MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡;You Okay? | G.W. | (1/2)

(A/n)

I read a lot of bad boy! G x reader bUT NO BAD GIRL! READER X G AND IT'S GONNA CHANGE-
((I literally gave a pause in two other books just to write this one))

Frens, I have a strong thing for sub people-
Your author here is strongly dom---

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I spent a long time looking for a nice G pic and I was like 'In which one does he look more like an smol bean'

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There's a book based off of this oneshot:

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"Where the fuck are those kids popping out from...?" I ask myself quietly as I watch some people I've never seen before walking down the hall. They get clearly uncomfortable under my gaze but I don't care.

I do my best to walk past them without really touching them - but I also don't bother when someone loses their balance when I bump into them.

Finally, I find (f/n) in front of her locker, looking stressed as she pulls on it a few times and groans in frustration.

"What's happening, (f/n)?" I ask approaching her with a slightly confused glare.

"I can't open the fucking locker. I don't remember the combination." She groans again.

"Why combination?" I answer emotionless, pushing her a foot away from the locker. Keeping eye contact, I punch the locker strong enough to dent the lock and make the door fly open immediately.

Her jaw falls slightly as she narrows her eyes at me. I know she'll probably lecture me about how I shouldn't have done that and that it was an idiotic move and all - or not, maybe she's tired of always giving me the same lecture.

I can notice boy staring at me with wide eyes, startled by the loud sound produced when I hit the locker door. - He's probably one of those new kids. He isn't that bad. Even cute. I imagine his cheeks blushing, creating a light contract with the pale skin but not bigger than the one of his dark hair with his skin. - I shoot him a not so nice look that makes him walk away immediately.

"Did you need to be this rude?" (F/n) asks and I turn my attention back to her; now she has her next class' materials under an arm and tries to close the locker with the other one.

"I do need to show who's in charge." I say. She raises an eyebrow at me, what I answer with a simple shrug.

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"I found out he's in maths with me."

"Who?"

"That boy from the locker day."

"Yesterday."

"Whatever,"

"And did you find out his name?"