#yancy the jailbird

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[markiplitessepticeyes]

EDITOBER: GRUNGY

Day 16: Our favorite jailbird Yancy, its the third Sunday of the month this week go say hello!

[yancy-free-songbird]

*Yancy gets a text on his phone*

Heeeyyyy jailbird! How does it feel to be a free range bird?

Yancy got real excited getting a text from shadow. “Youse have no idea it’s so nice out here. Met a few folks too who are really sweet.”

[bittengalaxies]

Kinktober Day 8: Yancy & Cock Ring

438 Words

Yancy, GN!Reader

Contains: edging and orgasm denial, cock ring, dildo, anal, praise kink, overstimulation, mention of oral

The dribble of precum slips free of Yancy's tip as you watch, making you lick your lips.

It was his idea, after all, to sit here on your bed wearing nothing but the cock ring he picked up at the sex shop. He had said it caught his eye as a joke, but watching how he writhed like this from just you sitting there, fully dressed, observing him...hard and unable to get any relief despite his attempts to jerk off and get anything.

He also had the idea of you being the one calling the shots, telling him when he could be freed.

Instead, the better part of the last hour was you crooning praise to him, praise you know went straight to his dick, while he did everything he could. So far you had watched him try to wait it out, then opting for his hand. Watching him desperately stroke himself, you made little mental notes of things to do next time you had your own hand around him. Then it was toys, the dildo you had picked up for him because he was staring a little too long, his cheeks flushed high and bright while he denied interest in it. And yet, you watched him take the toy like a champ, with an ease that let you peek into your jailbird's past. He had done that before, and the thrill of knowing that opened up more thoughts, ones you hadn't quite reached yet.

After all, your relationship was still in the "let me swallow your cock or give you a handy" phase.

"Pl-please, oh f-fuck, c-c'mon," he whined, the new combination of the dildo and his hand still not enough. "I-I've been so good, youse gotta let me--"

"Alright, alright." You laugh softly, nodding and giving him the okay to remove the cock ring.

And by fuck, was that a sight. His body arched, the faintest need to stroke himself through his orgasm was all he needed, throat working silently. Even after all that, as he collapsed backwards, his cock twitched, lazy spurts continuing.

"Oh, good boy," you crooned, watching his heaving chest shudder with the words.

"Babe, I gotta be reals with youse. I think praise ain't the best thing right now." You've never heard him this breathless before, and it made you crave more.

"Yance, I hate to tell you this..."

"Mmm?"

"You've still got a dildo up your ass to pull out."

"Fuck me."

Your hand grips the base of the toy, pushing ever so slightly in, making him scream your name. "If that's what you want, my good boy, you've earned it."

[writtengalaxies]

Headcanon requests forrrr Yancy, Actor, Heehoo, and/or Head Engineer Mark and what they do to express affection! Platonic, romantic, etc., whatever you think fits!

Oh gosh yes!

Yancy & Affection

He's a very physically affectionate man.

He's almost always touching you, his hand bracing your arm, your lower back, cupping your cheek.

He's like your shadow, your jailbird is.

Or maybe more like a puppy.

He acts like your guard dog, baring his teeth at trouble, but one word from you makes him melt.

Actor & Affection

Of all people, you'd expect Actor to be very verbally affectionate. And...well, you're right, just not at first.

It's the tsundere "Not like I like you or anything!" while turning around and buying you a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Over time he softens up, loops his arm in yours, rests his head on your shoulder.

And then you can't get him to shut up, honestly.

It's constant.

Heehoo & Affection

Do you like a shiny rock? A pretty flower?

It's yours now.

If you don't take it, he will, and he'll make a little bower of things he thinks would make you happy.

And if you show the faintest flicker of approval?

You're getting cuddled, and this is a FACT.

Engi & Affection

His ways of affection have always been the same.

Not necessarily words, he stumbles over those quite a lot, by his own admission.

Little acts of service, however?

Bringing you your coffee exactly how you like it. (Or tea, or cocoa, or--)

Little tasks on your to-do list? Done.

You never have to go hunting for what details need to be known around the ship, because he's already got them.

And all he ever wants in return is a smile and praise.

[mothgodofchaos]

Choose

I'm trying to get fics out before going on hiatus until a little after the first of the year (family vacation). So please enjoy soft jailbird.

Yancy x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 1010

Yancy awoke on the couch, rubbing his face as he groaned. He lays there for a moment, angry at the world for his awakeness. He hears you back in your bedroom, which gets him to sit up. He’s been crashing on your couch for a couple weeks at this point, but he’s begun to feel like he’s overstaying his welcome, even with how much you reassure him that he’s welcome to stay. Frankly, he’s not used to this type of hospitality being extended to him, not with how long he was locked up for.

But you, you were the one that made all the butterflies in his stomach come to life. You were the one that opened your doors to him when he thought the world had turned its back on him. He hadn’t told you, and didn’t plan on telling you, but he applied for parole only because of your encouragement. He didn’t have any family, any friends in this world. Just you. You showed him that life is more than what he was given, and the circumstances that he found himself in. That the choices he made mattered. Life was his to choose.

He listened as you bustled about in your back bedroom, grinning to himself as he heard you softly humming, specifically one of the songs he had been writing. Between applying for jobs and trying to get connected in the community, he spent his time writing music for the local theatre program. With his criminal record, he couldn’t actually participate, but he’s working with a lawyer to have his record expunged. More things he didn’t want to tell you, just because he didn’t want to hurt you with disappointment if it didn’t work.

As he works on making the morning coffee, a flash of blue on his arm catches his attention. He grumbles, typically meaning that his tattoos have changed yet again, but his eyes go wide as he gazes over his new ink. A chickadee and a sparrow sitting, snuggled on a branch together. His blush thickens as he quickly pulls his sleeve down to cover it, hoping you didn’t see it.

You come out a little bit later, seeing the panicked look on his face as he quickly turns so the offending ink is out of your line of sight. You squint at him, getting closer as your hand rests gently on his shoulder.

“Sparrow, you okay, songbird?”

He coughs into his fist to try and hide his blush from you. You started calling him “songbird” due to his musical hobbies, his last name of Sparrow, and his time as a jailbird. It was fitting, and it took everything in him to not be consumed by his blush the first time you called him it. His pals back in the prison were worried that they were going to need to take him to the medical wing with how broken it made him after the conjugal visit.

“Yep, perfectly fine! Youse don’t needs to worry about mes, I’s all good. Just something in my throat.”

“Yancy…”

“I’s fine! Promise!”

Your eyes look over him as he tries to play it off. You can tell he’s lying, but about what, you’re not exactly sure, so you don’t push it further until you get more evidence. He seems to almost dance around you as you move through the kitchen, making your breakfast. As much as you enjoy his dancing skills, as you’ve seen his choreography skills, you can’t help but feel like you did something. Yancy, on the other hand, is speedrunning processing his feelings.

He never really would’ve called it a crush, but it’s also been so long since he had been this close to anyone in his life. All the things you did for him, he thought, were done simply because you were a good person. He admired your heart of gold, taking in a felon when you could’ve just let him rot in that cell like he thought he was going to. But he watched your eyes, the hint of pain as you studied him, his movements.

He’d hold himself back from hugging you, touching you in the way he wanted to. The closeness that he almost yearned for, but he didn’t want to push himself at you. He couldn’t hurt more people, not more people that he cared abo-

Oh boy, this was a crush. A big one. One he had forced down into the pit of his stomach that came back in the form of a slight blush and butterflies. His eyes met yours again, only for you to take a step away from him as he reached out his other arm for you.

Fuck.

“I’s sorry, chickadee. I- I’s didn’t mean to push youse away like that.”

“No, it’s fine! You’ve just been pushing me away for the past few weeks! Everything is fine!”

The pain in your voice is clear, holding back some tears in your throat as you make eggs on the stove top. This was the moment he realized how big he fucked up. He hurt you, in the one way he thought he was saving you. His hands ball into fists for a moment as he looks to the floor, thinking through all his options. Then one goes to the tattoo, covering it with his hand. The warmth creeps back up his face, and he looks back at you longingly. His hands move to hold yours, you looking up at him in surprise. His face is now soft with a smile, looking over your face.

“May I…?”

You nod, one of his hands moving to your chin, lifting slightly as his lips softly come in contact with yours. He moves in closer, hands moving lower to lift you up as yours move to his face, holding him there as it deepens. You’re both too caught up in the moment to notice a flash of pink on his arm, a little heart and a date appearing below the tattoo.

Seems like he chose to keep it, and you.

[fagiplier]

Thinking about Yancy being a codependent little freak

Him just being *so* happy the mc decided to stay- a bit too happy

Watching his bunkmate sleep, sometimes even falling asleep at the end of their bed

Keeping an extra eye on them almost everywhere, especially out in the yard when they’re talking to other people

Teaching them not just the Wanna Be Free number, but also one on one dancing. They’d Lindy Hop

Anytime they have to be separated Yancy finds a way around it. He’d break them outta solitary

Just Yancy being a sweet little jailbird that cares a bit too much about the mc

[franklyshipping]

A Ticklish Reunion ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE THE FIRST FANFIC OF 2023, HELL YEAH! THIS ONE IS BASED OFF A LOVELY PROMPT FROM @coolm456 FEATURING OUR FAVOURITE MUSICAL JAILBIRD, SO LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @il-lee-nois and @yancelee

Yancy was so damn excited! He was convinced today was going to be the highlight of his year, because today was the day he was able to visit his epic prison family and spend proper time with them. Since his release on parole, visits had always been separated by glass and laughter had only been shared over the phone. But now Warden Murderslaughter had said he’d allow Yancy to break a few protocols and spend real quality time with his family for a whole day, which Yancy was over the moon about! The best thing though? He was allowed to bring someone with him, and Yancy had wasted no time in inviting the intrepid explorer Illinois.

Illinois had admittedly felt shocked when he was asked, feeling so flattered that it was him Yancy wanted to introduce to his prison family. Of course, he made a naturally charismatic (and slightly arrogant) comment to hide how touched he was. Yancy had then joked about how he only invited him because he thought he would fit in the best amongst criminals, which naturally Illinois had dramatically gasped at! Banter aside however, as soon as Illinois entered the facility and started being introduced to everyone, his delight peaked. Everyone was so unbelievably kind and warm and genuinely curious about him. It was a family indeed.

‘So, have you been taking Yancy on some of your adventures?’

Warden Murderslaughter asked, sat perched on a trestle table as the rest of the prisoners sat cross-legged on the floor – the Warden had allowed them use of the canteen for their gathering, providing a few blankets and treats (though don’t tell anyone he has a heart, he’ll deny it to the grave!). Illinois grinned up at him. He was sat with his legs stretched out and was resting on his hands, his wide-brimmed hat set down neatly beside him.

‘Oh naturally! He has the adventurer’s spirit for sure… though perhaps not the balance, eh Yance?’

Illinois turned to his left, where Yancy was sat by him, and gave him a nudge and a wink. The ex-prisoner pursed his lips, the familiar warmth of embarrassment threatening to creep up on him. He didn’t mind being teased, but in front of his prisoner family and the goddamn Warden?! Rude.

‘Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.’

Yancy tried to shrug it off, but now Illinois had everyone’s attention. So naturally, he was going to lap up every morsel of it.

‘Oh but of course you do! Now then let’s think… oh! There was that time you tripped into a pit of tickling snakes, and the time you got tangled in the Vines of Mirth, and the time you got punished by that tickle priestess for not adhering to her home’s dress code.’

Yancy’s face got redder and redder as Illinois went on, and the Warden hid an amused smile as he picked up on the ah… pattern, that Illinois was clearly referring to. The other prisoners sent Yancy little looks and grins, since naturally they knew exactly what Illinois was referring to as well.

‘Look, I– h-how was I supposed to know she didn’t like stripes?!’

‘I’m pretty certain I told you beforehand.’

‘W-Well… I-I don’t remember that.’

‘Oh you don’t huh?’

Illinois teased, his smirk broad and smug as he drank in Yancy’s adorable embarrassment. Yancy was crimson as fond chuckles surrounded him, including from the Warden who sent him a warm smile.

‘Nice to see you haven’t changed Yancy.’

The Warden winked, and Illinois cackled when Yancy gaped at him. For Illinois, this was genuinely the most fun he’d had in ages.

‘Aww, well isn’t that just adorable.’

Illinois laughed even louder, and Yancy bristled. The Warden sat up straighter, and Yancy’s family started to smile even wider. They saw the look on Yancy’s face, and knew what that look meant. His embarrassment had now morphed into something different, and dangerous. Yancy could tolerate a certain level of teasing before he decided that enough was enough; he took a breath, smiled, and turned to his family.

‘Hey guys… I think it’s time we teach my friend what happens to cheeky little shits in here. Whaddaya say?’

Illinois’ brows knitted together, he was immediately confused. He looked to the Warden for an explanation, but the man just chuckled. He stood and clapped the explorer on the shoulder.

‘Good luck.’

The Warden walked away, and before Illinois could call after him he was tackled very efficiently to the ground. By who, you ask? Illinois blinked and struggled, and gulped when he realised it was everyone. Yancy’s criminal family were grinning as they took hold of his limbs, ignoring his yelps and splutters. Meanwhile, Yancy was grinning at him with more menace than he’d ever seen before.

‘Woah hey what the heck?! Listen, I know I’m pretty but you guys can put hands on me one at a time you know!’

Illinois tried to act cool and suave to hide his apprehension, which made Yancy snort at him.

‘You can cut the flirtin’ Illinois, it ain’t gonna save you.’

Illinois raised an eyebrow at him.

‘… you sure?’

Illinois then sent a little wink to Bambam, who was sat next to his head – he blushed and smiled, making Yancy roll his eyes fondly. Yancy smiled to Bambam and raised a playful eyebrow.

‘Bambam, if ya don’t mind.’

Bambam sent Illinois a little, apologetic smile… before covering his mouth with his hand. Illinois’ protests were now sufficiently muffled as Yancy straddled the explorer’s waist, cracking his knuckles. Illinois swallowed hard and squirmed, his mind racing with nerves as he hoped Yancy wasn’t going to do what he thought he was going to do. Naturally, his hopes were dashed when Yancy pushed up his tight shirt with a grin.

‘Let’s show these sweet folks how pretty your laughter is, shall we?’

Illinois shook his head with wide eyes, but it was too late. Yancy’s deft, blunt nails made contact with his abs, scratching at them ruthlessly. Illinois burst into a deep fit of giggles, snorting and jolting dramatically at every little scritch and flick. The prisoners holding him all gasped and awwed down him, sharing excited look and whispers as they held him securely. Illinois’ babbles and protests remained muffled, making Yancy grin.

‘Huh? What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that?’

Yancy snickered at the little glare Illinois gave him, and delighted in drawing out a few squeaks at his pinched at his taut, twitching muscles.

‘Not so sassy now huh? It’s a wonder youse is sassy at all with how ticklish youse are.’

Yancy winked down at him, and Illinois’ face blossomed with redness. He jerked about and whined, and now tried his hand at giving pleading looks to everyone who was holding him down. He even went as far as to flutter his lashes at them, which made Yancy snicker. This was so damn priceless!

‘Pfft, don’t think these guys are gonna let you go! They’re real strong, ain’t that right?’

All the guys nodded, smirking at Illinois with evil excitement – this was the most fun they’d all had in quite some time. They all tickled and had fun with other constantly of course, but having Illinois was like have access to uncharted waters – or in this case uncharted nerves. Yancy gave them all a sneaky grin, before he leant down to Illinois and whispered.

‘And trust me, they like gettin’ real hands on.’

Oh no, that didn’t mean–? Yep, it did. Illinois shrieked as new scratching fingers entered his exposed armpits, making him cackle and writhe as Yancy still kept on tickling his poor abdominals.

‘MMPPHH!’

‘Ohoho! I think youses got a good spot!’

Yancy exclaimed at the two guys eagerly tickling Illinois’ poor hollows. The explorer desperately tugged at his arms and sent out as many pleading, handsome looks as he could, but it was all no use – he was well and truly trapped. His armpits and abs were tickled for what seemed like an eternity, time slowing down as his mind hyper-focused on each little sensation. Each drag, flick and scratch, each purred tease, all the smug smiles, all the little winks sent his way. His nerves felt like they were on fire, and everyone’s voices surrounded him like the most flustering symphony as they smirked at him.

‘Aww listen to his squeals!’

‘His face is so red, he could heat the whole prison with that blush!’

‘You sure he ain’t committed any crimes Yance? I kinda wanna keep him.’

Illinois wailed. He felt like he was actually going out of his mind… though deep down he had to admit, there was a big part of him loving all the attention being lavished on him. Yancy could see it in his eyes clear as day too, and though this was technically meant to be a punishment, he was so glad Illinois was happy.

‘Sorry guys ya can’t keep him, youses gotta get all your tickles in while ya can.’

Yancy sent Illinois a wink as he scratched his sides, making the explorer snort and wiggle from side to side. Illinois thought there was no way this could get worse… oh boy was he wrong. The two guys pinning Illinois’ ankles shared a look, smirked, and worked off Illinois shoes and socks. Illinois let out a fearful, high-pitched shriek and tugged at his legs. Yancy and the others just laughed affectionately, and soon enough Illinois was shrieking with wild, bright laughter as nails raked mercilessly up and down his soles. Yancy smirked, now tracing little shapes and swirls against the explorer’s stomach.

‘Aww are they gettin’ your poor tootsies? That’s gotta be torture.’

Illinois had tears welling in his light brown eyes as his ticklers eagerly scratched at his soles and under his toes, leaving no inch of skin un-tickled. That combined with the light flurries of tickling in his hollows and Yancy’s maddening tracing at his stomach… Illinois had no choice. All the poor guy could do now was beg. Well, try to anyway.

‘PLEHEMPHH!’

Yancy gasped dramatically, his eyes lighting up as smugness radiated off him.

‘Ohh youse is beggin’ now huh?’

Illinois wailed as he nodded, his cheeks starting to ache from his constant smile. Yancy grinned wolfishly, leaning over him as he mused.

‘Youse sorry for runnin’ ya mouth and bein’ a brat?’

Illinois nodded frantically, saying yes over and over again as his gaze flicked between everyone imploringly. Yancy chuckled, knowing Illinois couldn’t take much more. So he nodded to everyone, and they all saw the sign for cease and desist in his expression. Illinois gasped loudly as the tickling stopped and his mouth was un-covered. He blinked with amazement, not registering the mercy until Yancy spoke.

‘All is forgiven, ya little shit.’

Illinois giggled, and upon realising his limbs were free proceeded to hug himself and scrunch his feet defensively. His cheeks were red, mouth stretched into an endearing smile, clothes crumpled, and hair strewn every which way. He was the most handsome, bedraggled mess on the planet.

‘Ohoho my… that shohould be illegal.’

Everyone burst out laughing, and then Bambam sent Illinois a cheeky grin.

‘Oh yeah? Ya think someone’ll arrest us?’

Illinois snorted as everyone’s laughter got louder, and Yancy rolled his eyes and caught Bambam in an affectionate headlock. Then before Illinois knew it everyone was complimenting him on his laugh, smile and endurance, and the explorer got to spend the rest of the day listening to all of their wondrous stories and tales. He was nudged, hugged, jostled with, smiled at… and when Yancy sent him a fond smile Illinois realised something. It was true, Yancy did indeed have two families. One in the manor, and one right here… and now Illinois had made his greatest discovery. He’d found a second family too.

AHHH HAPPY NEW YEAR! THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME, I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS FIC AND PLEASE LEMME KNOW IF YA DO! WOOO LUV YOUS XX

[totallynotbat]

Giggle Jailbird. - SS2022

Characters: Illinois/Yancy (Markipler Egos)

Summary: Yancy gets out of prison, and Illinois has a surprise for him.

Prompt: Reward tickles

Ho Ho Ho! Special delivery of Yancy and Illinois for @bubbleecloud! I’m your secret Squealing Santa for 2022 - 23! First submission actually! Merry early Christmas! And Enjoy!

Illinois and Yancy stared, Yancy pinned onto his back onto the carpet floor, as Illinois sat on top of his legs.

Illinois chuckled, grinning at the man he was sitting on. Yancy smiled back. 

“W-What are you doing?” Yancy flinched, as Illinois traced his sides.

“Oh just a little surprise.” Illinois smiled.

It’s been weeks since Yancy got parole, and the first thing the previous jailed man does is see Illinois, unaware that the man had a little surprise for the man.

Yancy suddenly screamed, as Illinois started scratching his ribs, scribbling across them, Yancy breaking into hysterics instantly.

“ILLINOIS! NUHUHU!” Yancy chuckled, trying to push the other man away. Illinois chuckled at the giggling friend below.

“Well this never changed.” Illinois said, scribbling across his stomach. 

“S-SHUT UP!” Yancy chuckled, kicking out his legs. 

“Oh your gonna regret that, Jailbird~” Illinois immediately blew a raspberry right into his neck. 

“AH! NOHOHOHO!” Yancy squealed, squirming.

“Yesss~” Illinois chuckled, tracing his hips as Yancy squeaked, snorting.

“IT TICKLES!” Yancy squealed, squirming.

“Oh I’m aware.” Illinois smiled, pinching wherever he could on the others man’s upper body.

Eventually Illinois stopped after a while, the two of them cuddled up on Illinois’s couch, while Yancy was covered with a blanket. The two friends resting platonically together, content after a long time, perhaps they should do this more often. After all they still have much more time left, it’s the holiday season after all.

Besides Yancy will eventually, not sure when or how, will get his revenge.

“Merry Christmas buddy.” 

“Merry Christmas Yancy.” 

[asterius-of-crete]

"Yeah, I got a question. What're you up to this afternoon?" Yancy holds up a picnic basket, a blanket slung over his shoulder and a warm smile on his face. "Care to join me for lunch, gorgeous?"

Well, whatever plans Asterius might have had for the afternoon were immediately and unrepentantly canceled as Yancy approached. "I'm never busy for you, songbird."

The compliment makes the Minotaur blush and he huffs, grabbing onto Yancy's arm to shake him a little bit. "You know how to sway me." Compliments, food, the ex-jailbird had it pretty much down.

He lets himself be led to a nice, sunny spot, and waits for Yancy to sit down before he sits down close enough to lean on him.

"I love you."

[florenceisfalling]

Bestie I'm so sorry I gotta go with Yancy as I am extremely attracted to charismatic mid century jailbirds with that specific accent but I'll hope for a Dark sweep for you

was gonna say disowned but dark IS winning now and i choose to believe you caused it with your hope for me. thank you

[oliver-ashcroft-documents]

(x) oliver, do you have any special stories you’d like to tell ?

@ship-status // the misplaced attorney

The ex-attorney looked over his shoulder at you, raising a brow. Oliver relaxed and turned to face you completely, dressed in a wooly black trench-coat and green scarf. This universe has seemingly made him into an accomplice for a murderer named Murdock, but it didn’t change his morals to fit the roll. At least, not that he could tell.

‘i guess i have a few from the universes before this one. there’s not many for here, with Murdock’s line of... work, i guess he’d call it.’ He signed, sighing and his breath comes out in a swirl of white. It was always cold in the little town he currently resided in, leaving the hot-natured man always just too cold. He missed the warmth of his little cottage.

‘there was this one time i ended up in a prison... that was a fun few months. that universe is probably still looking for me in that frame of time. anyway, there was this one guy named Yancy who saved me from getting my lights knocked out by another jailbird. cool cat, despite his situation... strange tattoos though. he never did say what they were for.

‘oh, and in another universe, i was apparently the accomplice of this really big thief. it... kind of bleeds together after a while. i think that was the one where we almost got stranded on an island?’ Oliver shook his head, face crinkled in uncertainty. ‘i don’t know, truly.’

There was a low whistle in the alleyway behind the red-head, and he frowns with tired eyes. ‘that’s my cue. i’ll see you around, stranger... here’s some friendly advice: try not to be out and about at night while you’re in town.’

[the-host-sees-all]

The host greatly appreciates Bim doing that for him. And it feels very good. 

There’s also a siren ego out in cities lake. Plus Yancy our jailbird ego is finally getting out on parole.

(after markiplier TV I like to think that these two interact a bit often -shadow)

*The host had just finished doing his latest radio show and was just minding his business walking down the halls of the studio*

@the-host-sees-all

((Oh definitely agreeded.)

The cannibal game host sitting inside of the studio as he was waiting for his new contestants for hire my ass, fixing up his suit. "They better not be late! We're filming in two hours, I have to have this episode go on air its the last of this season!"

The meet grinder was ready and everything just incase it's decided after the loser after they have been killed off

[orange-waterfalls]

Dimension Hopping

Yancy x gn!reader

Ask: YANCY FIC PLEAEEEEEEE

A/N: As you can see, I had a lot of free reign with this so i got creative <333 it’s just fluff with the slightest microscopic hint of angst because I am in LOVE with he and also Wilford is a supportive dad and ALSO crying but it’s happy crying I swear!! enjoy!!!

Word Count: 2.7k

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You stared at the prisoner for a lot longer than explicitly necessary. In your defense, it had been a while. A long, long while. Didn’t seem to last as long for him, though. He hadn’t aged a day. Well, that wasn’t true. He had a few new tattoos. You supposed that made sense. But still, you had to stare. He was here. He was really here. Yeah, you’d seen Illy earlier, but he fucking left you, so he doesn’t count. Also Wilford, who kicked you out almost immediately and almost made you cry for it. But Yancy was here and talking and having a conversation and asking how you’ve been and oh boy, those are more tears. You hoped Yancy wouldn’t notice.

He noticed.

“H-Hey, pal, hey, what’s the matter?” He chuckled, a worried look on his face. You shook your head. “Well, obviously there’s somethin’, otherwise you wouldn’t be cryin’.” You shook your head harder. 

It’s stupid, you thought. 

“Hey, if it made you cry, it ain’t stupid.” He asserted. He then paused, thinking for a moment. “Well, actually… You’re allowed to cry. Even if the reason’s stupid. Either way, it’s fine, so you can calm down because I think I might have ta break the glass to comfort cha.” You sniffed aggressively, trying to force your body to fuck off and calm down because it’s not that deep, ok? Besides, Yancy is progressively getting more anxious about it. 

“Would me cryin’ in solidarity make you feel better? I can do that. I could stab myself in the thigh or somethin’ to make me cry. I can do that. You want me to do that?” You shook your head so hard it hurt, smiling nonetheless. “Ok! Ok, I won’t.” And so he just sat there and waited for you to calm down.

You did not, in fact, calm down. You did manage to suppress your sobbing enough that Yancy believed you’d stopped crying. You gave him a shaky thumbs up. He smiled brightly and gave you a confident one back.

“Alright, good! Cause you gotta pay attention. Oh, we wrote a new song!” He said excitedly. He put the phone down, the sound immediately getting muffled and you pointed back, but Yancy was already on the chair and barely paying attention to you. You weren’t gonna interrupt him. It looked like a fun song. You liked seeing him have fun.

You did not like the glow you saw out of the corner of your peripheral. You slowly brought your hand up and looked at it.

No. you thought desperately. No, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO—

You slapped at the crystal and you knocked on the glass. You tried so hard to get Yancy’s attention. He was too into his musical number. He couldn’t hear you over the music and he could barely see you over the lights.

You felt a few more tears slip as you let your hands slide off the glass and collapsed back into the chair. You buried your head in your hands and stared at the crystal as it prepared to take you away again.

Better luck next time, Some mocking voice said in your head. You growled a little. You knew better than to mess with the space-time continuum.

You knew who didn’t, though…

–

Wilford screamed when you kicked his door down. Like legitimately, actually screamed. Like this was a slasher movie and he was about to be murdered by the angry 5’4” space captain who was stalking towards him. 

You didn’t have the crystal anymore. That was important.

“Wha-Yo-HOW did you get here?” He sputtered out with a laugh. You shrugged, making a noncommittal noise. You made your way to the chair across from him and sat down. He looked at you. And you looked at him.

I need your help, you thought.

“My help, you need? Well, I’m always willing to help a friend! Or a universe-destroying mutual acquaintance.” He explained giddily. “I can help with anything! Need to get back with an ex-lover? Fly to Burma? Kill a congressman? Whatever you need!”

I want to get back to Yancy.

“Except that, I can’t help you with that.” He waved off your request, standing to walk elsewhere in the room. You brought your hands out, a question as to why. He simply shook his head and started to pour whiskey that you are 90% sure was not there before. You twisted around in your chair so you were on your knees facing him, gripping the back of the chair.

Wilford! Come on. Please?

“No, now you know there are rules! The first rule is that there are no rules. Second rule is no dimension hopping!” He stated. He set aside the first glass of whiskey. He poured another glass of whiskey. He seemed to think for a moment before pulling another glass from nowhere and instead pouring apple juice in the third one. You weren’t sure if the juice was for you or for him.

You just said there were no rules!

“And the second rule is no dimension-hopping! Come on, try to listen!” He scolded. You sighed, exasperated.

Come on, Wil, I just wanna see someone… your thoughts were a mumble. Wilford stopped in his tracks. You froze as well, thinking something was wrong. He slowly turned to you with a wide smile on his face. Well… it was more like a shit-eating grin. The kind your friends got when you told them who your crush was.

Uh-oh.

Wilford ran back over and crashed into his seat, making you jump and cover your mouth. His chair tipped back a moment before setting itself upright again. Wil slammed one of the glasses in front of you (you still weren’t sure which it was), pulled out his notepad and pen, crossed his legs daintily and looked at you expectedly. You stared at him. He stared at you with a smile.

What.

“Go ahead. Make your case.” He instructed. Your eyebrows furrowed.

What?

“You want me to take you to see a special someone,” He teased and you crossed your arms, sinking in your chair, “I want you to make your case as to why I should take you. Why they’re special.” He flipped a page of the notebook, dabbing the tip of the pen on his tongue and shifting to get comfortable. He smiled at you. You squinted at him.

I don’t gossip. You crossed your arms.

“Everyone gossips.” He argued.

Then I don’t kiss and tell. You turned your head away from him.

“You’ve kissed them?” He gasped, excited. You whipped your head back to look at him.

No! Your thoughts shouted.

“Ah, a budding relationship.” He nodded, jotting something down.

We’re just friends.

“Ohhhh, friends to lovers!” He scribbled a little more. It didn’t seem like he was actually writing anything down.

It’s not like that, he… he doesn’t like me like that.

“Pining, too?!”

Stop! I met him two years ago at–

“SLOWBURN? Ohhhh, this is a good one. How many words? 10k?”

Fuck off!

“20k?! Ohhhh, I ship it already.”

Don’t say ship, Wilford.

“Ok. Pining, friends to lovers, pre-relationship, 20k, slowburn. Anything else?” He leaned forward, absolutely elated. You stared at this strange, strange man for a moment before you sighed. Whatever was happening seemed to be working so far.

… he’s in jail.

“I’M A SUCKER FOR PRISON LOVE. You’ve convinced me, I’ll send you back.”

Yes!

“If you agree to introduce me as your father eventually.”

NO!

“Come on, please? I’ve always wanted to be in the ‘bad boy boyfriend meets the parents’ storyline!”

No.

“Can I be the mom then? Abe can be the dad! I can work a pair of heels, I promise you.” He begged. You heard a noncommittal noise behind you and looked to see Abe grabbing the other glass, not sparing you a second glance as he walked back though the door. Was he greyscale? How did that work? Come to think of it, he could’ve just taken the apple juice just now.

… I kinda want to see that. You admitted, deciding to stop thinking about the goddamn apple juice.

“Alrighty then! Have fun, sweetie!”

Don’t.

“Have fun, kiddo!”

Better.

–

“Hey! Hey, what happened? We was doin’ the song and then ya just up and vanished! And now you’re back! … in my cell. What’re ya doin’ in here? How’d you get in here? What the hell is happening?” Yancy rapid-fired questions at you even as you were inspecting your surroundings and recovering from an interdimensional jump, it would seem. It felt kinda like dizziness mixed with whiplash mixed with jet lag and you might be dying, honestly. 

You had to take a few seconds to recover enough to see clearly in front of you, and you saw him. Yancy. In all his glory. The man himself. The meow meow of all time. Your scrimblo. What the FUCK were you thinking right now. Everything hurt. Oh God.

You didn’t answer Yancy’s question, mostly because you didn’t know yourself. All you knew was that Yancy was there and you were here and you walked over him and interrupted his questioning with a big hug. He froze for a second before jerkily wrapping his arms around you and sniffing hard.

“H-Hey now… that ain’t necessary…” He croaked out. You rubbed his back and petted the little hairs at the nape of his neck and he kept breathing deeply. He was trying not to cry, you knew. You weren’t helping, you knew. You didn’t really care. Crying was healthy, yeah? Yeah. You two could cry. That was fine.

I missed you… You sniffled and let a few tears drop yourself. Yancy hiccuped and held on even tighter. Considering he was a strong man as it was, you had just a little trouble breathing and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You could pass out. You could die here without a care in the world. You heard and felt him mumble something into your neck, but you couldn’t make it out. You hummed inquisitively. He pulled away a little. You panicked and grabbed onto him to keep him close. He abided, staying right in front of your face as he looked at you with wet eyes and a tear-streaked face.

“I missed you… I didn’t… I didn’t know if… I figured you would but… you know.” He chuckled dryly. You frowned and imagined a sad Yancy, sitting behind the glass on visitation day, waiting for someone that wasn’t going to show up until the lights went out. Like Paddington in Paddington 2. That poor little bear. Yancy, your poor little bear. Well, he’s more like a hunk, isn’t he? In those terms.

Wow, that jump really fucked you up.

Never. You pulled him in for another hugged and squeezed tightly. He wheezed and giggled.

“Wow, did yous get stronger? Start workin’ out? You got a solid bear hug there.” He complimented. You basked in the compliment. You nuzzled your face into his neck. His breath hitched and you wondered if you’d crossed a line.

“Hey, I uh–” His voice cracked. Your eyebrows knitted together. You tried to pull back to look at him, but he pushed your face back into his shoulder. “No, no, let me, uh… I gotta… get ready to say something…” He cleared his throat loudly. You winced and so did he.

Ow.

“Sorry,” he apologized, petting your head. You let your eyes close and sighed. He took a breath. You waited and listened. “So… buddy…”

You hummed your acknowledgement. He sucked in a breath.

“Let’s say, hypothetically, I gots a crush. On. Someone I know. And let’s say that crush has… festered a little bit over the past few weeks. And let’s say that I applied for parole because of that person. And that I gots repeated imaginations of us living in a house together and doing stupid domestics like cleaning and cooking and kissing and cuddling and–” He cut himself off. You giggled into his shoulder. He chuckled a little as well. “Well, uh… let’s say I wanna do all that with ‘em. But I… don’t know if they wanna do those things. Some o’ the guys told me about a… ‘talkin’ stage and a… flirtin’ stage and… Iunno. I wanna tell ‘em but I… dunno how. Do I just… outright say it? Rip the bandaid off? Tear the stitches out and hope I don’t lose too much blood?” You were just a tad worried about that analogy, but you nodded slowly nonetheless. 

“Right. Yeah. That makes… yeah,” He sighed. You pulled away and looked at him. He looked very, very nervous. He was even sweating a little. You grinned a little and started wiping his forehead with your sleeve. He laughed. “Thanks. Thank yous.” You stepped back a little and waited. He wanted to say something to you. It really looked like he did. You hoped Wilford was right. About the friends to lovers. Not the 20k or slowburn. You’re done pining.

Yancy cleared his throat and you snapped out of your thoughts to look at him. He was sweating again. You stepped forward to wipe off his forehead again, but he pushed your arm away, grabbing your hand as he went. You raised your eyebrows. He looked at you, seeming to be searching in your eyes for something.

“Pal,” He started. You nodded. You weren’t actually sure if he knew your name. That might be a problem later. Not now, though. “I have… a question… to ask you…”

Yes. You nodded. He rolled his shoulders and straightened his back. He looked at you, determined.

“Do yous… want… to be… my…” He paused and pursed his lips. You tilted your head, waiting patiently. He opened and closed his mouth uselessly. You reached out to his face and took it in your hands, making him look at you. His face went a little pink as he swallowed harshly. And you waited.

“... romantic partner?” He finished with a squeak. You smiled widely and released his face. You nodded enthusiastically. He sighed. Then he giggled. Then he started laughing, punching triumphantly at the air. You watched him, endlessly entertained. Then he high-fived you.

He high-fived you.

He is your new “romantic partner” and, to celebrate, Yancy gave you a fucking high-five. 

He seemed to also realize that this may not have been the appropriate reaction because he looked at your hand and then at his own and then at your face.

“Uh…” He snickered. “Well, I, uh… that didn’t really–” You grabbed his face and kissed him. It wasn’t that dramatic of a kiss like it always was in movies, just a little kiss. Basic. Chaste and normal and nothing to get heated over.

But Yancy did get heated. Yancy stood frozen for a solid 30 seconds before his face went bright red and he sunk to the floor. You watched him cover his face with his hands and fall onto his side. You wondered if you broke him. Then, he kicked his feet and screamed into his hands. You covered your own mouth and suppressed a laugh. You waited until he calmed down a few seconds later. He slowly dropped his hands from his face and gave you an intimidating look.

“Tell no one.” He warned. You nodded. He smiled and jumped up, giving you another hug. His smile quickly fell, however. “Hang on, how yous gonna get… out?” You raised your eyebrows, not really knowing how yourself. 

Right on time, a pink wormhole appeared next to you. You and Yancy both stared at it, confused and frightened.

“Well, what are you waiting for?! Come on! I need to hear everything!” Wilford’s voice echoed through the portal. Yancy gave you a look.

“You know this guy?” He asked, seemingly of the portal itself. You shrugged and made your way to it in any case. You stopped, looking back at Yancy. He looked a little worried. Nervous. 

You brought your hands up, making a little heart directed at him. He smiled, blushing, mimicking the action. You stepped back into the portal, not taking your eyes off of your love as you went through.

[meloncalic]

“Yeah, and one more thing.

I, uh... I applied for parole.”

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober - Day 1/31

Pairing: Yancy x GN!Reader

Kink: Pet play

TW: pet play, use of a collar

Kinktober Masterlist

“Such a good boy.”

Your voice is soft in his ear and Yancy can’t help but moan, resting his head back against your shoulder. With one hand, you tilt his head to the side to allow yourself more room to mark up his neck, and, with the other, you continue to stroke slowly up and down the length of his cock. 

“Please,” he whines, “I been so good. I need more.”

“I know you do, puppy, but I just want to take it slow. It’s so much more fun when we take our time, isn’t it?”

Yancy opens his mouth to respond but cuts himself off with a broken moan, back arching at the way your hand twists over the head of his cock. 

“So responsive today, pup.”

“Please.” He bucks his hips up into your touch.

You tug on the back of the thick, leather collar wrapped around his neck, pulling his back firmly against your chest. 

“Just relax, baby. We’ve got nowhere to be. Just lay back and be a good puppy for me. Let me have my fun.”