MCD and Mystreet x Reader Oneshots

This Little Girl (Gene x Reader)

Takes place in MyStreet 

Requested by Azeliya5

(Y/N)= Your Name
(H/C)= Hair Color
(E/C)= Eye Color
(B/F/N)= Best Friend's Name
(F/M)= Favorite Movie
(F/C)= Favorite Color
(2/F/C)= Second Favorite Color

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   (Y/N) had noticed her boyfriend, Gene, had been coming home later and later every weekend. Being sly, she decided to hold a party at (B/F/N)'s house that weekend. The party was just her, Gene, and a few friends. Basically stalking him, she watched his every move. Gene had started to flirt with one of (Y/N)'s friends. He grabbed his keys and walked out.

   You got your keys, but where're you going. The third degree just isn't working, 'cause you walked out without asking me to go, and if I followed you home would you be alone? 

   "I'm going to be right back, I need to take care of something," (Y/N) tells (B/F/N). (B/F/N) shrugs and goes back to talking to whoever she invited. (Y/N) walked out and followed Gene until he got to the house they shared. She knew he had been seeing other girls.

~flashback~

   Gene and (Y/N) sat on the couch watching (F/M). "I have to go get something from the kitchen," Gene tells her, and she nods showing the was listening. When he leaves his phone buzzes. It wasn't a name or number she recognized. Picking up the phone, she put in the password and read the messages. Her (E/C) eyes filled with rage as she turned off the phone, and set it back down. Gene then came back and went back to watching the movie.

   I checked your phone, cause it was beeping. Are you alone? I know your creeping, cause you walked out without asking me to go, but if I followed you home, I hope you're alone.

   Gene would get random messages from girls everyday. (Y/N) found, he was dating other girls behind her back. She was enraged. He walked in the house and locked the door behind him. (Y/N) waited a few minutes before walking through the back door. Under the couch she hid a loaded gun. She didn't want to use that just yet. Walking up the stairs quietly, she heard a voice talking to Gene.

   "How did you even get in the house?" Gene asked.

   "I have my ways," the female voice said seductively.

   I'm three steps from the edge, woah. Don't push me over it. Don't you know, don't you know.

   Creeping to the door, (Y/N) listened to their conversation.

   "Come on, since you're here, I can show you a good time," Gene tell the girl.

   "What about your girlfriend?" the girl asks.

   "She doesn't need to know," he tells her. (Y/N) stormed out of the house after hearing those word.

   Every girl is capable of murder, if you hurt her. Watch out you don't push me any further, any further. You're not the only one walking 'round with a loaded gun. This little girl is capable of murder, cause you hurt her.

   (Y/N) slams the door open and shouts, "(B/F/N), you, me, outside, now!"

   "Okay," (B/F/N) yells back. They walk outside, and (Y/N) tells (B/F/N) everything. "You still have that gun under the couch?" she asks (Y/N). (Y/N) smirks, she knew where (B/F/N) was going with this conversation.

   "I sure do, but I need an alibi if I get caught," she tells her.

   "You remember those plane tickets we bought a few months ago, you can say we weren't even here the day you go through with the murder."