HarleyChick91 (J. Roe)

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I’m an avid reader and caffeine fueled ADHDer. I write fanfics for SwanQueen, Bering & Wells, SuperCorp, MirAndy, and many others. If you’d like to check out my work, I’m Harleychick91 on AO3. My page is full of book recommendations, fanfiction, and other ship related posts. Feel free to follow if that’s your thing!

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SuperCorptober 2024 fics will be here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59316847

As of June 1, 2024, I will no longer posting new stories on FFN because of the continuous formatting issues FFN has when trying to post a new chapter or story. I will finish Red String (SwanQueen) on this platform when I’m able to find inspiration again. All of my new stories will be on AO3. My AO3 username is HarleyChick91.

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Chapter 16 of Melting the Ice Queen is live!

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Melting The Ice Queen

Rated: M

Summary: Andy Sachs has loved fashion and reading Runway since she was ten years old. After moving to The City of Dreams, and her original college plan pivoting, Andy decided to follow her dream to become a journalist.

Since her early 20s, Miranda Priestly vowed to take Runway Magazine by storm. Over the decades, she has had hundreds of assistants—all disappointments. When a 40 year old, size 10, brunette dares cross the threshold into her domain, Miranda doesn’t expect anything different. Only time will tell.

Author Notes: This AU is set around 2028–after him. Some character details and aspects of the story are the same or similar to the 2006 movie. Andy’s friend group irked me so I gave her better ones. lol

My AI Statement

No generative Al was used in the creation of this fic or the research gone into it. All artwork/minips were created by humans and all text was written by me and edited by humans. Every word in my books or fics comes directly from my brain and all errors are my own. I hate that a statement like this is needed.

Trigger Warnings: movie level fatphobia, mild homophobia, eating disorders

Title: Love Myself More

Rated: T

Summary: Andy finds herself leaning on Miranda after ending a decade-long relationship. With the close proximity, both women find themselves growing closer. New feelings arise and Miranda finds herself the owner of a Manhattan condo, allowing her best assistant to stay in New York.

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What will win out—Miranda’s insecurities or her happiness? Find out in chapters 6 & 7.

Title: Rewriting Time For Us

Rated: M

Summary: While wallowing in her grief, Andy finds that there is more to this world than she thought. Given the chance to change things—a chance to be with the woman she loves—the young woman must make a choice. Standing before a 5th dimensional imp, an alien, and one of the world’s greatest minds, will Andy take their offer? No matter what happens, she will remember it all and cannot tell a soul—even the woman she’s willing to change time for.

Title: That’s Not All

Rated: T

Summary: An extended version of the final scene we all wanted. (No spoilers)

That’s Not All

Warmth filled my chest watching the older woman work. I can’t believe our plan worked. Thankfully Miranda can still read me well enough to know I was up to something with Emily and confronted me before the sale went through. If she hadn’t seen the red flags, none of us would be here.

“Something else?” Miranda asked, studying me.

“Not right now,” I said with a smile.

“Go.”

I turned, but paused at the door, heart racing. “Actually,” I swallowed. Closing the glass door for an illusion of privacy, I met the woman’s curious gaze. “Miranda, I-,” How do I tell her that I’m in love with her?

“Will I have to pull this out of you too?”

“No,” I smirked. Thank goodness the old Miranda is back. Well, a version that could last in a 2026 workplace.

“By all means, move at a glacial pace with whatever you want to tell me. You know how that thrills me.”

Leave it to Miranda Priestly to make me laugh while she’s being icy. “Only you,” I chuckled. “I love you. I’m in love with you,” I corrected. “I know you’re married to Stuart, and he seems like an amazing man, but we both know, when it comes to you, I can’t hide a feeling.”

“It’s one of the things I like most about you. We have our own language.”

“We do,” I agreed.

“Why are you telling me now?”

“We’ve been kind of busy lately. One fire at a time.” Why is she so calm?

“You know I can handle more than one fire at a time.” Pushing around a few papers, Miranda chose her words. “I wondered when this would come up.” Her voice was unreadable. Looking at me, she continued, “Did you really think I didn’t know? Come on, An-,”

“Please, anything but ‘Andy,’” I cringed. “It sounds wrong coming from you.”

“Andrea,” she finished. “I knew it was a matter of time before you’d tell me.”

She knew? Of course she knew. “A-And?”

“It’s a good thing Stuart and I aren’t actually married.”

“What?”

“We’re friends and the media latched onto the idea after they saw us eating dinner together. Being ‘married’ to Nigel would have been my first choice, but the media would never believe that. After the tabloids spread the rumor, Stuart and I had a discussion to go along with it. We never had a ceremony or filed paperwork. The rings are for show.”

“Oh…”

“Which is helpful in this situation.” My brow creased. “I won’t be tied up in a divorce and we can explore an us sooner than later.”

“‘An us?’” my voice squeaked.

Crossing the room, Miranda cupped my cheek. “Yes, Andrea. I love you as well.” Closing the distance between us, soft lips brushed mine, testing a boundary. When I didn’t pull away, the older woman pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. The world around us faded, and my cup fell, as trembling hands found their way to Miranda’s hips. Feeling her hand slide to the nape of my neck, my lips parted.

A throat being cleared reminded us that we weren’t alone. Turning, I saw Nigel leaned against the door frame, arms folded. “It was only a matter of time. I knew once the two of you were in the same space again, old flames would reignite. You make each other better—Andy can keep you on a more polite pathway and Miranda reminds you of your hidden strength.”

Sharing a glance with the older woman, I asked, “You planned this?”

“Not all of it. I knew you’d do great things if you ever came home.”

“You’re the one who told Irv about Andrea?” Miranda asked.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I never wanted Andy to lose her job, obviously, but I wanted to make sure my girl was okay no matter what happened,” Nigel smiled. “Now that the Dynamic Duo are back together, Runway will be safe no matter what the future holds.”

“More like The Three Musketeers,” I said. “Runway needs you too.”

“Just as much as, if not more than, us,” Miranda added.

“Now that things are settled, can the two of you seriously consider a relationship? I cannot watch another 20 years of yearning and pining over each other.”

“We were working on that before you interrupted,” Miranda smirked.

“Nooo,” Nigel shook his head. “You were working on going to bed together.” My cheeks flamed at the thought. “Then you were going to talk. This way, because I’ve reminded you that you’re in the office, you’ll talk first and then go to bed.”

“At least you know she’s coming home with me tonight,” Miranda purred.

“HR is going to love this,” Nigel groaned. “Lord, help us all.”

Rated: T

Summary: Miranda misunderstands the meaning of WLW and uses it in her social media posts. Andy is tasked with confronting her boss…

Crack fic based off of this TT https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTBCb1cL7/ set in a world where social media exists to the general public and used for marketing.

Winners Love Winning

The office was surprisingly quiet so it was my task, as the second assistant, to check Miranda and Runway’s social media accounts. Since Miranda wanted to introduce Runway to the newer generations, she decided to share some mundane, behind the scenes work at the magazine. “Oh my god…” I covered my mouth reading through the hashtags and messages.

“What now?” Emily sighed.

“Come look…”

“Can you not just-,” Finally looking at my face, Emily crossed the space between our desks to read over my shoulder. “Oh my god.”

“How do we tell her?” I asked, looking up.

“‘We?’ There is no ‘we’ here, Andy. This is all you. You found it, you have to tell her. Besides,” Emily grinned, “Maybe this is your chance to find out if she actually likes women. Besides, you’re head over heels for her.”

Heat crept up my neck. “You said you wouldn’t say anything,” I hissed.

“And I haven’t, but your face has subtitles and those big, brown eyes of yours go all doe-eyed when she’s around.” Clapping a hand on my shoulder, she added, “Have fun, number two.”

Looking into the office, I saw a deep crease between Miranda’s brows as she scrolled her phone. “Andrea.”

“Shit,” I squeaked.

Snapping, Emily pointed towards the office, far too happy that I was about to walk into the most awkward conversation of my life. “Run along,” she laughed. “And have fun.”

“Entering the office, I asked, “Yes, Miranda?”

“Every day I get hit on by a bunch of lesbians. I thought WLW meant ‘winners love winning’ not ‘women loving women.’ I don’t know what made me think that, but I was putting it in the instagram captions and now I just get hit up by a bunch of lesbians. I had a girl text me and ask ‘what’s good, Mama?’ I don’t look like a ‘Mama!’”

“I mean…you, technically, are one…” I murmured.

Ignoring me, she continued, “I don’t think-I just-I’m confused. I said ‘hi.’ I don’t know.” Hazel eyes finally met mine. “What do I do? How do I fix this? You’re the resident lesbian. Do your job and assist me.” Her eyes narrowed. “And why are you so red?”

“I, um, I didn’t know you knew that I was…” I stammered.

“Everyone knows that Nigel is gay, you’re a lesbian, and Emily’s bisexual,” Miranda rolled her eyes. “We have the whole alphabet mafia in the building.”

The question came before I could stop it. “What does that make you then?”

“What?”

“If we have the whole alphabet mafia, what does that make you then?” I repeated.

“The questioning one.”

“What?!”

“I’m a 57 year old mother of two, who just went through a divorce. I don’t know what I am.”

“Andy volunteers as tribute to help you figure it out!” Emily yelled.

“Shut up, Em!” I blurted, wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

A sculpted brow rose. “Close the door and come here.” A whine made its way up my throat, but I did what I was told. Standing before the older woman, I swallowed. “Do you actually volunteer?” Unable to speak, I nodded. “Good.” Pulling me down by my necklace, Miranda kissed me, hard.

My eyes fluttered shut and I sighed into the kiss as she deepened it. Feeling my knees go weak, I braced myself on the arm rests of Miranda’s chair. “Miranda…” I breathed.

“No longer questioning. Dinner. Tonight. Don’t be late.”

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