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booasaur · 10 months ago
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Station 19 - 5x02
Bonus:
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viktorhargreeves · 4 months ago
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Is she okay? Uh, not really, no.
STATION 19 | 5.15: When the Party’s Over
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thedefinitionofendgame · 4 months ago
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this. is. FAMILY.
Jack first. then Maya and Carina. then Vic. then Theo, Travis and Ben. it's how it was always supposed to be, people supporting one another because they love each other.
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lacallemojada · 5 months ago
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10K N TURNOUTS (aka Maya fucking Bishop for the win).
BONUS.
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remarkingonit · 10 months ago
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mayasdeluca · 5 months ago
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Station 19: 5x11 “The Little Things You Do Together”
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weewooshows · 4 months ago
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Jack Gibson and Andy Herrera Station 19 S05E15 | "When the Party's Over
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dailystation19 · 5 months ago
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STATION 19 | 5.10 Searching for the Ghost
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tarlosbuddie · 3 months ago
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Fire women Week
Day 7:  Appreciation Sunday
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redhairedwolfwitch · 3 months ago
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Painting Fires (Part 1) - Andy Herrera x Fem!Reader - Station 19
Summary: when the stress of Station 19 adds up with questions in Andy Herrera's head add up to something unexpected.
Part 2
A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:)
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It had started when Maya admitted she trusted Jack Gibson, and he trusted her. Andy's response was she trusted Maya too, her heart aching slightly as she realised it was different between those two than her and Maya. She didn't realise how complicated it was.
After everything...
Andy hadn't realised how much everything was piling up, leading to one conclusion.
A bar, drinking beer, her eyes on you.
She usually hated going out to bars, reminding her of back when Vic and Maya wingwomaned her into talking to Handsome Brad way back when.
Sipping her beer, she smiled slightly into it as you glanced over at her, meeting her gaze for a moment before sipping your drink too.
Maybe her plans included tripping over canvases as the two of you were making out, stumbling slightly over an easel before you let out a giggle and led her around them to your bedroom.
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Your place was more interesting in the daylight, when she could see what had tripped the pair of you up before.
The first woman she slept with was an artist. She almost rolled her eyes at her choice but it wasn't a firefighter or someone from Seattle Police Department, she'd asked before leaving the bar with you.
Slipping into what she could find from her clothes, she ended up picking up a shirt that was definitely not hers, walking bare foot around your place as she finally located you.
You were standing with your back to her, nursing a cup of coffee as she walked in.
"There's more coffee, if you want. Food too, or there's also a note on the fridge for uber. I don't know what you want." You pointed out, cradling the coffee like it was your precious.
"Um, was that Italian, last night? Because-" Andy asked, pouring a coffee as she chewed her lip, debating whether she should have just gone for the uber.
"Yeah. I'm from Italy, but came here to study more art, a master's. My brother was already here, he sounds more American, but my sister sounds more Italian than me." You replied, finishing your coffee and leaving the mug next to the sink.
Nodding slightly to Andy, you walked around her, heading towards another room and leaving Andy in the kitchen.
"Spanish, last night, yeah? I only knew a couple of dirty words... wait, there's something I have to ask, I'm not just a rebound for a rocky relationship, am I?" You paused in the doorway, turning your head to look at Andy drinking her coffee, smirking until your face fell to unnerved.
"What? No, I just, needed a break from everything, and wanted to try something new- you asked that like it's happened before?" Andy frowned, finishing her coffee.
"Yeah, I could tell you were new at it... and yeah, last person I started liking just used me as a rebound from her relationship with a guy going rocky, and I've been experiencing artists block ever since, until now." You smiled softly, tilting your head at Andy's wide-eyes.
"Relax, I don't paint portraits without permission, I was going to paint a firetruck or something, maybe one of those candelight art pieces that looks like a vulva." You rambled, turning to walk into your art studio, aka what was supposed to be the spare bedroom but you had art supplies in instead, along with her shoes, which, like the canvases, she had tripped over last night.
"I forgot I left those out, wasn't intending to trip over them last night, sorry about that."
"By the way, that coffee was fantastic." Andy commented as she followed you into your studio, watching you skim through pencils to find the perfect one.
"Of course, it's Italian coffee, not that disaster you Americans call coffee. Although it was supposed to be a cappuccino, you forgot to add the milk." You replied, placing the pencils down to start looking for a prepped canvas to work with.
A soft smile graced Andy's features as she watched you fiddle with paints, the little grumbles you'd make when you didn't mix the perfect shade, her body leaning into the doorway as you began to sketch out what you were doing.
"Thank you, by the way." Andy's voice cut through the silence as you twirled the pencil between your fingers.
"For?"
"Not playing around, being so considerate and respectful." Andy replied, watching as you nodded to yourself.
"I told you, I could tell you were new at it." You replied, hesitating as the paint brush lingered over the canvas, "you didn't use me as some experiment, right? Wait- I mean- not that I would totally mind? Since, you know, if it helped you figure things out then I’m happy I could help. But I got used before, so it's a sore spot, and why I don't meet my sister for lunch unless it's outside her workplace, but she's busy bringing lasagne over to her... I'm going to stop talking now." You cut yourself off, realising you were rambling.
"No, no, I... I had a feeling, well, it was more than a feeling, for a while now. Last night I finally acted on it, and I don't regret it, I just, don't have a label for it. I do regret the fact that I have to go into work now. Will I see you again? and, I mean, not just sex, I just, it's nice here." Andy waved around, leading you to laugh, putting down the pencil so you could see Andy off to work.
"Wait, we... never exchanged names, fiamma." You whispered, resting your head against the closed door as you realised.
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"So, you didn't come home last night?" Maya whispered, catching Andy at her locker, about to change into her uniform.
She didn't see the raised eyebrow from Maya as she folded up the shirt she had been wearing, your shirt.
"Whose shirt is that?" Maya asked, leaning against the locker and glancing around to make sure nobody else heard.
"Um, I don't think here is a great place to talk about it." Andy admitted, pulling on her shirt as Maya nodded, waiting until Andy was fully uniformed-up to drag her off to a separate room.
"So, what's going on? I mean, you don't have to tell me-"
"I went out last night, met someone, and she was amazing, she was kind, considerate, checked up on me... and I had no clue what I was doing was any good, but if it was horrible... then this girl was really nice to not make fun of me. Or she was great at faking it."
"Wait, wait, a girl? Since when, and you, you liked it, and her?" Maya began to smile, as Andy rolled her eyes, whacking Maya on the arm.
"Shut up. Okay. Let's just say, I was for sure not faking it, she was great. I don't really know what I am, I don't have a label, but it was great, to be with a woman, it was so great-" Andy was cut off as the alarms began to go, calling for Station 19 to head out.
"What was her name?" Maya asked as she and Andy hurried over to the rigs.
"We didn't exchange them. She called me fiamma."
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Carina DeLuca smiled as she spotted you at the Grey Sloan coffee cart outside, walking over as you presented her with her coffee order.
"Andrea is in a surgery, he said he would be here as soon as possible." Carina explained as she grimaced at her coffee.
"I know, I know, it's disgusting." You admitted, sipping your coffee as Carina glanced at your hands.
"You're painting again? No more, what did you call it, artists block?" Carina remembered, her eyes on the paint on your hands before spotting a little on your face too.
"I was inspired." You smiled, letting out a squeak as Carina began to wipe at your face with a napkin.
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incorrectstation19quotes · 7 months ago
Conversation
Andy: So how's the parenting life treating you so far?
Carina, on her seventh cup of coffee: He's the light of our lives.
Maya, from another room: Yeah, a light that won't fucking shut off.
Andy:
Carina: She's fine, she's just tired.
Baby: *screams*
Maya: *screams back*
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soul-wanderer · 3 months ago
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“When a firefighter dies, the toll of the bell represents their last alarm. Once the bell rings, it can't be un-rung. There's no more denying it. The end is here. The bell rings to say the shift is over. The bell rings to say goodbye. The bell rings to say it's time to go home”
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gbtwn · 8 months ago
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"She has massive walls around her heart...
...and she's taking them down brick by brick for you..."
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booasaur · a year ago
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Station 19 - 4x15
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lacallemojada · 4 months ago
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Station 19 // When the Party's Over.
I shouldn't be laughing. It's not funny. It's not funny. It's not... It's not funny. Is she okay? Uh, not really, no.
requested by anon.
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taylorkellyreporting · 9 months ago
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station 19 5x05 spoilers no context
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mayasdeluca · 5 months ago
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Hey. Hope you find your sperm.
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