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emery and surgeon reader bickering like divorced parents, pretty please with a cherry ontop

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𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝘼𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨

Attending Emery Walsh x Resident (Genius) fem!Reader

The ER was never really quiet, but tonight it felt exceptionally louder than most nights.

Mostly because of the growing tension between a certain attending and her resident. Emery Walsh and Y/N L/N, two very talented surgeons who have never failed to bicker like divorced parents every time they have a shift together.

“You changed my post-op orders.”

You looked up from your iPad, one eyebrow raised as Emery stood acrossed from you in her navy blue scrubs that made a shiver run down your spine, arms crossed together so tightly it physically pains you. She had that same expression she only used when she was pissed off at you or anyone honestly.

“I corrected them. There’s a difference.”

Her eyes narrowed, worry, anger and annoyance flickering on her eyes for a second making you double back. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re dramatic.” Emery scoffed, A nearby nurse immediately pretended to be extremely interested in arranging the syringes as if they weren’t already organized more than a second ago. Emery stepped closer, lowering her voice. “You don’t get to sweep in here and override me because you think you’re the smartest person in the room.”

You leaned back in your chair, folding your own arms. “I don’t think so, Emery. I know it.” She stared at you for a beat. Making you overthink maybe you went too far, or maybe it hit a nerve. You weren’t very sure. Then she scoffed, shaking her head. “God, you’re insufferable. Also, It’s Dr. Walsh to you. Brat.”

“And yet,” you said sweetly, “you keep talking to me.”

That earned a glare sharp enough to cut through steel before she turned on her heel and disappeared down the hallway. If you didn’t know any better you would think she would assign you to triage, knowing her she’s too soft on you for that. The nurse beside you let out a long breath. “So,” she threaded her words carefully, “are you two…?”

“Together? God, no. She's just my attending, She seems scary but in reality? Huge softie, especially with her nicknames.”

“Terrifying.”

“That too.” You laughed, the nurse fleeing off to Lena. While you went back to your iPad and went to check on your patients.

Later, you tried to focus on your charts, but your mind kept on wandering. Your irritation kept on circling back to Emery. She was brilliant, annoying? Yes but annoyingly brilliant. You couldn’t deny that, she is experienced, confident, and far too good at getting under your skin. She also had the infuriating habit of acting like your age somehow cancelled out your abilities to work in the ER and in surgery.

Yes you were younger than most attendings, residents hell even the med students. Yes, you had skipped years of school and finished med-school faster than anyone expected but doesn’t mean your abilities were any different from someone older.

No, that did not mean you needed Emery hovering over your shoulder every time you made a decision. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to stay angry for long. You knew why she did that, because she cared more than she was willing to admit to anyone.

No one else but you two know ending up in bed limbs tangled together and kissing each other means you’re not just friends with benefits. Not with those small touches, gifts randomly appearing inside your locker and definitely not the flowers ending up on your doormat every time you spent the free time you had together.

By the time your shift ended, the anger had cooled into something softer. Guilt, maybe.

You sighed, standing in your apartment kitchen in the afternoon, staring at flour like it had personally offended you. You didn’t know if she would like brookies that you make.

“Apology pastries sucks” you muttered, loud enough for your roommate to hear. Your roommate passing by for water, blinked at you, confused on her face. “Is that even a real phrase?”

“Well it is now.”

“What did the hot doctor do this time?”

“She was annoying me.”

“And you were?” asked your roommate, “Also annoying.” not even trying to defend yourself. “How tragic.”

You ignored her and continued to mix the batter. Emery had once, in a rare unguarded moment during a terrible night shift, where everyone ended up in the bar drunk as fuck, admitted that brookies were her favorite. No one was selling brookies in any cafes she went to.

So naturally, you were now making them from scratch like a woman on a mission. Which you were, but no one cares… right?

By evening you walked into the hospital carrying a tupperware and your dignity hanging by a thread. Emery spotted you almost immediately, like she was already scanning for you in the crowd of mess ER always managed to achieved.

She glanced at the tupperware you were holding, then at you. “What is that?”

You held it out to her. She looked suspicious of you yet took it from your hands. Opening it and only stopping to ask you. “Is this poisoned?” causing you to scoff. “If you want it to be go to the janitors closet. There’s cleaning solutions for you to add.”

That made her lip twitch into what you thought was a smile she fought hard not to show.

Progress.

“You baked this?” Surprised. She haven’t eaten brookies in a while.

“No, I fought a grandma for it in a bakery parking lot for it. Yes, I did bake it.” You retorted not angry just testing her. Emery huffed out a laugh, shaking her head.

You rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly finding the floor fascinating.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “For being a nightmare yesterday. You were trying to protect the patient, and I know that. I just… hate feeling like people assume I’m less capable because I’m younger.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then she closed the tupperware gently, “I know.” she said. “And I’m sorry too. I push because I forget sometimes that you don’t need proving. You already did that.”

You looked up, surprised on your face. Her expression had shifted into something softer, only reserved for you and you only, all the sharp edges gone.

“It’s just hard,” she admitted. “Watching someone I care about throw themselves into impossible situations.” Your heart stopped, you were sure of it. Someone I care about?

“Oh,” you said shocked. Emery smiled, small, warm yet dangerous.

For once, neither of you had a clever comeback. The hallway buzzed around you, nurses rushing past, monitors beeping in distant rooms, the whole hospital moving like it always did. But you felt like the world stopped, right there, it felt still.

You cleared your throat. “So… are we done fighting?”

She stepped closer, just enough to make a shiver run down your spine. “Probably not,” she said teasing you. “You’re still insufferable.” You smiled at that.

“But it doesn’t mean I can’t take you out. Let’s have coffee or anything tomorrow morning after shift okay?”

You tried very hard not to grin like an idiot.

You failed completely.

A/N: Hello! this is not proofread so please lmk for any mistakes! Also, I haven't written in a WHILE so my way of writing changed also this will be cross posted on ao3.

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