#stuart scola x reader

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Three things for Stuart Scola please!

French toast, communication and evening

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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.

Not How It Works - Stuart knows how it never works that way with you.

Runaway - OA catches up with you before you can do something stupid much to Stuart's relief.

It takes you an hour to come out of the bathroom. Stuart can tell you’ve been crying because you’re eyes are red rimmed despite the fact you’ve used a washcloth on your face. He’d hoped the smell of French toast would be enough to lure you out and seems like he was correct.

You don’t say anything as you sit down on one of the breakfast bar stools, instead you fold your arms on the work surface and place your chin on them, watching him.

“You know this only works with communication.” He says gesturing between the two of you before he uses a spatula to shift the French toast onto a plate. He sets it down in front of you with a knife and fork and you huff in response to his statement. “Sasha, we have a kid now, you can’t just-”

“We don’t have a kid.” You remind him, pointing the fork in his direction. “You have a kid, one whose life is currently being derailed because of a monster I brought into it.”

“Sasha.” Stuart says taking up the seat across from you. “I think we need to get on the same page about a few things, we need to figure out if us being together is a product of the safe house or if this family is something you actually want.”

You sigh as you pick at your food, trying to organised your scattered thoughts.

“I really don’t think I’m in a good space to have this conversation right now.” You tell him frankly.

“OK.” Stuart says, his gaze slipping down to your uneaten food. “And I don’t think there should be any more midnight tiptoe between the two of us. I think it’ll confuse Jack if you do decide this isn’t for you.”

“OK.” You say softly, pushing away from the breakfast bar and raising to your feet. “I’ll be in my room if there’s any news on Wallace.”

You don’t come out for the rest of the evening.

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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…

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What IF

A/N: I'm a little rusty so I hope this isn't to bad and I hope you all enjoy it ! :)

OA X Reader 

Life was always about What If’s, What if I didn’t take this Job, What if I never let home,

What if I actually cared about myself for once. Were you where you thought you would be in life absolutely not. It just felt like the world was passing you by and you were just stuck. 

Everyone was moving on with their lives and you never got up. You never crawled out from that space.

What if you didn’t stay behind. What if you just moved on with your life and worried about yourself for once. 

Your parents had you when they were older. So when you got older they needed someone to take care of them.

Your sisters just kind of moved on and you stayed behind they needed you. So you did the right thing well you thought it was.

You had exciting opportunities to go off to school and be something but you did what your heart was telling you to do. 

But things were changing in your life. You were getting older and you wanted to move on and have a life of your own.

You spent your life taking care of others so now it was time to take care of you. 

OA had invited you to come down to New York to be with him.

You needed him and god knows how much he needed you. That’s why when he asked you he was praying so hard you would say yes. 

The two of you meant back in middle school. You didn’t live in the state but you had opportunities to travel with your school and go to events and even summer programs.

You meant OA at a summer program and from there you guys were inseparable. 

When you moved back home he wrote to you, called you every day.

You guys would visit each other during summer and breaks. All these years never losing touch. You guys were each other's safe spaces. 

His family life was hard and so was yours.

So when talking to each other being with each other it felt peaceful and quiet and the nose wasn’t there. When he joined the army it didn’t change anything between you two.

OA instead never felt closer to you. He thought of you all the time while he was away

. He carried a picture of you everywhere he went. He still did to this day. He even wore the matching necklace you got him before he deployed to keep him safe while he was away. 

OA had been going through a lot in the moment. Work had taken its toll; he just lost another relationship. He had been missing you lately a lot, needing his home and comfort to come back to him. 

You been needing him to. Life lately has just been hard, not even with your parents, just everything.

You wanted  a fresh start. Maybe you had been sending some signals out there hoping he was picking them up. 

You just felt like a pull to him, not that it wasn’t already there it just had been getting stronger. Was needier  the right word?

But you just never wanted to come out and ask him, that’s one thing in this world you hated was being a burden. You didn’t want to make it seem like he didn’t have a choice. 

So when OA called you that one night asking you to come down to New York for the weekend you jumped on the chance. Packing your bags as soon as he hung up the phone. 

You were so excited to just get away and see him, You were counting down the days everyday that it got closer you felt yourself getting more and more excited. 

When the day came you woke up early and already had your outfit picked out

You got to your bus stop like an hour early just because you didn’t want to miss it. You did have nerves because you were worried he would get called into a case. 

But you tried not to let yourself think like that. You tried to stay positive and be happy you were just going. 

The bus ride felt like it was forever even though you knew it was only for a short time.

You and OA had been texting you the entire time. He was telling you how excited he was and how he was planning this amazing trip with you. 

You didn’t care what you did you were just glad you were going to be with him.

Finally after about what felt like 3 days but was really only 3 hours you were back in NYC. You ran off the bus nearly knocking everyone down with you. 

When you got off the bus OA was standing to the side and his smile was so big and bright as soon as soon as he saw you.

You ran right over to him nearly knocking people out of your way. 

OA wrapped you in a tight embrace and you wrapped your arms around him. Afraid to let him go like it was all going to be a dream. 

After a few minutes you two finally let go and grabbed your stuff and headed on out

. OA refused to let you carry your own bags. The two of you talked to each other the entire time like you hadn’t seen each other in years even though you all talked to each other the entire time. 

Everything was just so easy with him like you two just had this connection where you two could just pick up and everything just flowed out with one another. 

After making it to his apartment he helped you inside and his apartment was incredible. For a guy he had it well maintained. 

“Hey look come here” OA said smiling 

He took your bags and walked you down the hallway and you were really curious as to what he was doing. He walked you into a room that had a freshly made bed and it had been clearly cleaned out. 

He sat your stuff down and just looked up at you with the biggest smile on his face. 

“What’s going on” You asked smiling back with also a confusing look on your face. 

“This is for you” OA said 

“For me this is to much for a weekend i mean you cleary did some work in here last time it was a mess with clothes and boxes and everything” You said now just more confused than ever.  

OA had started twisting his ring something he always did when he was nervous and you could tell he was ramping up to something that he was to afraid to ask. 

“Come on what is it” You said smiling and grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the bed and making lay flat. The two of you were looking at each other in the eyes .

“ I uh was hoping it was for more than a weekend thing” OA finally let out 

“What do you mean: You asked you were still playing with his hand. 

“I mean I want you to stay with me like move in me and you” He said squeezing your hand. 

“Why what’s going “ You asked with concern in your voice 

“Nothing i mean I just miss you I need you here with me and I know you want out” OA said ..

You really didn’t say anything to him, you didn’t want to be a burden, did you put pressure on him to ask, thinking back to conversations you had previously had. 

“Hey hey this is me asking because I want you here I need you here” OA said 

You didn’t know what to say you were taken back in the moment at the gesture. 

“Are you sure” You asked 

“Absolutely i need you here I want you here I’m sick you always being so far away from me” OA said. 

“I need you to yeah I need to come you know like I think it’s time I move on and start fresh” You said 

“That is what you deserve to be somewhere else to think about you first and If i’m being honest I’m being a little selfish” OA said smiling at you. 

You smiled back at him 

“Mm oh yeah what’s that” You asked 

“I kind of need you here with me, things have been kind of rough work, everything else and It’s just I miss you and having you here with me and being around you makes everything just so easy” OA said 

“That’s not selfish, it��s incredibly sweet and honest and same though to, I miss being with you having fun and having my person next to me it’s just peaceful next to you” You told him 

Your face turning red when you said it. 

OA let go of your hand and reached out and took his hand and traced your face with his hand.  You meant his eyes with yours and you both just kind of took each other in. The moment felt so surreal and you could feel your heart racing and your breath was shaky. 

You felt like you were gonna pass out but you weren’t your knees just felt so weak.

OA leaned in a little and you meant him half way. It just felt like a huge moment was leading for this. He kissed you and you kissed him back. 

It was nice and slow and you felt like you both were just getting to know this side of each other.

It was so different and it was so new. You felt like you were in high school. Just getting your first kiss for the time. 

You didn’t even realize how long this kiss was until you both felt yourself needing to come back in for air.

When it broke OA put his forehead on yours and you both just laughed. Both just gitty and overcome with so much emotion. 

OA lifted his head up after a few moments and you both just took a few moments to be there with each other.

And soak all this in a moment you were looking for so long. 

“I uh” You both started at the same time. Which made you both laugh. 

“You go first” You said 

“Me first so much pressure” OA said laughing 

“I need to get my feelers before I speak” You said 

“Ouch that bad” He said. 

“Mmmm your gonna find out” you said. 

“Well in that case let me tell you just in case” OA said

He kind of sat up a little bit and cleared his throat. 

“I’m just going to say this and get it out my chest, I love you and not just as a friend or more because were more than friends and I love you more than all of that. I love you more than anything you are my person and my everything. I miss you when your not here when I come home and it’s empty without you here, everyday I pray for something more with you and now i think that time is finally here it’s finally coming true” OA said 

He had a tear come out of his eye and he just looked at you smiling and his face was all bright red and you could tell he was also getting nervous in all this. 

You grabbed his hands and tried not cry in all of this because if you did you would never be able to get the courage to tell him everything you wanted to. 

“Man I knew i should have went first” You said 

And OA looked you a bit nervous and he looked like he was going to have a panic attack so you hurried up and moved it along for the sake of his mental health.

‘“I love you to like more than just friends and like you said more than what our current situation is. I just never thought I was good enough for you. I mean your successful and you have a career and me I don’t have any of that going on. I mean i guess I really never thought you would ever think of me in that way. So i never said anything because I didn’t want to loose you, your to important to me” You said now it was your turn to be a nervous sweaty wreak. 

OA looked at you and he was hurt by what you said. How you could think so little of yourself. When you were everything he ever wanted. 

He grabbed your hands and he squeezed them hard looking at you. 

“Hey look at you, you're amazing and your kind and you always give everyone a hundred percent. And anyone would be lucky to be with you, you have so much to offer and this isn’t your whole story you still have so much to give, and you are worth so much more than what your feeling right now” OA said 

You smiled at him and you could feel your heart beating out of it’s chest. You also started to let a tear roll down. 

“This is going to be good you know for the both of us. I know it we deserve to give ourselves a real shot a real beginning to start over you know. Its what we earned to see where this can go.” OA said 

“What ever happens though were gonna be okay right were always be there for each other right” You said. 

“Always” OA said 

He leaned in and kissed you again this time it was a little more rough this time with a different kind of meaning behind this time.

He wasn’t testing the waters this time he was giving you everything he had. 

You gave him everything you had as well. Like all those feelings were coming out

you were just being yourself not feeling so worried and timid and it was so much more than what you could have imagined.

All those butterflies were coming out of your stomach and working its way out.

Again just as earlier you felt yourself needing air. And it broke and you both just laughed at each other. 

“Let me take you out tonight like for real I wanna do this the proper way. I don’t want to rush I want to enjoy it you” OA said

“I would like that very much” You said 

OA got up and got off the bed, saying a quick goodbye in order to leave you alone for a moment. 

You got up and smiled and looked around your new room. It was beautiful it was big and it had a beautiful view of the city. And there was your favorite color sheet on the bed. And some fresh flowers  were sitting on the dresser. 

OA really put some thought into make it feel like home for you. Something you failed to notice earlier. 

You always wondered what If with OA. He was the always the one who you thought about the one who “got away” in a sense.

Now the crazy part was you didn’t have to wonder anymore. For the first time you felt free and happy. And you put yourself first for the time ever. 

Finally being free from everything you felt happy and okay and a weight was gone and this was just the beginning.

You could start over and do what ever you wanted and that was something you longed for.

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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.

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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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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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From the "The Tortured Poets Department Prompt List: Part One" can I please request prompt #9 "Now, pretty baby I'm runnin' back home to you" for Stuart Scola Please 🙏

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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.

Not How It Works - Stuart knows how it never works that way with you.

Stuart has his phone in his hand, his thumb hovering over Jubal’s number when you walk back through the front door. OA lingers a step behind you, his face troubled as you tuck your trembling hands into the pockets of the black hoodie you’re wearing. You don’t look at Stuart, you merely glide past him and into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind you.

“Tell me she can’t get out the window in there.” OA mutters as he takes your service pistol out of the pocket of his windbreaker and sets it down on the table alongside the note Stuart found on the nightstand.

“Not a chance, she’d have to be slenderman.” Stuart reports, staring down at the weapon. “I’m guessing you caught her trying escape over the back fence.”

“She seems to forget I used to be a ranger.” OA responds crossing his arms over his chest. “She gave me a mouthful too, I’ve learned a couple of new words today.”

“She’s frustrated.” Stuart sighs as he leans back against the counter in the kitchen. “She doesn’t have her usual outlets and it makes her… impulsive.”

“I know this is a very tough situation for all of you.” OA states, crossing his arms over his chest. “Which is why I’m overlooking the fact she took her service pistol for a walk.”

There is no doubt in either of their minds what your intention was when you left this morning. It’s by the grace of God that it was OA on duty, a man whose known you almost as long as Stuart has, than any other agent. You seeking out Austin Wallace will only end in two ways, you dead or in prison and Stuart would really like to prevent that if he can.

“Look, I’ll come over later and bring my boxing pads.” OA says, rubbing his palm over the nape of his neck. “I can spar with her in the basement, get her to work off some of that excess energy. That girl, she really needs to hit something right now.”

“I’m sure she’d appreciate that.” Stuart says, matching OA’s stance. “Now if you could find a way to incorporate that into your schedule three times a week while we’re here, you’ll be getting a coffee of the month membership for the rest of your life.”

“Hopefully it won’t be for long.” OA tries to reassure him. “We think we have a bead on Wallace, he’s reached out to some of the contacts Sasha gave us. They’ve set up a meet for tomorrow.”

OA doesn’t mention what kind of meeting has been set up but Stuart isn’t an idiot. Those contacts of yours, they’re arms dealers, people who specialise in acquiring weapons. Wallace isn’t looking to get out of the country with a new I.D, he wants vengeance on the woman that stole his voice by wrapping a chain around his throat, shattering his voice box.

The scars on his chest begin to itch because there’s a reason you almost killed Austin Wallace, Stuart has a whole artwork of them etched into his skin.

“That should ease her mind a little.” Stuart tells OA as he hears Jack stirring in the other room. He picks up the gun off the table, opening one of the cupboard doors before he places it on the highest shelf, towards the back so his son can’t reach it.

“How about I go deal with Jack?” OA suggests, placing his hands on his hips. “And you can work on getting Sasha out of the bathroom.”

Stuart sighs before shaking his head. He’s been here before with you, the lack of eye contact, the trembling hands, he knows a meltdown when he sees one. He also knows that you need a little space when you get overwhelmed, which is why you’ve turned on the shower as a way of drowning out the rest of the world.

“She just needs some breathing room.” He tells OA as Jack’s bedroom door opens and his son hurtles towards his favourite uncle. “She’ll come out when she’s ready.”

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"It’s time to say the things he truly feels" with Scola? I'm scared but we'll have to face it one day or another

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Companion piece to:

Little Changes - Stuart notices when you start to make little changes.

The Last Time - You and Stuart face a problem regarding your wish to start a family.

Fresh - You decide you need to start fresh.

Seduction (NSFW) - You decide to seduce Stuart.

Jack - Stuart discovers that he fathered a child with Nina.

Stuart’s marriage ends not with a shouting match or raised voices but with a simple declaration.

“I can’t do this.”

The words roll off your lips as you stare down at a picture of your husband’s son, the one he didn’t father with you. You don’t understand in that moment how fate can be so cruel, how it can take away your ability to have children and then give him one of his own.

“I have to.” Stuart tells you, his voice raising just a little. “Sasha, he’s my son. I can’t just leave him out there to fend for himself.”

“I know.” You say as you push the photograph back towards him. “I don’t expect you to.”

He understands then in that moment that it’s over. You can’t cope with this upheaval in your life, not after everything you’ve already been through.

“I’ll pack a bag.” You say despondently as you raise to your feet. “I’ll have my stuff out by the time you come back from L.A with Jack.”

He understands what you’re giving him in that moment, a fresh start with his son. A life with just the two of them. He doesn’t follow you out the room or try to stop you. He doesn’t see the point. You buried your dreams of having a family, for you there is no going back.

You don’t say goodbye when you walk about the door, you simply leave, closing it softly behind you.

You stay true to your word, when he gets back from L.A with Jack, there isn’t a trace of you in the house. It’s as if you never existed. The only difference is the room you had planned to use as a nursery. You’d repainted it after you discovered you couldn’t have children, planned to use it as a home office. Instead there’s now a child’s bed in it, along with furnishings, some clothes, toys and books. It’s your final gift to him he realises. The thing he was worried about the most was Jack not having his own room for the first few weeks but you’ve already taken care of that.

He tries to call you that night when he gets Jack squared away but your phone goes straight to voicemail.

It’s  a week later that he decides to call you at work, you aren’t picking up the phone, you’re not answering his texts. He’s worried about what this has done to you, that you’ll be drowning your sorrows in some shitty bar in a different borough.

“I’m sorry Stuart.” He’s told when he gets through to your supervisor. “They offered her a assignment in Europe over the next year, she left for Budapest this morning.”

He doesn’t hear from you at all after that, not until the divorce papers turn up in the mail six months later, already etched with your signature.

You want to be free of the burden of it all, he thinks.

He signs them and sends them back to your lawyer the next day.

His life changes as it does when you have a child. He makes the move to White Collar, a safer job with regular hours so he can spend his evenings with Jack. He’s loving, attentive, a good father. His son becomes his entire world and there isn’t much space for anything else.

It’s two years later that he lays eyes on you for the first time. He’s attending a law enforcement conference in the exhibition centre, when you step out onto the stage to cover a talk for a speaker whose taken ill. For a moment he’s stunned, he doesn’t know what to do, but then the session starts and it’s impossible for him to leave without causing a fuss so he sits back to watch instead.  

You’re captivating. Engaging, funny, dynamic, everything he remembers and more. This is what it’s like, he recalls, to get swept away in you. You make it so God damn easy. He heads to the bar when the talks over because he needs something to take the edge off and that’s where finds you, sitting alone, sipping from a wineglass, your gaze focused on the TV fixed into the wall.

“Sasha.” He says softly as you tilt your head towards him and those eyes, they have Stuart falling in love all over again. “Will you let me buy you a drink?”

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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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"And I’ll dream each night of some version of you That I might not have, but I did not lose" with Stuart Scola, pretty please??

Tagging: @trublu2u @burningpeachpuppy @district447 @stelacole @kmc1989

Little Changes - Stuart notices when you start to make little changes.

The Last Time - You and Stuart face a problem regarding your wish to start a family.

Fresh - You decide you need to start fresh.

Seduction (NSFW) - You decide to seduce Stuart.

Stuart still dreams about you being a mom. He thinks about it everytime you’re in the vicinity of a child, picking up a fallen toy or stopping one from running out into the road. You’d be the fun parent, the creative one.

For you that dream has died, you’ve buried it, grieved for it…

“I’ve accepted it,” You tell him your first day returning to the field in two years.  “There’s no point in keeping my life on hold for something that’s never going to happen.”

The whole thing wrenches at his chest because he knows that having a family is still within your reach, that you still have options but you won’t even consider them.

“Surrogates change their minds, adoptions fall through.” You tell him when he tries to discuss it with you one morning over breakfast. “I can’t face that level of uncertainty.”

He can tell the conversation is over because you get up and head upstairs to take a shower.

The thing is, you may have moved on but Stuart hasn’t. He hasn’t told you that he still keeps a tiny stuffed panda in the top drawer of his desk at work, he bought it the first time you took a pregnancy test because he was so sure it would take. He takes it out when he’s alone sometimes, runs his fingers through it’s fur.

That’s what he’s doing when Jubal escorts the social worker to his desk, the one that’s apparently been trying to track him down over the last few days.

“I don’t understand, I’m not working any cases with kids.” He says as he tucks the panda back in the drawer and closes it.

“This is more of a private matter.” She tells him.

It’s in the conference room he learns he has son. A  three year old called Jack.

Back when you broke off the engagement to go undercover Stuart fell into old habits, drinking, fucking. One of the people he did that with was Nina Chase…

Nina Chase who had recently been killed in action during a raid on fentanyl lab.

Nina Chase who he had apparently gotten pregnant after a one night stand and had neglected to mention that the last time they ran into each other on case.

“Are you sure?” He asks the social worker because right now his head feels like it’s going to explode and he has no idea how the hell he’s supposed to feel.

“You’re listed on the birth certificate and in her will.” The social worker confirms as she removes the documentation from her satchel and pushes it across the desk towards him. He flicks through it, studying the details intently. It’s when he sees a picture of Jack that something just clicks, the kid has his eyes, the exact same shade of blue.

It’s the letter that comes with the will that confirms what he’d already guessed. The two of them had hooked up a month before you walked back into his life. By the time she found out she was pregnant you were back together, engaged again. She hadn’t wanted to fuck that up.

He’s waiting for you in the kitchen when you get home, a glass of whiskey in his hand and the documentation in front of him.  

“I know that face.” You say as you set your bag down on the kitchen counter. “That’s the ‘you’ve done something I’m not going to be happy with’ face.”

You come to stand in front of him, your hands resting on your hips and his heart pounds in his chest because this, this is going to upend your entire world and truthfully he doesn’t know where you’re going to land.

What he does know is, he’s going to raise his child, with you or without you.

“Sasha.” He says softly as he pushes the file towards you. “We need to talk.”

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"And I told everybody I was fine for a whole damn year" with Scola, please? Obviously make it 2 years

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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.

It’s past midnight and you’re sitting inside a safe house, deep in the suburbs staring at the Sylvester Stallone’s frozen features on the TV in front of you because you are positive you can hear someone tip toeing in the hallway outside your assigned bedroom.

It’s a second later you hear Stuart’s light rap on the door. It opens to reveal the man himself standing there in a navy blue t-shirt and plaid pyjama bottoms. You remember the nights where he wore nothing but black Calvin Klein boxers that clung to him in a way that was almost unholy.

Having a son has changed your ex-husband in ways you never could have imagined. After watching his interactions with Jack you can see he’s softer these days, more patient. There’s a joy in him that you know you never could have given him, even if you had stayed together and Jack hadn’t come along.

You expected it to hurt more, being around the two of them but instead of pain you’re plagued by a sense of wistfulness. You made the right decision by leaving. Your guilt and your bitterness over your condition wouldn’t have created a healthy environment for Jack to step into and he needed support at the time, he needed love and stability. You would have only brought turbulence.

“Can’t sleep?” You ask Stuart and he shakes his head as he leans in the doorway, unwillingly to cross some unseen boundary. Even now he’s thinking of you, of the stress this situation must be causing you. “Wanna watch Tulsa King with me?”

“Is it as bad as it sounds?” He asks as he steps over the threshold, watching as you shift the pillows against the headboard for him.

“It’s pretty fun.” You tell him, resetting the series to the first episode.

“Under the sheets?” He questions, gesturing at the quilt. “Or over?”

You know what he’s really asking.

Do you want me close? Or do you need space?

“I don’t mind.” You tell him honestly.

He climbs under the sheets with you, his shoulder bumping against yours and you’re taken back to last night, the two of you tangled up in one another in a hotel room before he’d received that phone call telling him he needed to leave. You know he must be thinking about it too from the way he unconsciously plays with his ring finger.

“It doesn’t hurt-” You find yourself saying into the space between you. “-seeing you with Jack. I thought it would but it doesn’t.”

“I worried.” He admits, tilting his head so he can study your features. “About what it would do to you being cooped up like this with us. I half expected to find you climbing out the window because you couldn’t take it anymore.”

You laugh then because it’s certainly something you would have considered in the past.

“The old Sasha definitely would have.” You tell him the edges of your mouth tipping up into a smile. “But this Sasha, the one that’s had time and therapy to deal with her issues, not so much. Besides I’m getting too old to shimmy down drainpipes.”

It’s his turn to laugh and you’ve forgotten just how much you love that sound.

“Did it help?” He asks you, rolling into his side and you mirror his posture so the two of you are face to face. “Taking some space, getting some distance?”

“It did.” You tell him as you prop you head up on the pillow. “I wasn’t as focused on the problem, I could look at it objectively in a way I couldn’t when I was here in New York.”

Stuart nods his head in understanding, before he reaches out and tucks an errant strand of hair back behind your ear.

“I’ve told everyone that I was fine for the past two years.” He tells you, his thumb tracing over the blush of your cheek. “And then you walked back into my life and I realised I wasn’t, not really. I was just existing but I wasn’t actually living. I was just being what he needed because I had to be, my life became about him because the rest of it… it’s empty.”

You understand exactly what he means. You’ve enjoyed every single one of your new experiences over the past few years but there’s still this void inside of you, this space that can only be filled by the man who lies across from you.

“I’m back in New York now.” You tell him, your lips brushing over his pulse point as you clasp his palm to your cheek. “They offered me a position setting up a training hub here in the city so maybe we could try again, see where that leads us.”

He smiles then and the expression on his handsome features, it just lights up your entire world even after all these years.

“Oh Sasha.” He whispers as he leans in close, his lips brushing over yours. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

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Hi I just discovered your blog and I’m so happy to see someone writing fic for the FBI show!

Can I request Scola + Stealing kisses at the break of dawn?

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Companion piece to Little Changes - Stuart notices when you start to make little changes.

You aren’t in bed when Stuart wakes up, your side is vacant, the sheets cold. He sighs because this is the third night in a row he’s woken up alone and he’s concerned it’s going to become a habit.

He finds you in the living room, curled up under the couch blanket, a cup of tea clasped to your chest as the TV plays in the background.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asks you as he sits down on the couch alongside of you.

“What’s the point?” You ask him, your gaze fixed on the TV as your palm rubs over the nape of your neck. “It doesn’t change anything.”

You’ve been like this since the appointment with the fertility doctor, since you found out you’re the reason that the two of you can’t have kids. You’d been trying for over a year before you decided to see a specialist. You thought she’d tell you it was just stress, that you needed to cut down on your hours, relax a little more instead the news was worse.

You were in menopause, early onset.

Apparently there’s a history of it in your family. You’d had no idea because you don’t speak to your mother and your father hates discussing ‘women’s things’.

You’ve become withdrawn since then, burying yourself into your work, staying out late. A couple of times he’d found you at the bar alone, drinking whiskey and studying your phone. He knows you’ve been looking up ways to reverse it, researching, he also knows you’ve come up dry. There’s nothing you can do and that’s the part that’s got you twisted up in knots, you’re used to fighting your problems and this is something you can’t.

“Sasha…” He says softly, his hands cradling your face between his hands. “This is not your fault.”

He can tell you don’t believe it, he can see it in your eyes. He wishes there was something he could do to take away the pain but the agony you’re feeling, he feels it too. The difference is he’s pragmatic, he knows there’s other options, he’s open to them but right now you’re not. The anguish, it’s too raw, too recent.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” You say quietly as you climb into his lap and begin to undress. “I just want to forget.”

You fuck him hard, the light from the sunrise cascading over his bare skin as you kiss him like it’s the last time, because for you it is the last time. This is your gift to him, your final goodbye because tomorrow you’re leaving him.

You’re going to set him free so he can have the family that he wants, the one that you can’t give him.

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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

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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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