#twisters x reader

[tsukiko26]

I don’t think I can even properly express how attractive Tyler Owens is, I’ve watched the movie to many times just to see Glen Powell as a cowboy and to fangirl. I would cook, I would clean, I would do the laundry, and I would be stealing that god damn cowboy hat all the time.

[companionjones]

Blown Away (1/3)

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Twisters

Warnings: Domestic Abuse towards Reader, Reader commits indirect murder

Based on 'Blown Away' by Carrie Underwood

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Dry lightning cracks across the skies Those storm clouds gather in her eyes

You knew that the storm had been coming for a while. Calmly, you collected what you could from the house, and brought it down to your cellar. Some food, water, and pictures of your mother. You didn't need much to get by.

Her daddy was a mean old mister Her momma was an angel in the ground

You thought about all the times your father hit you. You thought about all the times he hit your momma. You thought about the day she didn't get back up after he hit her.

The weatherman called for a twister She prayed, blow it down

Finally, the news told the area to take shelter, but you already knew. As you quietly gathered the rest of your things, you hoped that would be the last time you'd see that house.

There's not enough rain in Oklahoma To wash the sins out of that house There's not enough wind in Oklahoma To rip the nails out of the past

You could still feel the bruises from the last time your father had laid hands on you. You could still feel his hands around your neck because his team didn't win the game last night.

Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away Every brick, every board, every slammin' door blown away 'Til there's nothing left standin', nothing left of yesterday Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away Blown away

You had fantasized doing this for so long, but never had the guts to, and a twister had never come this close to your home. Now, your house was right in its path, and you knew it was either now or never.

She heard those sirens screamin' out Her daddy laid there past out on the couch

It was getting close now. The sirens would have woken you up, but your father was still fast asleep. Part of you wanted to say it was because someone above was finally looking out for you.

She locked herself in the cellar Listened to the screamin' of the wind Some people called it taking shelter She called it sweet revenge

The sound of the wind from where you were underground was haunting. You had your knees pulled up to your chest, but you didn't move a muscle as the storm raged overhead.

You were thinking of your father that whole time. Little voices in your head said to go back for him, but a much louder voice was shouting at you to stay put.

Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away Every brick, every board, every slammin' door blown away 'Til there's nothing left standin', nothing left of yesterday Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away Blown away

For a long time, there were the sounds of wind and debris flying. You didn't know how long you sat there with only the sound of your breathing. All you knew was when you did go to open the cellar door, it didn't budge.

There's not enough rain in Oklahoma To wash the sins out of that house There's not enough wind in Oklahoma To rip the nails out of the past

You sat alone in that cellar for days. You thanked whoever was looking out for you that you had food and water. Part of you was scared that this was what you were getting for what you did. But you tried to hold out hope that someone would find you.

Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away Every brick, every board, every slammin' door blown away 'Til there's nothing left standin', nothing left of yesterday Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away Blown away, blown away

On the third day, you finally heard some movement. You heard yells, too. After you indicated where you were, it wasn't long before the cellar doors were opening for you.

It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the light so you could see who was crouched in front of you.

Just as your eyes could fully make him out, you heard a man say, "Hi, I'm Tyler. Are you okay?"

Blown away, blown away

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

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[sunsburns]

𓏲ּ𝄢 FAYE’S SO IN LOVE EVENT !

i wasn’t active when i hit 6k, but i still want to do something to celebrate because that’s such an insane number and i’m so so grateful! soooo...

welcome to sunsburns’ 6k event! everyone is welcome to party and participate and down below you can find the rules, events, and characters!

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rules !

send in an event + a character from the lists below. please only send me requests for the characters listed

all of my regular rules still apply, which i have updated recently, and you can check them out right over here!

i’m going to try my very, very best to answer all of your requests and asks! i’ll admit i am a bit rusty, i haven’t written anything in a hot minute, so it may not be up to par. but i do appreciate all messages and asks xox

this celebration will go on from june 28th - july 15th!

characters !

bobby franklin, jason todd, dick grayson, clark kent, kara zor-el, adrian chase, rick flag, scott miller, steve harrington, eddie munson, johnny storm, john walker, mark grayson, tashi duncan, art donaldson, patrick zweig, ellie williams

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[avastarred]

here me out– dad!scott loves Lacey there's no doubt about that. so imagine for one of her birthday parties, it's princess themed or something along those lines and reader does her make-up. And Lacey decides she wants Scott to match her but SHE wants to do his makeup. I can picture him squeezing his butt into her kid chairs in her room, knees basically touching his chest from how big he is. Then there's Lacey still having to get on her tip-toes poorly applying eyeshadow and smearing a thick glob of lip gloss onto him. well he loves his daughter oh-so much and agrees to keep it on during her party where javi, Kate, etc. all proceed to laugh at him. I can picture Scott getting soooo defensive saying something like "you got something to say about MY baby's BEAUTIFUL masterpiece?"

This ended up being really long but yeah feel free to write something like this 😂

thank you so much for this ask!! and thank you for your patience while I wrote 😭 u just know scott is a big softie pushover with her and she could have him looking absolutely ridonkulous and he will wear it with pride as long as it means not disappointing her © divider by @uzmacchiato

the prettiest king — s. miller

pairing: dad!scott miller x f!coparent reader synopsis: lacey does scott's makeup for her birthday party, and he won't let anyone say a bad word about it. content: pure fluff, pushover dad scott, kate and tyler cameo hehe, javi is here too but that's a given, i've given lacey a best friend word count: 1.7k taglist: @everydaydreamer, @wildflowersandvibranium, @clarkentluvr, @magicwithaknife, @winterschildren8, @laniec03, @peachiestevie, @snowyathena, @only-dot-nicky, @hoodharlow, @whosmev, @rynwritesstuff, @only4fun11, @kryptidfiles, @adoringanakin, @jam1eslov4, @ac12299688, @she-sounds-hidieous, @dracuula98, @1eliana123-blog author's note: we'll put lacey at 4 years old here bc she's little miss yappa yappa yappa (affectionate). this isn't scottreader as much as it is just scott being a dad but i loved it nonetheless!!!

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Scott Miller wears many hats: Scott Miller the Meteorologist, Scott Miller the Asshole, Scott Miller the Founder, and his favourite — Scott Miller the Father.

Scott Miller the Father gets dressed in a generic fantasy king outfit and shows up to his co-parent’s house with a smile on his face and neatly wrapped gift for his daughter, Lacey.

Scott Miller the Father follows your careful instructions for getting the house ready to accommodate fifteen children and their parents — from packing goodie bags to decorations to setting up party games in the backyard.

Scott Miller the Father sets up the grill and listens as his daughter follows him around, tiara perched on her head while she rambles about her excitement, talking about all the fun she’ll have with her friends who are coming. She shows him the sparkly bits of her dress and twirls so he can see how it fans out around her.

“Mommy even did my makeup like hers, see,” she points out, closing her eyes so that Scott can see the pink and purple eyeshadow blended over her lids, shimmering slightly in the light.

“How pretty,” Scott smiles when she opens her eyes again. “You really are the most beautiful princess ever, aren’t you?”

Scott’s heart definitely skips a beat when she giggles shyly at his compliment.

And then her eyes light up, the tell-tale sign that an idea had lodged itself in her little brain.

This is how Scott finds himself wedged in an uncomfortable plastic kiddie chair, knees up to his chest when she decides she wants all of them to match makeup — to show everyone they’re a family. She’s opted to do it herself, foregoing makeup brushes in favour of smearing bright glittery pigment across his lids while humming to herself, hand pressed into his thigh as she leans up on her tiptoes so she can reach his face. She looks at you, then her reflection in the mirror, then back to Scott.

“Like this mommy? Is this good?”

“Oh it’s perfect, you’re doing very well sweetheart,” you respond. “Wipe your fingers off before you pick a new colour,” you remind her as you watch her fingers beeline for a bright blue in the eyeshadow palette.

You see the corner of Scott’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t say anything. He waits patiently, eyes closed as she pats and smears, occasionally wiping away the excess. When Scott’s eyelids are sufficiently glittery, and his cheeks are blushy enough she finishes off with a healthy swipe of lip gloss across his lips: sparkly, pink and bubblegum flavoured.

“Do you like it Daddy?” she asks, holding the mirror up to his face.

Scott doesn’t miss a beat.

“Of course I do, it’s so colourful!”

She cheers, applauding quickly. “I can’t wait for all my friends at the party to see it.”

Sensing his hesitation, her smile falls slightly.

“Are you gonna take it off Daddy?”

You can already tell by the slight wobble in her lip that Scott’s going to cave and you’re not surprised when he responds: “Of course not, princess. I can’t wait for everyone to see it,” with a slightly forced smile as he heaves himself out of the kiddie chair. He lifts her up, twirling around with her while she giggles and claps.

You watch them dance through the living room as you wait for the first of the guests to arrive, taking stock of the decorated room. It had only taken an entire night of blowing up balloons and wrangling them into arches, but Lacey’s kingdom is perfect. Bright and fantastic and everything she asked for.

The first guest to arrive is Lacey’s best friend Shelley, a sweet shy girl who Lacey had latched onto on her very first day in daycare and hadn’t left alone since. Her parents drop her off, offer an apology for not being able to stay, while her older brother yells for them to hurry up or he’ll miss his soccer game.

“Be glad you just have the one,” her father says while the girls beeline to Lacey’s room to play with her toys. “Just not enough hours in the day to manage them,” he sighs as he hands you her gift. You guys see him off, arms crossed as you watch him peel out of the driveway.

“Christ, I do not look forward to her teenage years,” you laugh as you bump the door closed. The muffled sounds of the girls playing drift down the hallway as you and Scott make the most of your final half-hour of peace before the rest of the guests are supposed to arrive.

You watch Scott’s hands twitch as he brings them to his face, then slowly lower them as he remembers his predicament.

“Jesus, I don’t know how you guys walk around with this shit on your face all the time. My lips are so sticky,” he complains.

“You do also have like five times the normal amount of makeup on your face,” you laugh. “Do you want me to fix it? Take a little of the lip gloss off at least.”

You already have your thumb on his bottom lip, pressing gently as you swipe when he wraps a gentle hand around your wrist.

“It’s fine. It’s just a day,” he shrugs. “Most of it’s probably going to come off on whatever I eat anyway.”

You leave it alone, the two of you opting to go through the plan for the day again: timing for games, cake, and making sure one of you is always available to watch kids on the trampoline. There’s a pit in your stomach as you think about the logistics of managing that many children and parents who would be more concerned with socialising than keeping an eye on their kids, but you’re not left with much time to keep thinking about it when you hear a decisive knock on the door, Javi, Kate and Tyler’s muffled voices floating through to you.

“Lacey, come say hi to uncle Javi,” Scott yells while you let them in.

You hear the sound of Lacey urging Shelley to come with her, and then the soft patter of feet down the hallway until Lacey appears in the living room with Shelley’s hand in hers.

“Hi Uncle Javi! Shelley this is my mommy’s friend Uncle Javi, but he’s also my daddy’s boss I think.”

Shelley gives Javi a shy wave, nodding as Lacey moves on.

“And then this is his friend Aunt Kate, but my mommy also has a friend called Aunt Cate so I have two Kates not just one Kate and then this is her boyfriend.” The two girls giggle at the word boyfriend as Lacey gestures to Tyler. “His name is Uncle Tyler and he has a big big big truck and he drives it really fast and it’s always dirty outside. Shelley likes big trucks,” Lacey explains as Shelley nods feverishly besides her.

“Did you bring it Mr Tyler?” Shelley asks, hands clasped and eyes wide.

“Sorry girls. I left her back at home. ‘Sides, not sure your dad would let you guys anywhere near it.”

The girls immediately lose interest, turning back to Javi.

“Uncle Javi why do you have a silly hat?”

Both girls tilt their heads, regarding his jester’s hat with curiosity. The bells jingle as he tilts his head this way and that.

“I’m a jester,” he says.

“What’s a jester?” Shelley asks, brows furrowed.

“It’s like… a clown? I’m here to make the princess laugh and make sure she’s having fun today,” he explains.

They both light up almost immediately, Lacey’s hand immediately slipping into Javi’s.

“Come play Transformers with us Uncle Javi, but you can’t be Bumblebee because that’s Shelley’s favourite and I’m Optimus Prime already so you have to be Megatron.”

“Lacey, you have to ask Uncle Javi if he wants to play Transformers,” Scott sighs, even as Javi leans down to pick her up.

“But why? He said his job is to make sure the princess has fun.”

A bell on Javi’s hat jingles as she flicks it.

“Because he’s a grown up jester, and he might wanna sit with the grown ups,” you offer.

“Why? Grown ups don’t even play.”

The scowl on her face is enough to draw laughs from the adults, and the lines between her brows just deepen as her and Shelley shrug at each other.

“How about this,” Javi starts, gently lowering Lacey to the ground. “You guys go get your Transformers and we can play out here. Then I can play and hang out with the grown ups.”

The girls are off without a second thought, skipping away hand-in-hand.

“You need to stop spoiling her,” Scott says as he watches them disappear down the hallway.

“You have no room to talk looking like that,” Javi snorts.

“There something wrong with the way I look?”

Scott’s arms are crossed, perfectly glossed lips pressed together in a thin line as he scowls at Javi.

“Not wrong, per se. Just very…” Javi trails off, looking over at Kate and Scott who are suddenly very interested in the balloon arches around the living room.

“Artistic. My daughter had an artistic vision, and as her father it’s my job to encourage it and providde her with good creative outlets.”

“Artistic vision? Creative outlets? Being a dad really does wonders,” Kate laughs, placing Lacey’s gift in the designated gift corner.

Scott just rolls his eyes, then bites his tongue when you shoot him a withering look.

“It’s cute. You have a heart,” Kate continues, a mischievous smirk on her face.

“I don’t know why we invited them,” Scott mumbles. “They’re not even my friends.”

“Lighten up Scotty, glitter and blush don’t go well with a frown,” you laugh, elbowing him gently.

He clicks his tongue, then excuses himself to answer the door when he hears the doorbell ring. You steel yourself, preparing for the sheer levels of energy that you’re going to be responsible for as the rest of the day goes by, and then smile when you hear Scott explaining, once again, that his makeup is a Lacey Original Artwork.

He would most definitely be having a longer day than you.

[belleeebelleee]

Boone

telling boone you're pregnant

confessions

what are we

lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise

You get a 'b' tattooed just over your rib cage and surprise your boyfriend Boone with it

You wind up trapped during a tornado with Boone

Youre a paramedic who winds up in a tornado with the wranglers. Boone takes a liking to you.

You suffer from migraines

Tinder

Your cramps are so bad, they force you to puke. Boone freaks the fuck out.

The first time you wear Boone's clothes, his brain short-circuits.

You and Boone share a motel room while chasing with the crew, and one morning, he finds the you with one of his bandanas in your hair. It drives him insane.

Tyler Owens

request

Lily

request

Dani

You meet the Tornado Wranglers during storm season around your town. Dani immediately falls for you, but makes the fatal mistake of thinking you're straight.

Kate Carter x Tyler Owens

scars

[se7entyrell]

Oooo... can I ask for a 60s Tyler Owens moodboard? No worries if not, and sorry if I missunderstood the post xxx Lots of love! xxx

When Tyler arrives home, there's a record spinning in the living room. Some old Woody Guthrie album.

He searches you out immediately, arms circling your waist to breathe you in.

"Hi, handsome," You mumble, tilting your head to allow him better access. "Busy day?"

"The busiest. Missed you so much."

You hum a little, reaching up to card your hands through his hair. "Missed you too. S'lonely out here without you."

His eyes glitter mischeviously.

"Maybe I've just gotta give you a baby then. Someone to keep you company while I'm gone, huh?"

"Is that a promise?" You arch an eyebrow.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, darlin'."

[rareathens]

Twisters Fic Recs

Tyler Owens

chase it pt.1, pt.2, pt.3

sunrise

crush

[poutymouse]

ᯓ✦∘˙ SHARING IS CARING.

scott miller doesn’t share. whats his belongs to him and it didn’t matter who you were or what you wanted—he was going to be stingy. that was of course until he met you, storm par’s newest member. it was like someone had attached a magnet to him since he would always end up right by your side at all times.

and yes, scott quickly fell for you—but you didn’t need to know that, no one did. yet scott still showed he cared about you in other ways.

like sharing his things with you. he wasn’t sure how it happened, one day you just asked for a sip of his soda and without hesitation he just handed over the can. your lipstick stained the rim and scott happily placed his mouth where yours was—not even bothering to wipe it clean of the color. after that, sharing with you just became second nature.

“ah dude, you were the one who brought the last piece” javi complained as he walked over to scott who was currently closing up the to-go box that held the last piece of apple pie.

“let me finish that for you and when they make more i’ll buy you another piece” scott scoffed.

“no way, not my fault you got here late” before javi could say a word you came walking over, also complaining that your favorite pie was out of stock.

“you can thank scott for that he—”

“here” scott said, cutting javi off as he reopened the to-go box. he didn’t even need to hand it over as you happily stood in front of him and allowed him to feed you pieces.

“not cool miller” javi said in disbelief.

“its her favorite” he shrugged.

short little idea i needed out of my head before i forgot it.