Acilient
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Samira may be speedrunning the whole trying-to-get-a-life thing that Cassie had suggested to her.
But she’s been feeling desperate, grasping, wanting to sink her hands into everything, try everything.
She’s been saying yes, and yes, and yes to everything that comes her way.
Samira’s always been a bit of an overachiever, after all.
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Beach fic.
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After months of officially dating, Samira Mohan is confident she is in love with Emery Walsh, her cool, confident, calculated girlfriend. But the night Samira plans on telling her goes awry when it turns into a misadventure of getting a very drunk Emery home in one piece. Samira is going to kill Garcia after this.
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Samira didn’t come to this conference expecting closure or to get wrecked in a hotel bed by her favorite surgeon.
But Emery’s never let her spiral alone, and she’s not about to start now.
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She walks up to the table slowly, casually, trying not to call any attention to herself as her eyes scan the dance floor in search of a certain senior resident. She still hasn’t found her when a voice rings out, “Your girl’s here, she’s just in the bathroom.”
Emery whips her head around, brows pinched and a frown on her face. It came from Garcia, of course, who looks at her now with the same annoying smirk as before.
“Your girl?” Ellis asks, surprise on her face. She leans forward, forearms resting on the table, hands folded. “Since when do you have a girl?”
“I don’t.” Emery shakes her head, still glaring at Yolanda. “She’s just being annoying.”
Yolanda laughs and looks over at Parker, tilting her head towards Emery and crossing her arms. “She’s got a crush.”
or; after years of silent longing from afar, emery walsh and samira mohan spend a night together. what starts as something casual slowly turns into something more, and one of them decides to leave before the other can break their heart.
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Samira didn’t speak. Couldn’t, really. She just stood there in the doorway, mouth parted, brain failing to keep up with her pulse.
Emery arched an eyebrow. “What?”
“You—” Samira gestured vaguely. “Your hair.”
or: Emery gets a haircut. Samira has some feelings about that.