PQRST; yeah I know my alphabet.
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
In a precious moment of quiet peace in the office, Emily let her frazzled mind to wander about the woman in the next room, who sat at the helm of Runway, the fashion bible to the devout across the globe. Miranda was a demanding woman, always expecting only the utmost best of people’s abilities and never settling for any less. She was tough and ruthless. Some would describe her to be rigid.
Emily knew better.
In the important position of first sentinel at the gates of the devil, she clandestinely watched Miranda transform from ice cold to a monochrome vision of ethereal beauty. What the unaware didn’t know was that Miranda was cultured and had refined tastes; she loved Bach and Sondheim and was an aficionado of minimalistic art. She loved her twin daughters dearly and doted on them, appeasing their unhappiness of her absence (that cannot be helped) with expensive gifts. Through layers of makeup and carefully carved masks, Emily saw, Miranda was loving and kind, in contrast to her usual label of heartless. Off the pedestal she had often been unwittingly set on, Miranda Priestly was fallible and more than capable of love.
Plagued with images of Miranda in unbridled pleasure, writhing in ecstasy under Andrea etched permanently into her psyche, Emily sorely regretted entering the townhouse study one night.
Even with youth and time on her side, she was no fool. The devastating truth remained; in the eyes of a certain doe-eyed brunette, Emily would never compare.
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing(s): Andy/Miranda
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: queasy
Title: Pregnant
Andy hurried to the bathroom, desperately reaching for the toilet bowl, doubling over to empty out the contents of her stomach. Maybe that late lunch with Doug at that new little restaurant, where she had the salmon and beef cheek ravioli, had been too rich and didn’t agree with her. Or it could be food poisoning. Or is it because she had exerted her body too soon after eating? Patricia had to be sent to the groomer’s but the slippery Saint Bernard had other ideas and she chased it for two blocks.
Briefly, she considered the most extreme possibility. What if she was... pregnant? The thought alone made her uneasy and left her quaking with anxiety. Andy brushed those feelings aside and went on with her day, to worrying about unforgivable fashion choices and scheduling errors, forcing herself to think about anything except that. But when she threw up her dinner, Andy decided she shouldn’t dither or put it off and bought a home pregnancy kit. With eyes wide as snow globes, she stared blankly at the result. Positive. Great, what was Andy going to tell Miranda now?
Bracing for impact, Andy walked into work the next day, “Miranda.” Sapphire eyes turned to hers expectantly and Andy thought she was going to be sick again.
“I’m pregnant.”
The silence was unbearable before Miranda finally spoke, “Have you told him?”
Andy wanted to ask, “About the baby or us?”, but instead said, “Should I?” Either way, Andy wasn’t sure she should.
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: rumour
Title: Object of Rumour
“Miranda’s been acting weird lately.”
There was a slight pause. “Well more than usual,” the person corrected. “She’s bouncy! Plus she’s been asking me to get her Cartier and designer wear.”
“Yeah that’s really odd. Especially for Miranda Priestly,” the Brazilian snorted ungainly. “No, silly, the jewellery and clothes were not meant for her. Gifts.”
“So? I still don’t see what is so-” There were sounds of water running on and then off.
“The clothes were all size six,” Emily whispered quietly, but they both heard her loud and clear.
“Are you saying Miranda and...” Serena trailed off, unsure how to put it into words. Both of them laughed it off, “Nah!” before leaving the bathroom still giggling. “Really, I don’t know what I was thinking! It’s impossible!” Emily’s voice was shrill.
Andy stumbled out of the stall, legs a little wobbly after having the strength kissed out of her fiercely by Miranda and nearly having their secret affair exposed. She leaned against the sink as Miranda emerged from the same stall and evenly strode to the next sink, washing her hands, the same hands that had been buried between her thighs before they were interrupted.
“Andrea, stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” Andy didn’t think she was looking at her any differently.
“Stop looking at me like you want to take me against the door,” Miranda raised her brow knowingly. Andy blushed furiously.
“So, want to give Emily a heart attack? Come to the party with me.”
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: storm
Title: Can I At Least Try?
Eyes on fire, Miranda looked like she was ready to pounce. Her posture was stiff. “What do you mean you don’t have a job anymore? They fired you? I don’t believe this. Don’t worry, I’ll speak to the owner of the paper. They will rehire you. You’ll work less hours, I’ll see to renegotiating your contract and-“
“Miranda, relax. I wasn’t fired. I quit,” Andy caught Miranda’s hands gesturing wildly mid-rant.
“Why?” Miranda was incredulous.
“I want to write.”
“Yes, I know darling but couldn’t you do that at the Mirror?”
“I want to write a book,” Andy said pointedly. “And the story’s going to be about you and me, how I started as your second assistant but had somehow fallen madly in love with you and ended up changing each other’s lives. There’ll be cerulean sweaters, drunken exes and Chanel leather boots. Oh Emily, Nigel and the girls are going to be in it too,” Andy exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice.
“Heavens,” Miranda heaved a sigh, “How ghastly.”
“Miranda!” Andy threw a pillow in her general direction, missing her mark.
She received a slow kiss for her efforts, Miranda’s arms circling her in a sweet embrace. “Don’t try to use sex to get your way, it won’t work this time. I’m absolutely writing that book.”
Later, after The Devil Wears Prada was a success, Andy gleefully told her lover, “It’s gonna be made into a movie!”
Miranda said after a beat, “Can I at least try this time?”
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing(s): Andy/Miranda
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 109
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Title borrowed from a Tegan and Sara song, don’t own that either.
Author’s Note: For the ABCs of DWP drabble challenge at dvlwears_prada.
Prompt: tutor
Title: Like O, Like H (in Your Gut)
Andy Sachs didn’t know just exactly how she’d end up with her head between Miranda’s legs. She really couldn’t recall, was there alcohol involved? She vaguely recalled some kind of titillating promise for her to learn. Wait, learn? She should be worried, she supposed, in this weakened state, she was willing and pliant, Miranda’s strong thighs could very well crush her skull but she didn’t care. Miranda could murder her mid-orgasm and Andy would die blissful and content.
All that mattered was that Andy loved the raw natural scent of Miranda and the feeling of her polished nails raking through Andy’s hair. Miranda Priestly really was a great teacher.
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
In a precious moment of quiet peace in the office, Emily let her frazzled mind to wander about the woman in the next room, who sat at the helm of Runway, the fashion bible to the devout across the globe. Miranda was a demanding woman, always expecting only the utmost best of people’s abilities and never settling for any less. She was tough and ruthless. Some would describe her to be rigid.
Emily knew better.
In the important position of first sentinel at the gates of the devil, she clandestinely watched Miranda transform from ice cold to a monochrome vision of ethereal beauty. What the unaware didn’t know was that Miranda was cultured and had refined tastes; she loved Bach and Sondheim and was an aficionado of minimalistic art. She loved her twin daughters dearly and doted on them, appeasing their unhappiness of her absence (that cannot be helped) with expensive gifts. Through layers of makeup and carefully carved masks, Emily saw, Miranda was loving and kind, in contrast to her usual label of heartless. Off the pedestal she had often been unwittingly set on, Miranda Priestly was fallible and more than capable of love.
Plagued with images of Miranda in unbridled pleasure, writhing in ecstasy under Andrea etched permanently into her psyche, Emily sorely regretted entering the townhouse study one night.
Even with youth and time on her side, she was no fool. The devastating truth remained; in the eyes of a certain doe-eyed brunette, Emily would never compare.
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing(s): Andy/Miranda
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: queasy
Title: Pregnant
Andy hurried to the bathroom, desperately reaching for the toilet bowl, doubling over to empty out the contents of her stomach. Maybe that late lunch with Doug at that new little restaurant, where she had the salmon and beef cheek ravioli, had been too rich and didn’t agree with her. Or it could be food poisoning. Or is it because she had exerted her body too soon after eating? Patricia had to be sent to the groomer’s but the slippery Saint Bernard had other ideas and she chased it for two blocks.
Briefly, she considered the most extreme possibility. What if she was... pregnant? The thought alone made her uneasy and left her quaking with anxiety. Andy brushed those feelings aside and went on with her day, to worrying about unforgivable fashion choices and scheduling errors, forcing herself to think about anything except that. But when she threw up her dinner, Andy decided she shouldn’t dither or put it off and bought a home pregnancy kit. With eyes wide as snow globes, she stared blankly at the result. Positive. Great, what was Andy going to tell Miranda now?
Bracing for impact, Andy walked into work the next day, “Miranda.” Sapphire eyes turned to hers expectantly and Andy thought she was going to be sick again.
“I’m pregnant.”
The silence was unbearable before Miranda finally spoke, “Have you told him?”
Andy wanted to ask, “About the baby or us?”, but instead said, “Should I?” Either way, Andy wasn’t sure she should.
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: rumour
Title: Object of Rumour
“Miranda’s been acting weird lately.”
There was a slight pause. “Well more than usual,” the person corrected. “She’s bouncy! Plus she’s been asking me to get her Cartier and designer wear.”
“Yeah that’s really odd. Especially for Miranda Priestly,” the Brazilian snorted ungainly. “No, silly, the jewellery and clothes were not meant for her. Gifts.”
“So? I still don’t see what is so-” There were sounds of water running on and then off.
“The clothes were all size six,” Emily whispered quietly, but they both heard her loud and clear.
“Are you saying Miranda and...” Serena trailed off, unsure how to put it into words. Both of them laughed it off, “Nah!” before leaving the bathroom still giggling. “Really, I don’t know what I was thinking! It’s impossible!” Emily’s voice was shrill.
Andy stumbled out of the stall, legs a little wobbly after having the strength kissed out of her fiercely by Miranda and nearly having their secret affair exposed. She leaned against the sink as Miranda emerged from the same stall and evenly strode to the next sink, washing her hands, the same hands that had been buried between her thighs before they were interrupted.
“Andrea, stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” Andy didn’t think she was looking at her any differently.
“Stop looking at me like you want to take me against the door,” Miranda raised her brow knowingly. Andy blushed furiously.
“So, want to give Emily a heart attack? Come to the party with me.”
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: storm
Title: Can I At Least Try?
Eyes on fire, Miranda looked like she was ready to pounce. Her posture was stiff. “What do you mean you don’t have a job anymore? They fired you? I don’t believe this. Don’t worry, I’ll speak to the owner of the paper. They will rehire you. You’ll work less hours, I’ll see to renegotiating your contract and-“
“Miranda, relax. I wasn’t fired. I quit,” Andy caught Miranda’s hands gesturing wildly mid-rant.
“Why?” Miranda was incredulous.
“I want to write.”
“Yes, I know darling but couldn’t you do that at the Mirror?”
“I want to write a book,” Andy said pointedly. “And the story’s going to be about you and me, how I started as your second assistant but had somehow fallen madly in love with you and ended up changing each other’s lives. There’ll be cerulean sweaters, drunken exes and Chanel leather boots. Oh Emily, Nigel and the girls are going to be in it too,” Andy exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice.
“Heavens,” Miranda heaved a sigh, “How ghastly.”
“Miranda!” Andy threw a pillow in her general direction, missing her mark.
She received a slow kiss for her efforts, Miranda’s arms circling her in a sweet embrace. “Don’t try to use sex to get your way, it won’t work this time. I’m absolutely writing that book.”
Later, after The Devil Wears Prada was a success, Andy gleefully told her lover, “It’s gonna be made into a movie!”
Miranda said after a beat, “Can I at least try this time?”
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing(s): Andy/Miranda
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 109
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Title borrowed from a Tegan and Sara song, don’t own that either.
Author’s Note: For the ABCs of DWP drabble challenge at dvlwears_prada.
Prompt: tutor
Title: Like O, Like H (in Your Gut)
Andy Sachs didn’t know just exactly how she’d end up with her head between Miranda’s legs. She really couldn’t recall, was there alcohol involved? She vaguely recalled some kind of titillating promise for her to learn. Wait, learn? She should be worried, she supposed, in this weakened state, she was willing and pliant, Miranda’s strong thighs could very well crush her skull but she didn’t care. Miranda could murder her mid-orgasm and Andy would die blissful and content.
All that mattered was that Andy loved the raw natural scent of Miranda and the feeling of her polished nails raking through Andy’s hair. Miranda Priestly really was a great teacher.