#meryl streep x reader

[merylstreepsworld]

Imagine coming home to Miranda after being gone for work:

Racing through the dimly lit streets, the distant echoes of your tires against the pavement fill the night as you make your way back home. The inky blackness of the sky above is interrupted only by the occasional flicker of a streetlamp passing by. Your mind is consumed with the thought of finally reuniting with Miranda, your wife, after an arduous work conference that kept you apart for what felt like an eternity.

Pulling up in front of the townhouse, a surge of anticipation courses through you, overriding any fatigue from the late hour. With a quick flick of the car's ignition, you leap out and dash down the quiet block, the pavement cool against your hurried steps. Your heart races faster than your feet as you reach for the familiar jangle of keys in your pocket.

Fumbling in the darkness, your hands tremble slightly in your eagerness to unlock the door and be enveloped in the warmth of your shared space. Finally, the key slips into the lock, the latch clicks open, and you swing the door wide, stepping into the familiar comfort of home.

Dumping your belongings in the foyer, you barely have a moment to catch your breath before a figure materializes in the doorway, silhouetted against the soft glow filtering in from the living room. Miranda stands there, elegant yet slightly fatigued, her presence magnetic and alluring. You're captivated by her, your heart swelling with a mix of longing and excitement. Relief washes over her delicate features as she takes in your safe return.

With a small, knowing smile, her gaze lingers on you, her eyes tracing the contours of your figure, an unspoken admiration evident in her subtle scrutiny. There's a silent exchange of reassurance and familiarity in that glance, a shared language between the two of you that requires no words.

In a tender whisper that carries a hint of relief, she delicately murmurs, "I'm glad you made it home safe," her words an unspoken echo of the worry she had carried during your absence.

You're captivated by her, your heart swelling with a mix of longing, relief, and excitement. Without hesitation, you rush toward her, the world narrowing down to the connection between the two of you. Lips meet in a fervent embrace, a passionate collision of emotions and desires.

In that instant, your hands instinctively seek her, yearning to feel the softness of her skin, the curve of her body, and the warmth of her presence. Each touch conveys the depth of longing etched into your being during your time apart. There's an urgency in the way you pull her closer, an unquenchable desire to cherish every moment of this reunion.

Miranda responds in kind, her touch igniting an equally intense flame of passion. The kisses deepen, an unspoken language of affection and yearning that seems to convey all the words unspoken during your absence. In that intimate embrace, time loses its relevance, encapsulating the sheer devotion and unrestrained desire that bind the two of you together in a moment that feels both fleeting and eternal.

Lips meeting in an impassioned embrace, murmurs of endearment escape in between fervent kisses. "Oh... oh god. I've missed you," you manage to mumble against her lips, the words laced with longing and desire. "Take me to bed."

Her response is immediate, a subtle yet palpable electricity in the air as she separates herself from your lips but remains intimately close, her eyes holding a depth of affection and understanding. With a gentle yet urgent touch, she takes your hand, leading you toward the staircase, each step resonating with the anticipation of being together once more.

[zeldas-cigarrette]

Trying to come back:)

I haven’t been myself in a long time, I’ve lost interest in things I loved doing (like writing, and coming up with fun ideas for new fics). Slowly, I think I’m coming back to enjoy it again. I was totally out of energy to follow requests I’ve got or even come up with my own ideas to write. So I stopped. I missed sitting in my room and writing for hours on end, fussing about little details I loved putting in my stories. Honesty is important, especially when I want to continue this. It’s the end of October and it might be the season, which made me passionate about starting to write again, but I desperately want to get into it again.

With this post, I’m trying to officially come back to this community. So I’m inviting you to send requests again, this is my masterlist, and I hope I can measure up to how I wrote back then and maybe even improve.

Thank you to those who still read my stuff, even though I haven’t posted in ages.<3

🩶

[merylstreepsworld]

Blooms of Passion Behind Closed Doors

Warning: Heavy sexual themes

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Top Fem!Reader

Summary: You surprise Miranda at her office with flowers. The flowers spark a growing passion between you two to release some tension. Amidst the intensity of desire, the intrusion of colleagues adds a twist. Showcasing the delicate balance between professionalism and the undeniable connection that flourishes behind closed doors.

Word count: 1,647

Authors note: Thanks to @blueberrycoffee19 for requesting this story! I very much enjoyed writing this and trying to find a good balance between work and intimacy! I hope you enjoy!

It had been a hectic week at Runway magazine, and Miranda Priestly, the formidable editor-in-chief, was known for her high standards and relentless pursuit of excellence. As her partner, you knew how demanding her job could be, and you often found creative ways to surprise her and brighten her day.

On this particular day, you decided to make an impromptu visit to the office. You carried a bouquet of fresh flowers, knowing how much Miranda appreciated their elegance and beauty. You approached her office, gently knocking on the door.

"Come in," her voice commanded from inside.

With a soft smile, you entered, the bouquet of flowers held behind your back. "Miranda," you began, "I thought you could use a little something to brighten your day."

Miranda looked up from her desk, and for a brief moment, her steely exterior softened. Her eyes met yours, a hint of surprise dancing within their depths. "And what might this be?" You presented the bouquet, and her elegant fingers brushed over the delicate petals. "Just a small gesture to remind you that you're appreciated, even in the midst of your busy day."

Miranda accepted the flowers, her lips curving into a rare but genuine smile. "You have a knack for knowing just what I need."

As she inhaled the fragrance of the blossoms, you took a step closer, your hand finding hers. The connection between you and Miranda had always been electric, and in this moment, you sensed a shift in the air, a silent agreement between your hearts. Without a word, you found yourself easing onto her lap, the surprise gift now forgotten as your lips met in a passionate kiss. Miranda's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as the world outside ceased to exist. In her office, surrounded by the splendor of the bouquet you'd brought, the two of you shared an intimate moment, a quiet declaration of the love you'd found in each other.

Miranda's icy exterior melts away when she's alone with you. Her eyes, once piercing, now sparkle with warmth and affection. She captures your lips in a lingering kiss, her tongue delicately seeking yours. The world outside the office disappears as you both get lost in each other.

The intensity of your passion seemed to engulf the room, but the bouquet of flowers you had brought suddenly became a reminder of the world outside. With a sigh, you reluctantly pulled away from Miranda, your fingers tracing her jawline. You had to put the flowers down, at least for now, to fully embrace this intimate moment. With a gentle touch, you set the bouquet on Miranda's desk. The vibrant petals contrasted with the impeccably organized documents and fashion magazines that surrounded them, a testament to the collision of your love and her demanding work.

Miranda watched as you carefully placed the flowers on her desk, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She understood the necessity of this brief interruption and welcomed the opportunity to savor this moment with you.

Once the bouquet was in its place, you turned your attention back to Miranda. You resumed your position on her lap, your lips eagerly reconnecting with hers. Your fingers tangled in her hair as your desire continued to build, both of you fully immersed in the passion that had ignited in her office. Her fingers glide sensually down your back, sending shivers of desire through your body. You let out a soft moan against her lips, the taste of her desire intoxicating. Your hands explore the contours of her elegant neck and slide down to the exposed skin beneath her silk blouse.

Miranda's fingers tangle in your hair, deepening the kiss. The passion between you ignites, a fire that has burned since the day you met, and now it consumes you both. She pulls you even closer, and you can feel the rapid beating of her heart echoing your own.

Your lips trail down the column of her neck, leaving a path of soft kisses. Her breath quickens, and she arches her back, surrendering to the sensation. Your hands move further down, slipping beneath the fabric of her blouse to caress her skin, making her gasp in pleasure.

Miranda's touch becomes even more electrifying, her fingers sliding under your shirt with a deliberate sensuality. She trails soft kisses along your jawline and down to your collarbone, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

With a slow, deliberate pace, Miranda unbuttons your shirt, revealing your skin inch by inch. Her lips follow the path her fingers take, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that makes your heart race.

You let out a soft gasp as Miranda's hands finally remove your shirt, leaving just your bra to cover your breasts. Her eyes, filled with a potent mix of desire and adoration, meet yours. "You are breathtaking," she murmurs. Miranda's lips descend further, her kisses igniting a fire within you. You arch your back, your body aching for her touch. She unhurriedly slides her hands along your sides, her fingers grazing your skin, teasing and tantalizing. Her nimble fingers unhook your bra, freeing your chest, and she continues her assault of kisses down your body.

A rush of heat engulfs you as Miranda's lips reach your breasts. She takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, causing you to moan in ecstasy. The pleasure courses through your veins, and your fingers instinctively find their way into her hair, urging her on.

With every touch, every caress, the desire between you intensifies. Miranda's hands travel lower, tracing the curve of your hips, her lips following in pursuit. Your breaths come in ragged gasps as she reaches the waistband of your pants.

In a whirlwind of passion, you find yourself stripped down to just your pants, the desire in Miranda's eyes mirroring your own. The world beyond her office is a distant memory, as you and Miranda become one in the intoxicating dance of love and longing.

As you share this tender moment, the door swings open, revealing Nigel, Miranda's trusted confidant and the Art Director of Runway magazine. He steps in, a smile on his face, but it quickly fades as he notices your intimate position with Miranda.

"Miranda, I just wanted to discuss the layout for the next issue," Nigel begins, his voice trailing off as he takes in the sight before him.

Miranda, unflappable as ever, calmly addresses him. "Nigel?"

Nigel stammers slightly, trying to regain his composure. "I...I'll come back later."

You, however, are lost in your connection with Miranda, nuzzling her neck and whispering sweet nothings. The chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, making it challenging for anyone to look away. Miranda remains seated, her hands still on you, but her focus shifts to her colleague. She acknowledges Nigel with a composed smile. "Nigel, I trust you've got the layout sorted?"

Nigel, ever the professional, glances briefly at your barely clad form before directing his attention to Miranda as he walks over beside the desk. "Yes, Miranda, it's all in order."

You, on the other hand, continue to sit there with a nonchalant air, offering a friendly nod to Nigel as if nothing extraordinary is occurring. "Hey, Nigel."

Nigel manages a polite nod in return, though it's clear his composure is being tested. He clears his throat and proceeds with the business at hand.

Just as you're deep in the throes of affection, Andrea, Miranda's second assistant, enters the room with a stack of documents in her arms. She freezes, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene. Her cheeks flush, and her gaze darts between Miranda, Nigel, and you.

Miranda finally notices Andrea's flustered state and her lack of focus on the task at hand. "Andrea, is there something you'd like to share with us?" Miranda's tone is icy, snapping Andrea back to reality.

Andrea stammers, struggling to find her words. "I...I'm sorry, Miranda. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Miranda's eyes narrow, and she gestures for Andrea to approach her desk. "Come here, Andrea."

Andrea approaches Miranda's desk with trepidation, while you remain in Miranda's lap, undisturbed. Miranda's aura of power and authority is as evident as ever. With a sigh, Miranda speaks, her voice commanding the room. "Andrea, I expect my team to maintain professionalism at all times. It's apparent that you need a reminder. So, let this be one."

Andrea nods, her embarrassment apparent as she looks at you and Miranda. "Yes, Miranda. I apologize for the disruption."

After a moment of contented silence with Miranda, you decide it's time to acknowledge Andrea's presence. With your easygoing demeanor, you twist your upper body around and extend a hand to Andrea, who is still flustered. "Andrea, I don't think we've officially met. I'm [Your Name]. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Andrea, her nerves clearly getting the best of her, hesitantly takes your hand. "I'm Andrea. Nice to meet you," she mumbles, unable to hide her surprise at how casual and unaffected you are by the unconventional situation.

Miranda, sensing the tension in the room, takes a moment to reassert her authority. "That's enough of this," she declares, and her voice cuts through the awkwardness. "We have work to do." Nigel nods, still somewhat baffled by the scene in front of him, and Andrea retreats from the office, leaving you to continue your intimate moment with Miranda. While the professional world outside her office might buzz with rumors and intrigue, the two of you remain blissfully wrapped up in your own world, where the rules of convention seem secondary to your love for one another.

With Nigel and Andrea's exit, you and Miranda are left with a newfound sense of privacy in her office. You slide even closer to Miranda in her lap, your fingers gently tracing the curve of her jawline as you whisper, "Where were we, darling?"

[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."

[merylstreepsworld]

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.

[stayevildarling]

Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Dragon meets Purple, Part 2

word count: 2k

tw: none

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A few months had passed since Wilhemina officially became Mirandas second assistant. And despite their initial doubts about whether this would work or not it was going surprisingly well. Due to Wilhemina's experience Runway was working smoothly. Miranda was quite surprised by this but she also enjoyed working closely with someone who was close to her age for once. The only person not enjoying the situation was Emily, as she was suddenly the one running around New York to fetch coffees and chase designers down, while Wilhemina had more administrative work.

Today a particularly busy day is finally coming towards the end, most people have left the office by now and so the only ones left are Wilhemina and her boss. As the redhead sits at her desk, typing away at her computer, before getting up to walk to the printer, she sees Miranda standing in her office and signalling for Wilhemina to join her.

,,Care to join me for a drink Ms Venable?'' the slightly older woman asks.

Wilhemina raises an eyebrow, surprised by the invitation but at the same time intrigued.

,,Of course Ms Priestly, lead the way''.

Wilhemina watches as Miranda walks over to a golden drink trolley next to the sofa in her office. As she pours two glasses of scotch, Wilhemina can't help but look at her bosses features. Her jawline, the way her skirt complimented her legs.

,,I must admit Ms Venable, you have been rather impressive lately, I cannot deny your talents any longer'' she praises which takes the redhead by surprise.

Of course she knew the value of her work but she knew Miranda wasn't one to praise. As she takes a sip, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips ,,High praise coming from you Ms Priestly, I must be doing something right''.

Miranda chuckles softly ,,Indeed, though I must also confess your penchant for challenging authority can be rather... infuriating at times''.

Wilhemina raises her glass in mock toast before replying ,,Ah but where's the fun in playing by the rules Ms Priestly? Life is too short to be confined by limitations''.

Miranda simply smirks with a glint of adoration in her eyes. This had been exactly what she liked about Wilhemina, the sass, honestly and sarcasm. It was refreshing to the woman with assistants that usually obey her straight away and never talk back to her.

,,Spoken like a true maverick Ms Venable, perhaps there is hope for you yet'' Miranda replies with a smirk.

The smirk meets her straight back before Wilhemina counters ,,Perhaps Ms Priestly but don't hold your breath. I'm not one to change my ways easily''.

They chat for some more before they both head back towards their desk, wrapping up their work for the day and working through the upcoming Paris schedule.

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,,One more thing before we go to Paris, I'm promoting one of you''. Miranda explained. The office was quiet now, it was late and everyone had left.

,,Ms Venable I would like to offer you a higher position in HR'' Miranda explained, Emily's jaw dropping, in disbelief of the words she just heard from her bosses mouth.

,,What?!'' Emily asks. ,,She's only been here for six months, how come she's getting the promotion?''.

,,Oh get over yourself Emily, we both know that Ms Venable is way more qualified to work upstairs and have her own office rather than being my assistant''. her boss replies snappily.

,,I suggest you start working on finding me a new second assistant'' Miranda explains, dismissing Emily.

,,Thank you Ms Priestly'' Wilhemina finally speaks, a bit dumbfounded at what just happened. She had worked hard in the past couple of months, however she didn't expect a promotion.

,,May I ask why?'' Wilhemina adds.

,,Well, I had a feeling from the start you were meant to be more than an assistant and you certainly have proven you have the abilities to work upstairs. So I pulled some strings and you may work in HR from now on. You will get your own office and you won't have to- you know- run around as much for me'' Miranda explains, suddenly a softer side showing that Wilhemina hasn't gotten to see yet.

,,Thank you Ms Priestly'' Wilhemina smiles, touched by the gesture, trying to think if there was some ulterior motive to her decision.

,,By the way, I think it's time you call me Miranda by now, considering I won't be your direct boss anymore''.

,,Very well- Wilhemina'' she replies with a small smile. Now Miranda surprised as she hasn't seen a real smile from the redhead so far, being able to tell the difference from a fake polite one to a real one as she had do it most of her day.

They shake hands before they both head off, Wilhemina to inspect her new office and Miranda back to her desk, looking over her Paris schedule one more time. Miranda internally cringes as she hates the feel of Wilhemina's leather gloves.

After the elevator dings, Wilhemina steps into her new office, a small smile playing on her face as she sees her name on the door. She is quite fascinated by the view of New York and the size of her office. As she walks to her new desk, she finds a little box.

As she undoes the ribbon, she finds a purple pair of Chanel gloves inside them. She chuckles before collecting her things for the day and leaving.

As she heads downstairs to the elevator that exits the building she halts in the hallway as she sees a little light still in Mirandas office. ,,Good Night Ms. - Miranda'' she states as Miranda takes her eyes off the screen and looking at Wilhemina. She smirks satisfactiory as she sees the purple gloves already on the redheads hands. ,,Good Night'' she mumbles before carrying on with her work.

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Miranda sighs as she walks out of her office and towards the elevator, some files in her hand. Making her way upstairs, she suddenly notices the light still lit in Wilhemina's office. Miranda checks the time and realises it's past midnight. She thinks about turning back around, having dealt with too much interaction today but also needing those applications on Wilhemina's desk as it had been months since Paris and Emily still hasn't found a worthy second assistant.

Miranda knocks and opens the door in one swift motion finding Wilhemina on her computer. ,,Hire this one, Emily is taking far too long'' Miranda states before handing Wilhemina an application file.

They both look at each other for a moment, brown eyes meeting green ones. Silence filling the room as the same question played on both of their minds. ,,Do you need me to help out downstairs?'' Wilhemina breaks the silence first. ,,Pardon?'' Miranda questions.

,,I mean it's been months since Paris and if you need any help I would be quite happy to'' Wilhemina explains and is met with a sweet smile. ,,No- I'd just appreciate if you work through the application as quickly as possible''. Miranda replies with a grateful smile.

,,Why are you here so late?'' Miranda eventually asks. Wilhemina simply looks at her unable to really give her an answer but Miranda understood even without a word. She knew being a woman in this industry, the position not necessarily mattering, you had to get used to long hours in the office.

,,Do you need a lift? my driver should be outside.'' Miranda asks which takes Wilhemina by surprise. ,,No thank you Miranda but I'll walk out with you?'' she questions before being met with a nod and grabbing her bag and cane.

The elevator ride is quiet, Miranda containing a smile as she notices that Wilhemina had worn the Chanel gloves since she gave them to her. As they both walk past security and outside the building. New York being lit up and loud even in the middle of the night. Miranda walks over to her driver before she turns back towards Wilhemina.

,,I know this isn't exactly part of your job description but would you be free to join me for the launch dinner tomorrow evening?'' the question doesn't only take Wilhemina completely by surprise. Wilhemina had heard about the dinner and how much Miranda despised half of the people there. She doesn't quite understand why Miranda would like her company rather than Emily who certainly has more knowledge with these sort of things. Wilhemina had no idea that she had become a sense of comfort to Miranda, the usual strong woman, feeling safer in Wilhemina's presence. The question slipped her mind before she could think about it. Wilhemina being the stern HR she usually is, her mind takes her back that indeed this had no part in her job description but she felt intrigued. The last year in New York had helped the redhead realise that she didn't really have a personal life and she longed for one. So somehow as a result, a spontaneous Wilhemina comes to the surface, breaking through her usual high walls and agreeing. Miranda gives her a small but confused smile at her own question before making her way home.

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,,This will be your desk, you have big shoes to fill so please don't mess this up, considering Miranda chose you''. Emily explains as you listen to her instructions.

,,Understood'' you nod as you get familiar with your desk and computer.

The first couple of hours are quiet as Miranda was with a designer, presenting a new collection with Nigel. You walk around runway, getting to meet people you will be working with from now on before returning to your desk and working through the to-do list Emily has given you.

,,Miranda will be back in about thirty minutes, I'll send you a text with everyones coffee orders, please run to Starbucks and hurry up''. Emily explains.

Quickly, you grab your things and do as you are told, returning a short while later with the coffees.

After placing Miranda's coffee on her desk, you return to your own before Emily returns as well.

,,I have a coffee left for Wilhemina?'' you ask unfamiliar with the name.

,,Oh yes, remember the big shoes to fill? Well that's her, she works upstairs in HR now, please take it to Ms Venable'' Emily explains and you nod as you walk towards the elevator. As the elevator dings your eyes are met with Miranda.

She halts, recognising your face from the application. You had done your research, knowing not to directly address or bother Ms Priestly but her lack of movement and conversation, ushered you to make some.

,,Hello Ms. Priestly, my name is Y/N your new second assistant'' you introduce yourself before she takes her sunglasses off.

The woman scans you a second with a surprised look on her face. ,,Oh you are the assistant'' she states.

,,I was told you hired and chose me'' you reply slightly confused. The woman simply carries on scanning your body before replying ,,That's all'' and leaving towards her office.

Slightly dumbfounded and confused you make your way upstairs before knocking on Ms Venable's door.

,,Come in'' the redhead replies as you enter.

,,Hi, my name is Y/N, I'm Miranda's second assistant, I have your coffee here for you'' you explain before bending slightly, placing it in front of her.

,,Thank you'' she states and you can't help but notice her staring at you, specifically as you bend over slightly to hand her the coffee.

,,Oh and if you have any issues, for example with Emily, don't hesitate to come find me'' she states.

,,Why would I have any issues with Emily Ms Venable?'' you ask confused, considering its your first day.

,,Emily can be a bit demanding, given her position in this company'' Wilhemina replies .

,,Very well thank you Ms Venable'' you reply before heading back towards your desk, unbeknownst that her eyes followed until you left her office.

[merci-bitch]

loved your Charlize characters things, but can’t you do somewhat the same with some of Meryl’s characters? Like how they are to live with or something

Thanks ! And sure, should be fun! Seems a bit short but oh well, haha

Not my gifs!

Miranda Priestly

- Well

- She’s tough

- She’s a perfectionist at best

- Her house is very clean

- Even for having two near teenage girls

- She has a nanny for her girls who also cooks for them when she isn’t able

- Although I don’t think Miranda is the biggest cook, I do think she knows how to do it

- Her townhouse is MASSIVE

- 3 stories

- So many rooms

- You still get a little lost sometimes

- Not surprising though, there’s so many doors

- But Miranda wouldn’t be too bad to live with

- Unless she’s stressed and in one of those terrible moods

- She can be quite poisonous in her mouth

- Very critical

- You know not to fuel it at the worst times

- But you still like to pick at her

- Teaser

- 😌

Donna Sheridan

- She’s so fun

- You, Sophie and her are dream team

- You were a painter , a local, and had known Donna for years, since Sophie was little

- You helped Sophie become good at drawing and painting

- And you just became a part of their little family

- Although Donna and Sophie still spend a lot of thing alone together, you don’t mind

- Dancing and singing all the time obvs

- You help Donna around the island, help her with renovating the hotel

- You remind her to take one day at a time

- You’ve painted the hotel a number of times, painted Donna and Sophie

- She loves it

- You have a lot of fun

- Sophie and you always team up against Donna

- Play little pranks on her

- When Sophie was younger, you’d tell her stories about the world and paint an image of what her world might look like

- The love Donna has for her daughter is so beautiful

- Donna often worries about how empty she will feel once Sophie leaves

- If she does

Jane Adler

- Oh my god

- You are her experiment bunny for her new recipes

- She always tests new things in the kitchen

- And you are her critic for tasting

- She loves you dearly

- She loves how well you get on with her kids

- She was worried about the slight age gap

- How her children would react

- But they love you

- You’re a little older than her oldest

- So she doesn’t fell that bad, but still it’s different

- She kicks you out of the house when she has her dinner parties with her girls friends

- She gossips about you to them obvs

- One of her friends always tries to get her to talk about you in the bed

- Because Jane suddenly has so much energy she bakes three pies for one night

- Jane just smirks and doesn’t say a word

- Whenever Jane can’t sleep, she makes ice cream so your freezer is FILLED with ice cream

- You are left to eat it

- Not that you’re complaining, it’s the best thing ever

- Many late nights up

- Watching movies

- Taking baths together

- Getting high accidentally together

- That’s some funny shit

- Really

- She accidentally bought pot brownies

- The most hilarious thing ever HAHAH

- If you look away from the whole plot of the movie, but still stay on track

- She never slept with Jack

- She slept with you weeks before and you became a thing

- You filled the empty house with your laughter and her own and she doesn’t feel so alone anymore

The Witch

- Well this is difficult

- Because you don’t technically “live” together

- And you’re not really together together either

- But when the plot happens, and she turn’s beautiful again

- Suddenly something happens

- You find yourself attracted to the witch you were told to fear

- She knows

- Of course she knows

- She enjoys feeling attractive, longed for, and everything once again

- When the big lady giant comes down from the sky, and she loses her daughter she seeks you

- Not for comfort

- But to release pent up anger for Rapunzel

- She knows she’ll come back

- Of course she will

- But seeing you tremble before her is too good to just let pass by

- So you become her little thing

- And then when the plot continues

- You were a friend of the bakers

- Everyone goes against the witch except you

- And oh how she enjoys it

- She’s seducing you

- She knows she doesn’t love you

- She loves her daughter

- But you’re a good distraction

- In the middle of all chaos she finds you by a tree as she’s looking for the boy

- Sneaks up on you

- Has a little fun riling you up only to be caught by the bakers and everyone else

- Whoops

- Your little secret is out

- Last Midnight

- And suddenly she’s gone

[kingpreciouswrld]

What if instead of Andy walking in on Miranda's altercation with her husband, she walks in on Miranda and reader in bed or something intimate like deeply kissing/ ravaging each other- ⚰️

You can do what you want with the reactions and what not, I'll be waiting ( very excitedly) :))

Anniversaries

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Reader

Word Count: 581

A/N: I'm not good at writing smut or steamy things. I tried :'( But I also loved the idea! Thanks for requesting!

You had gotten home early to surprise Miranda for your three year anniversary. Obviously, Miranda would get home later than you but that didn't mean you wouldn't surprise her. You've been told that Miranda wasn't one for surprises yet your surprises were the exception.

You ordered dinner in, sending Cara home early and letting her know you'd set everything up. Dinner was from Miranda's favorite restaurant and although she ordered from it daily, you knew her favorite dinner dish that she only orders on rare occasions. You also set up the dining room, setting a fresh bouquet of her favorite flowers on the middle of the table.

You also had a cheeky little surprise for Miranda. You had worked with Valentino on a dress for special occasions and you thought you'd wear it for Miranda. It was a sheer black lace dress that was see through on your chest and torso but had black shorts underneath on the bottom.

Hearing the front door open, you dimmed the lights and lit the rest of the candles.

"Happy anniversary Miranda!"

Miranda looked up from taking her heels off and you immediately saw her pupils dilate.

"Happy anniversary indeed…and where did you get this piece my love?"

Miranda threw her purse on the nearest table and stalked towards you, making you blush and bite your lip, "Valentino and I worked on this one. Do you like it?"

The white haired woman hummed in the affirmative before pulling you in by the waist. She couldn't keep her eyes off of you. "Oh darling I love it on you…but," she started backing you up into the lounge area, "I believe it would look better on the floor right now…"

Thank God the twins were out tonight

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It was Andy's first time dropping off The Book and oh boy did she not want to do it.

Emily made it sound like a death wish if not done properly. Get the dry cleaning in the closet, put The Book down on the table with the flowers. Easy right?

Well she got the dry cleaning in, done. But there were multiple tables with flowers. How the hell would she know which one to put it on? Maybe she could just hand it to Miranda? There was some noise coming in from the lounge area…

Andy steeled herself before ruffling her bangs and headed towards the noise.

"Miranda? I–"

She was shocked.

Stunned.

Embarrassed.

On the sofa was you and Miranda in a heated makeout session. Miranda's hands were gripping and massaging your ass, your dress was pulled down towards your waist as Miranda worshiped your chest. Andy could now clearly hear your whimpers and moans which made her cheeks turn pink.

Her voice was stuck in her throat and she quickly turned around, threw The Book on the nearest table and bolted out the front door.

Miranda came up for air, your hand caressing her neck and you stopped her for a bit, "Did you hear something?"

"The twins are out tonight darling, I'm sure it was nothing."

"Mmmm where were we?"

Miranda smirked and continued attacking your chest.

It wasn't until you two decided to move to the bedroom that you both saw The Book sitting on a table and you knew someone had seen or heard what you were up to.

Miranda acknowledged The Book but guided you to the stairs, slapping your ass playfully.

You rolled your eyes before giggling, "I told you I heard something."

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Thinking about adding Miranda Priestly to my masterlist.

Would you guys be interested in that?

[severuscruciatus]

Hi, I’m new! Looking for Snape or Harry Potter moots. 🐍🖤

I also LOVE Meryl Streep. 👋

[sapphic-serotonin]

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This is going to be a blog merely for fanfics!

You can request for following characters;

Cate Blanchett (Carol, Lydia Tár, Lou Miller)

Sarah Paulson ( all ahs characters, Ellie Staple, Mildred Ratched)

Meryl Streep ( Miranda Priestly)

Larissa Weems

Zelda Spellman

The Baroness from Cruella

There will definitely be more characters as this blog develops, these are just the ones that are currently on my mind:) Mind you, I’m not as good as writing smut as other creators on here, so don’t expect too much!

Xx

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[merylstreepsworld]

The Necklace

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Reader

Summary: You are infatuated with Miranda's necklace... and for good reason

Word Count: 462

In the intimate moments you shared with Miranda Priestly, her sense of style was as alluring as her commanding presence. She often wore low V-necklines that left little to the imagination, paired with exquisite, low-hanging necklaces that framed her décolletage. It was a combination that drew your eyes like a moth to a flame, and you couldn't resist the temptation to touch and play with the necklace that nestled between her breasts.

One evening, as you both lounged in her luxurious townhouse. Miranda was engrossed in a flurry of emails on her tablet, seemingly managing the entire fashion world from the comfort of her luxurious sofa. Her choice of attire was particularly captivating. Her V-neckline plunged gracefully, showcasing her elegant collarbones and a tantalizing hint of cleavage. The delicate necklace, adorned with a shimmering pendant, hung enticingly between her breasts.

You watched as she effortlessly juggled her responsibilities, her fingers dancing across the touchscreen with precision. The soft glow from the tablet cast an ethereal light on her features, accentuating her magnetic presence.

Unable to resist, you reached out and gently brushed your fingertips against the necklace, letting the cool metal caress your skin. Miranda's gaze never left the tablet, but her lips curled into a knowing smile, a subtle acknowledgment of your actions.

"Darling," she purred in her sultry tone, "Do you have an obsession with my necklace, or is it the territory it resides in that intrigues you so?"

Your cheeks flushed as her teasing words washed over you, and you replied with a playful smirk, "Perhaps it's both, Miranda. Your choice of jewelry is impeccable, but I can't deny the allure of what's beneath it." Miranda's laughter, like a fine wine, filled the room. Her fingers finally pausing on the tablet, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "I find your fascination quite amusing, my dear. But you know, if you just wanted to touch near my breasts, you could simply ask." Your heart raced at her suggestion, and your fingers danced along the necklace once more, unable to resist the temptation. "Maybe I enjoy the element of surprise," you replied with a sly grin.

Miranda's eyes sparkled with desire as she captured your lips in a passionate kiss, her dominance and sensuality igniting a fire within you. The necklace between her breasts became a symbol of your shared desire and the playful teasing that only deepened your connection.

In those intimate moments, Miranda's style and your playful touches became a tantalizing dance, a testament to the passion and allure that bound you together. It was a love story where desire and teasing were woven into the very fabric of your relationship, creating an unbreakable bond between you and the formidable Miranda Priestly.

[macverse]

What you know

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You know you love Chris. You know you've been feeling sad. You know you can't keep feeling like this. What you don't know is if you are strong enough to say what you need to say in order to walk away.

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"What's with all the bags? Are you going somewhere? Did you tell me and I forgot?” Chris didn't stop as he came into the house. Part of you remembered how he used to sweep you up in his arms when he came back home. Even here in LA. When he'd come home he'd greeted you the same way he always did at his place in Boston. Squeezing you so tightly and kissing you everywhere. You'd used to giggle and fake struggle to get free even though being wrapped up tightly in his arms was exactly where you wanted. Every time he came home it was like that but things had become different. Nowadays you were lucky if he even noticed you as he swept through while he explained he was only there to eat or sleep or shower and change. 

He was performing one of those pass-throughs right now. He was saying something about wherever it was he was going and that he just needed to grab something quick to eat before he left again. You could hear him moving around the kitchen. You listened, not bothering to follow, staying where you had been waiting for him by the front door. He's saying something about what he's been doing or what he's going to be doing but you're not paying attention. You just need to get through this and maybe you'll start feeling better. You know it's not going to be easy but it needs to be done.

“I'm going to go home,” you say, barely loud enough to hear yourself say the words. “What'd you say?” Chris says from the kitchen, his words sounding like he's speaking around whatever he found to eat. 

“I'm going home,” you said again, a little louder. You knew you needed to say ‘ We need to break up. I can't keep doing this. ’ But it stuck in your throat. Instead, you could only bring yourself to say, “Thank you, for everything.”

Read the rest on my AO3

[christinaanime]

Hi guys I am starting to write a Mamma Mia fanfiction.

However when I was counting the years so I would know when it would be set in, I came to a problem . My fanfiction is about Sophie's daughter who is sixteen. And thats where the problem comes .

First Mamma Mia is set in 1999 and the sequel takes place, 5 years after. Which means in 2004 and if we'll add 16 years we get 2020.

So I was thinking that I would change the years so the fanfiction could take place in earlier 2000s

So after my changes, the first Mamma Mia would be set in 1985 , sequel would be set in 1990 and my fanfiction would be set in 2006 And thats what I want to ask you.

Should I keep the original timeline or change it?

Lower you can vote so I would know what you think about this.

[stayevildarling]

Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Dragon meets Purple, Pt 5

word count: 1.2k

tw: hints of smut

taglist:  @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earle,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime

In the days that follow, Miranda finds herself increasingly drawn to you. The memory of the heated conversation with Wilhemina still lingering on her mind, feeling a desire she struggles to suppress.

However, the attempts Miranda made so far were unsuccessful. Emily had been unusually demanding this week, causing for you to run around pretty much all day, doing errands, meetings and other things.

Despite you being usual flirty especially with both of them, you somehow didn't even notice Miranda's tries. The attention she had tried to give you this week. The times she asked you how you were, even invited you for coffee and even a subtle hand on your thigh under the table of meetings or a hand on your shoulder as you organised her desk the other day.

Miranda grows frustrated at first, thinking you had in fact no desire for her. However, Wilhemina made sure to remind the other woman how much you had worked this week and of your interest and flirting to begin with.

Tonight Miranda is determined to finally make her intentions clear as she decides to take matters into her own hands. It was the evening now and Miranda made sure to pass some tasks onto Emily, so she would finally stop bossing you around. As everyone had left for the night, even Wilhemina, as the last traces of daylight faded from the New York sky, Miranda gets ready for her move.

With precision, she approaches your desk, her gaze fixates on you. ,,Y/N'' Miranda murmurs, her voice low and seductive. ,,I need to see you in my office''.

You look up from your computer, buried in some tasks up til now, your brow furrowing. ,,Now Miranda?'' only noticing now how late it was.

,,Now'' Miranda insist, her tone leaving no room for arguing.

Following Miranda, you feel the blood pumping through your veins, especially as she closes the door behind you. She walks over to the windows, closing the blinds, suddenly her office feeling private.

Without a word Miranda crosses the room, her movement purposeful and deliberate. You take a good look at her, the black suit, white shirt and red bell she is wearing, her heels making the slightest noise as she walks over to you. And right there it suddenly dawns on you what you had missed this week. Like some sort of dream you are just wakening from, you remember the hints she dropped you this week, her hand on your leg and all the attempts she made.

With a swift motion, Miranda pulls you into her embrace, her lips crashing against yours. A kiss that ignited a fire of desire. You are caught off guard by Miranda's actions. But surprised and attracted at her boldness, you respond the favour, your hands tangling in her hair as your bodies press against each other.

Miranda slowly pushes you to the direction of her desk, moving all the documents and books with one swift motion as she lays you down. Kisses trail down your neck, her hot breath on your body, whispering words of affection into your ear.

Your heels are discarded on the floor as your back hit the desk. Miranda's eyes meet yours as she takes your tights off, slipping under your skirt. ,,Now you've been blowing me off all week, are you sure this isn't what you want?'' she questions, a smirk playing on her lips.

You gulp hard, struggling to even answer her question as your breath gets caught in your throat. ,,I do- I.. I want you Miranda'' you whisper, your gaze wandering from her lips to her chest.

,,Now that's all... I wanted to hear'' she smirks before giving you exactly what you needed in that moment.

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As you wake up the following morning, you find yourself in Miranda's townhouse. Not exactly remembering how you got there, you get dressed, walking down the large hallway. The sun rises coating the white and modern place in a beautiful orange.

Approaching the kitchen you halt for a moment, seeing Miranda standing by the coffee maker, she must have let you sleep in a little as she was already dressed for the day. You take in her perfect features, the way her skirt complimented her body, her hair perfectly styled.

,,Good morning'' you mumble, announcing your presence, unsure what Miranda would be like this morning, knowing her icy personality at times.

,,Morning'' she smiles a little as she turns around and hands you a coffee in a to-go cup.

,,Come on, I'll take you to the office'' she announces, grabbing her handbag and coat.

,,You.. to the office?'' you stumble over your words, in disbelief she would take you there, with the risk of being seen.

,,Wilhemina will bring you some of your things so you can get ready there'' she announces with a slight smirk and you simply reach for the coffee with a thankful nod and comply, following the older woman out into the streets of New York.

A few hours later, you find yourself sitting by your desk, working through your schedule, Wilhemina of course having complied and brought you a bag to change and get ready. And through some miracle no one seems to have noticed either, however you aren't entirely sure if Miranda had pulled some strings and made sure the office was empty this morning.

It's Wilhemina's and Miranda's usual coffee ,,date'' by now, even though neither of them would ever remotely adress it as such. As you scan the room, you see Emily typing away on her computer, occasionally answering the phone. And you can't help but glance into your bosses office, taking in their features. They seem to feel more comfortable at this point, leaving the office door open, unless it's a private conversation.

Overhearing the conversation, you can't help but chuckle at the exchange between the two. ,,Can you believe the nerve of these interns Miranda?'' Wilhemina starts and sighs dramatically ,,One of them had the audacity to ask if they could take a lunch break'' she carries on.

Miranda simply raises an eyebrow before muttering ,,And what was your response? Wilhemina?''.

,,I told them that in this office, we don't take breaks, we make breakthroughs'' the redhead smirks ,,They looked like I just told them the world was ending'' she carries on.

Emily, feeling a little more comfortable around Wilhemina by now, actually having established some sense of a professional relationship can't help but roll her eyes in a playful way. ,,Oh please'' she begins, her voice ringing through the office.

,,You think you're so high and mighty, you're just Miranda's lapdog, same as the rest of us'' she sighs dramatically and you can't help but chuckle, used to these little exchanges by now.

You hear Wilhemina's laughter echoing through the office ,,At least I'm not the one fetching soy lattes every morning''.

,,You mean.. not anymore?'' Emily smirks, meeting your gaze.

Miranda interjects ,,Emily get me the latest issue of Runway and Wilhemina stop wasting my time with petty banter, we have work to do''.

And with those words, you simply chuckle to yourself before continuing your work, but somehow not being able to keep your eyes of either of the two women you work for.