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Hello! Okay so this is my first ask!

Could you please do number 30 "If I told you that I didn't need you, well that would be a lie" from the pocket full of hope prompt list you recently posted for Stuart Scola and Sasha please?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @noxytopy @district447 @stelacole @abby-splace

Companion piece to:

Every Inch Of You (NSFW) - You and Stuart spend the night together after two years apart.

Escapee - You and Stuart are reunited when a face from your past escapes from prison.

Safehouse - You and Stuart discuss moving forward now you're back in NY.

The Life You Could Have - You get a glimpse into the life you could have with Stuart.

You’ve been in the safe house for three days before you start to get restless. Stuart can see it in the way you pace the living room, tidying Jack’s toys, stacking the books in a neat alphabetised order.

This happens sometimes when you can’t go for a run or hit the boxing gym, that relentless energy you have, it starts to build and build inside you. It makes you impulsive, reckless.

“You’re going to leave aren’t you?” He asks you that night after he’s tucked Jack into bed. You’re drying the dishes on the draining board, putting each one back in its rightful place. Outwardly you’re the epitome of calm, but he knows you, knows your brain is going a mile a minute.

“It’s the only way to end it.” You tell him, folding the towel before you sigh placing your hands upon the surface of the counter. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stand being cooped up like this, it feels like I’m trapped in my own skin.”

It’s the ADHD, you’ve never received an official diagnosis but Stuart sees it in you, he always has. He mentioned it a couple of years ago back before you got married and you conceded he was probably right. You hate the idea of being shoved into a neat little box so you handle it on your own and it works mostly…

Until you end up a position like this, trapped in a house without the usual mechanisms you use to cope.

“Sasha.” He says softly, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, trying to sooth you. “You just gotta hold out a little longer-”

“That’s not really how it works with me.” You remind him.

You may have been apart for a few years but he hasn’t forgotten the other way you deal with his feelings. His fingers thread in yours and he guides you to his bedroom, closing the door behind him so Jack doesn’t hear the noise. The way you fuck him that night, it’s wild, untamed. He’s forgotten that it can be like this with you, he’s forgotten how he can be when he’s with you. It’s bite marks and scratches, bruises that’ll last for days and finally it’s ecstasy, the most intense euphoria he’s had in a very long time.

When he wakes up the next morning it’s to an odd sense of unease. He runs his hand over the sheets to find your side of the bed empty and a cloying, ominous silence seeping through the house.

It’s then he sees the note propped up on the nightstand and his heart sinks because he realises the truth now, that last night wasn’t really about burning off that excess energy, it was really about saying goodbye.

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[inariter]

Stay With Me-6

Masterlist:

Stay With Me-1

Stay With Me-2

Stay With Me-3

Stay With Me-4

Stay With Me-5

Stay With Me-6

A million thoughts ran through OA’s head as he listened to Maggie’s words. It felt like his entire world was going in slow motion as he held his breathe. He could feel the panic that coursed through his veins. His gaze falling on (Y/n)’s resting body, trying to wrap his mind around it all.

“We’re still hunting him down but Jubal says you need to stay by her side.” OA knew that Jubal was right, he knew that there was too many conflicts of interest. That he could easily loose his cool if he was involved.  

“Okay...okay.”

“We’re going to find this guy.” Maggie told him, in some way to reassure him. But he knew until they caught the guy and he was locked away, there was no way he could relax, much less be assured for the better. 

Especially after the information Maggie began to give him, there had actually been two more shootings. One before Maggie gave him a call and another shortly after. Five more victims were added to the tally, all hit in the exact same place. All hospital workers. An organized crime with intended purposes and targets. 

“As soon as anything else happens, I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks Maggie.”

Anytime.” They were partners, they had each other’s back. But even now, it was hard to help. “How is she doing?”

“She’s out of the woods now. But she hasn’t woken up yet.”

“She will. She’s gotten through the worse of it.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping for.” Sighing, OA ended the call, turning his attention back to (Y/n). He sat down next to her bed, holding her hand. The times he wished he could have done this very thing, almost too many to recount. “I love you (Y/n). I want to tell you face to face. I want to ask you on a date or do so much. So just open your eyes, alright?”

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She knew this sight well, a dreary atmosphere that settled over the waiting room. She could see the worried etched on their faces as they all try to cope with their loss. Trying to keep it all together, to not let the tears or any other emotions show.

“She’s in good hands.” (Y/n) said, breaking the silence as their eyes fell on her. Confusion turned to recognition, seeing she was the first to attend to Kristen as soon as she came rolling through the ER doors. (Y/n) started working fast, doing what she could with her skill set before calling the trauma specialist, one more skilled in such matters. Even despite her own capabilities, she wasn’t going to let pride or arrogance prevent them from saving a life. “Our best trauma specialist is operating on her now, the odds are in favor.”

“How can you be so sure?” OA asked, standing up to meet her. He towered over (Y/n) given the difference in their builds. Yet she didn’t cower or stand down. She looked him straight on, a small yet knowing smile on her lips. 

“I know how good my colleagues are. But I’m saying this for reassurance, I know you all need some right now.” He could only guess how many scenes she seen like this. How many times she needed to break the news to friends and family. 

He knew, she didn’t have to do this. To come out and personally meet them, to try and ease their worries. She probably had another case or had something better to do.

Yet (Y/n) made the time to do this. Just for them. He found it touching.

“Look, you’ll hear more soon. But you all at least should have heard this.” She gave them all a small smile, before beginning to walk away. Tossing OA a snack in the process. “Name is (Y/n) by the way. Keep your head high, cause I have high hopes your friend will be fine.”

As she walked away, her smile grew, thinking back to OA. He easily caught her eye without even speaking. Her eyes had landed on him from the moment she looked at them from the end of the hall. Wondering when would be the next time they could see one another.

Something that would be sooner than she realized. Unaware he happened to be thinking something similar.

Days passed when she went about her daily routine when she was greeted with a familiar face standing in the lobby. Looking a little lost to say the least.

“Oh, agent, what brings you here?”

“Looking for you actually.” Oa smirked a little, twisting the ring on his finger as he walked closer to her. “I just wanted to say thanks. Kristen turned out just fine like you said.”

“And why are you thanking me?”

“You didn’t have to come and talk to us. You didn’t have to do anything but your job.”

“It was nothing. I’ve seen enough people like you and your friends to know they need something. Even the smallest bit helps.”

“Thank you for doing that. It did help. And thanks for granola bar.”

“Anytime.” (Y/n) said, giving him a small smile. Before her pager went on, signaling her that she was needed elsewhere. “Well, that’s my call.”

“Could I take you to lunch?” OA asked, calming his nerves enough to blurt out the question. He wasn’t why he felt as nervous as he did. Nor why he was even at the hospital to begin with. He just knew he ended up here, talking with (Y/n) and now asking her to a meal. His heart beating loud against his chest as he awaited her answer. 

“How about dinner tonight? I can go after my shift.”

“Sure...sure. That works.”

“Good, I’ll meet you here at 7 o’clock, tonight.” Her pager once again beeps. “Until then agent.”

With that, (Y/n) ran off to her job, OA watching her as her figure disappeared. Unable to shake the smile on his lips, wondering how or why she even agreed to begin with. 

But it was something. It was something for sure. 

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Something was wrong, he knew it even before he opened his eyes. Before he looked around the hospital room. His instincts were screaming at him, telling him to move fast, to get up and grab the closest thing near him. And hearing his ringtone stop and go again didn’t help much.

Yet before he could make a move, before he could answer his phone, he heard a gun cock followed by a voice. 

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot you both.” 

[tha-wrecka-stow]

Dru Hill Discography

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PRIMA PAGINA La Prealpina di Oggi giovedì, 25 luglio 2024

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On Friday, January 27th, Baltimore’s Dru Hill (@druhill4real) headlined the newly opened Racket (@racketnewyork) a stop on their tour in honor of their 25th anniversary. Any past and current member of the group was invited to participate and the show felt like a giant singalong. Swipe through for a few pics from the night and check out the full set now on @bowerypresents’ The House List (link in profile). Final image in this post is of a lucky fan who caught Sisqó’s jacket after he threw it into the audience after the final song (which was “The Thong Song,” naturally). #druhill #25thanniversary #racket #racketnewyork #livemusic #livemusicphotography #concert #concertphotography #reunion #sisqo #sisqó #smoke #black #nokio #scola #jazz #tao #woody #sliquejayadams https://www.instagram.com/p/CoDJo_9OLVK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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We All Loved Each Other So Much, 1974

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6 years of FBI

2018 —

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Quelques pas de danse ... 👌

Una giornata particolare 🎬 d'Ettore Scola avec Marcello Mastroianni et Sophia Loren

👋 Bel après-midi

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Dramma della gelosia (tutti i particolari in cronaca)

[girlwhodoeskratom]

Katarina Scola @ Giorgio Armani Fall/Winter, 1999 Ready-to-Wear

[bullet-prooflove]

14. Every bone in my body, it aches for you

For Stuart Scola please 🙏

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @noxytopy @district447 @stelacole

Companion piece:

This Ain’t Goodbye - Stuart and you make the decision to divorce due to the revelation about his son.

Every Inch Of You (NSFW) - You and Stuart spend the night together after two years apart.

Escapee - You and Stuart are reunited when a face from your past escapes from prison.

Safehouse - You and Stuart discuss moving forward now you're back in NY.

You wake up in Stuart’s arms, his firm body tucked around you, his face buried into the curve of your throat. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, the warmth of his body seeping through his t-shirt  as he clasps you close. He used to do this when you were married, hold you like he never wanted to let you go. It always made you feel so secure, so safe.

The downside to his proximity is that it reminds you of that night before, back at the hotel. His hands roving over your body, his lips chasing teasing across your skin. You hadn’t realised just how unsatisfactory your sexual encounters had been until he walked back into your life. How lacking they were.

He stirs in his sleep, the stubble of his cheek rubbing across your flesh. You remember the feel of it between your thighs, the burn of it in the aftermath as it marked you. You bite your lower lip to stifle the moan that threatens to leave your mouth because already you can hear the pitter patter of tiny feet echoing down the hallway outside and you know you’re about to be interrupted.

“Stuart.” You murmur untangling yourself from your ex-husband. “Jack’s awake.”

Stuart rolls onto his back, his palm rubbing over his weary features as you pick up the robe you brought with you to the safehouse, pulling it on over your ATF t-shirt and pyjama shorts. You watch as he slips from the sheets, still half asleep, heading towards the bedroom door as the knob starts to turn.

“Hey bud.” He says, scooping up his son clad in navy blue dinosaur pyjamas.

They look so much alike in that moment, piercing blue eyes, same drowsy expression. Jack’s hair has darkened during the intervening years and is now closer to Stuart’s own dark hue as opposed to Nina’s blond locks.

“Should we make Sasha some breakfast?” Stuart asks his son and Jack nods his agreement before Stuart sets him down and leads him towards the kitchen. You follow behind, sitting yourself on one of the stools at the breakfast bar as the two of them collaborate on pancakes.

It becomes a mess and somehow you find yourself covered in flour and holding a five year old child as Stuart cleans up the counter around you. It should feel foreign to you, it should hurt like hell but in that moment it doesn’t, it feels right somehow, like you’re in the exact place you’re supposed to be.

This is the life you could have, you think as Jack nestles in close to you. The family you’ve always wanted.

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[inariter]

Stay With Me-5

Masterlist:

Stay With Me-1

Stay With Me-2

Stay With Me-3

Stay With Me-4

Stay With Me-5

Stay With Me-6

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Hospital rooms had become somewhat normal to OA, given the times he needed to visit for on the job injuries. But despite it, he never liked it. Never liked what typically happened as families were torn by grief or how some lost hope with each passing day, unsure whether their loved one would make it through. 

Or how so many people he tried to help ended up here as their last stop. Making all his efforts for naught as they didn’t make it...because he couldn’t be there in time to help them.

And as he stood in (Y/n)’s hospital room, his eyes looking over her seemingly lifeless body, he wasn’t sure what to believe. His only reassurance was the machines beside her, their beeps telling him she was still fighting...still in there to come back.

Although it was odd being here with her ex, his eyes glancing back to him as if daring Warren to do something so he could beat his ass right there and then. Then again, on the other hand, OA wanted to hear the story between them. He wanted to know what had happened...wondering if it had to do with what (Y/n) said.

But there was a time and place for that. And now wasn’t the time nor the person for it now.

“You know we weren’t always like this, distant, constantly fighting. Me and (Y/n)...well at one point we were in love. I met her right as she was finishing up medical school and she was still a spitfire as ever. She was always looking out for others, always cared more for them than she ever did herself. It’s why I fell in love with her in the first place, she was always the light of the world. I asked her on a date, though I was sure I didn’t stand a chance and by some miracle she said yes. One thing led to another and we decided to get married.”

“And why are you telling me this?”

“I still love her...I’ll always love her but that won’t change anything. I know I messed up and I can’t be that person for (Y/n)... not anymore.” Warren said, a bittersweet smile appearing. He went to touch (Y/n)’s face, to push away her hair strands that always seemed to get in way though he hesitantly stopped as he was inches away.  “You can though, you care for her a lot. You can give her the happiness I couldn’t.”

“I-I don’t know about that. I-”

“Don’t make excuses, you can’t let someone like (Y/n) slip through your fingers. You can’t let the pressure get to you because that’s what happened to me. I let the bad times get to me and I took it out on her. I made excuses and I did things I regret. Man up and tell her otherwise you’ll lose her like I did.”

“How could you tell?”

“You wouldn’t be here otherwise. And that look in your eyes says it all.” Warren said, smirking a bit. He reached into his back pocket, slowly approaching OA. “Do me a favor and give these to her. They’re long overdue.”

OA looked down at the papers knowing exactly what they were; his and (Y/n)’s divorce papers. A part of him was overjoyed, knowing that after all of this, (Y/n) would be his. That no one else might dare sweep in. But seeing that genuine look of guilt and shame in Warren’s eyes, seeing how he stopped himself earlier, and the way his voice cracked as he tried to stop the emotions that dared to well up.

“You should do it yourself. I’m sure (Y/n) will surprise you.”

“I-I don’t think-”

“I think (Y/n) would say otherwise. Though, I admit I did want to punch you but now, you aren’t too bad.”

“You aren’t too bad either. Not many would give someone like me a chance.”

“You can thank (Y/n).”

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Her fingers traced the outline of her faint bruises, ones that wrapped around her neck to the ones surrounding her eye, the ones that clouded her to cheek to the many others scattered across her aching body. She stared at herself in the mirror, unable to recognize this battered person before her.

Unable to recognize this broken pieces of the person she was. And she hated it...but if anything she hated herself. For not being strong enough, or not seeing all those warning signs; for not ending things before either of them got to this point. 

For not trying hard enough to put him first. To make him feel seen than disregarding him again and again.

For leaving them like this, their lives forever stained by this tragic event. And as much as (Y/n) knew she could blame Warren, she couldn’t. Not entirely at least. Since there was still a part of her who would always love him, since she knew that wasn’t who he was. Since (Y/n) knew she could have done more than letting it pass, to give him chance after chance to clean up his act after he would wake sobbing for the mess he created.

“I’m too kind for my own good.”

“You’re just now realizing that. I mean, come on, (Y/n), you aren’t even pressing charges against him?! Not after all he did.”

“Terrence, I just want us to move on with our lives. I don’t want to go through it all again and I don’t want him to either.”

“He needs to pay for what he did. Or are you going to run back to him after all of this?”

“I’m not too blind to do that.” (Y/n) told her friend, sure the love will always be there but she wasn’t going to run back because of it. She wasn’t going to be in that relationship once more because it was over. A line had been drawn and there was no going back. “I just want to move on, to try and put my life back together. I want to forget what happened and try to go back to some kind of normal. Bit by bit and reliving what happened through a court case...I can’t do that. Not to myself.”

“So you’re going to let him off the hook again? He’s never going to learn, (Y/n). He’ll do that to another woman.”

“But you don’t know that for certain. Terrence, I know you don’t like him now and you don’t know what really happened between us, but Warren is a good man. I’m not going to let this one event brand him as an abuser. I want him to live a good life, to find happiness and love again. One that lets him feel seen. It’s what we both deserve and call me a fool, I just don’t have the heart to go any further. So please, drop it.”

“Fine.” Terrence reluctantly said but as he let the anger and frustration pass, he could see his best friend just needed comfort and reassurance right now. That he had to be there to help put the pieces back together. Because it was clear that going back to what life once was, it was going to be a hard journey. He could see the broken girl in (Y/n), one that wasn’t ready to open herself back up to the world.

He could see the walls that were beginning to rise, something he’d never imagine for her. So everything else didn’t quite matter, not now. Even as he approached her, Terrence could see her figure flinch away.

“It’s be alright. We’ll get through this together and I promise no more judging.”

“Where would I be without you?” A small smile appeared, one they both missed after days of it missing.

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“It’ll take time but she’s going to make it OA.” Terrence said, placing his hand on OA’s shoulder. Giving the agent a small smile as they watched (Y/n)’s chest rise and fall, hearing those somewhat comforting beeps letting them know she was still there. 

They could both rest easy now, knowing that soon enough, (Y/n) would be right there back in their lives. Like she never even left in the first place.

“Thank god.”

“Believe me, we both can finally rest.”

“When do you think she’ll wake up?”

“In the next few days. You’re welcome to stay or you can go home and rest a little. We’ll call you as soon as she’s awake.”

“I want to be there when she wakes up.”

“I’m sure (Y/n) would like that. I’ll get some pillows and blankets then, and OA, take care of yourself too. (Y/n) wouldn’t want to see you worried because of her.”

The silence was interrupted by his phone ringing, interrupting a rather happy moment for OA. But it meant they were possibly one step closer to knowing what really happened.

“OA, there’s been another shooting...and this goes deeper than we originally thought.”

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[mtonino]

Side by Side

Dramma della gelosia (tutti i particolari in cronaca) (1970) Ettore Scola

Challengers (2024) Luca Guadagnino

Da un'idea di @sullecose

[scolachase]

FBI • 6.09

I mean you're made of money so we're good. No I’m made of FBI money okay not Night Nurse money. I wish I would have known that before I had a kid with you. Nina! I'm kidding! That's so bad. I love you.

[thena0315]

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