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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

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA La Prealpina di Oggi giovedì, 25 luglio 2024

[zillace]

Tiffany Wallace & Stuart Scola

FBI — 7.01 Abandoned

[sundaynightfilms]

We All Loved Each Other So Much, 1974

[fidjiefidjie]

Quelques pas de danse ... 👌

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

👋 Bel après-midi

[lamiaprigione]

Dramma della gelosia (tutti i particolari in cronaca)

[girlwhodoeskratom]

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

[mtonino]

Side by Side

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

Challengers (2024) Luca Guadagnino

Da un'idea di @sullecose

[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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[mariwatchesmovies]

Sing Sing (2024) dir. Greg Kwedar cine. Patrick Scola

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[thena0315]

BrOTPs

[zillace]

6 years of FBI

2018 —

[sundaynightfilms]

We All Loved Each Other So Much, 1974