Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Dragon meets Purple

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tw: hints of smut

It had been around two weeks since your encounter with Miranda in her office that one night. The week that followed was a mixture of working hard but also pleasure you couldn't deny. They took turns, one night you belonged to Miranda and the other to Wilhemina. And as much as you enjoyed their company and the intimate evenings spent at either of their homes or their offices, you couldn't shake the unsettling feeling it left you with.

You felt conflicted somehow, knowing you should just be grateful for their desire towards you and enjoying it but you couldn't help yourself feeling guilty and confused. Miranda and Wilhemina had told you that they had a conversation about you and their decision and of course they made sure to sit you down as well, your consent being more important to them than anything else.

Still, Miranda and Wilhemina seemed like a power couple to you, despite them not being officially together and knowing by now how the industry worked, you knew even if this was to happen they wouldn't make it public. But the situation felt complicated to you, when you were with Wilhemina you both missed Miranda and also felt guilty. The same feeling when you had your nights with Miranda. You missed the other ones presence and the both of them together.

In the days that follow, you distance yourself a little bit, wanting to focus a bit more on your own life, trying to find an apartment finally as sleeping over at Wilhemina's or Miranda's at times still felt like an intrusion and asking too much, despite them offering and preferring it. It was Sunday today and you hadn't talked to either of them since Friday. Of course both of them noticed and they started to worry. The redhead had texted a few times but she didn't get proper responses from you.

Miranda hadn't tried yet, knowing you would answer the phone as you always did to her, considering she was still your boss after all. After a long day of apartment viewing you find yourself wandering the streets of New York, walking past stores closing for the night, restaurants, people, couples sitting outside, chatting and laughing. You aren't sure where to go, you don't feel like going back to Runway for the night but you also didn't feel like going to see either of them as your turmoil of emotions confuses and overwhelms you a little.

As the evening wears on, Miranda and Wilhemina grow increasingly worried. Without admitting it, Miranda felt scared that maybe you found something or someone better to spend your time with, Wilhemina however could tell you probably just needed some space. They eventually decide to call you and as you still walk the streets of New York, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Seeing it's Miranda you couldn't ignore it, not only for the work aspect but also because you felt bad for blowing them off over the last few days. ,,Y/N it's Miranda, can we talk?'' she asks, her voice sounding softer than usual. You nod only to realise she's on the phone so you quickly add a ,,Yes of course Miranda''. She asks to meet you at her townhouse, asking if you needed her to send her driver but you politely decline, making your way over.

Feeling a mix of guilt and curiosity, you finally make it to Miranda's place. As she opens the door, you could see the little bags under her eyes, an indication she was worried about something, usually about some Runway project or task. You aren't surprised as you find Wilhemina also sitting in her living room.

As you take a seat opposite them, you brace yourself for the conversation ahead, not sure whether they would fire you, be angry at you for ignoring them. Miranda speaks first, her voice soft but determined. ,,Y/N we care about you''. Her words take you by surprise because you knew she wasn't the affectionate type. Even Wilhemina is surprised by the statement, obviously having seen glimpses of the real Miranda by now but she didn't expect her to be so straight forward and honest with this conversation.