FNF Canon/Mods/My OC's X Reader (Oneshots, headcanons, yandere alphabets)

BF (Boyfriend) X Fem! Reader

IN WHICH A BLUE HAIRED BOY FALLS FOR SOMEONE HIS GIRLFRIEND COMPLETELY HATES.

One early morning, (y/n) decided to visit the theater owned by an ex-rockstar known as Daddy Dearest. As she walked close to the theater door she could hear a helium-pitched voice singing aggressively to a trap beat. She pushed open the door, and the beat got louder. As she stepped into the crowded auditorium, the beat swelled to a monstrous size. The fans were all bopping their heads and tapping their toes to the beat, as the beeps and boops coming from the stage flew like gunshots to the bouncing rhythm. (y/n) pushed her way through the bouncing onlookers to the front of the stage, where she found, on the stage, a blue haired, black-eyed kid wearing a red cap, a white T-shirt with a strike mark on the chest, blue pants, and huge red shoes. His hand was constantly in his pocket as he dealt his blows. On a set of three speakers in the very middle of the stage, just toward the rear, was a small girl with very long auburn hair, a red dress with high-heels to match, and her legs crossed as she bopped her head from side to side in accordance with the rhythm. Then, across from the boy, she saw Daddy Dearest himself. She knew Daddy Dearest well; she and her parents had been avid fans of his music for years. Yet she didn't recognize these other two. Who were they, and what right did they have to stand on Daddy Dearest's stage and disgrace him in front of all his biggest fans? (y/n)'s anger seethed as the music ended and Daddy Dearest threw his mic to the wooden stage floor and sadly trudged off stage. (y/n) couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something. And something she did.

She leaped onto the stage, creating a powerful thump as her (shoe color,) kicks hit the floor. Then she brushed a lock of her (color) (length) hair out of her face and introduced herself, speaking into Daddy Dearest's mic, which she had picked up off the floor. "The name's (y/n)," she said firmly. "And I challenge you to a rap-battle!" The blue-haired kid looked shocked and even slightly scared as (y/n) pointed the speaking end of her mic to his face. "Beep!" he said, accepting the challenge. The fight was on! The auburnette queued an energetic pop instrumental, and as (y/n) sang her first turn, her beautiful, smooth, gentle singing voice completely took the blue haired kid aback. He started but then stopped abruptly, causing the crowd to gasp. From in the background, the auburnette whispered, "Come on, Boyfriend, you can do it!" At the sound of which Boyfriend, the kid, dropped his microphone on the stage with an ear-splitting squeal of feedback and ran backstage in tears. (y/n) didn't know what to do. "Uhh," she started. "Be right back." Then she ran offstage, and three weird-looking demon dancers appeared to do some group singing and dancing. 

Meanwhile, backstage, (y/n) appeared around the corner to find Boyfriend with the auburnette and some ginger-haired kid with a gun. Boyfriend was crying quite loudly, with the other two trying to cheer him up. At the sight of this, (y/n)'s heart cracked. She hadn't meant to make him cry. So she turned around and started to leave the building but a feminine voice from behind her cleared its throat and ordered her to stop. Slowly (y/n) turned around to find the auburnette standing right up to her. The top of her head only came to (y/n)'s nose. "You dirty rat!" she yelled. "How dare you make my boyfriend cry!" y/n started to apologize but the auburnette snapped her fingers at the ginger-haired kid. "Pico!" she ordered, "shoot this loser!" Pico, the ginger, stood up and cocked his gun, pointing it right at (y/n)'s face. Pico was about to pull the trigger when suddenly a squeaky, helium-pitched voice from behind them yelled "STOP!!!"

The three looked in the direction of the scream to find Boyfriend standing upright, on his tip-toes, looking extremely angry. The blue-haired rapper yelled, "GIRLFRIEND!!! DON'T KILL HER!!!" Girlfriend, who was the auburnette, backed off. Apparently the rapper wasn't finished yet. "GIRLFRIEND! YOU CAN'T TREAT GUESTS LIKE THAT! IF YOU THINK I'M GONNA VOUCH FOR YOU IN WEEK TWO AFTER THAT, THINK AGAIN!" Girlfriend knew this meant they were through. She ran away crying as Boyfriend escorted (y/n) to the balcony to buy her a snack and Pico left the facility.

Outside, Pico walked up to a shiny red sportcar, parked alongside the building, and tapped on the driver's window. The driver rolled down the window. "Is there a problem?" the driver asked in a masculine voice. He had on a yellow hood, and only his mouth could be visible without shadows. "Yes, sir," Pico answered. "Buddy, BF and GF just split over a problem that happened in a rap-battle with this teen girl who's actually kinda cute." The driver unlocked the door of his car, stepping out, closing the door and locking the car behind him. "I'm going to have a talk with GF," said the figure as he started toward the back door of the building. "You can go home for the day."

To be continued in the next oneshot! (Soory if this sucked, please don't be too harsh!)