˚.🦴 ᵎᵎ introductory ─── any pronouns. milf enthusiast. writer. john howell enjoyer. theater since birth. multi-fandom. demi-girl. PUPPY GIRL. artfight (mystery). genuinely inconsistent in posting. loves interacting with everyone. grammar? who? (I try my best). Baran Al-Hashimi & Cassie McKay's controversially young wife.
˚.🦴 ᵎᵎ what to anticipate ─── nsfw blog (but I haven't posted anything explicit yet. which surprises me.) mdni. mostly thoughts. there will be fluff too dw, this account was however made to be more freaked out but still. rare instances of an actual oneshot. ai can screw itself. posts may mention bdsm. possible dead-dove. minor eyestrain? (white visuals), a doodle or two. well what the hell there might be angst too.
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🤍 recent : as of 07/16 - baran cracking n' stretching her neck (fluff-ish)
Nervous? Why am I nervous? Oh well. I might yap a lot.. sorry ☝️
Collie Landers is a trauma radiology technologists for the Pitt! Despite her tendency of being not as chatty or outgoing as the others, she still does her best to be approachable!
Her favourite animal would be a border collie (so clever I know), she LOVES the colour cherry red, she's a finger with a pale complextion so close to a vampire and has greenish eyes.
Collie & Baran's dynamic is like of any other resident- professional but a bit friendly. When the attending first joined them in the PTMC, Collie would be wary considering she doesn't do well with new arrivals (she's barely come to terms with the new interns) and because her first impression of Baran is very mixed-feelings. But later on they do get along, exchanging casual greetings and whatnot.
"You like her." Candice, her sister (no she's not included in the moodboard) teased. "What do you mean?" Collie miffed, narrowing her eyes. Collie is super oblivious of her own feelings, give the fact she's emotionally constipated. But she unknowingly follows Baran around when she isn't needed, somehow ending up in the same room as the attending. Sometimes Collie would offer a cracker or something when they somehow end up in the break room.
I specifically want two pictures within the moodboard to have a border collie and a doe (for Baran) because I think it's cute.. other than that, everything is free reign!
Sorry that might be much to read I just love the dynamic😥
I loved making this, I hope you like how it turned out!! Tysm for participating <3 join my celebration here!
THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH. I'm also obsessed with them to the point I'm not normal when it comes to writing them together AUGH. Wagging my tail like CRAZY. Thank you so much again omg I was literally sweating thinking I wrote too much 😭
( pick a quote + a feeling + a trope ! let’s see what fic you end up with. )
author's addition: this lil build-a-fic is inspired by @scealaiscoite ’ s adorable idea ! her prompt lists are literal perfection. go stalk her blog pls she’s the best ever 🧸 you’re welcome to tweak phrasing as needed, but please don’t add to or rewrite the original post. give credits to @fawndrip / @suprclark if using.
— QUOTE
❛ stop smiling like that. it’s distracting. ❜
❛ you make it really hard to stay just friends. ❜
❛ why does it feel like a goodbye? ❜
❛ you’re blushing. ❜ — ❛ no i’m not. ❜
❛ just friends don’t look at each other like that. ❜
❛ i missed you. that’s all. ❜
❛ you remember the little things. that’s what gets me. ❜
❛ tell me to stay. and i will. ❜
❛ my hand fits so perfectly in yours. it's like i'm made for you. ❜
❛ do you want me to leave? ❜ — ❛ no. i want you to stay forever. ❜
❛ i think i knew it was you. even back then. ❜ — ❛ then stay. ❜ — ❛ but that's the thing. i don't know if i know you anymore. ❜
❛ i don’t know how to stop wanting you. ❜
❛ this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t. ❜
❛ you’re not just anyone. you’re you. ❜
❛ if we kiss now, everything changes. ❜ — ❛ i know but that's a risk i'm willing to take. ❜
❛ i’ve been in love with you since the night we met. ❜
❛ tell me it meant nothing. lie if you have to. ❜
❛ i was easy to leave, wasn’t i? ❜
❛ you don’t get to miss me now. you lost that right when we broke up. ❜
❛ say something. anything. please. ❜
❛ i loved you. that should’ve been enough. ❜
❛ i wish i didn’t remember everything. ❜
❛ don’t look at me like you still care. ❜
❛ i’m tired of pretending this doesn’t hurt. ❜
❛ you said forever. i believed you. ❜
❛ if you didn’t mean it, why did you say it? ❜
❛ you chose them. you always do. ❜
❛ i don’t hate you. i just wish i’d never met you. ❜
❛ you let me go like i was nothing. ❜
❛ please don’t make this harder than it already is. ❜
❛ are you sure? cause whatever this is it doesn’t feel like love. ❜
❛ it’s always been you. i just didn’t know how to say it. ❜
❛ say that again. i dare you. ❜
❛ you really don’t see it, do you? ❜
❛ i think i like you. like, like like you. ❜
❛ do you always look at people like that? ❜
❛ you make it really hard to think straight. ❜
❛ oh my god. you’re blushing. ❜
❛ this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t. ❜
❛ i should’ve kissed you when i had the chance. ❜
❛ you’re not helping. you’re being pretty. it's distracting. ❜
❛ you make me nervous in the best way. ❜
❛ every time you look at me, i forget what i was saying. ❜
❛ just admit it. you like me. ❜
❛ if you don’t kiss me right now, i might explode. ❜
❛ you’re dangerously good at that smile. ❜
❛ only one bed ❜
❛ mutual pining ❜
❛ fake dating gone real ❜
❛ friends to lovers ❜
❛ strangers to almosts ❜
❛ found family ❜
❛ rivals with tension ❜
❛ the “oh” moment ❜
❛ confessions at 2am ❜
❛ sunshine x grump ❜
❛ forbidden ❜
❛ hurt / comfort ❜
❛ secretly in love ❜
❛ reunion after years ❜
❛ accidental domesticity ❜
❛ slow burn ❜
❛ “just friends” denial ❜
❛ second chances ❜
❛ love letters never sent ❜
❛ childhood friends ❜
❛ exes ❜
❛ soulmates who don’t believe in fate ❜
❛ enemies on the same side ❜
❛ sleep talking confessions ❜
❛ one falling first, the other falling harder ❜
❛ patching up wounds with shaky hands ❜
❛ “who did this to you?” ❜
❛ dancing in the kitchen ❜
❛ jealousy over nothing ( but also everything ) ❜
❛ late-night phone calls ❜
❛ caught in the rain ❜
❛ almost kissing but someone interrupts ❜
❛ waking up next to them ❜
❛ fixing each other’s tie / collar ❜
❛ taking care of them while they’re sick ❜
Would you guys read Baran and/or Cassie comforting reader because they just got back from a family dinner and Reader came home crying because there was some sort of crazy conflict that was directed to them with a little smut but mostly angst n' fluff (haha not me projecting what happened to me lolll who'd do that)
Hihi, I too often has this problem so here I come to help
I often use this blog because the organization is very nice, although sometimes it’s a bit sparse in specific categories
https://angeldustmt.tumblr.com/femaledirectory
Occasionally this blog will have some good ones, although it’s a bit harder to navigate
https://bunchoffaceclaims.tumblr.com
This one can be good too, but I would definitely suggest the first one over these 3.
https://rphelper.tumblr.com/fcdirectory
Also, looking up on tumblr something like #ginger fc, there’s a bunch of posts with suggestions too- Hopefully this makes your journey a little bit easier!
Guys is anyone willing to like help a girl out to find a faceclaim for her Pittsona (me) because genuinely I can't for the life of me find one..
I got my sona commissioned, her name is Collie Landers, and I might have a stroke trying to find a close faceclaim 😭 prolly do a doodle in return if anyone is able to find a FC for mi ☝️🥹
She's in her early 30's! She gives off the energy of a sleepy but very much alert person!!
synopsis :: Baran cracking n' stretching her neck. That's it. THAT'S the post.
tags & warning/s :: fluff-ish , several innacurate descriptions (I think), gn!reader
notes :: Writing this while watching L-word GQ. Good god.
word count :: 0.4k
Baran who, after dealing with a rather difficult patient, finds a quiet(est) corner of the ED to rubs her hands over where her shoulders meet her neck, stiffly stretching the muscles that briefly contracted before a quiet crack emitted.
Baran who's so done dealing with a resident she find particularly prickly, purses her lips in a thin smile as she tilted her head on one side, stretching her neck as her shoulders tensed as she hummed in response to something she had to unfortunately absorb.
Baran groaning quietly under her breath, letting out a relieved exhale through her nose as she finally could stretch her neck up after a particularly messy trauma.
"Hey, how are you holding up?" You inquired lightly as you approached Baran, who just happened to walked out T2 while slipping off her surgical gloves.
"Fine, the patient gets to live for several more hours until we get back their results." Baran sighed as she sanitized her hands by the nearby dispenser, rubbing her hands together before tilting her head from side to side, the expanse of her throat briefly straining as a soft crack emitted from her neck.
"Whoa- I don't think cracking your neck a lot is healthy." You remarked with a raised brow, watching as Baran rubbed a calloused hand over her shoulder. "I was in an odd position in there, it was particularly crammed." Baran shrugged, finally facing you with familiar doe eyes you've grown to love seeing.
"You deserve a break, doc. Really. You've been... wow, really busy." You suggested as you looked around the ED, hands on your hips as the familiar sight of fluorescent lights and passing residents.
"What can I say, someone has to be in charge." Baran stepped beside you, looking around the place with a glow of pride.
You nodded, head turning as you heard Baran groan under her breath, hand coming back to rest on the back of her neck, stretching the tense muscle. "Ah-ah. You are not doing that again." You turned your body towards her, tone both playful with a tinge of warning.
"Hey. You're shift is almost over. How about I treat us to a well-deserved dinner? Just the two of us." You suggested, earning a raised brow from the attending.
"You know you aren't supposed to ask me, an attending of all people, such a question, right?" Baran, despite herself, quirked her lips upward.
"It doesn't have to mean anything. Just a small celebration for making it through the shift." You shrugged, knowing damn well that the simple dinner was more than you made it out to be.
Baran looked at you for a moment, sharp eyes sizing you up from head to toe, making her slightly squirm beneath her eyes. Then, she lets out a short huff, nodding as she clicked her tongue. "Sure. If you say so-" She drawls your surname, letting her eyes linger onto you before eventually turning and walking away.
"I better not hear a crack of muscle in my radius!" You called out, not minding when Baran didn't turn around, instead disappearing into another part of the ED. The moment your attending rounded that corner, you patted yourself on the shoulder, nodding as she walked the opposite direction.
"Someone's giddy." Cassie dryly humored as she crossed your path, earning a sly smile from you and a wink. "Winners love winning."
Me basically everytime I think I'm going to write smut but ended up with a crumbling Baran who's storyline is as depressing as my ocs that I genuinely start apologizing to my screen. (My drafts are questionable I'm so sorry baby)
Mngghh I have a thought, we keep seeing puppy reader but what do we feel about puppy Baran? But hmmm I dunnoooo she could be kitty.. or a doe ☝️ she'd be so cute as a Siamese though iaiejf.
Synopsis :: Hybrid Baran coming home to you (owner?? Partner?? Both??) and collapsing on your lap while you were just passing time watching the TV.
Tags: Fluff n not proofread lol this is a drabble, GN!reader
".. Good evening to you too." You chuckled lightly as Baran kicked her shoes off and snuggled herself on your thighs, sighing as her bag laid on the foot of your door a few feet away.
Baran emits an exhausted miff against your clothes, using her arms to push herself up and climb onto you, straddling either side of your waist as she buried her face on the crook of your neck.
Her tail wrapped around your ankle loosely, a quiet purr of content vibrating from your neck as her shoulders sagged. "Tough day, kitty?" You inquired with the lightest tease at the tone, knowing how Baran isn't the biggest fan of the nickname.
"Yes.. but please stop calling me that." Baran's muffled response made you laugh lightly, your hand finding the back of her head and lightly scratching the spot where you knew she liked.
Of course, Baran would first try (and fail) to pry your hand away, but soon the comforting scratch of your nail against the base of her skull near her ears lulled her closer to you, against her better judgement.
"Sorry. I swear it will happen again." You humoured, earning a quiet groan of defeat from your beloved.
Bonus doodle that I did impulsively with my Pittsona and hybrid Baran 👇
Hihi, I love your page aesthetic and recent fic you posted! I wanna take a bite out of your page
Got me giggling and kicking my feet here hun, I'm so glad you love my blog aesthetic !! Wanted to keep it simple so I don't put pressure onto myself 🥹
Also TYSM for reading my fic!! I was actually so nervous posting it because I thought my first for this sideblog would be smut ☝️but I'm happy people enjoyed reading it 🫶🫶
whats your artfight? (if you’re comfortable of course) 💕
I admit I swear I thought I was about to get a bot response (I've gotten those too frequently from my main blog, hence this side blog as an escape) that I even gasped dramatically at my imaginary audience.
But hark! An actual person! Thank you for the question hun! It would be my first year actually, and I'm currently working on a small mass-attack and 4 revenges :)
featuring :: baran X reader-whos-a-bit-emotionally-costipated(?)
tags & warning/s :: established marriage, angst, fluff question mark? Not proofread
synopsis :: you expected your wife to come back tired but content, however it doesn't seem that way when you see the weight in her eyes when she comes home.
notes :: This was originally supposed to be a oneshot for my Pittsona and her, but I decided to tweak a few things and post this as some sort of filler while polling about Baran and readers wedding! And this is more of a drabble than anything just to get my hands moving.
word count :: ~1k
Baran had gotten up early this morning- a valid statement if you counted her waking up every hour in the night. Being anxious about your first day in a new medical center does that to you. She has told you, her wife, about the promotion she had been given. A huge opportunity, but one that weighted responsibility on her shoulders.
So at crack 4 in the morning when Baran finally kicked off the sheets after multiple failures of trying to actually fall asleep and a muttered apology for keeping you awake, you got up with her no matter how much your body protested.
Even if Baran did insist that you should stay in bed, you wanted to support your wife every step of the way, knowing how big of a step this is for her. After politely forcing Baran to atleast eat a banana, you packed her lunch- nothing extravagant, just enough to fill, handed it to Baran and sent her off with a good luck kiss.
Everything was going swell for you during the day- dealing with your job, coming home to organise your shared place, then making dinner. That was until Baran came home later than expected- something you've grown accustomed to.
"Kitchen!" Your voice traveled across the place, your ears strained as you listened to your wife's footsteps approach the area. "How was your first- day.." Your usually welcoming gaze (If you count your eyes doing the smiling when your lips remained flat) immediately wavered at the sight of your wife.
It was worse than any chronic joint pain you had to go through every winter.
Hair untied and wild in its own beautiful form, yet her eyes were the heaviest they've been. It was an easy tell that she'd been crying on her way home. Black tank top- presumably she threw her scrubs in her bag.
".. Cariño.." You called quietly called, immediately lowering youe voice as she sets the plates down on the table, your footsteps silent as she padded slowly towards Baran with a tilted head and a precarious expression, as if approaching a wounded puppy.
Baran didn't move from her spot- a few feet away from the island counter, arms limp on her sides and eyes glassy with lack of focus. Her chest rose too fast- short, shallow breaths that betrayed how hard she's was trying to not cry again. But slowly started to fail doing so.
At the sound of her wife- you, emotionally constipated but doing your best, in all your glory, called to her, Baran sucked a large breath in, bottom lip trembling before she bit down on it hard.
She didn't speak. Couldn't. A single tear escaped before Baran could stop it, slipping down her cheek.
"Díos.. Baran..." You cooed, straightening herself up not to appear larger, but to offer herself as a safety net with open arms (albeit hesitantly, unsure whether or not if your actions rendered rude or warm. You're trying.)
Baran didn't hesitate. The moment your arms opened for her- however hesitant, she folded, collapsing into the your arms. She buried her face in the curve of your shoulder, one hand clutching shakily at the back of your thin button down, the other pressed flat against your spine- as if attempting to fuse you two together.
"Ah." You huffed in quiet surprise as Baran enveloped your smaller frame, arms hovering hesitantly before eventually finding purchase on Baran's lower back, rubbing slow circles with your fingers.
Carefully, with one hand, you raised it to gently slide off the strap of Baran's bag off her shoulder, the attending making no resistance as she lets her arm limp uselessly as the it fell and the weight lifted off her shoulder, before immediately latching back onto you.
The weight of Baran's bag sliding off her shoulder felt like a monumetal release- like boulders finally rolling off her shoulders. From carrying everything, it felt like she wasn't carrying anything for a fraction. You kept the steady rhythm of rubbing Baran's back as the attending's breath began to slow but remained uneven.
"Ouf.. easy, love." You whispered as you rubbed your other hand higher, between Baran's shoulder blades, feeling the dampness accumulate on the crook of your neck. Your skin prickled with goosebumps, yet you decided to let the matter be- your wife's current state was much more important than how the your skin screamed at the tears staining your shirt.
A quiet hum went through the your lips, briefly pressing your slightly chapped lips against the top of the attending's head.
You didn’t speak, allowing Baran the moment of silence she knew (more-so assumed, but knew enough) she needed. Every nerve in your body was focused on offering security and reassure, the careful circles being traced between Baran's shoulder blades carefully measured.
The touch was gentle. Methodical in its care, and it undid something in Baran. It felt like coming home after being lost for hours without realizing she was wandering.
"Come on." You pulled back a fraction, only to grasp Baran's hand while allowing the older woman to lean her weight onto you, taking both of you into the kitchen where plated pasta laid, lightly steaming as the smoke curled against the overhead light.
"Here." You pulled a chair from beneath the island counter, allowing Baran to slowly slide herself on top of the wooden seat, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.
You padded towards the fridge, taking out a cool pitcher of water, closing the frame with a quiet thump before moving towards the cabinet of utensils and other dinnerware. You opened one, the soft creak echoing in the small kitchen as you pulled out two glass cups and forks for the meal.
Baran stared blankly at the pristine surface that she assumed in the back of her mind that you cleaned earlier, barely registering how you poured both glasses with water before setting both glasswares on either side of the plates.
The steam from the pasta curled upward like ghosts rising. The scent of garlic and tomatoes filled the small kitchen; comforting, familiar, home.
Baran stared at her plate as if seeing food for the first time today. She hadn’t eaten since lunch- the packed food you had given to her the only thing that pushed her through the rest of the day. Baran wanted to somehow give a quiet thanks, some sort of response to your care.
But no words came out yet. Her throat felt thick as her mind brought her back: Robby’s cruel comments about “medical risks,” how he’d used her seizures against her, and how she’d almost walked out three times before the end of her shift..
Instead, Baran reached slowly for one glass and took a sip, not thirsty so much as needing something to do while watching her wife, her steady beloved who setted aside her discomfort for such closeness to help Baran through her struggle.
