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Title: And Even Though It All Went Wrong

Author: Mary Griggs

Fandom: DWP

Pairing: Miranda/Andy

Rating: G

Word Count: 1660

Summary: Miranda comes home to find Andy in meltdown.

 

Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.

 

The title of this work is from a lyric in the Leonard Cohen song “Hallelujah.” On Saturday Night Live, Kate McKinnon’s rendition as Hillary Clinton brought tears to my eyes – https://youtu.be/BG-_ZDrypec . After finishing the song, she turned to the audience and said, “I’m not giving up. And neither should you.”

***** 

 

Miranda let herself into the house after a long and exhausting day. It was the culmination of a week from hell, made longer and more exhausting by the miasma of grief and sadness permeating Runway’s floor and the city of New York itself.

 

After dropping her keys and purse on the side table, Miranda stirred her fingers in the cut crystal bowl filled with political pins. Her eyes stung with tears as she ran a fingertip over the cloisonné ‘I believe that she will win’ and the arrowed H’s and cursive, gold-wrought Hillary. She had to blink rapidly to clear her eyes to see the glass pin Andrea brought back from the Democratic National Convention.

 

“We cracked the ceiling but it didn’t break,” she murmured to the vase of flowers standing sentry in the silent hall.

 

She toed off her shoes and shivered a little at the chill in the marble floor. With a very unladylike grunt, she bent down to pick them up, her calves tight from wearing the heels for ten hours. Dangling their straps from her index finger, she carried them with her into the kitchen.

 

She gusted out a big sigh at the sight. There were dirty dishes in the sink and an empty ice cream container on its side on the counter, surrounded by a puddle of melted Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk. Beside it was jar of fudge sauce and an opened bag of Biscoff cookies with a trail of crumbs leading to an open canister of marshmallow fluff.

 

Resolutely ignoring the mess, Miranda started a kettle to boil water for tea. She used the heart shaped tea infuser spoon Andrea had gifted to her and filled it with dried passionflowers. Miranda hoped the herbal concoction lived up to its hype and soothed her anxiety and calmed her circular thoughts. To the hot water in her mug, she added a generous dollop of Tupelo honey. Leaving it on a clear spot on the counter to steep for ten minutes, she turned her back on the kitchen and trudged upstairs.

 

Thinking Andrea might be napping, she tiptoed through the darkened bedroom until she reached the light switch inside the walk-in closet. Glancing at the bed, her brow furrowed to see the bed empty. As she wondered where her partner was, she headed into the closet. Peeling off her day wear and tossing the items into either the dry cleaning or laundry bag, she gratefully shrugged off her bra and took a deep cleansing breath only to cough.

 

The underlying scent of the laundry detergent and her perfume was nearly overwhelmed by the smell burnt popcorn. Shaking her head, Miranda pulled on some stretchy yoga pants and super soft socks. Tonight was a night for comfort, she decided. Running her hand over the faded Northwestern University seal on a grey sweatshirt, she pulled it over her head and mused that a major benefit of her involvement with the younger woman was the increase of casual wear in her wardrobe. Andrea’s insistence that she clearly delineate between work clothes and non-work clothes had the added benefit of more relaxed and happier times at home.

 

Miranda went into the bathroom and washed her hands and face. After wiping the makeup from her skin, she rubbed in some Swiss lotion, focusing on the puffy skin beneath her eyes. With her skincare routine done, she decided to track down her partner.

 

Following the odor of charred popcorn, she climbed up the next flight of stairs to the entertainment room. From the doorway, she saw the blue flickering of a movie. She could just make out an Andrea shaped mound in the center of the couch.

 

Her younger lover had made a nest out of several comforters and even had one covering her head. Starring intently at the screen, she mindlessly fed popcorn into her mouth, dropping several pieces to join the pile of other kernels on her lap.

 

“Darling?”

 

Andy blinked and turned her head. “Miranda! I’m so glad you’re home.”

 

“Hopefully not just to do the dishes.”

 

“Huh?” Andy scratched her nose, not realizing she still had a handful of popcorn clenched in her fist. She dropped the kernels back into the bowl and wiped her hand on her shirt.

 

Miranda pinched the bridge of her nose. “Could you be more of a mess? You left the kitchen in a shambles!”

 

Big brown eyes starred up at her. Andy sniffed. “Sorry, Miranda.”

 

“What’s up with you?” Miranda asked. She stepped into the room and nearly stepped on a laptop. “What the…”

 

“Oh, I had to get that away from me.”

 

“Why?”

 

“My newsfeed was filled with so many triggers. I’ve had to unfriend so many cousins!”

 

“You aren’t the only who is developing election related PTSD.” Miranda set the computer on the coffee table. “Did you go into work today?”

 

“No. I tried but I just couldn’t face it.”

 

“All right. What are you watching?”

 

“Harry Potter.”

 

“Which one?”

 

“All of them.”

 

“Really? Why?”

 

“I…I had to. I had to see with my own eyes.”

 

“See what, sweetheart?”

 

“Voldemort can’t have won!” Andy wailed. “I keep watching to try and see where we went wrong.”

 

“You do realize that the election happened in real life and, as talented as JK Rowling is, she wasn’t prognosticating.”

 

“Yeah, but…” Andy wiped tears from her eyes. “I still don’t understand it. I can’t wrap my head around it and I want someone to blame!”

 

“Is finding fault really helpful?”

 

“I guess not but it might help me wake up from this nightmare.”

 

“Darling, it is a sad truth that our country has just elected a man who has used racism, bigotry, homophobia, and misogyny to ascend to the highest office in America.” Miranda sighed. “Even worse, the Vice-President-Elect is easily one of the most anti-LGBTQ and anti-woman politicians in recent history and will likely have a strong voice in Trump’s administration.”

 

Andy wailed and started rocking back and forth. After a moment or two, she asked, “Doesn’t it bother you? I can hardly function – I’ve stress eaten my weight in junk food!”

 

“Of course it bothers me. Right now, I’m grieving for what might have been and sickened by the thought of the progress we may lose.”

 

“I keep crying,” Andy said as she wiped her eyes with the heels of her hands.

 

“I do, too.” Miranda sat down on the couch and pulled Andy into her arms. She picked off a couple of stray kernels of popcorn. “We still have each other to lean on, even here amongst the rubble.”

 

“Sorry about the mess. I’m so out of sorts. I haven’t managed to do anything productive since they called it.”

 

Miranda thought back to that long Tuesday night and the way acid had churned in her stomach as Florida and Ohio and North Carolina had been called for Trump. By the time Wisconsin had been called, she had been a nervous wreck. She squeezed Andy tight. “It is going to be hard.”

 

“So hard,” Andy mumbled.

 

“Two to four years of hard.”

 

“Two?”

 

“There are the midterm elections coming up.”

 

“That’s right!” Andy sat up. “All 435 seats in the House and 34 of the Senate seats are up for re-election plus 34 of the states elect governors!”

 

 “Exactly. However, to get things done, we need to take care of ourselves first.”

 

“What do you have in mind?”

 

“Let’s go run a bubble bath. We can soak together in some soothing lavender.”

 

“That sounds lovely,” Andy said as she leaned back into Miranda’s arms and snuggled close. “And then?”

 

“Take time to mourn.”

 

“No-one died…yet.” Andy sniffled. “I was so scared that those protests against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would turn deadly.”

 

“I’m even more frightened for our non-white, non-Christian friends who are trying to raise children in this poisonous atmosphere. We have heard their plan — mass repeal for everything from food stamps for the very poor to Obamacare to marriage equality.”

 

“Don’t forget mass deportations of immigrants.”

 

“Yes. The most vulnerable in our nation are in the crosshairs. So many haters have been emboldened by his election.”

 

She smiled when Andy wiggled around in her arms so she could return Miranda’s hug.

 

“Love trumps hate.”

 

“It has been hard to believe in the power of love these past few days.” Miranda brushed a lock of hair from Andy’s forehead.

 

“Some of that is on me – I’ve had a hard time connecting with anyone since...well, you know.”

 

“You’re not alone, my darling. It is going to take a while for us to get past this feeling of profound loss to the action stage.”

 

“There’s going to be some action?” Andy asked, waggling her eyebrows.

 

Miranda laughed and then kissed her fiercely. “I wasn’t talking of lovemaking, although I shan’t be saying no to that, either.”

 

“What kind, then?”

 

“We must move fiercely forward to protect what we achieved. We must support our allies and empower marginalized communities.”

 

“How?”

 

Miranda glanced around the room. “I’m afforded many privileges, from my skin color to my wealth. I can donate to community organizations doing the lobbying, public advocacy and education.”

 

“My schedule is flexible. I could donate time and be a volunteer.”

 

“Indeed.”

 

“They may slow us down but they will never turn us back.”

 

“Exactly,” Miranda said as she held Andy close. “We’re stronger together.”

 

 

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Title: Pantsuits, Glass Ceilings and Getting a Good Night’s Sleep

Author: Mary Griggs

Fandom: DWP

Pairing: Miranda/Andy

Rating: G

Word Count: 1500

Summary: Miranda spends some time on Facebook the night before the US Presidential election and wakes Andy up.

Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.


*****

Andy Sachs rolled over and blinked tiredly. There was an odd glow filling the bedroom. She glanced at the windows. With the blackout curtains closed, not a single beam of light was getting through. Turning her head, she looked at the nightstand clock – four twenty in bright red numbers. Not time for anyone to be up – not her, considering she had gotten in at midnight from covering a late-night Port Authority appropriations meeting and not her girlfriend, who had to be up at five o’clock in the morning.

 

Her lips quirked at the thought of being able to call Miranda Priestly her girlfriend. Even after two years of near-blissful cohabitation, she still got a thrill when thinking of finding her way back into her ex-bosses good graces and into her bed.

 

Squinting a little, Andy tried to focus on the woman she loved. Miranda was leaning back against the headboard with her phone held close to her face. She was biting the tip of her tongue and typing furiously with her thumbs.

 

“What are you doing? And why aren’t you wearing your glasses?”

 

Miranda startled and nearly dropped the phone. “Oh, darling. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

 

“The screen is a little bright.”

 

“Yes, I know. Remind me to call Tim Cook about improving the night time functions of his phones.”

 

“Right, right. I’ll get right on that,” Andy said as she rubbed her eyes. “But, what are you doing now? At four-freaking-thirty in the morning?”

 

“I was invited to this secret group on Facebook and it is marvelous.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I’ve been reading for hours now. All these women sharing their stories.”

 

“Lots of secret groups out there. How’d you find this one?”

 

“Oh, I was added without my permission by someone already in it. I went to take myself out when I started reading.” Miranda reached over and grabbed her reading glasses. She sat up a little more and waved her phone. She said, “There is definitely no enthusiasm gap among these women.”

 

“So I see.” Andy murmured.

 

“Grandmothers talking about their experiences as the first or only women in their fields. Mothers talking about their fears for their daughters. All these women, dreaming of a different future for themselves. Quite amazing, honestly.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Indeed. It is like an oasis. A refuge of support and encouragement in a world that feels so hostile to those of us supporting Hillary.”

 

“I can get that. What’s it called?”

 

“Pantsuit Nation.” Miranda turned her phone slightly. “Other than the name, it is inspiring.”

 

“What is wrong with the name?”

 

“Glorifying pantsuits? I mean, notwithstanding the garment’s practicality, it is an insipid fashion choice.”

 

“Every woman I know owns one. Heck, even Beyoncé put her backup dancers in pantsuits for that Clinton fundraising event the other day.”

 

“Just because you are a woman in politics or business doesn’t mean you can’t be daring.”

 

“We are already being judged by our looks. You want more attention focused on our clothes?”

 

“Don’t be naïve. The judging is happening. We just can’t let it keep us from reimagining what a woman leader looks like. She need not be neutered by her clothing or choose the boring uniformity of a man’s suit.” Miranda sighed. “There is such beauty in a woman with power.”

 

“Don’t I know it,” Andy whispered to herself as she squeezed her legs together. Her memories of Miranda in her A-line pinstripe suit were all that sustained her in those dark days after she quit in Paris.

 

“What was that?” Miranda asked.

 

“Uh, I was just thinking that so many women thought leaders find the subject of fashion to be a distraction from their message.” She cleared her throat. “I know used to think that serious people didn’t waste time choosing belts.”

 

Miranda’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Even after the cerulean lecture?”

 

She was grateful for the darkness in the room to hide her blush. “Not so much after, as you well know. And, definitely not so much after I spent time in the industry. But, you still have to admit it is harder for women to be taken seriously at work and clothes have a big role to play in that.”

 

“If that was the case, let’s just give up and wear the burqa.”

 

Andy snorted. “Yeah, I just see you sitting still for that.”

 

Miranda dropped her phone into her lap. “If we’re not careful, there are some in our country that would have women out of the public sphere entirely. They want us silent and powerless. Just look at the language used by some of the tea party evangelicals or alt-right personalities supporting Trump.”

 

“That can’t happen here.”

 

“No? Those who impose Sharia law in other countries are close ideological cousins to many of those legislating women’s lives here in America. Everything from marriage equality to reproductive freedom to equal pay are being assailed by these homegrown extremists under the justification of their sincerely held religious beliefs!”

 

Raking a hand through her hair, Andy muttered, “I can’t believe we’re discussing Sharia law at this hour of the morning.”

 

“I can’t help it if you’re so easily drawn off topic.”

 

“What was the topic again?” Andy asked.

 

“Pantsuit Nation.”

 

“Right. Why are they hiding in a secret group?”

 

“You should read what some of these women are hearing from their friends and family and coworkers against Hillary. It is especially the case for women in the Red states or in rural areas. They just don’t feel safe.”

 

“I get that. This election has made me really aware of how dissent is expressed and when and where I can express said dissent without being trolled.” Andy sighed. “I hope they feel brave enough when they go behind the curtain to vote.”

 

“Yes, there is lot of voter encouragement. I think there are many who will be surprised by how many are finding their power and their voices.”

 

“Cool that women are supporting each other.”

 

“Exactly! Too many try to divide us and pit us against each other, as if the needs of a refugee mother is so different from that of an inner city single mom or a Quiverfull mother of twelve.”

 

“Sisterhood is powerful.”

 

Miranda arched her eyebrow. “Don’t mock it, Andrea. The original concept was incredibly empowering and continues to be a benchmark of radical, feminist thought.”

 

“Sorry. It is just so early,” she whined. Perking up, she drew her finger down Miranda’s arm. “Can’t we do something else if we’re both going to be awake in bed at this hour?”

 

Miranda smiled at her and placed her phone on the nightstand. As she took Andy into her arms, she asked, “You didn’t early vote, did you?”

 

“No, I couldn’t get free.”

 

She frowned and released her hold. “Well, consider this bed as cold as Lysistrata’s until I see an ‘I voted’ sticker.”

 

“Say what?”

 

“From the play by Aristophanes.” At Andy’s continued blank look, she elaborated, “Lysistrata called upon the women of Greece to withhold sex until the men ended the Peloponnesian War.”

 

“Hey, I didn’t have anything to do with nominating that bloviating orange nightmare!”

 

“But you can have an impact on the changing of the culture that legitimizes his agenda. You have to vote and you have to make sure all your friends are getting out there and voting, too.”

 

“Of course, I’m going to vote. Probably after work.” Andy shrugged. “Maybe at lunch.”

 

“Make a plan now.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Find out where your voting location is and put it in your phone.”

 

“Don’t I have the same one as last time?”

 

“Maybe not now after moving in here with us.”

 

“Oh, right.”

 

“Also, the lines could be long and things may delay you. If you make a plan, you’re much more likely to stick with it long enough to help break one of the most enduring glass ceilings on the planet.”

 

“That makes sense.”

 

“Do you know about the other candidates and other initiatives on the ballot?”

 

“Mostly, yeah.”

 

“Honestly, Andrea, you need to know better than mostly. This is our future and not something one can just wing.” Miranda sighed. “You can get a sample ballot from the Secretary of State’s website to know exactly what’s on it and can use your voting time most efficiently.”

 

“I can do that.”

 

“If you have questions about candidate positions try going to the local League of Women Voters website.”

 

“Okay. I will.”

 

“Good girl.” Miranda leaned over and kissed her thoroughly before climbing out of bed.

 

Andy blinked dazedly up at her. “Hey! You can’t just leave me like this!”
 

“Don’t be dramatic, Andrea. I’m merely letting you get an early start. The polls open at six, you know!”

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posted by [personal profile] marygriggs at 06:03pm on 22/03/2015 under ,
 Title: D&G? You Mean Dead and Gone?
Author: Mary Griggs
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2550
Summary: Miranda gets a little help from her friends when some designers trash talk families like hers.

Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.

Story Prompt: Based on bsofthewest’s prompt following the news that Elton John had begun #BoycottDolceGabbana following their recent remarks in an interview. (http://www.cbc.ca/news/trending/elton-john-boycotts-dolce-gabbana-over-ivf-baby-comments-1.2996757)


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posted by [personal profile] marygriggs at 11:02pm on 13/06/2013 under ,
 Title: Spread Your Wings
Author: Mary Griggs
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: R
Word Count: 10,400 words in 9 parts
Summary: Andy appears in Miranda’s home and grows a pair…a pair of wings.

Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the true owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.

I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit. ~Mae West


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posted by [personal profile] marygriggs at 10:56pm on 13/06/2013 under ,
Title: Spread Your Wings
Author: Mary Griggs
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: R
Word Count: 10,400 words in 9 parts
Summary: Andy appears in Miranda’s home and grows a pair…a pair of wings.

Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the true owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.

I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit. ~Mae West


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posted by [personal profile] marygriggs at 10:41pm on 13/06/2013 under ,
Title: Spread Your Wings
Author: Mary Griggs
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: R
Word Count: 10,400 words in 9 parts
Summary: Andy appears in Miranda’s home and grows a pair…a pair of wings.

Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the true owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.

I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit. ~Mae West


Spread Your Wings - Part Seven )
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posted by [personal profile] marygriggs at 10:32pm on 13/06/2013 under ,
Title: Spread Your Wings
Author: Mary Griggs
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: R
Word Count: 10,400 words in 9 parts
Summary: Andy appears in Miranda’s home and grows a pair…a pair of wings.

Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the true owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.

I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit. ~Mae West

 

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posted by [personal profile] marygriggs at 10:18pm on 13/06/2013 under ,
 Title: Spread Your Wings
Author: Mary Griggs
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: R
Word Count: 10,400 words in 9 parts
Summary: Andy appears in Miranda’s home and grows a pair…a pair of wings.
 
Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the true owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.
 
I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit. ~Mae West

Spread Your Wings - Part Five )
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posted by [personal profile] marygriggs at 10:07pm on 13/06/2013 under ,
 Title: Spread Your Wings

Author: Mary Griggs

Fandom: DWP

Pairing: Miranda/Andy

Rating: R

Word Count: 10,400 words in 9 parts

Summary: Andy appears in Miranda’s home and grows a pair…a pair of wings.

 

Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the true owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.

 

I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit. ~Mae West

 

 


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posted by [personal profile] marygriggs at 09:38pm on 13/06/2013 under ,
 Title: Spread Your Wings

Author: Mary Griggs

Fandom: DWP

Pairing: Miranda/Andy

Rating: R

Word Count: 10,400 words in 9 parts

Summary: Andy appears in Miranda’s home and grows a pair…a pair of wings.

 

Author’s Notes: Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox are the true owners; I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.

 

I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit. ~Mae West


 


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