oh goodness i’m thinking about like pregnant!baran who’s just so… sensitive..? oh god how her boobs must be hurting from nursing and if they’re particularly bad having reader come and … help her?? 👀👀👀🤗
i had to let this marinate in my drafts for a bit and you must bear w me bc i don’t typically write anything lactation BUT
(nsfw mdni),, if this is horrible im pulling the “im asexual” card
baran who one day starts going on about how incredible breast milk is. how even in adults it can be beneficial, studies have shown it has the potential to fight and prevent all sorts of conditions. you think she’s just on a research kick about it since she’s been breastfeeding (ik your ask said pregnant!b but I have a magic scepter and im changing the world order) and you don’t think much about it at first.
but she keeps going. she keeps telling you about the wonders of breast milk whether you want to hear them or not. she pauses and stares at you expectantly until you come up with some sort of question or thoughtful response that can allow her to delve deeper into the topic.
she teaches you the proper anatomy and processes that allow lactation to take place. she explains how lactation can even be induced in some women who haven’t gone through pregnancy, and she explains the ins and outs hoping you’ll finally take the hint — she wants you to want it.
you don’t take the hint. you are oblivious and tired from having to care for a brand new human being in this world. so one night when you have the house to yourselves, kids at baran’s parents, she finally walks up to you and just asks.
“do you want to try some of it?”
and you say yes, because what else could you say? because you can’t pretend like you haven’t thought about it before with the way she’s kept going on about the topic, how she’s been subtly pushing you in this direction for so long.
so she lies down in bed. she pulls off her shirt and bra and lets them fall away, pulling you to hover above her while she starts telling you in the softest voice that the real reason she’s asking is because she’s sore, she’s hurting, she can’t keep massaging the pain out alone. she needs you to help. she’s been needing it for a while now, hoping you would volunteer — there would be something in it for you at the end, of course.
“hands first,” she says when you start peppering kisses down the valley of her chest. “you’re so impatient.”
“yeah, well, I’ve been getting in-depth lectures on the glory of breast milk for the past seven centuries, so…”
“seven centuries?” she repeats. “are you some sort of vampire?”
“doesn’t it only count as vampirism if it’s blood? what would this count as, actually?”
baran pushes your head away and takes your hands in hers, moving them up to her chest before pulling you into a kiss.
this time, you do take the hint. with gentle touches you trail your fingers along her skin, pressing in and massaging gently until you hear her sigh contentedly beneath you. you feel her sinking deeper into the bed, the tension in her body finally dissipating to a degree that is manageable.
“better,” she breathes, closing her eyes. “that’s a lot better.”
you make to pull your hands away, but she catches them and brings them back to her chest.
“I didn’t say you were done,” she says.
a small smile makes its way to your lips. you nod and lean down, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, and you’re working on her right breast when you feel a trickle of something wet rolling down your thumb.
“baran,” you say, and you’re surprised at how greedy and thick your own voice sounds. “can I?”
she opens her eyes, blinks heavily. she almost looks like she might fall asleep. “go ahead.”
you lick up the underside of her breast, a soft sound slipping past your lips as you savor the taste of the liquid dripping down it. you wrap your lips around her nipple, running your tongue over it, and you hear her sigh above you.
an ache settles in the pit of your stomach, dipping lower. you hum against her skin, eyes fluttering closed, and she places a hand on the back of your head when you start to suck.
suddenly, you feel her shifting beneath you. you don’t have time to question it before you feel her thigh slipping up between your legs to press against your core, and you exhale sharply against her skin.
“go on,” she says, voice rough. “I can feel how much you want to. you’re sucking hard.”
“sorry,” you murmur.
“don’t be sorry. give me a show. since the baby, we’ve barely been able to—” she cuts herself off when she feels you grind down against her thigh. her hand on the back of your head pulls you closer to her chest and a low moan comes from the back of her throat. “good, just like that.”
you run your tongue flat against her nipple and then move to the other breast, pressing gentle kisses across her skin until they get needier and you can barely focus with how good her thigh feels.
“I told you,” she says. “I told you how fucking incredible it would be.”
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Garsanshimi but it’s Baran and Yolanda finding out Trinity’s pregnant and is the new pedes emergency attending at the Pitt. Trinity broke up with them four years ago before she left for California. Both women are determined to win Trinity back.
notes: baran x fem!reader, dom!baran, mommy kink, strap-ons (r!receiving)
baran being a stickler for good posture. she's not overbearing about it with other people, but if you're her girl, she will definitely make a little comment about it when she notices you slouching. only because she knows behind your eye-roll and snarky, "yes, mom" you secretly enjoy the little correction. it makes you feel seen and you know she does it because she cares.
plus, the little whispered, "that's mommy to you." after your comment makes you shiver
baran starts doing something new one day. instead of her gentle reminder to, "sit up straight, honey." you feel a slow stroke straight up your back, right along your spine. baran's fingers brushing against you with such delicate precision makes your whole body shudder, and, without thinking, you straighten up as a reaction.
you look up at her as she comes into your view, and she has a very amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
it's baran's new favorite thing to do to you. a little way for her to remind you of her casual dominance over you. teasing and caring and powerful feeling all at once, perfect for baran.
then one night, you're in bed together. baran is behind you, wearing that thick strap that hits you so deep and stretches you right on that edge of pain and pleasure. you've slumped down into the mattress, drooling and moaning into the expensive silk sheets.
and then you feel it. soft fingers running down the length of your spine, the same motion she does when she straightens your posture. just in reverse. you moan, hiding your face.
"arch your back," baran mumbles, repeating the motion. you obey, arching your spine to give her what she wants to see. baran groans above you, biting her lip at the sight. her hands fall to your waist, and she starts fucking into you faster, the wet noise of your cunt paired with the slapping of skin against skin. "there she is. good girl."
the doc is in! ⋆˚࿔ (baran al-hashimi x wife!reader blurb)
summary: tooth-rotting flufff .ᐟ on a lazy weekend morning, your 5 year old son decides he wants to roleyplay you and your wife's job... kinda .ᐟ wk 1k
notes: credit where credit is due, this was 1000% inspired by this adorable tik tok i saw with this lil family playing hospital. but more importantly: happiest of happy birthday to the endlessly lovely @sepidehswife 𑣲🧁 this one is for you!! also this is a part of my ongoing mom!baran collection, and you can find other fics with these lovely ladies here! this hasn't been proofread and i'm sure there are errors but just pretend you don't see those!
divider cred!!
You don't make it to 8 before Kaveh comes barreling into your room already brandishing his very favorite navy Fisher-Price medicine kit, banging it against his knee with every step, gap-toothed and still warm from sleep in his dinosaur pajamas.
"Wake up!" he calls, dropping the case onto the mattress between you and Baran with a clatter that makes you both flinch awake at once. "I wanna play emergency room."
Baran rolls over, tucking her pillow under one cheek. “Baba, it’s still super early.”
"You said I have to stay in my room until 7:30 on Sunday." Kaveh is already hoisting himself up onto the bed, little legs flailing a bit with the effort. "But It’s 7:35 so it's my turn to play."
You sit up on one elbow, blinking. He’s already unfastening the velcro of the bag and lining up the kid stethoscope, yellow otoscope, and blood-pressure cuff in a perfect row, just like his Māmān does when she brings out this kit to play.
"Okay, okay," you yawn. "Why don't we play hospital? You could—"
"No." Kaveh doesn't even look up, laying the stethoscope and the little yellow otoscope and the blood pressure cuff out in a neat row. "That's not as cool, Mommy. I wanna play emergency room."
"I work in the same hospital as Māmān, Kav," you remind him, yawning again. You’re so outrageously tired.
Kaveh flops forward on his stomach. "But you only work with hearts Mommy, Māmān works in the emergency room."
"Yeah, khoshgelam," Baran sits up, hair tousled and cheeks warmed from a deep sleep. "When you're significantly cooler than your spouse this is just how it goes. Kav, what is your plan for this patient today?"
"Don't encourage the specialty bias," you grin. "He gets it from you."
"He just knows I’m awe-inspiring," Baran says, and swats your hand away when you reach over to pinch her.
"Māmān, you're helper doctor today," Kaveh pipes up. "I’m the big doctor. Mommy's the patient."
"Why do I have to be the patient?" you ask, allowing him to nudge you back onto the pillows. "I'm a doctor too!"
"’Cause you’re Doctor Heart Doctor, Mommy, and this is an Emergency Room."
"Totally agree," Baran nods, and doesn't dodge the pillow you chuck fast enough as it sails into her face, though she just picks the pillow up off her lap and wedges it behind her own back and gets comfortable as Kaveh immediately starts his eval.
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Kaveh clears his throat, very seriously, and kneels beside you, stethoscope swinging. "Okay, Mommy. What's wrong?"
You press a hand to your forehead and moan for effect. "Ohhhh owww, I can’t see out of my left eye!"
He gasps, loud, grabs the stethoscope off his own neck and whacks the little red disc onto the crown of your head.
"Fu– ow!"
"Responsive to pain," Baran calls from the headboard, arms crossed. "Good catch, Kav."
Kaveh’s grin split his round face that he shoves to close to yours that your noses nearly brush, his warm breath fanning out. Two small, unsteady fingers inched toward your right eyelid, ruffling the lashes. "Let me see it, Mommy."
You squinted. "No, honey, it’s my left eye." Your eye twitches in primal fear of getting your eye gouged out by your clumsy child.
"No it’s this one," he insists, pointing, his finger getting increasingly closer to the pupil. "It's all gunky and gross, Mommy, I know it's this one."
"Okay so now I'm getting bodyshamed? Those are just crusty eyes because I was just torn from sleep," You whine, looking to Baran for backup, who just shrugs. "It’s Doctor Kaveh’s case, Ma'am. Chain of command. Let him do what he needs to do."
"Aren’t you the attending? You should be watching for medical malpractice."
"I'm off duty, in case you forgot?" Baran teases. "I'm helper doctor. This is his case."
Kaveh plunges his small hand into a neon-green play kit, emerging with a teensy-tiny plastic syringe. He uncaps it with a dramatic pop and presses the blunt tip against the soft skin of your inner elbow.
“Woah woah woah,” you beam, watching him push the plunger. “What’s happening now? Is this medicine?”
"Nuh uh."
You lean forward, eyebrows raising in amusemnt. "What is it, then?"
Kaveh doesn't answer, tongue poked out the side of his mouth like his Māmān. You turn to your wife instead.
"What is he giving me, Doctor?" Baran ignores you, fighting a smile. "Hey. Doctor."
Baran leans toward your son, hand coming up to cover her mouth as she feigns a serious whisper. "Doctor Kaveh, is that lidocaine?"
"Um…. it’s three... four... five!"
Your eyes snap to Baran, gleeful. "Wait, hold on, what was that? Five of what?"
Baran picks up the little clipboard from the case and squints at it. "Doctor Heart Doctor, please calm down. Doctor Kaveh made an excellent call and gave you five."
“Five Milliliters? Liters? What is happening here?”
Baran taps Kaveh, whose little head pops up from where he’s rummaging for new tools in his play kit. “Um. Five.... kinds, Mommy.”
You laugh so hard the bed shakes enough that Kaveh has to brace a hand on your shoulder to keep his balance.
"It's not funny," he says, syringe still aloft, and his lip trembles in embarassment. "Māmān tell Mommy to stoppit. It's not funny!"
"Ma'am," Baran lifts a brow, "No harassing the medical staff."
"Harassing? I'm being harassed!! I’ve been given ‘five’ of multiple unknown substances!" you exclaim, still giggling despite yourself.
"Five is the standard dose."
"This hospital royally sucks, why can’t you tell me what you've injected into my bloodstream?"
"Our hands are tied. We have HIPAA."
"But I'm the patient in concern here–"
"Doctor Kaveh,” Baran says warmly, swiveling back to your son, "Walk us through your clinical reasoning."
Kaveh perks up once more at being taken seriously again, he's so cute you could gobble him up in two bites, and he holds up the empty syringe. "She's gonna feel a lot better."
“Outstanding differential,” Baran praises, leaning over to plant a loud kiss on his forehead.
"I’m gonna sue this hospital," you giggle, settling back down against the pillow. "This is so ridiculous. One of the doctors just kissed the other. You don’t even know my name. I can already feel the adverse effects from the ‘five.’"
"Mommy," Kaveh admonishes, "No more talking, we’re working."
"Yeah, Mommy," Baran echoes, reaching over without looking to find your knee under the blanket, subtly squeezing it lovingly. "Head down."
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Kaveh reaches for the blood-pressure cuff next, dragging it out from under the stethoscope and knocking the little pack of bandaids of the bed. He gets the velcro around your arm on the third try and pumps the little bulb with both fists, watching the gauge with enormous eyes. "Almost done, Mommy, almost done."
"Thank goodness, I think I'm starting to see the light."
The cuff deflates with a soft hiss and you really put on a show, pretending to minorly hyperventilate and fidget nervously. "Alright, Give it to me straight, Doc."
He taps his chin with a finger and looks from you to Baran for approval, who nods in encouragement. "You’re going to live!"
"Oh, what a relief." You exhale, collapsing back against the pillow. " Any idea what happened to me?"
Kaveh's face goes adorably and entirely blank. "Um… no."
"Fantastic."
"It's definietly idiopathic," Baran in smirking, "You should be thanking him, Doctor Heart Doctor, he probably just saved your life by catching this."
"I'm so grateful. What an amazing team I have. Oh, wait, no, I almost lost an eye, witnessed some sort of workplace indecency ,got injected with some mysterious liquid, got told I'm not allowed to sue—"
Baran ignores you cheerfully. "Kaveh, what's Mommy's prognosis? What should she do to feel better?"
"You have to stay in bed. For, uh, five minutes, then you have to eat breakfast."
Baran grins, "Five minutes, Doctor's orders," laughing as she reels him in under one arm, and he lets himself be reeled, still holding the deflated cuff. She looks at you over the floral-scented mess of his hair with a smile solely for her wife.
You smile at the sight of your little family, safe and happy and cuddly in your soft bed on a Sunday. "I want a second opinion."
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Grieving Kaveh’s death, Baran finds herself going to Trinity’s house just to see her three-year-old daughter Sophie. She misses being around a child. Trinity’s surprised to see Baran on her doorstep, wild-haired and crying. She lets her in and leads her to the living area where Sophie’s playing with her baby dolls. Baran lets out a smile with watery eyes when she sees the blonde green-eyes little girl look up to her. The little girl climbs into Baran’s lap and Baran holds her like there’s no tomorrow. Trinity’s next to her and wraps her arms around Baran too.
Baran’s counting down the days until you’re back at work. She’s anxious to see you and try to make amends with you. She’s desperate to let you know you’re welcome and she wants to share her culture with you.
You were in the middle of a difficult shift when Baran came up to you and had seen the Farāvahār tattoo on your inner arm. She began to question to why you had the tattoo before she talked about cultural appropriation. You knew you had not told her that you were half-Iranian since the day you started at the Pitt.
Angry at how she came up to you and accusing you of cultural appropriation, you snapped at her. You had told her to mind her own business and never make assumptions despite being the boss of the Pitt. Dana and the rest of the team had stopped when you began to yell at the Chief at the station. They went quiet in shock at seeing you yell for the first time ever before you went away to the roof of the Pitt to calm down. Then, you had avoided her for the rest of the shift.
Baran realised her mistake when Dana came up to her and whispered to her that you were half-Iranian. When Baran was home after the shift ended, she cried alone in the kitchen. She thought about your angry face and the voice you used with her. She had made you angry when she questioned your culture. She enjoyed working with you and looked forward to working with you on your shifts.
You were too angry to be at work and do your job properly whilst Baran was near you. You took several days of unpaid leave to be away from the Pitt.
You used those days off to go be with your Maman in California and not think about how you yelled at your boss. You enjoyed speaking Farsi with your Maman and being immersed in your Maman’s culture. Since you were white-passing, you were used to other Persians judging you for being Persian especially being fluent in Farsi. Your Maman had her fair share too over the years.
Now, you’re at work and you can feel the brown eyes of your boss on you. Baran is keeping her distance but she’s taking glances at you when she thinks you’re not looking. She wants to talk but she’s also afraid that you’re going to get angry at her. Baran decides she needs to talk to you at some point during the shift or else the shame would eat at her.
You get to work and stay busy for the first several hours with cases coming in and out of the trauma bay. A lull in presentations gives you the opportunity to go have a quiet coffee in the break room.
Baran gently knocks on the breakroom and asks for your permission to sit down with you. You nod, gesturing her to sit down and both of you sit in silence.
You’re the first to look up at her. Baran looks sad and ashamed for what she said to you. She even looks like she’s about to cry. Dana, Cassie and Trinity had all told you that Baran couldn’t stop talking about you during your time off and how she’s ashamed of her behaviour towards you.
Baran looked up at you too. She starts to apologise to you and you listen to her with your eyes on her. When you see her bottom lip start to wobble as she’s telling you how ashamed she is, you waste no time in placing your open hand on the table to offer her your hand.
She places her hand in yours and starts to sniffle when your thumb rubs gently across the top of her hand.
Then, you softly tell her in Farsi that she’s forgiven and no more tears from her. Your remark gives you a smile from Baran for the first time in a week since the incident. She chuckles as she’s wiping away tears from her eyes and holds your hand up to her cheek.
Tags: Brief mention of child death, lots of crying and comfort sex
Baran’s had a tough day at work that involved a 19-year-old boy dying before 10AM. The boy reminded her so much of Kaveh. She had to ring him in the bathroom as tears are rolling down her face and she had told him how much she loved him. Hell, Baran told him how proud she was of him. Kaveh immediately knew his Maman had a tough morning and needed to hear his voice. He comforted her over the phone and told her that he was coming to visit for the weekend from college.
The day carried on as usual. Carnage and chaos came through the doors and Baran trudged through it all. Baran began to think of Trinity as the shift got closer to the end time when the night shift started to roll in. She wanted Trinity’s touch now and she was going to get it.
Trinity’s on her sabbatical, taking four weeks off to take a break from her busy job as a pedes emergency attending. She was enjoying her time being a very brief stay at home wife and visiting Kaveh at college in Philadelphia.
The minute Baran got home, she dropped her bag on the floor and went to Trinity who was finishing up their dinner. She needed her.
Baran wrapped her around Trinity’s waist and held onto her. Trinity stopped what she was doing when she felt Baran come up behind her and wrap herself around her. Then, she felt her wife begin to cry into her back.
Trinity turned around and was faced with bloodshot eyes belonging to her wife. She immediately cupped Baran’s face with her hands and said,
“Rough shift, honey?”
And Baran cried harder into Trinity’s embrace. Trinity held her. Her hands raked through her wife’s honey brown curls as Baran’s body shook whilst she cried.
Once Baran calmed down, she began to kiss Trinity on her lips and neck. Trinity realised Baran needed her.
Trinity brought her to their bedroom where the lamps were already on. The bedroom had a soft ambience to it and it helped Baran relax.
Trinity took her time taking Baran’s scrubs off whilst she whispered affections to her wife and kissing her. Baran began to moan at the ministrations Trinity was laying onto her.
Then, Trinity laid Baran onto the bed where she laid on her back. Baran’s naked with her curls splayed everywhere and she breathed hard at the anticipation of Trinity going down on her.
Trinity softly whispered into Baran’s ear for consent and Baran kissed her with fervour before murmuring,
“Please, eshgham. I need you.”
And Trinity began to make love to her. Trinity lowers her head down to Baran’s dusky brown nipples where she lavished her lips and tongue upon the perky nipples. Baran was now moaning and holding onto Trinity’s head to keep her there. The sensation of Trinity’s tongue was making her wet too.
After some time, Trinity moved down Baran’s body where her lips and tongue worshiped her soft abdominal stretch marks. Trinity enjoyed listening the moans coming from Baran. She took a brief look at Baran who looked very positively turned on. Baran had her hand on her breast and groped at it whilst Trinity returned to ministering her lips and tongue upon her.
Baran began to push Trinity’s head down to where she needed her the most. Baran was positively soaked and ready for the younger woman to give it to her.
Trinity licked up Baran’s soaked labia lips and Baran let out a very loud moan when she finally felt Trinity’s tongue. Then, Trinity got to work on giving Baran the orgasms she needed.
After a while and three orgasms later, Trinity gently brings Baran down with soft words and kisses. She held Baran in her arms whilst she cried off the post-sex emotions and the day in general. The room was filled with gentle murmurs of affection and comfort that came from Trinity.
Trinity moved back Baran’s unruly curls and kissed her on the forehead whilst she rubbed her back and shoulders. Baran’s breathing evened out and was now sleeping on Trinity’s chest.
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Baran finds out Kaveh has been going to Trinity’s house to play with Sophie after school on Fridays. He tells her that he’s going to study in the library every Friday afternoon to avoid her questioning.
Trinity had quietly told Dana that Baran’s son has been coming over to play with Sophie. Unknowingly for Trinity, Baran’s within ear shot and hears her.
Baran’s a little upset that Kaveh had been lying to her but she’s relieved he isn’t doing something like taking drugs. She even finds it funny that he’s spending his Friday afternoon with a baby.
She asks Trinity if she’s okay with her son being at her house and Trinity tells her to come over.
So she does.
Kaveh‘s on the floor where Sophie is happily kicking her chonky legs in the air and she giggles as the teenager makes faces at her. The sight makes Baran smile but sad at the same time. She wishes she would have given Kaveh a sibling but her epilepsy made her pregnancy difficult.
Kaveh looks up to find his Maman and stops playing but Baran reaches for him. She tells him to keep playing as she gives him a forehead kiss.
Baran can see Kaveh’s good with babies especially with six-month-old Sophie Santos. Trinity watches the mother and son on the floor with her baby.
They spend the rest of the afternoon on the floor. There’s plenty of smiles around with giggles permeating the air.
Lonely late in life lesbian Baran Al-Hashimi can’t stop thinking about you, a new day shift attending at the Pitt. You’re tall and you make her feel small near you. You have short hair which you always have a skin fade with your hair trimmed on top. You always help the nurses with difficult patients or helping them with moving patients up the bed etc. Baran finds out that you’re also 40 through Cassie when the fellow mentions her birthday and you laugh it off.
Baran can’t help herself but put her hand between her legs everytime you winked at her after she took glances at you. It’s like you know that you drive her crazy. So once Baran is home, she quickly stripped off her Lululemon jacket and Figs scrubs before taking her hair down. She rushes to her bed where she lays naked and promptly has her hand between her legs. She’s been wet all day and you don’t know that.
Baran closes her eyes and imagines your mouth on her brown nipples whilst your hands explore her anywhere except between her legs. She imagines you teasing her by not touching her where she needs you.
She moans when your voice appears in her mind. You’re telling her how good of a girl she is. She whimpers for you into the quiet space of her bedroom.
Baran imagines your blue eyes looking up at her as you reach where she badly wants you. Your mouth is mouthing at her shaved pubis before you spread her legs apart.
Baran moans once again as she imagines you telling her how wet and desperate she is for you when you see how wet she is. You lick up her labia before finding her engorged clit. Your mouth lets off a rumble when your lips wrap around her clit and begin sucking at it. Baran moans your name out over and over.
Thankfully, Kaveh is at science camp for the week. He certainly does not need to be hearing his Maman getting off to her fellow attending, for Christ’s sake.
Baran can feel her clit throbbing between her fingers as she rubs furiously at it with your name being spilled from her lips. Your voice tells her to come and she does. She can feel herself leak as she comes so hard on her fingers.
Baran’s panting hard as she looks at the ceiling. Baran knows she’s 40 years old and desperate for her co-worker. Her handsome short-haired co-worker with searing blue eyes and strong arms.
And she’s going to have you between her legs for real soon.
“Veh! Veh!” Little Sophie Santos squeals when she sees Kaveh coming into the house after school from the living room window. She’s bouncing up and down the sofa in excitement. Her big brother is finally home after a long day at school.
Kaveh smiles at the little girl in the window. He knows his little sister has been waiting all day for him to come home and play with her. The blonde-haired little girl with green eyes is his entire world along with his Maman and Mom.
Sophie runs from the living area to the front door to greet Kaveh. Baran reaches the girl in time to allow Kaveh puthis bag away. Sophie tries to wriggle away from her Maman to hug Kaveh but Baran grabs her by the arm in time.
“Soph azizam, let Kaveh put his bag away and he will come play with you.” Baran says in her firm mother tone, Sophie stops wriggling and starts to wait for Kaveh.
Once Kaveh was done putting his coat and bag away, he joins Sophie on the living room floor. Kaveh lets out a yelp when his little sister jumps onto his back and chuckles. Although Sophie is only three, she likes to play wrestle with her big brother and Kaveh does it for her.
Baran chuckles at the sight of her son and his sister on the floor. The giggling coming from Sophie is music to Baran’s ears as she’s playing with Kaveh.
Despite Kaveh being a moody teenage boy, Baran gets to see him truly smile when he’s with Sophie. Having the little girl in his life was huge for Kaveh and he loves her.
Baran sneakily records a video of Sophie and Kaveh playing on the floor to send to Trinity who’s at work. Not long after, Trinity had seen it and sent a message back to her wife telling her that she misses her and the kids.
You’re an ED nurse in the Pitt and you’re picky with who you talk to. Dana, Perlah and Princess are some of the very select few that you trust and you can talk to. You keep your private life locked away whilst on shift and you never talk about it unless it’s with a person you explicitly trust. You’re cordial with the residents and trust them to do the right thing but you’re not social with them. You’re icy with Dr Robby since you found out Dr Langdon came back after rehab, what happened didn’t sit well with you.
When Robby went away for his sabbatical, Dr Al-Hashimi replaced him. You can’t stand her when she mentioned AI and refused to use it. You had seen her threaten Trinity by repeating her R2 year just for charting. Just like Robby, you become icy towards her especially when she tries to compliment you on a trauma case.
Over time, Dr Al-Hashimi notices you. She knows you’ve been icy with her since her first day in the Pitt when she tried to bring in AI. She sees you smile and laugh with the other nurses but when it comes to her, you frown at her. She learns from Dana that you keep your work and life strictly apart from each other. Dana refuses to tell her what you’re like in private as she respects your privacy.
Dr Al-Hashimi’s determined to get past the iron curtain that is your private life. She’s complimenting you every time you work with her on a trauma case, knowing you won’t accept them. She takes attention to your scrub undershirt every shift - you wear different colours underneath your scrub shirt every shift. She even knows you carry a black sharpie pen with a team leader sticker wrapped around it - she even makes sure a resident gives it back to you if they accidentally take it.
You finish your row of shifts and have three days off until you’re back at the Pitt. As a tradition, you go to the nearby dive bar for a drink or two before heading home.
Unknowingly to you, Dr Al-Hashimi had seen you in your own clothes and walk over to the dive bar. She decides to come over and join you at the bar.
You grumble when you hear her voice next to you but she shakes it off and goes to sit next to you. She orders a whiskey on the rocks and another beer for you. Both of you sit quietly until she starts to talk to you.
Over time, you feel your cold exterior begin to thaw when you feel the warm brown eyes of Baran upon you. You find you can’t keep looking away from her anymore. You accept her compliments with a thank you and you receive a smile in return. Baran sneaks a protein bar or a coffee for you during brief lulls in the day. She even joins you on your end of working week tradition of having a drink at the dive bar.
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The Pitt Yuri Week July 16 - Heat Wave. Garsanshimi.
Trinity’s twenty six weeks pregnant with twins and Pittsburgh is going through a historic heat wave. She’s sitting on the cold tiled floor in the kitchen with her legs splayed open and her belly is dipping into the floor. The coolness is relieving and she sighs in relief. Trinity’s only wearing a maternity bra and underwear, she’s too hot to wear actual clothes. Her belly has a sweat sheen with some sweat trailing down to her belly button.
So are Baran and Yolanda. They’re in their sports bras and underwear but they feel sorry for Trinity. Baran has her curls up in a bun so does Yolanda. Baran particularly knows being pregnant during the summer especially during a heatwave is miserable. She had been pregnant with Kaveh during a heatwave and it was tough on her. Baran’s determined to make the younger woman comfortable.
Kaveh’s at his father’s house where he’s enjoying the swimming pool that his father has. She had sent him over to Farzad when the heatwave was beginning. Farzad and his husband Babak were more than happy to have Kaveh over to enjoy the swimming pool.
Yolanda has the smart idea of bringing down the king mattress to the kitchen to help Trinity cope better. Baran helps her bring the mattress down and puts Trinity’s maternity pillow on it.
Once the mattress was right under the air conditioner, Baran and Yolanda help Trinity off the floor and put her onto the mattress.
Trinity moans in relief when she lays on the cold maternity pillow with the air conditioner blowing onto her half-naked body. She’s pretty sure she would die happily like this. Baran smiles at the sight before joining Yolanda and Trinity on the mattress.
Soon, Trinity’s snoring during her first nap on the mattress in the kitchen.