you do not need to like garsantos. you can want santos with someone else, though i encourage you to at least consider the significance of having such a relationship on a show like “the pitt.”
however, you do need to recognize the blatant racism that has taken root in most anti-garsantos sentiments.
garcia is abrasive. at times, she can be mean. in season 2, the whole “nepo baby” situation is a bit aggressive.
but garcia is not aggressive. she, in the grand scheme of things, is not mean. her softest moments are with santos.
the conclusion that garcia is abusive, and the conclusion that she is sexually promiscuous, or a fuckboy, is rooted in racism. in prejudiced ideas that have been used to dehumanize black and brown women for centuries.
many have said this, and it is not my intention to repeat the sentiment simply for the sake of it. i bring this up again so that we might also consider the infantilization of santos that often goes hand in hand with this sort of prejudice against garcia.
with garcia painted as an abuser, santos becomes the abused. a narrative is crafted that frames santos as someone who needs to be saved from garcia, effectively stripping her of all her agency and autonomy. she is made small, relegated to the category or status of helpless victim, denied her full personhood.
that is infantilization.
it is also racism.
infantilization is a core tenet of racism.
when you engage with fan content, particularly of other santos ships, and particularly of barantos—though i appreciate barantos, there are a non-negligible number of works that present at least one of these phenomena—do not do so idly. just because it is not real does not mean that it has no bearing on what is.
garcia is not abusive. santos is not helpless. al-hashimi is not her savior.
stop denying these women their personhood. their humanity. stop making these complicated, nuanced characters into racist caricatures.
Free Day // Have Fun - Garsanshimi - it's just all smut - Garcia is unable to participate - I can't even give a preview the smut starts in the first sentence - MDNI
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Yolanda knows she’s in deep when Baran takes out a second harness after getting Trinity’s set with hers. The surgeon instinctively goes to get out of the chair to help her but is immediately reminded by the leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Baran of course immediately notices and smirks.
“See Asalam, I told you the cuffs were needed.” Baran says lowly, looking over at Trinity. The youngest nods at her. But neither of them even cast a quick glance at Yolanda who’s already feeling desperate as she looks between them.
Her eyes follow Baran to the closest and her mouth goes dry. She's putting on the strap that she normally fucks Trinity with. That's hers to fuck her girl with. The one she's been using since before they all got together.
“Baran what the fuck? That's mine.” Yolanda growls trying to stand yet again, but this time with more force and she nearly sends herself and the chair sideways onto the floor. Baran and Trinity yet again don't cast a glance at her. She's three feet from the right side of the bed in a kitchen chair. Her ankles have about two inches of wiggle room and her hands are shackled behind her back with an extra chain that connects to the bar at the bottom of the chair.
Baran doesn't spear Yolanda a glance as she approaches the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs for me Trinity.” Baran softly commands. The younger woman immediately complies with a sigh. “That's a good girl. You warmed up like I asked?” She nods and the attending smiles. “Very good.” She climbs onto the bed and crawls slowly up.
“Baran, take off that strap!” Yolanda demands, pulling at her restraints. “It's mine! It's fucking mine!” Yolanda's voice getting louder and somewhat frantic. That's hers for her to fuck her good girl with. To make her see stars. Hers. Hers. HERS. “Trinity, close your legs right now!”
Her demands of course ignored. This is what they agreed to. Yolanda wanted this. She wanted to give up all power. Have no choice unless she said ‘red.’ They laid most things out with certain things like what exactly Baran and Trinity would be doing together was left out to intensify the feeling of helplessness.
And now she's facing that mystery head on. Trinity only opens her legs wider while Baran steps between them. It's just then that Yolanda notices the lube in Baran's hand. She puts some in her hand, pumping the strap around her hips and all three women moan. The moans only grow louder when Baran applies more to her hands and takes hold of Trinity's strap doing the same.
“Fuck Baran!” Trinity whines. She reaches out and takes a hold of the oldest woman's hips. “In please I've been good please.” She begs.
“You have been such a good girl for me. Waiting so patiently while I got our guest set up.” Baran coos.
“Guest?!” Yolanda yells. She immediately tries to break out again. But the restraints are solid. Definitely worth the pretty penny they paid for all three of them to have a set of their own. A whimper slips past her lips. “Baran please. That's mine.”
Baran answers her by lining the strap up to Trinity’s cunt and pushing in. The youngest’s back immediately arches off the bed as she moans. “Bee. Fuck feels so good.” She whimpers.
“That's good Baby, I'm glad.” Baran hums as she takes the hand that was guiding her strap and wraps it back around Trinity’s. “You're going to let me play with your cock while I fuck you right sweet girl?”
Trinity just nods at first but as soon as Baran slows her hand she finds her voice in the form of a whimper. “Yes. Fuck yes please. Please please.”
Baran just hums as she bottoms out. Trinity keens and the attending responses by pulling out just a bit and slamming back in making the R3’s back arch harshly. “Baran!” She cries.
Yolanda watches on as the oldest sets an intense pace, slamming into Trinity like she might never get to do this again. “That's right Asalam, it's just you and me. I'm gonna take care of you.” Baran says, breath heavy, as her hand sinks up with her hips.
Trinity lets out a sob that Yolanda knows as her being fully consumed by the pleasure coursing through her body. The surgeon remembers that Trinity also has a grinding pad on. She sees tears roll down Trinity’s temples and if she could she would saw her hands and feet off to be able to lean over her younger girlfriend and lick the tears away.
She moans, rutting her hips against the chair but no relief comes. Baran stripped her so she couldn’t find friction with her underwear. “Baran.” Yolanda gasps. “Please let me out. Let me sit behind her please.” She begs.
Baran must take it a sign to fuck their younger girlfriend with even more fervor. She lets go of Trinity’s strap while keeping the pace of her hips and pushes her other woman's legs up toward her chest. “Hold your legs for me, pretty girl. ‘m gonna make you forget your name.”
Trinity manages a whine and nods, tears flowing like a river. Baran leans down and licks at the tears. “So pretty when you cry for me. When you take me so well like the best girl. My good girl.”
It's then that Baran casts a quick knowing smug glance at Yolanda. “All mine.” She growls before bringing her full attention back to Trinity.
“All yours!” Trinity cries.
Baran sets herself up straight again and becomes frenzied. She takes hold of Trinity's strap again, stroking it so her fist slams against the base.
“Baran! I–I–I PLEASE!” Trinity screams.
Baran moans in response. “You gonna cum for me, Babygirl? Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna make a mess of my sheets?”
“Yes YES please!” She begs.
Baran says nothing else and just keeps her frenzied pace while Trinity moans, babbles, and begs for the oldest woman. The sound of their skin slapping together is absurdly filthy and Yolanda wishes she could record it. The oldest woman just watches, mouth opens in awe of the woman under her completely falling apart.
Yolanda’s not sure how long it's been but suddenly Trinity starts to shake. “Cum for me baby. Cum right now.” Baran commands.
The youngest doesn't disappoint as the grip on her legs give out and her back snaps up in an almost impossible way. Her mouth is open in a silent cry for a few moments before an obscene, loud moan slips past. Yolanda watches the space where their bodies meet and sees cum splashing up onto both their stomachs. She'd give a kidney to clean them with her tongue.
“Good girl. My best girl.” Baran says over the noise, letting the strap go so she can keep her pace and lean over Trinity. “Stay with me Baby. I'll slow down in a minute.” She says before crashing their lips together.
A whine leaves Yolanda's lung and her hips strain for anything to relieve the ache between her legs. “Baran, please let me out. Please.” She nearly sobs.
She's ignored again and she's stuck listening to the wet sounds of their skin slapping together and watching them melt into one another.
Baran's hips slow as she pulls away from the kiss. She looks down at Trinity with all the love in the world. And then her face quirks into a hungry smirk.
Yolanda's mouth drops open as Baran undoes her harness but leaves the strap in Trinity. Then she rises up and climbs until her cunt is hovering over Trinity’s strap.
“We're gonna cum together now, okay Baby? Then we'll go get cleaned up.” Baran coos. As soon as Trinity nods, Baran sinks down onto the strap all the way to the base. “Fuck, Baby. I'm so full. Now you lay back and let me ride you. I've got you.” Trinity can only nod again.
Baran smiles down at her and lets loose. She rides Trinity with a vigor Yolanda's not sure she's ever seen. Both women let moans and whimpers rip from their lungs as they build to an orgasm together.
Yolanda has accepted her fate but still ruts her hips like a mad woman, matches Baran's speed. She moans with them hoping they'll look at her. Trinity almost does when she moans extra loud but Baran just grabs her jaw, keeping it so they only see each other.
“If our guest wants to cum she'll figure it out, Asalam. She doesn't need your attention.” Baran says condescendingly, and it makes both Trinity and Yolanda moan again.
Yolanda keeps going. Watching. Moaning. And suddenly she feels it. A slow building warmth in her stomach. Oh my god. She watches Baran hips jack up and down on Trinity and it's the hottest thing she's ever seen. The way both their tits bounce with the force. The sounds they make. They're her perfect girls. They're hers. Even if they're pretending right now that they're not. The warmth keeps building along with them.
“Fuck!” They all say in unison.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” Yolanda whines as her thighs start to shake with fatigue. “Fuck, you two are so beautiful it's gonna make me cum. Fuck please cum so I can please. Please, I need it please!” She begs as tears roll down her cheeks. “Please.” A sob following after.
Both Trinity and Baran moan and the woman on top drops her head back. “Let's not keep our guest waiting, Baby. I want you to cum in 3… 2… 1.” Baran commands.
Yolanda knows the count down was for Trinity, but tell that to her attention and touch starved brain. Her clit throbs and her core clenches around nothing as her orgasm ripped through her body. A cry of relief soars out of her and her head falls forward. Her ears are ringing and her eyes are squeezed shut as her body shakes. She feels tears falling onto her bare thighs. I need them. I need them so bad. I just want them to look at me. Please be looking at me when I look up. Please.
But before she can raise her head she feels her chair being moved forward.
Her head shoots up and finds Baran reaching out to her. A gentle hand finds her cheek and wipes at the tears. Another hand finds her knee and her eyes find a very blissed out Trinity smiling at her.
“You did so well, Azizam.” Baran whispers, leaning in to kiss Yolanda gently. When she pulls back just a bit she softens more before leaning back in, this time letting her tongue collect the tears that are apparently still falling. “How about all three of us go get cleaned up and then go cuddle on the couch?”
Both Yolanda and Trinity hum in agreement but the surgeon does manage to find her voice. “That sounds perfect, Baby. Thank you.”
saw a tiktok pointing out that mckay and al-hashimi both have no concept of personal space and therefore would be perfect for each other. like yes please im sat, make the divorced mums kiss
okay tbh I see baran as a switch/vers just in general BUT I have different hcs depending on the ship
barantos: yeah baran is domming. I think there could be a lot of softness in this relationship once trust is built up, and I think trinity would love helping care for baran, but in bed? she's a whiny subby mess #tbh. I literally cannot see trinity as anything other than a sub. as far as topping/bottoming, I could see them switching it up. subtop trinity truther. but also ☝️ sub bottom trinity truther. it depends!
mcshimi: switchiest relationship ever I cannot decide. they both give both sub and dom vibes. I'm gonna say I see cassie topping 9 times out of 10, but it's really a toss up as to whether she's in control or not. could so see her as a subtop. baran would be soo good at talking cassie through it, and the easy control would feel nice. however ☝️ sometimes baran just deserves to be taken care of wholly and completely and I feel like cassie would love taking her apart and working all that tension right out.
evanshimi: dana is domming. she's getting baran outttt of that pretty little head of hers. I hc baran is a little chatty during sex, but dana gets her fuzzy and hazy-eyed. baran loves it. she tries to hold onto control so hard so often, it feels like a release to just surrender sometimes. dana is also topping. mostly because I think dana just prefers it. likes fucking her smart girl so stupid 😛
cassie’s lingering look at victoria, the way she adjusts her arm so victoria can fully slot herself into her side, the way she presses their temples together. oh this was everything
firm believer in the idea that baran and her ex-husband are best friends. they still love and care for each other deeply, and their love for their son just reinforces that. which is why i also believe that he and trinity are tight. you would think they've known each other their whole lives with how comfortable they are with each other.
baran and ahmad are excellent parents, and he knows she's an excellent doctor. which is why when she has a seizure at home soon after they start back up and trinity's stuck on night shift, she goes to him.
she just shows up at his door one night and unloads, cries her eyes out because she's so scared they'll take her medical license like they took her drivers license. she's so scared she's gonna fail as a mother, as a partner to trinity, and as a doctor that she just crumbles. when she collapses on his couch, absolutely spent from the seizure and crying her eyes out, he immediately calls trinity.
trinity's elbow deep in charts not even four hours into her shift when her cellphone rings. normally, she'd ignore it. she tries not to bring personal life into the workplace, but when she sees ahmad's contact photo flick across her screen, her stomach twists just a little. to make him call so late, either something's wrong with kian or something's wrong with baran. trinity would prefer none of those options.
her stomach drops when she hears "she had a seizure at home. she's terrified, trinity, could barely get a sentence out through her tears." she tells him she's on the way and she nearly sprints to the nurses station to tell dana. she grabs dana by the elbow and pulls her to the side, in a hushed whisper informing her that "baranhadaseizure-". dana's telling her to leave before she even finishes the sentence.
she thinks she breaks every traffic law known to man in effort to get to baran as quickly as possible. she texts ahmad when she parks so he can buzz her up, and he's standing with the door wide open when she comes flying up the stairs.
"where is-"
"the couch."
"kian?"
"upstairs, asleep. he doesn't know."
"yeah, we should keep it that way."
he stops her before she walks to the couch where baran was currently sleeping. he sighs, his own emotions threatening to boil over.
"trinity, it was bad. i thought it was bad when we were married, but i've never seen her break down like this. she was just so..." he shakes his head, like he's trying to shake the memory away. "so scared. she's so scared of what's gonna happen."
trinity nods, trying to collect herself, before sitting beside baran's hip. she just watches her for a second, watches the rise and fall of her chest, notices the way that even asleep she's still rigid. trinity leans down, presses a reverent kiss to her hairline and brushes a strand of curls away from her eyes. baran stirs awake, trinity notices the slight delay still lingering, how baran's eyes find hers but don't seem to register it at first.
when they do, any resolve baran was holding onto breaks. fresh sobs surface as she covers her face in her hands in shame. trinity tugs her into her chest, cradling the back of her head as baran just sobs into her shirt. ahmad didn't know how she could possibly have more tears to cry as he watches his ex-wife clutch onto trinity, shake in her arms, and just break down.
trinity feels useless. she has no idea what to do, no idea how they're supposed to navigate this giant thing. this thing has already taken so much from baran and she can't sit and watch it take her career and her spark. she won't. but she's so lost with no plan on what to do next, so she just holds her girlfriend tighter, pressing kisses into her hair, and listens to her break down.
baran pulls back to face her, eyes red and mouth moving faster than she can control.
"i was better, i swear. i was doing so much better. please, trin, you have to believe me." she pleads, chest heaving as she tries to breathe. trinity's thumbs wipe away the tears as they fall, her own tears forming as she hears baran's confession.
"i haven't had them in so long, trinity. you have to believe me, please."
trinity nods her head solemnly, tears now falling down her face as well. "i know, i believe you. i know you haven't had them."
baran seems to calm slightly at that, breathing slightly evening out. trinity wipes the tears away again. she hates the fact that baran is sitting here trying to prove that she is competent, prove that she's ok, instead of admitting she's scared.
trinity bites her lip. "baby, they're back." she whispers.
she expects resistance, to be called a liar even. instead, a sob wrecks its way through baran's throat as she nods in agreement.
"i'm so scared, trin."
trinity's own facade breaks, no longer hiding her own sobs. she presses a lingering kiss to baran's forehead, murmuring "i know, baby. i know" into her hair.
trinity has no idea how long they sit there. long enough for baran's sobs to subside, ahmad make up the spare bedroom, and somehow convince the mohan-walsh's to come pick up a still sleeping kian.
trinity leads baran to the spare bedroom, sitting her in the edge of the bed. ahmad has set her bookbag (which she quickly discarded by the front door upon arrival) in the room. she grabs baran's spare set of clothes first, because she always carries a set for both of them, and they get ready for bed.
ahmad knocks just as they start to settle. he enters the room quietly and sees the two women sitting against the headboard, baran's back tucked into trinity's front. he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls baran into a hug, kisses the side of her head. they'll figure this out tomorrow, together. as a family.
but the concept of a greys anatomy style hook up for barantos before her first day, BUT it’s not Trinity that is the most shocked at seeing Baran at PTMC that day, but Yolonda.
Yolanda, who all of a sudden needs to talk to Trinity after work, but they get cornered by Baran who looks at Yolanda who is shaking her head before turning to Trinity and saying, “so, Dr. Santos, I didn’t realize you were the one who’d been sleeping with my wife.”
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