#meryl christmas

[merylstreepingx]

[isabelle-bt]

Something for the season! Complete with a tiny David's star earring on Andy as a nod tp the fact that they're both Jewish in the book

[c-hrona]

milly x Meryl mistletoe kiss 4 except Meryl is kissing a super blushed milly

:3c (requests closed)

[radiomomo]

A Christmas carol au

[merylstreepsworld]

Christmas Traditions

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Fem!reader

Summary: You visit the Priestly residence for an exciting Christmas eve! Exchanging presents, laughter... and even a kiss.

Word count: 1,400+

The night unfolded like a scene from a sophisticated holiday tale, with the streets of New York City cloaked in a gentle snowfall as you arrived at Miranda's exquisitely adorned townhouse. The festive atmosphere was palpable, emphasized by Miranda herself, resplendent in a red velvet dress, opening the door with her twin daughters, Caroline and Cassidy, flanking her.

Miranda's voice carried a note of playful sarcasm as she greeted you, "Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. You're not fashionably late for once."

Your laughter echoed through the entrance as you replied, "Had to make an exception for Christmas Eve, Miranda. Your place looks stunning, by the way."

The twins, overflowing with excitement, rushed forward to envelop you in a hug, their infectious enthusiasm setting the tone for the evening.

"Yay, you're here! We've been waiting!" Caroline exclaimed, her joy contagious.

"We made you something special for Christmas!" Cassidy added with a wide grin.

Your smile remained steadfast as you responded, "I can't wait to see it. And Miranda, you look absolutely stunning in that dress."

The red velvet dress clung to Miranda's silhouette with a luxurious embrace, its plush fabric accentuating the graceful lines of her figure. The deep, rich hue seemed to intensify under the dazzling Christmas lights, casting a warm, radiant glow over the room. The dress, a creation of sartorial elegance, boasted a subtle off the shoulder neckline that hinted at allure without relinquishing sophistication.

Miranda acknowledged the compliment with a nod, her characteristic smirk never far from her lips. "I know. Now, come in. We have a splendid evening ahead."

Miranda ushered you into the beautifully decorated townhouse, where the scent of evergreen and cinnamon hung in the air. The ambiance was sophisticated yet cozy, evidence of Miranda's impeccable taste. The Christmas tree sparkled in the corner, adorned with ornaments that reflected Miranda's refined aesthetic.

With chic Christmas decorations adorning the dinner table where a sumptuous feast awaited. The conversation flowed effortlessly as the four of you engaged in lively banter over the delectable Christmas dinner.

For the occasion, you wore a tasteful ensemble—a deep green dress that complemented the festive atmosphere. Miranda, ever the fashion icon, acknowledged your choice with a nod of approval. The contrast in your styles was apparent, but it only seemed to enhance the uniqueness of your friendship.

The evening unfolded gracefully as you all gathered around the dining table for Christmas dinner. The conversation flowed effortlessly, blending the wisdom of Miranda's experiences with the vibrant energy of your youth. The atmosphere was festive, marked by laughter and shared stories.

"Did you know Santa's coming tonight?" Caroline interjected, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Cassidy nodded eagerly, "We're hoping for lots of presents!"

Miranda raised an eyebrow at the mention of Santa, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Well, miracles happen, Miranda."

After the delightful meal, you all gathered around the lavishly decorated Christmas tree. The twins each picked out one present. Once they'd made up their mind, occasionally shaking a few boxes with wonder, they tore into their meticulously wrapped presents, their laughter resonating with pure joy.

"Look what I got!" Caroline squealed.

"It's perfect!" Cassidy exclaimed, holding up her gift.

You exchanged knowing smiles with Miranda, appreciating the shared warmth of the holiday season. The time had come for the adults to unwrap their gifts, and Miranda handed you a beautifully wrapped box.

"Merry Christmas," she said, her tone surprisingly genuine.

As you delicately unwrapped the gift, a delicate necklace was revealed, its design a reflection of Miranda's unparalleled sense of style. "Miranda, this is stunning. Thank you."

Miranda's smirk softened into a subtle smile. "It's the least I could do for my fabulous friend."

In return, you presented her with a tastefully wrapped package. Miranda opened it to reveal a rare edition of her favorite book, and her genuine pleasure was evident.

"How did you...? This is extraordinary," she remarked, her usual composed demeanor momentarily replaced by surprise.

"A little bird told me you've been wanting it for ages," you replied with a knowing smile.

The room brimmed with the enchantment of Christmas as Caroline and Cassidy found themselves facing a rule that threatened to dampen their holiday spirit – only one present each from under the resplendent tree.

Caroline's pout spoke volumes, "But, Mom, it's Christmas!"

Cassidy, her partner in this miniature rebellion, echoed, "Yeah, one is not enough!"

Miranda, a paragon of composed authority, raised an eyebrow, "One each. That's the rule. Besides, it's only Christmas eve."

As the twins engaged in a feeble attempt to sway their mother's decree, you exchanged a knowing glance with Miranda. Rules were rules, but exceptions could be made, especially during the magic of Christmas. Reaching into your bag, you produced two additional gifts, a subtle spark of mischief dancing in your eyes.

With a smile laced with secrecy, you declared, "Perhaps, a minor adjustment to the rules."

Caroline and Cassidy, eyes now wide with anticipation, hastily seized the unexpected offerings. The paper surrendered its secrets, revealing a new sketchpad for Caroline and a set of vibrant paints for Cassidy.

Caroline, her face now aglow with delight, exclaimed, "This is amazing!"

Cassidy, grinning from ear to ear, added, "Thank you!"

You laughed joyously, overcome with a sense of deep love for the two girls. You always enjoyed making them happy and surprising them. "A touch of Christmas magic, just for you two."

In the midst of the unfolding festivities, Miranda, the poised matriarch, observed the scene with a smirking satisfaction, "Exceptional circumstances call for exceptional measures."

The room, once filled with a chorus of eager unwrapping, now had Caroline and Cassidy seated on the floor, absorbed in exploring their newfound treasures. Their joy echoed through the room, blending seamlessly with the warmth that permeated the air.

Amidst the unfolding festivities, Miranda, in her poised elegance, gently reminded the twins, "Don't forget the present you made for our dear friend under the tree."

Caroline and Cassidy, their enthusiasm unyielding, exchanged mischievous glances before executing an agile dash towards the Christmas tree. Returning with a carefully crafted package, they handed it to you with proud smiles, eager for you to unravel the mystery of their creation.

Caroline, exuberant in her announcement, declared, "We made it ourselves!"

Cassidy, nodding in agreement, added, "It's the best one!"

You delicately unwrapped the handmade gift, revealing personalized ornaments, each reflecting the unique touch of the twins' creativity.

Appreciation colored your expression as you remarked, "This is wonderful. Thank you both."

Miranda, her smirk now softened, commented, "They insisted on making something special."

Late into the evening, laughter resonated through the elegantly decorated space, and the room was filled not just with the glow of Christmas lights but with the warmth of shared moments and genuine connection. The twins, now nestled on the floor, continued to revel in the joy of the season, and the memories forged that night would linger, like the echo of distant carols, in the corridors of time.

As the night progressed, you joined forces to put the twins to bed, sharing wishes of sugarplum dreams and whispered secrets. Back downstairs, Miranda walked you to the door, the air tinged with a sense of contentment.

"It's been a splendid evening, hasn't it?" Miranda's voice softened.

You nodded, genuinely grateful. "The best. Thank you for having me, Miranda."

As you reached the door, the subtle detail of mistletoe hanging above caught your attention. The mistletoe, unnoticed until now, dangled above the doorway like a clandestine spectator to the unfolding scene. Miranda's smirk returned as she commented, "Tradition, you know."

"I thought you didn't do traditions," you playfully retorted, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

In response, Miranda leaned in, her fingers delicately cupping your cheek, a gesture unexpected yet remarkably tender. "There's always an exception."

Her lips met yours beneath the mistletoe, the kiss holding a subtle intensity, a mingling of warmth against the winter's chill.

As the kiss lingered for a fleeting moment, the snowy night outside seemed to pause, granting you both a suspended instant in time. Miranda's touch, a gentle caress against your cheek, left an imprint that lingered even after the door closed behind you.

"Merry Christmas, my dear friend," Miranda whispered, her voice carrying a warmth that transcended the season.

Your smile held a lingering echo of the shared moment as you replied, "Merry Christmas, Miranda."

[typhoonstrikes]

how, after all they said to you...

[rainbow-pop-arts]

Brad told Meryl and Milly about what a mistletoe’s for, so the girls decided to put Vash and Wolfwood under one! I headcanon Ship 3 celebrates christmas :D

[into-the-feniverse]

[insert bad joke about Christmas in JuLai or smth]

Trigun gang in ironic Christmas sweaters (+ other winter shenanigan doodles under the cut)

[fullcry]

"Snowman's Land" | A Trigun Christmas Oneshot

Several years after the final battle for Noman's Land and the institution of a terraforming system to transform the planet's barren wastes, Meryl, Vash, Livio, and Milly experience their first white Christmas at Hopeland.

A little Christmas surprise for everyone! Thank you all for being so kind and supportive throughout this year, and happy holidays!

Read now on AO3 or Patreon!

[sgftxtinajb]

[fandomfeels]

I’d go back to December - Epilogue

Just uploaded the last chapter 🥲

[justbiran]

Someone should make a Stud x Meryl White Christmas au 👀👀👀

I feel like it could work....

[fundashnee-rott]

The Christmas episode

Cw: drunk kiss, cigarette, lesbian and thing they be doing, Knives being a little shit but we don't see or hear him

[merylstreepsworld]

Gliding Through Love

Pairing: Loretta Durkin x Fem!reader

Word count: 1,283

Summary: Eager to embrace the Christmas magic, you and Loretta embark on an enchanting adventure.

During the festive season in New York City, the streets transform into a dazzling spectacle. Vibrant lights dance in intricate patterns, adorning the bustling streets and storefronts adorned with enchanting Christmas decorations. As you eagerly traverse the lively sidewalks, you clutch Loretta's hand, the excitement palpable in your hurried pace. With flushed cheeks against the brisk city air, you urge her forward, captivated by the radiant displays enveloping you.

Under the radiant, twinkling city lights of New York City at night, Loretta stands, a vision of wonder and affection. Her eyes, alight with a blend of amazement and love, reflect the luminous atmosphere surrounding you both. The soft glow highlights the interwoven strands of her silver and light brown hair, styled into two charming braids cascading over her shoulders, framing her face like ethereal adornments.

Wrapped snugly in a puffy, insulated coat, she exudes warmth against the frigid cold, the garment a shield against the winter's bite. A funky hat, its neutral tones harmonizing with the jacket, crowns her head, adding a touch of whimsy to her ensemble while keeping her head cozy.

Her hands, clad in gloves, perfectly fit within your own, forming a seamless connection even amidst the layers of warmth. As her gaze meets yours, the city's glittering backdrop seems to pale in comparison to the radiance emanating from her eyes, suffused with a mix of fascination for the surroundings and an unmistakable affection directed towards you. In this enchanting moment, the night's luminosity only serves to accentuate the captivating sight of Loretta, a portrait of beauty and love under the shimmering cityscape.

"Come on! Come on!" Your voice exudes enthusiasm as you guide her through the illuminated thoroughfares. Loretta, trailing behind, hastens to keep up, her soft laughter echoing in the wintry atmosphere.

Amidst this spectacle, your ultimate destination emerges – Rockefeller Center. Before you stands the colossal Christmas tree, towering majestically above, eliciting a sense of wonder. Your gaze ascends, mouth agape, as you share the moment with the older woman by your side, both bundled up against the cold in woolen coats and hats. "It's amazing," you breathe in a hushed tone, awestruck by the grandeur.

Loretta's giggles intermingle with your marvel, her affectionate gesture nudging your shoulder as she leans closer, arm intertwining with yours. "It is pretty amazing," she whispers, drawing nearer to you.

As your attention briefly shifts from the magnificent tree to Loretta, the gleam of the twinkling lights reflects in her eyes, rendering her absolutely resplendent. "Come on! Let's go ice skating!" With renewed excitement, you tug at her arm, her laughter trailing behind as she follows, reveling in your eagerness.

With skates secured and excitement brimming, you both make your way onto the glistening ice after securing and lacing up your skates, each lending a hand to the other. As you tentatively tread onto the rink, Loretta grasps your hand for support. Gripping the railing tightly, you're resolute, determined to maintain your balance.

Amidst the initial wobbles, Loretta extends her other hand for stability. "We got this," you assert optimistically, attempting to infuse encouragement into the skating venture. Tentatively, your legs set into motion – right, left, a cautious glide. Meanwhile, Loretta relies on your guidance, holding onto you as you navigate the ice together.

Playfully teasing, you quip to Loretta about her apparent lack of skating and your carrying the load. "Looks like someone's enjoying a free ride while I do all the skating," you jest, nudging her playfully

Loretta chuckles, her laughter ringing in the crisp air. her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, I've got the best view from here, don't I?" Her playful banter matches your own, her fingers tightening around yours for reassurance.

As the ice beneath your skates glimmers with reflected light, you take on the role of Loretta's impromptu skating instructor. With patience and care, you offer guidance, gently encouraging her to find her balance and rhythm on the ice.

Positioning yourself beside her, your arm becomes a steady support as you guide her through the initial strides. "Relax your stance, darling," you suggest, your voice calm and reassuring. "Feel the ice beneath your blades. You've got this."

With deliberate movements, you demonstrate the basic techniques, demonstrating how to shift weight from one foot to the other, gliding with controlled motions. As Loretta tentatively follows suit, you offer words of encouragement, adjusting your pace to match hers.

"Lean slightly forward, that's it," you advise, your hand lightly resting on her back for added stability. "Now, push off gently and let the ice carry you."

With each instruction, Loretta gains more confidence, her movements gradually becoming smoother. You stay close, offering continuous support and guidance, celebrating every small triumph together. Through your patience and encouragement, she begins to find her own rhythm, slowly but surely gaining the confidence to skate more independently.

In a seamless transition, both of you glide across the ice, hand in hand, effortlessly navigating the rink. Amidst the graceful movements, conversation flows freely between you, voices mingling with the soft sounds of skates gliding against the icy surface. Your gloved fingers intertwine, forming a warm and intimate connection despite the wintry surroundings.

After reveling in the joy of skating, the suggestion of indulging in some comforting hot cocoa meets swift agreement from Loretta. "Oh, some hot cocoa sounds amazing right now!" she exclaims, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue from both the exhilaration of skating and the frosty air. A gentle, chilled kiss lands on her equally cold cheek, eliciting a deeper blush in response.

Guided by Loretta, you both find yourselves at a beloved café. Nestled in its cozy ambiance, you eagerly order steaming mugs of hot cocoa to chase away the lingering chill from the skating excursion.

Seated together at a secluded corner table, you relish the warmth that seeps through the ceramic cups cradled between your palms. Gloves removed, you embrace the heat, savoring the comforting sensation as it gradually soothes your cold fingers. As the hot cocoa reaches the perfect sipping temperature, you close your eyes momentarily, a contented smile gracing your lips. "Mmm, perfect," you murmur, the warmth spreading through you with each delightful sip.

Following suit, Loretta takes a sip, mirroring your posture, her expression mirroring your satisfaction as the comforting heat spreads within her. Both of you share a moment of quiet contentment, wrapped in the comforting embrace of the hot cocoa and each other's company.

As the night deepens, enveloping the city in its serene embrace, you and Loretta draw closer, seeking warmth not just from the surroundings but from each other's presence. Snuggled closer, you find comfort in the simple pleasure of being together, the shared silence speaking volumes about the depth of your connection.

Wrapped in the quietude of the café, the ambiance around you fades into the background, leaving only the gentle hum of conversations and the occasional clink of cups. In these moments, words become secondary; the shared glance, the subtle touch, and the warmth radiating between you convey everything that needs to be said.

In this tranquil atmosphere, contentment thrives, not reliant on words but on the sheer delight of sharing this serene interlude with someone special. Each passing minute strengthens the bond between you, the unspoken understanding deepening with every shared moment.

Finally, as the night matures, the time comes to bid adieu to the enchanting Christmas wonderland of New York City. With a lingering hug and a promise of more adventures, you and Loretta venture back into the crisp night air, hearts warmed not just by the hot cocoa but by the enduring warmth of a cherished connection, illuminated by the magical glow of Christmas in the city.

[capitalwildcat]

I have so much hope for trigun stampede s2.

[raicefront96]

Meryl and Bubby (The Bubblegum)