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If I’m not reading then I’m dreaming of Scott from Twisters

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MIMI 𐚁 nineteen ༄ Scott Miller’s Princess ৎ𝄢 ゛

͏𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏﹙ 𝒐𝒇 ﹚ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

Softly Yours ৎ𝄢 Clark Kent x fem!reader - (in the works)

Short N’ Sweet ৎ𝄢 Scott Miller x Fem!OC

p!links ৎ𝄢 Scott Miller x fem!reader

Still establishing my account !

not a safe place for zionists.

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no because getting pulled into his lap and kissed all over 😔 your little giggles only encouraging him. 😔😔 his praises murmured between each peck, the way he makes it a game to see how flustered he can make you 😔😔😔 one firm hand on your hip while his other cradles the side of your face so he can angle you how he likes while he attacks your neck with kisses 😔😔😔😔 licking along your collarbone and enjoying the way you start to squirm, your giggles going quiet 😔😔😔😔😔

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#need this with clark kent #literally thinking about him as I read this

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I’m having the urge to write this and finish it before the semester starts again. It’ll probably be 3-5 chapters only too.

Cowboy Scott with wife and son

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beach babes

girldad!scott miller x female wife!reader

summary:

Scott decides Storm Par should join the rest of the storm chasers for a day at the beach. Of course, he has to bring along his wife and their 10-month-old daughter Ruthie Jean.

(reader has no physical description other than being shorter than scott. it is also mentioned that reader breastfeeds. no y/n. this is mostly about scott and ruthie but reader is beloved by all. this is my first reader insert so go easy on me <3 why are the storm chasers at the beach? idk. baby's named ruthie jean because scott is southern. it also kind of just... ends? sorry!)

Word Count: 1.9k

It was rare for the Storm Par crew to have days like this. The nature of their profession meant they were often landlocked, miles away from idyllic lounging spots on the shore of salty water. That was what made Scott Miller’s suggestion for the team to hit the beach not seem totally anomalous. Just because Scott was stoic and curt didn’t mean he wasn’t human. The Wranglers were there already, so it was only fair to join them. Human nature was what brought Storm Par to the beach on a day off; it was also why Scott insisted on meeting the team there after he stopped to get somethin’. Only Javi knew what he meant, but he didn’t answer any questioning looks from the rest of the team. So, when Scott Miller’s truck pulled up to where they had set up for the day, no one batted an eye. The moment he got out of the truck and made a beeline for the passenger seat and flung it open, that’s when the shock set in.

Climbing out of the passenger seat with the help of Scott’s steady extended hand was a woman. You were such a tiny thing standing beside Scott once he got your feet onto the floor, looking up at him with a sweet smile. Scott gave you a quick kiss before handing you a bag from the passenger seat. As you adjusted the bag on your shoulder, Scott moved onto the back seat. Right as the back door opened, a tiny voice squealed from the backseat. A smile that Scott Miller never wore on the clock spread across his hardened features as he leaned forward into the back for a short moment before he hauled a small infant out of the truck and onto his hip. The little one was narrowly about to age out of infancy and was especially tiny in Scott’s hold as he planted a smacking kiss on the baby’s chubby cheek while she babbled away.

“Is that my favorite Miller?” Javi called out from the sand, setting his drink down on the lid of a cooler before jogging over. “Scotty finally brought the only reasons I still keep him around!”

“Ha ha,” Scott deadpanned as he adjusted the little bucket hat on his daughter’s head. “I wasn’t gonna leave them at the hotel while you jokers spent the day on the beach.”

“I wasn’t going to let you,” you chimed in with a pleased grin.

It was true, the beach had been your idea anyway. You were the one who had suggested it to Javi the night before when he joined the Millers for dinner. Then, he mentioned it to Kate the next morning when they got breakfast and she had been the one to put the plan into motion. When she then messaged you saying you had to be there, you have Scott a look that told him the beach wasn’t up for a debate. It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t a request. It was happening.

From there, the folks of Storm Par got to watch Scott Miller be a doting husband and father at the beach behind looks of pure disbelief. Their dark sunglasses would typically hide their obvious observation if not for their unmistakable shock. First, the man ensured his wife was comfortable and sufficiently lathered in sunblock before insisting you join Kate and a few Wranglers in the water instead of fretting over him or the baby. Javi hung back with Scott and chatted about baseball of all things, Javi drinking a beer while Scott opted to share a water bottle with the baby.

The whole point of this was for you to get some time to just be a person and enjoy a day at the beach. Scott always sought to do that. It had always been a priority that you got to still be your own person, not just his wife or your daughter’s mother. So, when we saw you unwinding in the shallow waves with some Tornado Wranglers, he lounged with your chunky baby girl in his lap under the shade of an umbrella with Javi not too far off to the side, watching the waves from a beach chair.

He took his time, carefully covering his daughter with infant sunscreen, being mindful to get in between the adorable rolls of fat on her limbs and under her chin. After seeing a baby with bright red toes at the park, Scott always made sure the baby’s feet and toes were protected from the sun too. Scott couldn’t help but coo over her, showering her with little kisses on her giggling face and sweet words reminding her how beautiful she is. Most of the storm chasers watched him, absolutely dumbfounded.

“I know, pretty girl,” Scott hummed when his little Ruthie Jean whined at the feeling of the cool cream on her warm face, taking her little foot to kiss the sole. “But we have to make sure you protected. No sunburns on Daddy’s watch. Your Mama and my Mama would have my head.”

“Dada!” Ruthie whined again, kicking her chunky legs restlessly. “Ow!”

“Ow?” Scott frowned, immediately ripping his hands away and scanning her from head to toe with vigilant eyes. “Am I hurtin’ you, princess? ‘Ow,’ where?”

“Ew!” the little one sputtered out with a sob and a scrunched button nose, but Scott noted there were no tears in her big blue eyes, only frustration as she weakly kicked at his hands.

“Then say ‘Ew,’ please,” he sighed and continued massaging the cream on his daughter’s soft skin. “You scared me. Daddy thought he was hurtin’ you.”

“Ow!” Ruthie giggled through her phony pouts, laughing and kicking her legs again when Scott gasped animatedly with his hands ripped away. 

“No!” Scott groaned playfully, leaning forward to kiss Ruthie Jean’s chubby cheek. “No ‘ow’s. Daddy would never hurt you, baby bug.”

Javi was the only one who didn’t blink an eye. He was the only one who got to see Scott over Zoom meetings from home with a babbling Ruthie Jean in his lap. Out of all the storm chasers, Javi was the only one currently invited to Ruthie’s first birthday party coming up. However, Scott knew that the more time his wife spent with the other storm chasers, the more likely that would change. There were already rumblings of the upcoming event Scott overheard from his wife when she trotted off with Kate and Boone. It was a massive deal, in all fairness; their baby girl was celebrating a year of being the best thing to happen to her parents. Scott had always dreamed of being a dad and you had given him the most perfect child. Ruthie Jean was a healthy baby girl, the apple of her Daddy’s eye, and always got strangers cooing at her. As the person on the field closest to Scott, Javi was more than familiar with the soft dad side of him. The cute babblings and exaggerated smooches he overheard were nothing new to him, but were like looking into another dimension for everyone else. 

Scott, to their disbelief, was the most affectionate and loving father and husband. His dedication to his wife was equally as evident in how often he sought the sight of you out in the water, only content to return his attention to Ruthie when he confirmed Mrs. Miller was happy and safe. They all knew about you, though. He wore his wedding band every day without fail and most of them had seen the small photo he kept tucked in his phone’s clear case. It was of you and Ruthie sporting the brightest smiles the two of you could muster and it always put Scott at ease. The case and photo had been something you had given him at the beginning of the chase season, just a few months ago, and he never went anywhere without it. But that was your Scott, not many people got to see your Scott the way you and Ruthie Jean did.

He stretched out on his back with the little one sitting up on his ribs. With his eyes closed, Scott went between giving Ruthie some teething toys to play with and gnaw on and running his fingers through the dark curls trailing down toward the nape of her neck once she ripped her bucket hat off. She was so adorable in her frilly little pink swimsuit and half of her dark curls tied into two of the sweetest teeny pigtails. Her dimples were deep in her chubby cheeks, and an obvious Miller birthright, so easily attributed to the tall, grumpy MIT graduate. 

“M’mma,” Ruthie babbled after a short while of smacking her drooly little hands on her Daddy’s broad chest. “M’mma. M’mma.”

“Momma’s swimmin’, bug,” Scott hummed with his hand rubbing the baby’s back soothingly. “She’ll come back in a little bit. Just sit with me for a minute.”

“M’mma!” Ruthie whined and reached for Scott’s chin, who then readjusted her to be flat on her tummy on his chest so he could cradle her comfortingly.

“Momma’s having fun right now,” he murmured against her dark curls before kissing her head. “You can relax with Daddy to let her do that. We’re okay here, just us. Right?”

“Dada.” Ruthie hummed, her chubby little hand reaching for Scott’s mouth this time, causing him to grab her tiny wrist to press kisses to her palm.

“See?” Scott chuckled and tucked the baby’s face under his chin when her long, dark eyelashes fluttered with sleepiness. “Just take a nap with me, sugar. Momma will be back by the time you wake up.”

“She’s gorgeous!” A voice yanked Scott out of his peaceful nest of love for his baby girl, peeking out of one eye to see Tyler Owens approach, with Kate following close behind. 

“I’m aware,” Scott replied shortly with his eyes closed again and his hand rubbing Ruthie’s back when he felt her sit back up to coo at Tyler.

“Hey there, darlin’!” Tyler greeted the baby once he crouched down to be closer to her eye level. “My, you are even prettier than your Mama!”

“Momma!” Ruthie Jean cheered with excited claps that picked up when she saw you approach from behind Kate, bouncing her diapered butt up and down on Scott’s chest. “Momma! Momma!”

“She gets all her pretty from her Mama,” Scott added with a grunt as he sat up, hauling Ruthie up with him to greet his wife. “Hey, baby. Fun swim?”

“The water’s beautiful, Scotty!” you cried and took the baby from your husband without a word when the little one reached for you. “You should go for a swim! I think your daughter’s hungry, so she’s keeping me here for a bit.”

“I can wait.” Scott shook his head, helping you sit on an unoccupied beach chair with a hand hovering around you as you held Ruthie against your chest. “We can all go swimming once she’s full. Maybe even after she naps.”

“She won’t get a second of sleep out here, babe.”

“Maybe,” he hummed, rubbing your bare shoulders before draping your thin swimsuit cover-up over your shoulder to give you and Ruthie privacy. “Then, we can take her to dip her toes in the water. She’ll love that. I can wait for my girls.”

While Ruthie got to nurse, Scott fed you some fresh fruit the two of you had brought and made sure you stayed plenty hydrated. He was always looking after both of you, not just Ruthie. It was obvious that his role as a husband was just as important to him as his role as a father, and that made his recent interest in possibly making Ruthie Jean a big sister not sound all too crazy.

pls be nice omg

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#this is everything to me #GIRL DAD SCOTT ☹️☹️

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All I want is some Clark fluff and comfort after what happened but everyone writes smut and sometimes all a girl needs is a hug

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How would you guy feel about a Scott fic with this (the pictures) type of vibe.. I’m imagining an established relationship (married), they already have a child (maybe a boy), storm comes and destroys their home and they have to build their life again?

Can’t stop thinking about cowboy!scott who graduated from MIT and has a masters in meteorology and business. Who loves and protects his wife and kid. Who still has that mean and sarcastic attitude, but learned how to limit it when he met his girl. Who storm chases during the summer, but makes sure he’s not gone for too long because he knows his loves need him and he needs them (he’s a softie who actually can’t stay away for too long).

Do I do it.. do I do I do I

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I watched Obsession last night and I can’t stop thinking about Nikki.

My heart hurts for so much. Her life was destroyed because of a selfish man who couldn’t confess his feelings. And now her entire life id ruined. All three of her friends are dead (can you even consider them as her friends) all because of “her.” She has no reasonable explanation to the police, so she’ll get arrested and put in prison for all three deaths.

Not to mention all the trauma and ptsd she’ll most likely have from this. All Nikki wanted to do was to leave the city and become a successful writer and that’ll never happen.

This movie was so sad to me. I was scared while watching, but after, you really realise how depressing it is.

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It’s Just You

our couple ৎ𝄢 scott miller x f!reader

ৎ𝄢 In which, you and Scott get married.

authors note ! I haven’t been able to get the way David looked out of my head since I watched him at the premiere. The sunglasses and gum.. that’s literally Scott. And then the suit.. that’s Scott but HUSBAND.

I do hope you enjoy this short drabble! I haven’t written in a bit, so it’s all I could do for now <3

p.s. If there are any sort of grammar mistakes, just pretend they don’t exist. I wrote this on my notes app, copy and pasted it onto here, and just let her go.

You have always imagined your wedding day being loud.

A hundred things happening at once. People running around. Someone forgetting something important. Everyone talking over each other.

And that’s exactly what it was.

Your room was a mess.

There were makeup brushes everywhere, someone’s shoes were sitting in the middle of the floor, and you were pretty sure your phone had been ringing nonstop for the last twenty minutes.

But somehow, through all of it, you felt weirdly calm.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, barely recognizing the person looking back.

It finally felt real.

Today was the day you were marrying Scott.

You smiled a little at the thought.

Scott.

The same guy who could stay calm while facing Tornadoes, but somehow got nervous over the smallest things when it came to you.

You still remembered when he proposed.

He had this whole thing planned out, and he acted like he was completely relaxed.

He wasn’t - Not even close.

He kept checking if you were happy. Asking if everything was okay. Making sure you weren’t suspicious.

Which, of course, made you extremely suspicious.

You laughed quietly to yourself.

“Everything okay in there?” Your best friend called from outside.

You looked toward the door.

“Yeah.”

A second later, there was a pause.

Then-

“Scott’s here.”

Your smile dropped.

“What?”

A laugh came from the other side. “He says he knows he’s not supposed to see you. He just wants to talk.”

You walked toward the door, shaking your head.

Of course.

Of course Scott would be the one person who couldn’t wait.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you said.

“I know.” His voice immediately made you smile. “I was just making sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

You leaned against the door, “Scott.”

“What?”

“Are you nervous?”

Then you heard him let out a laugh, “maybe a little.”

You smiled. And even though he couldn’t see you, you knew he was smiling too.

For a few seconds, neither of you said anything.

It was comfortable.

The kind of silence you only have with someone you’re completely yourself around.

Then Scott spoke again.

“I just wanted a minute with you.”

Your expression softened.

“Why?”

He took a breath, “I don’t know.”

A small laugh.

“Guess I just woke up today and it hit me.”

“What?”

“That this is actually happening.”

You looked down at your ring, “yeah.”

“I mean… I knew it was happening.”

You smiled.

“Well that’s good to know.”

“I’m trying to explain.”

“You’re doing great, darling.”

“Thanks. Really helping.”

You laughed again.

Then his voice got quieter.

“I just don’t want to mess this up.”

Your smile faded slightly. Scott was confident with almost everything, so seeing him nervous made you nervous.

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“How?”

“Because it’s you.”

When the doors opened and you finally saw him, everything else disappeared.

Scott looked like he was trying really hard not to look overwhelmed. He was standing there, smiling, but you could tell.

He was taking it all in.

You.

The moment.

Everything.

When you reached him, he leaned closer. “You look…”

You raised an eyebrow, “careful.”

He smiled.

“I was gonna say beautiful.”

“Good answer.”

“I know.”

The ceremony felt like it passed too quickly. You tried to remember every little thing. The way his hand held yours.

The way he looked at you when he said his vows. The way his voice got quieter when he talked about your future.

“Okay,” he said, like he was talking more to himself than anyone else.

A few people in the crowd laughed softly, but it wasn’t loud or distracting. It just made the moment feel more real. But Scott didn’t care. He stared at you, blue eyes locked onto yours.

“I didn’t really plan on saying anything fancy,” he started. “So if this comes out kind of messy… that’s why.”

You smiled a little, squeezing his hand.

“That’s kind of your thing anyway,” he added, trying to ease the nerves with a joke.

He took a breath, slower this time.

“Okay,” he said again, quieter. His thumb brushed over your knuckles like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

“I didn’t really think I’d be good at this part,” he admitted. “Talking in front of everyone. Saying the right thing. All of that.”

A small, almost self-conscious smile tugged at his mouth. “But then I realized… it’s not really about saying it right.”

He looked at you properly now. Not scanning the room. Not overthinking. Just looking.

“It’s just about telling the truth, I guess.”

His voice softened.

“And the truth is… I don’t really remember what it felt like before you. Like, I do, but it doesn’t feel important anymore.” A pause. He let that sit for a second, like he was careful with it.

“You came into my life and somehow made everything feel… less loud. Like I can just stop and breathe for a second and that’s enough.”

His grip on your hand tightened slightly, almost unconsciously. “And I don’t think I ever really understood what people meant when they said someone feels like home.”

A faint smile crossed his face.

“But I get it now.”

He shook his head a little, like he was still surprised by his own words.

“Because it’s not this big dramatic thing. It’s not fireworks or anything like that.”

He glanced at you, softer.

“It’s just you. Being there. And suddenly everything makes sense in a way I can’t really explain.”

His voice dipped lower, more honest than anything else he’d said. “I know I’m not perfect. I get in my own head. I’m away from home a lot. I mess things up sometimes without even meaning to.”

A small, almost embarrassed laugh.

“You already know that though.”

That got a few gentle smiles from the crowd.

“But you never made me feel like that made me any less worth staying for.”

He swallowed, then let out a quiet breath.

“So I guess what I’m trying to say is… I don’t want a version of life where you’re not in it.”

A small pause.

“I don’t want to imagine it, even.” His eyes stayed on you, steady now. “I just want you. All of it. The good days, the bad ones, the quiet ones in between.”

A small, almost crooked smile, “and I’m not promising I’ll get everything right. I probably won’t.”

A few people laughed lightly again.

“But I am promising I’ll show up. Every time. For you.” His voice softened at the end.

“Always, darling.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything else.

He just looked at you like that was everything he needed to say.

Then, almost quietly, like it belonged only to you, “okay… I think that’s it.” And that made you giggle with tears in your eyes.

“I know I’m not perfect,” he continued, smiling slightly.

You whispered, “Definitely not.”

A few people laughed.

Scott looked at you.

“Wow.”

“What? I’m helping.”

“You’re really supportive on our wedding day.”

“You love me.”

He smiled.

“I do.”

Then his expression softened, “I love you more than I know how to explain.”

Your hand tightened around his, and Scott let out a quiet breath, his shoulders easing like he’d finally said what he needed to say.

A small smile pulled at his mouth, soft and a little overwhelmed, “I’ll forever love you, sweetheart.”

author’s note (again) ! I’ll be 100% honest, I’m not really happy with this, but I love David and I’m mourning the fact that he can’t be mine, so this is the best I could do for now

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Wait I need to write this tiny Scott drabble soon

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Since tomorrow is David’s birthday, do you guys want a Scott or Clark drabble for tomorrow? :D

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I like this new tumblr update

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That feeling 😂😂😂 of feeling 😂😂😂 gross after eating 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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MY POWER IS BACK OMGNFHTXMDHXH

They originally said Monday night but I guess they were able to finish my area early!

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It just started storming really really badly, sirens went off and we lost power! Scott where you.. Scotty..

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My neighborhoods power went out around 4 pm and its 10:40 on right now, but they’re saying no power until 12:40 AM..

It’s so hot out too 😣 When the power went out, it was in the 90s and now its in the 80s. Out of any day, it goes out on one of the hottest weeks of the year so far

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Update, they changed it to 4:45 AM 😣😣

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My neighborhoods power went out around 4 pm and its 10:40 on right now, but they’re saying no power until 12:40 AM..

It’s so hot out too 😣 When the power went out, it was in the 90s and now its in the 80s. Out of any day, it goes out on one of the hottest weeks of the year so far

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Did you guys know that I’ve been a David fan since 2022