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jaikuoo · 6 months ago

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How about an evie x reader where evie is trying to get with reader just how she was with chad. Except reader isn’t a jerk, just clueless

Her Oblivious Charming

Evie x Charming!Fem!Reader

Summary: Where Evie tries to charm Cinderella's daughter, not knowing you're an oblivious idiot.

Words: 2.3k

WARNINGS:Oblivious!reader, Chad is your brother, Mention of bugs, not proofread and rushed ending.

A/N:Y'ALL THE EVIE REQUESTS MIGHT BE DELAYED 'CAUSE SCHOOL IS COMING UP AND I HAVE TO GET READYY, I'M SO SORRY OMG. ANYWAY, I loved writing this tysm for the request, also ty for prompt writers, they're my saving grace fr.

"Any chance she's in line for a throne?" Evie inquired, her head tilted sideways as she leaned on her knuckles, her gaze fixed dreamily on you. "Anywhere in line?" she continued, her eyes wide with fascination. You, oblivious to the conversation, were grappling with a complex science equation, your pen poised above the paper as you furrowed your brow in concentration.

Doug followed Evie's line of sight with a raised eyebrow. "Y/N, Princess Charming, Cinderella's daughter?" Evie's head snapped up, a brilliant smile lighting her face

"Y/N inherited the charm, but not a lot of there, there, know what I mean...?" Doug trailed off, gesturing vaguely. Their attention returned to you as you winced and rubbed your nose after accidentally tossing your pen in the air and catching it with your face.

"Looks like there-there to me," Evie sighed dreamily, returning her head to her knuckles. "Any chance she's single?" she asked, her voice soft and hopeful as she turned to Doug.

Doug exhaled slowly. "Despite living up to her last name, she's never had a romantic partner," he admitted, continuing to scribble on his paper. "At least, not that I know of," he added as an afterthought.

Perfect. Evie loved a challenge.

She was wrong.

You weren't single because you were guarded,commitment-phobic,

or anything like that.

The truth was far simpler: you were clueless.

No offense, but you were an absolute oblivious idiot.

She let out a frustrated sigh, collapsing onto the side of her bed. The memory of her failed flirtation attempts replayed in her mind like a painful montage.

There was that time in science class, for instance. Partners for a project, where she saw her chance.

[ The science lab was a cacophony of bubbling liquids and crackling test tubes. As you bent over a Bunsen burner, carefully heating a test tube, Evie’s voice cut through the lab’s hum.

"There's something on your face," Evie's gaze was fixed on your face, her lips curved into a subtle smirk as she hovered a hand near your cheek.

Your head snapped up, your face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and panic. "What?" you managed to squeak out.

Her lips curved into a sly smile as she started, "Beautifu-" but before she could finish, your brain had already processed the word "something" as a code red for "bug." Terror seized you, you were terrified of bugs.

"Is it a bug?! GET IT OFF, WAIT!" you shrieked, your hands flailing wildly as you tried to dislodge the imaginary insect.

Your desperate attempts to rid your face of the nonexistent bug sent your elbow crashing into a shelf of glassware. Test tubes, flasks, and beakers rained down, shattering on the unforgiving tile floor. A cloud of white smoke rose from a broken container, setting off the fire alarm.

Evie's smirk vanished, replaced by a mixture of amusement and disbelief. She glanced at Doug, who was silently contemplating the ceiling, his palm pressed dramatically against his face.

That’s how their science project ended in disaster, earning them both a failing grade and a week of detention. It was also Evie’s unfortunate discovery of your knee deep(IN THE PASSENGER SEATT) fear of bugs.]

Undeterred, she tried again.

[After enduring a week of detention and her relentless, albeit unsuccessful, flirtations, Evie finally asked you out—a walk outside that is. You interpreted it as a purely platonic gesture, of course.

Under the night sky, during a post-detention walk, she took a chance, Evie turned to you with a hopeful glint in her eye. "My hands are a bit cold, " she said, her voice soft. "Would you mind holding them?" Her hands rubbed together dramatically.The classic move, she thought, a smirk tugging at her lips.

To her surprise, you took her hand. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was it, the moment she'd been waiting for.

But instead of the anticipated warmth of your hand, she felt the rough texture of fabric. There you pulled out a pair of mittens out of God knows where and slipped it on her hand

Where the hell did that come from?

"Here, you can take my gloves," you said with a completely innocent smile. You carefully fitted the mittens onto her hand, your touch gentle. It took a full five minutes of awkward fumbling before both mittens were securely in place.

She managed a small “thanks” as she tried to hide her flushed face. No! You were supposed to be the flustered one, not her!

And so, they continued walking. Plan failed, spectacularly? Well, at least she’d had her first physical contact with you. She’d take it.]

"At this point you'd have to be pretending not to know," Evie sighs a hint of exasperation coloring her voice as she pushed herself up from the bed, her body still bearing the imprint of the soft mattress. Her hand instinctively reached for the hand mirror lying beside her, and she began to fuss with her hair to fix it, the disarray a reflection of her internal frustration.

"Right?" Evie started, her words hanging in the air as her reflection revealed Mal, sprawled out on the bed in a deep slumber. An exasperated roll of her eyes followed, and she brought a finger to her lips in an attempt to fix the smudged lipstick. Her voice was muffled by the gesture as she muttered, "Very helpful." The sudden, forceful intrusion of their dorm room door startled her.

Didn't they lock the door?

The door swung open, revealing you in an oversized jacket, your face etched with panic. Your left hand gripped a key tightly.

Evie, still preoccupied with her hand mirror, glanced up, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Is that a key to...our dorm?" she questioned, her voice laced with confusion.

You nodded frantically, your urgency palpable. "My brother— it doesn't matter. You have to help me!" Your words tumbled out in a rush as you darted towards Evie, your foot catching something on the floor, causing you to stumble.

"You know how to sew, right?" You breathed out sharply, landing on Evie's bed with a bounce.

Evie's eyebrows shot up in question. "Yeah, why— hey!" Her hands instinctively flew to your chest as you began to unzip your hoodie with surprising urgency. She'd love to get there, but not so soon!

"No, my— blouse, I broke it!" Your explanation was breathless and rushed. The hoodie finally fell open, revealing a cream-colored blouse with three missing buttons.

Evie swallowed hard, hergaze flickering away from the slight exposure of your cleavage. "R-right, of course," she coughed, trying to regain her composure.

"My brother, I—this is his blouse," you stammered, your voice barely audible. "I need to get it fixed now before he sees it and tells Mom! He's looking for me right now! And if I—"

Evie's hand gently covered yours, silencing your frantic words. Her touch was surprisingly calming, grounding you amidst the chaos of your thoughts. With a steady exhale, she removed your hands from your face and placed them gently on your lap.

"Alright, calm down," she said, her voice firm yet soothing. "I'm going to get my sewing kit."

Rising from the bed, Evie walked towards a cluttered table overflowing with sketches and fabric scraps. After a brief search, she returned with a small box and sat down on the bed.

"Can you..." Evie began, her voice barely a whisper. Her gaze flickered between the damaged blouse and your expectant face. You tilted your head, curiosity evident in your eyes. She knew what she wanted to say, a simple request to make her task easier. But the image of you without the blouse flashed through her mind, and a blush crept up her cheeks. The distraction would be too much. With a frustrated sigh, she abandoned the thought. "Nevermind," she concluded.

Your impatience was growing by the second. "Please hurry," you pleaded, your voice rising slightly. Your hands fidgeted nervously in your lap.

She nodded in agreement and gently lifted the lid of the sewing kit box. With practiced hands, she rummaged through the assortment of supplies until she found a button that perfectly matched the color of the blouse. Carefully selecting a needle of suitable size and a length of matching thread, she gathered her tools. Leaning in closer, she gently grasped the loose placket of your brothers blouse with her thumb, steadying the fabric as she prepared to sew the button securely in place.

Your breath caught in your throat as you became acutely aware of Evie's proximity. Her warm breath fanned across your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. Her concentration was intense, her eyebrows drawn together in a furrow, but her eyes held a captivating allure that you hadn't noticed before. Their rich, brown color was like melted chocolate, flecked with golden specks.

Your gaze darted away, desperate for a distraction. The room, once neutral, had transformed into a suffocating chamber.

Your hands, seeking an anchor, found their way to the bed sheet, gripping it tightly as if it were a lifeline. A wave of relief washed over you as Evie momentarily broke the intense proximity, her head turning to retrieve another button.

Tick

Tock

The ticking of the clock, normally a soothing rhythm, now seemed to mock your escalating discomfort. It was as if the universe was conspiring against you.

Evie's voice, soft and laced with genuine concern, pierced through your turmoil. Her honey-brown eyes, filled with empathy, met yours, and in that moment, you felt exposed and vulnerable. A strangled sob threatened to escape your lips, but you managed to suppress it, replacing it with a shaky exhale. Your grip on the bed sheet tightened, a desperate attempt to ground yourself. A feeble excuse formed on your lips, a claim of oppressive heat, which Evie accepted with a sympathetic murmur.

As she moved to the third button, a knot of anticipation formed in your stomach. Her fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. The delicate tendrils of her dark blue hair grazed your chin, carrying the intoxicating scent of mint that seemed to seep into your senses. Unconsciously, you leaned in, drawn to her comforting aroma as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea.

"There, all do-" Evie announced triumphantly, her face breaking into a smile as she looked up at you. Unprepared for the sight of you leaning in so closely, her eyes widened in surprise. Every thought in her mind evaporated, replaced by a single, overwhelming impulse, as your eyes locked onto hers - a desire, a pull, a magnetic force drawing her closer. Her heart pounded in her ears as she tilted her head, her gaze dropping to your lips. Their lips were mere inches apart and then—

BAM!

The abrupt crash of the dorm door against the wall jolted them apart, their hearts pounding in their ears.

"You two idiots! They were about to kiss!" Mal's voice, laced with irritation, cut through the silence. Your heads snapped in her direction to find her sitting nonchalantly on her bed, a pillow clutched in her hands.

A wave of embarrassment washed over you both as you realized she'd witnessed the entire ordeal. Your mind raced, trying to decipher how long she'd been awake and if she'd seen the desperate grip you'd had on the bedsheet earlier.

"Mal – oh, why's she here?" Carlos's voice echoed through the room as he stumbled in, Jay trailing behind him. Jay caught the pillow Mal had tossed in his direction and hurled it back at her in playful retaliation.

Mal caught the pillow with a practiced ease, her eyes rolling as she regarded the newcomers.

"They were about to kiss," she repeated, a smirk playing on her lips.

"We weren't!" you stammered, your voice barely a whisper, but your words were cut short by the sharp, insistent sound of your brother's voice calling your name. Your heart pounded in your chest as his voice grew closer, the panic rising within you. "You guys have to hide me!" you pleaded, your voice rising in desperation.

"Come on." Evie's hand found yours, her grip firm and reassuring as she pulled you towards the closet. Together, you squeezed into the cramped space, your bodies pressed close together, as Mal quickly shut the closet door, muffling the sounds of the approaching chaos.

A low, indistinct voice, muffled by an intervening barrier, reached your ears. It was your brother's voice, inquiring about your presence.

"I heard her voice!" Chad exclaimed, his tone filled with alarm. "Did you kidnap my sister?!"

Mal's response was swift and defensive. "Why would we kidnap your sister?"

Their voices began to fade as Evie's fingers gently turned your head, forcing you to face her.

"Be honest, do you know?" Evie inquired softly, her face partially illuminated by the dim glow seeping from outside the closet. Her voice was as gentle as a whisper.

"Know what?"

A playful chuckle escaped her lips as she placed her hands on your shoulders. "That I like you, Dummy."

Your mind raced as you tried to process her confession. "You do? But I like you too! I thought you liked my brother, because I overheard you and Doug talking about a charming sibling, and I- I thought you were straight becau-" Your stammering attempt at explanation was abruptly halted as Evie's lips met yours.

Surprise washed over you, but you instinctively responded to the warmth of her kiss. Her hands found your waist, pulling you closer as your knees threatened to buckle. The taste of cherry lip balm lingered on your tongue, Your heart pounded in your chest, sending a rush of excitement through your body that felt like a cascade of fireworks exploding within your stomach.

"You're an oblivious idiot." She chuckled, pulling away from the kiss with a playful smile. Her eyes sparkled as she took a moment to admire yours, her hands gently cupping your cheeks. She leaned in slowly, savoring the moment before kissing you again.

"I'm your oblivious idiot."

Can you tell the ending is rushed? ;)

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misseviehyde · 10 days ago

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A SHOCKING TWIST

Her designer leather mini-skirt swishing with every step, Alexis Richie surveyed her kingdom and her perfect lips curved into a satisfied sneer of pure bliss. This was HER college and everyone knew it.

Each of her long sexy legs was encased in a tight black stiletto boot and she towered over the other girls around her. The chattering bitchy serville popular girls who obeyed her every command and bullied who she told them to, flittered around her desperate to please their Mistress.

One girl carried all of Alexis's school books - struggling under the weight. The other produced moisturiser and makeup on demand and as Alexis clicked her fingers one ran forward to pass her the lip gloss she required.

She applied it then stopped to check her hair. Her perfect silky locks were one of her greatest features and she would often wear her sexy hair up in ponytail or spray... the hair bouncing almost as if it had a life of its own. Her hair was hypnotic and made her even more intimidating. It rose high up over her head making her look like the ultra feminine bitch she truly was.

Alexis scanned the horizon and her sneer became a smirk of contempt. She felt her nipples harden as she saw The Little Losers sitting on a bench trying to talk about computer games or some other boring shit.

"Ugh, look at those dweebs," laughed Alexis as her minions chattered and giggled loyally behind her. "Let's go bully the shit out of them."

***

TWO YEARS AGO

"Dude? Is it dead? What is it?"

Alex motioned to his friends Pete and Nathan that they should hang back as he cautiously approached the twitching object lying in the road.

The three friends had been hiding from the bullies and had gone for a walk in the woods bordering the college when they'd heard something drop to the ground.

Now in the road they could see a long snake like shape moving and thrashing like it was dying. With a final twitch it stopped.

Slowly... cautiously Alex approached. Now he was closer he could see it wasn't a snake or indeed any type of animal. It looked... it looked like a girls pony tail?

"Guys, it's just some hair. I don't know what is making it move though. Weird."

The hair twitched one final time and then stopped. Curiously, Alex reached down and lifted it up. It seemed quite dead.

He had no idea he was holding a hairasite in his hands. A symbiotic or parasitic creature depending on your point of view, it needed a human host to bond with. The hairasite had evolved to make its host ultra-feminine and to bring out the most toxic bitchy charactersitics fo make its host more successful and powerful. Pyschically strong - with its last ounce of power it had sent a final thought into Alex's mind.

"Let's take this inside and look at it in the lab. I feel like we need to study this thing and for some reason I think electricity is the key."

***

Pete and Nathan watched with concern as Alex finished attaching electrodes to the long piece of hair.

"I'm sure this will work," he grinned confidently. "This creature is highly conductive and seems to respond to electricity. We can study it'a reactions and try to learn what it is."

He turned on the power-pack.

The hair jumped and writhed - reanimated and made stronger than ever by the electric shock. Then the electrodes shot off as the creature leapt into the air and straight onto Alex's head.

"Aghhhh help, get it off me," he cried as the hair burrowed into his short scalp and attached itself like some bitchy girls pony tails on top of his head.

The others ran over and tried to rip the hair off, but it was like it was welded to Alex's scalp and it was also clearly painful. With a shout he pushed his friends away, and staggered back against the table crashing into the power pack and the electrodes.

BUZZZZZZZZZ

Alex screamed as the power-pack drained and the hairasite on his head greedily absorbed the power. Long nails shot from Alex's fingers and his bones cracked as the hairasite began to shape him to serve its purposes.

Alex's short hair turned the same colour, volume and length as the invading hairasite, falling down his back as he became thinner and his hips widened out slightly. His body hair fell out, leaving everywhere but his head completely hairless and smooth as it had been freshly waxed.

His body became more toned, his ass rising up slightly and inflating out into a round perfect little butt any girl would have killed for.

Alex's waist crunched in impossibly tight, the excess fat rising up and ballooning on his chest as two firm rounded breasts swelled achingly out on his body.

"Ohhhhh my Goddddddd, fuckkkk yesssssss!"

Alex's fomer protests were gone, his kind face now a mask of ecstasy as the hairasite rewired his brain to make him feel pleasure in his changing body. The parts of his mind that controlled his sense of self and identity were quickly corrupted... the hairasite giving him a sense of female dysmorphia so he would only be satisfied with a female body, even if the hairasite was removed.

This way he would always fight to be bonded with the hairasite and the more feminine he became and acted, the more satisfied, happy and pleased he would be with who he was.

The hairasite now went to work altering hormone production, sexual orientation and sex drive... ensuring that Alex would primarily be attracted to men from now on. As part of its evolutionary strategy it needed him to control and seduce men to service their joint needs. Now Alex would feel the urge to mate with men and make them dance to his tune.

Alex's now useless dick shrivelled up and retracted. Internal organs shifted and changed to give him a female anatomy. His new tight pink pussy tingled pleasurably and inside him his ovaries began to produce as he became female.

"Fuckkkkk yesssss," hissed Alex as his Adam's Apple retreated and his face began to change too. His lips swelled up and his once kind features became bitchy and mean. High cheekbones and long lashes framed and ultra feminine bitchy face. The face of a popular bully.

The hairasite rummaged deeper into Alex's mind. It inflated his ego and removed the capacity to feel fear, shame or guilt. It pumped up his self importance, desire for attention and sex drive. Finally it flicked the switch in his brain that controlled his sense of gender.

In an instant Alex stopped thinking of himself as a man, and began to think like a woman.

Alexis had been born.

All of this happened in a matter of minutes, to those observing they could only see the physical transformation. It was impossible to tell how radically Alex had been altered mentally, except maybe by the new bitches body posture and disdainful look as she straightened up - adjusted her hair and regarded the two boys with utter contempt.

A wave of pheromones spread into the room, the boys groaned as Alexis's hair swished hypnotically and she gazed deep into their minds. The hairasites psychic powers allowing her to bend and twist their minds as she saw fit.

"Forget everything you ever knew about Alex. From now on you will believe I have always been Alexis..."

Using the Hairasites pyschic power, Alexis projected an entire history into their soft minds. She erased their memories of Alex and replaced it with a false back story of a popular rich girl who had always been the bully.

The slackjawed boys groaned and their eyes rolled back into their heads as the programming took. With a satisfied smirk the new Goddess strode out to take her rightful place as Queen of the College.

"It won't take me long to wipe everyone's memory of Alex and build my new life as Alexis. This is who I was always destined to be!

Alexis felt nothing but contempt for her old life and the weakling she'd been. She stroked her hairasite lovingly. "We're going to do great things together."

The hairasite was pleased with its new host. They would be unstoppable together.

***

PRESENT DAY

Alexis grinned as she advanced on The Losers. She had a particular hatred for these dweebs - no doubt born from her former membership of their group. It amused her to really bully them.

Peter and Nathan gulped as they saw Alexis approaching. "Oh no, it's Alexis. Let's get out of here."

They began to try and run, but in their haste backed themselves into an alleyway with a fence at the end. A half repaired power transformer buzzed and sparked nearby.

"Nowhere to run losers," exalted Alexis as she flexed her long claw like fingernails and advanced on them.

With a yell Nathan tried to charge past her, and Alexis laughed in amused delight as she easily grabbed him and hurled him against the fence. "I LOVE it when they run."

But the action also caused her to stagger and she fell back against the wall, her pony tail whipping up to hit against the faulty junction box.

BOOM.

Alexis screamed as she was electrocuted - her body going rigid and falling to the floor as black smoke poured from the junction box and her minions screamed and scattered to the four winds in disorganised panic.

Horrified, Nathan crawled over to Alexis and to his relief saw she was still breathing. Somehow she'd survived the blast.

Her hair looked funny though. Limp and lifeless. A half remembered memory crossed his mind and reaching down he grasped her pony tail and tugged.

It came loose from her head. Limp and stunned the Hairasite had absorbed the energy of the electrocution, protecting its host from death, but it was now dazed and stunned.

Alexis convulsed - but not with electrocution. Her body was changing. Without the hairasite it was reverting to its original male form. The psychic control that Alexis weilded was also broken and both Peter and Nathan blinked as they remembered everything.

"Alex..." whispered Nathan, the hairasite still in his hand. "I remember it all now."

Suddenly Nathan gasped. The hair in his hand surged to life and it was suddenly trying to leap out of his hands and back onto Alex's head.

It strained and pulled in his grasp, dragging itself closer to Alex's head.

"Burn it," screamed Pete pointing to the now on flames junction box. With an effort Nathan yanked the hairasite back trying to force it towards the flames.

With a groan Alex suddenly sat up. He looked down at his male body and screamed. "NOOOO! Give it back to me."

Leaping to his feet he ran at Nathan, his eyes wild. Pete reached him just in time, tackling him to the ground.

"You fucking loser," snarled Alex. "When I get my hairasite back I'm going to fucking destroy you."

"Hurry up, destroy it!" shouted Pete, looking up. Just in time to watch Nathan slide the hairasite into his hair.

"Hahaha.... mmmmmh, why destroy it, when I can wear it?" groaned Nathan as he succumbed to the psychic control and temptatioj of the hairasite. "YES! Make me the new Alpha Bitch!"

As much as it had enjoyed having Alex as a host, the hairasite had to prioritise its survival and if that meant turning Nathan into its new wearer - so be it.

Nathan was blonde and the hairasite decided it was time for a change so it too transformed, taking on the blonde hair colouration of its new host as it began to change him.

Angered by having to switch hosts the hairasite decided it would corrupt Nathan so thoroughly that he would never be free of it. It reached into his mind and twisted it.

"Fucckkkkkkkk," drooled Nathan groaning as his body began to change... "ohh YESSSSS make me EVIL! This feels sooooo good."

The hairasite reached inside Nathan's soul and tore out every ounce of goodness and kindness. It inflated his arrogance, increased his ego and made him twice the narcissistic psychopath Alexis had been.

At the same time it furiously pumped hormones around his body... transforming him at speed and sending orgasmic waves of pleasure racing through his body as it reshaped him.

Huge massive breasts swelled up on his chest as inch long nails shot from each finger and Nathan's nerdy body cracked and popped. His voice rose in a moaning gasp of ecstasy as he became a super bitch.

His pussy opened and his skin became soft. Hot pink lips curved into a cruel smile and Natasha shook free her long blonde hair as she ceased to think of herself as male.

Alex screamed and sobbed as he saw the transformation. He writhed like a wild thing under Paul for a second, then flopped defeated to the floor.

"That's right Alex, it's too late now," laughed a full bitchy voice as Natasha was born and Nathan ceased to exist. "The power is MINE now."

Her pheromones filling the air Natasha's mind lashed out. "But don't worry - soon you won't even remember what you have lost."

The two boys shuddered as their brains were wiped clean by Natasha's power. Alex would never be free of his body dysmorphia though. It amused Natasha to see how broken he now was.

Girls suddenly skidded round the corner with a member of staff. They looked confused for a second until Natasha made them forget about Alexis and accept her as their new Queen.

Makeup and clothing was passed quickly over and Natasha completed the final parts of her transformation. She now looked like the mean dominant popular girl she was inside.

Snapping her fingers she indicated Alex should join her coterie.

"You're one of my betas Alex. I know you want to be a girl. I think I'll call you Alexis and make you my naughty little cocksucking boy toy."

Ironically - despite losing the power of the hairasite Alexis would remain one of the girls after all.

"You," sneered Natasha clicking her fingers at a lackey. "I want new boots and shoes. I like those bitchy boots with the thick rubber soles. Not only do they make me look like a little whore - but they should protect me from any electric damage. After all we don't want any further shocks now do we?"

Natasha was never going to lose the hairasite like that loser Alexis.

Admiring her nails she clicked her fingers one last time and her entourage fell into step around her.

It was shocking what you could get away with when you were this bitchy and bad.

She couldn't wait to crush some losers...