Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing(s): Andy/Miranda
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Author’s Note: For the ABCs of DWP drabble challenge at dvlwears_prada.
Prompt: urgency
Title: Write to Remember You

( Miranda gripped the fountain pen and wrote frantically, scribbling and crossing out words that she was desperate to put to paper. )

Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing(s): Andy/Miranda, unrequited Andy/Emily
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Author’s Note: For the ABCs of DWP drabble challenge at dvlwears_prada.
Prompt: portrait
Title: The Devastating Truth

( Even with youth and time on her side, she was no fool. )

Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing(s): Andy/Miranda
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Author’s Note: For the ABCs of DWP drabble challenge at dvlwears_prada.
Prompt: kiss
Title: Baby, Spin Me Right Round

( “Yes,” Andy smiled warmly. Anything. )

Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing(s): Miranda/Andy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Author’s Note: For the ABCs of DWP drabble challenge at dvlwears_prada.
Prompt: fate
Title: The Next Natural Course of Action

( Miranda Priestly didn’t believe in fate or destiny. )

Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing(s): Miranda/Andy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Author’s Note: For the ABCs of DWP drabble challenge at dvlwears_prada.
Prompt: antique
Title: Compliments

( Andrea's eyes glazes over with renewed purpose. )

Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Chuck/Olive
Prompt: #008 - space, character: Olive Snook
Summary: Feelings you’d feel, of death and moving in.
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: For the now-defunct 100daisies and originally posted as solecistdOlive Snook could understand the need for personal space. She was certain she possessed some as well ( Read more... )

Rating: PG
Character: Emerson Cod
Prompts: #006 - memories, September: Out of control
Summary: The reason Emerson knits.
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: For the now-defunct 100daisies and originally posted as solecistdEmerson Cod could not go to sleep ( Read more... )

Chuck knew this was something akin to betrayal.

Chuck stood, her heart thumping in its place, unable to contain a gasp. Olive was clad in nothing but a floral-patterned terry towel. She was smiling like butter sunshine. The effect was strangely alluring.

“I’m sorry I startled you.”

“No, I’m just-” Chuck stuttered. She couldn’t believe she was nervous.

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