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— ✦ Ex!Wife Baran Al-Hashimi headcanons

warnings: no y/n used, butch/masc!Reader, brat!Baran, son is referred to as “Azizam” (‘My dear’ in Farsi), light smut, swearing, Baran can’t move on for the life of her, Reader is the #1 bird, smoking, mentions of being drunk, mentions of a makeout, jealousy

Ex!Wife Baran who is always late to parent meet-ups. You have been waiting for an hour in the parking lot of a Costco with your son in the backseat. “Work ran late.” or “There was an emergency, they needed me.” are usually the first words that come out of her mouth the moment she opens her car door.

Ex!Wife Baran who hugs her son and ruffles his hair before ushering him into her car. That doesn’t distract her from taking in your appearance as you put your son’s things in her trunk. You’re more put together than usual..

Ex!Wife Baran who stands there awkwardly, How does one usually ask their Ex wife where they’re going at 9 am in the morning? Her mind races, “Is it a work thing? No, your outfit is too casual. Maybe errands? But why put in that much effort. Is it because of me? Wait, oh God no, is it-" “I met someone.” You interrupt her spiraling.

Ex!Wife Baran who is unsure of what to do about this information. Her knuckles have turned white from how hard she has been gripping the steering wheel. Her radio is playing some Disney song that has been engraved into her brain while her son sings along behind her. She wants to scream, or cry, or both. Surely whatever you have with that bitch won’t last right?

Ex!Wife Baran who has been checking her phone for any notifications from you more than she would like to admit. Knowing your hand is most probably down in some girl's panties right now (which is highly unlikely, considering it's 10am and you said you’ll be at the farmer’s market getting to know each other) has set her off. The poor receptionist at the daycare had to handle the blunt end of her bad mood as she dropped off her son. A mental note was made to drop off baked goods next time as an apology.

Ex!Wife Baran whose mood hasn’t gone unnoticed in the Pitt. Her usual patient and understanding demeanor? Down the drain. “Just stop, I’ll do it.” “Dr. Santos, I expected more from you. What is this?” “Did you even go to medical school? Again.” Everyone has started walking on eggshells ever since Baran texted you at 10:17 am to let you know that Azizam was dropped off at daycare and all you sent was a like. A like? Just a like? Even an ‘okay’ would’ve been fine! Sorry if you were too busy ogling your new girl than properly texting the woman you were married to for six years.

Ex!Wife Baran who has to take a smoke break in the middle of her shift. It’s around 2 pm when her phone vibrates in her pocket. A text message from you pops up, “Azizam forgot Ser Monkey in my car. Will drop it off at yours later this evening if it’s alright.” She responds, “no problem, will be home around seven. See you.” You don’t reply after that.

Ex!Wife Baran who has been pacing in her apartment ever since she put her son to sleep which has been proven difficult without Ser Monkey beside him. It’s now 8:30 pm with no sign of you and she has looked in the mirror more times than she could count. She’s in the middle of her pep talk towards herself on why she shouldn’t be this nervous to see you when the doorbell rings.

Ex!Wife Baran who notices the faint lipstick stain on your neck as you hold Ser Monkey in your hand. She takes it from you, your hand brushing hers. “How was the date?” she asks, her voice clipped. You clear your throat, not really expecting her to start a conversation beyond “thanks for dropping it off.” “It was good.” “I can tell.” Your brows furrow slightly at the brattiness of her tone. “Baran, don’t start.” You sigh and pinch your nose, already sensing where this is going. “Don’t start what? You showing up at my doorstep almost two hours late?” You take a step forward, “she was drunk, I had to drop her off-” she interrupts you, “Was that before or after you fucked her senseless in the backseat of your car?” A dry scoff of disbelief leaves your throat. “That is not what happened.” Baran crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe. “Yeah? Then enlighten me.”

Ex!Wife Baran whose meaning of ‘enlighten’ is you in between her legs while she grips onto the bedsheets for dear life. A tattooed hand covering her mouth and another circled around her thigh. You did try to explain. Nothing really happened between you and the girl besides a light makeout which explains the kiss mark on your neck. The girl was young and way too drunk for anything else to happen so you opted to drop her off at her apartment with a promise to call her. A promise that will most probably be left empty from the way Baran’s nails dig into your back.

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