now, emery does not play about bath time. she loves that damn water. she eventually gets herself one of those stupid bath desks, and yes she will respond to annoying work emails while soaking in a rose bath bomb that samira got from lush. she’s also sipping some expensive wine and probably has a vanilla candle lit. samira has turned her girl into a monster.

(i feel like this is maybe a little ooc for samira, girl does not have time for self care. but i feel like she’d care for emery, which slowly turns into her caring for herself. also i know that girl doesn’t play about lush. yes they’re slightly more expensive than most, but lush believes in good causes and that’s why she likes them.)

ok ok anon you’re a genius. i fear i did not encapsulate the whole prompt with my drabble but i still hope you enjoy!

mowalsh/santellis - it’s nice to hear your voice again 🏠

emery and parker’s apartment is infested by residents their girlfriends. it’s not the worst thing in the world.

(I’m writing a full version of this dw)

• emery rents the apartment when she starts her fellowship. when she makes attending she buys it outright just to save having to move again. she likes her apartment and she hates change.

• this being said, it’s lonely in a two bedroom apartment with no roommate. she hadn’t cared about a social life when she was a fellow, she didn’t have time, but now she gets to pick and choose her hours and it sucks coming home to a quiet house.

• parker is the first person to reply to emery’s in-hospital ad, and the only person she considers. parker is quiet and competent, and doesn’t driving her fucking crazy or kiss her ass because she outranks her. even better, she doesn’t bring the hospital home with her.

• the beds in their bedrooms are actually relatively small. they’re not singles, but they’re not doubles either, both crammed into the corner and the wall just so they can slip past to get through the window onto the fire escape.

• emery only comes to hate the shared fire escape when trinity starts coming round. she, much against her will, knows what that particular resident sounds like in bed and she really wishes she didn’t. some days she’s convinced trinity’s making all that noise just to wind her up. parker can’t be that good.

• they settle into a weird sort of codependency when samira and emery start properly dating. neither trinity nor samira officially live in the house, yet they have their own keys and rarely spend the night away.

• the beds aren’t big enough to fit them comfortably. emery likes to press herself into the wall as much as possible as she tangles herself up with samira to make the most of the space.

• the kitchen is their social hub spot. trinity does parker’s braids once every six weeks so the kitchen is adorned with a stool (and parker) in the middle, whilst emery and samira chat away on the encasing counters, swinging their legs as they talk.

• parker uses this time to ask them the most awkward questions available. they’re her entertainment after all.

• it’s a quiet house, but a loved one, despite how cramped it is with four people living in there. emery would prefer it if trinity didn’t use her expensive coffee machine every morning but she has to admit the girl’s got the kind of laughter she’d been missing in this house.

Does Garcia hate casual bc it reminds her of her dad? Or does she Not Put Labels on things bc she doesn’t want to casually date like her dad?!?

Is she annoyed santos won’t commit?!? Or is SHE the one not wanting to commit?!!? (Signs point more towards santos not wanting to commit but ???)

(title from 'red chevy' by holly humberstone)

wc: 426

Samira's known it for months, but it isn’t until they’re sitting on the couch, her legs tossed across Emery's lap, that the comforting weight of it truly settles around her like a warm blanket. 

They’ve got some awful medical show on, the ridiculously unrealistic kind because Emery enjoys shouting at the TV every time they do something wrong, but Samira’s only half paying attention. Her gaze is focused on the side of Emery's face: the slight pout of her lower lip as she frowns, the furrow of her eyebrows when she’s particularly annoyed, her slight lean forward as a particularly long string of curses escapes her. 

Even a year into their relationship, she’s still in awe that this beautiful and incredible woman is all hers. She doesn’t think that feeling will ever fade, the constant surprise and shock that Emery Walsh is sitting on her couch and is holding her hand right now. 

Emery glances over as the credits roll, frown softening into something more fond and gentle as she meets Samira's eyes. 

“Hey, you,” she murmurs, squeezing Samira's hand. “What’s up?”

Samira can only shake her head, mouth curving into a matching smile. “Nothing,” she says. “Just really happy.”

Samira hadn’t thought it possible, but Emery's face somehow softens even further at that. She lifts their joined hands to her mouth and presses a kiss to the back of Samira's hand. 

“Me too, honey.”

Samira shifts sideways until she’s pressed close, their elbows bumping as she settles her head on Emery's shoulder. An arm automatically moves to wrap around her waist even as Emery's gaze returns back to the TV, tugging her in.

She lets her eyes drift shut, soothed by the low drone of the tv and Emery’s thumb stroking over her hip. She's almost asleep when a throw blanket is carefully tucked around her and lips press against her temple, featherlight and familiar. 

“Em?” It comes out barely audible and mumbled, but somewhere in her half-asleep state she can sense Emery's gaze settle on her. 

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” Samira mumbles, turning her face into Emery's neck. “I love you so much.”

She feels more than sees Emery's surprised exhale, doesn’t even process it until another kiss is pressed to her temple and a hand slides up and down her spine. 

“I love you too,” Emery whispers against her skin, fierce and tender. “Fuck, Mira. I love you so much more than you know.”