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"...and I swear I repeated it a thousand times in my head: please ask about a girl, please ask about a girl, please ask about a girl. Because if you had, I wouldn't have hesitated for a single second. But you didn't."
"Winnie, please…"
"And then you sat down next to me, and you were being so tender and sweet that for a second, I felt like a little kid again. Like all I wanted was to just hide in my mom's arms. I wanted to tell you, of course I wanted you to know. I wanted to tell you how terrified I am of what's happening to me, that I’ve never felt anything like this before, that I'm scared of what people around me will say, I wanted you to just hold me and tell me that you're with me, and that everything is going to be okay."
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Andy gets caught somewhere she shouldn't be and rescued by someone who bleeds. The next morning, her new project partner has a bandage in exactly the same place.
In which Andy meets Spider-Woman, then meets Emily Charlton, and does not yet realize these are the same problem.
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It's Called Football, Andrea by lqveliest
Fandoms: The Devil Wears Prada (2006), The Devil Wears Prada 2 - Fandom
25 Jul 2026
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She had prepared. This was the part Emily found genuinely alarming. Andy had acquired face paint, red, white, and blue, in little pots, arranged on the bathroom counter beside Emily's serums like a threat. She had bought a packet of tiny American flags on cocktail sticks, the sort of thing that ordinarily garnished a cupcake, and had distributed them around the living room with the solemnity of a general planting standards. And she had, that morning, attempted to paint a flag on Emily's cheek.
“Absolutely not,” Emily had said, leaning away from the approaching sponge with her whole spine.
“Just a little one. Just a tiny one. On the cheekbone. It'll be cute.”
“I am English.”
“Okay, but for one afternoon—”
“I am English, I have dignity, and I believe face paint on an adult should be grounds for arrest. On any adult. In any circumstance. I would testify.”
“You'd look so patriotic.”
“To a country that is not mine. Andrea, put the sponge down. Put it down. I will pour that pot of blue paint into your handbag, and I will not feel a thing.”
Or: Andy gets World Cup fever. Emily remains entirely unaffected.
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- Part 1 of It’s Coming Home
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24 Jul 2026
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“Oh, Andrea.”
The name slipped out before Emily could stop it. Andrea’s breath caught, and Emily heard it. The sound was small. It was devastating - and Emily decided to dig the knife in deeper.
“That has always been the problem, hasn’t it?” Emily said. “You don’t know. You don’t know what you want until someone else has paid the price. You don’t know whether you want fashion or journalism, ambition or virtue, New York or elsewhere, me or the clean little story where leaving was brave because staying would have been complicated.” Andrea’s face went white. Emily kept going, her voice barely a whisper. “You arrive twenty years later with slightly better trousers and a sad little apology, and I am meant to do what, exactly? Admire your growth? Provide texture for your article? Reassure you that the woman you abandoned has done splendidly, actually, so no harm done?”
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Andrea leaves Emily, who has famously not got over a single thing in her life. Now Andrea's back with a vengeance - and Emily is taking the vengeance part quite literally. Minimal plot, quite a bit of smut from chapter two onward. For the love of God, please heed the tags.
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24 Jul 2026
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“Why on earth did I call her?” Emily thinks out loud and sighs. The truth is, it’s been 20 years, 20 years trying to erase Andrea from the back of her mind, where she seems to live rent free. She almost made it, almost forgot about those brown eyes, but even in her happiest moments (especially on those, actually), she remembered that sincere smile and wished she could see it once again.