Haha thinking about Mark being easily jealous/possessive of y/n but specifically in the context of his "characters"
Cause yeah everyone finds you handsome and/or beautiful and can't keep their eyes off of you bug that means nothing. Just part of the story. But if you were to show GENUINE romantic interest back at all, he'd absolutely not be having it!
For example, say a certain jailbird has started teaching you how to dance since you're a part of the crew now. He starts out showing everyone some moves as a whole and helping them to copy them like a teacher would their students. You spend the afternoon laughing, falling, and practicing with everyone and it's an overall lovely time for everyone.....but you're still struggling with a fre more involved moves. With a deadline to meet and everyone else moving in sync, Yancy politely asks if you'll practice some more with him. You agree, already thinking you could use some one on one help anyways.
You take the beginning steps one after another in near perfect sync with Yancy. The two if you grinning all the while. But then he goes to pull you into a spin and you feel yourself flging over his legs! You hold your hands out in front of you to brace yourself for impact with the concrete cellar grounds......
"Huh?" You look up and are treated to almond eyes staring dire ttyl down at you, Yancy's features furrowed in worry then relief.
"Are you'se okay?" He sounds sincere despite the fact that the fall wouldn't have been all that long anyways. That's when you realise that his hands are around your waist. Soft, warm, and gentle despite all the muscle behind them. You feel your cheeks tinting pink and practically jump out of his arms.
"Y-yeah. I'm alright, thank you." You see Yancy nodding quietly beside you with face a bright red.
"Good good," he runs a hand through his hair nervously, "then let's, uh, take it from the top?"
You're about to nod, suddenly aware of how hard and fast your heart is beating when a familiar voice curs you off.
"Y/n! There you are!" Mark is wearing a prisoner uniform that's covered in dirt for some reason and strolling into the room. Mark had always been good at showing up when he was unwanted.
"I've been looking for you everywhere! Come on," he grabs your wrist, tugging you a bit less than gently towards the door he just appeared out of.
"Hey wait, where do you'se think you're taking them? We ain't finished yet!" Yancy's indignant cries are cut off as Mark slams the door on him, dragging you along.
Mark lets go of your arm with a hearty sigh.
"Oh hey Mark, it's nice to see yo-" You feel your words catching in your throat as he roughly backs you up into the wall.
Y/N," his voice is low as brown eyes stare you down. "It seems that you're forgetting your place." As he speaks, the friendly voice of "Mark" starts to fade out, replaced with the one you're far more familiar with. "That place being," his eyes scan you momentarily as he moves to cup your cheek with his left hand. "With me." His soft, brown eyes melt away into scarlet ones like fire melting ice.
You feel a shudder travel down your spine as he lightly strokes your chin.
"Look, Mark, I was just-mmmph-” His cracked lips are crashing into yours before you can even explain yourself. Though his left hand is still caressing your face lightly, his right hand seems to have taken to slowly sliding down the middle of your chest. You feel him start to grin at the red flaring up in your cheeks as you melt into his touch. You’ve never been quite sure what it was but his touch was always bale to set something inside you alight. In a moments time, you are kissing him back just as fiercely as he kissed you only moments ago. There’s a long moment where there’s only you and him and fire and fluttering chests crashing against each other in passion....and then he pulls away.
“You are mine y/n,” his breathe tickles your ear as he speaks. “Only mine...”
You and Yancy had been living together for a while now.
After he got out of prison, after two years of your constant visits and very slowly showing him that life outside wasn't half that bad, you two were now six months into your relationship, six months into living together in a little flat, with a cat and a dog and a bird, six months into visiting Yancy's friends in the prison every third Sunday, making him learn how to live again, teaching him slowly about life outside the prison. And he was adjusting. He needed some time, to learn, to understand, and most days he stayed at home while you worked, but you sure didn't mind. He was incredibly hardworking, clean and sweet, and you loved to come home to him.
But on that particular day, when you arrived home, something about him seemed different. He was agitated, sitting on the couch but clearly not relaxed as he changed channels on the TV over and over again. You opened the door slowly like you always did, because he was usually taking a nap by the time you arrived, but this time he was awake but he didn't see or hear you. So you had a moment to check his restlessness before he closed the door and his head snapped towards you.
You two had almost a one minute long staring contest in silence, before he jumped off the couch (or rather, over the couch) and rushed to you, wrapping you in a tight hug.
He was very affectionate, but that hug was weird and you hugged back, gently, rubbing his back and smelling him. You loved how good he always smelled. But you were starting to get worried, it seemed like he had drank ten thousand coffee mugs and was trying to contain all his energy.
If he had a tail, you could bet it would be wiggling widely.
"I gots a job"
Your eyes widened and you pulled away, staring at him for a second. His mouth was pressed together in a serious line but again, you could see his phantom tail wiggling widely with happiness.
"I gots a job" he repeated, and you grinned. You grinned widely. And he grinned back with a loud laugh. "I gots a job!"
You celebrated with him, throwing your hands up in the air and hugging him tight again, this time letting him hold your waist and pull you off the ground. He kept yelling that he got a job and you laughed and yelled with him, legs wiggling on the air as he twisted you around.
And when he stopped, you looked down at him and held his face gently, before pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss that made your heart skip a beat. He responded in the same soft, excited way, and slowly put you down so he could hold your face as well, brushing his thumb over your jaw line.
When you broke the kiss, you pressed your forehead against his and brushed your noses together, whispering how proud you were of him. And he let out a soft chuckle, his arms wrapping around your waist again to keep your bodies close.
"I wouldn'ts had made it without youse..."
And the way he said it made your heart warm up.
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After the celebration and some well deserved pizza, you and Yancy laid down on the couch, hugging each other and letting the TV play as a background for your conversation. He told you he had gotten a job as a janitor at a factory, and that he was aware it wouldn't help much in the income and in your usual lives but you didn't care. You told him it was a start, an amazing start, and that you didn't need help with the bills just yet. An extra money for some nights out was always welcome. He looked at your like you were the sun, and kissed your cheek as he played with your shirt, mumbling softly how much he loved you, and how much he wished he had known you sooner.
And inside your head, you agreed, because if you had maybe you wouldn't have been so lonely for so long, or maybe you wouldn't have followed up with Mark's stupid heist plans. You were so done of that charming, sweet asshole.
So you held Yancy closer and kissed his head, whispering how good he was being, how proud you were of him. You whisper that you were afraid he wouldn't fit in, that he would suffer for doing what you wanted him to do, but that you now knew that he was meant for a life like yours. That he was the best boyfriend you had ever had, and that you wouldn't change anything for the world.
And he looked at you with soft, slightly teary eyes, and nodded, agreeing with you.
"You're the best partner I has ever had" he whispered, and brushed your hair back gently, cupping your face. "I would'ves been nothing without youse."
And you wouldn't be anything without Yancy, without his help, without his talented singing and his sweet smile and his laugh. You would have been nothing without that sweet ex prisoner you had now in your arms.
And despite whatever shit had happened in the other timelines, whatever Dark or Mark or whoever new entity you would have met if you had chosen any other path, you didn't seem to care.
That was your favorite reality, and you wouldn't change it for the world.
