do you have any domestic mowalsh head canons you'd like to share? i'm obsessed with them i fear.
(especially emery stuff! there's not enough emery walsh in the world istg :))
i'll do you one better and toss in an excerpt of domestic mowalsh; i started writing a fic forever ago that will likely never see the light of day, so enjoy :)
they're both really stubborn, like argue over stupid shit kinda stubborn. they both also hate being wrong, so every disagreement turns into finding research to back their points up.
it took them forever to actually get together, mostly because samira kept missing the hint that emery actually liked her and convinced herself it could never happen.
samira is the only person who sees emery really and truly smile; everyone else gets her usual smirk or scowl, but with samira she drops her walls and can be herself.
they're both huge homebodies; not against the occasional drink with people, but they definitely prefer to spend nights at home, curled up on the couch with a movie and their cats.
emery's definitely a cat mom; i touch on this way more in my fic but she has a grumpy black cat that's quite literally her in cat form; they adopt another one a year-ish after she and samira get together.
everyone finds it amusing how outside of work they genuinely cannot take their hands off each other, but put them in a trauma and they're bickering over case studies and tossing light insults back and forth
despite that, they're super protective of each other, always checking in when emery's in the ED for something
emery will ALWAYS insist on opening doors and holding samira's bags and keeping her hand on the small of samira's back; she'll call it chivalry and concern but really she's just incredibly down bad.
samira's an incredible cook, while emery just burns things; they've come to the agreement that emery's in charge of meal-planning/ finding recipes and samira will do the actual cooking.
once they’re showered and back in the kitchen, samira hops up onto a counter as per emery’s instructions to just sit there and look pretty while you keep me company, idly swinging her legs and watching her girlfriend move around collecting ingredients: tomato sauce, spices, pasta, frozen chicken tenders, a block of cheese.
“you sure you don’t need help?” samira asks anxiously for the fifth time. she’s not used to sitting by and letting people do things for her, a habit emery’s tried to get rid of in the past two years but has only been partly successful at.
“you’re helping by keeping me company,” emery repeats for the fifth time, fond exasperation in her tone. “now, tell me about your day.”
that seems to do the trick. samira launches into a winding story about a patient who’d come in after swallowing a bunch of legos, emery humming absently and laughing in between boiling water and flipping chicken tenders in the oven. “thank god all my patients are unconscious when i get to them,” emery shudders, a grin spreading across her face. “i don’t know how you guys keep a straight face with things like that.”
“you know parker and trinity had to leave the room to pull it together?”
emery shakes her head at the image from where she’s stirring the sauce. “i forgot parker was on days for a bit. did she get a picture?”
“yeah, ask her about it next time.” she swings her legs and watches emery silently for a minute, admiring her girlfriend's competent surgeon hands as they easily stir sauce and slice cucumbers.
“anything interesting happen at the butcher’s?” she teases, their running joke about surgeons simply being overpaid glorified butchers.
emery turns to glare at her, leaning a hip against the stove. “just whatever you cowboys send up to be fixed,” she responds with a smirk. “had a limb reattachment case, that was fun.”
“only you would describe reattaching a body part as cool,” samira laughs, smiling fondly at emery. “whose was that?”
“mm, no clue,” emery says, tilting her head. “something to do with a construction accident, though.” she moves to stand next to samira, a hand on her thigh as she opens an overhead cabinet, pulling two plates out and closing it gently as she hands them over. “you wanna put these on the table? five minutes until dinner’s ready.”
samira nods, hopping off the counter lightly and opening a drawer to grab forks. “hey, are you feeling okay? you seem tired.” she’s been watching emery carefully, noticed the circles under her eyes, the way she’s been rubbing at her temples like she does when she has a headache, how she’s moving just a bit slower than usual.
emery hums in a non answer, running a hand through her hair. “yeah,” she finally says with a nod. “yeah, all good.”
“em…” samira says, a silent don’t bullshit me in her tone as she sets the plates down on the counter and reaches for emery’s hand, gently tugging her closer.
“i’m fine,” emery insists, forcing a smile at the visible concern on samira’s face. “just tired.”
samira studies her for a moment, debating whether or not to push further before she nods and releases emery's hand with a final squeeze. “okay. but you can be not fine sometimes, you know.”
“i know,” emery says quietly, running a hand over samira's side and smiling softly. “but thank you.”
