#station 19 prompt

[cloveroctobers]

Here you’ll find all summer works written during the summer season of 2024 down below🍦🏖️ 🌅

BURN > Dante Torres + Tv/Film + Chicago PD (NBC)

BODYGUARD > Vic Hughes + Tv/Film + Station 19 (ABC)

MAKE YOU FEEL > Rio + Tv/Film + Good Girls (NBC/Netflix)

CAMPING > Sydney, Carmy, Richie, Michael, & Luca + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

NEXT 2 U > _Requested_Layla Keating + Tv/Film + All American (The CW)

DISTANCE > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Columbia Pictures)

SINNERS ON COURT > Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Patrick Zweig + Film Crossover + Challengers/The Strangers (Amazon MGM Studios/Warner Bros. Pictures)

95 DEGREES > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or die (Columbia Pictures)

SITUATIONS > _Requested_Luca + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

HAMMER TO THE HEART > Dante Torres + Tv/Film + Chicago PD (NBC)

COMEDY > Sydney Adamu + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

TV ON > Richie Jerimovich + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

GRANDMA’s > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or die (Columbia Pictures)

FALSE STARTS > Carmy Berzatto + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

LOVE FOR A MINUTE > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Columbia Pictures)

TIGER EYE > JR + Tv/Film + All American: Homecoming (The CW)

NEIGHBORS > Armando Aretas, Rio, Luca, & Mikey Berzatto + Tv/Film + Bad boys for life, Good Girls, & The Bear

-> A SUMMER EP 🌪️

RODEO > Javi Rivera + Film + Twisters [2024] (Universal Pictures/Warner Bros. Pictures/Amblin Entertainment)

FIRST DAY > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Columbia Pictures)

BEST EXIT > Dani + Film + Twisters [2024] (Universal Pictures/Warner Bros. Pictures/Amblin Entertainment)

[emeraldcitynerdfighter]

4 for Marina please and thanks!

...where it hurts.

//

They didn't even argue with Peggy and Dayna's offer to keep Liam overnight. In a wordless exchange, they both knew they needed to be alone.

As they shuffle into the house, Maya tries to stifle a cough, the irritation getting harder to ignore. She knows she'll be clearing dirt and ash out of her sinuses for days after. Carina gives her a pointed look, giving Maya permission -- or, perhaps, reminding her -- that it was best to clear everything out of her lungs now.

After a few moments of full-body hacks, her breathing returns to normal.

"Shower first," Carina directs.

Robotically, Maya finds herself in the bathroom, stripping off her clothes, turning on the tap.

Evidence from the fire start to appear. Bruises on her shins and upper arms from dropping to the ground to shelter in place. Brush suits provide mobility and fire retardant, but not the padding of her regular turnouts. The dull ache thrums under her skin like another pulse.

She finishes and she wraps a towel around herself and pads into the bedroom.

She freezes as she crosses the threshold.

The image of Carina sitting up in bed, reading through one of the countless parenting books --Carina knew plenty about fertility and gestation and pregnancy and childbirth, but not much that came after -- Carina, dressed in a tank top (and whatever else was hidden under the comforter --

An image of normalcy, of calm. Of indiscrete, indicating nothing out of the ordinary...

An image she almost didn't get to see again.

It breaks her.

The sob escapes before she even has an inkling to stop it. A hand claps against her mouth, trying to stifle the incoming flood, but damming the emotion only makes her cry harder.

Her legs crumple under her. She collapses to the floor, towel still wrapped around her, damp hair falling into her face. Her chest feels like it's about to burst open and everything hurts.

In the din of the sobs that seem to wrack the whole house --it's not a relief Liam isn't home -- she hears Carina. Running to her. Calling her name.

"Maya!"

Smells Carina, who smells like fresh linens and home cooking and Liam's baby lotion, not like the brush fire that almost took them both.

No...all three of them.

She feels Carina's arms around her, not caring they're dampening , and she just cries harder. Her breathing, comes in ragged gasps that makes her light-headed and blurs her vision.

"What is it? What happened?" Maya can hear the strained edge to her voice, a calm that wants desperately to turn to panic.

"Show me where it hurts..."

Carina pulls her hands away, shaking and nearly fused to the towel. She holds Maya's face in her hands, her eyes searching, trying to latch on to Maya's, to calm her, to anchor her.

Minutes -- or hours -- pass before Maya gets a handle on her breathing. All the while, Carina stays, kneeling in front of her, holding her.

Eventually, Maya lifts a trembling arm, where a large bruise has already bloomed under her shoulder. She averts her eyes, the bruises also bringing back the old injury of shame of asking for help.

Without hesitation, Carina's lips graze against the sensitive skin. Warmth blooms in the spot her mouth touches, making Maya shiver, though she still feels untethered.

"Where else does it hurt, my love?"

Maya shifts in Carina's arms, pulling her knee up, now brandished with several smaller blemishes.

She watches this time, the slow tenderness with which Carina touches her, as if her healing is dependent on how much love she can imbue into each moment of contact.

Maya forgets to look away when Carina lifts her head, and their eyes lock.

Eyes only on me.

"Where does it hurt, bambina?" Her voice is barely a whisper.

Slowly, like she is moving through water, eyes still locked with Carina's, Maya lays a hand on her chest. Carina's chin trembles, but she leans forward and presses her lips to Maya's sternum once...twice...then on the other side...

As Carina moves across her body, what shattered moments ago begin to thread themselves together again. The world feels less dark and chaotic.

She is home.

And she is safe.

They are all safe.

When she wasn't looking, Carina captures Maya's lips with hers. Soft, but sure.

"It doesn't hurt there..." Maya manages, her voice still thick, as she pulls away.

Chuckling at Maya's furrowed brow and confusion, Carina rubs her nose against Maya's.

"Better safe than sorry, amore mio."

//

[jmflowers]

prompt #32: make that scene make sense in the episode

Blindfold

“Agh,” Maya hisses, pulling away quickly with her eyes shut tight.

Three times now, Carina’s tried to lean in for an innocent kiss and three times now, there’s been a box of pastries or a Liam or a fucking breeze that’s gotten in the way.

Three fucking times since she’s gotten home.

And it really just makes Maya want to scream.

“I’m sorry, bambina,” Carina whispers, stepping away, “What can I do?”

Detach my boobs, Maya wants to say, Take all these hormones out of my body.

Rip my fucking clothes off.

She opens her eyes instead, willing herself not to cry with frustration. There’ve been enough tears for today.

Enough tears for a lifetime.

“My entire body feels like it’s on fire,” she confesses, sucking in a wavering breath.

Carina nods, understanding.

Always so understanding.

“It will be worth it tomorrow,” she promises, inching closer without touching, “And then you will start to feel better.”

“Because it’ll be your turn to feel crappy.”

Carina shrugs, unperturbed. “We’re making a baby.”

The tears start to pool in Maya’s eyes again, betraying her. “I wish this was more romantic,” she whispers, slipping her fingers between Carina’s.

“This isn’t romantic?” Carina smirks, her eyebrow quirking. “I find it very romantic that your nipples are exploding.”

Despite herself, Maya laughs. “Shut up.”

“We could make it more romantic,” Carina suggests, waving the baby monitor in her left hand like it’s a prize they’ve won: Liam sound asleep in his crib. “Hop up on the counter.”

Maya frowns, confused.

“If you are higher,” Carina explains, pushing at Maya’s hips to ease her backwards, “I can kiss you without touching your exploding nipples.”

“You’re going to make me regret using that analogy, aren’t you?” Maya mutters, hopping up onto the thin bit of counter not already dedicated to sink space or the toaster or drying dishes.

God, they really need to renovate.

She tries not to wince as her body settles again, leaning against the cabinet doors.

Carina grins, backing away with a glint in her eye. “Un secondo,” she promises, holding up a finger as she disappears into the dining room.  

“I thought you were going to kiss me,” Maya calls after her, spreading her legs in a hopeful invitation.

“I am,” Carina teases as she reappears in the doorway, sliding a strip of fabric between her fingers. “Your body is on fire, no?” she asks as she saunters closer.

Maya swallows roughly, watching.

Knowing that look on her wife’s face.

Rip my fucking clothes off, her insides scream again.

Carina smirks. “Tell me our safe word,” she instructs, already in charge.

Already lighting a fire low in Maya’s belly.

Because there is love here, burning between them – love and consent and affection. Carina knows how the blindfold can heighten all the other senses. How it helps Maya to relax, to feel more present in her body.

How fucking hot she finds it.

Maya does as she is told, whispering the word as she leans forward, allowing Carina to tie the soft fabric around her eyes. Allowing Carina to take full control.

“Stay here,” Carina commands.

Maya waits, listening intently as Carina’s feet pad across the kitchen floor. As the cardboard pastry box is opened once more.

She waits, until she feels the warmth of Carina slipping between her legs, the smell of her perfume and the faint sweetness of donuts wafting in between them.

Until Carina leans closer, her nose brushing against Maya’s own.

Maya opens her mouth, desperate for the kiss she’s been waiting hours for.

Instead, she feels Carina’s finger slip past her lips, tasting of cream filling. She opens her mouth wider, feeling Carina’s breath on her tongue.

Carina, and the taste she’s actually craving.

“Lick,” Carina orders.

Maya closes her mouth dutifully, sucking the custard from Carina’s slender finger. Her hand sneaks around Carina’s back, sliding down to find purchase on her ass.

She grins when Carina gasps at the contact, taking it as an opportunity to seek out Carina’s mouth once more. Carina’s beautiful, delicious mouth.

Maya only manages to dip her tongue behind Carina’s teeth before she’s slipping away again, giggling as she drifts to the end of Maya’s fingers.

“Where are you going now?” Maya calls after her.

“Be good,” Carina chuckles instead of answering.

The fridge opens across the room and Maya does know, then, where Carina is going. Knows exactly what path Carina intends to take them down this evening.

She pries the blindfold from her head, slipping off the counter as quickly as she can manage. Grinning, as she disobeys.

Somehow, it’s fast enough to surprise Carina before she can lean inside the fridge for the chocolate sauce or the strawberries or whatever else is on her menu.

“No more food,” Maya mutters, pushing the door closed as she eases Carina back against the sink. “I only want to taste you.”

[starkholme]

Lucy Tara is part of the best firefighters team from Honolulu. Under the command of Captain Tennant, she faces the struggles of the island alongside the team: Jesse, Kai, Boom Boom, Bam Bam, Chase and Ernie, "who technically doesn't count" as Lucy likes to say. On her night off work, she goes to a good bar on her neighborhood and pretends for just sometime that her job isn't life threatening. All sounded fun...

....Until she meets trauma surgeon Kate Whistler.

Kacy x Station 19 AU

[magicalstripedhorse]

Weirdly enough, I feel like starting up my wlw ship doodles again, but Ooof what to draw, what to draw....

[somber-sapphic]

Here we are!! Sorry this took me so long, but here is a prompt list for my 500 follower celebration! I will be writing ten total fics, so it is a first come first serve situation.

Choose:

1 Caretaker dialouge

1 Sickie dialogue

And one or two extras!

Send all of these in with your pairing and I’ll have them done as soon as I can! :D

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Caretaker Dialogue:

1. “When’s the last time you ate?”

2. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

3. “I know it’s gross, but you need medicine.”

4. “I don’t care, work can wait.”

5. “Oh sweetheart. You’re worse than I thought.”

6. “That doesn’t look like just a cold”

7. “Allergies don’t make you shiver like that.”

8. “I love you, but you look like a corpse.”

9. “What are you doing up?”

10. “That’s definitely a fever.”

Sickie Dialogue:

1. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

2. “I’ve had a cold before.”

3. “You’re smothering me.”

4. “Could I have some tea?”

5. “Five more minutes, then rest.”

6. “I don’t feel too hot.”

7. “Sorry, I can’t stop sneezing.”

8. “I think going out last night was a bad idea.”

9. “I don’t want to be alone.”

10. “I’m just tired.”

Extras:

⛺️- Sick on vacation

❄️- Stuck in the cold

���- Trip to the hospital/drs office

🌷- Just allergies…right?

✈️- Sick on the move (ex., plane ride, road trip…)

☀️- Summer cold

🌡️- High fever

💼- Stuck at work

🔇- Lost voice

🌑- Nightmares

[lesbianandstressing]

Dialogue Prompts

Fluff

“Come snuggle.”

“I love you more than anything.”

“You are my world.”

“Can you go get me ice cream?”

“I’ll kick your ass at Mario kart.”

“Don’t tickle me!”

“Gimme a hug.”

“You’re my person.”

“Bitch, you can’t be serious.”

“Hold on, let me take care of you.”

“Call in sick today.”

“You’re way too drunk right now.”

“Come on. Work with me here.”

“Get back here you!”

“Happy birthday!”

“Stop making me laugh, I’m going to pee my pants!”

“Let’s have a movie night.”

“Can we make a blanket fort?”

“Pillow fight!”

“Come swim with me!”

Angst

“Please. Don’t hurt me like this.”

“How could you do this to me?!”

“I don’t think I can forgive you.”

“They’re losing blood!”

“DON’T DIE ON ME!”

“I think I’m broken.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

“Please help!”

“They don’t have a pulse!”

“Breathing is shallow.”

“Oh god. Your bone is broken.”

“Let’s get you patched up.”

“I think I’m dying.”

“I don’t need you.”

“Go, NOW!”

“I miss you. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not strong enough.”

“I’ll go down with you.”

“It’s too late.”

“Please. Take care of them.”

Smut

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait. I needed you.”

“Please, god, fuck me.”

“Get over here.”

“Are you naked?!”

“We’re in public!”

“You’re so wet for me.”

“Stop teasing me!”

“Yes, right there!”

“Am I really turning you on that much?”

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll do it myself.”

“Now now. Patience, my love.”

“I know you want me, baby.”

“Were you masturbating to a photo of me?”

“Come home right now.”

“You gave me a hickey?!”

“Tie me down. Have your way with me.”

“Beg for me.”

“Oh my god, you look so hot.”

“I’m pretty sure I can’t walk…”

[andhetoldmeiwasholy]

Marina Prompts-

1. Carina has enough from dating and applies to be part of a TV show, where they find your ‘perfect’ match based on science and the participants see their match the first time in front of the altar. Carina meets Maya on their wedding day and both go through with the ceremony, but now without cameras there, they have to find out if this was the perfect match or should they get a divorce

2. Being a single parent and not getting out of the house enough is not easy, but maya loves their kid and if they have to put their dating life on hold, so be it. But when Carina moves into the apartment next door, it’s the kids that see an opportunity to make their parents happy

3.Carina moves into a new apartment and wants to check out the closest dog park. Their dog (Jeff) loves it there, especially that one dog (ford) that seems to be there almost every time they go. With their dogs being madly in love with each other, Maya and Carina are forced to spend more time together as well

4.Carina getting hella jealous when she sees Maya out and about with their (not) date and end up following them around. Maya catches them and is like, “Why are you following me?” And Carina’s like, “To tell your date how much of a dick you are so they can avoid dating someone like you.” (or, alternatively: Maya cornering Carina about it, and Maya being like, “But why do you care?” and Carina saying, “I don’t.” And then they somehow end up fucking them in a random alleyway or at a back of a bar or something. You can fill in the details on how they get to that point.)

One shots-

5. Maya starts her period on shift, has to message/call Carina in a panic hoping they don’t get called out. Doesn’t wanna ask Beckett to leave.

6. Maya spilling coffee/soup all over themselves by accident and starts panicking, so (insert character) helps them take off/clean their clothes right when Carina walks in

7. “C’mere… Want snuggles.” (Featuring grabby hands!!!)

8. Maya bleeds through while asleep, wakes up embarrassed (or Carina wakes her up)

9. “Stop sticking your feet down my pants!” “It’s not my fault your asscheeks are hella warm.”

10. “I wanna be big spoon this time.” “But you’re tiny.”

Sentence smut starters prompts-

11. Maya/Carina strap au “all i can think of is sitting on top of your hard cock

12. Maya/Carina AU- Maya is a porn director who owns her own company, Carina is just starting out in the business to further her study. They cross paths.

13. “God you’re such a dick” “Yeah and you are about to take it like a good girl.”

14. “You’re the sweetest thing I have ever tasted.”

15. Maya/Carina fight turns smutty “Go fuck yourself.” Cocky Maya “Only if you watch me~”

16. “What are we doing right now?” “Fucking. What else?” “…It feels more than just fucking.”

17. “Show me how you do it when you touch yourself.”

18. Mile high club- Carina books them first class seats, she’s gotta learn how to be quiet. “You have to be quiet if you want to cum, bambina”

19. “If I have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week.”

20. ‘Innocent’ movie night “You don’t realize what it does to me when we’re cuddling and you press your ass against me.”

21. “What the fuck?  Do that again.  I liked it.”

22. “How are you so oblivious?  I’m trying to tell you I’m fucking horny!”

23. “You know it’s fine if you’re a little rough with me, right?” “But I don’t want to hurt you…” “It’s fine, I can take it. I want it rough. Please?” 

24. “Wake up!” “What? What happened?” “Why did you just moan in your sleep?” “…What, were you turned on by it?” “What?! No, of course not! Umm….Disturbed, but definitely not turned on.” 

25. “Where should I sit?” / “The couch works just fine, but if you prefer comfort, my face works far better my darling.”

26. Maya-“Your wife isn’t very pleased with the outfit you chose to wear tonight, you made those fools think they stood a chance.” / Carina-“Maybe they did.” / Maya-*incredulous laughter* “Is that right baby? I go on a work trip for a few days and you just forget who you belong to? Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll remind you.”

27. “Kiss me, please.” / “Is that all you want baby, is for me to kiss you?” / “N-no, I also want you to fuck me senseless, but a kiss sounded far more romantic.”

28. “Fuck, you’re doing so great for me, sweetheart,” Carina praises, hands gripping onto the sides of Maya’s hips as she rub herself against her wife’s thigh in a quickening pace; smiling a little when Maya whimpers at the praise. 

Please let me know if you write any!!

Please lemme know if you write any 🙏🏻

[withgirl-sq]

Marina prompt:

Carina hears someone (firefighters/nurses) making fun of Maya over her spiral (demotion, 5150, wife leaving...).

Thank you for the prompt!

If anyone has any other Marina prompts, I would love them! This is the only one I've had so far

[jobrookekarev]

the no and jack fic was so cute could it be like a mini series? love that a fellow anon put that out

yeah, it might take a bit to do, but I'll do it if you send me some prompts

[soul-wanderer]

Andy x Maya or Maya x Vic + 'Shut Up + Dance' as a one-shot please

[bamboo72498]

Mail Call

@domaystic Day 15: Junk Mail Fandom: Station 19 Word Count: 358 Rating: G Author’s note: Borrowing @jmflowers kids for this one. Hope you enjoy! [][]

“Hey! I’m home!” Maya announces as she tosses her bag next to the coat hook and closes the door behind her. She toes off her shoes and continues into the house finding her family deep in the process of making dinner. 

“Hi, Bambina,” Carina says, turning quickly over her shoulder as she stirs something on the stove. 

“Hi, Mommy!” her kids call to her from their places around the kitchen island. Both are hard at work snapping the ends off green beans as part of their meal. Maya greets them both with kisses on their cheeks, praising their hard work. 

“Oh, I grabbed the mail,” Maya says, depositing the small stack of papers onto the counter in front of her. 

“Did I get something?” Andrea asks.

“No, not today, sorry,” Maya shrugs. She notices the way his face falls, the hope of actually getting to participate in something so grown up as getting mail slipping from his eyes.

“How come I never get mail?”

“Well, bud,” Maya starts, “most of the time mail is just for adults. It’s bills and coupons. Boring stuff.”

“But not all the time. One time you and Mama got a fancy letter inviting you to that firefighter party.”

“You’re right, we did. So, yes: not all of the time is it boring stuff.”

“Just most of the time,” Andrea finishes. 

“Exactly. And I know you wouldn’t want the boring stuff.” She wrinkles her face as if the boring mail was the most revolting thing to come from her mouth. It makes her son giggle - exactly what she was hoping - and brightens the room again. “But I promise: if I see any mail with your name on it. I’ll make sure to give it to you.”

“Thanks, Mommy,” Andrea says. He scoops his pile of green bean ends off the cutting board and into Maya’s hands. “Can you throw these away for me?”

Maya laughs at that, mostly surprised at the action. “Sure, bud, I’ll throw them away. How ‘bout you, Bea? Got any ends for me?” Their daughter nods, standing back so Maya can grab her own pile of ends. 

“Thank you, Mommy.”

[lesbianandstressing]

send me requests! be sure to check my guidelines first!

Platonic Touch

Sometimes, characters want contact that has nothing to do with sex or violence. Send one of these for your character to reach out to mine.

Shoulder Clasp

Across the Shoulder hug

Hair Ruffle

Gentle headlock

Full body lean

Feet in lap

Head in lap

Hair petting

Ambush hug

Not so ambush hug

Pulling mine into their lap

Cheek kiss

Forehead kiss

Brushing hair out of mine’s face

Fixing shirt collar

Fixing shirt cuffs

Fixing a clothing tag

Tying shoes

Taking off shoes

Carrying while half asleep

Hand holding

Leaning their head on mine’s shoulder tiredly

Absently tracing patterns on the nearest exposed skin

Pushing glasses into place

Offering their drink

Offering their snack

Kissing the back of mine’s hand

Looping their arm around mine’s waist and leaning against mine’s back

Crawling into bed with

Using shoulder as a pillow

Pulling mine’s arm around their shoulder

Hair brushing

Brushing lint off of

Giving a foot massage

Giving a back massage

Giving a scalp massage

Rubbing circles on mine’s back

Sharing a secret smile

Booping the nose

Touching noses together

Resting foreheads together

Resting cheeks together

Sharing a blanket

Taking over mine’s seat while they’re in it

Poking with fingers/toes

Painting mine’s nails

Putting jewelry on mine

Doing mine’s hair

Pinkie promise

High five

Fist bump

Secret handshake

Hipcheck

Pulling mine into a dance

Initiate a tickle fight

[jmflowers]

Still taking prompts? Carina feeling emotional over Maya learning/knowing Italian.

You got it, dude. Canon-compliant for your reading pleasure.

~~~

Ding!

Carina smiles as she steps through the front door, the smell of dinner on the stove wafting down the hallway to greet her.

They’ve been in their new home all of three weeks and already they’ve fallen into a symbiotic routine – one she finds herself endlessly enamoured by. A warm meal waiting for whoever’s last to arrive home, a load of laundry in the dryer before bed each night, swapping shifts to rise when Liam cries out at 2am to be fed.

There’s balance forming, now that they’re here. Balance and love and support that seemed so far away, so farfetched, just a year ago.

“I’m back!” she calls out as she wanders into the kitchen, heavy grocery bags dangling from her hands. She can’t wait until they renovate this space; can’t wait until there’s more room on the counters and in the pantry for all the things she has to keep slipping out to buy.

Mela, a slightly robotic voice says.

Carina frowns, turning towards the sound, groceries piled half on the counter and half in the sink. She lets them tumble from her grasp, traipsing down the hallway after yet another Ding! echoes from the nursery.

Arancia, the robotic voice says.

“Arancia,” Maya repeats, her voice so whisper soft Carina barely hears it. “That’s an orange.”

Ding!

She’s leaned back in the plush rocking chair they’d settled on for the nursery, Liam curled in her lap with his eyelids fluttering as he tries desperately to pay attention to the phone she holds in front of them.

Elefante, the robotic voice inside the screen says next.

“Elefante,” Maya replicates, lips pressed to the side of Liam’s cap-covered head. “You know elephant.”

Ding! the phone chirps.

“Oh, you know this one, too,” Maya whispers, smiling softly. “Mamma says buona notte every night before we go to sleep.”

“Sì,” Carina murmurs, stumbling into the gravity that’s dragging her across the room towards them. “Buona notte means good night.”

Maya nods, turning just enough for Liam and his heavy eyelids to catch a glimpse of Carina as she leans over the arm of the chair to kiss his cheeks. “And ciao is hello.”

His little face splits into a grin, reaching for his mamma even as he fights a losing battle with sleep. “Ah,” he chirps.

“I got a few lessons ahead of him,” Maya explains, setting her phone aside on the dresser. She tips Liam backwards in her arms, laying his head in the crook of her elbow with a practiced ease. He gazes up at her with a toothless smile, nearly giving in to the weight of his eyelids. “So, we had to go back and review what he missed.”

“Ah,” Liam repeats.

“Sì,” Maya nods, looking down at their baby boy with a ferocity of love that causes a clench of something deep and primal and unquantifiable in Carina’s chest. “Apple is mela. That’s your favourite, I know.”

One of those tiny, perfect fists finds its way into Liam’s mouth and then, finally, he loses the fight. Finally, his eyes close and he tumbles into sleep.

And that feeling in Carina’s chest seems to explode.

She leans forward, reaching for Maya with a desperation she can’t quite explain. Tugging, needy, until their lips connect. Until she can try to convey with her body what she doesn’t have English words for.

Ti amo. Ho bisogno di te. Sono così perdutamente innamorato di te.

Maya won’t understand them all – not yet.

But she will. One day, she will.

[starkholme]

"Your audition tape" Maya doesn't take her eyes off the camera screen "It was brilliant, a personal favorite of mine but I'm only gonna say this once: do not improvise when you're not asked to"

"Thank you" soon she added up "I promise it won't happen again."

"And Carina? You're doing great" this time her piercing blue eyes stared directly at the lead actress, whose heart stopped for a second after recognizing the fire and sadness merging themselves behind the wall of feelings in front her.

"Thank you, director"

"Maya, you can call me Maya"

Carina felt that a tiny part of her wanted to impress Maya, do right by the end of the production. And a massive part of her wanted to get to know Maya better, break down all the walls surrounding her.

"Thank you, Maya" she smiled as she left the room not noticing the director's mirroring her smile.

Maya Bishop is known for having a mix reputation: some loved her, some hated her, few were ambivalent about her, some believed she was a genius, some believe she was just ruthless. Working with her demanded perfection, actors who worked with her confessed the challenge made them more focused on their jobs and most of them we rewarded with either Golden Globes, Oscars, Emmys, Critics Choice, anything you could imagine. On the other hand, some claimed she made the scene way too coordinated, wanting and demanding it the way she envisioned, no space for creativity outside the script. In the end, everyone had an opinion about the director, and yet none of them knew her personal life besides her producer Andy Herrera.

Carina DeLuca was not expecting Maya Bishop to be her new director. She set it up her audition tap as soon as she could, the script itself was amazing, a drama film set in Italy with a main character who had lived years apart from her family now struggles with going back to her origin country, a story much closer to home than what she anticipated. Studio 19 needed someone — preferably Italian or fluent in Italian — to be the main lead, but Maya's name was not attached in any sort of paper, and she's been enough time in spolight to have heard rumors behind the director's workplace. Although Carina never really deemed any of them to be 100% true, she was willing to learn whatever she could took from Maya's guidance, but once things start to get hazy between her and Maya, she beings to see this movie as more than just a job.

[somber-sapphic]

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