✰ So Yancy and s/o met when he was strolling with his crew through the highroads. They were just a new worker so they didn't know who Yancys’ group fully was, so they of course welcomed his group with a smile.
While serving their drinks, Yancy always checked em out, an attractive and innocent face like s/o's indeed wasn't supposed to be in places like this. So "The gang" (Yancys’ inmates), thought to set em up, coz’ its a cute dynamics, like the sunshine and the tough guy. So Yancy stayed later to get some number or info from s/o coz’ lets face it, he is smittened by them
★ So Yancy finally gets the phone number, and believe me the bar has some frequent costumers! So Yancy just stays on the bar and just lovebly stares while s/o works, he’ll fucking deny it coz’ that’s not cool, but believe me this man is SOFT for s/o.
He’ll also hitch them a ride home, so they can cuddle and fall asleep in each-others arms, coz’ he can't do that around the gang. And yes he’ll make you wear his leather jacket, coz’ he gotta show s/o off somehow am I right? He also shares drinks with them, and of course if they don’t drink he'll gobble that apple juice down like a man he is! Coz’ yes he gotta keep the innocence, and the health of his s/o.
✰ And Yancy will try to take their attention in anyway he can. He will also take his s/o to dates, prb some trip to the theater (yes he a theater boi shut up), or some cute cafe date.
might i request.... a somft Yancyxy/n drabble? Just something fluffy if you don't mind!
a gentle sway
(tw: mentions of imprisonment, mention of mental illness (bipolar disorder)
yancy wasn’t... used to things like this.
a gentle sway to a slow acoustic song— one could only ever imagine his evil counterpart listening too. plaid, soft pajama pants that didn’t hug his waist right and instead sagged of the edge of his hips. a sagging shirt he had worn to sleep last night.
you hummed to the song, you hands resting on the same point his pants fell to. you were uncoordinated— unchoreographed, and you smiled giddily despite the solemn mood of the song. you were some type of thing he couldn’t figure out. something he wasn’t used to.
yancy was used to planned out moves and facial expressions. he was used to conveying to an audience. he was practically trained to— it wasn’t like he had anything better to do in prison.
he was so close to matching your rhythm— when the song cut out and switched to something blaring and fast (radio stations were worse than a bipolar inmate nowadays). and without missing a beat you were bouncing along, trying to urge him to do so as well.
yancy wasn’t used to this. being so uncharted. uncoordinated. unplanned.
he began to bounce along with you, letting you release your grasp and bounce around room. he joined in, guffawing and picking up the lyrics to this godawful song.
Warning - Swearing, Blood, Death, “Suicide”, Heathers the Musical Spoilers!,
Pairing - Yandere!Yancy X Reader
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Your story started the same way that all the others did. You wanted to be someone, to not be picked on my jocks who were going to be future gas station employes, you wanted to be beautiful. You were a lot like others, you and a best friend who stuck with you through thick and thin. Unlike the others, you had a little talent that you didn’t want to boast about.
It was your first day of senior year when everything you knew started to change. It all changed with one note, one little note that took you to a life you never thought possible. With fantasies of candy stores, parties at houses having big fun, and in the end it was all about a boy who would fight for you.
An obsessive bad boy who you fell head over heels for had you dizzy. His name was Yancy and while he claimed to be from Ohio his accent through many people off. He has this passion for slushies, the easy life, musicals, and, of course, you. You were in love with him there was no doubt about that.
Yancy would do anything for you. Anything. He was willing to fight for you, win for you, kill for you. You thought he was perfect for you until he tricked you into killing two people. You didn’t think at the beginning you would be in this position. Never in a million years did you think you would be trapped in your room with a killer who just wanted you and only you.
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Yancy couldn’t wrap it around his head why you had now locked yourself in your closet. He was only there to invite you to be his date to the pep rally at school. You messed up sure but he can forgive you, you messed up and he can see passed that. Maybe you were scared? Scared of what? Surely not him.
Yancy knocks on the closet door, tilting his head. “Open the door.” He commands, jigging the locked doorknob. His desperation for you was showing. You were the one good thing he had left in the world. The only person he had and he craved to be with you every moment of the day.
You sit on the other side of the door, shaking in fear of the monster that you had managed to create. “No. I'll scream, my parents will call the police.” You insisted, pulling your knees to your chest.
Yancy takes a step back from the door, looking around the room. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed. Yous’s my date to the pep rally tonight.” He tosses aside a shirt that was in his hand to the side.
Confusion hit you. “What? Why?” He chuckles.
“Well, our classmates thought they were signing a petition. . .You better come out here and see what they really signed.” He smiles wide, looking at the door before his face got serious. “Yous chucked me out like I was trash. For that, yous should be dead.” The fear in you only grew. “But, but, but! Then it hit me like a flash, what if high school went away instead?”
Shock hit after that one. Yancy had a twisted smile as the plan unfolded in his head. This was how he was going to win you back, how he was going to get his happily ever after with you. He was just going to have to remove the middle man, or in this case, people.
Anger took over his features. “Those assholes are the key, theys’ keeping yous away from me. They’ve made yous blind, messed up yous’ mind. But I can set yous free!” Drunken in his own delirium this really was the only way. “Yous left me and I fell apart. I punched the wall and cried- BAMN! BAMN! BAMN!”
Yancy punched the door until his knuckles started to bleed with the love he felt for you. His devotion of love, his dedication to you, even after you left him behind. It was just a small mistake, he repeated that over and over on his way here and now it was all that ran through his head.
He walks away from the door, wiping the blood with his other hand. “Then I found yous changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside! And so I built a bomb. Tonight ours’ school is Vietnam! Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!” Yancy comes to a stop at your dresser, the grin on his face falling.
Reaching up, he picked up a picture frame. It was a selfie that the two of you had taken together. You leaned against him as he held out the camera. It was almost like it was yesterday that he’d taken the picture. You were still his, you still are. You’re just as beautiful-and-or-handsome as before.
His hand shakes a bit as he looks at the picture. “I was meant to be yous’! We were meant to be one! Don't give up on me now! Finish what we've begun! I was meant to be yous’!” Tears burned his eyes as he shakes a bit at the possibility of you not loving him back.
That wasn’t right. You do love him. He was most definitely sure of it. You love him as much as he loves you. Maybe you were just afraid of him loving you. Yeah. That sounds about right. Yancy looks up at the door and his whole mood changes again.
In a violent mood swing he tosses the frame away, letting it hit the wall before landing on the floor, breaking the glass. “So when the high school gym goes BOOM with everyone inside.. Pkhw! Pkhw! Pkhw!” He moves around dramatically, before reaching into his pocket. “In the rubble of their tomb. We'll plant this note explaining why they died!” He drew out the note from his pocket.
We, the students of Westerburg High. Will die. Our burnt bodies may finally get through. To you. Your society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks. Signed the Students of Westerburg High. 'Goodbye’.
A fire burns in his eyes, passion of what was going to happen. Everything that he planned was going to run perfectly, it had to if he was going to get you. It started with murder and it was going to end in a blaze of glory. Yancy closes his hand, crinkling the note in it as he does.
His full attention is on the door that you sit on the other side of. “We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors. Bring marshmallows. We'll make s'mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!” Yancy hugs himself, imagining when he’ll be able to hold you in his arms.
It wouldn’t be too long now. You just had to come out, you just had to stop being afraid of his love. The two of you could rule the world, together. You just had to listen to him, to love him like he loves you.
Yancy now holds his hands out for a moment. “I was meant to be yous’! We were meant to be one! I can't take it alone! Finish what we've begun!” Yancy slowly starts walking to the door. “YOUS WERE MEANT TO BE MINE! I AM ALL THAT YOUS NEED! YOUS CARVED OPEN MY HEART! CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED!” Yancy leans on the door now.
He can hear faint shuffling from the other side as he take in a breath. You were coming around, yeah you were coming around to see that he was right. Hee was right about everything, he had to be right.
Yancy hits the door again. “Y/N! open the- open the door, please. Y/n, open the door. Y/n, can we not fight anymore, please.” The doorknob jiggles and twists as he tries to open it. “Can we not fight anymore. Y/n, sure, yous’ scared I've been there. I can set yous free! Y/n, don't make me come in there! I'm gonna count to three!” Yancy holds his hand up. “One! Two! Fuck it!”
With all his might, Yancy kicks the door open. His face is filled with shock and horror in front of him. You were hanging in your walk in closet, a sheet was tightly wrapped around your neck. Yancy starts to cry, falling to his knees.
“Oh my God... No! Y/n! Please don't leave me alone. Yous’ was all I could trust. I can't do this alone.” Anger takes over his features quickly. Those kids, those people at the school. They drove you to kill yourself. Everything that they’ve done to you brought you to leaving them, to leaving him. “STILL I WILL IF I MUST!...”
A knock comes to the door of the room, one of your parents was there. With one last glance at your hanging body, he leaves, right out the same window he came in through. He was going to finish what the two of you started. He was going to finish it for you and only for you.
When your parent came in they found you hanging in your closet. They screamed and instantly you were taking the sheet off and trying to calm them down. You had a new mission, you were the dead girl/boy walking.
Hi!! Could I request a yancy x reader? It could be anything I just need a hug from this man pls
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a/n: special shout out, once again, to @smiles-4-lifes, who proofread this for me! she’s recovering from a surgery and is an absolute sweetheart, go send her some love!!!
yancy had very long, feminine eyelashes.
it was a strange thing to notice, a strange thing to comment on— you were aware of that. but there were times when he’d smile, and his eyes would shut; and you could see long and delicate and dark lashes contrasting against his lighter skin.
yancy always looked like he had just ran a mile; his cheeks were always tinted with a rosy pink, his hair was slicked back as if he was constantly pushing it out of his way— which, to be honest, he was, but it was with a cheap bar of soap he found on the shower floors once and kept.
right now, yancy laid facing you. his lips slightly parted, his face relaxed, his lashes laying against his cheek the way you always liked.
“you’re so pretty, yance,” you complimented him, using your hand— that was previously cupping his shoulder in a light hug— to cup his cheek and graze it with your thumb.
yancy smiles and giggled in response, “oh? tell more more, doll.”
you exhaled a soft titter at him. you wanted to get into detail— you wanted to tell him how he had dark lips, facial hair that was the perfect length, hair that never got too long, a beautifully crooked smile; but you didn’t.
“you have long eyelashes,” you spoke gently, using your thumb once again to pet them gently.
yancy laughed again, pulling you closer to him and putting his chin on your shoulder. “youse ain’t bad to look at either.”
he let out a gentle sigh, and you felt him relax in your arms. his comment wasn’t much— but you knew he meant it, and you mimicked his relaxation.
Request - 3,6, and 7 with YANCY’S FIRST CHRISTMAS OUT OF PRISON
Fluff
Warning - None
Pairing - Yancy X Reader
Prompts ->
3 - “It’s snowing!”
6 - “Want to roast some chestnuts?”
7 - “No no, the antlers are essential!”
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When you got the call about Yancy’s parole you were ecstatic. Your Yancy was finally able to come home under your supervision and a few cautions, of course, but it was still him. Every Sunday you were there for him, the love of your life who promised you the broken world that was outside the prison he was in. Today, on the third Sunday he was being let out, let out to you.
You stand in front of the prison beside your car, watching the doors eagerly. Your heart stops for a moment when they do open, two officers lead Yancy out of the prison. He smiles when he sees you, eyes lighting up at the fact that you were there to get him. No one says anything until they reach you at your car.
“Y/n?” One of the officers asks and you nod, showing your ID to confirm who you were. “Be careful with this one.” He eyes Yancy before the pair leave and walk back into the prison.
The doors close and it’s just you and Yancy in silence for a moment before you fully look at him. “Hey, Yanc.” You smile, unable to contain yourself as you reach your arms out to him. He doesn’t hesitate to hug you, holding you close to him with all of his might, lips pressed against your head.
He pulls back a bit, hands still on your waist. “Hey yous.” He laughs a bit, unable to really grasp onto the concept that you’re there with him, outside the prison walls. Yancy leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Let’s go home, yeah?” You nod, pulling away from him and opening the door to the car. Yancy gets in the passenger seat and you drive the two of you home. To your home.
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You got the two of you home just in the nick of time. The moment that you parked December started to show off its true colours in the form of clouds that allow for snow to fall. Yancy was so in love with the look on your face when the two of you got out of the car. “Yancy it’s snowing!” You spun around in the light flurry before fully facing the Ohian with a smile.
A few flakes got stuck in your hair, soon enough melting into your h/c hair. To Yancy you looked like an angel, smiling like an idiot as you held your arms out. Yancy nods, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Hows about wes get inside huh?” He shivers a bit, making you laugh before you agree.
Yancy wasn’t too surprised when you two walked in to see the house decorated for the Christmas season. From the last time you’d gone to see him you remember talking to him about how excited you were to deck out the house. And deck out is exactly what you did. What got him, even more, was the banner that you had hung up above the doorway to the kitchen. “Welcome home Yancy!” Was written in marker, making him smile.
You stand anxiously to the side, worried about what he was thinking about the banner you’d made for him. “So? What do you think?” You rub your arm, looking at him as he turns to look at you. “You like it?” He nods, looking back at the banner.
“I do, I do. But could it have less antlers?”
You gasp, hitting his shoulder. “No no, the antlers are essential!” You insist, leaning your head on his shoulder as you look at the banner.
“Yous did good. I loves it.” He kisses the top of your head.
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A week passes since you picked up Yancy from the prison. In that week the two of you have adapted to the life that you were now going to be living for the rest of your life. Now was one of those times, Christmas day, cuddled up on the couch with hot chocolate on the table. “I love you.” You press a kiss against the tattoo on his neck.
The arm around you tightens a bit as he kisses your forehead. “I love yous too.” Everything in his life was perfect, as perfect as can be. A smile pulls at his face as he looks down at you, snuggled into his side. “Want to roast some chestnuts?” You look up at him and smile.
“Over an open fire?” He smiles nodding and you laugh.
Plot - Welcome to prison, the best place in the world. On your first day, you met the best person that you could ever know. Now? He’s your best friend and partner in crime (literally).
Fluff
Warning - A Heist With Markiplier Spoilers, Yancy being adorable,
Pairing - Yancy X Reader
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A million thoughts fill your head as you’re pushed into the main room of the prison that had taken you in. Granted you weren’t supposed to be caught but you were rated out real quick by your “partner” as to save their own ass. “Easy on the merchandise yo.” You mutter, pulling on the black and white jumper they had you in now as to officially show off that you were a prisoner.
You knew the way back to your cell if need be. Unfortunately, you had no idea who your cellmate was. For all, you know they could be really pissed off that they now had a cellmate and that kept you on high alert.
Almost all eyes were on you, scanning you like you were candy. New meat. You tried to walk in with confidence, eyeing up the rest of the room but you couldn’t lie that you were slightly afraid to be in there as a whole. You caught a few eyes, some of which had you looking away in fear, some looked away when you looked at them. One pair of eyes stayed locked with yours before the man stood up and walked up to you.
He had this greaser look to him, hair slicked back and in a white t-shirt. He had a tattoo on his neck and this larger one on his left arm. He carried himself like he owned the place (which he probably did). He eyes you for a moment, looking you up and down before pulling a smile. “You look like yous knows how to hold yous self well.” He says and you tilt your head slightly. He really was a classic greaser with the accent that he had.
You didn’t quite know how to react to him, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, thanks?” You voice your confusion slightly. The man now gives you a toothy smile, showing off his white teeth. “Y/n.” You say, holding your hand out to him.
He stares at your hand for a moment before taking it in his and shaking your hand. “Yancy.” He says before dropping your hand and turning on his heel. He had this almost dance to him as he walks, the turn on its own was like a spin move before he walked almost heel to toe for a moment. You almost smile as you watch him walk away before he looks over his shoulder. You drop the smile as he eyes you. “Is yous coming?” He raises an eyebrow.
You don’t hesitate to follow him, holding back a laugh when you hear him humming and mumbling some kind of song under his breath.
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Time went by faster than you hoped that it would. You became friends with the music-obsessed man, who to your pure luck was your cellmate. Granted that came with waking up just about every day to him singing to himself and dancing in the cell. It was always something that you loved about him. At nights when you couldn’t fall asleep he was up with you, insisting that it was because he had to watch your back. By now you considered him your best friend as he had brought you in and made you a part of his little prison “family”.
Today you had woken up to Yancy himself, dancing in the center of the room as he sings softly. He had told you a few times about his fondness for musicals and all you could imagine was seeing him up on a stage with his own directed piece. It was moments like this that you just had to stop and admire him. When he noticed that you were awake he stopped hands now at his sides.
“Sorry if I woke yous up.” He apologizes, looking to the ground for a moment before looking back up at you. Another thing that had you liking him more was when his softer side came out. You smile, shaking your head, sitting up on your bed.
You stretch, yawning in an attempt to remove the sleep from yourself. “Nah, you’re fine Yanc.” You say, turning so that your legs are hanging over the side of the bed. Something he was rather fond of was the little nicknames you gave him. “It’s a nice way to wake up.” His face tints red a bit before he smiles, nodding. “New peace you’re working on?” You tilt your head as he comes and sits beside you.
Passion was the only thing his eyes as he looks at you. “Yeah, Sparkles Mcgee suggested this new idea so wese’s working on it.” He goes on and on about it and all you did was sit and listen. “You could join us if you want.” He offers, making you smile a bit. “We need someone like yous on our number.” He insists, all giddy about the idea now “Please?” He holds your hands in his, giving you the puppy dog eyes, lip pouted and all.
You laugh a bit, holding his hands back. “Sure Yancy, I’ll be your new number.” He’s excited about this, to say the least. When it came to Yancy you found a soft spot for him and he found one for you.
