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YANCY HEAD CANNONS

An: This was originally a request on Wattpad! If you’d like certain head cannons for an ego hit up my inbox and request some!

• He killed his folks because they were often abusive towards him. Mostly mentally and verbally but sometimes it got physical.

•It was a crime of passion

•Yancy was the main breadwinner of his home

•He worked three to four jobs at a time, barely getting sleep. He also had to cook and clean, since his parents would get drunk a lot and not do it at all.

•It was a struggle. Bills often weren't paid on time. So, during winter, he'd be freezing his ass off as his parents complained and complained. Calling him lazy and worthless.

•It got to him a lot over time.

•He ended up joining a gang, since they were the only ones who treated him like he was worth something.

•He only killed his parents when he got kicked out for refusing to steal.

•He just got so mad.

•Not only did he have a hard day at work, but he got kicked out of the gang too? And beat too a bloody pulp? And his parents end up yelling at him for more beer? When he's already done enough?!

•He got mad. He got angry. He blacked out.

•When he realized what he'd done, he called the cops and confessed.

•At first, when he was in prison, he hated it there. Then, over time, when he realized he didn't have to pay for anything and things were actually stable there, he came to love it.

•The warden noticed, and took him under his wing.

•His whole world changed after you came though.

FREEDOM ROUTE

•When you chose to be free, Yancy was.. sad, to say the least

•He missed you

•The prison changed when you left

•Routines got boring

•Life became sort of listless

•But as visiting day came closer and closer, he couldn't help but get excited.

•He wanted you to come so bad..

•AND THEN YOU DID!

•He was so damn happy!

•He's never been visited before! You're his first visitor!

•He didn't think you would come but you did! And you even brought him a few gifts too!

•Then it was over, but you promised to come again

•Every time you come, you always ask if he wants to come too.

•He always says one day.

•You do visit him on days that aren't visiting days though.

•Especially as you start to get to know him more, since he's so interesting

•You love surprising him in the middle of the night by sneaking into prison and saying hi

•He won't admit that he loves it when you do that, it always makes him happy

PRISON ROUTE

•When you decided to stay, Yancy was so happy! Now he can teach you all about prison life! Show you the ropes!

•You get to know a lot of the prisoners

•You become one of the family!

•Every Tuesday, Yancy teaches dance classes, and you're his favorite student

•Also, everyone (well, almost everyone) gets drunk on hooch wine every Thursday

•Even the guards

•It pisses off the warden to no end, but what's he gonna do? Punish everyone?

•Anyway, he won't admit it, but he does drink some of that wine too

•Also, every Wednesday there's a craft day

•A movie night every Saturday

•When it's Yancy's turn to pick, he picks a musical

•Prison life is fun

•That's why.. no body likes parole.

•Lets just say you.. end up shanking someone to stay in prison, much to Yancy's surprise and enjoyment. He's done that too, in fact, he was the one who suggested you do it.

GENERAL HEADCANNONS

•Growing up, Yancy watched Newsies (which he had on VHS) over and over again

•Also, he rewatched Annie too

•He loves musicals so much

•He one day hopes to see Newsies on Broadway one day

•He wrote his first song when he was five years old (it was something about making pancakes for his mom)

•He barely remembers

•He wrote a lot of songs in middle school and up till sophomore year of high school

•Then he joined the gang and quit to fit in

•Then he went to prison and started writing them again

•His fellow inmates loved his songs! They were so catchy and energetic!

•Yancy learned to dance by watching a lot of public programming and infomercials

•He also learned from musicals

•He loves Disney but won't admit it

•His favorite Disney movie is Princess and the frog, since he can relate a lot to Tiana. He knows what it's like to work hard. Plus he admires her for working hard and making a life for herself!

•Yancy is an utter romantic

•He gets a lot of crushes

•Like, a lot

•On boys.. on girls.. anybody!

•He often feels ashamed of it

•He's not supposed to love so many people! He's gotta choose a side!

•But when he's in prison, he's often reminded that he doesn't have to chose a side. Love is love.

An: This was originally posted on my Wattpad account— Emmawinterfrost (or SierraColor) I have a whole one shot book there! I hope you enjoy this fluffy Drabble! ❤️❤️

Surrounded by flowers— flashes of pink, a scattering of yellow, and green stalks rising towards the sun, like long arms reaching towards the depths of the cyan sky.

Day dreams surrounded you, a speckle of daisies, a book stretched across your chest, the light caressing your face as you closed your eyes. Birds chirped, trees fluttered in the warm breeze, and thoughts, like dandelion seeds, fluttered on the wind of your mind.

You wondered, what would happen if you gave Yan a flower? Would he like it?

Frowning, you opened your eyes, and looked up at the sky, the clouds looked like pieces of cotton that someone stretched out, long lines full of fish scales and fluffy puffs of white.

Sitting up, your head peaked above the green yellow grass, which, to you, shone like shards of watery emeralds in the sunlight.

Biting your lip, you looked at the soft, wildflowers that surrounded you.

Would he like flowers?

Nervously, you picked the fluffy pink flowers that clustered around you, along with some red and yellow ones, whose petals opened like the mouths of lions.

Smiling, you gathered your book, and ran out of the field that you had wondered off to.

You knew Yan would often worry about you wondering off, but you couldn’t help it sometimes, the world was just so pretty— why wouldn’t you want to go and explore it?

Humming, you walked through the field, gathering flowers— bits of peachy bulbs that flocked together, a stalk or two of one flower that resembled a sunflower, but it was red, with yellow edges, and small white ones that looked almost like starfish.

Swinging your bouquet, you walked into the woods.

You loved the sounds of the forest Yan and his family lived by, the joyous giggle of the creek, the gossip of the trees, and the chirping of the birds.

You couldn’t help but smile as you passed the big oak that guarded the entrance to the woods, and went inside the big house through the opened back door.

You loved Yan’s house, it was modern, had a swimming pool, and was surrounded by lots of pretty things! It made you smile whenever you saw it, because it reminded you of an egg. Chuckling at the thought, you went out of the kitchen, and up the stairs, towards Yan’s room.

Shyly, you knocked on his door, hiding the flower’s behind you back. You waited a few moments before opening it.

“Yan?”

A whimper came from the curled piles of blankets on the bed.

“Yan-Yan? You okay?” You asked worriedly, approaching the pile.

“Senpai?”

“Yeah.. it’s me..”

Suddenly, as if a spark of life came to him, he rushed out of bed and hugged you.

“I missed you so much! I was so worried! Are you okay?” He asked, taking your face into his hands, and checking your cheeks.

Smiling, you nodded.

“I got you something!”

“Huh?”

“I got you something!”

Yan blinked in surprise, and started to blush.

“Y—you did?”

“Mhm!” A small smile came onto your face, as you slowly pulled your arm out from behind your back. “Do you wanna seeeeeeeeeee?” You teased,leaning towards him.

He nodded eagerly, and nervously fidgeted with his hands, as he took them away from your cheeks and put them behind his back.

Excitedly, you took out the bouquet of wildflowers, and presented it in front of him.

He gasped.

“S..senpai!” Yan exclaimed, putting his hands over his mouth.

Giggling at his cuteness, you smiled fondly at him, “..I know it’s not a fancy bouquet or anything—b-but.. I.. well, I just saw the flowers and thought of you, because flowers are pretty and they make me really happy, like you do.”

Yan’s eyes widened as he nervously reached to grab the flowers, he felt his heart flutter like a hummingbird in his chest, and he could feel his stomach doing back flips and flopping like a fish.

“Senpai..”

He noticed the way you smiled, and the way you looked down softly, and the way your eyes met his, bursting with rose colored love.

“I love you, Yan.”

Then, his heart burst.

“Say it again.” He pleaded quietly, a hand caressing your cheek tenderly.

“I love you so much Yan.”

“Oh Senpai..” he whispered.

“I love you to the moon and past the stars and past the edge of the universe and I love you all the way back to past the edge to earth, if that makes sense..I’m kind of rambling...but— “

Pulling you closer, he gently grabbed your chin, lifting your face towards his.

His eyes were filled with love, and that love fell down like spring rain on the earth of your soul, you could feel sprouts of affection blooming inside of your chest as his eyes stared into yours.

You felt afraid and vulnerable at the same time, whenever you stared into his eyes, because sometimes you worried he would see all those insecurities and all those things you hated about yourself and leave. Leave. Gone. Poof. Vanish. Like everyone else in your life.

But at the same time, you felt vulnerable— and valued, like you were a fragile doll he was holding in his soft, calloused hands.

Yan leaned closer, and he could feel your breath on his lips.

Looking into your eyes, he found heaven— no, something better than heaven! The way you looked at him, full of love and admiration made his chest burst—burst, like fireworks going off in July and Ramune soda after the bead was pushed down, and all the bubbles burst and popped and fizzled.

He felt safe in your eyes, and in your touch, and he couldn’t wait to not kiss you any longer because god, your lips looked— they looked delicious and pretty and he knew it was weird to think of lips as delicious, but he wanted to taste yours over and over again, memorizing the taste with his tongue.

He kissed you.

He kissed you and the world exploded.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and your hand went into his hair, and you desperately pulled him closer, because you loved him.

And his lips on yours felt like flowers, flowers bursting into bloom underneath the sun.

Pulling away from you, he smiled, and said: “I love you.”

“Say it again.” You whispered.

“I love you. All the way past the edge of the universe, and even farther than that, and I’ll still love you, even when I’m dead and only bones in the ground.”

“Oh Yan..”

You put a hand to his cheek, and kissed him again.

He tasted your lips and they tasted like flowers, and he could taste your breath. His tongue flicked over your lips, and you let him in, and he greedily licked and explored your mouth, tasting every part of you.

You let him, and your tongue went along with his, while he traced every tooth, you traced the roof of his mouth and the inside of his cheek. He pulled away, a trail of spit connecting the two of you.

Panting, he looked into your eyes again, and kissed you softly.

“I love you.” He whispered, putting the flowers on the nightstand.

“I love you too.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he picked you up, carrying you to bed.

He sat you in his lap, and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"I could spend all day kissing you."

You smiled, "Then, why don't you?"

Chuckling, he gently grabbed your chin, turning you to him, and kissed you.

Standing behind the podium, bright lights shining on you, you watched the charming man give the other two contestants easy questions.

He was clearly playing favorites, but didn't say anything—you needed cash. The game show host was being an asshole, a handsome asshole wearing a suit, but an asshole none the less.

"You!" He pointed at you, a charming smile crossing his face, "Who wrote the poem Do not go gentle into that good night?"

You looked at the man, and laughed, "That's easy! Dylan Thomas!"

Slack jawed, his eyebrows raised in surprise, he stared at you, "..That.. that is correct! 500 points for the young lady!"

You smiled sarcastically at the man, "Oh joy!" You exclaimed, as he asked Matthias:

"Who was he first president of the United states of America?"

"George Washington!" A ding played, and his five hundred went to a thousand.

He turned to a man named Ryan,

"What was the greatest disaster in American history?"

"The emoji movie."

You laughed as soon as Ryan said this, holding your sides and wheezing.

"That is correct! Honestly, Regan, you get better every time you come on here!"

He turned to you, as if suddenly remembering you were there, "Who was Vincent Van Gogh's brother?"

"Theo Van Gogh." Another five hundred points for you.

"Well, isn't someone smart! Who wrote Slaughter House- Five?"

"Kurt Vonnegut." Another five hundred points.

You smiled, you probably wouldn't win, but hey, you got points! The other contestants were ridiculously ahead of you.

"Alright! Matthias! Jack be nimble jack be quick jack jump over the—" he gestured towards the man.

"Candle stick."

"COOOORRRRECT!"

You rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms.

"(Y/n) is it?"

You turned towards him, a hand on your hip.

"No, my name is Albert Einstein, actually- you see, I've reincarnated to play a game show..of course it's (Y/n)!"

Bim frowned, "Can we talk?"

"We're talking now."

He huffed, and stood next to your little podium, and pulled you off to the side.

"It seems like you don't want to be here."

"Honestly? I don't, but I need money."

"What?"

You laughed, "Why in the hell would I want to be on a game show like this? It's rigged, like, I'll probably be called a bitch by the tabloids and the contestants, but I don't give a damn. I need a job, but apparently I'm not gonna get one."

"Well, you don't know that."

"Uhhhh, yeah I do. It's logic. I'm the lowest scoring contestant, I've been given questions that require use of the brain, while the other contestants..." you looked up, and gathered your hands. Then, you gestured towards Bim and looked at him,"..Haven't."

No one had ever, in the history of Hire My Ass, talked to Bim Trimmer like that! The audience gasped dramatically! No one had ever called him of all people out!

You turned towards them, and put your hands on your face in a gesture of surprise, and gasped, "Oh my god! Oh no! What have I done?! This is terrible! Simply terrible! What's a girl to do?!"

You then frowned, took your hands off your face, and laughed. "I honestly don't care. Anyway don't we have a game show to um- what's the word? No, no..not win..! Not.. continue.. we already know the ending.. umm hmmmmMMMM.." You smacked your lips dramatically, ".. I guess like just go along with? I don't know. Fuck, I'm tired."

You went back to your podium and yawned.

Everyone stared.

"What? Aren't we gonna continue?"

Bim cleared his throat, "Yes! Back to the game!"

He turned to you, "What is the word that is used in the song, Bohemian Rhapsody, that means "in the name of god?"

"Easy, Bismillah. It's used by Muslims, and is also the first word in the Qur'an."

"Well, well! Someone is smart!"

You were now tied in with the other contestants.

Bim frowned, "Let us seeeeeee! Whoever can answer this question is the winner!"

Dramatic music played, as Bim looked at all three of you, eyes darting back and forth. He furrowed his brow, and stared intently at the three of you.

"Oh my god, just ask the question already, honestly."

He looked at you and frowned, "You have no sense of dramatic tension."

"Dramatic tension? If that's dramatic tension then you can suck my ass and call me daddy! Because honestly, that was annoying."

"You're so rude!"

"And so are you!"

He huffed, and took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, clutching his hands into fists.

"... Alright! Whaaaat is Barbie's full name?"

A ticking noise started to play as soon as he finished the question, along with some jeopardy remix? You really didn't know, but you sure as hell knew the answer to that question!

"Barbara Millicent Roberts!" You answered.

"What?"

"Barbara Millicent Roberts!"

"How- How did you know that?!"

"Cause Barbie is a bomb ass bitch, and so am

I. It takes one to know one." You winked at the audience, giving a little wave. The audience cheered, and laughed. You smiled, and blew kisses at the crowd, causing the cheers to grow louder, you even heard a few high pitched whistles tossed in.

"You.. you are actually hired! I'm sorry Matthias."

"It's fine." Matthias replied.

Smiling, you waved at the crowd as they exited.

The lights had begun to fade out, and the cameras turned off. Matthias leaned in towards you, "Thanks for getting him off my back, I've been trying to reject him for years." He whispered.

"Your.. you're welcome I guess? I mean- I don't know how I got him off your ba—"

"You'll see. Anyway! Bye!" He stepped off the podium, following Ryan. You stepped off the podium, and gathered your heels from underneath it. Like hell you were putting on those torture devices again!

"Hey." Bim said.

You looked at him, "Yeah?"

"How.. How did you know all that?"

"I'm a smart cookie, I guess." you shifted your weight, putting one hand on your hip.

You're really rude."

"Well, um, I treat others how they treat me, I suppose."

He started at you for a moment eyebrows furrowing, "I.. I act like that?"

"Yeah. You do, and it was about time someone called you out on it! Honestly! A game show host choosing favorites! And purposely giving one contestant difficult questions is bull shit!" You exclaimed, and turned away  from him, exiting  stage, he followed you.

"Wait." He said, you stopped, and looked at him.

"I- um, would—"

You raised a brow, crossing your arms.

"— Would you go to dinner with me?"

"Wait- what? Why? I've been mean to you but, I'm Sorry you deserved it!"

"...No.. No one has ever called me out before."

You tossed your head back, letting out a bout of laughter, "Alright. I'll go. Only if you pay."

"I'll pay." He said, walking up to you and wrapping his arm around yours.

That's mostly how Bim remembered it, he didn't learn about Matthias thanking you till afterwards. Smiling, be brought you closer. "Hey." He said, causing you to turn away from the TV screen and towards him, "Do you remember the day we first met?"

You laughed, "Yeah. You were an asshole." You said, as you spooned him from the side.

"I wasn't that bad!"

"Actually you were worse." You sat on his lap and poked his chest, "Much worse.

He gasped, putting a hand to his chest.

You smiled, "Nowadays, you're not an asshole. You're my plant boy."

"Your plant boy?"

“Yeah, cause you love plants! It's so adorable!" You looked up at him, smiling, he smiled back fondly. "God, I love you, (y/n)."

"I love you too, Bim." Smiling, you kissed him as it rained outside, the room filled with the soft glow of the TV and the fairy lights you hung around the place. You nuzzled further into his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, resting his forehead on yours.