RAHHH LOVING MIRANDA HOURS

RAHHH LOVING MIRANDA HOURS

The thought of a miranda usually so cold and aloof just sinking into your embrace after so long, the desperation in her fingers as she clings onto your body and the want in her eyes as she stares into your own

Anyways, i believe in touch starved miranda surpremacy

Itll take AGES to get to this point but for her? Its worth it

I decided to start posting the full chapters of my fanfiction on here too, instead of sharing the links to my ao3 account. Enjoy!

Playing dangerous - Mother Miranda/reader

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You make the mistake to accept an awfully suspicious babysitter job , fooled by fake smiles , at first sight innocent looking children and money...

Soon you begin to suffer the consequences of your decisions while the secrets of this unusual family start to reveal themselves one by one.

Will you survive long enough to discover them all?

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Warning for explicit content.

Chapter 1: First impressions

The payment is high, way too high. Nobody gives that much money for a simple babysitter job - just to watch over a probably bratty kid. The job description is nothing but a phone number and a promise for a cozy , individual room. No specific requirements, no age or education restrictions , not even an address - nothing. You wonder what the catch is.

Yet...money is money , and you desperately need it at moment like this. The bed creaks as you unbend your legs to get up, and several of the many unpaid letter bills fall from it. Your steps are slow , your body is hot , you're sweating - it's awful to have a perfectly fine air conditioner and still not be able to use it , in a attempt to save as much energy and money as you can.

You nervously pick your nails while you wait for someone to answer the phone. At least the number is real , a fact that makes you less scared of the possibility to get absolutely scammed. A part of you relaxes when a woman's voice comes through the receiver.

The voice is thick and enthusiastic, almost melancholic. She talks so freely, each one of her words comes out perfectly timed and pronounced. Her tone is sweet , somehow motherly and very convincing. The hint of an accent is present but you don't pay it much attention. Though she says a lot of stuff in the few minutes phone call , you manage to collect the needed information - which is the address and more details for the job.

Gripping the list with the address on it , quickly written during the short conversation, you stare at the computer screen with your bottom lip between your teeth. Your right leg shakes a little with every button you press , a big part of you still worried the said address is false.

However when the online map reveals the place you take a deep , calming breath. It's real , not a scam, not a joke. The satellite view shows a big mansion, separated from the nearby cities with several acres of dense forest. A few hours trip from your house, you look outside the window to peak at your car - fill it up with gas and you'll safely arrive at your destination.

Of course the house would be a mansion, you are even surprised it's not a castle, rich people tend to live isolated from others. You never understood this , but you are no stranger to the fancy house on the outskirts of big cities. Must be nice - quiet, peaceful,...lonely.

Your kitchen is less hot than your bedroom, due to the open window. The fridge is almost empty, with the departing of your father and the tight money budget you have stopped eating normally, to have a few full meals a day was a miracle, little snacks through the day were your saviour. You're not even hungry right now , but you stare at the leftover food , without blinking, for a moment you allow the darkness of the night to surround you, the silence is almost consuming. Then you shut the fridge door with a loud bang while your face grimaces.

You desperately need the money.

As you take your path down the corridor back to your bedroom, your your gaze shifts to the door of your father's room. It's empty and despite the hot weather it's cold , chilly even. When you open the door your nose wrinkles at the unpleasant smell of pills. The poor man takes them everyday and still nothing, the sickness still remains in his body - eating him from the inside out. The doctors said he was getting better and soon he might live normally again, on his own. That was few months ago, last night he was rushed to the hospital. You remember his face , the fear of death completely covering it. You remember his body - twitching around like a worm. He was getting better, but now you aren't sure if he'll manage to wake up again. His coma-like state can last for hours, days, months or even years...

You have hope , of course, but hope can easily turn you into a prisoner of your own mind before it disappears completely.

As the strong smell of medicine hits your nose , you turn on your heel to get out of the unpleasant room. You fear the smell might actually soak in your body and bones if you stay here a little longer. The promise you made to your father when he first started showing more serious symptoms fades with every step you take , closer to your bed.

What is the point in getting into med school if you can't pay your education? Will the dream of finding a cure for your father's unknown sickness be ever achieved? You close your eyes as you kick the blankets away from your already heated body. With the money from this job you can pay the house bills, the hospital bills and your semester, it's definitely worth a try.

Just a few months there and you can pay all of your debts. Your focused mind manages to relax and soon you fall asleep. Just a few months... everything should be okay...or at least you hope it would be.

***

You don't have a lot of things to pack up so you don't waste time in preparing your luggage - just a simple suitcase full of clothes and other necessary stuff, nothing fancy.

You quickly check your watch and smile upon seeing you're just in time to get going. A few hours trip from here , with normal speed and no stops.. you should be able to arrive at the agreed hour.

When you start your car , music blasts from your radio and you begin to hum along, trying to sing all the lyrics correctly. The road is long , the music is loud , the car is awfully hot but you're happy , exited even.

However, less than an hour after your departure it starts to rain. At first you're pleased, the cold rain will cool the road and make the journey more pleasant. But as you watch it turns into a strong and scary storm, your smile slowly evaporates from your face. Soon the whole sky goes black , filled with dark clouds, while the only light that can be seen is from the periodic , heavy , thunders. Their loud roar seems like it's going to tear the sky apart and it makes you shiver every time.

It's unusual, you checked the time and no thunderstorm was forecasted for today. The heavy rain makes it impossible to drive normally, you turn down the music in order to hear better if a car is approaching. The car wipers constantly wipe the wet windshield while you narrow your eyes so you can get a better view of the unrecognisable road.

Suddenly a flash of light brown colour runs Infront of your car and before you can even react - you hit it. Your breath hitches after the strong impact while your hands firmly squeeze the steering wheel, and your heart beats fast and irregularly. After you manage to calm down, you unbuckle your seat belt and open the door with trembling fingers.

The animal is still breathing when your gaze meets it's bloodshot eyes. You know the deer is going to lose it's fight with death, so you wait patiently, staring at it's huge, sharp antlers, the thich , dark blood pours from it's wounds - forming a bloody crown around it's head , and only when it takes it's last breath you get back in your car to get your phone and call the police. The animal is too large to be just left on the road , and your feeling of guilt towards it is too big not to help , even after you watched it die. Helpless and innocent, the deer's life didn't deserve to end like this.

While you wait you take a peak at your car - the deer hasn't done very severe damage but it'll definitely cost a lot to fix. You laugh. You haven't even started working and you're already wondering if the payment will be enough for you.

Unfortunately you don't care as much about this needless death as you do about the time you wasted explaining to the cops what happened and waiting for them to move the deer. Now you glare at your watch with a grimace, it's impossible to be on time , even the storm is not over yet... being late is a very bad first impression.

But it looks like the world is working against you.

***

You're already way too late, your eyebrows are furrowed and you clench your jaw when your connection gets lost and your navigation disappears. You curse , moving your head in different directions , trying to spot a car , a house, even a lonely walker would be helpful right now. You know you're almost there but without the online map you're not sure which road to take exactly - if you choose poorly and wrong you'll be even more late , you start to wonder if it's even worth it anymore.

Finally, as a gift sent by the gods, a red light shines in your eyes, so bright you almost close them completely. But as you force yourself to take a closer look, you smirk from ear to ear -a gas station.

The rain is so strong, it completely soaks your clothes as you make a quick run from your car to the automatically opening doors. Unfortunately for you there is a working air conditioner , blowing it's cold wind right at your damp body , and you shiver as your slippery legs guide you to the worker behind the cash register.

He looks old , his face is wrinkled and covored in tiny scars, it's mostly the salt - pepper beard that gives away his age. His eyes shine when he notices you, as if you're the first person he's seen in years. He's almost happy as you are , to finally see someone living after this old , boring road and dark , scary storm.

"Good evening, Miss" - his voice is raspy and rough, as he open his mouth a strong smell of alcohol hits your nose but you try to stay as still as possible, not trying to be rude - "Anything i can help you with?"

"Evening.." - you say with a burning feeling on your tongue, it was in fact evening and you were supposed to be at the mansion in the afternoon... You shove your hand in your pocket and pull out the crumpled piece of paper with the address written on it - "Do you know how i can get here?"

He carefully takes the paper from your fingers and his eyes quickly scan the ink on it. His smile drops and he gives you a concerned look as he puts the paper back into your hand.

"Nobody lives there , Miss"

Your body goes stiff and you swear you feel your heart stop for a moment. You blink a few times , hoping he's going to laugh any second now and reveal his awfully out of hand joke. When his face stays completely the same , you grit your teeth.

"What do you mean by that?" - you note how loud and rude your voice turns out to be and you try to lower it as you speak again - "I'm supposed to go there for a babysitter job...and i even talked with this woman Mir...mar.. what was her name again..-"

At that he cuts you of with a ringing laugh, then he coughs, an effect of his age, and the picture in front of you reminds you of your father, in those terrible evenings when he couldn't breathe normally from his terrible cough.

"You should have just said you were one of them!" - he continues to laugh as his hand moves to grab a bottle of water and he quick drinks the half of it with ease.

"Them?"

The water bottle, now completely empty and crumpled , flies right next to you and as you turn your head to follow it - your gaze catches it just as it falls into the trash can. The man puts his hands in the air and smiles , that must be an entertainment for him, then he clears his throat.

"One or two years ago , I'm not very certain, people started going to this house, with the same story as yours - this 'babysitter job' " - he makes air quotes with his fingers in a mocking, unsure way , then he continues - "a lot of people disappeared you know...even the police got involved yet nobody was found guilty."

As he continues to talk about the mysterious disappearances you loose yourself in thoughts, his story sounds way too familiar yet a part of you still hopes for his information to be wrong. You somehow convince yourself you'll still go , if nobody is there like the man says - you'll simply go back...and try to find another high payed job , which is nearly impossible.

"If you could give me directions on how to get there... I'll be thankful" - you wait for the perfect moment to talk back , just as he stops to caught his breath, you quickly note he doesn't only like to talk a lot but he does it rapidly. Some of his words even mess up with the others , making his sentence impossible to understand.

"You still want to go?" - he scoffs , fixing the name tag on his uniform - " These days... only the stupid or the brave wander there."

His glare was curious in which one you are , but your story was completely different.

"I'm afraid i have no other choice"

He blinks and his expression changes to a mocking grimace. A low whisper "the stupid" leaves his lips causing your hands to curl into fists but your tense body calms down as he slides his chair back, a map is hung on the wall behind him and he points the road you need to take with a pen. You try to quickly remember and memories it as he moves back forward.

"A pretty lady like you... shouldn't go to such dark place" - he says , and even though his words sound inappropriate you wonder if he's right, if that's the right choice - "better run back home, little deer"

"Have a good evening, sir"

You don't thank him as you walk outside. It's still raining but not as hard as before. You don't even bother to check your watch , knowing that even time is against you now. As you start your car and drive towards the mansion, your eyes wander at the road behind you. And you shake your head.

There's no turning back now.

***

Just as promised the grand , dark house is only surrounded by woods and nothing else. You park near the building and sigh with relief when you spot another car there. It looks new , a fancy looking dark jeep , with tinted windows and big tires. You walk around it , admiring the car's beauty.

And then your gaze shifts to the building. The gothic architecture of the mansion is magnificent , consuming, awfully alluring despite it's creepiness. It's exterior consists of dark gray stone, with pointed arches, ribbed vaults and carved moldings. The roof has numerous decorative features. Tall, arched windows are scattered around the building, and are made of stained glass that would probably reflect various colors in the sunlight if the sky wasn't as dark as the colour of the mansion.

You wonder what it would look like during the day if it looked so devine at night. You don't even realise how the gothic building has stopped your breathing for a second. It's beauty pulling you in , as if with a string connected to your soul. The atmosphere feels wrong, yet perfect at the same time.

You stop right in front of the main entrance and you swallow hard. The big , carefully carved symbols of deer's heads on the doors are the only thing that you didn't seem to like in this mansion. The image in front of you makes you remember your wet clothes and how sticky they are on your skin. You move uncomfortable, looking down at your feet, knowing your shoes and socks are damped not in rain water but in dark blood from the animal you killed on that road.

You're scared that memory will hunt you forever.

You knock a few times on the hard , wooden surface of the doors and when nothing happens you turn your head only to see a button for a ring bell. You press it and bite your lip as the loud ringing echoes through the house. You don't wanna wake anyone up , you know it's a bit (very) late but...

You ring again when nobody answers the first time. And again. And again until a shine of light from an upper window pours onto your face and body. Then you back away as you patiently wait for the almost silent steps from inside to reach the entrance. And as the doors finally open , you take a deep breath, straighten your back , shoulders back and chin up, fake smile on your dry lips. You try your best to look professional.

The first thing you notice when you see the woman that opened the door is how tall she is. Maybe if you try to measure it and walk next to her , the top of your head would be slightly above her chest. The darkness around you works against your vision and her full face is not on display but you can see parts of her attractive features, her dark blue eyes and mostly her golden hair. It pours like river around her neck and shoulders, and you note it's messy, meaning she was sleeping till now. Even though she just woke up, she looks divine and you curse yourself for forgetting her name.

"I'm so sorry to bother you this late, ma'am" - you excuse yourself and extend your hand , when she only gives it a glare - you retreat it, feeling embarrassed - "I'm... here for the babysitter job , we talked on the phone if you remem-"

"You're late" - her voice is sharp as a blade and you shiver , not completely because of the cold weather - "You were expected three..no, four hours ago , correct?"

Chilly wind rustles past you, making her pull her black robe tighter around her body. You are both cold , and you want to finish up this conversation so badly.

"There was an accident on the road and I-"

Before you can continue your story she puts her hand up , silencing you immediately.

"I don't need to know , that information is useless" - she declares while her lips twitch and she give you an unpleasant look - "what matters is that you have awaken me in the middle of the night with that hideous bell."

Your mouth opens to protest, it's not even that late , she's making a big deal over nothing, however you can agree with her , It's inappropriate to bother someone in such annoying way but it's her mean tone and words that bothers you. Yet you stop yourself before you can say what you really think. Instead you rephrase your sentence before speaking it out loud.

"Ma'am, respectfully, we can argue all night, but it's raining and my clothes are soaked." - you want to point out how she's in a perfectly fine condition but you decide it's better if you reject that though . Her impression for you it's probably very low , you don't wanna bury it completely.

The woman gives you a glare , then she slowly pokes her head outside, looking carefully around, while small drops of rain land on her golden locks. As her gaze locks on your car she asks with a soft tone:

"Are you alone?"

"Yes" - you quickly answer, your body even more tense than before. Why does she ask about you being alone? Weird.

"Come in, then" - the invite is short and quiet but you waste no time in following her into the mansion. Her walk is slow , elegant, in an attempt not to stare at her legs you move your gaze up and then around the house. It's dark so you can't see much , the decor and furniture are mostly black with a hint of red , everything is nicely placed and organised. The only bad thing is that the inside of the mansion feels even colder than the weather outside.

"I'll prepare you a cup of tea. You may rest there" - she points to a small table with two soft-looking armchairs and you sit on one of them while she makes a turn for another room, probably the kitchen. You allow yourself to look around, now seeing the inside better since she turned on a few lamps , the mansion is huge, you don't even remember the way to the door.

Too busy to admire the spectacular paintings on the walls , you don't hear her when she approaches you again. You only turn your head to her when she cleans her throat.

The tea is amazing, the temperature is just perfect, not too hot in order to save the herbs in it , while the sweetness is not from sugar but honey. You lick your dry lips as you continue to take small sips.

The woman doesn't speak to you, she gets something from the table and when you take a look at the object in her hands - you note it's a pack of cigarettes.

"Do you want one?" - she softly asks , one hand extended to you while the other is back on the table in search for something else. Her lips curl up when she finds her lighter.

"I don't smoke" - the moment you refuse, she retreats her arm and her fingers work quickly to get herself a cigarette. The flame from the blue lighter burns the tip of it. Her soft looking lips wrap around the cigarette and she inhales , her back presses to the seat of the armchair while the cigarette smoke drifts from her lips to cover her face behind a vivid veil.

"Me neither...i just can't resist, after a long day" - you nod to show that you understood and she smiles , her face becomes even more attractive as she does.

The woman's fingers shake the thin cigarette and you watch as the ashes from it fall to the perfectly clean floor. You're surprised, she doesn't look like a person who would dirty their house like this. Yet she does it again, and again, till her cigarette is finished and she tosses it to the floor, right on top of the ashes.

The silence that grew between you is so thick you can actually try and probably succeed to cut with a knife. She fidgets with the pack of cigarettes in her hand while ignoring your staring. You quickly realise she's waiting for you to say something.

"I apologise again, for bothering you like this , ma'am."

"Don't you think it's a bit late to be so formal?" - she chuckles , her left hand playing with the edges of her nightgown. You note she can't sit still without doing something with her hands , like holding or fidgeting.

"I'm sorry, ma-"

"Just Miranda is fine" - so that is her name, you promise yourself you'll try to remember it - "and stop apologising, so annoying..."

You also discover she can be awfully rude from time to time. But you're sure you can handle her. Which reminds you of asking more about the job. However before you can do that , Miranda cuts you off.

"It's getting late , we will talk more tomorrow during your interview"

"My interview?" - you question , tilting your head to the side. You didn't know there is going to be an interview, you thought the job was yours already! You haven't prepared yourself for anything like this. What if she asks you questions you're not ready or simply don't have the knowledge to answer?

Seeing you panic amuses her and she gives you another smile.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-five" - her question confuses you even more but to your suprise she looks pleased.

"So young..." - she whispers, her fingers now playing with the lighter, making the fire appear and disappeared in short, rapid seconds - "i assume you don't have children, correct?"

"No , I don't...but what does it mat-"

"Then I won't expect you to understand how careful i am when it comes to my daughter, accepting you into my house is me pitying you" - she places the lighter on the table and crosses her legs as she turns her full attention to you - "but if you wish to stay, i must be certain i can trust you"

"I think i understand... you have your reasons"

"Very good" - she stands up and you immediately follow her gesture , Miranda then points at the staircase - "your room it's upstairs, the only open door, you'll easily find it."

She walks away from you faster than you can process. When she's almost in the room next to the one you're currently in , you decide to speak.

"Goodnight, Miranda"

That makes her stop , and she turns to look at you while you begin to walk up the stairs.

"Sleep well" - is all she says , before her fingers press the light switch and she allows the darkness of the mansion to consume her.

***

As said there is only one room with an open door at one of the corridors upstairs. The upper part of the house is a little bit more warm and you walk slowly to your room, careful not to trip and fall down since the absence of light still remains and you can barely see a thing.

You press your shoulder to the door frame while your hand roams along the wall in search for a light switch. When you finally find it and press the room lights up and you smile. But then you look up and almost fall backwards.

In the middle of the room stands a little girl, motionless and staring right at you. Dressed all in black, she looks as if she's blending into the night without a care. The fingers of her left hand twitch and she blinks , covering her emerald colour eyes.

You shake your head and move forward. You got scared of a child, just a child. The girl's eyes follow your strictly from when you were at the door till now , as you're right in front of her. Your knees bend so you can be at the same eye level as her.

"Hey sweetie, you are Miranda's daughter, right?" - you try to be as polite as possible, all while giving her a wide smile. Get the kid to like you and the mother will love you.

"Her second, yes" - the girl moves to a side and begins to circle around you, and your mind is occupied by what she just said , plus the awful squeaking of the wooden door.

"Second?" - you ask with a hint of unsurenes, your eyes try to follow the black spot the girl is becoming as she moves faster around you. For a moment you loose her , as you begin to quickly look around for her the door slams closed and you jump , the unexpected noise scares you so much you almost scream.

"Don't you think it's weird?" - her voice echoes behind you and you turn to find emptiness, your head rapidly spins around, trying hard to spot the little girl - "so much money just to take care of a single child? What's the catch?"

"What is it?" - you repeat after her , unfocused and nervous.

"Sweet little Eva is the bait" - the voice sounds so clear behind you , it makes you immediately turn back to finally be face to face with the girl. She then points at herself - "but I'm the catch , and i get to choose."

"What...what do you mean, who are you?" - you pour the questions out while grabbing your forehead , your head felling a little dizzy.

"I told you, I'm Miranda's daughter...at least that is what she says" - she whispers the last part , then takes a few steps to the bed and sits down , a smile appears on her face as she presents herself - "but if you wish to know my name - It's Eveline."

"So... your mother lies about only having one child, ..why?" - your head feels better now , and you blame it on the shock this girl managed to do to you in just a few minutes.

"It's easier to find someone who'd like to take the job...and i guess I'm difficult" - she lowers her head and begins to play with her fingers - "but it's okay because mother allows me to choose...if you'll get this job or not"

"What? What about the interview?"

"She'll only listen to my opinion, amuse me and the money you so desperately need is yours , disappoint me and you're out of here" - Eveline smiles , even though she looks no more than ten years old she talks like an adult.

"Okay... what's ...your favourite colour..?" - you raise your shoulders in unsurenes as she rolls her eyes at you.

"Don't be silly, I'm not in the mood to play twenty questions with you"

You raise your hands in the air and walk back.

"Look, i don't know what exactly you want from me but I-"

"Do you have any siblings?" - Eveline interrupts you , her face covored in curiosity. As you observe her visage closely you note how she doesn't look like Miranda at all.

"I don't, but I'm good with kids , i assure you"

Eveline hums in approval, then she looks around the room , as if lost in thoughts. You cross your arms when her gaze falls upon you again.

"Are you in a relationship with someone?"

"I have a boyfriend, yes" - even though it's weird of her to ask you this , you decide not to question her. All you need to do is give her the answers she wants to hear and hope for her to whisper good things about you in Miranda's ear.

"And how long do you plan to stay here?"

"Till my father gets better, he's sick and needs help"

"He needs money" - Eveline smirks and maybe that gesture is the only thing that reminds you of Miranda in her.

"That's why I'm here , Eveline, i hope both you and your mother understand."

The little girl jumps off the bed and slowly walks to the door, before she can press the handle she turns to look at you.

"Your test is simple" - she whispers , and the corner of her lips curl up but his time her smile look genuine - "don't mention anything about me or this conversation until mother decides to present me personally to you."

"I understand"

Eveline opens the door and walks down the corridor, leaving you alone. Once you hear another door to open and close you shut and lock yours. Standing still in the middle of the room you realise your clothes are still soaked, and your suitcase is far away , in the car.

You curse, looking around the cozy looking room. Then you spot a pile of clothes on the bed. Your feet quickly guide you to it but you realise it's only a nightgown and a robe. Still... better than nothing.

You're glad you have your own bathroom. The warm water is like heaven on earth and the expensively smelling shampoos clean your body to perfection. You put the white nightgown on and waste no time to crawl under the covers.

A big part of you feels disappointment when you check your phone and see no new notifications. No news from the hospital, not a single call from your boyfriend, not even a message. You sigh and turn off your phone. He promised he would find time to call you today, he promised. You close your eyes and soon fall asleep.

Your last thought is how strange this mansion is, along with the family that lives there. maybe the man from the gas station was right, you should have escaped while you had time.

Now you're left to wonder if you too will end up like the innocent deer.

MOTHER MIRANDA pachislot BIOHAZARD village, 2023

The gayness continues! 🙏🏻🔥

power

WHAT IF:

When you tell Miranda about the rumours in resident lover, instead of reacting the way she did , she just decides to risk it all by trapping you on her desk and kissing you like she's starving for you.

"This is not going to help the rumours at all"

"No. But it will help me"