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I tbh I always had a weird thing for disembodied voices (TSP fans I know you’re reading/j)

I also wanna say this now THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE HE BECOMES THE HOST!!

REQUESTED BY: It’s complicated, technically all the people who voted him in the poll, and me. WARNINGS: A few headcanons for The Author, one act of indirect physical violence, some foul language.

🖋️ The Author x Reader Shitpost Headcanons 🖋️

🖋️ He was having some writers block recently, he felt his plotlines becoming weaker by each paragraph. They didn’t read as scary as he wanted anymore and the tension didn’t last. So he decided he needed a change of scenery, a break from horror. Romance maybe?

🖋️ He went out for a stroll for inspiration. With every couple he passed, his eyes narrowed in thought. Honestly it was getting redundant, he was definitely coming up with ideas but wasn’t seeing any eye-catching people. He didn’t even give them chances because he knew if he thought up their own stories they’d be nothing more than boring.

🖋️ Then he saw you. Doing whatever the hell you were doing. He didn’t even realize it at first but he was definitely attracted to you in some way. Physically? Aesthetically? Emotionally? He had no clue which one but he definitely had a clue of one thing, you’d be great for his story.

🖋️ Oh you poor, poor soul. You woke up that next morning to a chilling breeze, only to find yourself on a tree stump in the middle of goddamn nowhere.

🖋️ The voice in your head was an immediate red flag. “[name] grazed their hands across the surface of the daisies that surrounded them.” You crossed your arms. “Nope.”

🖋️ Yeah… he didn’t expect you to be this resistant. It was sad really. He had a whole thing planned, you being a curious one exploring the area around you, finding a monster and befriending it until it ultimately YES HE PLANNED A MONSTER AND HUMAN ROMANCE HES TRYING NEW THINGS-

🖋️ At some point he noticed you testing the waters, asking him questions about what’s going on. He’s seen it many many many times before, and he was an ass about it, of course. Making tree branches slap you upside the head after you asked why he narrates in the Millennial cringe voice.

🖋️ “Why don’t you narrate this dick-“ he’s done with you. He just slammed the book shut and tossed it into the drawer of other abandoned stories.

🖋️ This ultimately left you in the woods to your own devices. It was scary to be honest, he just was GONE. Damn, right when the sun began to set too.

🖋️ Just hope you can find shelter before the sky turns pitch black.

I saw that with each poll I did, Hee Hoo always got a high amount of votes, so I decided it would be fair to write for him ^^!!

REQUESTED BY: It’s complicated, technically all the people who voted him in the poll, and me. WARNINGS: Some foul language, violent descriptions, Hee Hoo being stinky.

🪨 Hee Hoo x Reader General Headcanons 🪨

🪨 Stinky!! /derogatory. If he were a cartoon he'd constantly have green stink lines following him.

🪨 It's actually a miracle this caveman didn't rip all your limbs off as soon as he saw you on his turf.

🪨 Probably a Tarzan situation, maybe you were camping or something and came across him, or maybe you were actively looking for him. Whatever the situation is, he's not a fan of trespassers.

🪨 Give him Takis as a sign of peace and he'll probably spare you. Oh- and make sure to not talk or approach until he's done with the bag, he'll think you're trying to capture him.

🪨 Also no flash photography (he'll break your damn phone-).

🪨 And istg if you hold out Takis and go "pspspsps" you better hope he doesn't bite your fingers off.

🪨 After befriending him, he's kind of like a guard dog. Always by your side when you're wandering the forest, will twist an animal's head off if they even try to approach, he even barks.

🪨 He's definitely fascinated by you in some way, not your clothes, or the size of your hand against his, but you.

🪨 Every time you visit the first thing he does is aggressively sniff you, Y'know.. to see where you've been. If he smells food he gets excited because he thinks it's for him.

🪨 He also rubs himself against you and your stuff every time you visit, making sure everything with a sense of smell knows you're not for picking.

🪨 He doesn't take too kindly to your restrictive "clothes" so don't be pissed off when he rips apart any shirts or even pants you try to give him.

🪨 He doesn't really speak, he mostly grunts, except for "Hee" "Hoo" and "Annus". Maybe you could teach him more.

🪨 After a while he'll probably give you a nickname, and it'll be just a specific grunting noise or something that sounds close to a word, but it definitely won't be your name.

🪨 He can't cook the animals he captures so he has to eat them raw every time, please give him food :(

🪨 This mf with scarf down ANYTHING you give him (except the Takis). Uses his hands to eat, chews sloppily with his mouth open, but he also leaves no crumbs. What a gentleman!

🪨 DO NOT touch him unless he touches you first! You need that confirmation. If you don't wait and just touch him, he'll spin around and shout in your face.

🪨 Oddly enough, even though he doesn't like being touched first, he's also a cuddler. When it's dark and you're both by the fire, he snuggles up to you (mainly for warmth) and rests his chin on your shoulder.

🪨 He's a LOUD snorer. It's like a train call, just "HEAAAAAAAA-" but it turns out to be an unintentional defense mechanism, it scares everything else away.

🪨 For the safety of the people you plan to tell, don't tell them. Don't even post about it online, people will find him (he's still Mark and he's been missing for god knows how long).

🪨 He's just a simple creature now, living the best life he can create for himself. The last thing he wants is to be crowded by a bunch of people. This is Hee Hoo's choice, even if the Mark inside isn't mentally present right now.

Tbh the idea of Mark being a night guard is so funny to me for multiple reasons

also sorry there are less headcanons than the others, I didn’t have many ideas for this as I thought I did

REQUESTED BY: It’s complicated, technically all the people who voted him in the poll, and me. WARNINGS: Some foul language, inaccurate fnaf lore.

🍕 FNAFTM Night-Guard Mark x Night-Guard Reader romantic headcanons: 🍕

🍕 You thought it would be fun for you and your boyfriend to sign up for the night watch at an old restaurant. Sure it might seem a little boring but you get to spend more time together AND you’re getting paid for it.

🍕 Before you applied here you thought he was a badass but it turns out he’s biggest bubble blowing baby when it comes to his job. Just be glad you're here, otherwise he'd bring weapons to try hunting down all the animatronics.

🍕 He literally hates this place with a terrified passion. He tore down the poster in the office and turned the cupcake around so it’s creepy little eyes aren’t staring at him.

🍕 Probably calls you normal things like; Honey, Sweetie, hon, baby, etc...

🍕 Will definitely get distracted during the night shift, probably on his phone or playing with something on the desk. You’ll have to make him focus.

🍕 A goofy goober at its finest.

🍕 This man acts like he’s a brave boy when he’s facing danger, when in reality he’s shitting his pants. 

🍕 He’ll flip off one of the animatronics through the window but cry like a little baby and cling to you when the power goes out. 

🍕 Turns on a playlist to vibe to while working, which sometimes shifts into full on karaoke in the office. (just make sure to close the doors so the animatronics don’t try to join in-)

🍕 Even IF the animatronics are friendly (like in the musical) he’s not changing his mind, he will bitch-slap Foxy if he sprints down the hall one more time.

🍕 and then proceed to slam the door shut before he gets his face bitten off.

WINNER: fnaf night guard Mark x Reader HCs

I wrote this entire thing in the span of like an hour because I love Yandereiplier <3

REQUESTED BY: Nobody. WARNINGS: A lot of my personal Headcanons for Yandereiplier, mention of murder, violence, stalking, possible manipulation, some foul language.

🩸 Transfem Yandereiplier x Oblivious Reader general headcanons: 🩸

🩸 She's trans-feminine and receives a particular amount of bullying because of it. She wasn't in the best headspace, being numb and dissociated 90% of the time, while the other 10% was explosions of anger directed at others.

🩸 You were probably the first student to actually openly respect her. Good on you for being a good sport, but also- you just started a terrifying spiral of lovesick violence.

🩸 Lord help us, just hope you're not and will never be a popular student, for the safety of everyone else around you.

🩸 She definitely stalks you around campus, taking pictures without you noticing, and stealing stuff from your bag when you’re not looking. It’s nothing you’ll miss, but it means the world to her.

🩸 Her eyes are always on you.

🩸 She keeps a shrine in her bedroom completely dedicated to you, composed of things she stole from your bag, printed out photos of you from afar, love letters she wrote but was too anxious to actually give, etc…

🩸 Calls you "Senpai" most of the time, even in public, but also calls you "Koibito" or "[YOUR NAME]-chi" when in a more personal setting.

🩸 If you ever manage to befriend Yan, expect her to be your only friend after like 2 days, because everyone else is going missing. 

🩸 You’re oblivious ass is perfect for her. You don’t suspect a thing.

🩸 Your stuff is going missing? Damn, you probably misplaced it. All your friends disappearing without warning? They must be sick, or just moved. It seems like someone’s following you? Must’ve been your mind playing tricks on you.

🩸 She’ll be you’re only source of comfort and social interaction after a while, besides the school staff and probably your family. But she’s happy to comfort you, even if she knows she’s the one responsible for causing distress.

🩸 “Oh noooo, Senpai, I’m so sorry your friend moved! I guess they weren’t a true friend after all, but it’ll be okay, we can play some Magical Girl Pretty Miyuki to make you feel better!”

🩸 Clingy as hell, she follows you everywhere like a puppy. 

🩸 She joins any club you’re in and always insists on partnering up with you for projects. No matter what grade you two get, she’s happy to spend time with you.

🩸 There’s bound to be nosy teachers, asking if you two are dating, there’s always those annoying ass teachers. But Yan is always like “oh my god, nooOooO!” while looking at you intensely.

🩸 If you have glasses, she’d definitely switch glasses with you as a little joke. While you’d probably laugh it off, she’d absolutely CHERISH the feeling of your glasses on her face, even if they’re a tight fit.

🩸 This will happen a lot, when you two part ways for the day:

Yandereiplier: “Alright, bye Senpai! I love you!”  YOU: “What?” Yandereiplier: “I Uhh- I said I saw a dove behind you-“ YOU: “Oh, where?” Yandereiplier: “Neverminditalreadyflewoffiloveyoubye!!”

My baby my baby you’re my baby say it to me

REQUESTED BY: It’s complicated, technically all the people who voted him in the poll, and me. WARNINGS: Some foul language, mention of the undead/zombies, mention of maggots, and the necromancer being stinky.

🎆 The Necromancer x Reader dating/romantic headcanons: 🎆

🎆 He doesn't really call you petnames, but he does OCCASIONALLY call you: My Princess / My Prince / My Noble. It doesn’t matter if you’re actually royalty or not.

🎆 Does a deep and serious voice every time he’s “being evil” and even when he’s bossing his servants around. The voice gives him a very commanding and intimidating presence.

🎆 But when he’s not “being evil” or when he’s speaking with you, he stops it. His usual voice is usually very gentle, yet firm.

🎆 He mostly does necromancy, but he also practices the usual wizardry. So expect him to preform little things for you, tricks, summoning gifts, etc..

🎆 He lives in a cave with his undead servants, so unless you wanna be around a bunch of walking corpses all day in a dark cave full of the bones of your boyfriend's enemies, you'll probably not wanna move in.

🎆 Dirty ass. Literally smells like death. He takes baths once a month and he doesn't even use soap. He never brushes his hair it's all stiff and crusty and shit-

🎆 DO NOT TOUCH HIS STUFF! He will put a curse on you.

🎆 He's comically evil but is kinda serious about his evil-doing. He will kidnap a girl and tie her down to train tracks if trains existed in his time- so it's more like he ties her down and causes a stampede to trample her to death.

🎆 A goofball, in a prick type way.

🎆 Be prepared for bullshit, because this man comes with a lot of it.

🎆 He often rants about his servants. “They’re imbeciles” he says, as if they aren’t walking corpses with their brains slowly being eaten by maggots.

🎆 Please keep him from blowing up the kingdom. This man does everything without a second thought. He lacks self doubt, that’s what makes him so dangerous.

🎆 Touch starved little harlet, so give him some time. Ease him into physical contact, be sure to start small! Otherwise he’ll go stiff and just start repeating “don’t touch me”.

🎆 Not really fond of cuddling but does like to hold hands, just be careful with his claws.

🎆 Trace your fingers along his face markings. It’s not makeup, so it won’t smudge, it’s just his skin.

🎆 He’s just a troglodyte. Literally.

THE WINNER -> The necromancer x reader romantic headcanons

Ahh, my second favorite ego with a knife <3

guess who the first is

REQUESTED BY: It’s complicated, technically all the people who voted him in the poll, and me. WARNINGS: Mention of murder, torture, & some foul language.

🔪 Murdock / Murderiplier x Reader dating/romantic headcanons: 🔪

🔪 Calls you a bunch of endearing things: Dearest, Darling, Honeypie, Starlight, Dove, My Valentine, Beloved, etc…

🔪 If you have any suggestions, just say something, he’ll gladly call you whatever you’d like.

🔪 Is very open about his “hobby” of tickling others with various sharp objects. He will casually talk about it during dinner, in the middle of a movie, before bed, etc.

🔪 Although if you’re uncomfortable with the topic of murder, he will try to refrain himself. He might slip up every now and then but he eventually catches himself.

🔪 He’ll make jokes while murdering someone, handle their organs almost comically, even talk to the people as if he isn’t actively sawing their fingers off and tossing them over his shoulder.

🔪 He’s still a dork, just in a deadpan and flat kinda way. 

🔪 He’s an intelligent fellow when it comes to ways to murder people and how the human body responds to pain, but when it comes to basic knowledge he’s just a dumbass.

🔪 He’ll go from “Did you know the last sense to go when you die is your hearing?” to “What do you mean the sun doesn’t revolve around the earth?”

🔪 The way he handles you is firm but gentle, like he doesn’t want to let you go but also believes you’re made of glass.

🔪 Cuddling is no exception. He has his arms wrapped around you tightly, and one hand cradling the back of your head, smushing your face into his chest.

🔪 Don’t tell him about anyone that gives you bullshit, even the slightest inconveniences. Your boss yelled at you? The barista tried correcting you on how to pronounce your own name? The mailman wasn’t very gentle with a fragile package? All of them gonna die.

🔪 “Dear, don’t worry your pretty little head about them. They won’t bother you anymore.”

🔪 Not exactly a yandere, but also he is at the same time..? It’s complicated.

🔪 It’s in a way that this man will gladly murder someone for you, but not out of jealousy or the “no one else can have you” thing.

🔪 “It’s supposed to be fun, exciting, entertaining, Y’know. I can’t let my anger or any of the other bullshit get in the way of my own enjoyment.”

🔪 He sometimes preforms some of these “sessions” in the basement. And if you walk down there to bring him a snack whilst he’s in the middle of dissecting a very much alive man, his heart is yours.

🔪 Straight up turns into a dog. He’ll be forever loyal, if he wasn’t already.

I wanna write Iplier egos x reader dating preferences & headcanons but I don’t want to write for well known characters that’ve been around for literal years, like Dark and Wilford-

THE WINNER!!! -> Murdock x Reader dating headcanons

Iplier egos x reader HCs - Their feelings on Physical Affection / Pet names

Dark:

Doesn’t care either way

He will give pet names like Sweetheart, darling, love, and baby

Doesn’t mind receiving names like Babe, sweetheart, and darling but that’s about it

Physical affection is always a gamble

Sometimes he’ll only tolerate hugs and (maybe) hand holding / a kiss on the cheek

Other times he’ll be extremely affectionate / cuddly / crave kisses

Honestly, he’s like a cat in terms of his emotions in this category

He’s very respectful of personal boundaries

Wilford: 

Is down for both at any time and anywhere

Pet names all the time

Gumdrop, sweetie, honey, darling, baby, etc.

Get happy when you call him any of those names as well, or if you call him handsome 

Loves cuddling and kisses are a must

He’s especially fond of hugs, especially if you’re feeling down

He gives AMAZING hugs

Actor:

It really depends on how he’s feeling

He’ll call you things like Precious, darling, sweetheart, and babe

He’s fine with either being called Babe or Mark

He likes to use pet names / physical affection in public, especially when showing you off as his gorgeous girlfriend, but when you two are alone, he might end up leaving you to your own devices and doing his own thing

Or there are rare times when he’ll come home and then treat you like a friggin queen

Those moments are something to treasure because he will be so gentle, every touch like he was afraid he’d break you

Chaste butterfly kisses that would leave you breathless and the most soft / warm cuddles that you’ll ever experience

Google:

He’s not the biggest fan of both physical affection and pet names, however he’ll occasionally take them

Hugs, kisses, sometimes cuddling, but not too often

He will not use pet names very often, but if he’s worked up about something, he’ll use them

“Hey, babe?”

Yeah, something’s wrong

It’s not that he doesn’t like/love you if he doesn’t do either one, it’s just a personal preference

Bing:

He’s good with both of them

Calls you Babe and Sweetheart

Likes to be called Babe

PDA isn’t a problem at all

Cheek kisses and hugs from behind

He lives for hand holding

Yandere:

YES

So much PDA and quite a few nicknames

He mainly calls you Senpai, but will also use ‘my love’, sweetheart, baby, and darling

Pretty good about receiving pet names too

Loves hand holding wherever you two go

Cuddling is a must

KISSES

He loves you :3

Yancy:

Is all about physical affection, but will not use many pet names

He’s honestly very touch starved and loves cuddling, kisses, and other things like that (mostly in private cause he is the big boss and has a reputation to uphold)

However, pet names are a bit different

He’ll call you Sweetheart and Doll (especially when he’s jealous), but mainly call you by your real name

Receiving them is the same way

You can call him Yance, Babe, and (rarely) sweetie, but you can mainly call him by his actual name

It’s just a bit more comfortable for him

Dr. Iplier:

Sure for both, but mainly in private

At work, he’ll maybe give you a kiss on the cheek and call you Sweetie, but other than that he won’t do anything

In private, he’ll give you kisses, hugs, all the good stuff

Calls you Baby, sweetie, angel, and darling

Doesn’t really like receiving pet names other than Babe

Don’t ask why, he doesn’t know either

Illinois:

The answer is yes

He gives you more nicknames then he typically receives

Babe, sweetie, angel, baby, darlin’

Is pretty good with physical affection

He likes having one arm slung around you or touching you in some way when you both are out and about

He gets worried about you being kidnapped or just disappearing

Kinda PTSD from losing so many treasure hunting partners

Handholding :3

He loves to kiss you, but be warned, they can get pretty heated

Engineer:

Yes for both but typically in private

His pet names for you are baby and darling, but at this point Captain could totally be one of them too, but only when he says it because otherwise it’s just a title

Hugs, kisses, cuddles, hand holding (whenever people can’t see it)

It’s not that he’s ashamed to be seen as your boyfriend, but he gets worried about what the rest of the crew will think if they find out that his girlfriend is their beloved captain

Like, they don’t really like him, so how will that affect how they see and/or respect you?

Late night comfort sessions

Alright, you tell me, I'll finish the drawing. Which iplier ego is kissing (Y/n)?

Iplier Egos x reader - Love Languages HCs

Darkiplier

Giving: Gifts 

Based on how he treats you during ADWM, I'd assume he would like to give you things. 

Like, dude was offering you dinner, saying he could take you anywhere, he could give you ANYTHING.

I also think he'd smile if he saw how happy you'd be to receive the gifts.

Receiving: Quality Time 

Since he has access to anything and everything (except Mark's channel), he would probably just be happy if you spent some time with him

You two don't need to talk or anything, just be in the room with him and he'll be happy

Poor baby has spent so much time alone that he just needs to know someone's there for him nearby

Wilford Warfstache

Giving: Words of Affirmation

Honestly, this is one of the only things that makes sense to me

He uses so many nicknames for you (gumdrop, sweetheart, sweetie, honey, honey bunches, etc.) and loves to give you compliments

If you are the type to get super flustered when receiving compliments, he'll do it 10-fold with a smile

Receiving: Physical Touch 

Mans doesn't even know what’s real or not anymore

Like, he watched his friends die (by his hands or otherwise) in front of him

Give him hugs because it will remind him that you’re real and actually right in front of him

Cuddles

Lots and lots of cuddles

He loves being the small spoon

Googleplier

Giving: Acts of Service

Nothing more to say really

I mean, he’s GOOGLE IRL 

He genuinely likes helping you out

Especially if you’re the one who asks him to assist you in a task

Google likes to feel wanted and needed

Especially by you

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Make sure you tell him how much you appreciate his help

Especially if you pair your praises with a tight hug and/or a kiss

He’s a pretty confident guy, but even the mighty Google needs a reminder that he’s wanted

Bingiplier

Giving: Quality Time

Though he’s not as reliable and (formally) useful as Google, he’s actually a pretty fun guy to hang out with

He loves showing you tricks and going out to fun places with you

Honestly, he’s just happy when you’re with him

It makes him feel special

Receiving: Words of Affirmation 

Obviously

Poor baby needs to be told he’s good for something

Everyone compares him to Googleplier and it really kills his vibe

Please for the love of jimbalooshee tell him that he’s doing a good job

Tell him you love him

Say that he’s appreciated

JUST PLEASE LET HIM KNOW THAT HE’S NOT JUST THERE FOR DECORATION

He just wants to be loved and useful

Yandereplier

Giving: Gifts

He really likes giving you things

Stuffed animals, candy, flowers, body parts from a mutilated corpse, a new video game

Just whatever he thinks will make you smile 

Anything for his senpai~

Receiving: LEGIT ANYTHING

He’ll love almost anything you do!

His gifts are the things he’s stolen from you for his Senpai Shrine

He loves any compliments or comforting words you give him

He’s down for physical affection anytime and anyplace (especially in public)

Quality time is basically anytime

You’re his senpai!!

Dr. Iplier

Giving: Works of Service

Trust him

He’s a doctor

Just let him take care of you and he’ll be happy

He takes it upon himself to see that you’re happy and healthy

He does a really good job of it too

Receiving: Quality Time

He’s an ambivert

He spends all his extrovert energy at the hospital with his patients and colleagues

Then he comes home and recharges himself (hopefully with you)

If he's having a hard day, he'll invite you over just so you can pamper him

He loves coming home to a nice dinner then relaxing

Watching a movie and falling asleep on the couch together?

Heck yea

Late night cuddles if you're sleeping over?

Sign him up

Sometimes, he’ll decide to take a day off of works just so he can spend more time with you

Actor Mark

Giving: Gifts

Smug and rich(ish) boi

If he’s not too busy spoiling himself he’ll probably get you something (depends on his mood)

Don’t be surprised if he gets himself something better 

He says he deserves it

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

After Celine left him he kinda became a little self conscious

He gets nervous that you’ll leave him too

That’s why he (randomly) buys you gifts

You are gonna need to constantly tell him that you love him and that you aren’t leaving him

He does love you too

It’s just kinda hard to tell at times

Yancy

Giving: Quality Time

Prison boi loves spending time with you

You’re his first girlfriend in a long time

Maybe ever??

He can’t remember

He loves showing you new dance routines and songs he’s been working on

Every so often, he’ll sneak out with you to the prison roof and just spend a few hours stargazing (like a date)

Receiving: Physical Touch

Touch starved baby

He only displays affection when you’re alone, typically speaking

He does have a reputation to hold after all 

Yancy likes hugs 

He loves it when you hug him from behind 

Especially if you’re shorter

If you’re taller than him (over 5’ 10”) and rest your head on top of his it also makes him happy

It makes him feel like a teddy bear

Cuddling

Late night cuddles are his favorite

He also really likes kissing, but that is saved for when you two are alone or unless he’s jealous

Illinois Jones

Giving: Quality Time

He enjoys every moment you two can spend together

He’ll never admit it but he kinda hates being alone, so the fact that you decided to stick around possibly permanently??

Happy mans

He’s just happy to be around you

He loves sharing facts about different treasures or (if you see them out and about) different animals

He’s kinda like a golden retriever honestly (he gives off those vibes)

Receiving: Acts of Service

Help him pack for trips

Go through a trap for him

Take a heavier load when he’s tired

Anything like that

He really appreciates it

He likes to know that he isn’t the only one doing the work

He’s had lazy treasure hunting partners in the past and it WASN’T pleasant

Head Engineer Mark

Giving: Acts of Service

Have you seen this man??

He’s basically listening and ready as soon as you open your mouth

He feels happy knowing you trust him with a task

Or he’ll randomly do something helpful because he knows that you’ll be grateful

You yawn during late work hours? 

He’s there with a cup of coffee

You can’t fix something on your own?

He’s there to fix it by himself or alongside you

Forget Illinois, this man gives off TRUE golden retriever energy

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Everyone on the ship (except you) seems to hate him in some way

Tell him that he’s doing a good job and that he’s a good engineer

Please

He needs it more than you realize

He feels really bad about the whole Wormhole paradox incident 

You gotta comfort this man every so often because he’s on the brink of a breakdown sometimes but he knows how to hide it

Wilford Warfstache x reader - Problems

(Y/n) sat on a bench and checked her phone for the upteenth time, hoping to find some message from her boyfriend explaining why he hadn't arrived for their date. Her lock screen, showing the two of them smiling on the cart of a Ferris wheel, remained bare, not showing any new messages. Such a waste of a happy memory.

Tears began to obstruct (Y/n)'s vision. How many times had this happened before? How many times did she sit at a table or wait outside of a building for a man who would fail to show up? 

(Y/n) knew he was toxic and that she should just dump him and save what was left of her heart, but she couldn't bring herself to pull through with the impending break up. He was one of the only people who would actually put up with her weirdness. She should've just walked away.

The (Y/n) and her boyfriend had been dating since highschool, so all together they've been in a relationship for about 7 years. She expected him to propose any day now, but instead of a ring she didn't even get a phone call or a text. He had been pulling away since their freshman year of college. (Y/n) blamed it on exams and their jobs, but now she realized he just didn't care. 

As she came to this conclusion she began to cry. (Y/n) pulled up her messaging app and texted him. 

(Y/n): I hate you

To her suprise, he texted back a few seconds later. 

(Bf/n): What do you mean?

(Y/n): This is the sixth time in a row you've stood me up on a date. I hate you and I'm breaking up with you

(Bf/n): Come on baby, don't be like that

(Bf/n): We can work this out

She blocked his number before she could give a second thought. 

"Are you okay, miss. You seem rather upset." A slightly slurred voice behind her asked. (Y/n) turned around and was surprised to see a tall black haired man with a pink mustache looking at her expectantly. 

"M-me?" 

"Yes you." He said, booping her on the nose. "What's a cute bean like you doing with a frown and tears on your face? And the way you’re dressed up, are you here for a date?" (Y/n) blushed and looked down. "My boyfriend stood me up. He was supposed to meet me here two hours ago and won’t reply to any of my texts or calls. It's not the first time he’s done this either so I broke up with him. I guess I'm just a bit upset." 

The strange man sat down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Well that's understandable, but don't waste tears on a jerk like him. If he didn't care about you, then you don't have to care about him. He just isn't worth it and you deserve better." 

Some more tears spilled down (Y/n)'s cheeks and dropped onto the back of her hands. “That’s easy for you to say. He and I were in a relationship for over five years so I can’t just automatically get over him. It’s just not that simple.”

“I understand that. Love is a difficult thing. It makes you blind and at times clouds your judgment.” Explained the man as he turned (Y/n)’s face to look at him. “But when love is lost it doesn’t mean you can’t find it again.” 

“But who would love me? I’m weird. It’s a miracle I ever got into a relationship in the first place.” My consoler smirked. “You’re weird? Just look at me. I’m a grown man with a pink mustache and an accent even I can’t recognize, and I’m from America! I don’t think you can get much weirder than that.” (Y/n) laughed softly, though it was almost coughed out because she was nearly choking on her tears. 

“Who told you that you couldn’t be loved because you were weird?” He asked suddenly, making (Y/n) go silent again. The man frowned, not asking again but seeming to understand the unsaid answer. “What if I were able to prove that wrong?” She looked toward him again in confusion. “What?

“I won’t force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. It’s just a suggestion and I know this sounds crazy, but since you’re already dolled up, why don’t we have a little fun? Y’know.. two weirdos making town?” (Y/n) smirked, wiping the last of her tears away. “Sounds fun, but I don’t even know you. How do I know you aren’t just gonna end up kidnapping and killing me or something like that?” 

The man stuck out his hand with a wink. “The name’s Wilford Warfstache and I’ll do my best to not kidnap, kill, or something-like-that you while we’re out together.” (Y/n) laughed, a real laugh this time. “Alright then, Wilford. I’ll trust you just this once. Don’t screw this up for me okay? The name’s (Y/n) (L/n) by the way.” 

“I’ll probably screw it up in some way without even trying, just you watch, (Y/n).” 

(Y/n) knew it was a little crazy and probably incredibly stupid to trust this man whom she just met, but she needed a bit of sunshine today, and he seemed to be chock full of it. Wilford took her hand in his and led her through town to a quaint little diner. It had a kind of 70’s vibe to it but it was delightful and her new date looked like he felt right at home. 

“How do you seem to fit this environment so well?” She asked, looking at him curiously from across the table. “Well, I suppose everyone fits a certain day and age. Mine just happens to be as crazy as me. But what about you? Where do you think you fit in?” (Y/n) thought about it for a minute before deciding. “I think I fit in with the [year of choice (1970-2022)] people. I just feel more comfortable in those clothes and styles.”

When (Y/n) was thinking about the question, Wilford gazed at her. He had to admit, she was incredibly cute. It was nice to have someone else like him in the world. Even if she wasn’t exactly the same, it brought him comfort knowing that he wasn’t entirely alone. After Celine died disappeared, he had felt so empty and alone. He loved her with everything he was and she had fallen through his fingers like sand. But now he had a second chance. 

Someone who would give him a chance. 

Maybe it would take some time, and the two of them would likely only start off as friends, but Wilford knew (Y/n) was the woman who could finally fill the hole Celine had left behind. He could feel it in his mustache. 

As they waited for their food to arrive and even after it did, the two made small talk and learned more about each other. Wilford apparently was a television host and lived in a big house with his many brothers. How many brothers? Well, he didn’t answer that. (Y/n) told him about her own life. How she was a(n) [(older/younger/middle) sister of (number) / only child) and how she had a stable job as a (job description). Wilford listened eagerly, seeming to hang off of every word in anticipation. 

(Y/n) was happy that he would even listen. That was more than she ever got from her now ex-boyfriend. And it turned out that she and Wilford had a lot in common. It was nice knowing that there was someone else like her out there. Wilford was right. Just because she lost one relationship, it didn’t mean she couldn’t have another.

When they left the restaurant, the time was only half past one. They had the whole rest of the afternoon to goof off. As more time passed, (Y/n) almost forgot about her ex and was focused on having fun with her new friend. Wilford knew how to cheer her up and he was awfully good at it.  

Over time however, she began to notice how sad he looked. Yes, he smiled, but it wasn’t completely genuine. (Y/n) decided to try cheering him up. She took him to a carnival that was in town, something she had planned to do on her date in the first place. She wanted to make sure he was okay so she led him to one of the first rides that caught her eye, and somewhere they could speak in private. (Y/n) led him to the Ferris wheel and they sat opposite of each other in the car.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, looking at him in concern. “What?” He seemed confused. “Something’s bothering you. I can tell. What’s up?” Wilford looked down, his fluffy black hair falling slightly in front of his face, obscuring it from view. “I didn’t realize you were the observing type. Sorry if my attitude is bothering you?” (Y/n) shook her head. “Not at all. You helped me when I was upset. Why shouldn’t I help you?” He smiled a little, seeming to appreciate that. “Thank you, but I don’t want to annoy you with my problems.” 

(Y/n) leaned over and took his hand in hers. “You won’t annoy me. I promise. You can tell me what’s going on if you want to.” Wilford looked up and into her eyes. When was the last time someone had willingly listened to him? Yes, he had held meetings with his brothers and forced them to hear out his ideas, but here was (Y/n) asking and pleading for him to let out his pain. 

Tears came to his eyes and they slipped out before he could potentially stop them. The Ferris wheel car stopped at the top, rocking back and forth gently for a few seconds before becoming still. Wilford began to speak, his breathing burdened and choked. 

“I can’t accurately remember the last time I had this much fun with someone. I mean, I remember bits of exciting parties and events I’ve been to with my brothers and a few friends, though I can’t necessarily call them my friends. It’s just that.. well.. the last girl I took out on a kind of date is gone. She never broke up with me, but she’s gone. I know Celine is dead, but I don’t want to accept it. Before you, she was the last person to really treat me like a sane human being. But I’m not. I’m not sane. I’ve done so many horrible things in my life and, because of how I am, people don’t take me seriously. And who can blame them? I’m Wilford Motherloving Warfstache the pink mustached weirdo! Or have I switched names I’ve forgotten my real one? I don’t know anymore..”

(Y/n) was a bit overwhelmed by this new information, but took pity on the poor man. She walked over to his side of the car and gave him a large hug. He let out a choked sob and clung to her like a child with his mother. “I’m so sorry..” He whimpered into her shoulder. “I’ve ruined everything. I was supposed to cheer you up and here I am dampening the mood.” 

“You’ve made me so happy, Wilford. I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. I’m so sorry that your card hand of life is so awful. I’m sorry that Celine is gone. She sounds wonderful and I have no doubt that even in death she still loves you so much. You deserve such good things and even though you don’t see it now, know that it’ll get better. Don’t give up on yourself just yet.” 

Wilford looked up at her, his eyes slightly red and puffy, but slowly returning to their normal state. “Y-you really mean that?” (Y/n) smiled and leaned forward, kissing his forehead gently. “Every single word.” He hugged her again and breathed a rattled sigh of relief. “Thank you. Thank you so much, (Y/n). You don’t realize how much that means to me.” 

“We weirdos have to stick together, don’t we?” she asked, giggling as he smiled and booped her on the nose, just like he did when they first met. “That’s true. Thanks for the reminder, gumdrop.” He wiped the last of his tears away and the Ferris wheel car continued in descent until it reached the bottom and the door opened for the two of them. 

“Well, shall we?” Wilford offered his hand out and she took it, the two of them exiting the ride and joining the crowd outside.

All hints of sadness were gone as they enjoyed their evening. After many roller coasters, booth games, unhealthy but delicious food, and prizes later, they left the carnival and headed toward their car. The sun was going down, bathing the world in a beautiful orange color. Wilford had his arm around (Y/n)’s shoulder as they walked together, laughing and holding bags of cotton candy and some stuffed animals. It was the perfect evening.

“Hey, (Y/n)! Babe, is that you?” She recognized that voice and she turned toward it. There, running toward her, was her ex, (Bf/n). “What are you doing here?” She asked while Wilford glared at the new man. “What am I doing here? Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over the place for you! And who the heck is that? Are you seriously so sad after “breaking up with me” that you’ll take random street bums out?” 

Wilford wasn’t just glaring at (Bf/n) now, he was getting up in his chest. “I beg your pardon. I have a name y’know, and at least this “random street bum” is actually able to keep a date rather than blow it off. Also, she did actually dump you. Get your facts right.” (Y/n) watched this go down and she wasn’t sure if she should step in or not. 

(Bf/n) growled angrily. “I wasn’t talking to you, freak. Listen, (Y/n). I’m going to make it up to you. You don’t have to go and tear up your reputation anymore than you do already by going out with this 80’s screw up. He doesn’t even actually care about you anyway, weirdo.” 

As he reached to take hold of her arm, she slapped his hand away and glared at him. “First of all, he has a 70’s style. Second of all, you have no right to demand that I go with you. You’re a toxic person who doesn’t deserve me. I deserve much better than you, and Wilford is that better. I’m over you. And, yes, I’m weird. Get over it.” 

(Bf/n) looked like he was going to blow a blood vessel. “Why you little-” He tried to grab her again, only to back away as Wilford pointed a pistol in his direction. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on her. I will shoot whether you ask me to or not.” 

“You’re crazy..” (Y/n)’s ex whimpered as he held his hands in the air, surrendering.

“I get that a lot.” Said Wilford with a sneer. “(Y/n) get away from him.” pleaded (Bf/n), but she didn’t do as she was told and instead clung to Wilford’s arm. “The thing is, I feel safer with him than I do with you so.. no.” 

She took Wilford’s hand in hers and walked away and over to their car. “Ah yes. Our victory chariot!” She said, laughing and sliding into the passenger’s seat. (Bf/n) didn’t move from his spot and instead just stared at the two of them as they drove away. Wilford was shocked that (Y/n) didn’t freak out that he had a gun.

“Hey, was that pistol loaded?” She asked, looking at him as they stopped at a red light. “Uh.. yeah. I always carry around a loaded pistol.” She shrugged and leaned back in her chair. “Cool. Guns are fun.” Wilford couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. Yeah they are.” 

The rest of the ride was filled with a comfortable silence as he drove her home, (Y/n) pointing out the way. When they arrived, (Y/n) turned back to look at him in worry. “I just realized that we drove my car all the way here. How are you gonna get back to your house?” Wilford smiled and winked. “It’s not that far, just a snap and poof away.” 

“Are you sure? Do you need to call someone so they can pick you up?” 

“Nope! Don’t worry, sweetie.”

(Y/n) blushed and shrugged. “Alright. Whatever you say. Thanks again for this evening. It was amazing.” Her new date gave her a mustache covered grin as he bowed. “It was my pleasure.”

A thought occurred to her suddenly and she shuffled nervously. “Do you, maybe, want to do this again sometime? Y’know, without the exes and stuff like that?” 

That was an offer Wilford hadn’t expected to receive, but he was delighted to agree. He felt so happy. Happier than he had been in a long time. “Alright then,” Said (Y/n) giving him a kiss on the cheek and turning back to enter her house. “See you around Wilford!” 

At the sound of a snap, she turned around to see a small cloud of pink smoke and glitter fade into thin air. “Woah. I guess it really was a snap and a poof away.” She knew he was a bit crazy, but honestly, so was she. That day, both of them had met the person who made them feel whole again. And they were both weirdos with problems. 

Who else would they have been?

Yancy x reader - Behind the Pen

(Y/n) had come to expect letters arriving in her cell every other day. It was a constant thing now. Her family wrote to her occasionally, but the majority of notes she received were from someone she didn't recognize. 

And how could she recognize a letter from someone who never signed it? 

As cliche as it sounded, her apparent admirer was constantly complimenting her through his penmanship. The only reason she knew he was a male was because he had said before in a past letter, "A man like me doesn't deserve an angel like you." 

That comment had made her blush so much that the other female prisoners worried she was running a fever. 

(Y/n) held a new note in her hand, admiring just how simple it was. A small piece of paper with the front held together by a red heart sticker, like you would find on a first grader's valentine. Inside was some messy yet intelligible handwriting that looked like an attempt at fancy calligraphy.

"(Y/n), 

A dove like you should be away and free from us ravens and crows. But of course, this jailbird fell in love with you and can only dream of making you his own. After what I've done with my life, how could I deserve to even be close to you, much less your lover? Nevertheless, like Romeo, I will continue to love you, my Juliet, even if it kills me." 

(Y/n) blushed and walked out of her cell and made it to the yard where a majority of people were gathered. Like usual, they were either playing basketball, lifting weights, or taking a small nap in the sunlight. It was a gorgeous day outside and sleep sounded very appealing, but (Y/n) had something to do first.

"Hey guys!" She greeted her fellow female prisoners, the letter clutched in her hand. Tiny, one of the tougher girls, smiled at her mischievously. "Ohhh~ you got another letter? What does it say this time?" 

Some of the other girls crowded around her to hear the reply as it was read out. They were all romantics in some kind of way and a secret admirer story unfolding right in front of them was certainly exciting. 

"Well, he told me that I didn't belong in a place like this, and he even called me his Juliet." Some of the ladies let out an "awww" and Tiny wrapped her arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders. "Man, he really seems to have a thing for you, huh? Who do you think it is?" 

"I don't know. I keep hoping I can pick up signs or some kind of hint when I interact with the boys, but I'm not picking up on anything. I guess I'm just really boggled that I even have a.." 

She trailed off as she looked toward a group of 8 boys playing basketball over in the prison court. There, being patted on the back after an amazing 2-point shot, was Yancy. (Y/n) blushed, seeing how his slightly damp shirt clung to his toned body, his skin slightly shining from sweat as he panted and smiled at his teammates. 

Time just seemed to move in slow motion when she looked at him. He was beyond attractive. He was so handsome, he could kill ladies with just a look. Heh, maybe that's another reason why he was in prison. 

"(Y/nnn)? Hello?" Tiny waved a hand in front of her face, seeing that her friend had zoned out. "Huh? Oh sorry. Were you asking me something?" Some of the other girls gave each other knowing looks and (Y/n) looked at them in confusion. "Am I missing something?" 

"You have it rough for him, huh?" Asked Tiny and (Y/n)'s face erupted into a bright red blush. "Huh? Why would you say that? He's my friend, granted that he's a very attractive friend, but still!" 

"Girl, admit it. You have a big ol' crush on Yancy." (Y/n) knew she was caught and she looked down in embarrassment. "I.. gosh I know I do but I feel kinda bad about it because I have no idea who's writing me these notes. I kinda hope it's him, but if it's not I'm gonna feel terrible if I don't like this guy back and reject him."

"Reject who?" 

(Y/n) stiffened, recognizing the voice that came up behind her. "Oh, hey Yancy," said Tiny with a smirk, "we were just talking about (Y/n)'s secret admirer." (Y/n) turned around to see the scruffy faced man she had grown to love. He smiled while his tattooed hand rubbed the back of his neck. 

"A secret admirer eh? You don't usually see dat in prison. Yous gots any idea who it could be?" (Y/n) shook her head. "I don't recognize the handwriting and I haven't really got any other clues, so no not really. Do you know anything?"

Yancy shrugged. "We males don't really talk about all dat romance and lovey dovey stuff, but I'll keep an eye out for ya." 

"T-thanks." Was all (Y/n) could say while shyly looking up at his grinning face. He really was so kind. A criminal with a heart of gold. Yancy nodded at the girls behind (Y/n) and turned to leave, joining the other boys back on the court. 

Turning back, (Y/n) saw the girls smirking and looking at her expectantly. “What? Is there something on my face?” Tiny shook her head and laughed softly. “No, it’s just that some of us already know who your admirer is.” (Y/n) was shocked. “What?? Who is it?? Tell me!” Giggling, the girls began to move away, shaking their heads. “Sorry, we can’t say anything. Good luck figuring it out though.” 

“Tiny! Guys! Come on, I thought we were friends!” Laughed the (h/c) female as she chased after them. 

From across the yard, Yancy watched their interaction and he bit his lip nervously. He knew that Tiny and the other girls wouldn’t tell (Y/n) about his secret crush on her, but still, he swore that they loved to tease him with their knowing looks. “Oi, Yancy pay attention!” Said Sparkles McGee, tossing him the basketball. “Sorry. Was just thinking ‘bout stuff, y’know.” 

Bam Bam smirked at him. “Oh, thinking about (Y/n) again are we?” Yancy looked over at him quickly, “What? No! ‘Course not. What makes youse say dat? I think of other things.” 

“Riiiiight, because staring at her and losing touch with reality means you’re thinking about other things.” Laughed McGee and Yancy pouted a little. “Shut up, it isn’t like dat.” 

“We all know about those love notes you’ve been sending her. I’m surprised she doesn’t know it’s you sending them yet.” 

“Well, she doesn’t need t’know either.” Snapped the handsome prisoner, glaring at his friends and tossing the basketball to the net only to miss. “I doubt she feels the same anyway.” 

“Are you kidding?” said Bam Bam, looking at Yancy with evident shock and confusion. “Have you seen the way she looks at you? I swear you’re just as oblivious as she is!” This was news to the man in question and he looked over to where his crush sat with her friends. She relaxed under a tree, her (h/c) hair slightly messy from the light breeze that flowed through the yard. She laughed, her melodious voice sounding like a symphony to Yancy. 

(Y/n) suddenly looked over at him when Tiny pointed him out. She smiled at him, waving, and as he blushed, he waved back. His heart beat so fast and he resisted the urge to run away to his cell. He had a reputation to uphold as the Prison Tough Guy. Turning away, he saw the guys smirking at him and he shook his head, the basketball being passed to him again. “Shut up youse guys.”

-time skip-

As (Y/n) sat in her cell a few nights later, unable to sleep. She was thinking about her admirer. Who could it possibly be? Gosh, she hoped it was Yancy. No, she shouldn’t get her hopes up. Any girl would die to have him as their lover, even if he was a murderer, but Yancy sees all the prisoners as family, so he probably only sees her as a sisterly figure. Her secret admirer was probably someone else. 

That same night, Yancy slaved over pieces of paper in his cell. He struggled to come up with the right words to write down, having to start over every time he made a mistake. “You’re my own personal angel.. Ugh no. ‘ve used somethin’ like dat already. Uhh.. You’re so beautiful… naw. Gosh I’ve used up everythin’.” His eyelids were drooping, exhaustion washing over his body. Yancy wanted to give (Y/n) another letter, but he was too tired to write. “Oh well. Maybe I’ll finish it tomorrow..” He thought as he drifted off to sleep surrounded by his crumpled papers.

-timeskip-

“Have you guys seen Yancy?” Asked (Y/n) the next morning. He hadn’t shown up for breakfast which was very unlike him. Both girls and boys alike shook their heads, but then one voice piped up. “I passed by his cell on the way to breakfast,” said Sparkles McGee, “He was fast asleep. I think he was writing a new song or something last night and zonked out in the middle of it.” 

“Why don’t you go wake him up, (Y/n).” Suggested Tiny and (Y/n) nodded. “Sure. I’ll be back.” She stood up and made her way down the hall to Yancy’s cell. Sure enough, when she entered, the soft sound of Yancy’s light snoring. 

(Y/n)’s heart melted at the adorable sight before her. Yancy was curled up in his bed, cuddling both his pillow and his prison bed blanket. Around him were a bunch of crumpled up pieces of paper. (Y/n) frowned, wondering what exactly he had been writing so late at night. Sure she could just assume that they were just tossed lyrics to a new song, like McGee said, but curiosity was a powerful force and she couldn’t help but look. 

She opened the nearest piece of wrinkled paper and her eyes widened. It was a note for her, but most of the writing was scribbled out. (Y/n) could only make out a few words and sentences here and there as she continued looking through the discarded notes. Lots of the phrases were familiar. The handwriting was sloppy but legible, writing out similar sentences to previous letters she had received. (Y/n) could barely contain her tears of joy as she looked at the sleeping man before her. 

Yancy was her secret admirer all along.

Placing the gathered papers to the side, (Y/n) crept over to his side and she smiled, reaching over and gently caressing the right side of his face. Yancy leaned into her touch in his sleep, letting out a small purr of pleasure. The poor man was touch starved after all his years in prison and now he finally had the chance to receive the comfort and love that he was craving. 

Slowly, Yancy’s eyes began to open and he looked up into (Y/n)’s shining eyes. “(Y-Y/n)? What’re you…” his voice trailed off as her hand trailed up his chiseled jaw into his black hair. He began to fully wake up and he realized what was happening as well as the state of his cell, or more accurately the state which his cell was supposed to be in. 

He sat bolt upright, accidentally hitting his head on the top bunk and almost squashing (Y/n)’s hand, and looked around to find that all the papers that were previously strewn around on the floor were nowhere to be found. “Looking for these?” Came (Y/n)’s teasing voice as she held up a stack of small wrinkled papers. 

Yancy paled noticeably and his hands began to shake. “(Y-Y/n), p-please, I can explain!” He stood up from his bed, fear written all over his face. “Yancy-” 

“No, please listen. I know I’ve been lyin’ to ya about not knowing who was writin’ youse those letters, but I was afraid that youse wouldn’t like me back ‘n I just wanted youse to kinda fall in love with me indirectly before I asked youse to be mine, y’know?”

“Yancy, I-”

“I understand if youse don’t like me back, but-”

“YANCY!!!” He stopped speaking and looked at (Y/n) as she looked at him with an amused smile. “You don’t need to explain yourself. Heck, you had me mostly convinced it was someone else writing these letters.”

“I.. I did?”

“Yes!” Laughed (Y/n), “You did! Honestly, I would’ve felt awful if I had to reject my admirer because they weren’t the person I fell in love with. The letters were flattering, but it would’ve been so much easier just to tell me that you liked me after spending time getting to know me.” Yancy blushed and looked away before she used her hand to gently bring his gaze back to her. 

“And I like you too, Yancy, in a romantic way. I have for a really long time.” 

Yancy blushed so hard and he rubbed his neck shyly. She smiled, taking his free hand and squeezing it. “Alright, well let’s go to breakfast. The others are going to get suspicious if I never come back after going to get you.” 

“Heh, I guess so, since they already knew about my little crush on youse.” 

Even though they both knew they should leave, neither of them really wanted to. It was a nice change of pace to just have time for the two of them. (Y/n) looked up at Yancy and leaned up, kissing him gently. 

The kiss only lasted a second, but it brought one of the best feelings either of them had ever felt. “I… you..” stumbled Yancy, struggling to say coherent words as he touched his lips in awe. He looked back at (Y/n) with a hopeful expression. 

“C-could we do that again?” 

(Y/n) laughed and nodded, “Of course.” This time, Yancy was the one to take the lead, leaning down and gently holding the sides of her face in his large hands. His lips met hers in a passionate hunger which took (Y/n) off guard. It was a sloppy kiss, clearly inexperienced but euphoric to experience for the both of them. 

“Y-Yancy, we’re gonna get caught. I was sent to find you and bring you to breakfast. Everyone’s gonna get suspicious if I never come back.” Yancy kissed (Y/n) again with a small possessive growl. “I don’t care if we get caught. I gotta start showin’ the others around here dat your mine, sweetheart. You’re so dang beautiful. Wouldn't be surprised if one of them started a fight with me over youse.” 

Something about him calling her ‘sweetheart’ and getting really protective really got her knees weak and face red. “E-even so. What would the warden say?” That last part is what finally got Yancy to stop. “Fine, I’ll stop..” His arms wrapped around (Y/n)’s frame in a warm hug which was happily reciprocated. 

“I love youse, (Y/n).”

“I love you too, Yancy.”

Back in the cafeteria, some of the others were starting to wonder when (Y/n) was going to come back, hopefully with their leader in tow. “Do you think something happened?” Asked Hank, looking over at McGee who was smirking. “Something romantic, maybe.”

Tiny groaned and shook her head in amusement. “I swear the two of them are so dang oblivious they better get together soon because I don’t think I can take the tension and stupidity anymore.” There was a hefty laugh that filled the room but it was soon replaced with cheers as Yancy and (Y/n) walked in from the hallway, holding hands and blushing madly. 

From his office, the warden laughed softly, looking at the new couple in one of the security monitors. “It’s about dang time.” he murmured, taking a long sip of his lukewarm coffee.