Markiplier Madness {Oneshots and requests!!!}

Yancy x Fem Reader FLUFF

Huge apology to MisfitMania
This request should NOT have taken as long as it did and I'm so sorry It did. Here it is though! Hope you still like it!

It was visitation day at Happy Trails Penitentiary. You were bouncing off the walls with joy. You would get to see Yancy for the first time in months.
You had plans.
You wanted to give him a gift.
The sweet boy deserved it, after all. You got him a simple sweater with a book and a little book light. It wasn't much, but it was entertainment for him. You thought Yancy would enjoy the said book. The book light was for nighttime and his sweater. Well, the sweater was actually yours. It was plain black. Nothing special. It was too big on you and you thought he might find comfort in it.

You got up at 9 a.m. that morning. You quickly got dressed and brushed your teeth. You brushed your hair on the way out the door. You put the sweater in the car the night before, so you didn't have to worry about it. You drove to a nearby dollar store and bought a cheap book light. You had to drive by Walmart anyway, so you stopped there to get him extra batteries for it.

It's about a 30-minute drive to Happy Trails, but it felt like forever. The drive home was nothing, the drive there seemed like it was a whole hour long. You felt the acid in your stomach, the blood in your veins, and the bones in your core as you walked into the penitentiary. You were hyper-aware of you and your surroundings.
You did the usual check-in and wait. Almost an hour later, an hour of heavy breathing and overthinking, you were called back. You sat out on that visitor's patio with your gifts to him. You saw that sweet prison boy be escorted to you.

"(Y/N)!! It's you!" He sat down next to you, for a change. Normally he sat across from you.

"Yeah, it's me, Yance. How have you been?"

"Aw, it's been great. Me n' the family gotta holda some new music."

Of course, he was working on a musical number. This was typical of him.

"We also found out that the place has rodents. Hank found a opossum in the kitchen. So me an' the boys trapped 'im. His name is Junior. We had to release him though. Mr. Murder Slaughter found out bout him."

"Yancy, you never cease to amaze me."

"Shucks, (Y/N). I'm just livin as an ol prisoner."

You giggled and grabbed his gifts. You but them on the table between you two.

"I brought you gifts!"
Yancy immediately perked up.
"(Y/N), how many times do I gotta tell ya, I don't need no gifts. Gettin' to see youse is enough for me."
He's such a sweetheart. That's why you loved him. You've loved him since that one night in the penitentiary. He helped you escape, even when you beat him up.

You placed the book and sweater up on the table first. Yancy unfolded the sweater and took a look at it before looking at the book. You watched his eyes twinkle with surprise and amazement. He looked at you when you moved. You were handing him the book light with the batteries. You heard him audibly gasp.
He took the book light and the extra batteries from you. He just stared at it all. You furrowed your eyebrows. Did he not like them? Did you disappoint him? You saw his eyes well up with tears. He looked at you.

"(Y/N)...what did I's do to deserve this?"

"What do you mean Yancy? I just got you a couple of gifts I thought you'd-"
You were cut off by Yancy hugging you. He buried his face into your shoulder. He grabbed his arms around you and gripped tightly to the fabric of your clothing.

"Yance I-"
You decided to just hug him back. The hug was awkward due to the fact that he was hugging your side, but you managed.

"Youse is too good f-fo this world. N-nobody can replace someone like youse." He said before breaking the embrace. He looked at the sweater. He recognized it from somewhere.
After a couple of moments of staring at it and trying to calm down, he spoke again.

"Have I seen this sweater before, (Y/N)?"

"Well, yeah. It's a sweater I got that was too big. I thought it would be better than something new."

You saw him smile gleefully. He loved it more now than he did before. It was yours. It smelled like you. It reminded him of you. It was something to give him comfort when he needed it most. He put it on the table and turned towards you.

"Thank youse, (Y/N)."

"It was nothing Yance."

"No, I's mean it, " He leaned towards you, "Thank youse."

You felt your face heat up. It reddened more when he cupped your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours.
He looked you in the eyes.
"Uh...I'm not very good at this kinda stuff but uh... May I...ya know?"

You would have laughed if you weren't out of breath.

"Y-yeah. G-go ahead."

Yancy's eyes widened. It was like he expected you to say no. He took a deep breath before kissing you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing back as he pressed deeper. He pulled away and looked at you.

"W-was that okay?”
You giggled
"Of course it was, Yance."

Yancy let out a sigh of relief.
"I's really like youse, (Y/N). I have for...a while now."

These words hit you like a truck. A good truck, but a truck nevertheless.

"Uhm..."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I's get it if youse don't feel-"

"I was gonna say I do too. I really like you too."

"O-oh." You saw him turn a dark shade of red before hearing an alarm go off. You knew that sound better than any other. That was the 5-minute alarm. Yancy would have to go soon. You looked at him sadly. He shared the same expression before carefully pulling out of your grasp.

"Well, I guess I's gotta go."

"Yeah...that's ok though. I'll see you 3 Sundays from now, okay? It will fly by."

"Yeah....yeah! Only 3 Sundays. I'll try and write down all the fun stuff that happens!"
The two of you shared a laugh before you helped him gather his stuff. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before walking to the exit. You turned back to him. He was standing in a shocked daze. You decided to tell to him.

"Visitation, every third Sunday!"
He looked at you and waved. You saw him go to the guards at the door to the penitentiary. You turned around and walked out. You stopped at the front desk and scheduled the next visitation early. You would spend the whole day with him.

You couldn't wait for the 3rd Sunday of next month.