Headmistress Miranda (Resident Lover) Headcanons:

Headmistress Miranda (Resident Lover) Headcanons:

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"You held on tight to me, cuz nothing's as it seems- Spinning out of control."

Summary: Headcanons for Miranda's route.

Warnings: Minor Angst

Genre: Fluff, Minor Angst

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Miranda can't bring herself to deviate from recipe measurements when cooking.

Because of this, her and MC's Filipino ass cannot work together in a kitchen to save their lives.

As Filipino cooking is literally eyeballing all of the ingredients.

Cornelius "Walks" MC to their classes since for the sake of Professionalism, Miranda cannot.

He tails them, flying just far enough behind and waiting for them to leave the building before following them to the next one.

Miranda holds MC's bag for them whenever they go out.

You're left flabbergasted when the weight on an arm suddenly disappears, you look to your side to find that Miranda has it in her hands instead.

She immediately moves it out of your reach when you try to take it back, her chin held high with a scowl on her lips.

"I will not have you tiring yourself out for needless reasons."

"It's not that heavy! Don't worry about it, besides I'm used to carrying my things around anyways!"

"It's heavy because I say it's heavy."

The two of you stop on the sidewalk, Miranda stares you down with a raised eyebrow as if challenging you to try and argue with her when her mind is made up.

"... I'm not winning this, am I?"

Miranda only smirks at you before continuing back down on the path.

In a world of boys, Miranda's a classy gentleman.

At some point during their time spent working together, she started to bring in packed lunches that are already on her's and MC's respective tables when they come in with the coffee.

MC once asked Miranda why she orders nothing when she leaves the office with them for lunch.

All it took was telling her that they'd appreciate it if she ate meals with them

Miranda had started eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner with them after that day. Regardless of the fact that she doesn't need food like she once did in her mortal life.

The food on their tables never show up twice unless MC asks for a specific dish to be repeated.

The jewelry she gets MC always has some sort of ode to their past lives' promises to one another.

Miranda knows that they may never remember everything.

But she remembers, and that's somewhat enough for her.

Although she cannot deny the subtle irritation the rises within her whenever she inquiries about a certain moment shared together. Only for confused eyes to meet hers.

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. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere rich girl ] ˎˊ˗

a yandere rich girl and her darling~

this was technically not the second highest voted character, so she should be after the jock, but my best friends birthday was this week so this is her slightly late birthday present. (also lesbian anon i hope you enjoy!!)

this part is sfw but i already have an nsfw part 2 planned lmao

gn reader x female yandere 💕

tws: general yandere behavior, obsessive thoughts

minors dni 🎀 18+ only

💌 ava lawrence, daughter and heiress to an old money family fortune, literally had everything at her fingertips. heaps of money, influence, fame, people falling all over her; she was the most popular girl in school, and that didn't stop when she graduated.

💌 because of her upbringing, she's always had possessive tendencies, border-lining the delusional. no one ever tells her 'no,' and she gets what she wants, when she wants it.

💌 she meets you at a completely random fundraiser event, which is largely open to the public– if they pay a small fee. it's for some gallery or museum; she honestly doesn't really care that much. showing up to the gala makes her look good, makes her family look good, and it's an excuse to drink and eat for free and get all dressed up... so she's there.

💌 what she does care about is not being seen alone, and her 'date' is a total no-show. bad for the public image, you understand. so she swoops in on some random person, you, and begins to chat you up. asking your name, who you know there or why you came to the event, complimenting your outfit and hair, offering to walk around with you.

💌 except her offering comes in the form of looping her arm through yours and telling you to 'take a look around' with her, and then she's walking before you even answer, pulling you along. she stops a waitress and picks up two glasses of champagne, shoving on in your hand as she keeps talking.

💌 the interesting part comes when she briefly mentions her family, and you look at her confused, asking who they are for clarification. it hits her then– you have no idea who she is. you're not a socialite like her.

💌 it's a strange thrill to know you went along with her, kept talking to her, simply because you wanted to– not because you felt a social obligation to follow a pretty socialite around. maybe there was an element of simple politeness involved, but it was different like this. you liked her, liked talking to her. and she liked talking to you, too.

💌 immediately she waved your question off like it wasn't important and began asking more about you instead. she wanted to know so much, which (as she realized somewhere in the back of her head) was completely unlike her. but that didn't stop her from asking, studying you almost like a scientist in a lab.

💌 it was such a rare opportunity that she had such a long conversation with someone who didn't know her, and wasn't innately trying to please her or get in her family's good graces. you even actively disagreed with her about the decor choices when she politely mentioned how pretty the ostentatious banners and table centers were. it was amazing.

💌 despite ava being notorious for getting bored and dumping people hardly a few minutes into conversation, she kept you sitting at a table with her for hours– and all the while, obsession was creeping up on her. she didn't want to let you get away, not when this was the most amazing, normal conversation she had ever had.

💌 not to mention that she was just noticing how attractive you were, how truly good you looked in your fancy outfit, how good it felt to make you laugh... it was like your name, and the sound of her name rolling off your tongue, were the only sounds left in her head. you were echoing around every thought she had.

💌 despite being a huge social drinker, she hadn't even touched her champagne for the last hour and a half, too enthralled with everything you had to say. and she had begun waving other people away, refusing to speak to people who knew her or her family, something she had never done– all in the name of keeping her focus on you. she couldn't let them interrupt and spoil everything!

💌 she worked social media subtly into the conversation. when this night was over (and god did she not want it to be over!) she knew she would have to find a way to see you again. there was no question about it. she got your name, you instagram handle, your twitter, whatever she could get from you, storing it in the forefront of her mind. she would never forget them. (later that night, she would scour every inch of your online presence, starving for more of you).

💌 as the night wore on, she would find herself getting touchier with you than she normally would be. a hand on your arm as you spoke, scooting her chair closer to yours so her knee brushed against yours, reaching out to fix the way your clothes were laying. it was like a zing of electricity shooting up her fingers every time she touched you, and she couldn't get enough of it.

💌 your skin was so soft under her fingers, so perfect. she wanted to feel so much more of you, slide her hands under your clothes, feel every inch. when someone else walked past you and placed their hand politely on your shoulder, she wanted to rip their fingers off. she wanted to scream every time you looked away from her, every time you smiled at someone else. pay attention to her, only her! she's the only one special enough for you!

💌 it was getting late and the gala was beginning to empty out; everyone was on their way home, or out to a private afterparty. ava, who had planned to leave hours ago, barely even noticed, devouring the attention you were giving her. the world had closed in until it was just you and her, and she found that the prospect of that changing nearly suffocated her with anxiety.

💌 she leaned in close, pretty, dazzling smile on her perfectly glossed lips, placing a hand over yours. "want to head out for a nightcap? i know the best place."

💌 something a little wild in her eyes told you not to say no; or maybe it was the way she grasped your hand, like she wouldn't let go if you tried to pull away. either way, you nodded your head, starstruck by her beautiful, glittering smile.

💌 her plans were set. she would get you alone, a private room in a private club. she would do whatever she had to do to convince you meeting her was your destiny. she would make sure her name was as stuck in your head as yours was in hers; she didn't care how much money she would have to spend for it, how long it would take. you would be hers.

💌 and once her perfectly manicure claws were sunk into you, she would never let you go.

💌 after all, ava lawrence gets what she wants. and right now, her gaze is set on you, darling.

xoxo mazzy @ darling--core 🎀

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I am Thinking about oviposition with the Dragon!women and 🫨😮‍💨

Maybe you decide to purchase a new perfume that has an ingredient that drives dragons crazy, leaving them to struggle to not jump you the second they see you. Especially if your perfume make you smell like you’re in a heat of sorts, practically begging them to fill you with heirs ♥️♥️

*narrows eyes at the mention of perfume*

I hope this isn’t a reference to my perfume story, but anywho…

I imagine the scent has a similar effect like catnip for cats (except…it’s for dragons) and once the dragon women catch whiff of that scent on you, their pupils would enlarge in a way that shows they are entranced, before rushing over to you to pin you down and breed you as theirs…

They’d eagerly scramble over to mount you and it’s like you’ve pushed them into their rut cycle all over again. (Probably because you did) so now you’re trapped under your dragon wife’s grasp while she pounds into you to ensure that you’re filled nice and pretty for her babies 💕

P.S: Imagine the scent is Fairytale…

YAN GIRLFRIEND I REPEAT YAN GIRLFRIEND.!

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✎ yandere! girlfriend headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, possessiveness, violence etc.

(fem! reader x female yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! girlfriend who is so in love with you that some would call her love obsession. she doesn't care what others call it though, you love her and she loves you. that's all that matters.

✎ yandere! girlfriend who loves how caring you are! patching her up after she got into a fight with some guy that was oogling your body <3 you're so adorable! her cute and pretty sweetheart :( <3

✎ yandere! girlfriend who isn't anything special but will do anything for you. sure she isn't super smart or super rich but her love for you knows no bounds and that's why you love her ♡

✎ yandere! girlfriend who absolutely adores how you don't mind her violent and obsessive tendencies. can someone get even more perfect??

✎ yandere! girlfriend who loves to mark you up. it helps to reassure her that you're only hers and it shows others that your taken. it's a win-win!

✎ yandere! girlfriend who gets extremely jealous whenever you give someone more attention than her. don't worry though, she'll go back to being normal if you kiss her <3

✎ yandere! girlfriend who's just a possessive and obsessive lover who's so utterly in love with you. and you love and accept her! it makes her heart so full and happy knowing you don't mind her tendencies :)

✎ "I'll put a ring on that finger of yours one day pretty girl. so stay with me, alright?"

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere cheerleader ] ˎˊ˗

.°୭̥ ˎˊ˗ a yandere cheerleader and her darling 💕 i sincerely hope she lived up to everyones hype despite her huge delay (sorry 😫). also a gentle reminder that i have pinterest boards for all my ocs, you can find maggie's here – 'the cheerleader.'

outcast gn!reader (w/ nondescript genitalia) x female yandere 💕 sfw in this one even tho i REALLY wanted to make it nsfw i just couldn't think of a good gn scenario 😔

tws/contents: general yandere behavior, obsession, mean girl behavior, suggestive content

💌 the yandere cheerleader, magnolia king, is the most popular girl on campus– ask anyone.

💌 anyone even remotely related to the sports circles know her. the faculty and staff know her. everyone knows that a party isn't a real party if magnolia isn't invited– or doesn't show up. she can make or break someone else's reputation with a snap of her fingers.

💌 maggie is a queen bee if ever there was one– and she's got the attitude to match. not always mean, per say, but she's no stranger to being an absolute bitch. sometimes its what you need to do to get by in life, after all– and she's more than willing to be mean to anyone who deserves it.

💌 (just ask the frat boy she outted for trying to spike a girls drink last summer; the mere mention of her name is enough to make him cry. not only did she blast him on social media, get him arrested, and get him kicked off campus and expelled, but his social presence is in shambles).

💌 she's hot, she's smart, she's athletic, she's confident, she's cunning, she's the head cheerleader, she's everything.

💌 specifically, she's everything you seem to lack. you aren't a total loser, but you're nowhere near maggie's level. you're unpopular, and you stick to yourself. you know her, but have no reason to think she even knows you exist.

💌 and that's where you'd be wrong. once, you nearly bumped into her in the library, and commented anxiously on how you liked her dress. a socially awkward moment for you, one you have all but forgotten... but for magnolia, it was so much more.

💌 it was a spark of some kind. you didn't fawn or gush over her, but were still so awkward and shy, hardly able to look her in the eye, despite how much she wanted you too. and then you scurried off so quickly, turning on your heel and practically running away. she was... intrigued.

💌 suddenly, it was like she was seeing you everywhere. you passed each other so often, went to the same coffee shop, had some of the same classes. how had she never noticed you before?

💌 you were an itch she couldn't quite scratch, a creeping obsession bubbling under the perfectly manicured facade that was magnolia king.

💌 and so you become her project. she's not quite sure where her obsession with you begins or ends, or why she feels such a pull to be around you, but... she's not one to deny herself of what she wants. and if she can cover up her true intentions by helping you along through a maggie-branded glow up, even better.

💌 and you make her feel things she's never felt before. it has to be something special. you say her name and she feels her heart thump in her chest, and her face go hot. she finds herself excusing herself to the bathroom to splash water in her face, leaning against the wall until the memory of your smile stops making her feel weak in the knees.

💌 if it didn't feel so nice, she would be so much more mad about it. don't you know she has a reputation to uphold, y/n?

💌 suddenly, she's everywhere you are. tracking you down and inviting you to sit with her at lunch, if you're in the same lunch hall. moving you to the desk or table next to hers in classes that you share. going out of her way to meet up and walk between classes or extra-curriculars.

💌 and heaven forbid she catches anyone being rude to you, let alone bullying you. if she catches you upset at all, she'll deal with you first, and them later. pulling you into the bathroom, muttering that she 'can't let you run around looking like that, with snot and tears all over yourself,' while she wipes away your tears and applies a concealer (in your shade, which she bought just for opportunities like this~) to your red, puffy eyes and smooths it so gently into your skin with her ring finger.

💌 it doesn't matter who it was that upset you. they could have been her closest friends or total strangers– she will have no mercy for them. it'll be like a mean girls x heathers crossover.!

💌 and thats only the beginning. before you know it, she's practically attached to your hip, always begging you to come to homework with her, to come get food with her, to come to a party with her.

💌 she invites you to everything she gets invited too, and suddenly, the fate of everyones parties rest on your shoulders instead of hers. if you don't feel like going? neither does she. she simply doesn't want to go without you.

💌 it ramps up a notch when she begins asking you for your opinion on her hair, her makeup, her clothing. you don't catch right away that it's flirty– at least, not until she begins insisting on putting on little fashion shows for you every time you accept an invite to her place.

💌 doesn't her filly new skirt match her hair bow so well? don't you like the charms in her new braids? doesn't her new, tight tank top look so pretty? don't you love this new shade of sparkly lip gloss? what about this sundress? do you want to see the matching set she's wearing underneath, too?

💌 you don't take the bait right away, too afraid to upset the balance of this new, delicate friendship– and it drives magnolia up the wall.

💌 can't you see how perfect you would be together? how powerful you could be together, the perfect couple? how much she has done for you, how much more she is willing to do? she loves you so much, but seriously, how can you be so dense? don't you want her? please say yes. she'll go insane if you say no.

💌 she begins inviting you to sleepovers at her place, without any of her other friends. before, she had been inviting you over with other people, ingratiating you into her circle, not wanting you to feel cornered. but now? she's over playing nice. if she has to ramp it up, she will. she needs you to notice her.

💌 if she has to strategically end up in your lap during a scary movie, or planting a lipstick kiss on your cheek when saying goodbye, or stroking her well manicured fingernails up and down your forearm when talking, or 'accidentally' flashing you when she bends over to pick something up, or even has to 'accidentally' cop a feel when she sneaks past you late at night in her kitchen....

💌 she'll do it. whatever she has to do to get you to notice her– and only her.

Yandere! Duchess x Fem! Reader.

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Note: Aside from Emilia, I want to make more Yandere's with strictly female darlings only, (Don't worry I'm also working on males too).

❦Contains: Yandere behavior.

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Yandere! Duchess who lives in the cold north and manages the border for monsters not to trespass into her territory.

Yandere! Duchess whose a pure noble from birth, raised with a diamond spoon in her mouth because her family has a large history with the empire as the sole protector of the empire.

Ever since she can remember, people from different families want to be apart of her family so they try to have their sons ask for her hand in marriage, but she is firm of not marrying any man in her life. Ever.

She met you during a ball hosted by the Imperial family, she was out in the terrace to try and catch some fresh air but those pesky men that follow her around like lost dogs.

He was another one trying to pursue her and take her authority as her husband, she clearly didn't want to have a husband, she worked very hard for her Duchess title, she had to manage the duchy on her own without help when her Father died. (Her Mother dead long before her Father's death.)

The Dukedom's Vassal's we're supportive, thankfully, and helped her with anything she needed.

So for this man to try and ask for her hand, wanting to take the position as Duke because he married into her family? The fucking audacity these people had to have.

Though his persuading was stopped when someone kicked him down, when she laid her eyes on you, it felt like her breath was caught in hert throat.

There you were, staring angrily at the man who laid on the floor.

"Are you alright, Duchess? "

"Of course I will marry you. "

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Hehe! I literally hot bored and pulled out a list of my characters on how I will be posting, so... Yandere! Duchess! We get enough of cold Duke's whatt about the women?? So I took matters into my own hands.

Part 2 coming soon!

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