#yancyplier x reader

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Don’t Let Go | Yancyiplier x Reader

a/n: anyway, I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS

requested by: @animebubbletea

summary: something’s wrong. Yancy knew it, and knew who did it too.

You visited Yancy every third Sunday, 6 pm sharp with a cake or a pie, sometimes cookies. Yancy loved receiving those lovely pastries, but he adored talking to you. You were so passionate about life, your funky personality gave him never-ending smiles when you were around. Yancy was so used to asking you, “How youse doin’, Princess?” He was so used to your reddening cheeks as he would flirt with you for the two hours you guys had. He was so used to pressing his hand against the glass where yours was.

He was used to you.

He remembered those couple of weeks you were in Happy Trails, the times that you two flirted to high heaven and never left each other’s side. He was so in love with you, everything about you. He couldn’t name anything about you that he didn’t like. He remembered that first kiss in the laundry room, the split second that you grabbed his collar and kissed him hard. It lasted for two seconds but it was like forever to Yancy. That was the moment he knew he was in love with you.

He was so used to you.

The first time you didn’t visit him on visitation day, Yancy knew something was wrong. The second time came and went, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth...

It’s been seven months since he’s seen you, and he just had this feeling that you were in trouble.

After the seventh visitation day without you, Yancy devised a plan to find you.

He knew only one person who would take you from him.

That was Dark.

Unlike the other egos that Yancy knew before he was thrown in jail, Dark and Yancy had an...extensive past. From assassination to dealing with cartels, Dark and Yancy were dirty partners in crime. When one needed something, the other helped. They made thousands of dollars running in the Black Market, they were great friends and even better business partners.

That was until Amy.

Amy was...well, Amy. She came into their lives with a beautiful smile and a love in her eyes that neither of them have ever seen before. At first, she was with Dark. She was happy and content, but Yancy was beginning to pull her away to him. After a drawn out period of deterioration of their friendship, they finally asked Amy to pick. And she picked Yancy. Long story short, Dark was furious... and he did something unforgivable and made Yancy believe that he did it. Dark made him believe that he killed his parents. Of course Yancy knew he did kind of kill them, seeing that if he didn’t fall in love with Amy, they would still be alive and he would still be free. She visited every Sunday for a while, then she stopped. He knew why she stopped.

He thought that you would be safe from Dark, seeing that you had no connection to him. But he was so damn wrong.

Yancy was lucky he remembered the layout of Darkiplier Manor, and he was lucky he knew that Dark wouldn’t expect him to escape prison for someone he barely knew.

Yancy was armed with a switchblade and manipulation. The only way to beat a manipulator was to manipulate them. He knew it wasn’t the best tactic, but it was something. He had to save you, he just had to.

He stepped into a long hallway, one draped with paintings, candelabras, and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The intricate oak walls made him feel even more on edge as his grip on his switchblade tightened. He kept to the sides of the hallway, keeping aware of the change in atmosphere, sounds, and voices.

He was in the hallway for less than two minutes when he saw a door open on the right, and he placed himself flat against the wall to try and disguise himself.

He heard heels before he heard a soft, “Dark? Is that you?”

Yancy’s heart dropped, and before he knew what he was doing, he stepped into the light.

Your back was to him, and he admired that beautiful red dress that dipped into the middle of your back. It was lace, a beautiful deep red that fit you surprisingly well. He remembered you in stripes and sweaters.

“Y-Y/N?”

You turned around, and Yancy melted. Your hair was down and curled, your lips were bright red from your lipstick. The dress was strapless, and it stemmed from the choker on your neck. Tule connected the dress to the choker, and covered the bottom of the ballroom dress. You looked like Cinderella dipped in red.

“Yancy?” You softly whispered, and you two raced towards each other. He caught you in his arms and a kiss landed on your lips as tears streamed down your cheeks. You were so grateful to see him, your heart was beating so fast and hard that you thought it would explode. Yancy’s hands grabbed yours as he pulled away.

“We have to goes, Princess.” Yancy spoke lowly, and you nodded.

“What about Dark?”

“He’s fucked me over one too many times whens he took yous. He can deals with this.”

A smile tugged at your lips. You missed him.

He let go of one of your hands and he began to lead you back towards where he snuck in, smiles on both of your faces.

He was stealing Cinderella right under neath Prince Charming’s nose.

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A Little Piece of Heaven | Yancyiplier x Reader

a/n: FLUFF REQUESTED BY @jay-deserved-better AND @alaina-what-the-heckity

warnings: FLUFF!

summary: sundays are for you and Yancy.

Sundays at Happy Trails is your favorite thing. Its the time where you don’t have to work, and you can just lay around and socialize whenever you want. But today, you didn’t feel like doing anything at all. You just laid in your bed, comfortable under the blankets and in the cold silence.

“Y/N!” You heard a certain voice call as he opened the cell door. You opened one eye to see your boyfriend’s large smile as he waltzed over and placed his lips on yours. You sat up, your lips not leaving his, and placed your hands on his cheeks. After another moment or two, he pulled away from you with a smile on his face.

“Whatcha want to dos today, babes?”

You smirked at him. “Yancy, I would like to cuddle.”

Yancy rose an eyebrow. “Are wes proper now or somethin’?”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you pulled him on top of you, letting his head rest on your chest as you began to run your fingers through his hair. He softly mumbled in pleasure, his cheek now against your shirt.

“I love yous, baby.” He mumbled as one hand tangled up his hair and the other rubbed his back. You loved babying Yancy, since he babied you more than you could baby him. You placed a kiss on his head as he spoke softly, “Are wes gonna stay here all day?”

“I don’t wanna lose precious time with you, babe.”

Yancy let out a laugh, snuggling more into your chest. “Okay, babes.”

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goodnight goodnight | Yancyplier x Reader

a/n: UWU WE LOVE THIS UWU

summary: you love him sm.

“Hey babe.” You gently moved Yancy’s hand from his chest, where a book sat. His eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the dim lamp above his head. His eyes darted to you, they glimmered.

“Y-Y/N?”

You smiled, your y/h/c bun was falling out, and yet he still looked at you like you were a beautiful diamond. “Come baby, let’s go to bed.”

“‘was gonna make yous somethin’ to eat before yous got-“ He let out a small yawn as he stood up, you grabbed his arm to help him. “-home, but I was just tired from working.”

You shook your head, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the staircase. “Don’t worry about me, baby. Lets just go to bed.”

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All That’s Known | Yancyplier x Reader

a/n: wow we love this!!!!

requested by: @writer-of-camelot

When you first arrived at Happy Trails Penitentiary, you thought your day couldn’t get any worse. You were let in by the happy-go-lucky guards and sent to a phone booth with your mysterious client who, after an unspecified amount of time being locked up, decided he wanted a change of scenery. A more free change of scenery, to be exact. You knew there was nothing much you could try,

His name was Yancy, he spoke like he was in the mob and was thrown into jail for murdering his parents. You thought this man was an absolute nutcase, but when you first interacted with him, you absolutely could not even see him crush an ant. You were sure that he did, he would sob for days. He kept talking about going to see someone named ‘(Y/N) the Escape Artist’, which you found strange but oddly cute. He said that they were the reason he was trying to get out.

You saw his desperation, and you caved. You began to visit twice every week to know everything there is about Yancy. Every Tuesday and every Friday you would go up to reception, flash your visitor card, and enter Yancy’s home. You two met in the cafeteria every time you visited, so now you know all of these wonderfully sweet inmates.

It’s bittersweet, really; you were one of the villains who put these sweet people away in a place like this, yet they are so kind to you. You believed they shouldn’t be this kind, but they are. Around the twentieth visit, you weren’t even going there for Yancy anymore; you were visiting everyone. One time, you taught checkers to Tiny in exchange for her to teach you sign language. It was a weird deal but you loved it, you loved everyone in the place.

The guards smiled when you walked by, the cooks always gave you a cup of the good juice (which you always gave to Yancy), even Mr. Murderslaughter gave you cookies one time. This place held a family you somewhat belonged in. You worked hard for Yancy to be free. But somehow in your head, you didn’t want him to be free because you would be abandoning this family.

But you knew Yancy came first, and so did his desire to find his ‘lover’, the Escape Artist. He was dumb and proud, he never failed to make you smile.

So when the day came that you unlocked that cell door, Yancy gave you a hug. The first one he has ever given you, and he said it wouldn’t be the last. You told him to call you if he had any trouble.

You’ve been waiting for his call ever since.

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Summertime | Yancyplier x Reader

a/n: requested by @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch !! this is my favorite. I. Can’t. Stop. Rereading. Song lyrics: Summertime by My Chemical Romance

warning: ANGST. HECC. REJECTION. KIND OF. ITS COMPLICATED.

When the lights go out, will you take me with you?

When those handcuffs landed on your wrists, you knew that your life was done for. Framed for murder would be on your tombstone, and no one would change it. When you walked into that penitentiary, you thought you were gonna die alone. That your name would be dragged, that these inmates would kill you.

You didn’t anticipate meeting Yancy.

And carry all this broken bone, through six years down in crowded rooms and highways I call home?

He was sweet.

He looked intimidating, but he was the first person to ever speak to you at Happy Trails, since he was your new cell mate. He detailed the happenings of your new home and how he was your new friend.

When he was talking about you two being friends, there was a glimmer in his hardened eyes.

That was the first time you smiled since the disaster began.

Something I can't know 'til now, ‘til you pick me off the ground.

Months went by, and the butterflies got stronger the closer you and Yancy got. You did everything with Yancy, because you two were inseparable; and because you were hopelessly in love with that sweet smirk, those mischievous glares and those dumb jokes that made you smile. You made new friends, and became known as a prison-wide friendly inmate who everyone loved. You knew everyone, you were kind and often stopped fights; even though you knew that that kindness landed you here.

Everyone loved you, except for the one who you wanted to. You kept trying to tell him, to ask him if he loved you too but those words always die in your throat when you want to. When he smiles at you when you want to talk just evaporates your purpose and you just ask him something dumb instead.

You were scared that you were going to lose your best friend, your lifeline if you told him that you loved him. You were petrified that he would ignore you and leave you, your unsteady world would collapse.

With a brick in hand, your chapped lip smile, your scraped-up knees...

So when the new guy waltzed into the cafeteria, you sought to make friends. By the time you got to him, your hand barely grazed him as Tiny punches him through the wall. As soon as Tiny did it, you jumped in to help the poor guy.

That was a mistake because that landed you in solitary. For a week.

You were going crazy when they let you go back to your cell.

Your eyes landed on the person you wanted to see most, and God, your heart pounded. That mop of black, wavy hair was moving excitedly in your-

Newly decorated cell.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion; the cell only had a few decorations like a table and the picture of a cat that you named Marvin. As the guard opened the cell, you watched as Yancy...made your bed. He never made his own bed, that’s strange for him to even make your bed. It brought a smile to your face.

“Thanks for the warm welcome, Yance.” You giggled, which made Yancy jump. He turned just as the cell door clicked behind you, and you looked around the place. There was a new table with chairs, a rug, a new pillow on your bed-

“Yeahs...” Yancy stood up straight, his hand scratched the back of his neck as his eyes darted away. You knew Yancy always told the truth, he trusted you too much to lie to you.

You took a cautious step forward.

“Yancy.”

He looked like he was going to explode, and you had barely neared him. Your glare never wavered as you took more steps.

“Yancy, talk to me.”

Your hand softly landed on his cheek, holding his face for the first time as you moved it to face you.

You wanted to kiss him there, to tell him that you loved him for months.

But that gaze.

“I’m gonnas escape.”

And if you stay, I would even wait all night.

Your jaw and hand dropped.

Yancy?

Escaping?

Tears began to run down your face as you spoke in a hushed whimper, “Why?”

Yancy spoke in a low voice. “I’m in loves, Y/N. There’s this persons, who I’s helped get outs of this place. Theys was my cellmate while youse was in solitary. They...changed mes, theys was magical.” He turned combing his hands through his hair. “I just fell, Y/N. Haves you ever felts that way? Thats you can’t live withouts them?”

Or until my heart explodes...

“Yeah.”

“I have to goes with them.” Yancy said, and turned to you, but not before you wiped your tears. “I have tos. You have to helps me. Please, I helped youse when you needed me, nows I need youse.”

His hands grabbed your shoulders, and those acid tears threatened to fall but you saw that glare. The glare you wished and hoped would be for you, the glare of desire.

How long?

You wished you had the guts. You wished you had the guts to just grab him and kiss him there, but in that moment, you knew that he wouldn’t be yours. He belonged to someone else.

'Til we find our way in the dark and out of harm?

You knew, deep down, that this was right. Even though it hurt like damn Hell seeing the person you loved the most love someone else. You softly nodded, to which Yancy pulled you into a tight hug, mumbling thanks. His hug was warm, but you were cold as you thought of those dreams of running away with Yancy, escaping this place and living somewhere quiet. You wished you could say those words to him:

You can run away with me anytime you want.

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