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[AHWM|Yancy x Reader?] One Last Time

[No one:

Me: "Heheh, Yancy go brr."]

Written: Thursday, 18th March 2021

One last time...

Y/n took a deep breath, ignoring Mark's ramblings as he walked away, completely unaware she hadn't followed. She strode into the cafeteria, looking around for her favourite prisoner as Mark disappeared from view. It'd probably be the last time she saw him for a while. "Anyone know where I can find Yancy?" Like magic, the greaser appeared, sitting on one of the back tables, swinging his legs.

"Heard you was lookin' for me, doll?"

"Y/n L/n. I've had the pleasure, you haven't. I want out and I need your help." She drawled as he stood, taller than her but with almost half the confidence.

"Break out? Of this place? Why would anyone wanna break out?" He almost launched into song before Y/n cupped a hand over his mouth.

"Spare me the musical number, Yance, I've heard it all before." His cheeks heated as she released him, wiping her hand on her prison-issue shirt. The stupid thing was itchy as all hell and around four sizes too big for her, but it was what she spent most of her time in, despite her close fitting undershirt.

"I-huh?"

"You're sweet, and I'm sweet on you." She looked at him through lowered eyelashes, running a hand through unbrushed hair, eyebags stark against her waning face. "And, yes, I will accept your very generous offer to help break me out; provided my buddy, Mark, tags along."

"I... Sure thing, doll."

Y/n's quiet smile shattered into a feral grin as she stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek, running a hand across his jaw as she sauntered out of the cafeteria, ignoring the eyes that followed her every move. That son of a bitch warden wouldn't know what hit him. "I've got a family heirloom to collect!"

[Time Skip: Y/n's Cell.]

"So that Mark fella, he's your brother?" Yancy asked, sitting next to Y/n on the top bunk. The two of them were doing some catching up while they waited for Mark, who was off tying up his own loose ends. Y/n giggled, leaning on her hand.

"May as well be. We've known each other since high school. We went from petty shoplifting to robbing museums overnight. I'll be honest, it was refreshing to feel the adrenaline rush of a perfectly planned heist, even if we did end up here in the end." Yancy gave her a non-committal hum that shook her core, this was the guy she wanted to spend forever with. "Hey... I, uh... I was thinking... If you ever decide you want to go somewhere else... Even just for a day or two..." She pulled a card from her pocket with a flourish, slipping it into his rolled-up sleeve. "Call me, I'll take you out. If you want to, that is."

Yancy nodded wordlessly, red dancing over the bridge of his nose, causing Y/n to sigh with relief. "Thanks, hon." The door to her cell creaked open. "Mark, time to blow this popsicle stand." She said, never taking her eyes off the man she loved so much. Her reason to stay in this god-forsaken timeline. But the figure didn't reply. "Mark?" She looked over to see one of the younger guards, trembling a little.

"I'm afraid your friend picked the wrong fight. I'm sorry." A quick nod from the rookie and he was gone, hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway. Y/n sighed heavily, leaning into the arm Yancy pulled around her shoulders.

"Youse ok, doll?" She nodded.

"No use crying over shattered Mark. Happens all the time."

"Youse seem awfully calm about this whole thing." Yancy remarked as she toyed with the hem of his shirt.