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kingpreciouswrld · 3 months

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If you’re still accepting Miranda Priestly x Reader fic ideas i’ve got one!

Miranda and Reader have been married or a long time now secretly of course to prevent a media mishap. The reader is a stylist who sometimes stops to visit and help with a showcase, maybe she comes in casually to have lunch with Miranda and gets stopped by Andrea and Emily who try to get her to leave as they don’t know her(only Nigel does) and they’re both trying to tell Emily and Andrea that she’s allowed back there without exposing the marriage, eventually Miranda just comes out and asks why they’re touching her wife ( or something of the sort???) feel free to branch from this

ask and ye shall receive!

I hope you like it! It's been a while since I've written for anyone but myself :3

Nobody's Gonna Know

It’s an unusually busy day in your office. The clothes you’ve ordered haven’t arrived yet and your workers seem to not know how to conduct themselves in a manner without the very needed materials. You looked on through the glass doors as your workers ran around like headless chickens, trying to come up with something to show you before you needed to leave.

As a well-known stylist, it was your job to come up with new and creative or out-of-the-box looks to those who paid for your help. You mainly helped with showcases that Runway Magazine held and the clothes you needed today were actually from Runway Magazine. Through the grapevine you’ve heard that their workers were just as clueless as yours when it came to the clothes you were seeking.

As you sat in your little office, you thought back to when you first started out. You were a nobody, hell you weren’t even a New York local. No, you came from a small town in the middle of nowhere. Having nothing to your name, you first tried making it in California. You gained some traction which led you to move to New York. At first you were against it. You didn’t like big cities all that much, it just wasn’t your scene but you knew that your talent and job called for being around big things.

A year into the job, you attended a charity event where you were introduced to the one and only, Miranda Priestly. It was hard to read the woman at first but you saw it in her eyes, she liked you or at least, your work. That’s how it all started. You started to come and do jobs at Runway Magazine while also taking some jobs on the side. Not to mention the growing relationship between you and the editor which also included the lives of her rambunctious daughters and her slobbery saint bernard.

3 years passed and Miranda and you kept things underwraps. Heaven knows you’d have a field day for Page Six and their stinging words, so you have kept your relationship from everyone. Well, everyone except those closest to you.

Sighing, you looked at the clock. It was almost lunch time and Miranda didn’t like to be kept waiting.

You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder, “Annie, reschedule the runthrough until this afternoon. I’m sure Runway will do the same due to the circumstances with its clothing gone missing. I’m going out for lunch.” Your assistant nodded and frantically went to work at her computer as you passed her.

Making your way to Elias Clarke, you weaved through the small crowds before entering the building– blending in with the clackers around you. No one knew about your relationship with the fashion queen so you easily blended with crowds and you loved it. No one bothered you.

Until they did.

You had made your way up to Runway’s floors when you passed the front desk and made your way towards Miranda’s inner sanctum. You’ve been to Runway multiple times so no one blinked an eye as you strolled down the halls.

Reaching the outer office of Miranda’s, you haven’t intended to actually be stopped by her assistants.

Andy was the first to notice you as Emily was out.

“Oh! Y/n! I’m sorry but Miranda is in a meeting so you wouldn’t be able to go in right away.”

You looked at the clock above the assistant’s desk. 11:56 am. Knowing your wife, you knew she wouldn’t mind if you interrupted her work. She never minded when you did it at home, so why would her workplace be different?

“Trust me, I think Miranda wouldn’t mind Andy. So I’m just gonna…”

You tried to step past the young woman but Andy just stepped in front of you. The assistant’s eyes widened as you tried to step past her again but she blocked your way through.

There was only so much you could do so you sighed as you looked back at the clock.

11:58 am.

This time, you tried to listen for the soft voices coming from your wife’s office. There were only two that you could pick up on. One was, of course, Miranda’s but the other was a man’s voice. Somewhat…feminine? But not too feminine.

“Is it just Nigel and Miranda in there?”

As you tried stepping past the brunette, again she blocked your path.

“Look Y/n, if you keep this up I’m going to have to call security.”

At this time, Emily walked in and took in the scene in front of her, “Andrea? What’s going on here?”

As Andy was distracted, you tried to step past her again but only to be grabbed by the arm and pulled back, away from Miranda’s office door, “Woah! Okay, no touchy, alright? These cost more than your paycheck alright?”

Emily huffed and rolled her eyes but didn’t release you. Andy looked like she was nervous about losing her job. She knew you were stubborn and wouldn’t stop until you were able to see Miranda.

“Since you already have her, escort her to the lobby Em. She’s been trying to break into Miranda’s office. “ ‘Break into’? I’m just trying to see my– ugh, look, I’ll just wait alright? You guys don’t need to be so touchy about–”

Before you could finish your sentence, the brit was already moving towards the front desk area. You immediately stood your ground so the redhead would have a harder time moving you. You’d show them stubborn.

As the three of you were arguing and you were still struggling against Emily’s hold– you didn’t know how the redhead was this strong– you three failed to notice Miranda’s office door open.

“Look, if you let me go, i’ll make sure you still have your job at the end of the day, alright?”

Emily scoffed, “As if you’re so important here, you’re just a small town no one who just happened to meet Miranda and kiss her ass all the way till–”

“Is there a reason you’re restraining my wife?”

Both assistant’s straightened their posture at the cool voice before they realized what she said.

Emily gaped, looking like a fish out of water while Andy looked more afraid of losing her job this time.

Miranda’s eyes were still where Emily had a grip on you and she glared at the redhead, “Let. Go. Emily.”

The brit let your arm go as if your arm burned her and you grumbled as you rubbed your arm, trying to soothe the lingering pain of Emily’s grip. Behind the editor, Nigel looked as if he was about to burst out laughing at the girls’ faces.

“Now, how about some lunch my love?”

#miranda priestly x reader #miranda priestly #tdwp

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scarlet-heels · 7 months

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Me watching this on repeat and fantasising about Miranda Priestly’s ankles like I’m back in 1783.

#miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #mirandy #meryl streep #andrea sachs #anne hathaway #devil wears prada #andy sachs #miranda priestly/andrea sachs #hot though

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priestly-sachs · 1 year

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#anne hathaway #meryl streep #the devil wears prada #eldiablovistedeprada #miranda priestly #andy sachs #dwp #mirandy #andy x miranda

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gena-rowlands · 1 year

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⎯ MERYL STREEP as MIRANDA PRIESTLY The Devil Wears Prada (2006)

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stayevildarling · 2 months

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

word count: 2k

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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.

#wilhemina venable #sarah paulson #american horror story #sarah paulson x reader #Wilhemina Venable x reader #miranda priestly #miranda priestly x reader #the devil wears prada #tdwp #meryl streep #ahs #cordelia goode #billie dean howard #cordelia goode x reader #ahs coven #sarah paulson imagine #devil wears prada #emily blunt

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Miranda Priestly x Fem!Reader: Public People in Private

Summary: Miranda Priestly + 67 “Uh, am I interrupting?”

Prompts found here!

A/N: Miranda… my beloved. I need to rewatch this movie so bad, it’s been ages

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Tag List: @imtrashinflames @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul

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“You can let me out here, Roy. I’m going up today.”

“Are you sure? I had a… colorful message from Emily this morning.” Roy asks, glancing at you in the rearview mirror.

“I’ll risk it,” You smile, “I might be able to help out. At the very least, I’ll distract her for a few minutes.”

Roy nods and you step out in front of the Elias Clarke building. You weave through the crowds and inside without a hassle. The attendant stands up straighter upon seeing you, even after all this time. Nodding in greeting, he lets you through.

The crowds seem to part as soon as you’re past the front desk. Tall, rail-thin models step out of your way, some even stepping out of the elevator when you get in. You want to shake your head at the treatment.

It’s a short ascent to the Runway offices and you can see why Emily is so stressed. Models and staff scamper past, barely looking your way. The front desk is in shambles as several men in suits hound the receptionist.

Milena, the poor girl, looks absolutely beaten. You check your watch and find you have a few minutes before Miranda is expecting you.

“Is there something wrong here, gentleman?” You ask smoothly, stepping in beside Milena like it’s your rightful place.

The tallest and meanest of the bunch turns on you. His suit is rumpled like he’s been tugging at it nervously, face red and splotchy with anger.

Milena cuts in softly before he can throw anything your way, “They keep saying Miranda is expecting them, but they’re not in her schedule.”

You pat her shoulder.

“We do have an appointment!” He almost shrieks.

You look him up and down, raising a brow. It shuts him up long enough for you to dial a familiar number. You hold up a finger to the men while the line rings.

His fists clench at his sides. He looks like the lawyer type, which means he’s not used to being made to wait, let alone by a woman.

“Miranda Priestly’s office.” Emily’s clipped voice comes down the line.

“Hi Em,” You say sweetly, “I’ve got three men waiting with Milena, claiming they’ve got an appointment on the books. Is there anything in her schedule?”

“Of course not. She has lunch with you.”

“That’s what I thought. Thank you, Em.” You return the phone to the cradle and give a sharp smile, “You’re not on the schedule, gentleman. I trust you know where the elevators are and if you’ve forgotten, security will be more than happy to escort you.”

“I’ll have your job, Miss—” One of the other men says.

You grin deviously, “It’s Mrs, actually. Mrs. Priestly.”

All three men blanch. Milena tries to cover her grin as you step around the desk. She discreetly dials the security line, watching you with bated breath.

The tallest doesn’t look so mean now. When you step up to him, he takes a half-step back. You almost regret Miranda not being here to bear witness; you learned it from her, after all.

When the elevator sounds and the doors open, the head of security and two of his burliest men step out. Milena nods in the direction of the three men you’re staring down. Tearing your eyes away for a moment, you nod.

“Clark.” You acknowledge the head of security.

“Mrs. Priestly,” He says, “Is there a problem here?”

“No problem. These gentlemen just need some assistance finding the lobby.”

Clark nods and his two men step forward and usher the red-faced men from Runway. You watch them go with a satisfied smile. Folding your arms over your chest, you turn to the man at your side.

“Do we know how they got up here?”

“Front desk says they had an appointment with Mr. Ravitz this morning. They must have come straight from his office.”

Your lip curls, “Irv. Of course.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“That’s all, Clark. Thank you.”

He leaves without further fanfare. You watch as he sends a warm smile Milena’s way. Her responding blush makes you pause. Interesting development, you think, trying not to let your thoughts show on your face.

Collecting your bag and accepting Milena’s heartfelt thanks, you continue back towards Miranda’s office. You wince when you catch sight of a clock. You’re five minutes later than you should be, but all you can do is hope your wife isn’t too upset.

Following the familiar pathway to the offices, you try not to shake your head when nearly a dozen models and staff members scare upon seeing you. Honestly, you think, I wasn’t nearly as bad as Emily. Must just come with marrying the Editor-in-Chief, you decide.

Speaking of Emily, the brit is boredly explaining something over the phone. You offer a small wave and she sends you a surprisingly-genuine smile.

Miranda isn’t alone in her office; you can hear her soft voice bickering with someone else. Peering in, you see Nigel standing in front of her, hands motioning this way and that as he explains something.

Knocking on the office door, “Uh, am I interrupting?”

Both look up. Miranda’s severe expression softens slightly. When she checks the watch on her wrist, her lips purse and you know you’re not getting away with your tardiness, but she doesn’t say anything about it.

“Not at all, darling. Come in.” Miranda stands.

You meet Nigel in the middle of the office and exchange air kisses. He pulls back and looks you over, nodding approvingly.

“New boots?” He asks.

“They’re last season, actually.” You say, then stage-whisper, “Don’t tell Miranda.”

“Oh honey, I wouldn’t dare.” Nigel winks.

He gives Miranda a small nod and takes his leave. You cross around the desk to accept your usual kiss on the cheek. She’s a little slower to grant it today and you lean back, raising a brow.

“You’re late.”

“There was a situation at the front desk,” You answer easily, “I would have been early, but Milena needed the help.”

“If she needs help doing her job then perhaps she’s better suited for employment elsewhere.” Miranda says.

“You know that isn’t what I meant.”

“Do I?”

“Miranda.” You glare, “If you fire Milena I’m going to be extremely cross.”

She rolls her eyes. Pulling out a few paper menus, she hands them over, and you peruse today’s selections. Smith and Wollensky rests on top and you try not to laugh. Miranda always puts her preferred option on the very top, but lets you have the final choice.

You could go for a steak. And you should probably tread carefully with your lateness.

Handing over the Smith and Wollensky menu, she nods, looking pleased. She calls Emily in to rattle off your orders while you move over to the couch in her office.

Emily takes the notes dutifully. You wonder where the new second assistant is, having heard some interesting murmurs about her over the past few days. Emily was suitably frustrated with her—as was Miranda—but Nigel and Serena had been a little more kind. She was out of her depth, but meant well, that was the final verdict.

You hardly notice when Emily leaves until Miranda sits down next to you. Leaning back against the couch, she eyes you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to figure me out.”

Miranda chuckles, “Darling, figuring you out will take more than my lifetime.”

“I can never tell if statements like that are a compliment or insult.” You narrow your eyes.

“For you?” Miranda raises a brow and pretends to think on it, before her face softens infinitesimally, “A compliment.”

“Miranda Priestly, are you going soft on me?” You tease, but lean into her space, “Imagine what that’d do to your reputation.”

“I have.”

There’s a look in her eyes you can’t decipher. You try not to think about it too much, stealing a quick kiss, trying not to badly damage her lipstick.

“So, tell me about today.”

You lean back and settle in for Miranda’s usual spiel about the incompetence of her employees, watching her fondly.

#miranda priestly #miranda priestly x reader #the devil wears prada #tdwp #the devil wears prada x reader #miranda priestly imagine #the devil wears prada imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #dec2022 #multimilfswritings #multimilfsficmas2022

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merylstreepsworld · 7 months

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How Miranda would be playful with you:

Miranda Priestly, renowned for her commanding presence, had a side that was known to few – her playful one. In the privacy of your moments together, she would reveal a mischievous glint in her eye, a subtle smirk that signaled the onset of her playfulness. It often began with a teasing comment, a witty remark that left you both laughing. Her playful banter was a dance of intellect, a delightful exchange of words that only deepened your connection.

Miranda's playfulness extended beyond words; it manifested in affectionate gestures, like a stolen kiss or a gentle tickle. These tender moments revealed a softer side of her, a side that cherished the laughter and lightness that your relationship brought. It was in these playful moments that you discovered a new layer of the formidable woman you loved, a side that only you had the privilege of seeing.

#meryl streep #merylstreep #meryl streep x reader #miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #miranda priestly x reader #Miranda Priestly Preferences

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nerdreamer · 7 months

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#meryl streep #the devil wears prada #miranda priestly #cult film #cinema

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rippersz · 1 year

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Miranda Priestly and f Reader. Reader gets in between an altercation between Miranda and Stephen. She later tells Miranda "I'll never let anyone talk to you like that again"

𝙰 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

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(Fem!Reader x Miranda Priestly) (Pining) (TW: Abusive language)

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“Oh give me a break! You don’t have to make up excuses to try and salvage my ego, Miranda!”

The minute you walked in, you knew something was wrong.

The townhouse air in the evening was usually still and quiet, but the stomping footsteps on the second floor provided a tension that made you pause in the foyer. Stephen was home, you realized. His weird manly cologne filled your lungs, nearly bringing tears to your eyes with how strong it was. Almost a year as Miranda’s assistant, spending time around her husband at least once or twice, and you still couldn’t get used to his smell. Probably because every little thing about Stephen was either utterly boring or terribly annoying. Emily said it was both, but she only expressed that when he called so frequently that Miranda told her to instantly send them to voicemail. ‘If he has something important to say, he’ll leave a message’ but every time he did, it was just a stream of complaints.

If you were in his shoes, something you didn’t think about often because why would you, then you knew you wouldn’t take her attention for granted. She gave it when she could and a loving partner would understand that, and such understanding would lead to a lack of tension, and a lack of tension would result in more of her recognition. Or that’s what you thought. Again- not that you thought about it frequently of course - cuz that would just be silly and unrealistic and strange because she was your boss and she was the most emotionally unavailable woman you knew and even though she loved her daughters, her love for her partners was different and-

“I can’t go one day without them shooting looks at me- like- like I’m some dog! Probably wondering where my keeper is!” His voice echoed upon every floor, making you wince as you slid the Book into its assigned place.

Evidently, they hadn’t heard you come in. They should have been expecting you; at least Miranda should have, but it was easy to lose track of time during the winter months. It seemed to move so quickly, with a prime example being that it was 11:20 on the dot once you got there. Miranda had to attend a small dinner party at 9, so she eventually returned home at 10:30. Not the worst timing for a Friday night, but if Stephen had been ranting from the very moment she stepped in, well then you had no doubt she was tired. Too tired to argue perhaps as you barely heard her murmured response.

“We can discuss this in the morning. It’s late.” She sounded worn. It made your heart ache as you looked up at the ceiling, momentarily debating if you should stay or leave.

“Oh yeah? Just so you can escape back into your job to try and distract yourself from the real issues? Stop acting like a child, Miranda. We’ll talk about this now like adults.” The way Stephen ‘put his foot down’ was nothing in comparison to Miranda’s method. He was too loud about it - too demanding. It wasn’t very effective, even though it did make up your mind for you.

Staying was risky, of course. You could get caught, of course. You could get fired, of course. But honestly? You didn’t trust your boss’s husband. You didn’t trust his demeanor or his drinking or any other little thing about him. And although you didn’t think he would really hurt her, the worry that planted itself in the back of your brain grew swiftly; festering like a disease as you inched yourself toward the stairs and placed your hand on the cold bannister. Worrying for your boss was not your place, but above that, worrying for Miranda Priestly was not your right. You weren’t hers and she wasn’t yours - so there was really no need to stick around. She was entirely capable of taking care of herself.

…And yet?

And yet, something in your gut told you to stay. It was quiet but present - and it murmured softly, convincing you that the second you stepped out of the door and got into the car with Roy and drove off into the night, something would happen. Something bad. Something that you could have avoided if only you were there.

So no, you couldn’t leave. Not yet. Even though Miranda was most likely prepared to tear Stephen a new one.

“I am acting like a child? Calling your wife at 9:45 PM to complain about her absence at a dinner you didn’t confirm is far more childish than me doing my job. What did you expect me to do when you called? Run out of an important business dinner to dash over and wipe your tears before drowning my embarrassment in an overpriced ‘welcome bread basket’? Don’t be absurd, Stephen. You knew I was busy.” And she proved you right - speaking in a low edgy hiss that you suspected was only reserved for her husband. Interestingly enough though, even alone in her house, arguing with this person or the other, Miranda never raised her voice.

No one else thought it was noteworthy enough to mention in quiet conversation, but you were often tempted to bring it up to Nigel. You figured it was because of her childhood - whatever that had been like - and that she vowed to keep her vocal cords safe. It was a small little detail, but when one conversed with Miranda, sometimes it seemed like the only thing to focus on. Her words are always important, yes, but watching her lips move… and seeing the way her teeth formed each syllable… well it was mesmerizing in a way you’d never be able to properly explain. And Stephen, who was pacing the floor above you, was far too daft to understand that.

“What, so if I want to have dinner with my wife, I have to confirm through her assistant? You barely pick up, Miranda!” The sudden growl in his voice had you placing one foot on the stair next to you.

‘This is just a precautionary measure’ you told yourself, knowing that was far from the truth.

“And you pick up too often.” Her quip was breathy and sharp - a clear end to the conversation as you heard her soft footsteps trailing off into another room.

“What does that even mean?! I’m trying to be a good husband, but you are ruining my reputatio-”

“Your reputation?” The venom in Miranda’s voice silenced her husband immediately. “Your reputation…,” you pictured her shaking her head before letting out a little mocking laugh; “…I have no effect on how much you succeed in your career. If you can’t separate work and life, that’s not my problem.”

Their voices were drifting away, lost to the floorplan of their home as you slowly skirted your way up the stairs. It seemed that Miranda had taken your common sense with her when she walked off, leaving Stephen (and you) to follow like lost puppies. Although, she still didn’t know you were there. And you still weren’t going to leave - not until he stopped raising his voice and waking the entire neighborhood.

“God you know- you always treat me like shit, Miranda.” You winced, knowing very well how much she hated cursing. “I am your HUSBAND. You should be speaking to me with respect - not like I’m another worthless magazine you can get rid of. I’ve given you EVERYTHING I have and what have you given me? A few hours of your time? Nothing? Just enlighten me, because I’m really at a loss right now!”

There was a bang then. It was strong and hard and it sounded like he hit something- maybe a side table or a wall- but it didn’t matter to you. He had hit something and if he could hit something- an inanimate object- he could hit his wife and if he hit his wife, he could hurt her and you couldn’t just stand there- you couldn’t just listen to his slander when his wife was giving him everything!; when she was providing and taking care of the children and doing her job all at the same time. You gulped, noticed that you had gravitated up to the second floor, and decided in a split second that if Miranda had anything to say, you’d simply come up with an excuse.

Then, as you listened for where they had gone, you heard hurried footsteps coming back toward the stairs.

“Don’t ignore me, Miranda! Stop hiding behind your job and just admit that you don’t give a fuck about us! I try so hard every day and every night and all you can do is- is- is whore yourself out to those fucking businessmen!”

The gasp that bubbled up in your throat escaped without hesitation. You had never heard anyone talk about Miranda like that - and especially not to her face. If anyone else had spoken so wickedly, you were almost certain that they’d be blacklisted from every bloody establishment in New York City, whether it had to do with fashion or not. But Stephen… well you knew that she had her own reputation to protect - and an escaping husband was not ideal.

But still…

Still…

She didn’t deserve that. And the injustice that had sparked earlier welled up like water boiling over the lip of a full pot. How dare he? How dare he speak to her like that? Your hands balled into fists at your sides; painted nails digging into the skin of your palms.

“Still nothing to say? Huh?!”

A split second later, followed by the sound of Stephen’s yelling, Miranda walked around the corner.

And there your eyes met.

She looked tired at that moment… and small… and utterly incensed at the idea of you being there and witnessing that. The shock played out on her face in the span of a millisecond; with a wide blue gaze and perfect lips parted and sculpted eyebrows raised onto her forehead - which was half covered by a swooping waterfall of messy white hair. It was beyond clear that she was ready for bed and that Stephen was just prolonging her suffering, but you sent a silent prayer to the gods asking to keep your job just before her husband showed up. His hands were on his hips, his face was screwed up into a tired and angry frown, and upon seeing you- he let out a loud scoff.

“Are you kidding me?!” His yell was right in Miranda’s ear but she didn’t seem to care. She didn’t even flinch.

Instead, she was staring right at you. At you. With some sort of fury- some sort of strange deep emotion- swirling around in pearlescent eyes. You felt your knees grow weak but held your ground. If she was going to yell, let her yell. If she was going to coldly dismiss you, let her coldly dismiss you. But at the end of the day, the longer you stared, the more you knew that she knew. That she understood. In the strange telekinetic way that most women shared - the concern that compelled you to stay was reflected in her gaze. And there, in the lull of irritation and tension, was a conversation that only the two of you shared.

It was spoken softly, slowly, and through your eyes alone.

‘I stayed because I was scared for you.’

‘I know.’

‘Are you mad at me?’

‘I don’t know. This wasn’t your place.’

‘I understand. I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.’

‘I can handle myself.’

‘I don’t care.’

‘…I know.’

“Did you plan this? Is that why she’s here?! What- did- did you call her? To witness us fight? See I knew you were fucking crazy! From day one I told myself ‘Stephen don’t get involved with her’ and now look where I am!”

Your silent conversation was snapped in half as he ranted; all while shoving past Miranda to walk further into the hall and throw his hands up in the air like a kid. You felt your body jolt at the sight of her being pushed, but like the impenetrable wall she could be, your boss stood her ground and allowed her husband to brush past her shoulder. As if there wasn’t force in the way he walked. As if you weren’t this close to throwing a punch.

And Miranda could see it in you. She could see the irritation- the sense of injustice and everything that came with it- but she also knew you wouldn’t do anything. You were too kind. Too understanding.

Well… unless someone like Stephen said what he said next.

“You know what? No. I’m done. You listen to me right now,” and then he rounded on your boss, walking right up into her space so quickly that you couldn’t help but push yourself to get closer. And from where you stood then, you saw the way he pushed his finger into her chest and seethed with an unnecessary amount of rage.

“You listen and you learn. I have had it up to here with your bullshit. The cold shoulder, the missed dinners, the terrible schedules, the fact that you don’t even care if the twins like me or not - I’m sick of it. You treat me like an accessory. Another bag for the queen of fashion to throw out but guess what. Guess what, Miranda! I don’t care anymore. We’re separating - and you’re gonna end up like all of the other sad washed up celebrities: Pathetic and- and- weak and alone. Because no one- no one- could possibly love you like this,” and you watched with disgust as he shook his head and let out a cruel laugh. “No one could possibly look at you, with your stuck-up bitchy behavior, and see something worth loving. And-”

Before he could continue, you heard yourself speaking.

“You are absolutely pathetic.”

Two sets of eyes turned on you - one of them confused and the other severe, silently telling you to just shut your mouth. Normally, you would. Normally, you’d listen to your boss and obey her commands- silent or not- because you appreciated her authority and you were halfway in love with her. But it was for that last reason, the very reason why your ribcage felt like a zoo butterfly exhibit, that you decided not to listen. Sure, Miranda would hear your angry love-sick quips, but that didn’t matter. You were going to spill your heart out onto the floor, take a page out of your boss’s book…

…and kick Stephen’s ego into the dust.

“What did you just say?” His eyes were disbelieving as he turned to you; and though a twinge of fear dug at your heart, you pushed on.

“You heard me. You’re pathetic. Pathetic and weak and honestly? Really really embarrassing. It’s no wonder she doesn’t wanna spend time with you. Aside from being the busiest person on Earth and providing you with a roof over your head, she has kids and a job to maintain. But it’s fine- it’s fine!, because you get to complain and she doesn’t. Because you think she owes you everything, but she doesn’t. And she never did. And she never will.” You weren’t sure when you had gotten so close to him, but the backwards step he took gave you enough confidence to continue. “And if you think you mean anything to her, above her children, above her passion, then you are so sorely mistaken that it’s almost funny. Because me, and so many others, have seen how much Miranda cares about those closest to her - and if she’s not making you better, then you’re clearly not worth her time. But maybe if you exercised some more respect, maybe if you showed you cared, she’d bother to call you back and she’d bother to act like your wife. But you don’t do that. So why should she show you what you don’t show her? Huh? Why should she love you when there’s other people out there- when- when there’s people like- like Nigel, like Emily, like me,” you took a deep breath, nearly choking on your words because you were talking so fast, “who would give her the world if she asked for it. Who would do anything to have her attention. So- so why should she love you when you take it for granted? When you, who gets it for free, don’t have to bend over backwards for her affection? When- when- you- you attend events with her, you have dinner with her, she calls you darling! And you take it all for GRANTED - BECAUSE YOU JUST DON’T CARE!”

Your eyes were most likely bloodshot. Your body was shaking. Your head was pounding and your heart was in your throat.

But Stephen looked shocked, having taken more steps backward toward the stairs as you approached him like a blood-thirsty lioness. And at that, watching the way his hand scrambled for the banister, you felt a strange twist of pride creep throughout your heart.

…But it wasn’t enough. You wanted him gone. So you cleared your throat, straightened your spine, and sniffed.

“That’s enough.”

Of course. Miranda cut in, her cool voice dousing your rage like a bucket of water over burning coals; dragging you back into yourself from where you had gotten lost in the clouds; reminding you that you weren’t supposed to be there in the first place. That you were just an assistant. Just a young woman who had stepped out of line to try and protect a woman who didn’t really need it. And instinctively, as though you had been slapped in the face or tugged by a leash, you backpedaled until Miranda’s soft footsteps came over and her back faced you. Stephen’s expression was hidden.

“…I’ll contact Leslie in the morning,” her voice was soft… introspective… distant in a way that made you nervous. “Until then… find somewhere else to spend the night.”

And things grew very quiet.

The only sounds you heard were the bustle of the city and the individual breathing of the three of you. Everything else was silent. The rest of the house, empty without Patricia and the twins (all of which were visiting their grandparents), felt like a movie set with a hidden audience. As though, at about any minute, the credits for the end of the episode would roll and you, Miranda, and Stephen would let out sighs of relief and walk off set and go get cups of water and coffee. But even as you stood there, trying hard not to tilt to the left to watch Stephen walk downstairs and out of the house, you knew what had happened was no fun and games. No, you’d definitely be facing consequences once he was gone.

And finally, after a few more moments of prolonged silence, his footsteps were going down the stairs and into the foyer. Your eyes traced the contours of Miranda’s silk shirt, watching the way it flowed over her shoulders as she walked closer to the staircase to watch Stephen go. One minute- two minutes- and then the front door was opening and closing behind him…

…and silence fell again.

You swallowed, feeling as though you had suddenly been thrown into the center of the sun. The heat of your embarrassment was excruciating - and if Miranda turned around, she’d spot the blush on your cheeks instantaneously. But that was a strong if, because she hadn’t just yet. Nope, instead, she stood staring at the door, letting the air settle. And you weren’t going to interrupt that, so you kept your mouth shut and tried to rationalize mentally.

If she asked, you’d just tell her the truth. That the world got crueler each day and it was in your nature to worry and that no wife should ever come face to face with a furious partner - at least not without the chance to talk civilly at first. And then you’d tell her that it was okay if she wanted to fire you and that you were sorry for being so open and that if you had fucked things up, you’d do whatever you could to fix them.

…

The silence eventually became deafening. And there was an itch in your legs that was getting to you. And your hands were slowly untensing, left with an ache from the pressing of your fingernails. And the exhaustion from the long day was getting to you - so you cleared your throat and prepared yourself.

“Miranda, I’m so sor-”

“That was unnecessary.” You couldn’t hear an ounce of emotion in her tone.

And all you could do was nod and look down at your feet.

“I- I know. I know. But I just… I just couldn’t leave, Miranda.”

“You couldn’t or you didn’t want to?”

Well that was a brilliant question. One you wished you could answer without crying. One you wished you could answer without feeling like a complete loser.

“…Both, I guess.” You settled on the best option you could think of and began shaking your head when the only response you got was a low hum of acknowledgment.

And Miranda still hadn’t moved. She was probably compartmentalizing - or disappearing into her fashionable mind palace - all while you stood there looking at her like she had just smacked your ice cream onto the floor.

Well… if there was one thing you knew, it was that the tension-filled silence couldn’t continue. She could either fire you quickly or make it slow and painful, but either way you weren’t going down without a fight.

“Look, I’m sorry. I am. I know it was out of line and it was too much and I should’ve just kept my mouth shut but I promise I did it with good intentions. And I promise I wouldn’t have stayed if I wasn’t worried and I wouldn’t have said anything if I weren’t genuinely upset. And… and I don’t know if you want to fire me because of that, but if you’re gonna do it - please just get it over with. I know I’m a good assistant, I- I know I’ve learned quickly and I’m sorry that I just completely ruined that right now but if you somehow just gave me another chance, I wouldn’t make another mistake. I promise. And I wouldn’t- I- I-,” you stumbled over your words, feeling the intense pounding of your heart press up against your chest, like it was begging to bounce onto the floor and tumble down the stairs. And the feeling felt so sickening that you had to take a deep breath and shake your head and push down the angry, anxious, terrified tears that yearned to spill into your eyes. “And I- I’ll- I’ll never let anyone talk to you like that again… I promise.”

Your voice was frail. The fire from earlier was gone - as though it had never existed at all. And Miranda still just stood there, with her phone in one hand and her face turned away from you…. Like you weren’t good enough to see her. Like you didn’t deserve to know what she was thinki-”

“You talk too much.” It was the only thing she said before she turned around and walked right past you - faster than lightning.

And you blinked just in time, turning on your heel and staring after her.

“Wh-what? That’s it?” You called. No firing? No scolding?

The room she was heading into looked like a study - but that swiftly became unimportant when she paused at the door and turned to you.

Her face, lit up by the hall light, looked tired in the same way it was earlier. But her eyes… well there was something in them that you couldn’t place. It looked like amusement… and something softer. Something- dare you say- grateful. But it was probably just a trick of the light - and you were probably just hallucinating because of your own exhaustion - and she was most likely just itching to get her duty done and go to bed.

And you suspected that was the case until she took a second to look you up and down in that way that she did- with her blue eyes searching and her gaze laser-sharp- and eventually, eventually, she made it back up to your face. Her expression was blank.

“…On Monday morning, tell Emily that the clothing department has a new opening. Then tell everybody else.” There was a pause. “…And be prepared to start interviews on Tuesday.”

And the last you saw of her then- of the sweet poison you called Miranda Priestly- was the statuesque shape of her body’s side profile as she softly closed the study door.

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Thank you for the request, anon! I understand this isn't terribly fluffy, but I wanted to make it as realistic as I could. I hope you enjoyed! - Ripley

(P.S. DWP is my favorite movie!)

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redkarine · 8 months

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You stand your ground staring her down. But with each breath you take she takes an additional step towards you. Struggling to control your face and your mind at the same time is going to be your undoing. One is getting ready to give. You know she knows what she's doing to you but your stubbornness wins out and you will not cave.

Three more steps and she is almost in front of you and yet you do not waver. The woman in front of you demands much and you must give it. One more step and she is entirely too close. You hold your breath as you are unsure what is next

A soft but firm hand reaches up to lightly run their fingers thru your hair.

"Miss me, Darling?"

Their lips curl into an all knowing smile because they will always be your undoing.

**insert favorite female here**

#regina mills #devil wears prada #larissa weems #miranda priestly #alcina dimitrescu

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#anne hathaway #meryl streep #the devil wears prada #eldiablovistedeprada #miranda priestly #andy sachs #dwp #mirandy #andy x miranda

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Miranda Priestly, the Powerful Editor-in-Chief of Runway, Announces New Relationship with Former Assistant Andrea Sachs.

In the world of fashion, Miranda Priestly is an iconic figure, known for her intimidating and demanding personality that inspires both admiration and fear in the halls of Runway magazine. However, recently, headlines around the world have been dominated by a revelation that took everyone by surprise: Miranda Priestly is dating none other than Andrea Sachs, her former assistant.

Miranda has spent years shaping the next generation of fashion professionals, and Andrea was one of the lucky ones to cross her path. When Andrea first entered as an assistant, she had little idea of what awaited her in the frenetic and competitive world of Runway. However, her courage and dedication led her to become a key player in the fashion empire built by Miranda Priestly.

Since then, there have been constant speculations about the relationship between the two, but no one could predict that Miranda Priestly and Andrea Sachs would go beyond the professional dynamic. The news of their relationship shocked many, as Miranda is known for her unwavering and distant aura. Rumors have long circulated about Miranda's mysterious love life, but she has always managed to keep her privacy intact.

In an exclusive interview granted to Runway, Miranda Priestly herself stated: "Love is unpredictable and can happen to anyone, at any moment. Andrea has proven to be an exceptional woman, and our connection transcended the boundaries of the professional realm. We have been together for a while and decided to share this wonderful news with the world.

Andrea, on the other hand, has remained silent on the matter, choosing not to comment on her personal life. However, sources close to her reveal that the relationship is not just a fairy tale, but is based on a deep respect and mutual admiration.

The news of the relationship surprised the fashion industry and fans of Miranda Priestly, who now eagerly await more details about this unlikely union. After all, will Andrea be able to withstand the pressure and high standards of Miranda Priestly in the relationship, just as she did during her time as an assistant?

This new chapter in the lives of Miranda Priestly and Andrea Sachs has the potential to shake the foundations of the fashion world, as hearts and minds speculate on how this partnership will influence the dynamics between the two in the Runway universe. Has Miranda finally found her leading lady in Andrea, or will their professional relationship become complicated in the context of a romance?

Only time will tell how this new chapter will unfold. One thing is certain: whether together or apart, Miranda Priestly and Andrea Sachs will continue to bring boldness and elegance to the world of fashion. Stay tuned to the upcoming pages of Runway to discover more about this relationship that is shaking up the fashion world.

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Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Dragon meets Purple - Part 1

A/N: Hi there! recently I had the idea of Wilhemina x Miranda and due to my poll I decided to write them x reader. I have written like 10k + words so I'm going to divide it into parts.

tw: mention of disability, very mild mention of drugs, sexual tension

word count: 1.7k

As the elevator bell dings, Wilhemina finds herself in a large white modern hallway. She takes a few steps, her cane hitting off the marble floor as she approaches the receptionist. ,,May I help you?'' a brunette asks her. The redhead clears her throat before explaining ,,I'm here for an interview with Miss Charlton''. The receptionist reaches for the phone scanning Wilhemina up and down, while remaining friendly.

,,If you just go through that corridor, Miss Charlton will meet you by the conference room'' the brunette explains. Wilhemina nods, before making her way over to where she was told to go. Despite the redhead usually being quite confident in herself, at least on the outside, she was nervous, her heart pounding in synch with the echoing of her cane hitting the floor.

,,Ms Venable?'' a redhead asks, slightly snappy, again scanning Wilhemina up and down. ,,Yes, nice to meet you'' she replies, trying to muster up her best smile and trying to be as friendly as possible.

,,I knew I should have made photos a requirement on applications'' the woman with a british accent mumbles as she invites Wilhemina to take a seat and closes the door.

,,Pardon me?'' Wilhemina slightly snaps before the woman named Emily turns around. ,,I'm sorry, it's just here at Runway we have certain expectations'' she replies.

,,Are you referring to my disablitiy?'' Wilhemina questions, looking at her cane. The other woman's breath gets caught in her throat before she quickly apologises. ,,No I'm so sorry, not at all. It's just we.. especially Miranda has quite the strict view on fashion and you are.. very.. purple''. Miss Charlton explains, trying to save the situation a little bit.

,,Let's just start. Can you tell me a little about yourself?'' she asks. Wilhemina explains how she has worked in HR and helped built the company she worked for before. She explains her skill set, including computer skills, financing and other typical HR things.

Emily reads over her application again, certainly impressed at the woman's accomplishments. ,,May I ask why you decided to come to New York? I have read you are from Los Angeles? and I'm sorry but you know we don't have any HR positions available and this would be the position of Miranda Priestly's second assistant, me being the first of course''. She questions and explains at the same time.

And right there Wilhemina is pulled into a flashback, waves of memories crashing her thoughts and momentarily causing for silence in the room. Of course she didn't want to move, especially not to New York. And no she didn't want to be assistant to some dragon lady who works in the fashion industry but the redhead had no other choice. For six months she had looked and applied to jobs and somehow the only interviews she managed to secure were in New York, including this one. There wasn't a lot of HR positions available and the ones she wrote to never replied or found someone younger or better.

,,You know Ms Venable, I don't think this is any of your business'' Jeff raised his voice.

,,Pardon me?'' Wilhemina questioned sternly. All she wanted was some more responsibility in the company. More meaningful tasks rather than making sure they have enough drugs or certain entertainment on their flights.

,,You know there is an old saying, if you don't like where you are at the moment, maybe you should move on''. Mutt explained.

,,Yeah maybe it's time to move on from Kinero Robotics Ms Venable'' Jeff agreed.

,,Do I need to remind you, I was the first person you hired when this company was operating out the back of a van? I have given you everything that I have. Every second of every day. I've sacrificed any semblance of a personal life. Friendships, family I don't even have a decent hobby'' Wilhemina argued back.

,,Well we certainly hope you find that somewhere else'' one of them joked before Wilhemina walked away for good.

And that's how Wilhemina had lost her job, they didn't technically fire her and they did come begging after a while as they realised what they lost but Wilhemina had no desire to work for those two anymore.

,,Ms Venable?'' the calling of her name pulls her back into the present.

,,Yes I'm quite aware, I was doing more assistant duties in my recent job rather than HR things so I know how both works'' Wilhemina replies.

,,Very well, I have to report back to Ms Priestly and we will be in touch'' Emily explains as she parts ways with Wilhemina.

As Wilhemina walks out of the meeting room, Emily makes her way back to her desk, sighing slightly and rubbing her temples. ,,Who was that?'' she hears the voice of her boss as she approaches from behind and watches Wilhemina walk out and into the elevator. ,,Um she- she was here for the interview'' Emily states, nervousness overtaking her as it had been far too long since the position was vacant but none of the other applicants had been worthy of the task so far.

,,And how did that go?'' Miranda questions, her eyes piercing through Emily. ,,I'm - she's a bit strange but she's got a perfectly acceptable skill set and I think this may work''. Emily had no idea what she was saying to her boss but somehow there was something about Wilhemina she could see working out. ,,Good give her a call then, I'll meet her tomorrow'' Miranda explains before heading out for lunch.

A little while later Wilhemina makes it back to her apartment, getting ready to make some tea, as she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. ,,Venable'' she answers the phone before the annoying voice of a british ginger she had met with before appears. ,,Hi Ms Venable, this is Emily, we would gladly offer you the position, would you be able to make it to the office by 8am tomorrow? Ms. Priestly would like to meet with you.'' Wilhemina accepts before the call ends.

The rest of her day is spent with usual Wilhemina things, up until six months ago she in fact didn't have any decent hobbies but since moving to New York she took it upon herself to actually try and do things she enjoys. This mostly contained her weird little routines, like a coffee in the morning while reading the newspaper, her usual 3pm walk around the park and occasionally knitting while watching the history channel in the background. Before Wilhemina goes to bed this evening, she starts her computer, googling some more about Runway and her soon to be boss Ms. Priestly.

,,Dragon Lady, career-obsessed, drove away another Mr. Priestly'' one of the headlines reads. This article had been some time ago now and the rest Wilhemina can find is all about the latest fashion shows and events run by Runway. The redhead can't help but chuckle at the Dragon Lady headline.

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,,She may see you now'' Emily explains the next morning, after Wilhemina spent some time at her desk, getting familiar with Mirandas schedule, important clients and phone numbers. The redhead gets up, balancing on her cane before walking into her bosses office.

,,And you are.. Ms Venable?'' Miranda questions, taking her reading glasses off and taking a good luck at the redhead standing in-front of her. Usually Miranda would refer to her assistants on a first name basis but somehow she wasn't sure with this one. She was remarkably older than her usual assistants and she definitely has class. Wilhemina didn't notice what an impression she already made on the woman with slightly grey hair.

,,The pleasure is all mine Ms Priestly'' Wilhemina replies, facing an inner battle of needing to be friendly considering it's her first day but her usual bitchy and snarky self coming through.

Miranda's response is a low throaty chuckle before moving on. ,,I assume Emily has got you situated''

,,Yes she did'' Wilhemina replies bluntly and to the point.

,,I'm curious, why Runway?'' Miranda questions as she scans Wilheminas outfit, that is plastered in purple yet again.

,,I have experience in HR and being an assistant and therefore I think this is a good fit''. Wilhemina explains calmly.

,,Are you aware that the colour purple in fashion was very popular in the 1860's and quickly became associated with the royal and wealthy?'' Miranda carries on.

Wilhemina raises an eyebrow, not too sure what to even reply to her statement. ,,What makes you think I'm neither?'' was what Wilhemina had really wanted to say but instead she remained silent.

,,Is there anything I can assist you with this morning?'' Wilhemina eventually asks before Miranda pauses a moment.

,,No that's all'' her boss replies before Wilhemina makes her way back to her desk.

,,Um-'' Emily watches as Wilhemina returns, of course having overheard the entire thing. Slightly dumbfounded at the name choice, the fact Miranda didn't kill her for asking a question and not sending Wilhemina on several runs for coffees and other things.

,,Emily, go fetch those Calvin Klein skirts and some coffee'' Miranda says as she walks out of the office, grabbing her coat and handbag.

,,But-'' Emily has no chance to reply as Miranda is already gone. Her face is overtaken by anger as she glares at Wilhemina. ,,You know this is your job. You are responsible for the phone until I'm back'' Emily explains as she hastily runs out.

Wilhemina mutters a snarky reply under her breath before continuing her work.

About half an hour later Miranda returns to the office, Emily not back yet, she hesitates before handing her coat and bag to Wilhemina. The redhead takes her belongings before hanging them up. Miranda watches carefully noticing how the redhead has to balance on her cane and her movements swift but careful. The boss of Runway can't help but examine Wilhemina's gloves with a hint of disgust.

,,Demarchelier confirmed while you were gone, it's noted in your calendar. I have also rearranged one of your meetings for you, as it would have overlapped with another'' Wilhemina calmly explains as she makes it back to her desk.

,,De- you?'' Miranda stares at Wilhemina a bit dumfounded as this was in fact her first day. ,,Fine'' she simply says, her usual sternness overtaking her again.

Wilhemina can't help but notice her boss staring at her gloves, overtaking by insecurity she snaps ,,Is there some sort of problem?''

Miranda's eyes widen as her gaze meets the redheads. ,,Is this at least real leather or faux leather?'' she questions and Wilhemina can't help but chuckle lowly.

,,And where is Emily with those skirts and coffees? did she die on the way or something?'' Miranda questions, walking back into her office.

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