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"She thinks we're on a date," Emily said, when the woman had gone, around a spoonful of something with figs in it.
"We're two friends having dinner."
"At a candlelit corner table for two and a half hours."
"It's a small restaurant, they're all corner tables."
"You ordered me the exact side I would have ordered, if I'd been allowed to keep reading the menu instead of being informed I'd taken long enough."
"That's not a date, that's paying attention."
"Mm," said Emily, in a tone that conceded precisely nothing, and ate the fig dessert, and did not, Andy noted, ever actually get around to saying it wasn't.
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More than a decade after Andy had left runway, a chance meeting at a bakery reunites her with Emily, freshly divorced and pregnant with her second child. What follows is, of course, a love story.
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30 Jun 2026
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But then, one day—
"It's okay," she breathes against Emily's mouth, three fingers deep inside her, and laces their hands together. "It's okay, baby, you're doing so good. You're perfect."
She feels Emily clenching harder against her, moving desperately until it becomes completely uncoordinated, and hears her whimper softly as she comes.
And oh, Andy thinks. That's certainly interesting.
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Andy founds out Emily has a praise kink.
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25 Jun 2026
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Andrea Sachs couldn't stand Emily Charlton at all. Emily Charlton couldn't stand Andrea Sachs at all. It was one of the few things they could completely agree on.
Emily Charlton is a fortress built from sarcasm, control, and years of carefully honed self-preservation. Andrea Sachs was supposed to do one thing: work beside her and survive Runway. Instead, she finds herself trapped in something far more dangerous: the habit of searching for Emily in every room, remembering every gesture, and finding meaning even in her silences. As the line between rivalry, desire, and something far more complicated grows increasingly blurred, both women are forced to confront a truth neither of them is ready to admit.
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24 Jun 2026
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Andrea Sachs learned to identify shades of red at 23, but it was at 24 that she understood what red truly meant.
Not the red of supermarket roses. The red that mattered was Pantone 19-1763, the specific tone Emily Charlton touched up every three weeks at Manhattan's most expensive salon. A red that didn't exist in nature. A red that existed only in Emily.
Seven years after Paris, after the box, after the silence, Andrea finally understands: loving Emily Charlton was never going to be pink. It was always going to be red. Burning. Dangerous. The kind of love that leaves marks.
Now Emily is getting married, and Andrea has one last chance to prove that this time, she stays.
A story structured around Taylor Swift's "Red," because some loves are worth the burn.
"Touching her was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of me."
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03 Jun 2026
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my green eyed monster ( is eating me alive ) by slimimi
Fandoms: The Devil Wears Prada (2006)
22 Jun 2026
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“Are you done?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“…Yes.”
Nigel nods. Says, very mildly, to the wall and not to her: “You have spent half an hour telling me why he is wrong for her; and not once have you told me who you think would be right.”
She opens her mouth.
She closes it.
A small, traitorous thought slips in sideways before she can shut the door on it. She shuts the door on it.
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Or the one where Emily and Andrea are friends. Great friends. Best friends. Just friends.
So why the fuck does Andrea want to pull her hair out at the thought of Emily having a boyfriend?
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27 May 2026