#emery

HAPPY TANGLED ANNIVERSARY!!! i didnt have time to add all the characters i wanted to last year so this year i made sure i planned ahead 🫡

i love myself. if i have to be, imma be that bitch! anyways,

this one gets kinda personal weirdly so be warned (bad experience wise, nothing body or gender identifying/related)

(andrew cody is one of the names heads up)

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baran hovers her hands over you but always waits for a clear queue that it's okay to touch you before doing so.

heather collins has keen insight into nearly everything, though always keeps an open ear for the little she can’t yet lend to.

vic never holds your fatigue against you and only commiserates by napping with you or helps with massages and shared epsom salt baths.

samira... walking green flag. no comment cause this whole post would become an essay. her vulnerability lends to yours and y'all feel very safe talking about anything.

cassie who intentionally unravels all the toxic stuff you've been taught to expect is standard fare. putting up with emotional berating because you've earned it by existing? hell no.

dennis lowkey retrains you to have healthier habits. smoking too much? not eating enough? y’all’re cooking in the kitchen together and he needs you there to watch the stove and sample food.

emery walsh who literally watches your back everywhere you go together, why must both of you be hypervigilant, at least she's got training. fully trusts you to watch her back when you do convince her to take a break and relax.

andrew cody who will never let you buy into whatever leverage your opps used to make you feel small or worthy of putting down. he has experience battling this and it's one thing if he's receiving but he can't abide you entertaining bullshit.

mel who is so supportive when you're not in the mood. even if she is horny and there's been mutual lead up, if you're not in the mood to be intimate she's totally understanding and just happy knowing you feel safe enough to tell her what you need. queen of aftercare whether or not y'all do anything beforehand.

jack abbot doesn't let you stew in insecurity. he especially has a bullshit detector from when anyone else is taking advantage of it and will step in if you let him. will never stop telling you the truth that he thinks you're beyond perfect just as you are, were, and will be. jack abbot who never lets you doubt your hard work in all facets of life.

dana never takes her frustrations out on you. with her work they're bound to appear and pile up, but she's communicative enough that she doesn't deny them and never lets you think her hard time is your fault. if she has an issue she addresses it directly and respectfully. knows when to give it a rest if the conversation is spiraling in a bad way.

trinity who desperately wants to touch you yet more than respects if you're not ready for certain levels or wanting physical contact. revels in anticipation of if/when you are wanting, it could be beyond forever cause the titillating distance just gets her more riled up. mr.darcy hand flexing, all. the. time. loves to admire you from whatever distance is permissible.

The trio + will 💜

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I COULD BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND E. WALSH

“You look like shit,” Shen commented as the two of you walked in. Causing him to get nudged by your shoulder, rolling your eyes. Captain Obvious over here.

Of course you looked like shit! Your boyfriend, if you could even call him that, had been moody all day. Having chosen to start an argument over your work hours a mere half an hour before you had to leave for your job. As if he hadn’t had the whole day to discuss his grievances! You had warned him, when you had moved to night shift, how your hours wouldn’t be that open anymore. He had nodded, shrugged even. Took it as a sign to just fucking stop organising dates at all. And now he was throwing a tantrum over it?

But, instead of dropping that on your annoying ass coworker that is John Shen, you merely replied back, “Boy troubles.” Earning a chuckle from Shen.

“Maybe you could discuss these ‘boy troubles’ outside of work?” A familiar voice called from behind. Her tone just low enough to get the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. Lying to yourself that it was in fear or shame.

Looking over your shoulder to throw an apologetic smile to Emery Walsh. Adding a half hearted apology, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

You and Emery were well… coworkers seemed too simple, friends seemed too complicated. On nights out your eyes always fell to her, something about the woman just drawing you in. Maybe it was her lips? Or her eyes and how they softened just an inch whenever you discussed your boyfriend.

A shiver rolling up your spine as you recalled the last time you’d gone out. Your boyfriend, in his usual fashion, hadn’t wanted you to. Said he never saw you, but then decided to spend every moment of the waking day playing on his PC. However, you were out with one single goal. To get black out drunk. Ellis had already offered for you to crash at hers as it was closer.

But when you got drunk… your lips that usually held in so many of your thoughts, just opened liked a damn. Emery was across from you, a glass of red in her head. She had looked divine that night. As she did most nights. Your mind hadn’t been on that, though, no. It was on your shitty boyfriend, airing out every stupid thing he had done, every moment you had nearly called it quits. Everything. It had felt so damn freeing. Unaware of how Emery’s knuckles had gone white, burning with rage just barely under the surface of her skin.

So, with you too drunk, her too angry, Emery had let one sentence slip. “I’d treat you so fuckin’ better.”

It was only the morning after, head pounding, shooing away a somehow functioning Ellis, had you recalled it. A foggy memory. But those words had been seared into your mind. Forever.

Back in reality, you blinked a few times at her. Running a hand through your hair as you nodded to whatever Shen had said, before walking off. Needing a moment to yourself.

That was how the whole shift had practically gone.

Two hours left.

And all that was on your mind was Emery Walsh and her stupidly attractive smirk. You should be thinking about your boyfriend. About how you could make it up to him. Or how to finally admit that you two were over. But any moment of peace you had was filled with thoughts of her. Sometimes catching her dashing through the corridors, no likely busy as always.

When the two of you had shared a room, you had watched her hands work so skilfully. How she sighed when she realised the man would have to go up. Mumbling swears under her breath as she rolled her eyes at Jack. The confidence that came off her, intoxicating.

What you hadn’t noticed was Emery also watching you. It’s what she did most shifts, really. You were the guide in this hell hole.

Emery had noticed how your brows were always furrowed, deep in thought. Biting your lip with worry, a dazed gaze. She knew it was about that shitty boyfriend of yours, why you stayed with him was beyond her. After all, she was here. She could treat you better. Would treat you better. Just had to make you realise what was in front of you.

So when surgery and the ER slowed, Emery saw a moment of opportunity. And she fucking took it.

Dragging you into a spare room, you were that lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed what was happening. Cute.

“Talk to me,” she commanded; arms crossed as she allowed you a moments breath. Stepping back.

Looking up at her, bags under your eyes. “It’s nothing, Walsh…”

For as much as she liked to act like she didn’t care. That personal life and professional life should stay apart. But, when it comes to you? Fuck it.

Sighing, she shook her head. Tongue pressing into her cheek. “You’re lying, don’t fucking lie to me.”

You really didn’t want to tell her. Already knowing she’d look at you at pity. Ask why you hadn’t broken up with the douche earlier. Too many questions that she hadn’t even asked yet. “I don’t - I don’t know, okay? You’d think I would be worried about my boyfriend, but I-“ Shutting your mouth before you spill even more stupid, stupid thoughts.

Emery knew. She watched you close enough to know when you were holding things back. Stepping forwards, leaning down to meet you eyes. A breath between the two of you. “Continue,” she commanded.

There’s silence. You want to hold back. Refuse to speak anymore. But refusing Emery was like refusing your heart.

“I cannot stop thinking of you, Emery.” Admitting softly, unable to look at her. Cheeks burning, feeling all of a sudden how aware you were of how your clothes felt on your skin. Wetting your lips, Emery’s hands ghosting your skin before grabbing your chin. Your eyes meeting.

She’s smirking. Of course she is. “Oh? You’re thinking of me? Is it because we both know I can treat you better than that shitty boy you call your boyfriend? Or maybe because you can’t stop watching me. I’ve felt your eyes on me all night.” At her words, she tried to look away. Her grip on your chin tighter. Lips ghosting yours. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” your reply was immediate. Quick. Fed up of lying. Her words were all true.

The moment your lips met, it was like heaven. Pure bliss, her hands moving to cup your cheek, keep you pressed together. One of your hands finding her hair, it was up, causing you to whine as you couldn’t grip it. Feeling Emery chuckle into your mouth.

As soon as it had started, she was pulling away. A string of salvia connecting you. But her hands didn’t move, the spare one running down your back, cupping your beautiful ass. The one she’d stare at as you walk past here. Pulling out your phone and thrusting it into your chest, stepping back. Heart clenching as she watched your face fall.

“Tell him it’s over.” She tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Then you’re coming home with me tonight. Show you what it feels like to cum again.” Kissing your cheek before walking outside, straightening her back and acting as though her heart wasn’t beating rapidly.

𓈒ིུ ׄ݁ ᩙ ❤︎ Alli ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙ ✧

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