Drabble: DWP Hodge Podge!
Prompt: Nate/Christian? And... freesias.
Rating: G
Word count: 163
Written for: studio414
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This was an interesting pairing.
When Christian had walked into the restaurant in Boston four years ago, Nate didn’t have a clue who he was. He just knew that he wanted him. Having spent the last two years figuring out exactly why things really hadn’t worked out with Andy, he decided to go forward.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t the common bond of their past that had Christian worried. It was the fact that he and Nate seemed to be complete opposites. Nate loved sports and disgustingly fattening foods. He left messes everywhere he went and brought chaos to Christian’s life and his heart. Nate said that he was too controlling and a snob and hated the way he dressed. If it hadn’t been for the great sex, they probably wouldn’t have lasted the first week.
The day Nate came to the door carrying Christian’s favorite bottle of wine, which he’d stolen from the restaurant, a vase full of freesias and an apologetic smile, Christian knew he’d fallen in love.
Prompt: Andy/Miranda...sweat
Rating: PG
Word count: 120
Written for: katsforever
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: I'd love to see this turned into a full fic, just not by me.
The week before Paris fashion week was non-stop. That was how Andy found herself accompanying Miranda to a barely squeezed in sixty minute session with her personal trainer. Andy watched as her boss twisted and turned in ways she’d only imagined late at night while her fingers fumbled between her legs, barely catching the commands Miranda continued to issue.
“Andrea, I do hope you’re paying attention. I’ll expect all of my dictations typed and waiting for me after my meeting with Donatella,” Miranda said, breaking through her thoughts.
Andy blushed, having been caught following a bead of sweat traveling down between Miranda’s cleavage. She nodded quickly, scanning over her half complete notes before her and missing Miranda’s barely concealed grin.
Prompt: Miranda/Jacqueline
Rating: R
Word count: 216
Written for: glacial_pace
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: I do love this pairing.
Miranda felt drugged. Her body was heavy, mouth dry and her head was swimming. She couldn’t remember anything beyond her unusual run in with Jacqueline and Irv and Stephen’s embarrassing entrance to the party and the drink Jacqueline had offered her in mock sympathy.
Now she wasn’t quite sure where she was. She was pretty sure she was lying on a bed, but this bed was not her own. And she could feel hands moving up her thighs. She lifted her head to tell Stephen that he was under no circumstances allowed to touch her, but was surprised to find longer, dark strands sprinkled with silver instead of Stephen’s short cut and a heavily French-accented timbre instead of a deep, raspy one. Sharp teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh and she heard herself whimper. She knew she should back away, but as the biting continued, she writhed uncontrollably.
Long fingers slid deep within her and she bucked against them, gasping and moaning. She felt lips on her abdomen then her breasts, over her collarbone and up her throat. She threw her head back as the fingers worked faster and let out a surprised yelp when she opened her eyes and met those of Jacqueline Follet, her archenemy. The name she screamed moments later as she came.
Prompt: Miranda/Andy (not because of lack of imagination, I'm just very loyal to my OTPs). I always wanted to read something about how Andy reacts (after she had left in Paris) when she sees black Mercedeses driving by that remind her of Miranda's car, always wondering whether it's her car or not.
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Written for: black_inkfinity
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This was another fun one!
The first time she saw the Mercedes was four months after Paris, Andy all but pushed a woman down trying to duck out of the way. She was convinced that, despite her recommendation, Miranda was going to get her. Maybe she was waiting for the right opportunity. She could abduct Andy in the middle of the day. Who would stop her? The car could stop by the curb where Andy was walking and two men would get out and grab her and she’d show up in the Hudson two weeks later with cement shoes.
She spent the next two months hiding anytime she saw a Mercedes that even slightly resembled Miranda’s. She’d watch it until it was out of sight, wondering if Miranda was in the back. She was probably yelling at Emily about her coffee or scarves or rearranging her schedule for the twentieth time that day. That thought made Andy smile. She refused to acknowledge why.
Three weeks later, a black Mercedes stopped right in front of Andy and she froze. Roy hopped out and opened the door and she gasped when she saw familiar red Prada pumps and toned calves. Miranda emerged in all of her glory and Andy’s heart raced. She looked in Andy’s direction briefly before walking into the building and a girl juggling a bag and a book of samples scurried behind her. Andy sighed and walked away. She spent the rest of the day feeling pretty depressed. She told herself she wasn’t jealous.
Prompt:Chuck/OFC, crayon
Rating: G
Word count: 238
Written for: an anonymous reader
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This is another one set after "No Matter"
Chelsea had been acting weird all day. Chuck couldn’t understand why. They were bestest friends and she’d been so excited for her to come over. She wanted to share her new big sisters with her. And show Chelsea her new room with the cool mural of a castle with a princess that looked a lot like Chuck and a real purple dragon sleeping in the field outside. But Chelsea hadn’t cared at all. She’d just been really quiet. Mummy said maybe she wasn’t feeling well, but Chuck didn’t think that was it.
“Is ‘Randa like your new daddy?” Chelsea asked suddenly as they colored.
Chuck paused mid stroke and set her crayon down. “No, girls can’t be daddies.”
“Yeah, but I saw your mommy kiss her like my mommy kisses her boyfriend.”
“Oh well yeah, but it’s like having two mommies. My mummy says there’s nothing wrong with that. And if anyone says there is than they aren’t really our friend.” Chuck folded her arms and looked over defiantly at her friend. She secretly hoped Chelsea really was her friend.
“Oh,” was all Chelsea said before she went back to coloring. “Do you kiss other girls?”
Chuck scrunched her face. “EW! NO! I don’t kiss nobody. Kissing is gross.”
Chelsea looked relieved. “Yeah, it is gross.”
“Wanna go spy on Caroline kissing her boyfriend? It’s really super gross.”
“Yeah!” Chelsea said and they raced out of the room.
Prompt: Andy/Serena!
Rating: PG
Word count: 140
Written for: ms_cherryred
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: There needs to be more of this pairing.
Once Emily had been promoted, Andy figured she wouldn’t see Serena much anymore. That was a shame because she’d really grown accustomed to her and had come to think of her as a friend. But once Emily was gone, it seemed Serena was around more. She’d go to lunch with Andy and invite her out with her friends. She never noticed that Serena made it a point to always sit next to her at dinner and would dance with her all night when they went out to a club. She also never noticed that there were many times when they’d almost kissed until the night they actually did. She’d been helping Serena cook some Brazilian dish and they were standing close. Then they were kissing. It was a surprise. The even bigger surprise was that neither of them pulled away.
Prompt: clackers and hair dye
Rating: G
Word count: 193
Written for: la_fono
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: LOL! I really loved this prompt.
Most people that work at Runway think that the biggest office romance going on is Miranda and her scalding hot cups of coffee, but they’re wrong. There’s an even bigger love affair within the hallowed halls. It’s clackers and hair dye. They can’t seem to get enough of recreating themselves. Nigel theorizes that it’s because most of them are so unnoticeable that they’re hoping that something will set them apart. And sadly, it never does. They just go from being useless brown haired girl to useless blonde girl. Andy thinks this is awful, but acknowledges the truth in it when she bumps into the same clacker three different times but doesn’t recognize her. She can never remember their names and has since taken to calling them all “Kate.” Most of the time that works. She isn’t sure if that’s because it’s actually their name or they think she thinks they’re Kate Moss or something. Either way, she doesn’t have the time to worry. They all may dress better than her and can pick a $10,000 Prada bag from the $1,000 dollar knockoff from a hundred miles away. At least Miranda knows her name.
Prompt: Nigel and Nate, alcohol, football and curiosity
Rating: G
Word count: 184
Written for: associatedbears
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: Nigel watching football? LOL
Nigel grew up with five brothers and never did understand the appeal of football. It just seemed too violent and too pointless. And it certainly never compared to getting a glossy new fashion magazine that was just waiting to be devoured within hours of him sneaking it from the newsstand.
If it weren’t for his genuine fondness of Six, he wouldn’t be sitting in her slightly rundown, Chelsea adjacent apartment, holding a beer and watching the Super Bowl. Sniffing the beer, he took a curious sip and had to refrain from gagging.
“Yeah, I don’t like that crap either. Andy only likes the cheap stuff,” a young, ruggedly handsome guy with dark, curly hair said as he sat down. “I’m Nate. The ex-boyfriend.”
Nigel shook the proffered hand. “Nigel, the ex-fairy godfather that turned our dear pumpkin Andy into a full blown horse and carriage.”
Nate looked over at the woman in question. “No way, you did that? I was always a little curious about who helped her.”
Nigel shifted closer. He wondered what else this Nate had always been a little curious about.
Prompt: Miranda/Jacqueline sad, bitter, regretful, something from Jacqueline's POV
Rating: G
Word count: 143
Written for: love_ispain24
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This was pretty fun to write too.
There had been a time when Miranda and Jacqueline had been best friends. Miranda had come from a very similar background, poor, strict, and Jewish. They’d both had dreams of making it out and making a name for themselves. And as they worked their way up the ranks of Runway, it seemed like they spoke the same language. Or at least Jacqueline thought they did when she’d foolishly fallen in love with Miranda. They’re friendship had ended the night she’d tried to warn Miranda that she was making a mistake by marrying her first husband.
Twenty years have gone by, and Jacqueline watched as Miranda went through two failed marriages only to wind up falling for her twenty-something assistant. The day she saw the breaking news, she hurled her favorite vase against the wall. When was she ever going to get her chance?
Prompt: Lily/Mirandy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 185
Written for: cbr681254
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: I don't know how I feel about this pairing.
Miranda wasn’t quite sure where to focus with one set of lips on her own while the other sucked greedily at her breasts. Long silky strands trailed over her body as she felt her legs being spread and a tongue slipping into her wetness. She moaned into Lily’s mouth, sucking her tongue gently as she ran her blunt nails over smooth dark skin and sneaked past dark, tight curls into warm wetness. Andrea bit at her clit as she slipped her finger deep inside of Lily, relishing in her whimpers as she rode Miranda’s hand hard. Andrea’s tongue moved lower, circling her opening before sliding in deep and Miranda knew that her hand was probably buried between her own legs, judging by the way that she was panting and moaning into Miranda’s cunt. Miranda moved her fingers faster, pressing against Lily’s spot in time with Andrea’s tongue. She could feel her orgasm mounting and stroked her thumb over Lily’s clit. Feeling herself tighten, she ripped her mouth free, moaning out her climax, almost missing Lily and Andrea’s shouts as they followed her into the abyss.
Prompt: Miranda/Andy
"I'm alright, c'mon baby
I've seen all the demons that you've got.
If you're not alright, now c'mon baby
I'll pick you up and take you where you want..." - Twilight Galaxy by Metric
Rating: PG
Word count: 113
Written for: an anonymous reader
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: I love Metric!
No one ever said dating Miranda Priestly was easy. Andy knew that, but sometimes she was really surprised by how hard it actually was. Miranda was moody and uncompromising and demanding, but it wasn’t at all for the reasons everyone thought. Miranda held a lot of demons. She’d been broken in unimaginable ways. And when she pushed Andy away, it was hard to remember that it was because of those things. But Andy was determined. She would succeed where others had failed. She was strong enough. And at night when Miranda had nightmares, only to fall back into a peaceful sleep just from being in Andy’s arms, Andy liked to think she had.
Prompt: Miranda and shoulder pads. If she's paired with Andy, or anyone else, that's cool, but unnecessary. (Actually, the shoulder pads could be unnecessary if you don't want to write about them.)
Rating: G
Word count: 231
Written for: chainofclovers
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: You weren't specific...LOL I tried.
Miranda preferred to leave the past in the past where it belonged. She wasn’t one for reminiscing, mostly because there wasn’t a lot in her past she cared to think about. But the twins seemed to love going through old photo albums and hearing stories about the trouble she and her older brother used to get into. They liked hearing about the corner store near her parents flat in London and the old lady that lived next door to her when she was small that had eight cats, two birds, and a rat. But mostly they loved the pictures. They wondered why their hair was red when her hair had been blonde and why she’d never been a model when she loved fashion so much and was so pretty. Andrea liked to look at the pictures too. She loved hearing the stories and asking questions, but she also loved to make fun of Miranda’s shoulder pad fetish in the 80’s. She got a real kick out of it, and Miranda would only endure so much before she rolled her eyes and declared picture time was over. Only to give in when the twins and Andrea protested loudly and begged her to stay. She’d make a big production of considering it before settling down again. Maybe if her past had been filled with more moments like this, she’d want to remember it.
***BONUS***
Prompt: Miranda/Andy angry!sex
Rating: R
Word count: 172
Written for: sporkmetender
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This is for my dear friend, sporkmetender, who was late to the challenge and had felt a little blue lately.
Miranda bit her shoulder so hard that she was sure she would not only have a bruise, but that it would be tender to the touch for the next week, but she couldn’t seem to care. She scratched at Miranda’s back, feeling the skin snag a little and reveled in the resulting hiss.
“You can never just admit when you’re wrong, can you? Someone might find out that the great Miranda Priestly isn’t always perfect.” She said around a moan as three fingers thrust deep into her core.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Andrea. I was not wrong. We are having to different arguments and you’re wrong in both instances.” Miranda’s voice was cold as she pressed Andy into the floor, grabbing her flailing arms and pinning them as she continued to fuck the brunette hard.
“Oh, fuck you, Miranda…” Andy gritted out through her teeth. Man that woman was infuriating.
“That’s what I’m trying to accomplish. Now if you would kindly put your mouth to better use, I think we’ll both be happy.”
Rating: G
Word count: 163
Written for: studio414
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This was an interesting pairing.
When Christian had walked into the restaurant in Boston four years ago, Nate didn’t have a clue who he was. He just knew that he wanted him. Having spent the last two years figuring out exactly why things really hadn’t worked out with Andy, he decided to go forward.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t the common bond of their past that had Christian worried. It was the fact that he and Nate seemed to be complete opposites. Nate loved sports and disgustingly fattening foods. He left messes everywhere he went and brought chaos to Christian’s life and his heart. Nate said that he was too controlling and a snob and hated the way he dressed. If it hadn’t been for the great sex, they probably wouldn’t have lasted the first week.
The day Nate came to the door carrying Christian’s favorite bottle of wine, which he’d stolen from the restaurant, a vase full of freesias and an apologetic smile, Christian knew he’d fallen in love.
Prompt: Andy/Miranda...sweat
Rating: PG
Word count: 120
Written for: katsforever
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: I'd love to see this turned into a full fic, just not by me.
The week before Paris fashion week was non-stop. That was how Andy found herself accompanying Miranda to a barely squeezed in sixty minute session with her personal trainer. Andy watched as her boss twisted and turned in ways she’d only imagined late at night while her fingers fumbled between her legs, barely catching the commands Miranda continued to issue.
“Andrea, I do hope you’re paying attention. I’ll expect all of my dictations typed and waiting for me after my meeting with Donatella,” Miranda said, breaking through her thoughts.
Andy blushed, having been caught following a bead of sweat traveling down between Miranda’s cleavage. She nodded quickly, scanning over her half complete notes before her and missing Miranda’s barely concealed grin.
Prompt: Miranda/Jacqueline
Rating: R
Word count: 216
Written for: glacial_pace
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: I do love this pairing.
Miranda felt drugged. Her body was heavy, mouth dry and her head was swimming. She couldn’t remember anything beyond her unusual run in with Jacqueline and Irv and Stephen’s embarrassing entrance to the party and the drink Jacqueline had offered her in mock sympathy.
Now she wasn’t quite sure where she was. She was pretty sure she was lying on a bed, but this bed was not her own. And she could feel hands moving up her thighs. She lifted her head to tell Stephen that he was under no circumstances allowed to touch her, but was surprised to find longer, dark strands sprinkled with silver instead of Stephen’s short cut and a heavily French-accented timbre instead of a deep, raspy one. Sharp teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh and she heard herself whimper. She knew she should back away, but as the biting continued, she writhed uncontrollably.
Long fingers slid deep within her and she bucked against them, gasping and moaning. She felt lips on her abdomen then her breasts, over her collarbone and up her throat. She threw her head back as the fingers worked faster and let out a surprised yelp when she opened her eyes and met those of Jacqueline Follet, her archenemy. The name she screamed moments later as she came.
Prompt: Miranda/Andy (not because of lack of imagination, I'm just very loyal to my OTPs). I always wanted to read something about how Andy reacts (after she had left in Paris) when she sees black Mercedeses driving by that remind her of Miranda's car, always wondering whether it's her car or not.
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Written for: black_inkfinity
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This was another fun one!
The first time she saw the Mercedes was four months after Paris, Andy all but pushed a woman down trying to duck out of the way. She was convinced that, despite her recommendation, Miranda was going to get her. Maybe she was waiting for the right opportunity. She could abduct Andy in the middle of the day. Who would stop her? The car could stop by the curb where Andy was walking and two men would get out and grab her and she’d show up in the Hudson two weeks later with cement shoes.
She spent the next two months hiding anytime she saw a Mercedes that even slightly resembled Miranda’s. She’d watch it until it was out of sight, wondering if Miranda was in the back. She was probably yelling at Emily about her coffee or scarves or rearranging her schedule for the twentieth time that day. That thought made Andy smile. She refused to acknowledge why.
Three weeks later, a black Mercedes stopped right in front of Andy and she froze. Roy hopped out and opened the door and she gasped when she saw familiar red Prada pumps and toned calves. Miranda emerged in all of her glory and Andy’s heart raced. She looked in Andy’s direction briefly before walking into the building and a girl juggling a bag and a book of samples scurried behind her. Andy sighed and walked away. She spent the rest of the day feeling pretty depressed. She told herself she wasn’t jealous.
Prompt:Chuck/OFC, crayon
Rating: G
Word count: 238
Written for: an anonymous reader
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This is another one set after "No Matter"
Chelsea had been acting weird all day. Chuck couldn’t understand why. They were bestest friends and she’d been so excited for her to come over. She wanted to share her new big sisters with her. And show Chelsea her new room with the cool mural of a castle with a princess that looked a lot like Chuck and a real purple dragon sleeping in the field outside. But Chelsea hadn’t cared at all. She’d just been really quiet. Mummy said maybe she wasn’t feeling well, but Chuck didn’t think that was it.
“Is ‘Randa like your new daddy?” Chelsea asked suddenly as they colored.
Chuck paused mid stroke and set her crayon down. “No, girls can’t be daddies.”
“Yeah, but I saw your mommy kiss her like my mommy kisses her boyfriend.”
“Oh well yeah, but it’s like having two mommies. My mummy says there’s nothing wrong with that. And if anyone says there is than they aren’t really our friend.” Chuck folded her arms and looked over defiantly at her friend. She secretly hoped Chelsea really was her friend.
“Oh,” was all Chelsea said before she went back to coloring. “Do you kiss other girls?”
Chuck scrunched her face. “EW! NO! I don’t kiss nobody. Kissing is gross.”
Chelsea looked relieved. “Yeah, it is gross.”
“Wanna go spy on Caroline kissing her boyfriend? It’s really super gross.”
“Yeah!” Chelsea said and they raced out of the room.
Prompt: Andy/Serena!
Rating: PG
Word count: 140
Written for: ms_cherryred
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: There needs to be more of this pairing.
Once Emily had been promoted, Andy figured she wouldn’t see Serena much anymore. That was a shame because she’d really grown accustomed to her and had come to think of her as a friend. But once Emily was gone, it seemed Serena was around more. She’d go to lunch with Andy and invite her out with her friends. She never noticed that Serena made it a point to always sit next to her at dinner and would dance with her all night when they went out to a club. She also never noticed that there were many times when they’d almost kissed until the night they actually did. She’d been helping Serena cook some Brazilian dish and they were standing close. Then they were kissing. It was a surprise. The even bigger surprise was that neither of them pulled away.
Prompt: clackers and hair dye
Rating: G
Word count: 193
Written for: la_fono
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: LOL! I really loved this prompt.
Most people that work at Runway think that the biggest office romance going on is Miranda and her scalding hot cups of coffee, but they’re wrong. There’s an even bigger love affair within the hallowed halls. It’s clackers and hair dye. They can’t seem to get enough of recreating themselves. Nigel theorizes that it’s because most of them are so unnoticeable that they’re hoping that something will set them apart. And sadly, it never does. They just go from being useless brown haired girl to useless blonde girl. Andy thinks this is awful, but acknowledges the truth in it when she bumps into the same clacker three different times but doesn’t recognize her. She can never remember their names and has since taken to calling them all “Kate.” Most of the time that works. She isn’t sure if that’s because it’s actually their name or they think she thinks they’re Kate Moss or something. Either way, she doesn’t have the time to worry. They all may dress better than her and can pick a $10,000 Prada bag from the $1,000 dollar knockoff from a hundred miles away. At least Miranda knows her name.
Prompt: Nigel and Nate, alcohol, football and curiosity
Rating: G
Word count: 184
Written for: associatedbears
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: Nigel watching football? LOL
Nigel grew up with five brothers and never did understand the appeal of football. It just seemed too violent and too pointless. And it certainly never compared to getting a glossy new fashion magazine that was just waiting to be devoured within hours of him sneaking it from the newsstand.
If it weren’t for his genuine fondness of Six, he wouldn’t be sitting in her slightly rundown, Chelsea adjacent apartment, holding a beer and watching the Super Bowl. Sniffing the beer, he took a curious sip and had to refrain from gagging.
“Yeah, I don’t like that crap either. Andy only likes the cheap stuff,” a young, ruggedly handsome guy with dark, curly hair said as he sat down. “I’m Nate. The ex-boyfriend.”
Nigel shook the proffered hand. “Nigel, the ex-fairy godfather that turned our dear pumpkin Andy into a full blown horse and carriage.”
Nate looked over at the woman in question. “No way, you did that? I was always a little curious about who helped her.”
Nigel shifted closer. He wondered what else this Nate had always been a little curious about.
Prompt: Miranda/Jacqueline sad, bitter, regretful, something from Jacqueline's POV
Rating: G
Word count: 143
Written for: love_ispain24
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This was pretty fun to write too.
There had been a time when Miranda and Jacqueline had been best friends. Miranda had come from a very similar background, poor, strict, and Jewish. They’d both had dreams of making it out and making a name for themselves. And as they worked their way up the ranks of Runway, it seemed like they spoke the same language. Or at least Jacqueline thought they did when she’d foolishly fallen in love with Miranda. They’re friendship had ended the night she’d tried to warn Miranda that she was making a mistake by marrying her first husband.
Twenty years have gone by, and Jacqueline watched as Miranda went through two failed marriages only to wind up falling for her twenty-something assistant. The day she saw the breaking news, she hurled her favorite vase against the wall. When was she ever going to get her chance?
Prompt: Lily/Mirandy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 185
Written for: cbr681254
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: I don't know how I feel about this pairing.
Miranda wasn’t quite sure where to focus with one set of lips on her own while the other sucked greedily at her breasts. Long silky strands trailed over her body as she felt her legs being spread and a tongue slipping into her wetness. She moaned into Lily’s mouth, sucking her tongue gently as she ran her blunt nails over smooth dark skin and sneaked past dark, tight curls into warm wetness. Andrea bit at her clit as she slipped her finger deep inside of Lily, relishing in her whimpers as she rode Miranda’s hand hard. Andrea’s tongue moved lower, circling her opening before sliding in deep and Miranda knew that her hand was probably buried between her own legs, judging by the way that she was panting and moaning into Miranda’s cunt. Miranda moved her fingers faster, pressing against Lily’s spot in time with Andrea’s tongue. She could feel her orgasm mounting and stroked her thumb over Lily’s clit. Feeling herself tighten, she ripped her mouth free, moaning out her climax, almost missing Lily and Andrea’s shouts as they followed her into the abyss.
Prompt: Miranda/Andy
"I'm alright, c'mon baby
I've seen all the demons that you've got.
If you're not alright, now c'mon baby
I'll pick you up and take you where you want..." - Twilight Galaxy by Metric
Rating: PG
Word count: 113
Written for: an anonymous reader
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: I love Metric!
No one ever said dating Miranda Priestly was easy. Andy knew that, but sometimes she was really surprised by how hard it actually was. Miranda was moody and uncompromising and demanding, but it wasn’t at all for the reasons everyone thought. Miranda held a lot of demons. She’d been broken in unimaginable ways. And when she pushed Andy away, it was hard to remember that it was because of those things. But Andy was determined. She would succeed where others had failed. She was strong enough. And at night when Miranda had nightmares, only to fall back into a peaceful sleep just from being in Andy’s arms, Andy liked to think she had.
Prompt: Miranda and shoulder pads. If she's paired with Andy, or anyone else, that's cool, but unnecessary. (Actually, the shoulder pads could be unnecessary if you don't want to write about them.)
Rating: G
Word count: 231
Written for: chainofclovers
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: You weren't specific...LOL I tried.
Miranda preferred to leave the past in the past where it belonged. She wasn’t one for reminiscing, mostly because there wasn’t a lot in her past she cared to think about. But the twins seemed to love going through old photo albums and hearing stories about the trouble she and her older brother used to get into. They liked hearing about the corner store near her parents flat in London and the old lady that lived next door to her when she was small that had eight cats, two birds, and a rat. But mostly they loved the pictures. They wondered why their hair was red when her hair had been blonde and why she’d never been a model when she loved fashion so much and was so pretty. Andrea liked to look at the pictures too. She loved hearing the stories and asking questions, but she also loved to make fun of Miranda’s shoulder pad fetish in the 80’s. She got a real kick out of it, and Miranda would only endure so much before she rolled her eyes and declared picture time was over. Only to give in when the twins and Andrea protested loudly and begged her to stay. She’d make a big production of considering it before settling down again. Maybe if her past had been filled with more moments like this, she’d want to remember it.
***BONUS***
Prompt: Miranda/Andy angry!sex
Rating: R
Word count: 172
Written for: sporkmetender
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
A/N: This is for my dear friend, sporkmetender, who was late to the challenge and had felt a little blue lately.
Miranda bit her shoulder so hard that she was sure she would not only have a bruise, but that it would be tender to the touch for the next week, but she couldn’t seem to care. She scratched at Miranda’s back, feeling the skin snag a little and reveled in the resulting hiss.
“You can never just admit when you’re wrong, can you? Someone might find out that the great Miranda Priestly isn’t always perfect.” She said around a moan as three fingers thrust deep into her core.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Andrea. I was not wrong. We are having to different arguments and you’re wrong in both instances.” Miranda’s voice was cold as she pressed Andy into the floor, grabbing her flailing arms and pinning them as she continued to fuck the brunette hard.
“Oh, fuck you, Miranda…” Andy gritted out through her teeth. Man that woman was infuriating.
“That’s what I’m trying to accomplish. Now if you would kindly put your mouth to better use, I think we’ll both be happy.”