Nov. 30th, 2009 02:14 am
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Title: Agendas
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada (film)
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to The Devil Wears Prada.
Summary: Kissing and caffeine and gossip.
Author's Note: A few weeks ago, I asked my friends list for some writing prompts. I'm planning to use as many of the prompts as possible in various ways, but this story is a response to [ profile] baggers' request for "New York fashion week. The McCafe stand at the tents. (Seriously, this is a reality.)" So, here's a little less than 2,000 words on that sort of thing.

Maybe it was Paris, the first morning, sunlight streaming through the windows in Miranda’s suite, lightheadedness from coffee and no breakfast, a sudden telepathy that would have been damn convenient during Andy’s first weeks on the job—whatever it was, they meant to go over some last minute changes in Miranda’s schedule (their schedule), and ended up kissing in the breakfast nook.

They lapped at each other like cats, mewling little whimpers from the backs of their throats, their tongues wet and thorough and relentless. When they pulled away, Andy looked at the way Miranda’s eyes glinted keen and alive and knew—just as she suddenly knew they were going to kiss—that Miranda had never, ever been kissed by a girl before.

What Andy didn’t know was what would happen next. She hoped Miranda would say “I want you,” and she liked the idea of kissing again and waiting until tonight to do anything else.

“You had an itinerary to show me?” Miranda asked, but her lips were wet—and not just her lips, but the corners of her mouth and even her chin, because her first time kissing a girl had turned into a mess.

Her lips were wet, and Andy wasn’t going to let her get away with a businesslike charade. Andy could feel how sticky her own mouth was, and she wiped at it with the back of her hand. After a moment’s hesitation, she extended her hand and slowly, deliberately, ran across Miranda’s own lips with her palm. They kissed once more, dry this time, nearly but not quite chaste, and it ended with Miranda saying “Itinerary” again. Andy dutifully supplied it, and then they stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the mirror in front of the door, shakily reapplying their lipstick.

Those kisses ended, and so did Paris, and Andy’s job, but very little else did.


Months passed, feverish and unsteady; Andy stuck around out of no apparent obligation.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Miranda panted, sitting up suddenly in bed. Andy’s bed, tonight, but Miranda said things like this all the time: in her own bed and at lunch and in the car and on a train heading to a cottage upstate and in that cottage and—basically, Miranda was getting addicted to Andy and addicted to telling her they had to stop.

Andy tried to follow her upright, but the sheets were tangled tightly around her legs and she flopped against the pillows. “Lie back down,” Andy said. “Please.”

Miranda stretched out again, but she didn’t look at Andy. “It isn’t right,” she said quietly as she got her breathing back.

Those words were a dangerous habit. Poisonous. Andy reached out her hand and tilted Miranda’s face toward hers with her fingertips. “You know what? Maybe it isn’t. You’re old enough to be my mother. Maybe that’s disgusting, and dirty, and sinful.” There was no stopping now—she just had to get through this without crying, just had to play it heavy enough to silence the poison once and for all. Words clicked into her brain like they were being typed; if she could say this as if she were writing, they’d be fine. “Jerry Falwell—if he knew about this, he would hate us. He thinks people like us are the reason the Twin Towers got blown up. My mother hates you, and she’s no Jerry Falwell, she’s a very nice moderate liberal from a Midwestern city. She doesn’t even know we’re together and she hates you. She’d probably hate me a little bit for being with you. And if you deigned to alert her to my presence, your mother wouldn’t think so much of me either. If the press finds out about this, they’ll poke fun of you for weeks, and they won’t be laughing with you.”

She lightly raked her fingers down Miranda’s cheek, stroked across her neck, worked a path from her collarbone to her ribs to her abdomen. “But you’re used to being hated, right, Miranda? That’s not new.” Tentatively, she brushed her fingers between Miranda’s legs. Wet, of course: they were already naked and had been halfway to fucking before Miranda froze up. “Miranda,” Andy said, “if this was really, really wrong, you wouldn’t be this wet.” Miranda’s eyes closed in embarrassment. “I’m serious,” Andy said fiercely, and Miranda opened her eyes again. “If we were truly supposed to stop, we’d have quit a long time ago.”

“I know,” Miranda said, and sighed as if she were inviting the censure of the 700 Club (no tragedy there) and their mothers (less pleasant, but manageable) right into the bedroom.

Do you? Andy asked herself, but what she said out loud was nicer for both of them. “Should I move my fingers now, or take them away?”

“Move them,” Miranda replied immediately, and Andy did.

The next morning, Miranda frowned at Andy as she waited for the coffee to brew. “I can’t believe you brought up Jerry Falwell in bed.”

“I can’t believe I let you pull all that guilt stuff for two-and-a-half months.”

As she kissed Miranda goodbye and, minutes later, headed out the door herself, it occurred to Andy that they were developing a balance in spite of themselves: they’d managed coffee and breakfast and kissing and leaving for work on time.

That evening, Miranda sat down her girls and told them whom she was seeing and for how long and why and that they were all having dinner on Sunday.

“Tell me you don’t have any plans on Sunday,” she said to Andy afterwards, having called immediately following the conversation with her daughters.

Her tone was rather urgent, Andy thought, considering it was already Friday and the night before they’d both “moved their fingers” extremely well. “I’m free,” she said. “But if you need me to come over now and take the edge off—”

“I’m talking about dinner,” Miranda said sharply. “With—” she was trying to train herself out of saying the girls or the twins all the time “—with Caroline and Cassidy.”


They were outed in January, photographed kissing in an alley near a theater.

“It was a movie theater, did you hear?” Emily said conspiratorially when Nigel got to work the next day. She’d caught him in the hallway, color high on her cheeks, and clearly wanted to dish as much as possible before Miranda arrived. “Not even a theater-theater. I told her she should be more careful. I mean, not in so many words, but—”

“Maybe she didn’t want to be careful. Wait—you knew?”

Emily rolled her eyes. “If it’s happening with Miranda, I know.”

Later in the morning, when Miranda was situated at her desk and everyone else was very carefully avoiding the topic of headlines and pictures and words—no small feat in the office of a major publication—Nigel decided it was time to be Miranda’s friend again.

“So,” he said quietly, settling into a chair across from Miranda’s desk without invitation. “You like women? I didn’t know.” It was funny, re-starting a friendship with an accusation, the hurt of discovered ignorance. His voice sounded very kindergarten: “Can we share the blocks?” “Want to come over after school?” “You like women?”

“You want to know what I like?” Miranda replied. She looked angry and pretty, and wore a charcoal grey blouse with an onyx necklace that laid just right across her chest. “I like asymmetrical hemlines, and black stockings, and amber jewelry, and...” She trailed off, breaking eye contact. “You can put the pieces together however you like.”

Nigel smiled even though she wasn’t looking in his direction. “What movie did you go see?”

“We hadn’t decided yet,” Miranda said, seeming to have forgotten that she was being stubborn about this conversation. “We didn’t end up seeing anything at all.”


For Andy—who hadn’t wanted to stop and knew it—the problem was loving the person to whom you used to bring coffee.

For Miranda—who hadn’t wanted to stop and had no idea—the problem was loving the person who used to bring you coffee.

“You need to be meaner,” Nigel said resolutely, sick of listening to Andy whine over the phone about how things just weren’t working out, how all the chemistry in the world wasn’t ridding them of their deeply embedded habits. From March to October, Andy was the bringer of coffee and Miranda was the none-too-grateful recipient, but now it was another March entirely and Nigel found it ridiculous that they were both so stuck in the past. “Don’t let her get away with anything.”

“That’s easier said than done,” Andy shot back immediately, but she didn’t follow it up with any barbs about Nigel’s eternal tenure at Runway—she was so damn nice—or his indefinite stay in Miranda’s pocket.

“You need to be nicer,” Nigel told Miranda at work the next day. “To Andy.”

Miranda’s head snapped up from her computer, face stunned into blankness. To Nigel’s credit, she didn’t do anything rash. Maybe he’d be at Runway forever—and maybe not—but at least he’d earned the right to tell Miranda the truth.

“She doesn’t belong to you,” he continued, exhilarated. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware that he should have been embarrassed to find the conversation so exciting.

“I know,” Miranda said, and Nigel was certain she wouldn’t have sounded so childish if she hadn’t been taking him seriously. He could practically see her brain taking notes.


It was only the second day of New York Fashion Week, but Andy felt like she’d been hanging around Bryant Park for a month. The silky white tents held up by metal beams made a funny compromise between indoors and out, and Andy couldn’t decide if she liked it.

“Andrea, you should come with me to Carolina Herrera today,” Miranda said. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Miranda had already told First Assistant to deal with seats, and for Second Assistant to help First Assistant. She and Andy were walking through a tent with Nigel, who was relishing his last Fashion Week as a Runway employee, though none present but Nigel knew it, and with Emily, who was doing copy-editing and an apprenticeship in Make-up and still managed to spend more time near Miranda than almost anyone else.

“Carolina Herrera,” Andy said. “Great.”

“You sound tired,” remarked Miranda. “Already. Do you need coffee?” She took Andy’s hand in hers, and Andy mentally congratulated Emily on limiting herself to a minimal cringe. More than a few heads snapped up in recognition as they made their way through the crowd, but there were a million things to gawk at today, not just (gay) Miranda Priestly and her (gay) lover doing all kinds of (gay gay gay) things right in public.

Because Miranda had some sort of built-in divining rod that picked up caffeine signals, they passed a coffee stand almost immediately.

“McCafé?” Andy asked skeptically. “Isn’t McDonalds coffee sort of gross?”

“Snob,” Miranda said, her slight smile the only hint that she understood the absurdity of the accusation.

“When I first moved to New York I ate a Big Mac a day for three weeks. Saved a bunch of money that way,” Nigel said. “It was disgusting, but I wouldn’t mind having one now.” It was ten in the morning.

“I’m somewhat surprised by this year’s corporate sponsorship,” piped up Emily. “Though I suppose I shouldn’t be.”

“I am surprised by very little,” Miranda said, and squeezed Andy’s hand in a way that told her all about being the exception. They passed the coffee stand without placing a single order.

Date: 2009-11-30 08:23 am (UTC)
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AW that was cute! And wow I loved how you covered so much of a relationship in so few words. Good work!

Date: 2009-11-30 02:28 pm (UTC)
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Thank you! I definitely didn't have time for a longer piece, so I'm glad the concision worked well for you.

Date: 2009-11-30 09:20 am (UTC)
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Wonderful, I really love your writing.

Date: 2009-11-30 11:36 am (UTC)
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I second that, wonderful writing!

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Date: 2009-11-30 09:24 am (UTC)
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You are totally amazing. I just wanted to get that out there in case I haven't said it in the past. Few words, huuuge impact. I particularly loved Nigel's kindergarten moment, and his exhilaration at telling Miranda the truth. You captured their personalities perfectly. :)

Date: 2009-11-30 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed the story. I had a lot of fun writing Nigel here, and I while I couldn't resist giving him a secret-new-job (aka one that Miranda can't botch for him) I also couldn't resist making him friends with Miranda again.

Date: 2009-11-30 09:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ahahaha, the end absolutely made me laugh quite loudly. After all the seriousness, that was a delightfully light way to end, and often how I like to think things end up.

Fabulous work, my dear! And even though it was only from my prompt, I will now think of a fic for me!

Date: 2009-11-30 02:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks! I'm really happy you liked it. McCafe=instant comic relief, I think, and for me, all the seriousness that preceded it was all there so they could get to that lighter point. And of course the whole thing was absolutely for you, not just from your prompt. It was a great prompt request, and hopefully I'll work some of your other requests into a story in the future.

Date: 2009-11-30 09:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow. That's brilliant!! I love the way you handled a prompt challenge and slipped it in just at the end. Seriously, it's all about timing and it was a lovely and well timed tap to the noggin right at the end. Loved it. It's sooooooooo soothing and enjoyable to read a well written piece.

Always looking forward to more. :)

Date: 2009-11-30 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! Timing is tough in a piece this short, and I'm glad that aspect of the story worked well for you. Thanks for reading.

Date: 2009-11-30 10:19 am (UTC)
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This was wonderful and I also agree that it was brilliant how you managed to cover their relationship in such a detailed way in a short piece of writing ;-)

I loved it!

Date: 2009-11-30 02:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! And thanks, as always, for reading and commenting. Your readership means a lot to me--and a lot of the other writers in this fandom, I think--because you always let us know what you thought. That is pretty amazing, and I really appreciate it.

Date: 2009-11-30 11:03 am (UTC)
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great story loved it

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Date: 2009-11-30 11:22 am (UTC)
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I kind of hate...hmmm.. okay hate is to strong a word, how about envy. Yes.. I totally envy you for being able to convey so much of the relationship/story in so few words... but of course the story is great.

Thanks for sharing.

Date: 2009-11-30 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aw, thanks. Writing something this short is a real challenge for me...then again, managing to write a long piece isn't a piece of cake for me either. Anyway, thanks so much for reading and letting me know what you thought!

Date: 2009-11-30 12:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I love your writing. Your way with words is amazing, and I always find myself rereading each sentence to make sure I haven't missed any hidden layer so I can enjoy all the richness of your work.

Date: 2009-11-30 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much. That's an incredibly lovely thing to say, and I am honored to have such kind readers like yourself letting me know what you think of my stuff.

Date: 2009-11-30 02:47 pm (UTC)
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Ohhhh. Lovely! :D *sigh*

I love how you manage to take us on a tour of so many distinct, discrete scenes.

“You want to know what I like?” Miranda replied. She looked angry and pretty, and wore a charcoal grey blouse with an onyx necklace that laid just right across her chest. “I like asymmetrical hemlines, and black stockings, and amber jewelry, and...” She trailed off, breaking eye contact. “You can put the pieces together however you like.”

The whole Nigel-Miranda exchange in her office was so... telling, without spelling anything out outright, and this part of it was particularly elegant; I had to go back for another read of it before I continued on because it was so nice.

I love Andy biting the bullet and womanning up to say something to Miranda. And that Miranda is quite, quite dense. And the (gay gay gay).

The voices are spot on. Great Emily. She's such a snob. :D

Fecking awesome.

Date: 2009-12-02 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much! It's a real pleasure to hear what you have to say about my writing, because your comments are always so detailed and thoughtful.

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Date: 2009-11-30 04:07 pm (UTC)
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it was bloody amazing!

Date: 2009-12-02 01:09 am (UTC)
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Thank you!

(Your Roslin icon is bloody amazing. Madame President Roslin is one of my favorite fictional characters ever.)

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Date: 2009-11-30 04:14 pm (UTC)
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I wish I had time to go into greater detail, but since I'm in a hurry: I adore your writing. I love that there is always so much to read between the lines. This was a treat, as always!

Date: 2009-12-02 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks so much for reading; as always, I truly appreciate your kind comments!

Date: 2009-11-30 06:21 pm (UTC)
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Cute and sweet.

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Date: 2009-11-30 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
i always get so excited when you post something new! i know i'm always in for a well-written, delicious story. this was definitely no exception.

i love how you can achieve such depth, such vivid detail, and such range in character development in a short fic.

very well done!

Date: 2009-12-02 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks so much! Writing something this short was about all I could manage at this point in my life, but it was definitely a challenge.

Date: 2009-11-30 09:20 pm (UTC)
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I love it, I love it, I love it!

Date: 2009-12-02 01:16 am (UTC)
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Thank you so much!

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Date: 2009-12-01 03:40 am (UTC)
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Delectable! (A la Pacino's Roy Cohn.) As always, your prose delights. Some favorite moments:

His voice sounded very kindergarten: “Can we share the blocks?” “Want to come over after school?” “You like women?”


there were a million things to gawk at today, not just (gay) Miranda Priestly and her (gay) lover doing all kinds of (gay gay gay) things right in public.

I've always admired the way you do dry wit. Your Andy, Nigel, and Miranda are very sharply funny, and it's a pleasure to read. Plus, you manage to make "We can't! We mustn't!" sex hot, angsty, and humorous all at once. Awesome!

Date: 2009-12-01 10:05 pm (UTC)
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This is so random, but I'm trying to remember who made that excellent batch of icons that included the one you've used here, and it's just escaping me. I realize it was a while ago, but do you happen to know where they can be found?

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Date: 2009-12-01 04:01 am (UTC)
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Thank you. I especially enjoyed seeing Miranda be Miranda but invested in her relationship with Andy and trying to figure out how to make it work. She didn't come across as too hard or too soft. You wrote a well tempered character and I loved it.

Date: 2009-12-02 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you very much! Your take on my Miranda is a lovely compliment indeed.

Date: 2009-12-01 05:07 am (UTC)
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I love that you made Emily really smart.

Emily rolled her eyes. “If it’s happening with Miranda, I know.”

It shows her a respect that lots of writers (including myself) leave out. She's so often used for comic relief, at her own expense, and it's great to have her be the sharp one.

And like many other readers, the gay gay gay just made it all worth it. I adored it--sweet, and fun, and loving and lots of other good things. Well done. Who knew a McCafe could result in such great stuff?

Date: 2009-12-02 01:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you, as always. I loved writing something fun and short and light. I never give Emily enough attention, so I liked playing with her character a little bit! My take on movie-Emily is that she is very smart, but so much of her brain is taken up by Miranda and clothes that her dealings with, you know, all other people seem a little bit odd. Here, the thing going on with Miranda is out-of-the-ordinary enough that she's moved to weigh in on it with other people, and it made sense to me that the outing would not be a revelation for Emily.

Thanks again for reading and letting me know what you thought. I hope your exchange story is going well!

Can we share the blocks?

Date: 2009-12-01 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
(Sometimes it feels like everyone waits until I'm offline to be fabulous! Sorry I missed this when it was first posted.)

There's something so cute about the fact that they reapply their lipstick side by side after they make out, instead of in separate rooms as I might have expected. I can totally see them doing it, M trying to be all cool and normal, as though there's absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

Nigel's words about Miranda ("Maybe she didn't want to be careful") are very interesting. Was this a calculated move to out them on her part, and if so, was Andy in on it? Andy doesn't seem to have suspected a thing, if this was the case. Do you think she meant to do it?

His kindergarten moment with Miranda is also adorable. Particularly in light of her later "childish" reply when he brings it up again. It's clear that Miranda's love life is one of the Things They Do Not Talk About, and their gravity and awkwardness is awesome.

Other things which make me smile a lot: (gay gay gay), Nigel's fond exasperation at Andy's niceness, Miranda's quip about the things she likes, Miranda's calling Andy a snob.

You've fit a lot into this, for a short one-shot. It's fascinating to me to see how some of us in this fandom seem to be finding creative ways to reinvent the material, and new ways to structure fics so we aren't re-treading the same old ground. I'm a huge fan of your concision, and I can't wait to see what folks get into for Secret Santas this year (particularly you, obviously, but everyone else as well). Thank you for posting this -- it made my day.

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Date: 2009-12-02 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I'm so happy you liked it. After having you edit other stuff for me, I felt a bit weird about posting this sans-beta read, but it was short and fun and about McDonalds trying to get fancy and I figured your semester has probably hit post-Thanksgiving Crazy Time.

That being said, I'm going to email you soon re: my Secret Santa story. Oh. My. God. I don't know if I need an editor or a sex therapist for my stolen fictional characters or a sex therapist for myself or what, but...yeah. You'll be getting an email (not soon, necessarily, because I have a bunch of non-fanfic craziness going on, but as soon as I have the time to put this mess into words).

Nigel's words about Miranda ("Maybe she didn't want to be careful") are very interesting. Was this a calculated move to out them on her part, and if so, was Andy in on it? Andy doesn't seem to have suspected a thing, if this was the case. Do you think she meant to do it?

I don't think it was calculated on M's part, at least not consciously. She's certainly a person who does lots of things that result in publicity, but her concern for her daughters' well-being is such that I don't think she would intentionally do something that would definitely result in scandalous publicity at this point in her life. All the same, I think Nigel's correct in that M has very little interest in being "careful" to the point that she can't live her life the way she wants. In this case, that means being a little less circumspect than usual about showing affection, worrying a little less about who's looking.

Looking at it from the twin's perspective, publicity relating to the outing would be stressful but not nearly as sad as publicity relating to the divorce. "Mom's in love and got caught kissing her girlfriend on a date" ( the alley) is a lot less traumatizing than "Mom's husband is leaving her and she's a cold-hearted bitch who can't keep a man and her only lasting relationship is with her job."

Thanks again for reading--I always love reading your interpretations and feelings about my writing. I hope you're doing well, and we should catch up soon!

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Date: 2009-12-03 06:30 pm (UTC)
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Delightful as always!

You know what I love the most? How swiftly and effortlessly you pass by all the already (so, so, so many times) established possible troubling points in their imagined relationship (coming together, the kids, public exposure etc) and focus on snippets of their lives - which are much more telling in the end.

And I love how messy they are when they kiss.

Date: 2009-12-07 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks so much! Those many-times established plot points are exhausting to work around (by which I mean acknowledging for the sake of canon and in-characterness, but not writing out every single related detail), and I'm glad you feel like it worked to pass them by here. I had a lot of fun with this one, and I appreciate your reading as always.

Date: 2009-12-14 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Everyone's said it before so I'll just echo the sentiments. Loved the story and how you wrote it. Thank you.

Date: 2009-12-19 02:09 pm (UTC)
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Thanks so much; I'm glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-03-10 05:51 pm (UTC)
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I love how your stories unravel like a ball of yarn. Reading them is like stretching out my back or drinking a cup of tea. One of those little things that make me happy consistently for no good reason at all. Your writing is elegant and beautiful, so thank you for reaffirming my faith in the necessity and comfort of stores.

Date: 2010-03-12 01:41 am (UTC)
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Thank you so much. That is such a kind thing to say, and getting this comment made me really happy!

Date: 2010-04-27 05:00 am (UTC)
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A great read. I enjoyed all of your stories. :) I loled (seriously) at the (gay gay gay) part. XDDD

Date: 2010-04-28 12:12 am (UTC)
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Thanks so much! I'm very glad that you enjoyed my stories.


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