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Batfam x Neglected!Future!Reader

Chapter 2

Hey Guys! How r u all feeling. Sorry that I had to post a ugly one before It was annoying I know. There was a error with my posting, appartly, I can't copy and paste a large txt. (From my doc I swear) So, I am tryping this out. By the way thx to al your love and support, I am litteraly so happy! I didn't think this series was a banger! Thx all the people who asked to tag them love you all soo much. Sorry that I have to tag you guy again! but have fun reading the same one, but better

Chapter 1

For a while, neither of them said anything. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on her knees, staring down at the wooden floor like it might explain how she got here. Alfred was still standing near the door. Hands folded. Back straight. Looking completely calm, like confused teenagers telling strange stories, was a normal part of his morning routine. Y/N sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. “So,” she said slowly, “you’re probably thinking I lost my mind.” Alfred tilted his head slightly, still polite, still calm. “My duty is to ensure your comfort and well-being, Miss Y/N, not to make such assumptions.”

She gave a quiet snort. “Yeah… sure you wouldn’t.” Her eyes drifted to the mirror again without meaning to. The girl staring back still didn’t look like the person she remembered. Not the same face, nor anyone that she even knew of. Softer. No scars. No tired eyes from years of war. She looked away quickly and back at Alfred. “I’m not from this time,” she said. Alfred blinked once, his hands remaining perfectly folded. “I see.” Y/N pointed at him immediately. “Ah! That's right there! That’s the face people make when they’re pretending they understand something but actually don’t believe a word of it.” Alfred looked mildly surprised at the directness. “I assure you, Miss Y/N, I am affording your story the deepest level of consideration possible.” “No you’re not. You’re doing the polite version of pretending.” Alfred cleared his throat softly. “My concern is your recent shock, Miss. I am simply attempting to establish the facts."

“Alright. I’ll just say it then.” She took a breath. “I’m from the future.” The room stayed quiet. Alfred watched her, his expression unreadable. “…The future,” he repeated, the sound even and measured, as if reading a label. “Yes.” Y/N waited for a bigger reaction, but none came. “You really don’t believe me.” Another moment passed. Y/N studied him closely. It had become a habit during the war. You learned to read people fast. Small things. Tiny movements. The way someone shifted their weight or tightened their shoulders. Alfred looked calm. But there was a little stiffness in his posture now. And the corner of his eyebrow had twitched earlier. Yeah. He didn’t believe her. He just wasn’t rude enough to say it.

Y/N sighed again. “Look,” she said, “I get it. If some teenager woke up in my house and said they were from the future, I’d probably think they hit their head too.” “I would instead suggest a professional medical consultation to ascertain the cause of your distress,” Alfred said gently. “But you’re thinking a concussion.” “I am merely considering all reasonable, non-cosmic possibilities, Miss Y/N.” Y/N pointed at him again. “There. See? That’s exactly what I mean. Reasonable, non-cosmic.” She groaned quietly. “Alright, fine. Let me explain a little more.” Alfred nodded politely. “I am listening.”

Y/N looked up toward the ceiling like she was trying to picture something far away. “In about… a hundred years or something like that, aliens show up.” Alfred paused, lifting one hand slightly as if to halt a sudden thought. “To be clear, Miss Y/N, you are referring to extra-terrestrial life forms.” “Ehhhh… I won’t say that. Because all we found out was that they first came to Greenland and spread towards Canada, so most of the people evacuated to Asia to survive.” She rubbed her face again, tired. “They’re fast,” she continued. “Really fast. And ugly. Like… unbelievably ugly. They track us through vibrations, so we were taught to walk in a way that is unnatural for humans. Animals were not their target… mostly humans, then came monkeys.”

Alfred nodded slowly. “I imagine that would be… unpleasant.” “That’s a one way of saying it.” Y/N shifted a little on the bed. “They wipe out cities pretty quickly. Governments collapse. Military tries to hold things together, but there are just too many of them.” Alfred’s face stayed calm, but there was real concern there now. “That sounds… quite devastating.” “Yeah,” Y/N said quietly. “It really is.” Alfred watched her carefully. Y/N noticed right away. He still didn’t fully believe her story. But he did believe she had gone through something bad. Just not aliens-destroying-the-world bad. She sighed. “You still think I’m making it up.” “I did not say that.”

“You didn’t need to.” He paused. “I will admit… it is difficult to imagine.” “Yeah. I figured.” Y/N leaned forward again. “Okay, here’s the weirdest part,” she said. “I died.” That finally made Alfred react more. His eyebrows pulled together slightly. “You… died?” “Yeah.” “And yet you are… sitting here.” “Exactly.” Alfred looked honestly confused now. “And you believe you somehow returned to this time.” “I didn’t say I believe it,” Y/N said. “I’m trying to understand it just like you.” He stayed quiet for a moment. Y/N studied him again, then tilted her head slightly. “You were military.” Alfred looked surprised. “…pardon?” “You move like someone trained,” she said. “And you stand like someone who’s used to following orders.”

Alfred didn’t answer immediately. “That is… quite an observation.” “I’m good at reading people.” “So it seems.” She shrugged. “War teaches you that.” Alfred looked thoughtful now. “And in this future war… what did you do?” Y/N made a face. “I was Commander and Director of Strategic Engineering Command… SEC… Call in science stuff.” “That is… a great deal of responsibility.” “Yeah. It wasn’t fun.” She looked around the room again, slowly. “Drywall, unreinforced glass, and a communication device that requires manual input? This house has a 98 percent tactical failure rate.” Then he cleared his throat again. “Well… Miss Y/N.”

“Yeah?” “If what you are saying is true… then you have knowledge of events that have not happened yet.” “Exactly.” “And those events are… very dangerous.” “Extremely.” Alfred folded his hands again. “And what do you plan to do with that knowledge?” he asked Y/N looked down at the floor for a moment. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Part of me thinks I should try to stop it somehow.” “And the other part?” She glanced toward the mirror again. “The other part is still trying to understand why I’m 16 again.” “That is… fair.” Alfred nodded slowly. Then he added gently, “Whatever the explanation may be, you appear to have gone through something very difficult.” Y/N looked at him. “…you still think I’m crazy.” “I think,” Alfred said carefully, “that your version of reality is presently incompatible with my own, but I do not doubt your sincerity.” She watched him for a second, then smiled.

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Batfam x Neglected!Future!reader

Chapter 1

Guys, I finished faster than I would! Pls tell me how it is. I'm still getting the hang of dividers, and I'll make a masterlist when I write a couple more stories. But Pls tell me what u guys think!

Chapter 2

The sky was burning. That was the last thing Y/N remembered. Smoke filled the air so thick it felt like breathing through cloth. The city around her had already collapsed into rubble hours ago. Buildings torn open, streets cracked apart, cars flipped over like toys. The sound was the worst part. Not the explosions. Not even the gunfire. The screaming.

“LEFT SIDE!” someone shouted through the comms. “They’re climbing the wall!”

Y/N turned and fired without even thinking. The rifle kicked hard into her shoulder. One of the creatures dropped, but two more were already climbing over it. Her lungs burned. She had been fighting for hours. Maybe longer. Time didn't mean much anymore during the war.

“Commander! Do you copy?” someone yelled into the radio. Nothing but static came back.

“Of course,” Y/N muttered under her breath. “Fantastic timing.”

She checked the rifle quickly. Six rounds. Not great odds. A soldier beside her screamed suddenly as something dragged him straight off the ground. One second he was there, the next he was gone. Y/N grabbed the grenade from her belt.

“Fall back!” someone shouted somewhere behind her.

Too late for that. The creature lunged toward her. There was a bright flash. Then nothing.

The quiet was wrong. That was the first thing she noticed. No explosions. No shouting. No rumbling from the sky. No gunfire echoes across broken buildings. Just silence. Y/N’s eyes snapped open. For a few seconds, she didn’t move at all. Training kicked in before her thoughts did. Scan first. Her eyes moved slowly across the room. Wood ceiling. Curtains. A dresser. Her brain struggled to catch up. This wasn’t a military base. This wasn’t the battlefield. Her hand shook slightly against the blanket. A blanket. A normal blanket.

“…what?”

Her voice sounded rough, like she hadn’t used it in a long time. She slowly sat up in bed. The room looked… old. Not destroyed old. Just… old-fashioned. Heavy wooden furniture, thick curtains, and a patterned rug on the floor. Looked like she travelled 100 years back… It looked like something from a history book.

“This… doesn’t make sense.”

She swung her legs off the side of the bed. Her feet touched the floor, and she paused there, trying to figure out where she was. Then she heard footsteps outside the door. Immediately, every muscle in her body tensed. Her head snapped toward the door. The footsteps were calm. Slow. Still dangerous. The door opened. An older man stepped inside. Grey hair. Clean suit like from the 2030’s, but no one wears suits anymore, shirts are formal enough.

“Ah,” the man said calmly. “You are awake.”

Y/N moved instantly. She jumped off the bed and backed away fast until her shoulder touched the wall. Her hands were already raised, ready to fight if she had to.

“Stop right there.”

The man froze immediately. He looked surprised but not frightened. “Miss Y/N,” he said carefully, “there is no need for alarm-”

Y/N was already moving again. She crossed the room quickly and grabbed the curtain, pulling it shut over the window. The sunlight disappeared and the room dimmed.

“You shouldn’t leave windows open like that,” she said quietly, almost scolding. “Movement gets noticed.”

The man blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

She turned back toward him, watching him carefully. “You walked straight into the room without checking anything,” she said. “And you stood in the doorway like a target. That’s not good training.”

The man looked confused now. “I… see.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What rank are you?”

He hesitated. “…Rank?”

“Yes. Rank.”

The man straightened slightly. “My name is Alfred Pennyworth.” She stared at him.

“That’s a name.”

“Yes.”

“That’s not a rank. God, who in the world gave you the training? The Flow Rid 2 batch?”

“Miss… are you okay?.”

She rubbed her forehead slowly. “Are you military?”

“I am… a butler.”

Y/N blinked. “A what?”

“A butler.”

She stared at him like maybe she misheard. “You’re not a soldier.”

“No.”

She exhaled slowly. “Okay. That’s… strange. What are you from the 2030’s?”

Her eyes moved around the room again. That was when she noticed the mirror. Her gaze landed on it and she froze. A girl stared back at her But something felt wrong. Y/N slowly stepped closer. The reflection moved with her. She studied it carefully. The face was younger. Much younger. No scars. Her stomach twisted. She lifted her hand slowly. The reflection lifted its hand.

Y/N jumped back suddenly. “What—”

Alfred stepped forward slightly, concerned. “Miss Y/N?”

She was staring at the mirror like it was some kind of trick. “That’s not right.”

“That is… a mirror.”

“I know what a mirror is.”

Her voice was quieter now. Confused. She walked closer again, slower this time. The girl in the mirror looked like a teen.. Y/N touched her own face carefully. The reflection copied her. “…how old am I?”

Alfred blinked. “You are 16, Miss Y/N.”

Her heart dropped. That didn’t make sense. She looked down at her hands. No scars. Her voice was quieter now. “What year is it?”

“2025.”

She shook her head immediately. “No. Did you hit your head on a wall?” Alfred frowned slightly.

“I assure you-”

“That’s not possible.” She turned away from the mirror and sat on the edge of the bed again, trying to think.

That meant the war hadn’t happened yet. The aliens hadn’t arrived yet. Everything she had lived through… hadn’t happened yet. SHE IS MORE THAN 100 YEARS BACK!!! Her mind spun.

After a minute she looked up at Alfred again. He was watching her carefully now. Concern clear on his face. “Miss Y/N… are you feeling unwell?”

She ignored that question. “Where is this place?”

“This is Wayne Manor.”

She frowned. “…where is that.”

Alfred blinked again. “Gotham City.”

She stared at him blankly. “…I don’t know where that is.”

That actually surprised him. “You… live here.”

“I don’t remember it.”

He looked genuinely concerned now. “Miss Y/N, perhaps you should lie down—”

“No.” She shook her head. “I need information.” She rubbed her temples slowly. “I studied history. Ancient history mostly. That was easier… older things make more sense. But Gotham… I don’t remember that place.” Alfred watched her carefully.

“You truly do not remember where you are.”

“No.” She said, “I was just fighting whipsicks at the Japan Gap Wall… they were climbing the wall… The aliens were invading the last city… Do you even know what a whipsick is?”

“Miss, I believe you are feeling sick, and yet to realize.”

“NO!”

“And you believe you were… fighting in a war.”

“Yes.”

“With… aliens.”

“Yes.”

Alfred was quiet for a moment. “…that is a rather unusual claim.”

“I know.” Her voice wasn’t panicked now. Just confused.

“I remember the battlefield clearly. The noise. The creatures. The war. Then a flash of light.” She looked down at her hands again. “And now I’m here.” Alfred folded his hands in front of him.

“I see.” He clearly didn’t understand. But he wasn’t dismissing her either. That helped a little. Y/N looked back at the mirror again. The younger version of her stared back.

“…this is weird,” she said quietly.

Alfred nodded slightly. “Yes… I imagine it is.”

SOOOOooooo, how was that?! Should I continue down this path or change it up a bit?! Also, guys, if you have antipssipideasidea on how I can make your reading experiencebetter p, please DO NOT HESITATE TO CONTACT ME!

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I really love ur Devil wears prada chapter 1 so much!!! Could you possible upload another chapter since i'm intriqued! But of course take your time with it, don't rush! But i'm so curious and intriqued by the story!

OFC!!!! Gosh, I have no idea when this came into my inbox. But OFC I will, I just have no idea how to take The Devil Wears Prada from now at chapter 3... So, I will write it as soon as I get ideas!!!.

BTW people remember a while ago, I was talking about Alcina Dimitersu x Neglected reader? Should I post an idea for that too?

Also, Thank You for all your support for the Multiverse traveller Reader x Batfam. I am also thinking of writing a story for that. I will try to post Chapter One for both of them by the end of this week!!!

Stay tuned!

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Another Batfam x Neglected!Reader Idea

Hey guys! Hope y'all doin' good. I am back with yet another idea.

Batfam x neglected reader, but the reader is a multiverse! traveler. Like she travels universes and dimensions. But batfam has no idea, well, because they are busy neglected readers. Reader at first actually did try to make good bonds with them, but constant brushing off made her lose all her hope. Then, the reader discovers multiverse traveling. (How? Idk, this idea is pretty new...) Then she starts traveling and all, then one day she was summoned by other travelers. (Think like Spider-Verse HQ) And the reader has a pretty high name in that HQ because unbeknownst to her, she has been helping the universes continue their canon events. Then, when she was at her home universe (batfam one) she met a person from another universe at the manor. Both of them were confused, cuz the other person had no idea why the reader is in this universe. Will this change canon events of the reader's own universe? Will this affect the past or the future? can reader slip from that person and Alfred? Will Alfred find out? damn what will the batfam think?

Guys pls help me fill in the gaps and make this seed into a tree!!!

if you want to write the story, just do it. But tag me.

Also, the Future!Reader x Batfam idea is in the works, I am planning to finish it by Friday the 13...

Peace out!

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A Batfam x Neglected!Reader Idea

Hey, fellas, I am back!

Hope u all are doing well, I have come up with what I think is a banger Idea. Do tell me if I should write it.

It’s Batfam x neglected reader. But the reader is actually from the future, the future reader has passed away in a war with aliens. (Take the future story of the movie The Tomorrow War starring Chris Pratt) So neglected!reader was very much neglected, and the future!reader was a very important figure in the war with aliens. She is amazing at tech and fighting cuz well, she is from the future. Also, she was very smart back in her time, too. And now she is back in a teenage girl’s body,100-150 years back in the past. And that reader is neglected. Will future readers want to return to save the future or make the people in the past aware of it and try to prevent the alien attack? Is she gonna build a time machine? Will the batfam notice her? Will she take revenge on the batfam for ignoring the neglected!reader?

Should I do it?

Btw, if you wanna write it, feel free to. Just tag me!

Thx! see u later

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The Devil Wears Prada 2 May 1, 2026

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I really love u so much!!! I have some fandom requests! Since from what I have seen u are amazing at angst!!! Can u do Batfam x neglected reader and make Alfred (butler) a big character!!!

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OMG! yes ofc! I love u so much tooo! ofc I will try to write that I soon as I possibly can! Pls do ask if u want me to write any other fandoms too!!!

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An update

Wassup kids! I saw people liking both the chapter, and I love y'all so much. Note: even if I see one person asking more, I will make more just for u. (It's just for you). And yes, I will be releasing both chapters either today or tomorrow! So stay tuned!

Signing out, Mr.Poe.

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Chapter 3 (but with a twist)

This is for @theonegeekgirl for their amazing idea (nothing goes unheard from me)

Chapter 1 — The One Who Stayed Cold

Miranda Priestly’s eldest daughter learned early that silence was safer than sound. Words only invited disappointment, emotion only invited rejection.

So Y/N learned to be quiet, perfectly quiet, the kind of quiet that made people uncomfortable, because it wasn’t meek. It was calculated. Detached. A silence that could slice.

By the time she turned sixteen, she had stopped waiting for her mother’s approval and began to build her own. Top of her class. Model student. No scandals, no distractions. She learned to smile politely at compliments and move past them before they could settle.

Her mother, of course, barely noticed.

When college acceptance letters arrived, Miranda’s only comment had been, “Columbia. Expected.” No congratulations. No I’m proud of you. Just expectation, cold and clinical.

Y/N told herself it didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.

And yet… every time she walked past her mother’s office, every time she saw the twins laughing with her, that old ache twisted deeper. The same one she’d buried years ago under ambition and sarcasm.

At Columbia, she thrived. On paper. She spoke little, studied hard, and carried herself like she was perpetually two steps ahead of everyone else. Professors admired her. She was polite, brilliant, and utterly unreachable.

But every so often, she’d catch herself staring at mothers hugging daughters on campus move-in days or laughing over coffee on weekends, and her chest would tighten in quiet envy.

She never called home. Not until she found out her mother had missed the twins’ winter recital.

The call came from Cassidy, her younger sister. “She said she was stuck in Miami. Work thing. Didn’t even text.”

Y/N could hear the wobble in her sister’s voice, that same tremor she used to have, the one Miranda’s indifference carved into all of them.

Something inside Y/N snapped.

Before she could think twice, she was on the subway heading downtown, fury burning through her like electricity.

Miranda’s office was exactly as she remembered: glass, chrome, silence. The new assistant ,a brunette with soft eyes and too much sincerity for this place — was trying to organize a stack of portfolios.

“Miss Priestly isn’t—” the assistant began.

But Y/N was already storming past her, heels sharp against the floor.

She slammed open the office door. “Do you even realize what you’re doing to them?”

Miranda didn’t look up from her laptop. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“The twins,” Y/N spat. “They had their recital tonight. You promised them you’d come.”

“I was in Miami,” Miranda said, as if that explained everything.

“You chose to be in Miami,” Y/N shot back. “You always do. You chose it with me, and now you’re choosing it with them.”

Miranda’s eyes flicked up, sharp, tired, defensive. “I don’t have time for this melodrama. My assistant failed to secure the proper flights. It was beyond my control.”

“Then maybe,” Y/N hissed, “you shouldn’t plan trips that make you miss the few moments your children actually want you there.”

For the first time, Miranda went silent. Her hand froze on her pen.

The air between them pulsed with the kind of tension neither could stand.

Y/N exhaled sharply and turned to leave, and that’s when she saw her.

The assistant was standing by the door, trying to make herself invisible. Her face was flushed, her hands clutching a folder like a shield.

Andy Sachs.

Y/N’s gaze caught hers for half a second, and something shifted.

She wasn’t what Y/N expected. Not the usual polished, trembling fashion interns her mother chewed up and spat out. This one looked real. A little overwhelmed, maybe, but… kind.

Their eyes met.

Andy blinked, then managed a small, awkward smile, the kind of smile that looked genuine in a place that punished sincerity.

Y/N didn’t smile back. But she paused. Just for a heartbeat.

Miranda noticed.

“Close the door on your way out, Y/N,” she said, voice like ice.

Y/N did. But she didn’t forget that look, the one Andy gave her. Curious. Concerned. Maybe even understanding.

For the first time in years, someone had looked at her not like Miranda’s daughter, not like a disappointment, not like a shadow.

Just… her.

And though Y/N would never admit it, not even to herself, that look stayed with her for a long, long time...

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Miranda Pristly's First Daughter

Alright, Devil Wears the Prada is one of my favorites, if it's also your favorite comment down below (Feels like talking in a YouTube video.)

Warnings: Angst. Hurt but no comfort (if you want I make one with comfort) poor wording (I didn't know if it's a warning, but why not) no happy ending, platonic. reader is Miranda's daughter. (if there is something I mess, please comment)

If you didn't watch the movie Devil Wears the Prada, please watch it. I highly recommend it, it's a movie worth you're time.

Credits to whoever the image belongs

Here we go

Y/n is Miranda's first child. Y/n is the daughter of Miranda's first husband and first love.

After his death, Miranda poured herself into work. Causing to loss of the relationship with Y/N

Miranda slowly ignored Y/n.

After a bit, the twins came and took all the love and attention. Causing Y/n to be distant even more.

Nevertheless, Y/n always tried to make Miranda spend time with her. But Miranda refused every time. Y/n was losing hope.

Once, Y/n tried to make Miranda have dinner with her. Since it’s been nearly a year they had dinner together. Miranda gets fed up and shouts hurtful things at Y/n. Something like this “Why don’t you ever leave me alone?! Always asking this and that? Is the money I give you enough to shut you up?! Can’t you fucking see that I am busy and come home to take a rest and you are being a pain. Don’t you have something productive to do other than being a pain up my ass?!... God, I wish I never had you”

Though she said that last thing to herself it was hearable. Y/n was heartbroken after she heard her own mother say those hurtful things. 

y/n replied “ I am really sorry I never thought I was that… of a pain to you… I will never bother you anymore. I am really sorry”

With that Y/n left for her room. And Y/n didn’t come down to eat dinner.

Y/n was a woman of her word.

The next day, when Miranda came home, she forgot what happened that night because she was busy all day. So as usual Miranda expected Y/n to annoy her again.

But Y/n knowing Miranda was home, didn’t come down and stayed in her room for the rest of the night. 

Miranda didn't even notice that the last time she saw Y/n was the night she yelled at her.

The next morning Y/n left early because she didn’t want to face Miranda. 

When Miranda came out, she didn’t see y/n. For some time she didn’t even remember y/n. But when the Twins came down, she remembered y/n.

When she didn’t catch a glaze of Y/n she thought Y/n left early. Which was true but she doesn’t know why. 

When Miranda comes back. Lizzie is the woman who takes care of both the house and the children when Miranda is not there. Mostly all the time, even when Miranda was there. Lizzie said “Oh and Miranda, Y/n is with her friends. She will come back late or at the same time you go to sleep. Tell her to eat dinner or at least half of it, even if she said that she ate the dinner… oh, and if she didn’t come just go to sleep.”

Miranda heard half of what Lizze said and just nodded. 

But Y/n didn’t come. So Miranda went to sleep. 

This went on for so many months. And Miranda didn’t care much. 

Y/n never tried to earn Miranda’s love anymore.

Alright if you want more just ask.

Until next time, it's me T.K Charming.

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Now I want to fanfic about the first daughter. After that she will become cold, emotionless... Deep down inside, she longed for the love and tenderness her mother did not give her. Throughout her teenage years, she may try to rebel, to disobey, to test the limits of what her mother will allow.

Eventually, she will enter college. Columbia probably. Because although she won't admit it, she takes after her mother and wants to succeed, so she had to go to the Ivy League. Not that she's gonna get any credit from her mother for that. She avoids contact with her as much as possible. And since Miranda has her hands full, she doesn't mind.

But what does bother her is that what she's been through, her younger sisters are now starting to experience. Which bothers her. She wants to protect them from that. One day, when her mother misses her sisters' recital like this because she had to plan a trip to Miami, where she's stuck, she gets angry.

She storms into her mother's office, angry, and scolds her about what a terrible mother she is. Miranda knows this, but refuses to admit it and give her the benefit of the doubt. She mentions something about her new assistant's incompetence. Not that her daughter cares, because she shouldn't have planned the trip to Miami in the first place. So she takes one fleeting glance at her new assistant and suddenly pauses.

This is how she first meets Andy. And Andy first meets Miranda's daughter, who until then she had no idea existed. This is where their romance begins.

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This is amazing!! I might use this part 4, who knows?

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Part 3 Miranda Priestly x First!Neglected!Daughter.

I tried story type...

3 weeks

That’s how long Y/N had been gone. 3 weeks of polite police reports and fading headlines. 3 weeks of Miranda pretending to work, to sleep, to breathe. The twins still asked about their sister sometimes, voices careful, as if saying her name too loudly might shatter what was left of their mother.

Miranda didn’t know when the house stopped feeling like home. Maybe it was the first morning she realized no one had touched the piano. Maybe it was when she stopped making coffee for two. The silence had become something alive, now thick, heavy, deliberate.

It was Lizzie who finally said it. “You haven’t gone into her room since she left.”

Miranda hadn’t. Couldn’t. But that night, after everyone was asleep, she did.

Y/N’s door opened with a sound that made Miranda wince. The air inside was stale but familiar, the faint scent of lavender, of graphite, of something quietly human. Dust had gathered along the edges of the desk, on the lamp, on the shelf. Everything looked the same, perfectly untouched.

She sat on the bed, her hand brushing the nightstand. Something shifted, a soft scrape of paper against wood. Miranda frowned, leaned closer, and pulled it free.

A photograph.

It had been there the entire time. Hidden just beneath the edge of a book, flattened by dust.

She turned it over and froze.

Y/N.

Her hair loose, her smile small but real. Standing in front of a small café, holding a takeaway cup. Next to her, unmistakably, was Andrea Sachs.

Andrea, her hair shorter, her posture softer, her hand resting lightly on Y/N’s shoulder. Both of them were looking at something off-camera, laughing.

Miranda’s throat tightened.

On the back of the photograph, written in Y/N’s handwriting, were four words: It was fun, better than at home!

Miranda sat there for a long time, staring at the message until the letters blurred. She realized, with a sick twist in her stomach, that the picture must have been there for weeks, maybe since the day Y/N left. She’d walked past it every morning, every night, never once noticing.

She ran her thumb across the handwriting. It was faintly smudged, as if someone’s tear, or maybe rain, had blurred the last word.

That night, Miranda opened her laptop for the first time in months. She typed Andrea Sachs’s name into the search bar. The results flooded in: freelance journalist, advocacy columns, community outreach projects. A recent article caught her eye, “Listening to the Lost: Mentorship Through Art for At-Risk Youth.”

The article had a photo. Andrea was standing in a group of teenagers, art supplies, sketchbooks, and faces that were wary but hopeful. Miranda’s eyes scanned the crowd once, then again.

In the back, half turned away, sketchbook in hand... Y/N.

The screen flickered under the weight of her stare.

The timestamp read: Published three days ago.

Miranda’s breath caught, the kind of breath you take when a dream feels too close to be real.

She reached for her phone, hesitated, then dialed the only number she remembered by heart. Andrea’s.

It rang once. Twice. Then a click.

A voice, calm, composed, and unmistakably hers. “Miranda?”

Miranda’s throat worked, but no sound came.

Andrea exhaled softly on the other end. “I was wondering when you’d finally find the picture.”

Miranda’s fingers tightened around the phone. “…Where is she?”

Silence.

How was that???? Tell me if u want more.

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I am back!

Wassup! I am back yet again. Guess what I just saw! All the love and attention for Miranda X, the neglected first daughter. I love y'all so much *wiping tears* I know back I might have been cringe with "Buckle up, Buttercup, Mr.Poe just woke up" and shit. But don't u worry, that's no longer the issue. And good news, I'm gonna post part 3 for Miranda X's first daughter today!!! (I had it in my drafts, just didn't get the time to finish.)

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

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Why is Chicken Banana so catchy?!

Buckle up, buttercup, Mr.Poe just woke up!

I was just scrolling through videos like a normal person, when I heard it. “Chiiiiicken… bananaaaa~” And I don’t know what happened after that because my brain… left.

I thought it would be one of those weird little sounds you hear once and forget. But no. This thing moved in. Rent-free. It’s now living in my head next to that one Vine of the kid saying “fre shavocado.”

I caught myself humming it while washing dishes. Humming. A fake song. About tasty-animal and fruit.

And you know what? I kind of get it. These Gen Alpha kids are out here creating unhinged masterpieces while I’m struggling to remember if I took my allergy meds. Their sense of humor is bizarre, surreal, and terrifyingly effective. I salute them. I fear them. (but they gotta chill out a bit too)

I’m saying this is not a type of song I want in my head. And why is it so catchy?!

Sighed, wrote, and had a snack, Mr. Poe’s off, might not come back!