#scott miller drabble

[st4rfckerz]

When Scott Miller fucks you, he makes you take everything he gives you.

Your knees are already starting to shake, but Scott’s got you held up like it’s nothing—like your weight doesn’t even register to him. He’s still buried to the hilt, one big hand wrapped around your middle like he owns you.

He groans as his fingers slide down to your lower stomach. He presses his palm flat against your skin, right over the bulge that’s clearly him, moving under the surface with every deep, brutal thrust. “You feel that? That’s me.”

You moan breathlessly, and your hand flies to cover his, but he just chuckles and pushes down harder, making you gasp.

He rocks his hips again, slower this time, like he’s enjoying watching himself move from the outside. The pressure of his hand on your stomach only amplifies it—makes it impossible to forget just how deep he’s inside you.

“Didn’t know I’d fuck you dumb that fast,” he teases, gripping your chin and turning your head just enough to see the haze in your eyes.

He thrusts suddenly, hard, and you swear you feel it hit that same spot under his palm. He grins wide and wicked as he chews that gum he just has to have in his mouth.

You hit your peak with a cry, legs trembling and body twitching as the waves crash through you. You’re clenching so tight around him that Scott lets out a deep, guttural groan but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down.

“Uh uh,” he says, voice low and rough. “Give me another one. I know you got it in you.”

You whimper, still twitching under him, but he grabs your hips and pulls you back harder against him. His pace is sharp now—driving, determined.

He knows you’re struggling to keep up, but he eats that up.

[clairewritesandrambles]

How's about a good morning kiss with Scott? ☺️ ✨

Rebecca, thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me a reason to indulge in soft morning Scott vibes.

Your room was flooded with golden morning light as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block it out in favour of more sleep. Tossing a hand over your tired eyes you lamented your decision to push off purchasing blinds during the height of moving apartments. Groaning, you turned over to look at your boyfriend, irritatingly finding him still peacefully asleep. Scott could sleep through anything, while you were the complete opposite and his ability to stay asleep had made you jealous multiple times over your relationship.

However, your irritation couldn't last long as you took in how gorgeous he looked even while deeply asleep. One of his toned arms rested under his pillow while the other was outstretched towards you, resting on the mattress where it had fallen at some point after you two had fallen asleep. His body was angled to fit into your double bed without his feet dangling off the end of the mattress, something he had joked about upgrading your bed for you just so he could fit better.

Scooting towards him you reach out and brush the dark curls that have fallen into his face back, taking a moment to appreciate just how attractive your boyfriend was without hearing one of his sarcastic comments about the habit. A deep groan escapes him at the sensation, one eye cracking open to look at you. A soft smile forms on his lips as his hand tightens around you, pulling you flush again him, before running down your body to pull your leg over his hip and resting there.

"Good morning, baby," he grumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

"Good morning," you returned as he turned his head slightly to press a kiss to the wrist of the hand still soothingly playing with his hair. You let him have a few more moments of peace before making your move.

"Scott," you whined, "can we go get pancakes from Nina's, please?" You had been dreaming of getting your hands on those clouds of buttery and syrupy goodness for weeks, but it was yet another thing that had fallen through the cracks of moving.

He groaned again, "but I'm so tired."

"Please!" You pleaded, stomach grumbling as you pictured the stack of fluffy pancakes that could be waiting for you. He hummed, bringing a hand up to rub his thumb along your cheekbone before tilting your head to his, softly enveloping your lips with his. Even his soft morning kisses were enough to make you forget about anything else at the moment, focused entirely on the way he stole your breath away with each one. Scott started moving down your jaw and neck, taking time to pay extra attention to the sweet spots he had memorized on your body.

"I still want my pancakes." You said, not letting his tactic work. A surprised laugh bubbled out of his throat at the comment. "I'll make you a coffee for the trip."

At that, he leaned back to make eye contact with you. "Fine. Five more minutes of sleep, though." With that, he readjusted himself, pulling you completely flush with his body. Giggling at his reluctance to get up, you resumed playing with his hair, hearing a satisfied sigh leave him. You both reveled in these stolen moments, slow mornings being largely uncommon in the storm-chasing world, which made them all the more sweeter.

[mimiunfiltered]

Masterlist

Hi, I am so excited to be posting this! I hope this makes it easier for everyone to find their favorite characters and the stories they'd love to read! I would love to announce that my ask/request box IS open and I will write for any of the fandoms listed. I will write smut, fluff, angst (if not too triggering), and maybe make a series! I will also write for any and all characters from these fandoms. With that being said I hope you enjoy this list and find it useful!

Started: Feb. 12, 2025 Last Updated: Feb. 23, 2025

Twisters (2024)

Smut

Embarrassment (Scott Miller)

Road Trip (Scott Miller)

Grumpy Girl (Scott Miller)

Night Routine (Scott Miller)

Fluff

5 a.m. (Scott Miller)

Angst

DC Universe

Smut

Fluff

"Wow, you're big!" (David Corenswet!Clark Kent)

A New Turn On? (Clark Kent x Curvy!reader) (ask/request)

Angst

Gilmore Girls

Smut

Fluff

Coffee Girl (Luke Danes)

Angst

Call of Duty

Smut

Fluff

Thunderstorm (Daddy!John Price)

Angst

Cheaper by the Dozen Series

Full House (Charlie Baker)

Fuller House (Charlie Baker)

Heartstopper

Smut

Fluff

First Sleepover (Charlie x Nick x Fem!Reader)

Angst

Other fandoms I'd love to write for and/or have things planned for include:

I will also preface that this list will grow.

Once Upon A Time Marvel Bones Teen Wolf The Rookie Shameless Shadowhunters Community

I have the right to decline or refuse any request asked of me if I don't feel comfortable writing it.

[broadwaybaggins]

6+32 with Scott please!

6: Break Away 32: Night

Here we go...get ready to meet Evie!

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"Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots And ruined your black-tie affair The last one to know, the last one to show I was the last one you thought you'd see there And I saw the surprise and the fear in his eyes When I took his glass of champagne And I toasted you, said, "Honey, we may be through But you'll never hear me complaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!"

The smell of campfire smoke hung heavy in the air over the crowded motel parking lot, and the group--a mismatched crew of stormchasers, influencers, mildly bewildered Storm Par employees, and regular tourists--were on at least their third rendition of "Friends in Low Places." At least they had stopped singing that Luke Combs song. Hot dogs and bags of marshmallows were being passed around between strangers, and now that the sun had set, there was a chill in the air that the fire was helping to keep at bay. The whole atmosphere was like an amateur concert crossed over with adult summer camp, but it was getting to be a bit much.

Evelyn McNamara--Evie, to her friends--leaned over and whispered in her friend Javi's ear. "I'm gonna get some air."

It took a few tries for him to actually hear her. He had been sulking ever since they'd arrived at the motel about an hour earlier and Kate, the other new arrival that had come in from New York around the same time that Evie had arrived from Little Rock, had disappeared into her room. Evie wasn't about to ask questions--it really wasn't her business whatever had put Javi in such a shitty mood. She and Javi were friends--he had worked alongside her brother in the military, and when Javi mentioned his passion for storms, Evie's brother had gushed about her work at the University of Arkansas, where she had gotten her meteorology Master's and was working as a research fellow, preparing to get her Ph.D. Whatever Jamie had said about her was apparently positive, because Javi had contacted her out of the blue a few days ago, inviting her out for a week of chasing in Oklahoma. The invitation couldn't have come at a better time, although Javi didn't have to know that part just yet.

The first chase of the week had been...less than successful, but no one except Javi seemed to be letting it affect their good time. He finally got what Evie was saying and nodded, the fire reflected in his dark eyes as he stared into the flames. "Okay. Cool." She pushed her folding chair back and wrapped her hoodie around herself, walking to the edge of the parking lot. It was a clear night and she tilted her head upwards, her hands stuck deep in the pockets of her hoodie as she tried to pick out the different constellations. She smelled him before she saw him. The sharp scent of spearmint suddenly cut through the tang of the campfire smoke. Evie knew before she turned to look that Javi's obnoxious Storm Par partner, Scott, with his ever-present gum would be standing there. She scowled. "You couldn't stand the hillbilly hoedown, either?" he asked, smacking his gum.

"You know, I actually came over here to be alone."

"Oh, I didn't realize you owned the parking lot now. My apologies." He didn't sound sorry in the slightest. When Evie finally turned to look at him--god, he was so damn tall, it was infuriating--all he did was smirk.

"They're not that bad," she muttered.

"Which ones? The Beverly Hillbillies with their youtube channel, those idiots from Tempest Tours who make tourists sign away any and all liability before they take them into storms they have no business chasing, or the rejects from the Grand Ole Opry?" he asked flatly.

Evie turned away, looking back up at the stars. "Some of them have pretty good voices." He snorted--actually snorted, damn him. "Yeah, okay, Arkansas. Didn't realize you were deaf."

"Don't call me that." "Would you prefer Razorback?" He smirked and smacked his lips again. Evie pondered, just for a second, about smacking him.

Okay, so he knew her school's mascot. Good for him. He'd probably fucking Googled it in the car on the way over here.

"What brings you here from the bustling metropolis of Fayetteville, anyway?" He said Fayetteville the same way some would say garbage dump. "Javi never said." "I don't really think it's any of your business," Evie said quickly. "But...same as Kate, I'm just doing Javi a favor. I happened to be in between some projects, so...the timing worked out."

"Huh."

God, what was this guy's problem? Evie yanked her hands out of her pockets and turned to look at him again, meeting his deep blue-gray gaze. "What?" she demanded.

He shrugged. He actually had the nerve to shrug. "Nothing. Just feel like you're not telling me the whole truth. You and Kate both." "I don't even know Kate, so I can't speak for her. But what do you even care, anyway? We all have a job to do here, and Javi thinks I can help out. That's all."

There was a pause, and behind them, the crowd started up another round of "Friends in Low Places." The irony was almost painful.

"Stop looking at me like that," Evie demanded finally.

He smirked again. "Like what?"

"Like...you're trying to figure me out." He barked out a harsh laugh. "Believe me, I'm not. I just came over here for a little peace and quiet, just like you." He gave her a look like he was daring her to argue with him, and Evie clamped her mouth shut. "I got friends in low places, where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away I'll be okay..."

Scott shook his head, sending another wave of spearmint-scented air in Evie's direction. "I think they're actually getting worse. It's almost impressive." "Are you actively trying to be an asshole, or does it just come naturally to you?" Evie snapped before she could stop herself. Almsot immediately, she regretted it--they had to work together, after all, and just because he was being a jackass didn't mean she had to stoop to his level--but it was too late to take it back.

He chuckled, and she could feel him watching her in the darkness.

"I guess you'll find out. If you're allowed to have secrets, I guess I am too, right?"

Oh, it was going to be a long fucking week.

[hopefullhearts]

Sickeningly Sweet [Scott Miller x Reader - Twisters]

summary: You are Tyler Owens' childhood best friend and member of his storm chasing crew. A storm outbreak means you and the gang cross paths with Storm Par on more than one occasion, and your sweet southern charm drives Scott crazy (in more than one way).

content warnings: somewhat heated kissing, no use of y/n, light name-calling/teasing, not proofread/bad writing (I have not written a fanfic in forever), bad taste in candy, & i think that is all!

word count: 3.5k

a/n: I have not written or posted on tumblr in SO long but I saw Twisters for the glenn powell craze and left with a scott/david corenswet obsession and these thoughts must come out of my head.

Shoutout to @hederasgarden and @sailor-aviator for leading the charge for the Scott girlies. All of their writings and drabbles inspired me to write this one, so check them out!

If people like this I might do a smutty part 2! I don't mind writing smut I just feel like it's not very good hahaha but let me know what you think!

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You heavily resented the idea that guys and girls could not just be friends, because you'd be damned if Tyler Owens wasn't the best friend you ever had.

You met on the playground in Kindergarten. A boy pushed you off a swing, Tyler defended your honor, and the rest was history.

Tyler's overprotective streak made you view him like the brother you never had, and that's how your relationship remained. He was family, and that was that.

Tyler had always been interested in tornadoes, more specifically, how to track and predict them. You, on the other hand, hated science, including weather, but you loved the thrill of the chase.

In college, you studied marketing while Tyler studied meteorology. So, when Tyler had the idea to start streaming his storm chases, you were right there with him to help grow his brand.

Tyler knows he would be stupid not to credit you with all his success. You set up his streaming account, you edited all the clips and drone footage to post to his social media after the fact, and you even gave him the idea for the "Tornado Wrangler" nickname.

Now that everything was off the ground, you mostly put together streaming highlights and designed the merch, but you were right there in the backseat for every single chase, soaking up all the thrills.

This particular storm outbreak was expected to be a big one, so the whole crew strapped in for a week of bad weather, cheap motel rooms, and of course, a few run-ins with other chasers, including the guys from Storm Par.

"Storm Par's here." You said, gesturing to the fleet of white vans parked at the gas station you had just pulled up to.

"Of course they are." Tyler sighed. "There's probably going to be a lot of damage done by these storms for them to swoop in on. Just ignore them."

"No, we should be polite." You chastised him. "I'm gonna go say hi. Will you get me a cherry coke please?"

Tyler fought back an eye-roll, but nodded with a smile as you both got out of the car. "Of course."

Like everyone else in the crew, the Storm Par guys got on your last nerve. They were all a bunch of Ivy League grads who thought a more expensive degree made them better than everyone else.

However, being raised by your Mama, the epitome of Southern grace and charm, you always put a smile on your face and treated them with kindness. You even occasionally brought them food or coffee if you ran into them in the aftermath of a storm.

And even though you were blissfully unaware of the fact, this drove Scott absolutely mad.

"Hi Scott, Javi." You said cheerfully to the two boys in charge.

Scott replied with a grunt, but Javi was quick to greet you with genuine enthusiasm. "Hey! How are you?"

"I'm doing well." You nodded, smoothing your hands over your athleisure skirt. "Excited for a good chase today. How about you guys?"

"Us too." Javi nodded. "We're hoping to finally get some solid data collection today."

"Ah." You nodded, unsure what to say. You hated the idea of what they were collecting data for, but Javi seemed like a nice enough guy, and Tyler ripped on them enough for the both of you.

"Something on your mind there, princess?" Scott finally spoke, glancing away from his tablet to look down on you (literally and figuratively).

You rolled your eyes. While you would normally love to be called a princess, it always sounded like an insult coming from Scott, his voice always laced with a touch of venom.

"No, nothing at all." You smiled. "Just wondering if we'll see you guys in the aftermath if there's any damage done?"

"Why? Are you looking to increase your t-shirt sales?"

You bit your tongue, doing your best to hold your composure and not let him get to you.

"Nope, just trying to figure out if we need to make some extra to-go boxes for you guys." You decided to focus your gaze on Javi instead, finding him less intimidating.

Javi opened his mouth to speak, but Scott beat him to the punch. "I think we can find food on our own, thanks."

You took a deep breath, choosing your next words carefully. "Okay, well, the offer always stands if you change your mind."

Javi smiled and nodded. "As much as I want to see a good storm today, let's hope we don't have a ton of damage clean up."

You smiled. You knew he had a heart.

"That's something we both can agree on." You grinned. "Stay safe out there you guys!"

With that, you turned and walked away. Scott watched you go, your hair and skirt blowing side to side in the wind.

"Stay safe out there you guys." Scott mocked you under his breath.

"Yo, you don't always have to be a jerk to her, you know."

Scott gave him an unamused look. "She comes out here with her little boyfriend, selling his t-shirts and shit, and then skips over here like we're the best of friends with her thick southern accent. It's all fake."

"For one, I don't think Owens is her boyfriend." Javi corrected. "And two, I think she's just a genuinely nice person. She always says hello, even when everyone else in their crew ignores us like the plague."

"Whatever." Scott mumbled.

As you reached the truck, you took the ice-cold Coca-Cola bottle from Tyler's outstretched hand.

"Thank you!" You said excitedly, twisting the cap off to take a sip.

"How are dumb and dumber?" Tyler teased.

"Javi was nice." You informed him. "Scott was... there."

"Ah, yes." Tyler laughed. "Word on the street is he's a man of many words."

"Right." You agreed sarcastically. "But, when he does speak to me, he always calls me princess, and it drives me crazy."

"In what way?" Tyler said, failing to hold back a smirk.

It took you a moment to realize what he was implying, but when you did, you were mortified,

"Tyler Owens!" You gasped, your face flushing red with embarrassment.

""I'm just teasing you! You make it too easy." He laughed loudly. "In my defense, he looks like exactly like every boyfriend you've ever had."

Your face got even warmer, because he was exactly right. You had a weakness for tall, muscular, dark-haired men, and you especially loved a man who was a challenge.

"That is...irrelevant." You said, covering your face in your hands out of pure embarrassment.

Tyler held his hands up in surrender, as you rushed to talk about anything but Scott. "Let's just figure out what storm we're going after, you jerk." You insulted Tyler, but the smile on your face was ear to ear.

Scott watched the interaction from afar, and his chest twisted at your sickeningly sweet smile. Even if you weren't Owens' girlfriend, your closeness was evident. He ignored the burning feeling that was rising within him, not wanting to question why it was there in the first place.

Tornadoes were scary, but trying to understand how he felt about you? Terrifying.

"Alright, boss man, which storm are we chasing?" Javi pulled him out of his thoughts with a hand clapped on his shoulder, and he finally pulled his gaze away from your smile, the sound of your laughter fading into the background.

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The storm was bad.

It hit a small town of about 3,000 people, and you estimated based on the initial damage scene that it was an EF3 at best, maybe even an EF4.

You were currently handing out anything that might be helpful to families who had been impacted by the tornado - blankets, water, heat lamps. pre-made sandwiches and cookies. You tried to offer them any comfort you could with a smile and hug, but you understood the devastation they felt all too well.

In the early days, you would try to help with the damage cleanup, but Tyler insisted that you stay back at the camper and talk to the families.

At first, you were insulted, and you thought that Tyler was insinuating you weren't strong enough to move heavy tree limbs or pieces of drywall. You finally asked him about it one day, and he laughed.

"Absolutely not!" He insisted. "You just have this energy around you that's calming, and these families need that. Your empathy and kindness are doing much more for them right now than cleaning up a bunch of rubble would."

You had never thought of it like that, but once Tyler pointed it out, it became your mission to be the solace that these families in crisis needed.

"Is there anything else we can do for you, Mrs. Smith?" You asked, rubbing the arms of a middle-aged woman who you had been speaking to for a few minutes now.

"No, thank you." She sniffled. "I really appreciate you guys being here. God bless you."

You smiled, giving her another hug. "Please let us know if there's anything more we can do to help."

She nodded, walking away to join her family, who were staring at the remains of their house.

You pushed back tears, feeling silly that this never got any easier for you, but also focused on being the anchor that these folks needed.

Scott saw you before you saw him. He watched you from afar as you did your work. He watched you force a smile and hold these people as they cried. He also watched you look up to blink back the tears before taking a deep breath and moving on to the next.

And damn if it didn't drive him nuts.

This job is easier when he doesn't get involved with the people impacted. It's easier to pretend not to care. But watching you pour your heart out to strangers, just because it's the right thing to do? It made his heart jump, and that scared him.

Ignoring the people involved and ignoring his feelings for you had become increasingly more difficult with every chase.

"Scott!" You called, approaching him with a styrofoam container in your hand.

He sighed, mentally preparing himself as you literally bounced over to him.

How the hell does someone look this good after taking on a tornado?

"Here." You offered him the container. "It's just a ham and cheese sandwich and a cookie."

"I'm really not hungry." He responded.

"Seriously?" You asked, not buying it. "We've all been chasing since 10 AM and it's nearly 8, you have to be hungry."

Scott shrugged, trying to hold back the things he really wanted to say.

"Fine." You sighed. "We're right over here if you change your mind."

"Yeah, I know princess. It's hard to miss you being the town's savior over there."

Scott watched you visibly retract and he internally screamed as his heart dropped. You probably hated him, but it didn't matter anyway. You were far too sweet for him, so putting a wedge between the two of you seemed to be the smartest way to outrun his feelings.

"Wow." You spoke, your voice much smaller and shakier than usual. "I knew you were sarcastic and maybe even a little mean, but I never thought you were actually cruel. So, thanks, for enlightening me."

And with that, you turned and strutted off. This time, you failed to fight back the tears as you returned to the camper.

And to your horror, Tyler was there, taking a break from clean up for some water.

When Tyler sees you cry, his overprotective streak comes out instantly, and right now you didn't want to be protected, because you were so embarrassed that he finally got to you. You were even more embarrassed that you thought that just maybe, he might be a good person under that scowl and hard facade.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?" Tyler rushed up to meet you.

You nodded, trying to stop sniffling. "I'm fine."

Tyler looked behind you to see Scott watching you closely, with a look that almost mimicked longing, and he quickly put two and two together.

"Let me handle this." He insisted.

You shook your head in protest. "No, Tyler, please, he thinks I'm a waste of time anyways, it's not worth it."

"Trust me, he doesn't," Tyler reassured you. "Let me handle this, and if it goes badly, I'll edit all the stream highlights for the next two weeks, okay?"

"Deal." You nodded.

You truly did trust him more than anyone in your life, so you opted to go inside the camper and dry up your tears while he went to speak to Scott. You would let Tyler handle it, but no way were you going to stand there and watch, looking like a puppy who just got kicked.

"Coming to defend your girlfriend's honor?" Scott said sarcastically, trying to mask any emotion he was feeling.

"Dude, seriously." Tyler glared at him. "If you want her attention being a complete and total asshole is not the way you get it."

"Is that what you think? That I want her 'attention'?" He said, framing the last word in air quotes.

"Yeah, I do." Tyler nodded. "I saw the look you gave her as she walked away."

"Okay, so what?" Scott shrugged. "You might be surprised to know I am human and I didn't mean to make her cry."

"Sure." Tyler nodded. "So, what about all the other times I've caught you staring at her, hm?"

Scott stayed silent, stunned speechless.

"Ah, you thought you were better at hiding it, didn't you?" Tyler said with a smug grin. "Every time we end up at the same gas station, restaurant, bar, or motel, your eyes follow her nearly the whole time. And don't even get me started on the holes you burn into my head when I'm talking to her."

"Alright, fine." Scott snapped angrily. "Here to rub it in my face then?"

Tyler sighed in frustration. "No."

"Then what?"

"I'm going to give you a piece of advice."

"Why?" Scott scoffed. "It's no secret that we aren't friends."

"I know her better than anyone else, do you want my help or not?" Tyler asked, his patience nearing its limit.

Scott didn't protest this time.

"Look, no matter what I think about you, you're pretty much exactly her type," Tyler said, much to Scott's surprise. "So if you want her, apologize and tell her how you feel."

"She's not going to feel the same, and she deserves much better than me." Scott retorted. "C'mon Owens, you know what we do. When she comes floating into these broken towns like a heaven-sent angel, I'm collecting data for the devil."

"That doesn't have to be a permanent problem." Tyler pointed out. "Plus, she likes a challenge, and she's definitely brave enough to think she can fix you."

That cracked a smile from both of them, followed by a moment of silence.

"218." Tyler said.

"What?"

"That's the room she's staying in tonight." Tyler said, starting to walk away. "Apologize."

Scott nodded, beginning to formulate a plan on how the hell he was going to get you to forgive him.

--

You were snug under your blanket in the motel room watching reruns of Modern Family when the knock came.

You sighed and got up, not bothering to check the peephole as you assumed it was just Tyler coming to talk about the day's events.

So when you opened the door to see Scott standing there, you couldn't be more surprised.

"What are you doing here?" You said quietly, nearly breathless at the sight of him.

It wasn't the first time you had seen him outside of that stupid Storm Par white jumpsuit, but it was the first time you had seen him in gray sweatpants and a tight black long-sleeve shirt that clung to his muscles in a way that you could only describe as sinful.

He towered over you, leaning against the frame of the doorway, and you nearly shuddered when you looked up to meet the intense gaze in his eyes.

"I brought you something. As an apology for being an ass earlier today."

"Oh, and what did you bring for all the other times?" You spat back, no longer in the mood to play nice with him.

"I deserve that." He sighed. "Can I come in?"

"Depends." You responded, and he raised an eyebrow. "What did you bring me?"

He handed you a plastic bag, and you opened it to find a Cherry Coke, Sour Patch Kids, and a Honey Bun.

All of your favorites.

"How did you know what I like?" You asked, curious to know if Tyler was behind this.

"You always get some combination of the three at any local gas station." He shrugged.

He remembered because the first time he saw you buy all three he physically rolled his eyes, because, of course, you would buy snacks just as sickeningly sweet as you.

"I didn't know you paid this much attention to me." You said softly.

"Yeah." Scott inhaled a sharp breath. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Can I please come in?"

You opened the door, inviting him in with the gesture. The door shut behind you, and there was a brief moment of silence between you two.

"I'm sorry, for being a jerk today and every other time I'm around you." Scott started, visibly nervous as he ran a hand through his hair. "I wish I had a better explanation for why I've been such an ass."

"Yeah, so let's hear it." You said, hands on your hips. "Because I have been nothing but nice to you, even though I don't like who you work for and what they stand for."

"I know." He nodded. "At first, I thought you were being fake or sarcastic because it was unfathomable to me that you would be nice to us when you have absolutely no reason to be."

You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"But once I learned more about you, and I realized you were being genuinely nice," Scott took a deep breath, building up all his courage. "It knocked me off my feet."

"What do you mean?" You asked, confused at what he was getting at

"I spend most of my time pretending that I don't care about the people that are devastated by all of this, because it's easier that way. But watching you bear your heart and soul to all of these people, just because you can?" Scott scoffed. "It makes it hard to pretend like I don't care about them, or more importantly, about you."

"You care about me?"

"I do." He nodded. "And I was a jerk to you because I thought it would be easier to make you hate me than it would be to admit that I have feelings for you, when you're far too good for me."

His admission stunned you. You can feel your heart thumping out of your chest as you look into his eyes, which look painstakingly vulnerable.

"I completely understand if you don't feel the same way, but I couldn't outrun these feelings anymore, and I wanted to at least let you know that I'm sorry."

The room fell silent as you processed everything he just told you. Scott was panicking inside, waiting for what felt like years for you to say something, anything.

"Do you know why I was always nice to you?" You asked him. "Because I was hoping that somewhere in there you had a good side. I needed to know that you had a heart before I could admit to myself that I felt drawn to you."

"Do you still? Feel drawn to me?"

You nodded. Stepping closer to him so that you were nearly face to face.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please." You nodded desperately, your words barely above a whisper.

His lips were on yours in a flash, and the pure intensity of the kiss nearly knocked you off your feet. It was heated and rough, but somehow gentle and passionate at the same time. His thumb grazed your cheek as he pulled you closer, and every spot his fingers touched made your skin feel like it was on fire. You couldn't get enough of him.

Once he knew you were comfortable, he took the liberty of exploring you more. His tongue slipped into your mouth gently and his teeth caught your bottom lip, causing a small whimper to come from the back of your throat.

Scott groaned at the sound, letting his mind imagine (not for the first time) all of the sounds he could pull from you.

When the two of you finally pulled away for air, he kept you close, his hands ghosting under your chin around your neck, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You taste just as sweet as I thought you would," Scott said with a smirk.

"Shut up and kiss me again."

[c0renswet]

Requesting a one shot or head cannons of Scott with a girl that matches his sass and wit 👀

this man doesn’t need to be fixed, he just needs someone to match his freak <3

Can’t Get Enough (scott miller x reader)

warnings: swearing, scott has an attitude but what else is new

a/n: couldn’t resist making this into a drabble. scott and reader have feelings for each other but are too shy to say it (awwww)

my inbox is open for requests! rules for requests are on my pinned post :)

“The cell to the east has better numbers.”

Scott looked at you, his arms folded across his chest. His usual emotionless and flat expression sat on his face. You hated it.

“The cell to the east is running into low instability and being choked out by its own outflow. It’ll die before we get to it. It’d make more sense to chase the western cell.”

You looked up from the tablet that sat in your hands. His eyes weren’t covered by his sunglasses like they normally were. His dark hair was hidden under the hat he always wore, his shirt was neatly tucked in and buttoned up, minus a few buttons at the top, exposing the top of his black undershirt. He was tall, his muscular form hovered over you. You hated how attractive he was, you hated how a guy so pretty could be such an asshole.

“Fine. Whatever. Let’s go.”

Scott practically snatched the tablet out of your hands, huffing as he walked towards your shared vehicle. He should’ve hated how you were always right, how you always matched his attitude, but he loved it. He loved hearing your sarcastic remarks towards him, how you rolled your eyes at everything he’d say.

You got in the passenger seat of the car, waiting as Scott climbed in and started the ignition. You could smell his cologne, it was almost intoxicating. You could hear the smack of his gum with every movement of his jaw. You watched his eyes on the road in front of him, the way his throat moved when he would swallow. You hated how attractive he was.

When a red square popped up on the radar screen that was pulled up on the laptop in front of you, you couldn’t help the cocky smile that formed on your lips. You’d never felt so proud to see the words ‘Tornado Warning’ when you hovered the mouse cursor over the polygon.

“So much for the eastern cell, Miller.”

“Fuck off.”

The words were short and direct. Scott clenched his jaw and an irritated sigh fell from his lips. You always assumed he hated the nickname you’d given him, but what you didn’t know was just how much he liked when you said his name, how much he liked how your lips twisted into that stupid smile when you knew you were right.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

[hederasgarden]

David Corenswet Characters Masterlist

Superman

Drabbles

Green with Affection (Clark Kent x F!Reader | Gen | 532)

Prompt - Wait a minute. Are you jealous?

The Sun (Clark Kent x F!Reader | Gen | 627)

After a difficult fight, Clark needs you.

Series

Under the Influence (Clark Kent x F!Reader | Mature| Ongoing Series)

While investigating a suspicious pharmaceutical company, you and Clark find yourselves exposed to a drug that forces you to grapple with its unforeseen consequences.

Twisters

Oneshots

Like Oil and Water (Scott Miller x F!Reader | Explicit | 2.1K )

Your office power struggle with Scott comes to a head.

Alternative ending to Like Oil and Water

Something Better (Scott Miller x F!Reader | Mature | 1.4K )

A chance encounter with your academic rival reminds you there's more to life than looks.

Behind Closed Doors (Scott Miller x F!Reader | Explicit | 2.3K )

Sometime during the last few months things shifted between you and Scott, and your mutual dislike turned into an entirely different beast.

Headcanons

Scott + Housewife kink #1

Scott x Reader who is a member of Tyler's team

Scott + Housewife kink #2

1920s!Scott x Reader who loves to push his buttons

CNC with boyfriend Scott

Soft Scott thoughts

Height kink with Scott

Scott when his wife is pregnant

What kind of kisser is Scott?

Personal Trainer!Scott

Scott's porn habits

Scott's photos of you

Meeting the parents with Scott

Scott covering you with his cum

Soft thoughts with Scott

Valentine's Day with Scott

♡Main Masterlist♡

[deuces-sunglasses]

Bedmate

fluffy scott miller x reader drabble

You opened the door to see scott, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Your eyes flickered to the hollywood curl sitting prettily on his forehead.

You stood there smiling like an idiot.

He clicked his tongue.

“You gonna let me in?” he asked with annoying amusement.

“Oh!” You quickly opened the door wider to let him in, then closed it behind him.

Scott scratched his neck and held out the flowers.

“You mentioned these before, so i thought…” His deep voice trailed off. You could see that he was checking you out, but you refrained from laughing.

“They’re perfect, thank you.” You said softly, taking them and going to place them next to the kitchen sink. “I have the perfect vase, I’ll arrange it in just a second!” You wanted to chug half a bottle of mouthwash and check your hair before you guys left for your date.

You stopped to think for a second, remembering how you had tidied your bedroom that morning.

“I’m nearly ready but you can wait in my room? If you want to...“

“Sure.” A short and not quite sweet response, as always.

”Just in there!” You pointed to your room and then dashed into the bathroom. Nervousness and excitement flowed through you as you swilled mouthwash and made your final adjustments.

You left the bathroom, wondering if Scott was annoyed at having to wait.

You found him sitting on your bed, reading the blurb of the book that had been on your bedside table.

“Scott.”

“Y/n.”

You were about to roll your eyes when you spotted your jellycat teddy bear still on your bed, their head against your pillow.

How did you forget?! You had made sure to hide all your other teddies and plushies away, not wanting him to judge you.

You dived for it, but Scott somehow grabbed it first and placed his hand on your back, pulling you towards him.

You sat up, feeling flustered. Scott placed the bear on his lap. You frowned at him in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me there was another man sleeping in your bed.” He said with a monotone voice. You gasped in mock offense.

You reached to take the bear back, but Scott stood up.

“He’s… cute. Like everything else in here.” He smirked. “But I think he will have to stay behind.”

He placed the bear back down with surprising gentleness, then offered you his hand.

“You ready to go, doll?”

[uyinq]

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[librababe99]

Welcome to my Blog!

(Updated: January 22nd 2025)

Hi everyone! My name is Veronica₊˚⊹♡.

❥・I'm 25 years old ❥・She/Her pronouns ❥・I'm currently a graduate student working towards my Masters of Public Health degree

Minors please DO NOT interact-- this is strictly an 18+ blog*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Interests:

❥・Marvel Universe ❥・DC Universe ❥・The Boys ❥・The Last of Us ❥・Jack Reacher (TV series)

Characters I will write for:

Logan Howlett, Scott Summers, Remy Lebeau, Wade Wilson, Young!Erik Lensherr, Young! Charles Xavier, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Loki, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, Solider Boy, Homelander, Joel Miller, Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson's version), John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Gerrick, König

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Feel free to send a request through my "ask" button or send me a direct message! ❥・I write "character x reader" fics (no use of Y/N here) ❥・Gender Neutral reader or Female Reader is what I lean towards ❥・I will write smut, fluff and angst ❥・One shots, headcannons, longer stories, series, etc

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[faerieroyal]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ children born of fairy stock, never need for shirt or frock…

🧚🏻‍♂️ what/who i write for … 🧚🏻‍♂️

➺ golden trio era: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, neville longbottom, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, percy weasley, dean thomas, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle.

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➺ gilmore girls: jess mariano, rory gilmore, paris geller, luke danes, lane kim, lorelai gilmore.

➺ dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts.

➺ criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, elle greenaway.

➺ marvel: peter parker (tasm or mcu), bruce banner, kate bishop, yelena belova (platonic, familial, or qpr requests only), bucky barnes, sam wilson, poly!sambucky, ava starr, loki laufeyson, druig, makkari, poly!drukkari, natasha romanoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, eddie brock, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly.

➺ x-men: scott summers, jean grey, logan howlett, wade wilson, poly!deadclaws, hank mccoy, kurt wagner, alex summers.

➺ bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, penelope featherington, eloise bridgerton, simon basset, kate sharma, edwina sharma, poly!kanthony.

➺ dc: bruce wayne, harley quinn, jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, damian wayne (platonic or familial requests only), barbara gordon, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, clark kent, wally west, barry allen, pamela isley.

➺ newsies: jack kelly, “crutchie” morris, davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack higgins.

➺ formula one: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, lance stroll, mick schumacher, alex albon, george russell, esteban ocon, yuki tsunoda, zhou guanyu.

➺ nhl hockey: quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, nico hischier, william nylander, matthew knies, joseph woll, sidney crosby, leon draisaitl, jeremy swayman, brock faber, jake middleton, matt boldy, jamie drysdale, nick suzuki, cole caufield, arber xhekaj, juraj slafkovsky, matty beniers, shane wright, jared mccann, joey daccord, adam larsson.

➺ the hobbit (movies): thorin oakenshield, thranduil, kíli durin, fíli durin.

➺ horror: poly!ghostface (billy loomis & stu macher), jason voorhees, michael myers, daniel robitaille, carrie white, hannibal lecter, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair.

➺ miscellaneous: phil wenneck (the hangover), goodnight robicheaux (the magnificent seven 2016), billy rocks (the magnificent seven 2016), tangerine (bullet train), roy kent (ted lasso), ted lasso (ted lasso), evan “buck” buckley (911), eddie diaz (911), poly!buddie (911), eggsy unwin (kingsman), joel miller (the last of us).

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reader preferences: any! i will write for male, female, gender-neutral readers. ♡

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[st4rfckerz]

every once in a while during a chase, scott ends up in the backseat of one of the storm par vehicles and sometimes winds up taking the middle, legs wide, completely manspreading like it’s his right. since he’s just so big, there’s barely any room left, leaving you smushed against the door

[clairewritesandrambles]

Scott needily grabbing your ass when he’s cums when you’re on top… 🫢 those hands 😩

Anon. ANON. Please, I am not strong enough for this today.

He doesn't let you get on top often. He prefers seeing you underneath him, either fucking you into the mattress from behind or watching your cock drunk face while you're a mess for him. So when he does? Oh, it's even hotter to him than usual.

Note: I wrote this with a plus-sized reader in mind, because my body is the exact reason why I actually hate being on top in my own sex-capades.

This spiraled. I started thinking this would be like 100-200 words. It's almost 1300. I hope it's good.

CW: Spanking (once), breeding, talking of body insecurity, Scott being sweet for once?, Claire talks too much

"That's it, baby. Nice and slow. I want to see you shaking from how bad you want my cock." Scott was reclined against his stack of pillows, one arm obnoxiously tucked behind his head while the other hand rubbed soft circles into your thigh.

"Scott... Please just fuck me." Your voice was soft, unable to hold his hungry gaze as he took in your form straddling his thick thighs. You felt too exposed, even with your hands resting on his chest allowing you to obscure some of his view of your body.

Shaking his head, he took the hand under his head and used it to caress your hip. "You're not getting out of this that easily. I wanna see you fall apart on my cock before I even think about having you under me." Seeing the uncertain look in your eyes, he threaded his fingers through yours as a soft, reassuring smile touched his lips. "You can do it, beautiful."

"Scott," you whined, "please." You shifted uncomfortably on him, thoughts running through your head a thousand miles a minute. Thoughts of your face from his point of view, the look of your body, and the feel of your weight on his hips and chest. Would he be turned off by it? Would it feel good for him? Not for the first time, you worried about Scott seeing the flaws you saw in yourself and realizing what he has gotten himself into.

You're jostled from your thoughts by Scott readjusting himself to sit up to your level, the concern on his face indicating he'd recognized the look of overthinking on your face. He always teased that he knew you better than you knew yourself and in moments like these you believed him.

"Talk to me. What's wrong?" He bumped his forehead against yours, giving you no option but to look into his eyes while his strong arms held you close.

"I just..." You trailed off, considering playing it cool before you saw him raise an unimpressed eyebrow, already a step ahead of you. "It feels good, right? I'm not too heavy or anything?"

A large hand snakes its way to cup your jaw, making you instinctively lean into his warmth. You always loved it when he used his hands on you, seeing them flex as he held and touched you, and the warmth they provided.

"You always feel amazing, baby. I could spend the rest of my life with you on top of me, letting me see that beautiful body of yours, and I'd feel completely at peace." He whispered these words like a sacred promise, his thumb dragging on your bottom lip as he softly angled his head even closer to yours. "I am so fucking in love with all of you."

Your entire body heated at his words, your hands grabbing at his face to join his mouth with yours. His tongue licked into your mouth, stealing your sighs as one hand slipped around your back while the other trailed down your jaw to land at your throat.

"Now," he said, breaking the kiss, "ride my cock like a good girl." He leaned back as his hands encircled your hips, his hair falling into his lust-filled eyes.

"Yes, sir," you mocked, leaning forward to brush his hair back into place as you pressed one last kiss to his lips. Your hips lifted on his cock before you sat back, drawing a heavenly moan from his lips, the sound mixing with his words and touch to spur confidence into you.

His grip was bruising as you rode him, profanities mixing with praises as you bounced on his cock. You knew you'd wake up with marks tomorrow, Scott's fingers brushing over them with a satisfied sigh as you two dressed for the day. 

"You feel so fucking good, baby." He breathed, thumb brushing over your clit. Your pussy clenched in response, a strangled sound escaping Scott's mouth as he threw his head back in pleasure. "Come on, beautiful. Come for me, I wanna feel you fucking leaking down my cock, you can do it."

You didn't even have time to react before your orgasm washed over you, making you cry out his name and clench around him. He shot up to a half-sitting position, catching you as you collapsed on his shoulder. "Fuck, good girl. You're so fucking good for me."

With his hand behind him providing more leverage, Scott started thrusting into you, fucking himself even deeper into you than he already was. All pretenses were dropped as he desperately chased after his orgasm, his other hand gripping your ass as he pulled you down to keep as much of him inside of you as he could.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight, I can't wait to fill you." He mouthed at your neck, your fingers grabbing onto the hairs at the base of his neck as he sucked a mark onto a sweet spot. Praises fell freely from his mouth now, his grip on your ass tightening before crescendoing into a firm smack. "Gonna fill you and get you fucking pregnant."

His words drew out a sound that didn't even sound human, making you clench around him once again as a second orgasm rocketed up to settle as a tight ball in your stomach. You could hear his smirk as he continued: "You want that? Want me to pump you full of cum until you can't take anymore? You'd take more though, if I told you because you're so fucking good for me." You weren't even in control of your own body at this point, hips desperately meeting his thrusts. "God, I'd fucking love to see your body while you're pregnant. Nice and full of me, wearing little loose dresses around the house so I can fill you over and over again. Fuck I'll keep you nice and bred every day."

His words rip a second orgasm from  you, your body spasming as you kiss him again, all teeth and tongue through the rush of passion. More filthy words continued to escape against your lips, Scott losing coherency in the throes of his building orgasm. He fully straightens up, both hands grasping your hips to push you down onto him as his cock twitched and filled you. Deep grunts filled the air as he continued minuscule thrusts, the aftershocks of his orgasms continuing to go through him. As he came down, he mouthed at your jaw, dropping down your neck and chest before finalizing with a soft kiss in the valley of your breasts.

Satisfied, he leaned back against the pillows, more strewed on the bed than before. You moved to lay beside him, causing a discontent sound to come from his throat as he pulled you back down onto his slowly softening cock. "It's not going to stick if you get up right away. Gotta make sure it works." He spoke like he couldn't believe you'd think of getting off.

"How stupid of me." You rolled your eyes, taking in how good he looked with a sheen of sweat glistening off his skin and curling his hair.

He smirked knowingly at you, seeing you take in his appearance. But his words didn’t match the arrogant expression, instead reflecting only the soft look in his eyes. "I love you."

"I love you, too. You're going soft, Miller." You taunted, reaching out once again to brush a hair off his face when he caught your wrist.

"Only for you," he conceded, pressing a soft kiss to your pulse point and pulling you to lay on his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

[cosmic-kid-in-motion]

Love Will Abide: A fandom fundraising event

Last fall I was struggling to get enough money to register for classes, did a go fund me. I promised I’d put money back into the community. Well, I’ve been blessed to get a better paying job and am doing better for myself!

This semester I’m going an independent study on lgbt music history and combined with Oscar Isaac and Pedro pascals outspoken support for lgbt 🏳️‍🌈 persons, I decided to start a fundraiser for Stonewall Housing! I was also inspired by @toxicanonymity using her platform to help mobilize, I thought: why not me too?

What do I do?

All you gotta do is send me an ask telling me you donated to Stonewall Housing, a project helping lgbt people leave unsafe environments and secure housing. Housing is a major way to keep people away from crime, unhealthy drug use, and out of domestic violence and abuse.

I’ve been told the charity doesn’t have a payment option for USA! Here is what Olive did

If that doesn’t work for you, alternate lgbt housing charity in the USA is Ali Forney center, but any lgbt housing project or lgbt charity will be accepted! So if you wanna donate to your local shelter, a shelter supporting lgbt indigenous peoples, or trans specific or whatever go ahead!

How much do I donate?

Anything! A dollar is 💯 allowed 🥰

Do I need to show evidence or receipts?

Nope! This is operating on good faith.

What do I get?

A drabble of your choice!

Choose from

Oscar Isaac characters: Santiago Marc Steven Jake llewyn Poe Leto

Pedro pascal characters: Joel, Javi p or Javi g, Frankie Clint Kermit

Other: Logan Howlett, Kurt Wagner Scott summers Remy lebeau rogue, Eddie Brock Steve Murphy Will and Ben miller Tommy miller

Combinations are allowed if you wanna see a ship! Tell me smut or fluff or both, and what you wanna see!

For every donation you make, I’ll donate $5 usd to stonewall housing as well!

Send an ask after donation any time between now END OF MAY!

Drabbles might take a little time to come out since I’m busy with my disability event but I’ll get them all!

[arcane-vagabond]

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[twistersobsessed]

you write for Scott there isn't enough of him!!! He come off as a guy who would super jealous protective and Possessive over his girl. Could you do something where the reader and Scott are together married or engaged your pick. Tyler keeps hitting on the reader just to get a rise out of Scott and throw him off his storm game the reader knows what tyler is playing at and laughs it off but Scott can't. Turns out he let's it get to him cuz he is scared to lose the readerand the reader explains to him she only wants him for always and forever. You can end it in sweet smut if you like.

jealousy, jealousy | Scott x Reader Drabble

A/N: My smut inspiration is lacking right now.

You and Scott had been married for a year now. You’d met when Storm Par was just developing, and funnily enough, you’d hated one another at first. Javi brought you onboard, you were friends in high school and had grown really close after his tragedy with his friends in college.

Much like how Scott reacted to Kate, he thought you were a useless addition and a distraction for Javi. But you proved yourself to be a good worker, and you always matched his attitude which he actually found rather attractive.

You started dating a few months after you met, and dated for two years before he proposed. Everyone on the team was happy for you and since your “bosses” were just investors, you weren’t separated at work. Leading you to when Javi brought Kate on board.

Scott Miller loved his wife and hated Tyler Owens. Tyler and Scott particularly did not like each other, and being the little shit starter he was, Tyler would often flirt with you in front of Scott to piss him off.

Today was one of those days, as Tyler came up to you when you were standing with Scott and began laying on the charm. You could feel Scott tensing beside you. You placed a comforting hand on his arm and warmly laughed Tyler off.

Tyler would always back off once you told him it was enough, so he bid you goodbye, continuing to not acknowledge Scott.

Scott remained tense even after Owens had left. A scowl was permanent on his face. “Honey, he’s just trying to get to you,” you tried to soothe him. But Scott turned around without a word and headed for the truck, guiding you along with a firm hand on your back.

He was in a sour mood for the rest of the day, and by the time the two of you had settled into a motel room for the night, you’d had enough of it.

“Scott,” you demanded his attention. He turned to look at you. You reached up a hand to cradle his face. “What’s wrong? Talk to me. I know you don’t like Tyler but he only flirts with me to make you mad, he doesn’t mean it. And I know you know that, so what’s up?”

Scott took in a deep breath. He absolutely hated being vulnerable but something about you always had him bearing his soul. “I’m scared of losing you.”

“Oh, Scottie,” you cooed, climbing into his lap. “You’ll never lose me. I’m yours. I love you more than I will ever love anybody else.”

Scott’s breath hitched, his hands settling on your hips. “You mean that?”

You pressed your lips to his, kissing him sweetly before pulling back. “Of course I do.”

Scott smiled. “I love you, (Name).”