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ctitan98official · 2 months

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Anonymous: sub Miranda priestly? 👀🙏❤

Fuck yeah! I’ve always had a head canon that she’s a sub. She’s just incredibly stressed and definitely needs to be taken care of. Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

You had been Miranda’s assistant for much longer than most. You attribute your staying power to the fact that you just don’t really care about wearing expensive clothing and the latest styles. You want to be true to yourself. You don’t care if you fit in with everyone else’s expectations. Of course you dress professionally, but you don’t go overboard. You’ve done your research and understand the business, however, you’re not getting discouraged and drained by it. You’re confident in yourself and don’t feel the need to put up a facade.

Sure. Nigel and Emily tease you. But slowly, they’ve come to accept you for who you are. You three often go out for drinks after work.

Miranda, however, has apparently not warmed up to you as much. (That’s actually not true, though. She’s just really good at hiding her attraction to you.) She still won’t call you by your actual name and sends you on ridiculous errands. But, she has also started asking for you to bring the book by the house. She only sends people she trusts with the book. You’re honored.

Today, Miranda is in a much worse mood than usual.

You, Emily, and Nigel are chatting and making each other laugh when Miranda arrives. She’s half an hour later than she typically is and that’s seemingly contributing to her frustration.

She storms in and flings her jacket on your desk, unintentionally knocking Nigel’s scalding hot cup of coffee all over the front of your shirt and in your lap.

If Miranda noticed what she did, she didn’t acknowledge it. She goes right into her office and closes the door.

You hiss in agony as you bite back some cuss words.

Nigel gasps and immediately grabs some tissues to try and soak up the spill on your desk. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks, horrified.

“Yeah, Nigel. I’m fine… But, I can’t walk around like this all day.” You say and grimace at your stained clothes. “What the hell am I going to do? I don’t have the time to run home and change.” You ask.

Nigel looks at Miranda’s closed office door. He can tell she’s going to be a while. He turns back and grins at you. “Where do you think you are, Y/N?” He says… And immediately decides to make you his next project.

Nigel gives you tons of clothes to try on. You tell him he’s going overboard, but he just glares at you and you shut up.

By the time you’re done, Nigel has picked out the perfect sleek suit for you to wear. He helps you style your hair and tells you to go look at yourself in the mirror.

“Wow… That’s me?” You ask in shock. You look like a completely different person.

Nigel nods with a pleased smile. “It’s certainly an improvement.” He says jokingly. “Keep up that usual confidence and people are going to think you own Runway.” He winks.

“Thanks, Nigel. I really appreciate it.” You tell him.

“Don’t thank me, I was just tired of seeing you dress like an accountant.” He says, crinkling his nose.

You roll your eyes and get back to the office. As you walk in, Emily almost spits out the tea she was drinking before she starts coughing violently.

You raise a perplexed eyebrow. Emily’s cheeks are burning. “What is it, Em?” You ask.

Emily composes herself and clears her throat. “So, you actually look decent for once. Hell must have just frozen over.” She says, trying to seem disinterested in how great you look in your new outfit.

“Haha, very funny.” You say and go to sit back at your desk.

Before long, you hear Miranda’s voice from her office. “Emily.” She says. You huff. She said it in the tone she uses when she means you.

You quickly get up and walk in with a notepad and pen. “Yes, Miranda?” You ask and look down at the paper to get ready to jot some stuff down.

Miranda doesn’t speak immediately.

The silence makes you look up at her in confusion.

Miranda’s face can’t hide the shock she clearly feels. Damn. You look really hot. She can’t help but wonder how much better it would look off of you, though… With your hands exploring her body… Shit! Pull yourself together, Miranda! She thinks harshly to herself and tries to snap out of the trance you’ve put her in.

She knows what a heartthrob you are (She’s not dumb), but this… This is just not fair to suddenly spring on her.

You clear your throat after Miranda’s been staring at you for a while.

The editor slightly shakes her head before her brain gets the message to start working once again. “Get Marc on the phone and make a reservation at that place I like. And Patricia needs to be picked up from the groomers.” She says in her calm, but demanding voice. Her momentary internal freak out has finally passed.

You nod. “I’m on it.” You say quickly and leave.

Miranda clenches her jaw. This is Nigel’s doing, she’s sure of it.

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The rest of the day goes by routinely. Impossible demands are met and you take great pleasure in your efficiency. Later on, Miranda leaves for the day and you finish up some work before going to take the book over.

You get to the townhouse and enter… However, there is an immediate and noticeable tension. Something is wrong. You hear a man’s furious voice and… Miranda’s. You can tell she’s trying to placate whoever she’s talking to, but the man’s voice only grows louder. You’ve never heard Miranda so… Shaken up. You look up at the stairway balcony and see two frightened little redheads peeking their faces out at you. They are silently pleading with you to do something.

Your vision goes red. You stomp up the stairway and make your way to the sound of Miranda’s voice. She sounds… Scared. You turn the corner and see a man, about Miranda’s age, yelling and berating her. You’re almost positive that this is her husband. You and Miranda’s eyes meet. She is so relieved to see you.

The man reaches out to grab Miranda’s arm roughly, but you immediately pull him back by his collar before he can lay his disgusting hand on her. You shove him hard up against the wall, seething. “Alright, you’re done, asshole! Let’s go!” You tell him and drag him harshly down the stairs with your arm tightly around his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?!” He shouts, grunting in pain from your iron grip.

“Your worst fucking nightmare if you continue to make bad choices.” You say darkly. “If I see you back here again we’re going to have a problem. Get it?” You ask and violently shove him down the townhouse’s front steps.

The man stumbles and trips over himself. He splutters as he gets up and looks at you stupidly.

“Beat it!” You yell at him.

The man sees the rage in your eyes and decides to get going. He’s not going to mess with you.

You watch as he leaves like a pathetic idiot. You make sure that he’s gone before closing the front door, locking it, and sighing. You turn around and see Miranda at the top of the stairs.

Her eyes are red from crying and she looks so… Vulnerable.

Cassidy and Caroline begin to sob as they hurry over to hug their mother.

“It’s okay, bobbseys. Mommy’s here.” She assures. Wow. Her voice is so soft and warm right now. You… Love the sound of it like this. It’s comforting.

You quietly make your way up the stairs. “Are you all okay?” You ask gently.

Miranda sees you approaching and begins bawling herself. She reaches out to pull you into a group hug with the girls. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you.” She says.

Your eyes grow wide. You’ve never heard her say thank you before. You enjoy the feeling of them all in your arms. You could certainly get used to this.

You four finally pull away from each other, but Cassidy immediately clings to your side. She feels safe with you. Not to be outdone, Caroline quickly grabs onto your other side. You look to Miranda in astonishment and she can’t help but chuckle tearily as she looks at the shock on your face.

“I would say that you have won these two over.” She says with a smile and looks at her precious daughters.

You decide that you rather like the idea of the girls approving of you.

Miranda leads you all to the girls’ bedroom and Caroline and Cassidy immediately hop in the same bed and cuddle with each other. Miranda tucks them in and sits on the edge next to them. “Now, bobbseys. I know that was very scary.” She says. “But Y/N protected us.” She says and looks at you in gratitude.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Caroline says.

“Yeah, thanks, Y/N!” Cassidy eagerly adds.

You blush intensely. “My pleasure.” You mumble out, embarrassed.

“Stephen will not be a problem any longer.” Miranda says, looking back at the girls. First thing in the morning, she’s filing divorce papers against that son of a bitch. A restraining order too.

“So, Stephen’s not going to live here anymore?” Caroline asks.

Miranda cups her face. “No, he won’t, bobbsey.” Miranda promises.

Caroline nods, feeling relieved.

“Now, would you like a song to help you fall asleep?” Miranda entices.

The girls eagerly nod.

Miranda turns to you and pats the bed next to her. You quickly take a seat and can feel her lightly leaning against you. She’s so warm. She gently holds your hand and squeezes it.

Miranda sings a beautiful Yiddish lullaby. You are once again falling in love with her voice. You could listen to it constantly.

The girls are soothed by their mother’s singing. They quickly fall asleep.

Miranda ends the song and kisses each daughter on the head before standing up and guiding you out of the room. She turns off the lights and closes the door.

Miranda grabs your hand and leads you to her bedroom. “Y/N, I… I can’t thank you enough.” Miranda says, breaking down once again.

You wrap her in a hug. “Hey, it’s all going to be okay.” You tell her and rub her back.

Miranda lets herself cry for a minute and you calmly whisper soft reassurances in her ear. You will never let anything harm her or the girls again. Something about your dynamic with them has completely changed. You will protect them with your life from here on out.

After Miranda has allowed herself some time to cry, she suddenly pulls back and looks at you closely.

You look back at her. “Miranda?” You ask.

“I… Feel safe… With you, Y/N.” Miranda reveals. She’s just pinpointed why she loves being around you. Every time at work when Miranda has forgotten something or made a tiny mistake, you swoop in and fix it… And now… This. You’re like her own personal superhero.

Miranda’s statement makes your heart rate pick up. You love that you make her feel secure.

“I think that… I haven’t felt truly safe and protected like this since I lost my father.” Miranda realizes and looks you in the eye. “I… Want you here with me, Y/N. Please, will you stay tonight?” She pleads.

You had no intentions of leaving anyway. You wanted to make sure Stephen was really gone. You smile. “Absolutely. I’ll go sleep on the couch.” You tell her. “Good night, Mi-”

“No!” Miranda all but shrieks.

Your posture becomes rigid. Miranda’s never raised her voice before. It’s quite startling. You turn to look at her but Miranda suddenly cups your face.

“Please… Stay in here with me.” She begs.

You can’t say no to her. You nod. “Okay.” You agree.

Then… Something happens that totally changes you for good. Miranda leans forward and places a gentle kiss to your lips. Your brain short-circuits for a second before you kiss her back. Her lips are so velvety. You need more.

Miranda moans softly and it’s the most tantalizing thing you’ve ever heard. She pulls away and looks critically at you. “Nigel knew what he was doing when he dressed you.” She says with a small smirk. “What an evil way to torture me all day.” She whispers.

You laugh and wink. “You can blame yourself for that. You spilled coffee all over me.” You tell her.

Miranda is mortified. She doesn’t remember that. “I… What?” She asks, confused.

“Forget it. I’ll tell you later.” You grin and start to trail kisses down to the base of her throat.

Miranda whines as she grips your hair, wanting you to keep going. You carefully pick her up and lie her on the bed before positioning yourself on top of her. “Let me take your shirt off, doll baby.” You tell her and begin unbuttoning her fancy blouse.

Miranda all but melts as she sees the feral look in your eyes. This is what she needs. To be taken care of and… Completely worshipped.

Note: Haha, so no smut, but the unexpected dom/sub dynamics were really fun to work with on a more emotional level. Depending on if y'all like this one, I may write some smut for it. Hope you enjoyed this!

Masterlist

#miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #dwp #miranda priestly x reader #devil wears prada #emily charlton #nigel kipling #caroline priestly #cassidy priestly #meryl streep #emily blunt #stanley tucci

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lilolilyr · 1 year

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Summary: Andy didn't quit in Paris, she still works as Miranda's assistant and has grown closer to the entire Priestly family. While Miranda is out of town on a work trip, it falls to her to take care of the twins, especially Caroline who needs some comfort.

2k, rated G, no warnings | read on Ao3

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thewalkingmeepa · 9 months

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#mirandy #miranda priestly #fanart #the devil wears prada #cassidy and caroline priestley #priestly twins #priestly girls #miranda being a mom #omg the fluff

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annyclare · 11 months

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How is no one talking about the meaning of the Priestly twins names?

Caroline ‘free woman’

Cassidy ‘clever one’

Miranda really said fuck the patriarchy 👁️👄👁️

#the devil wears prada #miranda priestly #caroline and cassidy #priestly twins #mirandy

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littlelordfuckler0y · 6 months

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enzo st. john x fem!reader Instagram au

hi anon if you’re seeing this I hope you like it :)

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yourusername mystic falls autumn how I missed you

@gilbertelenaaaa mystic falls missed you too

@yourusrname I didn’t go to war man I was just getting masters

@dam0nsalvat0re oh I heard the rat problem is back

@bonbonniie he literally crossed boxes in calendar each day till ‘y/n gets back’ btw ^^

@yourysrname HAHAHAHAHHA SOFTY ASS

@dam0nsalvat0re @bonbonniee you literally had no business making that public information

@stefaNN18 Welcome back y/n!! We missed you!! 🥰💕

@yourusrname the mom energy your texting style radiates💀

@itsenzo ah heard a lot about you love, welcome home or whatever

@carebear you return my mugs to me or I SWEAR there will be consequences

@yourusrname I’ll see YOU in court

gilberelenaaaa for future reference: don’t ask y/n to watch the stove

@gilberelenaaaa not even for two seconds

@bonbonniie that is some serious witchcraft wow

@yourusrname sorry for trying to be helpful

@1tsenzo nice try! never try again 👍

@yourusrname you literally eat burnt toast for breakfast

@1tsenzo it’s called English brown bread toast

@yourusrname you’re so cheap you’d probably eat anything

@1tsenzo anything…? When you put it like that I can certainly think of a few things I’d be interested in eating

@yourusrname what happened to shame?

@carebear EW HES SO GROSS

@stefaNN18 is everyone alright? xx

@gilberelenaaaa yeah dw we have had a fire extinguisher on stand by

1tsenzo hate this woman’s guts

@yourusrname I call it divine intuition

@1tsenzo we spent half an hour trying to get out of the herd???????? and I have goat piss all over me????????

@yourusrname and? and?

@bonbonniiee CUTIE

@1tsenzo thanks

@yourusrname it was directed to me

@1tsenzo on MY post? Not everything is about you love

@bonbonniie it was directed to her though

@yourusrname HAHAHAHAHHA SEE

@dam0nsalvat0re where are you two???

@1tsenzo idk I was just giving y/l/n a ride

@dam0nsalvat0re why?

@1tsenzo because she asked me to…?

@stefaNN18 since when do YOU do things for other people that aren’t a felony in some way voluntarily???

yourusername Caroline tells you to get the dress? You get the dress.

@bonbonniiee amen

@dam0nsalvat0re even if it’s matching with your grandma

@yourusrname SHUT THE FUCK UP

@dam0nsalvat0re can’t unsee it can you?

@stefaNN18 do not listen to Damon he doesn’t know what he’s talking about polka dots are sooooo back again

@dam0nsalvat0re okay Miranda Priestly

@1tsenzo wow.

@carebear ABSOLUTELY STUNNING

1tsenzo dress like your girlfriend day

@carebear LMAOOOO WHAT

@carebear You?? Don’t?? Have?? A?? Girlfriend??

@1tsenzo yet

@gilbertelanaaaa does he think he’s pulled off dressing like y/n

@yourusrname ????????????????????????

@1tsenzo you’re just jealous I wear polka dot better than you

@gilbertelenaaaa it’s so difficult to tell if he’s flirting with y/n or fighting with her

@1tsenzo a secret third thing

@yourusrname he’s being a bitch

@stefaNN18 delete

@dam0nsalvat0re have you by chance ever heard the term self respect?

@1tsenzo I couldn’t care less mate she is SO lovely I really don’t think much about much

@dam0nsalvat0re can y/n just go out with him at this point I feel nauseous

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None of the pictures are mine I save them from Pinterest

If people want I could do more parts of this (I am dying to) let me know if you’d like to be tagged and thanks you for the request!!!!!!!

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merylstreepsworld · 5 months

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Thanksgiving Preparations

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Fem! Reader

Summary: You are Miranda's wife, and it's your first Thanksgiving as a married couple. As the two of you navigate, the chaos of holiday preparations with Miranda's twin daughters, laughter, love, and playful banter ensue. Showcasing the beauty of unexpected connections and the joy found in the simplest moments.

Word count: 1,496

Authors Note: Turns out... I'm a sucker for holiday romances. I started out writing Christmas oneshots and imagines... but as I went to post one, I quickly realized it's too early for that. So, to fill my nagging itch for posting a holiday story... I decidedly set my mind on writing for Thanksgiving! So enough of my blabbing, I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! ♡

You stand side by side with Miranda Priestly in the spacious kitchen of your shared townhouse, the warm aroma of Thanksgiving filling the air. The gentle hum of laughter echoes as you and Miranda prepare a feast for the special day. Miranda, elegant as always, expertly handles the turkey while you focus on the side dishes.

As the two of you work in tandem, Miranda glances at you with a soft smile. "You know, darling, I never thought I'd find such joy in preparing a meal. Especially with you."

The twins, Caroline and Cassidy, burst into the kitchen, their excitement palpable. "Mom! Mama! Can we help?" they chorus, eyes sparkling.

You look at Miranda, who nods with a bemused smile. "Of course, my darlings. Your mama and I could use some skilled assistants."

The mention of "mama" and "mom" is a sweet reminder of the unique family dynamic you've all created. The girls, and now Miranda, referring to you as "mama," have seamlessly woven you into their lives. It's a title that carries love and acceptance, surpassing any conventional labels.

Caroline, always the more adventurous of the two, eagerly grabs a mixing bowl. "I call dibs on making mashed potatoes!"

Cassidy, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, reaches for the cranberries. "And I'll handle these. Watch out, world, Cassidy Priestly is a cranberry master!"

You share a knowing look with Miranda, appreciating the liveliness the twins bring to the kitchen. The banter flows seamlessly, filled with laughter and playful teasing. Miranda, usually composed, even allows herself to be the target of a well-placed joke.

"Mom, remember that time you tried to make stuffing and forgot the stuffing part?" Cassidy grins, stirring the cranberries.

Miranda raises an eyebrow, a rare amused expression on her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Caroline chimes in, "Oh, come on, Mom. The infamous 'bread casserole' incident? Classic."

You join the teasing, "Well, Miranda, I'm just glad you have me to save you from any future culinary mishaps."

Miranda smirks, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Indeed, I am truly fortunate."

Seeing the twins eager to help, you pause the bustling kitchen activity. "Alright, my little chefs, let's make sure we don't ruin those lovely outfits of yours." With a gentle smile, you reach for two aprons, each adorned with playful patterns.

Caroline and Cassidy giggle as you slip the aprons over their heads. "Now, my culinary wonders, you're officially ready for action."

The girls exchange excited glances, apron strings trailing behind them like little tails. They return to their tasks with renewed enthusiasm, focused on creating their culinary masterpieces.

Turning your attention to Miranda, you approach her with an apron in hand. "Even the queen of fashion needs a touch of practicality in the kitchen," you jest, a playful glint in your eyes.

As you position the apron over Miranda's head, she turns to face you, an eyebrow raised in amusement. Before she can say anything, you lean in, capturing her lips in a soft and tender kiss. The warmth of the moment lingers as you break the kiss, both of you sharing a knowing smile.

Miranda smirks, "I wasn't aware apron application involved such a delightful distraction."

You playfully respond, "Consider it my secret technique. Now, let me just tie this securely." Your hands deftly work to fasten the apron strings, the closeness between you and Miranda adding an extra layer of intimacy to the festive atmosphere.

With the apron securely tied, you give Miranda a gentle pat on the back. "There you go, ready to conquer the culinary world."

Miranda smirks again, a rare twinkle of playfulness in her eyes. "With you by my side, I believe I can handle anything, even in the kitchen."

With the heavenly aroma of the Thanksgiving feast now wafting from the oven, the twins, Caroline and Cassidy, abandon their kitchen duties with a burst of giggles. Aprons discarded on the floor like little breadcrumbs, they scamper off to enjoy their playtime.

Seizing the opportunity for a moment of tranquility, you and Miranda find yourselves alone in the kitchen, still clad in aprons. The air is filled with a quiet anticipation as the oven does its work.

Miranda turns to you, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Alone at last."

You share a knowing glance, and with a gentle touch, Miranda pulls you closer. The warmth of the aprons contrasts with the cool grace of the kitchen surroundings as you share a tender kiss.

As you hold each other, Miranda murmurs, "I am thankful for moments like these, away from the chaos, just you and me."

You reciprocate, "I feel the same, Miranda. Grateful for the life we're building together, especially moments like this."

The quietude of the kitchen allows for whispered confessions, and you take turns expressing your gratitude. Miranda's eyes soften as she admits, "I never thought I'd have a family like this. Your love has brought something extraordinary into my life."

You respond with heartfelt sincerity, "And I'm thankful for the laughter, the warmth, and the love we share. It's more than I could have ever dreamed."

The sound of muffled laughter from the twins playing in the next room adds a joyful background melody to your intimate moment. Miranda's fingers trace circles on the fabric of your apron as she leans in to whisper, "They truly adore you, you know. It's evident in every 'mama' they say."

You smile, the warmth of her words settling in your heart. "And I adore them. I never knew family could feel like this."

Miranda tilts her head, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Nor did I. You've brought a kind of love into our lives that I didn't think possible."

As the timer on the oven ticks away, the two of you linger in the kitchen, enjoying the rare solitude. The scent of the roasting turkey and the simmering side dishes becomes a backdrop to your whispered conversation.

"I'm thankful for you, Miranda, for the unexpected joy you've given me," you confess, your voice carrying the weight of sincere appreciation.

Miranda's gaze softens, and she responds, "And I, in turn, am thankful for your unwavering support, for the love that has made my world richer than I could have imagined."

The twins' laughter grows louder, a testament to the happiness that fills the home you've created together. Miranda places a gentle kiss on your forehead, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that transcends titles and roles.

As the oven continues to work its magic, you and Miranda stand in the kitchen, wrapped in each other's arms and aprons, grateful for the love that has blended your lives into a beautiful tapestry of shared moments and genuine affection.

As you make a move to join the twins, Miranda surprises you by smoothly backing you against the counter, a playful glint in her eyes. "Leaving so soon?" she quips, her tone filled with mock disappointment.

You chuckle, unable to resist her charm. "Well, someone has to supervise the post-cooking activities. Can't let the kitchen turn into a battlefield."

Miranda smirks, her fingers tracing light patterns on the countertop. "Supervision is overrated, darling. I much prefer a bit of chaos."

You play along, raising an eyebrow. "And here I thought you thrived on control. Are you admitting to a love for chaos?"

Her lips curve into a sly smile. "Only when it involves you, my dear."

You laugh, teasingly responding, "Smooth as always, Miranda. I should have known you'd have a plan to keep me right where you want me."

Miranda leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "Oh, you have no idea how much I enjoy having you right where I want you."

The banter between you takes on a loving and playful rhythm, each remark laced with affection. As Miranda continues to playfully corner you against the counter, you can't help but marvel at the unexpected and delightful turns your day has taken.

"So, do you have any more smooth moves up your sleeve, or is this the grand finale?" you quip, your tone filled with a playful challenge.

Miranda smirks, leaning back slightly. "Darling, with you, every moment is a grand finale."

Your laughter fills the kitchen, blending with the sounds of the twins' joyous play in the background. The playful banter between you and Miranda weaves a thread of intimacy that adds a layer of sweetness to the Thanksgiving celebration. As the banter continues, you realize that in this unscripted dance of words and affections, you've found a home within the heart of your uniquely loving family.

As the playful banter subsides, you find comfort in the warmth of each other's presence. The kitchen, once a hub of activity, now holds the quiet promise of shared moments and the enduring bond you've created. Hand in hand, you leave the playful banter behind, ready to join the twins and savor the Thanksgiving feast that awaits.

#meryl streep #merylstreep #meryl streep x reader #miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #miranda priestly x reader

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honey-flwrs · 1 year

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Draw Caroline in something Miranda Priestly wore in the Devil Wears Prada

ive never watched the movie so i hope this is the person you’re talking about (ノ_＜)

also sorry for the long wait anon!! i forgot about this req for a bit

#portal #portal 2 #caroline portal

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scarlet-heels · 8 months

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This time last month, Andy would never have thought that she’d be here in Miranda’s house in the Hampton's. She certainly would never have expected to be sleeping in the same bed as the beautiful editor during a long weekend trip with the three Priestly ladies. Yet, here she is, here they are, and the new but completely intoxicating relationship they have formed warms Andy thoroughly.

Late in the afternoon and in search of her lover, Andy stumbles into the music room to find the twins practicing; Cassidy on the cello, Caroline the viola. Andy leans against the doorframe and crosses her arms across her chest, a smile playing on her lips as she watches Miranda being tutor and conductor while offering gentle encouragement.

Andy, knowing the twins also play piano, is amazed that two youngsters can play multiple instruments. The twins notice her in the doorway and excitedly tell her to come in to explore their music room.

Spying a beautiful Stradivarius violin in a blue velvet lined case, Andy exclaims, “what? You guys play violin too?!”

The twins chuckle. “No, of course not! That’s Mom’s violin!” Cassidy tells her.

Andy turns astonished to Miranda, who wears a cool yet slightly amused expression. “You play the violin?” she asks in amazement.

(I mean, *of course* Miranda plays the violin! Why the hell wouldn’t she excel at absolutely everything?!)

Miranda dips her head in the affirmative, not wholly reluctantly, a spark of excitement flowing through her at the prospect of showing off yet another talent she has to her Andrea.

“Yeah!” Caroline exclaims. “She’s amazing! You should hear her play!”

(A beat)

“Oh!!!!” Cassidy adds excitedly. “You should totally hear her play!!!”

Miranda, starting to look unsure tries to shush the girls as Andy’s smile widens. “I would love to hear you play!”

The twins practically vibrate with excitement. “Mom!! Please??? We’ll play together! We’ll even play your favourite!!!”

“Fine.” She says with a faux eye roll and a sigh. She takes her place in front of the girls who sit patiently with their instruments at the ready.

“Cassidy to start.”

At Caroline’s nod of approval Miranda says “very well. And 1…2… “

Andy watches mesmerised as Cassidy begins the piece, her eyes watching the rise and fall of her mothers hand keeping the beat. As the music plays, Cassidy takes the lead, playing expertly, her sister providing an accompanying percussion. Andy watches as Miranda lifts the violin gracefully (so gracefully!!) and strings out a gentle background melody.

As the music progresses, the violin solo kicks in and Andy is utterly spellbound as Miranda plays beautifully, herself captivated and fully emerged in the graceful movements of the bow and the sound it emits. Miranda is lost in her own little world, her girls now playing a backdrop of percussion for her, Andy wide-eyed and certain this one of the most beautiful things she has ever seen.

Cassidy and Caroline glance at each other and grin conspiratorially; they know their mother is exquisite, and they know Andrea is smitten.

Later, when the girls are in bed and Andrea and Miranda are finally alone, Andrea takes a tentative step towards Miranda. “You really do play beautifully, Miranda.”

A genuine smile, and an uncharacteristic bashful dip of the head prompts Andy to take Miranda’s face gently in her hands and plant a soft kiss to her lips.

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#miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #mirandy #meryl streep #andrea sachs #anne hathaway #devil wears prada #music fic #ficlets #Youtube

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mirandyficlists · 7 months

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Hiii. Any fics where Miranda is the head of some criminal organization?

Hey Nonnie

There are a couple where she's an assassin and one where she runs a number of HitWomen through Runway. Anywho, maybe these will suit your need,

Mafia and or Criminal Mirandy fics

By the River Piedra by https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/2483094.html

Gangster Runway series by Dragonposeidon https://archiveofourown.org/series/1541386

Indelible by sparkle-pixie https://archiveofourown.org/works/36012124/chapters/89771323

She’s My Future Favorite by 21FalloutdaysatthechemicalDisco https://archiveofourown.org/works/46961347/chapters/118299748

Thieves by perfectfingers1 (unfin) https://perfectfingers1.livejournal.com/1621.html

Assassin/Spy Mirandy

A Kingdom Big Enough for Two by Fangirlingacrosstheuniverse https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Miranda%20Priestly*s*Andrea%20Sachs/works?page=4

Assassin by LiteraryAssassin https://archiveofourown.org/works/13266918/chapters/30353787

Assassin’s Lesson by Punky96 (Andy/Emiiy) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14897973

But Then I’d Have to Kill You by Priestlys https://archiveofourown.org/works/15745926/chapters/36614652

Caroline’s Request by Ginstan https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13124987/1/Caroline-s-Request

Hijink by randomflores https://archiveofourown.org/works/427379/chapters/718784

Intuitive by blackgrl171 https://archiveofourown.org/works/191103/chapters/281460

Moth to the Flame by Punky96 https://archiveofourown.org/works/15248706

Mrs and Mrs Priestly by pandora007 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6431258/1/Mrs-and-Mrs-Priestly

Snakes in Manhattan by helebette http://helebette.livejournal.com/6294.html#cutid1

The Girl With the Sugar Pills by Return009 https://archiveofourown.org/works/23989393/chapters/57706141

The Not So Reluctant Assassin by icequeen1955 http://icequeen1955.livejournal.com/To Die For by grrriliketigers https://archiveofourown.org/works/746710/chapters/1392348

Hostage, Kidnap and or Gun Toting Mirandy fics

72 and Counting by thelastgoodname https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4782087/1/72_Days_and_Counting

A Million Girls by Piscaria https://archiveofourown.org/works/21622

A Real Nightmare by Curvypragmatist Account deleted - I have the fic though.

After Paris by Gun Brooke https://archiveofourown.org/works/11065347/chapters/24674847

Bodyguard by The Raven http://www.ralst.com/Bodyguard.HTM

Can’t We Just Fall by Bast-Sloan https://archiveofourown.org/works/23426995/chapters/56148409

Don’t Stop Believing by GT22 http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1252572.html

Firebreather by Beachbum http://beachbum3668.tripod.com/foxfireandmoonlight/firebreather.html

Hijink by mistes-flores/random-flores https://archiveofourown.org/works/427379/chapters/718784

I Will Find You by CaptainRaydorxxxhttp://archiveofourown.org/works/374072/chapters/610031

It’s All Relative by Hawkbehere http://archiveofourown.org/works/5884348/chapters/13561771

Jigsaw (Twins kidnapped) by Beachbum http://beachbum3668.tripod.com/foxfireandmoonlight/jigmain.html

Kidnapped by Tendara https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7324388/1/Kidnapped

Kidnapping Gone Awry by leppeh https://archiveofourown.org/works/32809939

Light Up by Chillyflame https://archiveofourown.org/works/1061099/chapters/2127279

Like Andrea by Ginstan http://ralst.com/LikeAndrea.HTM

Like Life by Ginstan http://ralst.com/LikeLife1.HTM

Lost, Left Behind and Found Again by Mihele binge http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/2009/12/20/

Red as Blood White as Snow by Writtensword Currently not available but I have the fic and can send it to you.

Second Chance (Twins kidnapped)by mxrolkr http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1256762.html#cutid1

She’s Gone Again by icequeen1955 http://icequeen1955.livejournal.com/9150.html

Something’s Wrong by AlextoyourOlivia https://archiveofourown.org/works/28485285/chapters/69798240

The Black Dragon by Canonball312 http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/99955.html#cutid1

The Disappearance of Andrea by Gun Brooke http://archiveofourown.org/works/7307842/chapters/16597441

Unlikely Heroine by In-Betweens https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4479978/1/Unlikely_Heroine

When the Night Falls on You (Hostage) by Fewthistle http://ralst.com/WhenNightFalls.HTM

Who’s Zoomin Who? By Pantone https://archiveofourown.org/series/594904

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[texting] Cassidy: Time sensitive question: how to flirt with a boy? Andy: Throw rocks at him. Caroline: Hot dog. Miranda: Kill him. Cassidy: Thanks guys.

#the devil wears prada #incorrect quotes #incorrect dwp quotes #cassidy priestly #andy sachs #caroline priestly #miranda priestly #source: tumblr

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Anonymous: I just rewatched the devil wears prada, and can't stop thinking about reader hanging out with the twins helping them with homework or something when one of them asks reader when their gonna marry Miranda. Which catches reader off guard so the twins say because they're the happiest with them compered to Miranda's previous marriages, while their talk she comes home and smiles to herself that the twins approve highly of reader. Do you think she would bring this up to reader or would she keep it to herself for later? Btw I love your works and I hope you have a great day :) aslo sorry if it's a long ask I just had this bubbling in my brain after watching

Cute T^T I could go for some Miranda right about now XD Let’s get into it!

The sun was slowly setting over the bustling streets of New York City as you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table of Miranda’s elegant townhome. The twins were engrossed in their homework as they rapidly fired questions at you.

“Y/N, what’s the area of this triangle?” Caroline asked eagerly, pointing to a diagram in her math textbook.

You smiled, leaning closer to inspect the problem. “Let’s see. Well, to find the area of a triangle, you need to multiply the base by the height and divide it by two.”

As you explained the concept, your mind began to drift. You couldn’t believe how close you were with the girls now. They were hellbent on getting you fired when you first started working for Miranda… But, it had been almost a year now and the two have come to adore you. You and Miranda have grown inseparable also. You two have been dating seriously for the past few months and you’ve never been happier. It feels like everything in your life is falling into place finally.

Lost in your thoughts, you were taken aback when Cassidy suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence. “Hey, Y/N, when are you gonna marry our mom?”

You shot up ramrod straight, your heart skipping a beat and face flushing violently. You looked at the twins with wide eyes, unable to comprehend the question. “What?! Where’d that come from?!” You panic, trying not to look like an idiot… But failing.

Caroline and Cassidy exchanged a mischievous glance, as if they had been expecting this type of reaction out of you.

Caroline spoke with an air of confidence, “Well, it’s just that Mom’s been married twice before and she didn’t seem very happy. But when you’re around, she smiles more and she’s a lot calmer. Maybe you could be the one for her,” She explains, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Your mind was racing, trying to process the implications of the twins’ words. Did Miranda truly feel that way? Was she happier with you than anyone she had ever been with? Or was this simply a product of childhood innocence and wishful thinking?

However, before you could collect your thoughts, Miranda’s elegant figure appeared in the doorway.

Oh, shit. Did she hear any of that?

Miranda stood there for a moment, observing you and the twins with a soft, loving smile on her face.

“Well, well, what a lovely surprise, darling,” Miranda said to you, her voice filled with warmth and genuine affection. “I didn’t expect you to be home yet.”

You cleared your throat nervously. “U-uh! Yeah! Yeah, Nigel got the final print ready and I brought it home so you could take a look,” You stammered.

Miranda thinks you look so cute when you’re flustered like this. She grins softly. “Thank you, my love,” She tells you. “How is the homework coming along, you three?” She asks, addressing all of you.

Caroline and Cassidy jumped up from their seats, eager to show their progress to their mother.

As she approached the kitchen table, Miranda’s eyes briefly caught yours, a glimmer of understanding passing between you.

Fuck. You could sense that she had indeed overheard the earlier conversation between you and the twins. You hope she isn’t freaked out or anything.

As usual, though, Miranda’s tells are not obvious. Great. Now you’re going to be stressing all night about what she’s thinking.

Miranda easily guided the conversation towards the schoolwork, taking note of the twins’ achievements and offering her support and praise. She was proud of their work, but her gaze kept returning to you, more so than usual.

As the evening progressed, you couldn’t help but wonder if Miranda would ever bring up the twins’ words. If she would even acknowledge that she overheard what you three were talking about. You are deeply in love with this woman. So… Honestly, yes. You have thought about proposing to her. Multiple times… Before you chicken out. You try to remain neutral for now. You can’t show your cards. You have to see what Miranda will say first.

There were moments tonight when it seemed as though Miranda was on the brink of broaching the subject. Her eyes lingering on yours a little longer, her smile a touch more tender.

However, the night wore on, you began to fear that Miranda would keep her thoughts to herself for a later time. Perhaps she wanted to give you both space to process the unexpected revelation, to let your emotions settle before addressing the complexities of your relationship.

Eventually, bedtime arrived. Miranda helped the girls get ready and cleaned up and you tucked them into their beds.

As you followed Miranda out and began to turn off the lights, Caroline suddenly looked up at you with a soft smile. “Hey, Y/N. Can you come here for a second?” She whispered conspiratorially.

You quirked an eyebrow in confusion. “Okay,” You said with a grin. “One sec, babe,” You told Miranda. She nodded with a smile and waited just outside the bedroom door.

You walked over to Caroline’s bed. “What’s up, bud?” You asked.

“Y/N, even if you don’t marry our mom, we’ll always love you,” She said quietly. She turned and looked at Cassidy, silently asking if she agreed.

Cassidy nodded rapidly. “Yeah! We love you, Y/N!” She said excitedly.

You felt a lump forming in your throat, overwhelmed by the depth of the girls’ feelings. “Thanks, you two. That means a lot to me. I love you both too,” You say and give them each a kiss on the forehead.

As you made your way out and closed the twins’ bedroom door, Miranda was still in the hallway, her expression now unreadable. She wordlessly took your hand and led you to her room.

“I heard what the girls said earlier,” Miranda told you, her voice filled with a mixture of raw emotion and uncertainty. “And, while you may not have an answer for them right now, I want you to know that I cherish what we have,” She smiled softly. “I’m glad they can see what I see. You are a wonderful person, darling and I love you so much.”

Your heart swelled with happiness, understanding the weight behind Miranda’s words. You leaned in and gave her a kiss, savoring the beautiful woman in front of you.

The path ahead might be uncertain, but the bond you shared with Miranda and the girls was undeniably special. And for the time being, that was enough – A cherished family in the making, filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a future where anything was possible.

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