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softtransbf · 3 years ago

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Fresh Blood, Old Scars Part 1

You'd disappeared 15 years ago without a trace- what's Yancy supposed to do when you walk into Happy Trails Penitentiary and don't recognize him, because he's transitioned? canon compliant trans!yancy/reader

Reader: he/him trans man, no physical description

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of violence, canonical and parental. deadnaming and misgendering before either of you came out (none by anyone who knows the correct name/pronouns)

Word Count: 2,690

“Hey Yancy, I heard there’s fresh blood comin’ in today for some sorta museum heist.”

“Oh? Know anything else about these guys, so we can give ‘em a proper welcome, Bambam?”

“I know some. The first guy, Mark Iplier, claimed to have been in charge of the whole thing, but from what my sources said, it’s the partner that ran the show- just real quiet-like. I’ve been told that he don’t say a word.”

“Got a name for this, uh, silent partner?” He chuckled at his joke.

“Y/N L/N.” Yancy’s stomach dropped the way it always did when he heard that last name, your last name. Get your shit together. Wrong first name, and Bambam said he and his. Bambam don’t use pronouns other than they/them unless they’re sure. It’s just some guy with the same last name.

“Yance, you okay?” Tiny waved his hand in front of Yancy’s face.

“Yeah, yeah, just, uh, thinkin about how best to greet dese guys. The usual, wit Don’t Wanna Be Free ready just in case?”

“Right off the bat? You really think they’re that high of a flight risk?” Sparkles finally spoke up.

“I, uh, I don’t trust dem silent-types. They’s always schemin’, got somethin goin ahn in their heads.” And if he's anything like- yeah. Gone before you know it.

“Okay, if you say so. I’ll go let the others know.” Yancy didn’t even register who was speaking; he was too lost in memories.

- 15 years earlier-

Yancy knew it wasn’t cool to be excited for the first day of school when you’re a senior in high school, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need or even want to be cool- all he needed was to be your friend. Well, maybe not just friend. You’d been gone for almost the entire summer, and he’d spent the whole time figuring out how to both ask you out and tell you that he’s a guy.

He practically skipped across the street to your house so you can walk to school together, like you had every day since middle school. He knocked- nothing. Rang the doorbell- still nothing. He checked the back door and the spots where you had hidden spare keys over the years- nothing. All the curtains were drawn, too, so he couldn’t see inside. He kept trying as long as he possibly could before he had to sprint to make it to class just barely in time. All day, he kept an eye on the door, waiting for you- the two of you made sure to sign up for the exact same schedule before you went on your vacation. At lunch, he went to the office to see what he could find out.

“Y/DN isn’t a student here anymore- Mr L/N just told us last week.”

“What? Do you know where they went?”

“I’m sorry, hon, I don’t. All I know is that Y/DN is no longer a student here.”

He’d never ditched a class in his life, but that was the last thing on his mind as he ran home, crying. He didn’t stop crying for weeks.

-Present -

He’d never wanted to be wrong more in his life, but there you were. Looking better than he’d ever dreamed, following Mark around silently as he blabbered on about wanting to rally the other inmates to try to break out. No. I lost you once, and it cost me everything. I’m not about to lose you again. He quickly spread the word to skip pleasantries with the new guys and prepare for the song. As he was, you made eye contact with him from across the room. His heart dropped; you didn’t recognize him. You looked right through him, with the same calculating expression you gave everyone else. Of course he wasn’t gonna recognize you, dumbass. You’ve been on hormones for years and have had top surgery. Usually Yancy loved that he couldn’t see anything of the person he used to be in the mirror, but today he hated it more than anything in the world. Stick to the plan, Yance. He doesn’t recognize me, but it might be better this way. This way, I can get him to stay and get to know me as I am now, and he won’t be disappointed that I haven’t become anything like what we dreamed of so long ago.

Yancy couldn’t have planned it better, Mark practically begging Jimmy to punch him through the wall right before the show started, leaving you alone.

The number went great, as always, but then you showed him a picture of your parents. He knew that picture; you took it when the four of you went on a vacation together before you started your freshman year of high school. He also knew that he had once been in the picture, but you’d cut him out. The tape and staples that had been holding his heart together since you left fell away.

He stuck with his usual response to people citing family for wanting to leave, for the most part. No one at Happy Trails knew about you, and he’d killed his parents before they could leave him, so he’d kept his true abandonment issues to himself. Face to face with you after all these years, though, he couldn’t stop himself from adding “they’re always just gonna leave you behind” and a warning about trifling with the past. You flinched a little at both of those, and a spark of hope ignited in his chest- maybe you hadn’t forgotten about him, even if you didn’t recognize him now.

Then you still chose to leave. The rest of the rather single-sided conversation was a blur to him. Later, as he was tending to his injuries in solitary, he remembered calling you handsome and/or beautiful and your blush when he did. And, of course, you knocking him flat on his ass. He’d challenged you to a fight, because he’d always been able to beat you before. The part that truly left him confused, though, was why he offered to help you break out.

All he’d wanted for the last fifteen years was to go back to the day you left and beg you to stay. He’d told himself dozens, maybe hundreds, of times that if he ever saw you again, he’d do everything in his power to keep you with him. On his darker and angrier days, he truly meant everything. But here you are, and he offered to help you leave. This is what you get for even hoping someone might stick around. Let’s just do this. I gotta stop in with the warden first, though…

“Me? Out there? With you?” He chuckled. You had no idea that, with that simple gesture, you offered him everything he’d wanted for so long. Fuck, I don’t deserve him. I still love him, but he deserves someone better than the angry, selfish man I am. The fragments of his heart splintered even more. “I, um. I done a lotta bad things. And, uh.” He made himself brighten up. “This is home! For now, anyway. Maybe next time parole comes up, I’ll, uh” take it and go find you like I should have fifteen years ago. And I’ll spend every minute until then trying to become the kind of man you deserve. “Anyway, I gotta get back to it. You take care now, you hear? And, hey, visitation! Every third Sunday!” You looked down at the box you’d brought with you, and he ran. When he got back to his cell, he cried genuine tears for the first time since that August day when his world turned upside down.

- 2 weeks later, visitation day -

He knew hoping you’d come was a waste of time, and that he was just setting himself up for more pain. He’d learned the hard way that when you were gone, that was that. But still, there he was, looking up every time a guard walked into the room. As expected, they never called his name. The rest of the inmates gave him a wide berth as he went back to his cell for the night, and they were right to. He was itching for an excuse to fight. No one gave him one, though, so he told himself he’d find one tomorrow and got ready for bed.

When he got to his cell, it took him just one second to realize there was someone on his bed, pull them off, and shove them against the wall. It took him three more to process that it was you, and then another five to step back and let you go.

“Sorry for scaring you, Yancy. I didn’t mean to. It’s just… it’s visitation day, but I’m still wanted for the escape you helped me pull off, and I haven’t decided if I want to come back for good or not.” He stood there, frozen. You chuckled nervously. “I get it, your turn to be the quiet one. I’m sorry about that, by the way. There was a lot to process all at once, and I just kinda shut down when I get overwhelmed.”

I know. I remember that you didn’t say a single word our first day of high school, Yancy wanted to say. He wanted to say something, anything, but you being there and so close was just too much.

“Okay, so, honesty time; there’s a specific reason I came back.” You took a deep breath. “I haven’t been able to shake this feeling that I know you, somehow. But I know I’d remember meeting you- no way I’d forget someone like you. Anyway, I'm probably way off base and ridiculous. I guess I just wanted to tell you?” You ran your hand through your hair. “God, that sounds even flimsier than it felt in my head. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It, uh. It means a lot that you came back to say that.”

“Uh, Yancy? What happened to your accent?”

“Shit. Um. C’mere.” He muttered, as he sat down on his bed and pulled you down next to him. He prayed that you couldn’t hear how his heart started racing when he noticed your knees were touching. “No one here knows that the accent isn’t how I always speak. Not even the warden. I’ve been here five years and haven’t dropped it once. Anyone learns about this, and you’re dead, understand?” He knew that the threat was empty, but you seemed to believe it.

“Yeah, yeah, I do, don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. I gotta ask, though- why fake it? It seems like a lot of effort. You don’t owe me an explanation, of course, but since you’re heart-on-your-sleeve about your parents, it must be one hell of a reason. I bet it’d feel good to let it off your chest. I can promise to leave and never come back if you do- a burden shared is a burden halved, and if I’m gone, you can be 100% sure no one here will know.”

He took a deep breath. “Something flipped my world on its head, and I needed to distance myself from who I was before. That’s an odd phrase, though- ‘a burden shared is a burden halved’. Where’d you pick that up?”

“Oh, um. The mom of someone I loved a long time ago used to say it a lot. It just kinda stuck, I guess.”

“Loved, huh? You break their heart, or did they break yours?” Yancy was surprised he got the words out without his voice shaking or cracking. You were silent for a long time, and Yancy was sure he’d pushed too hard and you would completely shut down or, worse, leave altogether.

“Sorry, I haven’t talked about this… ever." Your voice shook. "I’ve never talked to anyone about this. I don’t know if I was loved back, but if so, I was the heartbreaker. I didn’t mean to be- I couldn’t control having to leave, and I didn’t know I wasn’t coming back until it was too late. I couldn’t say goodbye. I’ve hoped every day for the last fifteen years that my feelings were unrequited, though. I’m happy to have the pain of an unrequited first love if it means she wasn’t heartbroken.” The incorrect pronoun stung a bit, but you didn’t know, and you’d loved him back all those years ago. He was invincible.

“Have you tried reaching out? Even if your feelings were one-sided, I think you owe it to both of you to say them, at least once.” He reached out and took your hands without thinking. You didn't stop him, and he felt like he could fly.

“I tried, actually. About eight years ago, I'd, uh, escaped and was finally an actual person again after everything that was done to and taken from me, so I started looking for her. But it’s like she vanished off the face of the earth five years to the day after we were separated. It’s actually how I met Mark- I got into some deep and shady shit looking. I only gave up last year. Nothing turned up in seven years of searching, so I have to figure that she did something incredibly stupid a decade ago and got herself killed.”

“I didn’t die. Just the name did.” Yancy breathed. A half second later, he realized he’d said it out loud, and his heart stopped. You took your hands out of his and scooted away.

“Yancy. Are you trying to tell me that you’re- that we- oh my god. It is you. I knew I knew you. Everything else is different, but I should have recognized your eyes. I guess some part of me did. But you- I- I thought you were dead.”

“As you can see, I’m not dead, Brain. And for the record, your feelings were definitely not one-sided.” He reached out and cupped your cheek with one hand.

“Shit, Pinky, it really is you.”

Yancy had dreamed about how seeing you again would go in a million different ways. Not a single one of those included you practically jumping into his lap and kissing him with a lifetime's worth of love and want.

He let out an undignified whine when you broke the kiss. “Wait, wait. You knew from the second I walked in here who I was, didn’t you? You tried so hard to stop me from leaving… but then you helped me do just that. You chose to stay here when I asked you to come with me. Then I came back, and you got me to say all those things… And we’re both trans and wound up here? This is all just. So much. I can’t- I can’t do this.” You got off his lap and scooted to the far end of the bed.

“What are you saying, Y/N? That you’re leaving? Again?” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.

You stood up and faced him. “You do not get to play that card. You don’t know how much I went through trying to find a way to tell you I was sorry, that I didn’t know that the trip was a permanent one until we were on the other side of the country. Dad said that I'd never see mom again, and he’d kill me if I tried to get in touch with you or anyone else from back home. He broke my arm to prove he meant it. I can’t stay here to unpack all of this. I have to go. But you can come with me. I mean it even more now than I did last time. I’m not leaving you, I’m leaving here.”

You walked to the cell door and looked back at him with a sigh. “But I know you, and you have a family here. I’ll get you my address- it’s your turn to come to me, when you’re ready. I’ve waited 15 years to be with you again, what’s a little bit longer?” Without giving him a chance to respond, you kissed him again and were gone.

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demonsman · 3 years ago

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Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I have a request. Maybe Yancy/Eric Derekson meeting a reader who is very shy/nervous at first (Especially with being touched) but becomes more okay as they get closer? Can be as angsty/ fluffy as you wish (though a happen ending is always welcomed) thank you in advance and I hope you have a lovely week!! : )

Hello there! I hope you enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you! And hope you have an amazing week as well :)) because the gender wasn't specified, I went with gender-neutral, no pronouns mentioned, hope that's okay!

Character: Yancy

Pairings: Yancy x gender neutral reader (platonic or romantic)

Warnings: none? sad Yancy maybe? some angst, happy ending tho

Words: 1.2k

It's been about three weeks since you've joined the prison's family after Yancy convinced you to stay, and you've been having a lot of fun. There is a lot of interesting characters in prison, and you've been having fun talking to everyone, getting to know them, you've spent most of your time there with Yancy, since he took a shine to you when you first joined, albeit impressed you could beat him up. what confused him afterwards is that you were so reserved after that. But there is a small thing that bothers him, is that whenever he tries to touch you, in a friendly way, of course, you revert into yourself, and that doesn't sit right with him.

Currently, he sat in his cell alone, the cold concrete floor was biting into his feet, while he sat on his springy bed, with his head on his chin, thinking, back to all the time he's spent with you. When it had been your first week in prison, he wanted to congratulate you for your first week here.

You had been sitting in the cafeteria, done eating your food, just sitting there reading a book that you had found in your cell, it was a good enough book, till Yancy popped out of nowhere. You jumped out of your skin, your heart was going so fast, your body language completely changed, you closed your book. Yancy smiled wildly at you, you gave him a soft smile back.

"It's youse week anniversary! told you life here isn't all bad y/n" Yancy loudly said and went to pat you on your back, as a little friendly gesture, there was no malice intended, he stopped himself when you shrank backwards. Yancy had the face of a kicked puppy, but it quickly changed back to his happier face. He chalked it up to still not being used to prison and thought nothing of it

"See youse later" he mumbled, you nodded, and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

A different time he remembered is when he tried to hug you. You two were having more and more quality time together, he had learned more and more about you and he was having a nice time. You two were inseparable. You had slowly been starting to open up to him.

You two were in your cell, you were lying on your bed, you had your book in your hands, while Yancy was sitting on the floor, he found it more comfortable, you had no idea why though. He was trying to write lyrics for his new song, and he couldn't quite get the last sentence right.

"what do youse think, y/n?" Yancy asked, with the pencil behind his ear, a hopeful look in his eyes. poor thing had been trying to get this right for days.

you took the book, sat up and read it, trying to create the symphony in your head, and you were smiling at the end of it. you nodded and went to give the book back to him,

"it's really good yance," you smiled, Yancy being the excitable person, was so happy that you liked it, he hugged you without thinking, and you stiffened up immediately because you weren't used to it, and Yancy took it the wrong way, he snapped back, look of upset of his face,

"wait yance, no " you went to reach out but he quickly stood up, he went to say something but he ran as fast as he could out of your cell, you felt bad for the way you reacted, you tried to call out but he didn't hear. You laid back on your bed and covered your eyes. you sighed, you felt awful, but you couldn't help it, now you just had to explain,

Yancy shook his head, and run his hand through his hair, he stopped reminiscing. It had been a week since then, and he had been avoiding you completely. He thought that you didn't want to see him anymore, that he wasn't a good friend and that he ruined any type of relationship that could've formed, he shook his head again, he missed you so much, but you didn't want to see him, he told himself that. He laid back in his bed and turned to the wall. he closed his eyes to forget. And he tried his best not to cry again.

You were confused, you had no idea where Yancy had been for the past week, even the family is worried, because he is the shining light in the prison, with his songs and his general optimistic personality. So you took it upon yourself to find out what was wrong with him.

So you walked ofter down the hallway, till you came upon his open cell door, you saw a sleeping Yancy, you walked in, your heart picked up a bit, and you were messing with your hands, you walked up to him and put a tentative hand on his shoulder, he was warm, Yancy upon feeling a hand on him, snapped awake, quickly turned around, ready to shout at someone, or punch them for disturbing him but stopped completely when he saw you, his eyes softened. you stumbled backwards, while Yancy was still lying on his side.

You put a hand on your chest and calmed down your breathing. "What do youse want?" Yancy asked, venom dripping from his voice. Now confused, you said "Uhm, I just wanted to know if you were okay?" your voice was quiet, "No one has seen you? I was worried" 3 you confessed, a small smile appearing on your face.

Yancy scoffed, "yeah right, as if." he laid on his back, not looking at you,

"what's that supposed to mean?" you asked.

"You don't care about me" Yancy whispered and turned to face the wall, knowing if he looked at you, he'd break down. Those words felt like a dagger to your heart. Yancy thought you didn't care? But why? He was your closet friend here. Shaking, you slowly kneeled behind his back on the floor, and slowly put your hand on his back, and then you put your forehead on his back.

"I'm sorry. I do care about you yance," you whispered. He slowly turned to you, not believing, till he saw your handsome/beautiful face. Your eyes were sincere, your eyes heald so many emotions, Yancy's brown eyes nearly got lost in them, you reached for his hand on his stomach, he let you hold it, he looked at the intertwined fingers, he smiled your hands were less calloused than his, he looked to your face, with hopeful eyes,

"youse tellin the truth?" he whispered, you nodded, and smiled, he smiled back wider,

"You mean a lot to me. I'm just not good with touch at times," you murmured. he looked confused for a sec, till he said "oh, right, I must've startled you when I hugged you " you nodded again, he slowly put his forehead to yours,

"I care about you too, y/n"

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charlieliqueur · 4 years ago

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AHWM Yancy X Reader

Just One Date?

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Yancy had made it clear time and time again.

"I'm waitin' for parole. I ain't takin' no shortcuts."

You were right there, in stealth clothes from the heist a few months ago, the key in your pocket, a hopeful look in your eyes, as always. Everytime you came back, everytime you broke in to visit him in person, he refused to sneak out for even a single night.

But this time would be different.

It was your 21st birthday. Yeah, so young to be out pulling heists and getting sent to prison and all, but you didn't care. The thing was, you could finally 'officially' buy a drink, and even if alcohol wasn't your biggest thing, you were gonna use this important birthday situation to guilt trip Yancy into sneaking out for just one night.

You wanted to see him in something other than his prison clothes (and maybe one day, nothing at all). You wanted to see him out and about, normal, happy, getting a taste of what the free world was like now. Maybe you just wanted to make sure he was serious about parole, by reminding him of what waited outside. He seemed determined, every third Sunday when you visited legally, he had a cleaner and cleaner report sheet. He hadn't gotten into a lick of trouble since you 'left'.

It was 11:40 p.m.

About an hour past 'lights out' at Happy Trails. You unlocked the gate, entered, locked it again, and headed for the right cell block. Then you unlocked an outer door, went down a few dark back hallways, through another doorway or two, another hall or three, waited for some guards to pass, silently crept past the other prisoners asleep in their cells, unlocked Yancy's cell, and finally shut the door behind you.

You snuck up, gently easing onto your knees at his bedside, he was fast asleep. You gently shook him, cooing his name. "Yancy... Yancy...?" You whispered, brushing his soft hair out of his face. It was a mess of curls when he didn't have it greased back.

"Hmmmmm?" He groaned, rolling over onto his side, his eyes opening slightly. He was so used to your late night visits he didn't even flinch. "Oh, its youse... happy birthday too..." he said softly, closing his eyes again. You smiled, your heart swelled at the fact that he remembered.

"Yeah, my 21st," you whispered.

"Mmm, 21st, ain't youse so young... gotten youself a couple'a shots yet?" He asked chuckling, tired. He'd probably only been asleep about half an hour.

You sighed, smiling. This man was half asleep in bed making sleepy conversation. "Um, not yet, I was hoping you'd tag along..." you whispered.

Please say yes, please say yes, please say-

"Come on y/n, youse know if I gets caught, it'll be solitary for weeks. And you may end up back in 'ere..." he said, rolling onto his back.

"What if we don't get caught? Hmm? Just one date?"

The last statement surprised him. You knew because he opened his eyes, and propped himself on his elbow, turning towards you. "Date? I ain't been on a date before..." he said surprised. "D-Did I say date? I-I mean, it doesn't- I just thought-" your face had flushed red.

He chuckled slightly, nodded a little, and sat up. "Alright, alright, we can head out for a few drinks. But then we come right back, okay?" He said, and you nodded, standing up happily. He pulled on a shirt and shoes. Not that it mattered, you had clothes in a dufflebag for him. He'd change once the two of you were outside.

He looked in a mirror a moment, before reaching for a small plastic tub. You stopped him and said "I like your hair loose... besides, you won't have to shower again before you get back."

"Youse smart, y'know?" He teased, before you both left.

He knew his ways out, you knew yours. Both were pretty fast, so you picked an option and went with it. Once outside, you passed him the dufflebag and told him to go change, which he hesitantly did so. Then, you were keeping watch outside the storage shed he changed in. Your eyes followed cars as they drove by on the far off road. Safety distance, since this was a prison.

You also kept your eyes out for the guards. When you knew it was safe for a few moments, you quickly changed in a different building. You were done much earlier than Yancy, most likely because he was used to tshirts and prison sweats.

Suddenly you heard a sound. You looked to see Yancy messing with his hair. Your eyes widened, and lips parted slightly in shock. Even if you had bought the clothes and knew exactly what they looked like, you didn't know what they looked like on him. Now Yancy was always handsome to you, but damn. Prison clothes weren't doing him justice.

You hadn't been sure what to get, so you went with a gray dress shirt and some black jeans. He still wore the white prison shirt under, leaving the dress shirt unbuttoned and he'd rolled the sleeves up. The boots you'd stolen from Mark fit Yancy rather well. He looked normal, like what a free man would. He deserved to be free, even if he didn't realize it.

Your eyes watched him as he looked at himself, saying "Not used to wearin' clothes like these. Youse sure about dis?" Then he looked up at you, stopping in his tracks. He only saw you in your stealth outfit, or whatever strange disguises you managed whenever you came on Visitation Day. But not in casual clothes, not going anywhere as yourself. He smiled slightly, and said "Y-Youse look nice." You smiled, looking down, a little embarassed.

"Thanks..." you gushed, before he walked up, and patted his hands on the sides of his legs, unsure of what to do. He hadn't been out in years. Many, many years. You looked at him, and then gestured for him to follow. "I already know a bar, someplace quiet, shouldn't be too busy."

"Alright, let's go then."

The bar was not quiet.

The bar was busy.

Dozens of people, eating, drinking, singing along to a classic jukebox which blared out of older speakers. Yancy looked around as people threw darts and each other around the place. You saw two people get up and start to leave, so you quickly grabbed Yancy's arm and guided him over to the seats. You both sat down, and he looked around curiously, fidgeting with the shirt collar.

"Youse sure about this? I didn't think this would be youses kind'a scene..." he said, and you shrugged. "It's not my favorite, but it's"-memories of the others getting drunk and rowdy filled your head-"...familiar."

"So what's it you want?" Asked the bartender, now standing infront of you two across the bar. "Um, not sure, didn't really plan it out..." you said nervously, looking down a little. The bartender seemed a little impatient, but Yancy casually said "Two doubles, scotch."

The bartender nodded and went off to his work. He returned, set down the glasses, and poured them. "Been a while since I've had one of these..." Yancy said, picking up the glass and watching it a moment. You grabbed yours. The shot glass was thick, and the scotch was a dark golden color. You weren't sure what to expect. Yancy held his out to you, and you smiled and tapped your glass on his, then against the bar, the downed it in one fell swoop.

He stared a moment, as you exhaled sharply. From what you tasted, it was an earthy sort of caramel flavor, with something a little more bitey. He chuckled, taking his a little slower, with less gusto than you had taken yours. He set his glass down on the bar, and out of nowhere a female voice said "Hey there... where are you from?"

Both Yancy and yourself looked to see a woman sitting down in the bar seat next to Yancy. She had a look in her eye, commonplace at bars. You had to admit, she was good looking. That worried you. Technically, Yancy and yourself weren't a thing... He wouldn't be interested, would he?

"Ohio," Yancy answered innocently. He wasn't naive, and knew exactly what she was up to... right?

"Really now?" She said with a smirk, and then introduced herself. "Yancy," he said. You began to worry. The Ohio answer was one thing, he didn't need to be getting swept up into conversation. You, however, were not up for confrontation at the moment. You waved down the bartender and ordered another shot while Yancy wasn't watching. Maybe enough alcohol would calm you down. You didn't want to get drunk, but you didn't wanna get possessive either.

It was a few more shots later, and a bit of conversation between Yancy and the woman later, that you felt this dread in your gut. A pit of worry and jealousy that wasn't quite familiar. You looked over, listening to them talk. Every time she replied to him, in that annoying 'trying to be flirty and sexy' tone, the pit worsened.

"Street boy? Hmm..."

Your body trembled a moment.

"Singing?

Your leg began to bounce anxiously.

"Dance? Now that's something. Didn't think you needed to be a muscle man for musical numbers," she said winking at him, caressing his bicep. That was the line she shouldn't have crossed. You stood suddenly, ready to fuck her up, but you were kinda drunk, and had stumbled into someone. A very large, very intimidating, very temperamental someone. He turned, glared, and grabbed you by the shoulder. "Watch it kid," he growled.

Suddenly he stumbled back, a red spot forming on his face, and beside you Yancy. The prison man stepped infront of you defensively, and glared harshly at the man, fists still clenched. His mood shifted so suddenly, and you worriedly asked "Yance?"

"Hush, doll," he said softly, as the other man stood back up. He tilted his neck to each side, and a series of cracks erupted from the joints. Then he said lowly "Bad move punk."

"Word of advice, walk away," said Yancy, not a whisper of fear. The man glared, and the bar patrons seemed to watch, either choosing a side or stepping away. You glanced back at the stool, and sighed. You started this, might as well make it interesting.

"Ready Yancy?" You asked. "Always," he replied, putting his fists up again. You immediately seized the stool, with a sudden clarity of sobriety, and threw it, knocking the man down.

So it began.

There was the clamber and chaos of a good ol' classic bar fight. Chairs being thrown, pool cues snapped, bottles shattered. People yelled, screamed, and fought. You had your back to Yancy, and his back was to you, as you both kept attackers off one another.

As a majority were either unconscious or had bolted, you both panted and stood a moment, before looking at one another. "Shows what I get for leavin' with youse for a night..." he teased, chuckling. You rolled your eyes and wearily rubbed blood off his broken lip with your thumb. He licked them, before glancing at your own.

He almost seemed to lean in a moment, before suddenly you could hear the police sirens. "Ah fuck," Yancy said in despair, looking towards the front door and windows, where red and blue lights seemed to be approaching. You immediately grabbed his arm, and you both rushed to a back door. You climbed over boxes and crates and anything, eager to escape.

Once you both made it out, you hurried back to Happy Trails. There was still a lot of commotion, so you waited until the heat died down a little before changing. Yancy made his way over the wall, but before you could, he stopped you and said "It's best youse lay low a while. Don't need you stuck waitin' for parole too. But, I'll see youse around, and, uh, thanks. Tonight was, well, interesting to say da least." He smiled, his eyes squinting up adorably as he chuckled. You nodded, and glanced down a moment, but a smile found your face anyways.

"Alright... but Visitation Day, you're stuck with me," you assured. He laughed and nodded. "Wouldn't want it any other way. Night y/n," he said, before pulling away from the gate. But you quickly reached forward, grabbing his shirt. Your face began to flush red, but you had a bit of courage in you. He looked confused, and you pulled him close again, and once he was close enough, you pull his face to yours before he can resist.

Your lips found his, and even if the kiss wasn't that comfortable, given the bars separating you two, it wasn't bad. Not bad at all. It was soft and warm and sudden. When you both pulled away, Yancy's cheeks had been tickled pink. He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling slightly. "W-Why'd youse do that now?" He gushed, unable to meet your eye a moment, his cheeks getting redder.

"Cause I think I'm in love with you," you said shyly, head still foggy from the alcohol, but you were sure of your answer.

"Oh, good, glad we're on the same page," he chuckled, before giving you a reassuring smile and backing away. This time, it was a little easier to let him go. You both glanced back once more at each other before going your separate ways.

Epilogue

You stood outside Happy Trails, nervously waiting. It was almost 6:30 in the evening. As the sun set on this late year day, you saw him. The classic black suit provided by the correction facility for recent releases looked pretty good on him. Walking beside him was Mr. MurderSlaughter, and he walked him all the way to the gate, and you could hear him talking.

"I'll be the first to say, we just might miss you around here Yancy. I'm also not afraid to say I was surprised to see I'd be letting you go today, or any day to be honest. I'm proud of you," said the man, and Yancy smiled.

"Well, I had something worth fightin' for on the outside waitin' for me," he said simply, looking to see you waiting, obviously excited. The gate was opened. Yancy stepped out.

For the first time as a free man in a very long time.

He set down the single suitcase he had, and tugged his suit jacket in place. You rushed up, which caught him by surprise, and you hugged him closely. After greetings and heartfelt words, you pulled away and smiled up at him. "Where to, doll?" He asks, his hands still at your waist. Your eyes speckled with tears of joy as you replied, "Home."

#yancy x reader #a heist with markiplier yancy #yancy markiplier #ahwm yancy #yancy #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #markiplier #x reader #fanfic

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iamvegorott · 4 years ago

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A New Life Ch. 8

Too Many Names

Illinois woke up with a painfully dry mouth. He kept his eyes closed as he blindly reached around for one of the several water bottles sitting on the end table. He managed to open it up and then drank the whole thing in one go, gasping for air when he finished. Illinois rubbed his face with both hands and then started patting around the bed, trying to find Yancy.

“Yanc?” Illinois’ voice came out hoarse, making him clear his throat. “Yanc?” He tried again, a little clearer this time. Illinois noticed the mess that was the blankets and decided to look over the edge of the bed, holding back a laugh when he finally found Yancy.

Yancy was on the ground, stomach down, head to the side with his mouth wide open as he slept, little hums coming from him as he breathed, showing that he was still asleep. Illinois smiled and crawled off of the bed and laid on the ground next to Yancy, noticing that his movement had started waking Yancy up.

“Wha-” Yancy scrunched his face up.

“Morning~” Illinois sang.

“No.” Yancy turned his head to the other side.

“If you’re going to sleep in, at least be on the bed.” Illinois sat up and crossed his legs, poking at Yancy’s side.

“D-Don’t.” Yancy tried to hold back a giggle.

“What was that?” Illinois kept poking at Yancy.

“Stop!” Yancy rolled over to his back.

“Gotta make sure you’re up.” Illinois crawled over and sat on top of Yancy, going full force into tickling him.

“Ah! I’m awake! I’m awake!” Yancy slapped at Illinois’ arms, laughing loudly.

“Morning.” Illinois stopped his hands, leaned down, and grinned.

“Yous a shit,” Yancy said.

“You’re right.” Illinois winked.

“I…” Yancy found himself losing what he was going to say. He placed a hand on Illinois’ chest and felt his face get warm when Illinois took that hint and moved in closer. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Illinois waited a second before going down all the way and pressing his and Yancy’s lips together.

Yancy had his other hand go to Illinois’ chest as well, telling Illinois he wanted more and was comfortable. Illinois had his own hands go to Yancy’s waist and give it a little squeeze, tilting his head and silently telling Yancy to part his lips with his tongue. Yancy’s hands curled up and a little whimper came from him when he did what he was told.

“You’re adorable,” Illinois said when he parted to let them catch their breath.

“N-No I’m not.” Yancy’s face was bright red and he couldn’t keep his mouth closed as he panted.

“Sure you’re not.” Illinois went down for another kiss but paused when the door was knocked on.

“Wilford?” Yancy asked.

“He wouldn’t knock.” Illinois got up and helped Yancy to his feet. Both of them went over to the door and opened it, not expecting to have to look down.

“More kids?” Yancy said, seeing two young boys in front of him. One stood in front of the other, bright purple hair and glazed over gray eyes, and the one behind him, who was much shyer had a tint of blue to his own hair with black eyes and strangle lines on his face.

“You see dads?” The boy in front asked.

“Dads?” Illinois asked.

“My dads Chay and Mar and Blank dad is Mare.” The boy in front gestured as he spoke.

“The parents,” Yancy said. “Chase and Marvin, right?” Yancy saw the boy nod his head. “And Mare is his, Blank’s, dad?”

“Yep!” The boy perked up.

“And you are?”

“Oh! I Robbie.” The boy pointed a thumb at himself. “I zombie.”

“You’re...a zombie?” Yancy wasn’t sure if Robbie meant it literally or not, either would not shock him.

“I Virus, like Ant.” Blank finally spoke, but stayed behind Robbie and was holding his arm.

“Anti?” Yancy got another head nod. Illinois stayed back and watched Yancy interact with the kids, figuring that he was doing really good on his own and didn’t want to throw off the vibe.

“You know where at?” Robbie asked.

“Sorry fellas, but we hasn’t seen them yet. We just woke up.”

“Okay! Let go ask Wilf.” Robbie took Blank’s hand and lead him down the hall.

“I need coffee,” Illinois said.

“Same.” Yancy slipped out of the room.

“Hopefully we’re not missing anyone else. I don’t think I can keep track of any more names.” Illinois chuckled as they made their way to the kitchen.

“Yous just jinxed us.” Yancy bumped Illinois with his hip.

“Morning guys.” Illinois greeted Mad and Mare when he saw them. Mad was drinking from a fairly large glass with what looked like iced coffee in it and Mare had a mug himself.

“Morning.” Mare greeted back while Mad just tilted his head, staring at them.

“I’m guessing you crashed here last night?” Illinois asked.

“Everyone did, there’s plenty of room here and it’s safer to keep everyone in one place when alcohol is involved,” Mare answered.

“Is that why yous kid here?” Yancy asked, seeing Mare’s face change to worry.

“He’s up? He shouldn’t be up.” Mare placed his mug down.

“He’s in the hallways with Chase and Marvin’s kid.”

“I was hoping they’d sleep in.” Mare sighed and headed out of the room.

“Blank is-”

“I know,” Mare said to Phantom as he passed him. Yancy quickly looked away from Phantom when he realized he was only wearing an oversized shirt.

“You know it’s proper to at least have some pants on when you’re at someone else’s home,” Mad said, finally snapped out of his staring.

“It’s also not proper to get fucked in someone else’s house.” Phantom giggled while Mad clamped his lips together. “And boy, did I get fucked last night.” Phantom took the mug Mare was drinking from and took a sip himself. “Let me tell you about how Jackie-”

“We don’t want to hear it.” Mad cut Phantom off.

“Then plug your ears because I am excited to talk about getting the life railed from me.” Phantom laughed loudly as Dark came into the kitchen. Phantom smirked and bounced up to sit on the counter, eyes on Dark as he went to the kettle he was next to.

“Yes?” Dark said, not looking at Phantom.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who had fun last night.” Phantom poked Dark’s neck, pointing out the several bruises that were there.

“Don’t touch me.” Dark slapped Phantom’s hand away.

“I forgot, only Anti can touch you~” Phantom tucked a leg up.

“Shut up.” Dark pushed Phantom’s leg back down. “Don’t expose yourself more than you already are.

“You mean like-” Phantom started to lift up the shirt but in a blink, Jackie was suddenly in front of him, hands on the shirt and keeping it down.

“What the fuck?” Yancy fixed his hair that had been blown messy by a strange gust of wind.

“Aw, you’re already possessive?” Phantom teased, wrapping his arms around Jackie’s neck. “Someone’s been wanting me longer than he’s let on~”

“I-uh-we-we’re gonna-” Jackie grabbed Phantom and the two were gone, the same wind from before brushing by Yancy and Illinois.

“Speed,” Dark answered before they could even ask.

“I need bleach in my eyes.” Mad groaned and downed half of his coffee.

“Do I need to tell Mare how fast you’re drinking that?” Dark said.

“Do I need to tell Edward how much sugar you’re using?” Mad said back.

“I feel like I’m watching one of those family shows on TV, but like, the more mature ones,” Yancy whispered to Illinois.

“Hey, Darky~” Anti was now on the counter when Phantom had been before but at least he had pants on with his not-fitting shirt. “Oh, thought you’d be alone.” Anti popped his lips.

“When are we ever alone?” Dark sighed.

“I mean, last night-” Anti was cut off by Dark placing a hand over his mouth. “Darky, you’re supposed to have it here.” Anti lowered Dark’s hand to his throat.

“I don’t want coffee anymore.” Yancy moved to leave and went face-first into a chest.

“Sorry, didn’t think you’d be turning so fast.” Wilford chuckled. “How-” Wilford went to wrap an arm around Yancy’s shoulder but paused. “-may I?”

“I-uh-yeah?” Yancy was not expecting him to ask permission.

“How are we doing this morning?” Wilford grabbed Yancy’s shoulder and had him face the others.

“Learning more about the others than expected or wanted,” Illinois said.

“You’re just seeing the aftermath of a family gathering.” Wilford laughed.

“I hope they don’t happen often,” Yancy muttered.

“Well, now that Anti’s more in Dark’s favor, they might.” Wilford let Yancy go and went over to Dark and Anti. “We still on for our jobs today or do I need to make some calls?” Wilford asked Dark.

“We’re still going as planned. Tell the others to meet in the room by noon and we’ll sort out from there.” Dark stated. “Have them be ready for the day as well, they are not to go on a job, they are just to observe the setup.”

“Got it.” Wilford fired a finger gun and went right back over to Yancy and Illinois. “You heard the boss-man, get yourselves ready by noon and I’ll take you over to the meeting room. It’s time for you two to finally see what we do around here.”

“Finally,” Illinois said and Yancy looked at Mad, who was once again watching them. Yancy turned away and joined Illinois at the coffee pot, he’ll ask about that later.

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franklyshipping · 4 years ago

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When The Past Comes Back To Tickle ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE ANOTHER GORGEOUS ANON PROMPT THAT’S GOING TO FEATURE OUT FAVOURITE EX-JAIL LAD! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @warden-the-ultimate-ler

Warden Murder-Slaughter could not have been happier right now, because what he was seeing right now was something he had never thought would happen, even though he had always hoped it with all his heart. Despite his brash exterior and the fact that he could be stern, at heart he was kind. He had to be stern, he was the warden of a strict penitentiary after all, but he couldn’t help but become invested in the lives of everyone who ended up living behind his bars. And one person he became particularly invested in, was Yancy. Yancy at first had tried to present himself as a tough cookie, but underneath all the sass and the tightly-folded arms was a kind-hearted, musically talented man with aspirations of a better, prosperous life….and it was one of the best days of the Warden’s life when he got to release Yancy and get him towards that life.

It had been a long while since that fateful day, and now the Warden was excited beyond belief because he was going to see him again! Yancy was settled in some kind of manor with a myriad of others, a “slap-dash family” Yancy had called it, and he’d invited the Warden over with great excitement because he wanted to show him everything he’d accomplished. So now the Warden was knocking on the door, and when that door was opened by a brightly grinning, tattooed man with a gleam in his eye and his hands settled boldly on his hips….the Warden knew he was going to feel so proud.

‘My God Yancy….you look so damn well!’

‘Hey as do yous Warden, as do yous, c’mon in c’mon, I’ll show ya round, give ya the grand tour!’

Yancy was like an excited kid as he showed the Warden around the manor, especially when it came to showing him the dance studios that he worked in. The Warden felt his heart warm with pride as Yancy told him all about how he was a choreographer, working alongside Wilford Warfstache and Bim Trimmer with their productions and TV shows. The Warden met them both too, and they both seemed perfectly eccentric and just the type of people the Warden had imagined Yancy getting close to. Eventually they sat down together in one of the living rooms, slumping on the couch, and the Warden grinned at Yancy.

‘Yancy, buddy, I gotta say…..I’m so damn proud of ya. You’re finally settled, with a strong, free community all around ya…..it’s incredible.’

Yancy beamed, and was so happy at seeing the Warden so happy, because to him, the Warden was family. Of course though, in this new environment Yancy had been granted time to develop a new confidence and cheekiness, especially with there being no-one to reprimand him. He nudged the Warden as he replied playfully.

‘Oho don’tcha get all soft on me now Warden, don’t want those back at the penitentiary thinkin’ you got a tender, emotional little heart in there.’

Yancy poked the Warden’s chest with a chuckle, making the Warden narrow his eyes playfully at Yancy as he smiled. He was glad to see this confident side to Yancy, however, that didn’t mean he was just going to let himself be teased.

‘Now, now Yancy, ya may not be in my establishment anymore but that don’t mean ya can get cheeky with me.’

Yancy grinned even more, because from his perspective he thought that he could be as cheeky as he damn well pleased.

‘Oh but I can Warden, you’re in my digs now after all! Bless your sweet little loving heart!’

Yancy winked at the Warden with a bright laugh, and the Warden pursed his lips a little out of embarrassment….but it didn’t take him long to have a little epiphany as he thought back on when Yancy was in his penitentiary. Now the Warden smirked, because he knew just what to do to remind Yancy about good manners. He stepped his hands on his knee now as he looked at Yancy, his smirk sly.

‘Y’know, this confidence of yours reminds me of when ya first came to my establishment. So sassy and cocky….d’ya remember what we used to do to ya down in solitary to help you get a more polite sense of propriety?’

At the Warden’s words, Yancy felt his confidence diminish, and he gulped….because oh yes, he remembered all too well. He tried to maintain a calm façade as he replied.

‘Yeah, well, I don’t see why yous gotta bring it up-‘

‘Oh I’m bringing it up, Yancy, because I think you’ve slightly forgotten about those good manners we taught you…..and I’m in just the mood to remind you.’

Before Yancy could react…..the Warden had him. Just like when he’d gotten dragged off to solitary. The Warden had him pinned down on his back, and was digging his fingers ruthlessly into his ticklish belly. Yancy let out a shocked howl of laughter, his limbs immediately flailing as he was reminded with a shock of a) his ticklishness, and b) the Warden’s proficiency at tickling.

‘NOHO-AHA W-WAHAHAIT W-W-WAHAHARDEN NAHAHA!’

The Warden chuckled that deep, sinister chuckle of his as he kept on tickling, grinning wolfishly down at Yancy as he replied gleefully.

‘Heheh, still ticklish as hell huh? Y’know, you’re still the most ticklish person I’ve ever met.’

Yancy immediately blushed, whacking at the Warden’s arms as he tried to curl up his sensitive body, yelling with adorable desperation already.

‘WAHAHARDEN C’MAHAHAN! STAHAHAPPIT!’

The Warden simply laughed, and made Yancy snort by squeezing his lower stomach as he taunted.

‘Ihis that all the beggin’ you got? It’s gohonna take more than that to get to me to have mercy, you should know that Yance.’

Yancy threw his head back with mirth as he writhed, the memories flooding back. Sometimes the guards would hold him down as the Warden tickle-tortured him in solitary. Yancy had always had to beg and beg and beg for mercy, the Warden was a classic sadist. Although….since it was tickling, Yancy had never actually minded. Nor did he mind now.

‘YOHOHOHOUS IHIS AHAN EHEHEVIL BAHAHASTARD!’

The Warden raised an eyebrow at the insult, before smirking. His memories kept flooding back too. They’d never talked about it explicitly, but the Warden had always known that Yancy loved to be tickled….and when he wanted more, he always got sassy and insulting. Well, who was he to deny his ex-prisoner what he wanted?

‘Ohoho you think I’m evil now?’

Yancy gulped, and yelped when the Warden took his flailing hands and pinned them above his head with only one of his own hands. Yancy then started to tremble and giggle nervously as the Warden loomed over him, always so intimidating.

‘Clearly you really need reminding of just how evil I can be….’

Yancy then gasped, and let out a strong of embarrassed whimpers as the Warden’s fingertips started tracing slow, light circles in one of his bare hollows. His face burned red as he spluttered.

‘N-Nohoho ohoho f-fuhuhuck nahahat thihihihiiiiis!’

‘Ohoho yes this, you just can’t handle your poor pits being played with like this, can you?’

Yancy shook his head frantically, gritting his teeth as his giggles got more and more high pitched; gentle tickling like this was torture for him.

‘Ihihihit’s fuhuhuckin’ t-tohohorture! Ohoho gahad c-c’mahahan!’

The Warden leant in, cocking his head at Yancy and getting right in his face as he gleefully teased him.

‘Awww c’mon what, huh? I’m barely touchin’ you and you’re goin’ crazy…..say, do your new buddies know how ticklish ya are? Maybe I should tell ‘em, maybe I should show ‘em.’

Yancy let out a legitimate flustered whine as shudders went down his spine, imagining with embarrassed horror all the egos finding out about his ticklishness. He struggled adorably, letting out more and more whines and squeals as the Warden traced his other armpit now.

‘NOHO! Y-Yohohou c-cahahan’t! Thehehey’d g-gehet mehe Ihi’d fuhuhuckin’ dihihie!’

The Warden chuckled in amusement, fluttering his fingertips all over Yancy’s hollow as he teased.

‘Then you’d better get to beggin’, cuz otherwise I might have to get ‘em in here to give me helping hand….or twenty.’

Yancy was shaking his head as he got teary-eyed and adorably frantic.

‘N-Nahaha yahaha cahahan’t! Plehehease yahaha cahan’t!’

The Warden smirked, and then buried his face in the crook of Yancy’s neck so he could rub his evil bristles against the sensitive skin. Meanwhile, he released Yancy’s wrists so he could scratch both of his armpits at the same time with his blunt nails.

‘C’mon Yance, beg for me.’

Yancy’s eyes nearly bugged out of his sockets as he shrieked with laughter, batting at the Warden brightly; he certainly needed no further prompting. His laughter was loud and boisterous and oh so happy as he cried.

‘NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE-FAHAHACK PLEHEHEASE!!’

The Warden chuckled, really enjoying getting Yancy like this. He growled into his neck.

‘Tickle-tickle-tickle Yance, kitchy kitchy coo!’

Yancy wailed, the baby-voice and the cooing combined really breaking him down and making him cry out amidst all his cute laughter.

‘NAHAHAHAAAA PLEHEHEASE IHIHI’M BEHEHEGGIN’ YAHA!!’

The Warden smirked brightly, it had been too long since he’d heard those adorable words from Yancy. He let out a musing hum as he listened to Yancy’s mirth for a few seconds more, before rearing up and having mercy on him. Yancy was left gasping and giggling residually as the Warden replied to him warmly.

‘Alright, I think you’ve earned my mercy….for today.’

Yancy kept giggling, and hid his face in his hands as he curled his body up, making the Warden chuckle fondly. He ruffled Yancy’s hair, making the ex-prisoner grin and peek through his fingers at him, and the Warden felt his heart warm when Yancy mumbled.

‘I-Ihi’ve reheally missed ya…..’

The Warden grinned, and scooped Yancy up into a fierce bear hug, which Yancy instantly reciprocated as he buried his face in the Warden’s chest.

‘I’ve missed ya too, ya cheeky buck.’

Yancy giggled again, and the two of them just basically hugged it out for the rest of the day. You know you’ve got a real connection with someone when, even after so much time apart, even after so much time not talking or touching….the moment you’re together again, it’s like nothing has changed. And even though Yancy was a free man and so much had in fact changed….their friendship most certainly hadn’t.

WOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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mark-dark-andmore · 5 years ago

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How the Egos Spend Quarantine With You! | the Ipliers x Reader

a/n: requested by the best @bender-of-life !!

summary: let the ipliers spend time with y’all in quarantine

Mark ❤️

-this man is a Lysol can

-he is more sanitized than bleach

-but he still cuddles

-watches old childhood movies with you

-he makes a little dance club out of the living room and you are living for it

-complete with rainbow led lights and a playlist that slaps

-since he doesn’t want to go farther than 20 feet of the house this man stays inside and dances for exercise

-we all know his dumb lil dances

-he loves you and stays very clean in the quarantine

Wilford 🍭🍬

-“quarantine smorantine I will light a fire if I have to stay in this house for more than twenty minutes”

-this man was duct taped to the wall by you and kathryn

-lockdown was called while Kathryn was visiting and after ya’ll duct taped the bubblegum bitch boii to the wall she left and quarantined

-to get Wil from going outside and making new pockets for people in their bodies, you decided to make homemade candy

-twenty minutes later Wil was pacified

-the key to keeping sane in quarantine with Wil is sugar and dying his hair different shades of pink and kisses uwu

Yancy ⛓⛓

-THIS BOY WILL PROTECC

-“hey yance where is the Lysol that I bought two days ago?”

-Yancy, relysoling the already germ free house: “uhhh under the kitchen sink”

-he will make sure you are safe and healthy and fed

-and loved a LOT

-he loves watching movies he missed while he was locked up

-you got him to watch Barbie movies

-he secretly liked them but he would never tell you that

-during movies he’ll let you lay on his chest and he kisses your head a lot to let you know that he’s still watching the movies you’ve seen countless times because he knows you love to talk about movies

-he keeps Adelaide (his Chica ego) inside most of the time (since she is an outside dog she whines about being inside)

-but he can’t resist you and Adelaide giving him puppy eyes

-Adelaide does it to go outside

-you do it for cuddles

-hes a love-y kind of boy, leave him be uwu

Illinois 🌎

-this man is the definition of Cabin Fever

-you had to tackle him from sneaking out and adventuring

-“there is a world to be adventured!”

-“THE WORLD IS ON LOCKDOWN DINGBAT”

-he is depressi spaghetti

-but you try to cheer him up by ordering his favorite ice cream and playing video games like Super Mario Bros.

-after a while, he started giving in to that he can’t go outside which sucks

-but he gets to be stuck inside with his favorite being

Google 🌐

-this dude repeats safety precautions every

morning and you are THIS close from shutting him down

-“day 28: I am going to shut this robot down if he says social distancing one more time”

-“day 28 pt. 2: I tried shutting him down but he just put his hand on my forehead and kept me at arms distance IM GOING TO THROW SOME HANDS”

-when he isn’t annoying, he follows you around the house as you try and find things to do

-you baked some apple tarts and ate all of them in an hour while watching Buzzfeed Unsolved with google

-he hugs a lot

-so he cuddles a lot

-and he also makes you wash your hands more than the mandatory amount

-so, he’s just watching out for you

-you also made him say “puny mortal”

Dark ❤️💙🖤

-this boy just says “nope” to the world and just teleports you to the void with him

-y’all just chill in an apartment in the void

-he has all of your favorite snacks and drinks

-and he lets you cuddle him since he’s not much of a cuddler

-also he hugs you from the back

-he always kisses your head

-he just wants you to be safe uwu

-by any means necessary

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wheres-everyone-going-bingo · 5 years ago

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Okie how about some Yancy x reader in which reader is smol and likes sitting in yancys lap so Yancy will just be all tough in the cafeteria and reader will just *plop* into his lap

Top Dog

Pairing: Yancy x Male Reader

Warning: swearing

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Happy Trails penitentiary had become my home ever since I decided to pick a helicopter instead of a jeep. However it was still a prison, which meant it wasn’t the comfiest place, and it certainly didn’t have comfortable seats.

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“What do you think Tiny?” I asked the criminal, walking down the long rows of cells

“I don’t know Y/N, maybe try to count 1,2,3 in your head?” She suggested as we made our way to our separate cells.

I walked to my cell to be met with the sight of Yancy sitting on his bed waiting for me. I opened the door, alerting him to my presence. His face bore a huge grin upon seeing me.

“Aye Y/N! I’s been discussing a new verse for our song” Yancy greeted wrapping an arm around me “Youse wanna hear it?”

“Yeah sure Yance” Yancy smiled at my reply, standing at the front of the cell and rehearsing the new verse. When he finished I applauded him, Yancy bowed dramatically and took his seat on the bed once more.

“So how was youse day?” Yancy questioned as he laid back on the bed

“Yancy you were with me all day” I replied running my hands through his slicked hair

“I knows, but I like hearing youse talk, so just tell me anyways?” He smiled, pleading with his eyes

“God you’re so grossly cute” I chuckled, focused on getting the tangles out of his hair. Yet I still recounted what happened that day, glancing down to see Yancy staring at my face with utter adoration.

“Did I ever tell youse how much I loves youse?” spoke Yancy as he reached up and stroked my face.

“Yeah you’ve told me a few times” I said sarcastically but with a soft smile on my lips. I rested my palm on his cheek, Yancy lent into my touch, placing his hand on mine. Moving them to his lips as he pressed a light kiss to my palm.

“I really do loves youse Y/N”

“I know, I love you too Yancy” I flopped down onto the bed next to him “come here you romantic piece of shit” I opened my arms, as Yancy shuffled into them. Both of us fell asleep peacefully.

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“Rise and shine!” The guard tapped his baton against the bars, waking Yancy and I up with a jump “we’re having bacon and scrambled eggs for breakfast, and it gets dished up in about ten minutes” He informed us, walking away to wake the other prisoners.

Yancy had gone ahead and sat down at the table before me as he had business to tend to. I lined up with my lunch tray.

“Oh hey Y/N” Tiny greeted, taking her place next to me in the line

“Hey Tiny” I glanced over to where Yancy sat, he looked like he was having a pretty passionate discussion with some new inmates.

“Are you looking at Yancy? Yeah he’s been having some trouble with the newbies, they haven’t been following orders” She told me, collecting her serving of eggs.

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“What do youse mean youse haven’t been doing youse jobs?” He asked the two newcomers

“We just haven’t gotten around to it”

“When I ask youse to do a job youse do it” Yancy continued to threaten the pair as I walked over, taking a seat next to him.

“We’re sorry Yancy but it’s easier said than done” the smaller one apologised, quivering with fear that he’d be the next non-parole sacrifice. I shifted on the bench, I couldn’t stand the feel of these hard metal seats.

“So what youse too high an’ mighty to do what I asks youse to?” Yancy jabbed a finger in their direction. I decided to give up on the hellish seat, and just take a seat in Yancy’s lap. “Let me tell youse. Youse won’t last very long if youse don’t grovel at my feets” He warned as I stood up and sat down on Yancy’s lap. This stunned the new prisoners as they expected Yancy to be cold hearted, but the way he wrapped an arm around my waist suggested otherwise. “What? Cat got youse tongues?” Yancy asked, pulling his switchblade out “Cause if youse don’t do what I tell youse next time, youse gonna have no tongues” The men just hastily nodded, occasionally sparing glances to look at me resting in Yancy’s lap.

“Yes we will, no need to worry, Yancy” They responded, quickly scurrying off to go do whatever they were told to.

“What was that about?” I question Yancy, leaning my head against his chest

“Nothin’ youse gotta worry about darlin’”

“Alright tough guy” I teased, poking him in the cheek

“Youse know I’m the tough guy ‘round here” He said puffing out his chest, trying to look menacing

“Whatever you say you dork”

“We all know that you’re not the tough guy Yancy, not with Y/N as your boyfriend” Tiny giggled to herself, almost falling out of her chair when Yancy gave her a death glare.

#yancy #markiplier #egos #x male reader #male reader #a heist with markiplier #ahwm

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orange-waterfalls · 5 years ago

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I Love You Enough For All Of Them

Yancy x gender neutral!reader

@sororia04s ty for the request!

A/N: ok, so this one's super goddamn short because I got my point across fairly quickly. Which is rare, so appreciate it. Uhhh... sad reader. Yancy doing his best to comfort them. He's trying, that's what matters. Soft moments on the roof. Sad times at Happy Trails. Fluff/Angst. Rated PG. I somehow managed to not put any curses here. Yancy smokes, we know this. Established relationship. Yancy being a flirty boi. Uh yeah. Enjoy.

Asks are open!

Word Count: 1.1k

You took deep breaths in and out on the roof of Happy Trails Penitentiary. You loved your fellow inmates, you did, but it could get to be too much sometimes. You missed your friends. You missed your family. You knew you'd be okay, but it still hurt sometimes. You were glad the warden liked you enough to let you go up here.

You heard a noise behind you and looked to see Yancy walking over to you. You gave him a small smile. He responded with a nod and you turned back to the setting sun. He sat himself down next to you and took out his pack of cigarettes. He offered you one, but you declined. You hated those things, they made you feel gross. You didn't want to overstep your boundaries with him, so you didn't say that to Yancy.

He shrugged and put one in his mouth, lighting it with a lighter. He took a breath in, then exhaled the smoke. You frowned at it, but didn't say anything. He sat his hands on the roof, leaning back. You mimicked the action.

"'ight," he sighed, "what's tha matter wit youse?" You didn't answer, choosing to instead stare at the almost black sky. You thought about what you should say, since you knew he got pretty defensive whenever you mentioned the outside world.

"Y/N," he said sternly. "What's tha matter?" You closed your eyes and laid back onto the roof, folding your hands on your stomach. Yancy twisted so that he was on his side, his cheek in his hand.

"I… miss my family…" you whispered. You opened your eyes to see Yancy with his eyebrows knitted together, frowning at you. You rolled your eyes. Both of you sat back up.

"Can you blame me, Yance?" You crossed your arms and shook your head a bit. "You know I love everyone here, but… they haven't even come to visit!" Yancy laid his elbows on his legs, thinking of what he was supposed to say.

You were upset. He didn't like when you were upset. It always made him feel like he was doing something wrong, even if it wasn't because of him. He wanted you to be happy.

"Youse… agreed with me when I told youse to forget about the past…" he pointed out. You tucked your knees into your chest and turned you head away from him.

"That doesn't mean I don't miss them, or that it doesn't hurt…" you lamented. Yancy put his hand on his chin, thinking.

Ok, that wasn't gonna work. Telling you about what you said before wasn't gonna work. Of course it wouldn't. He got annoyed when someone brought up something from last week, why would you wanna hear something he said when you first showed up? He was gonna have to come up with something…

"Well, uh…" he cleared his throat. "I'm… I'm sure they just… forgot…"

"Forgot!" You shouted. "The people who love me forgetting when they can come see me! Yeah, of course!" Yancy flinched at your volume. You noticed and your face softened.

"I'm sorry, Yancy, I just…" you buried your face in your hands. He sat a hand on your thigh. You peeked at him through your fingers.

"I-I know. I know youse misses 'em…" he consoled. "And… I know that youse probably expected them to show up sooner… but… m-maybe they's just a bit busy right now! Maybe they wanna visit, but they just… can't."

"Or maybe they think I'm a disgrace and never want to see me again," you mumbled.

"Yeah… or… or that… look, all I know is that, if they don't wanna see you, then screw them! That's their loss! Youse is a wonderful person and if a little thing like robbin' a museum makes them not wanna see youse, then they don't deserve youse anyways!" He reassured. You dropped your hands from your face and smiled at him.

"Thanks, Yancy," you said. Yancy flushed and your soft voice. He coughed.

"Well… yeah… and anyways, I love youse enough for all of 'em…"

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really! Youse is my favorite person in this prison, maybe even the world!" he claimed. You tilted your head at him, slightly smirking.

"Don't tell Jimmy I said that…" he begged. You both laughed and turned back to the sky. The sun had set and the sky was filled with stars. You both sighed and laid down, looking up at the bright sky. You could never see it that clearly back in L.A. with Mark. You had never seen the moon look so clearly before.

"It's so beautiful…" you murmured.

"Youse know who else is beautiful?"

"Who?"

"Youse…"

"Shut up, you dork!" You gushed. He chuckled and scooted closer to you.

"It's true, though! Youse is the most beautiful and/or handsome human being I have ever laid my eyes on!" You covered your face to hide your blush and turned away.

"Yancy, come on! Stop!" You giggled. He smiled at you in awe. You heard a tapping on metal and looked to see a guard.

"Inside, guys," he said. You and Yancy stood up and went inside the prison.

The guard escorted you two to your shared cell, opening the door you both went in and he locked it behind you, walking away. You laid on your bunk, the bottom bunk, facing the wall and closing your eyes. You snapped them back open when you heard a creak. You turned to see Yancy trying to get into your bunk with you. You raised an eyebrow. He smiled.

"Hey, darlin'," he purred. "How was youse's night?" You scoffed playfully and rolled your eyes, turning back.

"Try and be more discreet next time," you joked. He chuckled and crawled into the bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. He took a deep breath in. You smiled and snuggled into him.

"I love you, Yancy…" you whispered.

"How much do youse love me?" You turned towards him. He was staring at you, a lovestruck smile on his face. You decided to tease him by giving him a gentle peck and turning back to your original position. He blinked for a second.

"Now, wait! Youse can't just leave me wit that!" He complained. You chuckled.

"If you're quiet for the rest of the night, you can get more in the morning," you bargain. Since you didn't hear anything else from him, you assumed he understood. You sighed and closed your eyes, hearing a soft "I love youse too" before you slipped into a deep sleep.

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 5 years ago

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Bring Me the Horizon

Summary: You break Yancy out of prison for the night and take him into the city.

Characters: Yancy x Reader

Words: 4,591

Warnings: Swearing, kissing

Masterlist

You didn’t come for visitation on Sunday.

You didn’t come the last third Sunday either. Or the Sunday before that. Or the Sunday before that. Or-

Yancy was disappointed, of course, but he wasn’t surprised.

No.

He wasn’t surprised.

It was late, a couple of hours past lights out, and Yancy was laying on his back on the top bunk staring blankly at the ceiling. He had cried. He had cried the first month, and the month after that, and the month after that, too, but now he had no more tears left. He had no more disappointment, no more sorrow, no more self-loathing… There was nothing.

He felt nothing.

So he stared.

He stared at the ceiling, eyes burning from lack of blinking, his mind as blank as the concrete above his head. He sucked in a deep breath, not realizing that he hadn’t been breathing, and closed his eyes tight to allow them to rest for a moment. It was then, through the sounds of his snoring neighbors and them shuffling in their beds, that he heard a clink - the sound of something metallic on concrete.

He sat up in his bunk, brow furrowed, and looked around his cell. It was dark, so there wasn’t much to see, but Yancy knew something had happened. The sound was close. Whatever it was, it was in here with him.

Cautiously, he peered over the edge of the bunk and scanned the tiny room. His eyes had long since adjusted to the dark, so when he didn’t see anything obviously threatening, he swung his legs over and jumped down. He flicked on the lamp on the small, round table in the corner. The gleam of metal near his cell door caught his eye, and he approached it curiously, kneeling down to get a closer look.

It was a key.

He picked it up and returned to his table, using the light from the lamp to see better. He turned the key over in his hand, studying it.

It looked old - antique. It was made of a plain, grey metal, and the key itself wasn’t fancy or ornate. It only had two teeth that connected in a U shape, and the top was a half circle with connecting bars, almost like spokes on a bike wheel.

Attached to the key via some string was a small, faded tag. Yancy flipped the tag over to see writing on the other side.

Meet me at the gate.

“The hell…” Yancy mumbled, brows drawn together in confusion and curiosity.

He looked to his cell door, locked tight for the night, and then back to the key. His head cocked to the side as he rose from his chair, careful not to let the metal legs screech on the floor, and strode to the door.

“There’s no way…” Yancy thought as he turned the key over and over in his fingers. “I don’t even know whos this key is from… I could be gettin’ myself into huge trouble here…”

Despite his pessimistic inner dialogue, Yancy peeked out of his cell, down the long, dark hallway. There was no one in sight, there usually wasn’t. The guards don’t patrol very well, even at night; they have no need to with how well behaved the prisoners are.

Yancy took the key in hand and wiggled his arm through the bars. It took a moment, what with being unable to see the lock from his side of the door, but he finally got the key into the lock. He took a deep breath… and turned it.

The lock opened with a click.

“Youse gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” Yancy mumbled to himself, disbelieving.

Slowly, carefully, and as quiet as he possibly could, he opened the cell door just enough to allow him to squeeze his body through and peer down the hall in either direction.

Still dark.

Still quiet.

Yancy shook his head, biting his lower lip. This was stupid. He was being stupid.

Regardless, he ducked back into his cell and quickly pulled his shoes and a shirt on.

Once he was dressed and took a short moment to steel himself, he stepped out into the hall and shut his cell door behind him. He snatched the key out of the lock and held it tightly in his hand so as not to lose it as he quickly made his way down the hall to a narrow opening between the end of the cells and the showers that would lead him through the prison and out to the yard without anyone noticing him.

It was a clear night, the moon shining brightly down and lighting up the yard, stars twinkling mischievously overhead in the dark abyss that was the night sky. Yancy wrapped his arms around himself; it was a cool night, and there was a breeze that made goosebumps rise on his arms. He shivered as he stepped out into the open, looking around to make sure he was alone. He took a step toward the gate in the distance, and then another. He didn’t see anyone, but that didn’t mean that no one was there.

Cautiously, he came to the gate, stopping a few feet away so that he didn’t get grabbed through the bars by some unsavory character pulling a mean trick on him.

“Hello?” he called out quietly, leaning ever so slightly forward to try and see or hear someone or something past the prison wall.

When there is no answer, Yancy takes a tentative step forward and calls again. “Hello? Anyone there?”

He can hear shuffling, and then a familiar voice reaches his ears, quiet and cautious.

“Yancy? That you?”

His face splits into a grin and he rushes to the gate, wrapping his fingers around the bars, the key still clutched in one palm.

“Y/N!?” he asks excitedly.

You step out of the shadows and into the light of the moon where he can see you and he can’t help the sob that escapes his throat, nor the tears that stream down his face.

“Youse came!” he cries.

You chuckle and step up to the bars, resting your hands over his.

“I did. And I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. Visitation didn’t seem like a good idea, what with me having just broken out and everything… I didn’t want to risk being caught, so… I decided to set up this little meeting instead.”

Yancy’s grin nearly splits his face and he chokes back another happy sob, unable to say anything.

“Hey, you got the key?” you ask.

Yancy sniffles and nods, offering you the key through the bars.

Your fingers brush his when you take it and Yancy’s heart jumps in his chest.

“Awesome. I’ve got something great planned for tonight. C’mon.”

The prisoner was only confused for a moment until you used the key to unlock the gate and swing it open, leaving him free to exit the prison.

He hesitates, hugging himself again. “Oh, uh… I dunno, Y/N. I told youse, I don’t wanna be free, remember?”

You smile and nod. “I remember. I’m not freeing you, I’m just… taking you on a little field trip. You’ll be back by morning and no one will even know you were gone. I promise.”

Still, he hesitates, taking the tiniest step forward and looking past you out into the free world.

“I dunno…” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You dart forward and grab his wrist, pulling him through the gate and into your chest.

“Well, I do know,” you say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Come on.”

You don’t give him a chance to argue further as you drag him along behind you, parallel to the wall and around the side of the prison, where Yancy sees a sleek black car waiting in the barren field. He wouldn’t have seen it at all if it weren’t for the light of the moon gleaming off of the dark metal, or the snow that had just begun to fall sticking to the car’s frame.

You let Yancy go when you reached the vehicle and opened the trunk. You rummaged around for a moment before you returned to his side with a warm flannel and dark denim coat, some faded black jeans, and a pair of black boots.

“You can’t go out like that, so I brought you some stuff to change into. Put the pants on now, you can get the boots on in the car.”

Yancy took the jeans from you, but hesitated. “Youse sure about this?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged the corners of your lips up. “We don’t have time for you to be uncertain, Yance. C’mon.” You clapped him on the shoulder before you went around to the other side of the car and leaned back against the driver’s door. “Get those jeans on!” you called to him.

Yancy let out a deep sigh. “Guess I’m doin’ this…” he muttered to himself as he set the jeans on the top of the car, stripped his shoes off, and then pulled his striped prisoner’s pants down. He tried not to squeal from the sudden blast of cold air on his legs as he stepped out of the pants and traded them for the jeans. Yancy wasn’t going to ask how you knew his size…

“Alright. Done,” he called to you as he wrapped his shoes up in his old pants and strode around the back of the car to the trunk.

You appeared next to him as he set them inside and then closed the trunk after him.

“Sweet, you can get these on while I drive,” you said, handing him the black boots and then practically jogging back to the driver’s door, which you wrenched open to then duck behind the wheel.

“Come on!” you called.

Yancy shook his head and made his way back around the car, trying to ignore the dampness in his socks from the fresh snow sticking to the dirty ground. He hopped into the passenger’s seat and started on the boots, jolting when you took off at full speed, peeling out of the field and away from the prison, headed to the highway that would take you and Yancy into town.

“So, uh… Where we’s goin’?” the prisoner asked as he pulled a boot on.

You grinned in reply. “Can’t tell you, that’ll spoil the surprise.”

“Right…”

You glanced over at him. “Oh, come on, Yance, don’t be like that. You can trust me.”

“I-” He wanted to argue. Could he trust you? How well did he even know you? He met you in prison after you’d robbed a museum, and you hadn’t mentioned your partner in crime even once. Did you even care about the fact that he had been punched through a brick wall? Yancy felt sure, deep down, that he was making a terrible mistake… but there was also a glimmer of something else… A feeling he couldn’t quite recognize, not yet, at least.

He was grateful when you turned the heat on full blast. He hadn’t put the coat on yet and the temperature was rapidly falling, the snow coming down thick and wet from a sky blanketed in dark clouds. Where had the crystal clear night gone? He wasn’t sure, but he did have to admit that there was something very pleasing about snow. He liked the sense of calm it brought with it. The sense of peace.

His nervousness returned once you drove into the city.

“So, uh… I know youse said it was a surprise, but can you at least give me a hint? Where we goin’?”

You smirked. “Somewhere quiet,” you replied. “There won’t be any other people, and it’s outside.”

“Oh. Okay…”

That didn’t help calm his nerves. You were taking him far away from the prison, far away from his family and anyone who cared about him, far away from anyone who would miss him. He chuckled nervously.

“Somewhere outside with no people… What, youse plannin’ on murderin’ me, Y/N?”

You laughed and shook your head. “No! I’m not gonna murder you! It’s nothing bad, I promise. You’ll love it, I hope. I always do.”

“Oh, so youse done this before?”

“Once or twice, but never with anyone else. I always go alone.”

Yancy raised an eyebrow. “If youse like to go alone, then why youse takin’ me?”

Your grin dropped into a soft smile and he could see a glimmer of what he thought was sadness behind your eyes.

You shrugged. “It’s not that I like to go alone…” you said. “It’s just that I’ve never had anyone to do this with before.”

His heart twisted at that, in either sympathy for you or happiness for himself, knowing that he was the only person you’d ever done this with before.

The drive was finished in comfortable silence, with only the radio playing softly to fill the space between you two. You’d reached a section of the city that was always very barren this time of night. It was a long street of various locally owned stores that all closed around 6pm. At the end of the street, however, was a large, flat plot of land surrounded by tall chain-link fencing. Tall structures reached up into the sky with smaller ones between them.

“The hell…” Yancy whispered, mostly to himself, as he gazed out the windshield.

You simply smiled in response as you drove closer and your headlights lit up a wide wooden archway with a banner hanging horizontally across the top.

Yancy shook his head and smiled as you drove beneath the archway and veered left, into a large, empty parking lot.

“C’mon,” you said as you hopped out of the car.

Yancy glanced apprehensively at the dark amusement park as he exited the vehicle.

“Youse sure we’s allowed to be here?” he asked as you came around to his side with the coat in your arms.

“‘Course,” you replied with a smile and handed him the bundle. “Put it on so you don’t freeze,” you ordered as you began the walk toward the inner gate.

He puled the coat on and jogged to catch up with you.

“Anyone ever tell ya that youse is terrible at reassurin’ people?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, actually.”

“What are we doin’ here?” the prisoner asked, sticking close to your side, anxiety welling up in his stomach as he followed you past the ticket stand and into the amusement park proper. It was dark, with not even a street light to help illuminate your way, and the hidden moon wasn’t much help where it sat behind the thick clouds. The snow was coming down heavily and a good inch or two had already gathered on the pavement. The crunch it made as you walked over it was deafening in the silence of the night, and Yancy was scared to do so much as breathe for fear that you’d both be caught.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” Yancy grabbed your arm and whirled you around to face him. “Tell me what we’s doin’ here,” he commanded, brow furrowed and voice stern.

Your surprise at being stopped was replaced with a soft smile that Yancy could barely see through the shadows. “It’s only a tiny bit farther, Yance. I don’t want to tell you or it’ll ruin the surprise, but I promise you, we’re not going to get in trouble. I do this all the time, remember? It’s okay.”

Yancy shook his head, causing what snow that had gathered in his hair to jump free and float down to the ground with the rest. “Doin’ it all the time isn’t the same as it bein’ okay.”

He was caught off guard when you reached a hand up to trail ghosting fingers along his beard. “It is okay. I know the owners, Yancy. You know how I said that I’ve been setting this whole thing up for a while? This is one of the things.” You gestured around you. “I was getting permission to bring you here.”

“R-really?” the prisoner asked, hopeful.

“Really really. Pinky promise.” You held your pinky up and he interlocked his with yours. You both laughed. “Now come on.” You took Yancy’s hand in yours and led him to a building off to the side of the park. Your hand was warm in his, and he couldn’t stop the smile that found its way onto his lips at the feeling.

“Alright,” you said as you came to the doors of the small brick building.

You spun the prisoner around so he was facing the park.

“You wait right here. I’ll be back in two shakes.”

Before he could protest, you were gone through the doors, into the darkness of the building. Yancy stuffed his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders to ward off the cold as he waited. You were gone for what felt like an eternity, and he was starting to become worried. He was contemplating going in and trying to find you just as the world lit up around him.

He noticed the carousel first, shining brightly against the black backdrop of the cloudy night sky. The lights glinted off of the falling snow, bathing each flake in a different color as they fell around him. Some were blue, some red, others green or purple or orange. Yancy was sure he looked like a kitten seeing a Christmas tree for the first time - his eyes were wide open, a huge grin across his face as he took in the sight of the park before him.

“What do you think?”

Yancy turned to see you emerge from the building, your grin mimicking his own.

“It’s…” he looked once more at the lights. He couldn’t find the words. “It’s beautiful,” he finally sighed after a moment of contemplation.

“I’m glad you like it,” you said softly, stepping up beside him and intertwining your fingers with his once more. “Come on, let’s go ride a ride.”

You and Yancy spent hours riding all of the rides. There was a spaceship that spun around really fast and sucked you onto the wall, a dragon that you sat in the belly of and it spun around really fast, roller coasters, bumper cars, a couple that went upside down, one that went up really high and then dropped you. You even convinced Yancy to go on The Power, a huge arm that reached high up into the sky with chairs attached to the end that left your feet dangling in the air at the very top and almost ripped them off as it came swinging down and around. He wasn’t a fan, but he loved the peals of laughter and excited cheering you let out.

He stumbled out of the chair and off the ride’s platform to collapse in the snow. He rolled over onto his back, giggling happily as he gazed up at the sky.

“You gonna live?” you asked, your face appearing in his line of vision.

“If I don’t throw up everywhere first, yeah,” he laughed.

He took your hand when you offered it and helped him to his feet. You looked at your watch.

“Perfect, we’ve still got time. How about a snack and a ride on the ferris wheel?” you asked and he nodded.

You led him to a food truck and left him waiting outside while you stepped in. He could feel the warm air rush out past you and he breathed in the mouth-watering scent of fried dough that came with it. After only a moment, you stepped down out of the truck and handed him a plate of fried dough sprinkled with powdered sugar and cinnamon.

“A funnel cake!?” Yancy gasped, his face lighting up as he took the treat. “I ain’t had one ‘a these in ages!”

The bottom of the paper plate was warm and it felt good on his cold hand as he pinched a piece of the cake to break it off. He popped it into his mouth and moaned as the flavors washed over his tongue - flavors that he hadn’t tasted since before he went to prison.

“Don’t have a foodgasm,” you said with a chuckle and a pat to his shoulder. “Come on. One last ride.”

He happily munched his snack as you and he approached the ferris wheel. You held the door to the pod open for him and he stepped inside to sit on the cold plastic seat within. You sat across from him and a few moments later the ride began to move, carrying you both slowly upward.

Yancy gazed out over the amusement park to the city below, bathed in a blanket of white and a warm orange glow from the houses beyond. Suddenly, he was choking back tears, and he did his best to hide this fact by stuffing his face with more funnel cake.

“Hey…” He feels your hand on his knee. “You okay?”

He nods, but can’t bring himself to look at you for fear of losing himself completely. “It’s just uh…” He clears his throat. “It’s just the powdered sugar. It… it got in my eyes a little bit.”

You switched seats, coming across the ferris wheel car to sit next to him with your shoulder against his.

The car stopped, right at the top.

You gave him a gentle nudge. “It’s okay to cry.”

He sniffles and shifts in his seat so that his body is angled toward you. A single tear wells over and runs down his cheek, hot against the cold winter night air. His funnel cake lies forgotten in his lap as he shakes his head and then gazes at you tenderly.

“I just… I never expected… I feel… so full,” he explained. “My heart feels like it’s about to burst outta my chest.” He chuckles dryly. “I’m so used to life in prison, that I just… I guess I forgot how beautiful it can be out here…”

He looks once more across the city skyline as another tear falls and rolls down his cheek. “Up here…” his gaze finds your face again. “With youse… It almost feels like… like maybe… maybe the world ain't really so bad…”

A soft smile finds your lips and then you’re pressing them to his, cupping his face in your hands and using your thumbs to brush away the tears. Yancy’s funnel cake fell to the floor of the car, forgotten, as one of his hands found your waist and the other tangled in your hair.

He was hesitant at first, moving his lips slowly against yours, unsure of himself and his actions. When you didn’t pull away from him and instead deepened the kiss, he allowed himself to relax into you, kissing you back passionately, desperately. He felt hot, despite the frigid air swirling snowflakes around him. He wanted to stay like this forever, but you broke the kiss to pull in a deep breath. You rested your forehead against his, and your hot breath ghosted over his face, smelling of something warm like cinnamon and vanilla, or perhaps sugar cookies. It made him want to dive back in and spend the rest of the night with his lips pressed against yours at the top of this ferris wheel…

“It’s almost dawn,” you said, voice low.

His reply was a simple whine that voiced his discontent at the prospect of ending this moment - ending this night - and having to go back to his dingy prison cell. The ride began to move again and you pulled away from him, closed your eyes, and sucked in a deep breath of cold air. Yancy found himself doing the same to calm his nerves and cool his body.

Not another word was spoken as he followed you off of the ferris wheel and back to your car. The only sound was the crunch of snow beneath your feet and then the engine of the car and the blast of hot air from the vents. The radio was on quietly, just as it had been before, but Yancy couldn’t hear it over the thoughts in his head. He couldn’t even think over the thoughts in his head, and before he knew it, you were pulling the car off the road and into the field next to the prison, now covered in a thick blanket of white.

He stopped you as you began to unbuckle.

“I can get back on my own,” he said, perhaps a bit too quickly. “We don’t wanna risk youse bein’ seen.”

You nodded reluctantly, and Yancy gave you a smile. In truth, he needed to get away from you before he had a nervous breakdown. This night had turned his entire world upside down, causing him to question everything he thought he knew. He was feeling too many emotions to try and process at one time.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said before he opened the car door and stepped once more into the cold.

The trunk popped open and he made his way around to the back of the car to retrieve his prison clothes. He heard your window roll down.

“Yancy,” you called, and then your hand poked out of the window, holding the key. “You should hold onto this. Y’know… just in case.”

He closed the trunk and approached you. Hesitantly, he took the key.

“Thanks again,” he said quietly, and you nodded.

Then, he began the walk back into the prison. He got about halfway to the wall when he stopped and turned around. He could see your reflection in the side mirror, watching him sadly. He tried to offer you one last convincing smile paired with a small wave before he took in a deep breath and continued the trek through the snow.

He used the key to get back into the prison yard, but he didn’t go back to his cell. He didn’t want to… not just yet. Instead, he headed for the roof.

He closed the roof access door quietly behind him and then found himself a spot in the snow to sit down, cross-legged, facing east.

“I don’t wanna be free,” he sang quietly. “Of these amenities…”

He used his foot to clear away the snow before he sat.

“Why try a prison break…”

He gazed at the horizon, the sky slowly growing more pale with each passing moment.

“When hard time’s totally great…”

A rich orange seeped up from below the horizon and bled into the sky.

“I don’t wanna be free…”

It was soon followed by pale yellow, and then the first rays of the sun itself. The clouds turned purple, the sky a light blue.

“I don’t wanna be free…”

Yancy wrapped his arms around himself.

“I don’t wanna be free…”

The roof access door opened.

“Yancy?” It was Holt, the guard.

“I don’t wanna be free…”

“I don’t know how you got out here, but you’re gonna have to come with me back to your cell.”

“I don’t wanna be free…”

Yancy felt a hand on his arm, and then he was being pulled to his feet.

I don’t wanna be free…

Holt lead him through the snow to the door and pulled it open.

I don’t wanna be free…

He ushered Yancy inside, and it was when the cold metal closed behind him that he broke into sobs with only one agonizing thought running through his mind.

I want to be free.

#yancy x reader #ahwm yancy x reader #yancy #ahwm yancy #yancy fanfiction #ahwm yancy fanfiction

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blazogirlsoneshots · 5 years ago

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After the Third Sunday of the Month (Yancy x Reader)

A/N: @sororia04s and @ghostvirgil really wanted a part two. So, hi guys I hope this is good enough!

Visitation day left the prison with an almost melancholic glow. The inmates floated through their everyday activities with grins on their faces as they thought about the stories they had heard about what was happening in the outside world, but would then cry themselves to sleep as the homesickness burrowed under their fragile skin. During this time, Yancy would usually be the ray of sunshine who carried his family up from this blow. There would be extra rehearsals and more physical activities as an attempt to raise morale and Yancy would become this manic unstoppable force of nature. It was, quite honestly, terrifying but almost comforting.

For some reason, though, that normal comfort was missing this month. Yancy was more irritable, yelling at anyone who simply grazed his shoulder and then apologizing profusely. He found himself in solitary multiple times a day with only the small birds he could see from the slit he called a window. It was the birds that helped him get through those hours; the birds and the memory of the last Sunday that was. It had been the first time in all his years here at Happy Trails Penatentary that someone had come and visited him. Someone had come to listen and was more than willing to be there.

But then they left.

They left and Yancy would have to wait four more weeks until he could recapture that feeling. Four weeks wasn’t that long, right? Right?

No, four weeks was the equivalent to forever, Yancy sulked as he lay in his bed. There was almost an irony to it as he thought back to Saturday ramblings from a week ago. Those had been the thoughts of a hurt and lonely man. So are these, chimed in the voice being ever so helpful. Maybe that’s all I am, Yancy mused, I’m just miserable and alone. I mean that’s what I would be if I didn’t have the rest of my family. Who needs Y/N anyway? I have a group of people who love me that I don’t need to wait forever to see.

“I don’t need them!” Yancy screamed as tears began pouring down his face. “I don’t need them,” He whimpered. Something on his nightside table caught his eye as he furiously wiped away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. It was a letter that you had given him with orders not to open until the week after your visit. It had been a week and he needed encouragement, so might as well open it now.

Hands, will you please stop shaking. Heart, why are you beating so fast? Palms, stop sweating and stomach, can you please stop turning? Yancy tried his best to take a deep breath but failed miserably as he ripped the letter open.

Hey, Yancy.

You and I both know that one day isn’t very long when you’re trying to know everything you can learn about someone you just sort of kind of met. So, I thought I’d leave you something to look forward to and give you this letter.

I just now realized that I messed up and realized that we’d probably talk about everything and anything we could think about, so this won’t really work. But I say who cares and I’m going to give this to you anyway.

I understand that your home is there and, even though I could break you out and you could leave if you wanted to, I respect that. The point of this though is that if you need a friend who can tell what the stars look like from an open window instead of the bars of a cell decorated to look like the inside of stereotypical grandmother’s home, I can be that. If you want to know if there’s a distinctive difference between the same ice cream from different parts of town, I can do that.

I’m here for you, Yance, remember that. Remember that I’m your friend, companion, a partner in crime? I’m your partner in crime, because you most definitely need one, but not to illegal stuff, just to have someone who has your back during hard times.

See you in four weeks!

Y/N

Yancy was still crying, but it was okay. He felt a little bit better now. He should start up rehearsals again. The gang probably missed the normal him, so it was time to act okay again.

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#yancy x reader #yancy #AHWM #ahwm yancy #yancy x y/n #a heist with markiplier #a heist with markipler spoilers #markipler egos #yancy x you #x reader

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rattyships · 5 years ago

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A prison life for me

Alternate title - Inspiration is stored in the Yancy. Wanted to whip up a ficlet to get some ideas out my head. This is about readers first day in the prison where Yancy slowly falls in love. Also wanted to give some personality to the other inmates (they all like teasing him but they do it out of love).

relationship: Yancy x reader 1526 words

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“They got you pretty good huh Yance!”

“Ah shut up Bam Bam” Spat Yancy at his cellmate. He was right though. Yancy pawed at the plasters on his face and winced at the stinging of the oncoming bruises. He doesn’t understand how y/n was able to beat him up so easily. They were a small little thing but were able to land some really good hits on him, and he’s a seasoned brawler. “Must’ve gotten lucky”.

“Don’t kid yourself dude, you got roughed up.” Bam Bam approached his buff friend and gave him a bro-like slap on the back, “Don’t work yourself up over this loss pal. Besides, they said they wanted to join us! That’s a catch, right?”

Yancy thought back to the moment. The way your face lit up as you shook his hand in solidarity, sporting a huge grin despite having some injuries from your fight. It made him feel… odd and fuzzy in a weird way. The way you smiled, it made him wanna protect it. Make sure you kept smiling. You were so… cute… and it made him pout like a toddler. “Eahh whatevers.” He announced, brushing the thought away. “Let’s get grub before lunchtime is up”

You were sat on a small round table in the echo-y cafeteria, finding yourself nearly overwhelmed with how many people decided to sit with you. You weren’t complaining though, you’d quickly learnt so much about the family’s life in this prison.

“I’ve never seen Yancy change his mind about deciding to help someone so quickly” chuckled tiny. Her voice was low and smooth, but not aggressive, almost like the tone of an older sister. “Do you think he likes ‘em?”

Sparkles McGee let out a cackle, which made you jump considering he was sitting directly to your right hand side. “Maybe!” He turned to you, “He’s been practicing that musical number for a while just so you know. He’s probably overjoyed that someone was so enamoured by it” he said in his nasally voice.

You giggled, thinking back to how star-struck you must’ve looked when Yancy was performing for you. “You gotta admit that one doesn’t expect a serenade when they first get to prison”.

Sparkles responded, “yeah but that’s why we love 'im! He’s a big old musical-loving softie behind his tough act.” He leaned in, getting way too close to your face, “What do you think of him y/n? Because I think he’s quite fond of you~”

You blushed at the thought, “a-ah cmon guys! I mean…” You thought back to your introduction. You hadn’t been expecting to see anyone like him here at all, but you were kind of grateful considering you had lost Mark here pretty quickly. The way Yancy lead you round the building during his performance was pretty magical. Plus, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome as hell. “He’s really sweet. I see why you’re so fond of him”. Your response made some of the others wiggle their eyebrows at each other. What was this, the goddamn school ground?

“Speak of the devil.” Boomed the voice of Jimmy the pickle. This caused everyone to turn their head to the entrance, as Yancy and Bam Bam made their way into the Cafeteria.

“Hey there y'all!” Said Bam, pulling up another small round table and two chairs for him and Yancy, because there was really no other room. “How goes?”

Yancy paused before he sat down, looking round at his family all smiling next to y/n. This reeks of potential embarrassment. “Youse wasn’t gossiping about me now was youse?” He asked with a gentle smirk.

“What do YOU think, Yancy-Pants?” Teased tiny, flashing him a smile laced with evil. She lifted her legs so she was sitting cross legged on the small wooden prison chair. “We just learning more about y/n. We think you made a good decision about letting them hang with us.”

Yancy turned to you with a satisfied smile on his face, “I’m glad youse think so! Youse guys know I trust youses judgement more than anyone else”. He plopped down in his chair as the other members of the family started talking amongst themselves, creating a bit of white noise for you to talk through. “What about youse y/n? Hope you don’t feel too overwhelmed here”.

You gave him a soft smile that seemed to wipe the visible worry in his face. “Don’t worry about it Yancy, I’m having a great time”. You studied his features again now that he’s sitting close to you. He has a strong jaw with a neat amount of stubble, and his hair has this wet slicked back quality to it. He was so pretty it was unfair. You also noticed the cuts and plasters. “I hope you’re doing okay - didn’t mean to rough you up that badly”.

Yancys pout from earlier came back, “Youse didn’t! This is a par for the course when youse is in prison! I bet I’m still stronger than youse”.

Tiny overheard that last part, and scoffed. “Yeah? Then prove it baby face”. She leant over and whispered something to you, and you smiled at her suggestion. You plopped your arm up on the table as if offering an arm wrestle, and the others let out a big cheer. Yancy chuckled, “Youse serious?”. There was no way he was losing this. “Youse sure about this sweetcheeks?”. You felt yourself falter at the nickname, but gave him a firm nod. You knew you were unlikely to win considering Yancys arm strength. You were only able to win your earlier fight because of your quick reaction times and dodges, you didn’t have much brute strength. But now you knew the family were on your side and were trying to cheer Yancy up, so God be damned if you weren’t gonna give it your best shot. Besides, you think you have a trick up your sleeve that will help…

Yancy placed his own arm on the table, spurred by the cheers of everyone around. A jolt of electricity went through you as he gripped your hand tightly - his hand was so much bigger than yours. Returned the gesture and squeezed his hand back. Did his gaze just falter slightly? Your analysis was interrupted by Sparkles McGee leaping up from his seat. “On ya marks! Get set! GO!!” and with that the family erupted with cheer as you felt strong pressure quickly flood through your arm. You pushed back as hard as you could, but Yancy didn’t falter. Your opposite hand grasped the edge of the table to keep you as steady as you could. You began to grit your teeth the more you pushed, and you heard a grunt leave Yancy. The cheers were still going, often intermingled with encouragements like 'get em y/n!’, 'Push harder!!’. You were really starting to feel it, and your arm was ever so slightly tilting in Yancys favour, and you could tell he wasn’t holding much back. You were gonna have to play dirty if you had any chance of winning.

“H-Hey Yance!” You managed to wheeze out, and his reddening face met yours. In a big brain moment, you decided to wink and blow him a small cheeky kiss. His eyes immediately widened. He tried to form some words but he could only feel his lips wobbling pathetically (”AH BUh b-bghu wha-!”) as heat rose to his cheeks- that had completely thrown him off! This was your chance! You used his shock to your advantage and pushed him arm all the way down with a THUD. The family erupted in a roar of cheers and Yancy immediately pushed his head down on the table to hide his embarrassment - with both the loss and his mind trying to process what just happened.

Bam Bam grabbed your arm and lifted it in triumph, the others still cheering and laughing - “Nicely done y/n!” You were laughing along with them - you can’t believe that actually worked. You feel kind of bad now! Yancy slowly lifted his head up to be met with your triumphant grin once again. ‘Curse this angel’ he thought to himself. He opened his mouth to utter an accusation but the whole scene was halted when the warden came in. He started bashing his baton against the metal bars by the nearby window creating an ear-piercingly loud crash and shouted, “QUIET DOWN YOU LOT! This is too much ruckus and you need to break it up or else! Besides, lunch time is over and you need to make it back to your cells A.S.A.P!”

The giggles of the family started to quiet down, and people started getting up off their chairs and making their way out the cafeteria. You outstretched your hand towards Yancy and he reluctantly took it as he pulled him up. You gave him one last grin and mouthed a little ‘sorry about that!’. He shook his head disapprovingly, but couldn’t help smiling back at you. This wasn’t over, and he’s gonna change his act now that he knows you play dirty (if his heart could take any more teasing, that is).

#HOPE YALL LIKE THIS ONE #this was so much fun I love the idea of yn being just a feral leetol baby #a heist with markiplier #Yancy #yancy x reader #reader insert #bam bam #tiny #sparkles McGee

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teejiplier · 5 years ago

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A Ring of Roses

Summary: Yancy was always busy doing something, taking care of the family, but what happens when he can't take care of you?

Content Warning: Angst, Hanahaki Disease

Relationship: Yancy/Reader

AO3 Link: X

AN: Happy Visitation Day folks!

Staying in prison arguably was the best decision of your life. You had plenty of activities to keep you busy, a nice, comfy bed, and friends, a family, even.

Like a fish takes to water, the gang had taken to you. You truly were never alone unless you wanted to be, seldom as that was. You could be found with anyone, trying out new recipes with Hank, lifting with Jimmy out in the yard, or having late night philosophical conversation with Heapass pondering the nature of how you came to be and what would happen after. More often than not though, you were with Tiny, as you were now.

"Look all I'm saying is that there's nothing wrong with a little romance. It could do you some good, and I'm sure she likes you too." You say, braiding her hair.

"Easy for you to say, your love life is non-existent." She snorts. You feel your face heat up at that, glad Tiny couldn't see it.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being single, but as much as you've talked about her, I feel like you should do something about it!" You say, directing the conversation back to her.

"I know, I know. You're right. Whether or not I'll actually do something though…" She trails off.

You hear him before you see him. A whistling coming down the hall, accompanied by a specific pattern of taps, meant he was working on a new number. As he neared the cell you were in, he swung himself around the bars.

"Afternoon, folks." He greeted.

"Afternoon yourself Yancy." Tiny retorted playfully.

"Hey Yance." You say, not making eye contact, putting all your focus into the braid.

"Who's you gettin' all dolled up for?" He asks.

"None of your business." Tiny says, sticking out her tongue.

"She's just worried you'll tease her again, like you did last time." You laugh, finishing off the braid. "There, you're all good!"

"Thanks (Y/N)!" She says, turning around to hug you before rushing out of the room. "I have to do this before I lose my confidence." She yells as she runs down the hallway.

"Never a dull moment with her, huh?" You laugh, turning to face Yancy.

"Hey, she keeps us on our toes." He chuckles.

"Heard you whistling on your way down here, working on a new song?" You ask, trying to make conversation to cover up the embarrassment you felt.

"Yeah, jus' a little ditty. Nothin' special."

"Nothing you do is never not special." You say, words tumbling out of your mouth. He gives you a soft smile, and shakes his head.

"If youse say so." He turns around and begins walking away from the cell.

"Where're you headed?" You ask as you get up from the bed, really not wanting him to leave yet.

"Gotta go spot Jimmy. You know how he is 'bout his workouts." He says over his shoulder.

"Ah." You say, nodding your head, watching as he walks down the hall. You sigh, but feel it turn into a cough. You can feel something in your throat, something that doesn't belong there. You want to go get some water, but part of you thinks that that won't help. You need to get it out.

So you cough and hack, doing your best to get it dislodged, when it finally comes out. You almost don't notice it, it's so small. Put you see something fluttering down to the floor. You crouch down to look at it. It's small, pink, almost purple, and familiar. You couldn't place it now, but soon enough you would remember. You decide to avoid Yancy for a bit after that.

"Hey Tiny." You say, sitting down next to her for lunch.

"Hey (Y/N)!" She responds, rather cheerily.

"You seem rather upbeat. I take it the confession went well?" You ask.

"It did! She said she felt the same way! And that she'd be willing to try it out!" She says, smiling wide.

"That's great to hear." You reply, picking at your food. It doesn't go unnoticed, as Tiny's happy expression is immediately replaced by concern.

"Hey," she says, hand going to your shoulder,"is something wrong? Did something happen? Do I need to kill somebody?" She asks, rapid fire.

"No, no," you sigh, bringing your hands up,"if you killed them then shit would really hit the fan."

"What happened?" She asks again.

"So you know how you said my love life is non-existent?"

She nods, before she starts smiling again. "You have a crush!"

"Tell the whole world why don't you." You say, putting your head in your hands.

"Who is it?"

"It's… Yancy." You mutter.

She perks up even more, her hands grabbing yours. "(Y/N)! This is fantastic! Once you tell him then we can go on double dates, and do trivia night together, and-"

"No Tiny, I, I can't tell him." You cut her off.

"Why not?" She frowns.

"Because, he's got this whole place to take care of, all these people, and if I tell him then I could seriously mess up the dynamic here."

She pauses for a moment, just looking at you.

"Bullshit. You're just scared." She says, matter of factly, causing you to crumble.

"What if he doesn't like me back? It's a perfectly rational fear!" You counter.

"Look, nothing good comes from bottling it up, I would know! And like you told me, it could do some good!"

"I just don't think I can do it Tiny. I don't want to mess up what we have."

"Look, I'm not gonna force you, but I really think you'd benefit from telling him."

"Maybe I would." You muse.

Tiny gets up to leave, to throw away her trash, so she doesn't see you get choked up as you have another coughing fit. You rush off as you feel it coming, leaving a confused Tiny at an empty table. You still don't know what's going on, so you don't want to worry her. Especially when you see that there are more petals this time.

You're in the yard, spotting Tiny when Jimmy and Yancy come up to you. You can already see the gears spinning in Tiny's head on how to get you and Yancy alone, and you couldn't help but wonder if this was why Tiny wanted to workout. You want to stop her from whatever she might do next, but you also really would like to be alone with him.

"Hey Tiny." Jimmy says, as Tiny runs up to hug him. As Yancy strides over to you, you can feel your heart start to pound.

"Afternoon Yancy." You say as you turn towards him, putting on a brace face.

"Hey (Y/N)." He responds, looking and Jimmy and Tiny. "Like two peas in a pod, ain't they?"

"They sure are." You can see Tiny trying to pull Jimmy to a different area under the guise of she needed his help. "Look like my workout partner just stole your workout partner."

"Guess that means wese gotta be partners, huh?" He says, punching you in the arm lightly, nodding his head towards a bench press.

You help him adjust the weights before he lies down. He starts his reps, and really, you want to pay attention so that if he needs help you can help him, but you can't help but stare at his flexing muscles.

"Eh (Y/N), youse still with me?" You hear him ask. You snap out of it and help him reset to barbell.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Good, it's youses turn." He says, getting up. You take off some of the weights he had put on before lying down and beginning your set. It's always been a bit difficult, you want to push yourself, but with Yancy watching you the fear you'll mess up is elevated. He manages to make it worse by trying to talk to you.

"Ya'know, it feels like youse been avoidin' me recently." He mentions.

"Oh. Really?" You pant, feeling your chest tighten.

"Yeah, what's that about? You gettin' tired of ol' Yancy?"

"No! No, it's not that. I've just been busy is all." You say, hoping he'd believe you. You realize now, your chest feels actually compressed, like something is crushing your lungs.

"Ah, I get that. Youse should come to rehearsals though. Even if we ain't got time to talk."

"Yeah. I'll try." You say, as you finish your set. Yancy helps you reset the barbell before you go looking for Tiny. You can feel that tell tale scratching in your throat, and it's worse this time. You don't want to go through it alone.

You find Tiny still talking to Jimmy, and pull her away abruptly. She lets out a squeal as you pull her, turning towards you to ask what could be going on, but when she sees your face she goes silent. She instead becomes the one dragging you, taking you to a secluded corner.

"(Y/N), what do you need right now?"

You hold up a finger, rasping out the word time, before you feel like you're going to throw up. You want something, anything else to come out, but it's still just the flower petals. They're full flowers this time, with drops of blood spattered here and there. How such a small thing could cause you so much pain, you didn't know.

You look up at Tiny, wanting to ask her so many questions, but she just looks at you in horror.

"You need to go see Heapass." She says, before you hear footsteps approaching you.

"Hey Tiny, is (Y/N) alright? They jus' rushed off all o' sudden, and Jimmy says they didn't look too good." Yancy says. Tiny manages to not let him come any closer, not to see you like this. He keeps Yancy talking, giving you an opportunity to leave.

You sneak away, looking for Heapass like she said. And as if by magic, he's there as you turn a corner.

"Heapass, something's wrong with me. I don't know what to do and Tiny said to come find you and I'm just really scared because I feel like I can't breathe and these flowers just-"

"Flowers?" He asks.

"Yeah, flowers. Here." You say, handing them to him. He examines them intensely, for just a moment before speaking.

"From your lungs?"

"Yeah. How did-"

"It's Hanahaki. They're azaleas. Caution, danger. Who is it?"

"What?" You ask incredulously. It was so much to take in, you weren't sure what to make of it.

"Who is the source of your feelings?"

"Are you saying this is because of Yancy? Heapass what is going on?" You plead. He sighs, before speaking slowly.

"Hanahaki is a disease, where flowers grow in your lungs due to unrequited love. It will either kill you or cause you to not be able to love again. At this stage, you either must undergo surgery immediately, or your days are numbered."

You're speechless from his explanation. Heapass is typically a man of few words, so him taking the time to explain it to you meant the situation was dire.

And just like that, Heapass is gone, and you're alone. What were you supposed to do now? Tell everyone goodbye? Hide out until this passes? Somehow convince Yancy in the next few days to fall in love with you? Maybe you could go away silently, and leave everyone in unaware. No, you couldn't do that. Not to your family.

In the days you had left, you spent as much time as you could with everyone. Tiny and you had many a sleepover, Jimmy had taught you some proper fighting techniques despite your weak form, and Yancy, well, he had asked you to come to his rehearsals didn't he?

You can't stay long, you don't have the endurance for it, but you manage to come in for a bit, say hi, tell them they're doing great, and then leave. You don't see the concerned looks they all share once you leave.

Honestly, hanging around Yancy was probably your worst idea. It only seemed to worsen the process. On the days you weren't able to get out of bed, Tiny was right there next to you. And when you start coughing up equal parts blood and flowers, she only leaves to go get Yancy. 'He deserved to know' was her reasoning.

She returns with Yancy, and the moment he sees you he rushes to your side.

"What's goin' on?" He asks, frantically.

"Nothing too special." You joke.

"Hey, don't say that." He says softly. "How'd this happen?"

"I hate to say it, but I'm in love with you."

You see his face fall when you say that, and he shakes his head.

"Oh doll…"

"Take care of everyone, alright?"

He doesn't say anything, so all you do is smile at him, eyes soft, before you cough up one last flower. You see Heapass out of the corner of your eye, and he nods.

At that, everyone around you is crying, and Yancy is left thinking to himself

How come he couldn't take care of you?

#fic #fic:yancy #ahwm yancy #yancy/reader #/reader

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thesealishere · 5 years ago

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First Christmas Together! Yancy X Reader (Speed Date with Markipler winner)

[Y/N] hummed along to the Christmas music coming from the radio as they drove home from work. It had been a month since Yancy had gotten out on parole and had started living with them and they were happy to have someone to go home to every night.

Granted tonight what they came home to was a house filled with smoke and a blaring fire alarm, they ran into where the smoke was mostly coming from the kitchen, and found Yancy freaking out with a pan in hand, inside the pan was a blackened… Lump. He threw it into the sink and turned on the tap, the water instantly turning into steam as it hit the hot pan.

“What’s going on?!” [Y/N] yelled over the smoke alarm, grabbing a chair so they could get up and turn it off as Yancy opened a window.

“I uh… I wanted to make dinner for youse…” He laughed nervously before coughing. “It’s just… Youse been workin’ real hard and well, my jobs hunt ain’t going so well and I wanted to do somethin’.” He shrugged before dropping his head.

“Yancy.” They sighed, getting off the chair and walking over to him. “You don’t need to do anything like this, I know you’re trying. It’s not like it’s easy for an ex-con to get a job.” They said, placing a hand on his shoulder and he offered a weak smile.

“Still, I feel bad. Like I’m moochin’ off of youse. So, I figured I could at least make dinner, but I uh… Never really tried cooking before. Never got kitchen duty.” He let out another nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s the thought that counts. Besides, I have a plan for us tonight that includes food.” They said and he looked at them in confusion.

“What’s the plan?”

“Well, it’s your first Christmas out of prison and with me and there’s this tree lighting going on downtown. The website said there’s gonna be caroler’s and hot chocolate and shops, I figured it would be fun!” They suggested, watching his face light up as they listed the different things.

“Well why didn’t ya start with that?! Lemme get my jacket!” He said excitedly, running out of the kitchen to grab his jacket out of the closet near the front door. [Y/N] shook their head, turning the water off in the sink and closing the window before turning on the fan above the stove, hopefully that would have the smoke cleared up by the time they got home.

The drive to the small downtown area was filled with Christmas songs being belted out by Yancy and [Y/N], the two only stopping when they passed by a couple of places that were nicely decorated for the season and even then they started right where they left off in the song.

They ended up having to park a fair distance away from the town square where the tree was, but as they walked they saw a small high school band setting up and they made a mental note to stop by once the tree was lit. There was supposed to be hot cocoa, carolers, and all the small shops were supposed to be open! But once they got to the town square there were no carolers, there were small children running around, playing with light up toys as the adults all huddled around and some man on a stage was talking about something they couldn’t hear due to the crowds talking. At least there was a place where they could get some hot chocolate and hotdogs, seeing as that was the only food they had.

“Sorry Yance, I don’t know why I was expecting something out of Hallmark.” They sighed, sipping their hot chocolate, at least that was good.

“Don’t youse worry about it. Anytime spent with you is a good time to me, besides we can go check out that band once we’re done here.” He said excitedly, taking a bite of his hotdog and stepping out of the way of a child that was running from their parents from some reason or another.

“Well, as long as you're having fun that’s what matters.” They said that the two eating their hotdogs and making whatever small talk they could until the man on stage started a countdown from ten. Once they reached one the tree lit up and everyone cheered, [Y/N] looked over to Yancy who was staring up at the tree as if it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and they couldn’t stop the grin that spread across their face. The two stood there for a moment, letting the crowd thin out before walking a little bit closer to the tree to get a better look.

“This isn’t a tree! It’s just some big cone with stuff to make it look like a tree.” Yancy huffed once they got close enough to it.

“Well, that explains how they got one of these so big and perfectly shaped every year.” [Y/N] laughed at the pout on the ex-con’s face. “It also means they don’t have to worry about watering a giant tree, I wouldn’t want that job.” They continued on and he shrugged, taking the explanation.

“Well, it’s still really nice looking…” He said before turning away from the tree and smiling at them. “Let’s go check out that band we saw.”

The two quickly made their way back to where the band was and were happy to find that they were playing Christmas music, two of the kids getting up and singing “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”. Yancy took hold of [Y/N]’s hands and started to dance with them to the music, with a laugh they followed his lead and eventually a few other couples joined in dancing along with the music. During the songs that kids weren’t singing Yancy would sing to them and if it was a duet they couldn’t help but sing with him. They stayed there for the whole hour that the band played, clapping and whistling when it was time for them to go, the kids had school the next day after all. But before he left the band director made an announcement that they would be hosting a community dance that would be 40’s themed.

“Please tell me we’re going to that.” Yancy said as they walked away from the stage that the band was on.

“To what? The dance?” They asked before thinking about it. “Yeah, I could look into that.” They said and he smiled, starting to talk about all the fun they would have as they walked the streets, looking into the shops every now and again. They found their way into an antique shop, looking at old books and records, there was even a rack of old clothes where [Y/N] found an old leather jacket.

“Yancy! C’mere, you need to try this on!” They called and he instantly came over, moving a little faster at the sight of the jacket.

“Oh! It’s fits like a glove!” He said once he had the jacket on, pulling on it a bit and putting his hands in the pockets as they checked the price tag.

“This is only thirteen bucks? I’m getting it for you.” They said, not seeing Yancy’s face drop.

“Youse don’t have ta do that. Youse do enough for me as is…” He tried to defend but they weren’t having any of it.

“Yancy, it’s like this jacket was made for you. I’m getting it and I won’t take any ifs ands or buts got it?” They asked, he opened his mouth to protest more but one more look from them was enough to silence him.

“Right… Thanks [Y/N].” He said with a soft smile.

“No problem, just think of it as an early Christmas gift.” They said as he switched back to his other jacket and they walked over to the register where the older woman behind the counter eyed Yancy with some distaste.

“We’ll be getting this.” [Y/N] said as Yancy avoided the woman’s gaze, she said nothing as she checked them out and the two left with their purchase in a paper bag.

“Was it me or was that lady givin’ me the stink eye?” He asked once they were outside again.

“Oh, she was totally giving you the stink eye. But who cares what some random old lady thinks?” They asked and he shrugged.

“It was just… Odd is all. Not that I care what she thinks, I only care about one persons opinion and that’s youse.” He said and the two smiled at each other before they went back to looking around, every now and again [Y/N] could feel his hand brush against theirs and finally they just took his hand into theirs, watching a blush reach his ears.

“You know, the website said there was going to be carolers and I don’t think they meant the band…” They said, looking across the street as people walked around.

“Maybe… We are the carolers.” Yancy suggested.

“Wha-?” Before [Y/N] could finish their question Yancy began singing “Joy to the World” at full volume, drawing a lot of attention. At first [Y/N] covered their face and laughed, feeling their face heating up as they continued down the street. Once he finished the song a few people clapped as they bumped his shoulder with theirs.

“Very funny.” They grumbled before spotting a cafe and they quickly pulled him into it before he could start another song. Inside the shop was fairly quiet as the few people inside chatted and in the background played soft jazz, the cafe was steampunk themed and they seemed to have all kinds of different drinks and pastries. The two got drinks and some cookies before finding a table near the window to sit down and watch people walk by.

“Thanks for this.” Yancy finally spoke after the two sat in silence for some time. “Thanks for everything, I know I’ve said it already but I really mean it, thank youse.”

“You deserve the world Yancy and I may not be able to give it to you, but I can give you this and if that’s enough then I’m glad.” [Y/N] said, the two smiling at eachother, placing their hands on the table near each other.

“This is more than enough.” He said, moving his hand to rest on top of theirs. “I… I never thought I could be this happy outta prison.” He laughed, looking down at their hands, refusing to look up at them. He knew they were smiling at him, he could feel his heartbeat rapidly increase as he swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. “I love youse.” He finally forced out, closing his eyes as he did so.

“I love you too.” There was no hesitation, they moved their hand so that their palm was facing up and they could hold onto his hand, his eyes shot open and to their face. He stared for a moment, looking for anything, any sign that he’d misheard them or that they were only saying that out of pity…

“Really?” His voice just above a whisper, he couldn’t believe it even as they nodded and he started laughing. He stood quickly, nearly knocking over the table along with their drinks and pulled [Y/N] from their seat and pulling them to him for a short, but passionate kiss.

“They said they love me!” He cheered, earning a few cheers and claps from the other people in the cafe who didn’t seem to mind the display. In the corner of the cafe, [Y/N] saw a woman that looked oddly familiar, she was smiling at them behind her cup but before they could get a better look at the woman their attention was drawn back to Yancy who was still laughing before he pulled away from them.

“What do ya say we go home, Yancy?” They asked, deciding to forget about the woman for now, right now, all that mattered was this.

“Yeah, let’s go home.” He agreed, feeling as if he was on cloud nine. Man, it was good to be free.

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I hope y’all enjoyed it! I based this very heavily on the downtown where I live! Also sorry it took a bit longer than planned, I ended up Christmas shopping yesterday and then I worked eight hours today! This was a ton of fun! I’ll make a separate post thanking everyone for participating in a bit! As always I accept any and all feedback! Thank you for reading! I hope it was worth the wait! ~Seal~

#speed date series #yancy x reader #iplieregosxreader

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Summary: Yancy tends to know more than he lets on, which is why the heroes have some questions for him.

A/N: Happy Visitation Day Everyone! Yancy still didn’t want to leave.

Silver touched down just outside the security gates of “Happy Trails Penitentiary”. Jackie zipping in to stand beside him in the same second.

The black and white themed superhero let out a long sigh, “Honestly, it amazes me that more of these guys aren’t in prison.”

“Real question is why it took so long fer us ta find out about him,” Jackie questioned. “Shouldn’t Dark have broken him out ages ago?”

“Yeah, that’s been bothering me all night,” Silver walked up.

The two heroes walked up to the front gate.

“I.D,” the woman at the heavily secured booth ordered.

“Are you kidding me?” Silver asked.

“We live in a town of shapeshifters and illusionists,” she reminded, “ID.”

Jackie nodded, “Fair, how can do this without showing our identity where Dark can get them?”

It took a considerable amount of time, and Abe vouching for their identities in person, and by that time, Silver was certain that Dark had to know they were at the penitentiary. But they walked in the staff lobby to meet the Warden.

“Greeting gentlemen, I am Warden Murder Slaughter,” the Warden smiled.

Silver and Jackie both glared at the name, immediately suspicious but that was an investigation for another day. “Now you two are here for an inmate? I can assure you my prisoners are well-behaved and we haven’t had any problems in this prison for decades.”

“Right, we’re here to speak with a Mr. Yancy Times,” Silver asked. “He knows information that we need for an investigation.”

The Warden smiled, leaning in a bit, “Might I ask which investigation that is?”

“Not a lot ta talk ‘bout,” Jackie confessed. “But Yancy’s got information on a series a cases we’re tryin’ ta solve. That he can give us info on a suspect.”

The Warden smiled, looking between the two of them before he began to walk away, “Come with me. I’ll have our Yancy brought to a questioning room.”

A guard led them into a room with a couple tables and chairs. The room was empty but Jackie could see areas where people had recently been. “Hey, this guy’s creepy right?” Jackieboy asked.

“Oh yeah, but we need to talk to this Yancy kid, and hope it goes somewhere,” Silver answered.

The two heroes sat down at a table and about five minutes passed before the Warden walked back in, “Well, here he is boys.”

Behind the Warden was a younger man with greased back black hair, and tattoos all over his arms and knuckles. He gave a small, non-committal wave. The Warden slapped Yancy on the shoulder, “We’ll be watching, have fun.”

“Course, Warden,” Yancy answered before sticking his hands under his arms and walking over to sit down.

The three of them were left with a single guard watching them. They sat in silence for a little bit.

“So,” Jackie began, “Yer Yanc, huh?”

Yancy frowned, his head slightly cocking to the side as he glared at them, mouth forming a thin line. “Whatever happened, I’s gots two life sentences an’ I’m not goin’ anywheres.”

“We wanted to talk about Dark,” Silver corrected.

Yancy froze, his mouth tensing twice, “Well he works outta couple weird warehouses an’ lives in’a freaky haunted house.”

“Is that place actually haunted?” Jackie asked.

Yancy let out a little huff and a smile, then he shrugged, “Prolly, I mean have youse really seen the guy?”

“Several times,” Silver reminded. “We know you used to work for him, it’s how you wound up in trouble, he possessed you didn’t he?”

Yancy let out a laugh, “Me, possessed by him? Nah, youse got it the other way around. I’s did that, it was all me. An’ I ain’t givin’ the Ol’ Man credit fer it.”

“We think one of the other kids that Dark grabbed killed people like you killed people,” Silver told him.

Yancy leaned back, “Look, news flash if youse guys are reopenin’ missin’ cold cases, last I heard the guy was dead as a doorstop. Don’t know how but I wasn’t exactly surprised, he made more enemies than anyone’s I know.”

“This killer is alive an’ kicking,” Jack warned. “Dark is usin’ him ta kill people like he used you ta kill people.”

“Look, it’s sweet that youse guys wants ta make me feel better,” Yancy spat, clearly getting increasingly angry. “But I was the one who chose ta kill two completely inn’acent, that’s why I’m in here an’ not out there wit’ the rest of youse!”

“Kay, okay,” Silver cut in, trying to calm Yancy down. “You say you did it, you did it.”

“I did,” Yancy spat.

“Okay,” Silver agreed, “but people are still dying. It’s not you, because like you’ve said you were here, but there’s still someone out there. All I have to ask is this: how many kids did Ed give Dark. We know he did, he gave you to him. How many kids did Ed give him.”

Yancy scoffed, looking at the guard, looking at his knuckles for a little while, “Five.”

“Just five?” Silver asked.

Yancy nodded, “Yeah, not that that tellin’ youse anythin’ cause on’a ‘em dead and another went missing since I’ve seen them.”

“Ye know where the bodies went?” Jack asked.

Yancy let out something half-between disbelief and a nervous chuckle. “Bodies? Word ta the wise, give up. Youse guys ain’t findin’ no bodies, ain’t nobody ta find anymores.”

“There must be someone,” Jack reminded. “Even the most successful serial killers mess up.”

Yancy rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well Dark only wanted Eddy ta grab orphans an’ I guess he messed up too.” The prisoner gestured to himself. He thought or a couple seconds, scratching his chin. “Look, I’s don’t know where the bodies went, but . . .”

He stopped, “Wait, ta clear the air, we talkin’ bout Artie or someone else?”

“No,” Silver jumped in before Jack could. “We’re looking for someone who’s killing co-ed’s and the bodies are never found. The guy you’re talking about, we know he’d dead.”

“Yeah, no surprise,” Yancy scoffed, he tapped the table and looked back at the camera.

“Worried about the Warden?” Jack asked.

“Nah,” Yancy smiled. “But the Warden’s not the only one watching me. I bet my left foot that both Google and Anti have their hands in the system. The order of the place tends to get him to show up.”

Yancy leaned in whispering, “Look, if I’s tells youse guys about this, youse have ta leave.”

Silver and Jackieboy looked at each other and nodded.

“If it’s not Artie, then it’s Bim,” Yancy whispered. “I don’t know where the bodies go, Artie an’ Bim learned ta kill from Wil, but Dark actually taught ‘em how ta hide the bodies, they would make a whole weekend of it. Youse two ain’t gonna find the bodies in town.”

“I knew it,” Jackieboy’s hand tightened into a fist.

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t go expecting me ta sing in court, I’s ain’t leavin’ my family here,” Yancy said louder, leaning back.

“We could protect you,” Silver promised. “He won’t hurt you.”

Yancy stood up, holding his hands up, “Forget about it, I’s leave, an’ he wins.”

“Who?” Jack asked.

“Who else,” Yancy scoffed, squaring his shoulders. “Now if youse will ‘cuse me, fellas, I got’s ta make myself scarce fer a couple hours.”

“What do you mean?” Silver asked.

Yancy smiled and backed up to the long-haired security guard standing by the door. “Hey, buddy, how’s it goin’?”

“Yancy, the hell you want?” The security barked angrily.

The inmate gave a wry half smile, then punched him across the face.

“Hey! Hey!” Silver flew over and pulled Yancy off who started humming and Silver froze as if something held him spellbound. His arms dropped Yancy as the prisoner began snapping his fingers rhythmically.

“Stop him!” The guard shouted and tackled Yancy to the ground, forcing his head to the ground. “If this punk start’s singing he hypnotizes people”

“Is he kept around other prisoners?” Jackie asked,concerned. Yancy was clearly wincing in pain, but beneath it there was a hint of a smile.

“We use him to keep the other prisoners in line,” the guard said.

“What the Sam Hell is going on in here?” The Warden stormed in through the doors, glaring at everyone.

Yancy stopped smiling.

“This punk walked over and started punching me, then he tried to thrall the superheroes,” the guard accused.

“Really?” The Warden glared at Yancy. “Take him to solitary, I’ll have words with him in a minute.”

“E’pect my uncle to come by,” Yancy grimaced as he was hauled up. “Bunch ‘a loose lips around here.”

“I don’t wanna hear a peep out of you, or I’ll ship you back to that demon, Heaven knows he complains enough,” the Warden threatened.

Yancy’s mouth became a flat line and to both Silver and Jackie’s amazement, Yancy didn’t say anything. The guard pulled him away.

The Warden watched him go, “I blame that cotton candy psycho for teaching him such poor manners.”

“Isn’t this a prison,” Jackie asked. “Don’t people want’a leave?”

The Warden just smiled, “You’ll find that here in Happy Trails Penitentiary, we believe in rehabilitation and keeping the truly dangerous separated from society until they can reintegrate with society.”

Jackieboy Man clapped his hands and brought his hands to his mouth.

“What?” Silver asked, in surprise and a little bit of confusion.

“Well we got what we need, an’ we’ll get outta yer business,” Jackie interrupted.

“For the best,” the Warden smiled. “A guard will see you out.”

“Right, let’s go Silv’ come on,” Jackie smiled and zipped out with Silver before another guard could show up.

“What was that for?” Silver asked, the two of them a safe distance from the penitentiary.

“Look, thanks ta Marv, I’ve dealt with a lot’a cults, an’ that in there is a fookin’ cult,” Jackie spat, pointing back in the direction of the prison. Both of the heroes were too heated with their conversation to notice the cameras in an alleyway shudder and snap in their direction, the lens turning green.

“Kay, so what do we do? Shouldn’t we go back in there?” Silver motioned back.

“We’ll talk ta Morality and the others, I don’t like the whole mess,” Jack said. “See yah back at the base, I think Marv was out looking for more spells, gonna talk to him.”

“Right, see you around,” Silver said as Jack raced off. The monochromatic superhero flew off, the camera watching him go before shaking and returning to normal, Anti slipping out to follow the direction that Jack had run off towards.

#iSuperhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Markiplier #Jacksepticeye #Mick Lauer #Yancy #ahwm Yancy #Silver Shepherd #Jackieboy Man #Warden Murderslaughter #prison guards give precisely 0 cares #it's time for everyone's favorite prison cult #prison #past murder

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