#sparkles mcgee

[mayelamker]

Happy visitation day! Here’s the gang having a relaxing day together

@askyancy 

[unbearablynaive]

But y'all forgetting

the most dazzling, stunning, amazing man of the Heist:

✨Sparkles McGee✨

and I'd just like to say he owns my soul and affection now. Sparkle on McGee. Sparkle on.

[inkribbon796]

Morning Coffee

Summary: If Yancy’s life these days was summarized it would be: “boys will be boys” which is much better than other labels he’s had over the years.

A/N: It’s the third Sunday, which means Yancy needs a new fic. Have a safe week everybody.

Yancy ran down the hallway, three of his fellow prisoners at his heels. A large travel mug full of coffee in his hands, it was still hot. But it wouldn’t be for much longer if Yancy kept it in his hands.

“This is such a bad idea,” Yancy giggled, trying to keep himself quiet as they rounded a corner and entered the cafeteria.

“Shhh,” Heapass smiled, bumping Yancy forward. The warden was already stomping in, looking furious and angry.

“Youse shush,” Yancy smiled back, holding the coffee mug closer to his chest. “Mornin’, Warden, I think youse dropped somethin’.”

The Warden stalked over, “Yancy, did you steal my coffee?”

“Nah,” Yancy didn’t stop smiling. “I’s just wanted ta make sure it got tah yah.”

“Yancy, give me back my coffee!” the Warden shouted.

“Sure,” Yancy grinned, and then tore off; three of his prison family with him as they ran away. The Warden chased after them, yelling but the four inmates were faster, laughing to themselves as they ran.

They went to Yancy’s cell. Yancy made sure to check down the hall but the Warden’s voice couldn’t even be heard. Yancy closed the bars, but without the keys it wouldn’t latch closed.

“Coast’s clear,” Yancy smiled and all four of them descended into giggles and fits of as they all walked in.

“I can’t believe that worked,” Bam Bam managed to say.

“Did you see his face?” Sparkles smiled. “Do you think he’s actually gonna drink it?”

“Prolly not,” Yancy laughed. “I haven’t had fun like that since Y/N left. Been ages since I pulled pranks.”

“How’re they doing?” Bam Bam asked. “Still visiting?”

“Yeah,” Yancy scratched at the back of his head. “They doin’ alright.”

“How’d you get that cup?” Heapass asked. “I’ve been trying to do that prank for months.”

“Practice,” Yancy bragged. “Warden reminds me a lot of the Ol’ Man. Not my real dad, but the Ol’ Man used ta have dis fook off big coffee mug dat he’d leave on da counter, an’ my siblings an’ I used ta take turns stealin’ it. He’s so paranoid about his coffee now.”

“You sound like a punk ass kid,” Heapass chuckled.

“Yeah,” Yancy sighed. “Used ta do all kinds ‘a stuff like that. Was the good ol’ days.”

“Yeah,” Heapass smiled. “I think I’ve seen some of those brothers of your visit you. You turning into a family type on us.”

“Course not,” Yancy scoffed. “If I was, I would’a left ages ago. This place is home. You guys are my family.”

“You softie,” Sparkles lightly punched in the arm.

“Hey,” Yancy shoved him a little back. “I’s was giving youse a compliment, least yah can do’s is take it.”

“Why don’t you take this,” Sparkles shoved him back.

“There you four are!” The Warden screamed at them, finally catching up with them, two of the guards behind him.

All four of them screamed and lept away from the door of the cell. The Warden yelling and glaring at them.

Yancy wound up getting solitary for stealing the mug, and putting edible glitter in it. It was worth it for the inmate, and he was only getting a couple hours so it wasn’t so bad.

Around the first hour mark he was bored but not quite terrified that the Warden would forget he was in there.

He was suspicious that this stint in solitary had already started to get to him when he turned from the ceiling to look at the door. Yancy had been planning to get up and try to look out the window when he saw someone standing inside his cell. He had bandages over his eyes and a long tan brown coat, there was a lock of his hair that looked like a bleached gold.

“Wha— the—!” Yancy shouted, his back slamming into the wall. “How’d youse get in here?”

The . . . Yancy hoped it was human. He’s seen all kinds of weird stuff being around Dark.

“Yancy shouldn’t panic,” the “guest” said. “The Host bears him no ill will.”

“The Host, huh,” Yancy tried to calm his racing heart. “Did Dark send youse?”

The Host smiled, “No, the Host is merely visiting Yancy of his own accord.”

“Yeah, uh huh, but why?” Yancy dismissed skeptically.

Yancy noticed that the Host was muttering things under his breath, every moment that Yancy made was repeated with startling clarity, as if the Host could see him through the thick bandages.

“It is rare the Host visits anyone, and he wishes to visit Yancy,” the Host admitted.

“So if Dark didn’t send youse, are youse here fer some’in else?” Yancy questioned, a little nervous. “I don’t really get a lot of outside news.”

“The Host merely wishes to verify Yancy’s emotional and mental state,” the Host denied.

“If this is youse roundabout way of asking if I’s got a shrink, I’s all good,” Yancy shrugged.

The Host was only muttering his narrations, all centered around little things about Yancy. It was horrible invasive, but it was odd and Yancy wasn’t sure how he felt about the guy.

“Well the Host hopes Yancy enjoys his time, the Host would go insane in such conditions,” the Host decided. “He should be braced for more company from the outside world.”

“Hey, if youse knows so much, then how much longer am I’s going to be in here?” Yancy asked, trying to bait the guy more than anything else.

“From this point?” The Host clarified, his lips pursing a bit in an eerie lay familiar way that Yancy couldn’t quite place. “Two hours, 57 minutes, and 15 seconds. Yancy will get paranoid for escape before he’s released. The Host could attempt to shorten that time?”

A chill passed down Yancy’s spine, “Nah, I’s good, thanks, don’t need ta shake youse hand or nuthin’.”

“Until next time,” the Host promised, opening the very locked door of Yancy’s solitary cell. “Farewell Yancy.”

“Yeah, see yah,” Yancy said.

The Host looked back at Yancy as he stepped through he paused and held the door open, giving Yancy an expectant look.

“Hey you said I had like two hours,” Yancy reminded, not wanting to get close to him. “I’m good.”

The Host shrugged, “If Yancy insists.”

Slowly the door closed, as if giving Yancy a chance to change his mind before Yancy heard the lock sliding into place. Leaving him unsettled, and sure he made the right choice. The guy was creepy, and if he retained anything from his time around Dark it wasn’t a good idea to follow some random strange creep that teleported into his cell to talk to him.

Just as the Host had said, Yancy was in the cell for almost three more hours before he was let out. He went a bit stir crazy and immediately acquiesced when the Warden ordered him not to touch his coffee again. Otherwise Yancy was unharmed and broke the rules a bit after hours to get some fresh air in the yard before taking himself back to his cell to sleep.

His sleep was mostly dreamless, which he was thankful for. He appreciated a dreamless sleep over the nightmares.

[introvertedissues]

Can't believe people are sleeping on the REAL op, Sparkles Mcgee. I could feel the chemistry between us instantly.

[iamamenacetosocietydamn]

I don't wanna be free (Jimmy the pickle version)

The outside world recoils in fear thinking if Jimmy the pickle slip up Jimmy the pickle get locked up in here

Jimmy the pickle killing Jimmy the pickle to make ends meet

While Jimmy the pickle workin' on Jimmy the pickle tan and kicking up Jimmy the pickle feet

Jimmy the pickle can't beat livin' in prison, there's always something to do

And Jimmy the pickle know Jimmy the pickle paying - Jimmy the pickle but Jimmy the pickle!

Every day Jimmy the pickle wake up to a nice hot shower

Don't pay the water bill so Jimmy the pickle scrubbing for hours

Shoot some hoops and lift weights in the yard

Maybe blow off some steam, shiv a rookie guard

And there's nothing more exquisite

Than when Jimmy the pickle get Jimmy the pickle 14 minute conjugal visit

There's Jimmy the Pickle, and Jimmy the pickle

Jimmy the pickle the best hooch wine in Jimmy the pickle toilet tank

there's Jimmy the pickle, and Jimmy the pickle, and Jimmy the pickle,

And every single one of Jimmy the pickle scumbags agree:

Jimmy the pickle don't wanna be free (Jimmy the pickle don't wanna be free)

Leave Jimmy the pickle in luxury (Leave Jimmy the pickle in luxury)

Why try a prison break

When hard time is totally great

Jimmy the pickle a trash pedigree (Jimmy the pickle got a trash pedigree)

But in here Jimmy the pickle bourgeoisie (Hey Jimmy the pickle, look at Jimmy the pickle)

Jimmy the pickle never think about the world beyond

Then Jimmy the pickle recall how Jimmy the pickle killed Jimmy the pickle Jimmy the pickle

No! Jimmy the pickle Don't wanna be

Free! Not the life for Jimmy the pickle

No! Jimmy the pickle don't wanna be...

...freeeee

Of these amenities

If Jimmy the pickle tried to live this good out there

Jimmy the pickle have to be a thousandaire

This is where Jimmy the pickle wanna grow old

So Jimmy the pickle just praying Jimmy the pickle Don't make parole

Cuz Jimmy the pickle don't wanna be free.

I'm so sorry, This sounds like a cave man singing while having Schizophrenia? Not sure but he's not okay that's for sure.

Has this been done yet? Hopefully not.

[variousyoutubesaints]

Me: I love Yancy, Yancy stan for life, yeah!

Me every time I replay the prison path and see Sparkles McGee: MY BABY!!! MY SON, THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!

[mayelamker]

Disaster siblings Sparkles and Bambam, ft. Yancy