#stuart scola x you

[bullet-prooflove]

For my dear Scola, how about "It's hard to talk with all these people in your room", please? Charlie Puth's songs are quite inspiring I think

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

References to the events of:

Surrender! Series:

Club Night - Stuart turns up at the club you're at with some surprising information.

Surrender - You surrender to the enemy.

Must Be Love - Stuart wakes up to a nightmare.

Spooky - OA has always had a term for the yours and Scola's synchronicity.

Scars - You struggle in the aftermath of what happened.

Companion piece to:

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.

After the night you spend together Stuart intends to call you the next morning. He hates the way he left things back at the hotel, like it was a one night stand, like you were just one of those girls you used to fuck. The plan is he’ll do it when he gets to the office but instead he’s called into an emergency meeting with Jubal’s team, something he doesn’t understand until he walks into the JOC and sees the picture on the screen.

Austin Wallace stares back at him and Stuart’s taken back to that night, that horrible fucking night when he was tortured within an inch of his life. His heart rate quickens and his lungs constrict. The scars on his chest seem to scratch against the fabric of his shirt and he fights the urge to touch them by tucking his hands into the pockets of his suit jacket.

It isn’t until he hears the sound of your voice that he realises you’re in the room too. You aren’t allowed to lead the meeting due to your personal connection with the case but you’ve been cleared to provide additional information.

“Did you know?” He asks you after the briefing, when he manages to get a minute alone with you in the breakroom. “Did you know last night when we were together that he had escaped?”

“This morning.” You say quietly, leaning back against the counter. “It’s fucking me up a little if I’m honest.”

You’d been forced to watch every single moment of the gruesome shit that Wallace had done to him. You had begged for it to stop but Wallace, he had just kept cutting. It was his way of tormenting you, of reminding you how helpless you truly were.

“I know the feeling.” He says as he takes up residence alongside of you, his shoulder bumping lightly against yours.

“I’m scared.” You tell him, reaching for his hand and clasping it tightly.

“I know.” Stuart says softly as he tilts his head to look at you. “I am too.”

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[thestarrynightslover]

When You Know, You Know

Pairing: Stuart Scola x Reader

Word count: 1,525

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Summary: You and Stuart had been dating for quite a while when it was finally time to tie the knot. Marriage imagine.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the FBI shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So, this is my first Stuart Scola fic and I can only hope that it isn’t too bad. Feel free to send feedback! 

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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As he took in your figure in that gorgeous wedding dress, your fiancé — soon-to-be-husband — couldn't help but drop his jaw.

Stuart Scola had faced a lot throughout his life. From getting to succeed in the Wall Street jungle, to facing his family's judgment for his career change — and losing all of his so-called friends —, to making it in the FBI, with all the mockery that followed him everywhere. Not to mention the job itself, deliberately putting himself in harm's way every day… But nothing had scared or got him as nervous as asking you out for the first time.

It wasn't that you were a scary person or anything because you weren't. He just looked at you like there was no one else from day one, and, because of that, you seemed too good, too much, to ever wanna go out with him of all people. And, somehow, he just knew that you were his only shot, because you'd ruined him for anyone else without even trying.

It was a hot, sunny day when the two of you met: Stuart was working on a case that had him chasing a perp through the streets of New York City, as usual. Everything was going by the same old way until he disastrously bumped into — more like fell on top of — someone, correcting his own thoughts, as he took a look at you beneath him, he began to think of you as the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and, of course, that had to had happened while he was on the job and shamefully on top of, who hadn’t banged your head in the cement solely because the agent’s reflexes had kicked in and he’d quickly put his hand under it. Right as he’d started to lift himself, Scola had a jumpscare out of his admiration trance when his radio sounded, awfully loud: it was OA telling the other agents that he’d caught the criminal, so everybody could stop the chase and head back to HQ. A minute too long after the radio message came through and Stuart didn’t make another move to leave the awkward position the two of you were into, you decided it was time you’d reacted:

“So, um, you’re really not planning on going anywhere, officer?” You asked, mistaking his bulletproof vest for one regular cops would wear.

“Y- yeah, of course, ma’am, I’m so- sorry for the inconvenience,” he started, already the most nervous he’d ever been. “I’m actually an FBI agent but that’s a common mistake.” He said already standing up and helping you up before people stopped going around your lying figure to start going over you. “Are you okay, though?” He asked, truly worried as you hadn’t stated anything else.

“Yeah, I- I think so. My butt took most of our fall though!” You attempted at a joke, only then starting to realize how handsome the guy standing in front of you was. And you’d already found his nervousness cute. The actual thought in your head was: handsome, cute, employed, and polite in NYC? What a catch — okay, maybe your expectations were a tad low. Still, you’d never really had the opportunity to meet one of those in the city you’d moved into not long ago. But what really settled your delight for the man was how flustered he’d looked as he said:

“Maybe I can help with that, back at HQ!” A moment later, he added: “Not in that way! Of c- course, I don’t mean any disrespect of any kind! I just thought that maybe, maybe-”

“It’s okay, agent, um,” you started stopping to read the nametag on his vest, “Scola. I’ll be fine!”

“Oh, please, call me Stuart. If you’d like, of course…”

“Stuart it is, then! I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).” You answered, as a small smile started forming on your lips, mirroring his own smile. That was when he heard in his ear comm the gruff voice of Jubal shouting to his agent:

“Ask her out and get back here already, Scola!” In agreement with the boss, Stuart heard basically his entire FBI team shout:

“Ask her! Ask her!”

So he gulped down and said: “Listen, (y/n), I, uh, was wondering if you may consider going out with me any of these days?” He phrased it so politely that you were barely sure what he was asking but you, obviously, already knew your answer.

“Yes, Stuart, I’d very much like that.”

“Well- Well, I, uh, I’m very glad to hear that! But now I have to go back to work…” He said, starting to turn around but your voice stopped his movements:

“Okay but aren’t you gonna ask for my number?” You asked amused as hell by the man in front of you.

“Ah, yes! Yes, of course!” He said taking out his phone so you could put your number in it.

So, now — as you walked down the church's decorated aisle —, all he kept thinking was that, somehow, you managed to become more perfect every day, and, that he was damn lucky to get to love you. With those thoughts on repeat and with his mouth still open was how you met him at the altar.

"Stuart!" You hissed, "close your mouth or the photos will look awful!" He did as you told him, very slowly. You being that closer to him… Your smell along with all of that princess-like production… How could he possibly think?

"Sorry, darling…" He started to say, still looking very much taken aback. "It's just that… I still can't believe that I'm actually marrying you…" Hearing that, you gave him a bright knowing smile. Same old Stu…

"Huh… Well, then, maybe you'd like to confirm with the priest?" You asked him playfully, just to try and get him back to Earth.

"Uh? Priest, yeah. That sounds good!" But when he turned to the man in the robe, you realized he was actually doing it. “Excuse me, um, sir, but can you confirm that I really am marrying this gorgeous woman?” For God’s sake, you wanted to slap him. To look outraged. To pretend you didn’t know him. But all you could do was grin even more widely than you were already doing. Your stupid, romantic man…

“Yes, my son, I can confirm that. If it’s what you both desire, of course.” The priest answered with a kind smile.

“I can only hope that is what she desires cause there’s nothing I’d want more!” He shot back, giving you a wink.

“Okay, I think we can get on with the ceremony now that you’re no longer looking like a codfish.” You said, trying to sound annoyed while hiding your smile. 

That seemed to convince the priest, who took the chance to salute the guests and the two of you, properly starting your wedding.

Now, you would be lying if you tried to say that most of his words made it to your ears. Just like your soon-to-be husband, you had completely zoned out. He was really going to be yours for the rest of your lives. Stuart Scola. That magnetic force of man was going to be your lover for the ages to come.

And, with that on your mind, you were somehow awakened from your trail of thoughts when the priest asked:

“Miss (y/n) (y/l/n), will you take mister Stuart Scola to be your husband?” To which you happily responded with a sonorous:

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” So it was time for your fiancé to answer his question.

“Mister Stuart Scola, will you take Miss (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your wife?”

“Of course I will, sir!”

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

And, so, your husband did as he was told. Giving you your first kiss as a married woman. And what a kiss! It was a good thing he was holding you, otherwise, your legs might have succumbed.

Following that was the applause from all of your guests and the reception party. All of which seemed to go by in a blur, as much as you kept trying to make lasting memories, and, next thing you knew, it was just you and Stuart at the hotel where you were spending your honeymoon. As you reached the room, before you could barely think about anything, your husband surprised you by taking your feet off the ground, and carrying you bridal-style through the door. About which he just said:

“Traditions are traditions, honey!”

“Oh, Stu!” You squealed out, not caring that the other guests might hear you.

Then, he walked you both to the bed, where he gently laid you, only to start tickling you, who, obviously, burst out in laughter.

“Stu! Stuart, please stop! I can’t breathe!” Hearing that, he immediately stopped.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. The moment he asked it though, you took the opportunity to start tickling him back, which only got you both into an established tickle fight intercaled with quick kisses here and there.

Yeah, it was gonna be a long night…

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Perfect Team

Requested by a lovely Anon ! ! I really hope you like it !!!

awesome! i love jubal sm! my favourite episode is the one where tyler gets taken hostage trying to go ask his friend to surrender and when talking him down isnt working jubal runs at the shooter in attempt to save his son, if you could write something where the reader is one of the agents outside the bookstore when it happens and instantly panics because, well, shes married to jubal and ty is her stepson, and then its just a nice ending when she runs in and sees they are both okay 

A/N: I hope you all love this and I miss seeing Jubal on my screen so much. If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work :)

Y/N’s POV 

Everyone was on panic mode and rushing out the JOC today. There was a suspected school shooting. Everyone was working over time to figure out where it was and when so we could stop it. Hopefully before anything bad happened. 

You all were scanning everything you could. Going through all the social media of kids in the area. Tracking the searches of guns or anything that could help you. In your search something caught you eye. 

It was Hilltop prep. The school that Tyler your stepson attended. You decided to dig deeper in. You didn’t want to tell Jubal right away because you didn’t want to worry him. So you scanned all the kids social media. Was anyone there having trouble at school ? 

Was there any red flags that stuck out the most to you. You got a hit when a kid named Jack and some text between him and Tyler. You decided it was best to step away and look at this information in private. 

You weren’t keeping this from anyone but you also didn’t know what it was and didn’t wanna worry Jubal or put Tyler’s business out there. 

So you took your laptop that you had in your bag. Jubal was working on his desk and he looked over at you when he heard you get up. 

“Everything good” He asked looking at you with a worried face. 

“All good I just gotta ask cyber crimes about something” You lied. 

Jubal seemed to buy it and just shrugged you off and went back to doing what ever he was doing. Which you were grateful for. You knew the second he found out he would have went full overprotective dad mode. 

Which wasn’t a bad thing it was just hard when things meant to be private are being brought into the work place. 

You walked back to your personal desk you had in the back and sat down. When you got re situated you pulled back open your stuff and looked through the messages. Alot of them were about how both boys were struggling. Tyler struggled to make friends because of his cancer. 

Kids were cruel and he had to miss a lot for his treatments. Jack was also another loner without many friends. The two of them talked about normal boy things in the beginning but then things took a turn. 

Jack talked about wanting revenge on the kids who picked on him. Tyler kept trying to talk him down but you knew he was over his head. You could even read in the messages that he wasn’t sure on what exactly to do. 

You knew it was time to loop in Jubal but you struggled on how to approach the matter. But it was so much more than just this. Kids' lives were literally hanging in the balance. 

So you took everything you had and sent to him on his work email. Then you grabbed your computer and headed back into the JOC. By the time you got there Jubal had already been reading them and coming to find you. 

You meant halfway there when he rushed up to you. 

“What the hell is this” He asked 

“Come on not here” you said. 

“Yeah” was all he breathed out. 

He followed down the hallway into a private room. Where he shut the door behind him. He had worry and concern written all over his face. 

“Hey what’s going on” He asked in a softer tone. 

“I was going through kids social all schools. I ran into a kid named Jack who went to Ty’s school. I dug further and found that stuff I sent you” You said. 

Jubal took his hand and started rubbing the back of head something he did when was nervous. 

“Yeah uh who else knows” Jubal asked you could hear the worry in his voice and broke his heart. 

“No one i came straight to you” You said. 

You placed grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze trying to comfort him. 

He softened a little under your touch. 

“Call Ty and see where he’s at I’ll update the JOC where shut down the school and find Jack” You said. 

“Okay yeah yeah sounds good it’s a plan” Jubal said. 

“Hey it’s gonna be okay I promise” You said. 

“I love you” You said to him. 

“I love you” He said he squeezed your hand tight. 

He opened the door and you both walked out and Jubal went straight down to his car and you walked back to the JOC and filled the team in.

Isobel and everyone looked up at you when you walked back in. 

“Everyone hey listen i got something I need to share” 

You hooked up your laptop and put everything on the big screen so everyone could see. 

“I think I know where the next attack is coming from. Hilltop Prep by a kid named Jack he is a loner kid who wants to take revenge out” You said. 

“Wait isn't that Tyler’s school” Isobel asked. 

“Yeah I told Jubal  about it and there is something else” You said. 

“Jack and Tyler are friends but it looks like Tyler is trying to talk Jack out of it but is way 

in over his head right now” You said 

“Yeah for sure where are they now” Isobel asked. 

“Right now it looks like Tyler is on the move and heading towards 15th st” Ian yelled out. 

“Where is Jack right now” Isobel yelled out

“It looks like he’s on 15th not moving” Kelly yelled out .

“Call jubal and let him know where he’s at” Isobel yelled out. 

“I’ll call him on the way I’m on the way over” You yelled out. 

Isobel just nodded at you and you grabbed your stuff and ran out. Your anxiety was high and you were doing everything you could to control it. 

You had so many emotions just running through your head. Was Ty okay ? Was Jubal gonna be okay. 

You didn’t have any kids of your own yet. Your family lived in a different state so when you moved here you were all alone. 

Meeting Jubal and working for the FBI was the best thing that ever happened to you. You finally found a family. 

Jubal’s Kids loved you just as much as he did and you all became super close. So it was hurting you just as much to see Ty going through this. With his cancer and everything else this was way to much for a child or anyone to go through. 

Racing down to the car you pulled out your phone and called Jubal. But of course he wasn’t answering you. 

“Damn it come on” You yelled while people were giving you weird looks. 

You finally made it down to your car and you sped away fast. You tried not to think about the worst case scenario in your head as you broke every single traffic law known to man. 

In record time you made it down to where they were and you saw Jubal just pulling up in front of you. 

Everyone was there you could see the black cars parked to the side not coming out waiting  for the signal to come out. 

You slammed the brakes and got out of the car before it had even come to a full stop. 

“hey “ You yelled over to him.

He turned around and looked at you worry all over his face. 

“Where is he” You asked. 

“Right there” he said 

You turned your head and he was walking around the corner towards Jack. Jubal started walking over but you pulled on him back. 

“Hey wait a minute they could just be talking and if Jack see’s you he might loose control and get spooked” You said. 

Jubal looked at you and it was hard to read his face and know what was wrong. 

“You want me to stay back no way” He said. 

You were cursing in your head because you didn’t want this situation to go from bad to worse. Which to your worse fear was happening right in front of you. 

When Jubal got closer Jack could see him coming and grabbed a hold of Ty. He pulled out a gun and put it on him 

“Hey hey don’t do that put it down” Jubal yelled out.

“Stay away” Jack yelled.

You could feel your anxiety was at all time high and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You watched in horror as Jack pulled Ty into the store behind him. 

Jubal had run over and was able to get in the store. 

OA and NIna along with Scola and Tiff ran out of the cars and you werre right with them. You all were standing in the middle of the street talking about next steps. 

“We need to breech it get in there” OA said 

“No we can’t it’s to risk if Jack gets even more spooked or feels trapped then what he’s dangerous” You said 

“Yeah but we go in through the back then we can take him by surprise” Tiff suggested. 

“No please we have to trust Jubal I know he can get Jack to surrender if it doesn’t get better or were trapped then we will” You pleaded. 

“Fine OA and me will take the back and you all stay at the front if in 10 nothing changes we go in” Nina said. 

“Fine it’s a plan” You said. 

You all got into positions. You were watching the front closely hoping this would come to an end sooner rather than later. 

You couldn’t hear much about what they were saying it was closed off in there. You could feel everything they were though. 

Every second they were in there you were second guessing your decision. Was it the best one ? Should you have breached as soon as you got there. Could Jubal really handle this or was it to personal ? 

A couple of minutes which felt like hours had gone by and you knew what had to be done. You looked at Tiff and nodded at her. 

Her hand reached up to her walkie 

“Its a go guys” Tiff said.

It was like a car crash in that moment. You couldn’t look away your eyes were peeled on the scene. 

Just a few moments later Nina and OA went inside and breached it. Taking Jack from Behind and Letting TY run away. He ran straight into Jubal’s arms. It was such a bittersweet moment. 

You decided to hang back and let them have their space. When they broke apart they walked outside and Ty saw you and ran over to you smiling. He braced you in a hug and squeezing you tight. 

You squeezed him tight and kissing the top of his head. 

“I love you I’m so glad your okay” You said.

“I love you to” Ty said back. 

He let go and Jubal came over and embraced you both in a side hug. 

“I don’t think dad’s gonna be okay though” Tyler said laughing 

“You do know he’s never letting you outside the house again your gonna have to wear ankle monitor to” You said laughing back. 

“He’s got his own task squad now” Tyler said making you both laugh so hard you couldn’t catch your breath. 

“Alright seriously guys this is what were doing now” Jubal said smiling but clearly getting a little annoyed. 

“Oh come on we love you” You said pulling him and Ty into a big hug. Jubal wrapped his arms around you both. When you pulled out you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek. 

“All seriousness though were so glad your okay don’t ever scare us like that again” You said. 

“I won’t I promise I thought I was doing the right thing” Ty said 

“You absolutely did but next time just tell us and let us handle the big stuff” Jubal said. 

“Yeah I guess so” Ty said. 

“ I know what we can do let’s go get abigail and then we can go for pizza and then what ever you want after you pick” You said .

“I can pick anything” Ty asked 

“Yeah i think we can make it happen” You said.

“Awesome i can think of soo much” Tyler exaggerated as he walked away and over to your car.  

“Great who knows what were in for now” Jubal said. 

“I’m regretting everything” You said laughing. 

Jubal looked at you and his face got all serious. 

“Thank you for everything” He said. 

“I really didn’t do anything” You said. 

“You saved my ass and Ty’s had our backs, I love you” He said.

“I love you more and I always will” You said, you took his hand and kissed it making him laugh. 

“Come on let’s get this over with” Jubal said smiling. 

“Oh you love it stop trying to hide it” You said taking his had and walking to the car. 

You all got in and headed out. You were so grateful everyone was okay considering how much of a turn it could have taken. But you were all here and okay and together and that’s all that matters.

[findroleplay]

about the writer

Hi! I am currently looking for longterm fandom roleplays. Before I dive into what fandoms I’m looking for, here’s a little bit about me and my writing style! I am 21+, so I so prefer my partners to be 21 and over. I don’t mind talking over tumblr, but I only roleplay through discord. My preference is oc x canon, although I’m flexible. Sometimes I can also do canon x canon. Also, very double friendly! I play all ships, Igbt+ friendly! I love nsfw content, romance, or mildly dark themes. I’m flexible with replies as well. Some days I can send out multiple responses, sometimes it’s a couple of days before I can reply. I always try to be upfront with my partners!

fandoms

Besides each fandom listed below is a list of people I would like portrayed for me! I’m willing to play any character from each fandom for you in return.

911 Evan “Buck” Buckley, Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz

Criminal Minds Derek Morgan, Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner

FBI Omar Adom “OA” Zidan, Stuart Scola, Jubal Valentine, Maggie Bell

Harry Potter Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Charlie Weasley.

Hogwarts Legacy Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Garrett Weasley

Marvel Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov, Stephen Strange

Riverdale Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, FP Jones

Supernatural Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

contact

If any of this sounds interesting, leave a like and I’ll send you a message!

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[playbucky]

Panic.

Requested by Anon –Hi! First I wanna say you're a life saver. You are pretty much the only one who writes for Stuart Scola and I have the biggest crush on the man. So second, I'd like to request something if that is okay. Would you write something for Scola x reader where they have a two year old kid together? Where the rest don't know he has a kid and they come across the reader and the kid at a crime scene? With a worried scola? Hope you understand and I hope you're willing to write it! If not that is also okay, thank you in advance either way! Characters – Scola x reader, OA, Maggie. Word Count – 534.

‘Shit.’ Scola cursed when he saw the building, then he looked down the street, noticing that your car was still parked down the block. ‘Are you okay?’ OA asked, Scola shook his head before he took off in a jog, quickly flicking his badge at the officer the tape was lifted up for him. Ducking underneath it he started frantically looking around, OA and Maggie shared a look as he frantically ran his fingers through his hair. Messing up the neatly style hair do before he slid his phone out and started dialling a number. ‘Stuart.’ He heard, he whipped around and saw you standing at the edge of the group, Henry was resting on your hip as he jogged over to you. Pressing a quick kiss to your lips before placing one on Henry’s head. ‘We’re okay.’ You told Scola as he wrapped his arms around you. ‘You’re sure?’ He asked, you smiled. ‘Yup.’ You replied, leaning closer to press your forehead against his, waiting for him to exhale. ‘I thought.’ He said, you quickly shook your head, getting that image out your mind. ‘Don’t, we’re fine you should know by now I can defend myself.’ You said, bringing your spare hand up to cup his cheek, feeling his jaw tense underneath it before he nodded. ‘Daddy?’ ‘I’m okay, buddy.’ Scola said looking at Henry who was balancing on your arm, Scola quickly took him from you and pressed another kiss to his head, taking a deep breath. ‘Did you have fun with mummy?’ He asked, Henry smiled and nodded. ‘We had fun, but I think you might want to tell your team about us before they break their brains.’ You commented, Scola looked at you before turning to OA and Maggie that were watching the three of you with wide eyes. ‘OA, Maggie this is my wide Y/N and our son, Henry.’ Scola introduced the pair of them to you, you gave them a smile whilst Henry was more focussed on the people that were walking around behind you. ‘Son?’ OA asked, Maggie nudged him and you chuckled. ‘Yes, you know when two people love each other very much.’ Scola replied, you whacked his arm and looked at you. ‘With the lines of work we’re in, we don’t practically go about mentioning him.’ You explained, Scola lifted Henry higher up with a small grunt. ‘But it’s a pleasure to meet you.’ You said, stretching your had out, Maggie was the first to put a smile on and accept your handshake before OA stepped up, still confused but returned the smile. ‘We better go, you look busy.’ You said, turning to Scola who wanted to object but you were right. ‘I’ll see you tonight baby boy.’ Scola mumbled to Henry, he smiled again. ‘Bye bye.’ Henry said as you took him from his fathers arms, Scola then turned to you. ‘I’ll leave dinner in the fridge, and I’ll be waiting.’ You told him, he nodded. ‘Don’t stay up.’ He said, you narrowed your eyes at him before giving him a quick kiss. ‘You know I do.’ You replied, pressing another kiss to the side of his lips before pulling back and walking away.

[acreativeme]

Surprise! I am Married!

Surprise! I am Married!

Stuart Scola x Reader

Were they still keeping secrets or outright lying? Y/N didn’t know anymore, they had been doing it for that long. They had met 5 years ago, during a conference on human trafficking, and the rest is history. Stuart was working out of the Boston Field Office at the time, and Y/N was the ambassador for the Irish embassy-- who had been in the states for a few months. They had gone out for drinks after the first day ended to talk, as Y/N had gotten a Masters degree in psychology with a focus in human trafficking survivors. 

After the pints kept coming, their conversation migrated from professional to personal. Then it led to them waking up in his hotel room naked the next morning. Not feeling ashamed, Y/N had ordered them coffee and was sitting out on the balcony in his hotel bathrobe when Stuart woke up. 

“I am surprised.” He stated, voice husky from sleep. 

She looked up at him, calmly taking a sip of coffee. “What surprises you this early in the morn?” 

He took the seat next to her. “You are still here, most don’t stay.”

She raised her eyebrow at him. “You do this a lot?”

He shook his head, taking a long sip of his coffee. “Not anymore. I am actually looking for something more… serious.” 

She smiled. “Me too.”

The rest was history, I guess. 

For the next two years, they would rotate making trips out to visit the other as he had to go back to Boston and she was working at the NY embassy. They kept things a secret, so that neither of their governments would think that they were sharing national secrets. It wasn’t until they had gotten married, three years in, that anyone had found out about their relationship. Y/N had decided to apply for dual citizenship with her permanent residency being in the US. Stuart had just been transferred to the New York Field Office, so Y/N had taken it upon herself to get them settled into their new Brownstone. 

She hummed as she stirred the beefy stew, music playing in the background. Y/N placed the lid on her pot as she turned the temperature down on the stove. Now, it just needs to simmer. She thought, moving to take a sip of her wine. 

“I am guilty about everything I eat…” Y/N sang softly as she made her way into the living room. Stuart was supposed to be home any minute and she wanted to be there to greet him as he walked through the door.

Stuart limped as Jubal helped him up the steps of his brownstone. The hospital had given him some pain medication, so he was a little out of it. So out of it, he forgot to mention that he had a wife and that he had not told her anything that happened. Jubal wrestled the keys out of Stuart's hands, as he was struggling to get the key into the lock. 

“It’s going to be okay, Scola. Let’s get you inside.” Jubal muttered, trying to get him into the open door. As Jubal led Stuart through the door, a delicious smell hit them full force.

Stuart sighed, happily. “MMHM. She made her famous beefy stew..” He rubbed his growling stomach.

Jubal frowned. “Who?”

Stuart shot him a wide grin. “My wife! I have a wife and she is a fantastic cook!”

“You have a wife? Since when?” Jubal asked, looking around the entryway.

Stuart giggled, which drew the attention of said wife, “We got married last year. She is a fiery firecracker with biiiiiiiiig boobies.”

Y/N gasped as she stepped out of the living room. “STUART SCOLA!” 

Jubal blushed, trying not to look up from the floor.

Stuart grinned, happy to see his wife. “Y/N! My love!” He moved to hug her, but was quickly denied which caused him to pout. 

“What in the bloody hell happened to you? And we are going to have to talk about how you describe me to your friends, love.” Her tone was both irritated and worried. 

He looked down in shame. “I am sorry, lovie. I got shot on a case and they gave me the good pain medication.” He yawned, rubbing his eyes like a small child.

Y/N sighed, not being able to stay mad at him. “It’s okay, sweetie. Let’s get you into the guest bedroom, can’t have you walking upstairs right now.”

“Will you stay with me?” He asked, sounding like a sick child. 

Y/N nodded. “Yes, love. I just have to turn the stove off.” She turned to Jubal, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway. “I am Y/N, Stuart’s wife. You can come in, I will make you a takeaway container of stew for your trouble.” Her accent thickened as Stuart leaned into her.

Jubal tried to deny it, but Y/N shot him a look that almost made him shit himself. “I will not take no as an answer.” She muttered, leading Scola into the downstairs guest room.

After she got him comfortable, she moved to lead Jubal into their kitchen. “I am sorry you didn’t know about me. We’ve been keeping our relationship a secret.” She stated as she pulled out a large Tupperware container. 

He shrugged, “Everyone has secrets.” 

She froze as she scooped the first spoonful into the container. “We’ve been doing it for so long that it is natural for us not to say anything to anyone. Even after we didn’t have to keep it a secret anymore.”

“Why’d you have to keep a secret anyway?” He asked, hoping that he didn’t sound nosy. 

“I was working for the Irish embassy, when we first met. They have this stupid rule about having relations with the citizens of wherever we are working.” She placed the lid on top, before moving to place a couple of crusty bread in a baggy. He nodded in understanding. “I left the embassy after receiving dual citizenship, to open a private clinic for human trafficking victims.”

His eyes widened. “Serious?”

She nodded. “Yup, Stuart actually suggested it.” She slid the container and baggy across the counter to him. “He is real supportive like that.”

Jubal grabbed onto the warm container, “I am learning that about him.”

She smiled warmly at him. “There is so much to learn about him.” She lead Jubal back to the front door, wanting to show him out. “Thank you for bringing him home.”

Jubal nodded and left.

“Hey!” Y/N called as he made his way down the walk away.

“Yeah?” He asks, turning to face her.

“Do you mind keeping this a secret?” She asked, pleading with her eyes. 

He nodded with a small smile on his face, getting into his SUV without saying anything more.

Now. She thought, closing the door. Time to take care of my high husband.

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Does ANYONE write Stuart Scola (FBI) x reader!? I’m begging you please 😭

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OH SHIT!! almost forgot to do my tuesday roundup xx

ncis: interesting plot to say the least. buried treasure containing a million dollars? had a bitch wanting to do mf puzzles so i can solve that shit!! kind of a twist at the end because like...i forgot about the gym guy and xander did look a lil sus. ANYWAYS, the subplot between tobias and gibbs...it’s kinda dragging but the last bit when gibbs pulled into the drive-thru, he wasn’t met with his friend, despite the fact that tobias told him to meet him at the drive-thru...what is going tf on...also that sweet picture of the cast <33 MY HEART, BITCH!!

fbi: SEXY !! OH MY GOSH IT WAS SO SEXY!! the plot had me FROTHING and the way that...oh my gosh, it was just pure adrenaline pushing me through it. my mans scola <33 he was SO terrified but he knew elise needed a friend and he said i will be right here with you. and the way that they let out a cocaine kingpin....so funny like yeah :) now if they’re gonna pull a stuart x elise -_- also jubal :droolemoji: king always keeping it sexy and sizzling as always UGHH his mind. i have nothing else to say because it comes to show that the world of “crime” shows who the fbi really is....

big sky: ................that ending made me wanna scream. jenny and cassie were THIS CLOSE, THEY WERE LITERALLY ON THE TOP FLOOR AND THE GIRLS WERE KICKING AND SCREAMING BUT THEY COULD NOT BE HEARD. that shit was like....my gosh JUST LOOK DOWN THERE. anyways, the subplot of ronald going after the sheriff’s wife screammm i didn’t even realize it was his wife until she came home that evening and i was like NOW HOLD UP! also the way that the sheriff is a conservative bootlicker...i mean is anybody even shocked??

not sure if ncis or fbi is going on another hiatus because there was no preview :( hold on lemme go check WAITKASDJKLSAJKLDSA N........OH NOOOOOO not another new episode until JANUARY 5TH?? my dad is gonna be like :/

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"sleeping on the couch that night" with this beautiful man? He and his fiancée can't always be all lovey dovey, come on 😆

The exile is self-imposed. Stuart knows what he’s done is wrong, that he deserves to be punished for it, it’s why he’s sleeping on the couch on tonight. He runs his hands through his hair, exhaling deeply. He’s been lying to you over the past few days about where he’s been, what he’s been doing.

He hears the bedroom door click open and he tilts his head to see you standing there clad in his shirt from the academy and very little else.

“Are you coming to bed?” You ask him, your shoulder coming to rest on the doorframe.

He rubs his palm across his jawline before he meets your gaze.

“I’m not sure you’re going to want me to, after I’ve said what I need to say.”

Your eyebrows furrow into a frown.

“I told you I was at the Securities Conference in LA over the last couple of days but that’s not where I’ve been.”

“I know.” You sigh as you sit down beside of him. “You don’t have a tan, like at all. What I don’t understand is why you felt the need to lie to me.”

“I don’t like who I become sometimes.” He says quietly, his hands clasping together. “When it gets to this time of year.”

You know what he means, September is always a bad month for him. The closer it gets to the date of Doug’s death the surlier he becomes, the more closed off. He hates that he shuts down like that, that he snipes and needles and snaps at the people around him because it’s better than admitting how vulnerable he feels, how torn up and angry he is inside.

“I took off to a hotel for a couple of days, I thought I could get my shit together.” He shakes his head with a strained smile. “All I did was drink myself into a coma.”

“It’s ok to need a little space.” You tell him, your hand coming to rest on his. He looks down at your fingers as they entwin with his. “There’s no shame in that, what happened to Doug, the circumstances, it would fuck anyone up. Just… next time you need to take a beat tell me ok? There’s no judgement on my part, I just want to support you the best way I can.”

“I’ll try.” He tells you squeezing your hand tightly. “I promise you I’ll try.”

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Hi~~ Could I have prompt 17 "Rebel girl you are the queen of my world" for New Year's Eve with this man, please?

P.S: thanks for feeding me with all these reblogs with Scola these past few days. It made my days :)

Honestly I am living for these two right now after writing this. Thank you for prompting for this one, it was such a fun one to explore.

You have a reputation, for being a little wild, a little reckless. You think Stuart doesn’t know about it, but he does. You’re a complete pain in the ass to anyone who has the pleasure of supervising you but you’re an expert with explosives and you have nerves of steel. You’ve never faltered in the face of adversity; Stuart's seen it himself. When the chips are down, he’d bet on you every single time.

Which is why he’s standing alongside of you right now while you’re wrist deep in a bomb ignoring the screaming of your boss over your earpiece.

“You should leave Stuart.” You say, your voice terse. “This might get messy.”

“You stay, I stay.” He reminds you and it takes you back to the first time you met.

Him sitting cross legged in the reception area of 26 Fed with a pipe bomb strapped to his chest, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses as you leaned in close. Amber and jasmine, he remembers thinking at the time, something expensive and high end from the subtleness of the notes.

“You should go.” He’d told you as the timer ticked down, your fingers trailing over the wires.

“No.” You’d drawled out the word, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “You stay, I stay. That’s the deal, right?”

There’s a calm in you that surprises him. You’re the shelter in the middle of the storm. The safe space in the midst of all the chaos. He draws strength from that because if you can be solid in that moment so can he.

“We got this.” You'd told him with that beautiful smile of yours. “I promise.”

You reach into your ear and remove the earpiece; Stuart follows suit because the language that’s coming out of your supervisor’s mouth is beyond colourful.

There’s three hundred people in the building above you. They’re trying to evacuate them but there isn’t enough time. That’s the reason you’re still here, if it was just property damage you wouldn’t give a fuck but it’s the people you care about, the lives that’ll be burned up if you don’t do this.

“I need the multi-tool in my top right pocket, but I can’t take my hands out of the casing.” You tell him, your brow furrowing in concentration.

He seeks out the tool, removing it from the vest before taking a deep breath and plunging his hand into the depths of the device. He presses it into your palm, and you take it carefully, grasping it tightly in your fingers before you clamp the wire and snip.

The two of you go still. Stuart’s eyes meet yours and he sees your lips twitch up into a smile. He can’t help but smile back because his girl, she’s a little crazy and that make him a little crazy. You withdraw your hand from the casing and put your earpiece back into your ear.

“The device is disarmed.” You say as you tuck the multitool back into your pocket, tapping your fingertips on it twice for good luck.

There’s silence on the opposite end before your supervisor utters.

“Christ Sasha, you cut it close.”

“Do I get to keep my badge?” You ask him, referring to his earlier threat and Stuart shakes his head because his girl does not pull her punches. “Or do I have to find an alternative means of employment? Stuart always says I’d make a pretty good barista.”

“Just get your ass out here, bomb disposal will be on scene in ten.”

“Copy that.” You say before pulling out your earpiece again.

“You’re such a rebel.” Stuart says fondly as his hands cup your face. His thumbs ghost over your cheeks as he leans in close, his athletic form presses against yours and he can see the excitement in your eyes as his nose trails along the length of yours.

It’s the adrenaline that’s driving him. All he wants to do right now is get you in the back of the SUV and fuck you until your saying his name. You want it too; he can tell by the noise you make when his lips brush over yours.

“Later.” He promises as he tips your chin up to meet his gaze. “Go outside and play nice first, I’ll ruin you when we get home.”

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The Scola Wedding: Stuart Scola x Reader

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Companion piece to Tonight

Stuart pulls out all the stops.

That’s the benefit of having money, it has a tendency to expedite things.

That’s something he has to talk to you about because you actually have no idea how wealthy the two of you are. He’d been planning to discuss it when it came to setting the budget but that had gone straight out of the window when you’d decided to move the wedding up.

When you leave for work that morning, he kisses you until your breathless, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“Leave it to me, I’ll take care of everything.” He whispers against your lips. You’d be happy to get married at the courthouse, but Stuart wants to make it special for you. He wants the romance, the magic, everything he feels when he’s with you. “I’ll text you where and when.”

It’s early afternoon when you get the message, you’re in the middle of completing your after-action report when your phone chimes with a message.

“Botanical Gardens, 7pm.”

You’re late.

During a raid, someone in one of the cover teams finds a batch of TATP that some idiot’s been cooking up in his bathroom, and due to the unstable nature of the explosive, you’re called on site to advise. It ends in a small explosion, nothing too dangerous but by the time you’re on route, there’s dirt smeared across your face and plaster in your hair.

You get changed in the back of your boss’s car, shrugging into the emerald, green dress that you wore the first night Stuart took you out dancing. There’s no time for hair and makeup, you tug the hair tie out and let it fall where it falls. It isn’t until you’re getting out of the car that you realise that you’ve forgotten your shoes. You end up walking down the aisle in green silk and black combat boots.

When you step onto the garden terrace where the ceremony is being held, the breath rushes out of you because the place is absolutely stunning. The sun is just setting as your feet hit the paving stones. The plush greenery offsets the strings of Edison bulbs that emit warm light across the courtyard. The flowers that decorate the aisle are all in fall colours, beautiful pops of red, orange and gold guiding the way.

Tiffany greets you as the music starts up presses an artisanal bouquet of flowers into your hand.

“Be good to him, ok?” She says quietly as she meets your gaze, and you smile because Stuart has no idea how lucky he is with his choice of partner.

“Always.” You promise.

When Stuart looks up and sees you, he can’t help but smile because you walking up the aisle in that dress and those combat boots, it’s exactly who you are and he wouldn’t change that for a minute. He doesn’t remember much about the ceremony, just the look in your eyes and that feeling in his chest as he recites his vows. In that moment it feels like everything is right in his world, like he’s in the exact place he’s meant to be. He hasn’t felt like that in a long time.

The party goes on long into the night, friends and family who couldn’t make it to the ceremony turn up to congratulate you. It’s a merging of your law enforcement families, the FBI and ATF.

You’re still on the dancefloor as the party begins to wind down, Stuart’s cheek pressed against your own as you sway together slowly.

There’s never been a moment more perfect than this.

It’s the best night of Stuart’s life.

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One Night - Stuart Scola x Reader (NSFW)

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It’s meant to be a one-night thing. A way of decompressing after a tough case.

Scola doesn’t expect it to become more, not initially. He just knows that today the two of you were almost blown to pieces and it makes the sex exhilarating. It’s erotic in its own way, the press of your skin against his, the way your lips feel on his as he presses you against the door of your apartment. He almost fucks you right there and but the thing about Scola is, he’s always a gentleman and truthfully, he’s still stiff from the explosion.

You toss your I.D on the table, the words ATF embossed underneath the slender plastic, the lanyards entangling before you guide him towards the bedroom.

His palms run over your body as you straddle his hips on the bed. His fingertips trailing over the scarring that mars the curve of your left shoulder. It feels rough underneath the pads of his fingers. He knows what a burn looks like, that it’s at least a couple of years old. You expect him to stop, to change his mind but he doesn’t. It’s just another part of you, one that he grows to love.

When he fucks you it’s not the way it is with other women. He knows how to have a good time, how to make sure his partner enjoys the experience but with you it’s something else. It’s sensual, low moans in the darkness as the two of you move together, chasing nirvana. He kisses you in the moment, his fingers threading through your hair as you climax on his cock, dragging him over the edge.  

It's a powerful feeling being with you like this, the euphoria consumes him as he comes hard and deep, fucking you through the orgasm because he isn’t ready to let you go just yet.

“What was it?” He asks in the aftermath, his fingertips trailing over your scar.

You fascinate him, he would never admit it if you asked but there’s something about you that he just can’t quit. He doesn’t do this; he doesn’t stick around after he fucks but for some reason right now, he just can’t help himself. There’s a connection between the two of you, there has been since this whole case started.

“Something blew up.” You tell him coyly. “And I didn’t get far enough away.”

“Hm.” He mumbles as his teeth grazing your earlobe, his breath ghosting in your ear. “Well, I’m glad we did this time.”

You smile, his thumb chasing over the line of your jaw before he guides your mouth back to his.

“Yea.” You say, meeting his gaze. “Me too.”

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Hi. It’s me and I have an ask for Stuart Scola. The prompt is: 72. Gun blast, think fast, I think I’m hit. Thank you so much.

You don’t panic in the field, you never have. Whenever your end up in a tough spot your training kicks in, takes over and you get this eerie sense of calm, one that you can’t explain to anyone else. It’s served you well over the years, saved your life countless times, helped you catch the bad guy.

However, all of that goes out of the window the instant you see Stuart go down. The gunshot rings in your ears and you can taste cordite on your tongue as he hits the deck.  You don’t even realise your in motion until your dropping to your knees alongside of him, your trembling hands scrambling over the vest. His eyes are wild, roving as he gasps for breath. The heat of the bullet graces your fingertips, and you tug at the vest, stretching the material around it, ensuring the Kevlar held.

“Baby,” You murmur, your hand cupping Stuart’s cheek as you guide his gaze to meet yours. “Baby it’s ok. The vest caught it. You need to just breathe.”

***

It’s later that night that he wakes up and finds you missing from the bed, his palm smooths across the sheets to find them still warm with the remnants of your body heat. He finds you in the living room, standing by the window, watching the rain as it patters against the window outside. There’s a mug of tea clasped to your chest.

Nighttime tea, he can tell from the scent of lavender.

“Can’t sleep?” He murmurs as he wraps his arms around you, his bare chest coming to rest against your back.

“Bad dreams.” You say quietly as his lips chase over the scar that’s etched across the curve of your shoulder.

“The shooting?” He asks you and you sigh as you lean back against him, your gaze still on the droplets as they cascade down the glass.

You turn around to face him and you have that look in your eyes, that sadness and all he wants to do is take that pain away.

“Sasha.” He murmurs, his hands cupping features, his thumbs soothing along the line of your jaw. “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want to wait any longer.” You tell him as your gaze meet his. “I want to marry you.”

“I want to marry you too,” He smiles, his lips brushing over yours.

The two of you were talking about setting a date in the autumn. You love the fall, the colours, the temperature, the beauty of the season. He’s been researching venues because neither of you want to get married in a church, and he’s not sure about a hotel. He has a friend at the botanical gardens with an in, but he has yet to broach the topic with you.

“I mean right now.” You say softly. “I want to get married today.”

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Heyy girlie❤️👋🏾HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉🥳 I have an ask for my crush right now Stuart Scola ☺️ I love how you are writing for him and making him into such a complex but lovable character! I can’t get enough of your writing for Detective Stuart Scola!!

My prompt is:#6-She tastes like the sunshine kissing me

I need some romance in 2024❤️

Can’t wait to see how you bring this to life ✍🏾👏🏾

GoneGirl! Series:

Trouble at Home

Gone Girl

It’s four months later that Stuart lays eyes on you. It’s a random act of chance. He isn’t even supposed to be in the club that night, but he’s been doing a lot of shit he’s not supposed to be lately. He’s fallen into old habits, the drink, the girls, the partying. He’s trying to chase away that feeling, the numbness that’s crept up inside of him.

He’s become attuned to your presence in the time you were together. He’d know you anywhere. When he sees you on the dance floor, you’re wearing a gold party dress that catches the light when you move. Your hair falls across your shoulders as you tip your head back and sway with the music. He’s had countless women in his bed since you and not one of them has made him feel the way he does in this moment.

When your eyes meet across the club, it’s like electric searing through his veins.

It feels like that first night, the one where he took you to bed.

You don’t speak when you join him at the bar and neither does he. He isn’t sure what the play is here because as far as he knows you’re still undercover, there could be eyes on you right now. His arm brushes against yours and he can feel the heat of your skin through his shirt. You tilt your head up towards him and his mouth goes dry because when he looks into your eyes, he knows your feelings for him haven’t changed. You’re just as in love with him as he is with you.

Your hand comes to rest on his, fingers interlacing. It’s a sign, he knows. That you’re still his despite everything that’s happened. When the bartender appears in front of him, he takes the black Amex out of his wallet and hands it to him.

“Private booth.” He says, his eyes never leaving yours.

The bartender knows exactly what he means, there’s a couple near the back with black sheer curtains, the kind that are meant for intimate liaisons. They’re paid for by the hour. That’s where Stuart leads you.

When he sits down on the plush velvet sofa, he pulls you down with him. You slip into his lap, your thighs straddling his hips. His fingertips trail along the hem of your dress as you lean in close, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses. It’s something dark and erotic, it sends a thrill chasing through him as his finger brush over the black lace of your underwear.

When your lips brush over his, it’s tender and sensual. Something inside of him just snaps, his world has been barren and bleak without you and suddenly he’s immersed in so much texture and colour.

It gets heated after that, his hand on the nape of your neck as his tongue delves into your mouth, his fingertips snagging on your panties, tugging them off. He tucks them into his pocket as your eager hands fumble with his belt.

He moans into your mouth as you sink down onto his cock, your tight, wet, heat encompassing him. His hands come to rest on your hips, his fingers tangling in the fabric of your dress, balling it up in his fists as he thrusts up into you.

You look so beautiful like this, so wild and untamed as you fuck him in a nightclub full of strangers.

“Look at me.” He whispers, his thumb chasing over the line of your jaw, guiding your gaze back to his. “You’ve ruined me for any other woman.”

It’s those words that tip you over the edge, the rawness in his voice. When you come, you take him with you, your molten core gripping him so tightly he has no choice but to surrender. His mouth covers yours and he drinks down your ecstasy like the finest wine.

In the aftermath he holds you close, his fingers combing through your hair as you tuck yourself against him. Around you the party continues but for the moment, there’s just the two of you existing in your own private bubble. It can’t last, he knows that, but God he wants it to.

“There’s no other man that compares to you.” You find yourself telling him. “I wanted to get over you so badly, I was so hurt, so angry…”

It’s a concession, one that he understands. You’re not the only one that’s fucked around, used sex as a way to cope. That’s the whole reason he’d come here tonight but the thing is, there is no getting over you. You’re it for him.

“You didn’t see him on that video Stuart.” You say softly and he hears the sadness in your tone as your fingertips trail over the buttons of his shirt.  “He killed Bradley and he laughed about it; it was nothing to him.”

“I know.” He whispers against your hairline. “I know that’s why you did this, why you had to take this assignment.”

You’re impulsive but you’re also intuitive. You'd had the unique opportunity to get ahead of the man who’d killed your partner, who’d hurt you because bombmakers were like arsonists, once they caught the bug they didn’t stop. Never in a million years would Stuart have let you go this deep and that’s the crux of this whole thing wasn’t it.

Stuart knows he should hate you for it, but it only makes him love you more because his girl, she’s brilliant. She’s found away to insinuate herself in his network, to catch him in the act.

When you come for the king, he thinks. You better not miss.

And you’re coming for Mad Bomber.

That son of a bitch doesn’t stand a chance.

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Hi. It’s me and I have an ask for Stuart Scola. He’s a new char for me and I try to understand his personality when I chose the prompt for him. The prompt is: 31. I know sometimes it will hurt, and you wanna hate me. Thank you so much.

Girl you really gave me some solid inspo with this bad boy of a prompt!

It’s five in the morning when Stuart finally tracks you down.

He’s spent the entire night twisted up in the sheets, staring at the ceiling waiting for the sound of your key in the lock. The two of you have never fought like this. You get your shit out on the table, you talk about your issues, sometimes it gets loud, but you never not show up. You don’t ignore each other’s calls; turn your phone off. You don’t avoid each another.

You’re at the boxing gym, laying into one of the punch bags when he steps through the double doors, pulling down the hood he’s been wearing to keep the rain off. It’s quiet here today, there’s a couple of guys working out in the weight room, but the main body of the gym is empty except for you. You’ve been at it a while he can tell; your hair is plastered to your head and your t-shirt clings to your skin.

“You didn’t come home last night.” He says quietly, leaning back against one of the pillars as he watches you.

“I stayed here.” You tell him, undoing the Velcro on your boxing gloves before setting them down on the bench alongside your gym bag. “Armando keeps a camp bed in the back in case any of the kids are having trouble at home.”

He should have come here first he thinks. This place has always been a safe space for you, ever since your guidance counsellor recommended to your father because you were getting into trouble for fighting in high school.

“Is that what’s happening?” He asks you, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re having trouble at home?”

“What would you call it?” You ask him as you sit down on the bench and begin to unfurl the electric blue wraps from your hands.

“Sasha…” He begins.

“I don’t want to hear it.” You interrupt him, tossing the wraps into your gym bag. “I don’t want to hear how you were just doing your job.”

“What did you want me to do?!” He asks you exasperated. “Ignore the fact there was prosecutorial misconduct going on, I’m sorry that this is the fall out…”

“The fall out…” You laugh and it’s a bitter sound, one that grates across his nerves because you’ve never been like this with him, not throughout the entire time he’s known you. “The fall out is the man who killed my partner, who gave me the scars on my back is going to walk free because of a technicality.”

“I know.” He tells you, his voice lowering an octave as his palm rubs over the back of his neck. “And if I could change that I would…”

“You don’t know! Because it isn’t happening to you!” You snap at him, raising to your feet. “You don’t know what it was like back then, recovering in the hospital, attending Bradley’s funeral, trying to move forward without the only person who actually understood me, who gave a shit about me.”

He can hear the emotion in your voice, the anguish, the rage and above all the grief. You never really recovered from losing Bradley, the same way that he never recovered from losing Doug. He sees the tears on your lashes, and he wants to reach for you but the look on your face stops him.

He knows you’re withdrawing from him, cutting him off because all of that hurt it’s just too much to deal with right now and if there’s one thing, he knows about you it’s that you can’t stand for someone else to see your vulnerability, sometimes even him.

In this case especially him.

Afterall it was his investigation that uncovered the litany of errors, his work that overturned that conviction.

“What’s the plan?” He asks you, hoping to appeal to your sense of logic. “You stay here until you decide to come home?”

“I’m not coming home.” You tell him forcefully, withdrawing something from the side pocket of your gym bag. It isn’t until you place it in his palm that he realises that it’s the engagement ring.  “I'm sorry Stuart but I’m done.”

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Hi. 👋🏻 This is an ask for Stuart Scola. The prompt is: 44. In her kiss, I taste the revolution. Thank you so much.

References to upcoming fic: Stillwater

There’s a wildness in you, there always has been. It’s one of the reasons Stuart fell in love with you, you brought chaos into his carefully ordered life, unpredictability. Everything before was structured, a way of asserting control after Dougie’s death, you’d shattered that completely and Stuart has never looked back.

You’re in this lap, straddling his hips, your chest pressing against his as you kiss him like he’s never been kissed by another woman. His hands thread through your hair, fingers gripping the strands in his fist as he thrusts up into you.

You’re out of control tonight, furious, unruly. He knows where this stems from, what’s driving you. You’d been away in Europe for almost two weeks when a women he’d slept with in the past had tried to woo him, she’d broken into your home, attempted to seduce him with breakfast in bed.

You aren’t a jealous woman but you are territorial.

You don’t need to remind him who he belongs to, he’s known since the first night you took him to bed. This right now, it’s for you.

“Say it.” You whisper against his lips, your breathing ragged, your skin flushing that pretty shade of pink. He has you on the cusp, teetering on the edge. Your eyes burn so fucking bright but there’s an insecurity there, one that you will never admit to.

“You’re the only one Sasha.” He promises as he fucks you up into you. “The only woman I’m ever going to love.”

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