#Tdwp

[lem0on-s]

Andy meets Patricia

Inspired by 'the price of coffee' by NavalCat

[marie-moreaus]

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA (2006) dir. David Frankel

[isabelle-bt]

The Devil Prefers Women

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA (2006) dir. David Frankel

[jiminomenon]

what if a colleague of karina starts taking interest on assistant! reader 😩😩

good question.

from my series: the devil wears prada

it started out as something harmless.

one of jimin’s colleagues—perhaps a fellow model, someone just as rich and well-connected as she was—took an interest in her assistant. in y/n. maybe it was because of the way she handled jimin’s impossible demands with a straight face, or the way she carried herself, always so composed, so unshaken by the chaos that surrounded jimin’s world. or maybe it was just because they found her attractive.

whatever the reason, it began subtly. lingering glances, offhand compliments, the occasional teasing remark whenever jimin wasn’t around.

“you know, jimin’s lucky to have you,” the model—let’s call him jaemin—said one evening at an industry event. y/n had been standing off to the side, watching over jimin’s things while she mingled with people far above her pay grade.

she glanced at him, slightly wary. “lucky?”

jaemin grinned, charming and effortless. “yeah. you put up with her. do you know how many people would’ve quit after the first month?”

y/n chuckled. “i try not to think about it.”

he tilted his head, studying her with open interest. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you outside of work. do you go to these things often?”

she shook her head. “only when i have to.”

“shame,” he mused. “i think you��d enjoy them more if you weren’t stuck babysitting.”

y/n huffed a laugh, glancing toward jimin, who was deep in conversation with a designer. “i don’t mind.”

jaemin raised a brow, amused. “really? she’s that good of a boss?”

y/n hesitated for a fraction of a second. “she has her moments.”

he smirked. “so that’s a no.”

before y/n could respond, a voice cut in.

“is there a problem?”

jimin.

her tone was neutral, but there was an edge to it—one that made jaemin’s smirk widen slightly, as if he had expected this. y/n straightened, suddenly feeling like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t, even though she had done nothing wrong.

“no problem,” jaemin said smoothly. “just getting to know your lovely assistant. you never introduce her to anyone, you know. it’s almost like you’re hiding her.”

jimin’s gaze flickered to y/n, unreadable. “she’s not here to socialize.”

jaemin chuckled. “right, right. just here to follow you around like a shadow.”

“exactly.” jimin’s smile was polite, but there was something sharp behind it. “if you’re done, i need her.”

jaemin held up his hands in surrender. “of course. wouldn’t want to get in your way.” he turned back to y/n, flashing her an easy grin. “see you around, y/n.

y/n gave him a small nod, unsure of what else to do.

as soon as he walked away, jimin grabbed her wrist—not harshly, but firmly enough to pull her a step closer.

“don’t talk to him,” she said— well, demanded lowly.

y/n blinked. “what?”

“jaemin,” jimin responded, jaw tight. “don’t talk to him.”

y/n frowned. “why? he was just making conversation.”

jimin scoffed. “he was flirting with you.”

y/n stared at her. “so?”

jimin’s grip on her wrist tightened slightly before she let go, expression unreadable. “just don’t,” she muttered, before turning and walking away.

y/n watched her go, confusion swirling in her chest.

because that almost sounded like jealousy.

the thought was ridiculous. it had to be. jimin didn’t care about things like that. she didn’t care about her like that... right?

yet, jimin’s words echoed in her head. don’t talk to him. her fingers still tingled where jimin had gripped her wrist, and for a moment, she wondered if she should just let it go. maybe jimin was just in a mood again.

but then, jimin suddenly stopped a few feet away. without even turning around, she spoke.

“well?”

y/n blinked. “…well what?”

jimin turned, looking at her expectantly, like she was waiting for something obvious. “are you coming?”

y/n just stared at her. “do i have a choice?”

jimin raised a brow, unimpressed. “stay by my side.”

y/n huffed. “or what?”

jimin narrowed her eyes. “if i lose sight of you, you’re fired.”

y/n let out an exaggerated, dramatic eye roll. “oh, please.”

jimin only tilted her head, waiting.

y/n exhaled through her nose, reluctantly closing the distance between them, falling into step beside her.

jimin, satisfied, didn’t say anything more.

but the way she held herself, a little more at ease now that y/n was back where she belonged, didn’t go unnoticed.

[ichigobattt]

i haven’t recovered from my mirandy brainrot 🤧

[wouldgaysexfixthem]

would gay sex fix them?

[gaygnocchi]

love in an elevator

[marvelousmerylstreep]

everyone say thank you to meryl streep for providing a mamma mia and devil wears prada reunion at the same event 🙏🏻

[whyamistaying]

i want what they have

[mgthejerkbender]

The last Miranda pic I’ve been working on

[cmlmrbl]

mirandy — maps (my andrea, please stay)

[scarlet-heels]

Miranda and Andy reconnecting on a date two years after the events if TDWP

[isabelle-bt]

New pride issue out: Read all the gossip and fashion tips and tricks from our very own Devil In Prada. Coming to a store near you!

[phantomstatistician]

Tag: Older Woman/Younger Woman

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Source: AO3

[jiminomenon]

how would jimin react if one day yn came into work with lipstick stains/hickeys on her? would she be jealous or upset

from my series: the devil wears prada

y/n didn’t think much of it when she stepped into jimin’s penthouse that morning. she was running on four hours of sleep, an empty stomach, and a mildly burned neck from rushing through her morning routine. she barely even looked in the mirror before heading out—too focused on not being late.

jimin, however, noticed immediately.

the second y/n stepped inside, jimin’s eyes zeroed in on the faint reddish mark near her collarbone. she was lounging on her expensive white couch, one manicured hand holding a coffee cup, the other lazily scrolling through her phone.

“what the hell is that?”

y/n blinked, still half-asleep. “what?”

jimin set her coffee down, sitting up straight. “on your neck.”

y/n frowned and instinctively reached up, fingers brushing against the small burn. “oh. it’s nothing—”

“nothing?” jimin scoffed. “it doesn’t look like nothing.”

y/n, still groggy, didn’t process the way jimin’s voice shifted—the slight edge, the way her usual bratty tone was just a bit sharper.

“it’s just a burn,” y/n yawned, setting her bag down on the counter. “from my straightener.”

jimin didn’t look convinced. “really.”

“yes, really.”

silence.

jimin’s gaze flickered to the mark again, her fingers twitching slightly—like she wanted to reach out and inspect it herself but refused to make it that obvious. her mind, however, was already running wild. because what if y/n was lying? what if—no.

jimin leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms. “well, it looks like something else.”

y/n, still completely oblivious, simply grabbed a tablet from the counter and started scrolling through the day’s schedule. “yeah? like what?”

jimin’s jaw tightened. “like a hickey.”

y/n froze.

slowly, she turned to look at jimin, eyebrows raising. “a what?”

“you heard me.” jimin huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “i don’t know what you were doing last night, but you should at least try to cover it up. it’s unprofessional.”

y/n blinked, then—oh.

the realization hit her all at once.

she looked at jimin, really looked at her—the crossed arms, the slightly pursed lips, the way her usual smug expression was forced rather than natural. and then there was the way her gaze kept flickering back to y/n’s neck, like she couldn’t help herself.

oh, this was good.

y/n bit back a grin. “huh. didn’t know you cared so much about my personal life.”

jimin scoffed. “i don’t.”

“mmhmm.”

“i just don’t want people thinking my assistant is running around with—” she waved a hand vaguely, ”—whoever, when she should be focused on me.”

“focused on you?” y/n teased, tilting her head.

jimin glared. “you know what i mean.”

“i really don’t.”

jimin let out an exasperated sigh, standing up abruptly. “whatever. if you want to flaunt your little love bites around like an idiot, be my guest.”

y/n snickered. “you’re jealous.”

“am not!”

y/n hummed in amusement, setting her tablet down before walking right up to jimin, closing the distance between them. jimin didn’t step back, but her jaw did tighten just a little.

“relax,” y/n smirked. “it’s really just a burn. unless you want it to be something else?”

jimin narrowed her eyes. “you’re annoying.”

y/n grinned. “and yet, you’re the one who noticed it first.”

jimin opened her mouth to argue but ultimately just huffed and turned on her heel, walking away dramatically. “i don’t care anymore.”

y/n laughed, shaking her head.

because she knew jimin cared.