The Iplier Ego's X Male! Reader **REQUESTS OPEN**

Yancy & Reader - first meeting/fight

you had been thrown in happy trials penitentiary for a crime you refuted you had committed, a murder of a man named mark, and subsequently, you didn't like your imprisonment, deeming it unfair and outrageous, you were the district attorney for heaven's sake! yet that didn't save you from a life sentence with a chance of parole, so because of your unfair treatment you refused to speak with the inhabitance of this prison, deeming it a waste of time to the guards, but there was one man that wouldn't let your silence be, a man by the name of Yancy.

he was a peculiar fellow; a terrible Brooklyn accent made his chatter funny to listen to as he attempted to command the other prison attendees, and for some odd reason they would listen to his every whim, if he said dance they would practice, if he told them to sing the prison turned into a choir, it was horrible when he practiced at odd hours of the night, on certain nights you would crack, find a way out of your cell and go bang on his door to get him to shut up, but tonight, he came to you.

you were reading like many other nights, hands delicately turning the pages so as to not rip them as you wordlessly scanned them, suddenly a sound came from outside your door, you glanced up, expecting a guard or something but were instead met with the macho man himself, he had somehow gotten in almost undetected, whether the previous noise was intentional or not you loathed the sight of this man, his furrowed eyebrows and scrunched posture putting you on edge as you put the bookmark graciously given to you by the warden between the pages of your book.

"What do you want," you asked bitterly as you sat up on the uncomfortably stiff bed, sliding the book under your pillow "I want to know if yous think yous is funny." you raised an eyebrow as you swung your legs over the side, standing at least a foot taller than the prison bird "excuse me?" "yous know what I mean! yous keep on interruptin' my practice time!" he exclaimed, you rolled your eyes "only when you sing at the top of your lungs at one in the morning, some of us are trying to sleep!" you retorted back, he gritted his teeth in anger as he stepped up closer to you, puffing his chest out to look stronger. 

"If yous got a problem, then jus' say it!" at this point his chest was touching yours "Okay then, I have a problem with your loud, high-pitched singing, I too am an appreciator of opera but not when you chew it up and spit it out like a half-witted Kookaburra with a speech impediment is signing, it sounds like a poorly made child's toy is singing in D minor!" suddenly his fist connected with your jaw, knocking you down as he seethed above you, you shook off the punch and dragged his leg, pulling him down to the floor with you, getting on top of him and landing an elbow to his nose, a sickening crunch sounding as you began mercilessly beating him, months of pent-up rage and disdain coming out swing after swing. halfway through your assault, a guard tackled you off the poor man as another pulled Yancy out, a small trail of blood from his cheek marking their path as the guard who tackled you dragged you to solitary confinement.   

after a week of solitary, you were allowed to join back with the general population, but no one attempted conversation, if you said move, they would scatter like rats, and the big man himself looked worse for wear, some stitches lining his face, a busted lip and a still healing black eye and broken nose, but the best part of this was he had stopped his ear aching singing, his jaw still hurting from being dislocated, but eventually word got around that it was you who had beaten down that insufferable man, and that ended with you getting jumped by some of his friends, leaving you with two stab wounds and a broken arm.

currently, Yancy and his gang of singing criminals were sitting, eating lunch, and talking about the last week's events when three of his friends grabbed his attention "we beat up the guy who beat the shit out of Yancy" they giggled, Yancy placed down his fork of food, a look of pure shock and disbelief on his face, finally he mustered the singular word "why?" "We can't just let you get beat up without teachin' the other guy a lesson" just as they were discussing, you waddled in, a thick cast around your arm and bandages wrapping your mid-section, a guard trailing behind with your food, you were silent as you sat, wincing as you attempted to keep your back straight, it was a sad sight to bear as you quickly ate your food and limped off to your cell, presumably to read.

you had been given a chair in which to do activities so your stab wounds could heal, and a fresh pile of books next to your chair as the book cart had just rolled by, though you were in an excessive amount of pain you were content with the way in which today had gone, no bothering from the other prisoners and no mishaps with your back, not like yesterday when a guard accident slapped you on your back right where a shank had been plunged through you, needless to say, the nurses were pissed at him and so were you, but right now you were alone in your cell, reading and happy, that was until you heard knocking on your cell door. You looked up and your face went from a soft, content smile to a displeased frown, there behind the bars stood none other than Yancy "oh... it's you" he smiled nervously, showing off your handy work with a missing tooth.

"Can I come in?" he asked as you placed down your book and got up, slowly so as to not feel the stabbing pain of the hole through your abdomen, he winced slightly as you stood to your fill Hight "I really have no choice, do I?" he smiled again before sliding into the cell "look i's jus' come here to say to yous that I'm sorry for how my friends acted" he said, fiddling with his fingers like a child in trouble "yous don't have to take my apology but i's just wanted to let you know how i's felt about this whole sitchiashon" you snorted slightly at his pronunciation of situation, such a small-minded man in such large world, you quickly shook it off and cleared your throat "fine, yes I accept your apology and I, myself wish to apologize for your whole..." you motioned at his face with a grimace, he let out a hearty laugh "Nah it's cool, i's did hit first after all"

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Word count -1215

I know it's not really an 'x reader' thing but I thought it would be fun to write, so I went with it! I might do a continuation next chapter but for now, enjoy. also, there are a couple of easter eggs hidden in the story, have fun finding them ;)