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

A Not-So-Soft Encounter!

IN WHICH A STREET PAINTER'S BEST CHILDHOOD FRIEND AND BEST CURRENT FRIEND FALL IN LOVE.

Soft Girlfriend (Grace) X Shy Around Girls! Male! Reader

A/N: Since there were no Soft GF X Reader stories which I could find, I decided to just make one myself. I really love Grace, so I'm doing something about it!

It was around 3:45 in the afternoon. A subway hurtled towards the station, pulling a quick stop. As the train halted, the metallic doors slid silently open, as a wave of passengers flooded out one side and the next group entered on the other. In the exiting group was a young light-skinned teen with a tattered gray hoodie, faded black pants ripped around the knee areas on both legs, and worn/weathered gray kicks. His wild, silky, curly black hair could be slightly seen even through the shade that covered half his face. His mouth was visible, with an expression that could only be described as "I just want to talk to him" (Peter Griffin, Family Guy). This person was (y/n), and he was a painter known well for his fantastic street art. Once, the city had even hired him to create a moral of the city's outer rolling hills on the wall of a tunnel. He walked across the station platform, and removed a hand from his pocket to remove his hood. As he did so, his deep blue eyes became visible, and his jet-black hair shimmered faintly. His expression brightened when he saw another couple of kids across the way from him. One was a short kid with faded red kicks, blue jeans, a tattered gray hoodie with paint splatters on it, a red beanie, and obviously dyed blue hair. Crouched next to him was a taller kid with curly orange hair, a camo-green hoodie with the hood pulled up, a black mask, dark blue pants, black kicks, and a serious look in his eye. On the ground next to the boys lay a paint-splattered handgun and a handheld boombox. (y/n) waved at the boys and their eyes turned toward him, after which they too brightened up their facial expressions. "Ben! Pico!" (y/n) said, "What's going on, homies?" The orange-haired kid, Pico, stood up and pulled out a hand to hug (y/n) with. "It's about time you stopped by to see us again, ya booger. We were gettin' a little worried where you've been." Then (y/n) turned to Ben. "So, Softie, how about you," he asked, "How've you been, buddy?" The blue-haired kid looked up at (y/n) with a smile and said, "I been painting new things. Pico stopped me from drinking paint water again." Ben scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. (y/n) laughed. "Ah, Ben," he said softly. "Whatever am I going to do with y-" 

"THERE YOU ARE!!! I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE!!!"

The young guy was cut off by a young brunette running towards the boys. She had her hair tied back with a small bow, and was wearing a faded red jumper sweater with a black top underneath. She also had black shorts (though they were invisible under her sweater) and brown boots. She hugged Ben quite tightly, but not suffocatingly tight, then let him go. "Where have you been?" she asked. "Your parents and I have been worried sick about you!" Ben backed up a little bit, until he was within comfortable distance of her (about two feet). "Grace, don't. It's complicated." "Yeah it's complicated!" said Grace. "You have been gone for awhile now, Benji!" She attempted to walk closer to him again, but (y/n) stepped immediately between them. "Stay back," he said with more than a hint of nervousness in his voice. She attempted to reach behind (y/n) but he wouldn't let her through. "Please Ben!" she said, "Can't we talk things out?" Then Pico spoke up. "I got a better idea, (y/n)," he said, holding up a microphone. "Oh my God, Pico!" said (y/n), "Why would you even suggest that!? You know I can't sing!" Pico still wouldn't give up. So (y/n) took the microphone and Grace took hers. Ben just took his paintbrush. It was here the track "Stay" began to play. A song (y/n) had never heard before, which only made things worse. And on top of that, his opponent was an extremely adorable girl! (y/n) just decided to do it the best he knew how. He lifted his mic to his lips and began to sing. (y/n) didn't realize it, but his bars were beautiful, with a smooth, crisp voice, whose pitch hit every note and smashed it. Grace began to tear up a little bit from the young man's emotional performance. He sang about his past, how he knew who Grace was but had never seen her, and how he was helping Ben and Pico escape the city so they could be together and continue making their art. At the end of the song, Ben clapped softly at (y/n) and Grace's performance, which he had forgotten to take his turn in. But then Grace asked, "You're leaving? Why? I wanted us to be happy. Why must you pick this school shooter over me?" (y/n) said, "HE WASN'T THE SCHOOL SHOOTER!!!" at the top of his voice, luckily not loud enough to draw attention, but loud enough to shake up Ben, Grace and Pico a little bit. "HE SIMPLY DIDN'T DO IT!" (y/n) continued screaming, "REALLY IT WAS THAT B*TCH CASSANDRA, BUT JUST BECAUSE HE TOOK YOUR GODDAMN PENCIL A FEW TIMES BECAUSE HE DIDN'T HAVE ONE OF HIS OWN DOESN'T MAKE HIM THE BAD GUY!" (y/n) darted away, dropping his microphone on the subway floor. Ben said, "Wait! (y/n)! Come back!" And he went after the kid also.

Later that evening, after closing time, the young artist returned to the subway to begin work on a portrait the subway owner had personally asked him to paint. As he was laying out his tools, a feminine voice cooed a small, "Hey." from above him. (y/n) looked up. It was Grace. "I heard you would be here tonight." She knelt down beside him, folding her hands on her raised knee. "Look," said (y/n). And then they both said, in perfect unison, "I'm sorry." The two of them laughed softly at this, then (y/n) explained his side of everything. He was actually from a nice loving family, and he worked as a painter so he could support them, which really took off when he started getting bigger jobs. He saw Ben and Pico one day, huddling in an alleyway in the middle of a frost. He had went over to them, got their attention, took them to his car, and got them warmed up. They had been friends ever since. He had only met Ben's father, but never his mother. And what he saw in Ben's father, he didn't like.

Then Grace explained her side of the story. She and Ben had been close friends ever since childhood, with Ben being a goofy little stinker (as always) and Grace never really being okay with herself. To make her feel better, Ben used to draw pictures of her. She slowly fell in love with him over the years, but was very upset earlier today when he rejected her.

Now (y/n) got the big picture. He told her, "You know I too got the cold shoulder from a childhood friend. But you don't have to be that way about it." But Grace stood up and (y/n) stood up also. "But," said Grace, "Ben just... well..." Her eyes began to well up with tears. "He was the *sniff* the only one who thought I was worth spending time with. I know I'm not pretty or anything, but-" (y/n) cut her off. "But I think you are." Realizing what he had just said, he covered his mouth, but Grace slowly moved his hand off his face and into hers. "I think you are handsome." (y/n) smiled, but then said, "But I don't know what to say or what to do or-" Grace stopped his rambling with a passionate kiss to his lips. "Maybe that's because you've never had true love before," she said after breaking the kiss.

I think they will make a nice couple. The next oneshot is coming up soon!