its been a little over a week and im currently omw to thailand for vacation like holy shit the airport is so busy but mayas okay everyone. shes in the hospital, she was w some people who arent too good to be around and they were being reckless drivers while drunk so she got into an accident downtown on her way back to her friends place w them in the car. she reached out to me around a few hours ago and told me the little things abt that night. ik its not everything but ill jus leave it at that cs i dont wanna pry in her business. i dont believe in god but im so glad that god kept her alive cs im supposed to see her in july when she comes to visit me in my state. please wish her a speedy recovery 🫀 i love her too much to lose her as a person so fuck those ppl who she hung around cs i hope to see them behind bars
hi so as u can tell this is pretty important. i’m one of maya’s friends divine, and ive known her for a pretty long time. it seems like she got into a bad accident and we havent heard from her or seen her. her friend said that she had received a message about a potential crash and saw it on life360. i dont have any updates abt her & never knew abt her being in an accident until today when one of her friends contacted me after i seen she hasnt picked up any of my ft calls or messaged me back + with her location being on pause now. u all r prob asking ‘how do u have access to her account’ friday before she went into work, she randomly gave me her passwords for all social media accounts but i didnt think much of it cs she had access to my social media accounts so like maybe she just wanted me to have hers?? idk but with everything im being told from vanessa, this isnt looking any good. i will update you all if we find anything else about her. out of respect, i will be logging out of her social media accounts after i post about her to see if anyone else has heard from her and what happened
i think today might be the day where i go back to therapy, i just. literally why am i a horrible human being, i never meant for any of this to happen but at the end of the day i’m a horrible person and just god. maybe i think it’s time to just give social media a break, give writing a break, and distance myself from everyone
currently getting stitches before going into work, one of my coworkers was stupid enough to put a cutter in the sink yesterday and didn’t tell me so when i turned on the tumbler for the sink i got cut pretty badly and everything 🥲 might take a few days away from writing, it genuinely hurts so much for me to text my friends on my phone and do other things 😭 and sadly i can’t do dish until it heals which bums me out because i HATE being up front 💔 ughhhhhh 😞
thank you all so much for reading my fics. it ABSOLUTELY means the world to me and i know i’m not on here much updating 24/7 because of me having a j*b, but seeing notifications while i’m at work about people enjoying my fics make me so happy! i’ve always had a passion for writing growing up, sometimes i’d like to think that whenever i finally become a teacher after finishing college that i’ll still be a fanfic writer.. (embarrassing, i know) but it’s just something you cannot take out of a person who enjoys it. requests are closed as of right now— work is taking a toll on me and there are requests that need to be done. once again, thank you all so much for the love <3
— reader’s just baran’s pastime. they have this whole thing of staying casual (like garsantos but buzzier...) but r’s genuinely falling in love with her so she tries to distance herself and move on from whatever they have. unintentionally, it’s evident that other doctors and nurses are trying to flirt with r... so baran gets jealous, even if people were flirting with her too. dr. al-hashimi becomes a tough pill on everyone and people (and by people i mean santos and javadi) tell reader to make it up to her. when she tries to talk to baran, she’s cut off by an intense makeou—yeah!
hi, thank you so much! you can find your request here ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶
i hope it was up to your standards, enjoy reading!
summary: the two of you believed it was best to just remain casual, nothing more..but you’re genuinely falling in love with baran, with that being the case you began to distance yourself away from her—avoiding her anywhere to try to move on from what the two of you have. one day, baran notices doctors and nurses are flirting with you, getting extremely jealous which causes her to become a tough pill on everyone.
warnings: mdni (18+), jealous!baran, fingering (r!receiving), casual fling, established relationship in the waking.
author’s note: HELLOOOO, i genuinely meant to get to this request sooner but never had the time. to that sweet anon who sent this request, i hope you enjoy! requests are closed as of right now <3
It’s been a few days since you began distancing yourself from Baran, it was just a casual fling, there were supposed to be no feelings involved but no, you slowly began to fall in love with her. The atmosphere felt, different from what it was before—Baran noticed the distance, but never grew the slightest curiosity as if to why. You’ve noticed the way doctors and nurses would flirt with her, yes you were jealous but pushed it to the side, refusing to let everything get into your head because after all: you were distancing yourself from her..why get jealous?
Your eyes were fixated on the charts that needed to be caught up on, in the distance you can hear some of your colleagues talking about someone like they always do, but suddenly you heard your name and you froze.
“I mean technically speaking, it would be nice to get her in my bed— have you seen her ass?” Someone said, your cheeks flushed instantly then you placed the charts down on the desk and got up, approaching them with a smug look.
“Good luck trying to get me in your bed, dream on.” You joined in onto the conversation, your arms folding as you glanced at each and one of them then looked at Cassie. “Don’t play so hard to get sweetheart, I think we all know that we could easily get you in bed without even trying.” Cassie teased, her hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
You scoffed at that clearly not amused at Cassie’s comment. In the distance, Baran stood there watching everything go on, her jaw clenched followed by her hands twitching—the jealousy taking course in her veins as she watched you get hit on from afar. Baran became absolutely furious, watching as her own colleagues continue to flirt with you. She took a deep breath then took a few strides, approaching you all.
“Ahem, this is a hospital, not some place where flirtations happen when you all need to be catching up with charts and examining patients.” Baran interrupted, her foot tapping impatiently—by the looks of it, she was growing impatient by the second by how everyone stood there then you broke the silence.
“Right, back to charting.” You mumble as you turned away, disappearing in the distance to return back to the charts.
And when you turned your head to glance over at Baran talking to Cassie along with the other nurses and doctors? They walked away frustrated at Baran cutting the fun off so soon.
After endless hours of charting, it finally came to a stop. You placed your head down on the desk, completely exhausted from updating everything thoroughly. “Finally,” you muttered under your breath and heard footsteps approaching near you.
“She’s been so hard-headed for no reason,” Santos groaned, completely annoyed about how Baran has been on everyone’s asses throughout the entire shift. You lifted your head up from the desk, raising a brow, “Who?”
Javadi looked at Santos, “Do you want me to tell her or did you?” She whispered. “Tell me what? What are you guys even talking about?” You became absolutely confused about who they could be talking about. Santos couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction.
“Earlier, whenever McKay followed by the other doctors and nurses who were flirting with you made Baran angry.” Javadi blurted out, her eyes widening after she realized what she blurted out then immediately used her hands to cover her mouth. Santos shook her head, looking over at you now.
“It’s true, she’s been giving everyone a hard time ever since everyone proceeded to hit on you practically in front of her. Basically a tough pill now.” Santos mentioned. Your eyes widened at the thought of that, a sigh escaping from your lips. “What am I supposed to do about that?” Your hand ran through your hair, unsure of what exactly to do. Why is Baran jealous? No feelings were involved, it was one of those casual flings, unless..
“Why not go talk to her, apologize and make it up to her?” Javadi suggested, Santos nodded her head in agreement. “What Javadi said, you better hurry though.” She took a glance at the clock, “Pretty sure she’s about to be done for the night and head home.” They had a point, why not go talk things out with Baran and apologize? Even though you didn’t do anything wrong.
You nodded your head, getting up from the desk. “Yeah, thanks guys. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You replied, walking fast to go find Baran before she could leave. You made your way to the locker room, finding Baran grabbing her bag, her hair messy a bit and out of the usual up-do she wears.
“Hey,” you called out, Baran turned her head and looked at you, completely unamused then turned away. You sighed, approaching her more. “I’m sorry,” you went on, trying to get her attention again. “I didn’t know that you don’t like other people flirting with me and I’m sorry for dis—” before you could finish your sentence, Baran turned her head and grabbed your face, luring you into a deep kiss. Your body instantly melted against the kiss, a faint moan escaping from your lips as you felt her hands move away from your face to make their way down to squeeze your ass.
Her tongue pressed against your lips, sliding into your mouth. God, she had you weak in the knees, the way her mouth moved against yours sent sparks flying inside of your head. Next thing you felt was a hand sliding down the waistband of your scrubs, her fingers inching closer to barrier of your now soaked panties and she groaned as two fingers pressed against the wet patch. Your breath hitched at that, then you felt her fingers move your panties to the side and pump a finger inside of your entrance. You broke the kiss, your head falling onto her shoulder—your walls immediately clenching around that one finger then you felt a sudden stretch, another finger sliding into your entrance pumping steadily and you couldn’t help bucking your hips against her hand, chasing the friction.
Baran moved her free hand from your ass, grabbing your chin and pulled you back into the kiss—her fingers pumping faster inside you, curling just right that had your body trembling. Moans began to spill from your lips followed by cursing between kisses, your walls clenching harder around her fingers. She could tell that you were close, so close to that release and she needed to push you over that edge. Her thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing fast circles against the bundle of nerves while her fingers continue to pump inside you, her voice whispering sweet praises between kisses then she suddenly felt you shatter.
She swallowed your loud cry as your orgasm washed over you, her fingers slowing to help you come down from your high before coming to a full stop. She pulled her hand out from your scrubs and pulled her lips away from yours, “Apology, accepted.” She whispered, bringing her hand up to suck her fingers clean from the juices that coated her fingers. After cleaning her fingers, she leaned in, kissing your cheek quickly before she could grab her bag and leave. You watched as she left, then felt a buzz in your pocket coming from your phone. You pulled your phone out and it was a text from Baran.
BARAN
Come to my apartment after your shift? I think there’s more than the ‘keeping it casual’ statement between us.
You scoffed at that, a big smile appearing on your lips and you liked her message, agreeing to go to her apartment after your shift.
The sounds of your and Baran’s collective giggling fill the otherwise quiet roof as smoke wisps between you. When you invited Baran up here after work to smoke with you, you were most definitely expecting a quick “no” and a lecture on why smoking pot was bad for you. Then she agreed. And now, you’re both high in some cheap folding chairs, giggling over some patient from today.
“And— and Doctor Garcia was so angry!”
Baran laughs softly as you roll your head back with uncontrollable laughter. The situation wasn’t all that funny. But now, feeling just slightly hazy, uncontrollably giggly and strangely happy around Baran, it’s the funniest thing in the world. While you’re busy laughing, Baran is just… staring. She watches with a slight smile, her head tilted to the side, examining you as if she could actually see right through you. She speaks up more softly than she intends.
“You’re so beautiful when you laugh.”
It goes quiet almost immediately. The sounds of the city and your slowly dying laughter are all that’s left. Baran straightens up quickly. She didn’t mean to say that. Most definitely not. Not that it wasn’t the truth. Just that she didn’t particularly want you to hear that thought. She doesn’t say anything to defend herself though. What’s the point? She’s aware enough for it to be clear any excuse she makes will sound like a lie.
Neither of you say anything for a long moment. Baran sits there, turned to face you, waiting for you to say something to tell her if she’ll have to ignore you at work tomorrow or… well, some other outcome. Any other outcome. After a moment, you turn to face her, examining her expression with confused, reddish eyes, as if you’ll be able to sense that she’s lying. All you see is those big brown doe eyes, beautiful and glossy, even in the low lighting. Something about her unwavering gaze, the way everything just shifted with her words makes you have to press your thighs together to believe some of the sudden need. Maybe it’s just thanks to the pot.
“Come here.”
Baran speaks up after a moment, her voice barely a murmur—more of a whispered command. Her eyes never leave yours. She doesn’t know exactly what she wants you close for—she’s too high for any planning like that. She just knows that she needs you closer than the foot of distance between you two.
Her eyes stay fixed on you as you slowly stand and, with only slightly wobbly steps, come to stand in front of her. Baran sits with a straight back, neck craned to look up at you—examining your irises like they are precious and impossibly intricate pieces of art.
Her hands rise, landing on your hips in a gentle but firm hold. The almost finished joint dangled from her fingers.
“I need to try something.”
She mumbles. It seems all of the doubt Baran had has disappeared. Whether it’s the high or just your reaction to her calling you beautiful is unclear. She’s just… a little more confident.
Before you know what’s happening, her hands are tugging you closer, closer until she’s using her grip to guide you into her lap, straddling her thighs.
“Just like that. So good.”
Baran’s hand rubs over your hip as you settle there, eyes wide and a little confused. When her praise settles with you, she notices your cheeks flush. God, you can’t hide anything from her while high. Maybe she needs to do this more often. Her big brown eyes flicker away from yours for just a moment, going half-lidded as they fix on your lips. She stares at them with unabashed desire.
“You listen so well when you're high.”
She’s not wrong. The way you’re just quietly listening to everything she tells you to do is… well, to call it a turn on for her would be an understatement. And she’s sure that’s not just the weed talking.
Her hand comes up to gently grab your jaw, guiding your face closer to hers. Her fingers are steady and firm against your skin—not rough, but nearly reverent.
“I want to try something. I need you to hold still.”
She’s already bringing the joint back to her lips as she instructs you to stay there for her. You listen, of course, unable to form the words to either ask what is going on or if she would please just kiss you already. Before she takes a puff of the joint, she leans in and whispers to you:
“Open your mouth.”
When you do, a small grin spreads on her lips—a little more unguarded than her usual, practiced smile.
“Good girl.”
She mutters, leaving that ache between your thighs even worse. You’re not sure if she’s just simply unaware of how that low, slightly rough tone of her voice while she praises you is affecting you, or if she’s just feeling bold enough to tease. Before you can try to come up with an answer, she’s taking a hit of the joint and guiding your face in closer, her lips brushing yours. She slowly exhales smoke into your mouth, just barely not connecting your lips.
She doesn’t let you go as you inhale the smoke. She holds you there, watching your every minute expression. She wants to kiss you until you can’t breathe. But she doesn’t. Not yet. Not until she knows you’re sure.
You stare back at her, breathing picking up into something heavier, lips twitching like you can’t physically hold back. It’s silent for a long moment, your breath mingling with hers, the smell of the weed wafting around you. You think that Baran will move—she’s usually so quick to take control of a case, why wouldn’t it be the same here? But she doesn’t. She just stares at you and your glossy eyes, waiting. Waiting until you finally lean in, slowly at first, your already parted lips pressing against hers. Then you feel her grin against you, her hands sliding in a slow, lazy movement around your waist, resting just on the curve of your ass. Then you really can’t hold back. You properly lean in. Your arms—feeling as heavy as the rest of your limbs—wrap around her neck as you tug her in, lips moving against hers hungrily. She returns the gesture, kissing you with a messy sort of need.
Her tongue slides against yours after just a few seconds. Her movements are sloppy, almost lazy, like she’s savoring this kiss for as long as she can, lost in the feel of you on her already hazy mind. As her tongue tangles with yours, her hands drift lower, fingers gripping the curve of your ass, pulling you against her. The movement is almost instinctive—like the weed has her on horny autopilot. It’s not any different to you. The second your hips press against hers, you grind down against her slowly, a soft, whiny moan slipping from your lips.
Baran just barely pulls away when she hears that noise, leaving you chasing her lips. She stares at you with wide, reddish eyes, breathing already getting heavier. She needs to hear that noise again. This time, she leans in to kiss you harder, somehow more messily than before. Now, her hands, still gripping your ass, begin guiding your hips. She tugs you down until your pussy—still covered by your scrubs—grinds against her thigh. Another shaky moan escapes your lips. One comes from Baran’s mouth too—needy and soft, unexpectedly whiny for the usually ever-so-steady attending.
She guides your hips in a slow rhythm at first. Then, when she pulls you just right so that your already throbbing clit grinds against her, a full-fledged moan slips out. Even here, on a public roof, you can’t bring yourself to try and stay quiet. Not when you’re sitting in Baran’s lap, making out with her, cunt soaking just from humping her thigh. That moan just spurs Baran on. With a groan against your lips, her hips start desperately bucking up against yours. The high has you both feeling hazy and, somehow, better than either of you have in ages, just from dry humping each other.
Baran feels her clit bumping against your hip as she bucks up into you. She’s desperate and needy and already so goddamn close. She never cums this fast. There’s just something about your desperate moans, the still lingering scent of the weed around you, the way your hips stutter as you chase after your release from grinding against her thigh. So, she’s feeling close already.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”
Baran murmurs against your lips, guiding your hips in rougher movements. Feeling you against her has her feeling more high than the weed.
“To baraye man khili ali npasti, esh. Khili ali.”
She switches to Farsi on instinct. Her mind is so clouded with how good it feels to grind against you, her tongue against yours, hands on your ass, her words come out strained and rough, different from how you’ve ever heard it before.
Baran hears your moans change into unintelligible whimpers as you get close to the edge. She keeps grinding you against her, hands hiding each desperate buck of your hips while you search for the pressure you need. She mumbles how perfect you are against your lips, as if she’s unable to disconnect herself.
You cum with a loud, needy cry that the night-shift could probably hear the reverberations from inside. Your hips stutter, the pressure of each grind against your clit all of a sudden causing your thighs to twitch and shake. Baran watches you ride it out with a look of reverence—the effects of the weed making it damn near impossible for her to conceal her amazement. Her own orgasm hits without her even realizing it, just from watching you cum in your pants from riding her thigh.
She keeps guiding you as she rides out her pleasure, causing that feeling of heat in your stomach from the overstimulation—thighs tensing, moans turning to whimpers and your back arching uncontrollably. Baran watches all of it like it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
It’s a long moment before both of your moans die down into heavy, ragged breathing, your lip’s finally disconnecting. Baran breathes heavily against you, her face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You lean your head against hers. If the weed made you feel all hazy, the fucking made you feel absolutely gone.
“You…”
Baran starts, her words cut off by a heavy puff of air and the dryness of her throat. Her voice comes out a little rough.
“You’re perfect, azizam. So good for me.”
Your limbs are heavy as one of her hands drifts to rub lazy circles against your back, like she can’t possibly separate from you. You feel like you could either fall asleep right here on Baran or keep fucking her in every position possible until the sunrise.
You really don’t remember much of what happened between that moment and the sun rising. All that you know is, somehow, you ended up in Baran’s bed, tangled up with her in her quiet home—her son off at her ex-husband's house. Based on the very faint memory of the events and the dark hickeys you spot immediately littering Baran’s neck, you can make a guess.
When Baran stirs and slowly blinks her eyes open, you just watch her. As a small grin appears on her face, you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw. Maybe you really do need to smoke with her more often.
HI MAYAAAA, I hope you’re doing well and I love you so much 😌 (I know we’re literally on facetime right now but that’s besides the point) I hope that one day you find a bad bitch since your previous talking stage was toxic for you
AWH hi gyro i love you so much too and you’re so goofy, please don’t go bald.. 😞😞 and i knowww, i know but in the end i still wish the very best for her even though i miss her like crazy lol. you better be writing me that gigi ghorbani oneshot for me like i asked you to 😒
i want cassie mckay to slut me out because..yeah okay goodnight maybe (i’m not going to bed, probably might write the most juiciest smut with her, we’ll see)
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