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"Do you always come to the door dressed like that?" Emily heard herself ask, and immediately hated it, because it had come out as though she'd noticed, when the entire point was that she had not.
"Only when someone knocks." The corner of the woman's mouth went up. "Should I have changed? You'd have waited. I'd have liked knowing you were out here waiting for me."
"Is this how it works over here? You do a favour and then flirt with the woman on your doorstep and call it neighbourly?"
"Is that what you think I'm doing? Flirting?"
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Or the one where Emily ends up letting the vampire who is great with her children drink her blood once a week for purely practical reasons. Like super practical. So practical. Please stop looking at her like that, Serena.
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friends with benefits (no pensions though) by slimimi
Fandoms: The Devil Wears Prada (2006)
16 Aug 2026
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"After Benji you told me you hated every single second of it, I will not let you do this again Em–"
"I have no choice!"
"Date me." Andy said.
Emily stopped. Around them, the restaurant went on. She looked at Andy, who had said the sentence fast before she could talk herself out of it, and now looked slightly stunned by her own mouth, but she didn’t take anything back.
"I'm sorry," Emily said. "What?"
"Fake-date me, instead."
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Emily needs Prada, Prada needs to believe Emily isn't at war with Miranda Priestly, and Andy has a very stupid idea.
Written for Sachston Week Day 3: Fake!Dating.
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2026 Emily Charlton gets tag-teamed by two Andrea Sachses: the sweet, 2006 eager-to-please puppy and the slightly meaner Andy of today.
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Written for Sachston Week day 5: Smut.
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"I want to film this, so you can see what I see. You’re gonna let me do that, baby?"
And Emily had said yes before she'd decided to - the way she kept doing around Andy – and now the little red light was on and Andy's cock was in her mouth and Emily was, honestly, a little gone.
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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.