Title: Winners Love Winning
Summary: Miranda misunderstands the meaning of WLW and uses it in her social media posts. Andy is tasked with confronting her boss…
Crack fic based off of this TT https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTBCb1cL7/ set in a world where social media exists to the general public and used for marketing.
The office was surprisingly quiet so it was my task, as the second assistant, to check Miranda and Runway’s social media accounts. Since Miranda wanted to introduce Runway to the newer generations, she decided to share some mundane, behind the scenes work at the magazine. “Oh my god…” I covered my mouth reading through the hashtags and messages.
“What now?” Emily sighed.
“Can you not just-,” Finally looking at my face, Emily crossed the space between our desks to read over my shoulder. “Oh my god.”
“How do we tell her?” I asked, looking up.
“‘We?’ There is no ‘we’ here, Andy. This is all you. You found it, you have to tell her. Besides,” Emily grinned, “Maybe this is your chance to find out if she actually likes women. Besides, you’re head over heels for her.”
Heat crept up my neck. “You said you wouldn’t say anything,” I hissed.
“And I haven’t, but your face has subtitles and those big, brown eyes of yours go all doe-eyed when she’s around.” Clapping a hand on my shoulder, she added, “Have fun, number two.”
Looking into the office, I saw a deep crease between Miranda’s brows as she scrolled her phone. “Andrea.”
Snapping, Emily pointed towards the office, far too happy that I was about to walk into the most awkward conversation of my life. “Run along,” she laughed. “And have fun.”
“Entering the office, I asked, “Yes, Miranda?”
“Every day I get hit on by a bunch of lesbians. I thought WLW meant ‘winners love winning’ not ‘women loving women.’ I don’t know what made me think that, but I was putting it in the instagram captions and now I just get hit up by a bunch of lesbians. I had a girl text me and ask ‘what’s good, Mama?’ I don’t look like a ‘Mama!’”
“I mean…you, technically, are one…” I murmured.
Ignoring me, she continued, “I don’t think-I just-I’m confused. I said ‘hi.’ I don’t know.” Hazel eyes finally met mine. “What do I do? How do I fix this? You’re the resident lesbian. Do your job and assist me.” Her eyes narrowed. “And why are you so red?”
“I, um, I didn’t know you knew that I was…” I stammered.
“Everyone knows that Nigel is gay, you’re a lesbian, and Emily’s bisexual,” Miranda rolled her eyes. “We have the whole alphabet mafia in the building.”
The question came before I could stop it. “What does that make you then?”
“If we have the whole alphabet mafia, what does that make you then?” I repeated.
“I’m a 57 year old mother of two, who just went through a divorce. I don’t know what I am.”
“Andy volunteers as tribute to help you figure it out!” Emily yelled.
“Shut up, Em!” I blurted, wanting to crawl into a hole and die.
A sculpted brow rose. “Close the door and come here.” A whine made its way up my throat, but I did what I was told. Standing before the older woman, I swallowed. “Do you actually volunteer?” Unable to speak, I nodded. “Good.” Pulling me down by my necklace, Miranda kissed me, hard.
My eyes fluttered shut and I sighed into the kiss as she deepened it. Feeling my knees go weak, I braced myself on the arm rests of Miranda’s chair. “Miranda…” I breathed.
“No longer questioning. Dinner. Tonight. Don’t be late.”
Must be signed in to view. Feel free to check out my other MirAndy fics too! Kudos and comments are always welcomed!
