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dhfurlan · 1 year
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Chapter 47 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Confused about what may or may not be true, Miranda's only certainty is pain. Although hope, even if she refuses to believe, is still present in her heart.
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phantomstatistician · 23 days
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Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
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multimilfs · 2 years
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Emily Charlton x Fem!Reader: Crisis Mode 
Summary: "Ew. Get away from me. No--not you. You stay."
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A/N: I chose to do this for Emily because the line feels so perfect for her. I've never really written her before so this was a lot of fun!! So fun in fact that I'm pumping this out before work haha. I hope you all like it!
Prompts found here!
Tag List: @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul
Warning(s): None
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Though it was par for the course by now, you’ll never get used to rounding the corner and hearing Emily’s frazzled “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.” With a job like her’s, it was impossible to blame her for how she had to stay afloat. Miranda—amazing and talented as she is—can be the devil to work for. 
You came in early on the hunch that something was going to go terribly wrong. Sometime mid-trip, you wondered if that was just how it felt to work at Runway anymore; but you were too close to the office to turn around. When you stroll through the doors to see everything in pure chaos, you know it was the right choice.
The first thing you register is Nigel running past you. Not a speed-walk or a jog, sprinting. Jocelyn follows at his heels babbling under her breath. On instinct, you make a beeline for the desks outside of Miranda’s office. If they were acting like this, she couldn’t be here yet. 
That’s when Emily’s mantra reaches your ears and you know the day is going up in flames. The second assistant is silent, staring between her computer screen and the papers on her desk like she couldn’t read a word of it. She looked haunted. Dark shadows under her eyes and pale skin tell you she is either very sick or severely malnourished—though you saw that often enough—and you need to get her away from Emily before she ruins anything. 
“You,” You say, pointing to the second assistant as both snapped their heads to you, “Go get something to eat. I don’t care if it’s a dried cranberry or something greasy, go, and don’t come back until you can do your job.” 
Emily hisses out your name and you ignore it until the second assistant leaves, then she snaps, “What do you think you’re doing!?” 
“Getting her out of the way. She wasn’t going to be of any help to you, Em. Now, tell me what’s going on.” 
Emily takes a deep breath and all of the days problems are unloaded; The Central Park shoot was canceled for some official city event, the new collection of Prada belts have gone missing, Miranda wants the run-through pushed to this afternoon, on and on and on it goes until you’re worried Emily is going to pass out. 
You step forward and place a hand on either of her cheeks, missing the blush that erupts there, “Breathe, Em, you’re better to us alive.” 
She takes a deep breath and when you’re sure she’s calmed, you offer a smile, and launch right into your plan of attack. You’d been Miranda’s assistant too once. When you’d done your time, you asked to move to the makeup department with Serena; you’d always loved painting faces and Serena was a master. Miranda had been pleased—as pleased as she could be—to oblige. 
You were a bit rusty, but when you’ve played the role of Miranda’s assistant, it never leaves you. It’s like second nature to sit back at the desk and start rifling through papers. 
“I’ll call the city and arrange everything with Central Park. Call the Closet staff and let them know that anything they’re working on currently is on pause, finding those Prada belts are first priority unless they all want to be out of a job. If Miranda wants the run-through today, she’ll get it, and I need at least three passable spreads from each department,” You’re dialing the line to the makeup department, smiling and saying smoothly down the line, “Serena darling, I’m with Emily, we’re in crisis mode. Can you do me a favor? Yes, I’ll explain later, but there is a pair of scuffed Manolo Blahniks in the Closet that are supposed to be used in the run-through today. Can you fill in the scuffs with eyeliner until we can send them back? You’re the best. Ciao.” 
The wide-eyes and look of awe from Emily make you stop up short. You forgot that she’s never seen you in this role; by the time she came to Runway, you were comfortably in the makeup department with Serena. Offering a shy smile, you get to work, trying to ignore the way her gaze makes you blush. 
It takes some subtle threatening and maneuvering, but the Central Park shoot is back on. The team will have to work fast but it’s better than losing the whole thing. Emily informs you that they’ve found the Prada belts and they’re being sent up. Staff around Runway are also bringing up their spreads for the run-through to see if they’ll pass. 
Serena stops by with the formerly-scuffed Blahniks in hand and you examine them with a hard eye. If you’re really looking for it, you can tell they’re filled in. You hope Miranda isn’t hyperfocused on details today because they’ll pass if she’s distracted. 
By the time all is said and done, you have an hour and a half before Miranda is supposed to show. You’re only waiting on the run-through staff at this point. Sitting on the edge of Emily’s desk and talking through the changes—pausing when she answers a phone call—is nice. It’s a brief moment of calm you rarely get with the assistant. Sure, the two of you go out sometimes, but it’s different seeing her at work. She’s in charge here when Miranda’s gone. 
You believe that one day, should Miranda ever step-down, that Emily is next in line for Editor-in-Chief. No one sees what she does and has the experience at Miranda’s side. It’d be perfect for her. 
You’re waiting patiently as Emily takes a call when her face drops, “Emily?” You whisper.
She hangs up the phone in silence. Her eyes, now wide, look up at you. There is pure and unrestrained horror in them. You feel a pit growing in your gut. 
“Annie just canceled. She’s sick.” Emily says. 
It takes you a few moments to realize she means Annie Leibovitz, the photographer for the Central Park shoot. You want to rip your hair out. Everything was going so well. But instead, you take her hands, and start to slowly walk her through how she can fix it. 
You’re interrupted by everyone walking in with their run-through spreads. Seeing you and Emily at the same desk, they crowd around, talking a mile a minute and shoving garments in your face. A gaudy rhinestone belt nearly smacks you in the eye, but you’re still trying to deliver comments on each item. The noise is overwhelming. 
“Enough!” Emily declares. 
She’s moved away from the crowd and when you move towards her, the whole crowd follows. They’re silently holding out their garments now. 
“Ew. Get away from me,” Emily snaps and you startle, stepping back just as everyone else does. She grabs your arm and pulls you back into her space, “No–not you. You stay. The rest of you organize your things in Miranda’s office and go, we’ll call if anything is especially heinous.” 
They all pause and stare. 
“Now!” 
They scramble as if Miranda made the call herself. You watch it all happen with a small smile, impressed at the way Emily took control of everything. She looks at you and shares your smile. Neither of you think about how she’s still holding onto you. 
All of them leave quickly, heads down and muttering apologies as they pass. You barely hold in a laugh. It’s only when she gives your arm a gentle squeeze that you realize you’re still touching. 
You stare at one another for a long minute and you’re weighing the dangers of kissing her; so far you’re most worried about how it’d smudge her lipstick, the rest seems worth the risk. But her cell beeps and the two of you reluctantly separate. 
Her lips purse and she takes in a long breath, “Miranda’s on her way.” 
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dhfurlan · 1 year
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Chapter 48 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: With the turbulent period left in the past, the Sachs-Priestly family finds Christmas the best time to celebrate love and keep hope that better days are just beginning.
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dhfurlan · 1 year
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Chapter 44 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Too many things to deal with and not enough time to sort them out. Glad Miranda and Andy can count on their incredible and efficient network of friends.
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dhfurlan · 1 year
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Chapter 49 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Andy and Miranda begin a new cycle that further solidifies the couple's love and abetment. It is time to live promises and aim for new dreams.
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dhfurlan · 1 year
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Chapter 46 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: While Andy suffers from the pain of childbirth, and Miranda, with her hand crushed, family and friends anxiously await and help the couple with the arrival of the much-desired child.
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dhfurlan · 2 years
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Chapter 41 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: With the preventive measures adopted by family and friends, Andrea and the girls finally find some peace and tranquility.
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dhfurlan · 2 years
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Chapter 37 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Miranda and her family are still feeling the effects of the previous day's unpleasant situations, as the editor continues her plan of action, and Andy receives a revealing email.
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dhfurlan · 2 years
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Chapter 40 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Miranda is warned about the real weight of the situation, as well as the choices that need to be made, and, once again, she finds herself on a path of guilt and promises.
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dhfurlan · 2 years
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Chapter 43 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: The treatment of girls is increasingly taking its toll, but Miranda and Andy try to keep themselves together for their children and each other.
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dhfurlan · 1 year
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Chapter 45 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Miranda continues to try to be there for her family, but the demands are many and take a heavy toll.
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dhfurlan · 2 years
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Chapter 42 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Here comes Andy's long-awaited awards night. In addition to the emotions already expected, the event is also marked by unexpected appearances.
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dhfurlan · 2 years
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Chapter 35 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Revelations, accusations and a lot of drama! After a few more tense moments, things finally seem to calm down, and Miranda and the girls can really get to know Andy's friends. However, the Sachs-Priestly family is once again surprised by an unpleasant surprise.
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dhfurlan · 2 years
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Chapter 39 of An Unexpected Request
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Miranda has finally confirmed the identity of the culprit for her family's pain, but the revelation could leave even deeper marks, and trigger even more traumatic events.
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