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caesium-55 · 15 days

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—everything is orange. [ iv ]

pairing: lando norris x kpop idol! reader

summary: a racecar driver who needed a fake girlfriend to dispel rumors and a kpop idol who needed publicity for her song. somewhere in between orange cars and orange sunsets, stands something they're afraid of naming.

note: omg im so sorry for not being online lately. i got a writing part time job now so... i may not be as active as before. hope yall are having a great day! not edited. not beta read.

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Everything inside your studio is gray. The walls, the couch, the floor, the instruments. It's the kind of room that will make a sad beige mom over the moon.

But when you open the door and the sight of one Lando Norris greets you, looking devilishly handsome in his dark blue button up shirt and black pants and Nike sneakers with his curls concealed underneath his dark blue bucket hat, the studio suddenly doesn't feel as gray as it usually is.

“Lando?” Your brows rise towards your hairline. Truthfully, he’s one of the last people you expected to see inside HAN Ent’s building, much less outside your studio.

“Hi,” he smiles charmingly at the shock in your voice, showing all teeth and smile lines. “Do you mind if I come in?”

You stammer, still not over your shock, “S-Sure.”

You step aside to grant him space and allow him to enter your magic shop. Lando’s eyes curiously roam around the studio and you close the door behind him, nudging the houseplant further to the wall using your foot to avoid getting tripped on it in the future.

“Take a seat. Please,” you invite, gesturing towards the couch. Lando takes the invitation and sits down. He looks too big on the couch, you note. He has long legs and an athletic build. Perhaps, it’s time to buy a bigger one.

“Nice place,” he compliments.

You want to snort out loud but refrain yourself from doing so.

Lando is saying things out of politeness.

Your studio is shit.

You know that.

It used to be a stock room that was converted into a studio when Yoon PD-nim offered you that deal, that's why the room is graciously small. They soundproofed the walls, painted everything gray, shoved in a few pieces of recording equipment and called it a day.

It's still quite nice of Lando to compliment the place though. You might hate this place but this is your wizard’s tower, your witch’s hut, your magic shop, and you feel pride swell in your chest when someone thinks your little corner is cool, even if you think he’s lying.

“Thanks,” you say sincerely. “How did you know I was…”

“I asked Jinnie,” he says simply.

“Ah,” your tone falls flat.

A moment's pause.

“So this is where you’ve been working?”

You nod. Suddenly, you feel conscious.

Your studio isn't really in the best state right now. When you work in a creative fever, you tend to make a mess. Being messy enhances your creativity. The sprawled papers with lyrics, the empty styro cups of coffee lying around, numerous pens and pencils (you don't even know why you feel the need to bring a lot of them) and rubber erasers, and your snacks. There's a mountain of crumpled paper in your trash can.

“Sorry, the place isn't really….” you trail off, making vague gestures with your hand. “I didn't know you were coming.”

“It's okay,” he chuckles. “I called, you know. And texted. You didn’t return any of it.”

“Oh, my phone’s charging,” you say, beginning to feel bad that you accidentally ignored him. “And my notifs are silent.”

“That explains it.”

“Shouldn't you be resting?” you asked. “You have a flight tomorrow.”

It's currently the 19th. Lando is set to leave for Japan on the 20th. His team wants him in Suzuka by September 20 and not later than that. They already had a field day when Lando announced that he's flying with you. At first, he wanted it to be just you and him. His team wouldn't let him because he can be a PR nightmare if given enough freedom so they let his manager, Kyla, tag along.

You’ve mistaken Kyla as a member of the PR team. Turns out she’s his manager.

“Is it a sin to want to spend a few hours with my girlfriend before I go?” he flutters his eyes innocently. You snorted.

“Fake but okay.”

“I’m being sincere here, girlfriend,” he pushes his lips into a pout. “Did you eat already?”

“No,” you answer.

“Should we grab something together?”

“Should we?” you humor his suggestion. It's been a few hours since you’ve eaten. You’ve skipped both breakfast and lunch.

“I think I can call a restaurant and make a reservation.”

“It's near midnight,” you point out, glancing down at the Rolex decorating his wrist. Isn't he aware of how late it is?

“So?”

“Restaurants are closed by now,” you state.

Lando shrugs.

“I can make the effort of finding those seafood pasta you like.”

Your brows furrow.

“What do you mean like? I never said I like those.”

“But I thought…” Lando blinks. “I’ve read it somewhere…”

“Huh?”

“You're from Jeju, right? You grew up eating seafood so you like seafood and you once said you have a palate for Italian food. I tried…liking the pasta with seafood. I hated it but I ate it anyway.”

Your jaw hangs open at the revelation.

This is single-handedly the sweetest thing someone has ever done to you.

You don't know whether to be touched about the sincerity or to cry because of his idiocy. You can definitely do both but you refuse to do both. You have an image to maintain.

“Didn't I tell you that the company manipulated my public information?” you ask incredulously. “Yes, I was from Jeju but I didn’t eat seafood much. I have a mild allergy—”

“In seafood?” you see his eyes widen into saucers. Oops, you shouldn't have said that. “Wait, you had an allergy attack, didn't you? On those lunch dates we had? Why didn't you tell me so early on?”

“I thought you liked it!” your voice raises slightly, panicked. You're caught. He isn't supposed to know about this.

“I didn't?! I loathe seafood but I ate a few bites because I thought you liked it!”

You blink at him. That is the sweetest while simultaneously the most stupid thing someone has ever done for you. You drag a hand across your face, a groan escaping your mouth and yet you’re smiling. You shake your head at him.

Points for Lando Norris for making you capable of feeling frustrated and another feeling you cannot name.

“We’re idiots.”

There is a stretch of silence before Lando speaks up.

“What do you want to eat? And please tell me the real one.”

You began listing the first three things that appeared inside your brain, “I like…. ramyeon, natto, and tteokbokki.”

You have a palate for convenience store food. Food that you can find in busy night markets. Food that is sold by street vendors. The kind of food that tastes like absolute shit if cold but tastes like home if microwaved into the right amount of temperature. If you venture in your imagination hard enough, you can taste your mother’s cooking after a few bites. But you don't tell Lando that.

“We can eat that.”

You raise a brow.

“The ramen, the chicken, and the tteokdokdok.”

“Tteokbokki,” you correct him gently.

“Tteoktokki,” he repeats.

“Tteok.”

“Bokki.”

“Tteokbokki.”

“Tteokdokki.”

You shake your head, “Tteok-Bo-Kki.”

“Tteok-Bo-Kki.”

You snap your fingers, nodding in approval, “Better.”

“I literally said the same thing.”

“You didn't.”

“Where will we eat this tteokbokki?” He says the tteokbokki slowly, careful with his pronunciation.

“There are night markets nearby,” you tell him. “It’s crowded though. I know a good convenience store that’s a good drive away. It’s usually empty. Do you go to convenience stores?”

You suddenly feel stupid for asking.

Do multi-millionaires like Lando Norris go to convenience stores? It’ll make much more sense if he books restaurants or employs a private chef to cook for him at home. Do they even have a palate for instant food? What do rich people snack on? You don't know. You're not rich. Even after becoming famous, you’re still not rich enough to live the life of luxury.

This just highlights the difference of the worlds you and Lando live in.

“I do. Just not frequently,” he shrugs. “We can go to the convenience store if you want. I don't mind.”

“No, it’s fine. We can eat anywhere you want. Jinnie might have a few hotel restaurants in mind.”

“But do you want to eat in hotel restaurants?”

His question makes you pause and Lando immediately takes your hesitation as a no.

“We can eat anything you want to eat. This is your place anyway. Show me around.”

You bite your lower lip as you contemplate. Should you or should you not? That is the question.

When your eyes drag themselves back to Lando’s face, you see that he’s already looking at you intently as he awaits your answer patiently. You want to shrink back at the intensity of his gaze.

“Well then, do you want to go on a convenience store date with me, boyfriend?”

Despite the hesitation he’s displayed earlier, Lando grins at your offer.

You take Lando to your favorite place in all of South Korea. Google Maps says it's a three hour drive away. You arrive there in two hours and a half.

Maybe it's a sign to change careers.

You used your Jeep Wrangler. Lando offered to drive but you shook your head and hopped on the driver’s seat, him taking the passenger seat.

You won't allow anyone to drive your car. It's a rule of yours.

The last time you allowed someone to drive your car, your Hyundai jumped over a sewage canal. Lando might be a professional race car driver and that alone spoke multitudes of his driving skills, but you're so traumatized with the incident with your Hyundai that you physically can't allow anyone, professional driver or not, to handle the steering wheel of any other cars you own.

Cars are expensive. You can't buy another car. You’ll bawl when you see the money departing your bank account.

You palm the steering-wheel with your right hand. Your left hand lays flat on the back of the passenger seat, behind Lando’s head. Your upper body is rotated towards the back, full focus activated as you reverse the car in expert ease. Lando is observing you, you can tell. You can feel his eyes burning holes in your side profile.

“You okay?” You ask Lando. The man has gone uncharacteristically silent when you’ve started reversing the car. You hear Lando let out a breath. Almost shakily. You cannot tell for sure.

“Yeah,” his voice breaks like a boy undergoing puberty and you have to thin your lips into a line to prevent yourself from laughing. “Nice parking skills.”

“Thanks,” you say nonchalantly. “You sure you're okay though?”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he rubs his throat. “I think the seatbelt’s a little too tight.”

Once the car’s perfectly parked, you kill the engine and exit the car. Lando follows suit.

“I don't know why you have to drive for almost three hours just to visit this place,” Lando gestures to the surroundings. “There's nothing here.”

“Exactly,” you say. “Come on, boyfriend.”

You pat his shoulder and lead the way. A bell chimes loudly as you push the door open. You step inside, the British racer only a few steps behind you. You tug down your mask.

“What's this place?” Lando questions.

“24-hour convenience store,” you answer. “But no staff.”

“No staff?” he asks. “So self service?”

“Ah yes, that’s the word. Self service,” You say. “Quite nice, right? We have complete privacy and good food. Two best things in the world.”

“Careful. Your introvert is showing.”

You snort, “First time coming to a place like this?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “No staff? Does nobody attempt to steal things?”

You shrug, “Probably not. Ramen is not worth going to jail for.”

“This shop will make a million dollar loss in an hour if it's in another country,” Lando says, his nose wrinkling. “Like in the UK or US or something.”

You beckon Lando to follow you through the aisles, “This way.”

“You even memorize the places of things,” he comments. “You come here often?”

You hum a yes. You stop in front of the freezer and open it, pulling out two plastic cups.

Lando’s forehead creases, “Just ice?”

“This is an ice cup,” you explain.

“Are we going to wait for the ice to melt before drinking it or….”

You stare at him incredulously before promptly bursting out in laughter.

“What's funny?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“Nothing, sorry,” you clear your throat. You don't know why you find that funny. Your humor is broken. “They sell pouches of juice or coffee and you pour it into the cup.”

Lando’s head tilts. He looks like a confused baby owl.

“Here, I’ll show you,” you walk up to a nearby shelf and grab a Kuromi pouch. It's peach-flavored. “This. You pour it here.”

You gesture to the ice cup. Lando’s mouth forms a circle in realization.

“Cool.”

“There are a lot of flavors,” you add, gesturing to the shelf. “Peach, apple, mango, strawberry, orange…”

You read out the flavors for Lando because you know he can't read Hangul. Lando wordlessly picks a grapefruit-flavored pouch. You nod.

“Good choice. Oh wait, we forgot to get a basket. Can you?”

Lando nods and leaves. When he comes back, now with a yellow basket, the two of you continue to browse down the entire store. You explain each of the food. He said no to most of them. Lando is a picky eater, you learn.

The two of you fill the basket near to the brim. You pay for each item, even though Lando insisted that he do it, and you occupy the table that faces that floor-to-ceiling glass window, overlooking the darkness of the night outside.

“Here,” you hand him a plastic fork. Lando accepts it, his brows furrowed. “You were struggling with the chopsticks.”

A shy smile makes its way to his face, “Sorry.”

You wave your hand as if to say it's no problem and plop down on the chair beside him. Lando digs in with his Buldak Samyang carbonara while you stir your Yoppoki Tteokbokki with yours before taking your first bite. You immediately let out a moan of pleasure.

“Is it delicious?” he asked.

“Very.”

You eat until your cheeks fill, chewing slowly.

“Oh wait, you should post something.”

“Now?”

“You took pictures of me earlier, right?” you know he did. He tried to be slick about it but you’d know if someone is taking a picture of you. “Put it on your story.”

“And delete it?”

“No. The world already knows we're dating anyway. Well, fake dating.”

Lando pulls out his phone and shows you the pictures in his gallery. There are aare a total of four pictures. Three are blurry. The other one is blocked by his finger.

“That one is good.”

“What do you mean good? It's blurry.”

“Blurry is an aesthetic.”

Lando shakes his head but opens his Instagram and begins to edit the photo you’ve chosen, “Help me with the caption?”

“I’m not good with them.”

“Me neither.”

“Your first caption was pretty good.”

“You think so?” he sounds hopeful.

You shrug your shoulders.

“Just say something like ‘her’ then put a period.”

That's the limit of your creative powers for the day.

Lando nods and begins typing. He’s typing quite long for a word with three letters and a single punctuation mark. He shows you the caption.

Your brows furrow.

He laughs, “I’m funny.”

“You’re really not,” you shake your head. “Put it in your drafts.”

“So I’m not posting it now?”

“You post it after we leave the place,” you say. “So we’ll be gone by the time the fans see it and decide they’ll come here.”

“That's very smart.”

“That's not being smart. That’s just common sense,” you state flatly.

“You know, I always thought you'd be a cold person.”

You raise a brow, not entirely sure if you're understanding him correctly. Cold is an adjective. It's used to describe temperature. You're uncertain if it can be applied to use as an adjective to describe a person.

Lando must have sensed your confusion that he adds, “Ice queen.”

Oh.

Yeah.

Okay. You understand it now.

“You used to look so cold and cool,” Lando says. “Ice queen. But also an IDGAF attitude. Very intimidating.”

You have no idea what IDGAF means but you nod your head and act like you understand him anyway. You make a mental note to search it up on the internet later.

“But you’re not.”

“I’m not,” you echo.

“You’re actually pretty sweet,” he adds.

“I’m trying to be kind.”

“You don't have to try. You already are.”

“The companies make us act sometimes.”

“What?”

“Like, before debut,” you begin. “There are companies that assign certain images to their idols. They give them parts to play like directors do to actors in movies. Like, oh, you look like this kind of person so you have to act like this kind of person. They take a look at your visuals and decide what role you’ll have. They took one look at my face and told me that I have to be a strict and serious person who is scary and cold and unbothered. I didn't want to do it because I tend to smile really easily before and I just wanted to have a lot of friends, you know?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“When you’re intimidating, you tend to not have a lot of them. Despite that, I followed the role. Many praised me for it and others just….well, they didn't like it. The company was happy, though. They told me I was good at acting. But it's just…sad that the person I am on the screen is not real.”

“Yeah, that's honestly sad. I can't imagine doing that for my team. I’ll suck at it. Imagine me cold and serious,” Lando makes a serious face but he ends up doing a The Rock Smoulder. You have to stop yourself from laughing out loud by thinning your lips and twisting it.

“You're doing it, though. For the team. This whole fake dating thing,” you gesture to yourselves.

Lando mutters something under his breath while stroking his chin. You don't catch it.

“Hm?”

“Nothing. I think your eyes are pretty.”

He's changing the subject. He does it so swiftly, too.

“I know, I thank my mother every day for it,” you joke and Lando chuckles softly. “But don't be jealous, you have pretty eyes yourself.”

He turns into a lovely shade of pink. You can see it. You don't speak of it.

“It changes colors sometimes,” you continue, pointing at your eyes. “Like, it’s kind of gray in the dark. But if the sun shines on it, it has three colors.”

“You stare at my eyes a lot, do you?”

“Well, if a certain thing is pretty, you can't help but stare, you know?”

“Yeah, I guess that's why I stare at you a lot, too.”

You laugh, the sound airy, shaking your head. What a flirt. The cute kind.

“I’m quite the head turner, aren't I?”

“You are,” he agrees seriously.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He smirks, confident.

“Careful, you might fall for me, fake girlfriend,” he says cheekily. You have the desire to shatter his ego so you did.

“You're handsome but you're not my type.”

His smirk falters. You give a chortle.

“What's your type then?” he asks, leaning slightly forward. His eyes reflect anticipation.

You fall into a momentary thoughtful silence, “For starters, attractive men who can drive very fast cars. With a racing license this time. Not like me.”

Lando smiles at your light attempt at a joke. Good to know that he finds the dark humor surrounding your career-ending scandal funny.

“I am an attractive man,” he gestures to his face. “With a priceless face and I drive a very fast car. Formula one or sports cars. Oh and would you look at that? I have a racing license and a regular driving license.”

“You are an attractive man,” you agree. “But again, not my type.”

Lando dramatically puts his hand against his chest, right above where his heart lies and acts like you just shot him dead on the spot.

“Hmm, what else? Ah, plays golf,” you list another trait of your ideal man.

“I play golf,” he crosses his arms, leans back against the back of his seat, and lifts his hips a little as he adjusts his sitting position on the chair, manspreading a little. This is one of the subtle things men do that women cannot help but find attractive. You’re also a woman. Of course, you find that attractive.

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance. Lando laughs at you.

“A few years older than me.”

When Lando opens his mouth, you cut him off, holding up a finger, “I’m older than you.”

By months only but still.

“In the standards of your fake birthday, I am older than you.”

You huff, shaking your head. He is right, to some degree. The world thinks he is older than you because HAN Entertainment decided to lie about your birthday.

“Looks good in red.”

“You know, orange is a mixture of red and yellow. Technically, it's still red. So I look good in red. One plus one equals two. I am connecting shit.”

He raises two index fingers in the air and connects them together to put further emphasis on the words he imparted in a sage-like manner.

“You're not connecting anything.”

“Hell yeah, I am. I am so smart, I should just be McLaren’s chief strategist. Maybe then I can finally get my first win.”

You cannot help but raise an amused brow.

“Fine, if you're so smart Mr. Strategist, what's plan A to your victory?”

His answer comes immediately, no hesitation and he utters it with so much confidence in his chest: “Sneak into Red Bull and steal their car.”

You abruptly burst out laughing, the sound filling up the entire convenience store. You cannot hold it in anymore. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself down.

You don't laugh pretty. You're very much aware of that. You sound like a dolphin when you do. But Lando is so funny that you forget to feel conscious of the weird sound that leaves your mouth for a whole five seconds before you remember to compose yourself and stop.

“You don't have to cover your mouth when you laugh, you know?” he says. “Or try to stop yourself from laughing. Just laugh if you want.”

You give him a look. Why is he turning serious all of a sudden?

“Wait, red?” Lando does a double take once you’ve composed yourself. “Don’t tell me your ideal type is….”

His forehead creases. You nod.

He says, “Carlos?!” the same time you say, “It’s Kim Mingyu.” How did he even come to that conclusion?

Oh wait. Red. Older than you. Drives fast cars. Racing license. Makes sense.

You blink at each other.

“Who the hell is Kim Mingyu?”

“You don't know Kim Mingyu?” you pull out your phone, open Google Photos, and search for the folder named: 민규❤️❤️❤️. The folder contains 7659 photos of Kim Mingyu.

“Fake boyfriend, let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Kim Mingyu,” you show your favorite Mingyu photo.

The one where he’s wearing a black fitted shirt, his cheek against the back of his hand, and the veins in his arms bulging. He’s serving major boyfriend vibes.

Lando rolls his eyes.

“He doesn’t look that good.”

“No, Lando, you are not seeing it,” you hold the phone closer to his face.

“I am seeing it and I am saying he’s not good looking.”

“Lies.”

“I'm not lying.”

“It's Kim Mingyu.”

“And?”

You pull a face, retracting your phone. “Come on, he’s quite good looking. And tall. Very tall.”

You once have to stand beside him in an ending ceremony in Inkigayo. You barely even come up to his chest.

“I’m tall.”

“You’re shorter than him.”

“You're killing me here.”

You chuckle. You pat his shoulder in faux sympathy.

“There, there. That's okay. You're my boyfriend anyway. Don't be jealous.”

“Damn right, I am.”

You snort.

“But you have to stan Seventeen though. After your race in Suzuka, we’ll try to binge GoSe.”

When you’re too full to finish the rest of your tteokbokki, you drag Lando outside the convenience store.

“Sand?” he questions.

“Sand,” you state.

“There's sand in my shoes,” Lando complains.

“Take it off and like,” you make the motion of flipping your shoes upside down to remove the sand inside. He does as you’ve told him but he seems to be not fully satisfied with it. There is still sand inside his shoe.

“This won't do,” he says. “I should have brought flip flops.”

“Let's go barefoot,” you kick off your shoes and neatly place them on the foot of a nearby coconut tree. You motion for Lando to do the same, but you’re met with hesitance.

“What if someone steals them?”

It's a valid concern to have, you suppose. You look around you. Darkness is all that can be perceived.

“Who’d steal them? Cheonyeogwisin?”

“I don't even know what that is.”

“Just leave the shoes here, Lando.”

The sand feels good underneath your feet. A bit ticklish. A little too familiar. You turn on the flashlight of your phone and jog up to the shore.

“Wait for me!” you hear Lando scream from behind you.

“Palli!” you yell back, voice almost drowning in the wind.

“I am palli-ing!”

You roll your pants up to your knees and soak your feet in the cold waves, shivering. You turn around just as Lando body slams you and the two of you fall into the ice-cold waves. Your jaw comes slack, eyes wide. The two of you are now drenched from head to toe.

Lando bashfully smiles, “Sorry.”

“Lando!” you splash him in his face.

Lively shrieks fill the silent night sky. The stars twinkle with mirth at the two of you, the line between fake and real blurring.

Lando flies out just four hours after you arrive in Seoul proper. You feel bad for bringing him somewhere far and not giving him enough hours to rest. Then, he tells you: "It's one of the best nights I've ever had."

He sounds so sincere that you have to stop yourself from blushing red.

In the schedule Jinnie gave you, you are only required to make an appearance in the race proper on the 24th. You have the 20th, 21st, and 22nd to work on your single before having to fly out on the 23rd. Regardless, you fly to Japan on the 21st with Jinnie in tow, two days earlier than your original schedule.

Jinnie doesn't question nor protest against your obvious disobedience on the appointed schedule. You're glad she didn't.

"Lando?" you question after seeing the man standing behind your hotel door. It's nearly twelve and you've just checked in the hotel with Jinnie. "What are you..."

"Just checking in," he smiles. "Do you mind if I come in?"

"Don't you have a race tomorrow?" Despite your question, you sidestep to let him inside your hotel room. "You should be resting."

"That's okay. I'm well rested. Are you going to watch the FP1 tomorrow?"

You shake your head, "I'm going to work on my song."

"Oh," his face falls. "Why'd you fly in early then?"

You shrug.

Honestly, you don't know either.

It's an act based purely on impulse. Not your finest moments.

"Maybe I can watch?" you say. "I'm not really sure."

You don't want to get mobbed again.

ORACLE has a rather large fanbase in Japan. You know there will be curious fans who'll await your appearance in the race. And while you're glad that your PR relationship with Lando is receiving the right type of attention from the public, you still hate having this much attention on you.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Lando says.

"I'll go," you decide with finality. "I mean this is why we're doing this in the first place, right? Make people believe that we're real."

Lando's lips form a line.

"I suppose."

"Then, I'll be there."

The song making can wait.

Once again, Jinnie takes charge in deciding your clothing. You’ve long since given up on protesting or even suggesting your ideas. You have to get used to it again. Wearing whatever is given to you like a doll. After all, you are to return to the stage of KPop again.

Today’s WAG OOTD is a Miu Miu black dress, a black leather jacket, and Gianvito Rossi strappy sandals. Nothing too impressive. It's just the free practice sessions after all.

Jinnie hands you the McLaren ball cap and you grimace.

“How's the song coming up?”

“I’ve been trying to combine my demos and see how it sounds,” you reply. “But I have a concept in mind and I jotted down a few phrases for the lyrics.”

“I got an email from Yoon PD-nim today. He’s strongly suggesting you use a racing concept for your single.”

Strongly suggesting.

Translation: commanding.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Fuck it.

He’s really going to use the scandal and hope it’ll make you rise from the ashes like a phoenix reborn. The problem is that you're far from a phoenix. You’re human. As disappointing that may be but that is the cold truth. You're uncertain how people will react if you use a racing concept. You cannot afford to risk this over something like this.

You have one chance. And if KNetz reacts badly on your song and your MV, you’re never going to have another chance to go back on stage, to go back home.

Yoon PD-nim is too thoughtless at times. You want to shake him.

Jinnie drives you to the paddock and drops you to the parking lot. You expect that you’ll have to find your way to the garage again alone. Your knees are trembling as you step out of the car.

To your surprise, a staff member of the McLaren team—you assume he works for the team because of the orange polo shirt—approaches you as you exit the car.

“[Name]?”

“Hi,” you offer a polite smile.

“I’m Rick, I’m one of Lando’s mechanics, pleasure to meet you,” he introduces.

“Pleasure is all mine, Sir,” you say, dipping your chin into a small bow.

“Come this way,” he beckons. You follow him.

“Did Lando ask you to pick me up?”

“Well, he insisted on picking you up but the race was about to start so we had to force him to stay put in the livery and he wouldn't stay put until we said we’ll pick you up. Said people might flock over you and you don't like it when it happens.”

Your heart warms.

“That's very thoughtful of him. And sweet.”

“That's Lando Norris for you,” he says. “He’s always treating all the people he’s working with kindly. He only has to be polite but he even exerts effort in helping and making our work easier.”

“That's true,” you agree. “I can attest to that, as his fake girlfriend. He only has to treat me well when there's a camera but he’s even going as far as offering friendship.”

The rest of the walk to McLaren was peaceful. Or at least as peaceful as you hope it can be.

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Lost In Ikea

Summary: John was a patient man, but he had his limits. That includes having to navigate his way around a maze you called IKEA and the impossibility of having to put the bloody bed together—his patience was even shorter after being interupted twice and a broken bed as an aftermath. Character: John Price x F!Wife!Reader. OC Daughter (Katherine Price) Word Count: 1,066 Chapter Warnings: General Chaos. John gets cockblocked twice. Unedited. Lol. Author's Note: for @glitterypirateduck;s O'Captain! Challenge Scenarios:

4. Lost In IKEA 55. Someone gets walked in on (doesn't have to be sexual) 89. Shopping for a new bed.

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The frown has marred John’s face the moment he had placed the car on park and he was greeted by the annoying blue and yellow signage. It still confused him to no end why you insist on buying a bed in IKEA when he could make one himself.

“Are you excited to go to IKEA?” The gentle baby talk lingered besides him as he turned towards you whose attention was solely on your six month old daughter on the car seat.

It was another special occasion for the three of you aside from buying a new bed for them, you had also decided that it was time to invest on some more furniture and decoration for the baby’s bed.

John grumbled under his breath as he reluctantly got out of the car, following his wife as you handed him the sling carrier to carry your daughter. Without another word, he placed his daughter onto the carried on his chest and was greeted with the lovely grumble of his pride and joy.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane now, Love.” He whispered gently kissing on top of her head before following his wife through the towering blue and yellow entrance.

The sprawling maze of Scandinavian furniture loomed before him like a daunting labyrinth, and he could help but feel a surge of irritation bubbling within him. Why can his wife just allow him to make the bloody bed or more specifically fix the one they had broken last night instead?

“Can’t we just order online like normal people?” John muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the chatter of shoppers around. He honestly hated being surrounded by people and having to act hyper vigilant because of it.

You turned to him in amusement, but a sympathetic glance lingered, you know all too well his disdain for crowded stores and aimless browsing. But you also know him enough to know he hated online shopping just as much.

“Come on, John. We’re just here for the bed and some decorations for Katherine’s bed.” You tried your best to reassure him.

But as you three continued to venture deeper into the seemingly endless aisles, John’s frustration only intensified. Every turned seemed to lead to yet another showroom, each meticulously staged to showcase the latest in minimalist design. He couldn’t help but scoff at the idea of spending hours wandering through fake living rooms and bedrooms.

"This is ridiculous," John grumbled, scanning the maze of shelves for any sign of escape. "How can anyone enjoy this?"

You chuckled rubbing his bearded cheek before kissing him on the cheeks, knowing there was only one way to placate him and his stormy mood.

“How about this,” You began pulling him towards one of the less populated showrooms. “How about once we’re finished with shopping for the bed and decorations, we can bring Katherine to your parents’ house for a few days so we could handle fixing the bed and redesigning Katherine’s room?” You wiggled your brows knowingly.

John was slowly cracking at the proposition.

“Three days. One day for creating that bloody bed and two days of whatever I want.” He proposed.

“How about a week and we fly your parents and Katherine to Disneyland?” You offered.

“Deal.” John shook your hands sealing the deal and your fate for the weak.

Even with the deal in place, John could not hide his annoyance. Meandering through the store, his annoyance grew with each passing moment especially when you three had found yourself walking in circles for a couple of times. The endless stream of shoppers, the blaring announcements over the intercom, and the overwhelming array of choices left him feeling claustrophobic and irritable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity and the growing irritable baby on his chest, they had reached the checkout line with their items at hand. John let out a sigh of relief, eager to finally escape the chaos of the store.

“We are never setting foot in an IKEA again.” John muttered to you as soon as you three had exited.

“I hope you keep your word and keep the bed sturdy.” You pointed out knowingly.

John rolled his eyes, not wanting to remember the reason behind the broken bed in the first place.

Last Night

“Get out!”

John was close to a coronary at this point. It was the third time tonight that someone had interrupted him with his wife and he was ready to shoot anyone else that would try barging into his bedroom without bloody knocking.

“I told you to lock the bedroom door.” You giggled finding the whole thing amusing. Even with you barely clothed at this point just as much as him, you were barely affected by the fact that Gaz had seen the two of you almost having sex.

John had wished he had never brought the three to his home, he had wished no one knew about their relationship, and he had wished that his wife was not so hospitable as you were right now even after the incident that had now become a common occurrence when everyone was off base.

If only he could turn back time.

“If I had known that those Muppets didn’t know how to knock I would have.” He muttered, the mood now dampened with annoyance of being interrupted.

“Just lock the door and fuck me already.” You giggled, nudging him with your foot and he somehow sprang back to life at that.

Wasting no time, he got up and locked the door before jumping right back into devouring you. You were a giggling mess as he began to strip you of what remained of your clothes.

Even before John could begin, the sound of Soap’s laughter and the crying that came soon after from their daughter had finally sealed the deal that the moment was ruined permanently for the night.

“Bloody fucking hell.” John couldn’t help himself from cursing as you burst into fits of laughter as you stood up and slid on your night robe and opened the door to tend to your crying daughter and attempt to scold Soap from keeping it down.

Slumping his full body into the bed in frustration, the last thing John would have ever expected to happen was for the bed to give out under him further sealing his fate for the night.

“God fucking damn it.”

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hi! could i request jamie x reader. neighbours. annoyance to lovers please?

I loved this idea and also got massively carried away as always, so this will have to be split in two parts!

warnings: two horny idiots as usual, swearing, artist fem!reader, nudity

Too Good to be True (part one)

You knew it was too good to be true.

When your mum’s quirky bohemian friend Sylvia told you that she needed someone to house sit over the summer, you never realised it would look like this. You had always known she was well-off, but it turns out Sylvia was rich rich. Her house was in a beautiful area of London you had never been before, full of tall semi terraced Georgian buildings with big ornate gardens. It was the sort of area almost exclusively frequented by yummy mummies and incognito celebrities.

As you walk around all the gorgeous rooms, tenderly stroking the furniture, you felt like you couldn’t have wished for a nicer place if you tried. After living in an awful house share with terrible roommates for the last six months, you were ready for some alone time.

This was not to be. On your first day in the house, after several hours exploring all the nooks and crannies, you eventually fall asleep in her massive bed around midnight; however, you are rudely awoken about four hours later by the sound of arguing outside. You try to ignore them but it only gets louder, until you are forced to put on one of Sylvia’s many(!) silk robes and investigate.

You march outside to see two men facing each other in the doorframe of the house attached to yours.

“Would you two mind shutting the fuck up? It’s 4am and some of us are trying to sleep?”

They both turned around. They are both incredibly handsome; one is dark and surly looking and standing outside with his arms crossed. The other has an incredible jawline and floppy boyband hair, and is still standing in the doorway. The boyband one looks you up and down and you feel your cheeks heat up. It’s times like these you regretted sleeping in the nude, as you huddle the way-too-thin robe tightly around you. He eventually folds his arms indignantly and opens his mouth.

“Love, you don’t understand, we’re -”

“I do not give a flying fuck who you are, just be quiet. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in months and I’m not about to have two bozos ruin it with their lover’s tiff.”

You huff, turning swiftly back indoors before a sharp night’s breeze could expose you.

The surly man who had remained quiet for this entire exchange turns to his friend.

“I like her.”

____

The next morning, you open the front door to find a small beautiful wrapped box.On the label it just says,

Hey Neighbour,

Sweet Dreams

Jamie xx

Jamie. That must have been the floppy haired one.

You tentatively open it to find a small pair of earplugs. The cheeky git.

However, that night when you climb into bed, you spot the box of earplugs. You don’t want to use them out of spite, but also you are shattered and couldn’t risk getting woken up again.

You were surprised to wake up a whole 12 hours later. It's the best you've felt in a long time. You look up the earplugs online and it turns out they are very expensive. He may be rude, but at least he wasn't cheap. You consider thanking him, especially as you start regularly seeing him stretching or working out in the garden, until one day he catches you looking. He waves at you with the smug grin of a prick who knows how good he looks, and you have to immediately walk away. At this point you decide never to talk to him again if you can help it. After all, it was just one summer - how much could you see him really?

It’s the next Sunday when you are walking home from your weekly shop in perhaps your grossest sweats, hair everywhere and glasses still on. To make matters worse, you're struggling as you always buy too much to fit into your bag.

It’s at this point when some dreadful orange sports car pulls up next to you and honks their horn, making you nearly jump out of your skin and drop half your stuff on the ground. You turn around just to see a familiar smug face as he waves at you before speeding off. No, he is a prick.

After you make it home, you decide to forget all about him. But these are old houses, and the walls are thinner than you’d like. More specifically, a week or so later, as you get into bed you think you can hear a voice. You think it may be a ghost, until you hear a distinct Mancunian twang and you realise that Jamie’s bedroom is directly connected to yours (or at least one of them was, who was to say how many bedrooms these sorts of houses had.) It’s when you hear another, softer voice that you realise that maybe Jamie has company.

But it’s fine. He’s allowed to have people over. You go back to your book until ten minutes later, when you start hearing very different noises. He definitely was not alone. And clearly whoever he was with was having a great time.

Your stomach tightens. This isn't just annoying at this point, it’s downright depressing. You can't remember the last time someone made you feel like that. As much of a patronising shit as he was, you had to admit that Jamie was very attractive. You try to keep reading, but you soon find your imagination straying into unwanted territory. Your entire body goes flush when you catch yourself, so you put your earplugs in and go to sleep. Eventually.

—-

It's a blisteringly hot day and you've made the mistake of buying yet another heavy shop. As you're walking home, you're covered in sweat. You're trying to get home as fast as you can before some of the food defrosts in this heat, but it's like wading through hot sticky mud.

You take one more step and suddenly feel a bit lightheaded. You stagger to a nearby wall and sit down, looking down at your feet. It's at this point that of course you see out of the corner of your eye, a familiar orange car pulling up in front of you. You wave a hand away.

"Not now Jamie."

"Are you alright?"

You look up and he's got a genuine look of concern on his face.

"Yeah, I just needed a breather. If you haven't noticed, it's very hot out here."

He pauses for a moment.

"Did you want a lift?"

"I'm good, thanks. It's not that far."

"Don't be daft, just get in the car."

"Jamie -"

"It's got really good air con."

You look at your bags. You really didn't want the food to go bad in this heat.

"Fine."

You drop your bags into the bag and slide into the seat next to him. You can't help but notice how gross and sweaty you were on his nice leather seats.

"Sorry, I'm very gross and sweaty." You immediately say without thinking.

He looks over and laughs.

"Trust me, this car has seen a lot worse."

You groan.

"Oh come on, I don't need to imagine that."

"I just meant after training, Jesus woman, get your head out of the gutter!"

"Training for what?"

He laughs again. "You're joking, right?"

You shake your head.

"You seriously don't know who I am?"

"Should I?"

He smiles as he looks back out to the road.

"Nah, I guess not."

You look around his car.

"All I need to know is that you've clearly got more money than sense."

"Oi, I'm doing you a favour here like a bloody gentleman!"

“I mean I don’t know if this is really a favour. You could be kidnapping me for all I know.”

“Love, I’ve got more than enough money. I do not need to kidnap some random bird for a ransom.”

“Who says you’re doing it for money?”

He sighs and shakes his head.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible, or just practical? Us ‘random birds’ have got to look out for ourselves.”

“Well then, Your Highness, we have arrived.” Jamie signals to your door as the car pulls to a stop. “You can get out now, I promise.”

You get out and go to get your bags,but Jamie quickly grabs them and is walking to your door. You run ahead, making sure you’ll be able to get in and clear any embarrassing debris before he can see it.

"You don't have to do that, you know."

He shrugs. "I used to help my mum carry her shopping all the time when it was just me and her. Now I just pay to get it delivered to her house."

You stop at the front door. The admission strikes you. You wondered for a moment what Jamie was like when he was younger. You wondered where his dad was. However, Jamie didn’t understand your silence.

“I’m not trying anything, I swear. I won’t come in and …” He looks around. “Steal your knickers or whatever.”

You scoff as you turn around.

“That’s a weird thing to say.”

He huffs in exasperation.

“Look, my arms are going to drop off, can you just open the bloody door already?”

“Alright, but if any one of my knickers are gone, you’re in serious trouble.”

“Aye aye captain.” He tries to salute, but wacks himself in the face with one of the bags. You stifle a laugh, before letting him in. He smiles at you for a moment, and you feel an unfamiliar warm feeling in your chest. Best to just ignore that and get back to the task at hand.

As you put everything away, he looks around. There are unfinished canvas and paint everywhere.

"Are you one of them fancy pants artists then?"

"Not yet. I'm one of those unpaid ones.” You suddenly feel very shy. “I'm just house-sitting for the summer, I'm not rich. Unlike you.”

“So no one is paying your ransom then?”

“No one would pay good money for me. In fact, they might actually pay you for taking me away.” You say it flippantly, but Jamie sees the slightly dejected look on your face.

“So maybe you should be the one kidnapping me, eh? I tell you, I’d go for a pretty penny.” He gently biffs your arm. You don’t look at him, continuing to pack away the shopping.

“Well if I ever have to turn to a life of crime, you’ll be the first to know.”

He stands around for a minute, as if he’s not sure what to do with himself, before going to leave.

“Thanks, by the way.” You call out.

He turns around and shrugs.

“Any time.”

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you. Next thing you know, you’ll be my personal Uber.”

He jogs down the front steps, without looking back.

“Only if you start tipping!”

___

A few days later, you're gardening when suddenly a ball crashes into the ground right near your hand. You scream, causing Jamie to pop his head over.

"Jesus Jamie, are you trying to kill me?"

You stand up and dust your knees. He's got that concerned look on his face yet again.

"Are you alright?"

You reassure him. "I'm fine, you just missed me.” You pinch your fingers almost together. “Just."

He looks sheepish.

"I'm sorry."

You fold your arms.

"You should be."

As you say this, two other men peer their head over the fence.

"Sorry miss. We're just playing a round of cricket." One replies in a soft Welsh accent. Behind them, you notice the surly man sitting in the back of the garden, who nods at you.

"Roy's taking a break if you want to join?" Jamie offers you the bat.

"Are you asking me to play with you Jamie?"

"Well, you're less likely to get hit in this garden."

"Hmmm." You think of all the empty canvas you were ignoring. "Fine, but let me get changed first."

As you start to walk into the house, one of the boys turns to Jamie.

"You didn't tell me your neighbour was fit."

"Isaac, don’t even think about it.” Jamie chides him. Something about this made your stomach feel squiggly, but you couldn’t put a name on it.

This squiggly feeling means it takes you a little longer than planned to get dressed, as you meticulously scrub the dirt from your hands and knees and maybe apply a tinted lipbalm or two. By the time you come back out, the men seem to have doubled and one of them has somehow set up a barbecue. The game of cricket seems long forgotten as they sit and drink around the fire pit. You pick up a beer bottle and wander around, trying to slip into one of the group conversations.

“When do you think Ted and Rebecca will get together?” A man with a strong french accent says.

“I dunno, I still think him and Trent have got something going on.” Colin muses thoughtfully. Isaac nods with him.

“Yeah man, there were vibes between them at Christmas.”

You decide to pipe up now before you have to figure out who Ted, Trent or Rebecca was.

"Sorry to interrupt, but how do you all know each other?".

The boys look at each other, then Jamie.

"We all play football together." Jamie finally breaks the silence.

"Oh that's cute!” You look around at this crew. They are all very handsome, but all looked very different, from all walks of life. “It's so hard to make friends as an adult I find, so it's good to have hobbies. Do you think I'll be allowed to come to one of your matches?"

They all look at each other again and start to laugh. You think you've missed something but you figure it's some inside joke.

One of the guys, who you think you heard referred to as Sam, leans forward. "So Miss, what do you do for a living?"

You take a swig from your bottle.

"I'm an art teacher. I teach at the local college, although it's mainly adult evening classes. You know the saying, ‘those who can't do, teach’. At least, that’s what my dad likes to say."

"But you can do though." Jamie pipes up from behind his beer. "I've seen all them canvas in your house."

"Ah, you are a painter. Are you more of a modernist or post modernist?" Jan, the tall Dutch one asks.

"I don’t know, I mean I've got a show at the end of the summer which I'm preparing for but I'm not very good-"

"If you've got a show you must be good. Or at least someone thinks so." Jamie folds his arms.

“I mean, I guess, the guy at the gallery did personally invite me-.”

“There you go.” Jamie nodded triumphantly.

“Can we see them? The paintings?” Sam asked.

“Not yet! They are nowhere near ready!” This was somewhat true. For the most part, you had barely started. You had been struggling for inspiration lately, but you weren’t going to tell this extremely attractive group of men that. “You’ll have to come to the art show. I’ve got some flyers in the house. I can get them if you like?”

The boys enthusiastically nod, and you make sure to hand them each one, with Jamie receiving the last flyer. Your fingers brush for a moment, and you find yourself staring at each other a bit too long until you are interrupted by a loud cough.

“The meat is ready, Jamie.” Roy loudly announced.

“Coming!”

The rest of the night goes quickly in a blur, as all the boys bombard you with questions and you find yourself chatting to all of them in depth. You’re pretty sure you know all their life stories by the end of it. Eventually, the night wears on and they all slope off one by one until it’s just you, Jamie and Roy left. Roy is sound asleep on Jamie’s couch, and the two of you quietly start cleaning up.

“You don’t have to help me, you know.” Jamie says. “I’m a big boy, I can clean up after meself.”

You drop a can into the recycling bag.

“I know. But a nice guy dropped me off when I was struggling to take my shopping home, so I thought I’d return the favour.”

Jamie stopped what he was doing.

“You don’t owe me anything.”

You looked at him confused.

“I know.”

The two of you go back to tidying in silence.

“So, Isaac thinks I’m fit, does he?”

Jamie drops the bottle he was holding. He frantically grabs a dustpan and brush and frantically starts brushing the broken glass. Roy stirs for a minute, then rolls back over. You gently took the dustpan off him and empty it into the bin.

“No! Er, I mean, he does, but he thinks anything with a pulse is fit.”

“So you’re saying he’s got low standards?”

“No, that’s not what I meant, it’s just- just-”

“I’m teasing. I obviously know that just means he has excellent taste.”

“And I thought I had a big head.”

“I mean, you do, but that’s beside the point.”

“Oi, I can say it, but you can’t!” At this point, Jamie puts down the bag and picks up the hose.

“What do you think you’re doing with that?” You ask.

“What do you think?” He says, before switching it on, chasing you with the spray. You run away, screaming.

“I’ll get you for this!”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do to me?” He moves the hose to catch you again, but at the exact same time Roy walks outside and Jamie catches him in the face. You both freeze.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow, Jamie!” You quickly leave, waving a goodbye as you start to hear the beginning of Roy’s bollocking.

Later, as you go up to your bedroom and dry your hair with a towel, you spot Jamie and Roy chatting in the garden. Jamie looks up at you and smiles. You smile and wave back, before pointing at your still soaking t-shirt.

“I hope you’re proud.” You mouth at him. He shrugs and you shake his head.

Roy turns to Jamie.

“When are you just going to fucking ask her out already?”

___

After the barbecue you start to see Jamie more often.

He almost always drops you home from your big shop, and sometimes drops you there too. He always says hello when you're in the garden and even starts asking for gardening advice.

One day, when it is too hot, you buy a child's paddling pool to sit in your bikini. Jamie, who has been trying and failing to do his workout in the sun, asks if he can join you and the two of you sit in it in silence until the sun goes down. Both of you are definitely not checking each other out behind your sunglasses when the other isn’t looking.

Then one night, you go out with some of your old university friends. What was meant to be just one drink turns into several bottles and you find yourself outside the front door at 3am trying to get the key to work.

After what feels like forever, you hear a door open.

"Oh, how the turn tables."

"Hello Jamie." You slur a little, swaying gently. "If you don't mind I could really do with focusing right now."

"Well it seems like you are doing just fine without me, so I'll leave you to it." He goes inside, sighing before coming straight back out again.

"Do you want to come in? Maybe have a cup of tea? Some toast?"

Your shoulders sag, "I would love that, yes. My feet are absolutely killing me." You follow him as enthusiastically as you can while he gently takes your arm and guides you in.

You flop down on the couch, quickly taking off your shoes and putting your feet up.

"Jamie, how long have you lived here?"

"About six months, why?"

"There's no decoration in here at all. This is the house of a killer, Jamie." He pops back around holding two mugs.

"I mean, I dunno. I'm not sure how to make it look good.

"It doesn't have to look good. It's your house. It just has to make you happy. What makes you happy Jamie?"

He takes a minute to think, screwing up his face in concentration.

“Bums?”

“I like what I like.”

“Hmmm. We can work with that. Perhaps a big tasteful nude somewhere around here.” You wave your hand towards the fireplace.

“Do you paint nudes?” Jamie pauses for a moment. “Nude is them pictures of naked people right?”

“Yeah they are and are you asking me to paint you a nude Jamie? Men usually slide into my DMS for that sort of thing.”

“Not like that. I just think your art is really cool. It reminds me of that guy…what’s his name? Frankie Bakeoff?”

“Francis Bacon?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“He’s actually one of my inspirations. You know, you've got a good eye Jamie.”

He sits down, placing the mugs on the table.

“Er, I’ve got two good eyes actually.” He remains completely deadpan and at this point, you let out a proper laugh.

“You know I never asked you what you do for a living. I mean, you’re obviously a comedian but you know, for money. Especially to live in a place like this.”

“I’m a footballer.”

“Haha, yeah, good one.”

“I don’t know why that’s so hard to believe. My name is Jamie Tartt and I play for AFC Richmond.”

You squint at him, before pulling out your phone. You type in “Jamie Tartt.” And suddenly there are thousands and thousands of articles and pictures with tiny Jamies staring back at you.

“Oh my god. And all those boys at the BBQ -”

“They are my teammates.”

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” You cry out, putting your face in your hands. “I told all of them about my dad’s five a side! They must all think I’m a complete idiot!”

“Nah. They all thought it was pretty cute.”

“I’m glad someone finds my stupidity cute.”

“I dunno, I think a lot of stuff you do is cute.”

Your face goes red. He can’t have meant that. You look at him. He truly is beautiful, although he must know it. You remembered the woman in his room. He could get anyone and you know it.

“Have you ever done modelling Jamie?”

“I mean yeah. I’ve done shoots for stuff. Adidas, Nike and my own fragrance for men, Tarttbreaker.”

“What the hell does that even mean? You know what, never mind, I was just wondering..would you fancy posing? For a painting?” You look at your feet. “It’s just, I’m so sick of painting myself and oranges at this point.”

His eyes light up.

“Really? You want to paint me?”

“Don’t let it go to that massive head of yours Tartt.”

“I can’t promise anything.” He sits down next to you, placing the mugs on the table. The throbbing in your feet still hasn’t gone away, and without thinking you start rubbing your soles. Curse those beautiful shoes, you think to yourself.

“Here, I can help with that.” You didn’t realise Jamie was staring at your feet.

“What?”

“Trust me, I’m really good at foot rubs.”

“Is this some weird foot thing?”

“No, you perv. My physio showed me some really good tricks. You know the physio I have because I am a professional footballer, yeah?” You roll your eyes as he gently takes your foot.

“You’re never going to let me live that do-”

You can’t finish the sentence as you are distracted by just how good it feels. A small “fuck” slips out.

“Is that alright? I didn’t hurt ya, did I? I can stop.”

“No, no no no. No.”

You are surprised by your own enthusiasm. He slowly starts again, and you say nothing, until a small moan slips out. Jamie’s head suddenly whips up.

“I mean, I think my ankles are more sore than anything -” He moves his hands up, moving his thumbs in slow circles. You thought this would improve things, but it’s just making things worse. Your heart is racing.

“And what about your calves?”

You nod dumbly. “They’re pretty - pretty sore too.”

His hands hesitantly move up your leg, up to your knees. His face inches closer to yours, his hands about to move down your thigh, when your stomach very loudly rumbles. He jumps up and your legs close shut.

“I was going to make you toast.”

“Yes, yes you were.” He leaves the room and you lie back on the couch. Your head is spinning.. What is going on? You think as your eyes slowly start to close.

By the time Jamie finally returns to the room, two very distracted attempts at toast later, you are fast asleep on the couch. He picks up a blanket and covers you, before heading upstairs. He then lies down, closing his eyes for just a minute, until there is a soft knock on the door.

“Are you ready for training, fuckhead?”

“Shh.” He points to you, sound asleep and snoring.

Roy tilts his head. Jamie whispers. “I’ll explain later.”

______

You wake up with a pounding headache. It takes you a second to realise you are not in your bed. You are on someone’s couch. Jamie’s couch.

You look at your phone. 9:03am. You look around for any sign of him, but it seems like he’s gone already. YOu decide to wash up the mugs, before you spot it on his fridge. There is no decoration in any of his flat, except one flyer that is stuck on the fridge. Your flyer.

You smile, before finding a piece of paper and a pen.

That afternoon, you return to your flat. Looking at your big canvas you know what to do.

___

Jamie finally gets back to his flat and he is exhausted. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about last night, and as he suspected, you are long gone by the time he gets home.

However, as he walks through, he notices a little note stuck on the fridge in front of your flyer.

Thanks for the tea and the footrub.

You can wake me up any time.

PS. Let me know when you’re free, you poser.

With your number added to the bottom.

He can’t help but smile to himself, before wandering out into the garden.

He hopes to see you there, but you’re not. He looks back towards the house and stops dead in his tracks. He can see you in one of the rooms, in front of one of your canvas. But you are completely naked.

He looks away. He knows he shouldn’t. But maybe he just imagined it. He takes another quick look to confirm, you are definitely naked as the day you were born. You have your back to him, but it’s clear you are looking in some sort of mirror. He suddenly realises. You’re painting yourself. He walks quickly inside and decides it’s time to go to bed. He puts his earplugs in and goes to sleep. Eventually.

Thanks for reading! You can read chapter two here!

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader

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bonny-kookoo · 11 months

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Jungkook

𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back): Soft 🔞

It's his favorite word to describe you.

Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute, smut in this, manhandling, he cums inside but she's got an IUD please practice safe bed-athletics thank you, we explore Jungkook's hidden kinks together haha

Length: 1.4k Words

Masterlist

A/N: There's still no taglist.

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Soft.

It's the perfect word to describe you, in his opinion. From your skin to your hair to the way you smell or touch him. Soft.

It's been a little over half a year since dating you, and there's already been changes happening with him. His mom had noticed the way he carries himself changing, had told him earlier this week how much confidence he'd apparently gained- and it had been then that he'd told her he's finally found a girlfriend. He's never brought anyone over to his parents before, way too worried about how it might look like if he and his partner would change frequently, just because he's not good at choosing the right people to surround himself with. So, revealing that he's got a girlfriend had been a huge thing to his entire family.

But he doesn't actually feel worried at all. You're the sweetest thing he's ever met- it's just the first impression you give that can sometimes be a little too bold.

But he doesn't mind any of your antics. You're honest- and he appreciates that.

And he can't deny that your love isn't exciting in other ways, too.

You've made a joke about him being the best lover you've ever had up until this point- but from the way you arch your back and close your eyes, he's got to believe that there was some truth to it. You're completely out of it, underneath him as he thrusts his hips into yours, hands on your thighs keeping you in place for him. They're soft, too- just like the sounds you make.

He's become more comfortable and confident in that aspect, too. Sex.

It's been somewhat of a necessity almost in past relationships- something he'd want to have over and done quick with the lights off because it's just awkward. Everything about it was awkward to him- from the noises to the smell to the act in general-

But with you? It changed. Awakened something even.

You're addicting, in the way that you're just so raw and unfiltered. You don't hide any side of yourself, you're bold and bright and colorful and confident, and you're just so fucking pretty to him that it makes his head spin.

The first time with you had been a little awkward. The second time after, it was a bit more relaxed. On the third, he'd jumped over his shadow and eaten you out for the first time in his life.

And oddly enough, that had changed something within him.

Ever since then, he'd become experimental. Sex in the shower, a handjob in the bathtub, taking you in the back of his car, or buying a remote controlled vibrator for you online just because. He can never just leave it at something simple anymore, has to take you until his body gives out, has started to imagine things one dirtier than the next.

Especially after yesterday, when you'd told him nonchalantly how your IUD insertion had been the most cruel and painful thing you've ever had to go through- and after some questions of his own, he now knows that you still have it.

And right now, he's in bare, without any condom, and he wants, no needs to see that scene that had been haunting his dreams last night in real life for himself.

It had been a thought in his head for a while now. His main fantasy he'd think of whenever he was trying to get off by himself.

And it worked every single time.

"Can I-" He presses out between his teeth, slowing down for just a moment to lean down and kiss your neck, giving you a second to collect your thoughts back again as you squirm, legs wrapping around him as you try and move on your own. "Can I cum inside?" He asks, and you nod instantly.

"Yes, Jungkook just- just move!" You whine, trying to move your hips, but one of his hands instead pushes them down into the bed, your strength not enough to go against him. "Fuck you-" You start to complain, but he's got the audacity to chuckle.

"Though you wanted me to fuck you?" He jokes, and your eyes tear up in frustration, making him move his hands to instead hold your cheeks as he kisses you-

Hips slowly picking up pace again.

"Don't worry, princess-" he hums, making you hold onto his forearms as if to need something to keep you grounded. "-I never let you down, do I?" He wonders, and you nod, quietly. "I always take good care of you, don't I?" He asks, pushing his hips in deep before he stays there. "Right?"

"Yes!" You whine, nails digging into his skin a little as he laughs again, leaning back to straighten his back out, hands grabbing your thighs. He finally moves again, rolls his hips into yours while holding your legs again, skin slapping loudly against skin, but he doesn't care.

All he can see is your back arching, your head pushing back into the pillows, your tits rhythmically swaying up and down with every thrust he delivers. It's a sight he never wants to ever forget, a sight he knows he's blessed enough to witness.

It's a sight that's his to see. It's a sight that only belongs to him. He's never really thought about it, hasn't really been considering him possessive or anything- after all, you're a free spirit, and he allows you to do whatever, really. You can dress how you want, you can playfully flirt with your friends if you like, it's not a big issue to him.

Maybe because at least up until now, he's not really felt like anyone had truly challenged the idea of him being together with you. There's not been any instance of someone trying to take you away from him.

And maybe once that happens, his mind will change a bit.

But right now, he's got you, right in his hands. Right now, you're undeniably his as he clenches his jaw, watches you come undone underneath him, thighs trembling under the force of your orgasm, before he pushes himself in deep, throwing back his head himself for a moment as he reaches his peak as well.

The room is filled with the sounds of your shared heavy breaths, before he pulls out, his own chest still rising and falling with deep breaths. He can't help but reach out as he watches your clenching core, fingers spreading you open for him to see as you jump a little, still sensitive-

but he soon notices the way you move your hips again, toes curling as his thumb begins to more gently coax another, last orgasm out of you-

and then, it happens.

As soon as you come undone, he watches almost hypnotized how his cum starts to run down your core, and it's such a scandalous sight- no porn he's ever watched coming close to this.

"Kook, I'm gonna leak on the bed-" You whine tiredly, as he barely catches what's running down your leg, before his hand pushes it back in, while he leans over your body, kissing your lips, before he moves to your neck, making you giggle as the tips of his hairs tickle your skin.

"Better keep it inside then." He hums against your neck, and you dramatically whine at that.

"Kook please, I'm gonna die!" You complain, and he laughs.

"What?" He chuckles. "I'm just saying." He shrugs.

"You're making me horny again, please stop you demon!" You argue weakly, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Now get off me so I can go pee." You say, and he nods with a smile.

"You better keep it in though, or you might get it on your pretty carpet-" He teases-

a slap sounding through the room as you playfully hit his thigh, making him laugh while he watches you run to the bathroom with one hand between your legs.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jeon jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook imagine

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heavenlyfay3 · 4 months

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Bimbos Like Party’s Too!

By Sawyer-Summary: you’re at a party enjoying yourself and and Rafe comes to talk to you!

Rafe x Bimbo reader

warnings:smut p in v guided masturbation

You were sitting on the stairs at a party waiting for your friend who was upstairs with some guy she met about an hour ago and you were bored out of your mind so you decided to take selfies because you looked cute well you always do but today you were just adorable.

while taking your selfies you feel someone’s eyes on you and look around to see Rafe Cameron you don’t know whether to be happy or annoyed at his presence. Every time the two of you interacted he would get mad at you and you never knew why

you remember one time you tried having a conversation about cars with him and he kept telling you that you were wrong or raising his voice about something you shouldn’t have done.

You always felt like you were talking to a teacher or your parents so you avoided him altogether plus you weren’t ready to admit you had a tiny crush on him even if he made you feel stupid.

You ignored his eyes on you and started online shopping on shein buying thongs, mini skirts, and shirts that complemented your boobs and obviously pink!

while on your phone Rafe walked up the stairs and was now looking down at you. “Hey, Y/n” You tried your best to ignore him you weren’t in the mood to be belittled and called stupid.

“So you’re ignoring me?” he asked you and you responded by turning away from him towards the railing of the stairs “Come on y/n seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously Rafe you're mean!” you said looking up at him annoyed “What did I do to you now, princess?” he said patting your head

“You're always calling me stupid and belittling me and it hurts my feelings!” you said standing up and starting to walk down the stairs. before you could walk down two steps he grabbed your arm.

“Y/n I’m sorry” he looked you in the eyes and you felt like he meant it “Even though, you know you are dumb” as soon as he said that you got even more annoyed and walked away

“You’re not funny Rafe!” you shouted at him as you walked down the stairs away from him and straight to the living room to the table with miscellaneous bottles of liquor.

You went to pick up the bottle of vodka but before you could a hand placed itself on yours. You looked up to see Rafe “God would you leave me alone!”

After shouting at him again you grabbed the bottle off the table and walked to the front door you could hear his footsteps following close behind you and decided to ignore him..

when you got outside you sat down on the porch step with Rafe sitting next to you. You flicked the already loosened cap off the bottle and wrapped your lips around it taking a gulp

the vodka stung your throat but it’s not like it hasn’t before so you ignored and pulled out your phone to call an uber home and grabbed you phone out of your hand.

“Hey!” you shouted in protest “you seriously have to stop doing that!” as you watched Rafe cancel your uber you took another gulp of the vodka

“Don’t worry Princess i’ll take you home” he said giving you your phone back “you know you really confuse me” the more you drank the more confident you felt so you drank more taking another gulp.

“oh yeah how’s that?” he said taking the bottle out of your hand “Cause sometimes I feel like you like me but then you treat me like a dumb baby and then you’re mean to me!”

“Yeah? Well, maybe I do like you is that so bad?” he answered looking at you for a response “No it's not bad it's just if you like maybe try being nice to me like calling me pretty or something-“ before you could finish your sentence Rafe’s lips were on yours

The kiss was soft and passionate like he’d been wanting to do this forever like he’d been craving you

You had no idea what to do so you just stared at him and smiled. you knew Rafe was known to be a player but while he was with you, you didn’t care you felt like you were the only person that mattered

“Come on let me take you home” he stood up and took your hand to help you to stand.

The car ride to your house was silent you didn’t know what to say to him the fact that he liked you was honestly surprising you always thought he didn’t like you.

When you and Rafe make it to your house he walks you to the door and you struggle to unlock the door like always

“seriously princess, you can’t even unlock your front door?” He grabbed the key out of your hand and unlocked the door

"my parents aren't gonna be home till tomorrow afternoon," you said opening the door and standing next to it

You both walk up to your bedroom and as you are putting your things away Rafe is inspecting it touching all the decorations that fill your room

as you’re taking things out of your purse and putting it away Rafe whistles “What’s this?” you turn to see him holding your pink vibrator that you hid

“What are you doing with that?!” you walked over to him trying to take it out of his hand but he raised it in the air so you're not able to reach it

“And I thought you were an innocent little bunny,” Rafe said holding it in the air and looking up at it

“What is that supposed to mean” you asked a little offended. You did have sex before but you didn't enjoy it so you decided that you wouldn't do it again

“Oh, so I guess you aren't innocent?”

“Of course, I'm not!” you sat on your bed done trying to take it from him

“So princess you play with yourself a lot using this”

“not a lot” you said looking up at him. he placed his hands on your hips and looked down at you

“But you do use it don’t you?” his face was inches from yours and you could feel his breath on your lips all you wanted for him to kiss you again

“mhm i’ve used it like 20 times” you said you heart beating faster and faster as he inched closer to you

“oh yea how about you show me how you use it hmm?”

You were naked at the head of your bed with your legs wide open and vibrator in hand on display for him while he sat between your legs staring down at you but the only thing you could focus on was the humming of your pink vibrator and how he looked in front of you his blue eyes gazing down on you inspecting every inch of your body like you were a painting in a museum

“come on I thought you’d done this before?” he slowly guided the vibrator in your hand to your clit

He turned it to the highest setting and pushed it down on your clit the buzzing sent shivers through your body moans and whimpers escaped your mouth as he began using it to rub circles around your clit

“you sound so pretty, princess” Rafe unbuckled his belt and took off his pants but you were enjoying yourself so much that you didn’t even notice

he lined his tip with your entrance as your legs started shaking from the stimulation of the vibrator still on your clit

He easily entered his cock into your hole and immediately started moving in and out “mmmh Rafe!” he didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to his size he was so big

“I’m sorry baby I couldn’t help myself” he let go of the vibrator and leaned down to kiss you

his kiss was hungry and passionate but he still kissed your lips softly grabbing your face and snaking his tongue in your mouth you followed his movements kissing back just as soft, just as hungry, and just as passionate

as he kissed you his hips moved faster the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room

Rafe’s hands cupped your tits squeezing and massaging them “You feel so good around my cock” his thrusts became sloppier you could tell he was close you could feel his cock twitching inside you

even tho you had him in that moment you felt like you needed more so you got cocky and clenched your walls around him

at this point he was a moaning whimpering mess. he was pounding your puffy pussy so good you ran your long acrylic nails down his back leaving scratches.

“oh god Rafe that’s so good!” you moaned out getting so close to cumming “Mmh, is it princess? you want me to cum inside you?”

you could barely speak or think you felt like you were the only two people in the world “yes please cum inside me” you said knowing you might regret it later

“Holy fuck," he grunted, his hips slamming against you as he unloaded his seed inside you. He groaned loudly, his whole body shaking as he emptied himself into you.

you cam shortly after him releasing that knot in your stomach with your eyes squeezed closed and your back arched

“Good girl," he panted, reaching down to grab your leg and push it up towards your head as he continued thrusting.

The sound of his thrust into your cum filled pussy was disgusting and you'd be ashamed if anyone heard them.

But you were too high too drunk from his dick everything about every part of it you felt inside you.

He was filling you up so well exactly how you wanted and you never wanted him to stop he was everything you needed

#rafe x y/n #fanfic #smut #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe x you #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx #outer banks rafe #outer banks

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blue-jisungs · 4 months

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shotaro would be one of those aesthetic couple goals boyfriends who always has cute matching outfits to film tiktok dance covers in </3 (yeah this is huge brainrot for me, fic req if you want 😍)

shotaro as a bf

author's note. crying i love him sm ☹️☹️ i hope you like it zanzan teehee

ʚїɞ taro is definitely the type of bf to have matching things with his partner!! whether it’s clothes, phone cases, jewellry, bags, key rings… he’d love them to be cute n adorable :( kuromi-my melody, minnie-mickey, mario-daisy… you name it :( have you seen his clothes?? like taste,, i want his closet btw. but what i wanted to say is that he’d be down to buy a pink sweater in a millisecond just to match with you ☹️

ʚїɞ he’s so so thoughtful ohmigosh:( whenever he’s passing by a shop and sees something that he knows you’d like (or he just likes hehe), he’ll buy it right this second. same with food, too!! always brings you leftovers when he’s out with the boys or buys you souvenirs from the places they went to when filming content :(

ʚїɞ a big sucker for filming tiktoks and challenges with you, even if you’re not a dancer. he’ll be willing to teach you and guide step by step even if it takes the whole day. and ahhh this cute tiktok’s like yk,, leaving lipstick stains on his face, jumping at each other n all of that… his (and yours) drafts are filled with that. and taro watches them when he’s away from you <3

ʚїɞ he’s a human battery charger. taro is literally sunshine itself, vitamin c and happy pill?! so it’s only normal that when being his partner, he’s spreading that energy around him and it’s kinda… impossible to be sad or mad about anything when he’s here, next to you… smiling like :] and being so adorable… squishable…… cries. but he’ll go to the ends of the world to make you cheer up, everything in his willpower to make that frown upside down hehe >.<

ʚїɞ not a moment is full with him!! taking a spontaneous trip to japan during the weekend? he’s dragging you to the airport. craving a very specific meal that’s all across the town? already hopping in the car. something caught his eye during a walk? he’s running there like an excited puppy. you have a sudden outburst of energy and want to play basketball at 11pm? he’s already ballin’. taro also kind of gives me that vibe of someone who’d order silly stuff online so yeah… on some days you’d wake up to a package at the front door… it being the cat-shaped phone holders, a set of spoons looking like shovels, ice-cube makers in a shape of a lego man… and… more… ㅠㅠ

ʚїɞ speaking of japan, he’d love to talk to you in japanese (even if you don’t understand it) and flirt with you hehe~ he’d definitely try and teach you if you wanted because,, as someone said – the best way to practise your language skills is having a partner who speaks it lmao but yeah he loves when you speak japanese, even tho it’s not perfect it warms his heart <3 and the other way around too, he’d love to learn your native language too!! pls teach him >:)

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

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misseviehyde · 6 months

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THE MAGIC NAILS

By Evie Hyde and Amiee Bee

Chapter 1: Nailing Jessica

Jessica couldn’t believe she had agreed to this; she had so many better things to be doing with her time than going to the nail salon with her vapid bitch of a step mom. For instance, she had soccer practice tonight with the team, but now she was having to miss it for this girly crap. At least it wasn’t her kickboxing class that she was missing - she really enjoyed that... but she had promised her Dad that she would try to get along with her vain Step Mom for once and he had been insistent that she go and appease her step mom Annabelle with the “girly day” that she seemed so set on.

Jessica hated Annabelle. Her real Mom had died when she was just a little girl and as a result she had got much closer to her Dad and rather protective of him. Growing up, it had pretty much just been the two of them and Jessica had ended up quite a tomboy as a result. She had short hair, loved to play rough and after hanging out with her Dad and his buddies as a little girl, could do everything from rewiring a car engine to playing poker . But Jessica could see the loneliness her father faced, and so ironically, it had been her that had encouraged Bill to get out and start dating again. She had even set up the dating profile online for him.

When her Dad met Annabelle, Jessica had been excited at first. Her soon to be step mom had seemed nice and was incredibly stylish with the best makeup the young girl had ever seen. Annabelle had a trim sexy body that she kept in good shape through yoga and running. She also had an incredible figure for a woman her age with Jessica’s dad describing her as having ‘large firm breasts’ and ‘a squeezable ass’ much to Jessica’s embarrassment. Although this ex-cheerleading, fashion obsessed beauty seemed a bit ultra feminine for her average looking (but wealthy) Dad, Jessica had just been happy he had managed to find such a beautiful woman. At the time she hadn’t expected the relationship to last more than a few weeks… how wrong she turned out to be.

Annabelle had made a real effort to impress Jessica to begin with, but after a few months (and once she had Bill wrapped round her little finger) - she finally showed her true colours. Through sexual control, seduction and manipulation she made Bill completely dependent and obsessed with her. Her shallow and bitchy personality began to show as she stopped wasting time being nice to Jessica and instead began to treat her with contempt and amusement. Annabelle quit her job on the fashion counter at the local department store and instead became a full time house-bitch. She soon had a Tiffany diamond engagement ring on her finger and was happy to spend Bill’s money on expensive dresses, luxury handbags and designer shoes.

As she became prettier and more glamorous, her power seemed to grow. Bill was enraptured with his beautiful wife as she draped her body in diamonds, pearls and sexy lingerie. She began to sport even sluttier longer manicures, expensive pedicures and her once demure clothing changed to reveal the swell of her large firm breasts at all times. Annabelle renovated the house to turn it into a palace to feminine luxury and power, where she was the queen and Bill was just her play-thing. Eventually they married and her power reached its height.

Finally, with all things nearly in their place, her attention had turned to Jessica. Jessica was the one remaining thorn in Annabelle’s side. She had a beautiful house, a perfectly obedient husband - but instead of the popular, cheerleading, sexy daughter that a bitch like her might like… her step daughter Jessica was nauseatingly unmaterialistic and tomboyish. Annabelle tried to shape Jessica into being more girly, she even tried to buy her nice clothes and makeup and manipulate her into being more popular at school… but none of it worked and they just ended up arguing. Eventually she had nagged Jessica to give her the chance to have some ‘girl time’ with her and after putting pressure on Bill - she had finally gotten her way...

The drive to the salon was awkward to say the least, Jessica clearly did not want to be doing this and sat in silence with a sour look on her face. By contrast Annabelle had an almost predatory look in her eyes as she examined her young step-daughter from time to time. The hot bitch was so disappointed in Jessica. Her step daughter was so frumpy and unfeminine. At her age she should be manipulating boys and enjoying herself. All she needed was a little… push. A little help to realise her full potential. Annabele had always wanted a daughter she could shape and mould - one who could understand the pleasures of femininity and be her protegee. She grinned - the poor girl had no idea what was in store for her today.

Wanting to break the awkward silence Annabelle tried to chat to Jessica and put her at ease. ”So I’m so glad you let me start with your nails, they really will make you feel more girly. I was chatting to my stylist the other day. You remember Amiee, don’t you? Anyway, she showed me this gorgeous design that would be just wonderful for you. So hot! They would definitely make you the most popular girl on campus. Don’t you want to be popular?”

“Not really. All those popular girls are such bitches. To be honest, at our school there really aren’t that many girls like that. The main bitchy girl left and there’s been a lot less bullying since then. Without a leader, the popular girls kinda went quiet.”

“So - there’s a power vacuum. A hot girl could easily come in and take control, make things run the way she wanted. Wouldn’t you like that… to make everyone do what you wanted? To have any boy you wanted and be popular and powerful?”

“No… absolutely not. I’m perfectly happy having my friends Chloe and Nicola and just being nice to people.”

“Of course, I understand. It’s hard for you to imagine, but I’m sure given the right opportunity you would realise just how good it feels to be the alpha bitch. In the meantime are you ready to get your nails done honey? We’re here!”

Sure, yeah whatever” Jessica replied, groaning inside. For her it was just a matter of getting through the next few hours without losing her mind!

Annabelle parked the car and they approached the salon. Jessica rolled her eyes. It was a super expensive place by the looks of it - all white and stylish. Beautiful women sat chatting, surrounded by tasteful pictures and expensive flowers. The staff were all perfectly made up like Stepford wives with their pretty hair tightly bound up and dressed in white uniforms. For Jessica it was her idea of Hell.

Walking inside with her step-mother, Jessica felt awkward. This was not her usual sort of place, she didn’t belong here. She felt comfortable on a soccer pitch, not in such a strange feminine environment. “Welcome ladies,” smiled a petite and perfectly made up young woman with a friendly face approaching them. She had sexy green eyes and rich brunette hair, that if unbound might fall to her lower shoulders. She exuded cuteness and friendliness. She looked like the kind of girl you would happily sit with for hours and chat and gossip. A name badge on her uniform said she was called Amiee and Jessica realised this was Annabelle’s stylist that she was always raving about.

“You must be Jessica,” purred Amiee. “Annabelle has told me all about you. My my, such a pretty girl… or you could be with a little help of course, *giggle*.” Normally Jessica would be offended by such a comment, but there was something so reassuring and calming about Amiee’s manner. It made you want to trust her, to do whatever she said. She seemed like such a nice girl.

“Annabelle has asked us to give you a very special manicure. I think you’ll enjoy it. Your step mother has been a customer here for a very long time and we helped to change her life, just like we can change yours. Come with me to our special booth in the back, it’s where all of our best customers get their nails done. You’ll feel like a new girl when you come out.”

Annabelle smiled and propelled her step daughter after Amiee towards a small booth at the back of the salon. Sitting at the nail bar, opposite Amiee, Jessica would have felt panicky if Amiee hadn't been so reassuring. She had never done anything like this before. Before long the girl was sat compliantly with her hands extended, ready for the expert manicurist to go to work. “Just relax Jessica, you’re going to really enjoy this,” soothed Amiee. Sitting nearby, Annabelle smirked as she watched the stylist begin her work on her tomboy daughter. She couldn’t wait to see this.

Jessica winced as Amiee got to work filing down and removing all of the dirt from her nails with a ruthless efficiency that she had not expected from the previously bubbly woman. It was painful at first, Amiee digging into all of the hard to reach areas and digging out all of the dirt and grime that had built up from all of Jessica’s various tomboyish pastimes, but once it was done it actually felt quite nice having clean well trimmed nails for once, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?

She was soon snapped out if it though when Amiee brought out a tray of long acrylic nails, one look at them and Jessica recoiled her hands and started shaking her head furiously. “Nuh uh! No way are you putting a set of those… those... claws on me!” She growled, looking at the tray of nails. They looked like the kind of slutty evil bitch nails that an instagram star or a vain celebrity might wear - the kind who only care about looking good and grabbing a rich boyfriend. They were sharp and wanton, thick and glossy. They wouldn’t suit her at all - maybe some popular high school bitch, but not a tomboy like her. She could see why Annabelle liked them though and come to think of it, they looked kind of like a pair her Step Mom wore.

“Relax honey...” Amiee soothingly purred, resting a hand on her shoulder and sending a wave of calmness through her body. “We always start with them this long and then clip and file them down to a shape and size that suits you. Don’t worry you are in safe hands with me.” What she was saying didn’t sound right, but Amiee looked so trustworthy that Jessica was still somewhat unsure. Instinctively she found herself trusting Amiee and finally relenting she extended her hand for the stylist to continue her work. Wouldn’t it be nice to do something girly for a change? whispered an interior voice - quiet yet growing in strength.

Amiee was patient and took her time, softly massaging Jessica’s hands to make sure she was as relaxed as possible. It felt so good and it was almost hypnotic, Jessica felt her breathing slow down and her heart slow. She felt calm, relaxed and... receptive. Her mind wandered and she found herself lost in her own imagination. After a while Jessica zoned completely out, lost in her thoughts and Amiee eagerly got back to work.

Watching Amiee begin to apply the first nail Jessica thought to herself that if this was all it took to get Annabelle off her back then it might not be so bad. After all she couldn’t remember the last time her nails had actually been clean and feminine like this. The sexy nail looked out of place right now, but she could see that when the set was complete it would make her look great. That’s right - soon you’ll have a whole set of these… your hand is gonna look really hot, you’ll probably have the sexiest nails in school. See, this isn’t so bad is it? Jessica felt a strange tingle running down her hands into her body. Strangely she felt slightly aroused, like her coochie was getting wet for no reason. It felt really nice and she squirmed slightly, wanting to giggle at the nice things Amiee was doing to her hands and the way it was making her feel. See - doesn’t this beat kickboxing and stupid soccer? Mmmmmh so nice huh?

As if in a dream Jessica watched Amiee move on to the next nail. As it slid into place, Jessica felt a strange revulsion at the thought of how short, chewed and grubby her nails had been before and a bitchy smile twisted the corner of her mouth. Soon you’ll look like a princess. Won’t that be nice? Jessica’s posture changed as she sat up straighter and pushed her chest out slightly. Her arms and hands took on a more feminine body language as she held her hand out in a much more natural way - as if she were used to be manicured and liked it. Looking down with admiration. Jessica realised she liked that her nails felt clean and presentable for once, it actually felt nice. She flicked her short hair back and smirked happily. See babe - don’t you feel better already? Don’t you want more….? Mmmmh of course you do...

Annabelle couldn’t hide the wicked grin from her face as she watched Amiee work her magic on her step daughter. She knew the magic nails were powerful, but she had never watched the process herself and even forewarned it was incredible to watch as Jessica’s short unkempt hair began to tidy itself up and grow. She could see the horrible split ends heal and strengthen as Jessica’s hair lengthened and took on a beautiful blonde colour. It took on a bitchy shine as it brightened and filled with volume, falling around her head like a golden halo and making her look twice as attractive as she had moments ago. Her eyebrows lightened to match, plucking themselves and neatening into a perfect pair of arched brows. The girl didn’t seem to notice or care, her lips were parted slightly and her pupils were dilated. She was obviously experiencing pleasure at her corruption and that satisfied Annabelle even more. To know that her weak pathetic step daughter would soon be like her was the most amazing feeling of triumph.

Jessica looked over and saw Annabelle beaming at her, she was obviously loving every minute of this. To her surprise she smiled back and felt proud of the fact Annabelle was pleased for her. She couldn’t help but notice how happy Annabelle was that they were finally connecting. See Annabelle isn’t so bad is she? She’s trying to be a Mom to you… maybe you should think of her as your Mom and be friends? It would be nice to have another woman to talk to, go shopping with. This could become a regular thing.

Jessica tried to remember what it was that annoyed her so much about Annabelle, but she was struggling. After all Annabelle was just encouraging her to be pretty and popular all the time, was that even such a bad thing? Having a few more friends would be nice and maybe if she looked a bit nicer boys would actually look at her? That would be nice - at the moment boys either ignored her or just treated her like one of the guys. You are definitely not a guy. You are a gorgeous girl and you have needs… getting a boyfriend is the first step to meeting those needs. Mmmmh, you deserve a stud to worship that pretty pussy and make you feel good - oh and of course run errands for you and do all the things you want him to...

The heat in her loins intensified as her thoughts turned horny and Jessica found herself becoming jealous of her friend Chloe, who actually had a boyfriend. Although Chloe’s boyfriend Jason wasn’t anything special to look at, he always seemed to look at his girlfriend like she was the only person in the world that mattered. That must feel good, to be admired, worshipped and adored thought Jessica. Yes… don’t you want to feel that way? Don’t you want ALL the boys to worship you?

Letting herself daydream Jessica started to imagine what it would actually be like to be popular to have a flock of admirers hanging on her every word, desperately hoping that she would notice them. All that with a strong, handsome guy by her side, willing to do anything to make her happy. Yes… to be a spoiled, bratty, princess who gets everything she wants. To wear the head cheerleading outfit and be the prom queen… to dress up in a tight black dress and have every guy want you… it’s your destiny...

“Okay hun, pass me your other hand please, this one is all finished.” Amiee suddenly chirped, breaking Jessica from her erotic daydream and the insidious voice in her head - her own voice. “You zoned out on me for a second there sweetie, everything okay?” she asked with a slight giggle.

Jessica offered up her other hand, but couldn't help marvel at the completed set of beautiful inch long nails that she now sported. Her hand looked like a super-models and the thought of raking her nails down some studs back or wrapping them round a big throbbing cock made her pussy even wetter as she breathed heavily and an involuntary whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. You look like a bitch… doesn’t it feel good to be a bitch?

Amiee grinned - it was like she knew exactly what was on the girls mind as she innocently asked her what she was thinking about.

“Ohhhh, I was just imagining what it would be like to be popular,” sighed Jessica, as she elegantly brushed a lock of golden blonde hair behind her ear, still sounding somewhat dazed. Her voice didn’t seem right… she coughed to clear her throat and it rose in pitch, becoming sing-song and silken. Now she sounded like a honeyed seductress with a cute little whine and catch in her voice that made her sound like a hot girly brat.

“I mean… I… like… ummmm… hey like have I always like talked like this?” she stuttered her inflections and speech patterns changing to imitate those of a cheerleader - a moment of temporary alarm seeming to go off in her head.

“Of course you have. Relax and don't worry babe, once I am done with you, you won't have to imagine how it feels to be popular,” Aimee replied with a wry smile. “You're definitely going to be the most popular girl in school when you go back. I guarantee no one will even remember the old you - at least not for long. It won’t take a smart and beautiful girl like you, long to establish yourself as popular, will it?” Who would want to remember that loser you were anyway… wouldn’t you rather go back as the most popular girl in the school? The thought made Jessica even wetter...

Watching from the corner, Annabelle was getting pretty horny herself. Her tomboy daughter was half-way transformed now and it was so delicious to watch. The mental changes were clearly accelerating, but so too were the physical. All the spots and blemishes, scars and bruises that Jessica possessed were fading to be replaced by perfectly smooth skin. Her tiny a-cup breasts, long a source of joy to her as they were much easier to do sports with, appeared to be growing and pushing out. Jessica’s face seemed to be shifting slightly… becoming more symmetrical and beautiful. Soon she would be gorgeous.

Jessica eagerly handed her other hand over to Amiee who began to apply the final five nails. As each of these slid into place, they would accelerate Jessica’s transformation. Annabelle watched eagerly as Jessica allowed more nails to slide onto her hand - it was going to be so fun to see how bitchy and slutty Jessica ended up.

Meanwhile the girl was busy day dreaming again. What Amiee had said intrigued Jessica. On Monday when she went back to school - how hard would it be to take over and become super popular? Oh it would be easy babe- since Jayde left there has been a power vacuum. Her old lieutenants Molly and Erica are too busy fighting each other to establish themselves as Queen Bees. They are both waiting to see who gets selected to be Head cheerleader before launching their power moves. The auditions and tryouts are next week. Imagine if you were to apply - imagine if coach Houser chose you to be the Head cheerleader? You’d be the most powerful girl instantly.

As for the rest of the school - Jessica realised that all through her life she had observed little bits of information and been confided in by various people as she had always seemed trustworthy. She knew a lot of secrets and gossip about a lot of people in fact. So - a little bit of a push here - a little nudge there - she could easily make everyone in the school either afraid of her - or so desperate to be her friend they would help her cement her power. The thought made her smile and her lips curved into a wicked grin. It would be easy to become the alpha girl… but did she want to do it? Yes… of course you do. Don’t you want to be slutty and hot? This is your time and no one will be able to stop you.

Jessica giggled as her mind filled with poison and dirty thoughts. At the same time, her outfit began to change as the ninth nail slid into place. Her comfortable sneakers became strappy black heels as her baggy jeans tightened around her legs and rose to be a jeans skirt. Her plaid shirt tightened around her bust and turned pink - transforming into a silky crop top with cute little bows on it. She now looked like a fashionable, sexy, bitch. Her tits were now big D cups and her waist was tiny. Expensive makeup covered her face as she looked down eagerly to see Amiee begin to apply the final nail.

That’s it Jessica. Just a moment longer and you’ll be a hot bitch. It’s going to feel so good - you’re already nearly cumming at the thought of all the bad things you are going to do aren’t you. Screwing boys and stealing them from their girls… seducing older men, bullying the nerds. You’re going to be just like Annabelle… it’s going to feel so fucking good.

“No… wait,” groaned Jessica suddenly as her old personality regained control. “I… this isn’t me… I…”

“Shhhh Jessica,” grinned Amiee grabbing her hand and steadying it. “You know you want this more than anything. In fact why don’t you say it… ? Why don’t you admit what you want me to do? I think we both know by now that these are magic nails and you’re changing into a hotter girl. One more nail and you’ll become a nasty, spoiled, hot, little bitch just like Annabelle paid us to make you. I’ll promise to remove all the nails I put on so far if you tell me to. Otherwise I’ll slide this one on and complete your change. I just want to hear you say it first. Then I’ll make you into a Goddess and you will be free at last.”

On her chair Annabelle gasped and tensed up. Amiee was taking an incredible risk here… what the hell was she doing? All of her work so far could be undone with this risky gamble. Jessica could reassert her control and remove the nails, she would never get another chance like this.

But Amiee knew her craft well. She could smell the wetness in Jessica’s panties and see the lust in her eyes. She could feel the hunger in the girl - the desire to be popular, pretty and powerful.

Jessica moaned and leaned forward. Her free hand with the nails on crept down to her panties and slid inside. She moaned as she rubbed her clit and felt her new bitchy pussy - so much tighter and now shaven, pulse with pleasure. Her big new breasts ached with pleasure and her glossy lips parted in a gasp of lust as she looked into Amiee’s amused eyes.

“Uhhhh, I NEED it… ohhhhhh yes do it… make me into a BITCH! Make me popular and horny. I want to be bad… I want to be sexy and feminine. I can’t stand it anymore, corrupt me please I need it!”

Amiee grinned. She loved it when the girls tipped over into corruption like this. It helped to make the effects of the nails even more powerful. She applied the final nail and Jessica began to cum as her transformation completed itself and her soul turned black as night. YESSSSS, you aren’t going to regret this… you are a bitch now.

“Ugggghhhh YES damn right I’m a bitch now,” giggled and groaned Jessica as she shook and continued to cum. “Ohhhh I’m such a fucking bitch and I LOVE IT!”

Annabelle looked at the transformed bitch writhing in the chair and grinned. Jessica looked amazing, she was still vaguely recognizable, but she looked five times prettier than when she had entered. The nails had done their wicked work perfectly and Jessica was now just the way her Step Mom had always wanted her to be.

Rising from the nail bar like a bitchy Queen, Jessica giggled as Annabelle looked at her wicked new step-daughter with a grin.

“Oh Jessica, you look amazing - you’re perfect.”

“Hmmmm, I like totally am perfect aren’t I? - but you can call me Jessie now Mommy - I feel like a whole new girl and I like it.”

“Just be careful with your new nails,” grinned Amiee. “They are very tough - almost unbreakable in fact… but if they do come loose, the old boring you might come back. Our nails also have a few extra enhancements which I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun discovering.”

“Thanks so much for my nails Amiee - I will use them to be a bitch, don’t you worry about that.” Jessie purred, flexing her clawed nails, as her head throbbed with naughty ideas and desires. She couldn’t wait to go to school tomorrow and begin her new reign.

“That’s okay,” purred Amiee. “We’re always looking for new customers… make sure you give me a call if you have any more nail needs… I’m always happy to help.”

Hugging Annabelle, the new bitchy Mom and daughter duo smiled at each other. “At last I have the daughter I always wanted,” grinned Annabelle. “Now let's go max out your Dad’s credit card and get you some new clothes and things. We can burn those old frumpy clothes. Tomorrow you take your place as the spoiled new princess slut of our household.”

For Jessie and her Mom - things were just beginning..

CHAPTER 2 - NAILING JASON

Chloe was worried. Her best-friend Jessica hadn’t shown up for school today and there was some new girl causing a stir. The corridor was jammed full of people trying to grab a look and all the boys were saying she was the hottest girl they had ever seen. Great! The last thing the school needed was some hot new bitch coming in and bringing back the cliquey atmosphere they used to have. Jessica was gonna hate that.

“Chloe - have you seen what’s happening?” panted a breathless Nicola as she suddenly emerged from the melee and grabbed her friends arm.

“No - not yet. I’m more bothered about Jessica though than some dumb new girl. It isn't like her to be off without texting us. Something could be wrong.”

“But Chloe - the new girl IS Jessica. She's had some sort of makeover… she looks like a supermodel. I tried to talk to her but she’s walking around with Molly and Elisha like they are old friends and she completely blanked me!”

“What?!?”

Pushing through the crowd Chloe gawped as she beheld Jessie surrounded by admirers. The hot bitch was flicking her blonde hair and flirting with everyone in sight. Her blouse was three buttons open so that her big tits were fully on show and she twirled her hair with her sexy nails, batting her long lashes at the boys and talking like some dumb airhead to Elisha and Molly who dutifully giggled at everything she said.

As Jessie’s gaze fell on her friend, a look of cold disdain crossed the new bitches perfect pink lips. Here came her old friends - but whatever she may have once felt for them, they weren’t nearly popular enough to be of use. It was harsh, but if she wanted to be the Alpha Bitch and BOY did she want that so badly, she was going to have to cut them off.

Jessie deliberately turned her back on Chloe and Nicola and made a rude comment to her new friends Molly and Elisha. She didn’t need her old friends anymore - not now she was sexy, beautiful and soon to be popular. Molly and Elisha approvingly giggled and moved to flank her. They were already automatically starting to assume a position of deference and servility which pleased Jessie. They liked how bitchy and mean she was.

Meanwhile Chloe felt stung, angry and hurt. Her friend looked like some dumb popular bitch and was deliberately ignoring her after being friends for years. She felt tears well in her eyes and without another word she turned and stormed off closely followed by Nicola.

Jessie ignored her former friends for the rest of that week. She was too busy sinking her claws into the fabric of the school and re-establishing the power and dominance of the popular girls clique. Everyone was amazed at how much she had changed from one make-over, but it was actually pretty easy to forget the old her and within a matter of hours most people had accepted her new beautiful and bitchy personality and looks. Maybe there was some power the nails had given or maybe it was because she was so fucking hot now.

Whatever the case Jessie was now mean, bitchy and beautiful. In little under a week she was the most popular girl at school and had slipped into the power vacuum, becoming the Alpha girl just as she wanted. She would play with her hair all eyes drawn to her slutty nails as every girl wished they could have a manicure like that and every guy imagined those nails wrapped around their cocks.

After a fortnight she was even more established. It was like there was a glamour around her - accelerating her rise - helping people to accept her position. She spread mean rumours about other people, used the unlimited money her bitchy Mom gave her to out-fashion and out-dress everyone else and with her new sycophants Molly and Elisha she got the position of Head Cheerleader just as she had wanted.

Finally Chloe and Nicola had enough. They couldn’t bear to watch Jessica acting like this - especially as she refused to speak to them and was bullying other girls. They decided to confront her over what was happening and try to stage an intervention. What had become of their once kind friend?

They found Jessie alone by her locker admiring her slutty nails and doing her makeup. “Eugh… what do you losers want?” she rolled her eyes at them as they approached.

“Everyone else may have forgotten the old you already - but we haven’t! Why are you acting like such a bitch?” demanded the more assertive Chloe whilst Nicola watched nervously.

Jessie laughed in amusement. “Poor poor Chloe… always thought you were so much better than me and Nicola. Now I'm the most popular girl in school, you can't stand it.”

“Jessica- this isn't you. Did your step mom do something to you? Snap out of it babe…” pleaded Nicola.

For a brief moment a strange look crossed Jessica's face. Holy shit - what am I doing? These are my friends! I have to stop this!

But then she looked down and saw the nails on her fingers. Mmmmh I'm so fucking hot and I feel so bitchy. My pussy has never been so wet and I love being bad. I don't ever want to stop this. I want… I NEED more! Jessie moaned as a look of bitchy superiority crossed her features again and her pussy got wet at the thought of being hotter and badder than these bitches ever could be. “I'm sorry Nicola,” she gasped before becoming truly evil once more… “It just feels so fucking good to be hot and bitchy… I love being this way now. Stay away from me if you don't want to get hurt… ohhhh fuck yesssss.” With a shudder evil Jessie was back in control and she grinned mercilessly at her victims. How dare they challenge her?

By now a crowd had gathered - drawn to the drama. Everyone wanted to see how this ended up. They watched their new Queen Bee eagerly - relishing watching her take down yet more losers.

Jessie was only too happy to oblige and almost losing control back to Jessica had made her particularly mean. “Well you drab little uglies - the only thing my Mom did is get me a makeover so I looked good. You two should try it sometime so you don't look like dirty tramps anymore. I've always wondered Chloe, Is your boyfriend Jason gay or something? After all he seems to enjoy kissing you and you basically look like a guy in a skirt…”

Chloe felt anger boil up in her. “You fucking bitch.”

She slapped Jessie hard across the face and would have done more if Nicola hadn't pulled her away. “Leave it Chloe… it isn't worth getting suspended for attacking her. None of these witnesses would stand up for us… they all do what she wants now.”

Jessie felt a cold bitchy anger grow in her as she watched her former friends leave. She glared at the other students… daring anyone to laugh as they slunk away and her cheek burned with the slap and the social embarrassment of it too.

“That fat cow dared to slap me in front of everyone? ME!?! How dare she!” hissed Jessie in incandescent rage. “I was just gonna tease those bitches, but essentially leave them alone… but now?! Now Chloe has to PAY!”

Jessie felt so angry she could burst. She knew she needed to cut Chloe down to size and make every other girl in this school terrified to fuck with her or she would never get full control. She needed to humiliate Chloe and take everything from that bitch. Maybe Annabelle could give her some advice, one evil bitch to another? She would ask when she got home.

That evening after their dinner together in the luxurious bitchy surroundings of their beautiful home - Jessie sat in her PJ's on Annabelle's bed and the pampered bitches discussed what to do.

“She slapped me Mommy,” hissed Jessie in disgust. “I have never felt so humiliated in all my life, I want to rip that bitches hair out and kick her in the face with stilettos on..”

“Now, now dear - that’s not how bad girls like us deal with situations like these. Instead we find her weakness - everyone has one, and then we use it against her. What does Chloe have that she values?”

“Well I guess she has a boyfriend. Jason.”

“Then it’s simple - you take her man and make him yours. She’ll be crushed and everyone at school will see you are the superior bitch.”

“Eugh… it’s a good plan Mommy, but Jason is a loser… a nobody. He’s a nerd. A hot girl like me can’t go out with someone like him!”

“Hmmmmm, that is a problem. I know why don’t you call the salon and speak to Amiee, she’s usually good for situations like this…”

Jessie picked up her rose-gold plated iphone and dialed Amiee, admiring as always how hot her nails looked as she did so. She giggled as Amiee answered and Jessie outlined her problems to her new friend. A slutty smile of wicked glee slowly spread across Jessie’s face as Amiee told her exactly what she could do.

“Oh yes, that is delicious… you never told me that I could do THAT with my new nails… oh yes! Mmmmmh I love these things… oh thanks babe, I can’t wait for school now.”

Annabelle watched with interest as Jessie smirked and put the phone down with a triumphant grin. She wondered what evil plan her wicked step-daughter was hatching now. She didn’t know fully, but she could tell by Jessie’s horny expression that it was obviously going to be rather delicious!

The next day at school, Jessie put her plan into action. It didn't take much to manipulate the school secretary into helping her out, a few well placed compliments to the pathetic middle aged woman and she was eager to help Jessie with anything she needed. Gladly she sent a message over the school intercom that Jason was to report to Mr Phillips classroom as soon as possible.

Jason opened the door to the classroom hoping to find out why he had been summoned by the elderly history teacher. When he entered the classroom, instead of finding Mr Phillips sitting at his desk, he found the room was apparently empty. Figuring that the teacher had just stepped out for a moment, Jason decided to find himself a seat and wait patiently until Mr Phillips returned.

Hearing the door close behind him Jason turned round and found Jessie standing in the doorway. “J..J...Jessica?” he stuttered, not quite believing how much the former tomboy had changed.

“The one and only.” she replied, flashing him a seductive wink “But I prefer to go by Jessie now babe” she purred.

“What do you want?” Jason asked, keen to get out of the situation as soon as he could.

“You.” she answered, looking him straight in the eye. “That pathetic little bitch you call a girlfriend had the nerve to slap me yesterday in front of everyone. I figured that stealing you away from her would be the perfect way to humiliate her.”

“Look Jessica, I’m flattered, really I am.” Jason said “but I’m in love with Chloe, and I would never even think of doing anything like that to her.”

Jessie, completely unphased by Jason's attempted rejection, began slowly and sexily advancing towards him, smiling wickedly to herself as she watched Jason physically tense up, not having any experience resisting the advances of a beautiful girl like her.

Jason just stood there motionless, like a deer caught in headlights, before he had managed to react she was pressed up against him, his head swam as her sweet perfume began to intoxicate his senses.

“I...I…I said no” he stammered weakly, using every ounce of willpower he had left.

Still unperturbed, Jessie delicately placed her hand on his bicep and leaned in to whisper softly into his ear.

“I’m sorry, but you don't really get a choice in this I’m afraid.” she whispered before firmly squeezing down on his bicep, her talon like nails digging down and piercing his flesh.

Feeling the nails penetrate his skin, Jason didn’t cry out in pain, instead he found himself unable to move as he felt Jessie's voice enter his mind.

I told you I would make you mine, but I can't be seen with a loser like you. If you're going to be mine you need to be taller, stronger and much more powerful…

Powerful. The word resonated through every part of him, like a gentle throb, in time with the beating of his heart it pulsed. As it did Jason slowly began to change, he grew taller, his shoulders broadened and his thin, wiry muscles began to swell, becoming more defined as they did so.

It feels good, doesn’t it? Believe me it gets so much better when you embrace it….

Jason couldn’t deny that she was telling the truth, but somewhere deep in his mind he was still fighting, clinging on to who he was and resisting the temptation to give in to Jessie's alluring voice.

There is no need to resist babe, think how much better your life will be… You will no longer be the victim but instead you can be in charge and rule this school through fear and intimidation.

Images started to flash through his mind of all the times he had been bullied throughout the years, but there was something different… this time he was looking through at things from the other side, this time he was the bully and it felt good, really good. He felt so strong, powerful as he experienced beating up nerds, shoving them in lockers and just watching all of the losers run away from him in fear. A wicked smirk spread across his face as Jason began to enjoy the images that bombarded his mind.

You want it now don’t you? Let go, become my perfect man and you can have it all...

It was at that moment that finally Jason's will crumbled and he succumbed completely to the corrupting influence.

Thats it babe, I can feel it now, you are all mine…

The visions running through his head intensified but now they focused on only one thing, Jessie. He wanted her so badly and he realised that he deserved to have the bitchiest baddest girl at school as his girlfriend. Chloe was so pathetic. Why would he go with a girl like that when he could bang the tightest, sluttiest pussy on campus instead? Jessie smiled wickedly as she saw the corruption take and leaning in kissed him hard with her wet pink lips, her tiny tongue in his mouth as she French kissed him and he grabbed her waist and pulled her hot teenage body against his.

“Mmmmmh, oh yes Jason,” moaned Jessie as he kissed her neck and massaged her boobs through her blouse. He wanted her badly and they were both hot for each other now. But Jessie knew things were about to get even hotter...

As they made out Jason's changes accelerated tenfold. His shirt began to bulge as powerful slabs of muscle developed under his chest and his abs tightened up to give him the powerful physique of a star quarterback. His face became slightly more angular and his hair darkened and shortened on his head to a neat short back and sides like all the football squad favoured. Jessie moaned and cooed, running her slutty hands and her evil names over his arms and torso as she felt her man get bigger and stronger. “That’s it baby… become the bad boy you know you want to be…”

Jason grinned and flexed his biceps, “Yes, I feel so fucking good, oh YES! Fuck that nerd Chloe, I don’t need her anymore.”

Giggling, Jessie sank to her knees before her new man and tore down his trousers. “That’s right - you’re all mine now and I’m gonna do things to you that bitch never could.” Jessie knew it was risky to suck his cock in a classroom where anyone could see, but she wanted to finish his corruption right away and she was so horny now. The thought of taking Chloe’s boyfriend and making him cum in her mouth was so delicious.

Jason’s cock flopped out… it was still quite average, but was already growing as he continued to transform into a true bad boy. Wrapping her hand around his dick, Jessie began to stroke it. She loved how good her naughty magic nails looked wrapped around a cock. With every pump and stroke Jason’s dick got harder and so did he… the final elements of his transformation occuring as he became a perfect bully who only cared about being popular and buff. Licking her lips, Jessie grabbed her phone and pressed send on a message she had already prepared. That would put the cat amongst the pigeons...

“Are you ready baby? Let me show you what I can do…”

Jason moaned as Jessie slid her wet lips around his dick and began to suck, her cheeks going concave as she slurped and gagged happily on the length. She looked up at him, making perfect eye contact as she bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing cock and he entwined his hands in her soft silky hair and used it to push her head deeper and deeper onto his cock. Jessie giggled, saliva dripping out of the corner of her mouth as she winked at him. Fuck, she loved showing her new boyfriend just how slutty she could be for him. To everyone else she was an ice-princess, to Jason she was gonna be his little cumslut.

“Yeah, that’s it Jessie… suck my big cock. Fuccccckkk, you’re amazing. Mmmmmh it feels so good when you do that. Ohhhh fuck, you’re the best… you’re the fucking best!”

Jason was lost in the most wonderful pleasure and totally besotted with his new girlfriends cocksucking skills. He had never felt anything this good all the time he had been dating Chloe. Now at last he had a real girl who would pleasure him. He was already fantasizing about fucking her… but he knew he would need to treat her right before she let him do that. He was going to treat her like a spoiled princess and if anyone messed with his girl they were gonna get it.

Hot slurping noises filled the room as Jessie bobbed her head up and down on his cock and he felt his balls start to tingle. “Ohhhh yeah, nearly there baby…” She intensified her sucking, using her spare hand to massage his balls and tip him over the edge.

Meanwhile at the window to the door, the agonised face of Chloe appeared. She had received a mysterious message a few minutes ago telling her to go to this classroom. She had been looking for Jason for ages now, wanting to take comfort with her boyfriend after the cruel way Jessie had treated her. As she peered through the glass, she gasped in shock to see the evil slut herself on her knees sucking some dumb meat-head’s cock.

“That little slut,” spat Chloe as she watched Jessie at work. Then her heart went cold with horror. Jessie had positioned the entire scene so that the boy she was sucking off was completely visible opposite the window. That way Chloe had a perfect view of his face… and although that face was slightly different now - more handsome and manly… it was definitely the face of her boyfriend Jason.

“NOOOOOOOO!” screamed Chloe bursting into the room, even as with a grunt and a gasp Jason cummed into Jessie’s mouth. She moaned happily and pulling off his cock with a hot wet slurp, turned with a cummy smile to face her rival.

Slurping up the dripping cum from her chin, Jessie swallowed every drop and then standing up slid her hand round Jason’s cock possessively as she deliberately continued to stroke him. “Hey bitch, do you like what I did to your boyfriend. He’s mine now and this big cock is all mine to play with. I can’t wait to ride him later.”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH,” screeched Chloe rushing forward to grab Jessie. This time she wasn’t just going to slap Jessie she was going to smash her face in.

WHAM. Chloe screamed as Jason’s muscled arm hit into her chest smashing her backwards and sending her sprawling to the floor. “Keep away from my girlfriend you pyscho bitch,” he growled. “You touch her again and you’ll regret it.”

Chloe burst into tears whilst Jessie watched with a superior smirk. “No Jason you’re my boyfriend, don’t let her do this - I thought you loved me.”

“Haha, who could love a nerdy loser like you? You’re fucking pathetic. I’m with Jessie now and it feels so good.”

“Come on baby, let’s leave this loser to her pathetic tears.” Sliding her hand inside her boyfriends, her new nails glinting as she led him out of the room, Jessie smirked and giggled as she passed Chloe. “You should never have messed with me bitch…”

For a moment in her own mind Jessica felt a surge of horror at what she was doing to her former friend, then her bitchy new personality reminded her of how good it had felt to suck Jason’s dick and her cruel perfect smile returned to her lips. Yes - things were so perfect now she was an evil bitch…

Meanwhile Chloe looked after Jessie and sobbed. The once feisty and confident girl felt like a complete wreck. Her life was falling apart and she didn’t know how to fix it. Surely things couldn’t get any worse though… could they?

CHAPTER 3 - NAILING NICOLA

Nicola just couldn’t wrap her head about what had happened over the past few weeks. First her best friend Jessica gets hot overnight and becomes the school’s new Queen bee. That was weird enough, but Jessie as she was now known had become a total bitch as well, finding any reason to torment, bully and demean her former friends.

That was weird enough but then, even weirder, Chloe's boyfriend Jason somehow went from being a scrawny nerd to a muscle-bound Jock and the new school bully. Everyone was saying it was because Chloe had dared stand up to Jessie and because of that now no one was brave enough to fuck with her. Jessie was riding high on a wave of superiority. She was now undisputed Queen of the school and seemed to love every minute.

Meanwhile - Nicola had never felt more alone and isolated. Her other friend Chloe had experienced some sort of mental collapse when she lost Jason and sunk into depression and apathy. The once vibrant girl was just a pale shadow of herself - sobbing unhappily at home and refusing to see anyone. She had been “sick” for the last few days now and not at school - Nicola knew that her friend just couldn’t face the sight of the school’s new power couple and she couldn’t really blame her.

Thing is - Nicola still believed that there was some good in Jessie. She believed some hint of the girl she once knew must be inside. The girl who was a tomboy and liked kickboxing and soccer… the girl who was kind and loyal. She had seen it, just before Chloe had slapped her, she had seen Jessie waver, some semblance of guilt was showing through. It may not have been much but it was there, a small crack in the seemingly perfect veneer that was Jessie, but that was all Nicola needed to give her hope.

Nicola had always been quiet and a bit of thinker. She knew that something had to have happened to make Jessica into Jessie and was determined to work out what. It probably had something to do with that bitchy Step Mom of hers Annabelle. She thought back to the last conversation she had with the old Jessica. She remembered her friend had been annoyed about having to get a manicure. Maybe that had something to do with it?

Nicola decided to stick as close as she could to Jessie and watch her carefully. She tried her best to stay out of sight but Jessie didn't seem to be doing anything strange or unusual. After a few days of stalking, Nicola was starting to lose hope. That was until Friday after school, when she saw Jessie leave her two lackeys, Molly and Elisha at the school gates and instead of taking her usual route home Jessie had headed in the opposite direction entirely.

Nicola was thrown by the change and found herself having to run in an attempt to keep up as Jessie rounded a corner out of sight. As she rounded the corner she realised her mistake, she tried to stop but ended up barreling into Jessie who had stopped to check her makeup. The force of the impact threw Jessie to the ground.

“Watch where you are going you careless little bitch!” Jessie screamed at Nicola as she brought herself to her feet

“J...J.. Jessie I'm so sorry!” Nicola tried, not wanting to face the wrath of her former friend.

"it was an accident.. I didn't mean to...”

“Shut up! Look what you did! You useless little tramp! You cracked my nail!” Jessie screeched as Nicola backed away fearfully, fully expecting to be attacked as she saw the venom in Jessie’s beautiful eyes. Then suddenly the full impact of what had happened occurred to the super-bitch and she stopped still, turning white as a sheet with fear. The popular girl was staring at her hand is fascinated horror, one of her perfect sexy nails had indeed snapped nearly to the quick.

A sensation like having a bucket of cold water thrown over her, ran through Jessie, from head to toes, and she groaned - clenching her fists, sinking to her knees and gritting her teeth as if she were in terrible pain. “Uuuuhhhh, what’s happening to me? Something is ahhhhh wrong!”

Jessie could almost feel the confidence draining out of her… the certainty that she was right to be so mean, that she was perfect in every way was fading. Like her broken nail… a million splinters of doubt and guilt suddenly cracked through her persona, fracturing her bitchy supremacy and making her feel bad for the first time since she had put on the nails. Maybe she wasn’t better compared to everyone else after all? No! Where were these doubts coming from?

The events of the last month suddenly looked very different and Jessie suddenly realised she had become a completely evil bitch who only cared about her own pleasure and power. She couldn’t justify the things she had done and the love and affection she had once felt for Nicola and Chloe came flooding back as a sob wracked itself up from her chest and she began to cry.

“Nic?” Jessie asked, looking up at the retreating girl in front of her with her usually perfect makeup running down her face as tears were flowing from her eyes “I….I… couldn’t help it, i’m s...s...sorry”

Nicola paused… as she watched her former friend carefully, she seemed to be changing. Jessie was losing some of her glamour. Her hair seemed slightly less shinier and her eyes were no longer cold and wicked. It was like the old her was reasserting herself somewhat, returning from the dead. The blonde faded from Jessie's hair and her old brunette hair coloration slowly returned.

“Jessica, is that you? The real you?” Nicola asked, stepping forward cautiously. “I don’t understand what is happening here? Did I hurt you?

Jessica shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. “No… but you broke one of my nails. It’s my nails Nic, they made me like this. Snapping it must have brought the old me back for a while… but the rest of the nails are still on my fingers. Ahhhh, I can still feel the urges, the desires to be a bitch controlling me and making me weak. I don’t know how long I can hold Jessie back… she is too strong and I like being her too much, please we don’t have long.”

They sat down on a nearby bench and Jessica proceeded to tell Nicola everything about what had happened over the past few weeks. From her first trip to the Nail Salon to all the evil wicked things she had done - it made for a pretty incredible story.

“Wow - I can’t believe Annabelle did this to you Jessica… what a bitch. She wanted you to be just as nasty as she was, but it’s over now, all we have to do is get the rest of those evil nails off your fingers and you’ll go fully back to normal.”

“It’s not that simple Nic. I don’t know if I can go back. You don’t understand, these nails have ruined me. Even without them on… I… I think I like some of the things I did. I think I like dressing girly and having sex with boys now. I think I like being a girly girl. I can’t imagine going back to some trampy tomboy… it just, isn’t me anymore.”

“No! It is you Jessica. It’s your true-self, you’ve only forgotten. That girl is you and we can help her, please I want my true friend back.”

“Listen Nic. I’m a bad person. I’m really not who you think I am,” sobbed Jessica. “You have to understand. I LIKED those things that I did… no… I LOVED them. Being popular and powerful felt so good. Fucking Jason and turning him into a bad boy was so delicious, destroying Chloe and turning her into the laughing stock of the school with no self confidence - I would do it all again given the chance. Don’t you see - I’m evil.”

“Jessica… stop it. You are not evil. An evil person wouldn’t be this honest with themself. Listen, I’ll always be your friend. I will always accept you for who you are and try to support you. If you say you felt good about some of the bad things you did- then at least you aren’t lying to yourself. Maybe the old Jessica is gone, but you’re not that total bitch Jessie anymore either. Maybe you can be a new Jessica, someone who likes to dress nice and be girly, but is also a good person. Whatever the case we can get through it together.”

Jessica hugged Nicola and they held each other for a few minutes, comforting one another. Nicola found herself crying too… it felt so good to have her friend back - she never wanted to lose her again.

“Promise me I won’t lose you again Jessica,”

“I promise… I swear it Nicola. Whatever happens you and I will be friends forever. I won’t leave you again.”

“So what are you going to do?” asked Nicola as she dried her face. “Are you going to take off the rest of the nails?”

“Yes… I think so. I have some remover at home, I’m going to try and use it. Then I need to see if I can hide it from my Step-Mom. Look, I’ll see you at school tomorrow - we can work out what we are going to do next after that.”

Nicola smiled, she was pleased her friend was going to be free again soon. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Good luck with the nails.”

“Thanks,” waved Jessica as she watched her friend walk away and the friendly smile dropped away to be replaced by an anguished expression.

I wonder if she suspects what you’re about to do Jessica? Do you think she realises all the way through that pathetic conversation, you were thinking about becoming me again? It’s going to feel so good to get your nails redone - maybe you’ll be even bitchier as me than before… now your resistance to being a slutty bad bitch is lowered, you’ll enjoy your corruption all the more.

Jessica moaned as she felt her pussy get wet at the thought of becoming Jessie again. “Noooo, I shouldn’t… I should take these damn nails off and go back to being…”

A nobody? Don’t fool yourself babe… you love what you’ve become. You enjoyed sucking Jason’s big fat cock in front of Chloe. You love how pretty you are… you even love that you and Annabelle get on so well now. Being spoiled and treated like a Princess is the best. You know what you need to do.

“I need to get my nails redone, I want to feel powerful again,” groaned Jessica. “I want to be a fucking bitch.”

Yesss, good girl. You know what you want, so take it. Ring Amiee now and book an emergency appointment. Become Jessie again and let’s continue our rise to ultimate power.

Jessica pulled out her phone. If she did this, she would be admitting to herself that she wanted and needed to be a bad little bitch. She couldn’t blame Annabelle… she couldn’t say that it was all someone else’s fault, she would be admitting it was SHE that wanted and needed this. Her pussy was so wet now, she felt so turned on at the thought of giving in and being Jessie again. It as almost as if the nails had been designed to break so she would be put in this position… surely that couldn't be true? All she knew was that she needed to feel superior again - she needed the power of the magic nails and she was going to have it. With a moaning whimper, she dialed the salon, her first step on the path to corruption eagerly taken.

“Hello… Amiee… it’s me Jessica, I mean Jessie. I need your help… I need a new set of nails… ohhh fuck, yes, an even bitchier set? Yes… I want that… an even bitchier set than last time would be perfect. Do it to me, I’ll be there right away.”

Checking she wasn’t being followed, Jessica put her phone away and hurried away. Her destiny awaited, it was time to get bad again.

************

Nicola checked her phone all that evening and night. She thought Jessica might ring or text to say what was happening - but there was nothing. She decided her friend must be feeling ashamed and decided she would comfort her when they met the next day at school… it must be hard to go back to normal after being like that.

The next day at school Nicola looked around for Jessica, but she couldn’t see her. She went to her locker, and it was then that she heard it. Clip clop, clip clop - the sound of high heels approaching.

Turning around as if in a dream, Nicola’s mouth dropped open as she saw Jessica striding down the corridor. She looked like something out a teenage boys wet dream. Every inch of her perfect body seemed to ooze sexuality and decadence, and she was wrapped in delicate figure hugging designer fabrics and expensive perfume. Her blonde hair looked like that of an angel and the triumphant smile of bitchiness on her perfect, full kissable lips was enough to make anyone tremble in lust and fear.

Nicola’s eyes were drawn to Jessie’s fingers. Each was now topped by a long slutty fingernail, perfectly manicured claws - even longer and bitchier than before. The Goddess didn’t even look at Nicola, simply walked past her and strode onwards - she had no time for losers. Her new set of nails had made her even more beautiful and much more powerful. She could do ANYTHING now and her domination of the school would continue.

“Nooooo, Jessica, what have you done?” groaned Nicola inwardly as she felt herself well up with despair. “You said you wouldn’t leave me again, how could you?” Nicola felt like crawling under her locker and sobbing… but that was exactly what Jessie wanted and she wasn’t about to do it.

“I can still save her. If I can overpower Jessie and remove all the nails, I just know she’ll be okay. I need Chloe… she has to help me.”

Nicola didn’t like bunking off school, but this was an emergency. She ran all the way to Chloe’s house and banged on the door till her friend opened the door. She looked tired, sad and depressed - Nicola felt so sorry for her.

“Nicola, I already told you - I don’t want to see anyone. I’m sick, I don’t know what is wrong with me exactly, I just feel so down and tired. Please go.”

“No wait! Chloe, I found out what happened and I know how to fix all of this. Please listen.”

There was something so forceful about the way Nicola said it, that Chloe found herself coming out of her depression and looking at her friends intense expression in wonder. Nicola began to explain everything and Chloe’s eyes widened in wonder as she was told about the strange events of the last few months and finally learned the truth.

“Magic nails? It seems incredible… but if you’re right then there is a way to save Jessica and get things back to normal. Maybe Jason will even go back to his old self if we bring down that bitch Jessie,” mused Chloe.

“So will you help me?”

“I… I don’t know. I tried to stop Jessie before and it didn’t go well. I’m not sure I have the confidence to do this Nic.”

“Come on Chloe, I believe in you. If we stick together, the power of our friendship will be too strong for even Jessie to stop us.”

“I… I guess so. Okay.. I’ll do it. I’ll help you stop Jessie, what’s the plan?”

“Well it’s not the most sophisticated plan I ever came up with,” smiled Nicola, “but if we can overpower and tie up Jessie, then we can use some nail remover to get those damn things off her. I’ll lure her into an empty classroom and then if you can get the jump on her, the two of us should be able to take her.”

“We’ll have to be careful though, we need to find a time when she is alone. She doesn’t seem to go anywhere without those two little sycophants of hers in tow.” Chloe chimed in.

“True, plus we need to look out for Jason as well now.” Nicola said, she felt bad for mentioning him, but she knew that it had to be done for the sake of the plan. “I’ve been keeping tabs on her all week, so I think I have a pretty good idea of her routine now. It's risky, but I think there is a window of opportunity that we can use, either way, we have to try.”

************

Chloe's heart was in her mouth as she waited nervously by the girls bathroom. A careful scrutiny of Jessie's routine had revealed that there were only a few times she was without her entourage… so they didn't have long to act.

Molly and Elisha were not exactly the two brightest girls in school and so they had to have extra tuition every Friday at eleven. Meanwhile now he was a stud, Jason was busy practicing for the Football Squad. Jessie was all alone for an hour and as was her habit, she liked to sneak out of lessons and do her makeup in the girls toilets.

Nicola and Chloe had acquired a rope to tie up Jessie and their plan was to over-power her and remove the nails by force. Slowly, the rope taut in Chloe's hands - they crept inside the bathroom and prepared to pounce.

To their surprise the room was empty. There was no sign of the uber bitch. Chloe looked nervously at Nicola. “Are you sure you saw her go in here?”

She crept forward, then suddenly the door to the nearest stall smashed open - crashing into Chloe and sending her flying. Laughing cruelly, Jessie pounced out and as Nicola tried to grab her, she sent a perfect kick into her ribs and spinning around cracked Chloe under the chin causing her head to snap back and for her to crash to the floor.

“Hahaha, did you bitches forget I used to be a kick-boxing champion before I got my new nails? I may be a slutty Princess now but that doesn't mean I can't take out you losers.” Walking over cooly to Chloe she grabbed the rope from the groaning girls hands and expertly bound her hands and feet to truss her up like a turkey.

“Tut tut Nicola. Did you think I hadn't spotted you following me? Do you really believe I hadn't anticipated your every move? What a stupid plan…”

“I had to try something! You said I wouldn't lose you again!” Nicola said “How could you do this to yourself? You promised!”

“I was being honest you know” Jessie said with a smugness in her voice “I really did mean it when I said we would be friends forever. I just had a different idea about what that might look like.”

Groaning as she came back round, and seeing the desperate situation, Chloe panicked as she saw Jessie advancing on her friend. Things had gone really wrong again and Nic was no match for this bitch. “No! Leave her alone, she's not a threat to you! What do you want from her?” Chloe screamed from across the room, still struggling against the rope that bound her.

“Well, if you must know Chloe, just like when you showed me your true colours the other week, Nicola finally showed me hers.” Jessie said, turning to taunt Chloe “But unlike you, Nicola wasn't just a jealous little bitch. She actually cared about me, she was still loyal after everything that has happened. I knew she would do anything to 'save’ me, once I had become my better self again. So I decided that I would save her instead, save her from being a unpopular nobody and to save her from having to be friends with you”

Jessie turned and reached into her designer bag, pulling out a small black box. She opened it up as she walked slowly over towards Nicola revealing a full set of long nails. “My friend Amiee gave me these, they are only press-ons so they won't last too long, but it should definitely be long enough to help you see things my way.”

As she watched Jessie delicately pull the first nail out of the case Nicola retracted her fingers and clenched her fists tightly, hoping in vain that it might stop all of this from happening. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for Jessie to stop “I don’t want this Jessica”

“That's what I said Nic… but it feels so fucking good to be a spoiled bad girl. You are going to love being a bratty princess, you'll be a popular girl just like Me, Molly and Elisha… soon you'll understand. I can't wait to make you a bitch like me. I understand now just how wet this must have made Mommy when she corrupted me. Now are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way bitch?”

“No! I won't let you put those things on me,” whimpered Nicola as she backed fully against the wall. “Keep back.”

“Awwwww that's too bad,” smiled Jessie nastily. “The hard way then. I don't wanna hurt you anymore, but… for each nail you refuse to wear I'm going to break one of Chloe's fingers. Don't imagine I'm bluffing either. You know I'll do it.”

Nicola sobbed helplessly as Jessie strode over and rolling her over, grabbed Chloe's bound hands. Sliding her hand round Chloe's little finger, Chloe screamed as Jessie began to painfully bend it back.

“Noooo! Don't do it Nicola. Let her ahhhhhh break my fingers, I don't ahhhhhh want to lose you too.”

“One more twist and it's gonna snap,” hissed Jessie gleefully as Nicola sobbed. She couldn't bear to see Chloe in such pain. It was too much.

“No stop… I'll do it… I won't resist. Please don't hurt Chloe anymore.”

Releasing Chloe's hands, Jessie rolled her over so she could see and picking up the nails guided Nicola over to the mirror. “Give me your hand. You're gonna look so pretty babe, soon you will be hot just like me.”

Nicola shivered as Jessie gently applied the first nail. She felt an immediate tingle and a strange thrill. It looked so weird on her finger… so sharp and sexy.

Maybe you can fight this? Maybe it's possible to wear the nails and not be a bitch? Just imagine it, the nails will make you beautiful and popular. They could let you set an example, show everyone that being popular doesn't mean being a bitch.

A second nail slid into place.

Then again… why not be a bitch? Jessie seems to enjoy it and you could be friends with her again.

A third.

Oooh… are my tits gonna get bigger? I've always wanted bigger tits… and a cute bum. In fact prettier lips and oooh green eyes. Yeah so I look like a slutty girl… that would be hot.

Four nails.

Ohhh shit… they are… my tits… are oooooh swelling up and my hair is getting longer. Yes! I always wanted long hair but my stupid bitch of a mom totally didn't allow it. Why the fuck has she insisted on me trying to be clever all these years… where did that get me? I wanna burn all those science books she bought me and replace them with makeup and clothes.

Five nails.

Jessie was right… this does feel good. Really fucking good. I can't believe I tried to resist. My hand looks so fucking good. I can just imagine it wrapped round some big fucking cock… jerking it till all that lovely cum comes out. Mmmh I like cum…

Tied up and unable to do anything Chloe sobbed as she watched Nicola transform before her very eyes. Her friend was being corrupted and as she grew thinner, bustier and sluttier - Chloe could only imagine the mental transformation happening behind those cruel green eyes.

“Ohhh yeah Jessie,” giggled Nicola, “hurry up and put the last one on… I love it.”

“Why don't you put the last one on yourself…. Nikki? A bad girl like you should know how to do your nails...”

“Ummmmm okay Jessie. Ohhh like Nikki is sooooo cute by the way. Great call Jessie,” grinned Nikki eagerly taking the final nail and applying it herself. As she did so her new tighter pussy throbbed and she squeezed her legs together with a needy gasp. “Ohhhhh fuck I think I just came, ohhhhh that feels so good. Mmmmh I feel great babe! Thanks so much!”

Jessie grinned. The dumb little cocktease in front of her used to be one of the smartest girls in school. Instead she was now a naughty spoiled party girl and Jessie's best friend again. Nikki was the kind of dumb bitchy girl that would loyally support her no matter what and get them into fun adventures wherever they went. She was now the perfect slut-kick.

They hugged in that false bitchy way popular girls do and Nikki giggled as she wiggled her fingers and admired her nails. “Ohmigosh I love them.”

“Just wait till we get you a proper set at the salon,” purred Jessie. “Then you'll know how real bitchiness feels.”

“What about her?” indicated Nikki as they both looked at Chloe whimpering in the corner.

“Haha, forget about her. I think we broke her mind entirely. She's a nobody now… no friends, no boyfriend, no life! Lets go.”

As Nikki and Jessie left arm in arm, Chloe giggled almost madly to herself in the corner. “You fucking bitch - you've taken everything from me! Well I'll have my revenge, even if it means finding that salon and becoming an even bigger bitch than you! I'll do whatever it takes to rob you of your power and become alpha-slut of this school.”

She began working the ropes and grinned as she felt them loosen. Jessie thought she was out of the game, but as far as she was concerned… they were just getting started…!

CHAPTER 4 - NAILING CHLOE

Catching her reflection in the window of the nail salon - Chloe almost wanted to giggle insanely. She knew her recent experiences had changed her for the worst, but she looked even more haggard than she remembered. The face in the glass was the face of a girl capable of anything... indeed she barely recognised the hollow looking, wild-eyed girl she saw there. The once confident and kind girl she had been was no more, but there was no time to mourn. She had too much to do, and her revenge was going to be so sweet.

It had taken some effort to find this place. This was the source of the corruption, the place where it had all begun. Chloe knew that this was where Jessica had been transformed, and now that Nikki was under the influence of a set of nails too, it was where she also had to come to maintain her bitchy new body. It had only been a matter of time before the two of them got lazy and Chloe was finally able to follow them. Now she knew where the nails came from... and maybe if she could acquire her own set, she could out-bitch Jessie once and for all.

Opening the door, Chloe walked inside and straight up to the receptionist, a bored looking hot blonde. She was gorgeous, but with a slightly wicked and mischievous look to her features that screamed ‘bitch’. Right now she was insolently chewing bubble gum whilst flicking through a fashion magazine and browsing her phone at the same time.. Her badge said ‘Evie’ and from her demeanour it was clear that she wasn’t particularly enamoured of her current job.

Chloe hesitated for a moment… unsure of how to proceed, then decided to play it safe to start with. “Erm, hello, I’d like to make an appointment to have my nails done. I want your… special service actually,” she said as nonchentaly as she could.

The woman snorted in derision and blew a pink bubble with a wet *pop*. Without even looking up from her magazine, she called across the shop in a slightly sarcastic way. “Hey! Another stray for you Amiee... you’re just sooooo popular these days. She says she wants the special...”

Another woman appeared from the back of the shop, a cute looking brunette. She shot the blonde a slightly icy look and pursed her lips as she obviously tried to hide her uncharacteristic irritation . “Evie, we’ve talked about your attitude and manner with the customers, please can you try harder?”

Evie insolently blew another pink bubble and ignored Amiee as the brunette took Chloe to one side.

“Sorry about that… now I understand you would like the special. May I ask how you know about that? We are very particular with our customers here… who sent you?”

“Cut the crap bitch,” snarled Chloe suddenly, her pretence of being nice dropping almost instantly. “I know that slut Jessie gets her nails here and I want a set too. I’ll pay twice what she does and if you don’t help me, I’ll find a way to bring this place down, believe me.”

The friendly smile dropped from Amiee’s face, but she showed no sign of fear or being intimidated. “Ahhhhh, you must be Chloe. I’ve heard all about you from Jessie, what a horrible jealous little slut you are. Tut, tut… do you really think you’re the first person we have had come here trying to threaten us? We have powerful friends, believe me… threatening this place is a bad idea. Trust me dear, your threats are meaningless and even if I was intimidated, understand that Jessie is one of our most valued customers, she’s my greatest achievement actually. It’s taken me years to find a host so perfect for my nails. I’ve never seen a girl so thoroughly bonded to the corruption. She’s my masterpiece and I look forward to helping her dominate this town in years to come.”

Chloe gulped as Amiee advanced on her. There was a quiet menace to the woman and she suddenly noticed that Amiee had very sharp nails herself. “That’s right dear, you wouldn’t like it if I scratched you with my nails… believe me, we have ways of protecting ourselves here. Now get out of my shop, I have things to do and I don’t expect to ever see you here again.”

Turning on her heels, Amiee swept regally away without a second glance. Chloe realised she had been backed up against the wall and her heart was pounding. She felt despair clutching at her heart and she wanted to sob. She had come here so full of fire, so sure she was willing to do anything for revenge… but she had failed again. She was useless and Jessie had won. She felt the black despair that had previously consumed her starting to return.

“You quit pretty easily don’t you?” smirked a snide voice and she turned to see the blonde was watching her intently.

“Fuck you bitch. Your boss may have beaten me this time, but I’m not quitting yet,” snarled Chloe.

“Amiee isn’t my boss,” grinned Evie. “And she’s not the only one who knows how to do the ‘special nails’. Amiee and I have a bit of rivalry, she’s currently on-top after I made a few mistakes, but I’d like to get back at her if I can. How about I help you out and in return you take down her favourite new toy? If Jessie eventually rejects the power, it will look really bad on Amiee and maybe I’ll get to be top manicurist again!”

Chloe felt her heart race as she realised that Evie was offering to potentially help her. “You’ll make me a bitch like Jessie?”

“Hah, I’ll make you an even bigger bitch than Jessie, no one does bad-girl like me babe,” giggled Evie. “But first you have to stop thinking so small. What’s the point in just making you like Jessie? If you really want to hurt her and beat her, you need to go for her soft-spot.”

“And what’s that?”

“Why… her beloved Daddy of course. Even if she’s a vain, naughty bitch, I bet she still cares for him in some sense… and even if she doesn’t, without Daddy’s money she’ll struggle to be an Alpha. These nails aren’t cheap you know.”

“So how can you help me take down her Daddy?” asked Chloe eagerly, her mind racing as she realised she might have the power to destroy Jessie and Nikki after all.

“Let me do your nails and you’ll see. Trust me, you’ll love how they make you feel,” grinned Evie, taking Chloe by the hand and leading her off to a private room towards the back of the salon. Evie closed the door quietly as they entered, locking them in and making sure that Amiee had no opportunity to disturb them.

Evie sat Chloe down at the nail bar and got to work straight away, filing and cleaning Chloe’s nails, preparing them for the main event. When she had done, she brought out a set of long plain acrylic nails.

“This may take a little while, I wasn’t expecting this kind of opportunity so I need to start from scratch with this set.”

Chloe said nothing, sitting silently and grinning maniacally as she watched evie carefully begin painting and shaping the nails. Evie seemed like a woman possessed as he made the preparations, constantly whispering to herself as she delicately crafted her masterpiece. Chloe tried to make out what Evie was whispering but it all just sounded like gibberish. She didn’t care though, all she could focus on was the growing excitement that came from knowing that she would finally be able to take her revenge on Jessie.

“Are you ready?” asked Evie with a wicked smirk as she took Chloe’s hand, ready to apply the first nail.

Chloe nodded enthusiastically, her eyes fixated on the long elegant nail that Evie held, poised just above her fingertip.

“Enjoy this babe, the first time is always the best” Evie said as she delicately pressed the first nail down onto Chloe’s finger. The enchanted nail fused itself tightly to Chloe's own nail and she let out a gasp, feeling a wave of pleasure pass over her.

That's it, see how good it feels to embrace it…

Evie continued to slowly and carefully apply the nails watching Chloe intently as she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and savoured the intense pleasure that she was experiencing.

Revenge will be so sweet! Just picture it! Jessie, reduced back down to that pathetic loser that she used to be, knowing that everything she had, is out of her grasp forever. Mmmmmhhh!

The sensations she was feeling caused Chloe's heart rate into overdrive, her nervous excitement mixing with the intense pleasure. She could feel herself changing, she didn't know how. So this was how it had felt for Jessie? No wonder the little bitch was addicted… only a little taste of power was already going to her head.

“Mmmmmore, give me more,” moaned Chloe through her teeth as she delightedly watched Evie begin to apply another nail.

Think how good it will feel to break her spirit, as everything she loves is stripped away from her… think how good it will feel to be a bitch!

Evie watched on, taking a pause between hands to stop and watch Chloe's body begin to change, maturing from the awkward teenager that she was. All of her unwanted fat evaporated as she passed through her twenties, leaving her body lean and toned. Her hips widened as she aged right through to her mid thirties.

Just imagine how it will feel to sink your new, perfect claws into a man and make him yours. Using your power to change him from the meek pathetic little man he is and bend him to your will and make him your tough, hard bodied, big cocked lover...

Chloe’s breathing began to deepen and with each inhale of breath, her chest pushed out a little further. Her breasts becoming larger and more perfect with each long deep breath, big round, fake tits… perfect for having a guys cock between. Big attention grabbing globes, just like she had always secretly wanted. Her formerly kind and low-key personality was warping and twisting just like her body. She was becoming a horny materialistic selfish slut and it felt so fucking good.

That’s right! As a hot bitch you will be looked after, everything you could ever want will be bought and paid for, leaving you to sit back and enjoy a life of luxury. With all the time in the world to embrace your every desire...

Chloe's mind began to race as it filled with images and possibilities, some of which began to spark what felt like memories. Things that on one hand she knew she had never experienced, but on the other felt intimately familiar. How to suck a cock… how to ride a big dick… and how to make others do whatever she wanted. She was a 39 year old, plastic, bimbo bitch now with years of cruel jealous experience and knowledge. Her toned athletic body was perfectly tanned and completely smooth. Unlike younger women, she had spent nearly 20 years perfecting her looks and had become a hot MILF that no man could resist. Even her clothing was changing now, designer brands dripping over her skin as she became a bougie bitch.

Soon you’ll be lying on silk sheets, a dildo between your legs as you cum again and again. You live only for pleasure now. Your pleasure. Take what you want, everything is yours!

Flexing her claws, the transformed slut wanted to laugh in ecstasy. Chloe was a wanton gold-digger now who knew how to make men do whatever she wanted. The final changes occurred as her skin tanned and her lips pushed out into a permanent pout as a perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose in cruel disdain and laughing she commanded Evie to apply the final nail.

“Yes, finish it… it’s time to complete me and time for this bitch to rise! All hail Queen Khloe!”

Khloe moaned and Evie smirked as she applied the final nail and completed her protegee’s corruption into a hot wife. Chloe was unrecognisable now - the hot pouting slut dressed in Chanel and Dior was enough to take away anyone’s breath. She looked like a dirty, high maintenance bitch. Irresistible.

“Ahhhh, I feel so much better now,” grinned Khloe, full of a confidence and cunning she had never known before. Naive and weak old-her was dead and she was now the perfect weapon. Her pussy was already dripping wet as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. “Mmmmh my titties are so big, so much bigger than the stupid bitch Jessie.”

“Well you turned out hot, even if I do say so myself,” giggled Evie. “I was in such a bad mood, but knowing you’re going to fuck up that bitch Amiee and her stupid clients plans is so fucking delicious. That will teach her for treating me like shit. Of course, I’ll want paying as well. You’re going to need to keep me in regular money if you want to stay this way.”

Khloe grinned. “For this power, I’ll happily pay any price. But if you’ll be so kind as to give me a few days to get the money, first I need to sink my claws into a man and make him all mine.”

“Sure,” laughed Evie. “How about we say this first set is completely free, and once you get set up you begin paying me? Now, my work here is done, now go get them tiger.”

Khloe grinned. “Ohhh, don’t worry. I will!”

With a toss of her perfect hair she strutted to the door and out into the street - reborn bad and ready to cause mischief.

CHAPTER 5 - THE FINAL NAILS

Stretching leisurely upon her sun-lounger and admiring her perfect magic nails, Jessie adjusted her tiny bikini and smiled, feeling the envious glances of all the girls nearby focused on her. Their boyfriends were checking her out, and she was already imagining how much fun it would be to fuck them later… maybe two or even three at once? Making sure they were watching, she picked up a bottle of lotion and began rubbing it into her flawless skin, enjoying how hot it made her look and making sure it went all over her tits and chest so the boys could see.

It was now three weeks since she’d completed her corruption of Nikki and her final defeat of Chloe and Jessie was enjoying a well-deserved break. Convincing the Principal of the school to let her have a three week holiday had been simplicity itself now that she basically ran the place. She’d left Nikki in charge during her absence and had taken herself down to a luxury resort - all paid for by her Daddy’s money.

It was funny - but she hadn’t heard much from her Daddy or Annabelle for several weeks now, but she’d been far too busy enjoying herself to investigate. Turning onto her back, she luxuriated in the sensation of the sun on her body and relaxed, until to her surprise she suddenly heard a voice at her ear.

“Miss?”

“Yes?”

Jessie opened her eyes and looked at a nervous looking hotel employee curiously. What did this loser want?

“Ahem… Miss? I’m terribly sorry to interrupt you, but there seems to be a problem…”

“What?”

“Your, ummm, your credit card has been declined. Your account appears to have been frozen. The manager has noticed you have run up quite a tab and we were worried that…”

“What? Impossible! You idiots must have made some sort of mistake!”

“I’m afraid there is no mistake…”

It quickly transpired that for some reason Jessie’s credit had been cut off. Stunned and outraged she tried to ring her father and Annabelle but neither would answer. Instead she received a message from her Father saying he was on his way and would explain when he got there. Meanwhile Jessie was forced to endure the humiliation of sitting in the lobby under-guard with all her luggage whilst the manager looked at her disapprovingly.

Finally after several hours her Daddy arrived, but there was no sign of Annabelle. Jessie’s mouth dropped open as her Dad entered accompanied by a stunning woman - a stranger with a perfect bimbo body and a killer set of nails. It was strange - there was something almost familiar about the woman, but Jessie couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Daddy, what the fuck is going on? Where is Annabelle? Why am I cut off?”

To her outrage her Daddy didn’t answer, but instead looked at his companion - as if he were looking for her permission to speak.

“Hello Jessica darling. I’m afraid your Step-Mother is currently in hospital… she had a terrible car accident almost three weeks ago and is currently in a coma. Don’t worry though - I’m sure my Sister will pull round soon. In the meantime I’m... looking after... your Daddy.”

The words just hung there suggestively as Jessie’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Annabelle doesn’t have a sister - this is bullshit. What’s happening here?”

“Oh my dear - what a suspicious mind you have. Are you implying that I am impersonating your step-mom’s sister just to get close to your family? You really are quite the madame. As I told your Father, you’re getting quite out of control. Luckily for me that he’s agreed to cut you off and rein you in.”

The superior smirk plastered across this bitches face as she dropped the bombshell made Jessie's blood boil. “You? You’ve done this! You’ll regret this you bitch!”

“Oh… will I? Your Daddy agrees with me that during this difficult time, it’s time for you to play the dutiful daughter. You will go to the hospital every night to be with Annabelle and read to her, and your allowance has been cut to the minimum. Ohhhh, I’ve also cancelled all your hair and nail appointments. That is a pity as your nails are looking a bit shabby dear, I don’t think they’ll last much longer - but going without will teach you an important lesson.”

Jessie’s heart skipped a beat and a cold sweat broke out on her brow. No… this couldn’t be real. Without her magic nails, she’d revert back to her old powerless self. This couldn’t be happening! She wanted to shout and scream at this stupid bitch - but she realised that would be a bad idea. This dumb MILF couldn’t possibly realise about the magic nails - Jessie just needed to bide her time and win her over.

“I’ll arrange for your hotel bill to be paid this time and then we are heading back home, I’m sooo looking forward to getting to know you better."

*** ***

The hospital room was sterile and white - it was a private room of course, paid for by Jessie’s rich Father In the bed lay Annabelle - completely unconscious. Jessie couldn’t believe how old and pathetic she looked. Her former busty beauty was gone and she looked like a very average and tired old lady. An IV dripped fluids into her arm and flowers and cards stood by the bed. A machine helped her breathe… the beeping of the monitor the only sound as Jessie gritted her teeth and repressed the urge to scream.

“Mommy - you really need to wake up, I need you. I’m going to turn back into that loser Jessica if we don’t do something. I finally accepted you as my Mom - I need you to help me. I can’t believe that bitch has done this to us, where did she come from - how did she do this?”

“Haven’t you worked it out yet you dumb bitch?” came a scornful voice from behind her and Jessie whirled around to see her ‘Aunt’ dressed in a fur coat and leopard skin dress leaning by the door. Her nails were obscenely long and pink, they made Jessie feel inadequate… and a horrible suspicion suddenly crossed her mind. Were those… magic nails?

“Ahhhh, you’re finally starting to work it out. Hahah, you thought you’d destroyed me, but I have been reborn and I LOVE the new me so much.”

“Chloe?” gasped Jessie in shock, “But how?”

“You think you are the only one with friends? I found a way to get my own set of magic nails and become Khloe. I knew you’d never suspect that I was now this hot MILF. I love being older and more mature, I feel like such a fucking hot bitch these days and your Daddy is such a good fuck in bed.”

“You’re fucking him?”

“Of course I am. I’m sucking his big fat dick and riding it every night whilst I take all of Annabelle’s belongings and make them mine. As soon as this useless bitch finally dies, I’ll console your poor grieving father and make him my new husband. I’ll be your Step-Mom and you’ll never be rid of me.”

“NO!” screamed Jessie.

“Oh yes… and once I’m fully in control, I’ll make your life a fucking hell. By then of course, you’ll have turned back into the old you… and this time, you won’t be getting new nails. You’ll be trapped as a loser, knowing you were once the Alpha bitch - but unable to have the power and the pleasure anymore.” Khloe laughed and her big tits jiggled as she thought of it.

“How did you do this?” shrieked Jessie.

“Oh it was easy. I waited till Annabelle took the car for a service and I seduced the mechanic. He was too busy fucking my brains out in the back to notice I’d tampered with the brakelines. I was hoping to kill the bitch, but this is just as good. She’s never going to wake up Jessie - she’s a fucking vegetable.”

Jessie screamed and ran at Khloe, raking her nails at the bitches face. Khloe smirked and easily caught her hands, deflecting her attack and Jessie hit the wall, her nails clattering against it and a chip forming on the end of one sexy claw. Jessie felt a wave of nausea and weakness suddenly hit her and she had to focus on staying as her better self as her skin began to crawl and she ruthlessly suppressed the old her from returning.

“Awwww, did you chip a nail. Excellent self control there Jessie… you’re holding your Alpha Bitch form so well - but it can’t last. I give you, maybe a couple of days before you revert back to normal. Once that happens… you’re truly fucked. Mmmmmh, it’s been such fun telling you all this and knowing there is nothing you can do to stop me. Now we should head home, I’m getting horny and your Daddy will want to fuck me.”

Jessie had no choice as the more powerful woman grabbed her in an iron grip and roughly pulled her towards the exit. Her eyes desperately clung to Annabelle and tears stung her eyes as she looked at her now beloved wicked step-mother. Then… as she was dragged out of the room, her eyes suddenly fell on Annabelle’s hands and a flicker of hope filled her. Annabelle didn’t have any nails on her fingers!

*** ***

Pacing her room as a confused Nikki sat on her bed, Jessie grit her teeth at her subordinates incessant questions and tried to explain it again.

“You don’t need to understand, just do as you’re told. Khloe is too powerful to beat now, but she’s made a critical mistake. She thinks Annabelle isn’t coming back - but she is wrong. These nails contain so much power Nikki. They make us fucking Goddesses. With them we can do anything. You have to find Amiee. You have to get her to go the hospital.”

“But like why?” asked Nikki. “Your step-mom is like totally brain-dead.”

“We’ll see about that,” grinned Jessie wickedly. “I think a little manicure might perk her right up. If we can restore her to her former power, she’ll easily take care of Khloe."

Jessie didn’t know - not for sure - but she had to keep acting strong in front of her subordinate. Ambitious beta-girls like Nikki could smell weakness and if the little bitch realised Jessie was in such a bad position, things could get nasty. So far she’d managed to prevent Nikki realising that Jessie couldn’t provide nails for her anymore, she hoped she wouldn’t work it out.

“But why do I have to go?” asked Nikki in confusion.

“Because Khloe is watching my every move and the bitch has convinced my Dad to ground me. You are the only person who is free to act. Take this note to Amiee, she’ll know what to do. Now sneak out of my window and get on with this. Khloe must never find out you were here.”

Nikki nodded and obeyed, and Jessie watched her with a flicker of hope in her eyes. A few moments passed, and then suddenly she heard the door to her room open. Jessie turned round and watched as Khloe walked in with a wicked smirk on her face. The bitch was carrying a bottle of nail remover and had an emery board and a file.

“Hello Jessie. Your Daddy went out tonight and left me in charge… so I thought we’d do some girly stuff together. I thought I’d start by helping you remove those tatty nails of yours. Don’t try to resist, you know it won’t help….”

Jessie whimpered in fear and backed away as Khloe advanced.

***** ****

Amiee looked up irritated from her position on the front desk and glanced at the smirking Evie who was working with one of her old clients. How had this happened? She had been the premier nail artist in this bar, until that bitch Evie had someone engineered things so that the bars best client Annabelle had unexpectedly stopped coming. No one knew the exact details, but an email had been sent from the home address explaining that Annabelle was unsatisfied with her nails and would no longer be supporting them. Amiee couldn’t believe it. They had been making such good progress corrupting Jessica and her friend Nikki and ensuring another generation of bitches to bag extremely wealthy husbands to pay for their nails and support their business model.

As if thinking about her had summoned her, Amiee looked up in surprise as Nikki entered the salon and walked over to her.

“Nikki, a pleasure to see you again,” smiled Amiee. “Your nails must be getting weak, Jessie’s too… are you here to book an appointment, or is there something else going on here?”

Amiee was no fool and she could tell from Nikki’s expression that something serious was happening. As the girl gushed out her story, Amiee’s glance flitted back to Evie and her face turned into a grimace of annoyance. “Now I understand… you did the right thing in coming to me. Don’t worry, we’ll soon put everything back to how it was supposed to be.”

**** **

Jessie wanted to scream, but the ballgag that Khloe had forced into her mouth prevented her. She was trussed up… her legs and arms bound with rope to stop her from struggling as Khloe delicately applied remover to her hands and began to peel off her magic nails.

“Ohhh I can’t wait to see you turn back to normal. Then my victory will be almost complete. I decided I made a mistake telling you my plans, so I’m accelerating them. First I’m going to turn you back into a weak little loser - then I’m going to make you eat my pussy and ass till you worship me as your Goddess. Once I’ve broken your will - I think we’ll pay a visit to the hospital where a tragic accident is about to befall your beloved Step-Mother. Such a pity.”

Jessie moaned helplessly as the first nail came loose and her body tingled and ached as the magic was ripped away. Her delicious golden hair lost its sheen and turned back to it’s unkempt tom-boy state and as more and more of the nails were removed… Jessie began to turn back into Jessica.

Soft pouting lips became dull and plain, hypnotic blue eyes became unremarkable slate orbs and her perfect ass lost its shapes and definition as she became a plain looking girl again. Khloe laughed, loving every minute of watching her rival lose her power - so pleased at her own corruption and that soon, only she would possess the power.

“Mmmmh, once I’ve got Daddy completely under my power, I’m going to stab my nails into that pathetic boyfriend I used to have and make him mine again. I’ll turn him into a dumb, big dicked boy-toy for my own pleasure and amusement. It’s going to feel amazing.”

With a cruel laugh, Khloe tore the final nail from Jessie’s fingers and stared down at the blubbing wreck that had once been an all powerful Alpha-girl. Giggling she leaned in close. “Welcome back… Jessica.”

Jessica’s chest shook and tears ran down her face, smearing her once perfect mascara. Having the nails removed and losing her power left her feeling empty and weak. She was nothing without the nails… nothing without her bitchy strength. She moaned helplessly as Khloe stood up and rolled up her leopardskin dress to reveal a full set of stockings and hold-ups. The regal looking bitch, rolled down her tiny black satin panties to reveal her perfect pussy… perfectly trimmed and neat. Laughing she straddled Jessica and lowered her dripping slit to the other girls face.

“Time to worship your Goddess.”

Jessica groaned as Khloe lowered herself onto her face… smothering her so she couldn’t breathe. She could smell the bitches pussy on her face, suffocating her and then as Khloe shifted position, her nose and face were deep in the sluts pillowy ass.

“Mmmmmh,” moaned Khloe in depraved triumph, “Don’t worry - I’ll let you breathe again in a minute… but I want you to have a taste of how I’m going to execute your weak pathetic Step-Mom. She’ll die, smothered by my perfect ass as I replace her and dominate this family. Think of it as a mercy killing, it’s better this way than her spending the rest of her life on a ventilator.”

Jessica felt so lost and pathetic. Perhaps it would just be better to give into Khloe, to accept her dominance. How was she supposed to fight this?

Wow, you really are such a fucking loser… I can’t believe you are just going to let this bitch dominate you like this. Aren’t you even going to fight back?

A bitchy blonde voice in her head, loaded with contempt brought a wash of adrenaline into Jessica’s body suddenly. It was Jessie… talking to her.

Maybe you don’t deserve to be me after all. Maybe Khloe does deserve the magic nails and you don’t.

Jessica felt a surge of anger as the wicked voice in her head taunted her. She hadn’t ever wanted to become a bitch - but now she had tasted the power and had become addicted to her Alpha girl lifestyle, she was damned if she was going to let anyone take it from her. As her anger rose she suddenly realised that without the nails on her body had changed back to its original form. The kickboxing tomboy with the developed upper body strength and powerful aggression.

She tested her bonds, realising they were not tied particularly well and that her transformation had loosened them. She flexed and wiggled them, Khloe too lost in her facesitting to notice.

“Mmmmh, maybe I will just smother you to death after all,” purred Khloe as she fingered her pussy, enjoying the feeling of power, dominance and revenge. “Maybe you deserve to die kissing my ass. You betrayed me and tried to destroy my life Jessica… I thought you were my friend, but I should thank you. I understand now how good it feels to be an amoral bitch who gets whatever she wants. Maybe I’ll sit on you till you pass out and the oxygen starves your brain. After I’ve dealt with Annabelle, maybe we could hook your comatose vegetable body to the machines and leave you there forever. Ohhhh yes, so many ways I can take my revenge on you.”

Jessica realised Khloe had gone completely insane - she wasn’t sure if the bitch was simply trying to make her afraid or really was now planning to smother her to death too. Spots swan in her eyes and she struggled to breathe as Khloe pushed her perfect ass down harder on her former friends face and suffocated her.

Khloe was close to cumming, lost in the sensations. She loved how wicked her nails looked on her fingers as they pushed in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to be an evil bitch.

WHACK.

Khloe screamed as she was suddenly violently thrown from her seat on Jessie’s face. She crashed to the floor and trying to stand up tripped up over her own panties which were around her ankles.

By the time she got back to her feet it was to see that Jessica was on her feet. The bitch had managed to get the ropes off her hands and untie her feet too. The ballgag was still in her mouth, and her eyes blazed hatred and anger as she adopted a kick-boxing pose and Khloe laughed.

“You dumb bitch, you think even in your old body you can take me on?” Khloe hissed and spread her hands like claws, her nails glinting in the light. “One stab from my nails and I’ll be able to dominate your mind and turn you into my slave… just like you did with Jason. The only reason I haven’t till now is I’ve been enjoying torturing you so much.”

Jessica unfastened the ball gag and ripped it from her mouth, her eyes cautious now. She knew the magic nails made Khloe more dangerous than she looked. “I guess I’m going to have to take my chances.”

They circled each other like panthers, then… with a sudden flurry… they attacked!

**** ***

Nikki watched the door nervously - keeping a look out for any Doctors or Nurses that might come in and interfere with what was happening. She didn’t entirely understand what was happening - it was funny that she used to be so smart - and these days it was much easier just to do whatever Jessie told her.

She hoped her leader knew what she was doing… after all, how was putting nails on a comatose woman supposed to help?

Amiee crouched by the bed, concentrating intently on applying the nails to Annabelle’s fingers. As each one slid into place, the monitor by Annabelle’s bed would beep and fluctuate as if something were happening to stimulate her body and mind. Her aging body seemed to look better already. The bruises and cuts from the car crash were vanishing and the grey in her hair was fading to return to silky blackness. Her sagging breasts seemed to be firming up and getting bigger on her chest too. It was like Annabelle was being reborn.

A static charge seemed to build up in the room as Amiee prepared to apply the final nail. Suddenly the heart monitor began to chirp as Annabelle’s heart began to race and brain activity began to register on the monitor. Sliding the final nail onto Annabelle’s finger, Amiee grinned as the body in front of her convulsed and the heart monitor flatlined.

But Annabelle wasn’t dead. Instead her beautiful eyes had flown open and she was ripping the ventilator and the wires from her body as she came back to life. She flexed her nailed fingers and groaned as she sat up - revived by their power and back to her old self

“Amiee… Nikki… what the hell is going on? And where is Jessie?”

**** ***

Jessica kicked out, but to her horror Khloe blocked the blow and moved into her guard. She screamed as the powerful bitch stabbed her nails into her neck, and she felt all the will and resistance drain out of her.

“Good girl,” hissed Khloe, “I guess we’ll just have to do this the easy way.”

A wonderful calm filled Jessica as she realised Goddess Khloe had won. Her mind and body were just playthings for her Mistress now and Goddess Khloe would soon reprogram her into a perfect slave. She couldn’t wait.

Khloe grinned as she felt her power flow into Jessica. Her back to the bedroom door, she revelled in her victory. For one scary moment there, she had thought Jessica had found a way to break free and escape her fate. It was a shame, she had wanted to torment and tease the bitch for longer - but she couldn’t take any further risks. She would wipe Jessica’s mind of all knowledge of the nails and turn her back into a tomboy. Then she would torment and tease her forever, Jessica never understanding why her new Step-Mom was so evil and mean to her. Jessie’s head lolled helplessly on her chest as Khloe prepared to fully dominate her mind and felt her magic nails tingle in anticipation.

It’s now or never bitch… this is your final chance to stay as me and be the Queen.

Jessie felt Khloe’s spell on her break. She knew she only had a few seconds of will power gifted to her by her alter-ego. With a savage roar she threw her head back and felt it connect with Khloe’s face… there was a sharp crack… and the world went black.

**** ****

Annabelle was furious. When she finally got her hands on this bitch Khloe she would make the slut understand the meaning of suffering. Flanked by Amiee and Nikki she hurled open the door to her home and stormed inside, ready to confront and fight Khloe. But she stopped in amazement at the scene that greeted her.

Chloe sat in the middle of the room, firmly bound to a chair - a ball gag deep in her mouth. By the chair sat a nail removal kit and it was clear that someone had already taken the magic nails from her. Tears streaked her face, and there was real fear in her eyes.

“I just thought I’d give her a taste of her own medicine,” laughed a voice and Annabelle purred happily as her step-daughter crashed into her and gave her a huge hug. “Mommy, you’re okay - I knew the nails could save you.”

“I was heading here to save you my dear,” grinned Annabelle, “But it seems you truly are the Alpha bitch. Even without the nails, you’ve defeated Chloe. What happened?”

“She nearly had me,” shivered Jessica, “but I managed to head butt her and she fell and banged her head on the bed frame. She was out cold, so I trussed her up - properly this time, and took the nails off her. She can’t hurt us anymore.”

“Jessica,” giggled Nikki as she saw her old friend was back, “You’re back to normal… eugh, you look awful. Guess I’m the hottest girl at school now.”

“Not for long, so don’t get any funny ideas Nikki,” smiled Jessica nastily, “I’m going right back to being a bitch. Amiee… I desperately need a new nail appointment. I need to be Jessie again, she is the real me, Jessie is who I truly am now.”

Annabelle smiled. It was so pleasing to see the corruption had fully taken hold. Even stripped of the nails, Jessica had no interest in her old life. She only wanted to be an Alpha Bitch now and Annabelle was pleased she finally had a step-daughter she could be proud of. And she really was proud of her. Jessie had more than proven she had the iron will to take her place as the leader of the next generation of bitches that would continue to use the salon and wear the magic nails. One day Jessie would choose her own apprentice and Annabelle only hoped her step-daughter would be just as pleased with her own protégé as she had been with hers.

Amiee grinned, “I’ll sort you out right away babe… right after I deal with a certain bitch who seems to have gotten ideas above her station… I do so love a happy ending.”

**** ***

Evie glowered sullenly as she watched Jessie leaving the salon with her bitchy Step-Mom… two Goddesses on their way to a life of luxury and power. She couldn’t believe she’d been demoted… again! She giggled and smiled to herself as she thought of all the chaos she’d caused… then again it was a lot of fun… maybe it had been worth it after all.

Jessie felt so relieved to be back to her true self, she vainly admired her immaculate nails and checked her makeup was perfectly on point. Her step-mom Annabelle smiled to herself as she drove the car home, reminded of their first journey to the salon, what seemed a lifetime ago. Jessie had come such a long way and finally everything was as it should be.

Pulling up in the driveway the two women strode into their home. “Slave, go clean my car… and don’t forget to wax it too. I’m going upstairs to entertain my husband. I’m still getting him fully back under control.”

“Yes Mistress,” squeaked Slave as she hurried in her naughty French maid outfit to obey her Goddesses commands. Humming happily as she began to clean the car. It was funny, she had no idea who she really was, all she knew was that she had to obey her Mistresses. It made her so happy to just obey.

Watching her former friend, now a brainwashed slave eagerly cleaning the car, Jessie shook her head in amusement. “Pathetic.”

She strutted out into the garden wearing her favourite swimsuit and laying down on a lounger, began to sunbathe. Her enemies were all defeated, her reign as Queen Bee now unopposed. Sure she was kept busy running her clique and manipulating everyone around her - but that was hardly work… It was more like fun.

Being an Alpha Bitch wasn’t an easy task, but Jessie was finally convinced.

She had completely nailed it…

THE END

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𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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content warnings/things in part three: everyone is oblivious to everyone's feelings, jealous/needy denki, shopping at the beginning but i'm not specific on describing exactly what been brought just that it's slightly shorter than what the reader would typically buy, reader's social battery drains quickly, reader has some resentment towards jirou and only ever calls them jirou sfdhhsvjg, written with a chubby reader in mind (smut in later chapters/+18)

a/n: i hope you all enjoy part three, this is the longest part so far and i'm not really sure if i like all of it but i think i do! i'm so excited for the this series to carry on. let me all know what you think about this chapter!

i talk too much summery: it's terrible when you're in love with your best friend. it's terrible that he's in love with someone else.

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In a weeks time is the charity gala event that's held every year for heroes and if someone doesn't go it certainly looks bad on them. If they're not on patrol or wrapped up in hero work they should be there, especially if they're big names or retired big names. You may not be the number one hero but you're noticeable and you're a big enough name to make it a problem if you didn't turn up which is not the best for you. Every year is the same, spending hours picking and trying on outfits only to wear once, a smile plastered on your face all night that makes your cheeks hurt when you get home, heels so high you feel as tall as Mt Lady and this year is the same problem.

Denki already has a car hired to take you both to the event in case either of you want to drink and because he knows you walking so far in heels would likely be a disaster.

You've been fretting for days now about the gala, you still haven't brought a dress for the night and shopping for clothes really does not bode well for your self esteem. You prefer buying clothes online so you don't have to go to stores and try clothes on but sizes on websites can sometimes be wrong and they look different than advertised.

You know you shouldn't compare yourself to your friends and your colleagues but you can't help stop yourself, they spend so much money and time getting ready in comparison to you it makes you stand out when you think you don't look as good as them or you don't spend hours doing your hair. You care about your appearance at these events but they make your esteem plummet, you always think your friends look better than you, dress better than you and look more desirable than you.

Now you don't want to people to get the wrong idea, you don't really care about desirability, actually you care very little about it but it might make Denki do a double take for once, maybe he might even do a double take and make a flirtatious comment. That's the kind of desirability you want. You don't wish to become on a list of the hottest bachelorette pro heroes, if anything you want to only be considered 'hot' to a few people but to the rest of the world you want to be called something different, something other than desirable. You want to be called a pro hero who's amazing at her job, especially in away missions, a pro hero that if you hear a commotion and see a crime taking place down the road you spring right into action even if you're not on duty. Just referring to you as desirable would be a disservice.

But for some reason, with this gala, you agreed to let Mina help find you a dress and you're already regretting it as she calls you after she's finished work asking if you're ready to go shopping. You had no idea she wanted to go today and you were so close to cancelling. You couldn't help it, it's like being thrown into the deep end but not only can you not swim but you're also allergic to the water. Having no time to prepare to get in the right mindset to go shopping definitely put you on edge but you agree all the same knowing that you've got to get it over and done with and Mina might not accept the decision of you cancelling and drag you out anyway.

"Hey! Ready to go shopping?" Mina calls as she see's you.

"Not particularly."

She laughs at your reply, "that's my girl. Lets go! I have a couple styles in mind."

Mina's already brought what she's going to wear, she brought it months ago but when you asked for help she dropped every plan that she could possibly cancel to help you. You've never asked her or anyone else, for that matter, to help you shop for clothes before so she couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of helping you choose something amazing.

She has a plan in mind, something you're comfortable in, she loves you and she wants you to feel comfortable but she also wants you to feel confident. Luckily Mina still gives you some control of the situation, letting you decide the store. There's only a few shops around that cater to your size so you visit the one you like most.

Two hours later you're still in the dressing room, surrounded by expensive clothes that are mostly in black, because 'everyone looks good in black', as Mina keeps passing you new ones to try. You reluctantly stay until you find one. You like it, in fact you love it but if you said that out loud you might change your mind about it. It's slightly more fitted than the ones you typically go for and it shows slightly more skin. It's out of your comfort zone for sure and something you'd definitely not pick to wear without Mina but you're glad she came along.

Tonight's the night of the gala and Denki's waiting in the living room for you and he's so very close to knocking on your door to see if you're nearly ready but he knows that would not be a good idea, you'd be sour all night and would stay away from him so he waits as patiently as he can.

When you come out the room he's so very glad he didn't rush you. The dress you're wearing is different to what he's used to and what he expected you to wear. Seeing Denki's reaction but not recognising his look on his face you assume the worse and pull your dress down as low as you can. After seeing this Denki rushes out to reassure you, "you look lovely 'doll. You ready to go?" It's rare that Denki compliments specifically your appearance or outfits. Fiddling with your fingers and shifting from side to side you answer, "Thank you, Denks. You look lovely too. I'm ready, are you?"

Denki really does look nice. He's wearing a black notch lapel suit meaning the suit has a triangular shape V because of the sewing of the lapels into the collar of the jacket. He's not wearing a tie but he's wearing cufflinks, if you look close enough you can see that they're the ones you brought him when you all left UA, they're silver circles with a yellow lightning bolt on them.

He holds out his arm for you to take and with a cheeky smile on his face asks, "ready mademoiselle?"

Accepting his arm, "ready monsieur."

Arriving at the gala gives you other reasons why you dreaded it. This year there are more camera's outside than normal and you wonder why. It makes you anxious, you're use to the camera's you just don't like them. Denki places his hand on the small of your back and falls in step beside you, in doing so calming you down and giving you security. You dreaded the noise and how busy it was. You started scouting the hall, looking out for any of your friends, maybe even catch up with your old classmates.

"I found people, let's go." Still holding onto the small of your back he guides you through the crowd. You were already on edge with the surroundings and all those cameras but then your mood drops as you spotted where he was taking you both, right to Jirou. There was more than just Jirou there, but you knew that's why he's going over, not because Hanta's and Ejirou's over there, both of you see them all the time, and it's not because Yaomomo or Katsuki and Ochaco are over there either, it's for Jirou. He complimented you at the beginning of the night and your stomach fluttered with butterflies but now you'll have to watch him flirt all night with someone else, someone who neither of you have seen in so long so it's awful to think about how much he'll be talking to her and about her in the following weeks.

"Heyo," Hanta calls when he see's you, making you grin wide as he holds his hand up for you to high five.

You perk up at his anticts at high five him back, "Heyo."

There's a collection of greetings from everyone. Momo complimenting your dress and you saying back that Mina helped you, Uraraka saying she missed you as you hug her.

Bakugou saying he didn't he sees you all the fucking time, causing you to smack him lightly on the back of his head while grinning. "Don't be like that that Katsuki." He scowls at you and makes a dismissive sound before calling you a dumbass.

Denki exchanges pleasantries with everyone, you were too wrapped up in your conversation with Kiri and Hanta to even notice that he hadn't flirted or made any kind of comment towards Jirou at all.

"You look beautiful," Kiri says earnestly making your heart warm.

"Yes, you look very hot. I'm liking the dress." Hanta adds on.

You chuckle, "thank you Kiri and when did you become such a creep Han."

"I'm simply making an observation," Hanta replies causing you to try, and fail, at controlling your laughing volume sounding a lot louder than you intended to be.

Hanta looks good too, all your friends do.

Bakugou's wearing his hero costume colours in a suit, his hair slightly more tamed and he has pencilled eyeliner on his lash line like his mask, you'd put money that his publicist from the agency made him wear it all.

Most of your friends have gone with their hero costume colours with Ochaco wearing an all pink flowy dress that goes down to her ankles, Kiri wearing a suit similar to the one he wore at I-Expo, Momo a red fitted dress and Jirou wearing a longer dress catered to her aesthetic, but Hanta, well Hanta looked really good.

Hanta was wearing a cool dark grey tone unstructured blazer his dress shirt had the first button undone. How someone can look this good but keep it simple, classy and somewhat casual in formal wear is beyond you.

Denki watches you make conversation with Hanta and his jaw clenches as he wonders why you're talking to him when there's people you haven't seen in months or close to a year, yet you're choosing to talk to Sero who you saw earlier this week. Is this why you're wearing that dress? For him?

Denki wants your attention, wants you to focus your attention back on him. "I'm going to get us drinks. Do you want to come?"

You were about to decline but you feel him hold your wrist loosely in his hand and you look and see an expression on your face that you know too well, it's the look that he gives you when he wants you to agree with something so desperately. His 'puppy dog eyes' look. You don't speak for a second, all the background noise fades away as you try and understand why he wants you to come with him so bad and that's when you connect that he's standing next to Jirou and something might have happened or someone might have said something insensitive to him.

He pulls your hand a bit and lowers his voice, "please."

"Of course Denki," you nod. "I'll follow you anywhere," you tell him softly and honestly. Your heart starts racing as you realised what you said. You've said stuff like this to him before and you always mean it truthfully, you'll follow him anywhere. You'd follow him to the end of the world and knowing your luck it could happen. He can be so oblivious, like with how you truly feel towards him that he might not even notice he was at the end of the world until you pointed it out to him. You hope that Denki can't feel your pulse racing while he's holding onto you.

He doesn't notice, he's too relieved that you agreed to go with him, that you chose to go with him instead of staying with everyone else, instead of staying with Sero. "We're going to get drinks, we'll see you guys later." Before you can say your goodbyes he's gently but firmly pulling you to the bar. You want to make a joke about his haste to get away from the conversations everyone's having but you don't know if that would be appropriate with whatever he's feeling right now and with whatever happened.

He drags you to one of the stools and orders your favourite drink. "Are you okay Denki?"

"Just peachy," he didn't mean it to sound sarcastic, he didn't mean it to come out at all. He wanted to tell you that he's fine, to assure you that with you next to him he's having a good night but he's vexed and frustrated.

"Did...Did something happen Denks? With Jirou? Or... Um something else?" You wearily question.

He turns his head around to face you so quickly it's a wonder how he didn't get whiplash. "Why would something happen with Jirou?" He looks quizzically at you, having no idea why you're bringing her up.

You became equally confused as you see his expression. "I thought maybe something happened and you wanted to get away from her." You take a sip of your drink, using it as an excuse to look away from him.

"Nothing happened with Jirou or anyone. I just wanted to spend time with you," he says while running his hand through his hair, you look up just in time to see him and cuss him out in your head for looking so attractive.

If you were anyone else you would have asked him further questions but you're use to this by now, his confusing statements that always leave you wondering why he wants something. If you were anyone else you would have wondered why he didn't want to spend time with any of the others or spend time with Jirou, the girl he's mad about. Instead he wants to spend his time with you when he see's you every single day but by this point you're use to it. When he says random things and constantly wants your attention, really living up to the 'puppy dog eyes.'

"Let's live together."

"Are you sure you want to live with me Denki. I mean we've got enough money to buy our own places." he convinced you that living together would be the best decision you would ever make, it was.

You were tidying up the house one day when Denki came up behind you scaring you. "Come shopping with me." you put your hands on your hips and turn to face him.

"Now why on earth would I do that Denks, it's your turn to go shopping."

"It's no fun without you though." you agree but grumble about how it's his turn and you're going to both go together next time. he happily agrees like that was part of his plan all along.

you hear clutter in the living room as Denki's searching for all the takeout menu's. "let's order in tonight."

"I've got a date remember.

"Yeah I do but he's ugly and I'm better. Pizza?"

When you and Denki went to watch a film at the cinema, you run into Eijirou and you stopped to talk for awhile, arranging to all hang out later tonight as you were all free. Denki flicks your hand. "pay attention to me."

Denki casually tells you, "if we're not married by the time we're 40 we should get married," causing you to spit out your tea. "Two pros getting married will boost both our ratings up like crazy, the look on our parents faces when we tell it's a publicity stunt though will be interesting, pretty sure my parents like you better than they like me. Mina and Kirishima are planning to do the same thing."

"Bold of you to assume i'm going to make it 40." You chuckle.

You don't see the angry look on his face as replies, "you better."

You giggle, "you just can't live without someone paying attention to you every hour of every day." In a normal setting your heart would be bursting out of your chest but you knew he didn't mean what he said, it surprised you but after you got over the initial shock it was fine. He's just been listening to Kirishima too much. Plus both of your ratings are good enough as it is and there is already speculation of you both together.

"You'll stay with me right?" Denki takes a sip of his drink and looks hopeful at you.

"All night." You respond before stealing his drink and tasting it, scrunching your nose in disgust, "Denks, this is gross."

You stay together alone for the majority of the night at the bar before you decide it's probably in both your best interests to mingle. The whole time Denki stays attached to you, staying by your side.

It's now getting late and you start wondering if it would be appropriate for you to take your leave. The gala hasn't ended but it could be on all night for all you know. You've seen some heroes leave but Denki's next to you smirking at a joke Mic said and you have a feeling this is going to be a long night.

You're trying to keep up with everyone, with Denki, but it's hard with your social battery draining. You excuse yourself from the conversation to go to the bathroom, although it's just an excuse for you to take a deep breath and be away from all the noise and chatter.

After a couple minutes you head back out of the bathroom and go out to find Denki when you hear Hanta calling your name. Before you can comprehend what you're doing your legs walk and you go to Hanta. He's standing on his own which is surprising, due to the charismatic and social butterfly he is.

"You look tired."

"Gee, thanks Hanta. Did you call me over just to say that?"

"Oh snappy aren't you? I didn't mean it as a bad thing, I promise. I'm just surprised you're still here that's all."

"Well I'm surprised you're here alone." You reply, you know you're being short with him but you're just so drained and it feels like he's teasing you.

He doesn't take any offence to your tone and short replies.

"Actually I was with Midoriya but I left when I saw you to come talk to you."

"Oh." you mumble.

"You look super drained, why haven't you gone home yet?" He questions gently as to try and let you know he's coming from a place of caring and he's not teasing you.

"Denki's having fun." You nod your head to where he is, where he's animatedly telling a story to Hawks.

"Hmmm, do you want me to take you home." Sero leans closer to you. He's so tuned in on your feelings and your needs, he always just knows.

You look up to see him softly smiling at you, "you look really nice tonight Hanta."

He chuckles and pulls you closer so you're leaning against him. "Thank you pretty girl, but that's not what i asked is it?" he strokes your knuckles with his thumb as he mumbles under his breath about how you're too tired.

"You really would take me home Han? You're having a good time though." you ask quietly, not sure if you want to go home but if you were more awake and socially aware you'd be calling Hanta your saviour right now for the offer.

"You're more important. If you want me to take you home I will."

Neither of you are aware but you're being watched, if Denki saw you he'd come marching up and drag you away but he's so invested in the conversation he's having that he doesn't know where you are. The people who do see however are Katsuki, Mina and Kiri and that's not the best people to see because right now Mina is jumping to every possible conclusion.

Mina may be the worst person to see this innocent act other than Denki but at the same time Kirishima is hardly any better as he's thinking about every interaction he's seen you two have together and every word you've spoken about each other. Katsuki is the one telling Mina to 'leave it alone', 'it's not a big deal', 'it's probably nothing' and to 'forget about it'. He makes a quick glance around the room trying to spot Kaminari. He knew you and Sero were close but not this close. He thought that you and Kaminari have been dating for years and have been lying to everyone who asks about it. Dating as a pro was hard so he just assumed you two kept it super under the radar from everyone, including your friends. He never pushed either of you on the subject.

"Bakugou, there's no way there isn't something going between those two! Of course it's a big deal and of course I'm going to talk about it! Do you think they're dating or that they're just into each other?" Mina whispers loudly and excitedly. "Oh my god! She asked me to help her buy a dress, do you think that was because of Sero?" She directs the question to Kirishima knowing that they live close together and he's more likely to entertain her questions.

He doesn't want to get involved in you and Sero's relationship, it wouldn't be manly of him but he does wonder why neither of you have never mentioned anything to him before. He thinks about Kaminari and how it gives him a weird feeling. By the way you're leaning against each other now right now and talking close so that only each other can hear he has to admit it that it does look rather intimate.

"Don't forget guys, they're both always very touchy with people, not just with other." He's trying to rationalise it and you do always touch Kaminari and fall asleep on Sero and hug Mina, but when Sero leans down closer to talk to you it puts Bakugou and Kirishima on edge, Mina is ecstatic for her friends but Bakugou and Kirishima are now hyper-aware that Kaminari is in the room.

You look around the room trying to find Denki. "Want to wait for Denki."

Hanta straightens his posture and takes a deep breath but you're none the wiser. "Are you sure? He might be here for hours. I don't want you to collapse out of exhaustion."

"I'm sure Han," you whisper. "I'll.. I'll, wait for him. He shouldn't be too long. Thank you though, you're the best."

Right on cue, Denki turns around and looks at you, his eyes hardens when he see that you leaning against Hanta but as soon as you see him you beam from ear to ear, softening Denki's gaze. He excuses himself from the conversation he's having and starts to go over to you. Hanta noticed Denki, "I think Kaminari might take you home, he looks pretty displeased right now."

You giggle, "he's been a bit more protective of late. I think it's because our patrol times have been different and we haven't seen each other much. Hopefully soon it will be back to normal."

"Hey 'doll, hey Sero. What are you guys up to?"

You move off of Hanta, "can we go home soon Denki, 'm tired."

Denki's heart nearly breaks as he see's how drained you are and how drained you must have been for ages. "I'm sorry babydoll, I've been so wrapped up talking to everyone. I promise I'll make it up to you, let's go home yeah?" you nod your head and wave bye to Hanta.

Denki knows he should probably say goodbye to everyone individually but right now all he cares about is getting you back home. "Can you tell everyone we left and said bye Hanta," Denki requests.

"Sure thing dude. See you guys later, get home safe."

Denki holds your hand and intertwines your fingers with his before guiding you out.

The three onlookers were still watching the interaction, all with their drinks in their hand with Bakugou and Kirishima breathing a sigh of relief, when, from the distance it looked like everything was okay between Kaminari and Sero.

"Do you think she loves him?" Mina asks as she watches you follow Denki.

"Who?" Kirishima observes you leave.

"Kaminari." Mina responds having not taken her eyes off you since you started making your way to the door.

"Leave it raccoon eyes."

"it's just a question Bakugou." Mina retorts.

Kirishima sighs as he answers, "it's not any of our business Mina."

"They're our friends Kirishima."

"Yes and because of that we're staying out of it." As they were watching they were caught by Sero, making accidental eye contact with him. Everyone quickly looks away.

Denki takes you home and on the way he keeps apologising. "Please don't say sorry Denks." You squeeze his hand that you're still holding.

He turns to you and moves some of your hair out of the way of your face and delicately tucks it behind your ear, "'doll I am so sorry, and I need to apologise. I should have been more aware and have been making sure you're okay. I know how quickly your social battery drains, especially compared to mine, I should of been checking up on you," he's looking you in the eye, you think he must be tired too because his eyes are slightly watery. He presses your foreheads together and says so quietly it's a surprise you even heard him apoligise again, "I'm sorry."

You keep the same energy as he does and keep your foreheads together still touching, "it's okay Denki, I promise. You're here now. Plus Hanta was making sure I was okay."

Denki changes position and turns his head away from you, "yeah, but it should have been me."

Come the following morning Kirishima and Mina have completely forgot the conversation they had the previous, they had too much to drink and their memory of the end of the night is fuzzy only remembering pieces. Bakugou didn't drink at all, he remembers everything. He won't say anything to anyone.

You wake up to Denki entering your room with a tray and a huge gleeful grin on his face, "breakfast in bed! Made just for you." You rub your eyes slowly waking up, "I let you sleep in but I'm off today and so are you, so I thought we could spend the day together."

You groan, "five more minutes."

"I thought you'd say that," Denki chuckles and places the tray on your bedside table, "budge up, if you're going back to bed, I'm waiting here until you do." You groan as you make room for him. If you were more awake you would be internally screaming that Denki Kaminari, your best friend and the man you love is currently sitting next to you in bed but you're already half asleep.

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