Drabbles: Seeing Beyond the Z (2/5)
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Word Count: 175
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: F is for Fate
Fate has a funny way of playing tricks with people’s lives. Miranda and Andy weren’t aware of just how many times they’d almost met before Andy ended up in the office of Runway. There was the time that they’d nearly crossed paths in the lobby of a theatre while Miranda tried to usher the girls to their orchestra seats and Andy and Nate made their way to the mezzanine. And there was the time that Miranda had taken the girls to Rockefeller Center to see the Christmas tree while Andy and Lily ice-skated in the rink below. The closest had been when Miranda had dropped her scarf on the ground and Andy had picked it up, only to have it snatched from her hand by an extremely annoyed, British woman that chased after its owner. Yes, there had been many occasions where their two worlds could have collided. But fate decided that their lives would be forever entwined the moment Miranda sat at her desk and looked at Andy over the rim of her glasses.
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Word Count: 138
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: G is for Gravity
It was true that gravity took a toll on one’s body. No one was more aware of that than she. She stood in the mirror, examining her face for every new wrinkle that had begun to appear. She cupped breasts that weren’t nearly as perky as they had been not so long ago. Turning, she studied an ass that at one time had been considered firm, but children had long since destroyed that myth. Sighing, she pulled on her blouse and began to put on her makeup. Getting old was a bitch and gravity wasn’t making the journey any better.
Unless you were Miranda Priestly who, at seventy, still had an extremely lithe form. As she stepped out of the shower, the water glistening on her toned biceps and muscular thighs, Andy hated her just a little bit.
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: none
Word Count: 138
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: H is for Homesick
Emily didn’t get homesick very often. She loved New York City from the moment she stepped off of the plane. It was everything she’d always thought it would be and nothing at all like she’d expected. It was the one place on Earth she was sure that you could find anything you’d ever want by simply walking down the street a few blocks. Which is how she ended up in this surprisingly authentic British pub, eating bangers and mash and drinking a lager she hadn’t had in at least five years. She missed going out with her mates for a few laughs and talking to people that knew the difference between cookies and biscuits. She missed fog and castles and British humour and good cup of tea. Maybe Dorothy was right. There really was no place like home.
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: none
Word Count: 159
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: I is for Inept
Every parent thought their child was a genius. Miranda had been painfully aware of this fact from the moment she’d taken the girls to their very first Mommy and me class. The kind her friends had sworn by while offering her all of their “helpful” advice during her pregnancy. Advice she’d promptly ignored after watching them fawn over their babies for simply laying there like lumps and gurgling incoherently. Especially since they never seemed to appreciate the twins’ natural intelligence. Instead the deemed the girls true terrors and whispered behind her back that she had no control over the girls because she was simply never around. What they failed to understand was that after spending a day with people that were truly inept at their jobs, it was refreshing to come home and find that the girls had figured out what made the television work, even if it meant they had to take it apart. That was true genius.
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: J is for Juicy
“Andrea, what on earth are you wearing?” Miranda asked, pausing to stare at her over the Book as the girl entered.
Andy looked down at her tee and lounge pants then back up at the editor. “Look, I know you hate lounge clothes, but it’s my day off and I plan on…well lounging.”
“Yes, I can see that, but there seems to be words on the rear of your pants.”
Andy looked down again trying to figure out what Miranda was going on about. “Yeah, so?”
“Andrea, grown women do not wear pants with the word ‘juicy’ on the back.”
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Word Count: 175
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: F is for Fate
Fate has a funny way of playing tricks with people’s lives. Miranda and Andy weren’t aware of just how many times they’d almost met before Andy ended up in the office of Runway. There was the time that they’d nearly crossed paths in the lobby of a theatre while Miranda tried to usher the girls to their orchestra seats and Andy and Nate made their way to the mezzanine. And there was the time that Miranda had taken the girls to Rockefeller Center to see the Christmas tree while Andy and Lily ice-skated in the rink below. The closest had been when Miranda had dropped her scarf on the ground and Andy had picked it up, only to have it snatched from her hand by an extremely annoyed, British woman that chased after its owner. Yes, there had been many occasions where their two worlds could have collided. But fate decided that their lives would be forever entwined the moment Miranda sat at her desk and looked at Andy over the rim of her glasses.
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Word Count: 138
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: G is for Gravity
It was true that gravity took a toll on one’s body. No one was more aware of that than she. She stood in the mirror, examining her face for every new wrinkle that had begun to appear. She cupped breasts that weren’t nearly as perky as they had been not so long ago. Turning, she studied an ass that at one time had been considered firm, but children had long since destroyed that myth. Sighing, she pulled on her blouse and began to put on her makeup. Getting old was a bitch and gravity wasn’t making the journey any better.
Unless you were Miranda Priestly who, at seventy, still had an extremely lithe form. As she stepped out of the shower, the water glistening on her toned biceps and muscular thighs, Andy hated her just a little bit.
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: none
Word Count: 138
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: H is for Homesick
Emily didn’t get homesick very often. She loved New York City from the moment she stepped off of the plane. It was everything she’d always thought it would be and nothing at all like she’d expected. It was the one place on Earth she was sure that you could find anything you’d ever want by simply walking down the street a few blocks. Which is how she ended up in this surprisingly authentic British pub, eating bangers and mash and drinking a lager she hadn’t had in at least five years. She missed going out with her mates for a few laughs and talking to people that knew the difference between cookies and biscuits. She missed fog and castles and British humour and good cup of tea. Maybe Dorothy was right. There really was no place like home.
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: none
Word Count: 159
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: I is for Inept
Every parent thought their child was a genius. Miranda had been painfully aware of this fact from the moment she’d taken the girls to their very first Mommy and me class. The kind her friends had sworn by while offering her all of their “helpful” advice during her pregnancy. Advice she’d promptly ignored after watching them fawn over their babies for simply laying there like lumps and gurgling incoherently. Especially since they never seemed to appreciate the twins’ natural intelligence. Instead the deemed the girls true terrors and whispered behind her back that she had no control over the girls because she was simply never around. What they failed to understand was that after spending a day with people that were truly inept at their jobs, it was refreshing to come home and find that the girls had figured out what made the television work, even if it meant they had to take it apart. That was true genius.
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Title: J is for Juicy
“Andrea, what on earth are you wearing?” Miranda asked, pausing to stare at her over the Book as the girl entered.
Andy looked down at her tee and lounge pants then back up at the editor. “Look, I know you hate lounge clothes, but it’s my day off and I plan on…well lounging.”
“Yes, I can see that, but there seems to be words on the rear of your pants.”
Andy looked down again trying to figure out what Miranda was going on about. “Yeah, so?”
“Andrea, grown women do not wear pants with the word ‘juicy’ on the back.”