#yancy x male reader

[writeawaythepain]

A Murderer and a Thief (Part 2)

Yancy x (gn!reader)

[Part 1]

tw: mentions a little blood, infirmary

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: With Mark out of commission for the time being, you're stuck in prison. Though maybe you come to realize you don’t hate it here as much as you thought you would.

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You shake his hand, his grip is firm, but gentle. And his lips turn into a huge smile. He pats your shoulder with his other hand in an encouraging gesture, “Alright! Let’s get to work-” But your bonding moment is quickly interrupted by red flashing lights and the sound of an alarm.

You let go of his hand, and you can feel a shiver go down your spine as a small panic sets in your chest, remembering the alarms back from the museum. The alarms that had gotten you into this whole mess in the first place.

The warden, Mr, Murder-Slaughter you think his name is, comes out yelling for someone to turn off the ‘infernal racket.’ “Now a fight hasn’t broken out in Happy Trails Penitentiary in 15 years!” then he turns to your ex-opponent. “And now I hear that you, Yancy, started one.” 

Yancy? So that was theater boy’s name. 

He tries to stutter out a response, his tough guy exterior completely shattered as he looks up at the warden trying to explain himself. “I was just talking to my new friend here! Getting them all situated-”

The warden interrupts him, shouting, “I’ve heard enough! And stop talking like that, you're from Ohio for Christ's sake.” Ohio?! Then why did he talk like-

“But- but Warden I-” Yancy starts, and you start to feel bad for him. He looked like a kicked puppy with the way the Warden was scolding him.

“No buts…Look you're like a son to me.” The warden places a hand on his shoulder.

“A son?” Yancy’s eyes widen.

“But I can't have my prisoners runnin' around causin' a ruckus, now, can I?” The Warden scolds. Yancy frantically shakes his head. You glare at the Warden, how dare he play with Yancy’s emotions like this. For some reason, even though you had just met him, you felt protective over Yancy and his obviously fragile feelings. You could tell he looked up to the Warden, and he just sang about how much he loved living here. So why the fuck was Mr. Murder Slaughter yelling at him?

“You understand, don't you?” He finally says, patting Yancy’s shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Yancy replies, shoulders relaxing in relief.

“I knew you would.” Maybe you had jumped to conclusions about the Warden, maybe he wasn’t actually that bad- 

“Put him in solitary.” That mother fuck-

Without really thinking, you speak up. “Wait, Warden!” his icy glare turns to you, and you can’t help but shrink back a bit. Yancy turns to you as well, a look of confusion and panic on his face.

“I- I mean…” you clear your throat.

“Yes? Speak up.” The Warden urges, and you feel a spike of annoyance that finally gives you the confidence to speak. 

“It takes two to start a fight, doesn’t it? We were just…um…getting to know each other, you now?” Wow, great reasoning, y/n. The Warden looks at you, confusion evident on his face. He looks at Yancy, and then back at you, as if he was deciding something. He seemed to come to some sort of conclusion as he adjusts his jacket and addresses you.

“Well, since you're new here…and are already showing improvement by not letting someone else take the fall for your own actions…I’ll let you have a pass, but-” His voice gets louder, and deadly serious as he looks you straight in the eyes. “-just this once.” Then he nods at Yancy, “Show them to their cell.” When Yancy nods in response, a baffled look on his face, the Warden spins on his heel, and leaves as quickly as he came.

For a moment, everything is still. Then Yancy looks at you, his face a mixture of surprise and confusion. Then he smiles, it’s crooked, but you can tell how genuine it is by the look in his eyes. His starry eyed expression stays on you as he chuckles. “Tanks for that…uh…”

“y/n” You tell him, returning his smile. 

“Youse- you didn’t have ta-” But you shake your head.

“Nah, I shouldn’t have been an ass about rejecting your offer. Especially after such a dazzling performance~” You wink at him in a teasing manner, but you swear you see his cheeks become a shade pinker. He scratches the back of his neck, and chuckles to hide his embarrassment. Was this really the same guy from a couple of minutes ago? Seeing him all blushy and awkward just made you more interested in this, Yancy, from Ohio.

Looking at his face again, your smile falls. You’d given him a black eye, and he was bleeding from a few places where you had busted him up. “I’m really sorry about the-” you point at his face gingerly. He just laughs.

“Yea, youse got me good. You’d definitely fit in round here…but a promise ‘s a promise.” 

“Well…I mean I can’t leave without Mark.” You certainly weren’t in any rush to leave now. The outside world wasn’t going anywhere, and this place suddenly didn’t seem as boring as it had a few moments before.

“Oh, youse mean that nimrod youse came in with?” You chuckle.

“Yea, that nimrod. Do you know where he could be?” Yancy made a face when he saw how concerned you looked for this other guy.

“Yea, Infermy…probably…” He avoided eye contact with you as he answered, and started making his way out of the room. You followed behind, a smirk playing at your lips. Was someone jealous already?

“Perfect, then we can get you all patched up too!” You exclaimed. And the blush on his face was back. You could tell he was trying to hide it, but his cheeks were definitely pink.

The walk to the infirmary wasn’t long, and as soon as you saw the label on the door, you rushed in, pulling on Yancy’s arm lightly, so he would follow.

You scan the room, and your heart drops as you see Mark in one of the beds. He was bandaged up almost head to toe, with one of his arms and one of his legs strung up in a cast. You make your way over to him, relaxing a little when you see his eyes are open. 

He’s trying his best to reach a straw and drink from a juice box they have set up for him on a table, but every time he went for it, he just pushed the straw further away. You chuckle lightly at the sight, and pick up the drink to help him, guiding the straw to his lips.

He smiles as he takes a drink, looking up at you. “Hi~ What took you so long?!” You roll your eyes.

“I was too busy trying to make a, not, so stupid plan. And…I got us some help.” You gesture to Yancy who shuffles awkwardly now that the attention was on him. You find that funny, when earlier he seemed to be so confident under a spotlight. “Yancy, Mark. Mark, Yancy.”

Yancy gives an awkward, half-wave. “Uh… hi.” Mark glares at him for a second, looking him up and down. He turns to you, and you give him a little nod. That’s all the confirmation he needs, as he turns back to Yancy with a warm smile.

“Glad to have you on our side. I’d wave back…if, you know, I could move my arms.” Yancy’s posture shifts into a more confident one as he chuckles.

“Hey, it’s youse own fault for messin’ with Jimmy.” Yancy scolds, but there's a hint of a smile playing at his lips. You grin, glad that they were starting to get along.

You lean a little closer to Mark in case anyone else was listening. “He’ll help us get out of here, but you just focus on getting better for now, ok?” Mark just nods, wincing in pain and instantly regretting making any sort of movement. You hear Yancy snort, and you shoot him a look. You get up and turn towards him. “Ok, smart-ass, where are the bandages so I can patch up the injuries I gave you.” Yancy instantly flushes in embarrassment as Mark's eyes widen.

“You, did that to him?” He laughs, trying not to wince as he does. Yancy stutters but can’t formulate a response as you go to find someone to ask for bandages.

“They’re- they’re tougher than theys look.” Yancy finally stumbles out. Mark chuckles softly.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You return, and move Yancy, so he can sit down on the edge of a bed as you start to clean up his face. Mark eyes the both of you, but for once in his life, stays silent.

“I can do this myselfs you know? I’m fine.” You just hum as you put some antiseptic on a swab.

“This might sting a bit.” You tell him as you press the swab to a cut on his face, and he tries to hold back a wince. You clean up the cuts, and cover the bigger ones with bandages, being as careful and gentle as you can. Your thumb brushes against his busted lip, as you test to see if it was still bleeding, and Yancy’s face lights up bright red. You’re too focused on getting some more antiseptic on a cloth to clean off the blood to notice, but when you look back at him, his face was turned away from you.

“Look at me,” You state. His eyes widen, but he complies. “How am I supposed to clean your face if you keep moving it!” You laugh, gently holding his face as you clean off the rest of the blood. He smiles, still avoiding direct eye contact in his absolutely flustered state. Right before he feels like he’s going to pass out with how fast his heart is beating, you lean back. “Ok, now your hands.” You get up to find some medical tape, and leave Yancy with Mark. 

Yancy’s face is still a dark red, and his attention snaps to Mark when he hears him laugh. “Theys do know what theys doin’ right?!” Yancy asks, but Mark just laughs harder. “Youse are not telling me that wasn’ on purpose.” Yancy shakes his head, bringing his hands to his cheeks in an attempt to calm them down. 

“They, are, completely clueless-” Mark tells him, rolling his eyes. “But, I think they really do like you…This is a threat, by the way. You hurt them, and as soon as I get better, you’ll be taking my spot on this hospital bed.” Mark says it with a smile, but his eyes are completely serious.

Yancy just chuckles, “Not that’d I’d ever dream of it, big guy, but, I think theys can handle themselfs just fine.” 

“Damn right, I can-” You walk in, hands full of more medical supplies. “What are we talking about?”

“Nothing!” Both Mark and Yancy shout out a little louder than they meant to. You just give them a weird look and go back to bandaging Yancy’s busted up knuckles. You start to do your own, but a hand gently grabs the bandage.

“Let me, least I can do.” You freeze at Yancy’s soft tone, and slowly drop your hand as he delicately starts wrapping your own bleeding knuckles. His fingers are calloused, but his movements are precise and practiced. You feel your cheeks warm up a bit, finally understanding why Yancy’s face was bright red a few moments ago. “There.” He finishes, patting your hand gently, before letting go.

“Oh my god- get a room already!” Mark teases, reminding the both of you that he was still there. You scowl at him.

“Fine! Yancy was going to show me to my cell anyway~” You smirk as Mark rolls his eyes. Yancy just stands there, increasingly confused and flustered.

“What-” Is all he’s able to say until you start to walk out of the infirmary, waving a hand goodbye at Mark behind you. Yancy speed-walks to catch up to you.

“Sorry.” You laugh at his confused face. “It’s just the way we joke around. We didn’t make you uncomfortable, did we?” Yancy shakes his head.

“No, no it’s fine.” He chuckles, “But uh- where you goin’ dollface?” You stop in your tracks, realizing you had just picked a random direction to walk towards, without actually knowing where anything was.

“No idea.” You laugh, as Yancy gently grabs your shoulders from behind to rotate you in the direction towards the cells.

“This way to youses chambers, youse majesty.” He says, extending an arm to gesture the way. You laugh as you shrug him off.

“Lead the way.” You reply, and, he does.

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[Masterlist]

#yancy x reader #yancy x gn reader #yancy x gn!reader #x reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #iswm x reader #markiplier egos x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier fanfic #slimewrites #ahwm x reader #x male reader #yancy x male reader

[littleoddwriter]

Hello! :) Can I request some headcanons for a transmasc reader x Yancy? How he’d react to a trans person and transphobia or how he’d comfort the reader when he’s feeling dysphoric. Thanks!! :3

Yancy x TransMasc!Reader | Headcanons

Hello there! Oh, yes! Thanks for the request. I hope you like these! :') <3

notes; TransMasc!Reader; Mentions of Transphobia; Gender Dysphoria; Comfort; Fluff; Cuddling; Neck Kisses.

Due to having been in prison for what feels like forever, Yancy isn't really educated on such things as being transgender. He's heard of trans people coming to prison and witnessed some of the rage it caused in a couple of inmates, but he never quite understood that, nor has he met those people. Until he shared a cell with you.

You are surprisingly upfront about it and tell him as soon as it looked like it could be a problem between you two. He shrugs it off. What does he care what you were born as and identify as? Why should he judge you for it being 'different'? None of this crap matters, after all.

Unfortunately, not everyone thinks the way he does and some inmates found out about your situation and decided to target you. Yancy protects you from them, though. He doesn't care about getting into fights with others anymore. And he finds himself wanting to protect you at all costs.

You teach him a lot about what being trans means and how it affects you personally; especially in terms of your gender dysphoria.

It's endearing how Yancy is determined to find out more and uses all the connections he has to get more outside information on all of that so he can help you better. He's never cared so much about anyone.

Then, the day(s) arrives on which you feel even more dysphoric than usual and you barely get out of your bed at all. You just want to crawl into a hole and rot there.

Yancy isn't having any of it, though. He makes you move over a bit and lies down beside you. He confesses that he's not very good with this whole emotional stuff, but he knows you're a handsome guy, who by all means passes the way you want to. You're masculine enough. And he keeps on going, telling you everything you need to hear.

At the end of his little monologue he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You bury your face between his shoulder and neck, and he kisses the side of your head, your neck and shoulder. It helps a lot. Especially when he admits to liking you a lot. Of course, you do, too.

#transmasc reader #trans male reader #yancy the prisoner #ahwm yancy #yancy x reader #yancy x y/n #markiplier egos #markiplier #headcanon #i accidentally called him mark in this multiple times and now i'm scared i did it in other hc's before and didn't notice lmfao fuck

[motorcyclebucket]

Ok, i have a few ideas for what i should write next

1) Yancy fic, just fluff

2) Host fic, hurt comfort w some angst based on my theory of how he lost his eyes

3) The idea based off This

Which one should i write first?

#x reader #iswm x reader #x male reader #markiplier #yancy x reader #the host x reader #markiplier egos #iswm #in space with markiplier #yancy #the host

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist + DNIs

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Monster/Royalty AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Royal fem reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Limes

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

Yandere stuff

BATIM/BATDR stuff (Once again, only human characters please. If you want to fuck an ink monster then I'm making it human, somehow.)

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

People who kept complaining about the red eyes in the FNAF movie

MHA fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating. Mark legit stopped collaborating with other youtubers for a while because people kept shipping him w them)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

People who defend race-bending

Transphobes

Categories:

FANDOMS:

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!)

Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Demonic charms, Part 1 (Darkiplier x female reader || TWs: None)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy:

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Actor Mark:

Do it for me~? (Actor Mark x GN reader || TWs: None)

Annus:

This category seems to be empty, check back later!

Bingiplier:

This category seems to be empty, check back later!

The God of Night:

This category seems to be empty, check back later!

The Necromancer:

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Cool Patrol Mark:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye:

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Jameson Jackson:

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

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Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Crankgameplays egos

Blankgameplays:

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Unus:

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Mad Mike:

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Winx Club:

Binded by Shadows (Ch1,Pt1)

I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

#markiplier egos #iplier egos x reader #masterlist #oneshot #jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #septic egos #jackieboy man #proshitters dni #interact please #transphobes dni #pinned post #the god of night #god of night #iswm engineer mark #cat lovers #winx club #winx tecna #winx bloom #winx stella #winx valtor #enchantix #magix #charmix #winx flora #winx layla #winx aisha #winx au #winx rewrite

[westanthewaterman]

Headcanons Masterlist

Actor!Mark

Breeding

Terms of endearment

Terms of endearment II

Actor is a tit man

Receiving flowers

Annus

Helping you with a dissociative episode

Author

General nsfw

Bing

General fluff

General headcanons sfw+nsfw

Damien

General sfw+nsfw

Hugging

Breeding kink

Being lovesick

Terms of endearment

Terms of endearment II

Thigh kink

General MayorAttorney

Helping you with a dissociative episode

Receiving flowers

Dark

HoH reader

Hugging

Collar

Artist!Reader

Terms of endearment

Terms of endearment II

Helping with a dissociative episode

Receiving flowers

Incubus!Dark

Engineer

Afab, male pronoun reader, dom/sub

Stress relief for a bad day

Dragon!reader, sfw+nsfw

Possessive/jealous behavior

Fluffy Captaineer 

Helping you with a dissociative episode

Eric

Hugging

Breeding

Baker!Eric x CEO!Reader sfw

Collar

Eric is a tit man

Google

Hugging

Host

Host w/ HoH reader

General nsfw

Hugging

Terms of endearment

Terms of endearment II

Illinois

Fluff w/ Yancy + Reader

General fluff

Hugging

Murdock

Safe house activities

Collar

Terms of endearment

Terms of endearment II

Thigh kink

Incubus!Murdock

Vampire!Murdock

Night

Reader getting hurt

God of Voyeur!Reader sfw+nsfw

Dom!Reader

Winged!Reader

Dumification

Collar

Sacrificial reader

Terms of endearment

Terms of endearment II

Ichor

Stan the Water Man

Doing wholesome things w/ child reader

Yancy

Fluff w/ Illinois + Reader

Hugging

Collar

Artist!reader

Mommy kink

Yancy is a tit man

Wilford

Hugging

Thigh kink

Sub!Wilford

#west writes #headcanons #masterlist

[crazy-ego]

Ask box is open!!

 Guidelines/Rules

I’ll update this with whether requests are open or not at any current time, as well any new rules I find need to be added. Please keep an eye on this post before sending in a request.

Updated: 2/06/2023

Requests are currently: Open

First and foremost: minors DO NOT INTERACT! This is an 18+ blog, you’re not welcome here.

Writing:

My default is female X character, but male and gender neutral requests are perfectly fine to send in.

I don’t write ego x ego, but I will however write ego x reader x ego

Anything to do with watersports, scat, age play, non-con, and A/B/O are huge no’s

I of course reserve the right to say no to any stuff and kinks that I haven’t thought of, and might find I don’t like in the future.

Characters:

Resident Evil:

-Chris Redfeild

-Karl Heisenberg

-Alcina Dimitrescu

-Donna Beniviento

Markiplier Egos:

-Yancy

-Engineer Mark

-Darkiplier

-Googleplier

-Illinois

-Wilford Warfstache

- Abe

- Gunther B Gunnerson

Sonic movies:

-Agent stone

-Ivo Robotnik

-Tom Wachowski 

Kingsmen Movies:

-Harry Hart (Galahad)

-Merlin

-Eggsy

-Agent Whiskey

- Agent Tequila 

Please feel free to ask for other characters, but please make sure they are 18+ as I will not age up characters that are children.

#ask box #ask #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos fanfiction #sonic fanfiction #sonic #resident evil #resident evil 8 #rules #guidelines

[softtransbf]

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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[yaffles-world]

Stay

Some prison Yancy love. Reader breaks into prison to get some comfort.

Yancy x Reader

Warnings: I don't really know? A miniscule amount of angst but a lot of fluff.

Word Count: 1,198

Many years after the Heist you are still in contact with Yancy. Every third Sunday you come to Happy Trails Penitentiary and you always stay for as long as you are able to. Yancy taught you how to 'break into prison' even, if you needed him “outside of regular hours.”

You hadn't done that yet, but tonight you really needed to. You were feeling just overall down in the dumps- things have not been going your way lately and you're feeling tired of putting on a brave face and you decide that you just need a friend right now. You were tired of crying alone.

You sneak out of your house and head over to the prison, going through the secret passages to Yancy's cell.

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Yancy sat in the corner of his cell. Lately his mind had been wandering a bit, he'd been thinking more then he had in a while… he spent most nights looking through his little cell window, with his knees hugged into his chest thinking about you. He began to doubt himself. He had always thought being in prison was better than being stuck living in the outside world, but…

He looked up at the moon. “I just miss youse Y/N. What am I going to do…” he muttered to himself.

Just then he heard a rustling underneath the floor, a scraping, and you came out covered in dirt and very tired, but it was definitely worth the journey when you saw Yancy sitting there in the moonlight.

He came over to you right away and held out his hand to help you up. You hadn’t had physical contact in a while, it’s not generally allowed on visits. His hands were calloused but warm and gentle. Once you were up, he opened up his arms and you curled into them as he held you close.

“Who do I haves to kill this time, Y/N?”

You laugh into his shoulder in between the tears, and you put yourself down in the corner he was sitting in. You look out the window and you look around the cell. How long had it been since you actually properly saw each other? Without guards, without other visitors. How long had it been since you saw where he had to sleep? You never understood why he insisted on staying in this prison with a whole world out there and a well established escape route… But bringing it up, although he would never get angry, it was a point of tension and sadness.

But you couldn’t help it. Seeing the tiny, grey room he insisted on staying in just broke your heart and you started crying again.

He sat down next to you and put his arm around you. “Hey, hey, it’s alright… It’s alright… I’m here. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Maybe,” you say, as you lean on his shoulder, “I just feel lost and stressed and lonely. You know… the usual…”

He rubs your shoulder as he pulls you in closer. “That’s okay. Youse allowed to not always know what's goin on. Try and let go a bit, you’ll be alright. Try and do something for yourself, that’s okay. One step at a time, alright? Worst thing that can happen is you end up in here,” he said with a wink and a cheeky grin.

You smiled at him. As much as you didn’t like this place, being here with Yancy would not be so bad after all. “Youse know I’m here for you - always. So proud of youse, no matter what.”

You suddenly feel very tired, and you realise it’s 1am in the morning.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t realise what the time was I shouldn’t have come here, I’m sorry Yancy I didn’t mean to be a bother,” you start to panic a little bit as tears cloud your eyes again. How could you be so selfish…

Yancy reaches out and gently holds onto your hands as you go to get up. “Now youse look at me, okay? I don’t want any of that ‘selfish’ nonsense. You are not weak, you are not selfish, you are not broken. You are Y/N and youse are going to get through this, but just because you are strong doesn’t mean youse aren’t allowed to ask for help. That’s what friendships are, being there for eachother when you need someone, alright? We’re there for eachother. Even when it just plain sucks for a while. No matter what. Life sucks sometimes, don’t I know it, ay? We get through. But not without asking for help.”

You sit back down and put your head back onto his shoulder as he holds you close. He smells like strong cologne and sandalwood but it’s a very pleasant smell.

“Besides..” he muttered, “I wasn’t sleeping or nothin anyway..”

“Yeah I heard you were talking to yourself like a crazy person.”

“Hey, what did you just call me?” Yancy exclaimed, smiling ear to ear as he started tickling you.

“No fair!” you whispered, as you desperately tried to stay quiet as to not alert any other prisoners. Suddenly you stopped and you realised just how much you had wanted this contact, and to be with him, and that it’s going to hurt so badly to say goodbye again…

Yancy notices your shift and pauses, looking at you with furrowed brows. “Y/N what’s wrong darlin?”

“Stay with me. I can’t do this.”

“Aw no but youse can do this, trust me.”

You sighed. “Okay maybe, I probably can but why do you have to stay in here? Why can’t you come with me? We can be roommates and sure it will be difficult to adjust but like you said just before, we can do anything. I’ll be there the entire time.”

Yancy sighed and put his face in his hands. “I was talking to youse. When you thought I was a crazy person. I was talking to youse. And I want you to remember that, every night I’ll be looking up at that moon, that one right there,” he pointed with one hand whilst rubbing small circles on your back with his other hand, “and if you ever miss me, just remember that. And just talk right on back, alright?”

You looked at him. His eyes were lit up by the moonlight, and you could see the glistening of tears threatening to fall. You’d never seen him cry before.

“Listen, Y/N, I love youse. I just can’t do it. Not yet.”

“When?”

“Don’t hold out hope…” Yancy said, rubbing his eyes with his hands, “maybe one day. Until then, youse can do this. Your welcome back here any time. Never feel like youse being selfish. And just remember, I’ll be looking at that moon, alright?”

“Okay. Thanks Yancy,” you give him one last hug, and go back the way you came. Seeing him definitely helped, but you can’t deny that ache in your heart now that you have to leave him and he’s still stuck in that bed in that damn cell.

As you begin to climb through the escape tunnel you hear someone call out.

“Y/N! Wait!”

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[demonsman]

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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[nineshusband]

Is anyone raking writing requests for yancy or castiel I got some self insert shit I wanna let out

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[spookyold-saintjm]

yancy 182 184 and 192(?)

182: “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

184: “Can I touch you?”

From this prompt list

A little heated, but wasn’t feeling up to full Yancy smut yet. Soon!

I didn’t put in 192 because I have an idea for it elsewhere 👀

NSFW(ish) Yancy x reader

Weeks, months had passed since you’d agreed to stay at Happy Trails Penitentiary, and you and your new friend Yancy had spent much more time together than you’d anticipated. Yancy’s prison family, which had quickly become yours as well, might have given him a hard time about it, had he not knocked out one of Sparkles McGee’s front teeth the first time he brought it up.

There was nothing overtly romantic about anything the two of you did together, playing card games, sharing stories, watching tv, eating meals together…

But, there were instances when Yancy would throw his arm over your shoulders, or that your hand would accidentally brush over his when reaching into the popcorn bucket sitting between the two of you during movie nights. Moments that sent tiny jolts of electricity through your nerves.

Sometimes you’d feel Yancy stiffen up when you sat down beside him on one of the benches in the prison yard, close enough to him that your thighs touched, or he would start to stutter when you’d make a compliment about his appearance before a performance with the family’s little musical theater group.

If you weren’t together, you were probably thinking about him. You’d settle down for bed at the end of the night and find your thoughts drifting to fond memories of the day, of plans you had coming up. You would even catch yourself thinking about just him, his slicked-back hair, his deep voice, his muscular arms, his hands, his lips… 

You were quick to shake those thoughts from your mind. You couldn’t be attracted to Yancy like that. You couldn’t. He had better things to worry about than you. 

What you didn’t know, was that Yancy thought about you, too. The few extra minutes he put into perfecting his appearance before popping over to your cell to visit, the extra hours he’d been putting in for new songs he’d been working on…he wouldn’t admit it, but it was fueled by you. The hopes to impress you, to maybe, give him the courage to say something to you about how he felt. How interesting and attractive he found you, how your voice made his entire day brighter, how he had never felt so good inside before, so…whole, when he was with you.

One evening, everyone was in the game room to play a rather intense night of Bingo, but you both had fairly shitty cards and after a few rounds had given up and decided to instead retreat to Yancy’s cell to catch up on the books you both had been reading. You split from Yancy to grab your book from your own cell first, quickly grabbing it from the bedside table, but paused when you decided that you wanted to be a little more comfortable for the night. You unbuttoned the black-and-white striped shirt you’d been wearing and tossed in onto your bed, leaving only a white tank that rested just a little above the waistband of your striped pants before you strolled back over to Yancy’s cell. 

You found Yancy already sitting on his bed, legs stretched out across the floor and crossed at the ankles, his book already open in his hands.

He looked up to greet you, but froze. You stared back at him, quirking an eyebrow at his sudden mood shift, then realized that this was likely the first time he had seen you in any sort of remotely revealing clothing. You forced yourself to quickly, casually, plop down beside him, grinning as you lightly punched him in the arm. 

“Don’t distract me this time, this book is getting good.” you said playfully, praying that ignoring his reaction to you would make the blush creeping its way up your neck and into your cheeks die a rotten death.

“I, ah…oh! Yeah, yeah, youse got it.” he trailed off, quickly shifting his gaze back down to the book in his hands.

You settled into a calm silence as you both began to read, but you couldn’t get past the first two pages of your book. Yancy’s very presence next to you was, like it had been for some time now, clouding your mind. You were all too aware every inch of his skin that touched yours, and one hand holding his book with the other resting dangerously close to your thigh. The scent of whatever infuriatingly intoxicating cologne he’d managed to swipe from a security guard’s locker was coursing through your senses. The sound of his breathing rang in your ears like a siren. 

Yancy was in a similar situation. You’d come into his cell, and were sitting on his bed, looking like…that. You hadn’t meant anything by it, he knew this, but you continued to give him more reasons to find you handsome and/or beautiful, inside and out.

He let out a short, but heavy sigh. He was really going to do it, wasn’t he?

“Y/n.” He began, but stopped when you looked over at him, your eyes staring holes through to his soul. He had to work the words around in his mouth a couple times before they would come out. “There’s something I wanna tell youse, and, well, I don’t want youse to think I’m, ah fuck, well, what I means is—“

Your lips slammed against his in a single, sudden movement, and Yancy fell back a little bit at the abrupt contact. The tension that been thickening in the room seemed to dissipate, and soon Yancy had recovered and pushed himself back up, his mouth now exploring yours as if it were the last time he’d have the opportunity. 

You slid your body even closer to his, turning so that you were all but sitting on his lap. He pulled away from you just slightly, for the two of you to catch your breath, your foreheads resting against each other.One of his hands suddenly reached out for you, but he withdrew it just as quickly. He was itching to put his hands all over you, everywhere at once, but he couldn’t focus on a single place to start.

“Can…can I touch you?” he asked. You nodded, and when he still hesitated, you gently guided one of his hands to now fully rest on your thigh. His fingers quickly glided up to rest around your waist, and his other hand followed suit. You slid yourself now fully onto his lap, and your lips met again once you threw your arms around and behind his neck. The kiss was far more heated this time, and you felt Yancy’s grip on your waist tighten when you allowed him access into your mouth. You were certain there wasn’t much of a first time for anything like this for him, but it had definitely been a while. You could feel the adrenaline and pent-up desire practically begging to get out. And you couldn’t say you didn’t quite feel the same. 

His hands started to wander, up the sides of your body, and back down again. You returned the favor by pulling your mouth away from his, earning a grunt of frustration from him which quickly turned to a catch in his breath when you began to scatter kisses along his jaw, down the side of his neck. 

“y/n…” he sighed when you landed on a particular spot on his collarbone and you smiled into him as you gave the spot some extra attention.

His fingers slid under your tank top, teasing the skin underneath. You helped him slip the tank over your head, and you tossed it somewhere to the other side of the room. His shirt followed behind not long after, and soon you both were a mess of wandering hands, frantic to learn every inch of each other. You turned to wrap your legs around his torso, and he held you tight against him, your bare chest pressed against his. 

When he pulled you in for a kiss again, you tested him with the slightest roll of your hips and were pleasantly surprised to not only hear but feel the effect you were having on him. You huffed out a curse at the realization and felt Yancy smile into your mouth. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper in your ear, sending a shiver through your entire body. 

“I know,” you sighed, pulling a curl of his now-messy hair away from his face. “Me, too.”

He moved to kiss the skin under your ear, down your neck. Your fingers trailed down his chest, leaving the faintest of marks while he took his time tasting your skin.

Between the sound of both your heavy breaths, a herd of voices faintly registered in your ears, then grew louder as a group of other inmates turned the corner that led down the hall to Yancy’s cell. You cursed and leapt off the bunk, scrambling to grab the clothing you’d both thrown across the cell. You threw Yancy’s shirt to him and quickly pulled yours back over your head as the footsteps drew closer. You ran back over to sit next to Yancy, although a little farther apart than you’d been before, swiftly fixing your hair back to its normal state with one hand and flipping your book open to a random page with the other.

  You both recovered just in time, as Tiny, Jimmy, and Heapass walked by the open cell door, laughing about something that had happened during the Bingo game. They only greeted the two of you with friendly waves, thankfully noticing nothing amiss about the two of you.

Well, except for Tiny, who silently gestured to your now-backwards tank top. She wiggled her eyebrows at you then flicked her gaze over toward the now crimson-faced Yancy, the smug amusement glowing in her eyes.

Shit.

#yancy #yancy x reader #yancy x female reader #yancy x male reader #reader insert #yancy imagine #yancy smut

[yeet-me-dad-dy]

What Friends Are For

Characters: Yancy x Male Reader

Words:  3,693

Warnings: Unprotected sex

Kinks: Blood, bruises, soft domination,

Summary: Reader is feeling tense, so Yancy offers to help.

It was late - long past lights-out - and you and Yancy’s prison cell was dark, save for a small battery-powered lantern that sat on the round table near the cell door. Yancy was lying in the bottom bunk - your bunk - trying to sleep, but you were making it hard with all of your fidgeting and pacing.

Yancy turned over onto his side to watch you. You were sitting at the table, chair and body facing Yancy on the bunk, but your head was turned toward the door. You didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular, you just happened to be facing that way, lost in thought. Your leg was bouncing, hands wringing in your lap, and you were chewing on your bottom lip. Every so often, you would shuffle in your seat, adjusting to get more comfortable. 

The prisoner smirked and propped himself up on his elbow. You’d been cellmates for a while now, and he’d gotten to know your various mannerisms. To anyone else, you may have looked anxious, but to Yancy… to Yancy, you were horny as fuck. Now, you two weren’t an item, but you were friends, and what are friends for if not to help each other out when they need something? Yancy prided himself on being a good friend.

“Y’know,” he said quietly so as not to wake the other inmates. He sat up in the bunk, swinging his legs over the side.

You snapped out of your daydreams, head swinging around to face him. You froze, eyes wide, like a deer caught in the headlights, or perhaps a small child that has just been caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. 

He stood and stalked the few steps over to you, standing tall and crossing his arms when he reached you.

“If youse is needin’ someone to fuck you into that wall over there, all youse gotta do is ask,” he said, voice low, as he inclined his head to the bare wall opposite the cell door. 

You pressed your hands into your crotch and crossed your ankles, both movements that didn’t go unnoticed by the prisoner. 

You didn’t speak, just stared up at Yancy who was watching you with eyes that were quickly dilating with lust. 

“Come on, big boy,” he said, leaning down to place a hand on either of the armrests of your chair, trapping you in. He could smell your delicious scent, a scent he had quickly come to love after your arrival. Usually, it was a smell that made him think of friendship, loyalty, good-naturedness. But now, as his body was in such close proximity to yours, your faces so close together that he could feel your breath, it was a smell that made him think of one thing and one thing only; that he really wanted to fuck you right now.

“What’s friends for if not to help each other out, huh?” he asked, voice heavy with want. 

You choked out a moan and your breathing picked up. Yancy could hear your heart beating frantically in your chest.

He looked down at your crotch, where you were desperately trying to hide your erection. 

“Is youse gonna let me see what we’s workin’ with here?” he asked as he took one of your wrists in his left hand and pulled it away from your lap to the arm of the chair. He put his hand over top of yours so that you couldn’t move it, and then did the same with the other, pinning both of your hands down to the armrests so that your erection was left to tent freely in your pants, nothing left to hold it down.

“Well look at this,” he smirked mischievously, glancing up at your face before returning his gaze to what he was really interested in. “Youse been holding out on me, Y/N.” 

He let one of your hands go and pressed your cock upward into your lower stomach. Your free hand moved over his, grasping him hard. 

“Ah, ah, ah, baby boy,” he said, squeezing your length.

You hissed and threw your head back. 

“No touching. Youse is gonna put that hand back over on that armrest and let me take care o’ yous.”

Slowly, grudgingly, you let him go and put your hand back where he wanted it. You whined, needy. 

“Good boy,” he praised you. “Now, I may be a murderer, but I’s ain’t no rapist. If youse want me to stop, youse just gotta say so, okay? Now, youse want me to keep goin’?”

Slowly, you nodded.

“That’s not consent, big boy,” he growled. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard.

“Yes.” Your voice was low and raspy and full of want, a beautiful song that made Yancy’s own cock twitch and began to rise.

“Good boy,” he praised again with a beaming smile. 

He dropped to his knees in front of you and palmed your member beneath the fabric of your striped inmate’s pants.

You moaned, long and low.

“Fuck, Yancy,” you swore, and he chuckled. 

“I’s gonna take good care of you, handsome. Just like friends is for.”

Your grip on the arms of the chair tightened, fingers turning white. You threw your head back once more and your feet slid on the concrete floor so that they were on either side of Yancy, opening your legs to him. 

“That’s what I’s like to see,” he whispered, finally moving his other hand from off of yours so that he could snake his way up your white shirt and play with your nipples. 

You squirmed beneath him and moaned loudly when he pinched and rolled them between his fingers. 

“Shh, big boy, we’s don’t wanna wake the other prisoners, now do we?” he warned. 

You bit your lip hard and blood welled up beneath your teeth. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you struggled to breathe with how he was working your cock. 

“Fuck, Yancy. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whined. “God, I need more, Yancy, please, I need more,” you begged. 

“More?” He raised his eyebrows and couldn’t stop the almost evil smile that crept its way onto his lips. “Oh, I’s was hopin’ you’d say that.”

He stopped working you so that he could hook his fingers in the waistbands of both your pants and underwear.

“Lift yous’ hips,”  he demanded, tugging gently. 

When you complied, he stripped your clothing from you, allowing your erection to spring free. He ran his tongue across his teeth as he took your cock in his hand and circled his thumb over the tip slowly, agonizingly slowly. Your length twitched in his hand. He scooted closer to you and dipped his head down so that he could run his tongue up the underside of your cock, following that sensitive vein just beneath the skin. When he reached the top, he took your cockhead in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

Yancy would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least somewhat experienced with this kind of thing, so he opened his throat, prepared when your hips bucked up to bury yourself in his mouth. 

You fell back into the chair, pulling yourself out so that, once again, only your head was in his mouth.

“Fuck!” you whispered. “Sorry, Yancy. I didn’t mean to do that.” 

He didn’t reply. Instead, he smiled, hollowed his cheeks, flattened his tongue, and began to bob his head up and down, taking only about half of your length now. He put his hands on your legs, holding you down so that you couldn’t buck. You were gonna feel good, but it was gonna happen on Yancy’s terms.

God, you tasted good. The prisoner closed his eyes as he sucked you off, committing your taste to memory. He slid a hand down his pants and grabbed his own cock, gently stroking in time with the movements of his head. He moaned involuntarily, the vibrations against your cock causing you to buck again. He was only half able to hold you down, and you slid down his throat again.

He grabbed your leg hard and pushed it back into the chair when you tried to keep rutting into his mouth. He was sure it would leave bruises, but you didn’t seem to care as you whimpered and stilled, your hand moving from its designated place on the armrest to land on his. You curled your fingers around his hand and squeezed hard.

He pulled his head back, your cock falling from his mouth with a soft pop. He pushed himself up into a half-standing position so that he could lean in, chest pressed against yours, and nibble just below your earlobe.

“What’d I say?” he growled as he moved your hand back to the armrest. 

“S-sorry. Sorry,” you panted. “I need…”

“What youse need, big boy?” he asked, dragging his lips softly across your jaw, peppering kisses. 

“I need you inside of me, Yancy. Please. Please, will you fuck me? Please, fuck me,” you begged. 

He grabbed your cock and stroked hard just as his lips met yours. He kissed you hard, free hand coming up to tangle in your hair and pull your head closer so that he could crush your lips together. The metallic taste of your blood flooded his tastebuds, but he didn’t let it stop him.

You moaned into his mouth, lips parting just enough for him to force his tongue into yours. Tongues tangled together, scraped against teeth. Teeth nipped and pulled at lips.

“Youse is doin’ crazy things to me, Y/N,” he panted when he pulled away to catch his breath. “Youse is makin’ me feel things I’s never thought I was gonna feel again.”

He grabbed your wrists and, with a grunt, pulled you to your feet. You fell against his chest and he didn’t hesitate to hold your arms and push you backward, toward the bare wall. He pushed you up against the cold bricks a bit harder than he meant to, causing your breath to rush out of you in a huff. He only allowed you to gasp once before his lips were on yours again. 

Damn, you were making him so needy.

He pushed his hips into yours, grinding his clothed cock against your bare one. You tried to wrap your arms around his waist, but he held your wrists, pinning them to the wall either side of your head. His heart was pounding in his chest, breath coming out in ragged gasps as he moved against you, working himself up, cock growing harder and harder until it was standing tall, dripping with precum that soaked his pants. 

He pulled away, reluctantly taking half a step away from you so that he could strip his pants off. While he was at it, he hooked the hem of your shirt with his fingers and pulled it over your head, then held a hand out to you.

“C’mere. Take my shirt off a’ me,” he ordered.

You took his hand and he pulled you over, then moved his hands up and down your arms to feel your muscles beneath his fingertips as you reached for his tee. Your hand snaked up under his shirt to mimic him. You trailed your fingers over his abs, up his torso, where you pinched his nipples and made him hiss. 

He grabbed your hips hard, but didn’t get a chance to repeat his command before your hands left his chest as quickly as they arrived, and you were pulling his shirt up. Yancy lifted his arms to allow you to remove the white fabric, then he took it from you, added it to the pile at your feet, and kicked it all away. 

Then, he was pushing you back up against the wall, his body pressed hard against yours, cock grinding against yours, mouth moving against yours, chests heaving together. You were in sync, moving as one.

He gasped for breath in between kissing you, lips trailing across your cheek and jawline and down your neck as he growled, “Y’know. I’d be lyin’ if I says I ain’t never thought’a doin’ this with youse before.” 

He wasn’t holding your hands down anymore, so you took the opportunity to tangle your fingers in his hair. 

“I’s didn’t think youse were into me, ya know?” he asked, unable to help as the truth spilled from him. “I thought about fuckin’ youse so many times now, but I never thought it’d actually come true. I never thought youse’d actually want me.”

Your fingers tightened in his hair and your other arm wrapped around his body as you rocked into him. 

“Only a crazy person wouldn’t want you, Yancy. I’ve wanted you since the moment your gang turned you around on that table,” you admitted, and he smiled against your collarbone.

“Youse is lyin’ to me,” he chuckled.

“Never,” you replied, pulling his head up so that you could press your lips against his once more.

His cock was hard, now, and ready for more, so he only kissed you for a moment before he pulled away and grabbed your arms.

“Turn around, big boy,” he ordered, and you obeyed. 

He put one hand on your upper back between your shoulder blades while the other grabbed your cock, pinning your ass against his crotch as he pushed your chest against the wall. He stroked you slowly while his other hand slid down your back, calloused fingers tracing your spine as they traveled down. He grabbed a handful of your ass hard, causing you to squirm, either from pleasure or pain, likely both. He kissed along your shoulders as he worked your cock and prodded your entrance with a finger.

“Yancy…” you moaned lowly.

“What?” he smirked. “Youse didn’t think I’s was just gonna jack you off and we’d be

done?”

You moaned again as he slid a finger inside of you, up to the first knuckle, using his own spit as lubricant. 

“If youse is wantin’ me to stop, youse just gotta say so,” he reminded you.

“Fuck no,” you breathed.

“That’s what I thought.”

Yancy went easy on your cock as he slowly stretched out your ass. He didn’t want you cumming before he even got to enter you. He started with one finger, reminding you to relax and breathe as he slid it as deep as it would go, then added another finger and did the same, and finally a third. Gently, he pumped them in and out of you, spread them, twisted them, so that you would be ready for his girth. Anal can be a tricky thing with lube. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

Finally, when you seemed relaxed and were reaching back grabbing at him greedily, he took his length in hand and pressed it against your entrance.

You had one hand resting on the wall next to your face, and its fingers curled into a fist, knuckles white. He rocked his hips forward, applying pressure. You moaned. He rocked into you again and the head of his cock slipped inside of you. You tensed and your unfisted hand found the arm that he was using to hold onto your hips. You grabbed him hard, digging your fingernails into his skin. 

“Youse okay, baby?” he asked.

“Y-yeah.” Your breath came out in a hushed gasp. “I’m fine it just… It feels good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

“I’s ain’t even inside a’ youse yet,” he grinned. 

“I know.” You swallowed hard. “Hurry the hell up.”

He chuckled as he resumed moving, pushing his cock deeper into you with each gentle thrust. Once he was fully inside, he pulled almost all the way out and then, with one hard shove, buried his cock inside of you, hard enough that your own length, with his hand still gripping it, hit the wall. Your one hand was still on his arm, and your nails broke the skin, drawing blood that pooled around your fingertips before it ran down his arm in rivulets. In return, he clutched at your hips, his own fingers leaving dark bruises on your flesh as he picked up the pace and humped you hard. 

You gritted your teeth and closed your eyes tight. You rocked back into him, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing throughout the small cell and into the hall. At this point, Yancy didn’t care about waking the other prisoners, and clearly neither did you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped, head falling back, eyes closing as he reveled in the blissed-out feeling that fucking you brought him. “I’s been needin’ this,” he panted. “But I ain't wanted to do it with anyone other than youse.”

You simply moaned long and low in response, and soon Yancy was no longer able to form words himself. He quieted and focused on the way you were making him feel, your walls tight and warm and soft around his hard cock. He listened to your ragged breath in the still air, counted the beats of your pounding heart, memorized the feel of your skin and muscle beneath his hands and your ass smacking against his pelvis. 

There began a tightening in his stomach and he buried himself all the way inside of you so that he could readjust. His hands left your hips and instead snaked themselves around your torso. One wrapped itself around your stomach, the other around your chest. Your own hand let go of his arm and found its place on the wall, propping you up, bracing you. He pressed his heaving chest to your back and held you close as he thrust into you again, this time deep and hard. No more pulling all the way out, he needed to be in you. He needed to be close to you. He needed you and him to be one. 

He pounded steadily. Gone was the sound of skin on skin; there was no more air between the two of you. Now, it was just panting and moaning. 

“Don’t… Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Yancy.”

“I’s close, Y/N,” he warned you. 

“Come inside me,” you told him, opening your eye and turning your head to gaze at him out of your peripheral.

He lifted his head off of your shoulder only enough to press his lips to your cheek. You closed your eye again and your mouth fell open. He needed to adjust you. He didn’t want to come from behind.

He pulled out of you abruptly and you whined in displeasure. The air in the cell was cold, and all he wanted was to sheathe his cock inside of you again. 

“Turn around,” he ordered for the second time that night, and again, you obeyed. 

He bent down and grabbed the back of your legs, pulling you up. You didn’t even need to hop. He let one of your legs go so that he could grab his member, and you stood on your toes to help him keep you upright.

Yancy lined up with your entrance, and then pulled you down on top of him.

You gasped as the head of his cock hit your prostate.

He lifted your free leg and you wrapped your legs around him, then did the same with your arms, wrapping them around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

He resumed thrusting and you tensed around him. 

“Fuck!” you swore. “There. Right there. Oh, fuck, Yancy, I’m gonna cum.”

He picked up the pace, pounding into you hard, hitting your prostate with each thrust. Your cock was pinned between your bodies, receiving a massage of its own as he moved against you.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” he breathed into your ear. “Come for me, baby.”

As soon as the words left his lips, you came hard. Your walls closed around his length and your body folded inward as your abs clenched. You moaned his name as your cock twitched and shot a thick load of white onto Yancy’s chest and abs, over and over as you collapsed into ecstasy.

Yancy came soon after. His hands squeezed your legs hard, leaving more bruises. He bit down hard on your shoulder and he could taste your blood on his tongue once again. He growled as he came, burying his cock as deep as he could, emptying himself into you. You took it all eagerly, more than happy to drain him dry. 

His cock twitched with each shot of seed, causing you to moan and convulse until he was done. His legs were weak, but he knew that you probably wouldn’t be able to stand right now, so putting you down was out of the question. Instead, he spun you both around so that his back was against the wall. He slid down the cold concrete, hissing when his naked behind hit the equally as cold concrete floor. 

He relaxed a moment later; the chill felt nice against his body, which was burning up. You were both breathing heavily, trying to catch the breath that your climaxes took from you.

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck and wiggled slightly, trying to get comfortable on his lap. He hissed. His cock was still inside of you and it was very sensitive.

“I’s aint’ gonna lie,” he panted, voice low and rough with exhaustion. “Youse might just be the best I ever had.”

He felt you chuckle. “Nah,” you breathed out. “You just haven’t had any in too long.”

Now it was his turn to laugh. “You right. Maybe youse could remedy that for me.”

You kissed his neck. “Sure,” you agreed. “Any time you need me, I’ll be here for you.” 

He didn’t know if you meant only sexually, or in general, but he wasn’t going to ask. He had you, and that was what mattered to him.

He could feel your lips pull up into a smile against his skin. “Thank you, Yancy,” you said. “For helping me out, that is.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Course,” he replied with a soft smile. “After all, that’s what friends is for.”

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[mnt-eevee]

Second Visitation

I am SO sorry, that it's so late :( Also, I'm sorry but I dont know how to add a Read More or cut off thing :/

Yancy x y/n

Warnings: idk, Yancy kinda sads? I dont think theres any cursing,

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He stared up at the wall of his cell, his eyes glazed over with sadness. You hadn't made it during last month's visitation. He understood, you had just escaped from prison. He didn't really know why he had told you when visitation was, you likley would never come. He never got visits. He had no family or friends on the outside. His eyes focused on one tile of the wall, until he heard the sound of the jail door creak, a few footsteps and the door swing closed. 

   You yelped slightly, not expecting the door to slam. Yancy looks up at you, shocked. You were here! You locked eyes, but Yancy was frozen, he couldn't move.

"Y-y/n? Wh-what are you-"

  You instantly ran up and hugged him, almost knocking him back. He felt you shake slightly, giving a sharp inhale. He opened his mouth to speak, before a jumple of words and apologized escaped you. 

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I was so scared of get caught, I-Im sorry! It took so long to even sneak out, b-because Mark wouldn't let me, I-I'm sorry! I-I'm-"

  Yancy silenced you by moving back, cupping your face softly. He didn't speak, just looked into your eyes. He softly wiped your tears, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Y...youse came...youse actually came!"

You were engulfed in a tight bear hug before you could respond, Yancy putting his face into your neck and taking in your sent. You sat in slight shock. He wasnt mad? He wasn't...he wasn't mad!

Yancy pulled back again and cupped your face, looking right in your eyes. He rests his forehead against yours and stares into your eyes. Theres only soft love in eyes, his soft brown eyes filled with love and joy. 

    He wiped the small tears on your face, the wet tears moving to his fingers. He leaned in and kissed your cheek, and stayed there. He snuggled against your face for a moment, before kissing it against and going back to looking at your eyes.

   You pressed your lips to his, pushing him onto the bed. He kissed back softly, wrapping his arms around you. You hid your face into the crook of his neck, smiling softly. His right arm wrapped around your waist, his left resting on your upper back and gently playing with your hair.

   "I'm so happy youse came..."

   "Of course I did.."

    Yancy turned, cuddling you on his side. He softly pressed his lips against the top of your head, kissing it softly. 

   "Thank yous so much..."

   "Of course Yance...and...I'm sorry I didn't come last month..."

   Yancy moved your head to face his, looking into your eyes. 

   "Its okay, yous tried your best. You made it today, and that's great of yous."

 You snuggled your face into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you, acgentle yet protective hold. You feel your eyes become heavy, having not slept while trying to get back to Yancy. 

The both of you slowly dozed off, cuddled close to each other. Neither of you really took mind on how you could possibly get caught. Oh well, at least you would still be with Yancy then.

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[thehermitsaltar]

Wholesome Wednesday !!: Yancy x male reader where reader’s been making really obvious advances but they go right over Yancy’s head until they just directly kiss him ?

“How does he not get it yet!” Y/N shouted at Tiny.

“Maybe your not trying hard enough?” Tiny shrugged. Just then Yancy walked into the Cafeteria and sat next to Sparkles Mcgee.

“Hey Yancy, I love you.” Y/N said nonchalantly.

Yancy looked up and let out a hearty laugh. “Good one, Y/N.” He smiled and started talking to the others.

Y/N looked at Tiny and gave her a look that said ‘this really isn’t my fault.’ Tiny laughed so hard she almost fell out of her chair and clutched at her stomach.

The next week Y/N devised a perfect plan so Yancy would understand he was serious. He got Yancy’s favorite smokes, from a friend on the outside, and went to his cell. 

Yancy sat there reading a book and looked up when Y/N knocked on his cell bars.

“Hey Yance, I got you something.” 

Yancy sat up and looked at him shocked. “You did? That’s so sweet of youse.”

Y/N sat next to him on the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black box, handing it to Yancy. 

“Youse remembered my favorite smokes? Thank you!” Yancy wrapped his big arms around Y/N and gave him a bear hug. “But what’s the occasion?”

“I like you, Yance.” Y/N mumbled shyly and gave him a small smile.

“I like youse too Y/N! You’re one of my best friends!” Yancy smiled real big.

Y/N was so frustrated at this point. He let himself be over taken by emotions and just grabbed Yancy’s shoulders and smashed their lips together. Yancy kissed him back with the same passion and put his hands on Y/N’s waist. The two soon pulled back and rested their foreheads on each other.

“Why didn’t youse just say ya’ liked me?” Yancy giggled as a blush rose to his cheeks.

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[riotlain]

How Youtube Egos Text

Im a homosexual

this is for other mlm fellas

Markiplier Egos

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Darkiplier

He doesn’t text alot

It usually short texts

Like if he’s on a business trip expect

“Goodmorning, dear.”

Very punctual.

Mainly calls you

Wilford Warfstache

Very lively over text

Uses emojis

Yall are together often so like texts arent often

“Wilford: Show s bout to start” “Y/n: Dont kill anyone please” “🥸”

Wants more mustache emojis

Yancy

Def uses speech to text so shit is wrong

Mainly calls you bc he hates texting

“When wills you is be home?”

uses silly emotions

“:)))”

Googlplier

You just know its equivalent to talkin to Siri

Please just text like a normal person

He texts

Like the robot he is

“Hello, Y/n.” “What do you need?”

Never texts first

Host

He narrates whatever he’s doing

Yknow the usual

“Y/n texts Host goodmorning.” “Morning Host :)”

Battle Egos

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Natemare

Annoying as shit ngl

Spams you

“Hey hey hey hey y/n hey”

Send you pics of him shirtless and shit

“Boutta prank Phantom plan my funeral”

Phantom

Pretty casual ig

Calls more than texts

“Goodmorning doll ❤️”

AAAAAAAAAA

Hes hot sorry lol

Natpai

I love him so much can i kiss him omg omg can i can i please please

sorry demons

A very lovely guy ngl

“*sends an image of him and bones fighting*”

Goodmorning and goodnight texts 😍😍

Can i give him a smooch

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