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nonnienonnon00 · 5 months

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Maya and Carina Season 7 potential story line.

For some reason we've never had a scene where Maya has to save Carina. And I just feel that's not ok. We need our wives in a scene like that. Also Stefania needs more screen time. Anyway here's a scene I would love to see tied in with the baby storyline. Anyone know how we can get these potential storylines to the writers lol.

Opening scene

We're at Maya and Carina's apartment. There's shuffling going on in the kitchen. Carina moves around Maya as she tries to ready her wife's coffee for the day. Maya smiles at her wife. Maya has never felt so taken care of before Carina came into her life. She loves every second of it. This nurturing aspect of Carina's personality that will surely fall upon on their kids.

"You know you don't have to make my coffee every morning. I mean, thank you, but you don't have to do it."

Carina pours in the half and half for Maya, turns and cheekily says,

"Bambina, I cannot have you drinking that sad excuse of coffee that you make."

Maya snickers at Carina and grabs her around the waist,

"Ouch! You'd think after all these years you'd be nicer to me."

Carina rests her forearms over Mayas shoulders,

"Well where's the fun in that."

Maya laughs. Her hands slide from her wife's waist to her belly. It had been a few weeks since they did the implantation. Using Andrew's sperm was a worry for Maya but they managed to talk it out thoroughly and came to an understanding. The treatments for Mayas egg retrieval were harsh on her own body but even now knowing that baby DeLuca-Bishop could be potentially developing in Carina, gave Maya all kinds of warm feelings in her body.

"How are you feeling? We're almost at the point of taking a test."

Carina nodded, her eyes glazed over. From all the tests they'd done in the past, this one felt bigger in so many ways.

"I'm nervous. It's a good kind of nervous though if that makes any sense. I'm..."

Her mind felt too full so she just took a deep breath and looked at Maya.

Maya nodded. She knew the pressure must've felt too much but she was going to support her wife no matter what.

"Whatever happens we have each other. We'll have our family one way or another. Trust me."

Maya leaned in, pulling Carina to her body to kiss her with all her might. Her hands moved from Carina's back down further until they grabbed a handful of her wife's ass.

"Hmmm, getting handsy there Bishop."

Maya couldn't help herself,

"OH I'm sorry my hands must've slipped. No idea how they landed there."

Carina laughed and kissed Maya harder, her tongue grazing her lips wanting more. Sadly her phone rang and the moment was cut short. She reached behind Maya to answer, though Maya's hands didn't leave her ass.

"This is Dr DeLuca. Oh hi Stella, yes of course. We're definitely still on for today. I should be there within the hour. Caio."

Carina cut the call and looked at her wife with a sigh,

"I have to go. I'm doing an at home visit for a patient. She's due in a couple weeks."

Maya nodded and then reluctantly let go off her wife's beautiful behind. She rested her hands on her belly one more time,

"OK, maybe when I get back from my shift we can go out get a nice dinner maybe a movie?"

Carina looked down at her wife's hands,

"YES! I'd like that very much. We can make out in the back row of the cinema"

They both laughed then got their bags together to head out for their work day.

They parted with another kiss at the door, walking down to their cars and drove off in different directions.

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Cut scene to Station 19 crew answering a call of a major fire at an apartment building.

Andy gathered the crew and sectioned them off.

Maya and Jack both tasked with civilian extraction. They entered the building clearing it out floor by floor.

Jack broke down the door to an apartment that didn't look to be evacuated as yet. Upon entering he saw a pregnant woman on the floor of her lounge passed out. The fire was spreading around her into the other rooms.

"Cap we have a pregnant woman passed out here. We need the aid car bringing her down now."

Jack picked her up whilst Maya tried her best to clear the rest of the floor.

They both got out in time with the pregnant woman. She got placed in the triage section with Montgomery and Warren tending to her, she came too, a moment later coughing.

Warren tried to place an O2 mask on her but she pushed it away,

"Did you get her as well? Please tell me you got her..."

Warren looked concerned,

"Mam we need you to calm down and put this mask on. We have to check on you and your baby."

Maya stood over the pregnant woman trying to help. She was concerned that maybe there could've been someone else in that apartment.

The pregnant woman cried out again,

"You have to go check on her. Please! She went into my bedroom to get blankets but the fire was moving so fast. Something fell on her. I think? I'm not sure. You have to go back for her."

Warren tried to placate the woman he could tell that the stress would not be good for the baby,

"Mam was there someone else in your apartment with you?"

The woman held onto Warren's hand,

"Yes, Dr DeLuca. She came over to give me an at home exam. Oh my God. Please you have to go back for her."

In that moment Maya's heart froze. Her whole body froze. The entire team looked at her. She registered the fear in their eyes.

Maya stuttered out,

"Stella?"

"Yes that's my name. Please you have to go help Dr DeLuca."

Maya's body moved without any thought.

No.

This can't be happening.

Not Carina.

Not her wife.

Not her possibly pregnant wife.

She ran towards the building. No thought on her mind but Carina. The windows on one of the floors blew out. Glass landing everywhere.

Jack grabbed her and tried to hold her back.

"Maya the building is collapsing."

She pushed against him, he pulled her back. With all her might she pushed harder until he fell off balance and landed on the ground.

"That's my wife! If you think I'm not going in you're out of your fucking mind."

She ran back into the building grabbing an axe on the floor as she went.

The entrance to the apartment building catching on fire behind her not allowing anyone else to go in after her.

Maya ran up the emergency stairs floor after floor. Nothing but Carina on her mind. Her beautiful kind loving Carina. Her wife. Her whole heart. She gave Carina her heart a long time ago. She ripped it out of her chest and handed it over without a second thought. The pain was unbearable but Maya knew she needed to concentrate to save her wife.

She entered the apartment. The fire was spreading fast. She looked to the only bedroom in the apartment it's doorway closed off by debris and fire. She grabbed the small fire extinguisher in the kitchen and aimed it at the doorway. Hacking through the debris with the axe she entered the room.

Carina lay on the floor passed out. Fire around her. Maya's heart broke in that moment. She looked so small so fragile.

"Carina. Carina."

She knelt down and turned her wife over. A deep gash across her forehead seeped blood onto her beautiful face.

Maya couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her heart broke. She immediately checked Carina's airways. She was breathing thank God. Maya spoke into her comm on her shoulder.

"Andy I have her. I need an aid car stat!"

Maya removed her jacket and placed it over Carina's body. She would do anything to keep her safe even sacrificing her own body in the flames. She placed her mask over Carina's face, then reached under Carina's legs and back, picking her up bridal style. The memory passed through Maya's mind of that moment when they got back together after months apart. She carried her wife over the threshold in all the chivalry she had in her.

"I've got you. I'm gona get you out of here. You're safe with me."

Maya held her wide tight and began making her way out of the building. All the years of exercise and training came in hand for Maya. It wasn't easy carrying Carina but she pushed through. Burning her forearms as she made her way down the stairs and back out of the lobby of the building.

Maya ran with Carina in her arms towards Warren. She knew only he could check Carina out and make sure she's OK.

"Bishop I got her, I got her. Let me take a look."

Maya didn't want to leave her wife's side. Carina was placed on a gurney and then taken into the aid car. She didn't even think twice before jumping in with Carina and Warren. She didn't care that she was about to leave a scene and would probably get a mouthful from Andy. That was the least of her worries.

Warren hooked Carina's almost lifeless body up to the monitors and passed an IV into her arm. Maya looked on in fear. She reached for Carina's hand and kissed it, tears streaming down her face.

"You're gona be ok. You hear me. I'm gona be make sure. I'll protect you, I promise. Just hold on we're almost there."

Maya looked up,

"Ben why isn't she waking up. She's breathing normally right?"

"She hit her head pretty bad. We need to get her to Grey Sloan. They'll take a look. Maya she's going to wake up and be ok."

Maya nodded but the tears continued down her face,

"She might be pregnant. I don't know. We were planning on taking a test soon. She can't leave me, Ben. I won't survive without her."

Ben looked at Maya with sad eyes and reached over to hold Maya's shoulder.

They pulled up at Grey Sloan. Bailey was standing at the ER entrance. Ben ran it down for her as they looked over Carina's body. Maya attempted to walk in with Bailey,

"You can't come with us Bishop. You have to trust us to take care of her."

Maya wanted to protest but she knew she couldn't.

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Cut to Maya pacing the waiting room. Hoping and praying that she receives word about her wife.

Bailey walked in with a smile on her face. Maya instantly let out a breath.

"She's ok. She's awake and responsive. She getting a CT scan that bang on her head wasn't good at all. But from our exam we can see that She's going to be just fine. You'll be able to take your wife home by tomorrow Bishop. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have my number OB here."

Maya breathed out deeply,

"Thank you, Bailey. Thank you so much. Can I see her?"

Bailey nodded and walked with Maya to Carina's room.

Maya entered the room and immediately went to Carina's side.

"Hey, you're awake. Gosh, babe, you really scared me."

Carina leaned into Maya's hand that caressed her cheek.

"You got me out. You saved me. Bambina."

There was a cry in Carina's voice. Maya's throat felt tight,

"Of course I did. I told you, you're safe with me. I'll always protect you. You hear me. Always. I don't know what I would've done if..."

A slight cry left Maya's throat.

An intern walked in with charts and handed it to Bailey,

"OK so your results look good. CT came back. You have a concussion so you're going to stay the night for observation and there will no excuses thats an order. You also have slight smoke inhalation so you're keeping that O2 on you hear me. But other than that it's safe to say that you 3 can be out of here by tomorrow midday."

Maya smiled at Carina and kissed her fingers again, she registered what Bailey said but something didn't make sense,

"Wait. You 3?"

Carina turned to look at Bailey also confused.

"Yes, Bishop. You both and baby DeLuca-Bishop should be good to go tomorrow."

Bailey said it almost like it was something obvious. Maya turned to Carina and they both smiled so big at each other.

In that moment, that very second that the knowledge passed over them was the immediate moment their family had officially started.

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goldenempyrean · 6 days

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Stubborn As Ever

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〚 Pairing- Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca 〛

〚 Summary - Maya is sick at work, Carina comes to take her home. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1900 〛

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“Bishop.” A loud voice echoed through the bunks as a very annoyed looking Herrera looked down from the balcony, her on her hips, “Don’t you dare start an epidemic in this station.”

Maya sniffled, titling her head to look up at her, “I’m fine Andy.” She grumbled, sniffling loudly before quickly wiping her nose on her sleeve.

“You’re fooling nobody.”

Herrera's expression softened as she descended the steps, concern etched across her features as she came face to face with the pale blonde, “You look sooo healthy Bishop, so very not sick.” The sarcasm was thick in her voice but her tone all sympathy.

This was bound to happen eventually. It was Winter - prime cold and flu season. In fact they’d already dropped off two patients at Grey Sloan earlier after they’d presented dehydration and flu symptoms.

Of course it was just an occupational hazard. Just another part of the job. And while most of the crew did have pretty good immune systems, eventually everyone gets sick somehow. This was Maya’s turn.

“You have a fever estúpida.” Andy sighed, the back of her palm pressed against her best friend’s forehead, whistling through her teeth at the heat radiating from her, “God you’re as stubborn as ever.” Maya only groaned in reply, waving her hand dismissively but she could protest further, a sudden sneeze had her jolting forwards, catching both of them off guard.

Herrera’s face twisted as she jumped back in surprise, “Oh Maya! Ew!” She shook her head, “I’m literally covered in your-  ugh, just, never mind. You’re going home, right now. You hear me?”

Her voice held the ‘don’t you dare argue with me right now or I will make your life hell’ tone, one Maya didn’t have the strength or will to argue with right now. Instead, the blonde simply nodded, allowing Andy to pull her up as she walked her to the front desks.

“Sit.” A tissue box was stolen from another desk and swiftly placed in front of Maya as she sat down in one of the swivelling chairs, “I’ll call Carina, alright? I doubt your wife will forgive me if I let you keel in the streets over while trying to stumble home.”

Maya sniffled again, reaching for the tissue box and blowing her nose loudly. She winced at the sound, feeling utterly drained as she leaned back in the chair. Andy hovered nearby, worry etched on her face as she dialled Carina's number.

It was picked up after only two rings, “Hello? Hi Carina, it’s Andy.” Herrera began explaining the situation and that Maya definitely needed to be taken home.

“Yeah, she’s here with me right now.” She looked down just in time to see Maya’s head bob down into a crumpled handful of tissues, sneezing twice in rapid succession, “Yup, thats her. Are you sure? Okay, thank you so much. That’s great. We’ll see you soon.”

“She’s coming to pick you up.” The brunette smiled as she set the phone down back on the retriever. Maya simply nodded before muffling a deep cough into her arm, “You really don’t do things by half do you? Come here, let me check your actual temp’ please.”

“I was fine earlier.” The firefighter groaned in response, slumping back in the chair. Andy rolled her eyes and reached down to grab the thermometer from the first aid kit they kept beneath the desk. “Vic’s already out, I need to be here.” Maya continued to mumble.

“The difference is Vic actually told us she wasn’t feeling well when she felt this coming on and you had to sense to send her home. So, when did you feel this coming on, hm? Because I’m betting it’s been a few hours. Now, come on, turn this way for me.” 

She did so - reluctantly.  As she turned to the side, Andy slotted the thermometer into her ear and pressed down the button. It beeped once and they waited a few moments for the second beep.

As the device beeped again, Andy glanced at the reading, her brows furrowing slightly. "Well, congratulations, Captain. You've officially joined the ranks of the feverish.” She let her hand move to gently rub her shoulder, “She’ll be here soon.”

As Maya sat there, feeling increasingly miserable, she couldn't help but sneeze again, the force of it causing her to double over slightly. Andy frowned sympathetically, handing her another tissue before reassuringly patting her on the back.

Just then, the sound of the door opening signalled Carina's arrival. She entered the room with concern etched on her face, quickly assessing Maya's condition.

“Oh Mai, you look so ill.” Her was soft as she quickly came to the firefighter’s side, “How are you feeling amore mio?”

Andy watched with a soft smile, watching as her best friend’s-tired eyes slowly grew more awake. She discreetly slipped away to go and gather Maya’s things, giving the two of them a moment of privacy.

Maya managed a weak smile up at Carina, her eyes watery as she struggled through a chesty cough. "Not great," She admitted, voice strained as she spoke, “Sorry for making you come all the way here just to collect me.”

“Shh, none of that.” Carina soothed her gently, reaching out to cup her cheeks, “Oh, bambina you are so hot.” 

She moved her hands to press her hand to her girlfriend’s forehead, sighing softly before pressing a gentle kiss to her fever flushed skin.

“Her temperature’s 101.7.” Herrera chimed in as she came back from collecting Maya’s bags.

“101.7? That’s…uh, around 38 and a half? Si?” Carina mumbled to herself, still trying to get used to converting to the imperial system. It was one of the many American things she still hadn’t quite gotten used to yet.

“Poor girl, let’s get you home then bambina, hm?” The Italian purred, offering out her hand to help her girlfriend up from the chair she’d been slumped in, “There’s a nice bed waiting for you when we’re back.”

“Mmh’bed does sound good right now.” Maya sniffled loudly as she gave into the temptation of climbing into bed and getting cuddles from her beyond amazing girlfriend. 

“You know protocol Bishop, you’re not back in here until at least 24 hours after that fever breaks.” Andy smiled as she held the door open for the two of them. Nodding in mutual understanding as Carina thanked her quietly.

Luckily Carina hadn’t parked far away, only round the corner. The two of them walked together, Maya taking slow unsteady steps as she swayed before the doctor noticed and put her around her waist. As she did so, she didn’t miss the way Maya shivered as the cold, winter air nipped against her bare skin. “Come here sweetheart, that’s better.” She murmured, taking off her thick cardigan to pull it around her girlfriend’s shoulders instead.

“It’s- I don’t need this Carina- It’s cold, you need to be warm too.” Maya began to protest but her pleads fell on dead ears. There wasn’t much point to them now anyway, they’d reached Carina’s car already.

As she helped get Maya settled in the passenger seat, Maya couldn't suppress the itching in her sinuses and suddenly ducked down into her elbow with a series of harsh sneezes, each one followed by an apologetic sniffle. "Sorry, Car’. I promise I'm not doing this on purpose," She looked away, not wanting to make eye contact. Being sick was still something she’d yet to adapt to. Her father’s lessons were still as clear as they’d ever been about that. Eyes forward. Embrace the pain.

The doctor looked over with sad eyes, pouting as the firefighter sniffled miserably into the sleeve of her borrowed clothes, “Salute bambina. I promise you don’t have to apologise for anything. You’re human, it’s only natural and you can’t control it.” Her voice was soft, but the teasing tone was unmissable as she nudged her lightly, “There’s tissues in the compartment, don’t get your germs on my favourite cardi’ please.”

Maya raised an eyebrow fondly as she chuckled, well, to be honest it was more of the beginning of a laugh being immediately proceeded by a round of deep coughing.

Carina murmured something worriedly in Italian as she glanced over at her wife, it was hard not to notice how tired and pale she still looked, despite the warmth of the cardigan wrapped around her shoulders.

“We’ll get you home, okay?” She reached over to squeeze the blonde’s thigh, “Just sit tight bella.”

It didn’t take long to reach home. Mainly because Carina had driven at slightly irresponsible speeds. Despite the short journey, it had been long enough for the firefighter’s eyes start to close on their own, her head bobbing forward as Carina pulled into their driveway.

“Sleepy girl.” Carina murmured, her voice laced with tenderness, trying to rouse her from her drowsiness, “We’re home sweetheart.”

Maya stirred slightly, blinking groggily as she looked around, momentarily disoriented before remembering where they were. "Home?” She mumbled; her voice thick with exhaustion.

Carina smiled softly, unbuckling her seatbelt before leaning over to help Maya with hers. "That's right, let's get you inside where you can rest properly," she said, her tone soothing as she opened the car door.

Maya nodded weakly, allowing Carina to assist her as she stepped out of the car, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. She sniffled weakly against the brunette’s shoulder as she guided her inside. She murmured something intelligible before legs buckled under her that. Luckily, Carina had been ready, and she carefully scooped Maya into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her bridal style towards their room.

Reaching their bedroom, Carina gently laid Maya down on their bed, tucking her in with extra blankets to keep her warm. Maya curled up instinctively, seeking comfort in the softness of their shared sheets.

"I'll make you some tea, amore," Carina said softly, pressing a tender kiss to Maya's forehead before heading to the kitchen.

Minutes later, Carina returned with a tray holding a steaming mug of herbal tea and a bowl of soup. She placed it on the bedside table and sat beside Maya, gently stroking her hair.

"Here, drink this. It'll help you feel better," Carina said, offering her the mug, rubbing her back soothingly as she drank the hot liquid, “That’s better, si?”

She nodded, letting herself relax into the pillows, “Much.” Maya sniffled, rubbing her hand beneath her nose as it twitched. She just managed to set her cup aside before a sudden bout of sneezing overtook her, each one accompanied by a soft, sleepy sound. Carina chuckled softly, reaching for a tissue to gently dab at Maya's nose.

“Bless you, amore," she murmured, reaching for a tissue to dab at Maya's nose tenderly, "Looks like someone's still feeling a bit under the weather."

Maya sniffled, her eyes fluttering open briefly before she buried herself deeper into the warmth of the blankets. "Sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse with fatigue, "I can't pull myself together.”

Carina's expression softened further as she continued to stroke Maya's hair soothingly, “You don’t need to pull anything, you just lay there and rest. Just rest now, bella, that’s all. I'll be right here if you need anything," Carina murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her warm forehead, before snuggling in beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around Maya’s front, “Thank you for letting me take you home bambina.”

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jmflowers · 16 days

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For hygge (sorry if I misspelled it). Maya and Carina having to go appliance shopping (washer, dryer, dishwasher, etc) broke while Maya was on shift. Her and Carina decide to go after Maya’s shift. Maya is checking out all the appliances and seeing which one has the better deal, better warranty, uses less electricity & or water. Carina is tired and pregnant and trying to keep a toddler entertained and just wants Maya to hurry up. Maya finally decides and tries to make it up to her wife by stopping by her favorite fast food restaurant to grab dinner and something sweet for Carina.

I am so not used to getting really detailed prompts, so I didn't follow this exactly. But I hope you like it just the same!

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August 2025

“This one has a five-year warranty,” Maya calls out, reading the information tag hanging on the side of the washing machine. “But that only covers repairs, not replacement.”

“Mhm,” Carina hums from somewhere behind her.

“That three-year warranty might be a better deal,” Maya continues, looking between the two indecisively. “Except, that other one without the warranty is more efficient than both of these.”

“Bambina,” Carina huffs, finally drawing Maya’s attention away from the row of appliances she’s been perusing for the better part of an hour. She’s holding tight to the handle of the shopping cart, her body tipped just enough to relieve some of the pressure on her spine. Her free hand rubs at the tight muscles in her lower back, the weight of her 36-week belly clearly getting to her.

Maya pales, suddenly cluing back into reality.

“I do not care if it breathes fire,” Carina hisses, laying a hand atop Andrea’s beloved stuffed ostrich before he can launch it out of the shopping cart… again. “Please, please just pick one so we can go home.”

They’ve been in their new house for only a couple of weeks. Already, the laundry has piled up – new bedding and Andrea’s mud-covered clothes from afternoons spent in the new backyard and stacks of baby clothes that need to be folded and put away before their daughter arrives. And, of course, the ancient washing machine that had come with the house had decided it was perfect timing to officially fall apart.

Maya recognizes that realistically, she’s not being overly rational. She doesn’t need to study efficiency and water usage and warranty details to make the correct choice. The selection of machines before her are all acceptable, all financially-sound decisions.

But there’s a baby in Carina’s belly – her baby – and that fact alone seems endlessly capable of making her spiral.

It feels like they’re living the weeks before Andrea’s birth all over again.

“I’m sorry,” Maya swears, stepping towards Carina. She holds out her hands, an unspoken offering of the massage or belly-lifting Carina’s been gratefully accepting lately.

Carina shakes her head, though, her frustration and exhaustion evident. She catches the stuffed ostrich again, sighing heavily as Andrea wails loudly at the betrayal. “We will be in the car,” she says, maneuvering the shopping cart back towards the front of the store.

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“I’m sorry,” Maya repeats as she climbs into the driver’s seat.

Carina has reclined the passenger seat as far as it will go, the pillow she takes everywhere now shoved beneath her lower back. Her eyes are closed, but she winces still as Andrea roars a little too loudly, one of his toy dinosaurs flying across the backseat and crashing roughly against the rear passenger window, mere inches from Carina’s head.

“Andrea,” she scolds without opening her eyes, “Non lanciamo giocattoli.” (We don’t throw toys.)

“’dactyl!” Andrea yells, as though the fact that the toy he’s thrown is a pterodactyl is explanation enough for its flight.

“Inside voice,” Maya reminds him, turning in her seat to catch his eye.

He nods, pressing a finger to his lips as he smiles. “’dactyl,” he whispers. “Mama sleep?” he asks a moment later, brows furrowed as he looks at Carina.

“Yeah,” Maya answers, smirking when Carina’s own brow furrows. “Mama needs something yummy to wake her up. What do you think?”

The suggestion splits Andrea’s face into a wide grin, one of his little fingers tapping against his chin in his learned rendition of thinking. “’Misu?” he suggests.

“Good idea,” Maya praises him, smiling even wider when the corner of Carina’s lips lift. “And maybe some eggplant parmigiano, to make up for how long Mommy took in the store?”

“Long,” Andrea echoes.

Carina’s hand drifts across the console, landing gently on Maya’s thigh.

“Hopefully,” Maya continues, “Mama will forgive Mommy when our brand new washing machine gets delivered tomorrow, and Mommy can get back to work washing everything for baby Pip?”

Andrea’s brow furrows again, that little finger drifting back up to his chin. “Maybe,” he repeats, clearly trying to gather the words for whatever else is on his mind.

Carina peeks an eye open, watching him, too.

“Maybe,” he says again, “Mama get rub, rub, rub.”

Maya laughs, reaching into the backseat to grab hold of Andrea’s shoe. Their little boy squeals, delighted but immediately pulling himself out of the grasp. “I think you’re right,” Maya agrees, enamoured with his intelligence. “I think Mama does need a massage, too.”

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englishstrawbie · 10 months

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“ are you going to kiss me again, or do i have to do it myself? “ for marina, please 🙂

The walk back to the car is slow. Carina doesn’t say much, humming her agreement every now and again as Maya talks about how dumb the ending of the movie was.

“She never should’ve taken him back,” Maya muses. “She should have picked the sister.”

Carina chuckles at that. Her hand is warm in Maya’s, and she can feel Maya’s thumb absentmindedly running over the back of her hand. The sky is dark, illuminated only by the street lamps, and the night air is cool against her skin, causing her to shiver. Still, she doesn’t speed up her steps, preferring the leisurely walk they are enjoying.

It feels good to be in Maya’s company again, after so many months alone. Her Maya, the one who is emerging from the darkness and chaos, who is doing the work to heal and rebuild their foundations, just like she promised.

“Next time, it’s my pick,” Maya says.

Carina scoffs. “With your questionable taste in movies?”

She laughs at the affronted look on Maya’s face, tugging her hand so that she walks a little bit closer to Carina’s side.

“Maybe next time, we should skip the movie and just have dinner,” Carina suggests.

“And miss the make-out session in the back row? No way!”

Carina licks her lips as she thinks about the way Maya’s body had curled into hers and the way they had distracted themselves from the plot until an usher had politely asked them to stop. Carina had felt like a naughty teenager as they giggled through the next five minutes of the movie, until a woman several rows in front of them had hushed them.

She stops suddenly, taking Maya by surprise, who looks at her bewildered.

“So…” Carina says. “Are you going to kiss me again or do I have to do it myself?”

Maya smiles slowly and takes a step forwards, closing the gap between their bodies.

“Whatever you want, you get,” Maya says softly.

Lifting herself up onto the balls of her feet to close the height difference, accentuated by Carina’s choice of heeled boots, Maya slides her hands around her wife’s waist as she kisses her – gently at first, before sweeping her tongue across Carina’s lips and inviting herself in. Her hands grasp at the bottom of Carina’s shirt as she pushes her backwards until her back hits a nearby lamppost.

Carina gasps as Maya’s hips collide with hers and she grabs the lapels of Maya’s jacket, holding her close as their kiss becomes messy. Desire courses through her, every nerve on fire under her wife’s wandering hands.

“Come home with me, bambina,” Carina begs, her chest heaving as she catches her breath while Maya’s lips suck and nip at the sweet spot on her neck.

Maya stops to look up at her. “Home?”

Carina hasn’t been back to their apartment since her breakdown after their second first date. Their dates have been on neutral territory and Maya doesn’t push her, always careful and tender with her feelings. Staring into Maya’s bright blue eyes, watching them sparkle under the lamp light, Carina’s heart flips. She wants her wife; wants – needs – to feel her naked body against hers, to get lost in her touch and smell.

“My hotel,” she says. “Come back to my room with me, Maya.”

The flicker of disappointment in Maya’s face is noticeable, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she nods, her own breath heavy as she grabs Carina’s hand and pulls her in the direction of her car.

“Whatever you want, you get.”

Romantic moment prompts

Thank you for the prompt @bellalinguista, I'm always happy to see your name in my inbox. ❤️

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #station 19 fanfiction #my fanfiction #romantic moment prompts #bellalinguista

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popchoc · 1 year

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Maya & Carina - 🏕️ 🤕🌷 please

Maya & Carina, ⛺️ 🌷 🤕

Maya is strong. Strong enough to carry someone for quite some distance. But she's also realistic. She knows that carrying Carina would slow her down, a lot, and that they'd never make it back before nightfall. They'd might get halfway, but that would be anything but an advantage.

Their last hour of daylight is way too precious.

"You can make it though," Carina suggests, while biting through the pain. She leans forward to re-adjust the improvised brace around her ankle, careful to avoid the broken bone. They lost a lot of time after her fall, needing to take care of her injury first, but Carina is convinced that Maya can still finish the last part of the trek, especially if she'd take a run for it. "You can reach the parking lot before dark and get help. Or maybe your phone picks up a signal before that?"

Maya shakes her head. "No way," she tells her, a serious and determined look on her face. "I'm not leaving you here. Never."

"But Maya—"

"Carina, no! If we split up and something happens to me as well, we don't stand a chance. Besides, we don't need that risk. We can make it through the night, and then take our time first thing in the morning." Maya takes Carina's hand in her own, giving it an encouraging squeeze. "We'll be okay. Alright?"

Carina just nods. She knows Maya feels responsible. Even guilty maybe. She took Carina out here. Persuaded her it would be a great hike, now that winter was finally over, making the Washington woods accessible again. Accessible and beautiful, with spring breaking through in every possible way.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Maya jumps up.

"We need shelter first. I'll try to build us some kind of tent," she says, already scanning her surroundings. "I can make a fire, too. I think we've got some water left, and we can do one night without food."

"Look at you," Carina grins through gritted teeth, as another wave of pain hits her, "Watching that Bull guy all the time finally pays off."

Not understanding, Maya furrows her brow, but then a sudden snort escapes her - despite their unfortunate situation.

"You mean Bear," she chuckles, remembering the moment when Carina finally agreed to watch the show with her, only to take off in disgust within a few minutes, when Bear Grylls was about to drink his own pee. "And like him or not, but he does know survival. I'm sure you'll send him a thank you note as soon as we're out of here!"

By now, Maya has wandered off a little, still searching around for anything useful. Spring might indeed come with some lovely flowers, but it also means a surplus of buds and fresh, young and most of all tiny leaves. Now why couldn't they have been stranded on some tropical beach, surrounded by giant palm trees?

"This isn't gonna work, is it?" Carina asks, her already existing worry fueled by the now thoughtful expression on Maya's face. Maya turns back to her, alarmed by the tone in Carina's voice.

"Of course it is!" She isn't sure who she's trying to reassure the most, but she has to believe that things will work out. That she can do this. "I- I'm not completely sure how yet. But I'll figure it out. I promise," she goes on, quickly speeding back to her wife. "Hey, look at me. I promise, okay? I know I've been… absent. But I'm here now. And I'm getting us through this. I'll get you through this night."

When she takes Carina in her arms, cautious so she doesn't hurt her even more, Carina looks up at her.

"By building us a roof out of daisies?"

"If I have to," Maya quietly nods, before pressing a kiss to her temple. "I mean, how many would it really take? A thousand? Two maybe?!"

Carina narrows her eyes. "And if that doesn't work?"

"Then I'll cover you," Maya shrugs. "I know it's not much, compared to a roof of daisies, or a bed of roses, or a freaking sheet of tulips, but if it's enough for you—"

"It is," Carina cuts her off. "See, this Bear of yours might be the expert here, and he might very well be right about needing shelter first. But he doesn't have what I have."

Now Maya is the one to frown. "Which is?"

"You, silly!" Carina laughs. "I've got you. And you, my love, are - and will always be - more than enough."

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Mix & Match Writing Prompts

#maya bishop #carina deluca #maya x carina #station 19 #fanfiction #writing prompts #i wrote this weeks (months?) ago - except for the last few lines #but then... well you know #so anyway this took a while but here you go anyway #hope you like it!

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loveislovealways · 1 year

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Make Or Break !!!!!

Respect! Respect! Respect!

I have a lot to say, so kindly bear with me.

When you feel what the characters are feeling while they are performing, it means they have great acting skills and they know what to be expected from them in a given situation, I don't know how to say this but big shout to Danielle Savre and Stefania Spampinato they can be really proud of themselves because that was some intense performance.

This whole episode was one big roller coaster ride when it comes to Maya and Carina ( I least care about other characters on the show for now, though I have a lots of not so good things about them when it comes to Maya) This is one the most important situation in their relationship as they have not being like this in past.

The essence of child abuse and having a traumatic childhood weather its from abusive or maniac father is so well captured, that how it effects a childhood and its there with you in some point of their life even if they are grown up, from showing how Maya being so strong headed and stubborn that she is unable to see her own issue and ask for help, the way she got panic since the time she opened her eyes and ask for Carina till the time where she was screaming Carina's name and had a panic attack.

Carina, such a strong character from being soft and giving space to Maya to that extended that she trusted that her wife will come back to her, and than fighting for her relation in the hospital so that her wife can get help to the extended that she is ready to loose her but can't see the love of her life in pain or most probably die.

Its a breaking point for both of them specially for Carina given her past history. I am really intrested to see how the writers how they will write their relation because they both need therapy and this will be the make or break for their relation, its like now or never kind of situation. I am just gonna trust the process till it run its course and hopefully we get our favourite couple back together. I just want happy ending. (My little heart is still not over from Sanvers break up and I love Marina so much that I just want happy ending. There is something special about women loving women having happy ending just like Wayhaught)

P.S - Special thanks to our Ao3 writers they have done a great job and helped us through the hiatus and hoping to read lot more great stories in future. You guys are Awesomeeee. Keep writing.

#maya bishop #carina deluca #maya x carina #danielle savre #stefania spampinato #station 19 #loveislove #women loving women #s6b #greys antony #gay love #lovethem #heartbreaking 💔

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Stand up | A station 19 fanfiction

Summary: For a few weeks now, Carina has been upset about something, but won’t talk about it with Maya. The brunette has reassured Maya that it has nothing to do with her, and that she is incredibly happy. When Maya finally finds out the reason, it breaks her heart.

A/N: As most of you know, there are some very pro-life, and anti-lgbtq+ laws being passed in Italy right now. This is a fic that explores Carina’s feelings regarding that, taking place about 3 months after the firefighters ball.

Warnings: Talk of homophobia, transphobia, and pro-life people, along with abortion and a person’s right to chose. Please don’t read if not comfortable. Otherwise, happy reading :)

Carina has been upset for weeks.

Maya was immediately worried that she did something, but Carina assured her that it is nothing to do with Maya or their relationship. But still refused to talk to Maya about it.

So, Maya merely tried to her best to comfort her wife, despite having no clue why Carina is so upset in the first place.

Maya gently knocks on the door to Andy’s office, and the captain tells her to come in.

“Hey cap. We’re about to have lunch to celebrate Jack officially being back. Want to join?” Maya offers.

Jack has officially come back to work on desk duty, after taking five weeks off to recover from his injury at the ball. Needless to say, everyone is thrilled to have him back.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few.” Andy replies. Maya goes to leave, but is stopped. “Bishop? What’s going on with you?” Andy questions.

Maya sighs, before shutting the door to the office. “Can I talk to you? As your friend, and not as your lieutenant?”

Andy nods without hesitation. “Of course, we talked about this. Just because I’m captain now doesn’t mean I’m no longer your friend. Come sit.”

Maya sits down, sighing heavily. “Carina has been upset for weeks now, but won’t tell me why, just that it has nothing to do with our relationship or me. But she still refuses to say anything other than that, and I feel helpless because I don’t know how to comfort her if I don’t know what’s wrong.” She explains.

Andy nods sympathetically. “I get it. But hey, just be there for her in every way you can. You know her, you know what she will need. No matter the circumstance. Just be her loving, and caring wife.”

Maya smiles. “Thanks, Andy. You always know what to say.” Andy grins. “It’s part of my charm, Bishop. Let’s go eat.”

Maya laughs as they exit the office.

Maya returns home later on, finding Carina on the couch, intently reading her phone. She barely even looks up when Maya opens the door.

“Hey baby. How was work?”

Silence.

“Babe?”

Again, no answer.

“Carina?”

The brunette suddenly snaps out of her daze. “Oh, hi bambina. I didn’t hear you come in.”

Maya chuckles. “I noticed. What are you so engrossed in?”

Carina’s eyes gloss over. Maya immediately comes over to her. “Hey, talk to me. What’s going on, my love?”

Carina merely shows Maya her phone.

Maya sees an article.

Abortion bans.

Same sex marriage will become illegal.

LGBTQ+ parents will have their parental rights taken away.

LGBTQ+ people will no longer have any rights.

64.6 percent of gynecologists refusing to perform abortions.

Refusal to let LGBTQ+ parents be on their child’s birth certificates, no longer recognizing them as their real parents.

Potential banning of the english language.

All happening in Italy.

Carina’s home country. Where she was born, where she grew up, where her brother was born, where her dad and best friend Gabriella currently live.

“Oh baby.” Maya coos. “Is this why you’ve been so upset?” She asks. Carina nods in confirmation.

“When I worked in Italia, I was the only doctor within miles that would perform abortions. So many people would drive and fly miles just to see me in Sicily. There was one other doctor, but she refused to perform abortions on non-binary people and transgender men who still had biological female organs. So many transgender people came to me, begging me to give them an abortion.” Carina explains.

“Maya, we wouldn’t even be recognized as our future babies’ parents. Our marriage would no longer be legal. Our love, our devotion, and our commitment to each other wouldn’t even be recognized!” She continues, her voice becoming louder and more distressed.

“Hey, hey, hey. Take a deep breathe, baby. You’re ok, you’re safe.” Maya murmurs, bringing Carina into her arms as the older women sobs.

“Shh, my love. It’s alright, you’re with me and you’re safe. Let it out.” Maya whispers soothingly, rubbing Carina’s back and occasionally kissing her head gently.

After a few minutes, Carina’s cries dissipate into occasional whimpering. Maya continues her ministrations, combing Carina’s hair with her fingers and tickling her back to calm her down.

“I’m so sorry this is happening, my love.” Maya murmurs. Carina sits up, but still leans on Maya, wiping her tears. “Is there anything we can do, baby? Because as long as it isn’t violent, I’ll be there with you, sweetheart.” Maya promises.

“I’ll have to look into it, bambina. But for now, hold me?” Carina requests, her voice cracking and accent heavy.

Maya smiles sadly. “Always, my love. Always.”

“Alright. Now that I’ve said everything I needed to say, Lieutenant Bishop has requested the floor. Bishop?” Andy requests. Maya nods.

“Thank you, Cap. I appreciate you letting me speak to the team today.” Maya begins.

“As we all know, there have been many harmful laws passed regarding what people are allowed to do with their bodies. I say people because although these laws majorly affect women, we can not forget the transgender men and non-binary people who still have biologically female body parts. They are at risk too.” She explains.

“My wife is an OB, and a bringer of life. In turn, because she performs abortions, her life is always at risk. But, things are happening outside of our country that make her feel angry and heartbroken. In Italy, her home country, where she grew up, where her brother was born, and where her best friend and father currently live. Laws that will ban abortions and the necessary reproductive healthcare. 64.6 percent of gynecologists in Italy refuse to perform abortions.” She continues.

“Not only that, but LGBTQ+ Italian citizens are at a great risk. In Italy, Carina and I’s marriage would not be recognized or legal. If Montgomery became a father, as a gay man, he would not be recognized as his child’s father. Same with myself and Carina. Our rights would be taken away, and we would not be on our child’s birth certificate. Now, with that said, Carina did some research and found some Italian born Seattle citizens planning to march in protest of what is going on in their home country, along with the disgusting and dehumanizing pro-life laws going on in our country right now. It is happening tomorrow when we are all off shift. Carina and I would be incredibly honored if you all joined.” Maya finishes.

“I’ll be there, 100 percent. I know Miranda will too.” Ben replies, smiling supportively.

“Same. You and Carina are our family, I’d be honored to support.” Vic says.

“I second that.” Travis grins.

The rest of the team reply with other forms of agreement, all of them agreeing to be there.

“Thank you guys. As your former captain, I’m incredibly proud. As your friend, I am incredibly honored.” Maya grins, unshed tears in her eyes. “Cap?”

Andy squeezes Maya’s shoulder, silently supporting her friend.

“Of course, I expect that you will all be peaceful, and do no harm to yourselves, others, station 19, or SFD.” Andy says firmly.

“Yes, captain.” The team replies.

Andy nods. “19!”

“19!”

Maya holds her wife’s hand tightly, holding up her sign.

Her team, her family, surrounds her, along with many people, a lot of whom are of Italian descent.

She feels an arm go around her shoulders, and looks to see Vic. Holding a sign with one arm, her other around Maya.

Carina looks at her lovingly. “I love you, bambina.”

“I love you too, baby.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. And remember, you are loved, no matter what.

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #andy herrera #ben warren #vic hughes #travis montgomery #station 19 family #marina #station 19 fanfiction

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ygsunflower · 1 year

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I just saw this and omg I have to laugh. Of course it’s not about Jack, it’s about Carina having to make the tough call after see the person who found Maya. 🤪 Oh look we just happened to let Jack be the HERO to SAVE Maya. And absolutely, this is not about Jack at all but hey we let Jack say the big words of “I can’t lose another person I love” while Carina, the literal WIFE to Maya Bishop who also lost so many of her loved ones, sit in the back and listen. 🤡 Yes, it’s about Carina and her having to make a tough decision, but we don’t even show you a scene where Carina just being alone without JACK contemplating about the decision she had to make. 😊

When and how will the writers of station 19 know that we have nothing against Jack being a character, but everything against him interjecting all the important stories between Maya and Carina. All our disdain and all my disgust are towards the writers keep making a fucking man, who Maya cheated on Carina with, meddling in between them. Like, replace Jack with anyone else in 19, Vic, Andy, Theo, Ben, Travis, or any random person, and we may actually appreciate these scenes more. Do you understand me, the writers of 19?! Can’t you see the difference here?! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Sorry not sorry I’m in my “the writers need to pull their heads out of their asses and make Jack fuck off and leave Marina alone” era. 🙂 kinda been in this era since Jack just went along with the fuck knowing the existence of Carina. (Not saying Maya wasn’t at fault in that matter)

#and yes I hold grudges #restart following the show (only watching the Marina relavent scenes) b/c Dani and Stefania are killing it #we’ll see how long I last this time thanks to the writers’ deep deep love towards Jack and his so called redemption arc #I mean nothing against him having a redemption arc just stay away from marina PLEASE #🙄#marina #maya and carina #maya x carina

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flurry-of-beaus-pop-pop · 1 year

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After seeing so much whining and nitpicking about this episode it’s nice to see someone who is just happy about it. I also think they did a good job, of course I wish they had more scenes and talked more but I wish every episode had 20 minutes of them but I was pretty satisfied with what we got and I hate all that complaining about Maya giving up this chance of being captain, like prioritizing her wife is wrong, because of her ambition.

Fuck her ambition, putting their career ahead of their spouse is not special, plenty of people do it and it’s not what I want for Marina. Even if Maya made her choice entirely because of Carina it would still be the right choice, after everything she put Carina through, that choice should be the only one to make. When they are in a truly good place, when Maya learnt how to deal with all the stress, how not to go to the deep end when things don’t go their way, even when it’s very unfair then she can try for captain and I don’t think anyone doesn’t believe that Carina wouldn’t support her then.

Honestly?

I 100% understand people wanting Maya to be Captain again (though personally, that's not necessarily something I've ever needed or wanted), but anyone that wants Maya to jump right back in to attempting Captain again right now, very clearly does not understand what she's dealing with.

Maya is very clearly doing SO much better, but she's still very much learning. How many times on Grey's/Station 19 have we seen people talk about their recovery and how they shouldn't make any big life decisions or changes when they are working on their recovery and that's exactly where Maya is right now, she's still working on getting back on her feet and is in no way, shape, or form ready to be thrown back into such a high-stress position.

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca

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mayasdeluca · 1 year

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Do you think Carina was transferring her need to help her brother and father onto Maya. She couldn't help Andrew when he had his breakdown, he became reckless and ran off. And her father completely ignored her when he was in a manic state for his research and then he hightailed it back to Italy. But with Maya already in the hospital she wasn't going to let her "get away" to cause herself harm like Andrew and Papa Deluca.

I think it's in her nature to want to help people, despite her saying she's not in the habit of fixing broken people lol. And especially when it comes to the people who matter most to her. I'm sure the fact that she lost her brother and the history with her dad are big factors to it as well and she doesn't want something awful to happen to her wife so she's trying to do what she can to prevent that of course. The fact that she was the one to 5150 her really speaks volumes and should be something Maya and Carina discuss at some point but I don't know if they will. It just proves how dire the situation was.

#asks #anon

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thatprocrastinatingpotato · 2 years

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A/N: This is filth, smut, and fluff. The story behind this one is, that I was feeling a sudden surge of loving emotions (The ones defined in the later part of this fic. Not the ones that the fic started with. I guess you need to read it to know what I mean. Anyways, I'll stop rambling) and I do not have a healthy outlet for them (Because well, there is no way anyone would ever... Sorry, existential crisis)

That's it. I just hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you do and of course, be proud of who you are (Except if you are a serial killer, then just surrender)

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Maya woke up to a delightful sound beside her. She fluttered her eyes to look around and she saw Carina holding tightly onto the headboard while her other hand disappeared into the sheets.

It took her a mere fraction of a second to deduct what was happening. The expressions on her wife's face made her gulp and finally decided to make a move. She gently touched her face and tucked her hair behind her ear.

Carina gasped and looked at the firefighter. But her expressions turned into something different as soon as the recognition hit her.

“Bambina.”

It almost sounded like a plea.

“Don't let me stop you, babe. Keep going.”

Carina may have noticed the unusually dark shade of blue in Maya's eyes and she nodded as she kept moving her hand under the sheets.

The blonde finally leaned down and started softly nibbling on her neck and that was the last straw for Carina. She gasped and arched her back as she came with all the stimulation.

Maya gently held her down by her waist and looked into her eyes.

“That's it, baby, that's it. Let it all out.”

She softly whispered in her convulsing wife's ear and caressed her cheek. In a few minutes, Carina finally calmed down and opened her eyes to see her wife looking down at her.

“That was…”

But, it was answered with a fierce kiss from Maya and she couldn't help but respond just as passionately. She felt her wrist being pulled up from the sheets and she broke the kiss to look at her wife.

“That was beautiful, Dr. DeLuca.”

She finally pulled up Carina's hand and licked her fingers. Carina almost whimpered and looked at Maya with passion in her eyes.

Maya finally popped her finger and looked at her.

“All clean, Dr. DeLuca. Although, I must ask, what elicited such action so early in the morning?”

She looked at Maya and blushed furiously.

“Avevo un sogno.”

The Italian was still blushing and Maya knew it was not like her to be shy about anything related to sex.

“Sogno, does that mean dream?”

“Si.”

“So, you had a dream. Like, a sex dream?”

“Si.”

“Should I be jealous?”

Carina blushed even more furiously at that.

“It was about you.”

The sentence was a mere mumble under the breath. But Maya was listening to her so intently that she heard it and she chuckled and kissed her again.

“Well, dream I must have done something really, really hot to make you this wet.”

Carina was blushing furiously now and Maya was having the time of her life teasing her wife about it. Carina groaned and hid her face in her hands and Maya pulled her closer by her waist.

“Hey, look at me.”

She shook her head and curled up even more.

“Come on, look at me.”

Carina reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at Maya with a pout.

“Aww, I am just teasing you, baby. Do you know how stunning you looked?”

Carina's entire face was red now and Maya looked at her lovingly.

“Remember when you stitched up that little boy yesterday? He was so scared. But as soon as you went there he calmed down and let you do your thing.”

She did remember that. She nodded and slid closer to Maya.

“I told Andy that there is no way I could love you more than I do at that moment. But then, you proved me wrong and my love for you grew tenfold when you screamed at that misogynistic dude from the movie we were watching last night and then I fell, even more, when you woke me up with such a delicious moan today.”

Her wife's vision was blurry with a wall of tears now. She kissed her wife again and Maya pulled away quickly, wanting to complete her ramble.

“There is a meaning to this all. I just want you to know that you have nothing to be embarrassed about with me. You are the love of my life and all the little things you do, right from that cute little nose scrunch to imitating me in front of my crew, yeah, I know you do it, just makes me love you more.”

That was way too sweet. If Maya's crew heard her say all this, they would tease her, but this was just between her and her wife. This was something they shared that was beyond anyone else's understanding.

“I love you, Bambina.”

“I love you too.”

Carina scooted closer to her wife and cuddled up closer to her, placing her head on her wife's chest. She looked up and Maya was still smiling. The firefighter placed a soft kiss on her wife's forehead and started playing with her soft curls.

In a few minutes, Maya broke the silence again.

“So, what was the dream?”

“Maya!”

Carina whined and hid her face.

“Come on. Just tell me. Please.”

Carina finally looked up again and Maya was looking at her expectantly.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?”

But she kept looking till the firefighter finally gave in and closed her eyes.

“You were dominating me in my dream.”

A smirk appeared on Maya's face. Their sexual life had always been a perfect balance. She contained herself and looked at her wife.

“Okay.”

Maya was going to put this newly gained knowledge to good use when the time was right. But right now, Carina was already yawning as she moved closer and almost got entirely on top of her and she realized that there was no way she could ever not love this woman.

#maya and carina #carina x maya #Marina #i love them #i don't know why i am posting this #It sucks #but well #You gotta let out the emotions #station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca

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eyesofthesunflower · 1 year

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Five Times Sofia Delivered Flowers, and One Time She Planted Trees

Katya Goncharov x Sofia Mafia Wife/Flower Delivery AU. One-shot. 1.5k

TW: character murder (offscreen)

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Sofia delivered flowers.

She delivered potted plants, less frequently.

She also did landscaping work, even less frequently.

Wherever her boss sent her, she did what needed to be done. Whenever.

Her dashboard clock was an hour ahead but precise to the minute. Sofia liked it that way. It gave her the slight anxiety she needed to deliver precisely on time.

Her last delivery for today was addressed to Katya Goncharov. The bouquet was strange in its extravagance. It immediately told her that a husband had made a mistake. But husbands on this side of town rarely could afford a bouquet this big.

The apartment was near a train station, and on the fifth floor of the building. A doorman stared her down as she entered, and his hand didn’t move from beneath the counter when he nodded her towards the stairway. No elevator.

The door to 506 was different from the others. This one had no chips in the wood of the jamb and had a wolf-shaped knocker below the peephole. The knocker handle was only one-sided, making the wolf look like it was holding a rib bone.

She saw the shadow beneath the door. One click. Three more in quick succession, and the door opened.

The most elegant woman Sofia had ever seen opened the door. Her pale blonde hair and ice blue eyes were set firmly in her sharp face. The deep V of her short dress exposed that she was all sharp angles, from her collarbones to her waist, to her knees. In the soft glow of the end of the day, she was elegant yes, but wrong for the moment. There was no warmth here. This woman was the cold and bright mystery of moonlight.

“How may I help you, Carina?” she said, her Russian accent making every consonant crisp, and making Sofia question her distaste of faux-affectionate diminutives.

But she was always professional. “I have a delivery for you, Signora.”

Katya appeared to only then notice the flowers, despite their spread being broader than Sofia’s shoulders. “Ah, from my husband, of course. Come, bring them in.”

Sofia stepped inside to find an apartment that did not match the woman inside it at all. Everything was draped in deep golds and reds and had a gaudy sort of extravagance that matched the blooms in her arms.

She felt sorry for Katya, but as she observed the woman searching her cabinets for a vase, she was certain Katya wasn’t sorry for herself. Nonetheless, she felt compelled to say, “I am sorry, Signora.” “For what?” She set a clear vase on the kitchen table, careful to straighten the red tablecloth where it wrinkled. Then she returned to the cabinet. “About your husband.” “I am certain you deliver at least four bouquets for husbands each day.” She withdrew a bottle and poured herself something in a small glass. Something clear as water, but pungent– alcohol. Vodka. But unlike most people, she sipped it slowly. “Do you apologize to every wife?”

“No, Signora,” admitted Sofia.

“Katya, please.” She gestured with the bottle. “Do you want a sip? Or do you have to drive?” “You’re responsible, for a Russian.” “It’s the years in America. I’ve gone soft.” “I can’t see anything soft about you.” She eyed her for a moment, and Sofia was worried her comment may be misinterpreted. As wrong as everything about Katya seemed for the present moment, it was more that the moment didn’t suit her.

Katya set down her glass and walked over to a small side table, digging through a small purse. After a moment she pressed 100 euros into Sofia’s hands.

“Thank you for your time. And your pity. And your compliment. I needed only two of the three.” Sofia knew to take the money and leave before a customer could change their mind, but for a moment she stood and stared at Katya. Her eyes felt like windows into a dense mist that anything could reach out of and take her.

She left, closing the door behind her.

–

Her next delivery to Katya was a series of bouquets. All addressed from Mr. Goncharov.

“He doesn’t know what I like anymore,” she explained, holding a cup of espresso this time.

“What do you like?” Sofia asked.

“Consistency.” Her head tilted sideways slightly, a miniscule break from her otherwise perfect tall posture. “You came at the same time you did two weeks ago. 4:33.”

“I keep as set a route as I can manage, Signora Katya.” “Sounds dull.” “It isn’t.” She stopped, uncertain why she was defending what was at its best times a menial day job, and at its worst a nightmare that her family never properly prepared her for.

Katya understood. “It’s consistent,” she said. “You come to appreciate its simplicity. I wish I could know simplicity again.” She downed the espresso, clearly uncaring about the gaucheness of the gesture.

This time she didn’t ask if Sofia wanted a drink. She pushed another demitasse into her hands.

“What would you like,” Sofia asked hesitantly, “If things were simple?” “An apple,” she answered. There were two in a bowl of fruit behind her. “He used to swipe one from a shop box on his way home from work. His hands were rougher back then but were soft to hold.”

On a whim, Sofia reached across the table and brushed her fingertips. The cold woman’s hand was red hot as she interlaced their fingers.

–

The third time Sofia delivered flowers, Katya was crying.

It suited her even less than sunlight.

This time the drink they shared was the salt of tears as they kissed.

They didn’t speak. They only drank.

And shared the apple Sofia had brought, taking turns slicing it and feeding each other from the knife.

–

The fourth time Sofia delivered flowers, she almost cried.

Today was the first day of winter, and the sky was already dark. She got to see Katya for what she truly was. The essence of moonlight brought to earth to illuminate all that was awful and to make it all beautiful.

Despite everything around her that was awful, she was still so beautiful.

And deserved a world that fit her. A world like the night sky. The cycles of the moon had been consistent since the world began.

“Have you considered leaving him?” she asked.

“No,” Katya said. “That is not how it’s done.” Sofia left her drink with just more than a sip left.

–

Sofia was delivering flowers for Katya today. Not to her.

To someone called Andrey.

But also to her. She had seven more bouquets. None of them addressed from Goncharov.

Perhaps she had imagined it all. Che carina, she could hear being crooned to her in a Russian accent.

But it all changed when she arrived at Katya’s door and she answered wearing black. “I know you must be confused.” She took the bouquets from Sofia, exchanging it for a glass of vodka.

Unlike Katya, she had no taste for it, and drank it quickly, making the Russian chuckle as she walked into the kitchen.

She didn’t bother to get a vase, heaping all of the flowers on the counter. There was a large wet stain across her abdomen where the stems had been. Now the same water soaked the red tablecloth.

“There are two people you send flowers to when a husband goes missing.” She pressed her hands on the table and hung her head. “The wife, me.” Her fingers curled into the tablecloth. “And the mistress.” Her fingers unclenched and she smoothed the tablecloth. “No one else knew to send Andrey flowers.”

“I am sorry, Signora.” “For what?” “About your husband.”

“I am certain you’ve buried at least four husbands,” she chuckled to herself and then choked the sound back. She looked back up to Sofia. “Are you willing to bury one more?”

Sofia only nodded.

“I have a brother in the countryside. Valery. He needs help with some landscaping.” –

Valery was not there when Sofia’s van arrived.

But Katya was.

A shovel did not suit her, and yet the task of digging a grave did. Her dress was dirt-stained by the end of it all but it had the same effect on Sofia as clouds in front of the moon– it created a soft halo.

They planted two apple saplings. Far enough space between them to grow, but close enough to use the same fertile earth beneath them.

But right now there was nothing between them. And when Katya pulled her into a kiss, and down into the fresh earth, more clouds covered the moon.

#no beta we die like ice pick joe #goncharov #goncharov (1973)#martin scorsese #katya goncharov #sofia (goncharov)#katya x sofia #fanfiction #one-shot #1.5k #unreality #briefly breaking character to qualify this is not my writing style

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priea01 · 1 year

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Queueing this way ahead of time so it'll be just as much a surprise for me as the rest of you when it finally posts. Hopefully I forget about it enough that I don't end up letting the nerves get the better of me and delete it before it posts. I wrote this months ago. It's just one scene. I can't write the fic that goes around it and I honestly don't want to. This may be triggering to anyone who has experienced sexual assault, but no violence takes place during it, nor is it directly referenced. Read with appropriate caution.

As things start to heat up, Maya shifts herself so she’s off to the side of Carina’s body, pressing her hips down into the bed in search of any friction. Carina, of course, notices immediately. Maya blushes as Carina pulls back, turning away so Carina won’t see the tears forming against her will.

Carina ducks her head and takes one gentle hand to turn Maya’s to meet her eyes again. “You could,” Carina whispers. She doesn’t elaborate on what she means. She doesn’t have to. “If you want to, that is. It might be good, actually. You’ll be in total control and can stop it anytime you want. I’ll just lie there and enjoy the show.” She smirks at that last bit, hoping her suggestion won’t sour the mood. It would certainly represent a huge step forward for Maya, for them as a couple. But she wants to make sure her wife knows that whatever she decides to do will be welcomed.

Maya’s welling tears start streaming down her face. She clenches her jaw. She’s desperate for something, anything, to feel easy again.

Carina takes the tears as a rejection. “It’s okay. This was good. But if you’re done, we can stop now.” She tries to nudge Maya off so she can go freshen up in the bathroom, but a hand in the center of her chest stops her.

“No!” Maya takes a deep breath. “It’s been months. I can do this. There is nothing and no one in this room that will hurt me. I’m in control.” As she says all this, she lifts her right leg and nestles it between Carina’s, straddling her thigh. After a second breath, she pushes her body down, slowly but firmly.

Carina takes Maya’s hands in hers and starts talking, aiming to keep Maya firmly in the moment, in their bedroom. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” She aches to move her hands down to Maya’s hips, to encourage her movement, but the point of this was to give Maya total control. “I have never loved anyone the way I love you.” Maya slowly starts rocking back and forth, letting out a gasp at the familiar feeling.

Carina continues to talk as Maya works herself up. When she starts to feel herself building toward orgasm, Maya lets one of Carina’s hands drop so she can grab the headboard, giving her the extra stability she needs to speed up just that little bit more. Carina has to fist the sheets in her hand to stop herself from touching Maya the way she wants to. As Maya’s speed increases, Carina switches to Italian, knowing that it always has an effect on Maya and wanting to help in any way she can. That added stimulation does the trick and within seconds, Maya cries out as she rubs every last bit of pleasure she can get from Carina’s thigh.

#Station 19 #Maya Bishop #Carina DeLuca

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jmflowers · 2 years

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expanded prompts: Hygge on AO3

“prompt” #9: It’s never easy, you and me but we deserve this (Perfect People by Becky Hill)

ie. @lacallemojada always wants some hurt/comfort and I usually only write comfort/comfort

September 2022

The last fire is still sticking in her throat when she arrives home, burning where the taste of smoke hovers at her esophagus. Her voice is raspy when she calls out as she opens the front door and the persistent tickle gets a little stronger with the force of speaking.

It’s one of those times that she knows the smell will linger long after she’s attempted to wash the remnants of the day from her skin. There’ll be a waft of it when she leans over to pick something up off the floor or when a breeze slides in the open window or it’ll appear on her fingers after she ties up her hair before bed.

Because destruction, sometimes, is impossible to let go of. Devastation has a way of grabbing hold.

Carina appears in the bedroom doorway before she can get too far down the hall, brown eyes wide and wild. She sets her hands off on a predestined course as floods of Italian fall from her tongue and Maya can only watch, exhausted, as the apparent fury of her wife inches closer.

Only, she can’t make sense of the words and instead finds herself hoping it’s something inconsequential, something that can be brushed aside for another day, another argument. A towel forgotten or a top washed incorrectly or a kitchen tool gone missing. There isn’t enough energy left inside her bones for anything more.

Not when the fire lingers.

Not when the loss is still settling.

There’s a flash of blue eyes behind her own eyelids when she blinks, a tiny hand reaching through thick clouds of smoke. A sob, a scream, a wail.

“Bambina?” Carina murmurs. She’s closer when Maya opens her eyes again, fingers turned gentle where they hang above the bare skin of Maya’s arms – not touching, not soothing, not breaking the barrier just yet. “Are you okay?”

There are tiny pink fingernails where Carina’s hands should be, though; glitter and sparkles replacing long, slender fingers. Maya tries to remember the hand that she holds in crowded rooms, tries to focus on the touch that grounds her to the present, to their life together, to their happiness.

But the darkness is so hard to push away.

Carina closes the gap in one quick stride, pulling Maya into her arms. The dam breaks when they wind around Maya’s back; thick, suffocating sobs wracking through Maya’s chest. They crash with such force that it’s only Carina’s hold on her that keeps her upright. Only Carina’s hold that keeps her together at all.

There’s a little girl sitting up in a Seattle hospital tonight, being cared for by nurses who might forget to smile. By doctors who might not realize that she needs their compassion as much as their expertise. By social workers who might never learn all she’s overcome.

There’s a little girl sitting up in a Seattle hospital tonight whose family couldn’t be saved.

And Maya remembers, horribly, the reach of her tiny hand. The pooling tears in terrified blue eyes. The taste of smoke in her own throat when she’d ripped off her mask and placed it over a face too small to carry the weight of it, ignoring the hollers of her team around her.

They hadn’t been able to save the rest. Hadn’t gotten there soon enough to save anyone else at all.

“Va bene,” Carina soothes, stroking softly at the back of Maya’s head, “Sono qui.” She rocks them slowly, gently, calmly, murmuring quietly. Like a mother.

It’s because of Carina that this darkness hurts the way it does, because of Carina that Maya lets it wash over her instead of tucking the devastation away. Carina with her love and her light and her womb.

The pregnancy test left on the bathroom counter a month ago has changed everything. Made the tough calls a little tougher, the dark times a little darker. There’s a child sitting alone in a hospital bed and a fetus growing safely in Carina’s uterus and, for the moment, it’s hard to separate the two. So, Maya lets herself feel it, remember it.

Ache for it.

“I love you so much,” she whispers when the tears begin to slow, her voice hoarse and her throat raw.

“I know,” Carina answers, pressing featherlight kisses to her temple, “I love you, too.”

There are daydreams, now, and whispered imaginations of what life might look like in a few months, a year, ten years down the road. Stories told beneath the covers as they fall asleep, this secret lingering safely in the spaces between them.

No one knows yet, what they’ve made together. What love and dedication and far too much money has created. It’s why she’d come straight home – skipped the shower and the camaraderie and the comfort of anyone else. Why she’d run from the terrible and right to Carina’s embrace.

It’s more than love, more than family. More than need or want or desire. Something bigger and more all-consuming than she has words for. What she feels for Carina and about Carina and the life they’ve created – it’s bigger than anything she’s ever experienced before.

“Don’t let go,” she begs, holding tighter.

“Never,” Carina promises, “Sono qui.”

I am here.

#prompt party #tumblr prompt party #minefic #maya x carina fic #carina x maya fic #station 19 fanfiction #station 19 fic #fanfiction by me #had my final day of placement today and got all up in my angst apparently hahaha #originally used a different lyric and this was gonna be something else entirely??? but the muse had other plans #hope you enjoy #this will never end up on AO3 because that's not what hygge is for but! it can be considered hygge universe

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englishstrawbie · 10 months

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Prompted by @devonofnine - “you’re worthy of my love” - thank you!

>>>>>

Maya paces up and down outside Carina’s hotel room, absentmindedly wringing her hands together. She bites down into her bottom lip and lets out a long, nervous exhale.

She should be excited. Just twelve hours ago, Carina had told her that she wanted to fix their marriage and agreed to go on a date with her. Maya should be making plans to sweep her wife off her feet, instead of lingering in a hotel corridor like an idiot. But, as happy as she is at the big step forward they took last night, her mind is stuck one thing.

She made a vow to Carina yesterday to rebuild their foundations, to make their relationship stronger than it ever has been. How can they do that, when there is one thing – one big thing – that Maya needs her to know? A thing that might rock their foundations beyond repair.

Maya has been thinking about it all night, barely sleeping as she had stared up at the ceiling above her bunk. Old Maya – the Maya before her accident – would have buried it and kept it a secret, telling herself that it is better than Carina doesn’t know. But she isn’t that Maya anymore and she owes it to Carina, and their marriage, to be honest with her from the beginning – otherwise she has no hope of winning her back.

She takes a deep breath and knocks three times, willing her heart to stop beating so fast as she waits for the door to open.

Carina is surprised to see her.

“Maya! What are you doing here?”

“I… can I come in?”

Carina shoots her a curious glance and steps back, opening the door wider to invite Maya into her room. Despite the distance that has grown between them, she can sense that there is something weighing on Maya’s mind.

“Is everything okay, bambina?”

Maya smiles at the nickname, a familiar term of endearment that she wasn’t sure she would hear again. She looks around at the hotel room. She wishes every day that Carina was at home with her, safe and happy in their apartment.

“Maya?”

“I, uh, I need to tell you something,” Maya says. She looks bravely into Carina’s eyes. “Something that I don’t think you’re going to like hearing.”

She sees fear and confusion on Carina’s face, sees her body tense, and guilt courses through her again.

“When I was… before I…” She sighs. “After Beckett told you and everyone else about the blackmail, I was pissed and I wanted to hurt him. So I bought him a bottle of whisky and took it to him. I left it in his office, knowing that it would tempt him. I wanted him to be tempted.”

Carina doesn’t say anything and Maya can’t read her.

"I don’t know what happened next with Beckett, because I was so far into my own head that I didn’t care. But he was probably drunk that day at the training exercise when Cooper died and, while I know that it wasn’t my fault, I know that my actions contributed to it.”

She looks away from Carina at that point, blinking back the tears that pool in the corner of her eyes, and takes another deep breath.

“I thought you should know,” Maya continues. “You deserve the truth before you go on a date with me. In case…”

She trails off, too scared to finish her sentence.

“In case I decide that I don’t want to save our marriage after all?” Carina finally speaks.

Maya looks back at her and nods.

“You should know everything before you jump back in.”

“Maya,” Carina says softly, stepping forwards. “It’s too late for that. I’m already in.”

She reaches out to brush Maya’s hair out of her face, curling it behind her ear. Maya closes her eyes at her touch, tilting her head into her hand.

“And you’re right, I don’t like what you just told me. But I’m glad you did. And it doesn’t change anything about what I said yesterday.”

Maya shakes her head, dropping her eyes. “I did something terrible.”

“Maya… my love, look at me,” Carina says. She waits until Maya lifts her eyes. “You were sick and, yes, you did something terrible – and you’re sorry about it. I could see that before you even told me about what happened. Tell me, bambina, would you do it again?”

“No!” Maya says without hesitation. “Of course not.”

Carina smiles. “Then that’s all I need to know.”

“But I keep doing things that make it hard to love me. What if…?”

“Maya, I will never stop loving you,” Carina tries to allay her fears. “If I’ve learned anything these last few months, it’s that I love you completely. And what you need to learn is that, even in your darkest days, you are worthy of patience and forgiveness.” She lifts her hand and runs it over Maya’s cheek, wiping away the tears that fall. “And you’re worthy of my love.”

Maya forgets to breathe for a moment as she wonders if Carina is about to kiss her, but instead she slides her hand around Maya’s shoulders, pulling her close and hugging her. Maya buries her face into Carina’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

Carina doesn’t say it back, but Maya feels her embrace tighten and she allows herself to be held for a moment.

“So,” Carina says when they pull back. “Where are you taking me on our date?”

“Can I take you out to lunch today?” Maya asks.

Carina scrunches her nose. “I’m working today. How about tomorrow?”

“I’ll be on shift,” Maya says. She feels impatient and doesn’t want to wait too long before she sees Carina again. “Why don’t you come by for dinner? Andy wants us to do something nice for Theo while he’s acting captain – and you know the team always loves to see you.”

“Okay,” Carina says with a small smile. “How about I bring cannoli for dessert?”

Maya returns her smile, the guilt that has been weighing down on her washed away as relief floods her body. “Sounds perfect.”

Romantic moment prompts

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #station 19 fanfiction #my fanfiction #romantic moment prompts #devonofnine

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