#be cancerned

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Imagine your otp.

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Same thing.

Every day was the same. The boy with the hair that looked like a firework display on New Year's Eve would come in, looking around the store quietly. He kept the same pattern as he would walk through the aisles, and grabbed the three same things every day. He spun his bracelets around his wrist three times before deciding on his items. Then, he would look back and forth twice before walking to the line and smiling at me. Every single day, it was the same items: a pack of nerds, a pack of orange flavored sour patch kids gum, and a rose. The rose varied in color with no real pattern, which was what never seemed to make sense. I was working the night shift when he came in, moving slower than normal. Picking out his nerds and gum in that order, he then walked over to all the flowers. He finally decided on a single color and walked up to the register (after looking back and forth twice, of course.) He smiled and put his things on the belt in his specific order. "Hey, Connie," he said quietly, letting a small smile crawl onto him. "Hey," I responded. After him coming around so often, he picked up on my name and began using it in no time. "Just the usual today, huh?" I asked, watching him absently nod and look away sadly. "Yeah, just the norm," he replied, his fingers running through his firecracker hair. I finally got the nerve to ask him the question I'd been wondering since he started coming in. "Hey, if you don't mind, why do you get the same things every day..?" I asked. His eyes widened at the question, but he chuckled a little as he began to explain himself. "Okay then," he started, smiling nervously. He then began to give reasons behind his odd patterns. "The pack of nerds is for a kid who lives down the street named Alex. His parents got divorced and he doesn't go to public school, so I thought giving him candy and talking to him might get him out of his shell a little. I noticed that he really likes sour candy, and the rainbow nerds made him smile like he won the lottery." "The pack of gum has become a tradition where I work," he continued, laughing a bit at the statement. "You see, I work the late night shift as a jazz musician at this bar. I take two pieces and let everyone else take one. Exactly twelve minutes before we get up there, we split it up. Kinda funny, really." I looked at the Rose, biting my lip. Cance trailed off as he looked at the thrones flower he held in his hand. ".. And the Rose?" I asked carefully, seeing him gulp before trying to simplify the story. "Every single day, I get a rose. The color depends on what I think of the person I like, or the relationship I'm in," he admitted, shifting his weight to his other foot as he looked down. "Er, and what does the color...?" I started, and he looked back up. "It means I really like a person, but either they don't reciprocate the feeling or don't know it." He replied, his eyes darting away from mine. "What? Why wouldn't someone like you?" I asked, a laugh of disbelief escaping my mouth. "You always have the same routine, and even the tiniest thing could have a backstory behind it! Your hair makes me feel like it's the Fourth of July again! Every day when you come in here, everyone on the shift talks about how nice you are- I don't know how someone couldn't enjoy you and your personality," I finished, seeing his eyes widen a bit. He stood there for a good nine seconds before clutching the Rose a little tighter. "Actually, I think I need to switch colors," he said, dashing to the flower aisle and hastily scanning for the color he wanted. He finally grabbed a single red rose, matching the color of his face as he walked back up to the register. "And red means..?" I asked playfully, watching him squirm at the question. "Well, I suppose in this case, it means 'man I fell in love with a cashier and that's the reason I come to this store specifically every day?'" He said, unsure of himself. I smiled, taking the Rose. Before he grabbed his receipt, I took it from his hands and quickly scribbled out seven digits. "Call me, hot stuff," I winked at him as he room the piece of paper. He quickly nodded his head and ran out the door, only to cheer excitedly once the door completely closed.

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HC that Cance met Connie in the mall during Christmas time waiting for Santa at age 7. He really liked the way his freckles flickered on and off like little lights. He'd be super nice and close with Connie just so he could see more of them. He liked to count how many would appear on Connie's face. After Connie told Santa what he wanted, Cance asked if Santa could give him Connie as a best friend.

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HC

HC where Cance has a notebook he almost never leaves unattended. One day, he's taking a shower, and Connie sees it open. He sees a small entry on the inside, and can only make out a bit. "Hey diary! Today is finally the day. I've been really nervous, but I'm gonna do it. Let's hope he says yes!" Connie goes the entire day, skeptical of what Cance has planned. That is, until he finds himself looking down at his boyfriend who's on one knee, a blue velvet box in hand.

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HC that Cance occasionally "pranks" Connie by putting scratch and sniff fruit stickers on his back where he can't reach.

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HC that Cance and Cuppers go out to a karaoke bar secretly and sing some songs by the spice girls. What they don't know is that Connie is in the audience because he was curious to see where they were going. They ALSO don't know that Connie got every second on video.

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People.. Should send me otp prompts.. So I can talk a bout be cancerned because I'm bored and I love making up cute things with a lil help

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"Where is he?" "I need to apologize." "I-I can't stay here." "I can explain." Cance begged the nurses to let him see Concerned and know if Iggy was they and well, but they all simply casted him a small sympathetic smile before shaking their heads and leaving him alone with the rhythmic beeping of the monitor. /beep. beep./ He looked around at the bright white walls that screamed sanitation, feeling anxious with so much of the same color around him. From the neat white bandages on his arms to the sheets beneath him, it was all the color of nothingness. He thought of how relieving it would be to see Iggy's brightly colored hair bounce through that door and tell him he's okay. He thought of how he'd hold Concerned as if it would be the last time he saw him. He could almost picture the freckles appearing as he gazed at Connie's quiet beauty. He'd cry to Wonk if he checked up on him. Maybe Wonk had had enough of him, and just.. didn't feel like keeping him in the loop anymore. He closed his eyes and covered his ears, hoping the room he was in would just disappear. He needed someone, and soon.