#Miranda x Reader

[geekyarmorel]

Mine

Mother Miranda × Reader

Sharp icy blue eyes observed the scene before her and the feathers on her wings ruffled a bit. She was supposed to be busy; making her rounds through the village, healing the ones who were sick and spreading the word of her god. Now her attention was caught on you and the man who was quite shamelessly flirting with you.

It had been Miranda's idea to not let the village know about you two, worried it would cause a public outcry. If anyone pressed the answer was the same, you were a loyal follower and servant. But now as the man made you laugh her favorite laugh she could taste thick, heavy bile in her throat.

Miranda was not jealous, she was simply protective, that was all. Yes that was it, her protectiveness was what was burning in her chest as she watched the two of you. She did her best to continue her rounds, but her eyes kept flickering back to you. As the man reached out for your hand she can't help but reach her breaking point.

"Y/N." She calls and without hesitation you go to her, like a moth to the flame. As you get closer she extends out her hand, your own coming to rest in it. The village falls silent and unmoving as they watch their deity lift your hand, carefully and tenderly, while her other hand lifts her mask from her face so she can press light kisses to your knuckles.

Your cheeks color with blush, your tongue tied as she lowers your hand back down. Her eyes cut to the man that had been flirting with you, the look of horror upon his face as he (and the village) now know you are hers.

"Come." Is the only word uttered as she replaces the golden mask back in its place. Turning she walks away leaving you a little stunned but you follow after her all the same. The walk back to your home is quiet the only sounds were your footsteps as you mulled over what to say to the woman in front of you.

The sound of the door closing brought you out of your thoughts and caused you to speak. "Miranda?"

She continues her path through the house, heading toward the bedroom no doubt to change, but she does give a hum to acknowledge you. You follow after her, leaning against the door frame as you watched her. "What was that?"

"What was what?" She questions, clearly skirting around your own question.

"The stunt you pulled in the village." Words already a bit exasperated, eyes watching as she works on removing her halo. You come behind her and help, practiced hands assist in removing her robes.

"It wasn't a stunt." Her own words a bit miffed.

"Then why did you kiss my knuckles? Hmm? You were the one to stress that you didn't want the village to know about us." You say, folding her robes and placing them into the laundry basket to be washed later. Miranda stayed silent as she dressed in a soft oversized sweater and leggins, preparing to relax for the rest of the day.

"I was protecting you." She finally says not really looking at you.

Your brows furrow at her words, "Protecting me?" What was there to protect you of? No one had a grudge against you, at least not that you know of. "From what exactly? Everyone was focused on you so why would you need to-" Oh.

OH.

"The man." You say suddenly as it clicks in your mind. "You're jealous that he was flirting with me."

"I'm not jealous." Miranda snaps quickly, leveling you with a look.

"Yeah?" You say with a knowing smile, preening a little on the inside that she was jealous. "Then explain to me how exactly you were protecting me."

She grabs a hold of your hand and pulls you close to her. Letting go she settles her hand on her waist as the other captures your chin between her thumb and finger. "My little love bird, I was protecting you wholly." Her eyes softened as she observed you. "Do you think that man could truly love you like I do? Do you think he would cherish his time spent with you? I know that he could never."

"He could never love the way your eyes light up when you find a four leaf clover hidden in the patch like I do. He could never love the way that you snuggle closer in your sleep and breathe out a breathy sigh of contentment like I do."

"He wouldn't appreciate the way you go out of your way to find the perfect crunchy leaf in the fall to step on like I do. He wouldn't appreciate the way you hum little song to dance to when you know I need some cheering up. He wouldn't appreciate and love you like the way I do." Miranda gently places a kiss on the corner of your lips, so close but yet so far away. "I had to protect you from that injustice my little love bird."

You turn your head just enough to press a kiss to her lips, parting yours enough to submit to her and let her explore your mouth. The kiss is sweet, tender, with a hint of possessiveness that you've come to adore. "You are mine."

"I am yours." You assure her, kissing her again and again. "Yours forever."

"Forever indeed."

[grrrechka]

I would imagine after multiple reset lives and routes, MC would be beyond pissed at Miranda

Also! Ref\/

[mashup-writing]

Resident Lover Masterlist:

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A = angst, F = fluff, H = humor, HC = Hurt & Comfort, A/B/O = Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, S = smut

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Alcina Dimitrescu:

Nothing yet!

Bela Dimitrescu:

Bela Dimitrescu Headanons (Part 1) (HC)

How does Bela Dimitrescu love? (F) (HC)

Third Time's The Charm? (A)

Scorching Cold (F) (Sick!Fic)

Cassandra Dimitrescu:

Backstage Brainstorm (F)

Daniela Dimitrescu:

Daniela Dimitrescu Headcanons (Part 1) (F)

Angie Beneviento:

Nothing yet!

Donna Beneviento:

How Does Donna Beneviento Love? (A) (F) (HC)

Professor!Donna AUs:

Power Naps (F)

A Borrowed Coat & A Security Marker (F)

Mia Winters:

Food for thought on a Mia Route

Haunted Promises (A)

Headmistress Miranda:

Headmistress Miranda x MC Headcanons (Part 1) (HC) (A) (F)

[blood-red-ocean]

can I request Mother Miranda next? i have this silly idea where MM's crow(s) has a habit of stashing all kind of shiny things near reader's house. Maybe she has a small porch that's not been used cause reader doesn't have time lounging around, and the sneaky crow is, like, yeah, this is perfect, and so reader goes about her life non the wiser to crow's shenanigans behind her back until one day she hears some sound outside and goes to investigate which ends with her stumbling upon MM rummaging through pile of... something. Awkward silence.

I don't know why I saw reader's house and immediately went 'ah yes, they live with Miranda' but ANYWAY enjoy <3

Small Thief (RL!Miranda x Reader)

Word count: 1.9k Warnings: None Summary: Cornelius is a sneaky lil gremlin.

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“Babe? Have you seen my keys?”

Overturned couch cushions and the contents of upturned cabinet drawers laid in the wake of your frantic rummaging. The very thought of having lost a set of keys to the headmistress’s house scared you enough, but it would be even worse if you had not simply misplaced them and had dropped them somewhere on the Campus. Especially with Mia’s habit of being an absolute gremlin and showing up unexpectedly in places she wasn’t supposed to be.

“Hmm?” Miranda strode into the room, hand fiddling with the button on the other wrist of her shirt.

“My keys, babe, my keys. I need them.”

You knew what was coming immediately. You knew it so well that you could almost quote her word for word. “Now, what did I tell you about carelessly tossing your keys down, little crow?” She and you both knew that if she had spoken those words to anybody else, it would have seen as harsh chastising. But you knew her better than that, and you could easily pick up on the way her mouth quirked up at the corners. The Miranda version of a playful grin.

“Forget about your keys, darling mine,” She said, striding over to you to kiss your cheek. “I will be awake when you return, I’ll let you in.”

“Andy, you know I’ve got class till late tonight.” Miranda smiled a little more visibly at the nickname you had picked for her – Devil Wears Prada had quickly become her favourite movie to watch with you, and she didn’t hide her blush fast enough when you called her it playfully for the first time while playfully testing out different variations of her name. Mir, Mira, Andy… “Professor Dimitrescu is making us recreate a classical piece in our own style.”

“That’s… Out of character.” Miranda frowned a little. “Very well then. I’ll still let you in.”

“But—”

“I’ll be awake.” Miranda gave you a pointed look, and it hit you then. Of course she would be awake – without you around to help with the growing pile of student council paperwork, full of requests and grievances that were above even Bela’s station, she would no doubt spend considerable time poring over them, with Cornelius on her shoulder. She often turned to work when you weren’t around.

“Okay, fine,” You said. You reached up and caressed her cheek, a playful smirk growing on your face. “Just don’t drool on the papers when you fall asleep this time, okay?” This earned you a tut from Miranda.

Hours later, and back aching from spending hours at an easel, you trudged into Miranda’s – you and Miranda’s – house, dropping your bag at your feet. You leaned back against the door and groaned, rolling your shoulders slowly to relieve some of the tension. The smell of pizza wafted down the hallway and into your nostrils, stomach growling angrily. “Oh, fuck yes,” you breathed, following the scent like a cartoon character. There, on the kitchen counter, laid an open box of your favourite pizza, and a note beside it which stated, in Miranda’s elegant cursive, “I am in my office. Come find me when you have eaten, little crow.”

Pizza slice in hand, you navigated the house, making your way to her study. The door was propped slightly open, and a gentle push on it made it swing forward, revealing Miranda bent over her home desk as she pored over some paperwork.

“Pizza?” You asked, holding a piece out.

Miranda crinkled her nose a little and shook her head. “Not tonight, Feather. I don’t think I have the stomach for it right now.” She tapped her fingers on the top of the desk as she sat back, peering at you with concern. “Are you alright? You seem exhausted.”

“Because I am,” You mumbled around a mouthful of cheese, sauce and dough. “Dimitrescu made me restart my piece three times. Three times! All because I mixed the pigment slightly wrong.” Miranda kept tapping her fingers one by one, the familiar sound almost mesmerizing you – almost.

Click, click, thud, click. Click, click, thud, click.

One of her golden finger guards was missing, the soft thud of her bare finger hitting the wooden surface jarring against the clicking you were used to. “Hey,” You spoke up, frowning. “Where’s your guard?”

Miranda shifted uncomfortably, hesitating. “I have no idea,” She eventually admitted. “I removed all of them earlier to take a bath, and when I turned back, one was missing.”

“Ah, so the great Miranda doesn’t have eyes in the back of her head after all.” Miranda shot you a playful glare, affection vaguely hidden beneath. “I’m sure it’ll show up somewhere.”

“It is rather… Concerning, that things keep going missing around here. I’m not usually this… Disorganized.”

“You aren’t disorganized at all,” You reassured her, licking the grease from your fingers. “Maybe we have a ghost.”

Miranda rolled her eyes lightheartedly at that, returning to her work. You grabbed your books and papers, settling in on the couch opposite her desk to study. Yeah, you were exhausted, but you still had other classes to study for, and not even being romantically bound to the headmistress would give you endless exceptions when it came to your studies.

***

Weeks passed, hours and hours of late classes beginning to make you feel burned out. You spent the days counting down to when it was finally done and you could spend your time with Miranda again – and quicker than you thought, it was over. You left Professor Dimitrescu’s class with a heavy wooden frame in hand, a begrudging A+ grade, and a sense of smug accomplishment. You couldn’t wait to get home and tell Miranda all about how Alcina had squirmed, heaving sighs and muttering as she scribbled an A+ onto the piece of paper before her.

Upon arriving at home, however, Miranda was nowhere to be found. Propping the frame up against the wall, you dug your phone from your pocket and checked it – no texts, no missed calls. Venturing deeper into the house, you peered into Miranda’s study to see it empty and dark. Brow furrowed, you ventured even further into the house. It was unlike Miranda to not tell you where she was – or rather, command that you go and be at her side.

“Andy?” You called out. You peered into darkened rooms, intrigue growing as you saw parts of the house you hadn’t seen before. Between the rush of moving you in with her, and exam season, and Alcina’s late classes, you had barely had time to spend sitting quietly with your avian goddess, let alone explore the depths of the house.

Just as you were about to give up and try and call Miranda, a crashing sound came from the very back of the house. Pulse rushing in your ears, you immediately jumped to alertness, searching for something to wield as a makeshift weapon. Eventually settling on a discarded iron poker, you held it aloft as you took slow steps towards the crashing sounds. You eventually came upon a glass door, a faint glow emanating from behind it. With one hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath and threw the door open, roaring.

“RAAAAAAARGH—Andy??”

Once the frantic flurrying of wings and dark feathers and Miranda’s cursing had died down, you could get a proper look at the small room you had entered. It was covered in screens rather than windows, and it took you a moment to realise it was a porch.

A porch filled with heaping miles of miscellanea, remarkably less organized than the rest of the house. Miranda stood in the midst of it all, her face flushed and scowling… At Cornelius. Eyebrows raised, you glanced between the two of them, taking a step back. Cornelius let out a rather loud, indignant caw, wings lifted at Miranda.

“You! She hissed, pointing her finger accusingly. “I knew it!”

A glint in the corner of your vision caught your eye, and at a single glance you heaved with relief.

“My keys,” You breathed. “Thank the gods—” You reached out to pick them up, and the fluttering of wings signaled Cornelius’s arrival. He stood with one foot on them, staring up at you with one burning yellow eye. It hit you then that this wasn’t some secret that Miranda kept, some uncharacteristic habit – no, Cornelius had been periodically stealing more and more items over the weeks, stashing him where he thought nobody would find them. You reached out again to try and take the keys, but he just cawed softly at you, clicking his beak.

“Hey, what—”

“You have to give him something else,” Miranda grumbled, sifting through the heaps of shiny objects. “I learned that the hard way.” She tapped her earlobe, and you noticed that one of her dangly gold earrings was missing, no doubt wherever Cornelius had stashed it again. On her finger was the golden finger guard, back where it belonged.

“Well, I don’t have anything shiny,” You spoke to the small thief. “But… You want my A+?” You held out the piece of paper with the grade and Alcina’s comments on it, and Cornelius studied it for a moment. With a quick chirp, he grabbed it from your hand and flew off to the back corner of the porch, no doubt to stash it somewhere safe. Miranda watched him with her mouth agape and threw her hands up in exasperation, calling after him, “Seriously? I feed you! I raised you from a baby! And they can give you paper?” Miranda took a breath as if to continue, then stopped, turning to you with raised eyebrows. “Did you say A+?”

Grinning, you nodded quickly. “Yep! Can we get pizza to celebrate?”

“Again, Feather? Aren’t you tired of it yet? I could order you something much nicer—”

“Nope, pizza,” You called out, moving back into the hallway of the house. Miranda followed you, pride in her eyes.

“Very well, then,” She sighed in mock exasperation. “But first, show me your work.”

There was a skip in your step as you led Miranda by the hand back to the entryway, where you had placed the painting. You held it up to her and watched as her eyes conveyed her emotions ��� surprise, awe, pride and then, as she gazed back up at you, love. “It’s beautiful,” She murmured. “We must display it at once.”

You followed her as she went to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and pulling out a small golden hook, and a nail. She hummed as she roamed the house, trying to figure out where the hang your artwork, and you blushed about it. Eventually, she settled for hanging it above her desk in her study, this simple gesture making your heart skip a beat, reminding you again her how she loved and prioritized you. She reached up, preparing to nail the hook into the wall, when a dark blur rushed by and left her hands empty. She growled a little under her breath and chased after it, leaving you in fits of giggling as she went.

“Cornelius! Get back here with that!”

To nobody’s surprise (but to Miranda’s chagrin), it only took the promise of some head scratches from you to get the hook back from the small thief. You could’ve sworn he gave an approving caw at the sight of your painting, as well.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Mother Miranda Headcanons: Bonded By Mold

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter, this one has to do with Mother Miranda, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here, and Happy Early Mother's Day!]

(Disclaimer: Mother Miranda Is Not Yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Mother Miranda From Resident Evil Village-

.Mother Miranda is a very selfish and cruel woman.

.But she is not heartless, she truly is just driven by two things.

.The first is getting her daughter back, and the second is to have you as her spouse and the love of her life.

.She met you in the village and took an interest in you right away, wanting you to be her partner.

.So she would make you her personal assistant.

.She found you to be a charming little human and that you belong to her and her alone.

.She would order her children, the lords to keep you from leaving the village and not to experiment on you.

.She will be the only one to make you something greater than you are.

.She does not want you to be one of her children's failed experiments, you have to be something and someone perfect!

.You will be with her, for as long as she and you will be on this earth without her.

.She will tie your very life to hers, so you and her will never ever part.

.She is very possessive and not willing to share you with anyone, even sometimes making you cover all your skin and wear a veil when in the village to hide your beauty from the village and her lords.

.Only she can see that beautiful face of yours, no one else has that right.

.She is also very controlling, you must and WILL do as she tells you, or you will be punished.

.She is also a lying yandere and would tell you, that you will be free to go one day, that she would never hurt you, she is a lying liar who lies!

.She will make you hers and that will cause pain, and she changes your very DNA to get what she wants from you.

.With you as hers, and as her spouse.

.She will make it so you cannot live without her, where it may even cause you pain to leave her.

.That way you will be bound to her, and must stay by her side at all times.

.She is also very manipulative, she will lie and manipulate you, to make you think you only need her, that no one else loves you, and that all you need is her as your wife, that way you can be happy.

.She deals with rivals, mainly by making a public example of them, torturing them, and killing them in an execution in the town square.

.With the whole village watching, anyone who dares help them will be executed as well.

.Same with anyone who tries to help you to leave her.

.You will know better than to ask for help and THEY will KNOW better than to offer you help.

.She does not give you a choice in the matter you are meant to be hers, and you will be hers. Hers, and hers alone.

.So she confesses to you and if you say no you will be punished.

.If you say yes, she will treasure and start her plan to have you impregnate her (If assigned Male at birth) or impregnate you (If assigned female at birth) with the help of the mold.

.So you and her will make her daughter come back, so you and her can be the perfect family at last.

.You would be the one she needs to bring back her daughter, and she WILL Make it happen.

.If you try and run she will lock you up, in a lavish room of course but you will never be allowed to leave, the lycan and corpses will make sure you stay safe and sound.

.Be ready as you will be tied to her for all eternity and will be the co-parent to her reincarnated daughter, and she WILL except you to give her daughter more siblings.

.There is no chance of freedom unless Chris and Ethan come to save the day that is, lmao!

.But then again if by this point your soul is tied to hers, you will be trapped with her in the mold, never ever escaping her!

.You will belong to her, bound together for all eternity, and there is nothing you can do about it!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I will have this as a youtube video as well, Once again happy Early Mother's Day! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[starless-nightz]

Writing for RE8 again because I love Donna Beneviento

[alder-saan]

Rescue

Miranda x reader

TW: cancer, surgery, recovery from surgery, low self esteem, men

words count: 2.3k

thanks to @tanith-rhea for beta-reading it.

You took a deep breath. It was your first date in several years now. It took you time to accept your body after the surgery. But now you wanted to start a new life. You wanted to date, to find a lover. You had taken hours to be ready, today. Hours to choose THE dress, THE makeup, THE hairstyle. You wanted everything to be perfect. There weren't a lot of people in the café. A group of friends on the terrace, and a blond woman near the window, on the inside. When you walked by her, she gave you a big smile. It warmed your heart. Maybe this date would go well. You hoped so. You sat on a chair, several tables away from the woman who was still looking at you. You blushed and looked away.

“Hi, I’m Miranda, you look stunning,” she said, “Your boyfriend is a lucky boy!”

“I… don’t have a boyfriend… Well not yet. Maybe I will. It’s just our first date today. But thank you.”

“Really? Good luck, then.” She gave you an even bigger smile.

This woman was so kind, it comforted you a little. You waited a few minutes. He was late. Not too much, though. Five minutes, at most. A man entered the café. It wasn’t your date, yours didn’t look like this. But he approached you.

“Y/n?” he asked.

“Er, yes, it's me, who are you?”

“I’m Matt, nice to meet you in real life.”

He wasn’t at all like his profile photo. You started to panic. He lied to you. It wasn’t the same. Your mind was racing. Was he as kind as he was in his messages? 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Matt. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you, your profile picture is different-”

“Yes, I put a picture of someone else, if I don’t do this, no girl wants to talk to me. They all are so superficial.”

You gulped. Okay, You had to keep cool. That maybe was a way of speaking. You wanted this date so badly to go well. You could give him a second chance… He sat in front of you and smiled.

“You look great, maybe a little too much makeup. If we continue to date, you should wear a little less, I don’t want other boys to look at you.”

You nodded. What could you reply to this? You weren’t as confident. And he intimidated you.

“So, what do you want to drink?” he asked as a waiter went to take your order.

“Er, well, a hot chocolate would be good, I think I will take a pastry too.”

“You shouldn’t, I don’t want you to turn fat… I think you should do some more sport, by the way.”

“N… No pastry,” you shyly asked the waiter.

You wanted to cry. Was all this a joke? How could he be like this? He seemed so friendly on the app… Your date ordered a coffee.

“Sport is important.”

“I do some sport.”

“Really? What do you do?”

You breathed out. Finally, he seemed genuinely interested in you doing some sport. Maybe the second… the third chance was worth it.

“I swim a lot.”

“It’s not a girl’s sport, you should run or something like this. I want a girl in my bed, not a man!” he laughed. “I don’t say that to be mean, it’s just not feminine at all.”

You looked at the table. No. Not worth it.

“Yes, I guess I’ll try.”

The waiter arrived with your hot chocolate and his coffee. You watched him drink. He was still smiling, and you were crying inside. It was just a matter of an hour or maybe two. It was over, soon.

“Good. So, why don’t you already have a man?”

“Well, I… I didn’t date anyone for five years.”

“Anyone? You were looking for the good one? I see?”

“No, not really. I… I had breast cancer, it wasn’t a good time for me. And then I had to do a full mastectomy. I needed time to accept my new chest.”

“Well, at least you got new boobs, they look great!” he bursted into a laugh.

You went pale. Your heart was beating in your ears, tears began to appear in your eyes. You gulped. You couldn’t even hear what he was saying right now. Why did he have to be so cruel? Why was that happening to you? You had met nice and kind men all your life, why did you have to meet this one right now? He was the worst person you’ve ever met. How could a human being be so cold-hearted? Maybe it was your fault. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were not worth a love life. Maybe he was all that you could ask for. You wanted to disappear right now. You hated your body. You hated it because it had cancer. You hated your new breasts. It wasn’t even yours.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up. It wasn’t Matt’s voice. All your thoughts disappeared when you saw the blond woman in front of you, in his seat. She was kindly smiling at you.

“I… I’m not.”

“I heard what he said. I’m sorry.”

“It’s my first date since my mastectomy… It couldn’t have been worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Where is Matt?”

“He went to the bathroom. You’re safe now. I’m not letting him talk to you again.”

Your date went out of the bathroom and seemed surprised that the woman took his place. You couldn’t look at him right now, so you just looked at the table, again.

“What the fuck is happening here?” he asked, angry.

“Well, I’m going to ask you to leave her alone, mister. She clearly doesn’t want to talk to you anymore,” she calmly said.

“What was it because of the tiddy thing? It was a joke!”

“A joke is supposed to be fun. If she’s crying, it’s not a joke. Please, go out. She deserves to spend her time with someone who can respect her.”

“Leave the table, woman, or I’ll show you what a man can do.”

You stopped breathing. You didn’t want it to become violent. You watched the woman who simply smiled at you and stood up. Was she going to abandon you? A part of you wanted this, you never meant to lead her in any trouble. But the other part wanted her to stay with you, and you were a bit disappointed. Then you realised why she was simply standing in front of him. She was tall. She was very tall. Taller than him. She was towering over him, a smirk on her face.

“Go on, man, show me what you can do, besides making your date cry.”

The man hesitated for a few seconds. He opened his mouth and closed it pathetically.

“Leave,” she demanded.

He left.

You bursted into tears. She sat next to you on the bench seat and pulled you into a hug. You froze. You weren’t used to that, you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know how to- She seemed to understand how you felt because she let you out of her embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have asked you,” she chuckled in embarrassment. 

“N-No, it’s okay,” you said, “it surprised me, that’s all.”

“I’m going to do things right.”

She opened her arms before you, a soft smile on her face.

“Do you want a hug?”

You threw yourself in her arms, crying more and more as she rubbed your back.

“It’s over, now. You’re safe with me.”

“I wanted this date to be nice! What’s wrong with me?”

“Shhh… Nothing’s wrong with you. It’s his fault and only his.”

“My afternoon is ruined… My day is ruined.”

“Meeep,” she said with a nosy voice.

You raised your chin to look up at her, confused.

“It was the sound of a buzzer. You can argue that a buzzer is supposed to make a sound like “bzz”, but I personally find “meep” more accurate.”

“Why… Why did you buzz?” you said, wiping away a few tears, half laughing.

“Because you’re wrong, again. Your afternoon isn’t ruined. Not at all. What if we spend it together? We could go for a walk, and I’ll buy you a pastry. Or more, if you want more. We’ll find the best spots to swim in the sea, and I know some that are totally unknown. Or we could just stay here over a coffee or something.”

Your eyes widened. Why would a complete stranger do that? Was this a kind of trap?

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I can totally understand. Don’t be afraid to refuse.”

You shook your head.

“No, I- I was just wondering if you were an angel coming to rescue me.”

She blushed and laughed, it was clear, she tried to hide her embarrassment.

“Well, I try to make people feel safe, ya know? It’s not a big deal.”

“I’d love to spend the afternoon with you, Miranda.”

“Great!” she said, a big smile spreading on her face, “so what do you want to do?”

“I want to get out of here…”

She nodded and stood up, helping you to do so. She almost ran to the counter and said she paid for you as well. You frowned. She did not need to do this. But as you walked towards her to tell her you could pay, she shook her head.

“It’s on me.”

Then she took your arm and went out of the café. The fresh air filled your lungs. You felt a lot better. You closed your eyes, appreciating the sun on your skin.

She began to laugh. It was a frantic laugh. You liked it, even though you didn’t understand why she was laughing. You looked at her, a bit confused. Was she laughing at you?

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stop laughing, “it’s just…”

She breathed in and out for a few seconds.

“I was so afraid when I was standing before them. Like, what if they actually hit me? What if he was very strong? What if my height didn’t impress them? I was so scared that it was useless and I was being pathetic by trying this. I was all bluffing! What if he knew or noticed it? I can’t believe it worked. I know I looked like I was confident and all, but on the inside, I was like ‘I don’t know what I’m doing right now, I don’t know what to do next, please lord I want it to work’, because I had no idea what to do if it hadn’t worked.”

While talking, she was staring far away, as if she was replaying the scene in her mind, gesturing with her arms and hands. You smiled a bit and placed a hand on her arm, causing her to come back to earth.

“Thank you again. It was very brave of you.”

Her cheeks were coloured in a pale pink.

“It was nothing, don’t worry about that,” she said, dismissing your compliment with a wave of her hand.

“It was clearly something if you talk about it now.”

“No it-” she sighed, “I didn’t think, ya know? It wasn’t brave if it was an automatism.”

“I understand. Yet, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You walked a bit, silently. She was guiding you near the ocean. It was beautiful. You liked the view of the waves crashing against some rocks which emerged from the water. The white foam flying all around seemed to be kind of shooting stars.

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of good dates. Don’t stop searching for someone because of a man like him.”

“Yes, I guess… Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Not my area.”

Your face went red. She gave you a smile, you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or a bit mocking. Maybe a bit of both.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

You looked away, a bit flustered. So she was a lesbian, huh? What if… she was interested in you? What if it was the reason why she complimented you earlier? You blushed as you realised this idea seduced you. 

You loved how her blond hair was tucked behind her ears, in the cutest way. You loved how her blue eyes followed everything that crossed her sight. You loved how smiles spread on her pink lips, lighting her face. You loved her little nose, her neck, her height, lord, her height. It made you feel so safe. And she was brave, funny, and kind.

“This is the moment where the straight girl says ‘I’m sorry, I hope you’re not interested in me.’ or something like that,” she said and chuckled.

“I’m not straight.”

“Oh!”

She blushed a bit and remained silent.

“Hoisted by your own petard,” you smirked, “I’m bi. Why? Could you be interested in me?”

She didn’t say anything, and looked at the beach and the people swimming in the waves. She was cute, with that.

“Look, there is a-”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Her face was slightly pink, she avoided your gaze.

“Miranda, I find you beautiful, cute, and kind, and brave. So if you want this to be a date. It can be.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She turned towards you.

“I-”

You gave her a soft smile. 

“Yes, I’d like this to be a date.” she whispered.

You almost didn’t hear. But even if you hadn’t, you would have known.

“Then it’s a date.”

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post credit scene:

Matt walked his way home when someone stopped before him. It was Rhea. She looked at him with nothing but anger and hatred in her eyes, then her fist met his nose and he fell onto the ground. He spat some blood, and a tooth.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you dare talk to her again. And if I learn you treat badly an other woman, I kill you."

Rhea walked away and disappeared into the darkness of the street.

[dianneking]

The Set-Up - Miranda/Reader (Top of the Lake: China Girl)

Crossposted on AO3 - if you prefer to read it there, follow this link!

Summary: Reader is crushing hard on Miranda, and yet somehow ends up on a date with Robin organized by none other than Miranda herself. Light angst, mostly Miranda being a hot mess tbh.

Tags: Mutual pining, jealousy, fake relationship, spying on people, Miranda being a clueless hot mess (as per canon), lil’ bit of angst, matchmaker!Robin, height difference, smoking, present tense, second person pov, ungendered reader.  Words: 3767

The Set-Up

You watch as Miranda enthusiastically waves goodbye at Detective Griffin before coming to lean against the wall by your side. Wordlessly you offer her a cigarette out of your pack, and she accepts with a muttered Thank you, sticking it immediately between her lips and lighting it up. Maybe it’s because you are somewhat more tired, maybe it’s because today she looks particularly happy and it tugs at something deep within you, but today’s the day where you throw caution to the wind and ask her what you have been ruminating on for quite some time.

"So, what's the deal with you and Griffin, huh?"

"We're on another case together. It's a good one."

"Only that?"

"What else?"

"Come on, Hilmarson, are you really going to make me ask?"

"I... I don't understand what you mean."

"You two seem pretty close, that is all."

"We sorted out our differences."

"Isn't that just great?"

"What's wrong with you today? You are being more waspish than usual. Didn’t take enough smoke breaks?"

"Don’t try to change the subject. Are congratulations in order? Are you two an item now?"

"What? No!"

"...if you say so."

"We really aren't! She's like my sister or something. Is that what was pissing you off?"

"Of course not! Why would I care if you and Griffin were hitting it off?"

"Oh my god, it is. You are jealous."

"No I'm not"

"You so are!"

"Am not"

"Are too!"

"Piss off!"

You shove her playfully, but doing so makes you painfully aware of your height difference, and you feel suddenly very small and nervous. If your crush for Miranda is so evident that even herself can call you out on it, you are worse off than you thought you were.

You try to sneak a glance up at her, and you see her beautiful face corrugated in a frown, as if trying to piece together a puzzle. Has she already figured out everything? Maybe you should consider making a tactical retreat before you dig yourself too deep into a hole. But at the same time, you are not willing to give up any time the two of you spend together.

Damn. She's so out of your league it's not even funny, you think, watching how the warm glow of the afternoon sun shines through her blonde eyelashes. You should probably have been more careful in letting your feelings known, you think as the silence stretches on uncomfortably. Now there's going to be that embarrassed little dance of her trying to let you down and you telling her that it's okay (it's not), you understand (you do), and that you hope you two can still be friends (you really, really do). You are not ready to give up your smoke breaks spent together, all the laughter, the jokes, the heart to heart talks. Miranda is the brightest part of your day, and you'll be damned if you'll do anything to hurt your friendship.

 "Hey I... I think you might have a chance, you know?"

"What?" You barely manage to choke out. Is she…

"Yeah, Robin is single you know. And you are witty and smart like her, you two would get on like a house on fire."

Oh no.

The implications of that sentence hit you like a cold shower. Is she really that clueless or is it some sort of joke? She's not the person to purposefully try to hurt you by mocking your crush, you know her well enough for that. You know she means well, and yet your heart sinks as surely as a rock in cold water. She's totally misunderstood, but that in itself is an answer.

"Miranda, that's not..."

"You know what? I can set you two up for a date!" She whips her phone out before you can try to get in a word, her tongue peeking out of her lips in a show of concentration as she types away. You try your best not to stare at her mouth as she does so, but you are entranced. So much so that you miss your only occasion to stop her.

"There you go!" she announces with a satisfied smile as the phone pings with Griffin's answer "She says she's up for grabbing lunch with you at Tony's tomorrow if you pay for it."

You try to swallow your disappointment, but it stays as a bitter knot in your throat. She might not be dating her detective partner, but she for sure isn't interested in you, if she's so quick to try set you up with her. She looks down at you, with so much excitement shining on her face that for a moment you get lost in those sparkling blue eyes. She's so gorgeous, and sunny, and kind. You really cannot be blamed for falling for her. It's just your usual rotten luck that she only sees you as a friend. So much so as to play matchmaker for you.

And you are so desperately in love with her that you cannot bring yourself to burst her bubble, to be the reason that her infectious smile drops from her lips, and so you don’t say anything. You don’t tell her that when the two of them storm through the station on their way to another case, or when they lean together, their heads close as they look at the computer screen together, it is not Griffin that you can’t take your eyes off from.

"So, what do you say?"

"Uhm…sure, I guess…"

“But of course, that’s what friends are for, isn’t it? You go get your girl!”

You shrug, trying to squash down the hurt that the word friend carries. You might as well go to this lunch with Griffin, hopefully you might be able to pull out of her whether Miranda is seeing someone else. Not that that would change much, would it? You should start trying to resign yourself to the fact that you really have no chance with her.

Also, Miranda looks positively giddy with excitement at having set the two of you up. Not when she has so resolutely stated that she only thinks of you as a friend. You are not going to make a fool of yourself confessing feelings that won’t be welcome and would only make your interactions awkward. Grabbing a bite with Griffin is for sure the lesser embarrassment of the two. Or at least the least damaging for your friendship. Because even if you can't have Miranda as your girlfriend, you are going to fight tooth and nail not to lose her as a friend.

 You only hope that Griffin won't be an arse about it.

“Why are we even here? Didn't you have a huge crush on Miranda?”

Obviously, it had been too much to ask for.

“...”

“I’ll take that as a yes. So why let her set you up with me?”

“If you knew that already, why did you agree to this date?”

“I wanted some free lunch.”

“Oh wow. Way to make someone feel appreciated, Griffin.”

“And I was curious.”

“Were you?”

“Yeah, I wanted to see what she sees in you.”

“Nothing much, probably, if she tried to peddle me to you at the first chance she got.”

You try to keep the bitterness out of your tone, but you still bite viciously into your sourdough sandwich, and you can hear Griffin scoff.

“Oh please, it's obvious that she's pining for you just as much as you are for her.” You can feel yourself burning with embarrassment. Still better than the alternative, you remind yourself. It's just a lunch.

“I might even believe you if she hadn’t just put me firmly in the friendzone, so please, Griffin, can you drop this and just enjoy your free food?"

 Miranda tries not to feel guilty as she peeks beyond the wall corner to watch her two colleagues through the window of the café. She just wants to see how the date goes, that's all. Since she's the one who made it possible and all of that, she feels somewhat responsible for it. Like a fairy godmother for your budding relationship. Her friend and her work partner hitting it off…that has to be a good match, right?

Everybody agrees that Robin is the absolute best detective in the station. And you...well, you deserve nothing but the best. And if you two work it out, she won't have to share her free time between the two of you, right? The three of you will be able to hang out together all the time, and all will be just grand. One big happy family.

She can see the two of you in conversation, and cannot help the nervous tapping of her fingers on the wall she's hiding behind. She can see you shrug, an embarrassed grimace on your face. She can see how red your ears have turned - she can't get over how cute you are when you blush. For all of your tough talk, she thinks affectionately, you really are just a big softie. Have you already told Robin of your crush for her?

What will her reaction be?

Maybe Robin will reject you, and of course Miranda will be there to help you through your heartbreak, to comfort you as you had done for her when her affair – it’s a relationship, babe – with Adrian had crumbled like a sandcastle built too close to the ocean. Because that’s what friends do for each other, right? And Miranda is very happy to be your friend.

She absolutely is.

Really.

It's just that…

It's just that sometimes she allows her mind to run free, and she finds herself wondering how it would feel for once to hold your hand as you lean against the wall outside the station side by side, how your hair would feel if she buried her hands in it, how your lips would taste if she were to… No. She really shouldn’t. You're her friend, and she's pretty sure normal people don’t think about kissing their friend.

Unless they have romantic feelings for their friend. And she surely doesn't. Does she?

…

Fuck.

She totally has romantic feelings for you.

How hasn't she noticed? How long has she been feeling this way towards you and mistaking it for friendship? Suddenly she feels like bashing her head against the rough brick wall. How could she have been so dumb? She has even helped to set you up with Robin! Wow, good job, Hilmarson. Great. Couldn't she have realised it like two days ago? Even for her standards - she's the first to admit that she has messed up multiple times in her life - that's one major cock-up.

 “See? She's totally into you as well, she's even spying on our date.”

“That might just be because she is curious. If she wanted me, why would she try to set me up with you? Come on, Griffin, you must be smarter than this. Aren't you supposed to be the best detective in Australia or something?”

“Ha-ha, such a flatterer. Look, I know what I’m seeing. And lucky for you, I’ve got an idea.”

“Lord help us all.”

“What if I pretended to go along with it?”

“Griffin, I am flattered, but I thought we had already been over how I'm not interested in you.”

“That's why I said pretended, genius. She’ll see us together, get jealous and realize her feelings for you.”

“She won't. You might be a decent detective, but you suck at relationship advice. Oi! Remove your hand from mine, this is ridiculous.”

 She shouldn't still be here, Miranda thinks, and yet she can't seem to be able to rip her eyes away from the way Robin has grasped your hand above the coffee table, her face opening in a lopsided smile.

This isn't fun anymore. Not since she's realised how badly she has fucked up in helping you two out. Miranda swallows, her eyes never leaving Robin as she slides out of her side of the booth and moves to sit beside you. She's never seen that sort of playful grin on Robin's face, unless she was totally hammered, and to see it when she's sober, and on a date with you of all people… Robin wants you too, doesn't she?

Well, of course she does. I mean, look at you, you are lively, smart, funny, attractive, and Robin might be many things, but she for sure isn’t blind or stupid. She has to know how much of a catch you are.

Miranda can only watch helplessly as Robin - the same Robin who refuses all sort of affectionate contact, struggling to even hug her own daughter - is leaning into you, nuzzling your neck, and whispering something in your ear. You jolt up as if electrocuted, and turn towards her, shock clear on your face. What has she said to you? Miranda feels like she's going insane, stuck on the outside looking in.

And then Robin chooses that moment to plant a kiss square on your lips.

Miranda turns tail and flees.

 “What the fuck, Griffin?”

“It's gonna work, trust me. I know Miranda.”

  Miranda leans against the wall next to the station, in what over the years she has come to think of as your spot. If she closes her eyes, she can almost fool herself into thinking you’re by her side, as you always are, cigarette dangling from your lips, always ready with a sarcastic quip, or a funny retort. Except you're not there. You're still on your stupid happy date, that she had pushed you into, like the moron she is.

She's been chainsmoking since she came back from spying on you, and the longer it takes for you to come back, the more harshly she pulls in the smoke between her teeth, trying to lessen her stress. Trying not to picture what you and Robin could be doing that's taking the both of you so damn long.

She tries to ignore the painful constriction of her heart at what her traitorous mind conjures up. The mere thought of Robin's small hands safely ensconced in your bigger ones, of her mouth exploring yours as Miranda had been dreaming of doing even before she recognized her feelings for you, of the two of you hugging or worse, makes her want to scream at the top of her lungs and hit something.

But she can't.

You're her friend, she should want you to be happy, shouldn't she? And if that means stepping aside and supporting you in your relationship with Robin, of course she'll do just that. Because Robin is the one you're interested in and there's nobody on earth Miranda can think is more different from her than Detective Griffin. Robin simply is everything Miranda has never been: petite, professional, smart, careful and precise. It's no wonder you like her and not big, clumsy, helpless Miranda.

Miranda, who's a terrible friend and cannot even support you wholeheartedly in your new budding relationship.

Miranda shakes her head, dropping the butt of her cigarette to the ground and moodily stepping on it. She should be happy for you, should be grateful to be allowed to be your friend, it's not like she has  a whole lot of those anyways. The sooner she starts to accept the fact that there's no hope for anything more between you two, the better it'll be for her poor heart.

She just didn't expect it to hurt so much.

But what's taking you so long? Is that how it's going to be from now on? You and Robin, so wrapped in each other that you forget about Miranda, leaving her alone once again, cast aside, begging for scraps of affection from her friends?

She can feel the tears filling her eyes at the mere thought.

 "You're back! How…how did it go?"

Miranda’s smile is too big, her eyes too watery for it to be sincere. For the first time you allow yourself to hope against all hopes that maybe, maybe Robin has a point.

But maybe you are just seeing what you want to see.

“Are you alright, Miranda?" Her laugh is high, nervous and ends up in a sort of hiccup as she clumsily claps you on the shoulder, rocking you with the strength of the impact.

"Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be, there’s a new, blooming romance in the station! And between my best friend and my partner, to boot! Isn't that just grand? Are you gonna tell all the others about it, or should I tell them and save you the pain?”

Her happy-go-lucky voice is so fake it twists your heart and almost makes you miss what she has said.

“Nonono, there will be no telling anything to the others!”

The last thing you need is for the whole fucking station to think you and Griffin are an item. You wouldn’t hear the end of it. It’s already bad that Miranda thinks that. And hopefully you can somehow clear that up.

“Is that something Robin asked you? Does she want to keep you as her dirty little secret? You shouldn’t settle for that! You deserve more!” She gesticulates wildly at this, her hands cutting the air with agitated gestures, as she defends your honor against imaginary slights.

“That’s not it, Miranda. It’s just-“ But she cuts you off before you can get a word in.

“You shouldn't hide your feelings! You two are totally made for each other. Go be unapologetically together!”

"Why are you so adamant in pushing us together?" You finally snap, irritatedly. She's not making any sort of sense. She's trying so hard to get the two of you together even if it's obvious that she's not happy in the least about it. And even though you are starting to think more and more that this might all be a huge misunderstanding, it cuts to hear the woman you love trying so hard to set you up with someone else. What if Robin wasn’t right? What if Miranda really only saw you as a friend and nothing more?

"What do you mean? Didn't the date go well? You sure looked like you were hitting it off pretty well, and you took your sweet time, too." She mutters the second part softly, as if it has come out of her mouth without her really wanting to, then promptly blushes a deep red.

You always found her adorable when she blushed.

"Miranda, I need to know it, why were you spying on us?"

"Oh god, you saw me? I… Uhm I…I just happened to drop by Tony's, I had totally forgotten that the two of you were there. So I uhm hid, because I didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for you. Hehe, that’s all."

"Is… Is it possible that you might like me?" You throw all caution to the wind because really, at this point you need a clear answer.

"No!" She answers too quickly "Of course not! You are my friend. I like you as a friend!" Hope stirs once again, but you don't dare to believe it quite yet. Not while she keeps denying everything.

"Miranda, you are many good things, but you are a terrible liar."

She suddenly rights herself from where she was leaning against the wall and makes as if to move towards the station.

"Well, I…I need to go. I just realized that my lunchbreak was over like five minutes ago and I-"

You stop her, a hand on her wrist, and a pleading tone to your voice.

"No, please. Stay. I…"

She stops, but she stays with her back to you. When she speaks, her voice wavers ever so slightly.

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, I know what you want to say.”

“You…do? ‘Cause it seems to me that this is all a huge misunderstanding.”

“Of course. A misunderstanding. Sure, that’s one way to put it. Just another big clumsy mess, made by big clumsy Miranda. I guess we’re used to it by now, aren’t we?”

She turns now, and you are shocked to see tears streaking down her face.

“That’s not what-“

“It's OK,” she interrupts you once again, angrily wiping the wetness off her face as she looks at you with a solemn, sad look into those beautiful big blue eyes of hers, “I know that you like Robin, I would never do anything to ruin your chance with her. You really make a perfect couple, I am serious about it. I just need a little time to adjust.” Her voice is picking up speed, as if it's impossible to stop now that she's started, “I am so grateful to have you as a friend, it's not like I expected you to return my feelings. Hell, I didn't recognise them for what they are until I saw the two of you together. And I would never let something like that ruin our friendship. Everything can stay perfectly the same, even if you are with Robin and…and I know I am a terrible friend that has fallen for you after setting you up with your crush but I want you to be happy and please don't hate me."

You blink under the onslaught of words she's unleashed on you, and when she abruptly stops, all that can be heard in the small alley to the side of the station is her heavy breathing, as if she had just run a marathon. Her shoulders are shaking and you can't see her face, dipped as it is into her collarbone in shame.

Your heart breaks at seeing her like this, at the sheer thought that Miranda could believe even for one second that you hate her.

You stand right in front of her, cradling her red, downturned face in your hands, tilting it ever so slightly up from where it was staring at the pavement, so you can once again look directly into her beautiful blue eyes, now swimming with tears and swirling emotions.

She's such a mess, you think affectionately. But she's a lovely mess with the biggest of hearts, and you wouldn’t want her any other way.

"Miranda, I could never ever hate you. In fact, it's quite the opposite. I… I think I love you."

"As…as a friend?"

"No, dearest, no, not as a friend."

And you hope there's no mistaking your intentions now as you press your lips to hers in a kiss that the both of you have been daydreaming about for way too long to admit.

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[t-k-charming]

Miranda Pristly's First Daughter

Alright, Devil Wears the Prada is one of my favorites, if it's also your favorite comment down below (Feels like talking in a YouTube video.)

Warnings: Angst. Hurt but no comfort (if you want I make one with comfort) poor wording (I didn't know if it's a warning, but why not) no happy ending, platonic. reader is Miranda's daughter. (if there is something I mess, please comment)

If you didn't watch the movie Devil Wears the Prada, please watch it. I highly recommend it, it's a movie worth you're time.

Credits to whoever the image belongs

Here we go

Y/n is Miranda's first child. Y/n is the daughter of Miranda's first husband and first love.

After his death, Miranda poured herself into work. Causing to loss of the relationship with Y/N

Miranda slowly ignored Y/n.

After a bit, the twins came and took all the love and attention. Causing Y/n to be distant even more.

Nevertheless, Y/n always tried to make Miranda spend time with her. But Miranda refused every time. Y/n was losing hope.

Once, Y/n tried to make Miranda have dinner with her. Since it’s been nearly a year they had dinner together. Miranda gets fed up and shouts hurtful things at Y/n. Something like this “Why don’t you ever leave me alone?! Always asking this and that? Is the money I give you enough to shut you up?! Can’t you fucking see that I am busy and come home to take a rest and you are being a pain. Don’t you have something productive to do other than being a pain up my ass?!... God, I wish I never had you”

Though she said that last thing to herself it was hearable. Y/n was heartbroken after she heard her own mother say those hurtful things. 

y/n replied “ I am really sorry I never thought I was that… of a pain to you… I will never bother you anymore. I am really sorry”

With that Y/n left for her room. And Y/n didn’t come down to eat dinner.

Y/n was a woman of her word.

The next day, when Miranda came home, she forgot what happened that night because she was busy all day. So as usual Miranda expected Y/n to annoy her again.

But Y/n knowing Miranda was home, didn’t come down and stayed in her room for the rest of the night. 

Miranda didn't even notice that the last time she saw Y/n was the night she yelled at her.

The next morning Y/n left early because she didn’t want to face Miranda. 

When Miranda came out, she didn’t see y/n. For some time she didn’t even remember y/n. But when the Twins came down, she remembered y/n.

When she didn’t catch a glaze of Y/n she thought Y/n left early. Which was true but she doesn’t know why. 

When Miranda comes back. Lizzie is the woman who takes care of both the house and the children when Miranda is not there. Mostly all the time, even when Miranda was there. Lizzie said “Oh and Miranda, Y/n is with her friends. She will come back late or at the same time you go to sleep. Tell her to eat dinner or at least half of it, even if she said that she ate the dinner… oh, and if she didn’t come just go to sleep.”

Miranda heard half of what Lizze said and just nodded. 

But Y/n didn’t come. So Miranda went to sleep. 

This went on for so many months. And Miranda didn’t care much. 

Y/n never tried to earn Miranda’s love anymore.

Alright if you want more just ask.

Until next time, it's me T.K Charming.

[geekyarmorel]

Re8 characters and how they react to a sick reader who also demand cuddles.

Alcina:

When realizes that you're sick she engages 'mom' mode.

Instantly puts you in bed.

Refuses to let you get up.

Has all sorts of juice, water, and soups sent to you.

Does whatever she needs to done quickly so she can be by your side.

Offers to read to you.

Sits by the bed and reads to you.

Blushes softly when you snuggle over close to her as possible.

When she goes to leave she brushes your hair out of your face.

You sleepily ask her "Hold me?"

Her heart melts and she says "Of course draga mea, anything you want."

Slowly she eases herself in beside you trying to not disturb you.

When you snuggle into her side she almost turns into a puddle from melting at how sweet it was.

Absolutely refuses to part with you the remainder of your sickness

Donna:

At the first sign of you being sick she immediately starts making medicinal tea.

Has the dolls guide you to bed while she works on making soup for you.

Makes sure you have plenty of blankets because she knows the house can get a little drafty at times.

Dotes on you, making sure you always have water or something warm to drink.

She knows you like hearing her sing (rare that it is) so she sits by your bed and sings a soft lullaby to you.

It's one her mother sung to her as a young child.

She's not for sure when her hand found yours and your fingers intertwined.

Goes to let go and get some more water for you in case you wake up and need some.

When she starts to pull her hand from yours it wakes you up enough for you to whine out "No. Stay, cuddle."

Donna's face nearly combusts.

Her heart aches for you and decides she will cuddle you.

Carefully slides herself in beside you, trying to give you space.

You stir just a little and she calms you down.

"It's okay cara mea. Sleep now."

She scoots just a little closer and puts her arm over you to hold you.

Melts when you curl against her and fall back asleep.

Rests with you for a long time only leaving once you wake up so she could bring you more soup.

Heisenberg:

It took him a little bit to realize you were sick

But as soon as he realized he grumbled "Get to bed dumbass."

Once you were in bed he gave you a glass of water before going back to work.

He worked for a while before his gut said to check on you.

When he checked on you, you were shivering and running a high fever.

"I'm cold." You whine and that's when he knew it was bad.

If you were cold in his factory.....fuck that wasn't good at all.

He won't say he worriedly called Donna, he'll absolutely deny he was worried.

Donna knew he was though as he asked her for medicine and some kind of soup for you.

She had it ready that afternoon and he quickly picked it up before coming back to you.

"Hey wake up kid." He said, his voice a bit rough. "Take your medicine."

You resisted at first but when he pulled you into his lap you immediately gave in.

Once you took it he tried to put you down but you clung to him.

"Cuddle me, please?"

He gives in and slips you and him in the bed after kicking off his boots and removing his hat and sunglasses.

Will later refuse to admit he snuggled you close and played with your hair to lull you to sleep.

Also refuses to admit that it made him happy to take care of you after all you've done to take care of him.

And when you run to vomit he holds your hair out of your face if needed.

"I got you. Had some of these days myself, of course I was really drunk but still."

Mother Miranda:

Oh when she realized you were sick she almost had a panic attack.

It made her think of how her little Eva got sick and never recovered.

She was terrified of losing you as well.

Even though she never showed how nervous she was on the outside, inside she was scared to death.

"Go to bed, I can do this myself."

You honestly thought you made her mad by being sick since she didn't show much emotion.

Getting in bed you sniffled, trying not to cry.

Miranda found she couldn't work because all she could think of was you and being worried.

She gave up and went to the kitchen, fixing a bowl of your favorite soup.

She also procured some medicine for you to take.

When entering your room she noticed you had been crying.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry I'm sick and I can't help you bring back Eva." You answer, refusing to look at her.

Miranda sets down the bowl on your nightstand.

"You don't need to apologize. Your health is important to me, we need to take care of you so when we get our Eva back we can be there for her."

You felt better and sat up in bed, letting her sit by you and hand you your soup.

After eating and taking your medicine you laid down to rest, when noticing Miranda was about to leave you reached out and asked "Don't leave me, stay and cuddle me?"

Miranda practically melted on the inside, laying down in a comfortable position she curled her wings around you to the best of her abilities.

Cue you falling asleep in a cocoon of soft feathers.

Miranda eventually slips out to grab some work before coming back and slipping beside you once again.

She won't admit it but later she presses three sweet and tender kisses to your forehead before curling herself up with you and finding sleep herself.

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Good day Raven! Could you please write Resident Evil's villainess's reacting to their SO calling them cute?

Just because they're murderers and stuff doesn't mean that I don't do this constantly.

Mother Miranda, Donna Beneviento, Daniela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Alex Wesker, and Alcina Dimitrescu reacting to their s/o calling them cute.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: brief reference to sex.

Masterlists here!

Mother Miranda

You are not only the only person to consider Mother Miranda cute of all things, but also the only person comfortable enough with her to say it to her face. 

When the words first leave your lips, you make her pause what she's doing.

It takes her a moment to fully process what you said. Then, she slowly turns her head to look at you and hits you with a >:^ face.

You're lucky that you're cute and Miranda loves you. Otherwise, a comment like that would make her kill you where you stand <3

She seems genuinely offended that you would regard her in such a way. Have you forgotten who she is? The things she’s done? What’s she capable of? How could you—

(Alright, maybe there’s a very, very small part of Miranda that’s... amused? Clearly, she’s too soft with you).

(Not that she’s going to do anything about it). 

“I am most certainly not ‘cute’,” she tells you flatly before returning to her work. 

Donna Beneviento

Uh oh! Seems that you've rendered Donna unable to form a coherent sentence!

Or thought, for that matter. 

The remark instantly flusters her. Her brain is just going agdadjshkjakall.

She bows her head down slightly. 

Although she has her veil on, she brings her hands up to cover her cheeks, which you’ve managed to make flush red.

I hope that you plan on paying Angie the same compliment because she’ll be upset and offended if you don’t. 

And she’ll probably bite your ankle. Or whatever gets closest to her mouth first. She isn’t picky. 

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is super fucking cute and she knows it. A cute lil' 6'3" murderous fly woman <3

And she loves hearing you call her cute. It’s one of her favorite compliments to receive. 

You say the word and Dani just...

Gives you a big ol’ (often bloody) grin. Starts full on cheesing. 

You get to hear a giggle from her as well. 

She tells you that you are too, and then she gives you a quick kiss. 

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra immediately bristles and gives you an offended look. 

Cute? Cute??? Never before has a mortal dared to say that to her. 

...You know, when she thinks about it, you’ve dared to do a whole lot around her that most other mortals don’t. 

That’s the thing that drew Cass to you in the first place. 

 "And?" she eventually says.

Upon reflection, surprisingly, she doesn't mind being called cute. By you and you alone, that is. 

...As long as you also call her fearsome or hot right after.

"And also so very terrifying."

Oh! If you're going to go around saying it, it better be in private. She will be genuinely upset if others are around. Especially her sisters. She would never hear the end of it. 

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela is quiet for a moment. 

“No <3.”

“No?” you echo.

In her eyes, you are mistaken. Wrong. Factually incorrect!

You see, that is a word Bela sometimes uses to describe you, but it simply is not applicable to her. 

Don’t even try to argue with her. After all the time that Bela has spent around her sisters, she’s gotten very good at winning arguments.  You will lose.

Alex Wesker

At first, Alex doesn't even realize that you're talking to her.

She does hear you, though, and wonders what the hell has you using that loving tone you reserve just for her.

When Alex turns to you and finds your gaze on her, she is not very amused.

Cute is not a descriptor she’s going to let you use for her. 

Alex will let you get away with it just this once. But do that again and she'll take you to the bedroom to punish you. Then you'll see just how "cute" she is.

...Well, I guess that might be an incentive for you to keep saying it...

Alcina Dimitrescu

Many words have been used to describe Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and cute is not one of them.

When you call her that, it fully takes her aback.

You can't help it, though. This woman can be so ridiculously soft with you, and when she gives you a blatantly pouty look? Right after you push back her request to cuddle a few minutes so that you can finish what you're doing? It's cute.

Alcina straightens up and by the expression on her face, you'd think that you just said the most insulting thing possible.

She lets out a scoff.

The scoff is then followed by her going on an impressively long rant about the reasons why you’re wrong.

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Yandere Mother Miranda X Gender Neutral Listener (Resident Evil 8) (Moth...

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Saw this meme today on pintrest and I thought "mhm this looks familiar" and then after a few seconds I was like "OH SHIT THIS IS FAMILIAR"

so... Gaides and lentelman... I present to you... The girlhood spectrum: