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Next Time (scott miller x reader) part II - 18+ MDNI

warnings: sexual tension, swearing, scott being scott, not enemies but not friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol/drinking, kissing, eventual smut (soon i promise)

a/n: so sorry it took me so long to get back to this!! i’ve been so busy with personal stuff. just bear with me as i get caught up :)

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

part one | part three (coming soon)

The few days after Scott had paid you his midnight visit to your motel room were awkward. More awkward than usual. You didn’t think the tension between the two of you could get any worse, but it did.

Scott seemed to be in a weird mood when he was around you. He’d practically stopped talking to you altogether, unless it was to communicate during a chase. The silences lasted forever and were more uncomfortable than they’d ever been. You hated to admit that you missed his snarky comments.

You tried to ask him what was wrong but you’d always be met with silence. You gave up.

Tonight, though, you hoped things would be different. Javi had invited some of the crew out for drinks, including you and Scott.

Since you were on the road, you didn’t have anything super nice to wear. You did what you could, putting on a simple t-shirt and jeans. This wasn’t your first time going out with the crew, but there was something in the back of the mind that you couldn’t quite figure out.

Your phone dinged and you picked it up, a text from Javi appearing on the screen.

Be ready in 5. I’ll meet you downstairs.

You typed out a response and finished getting ready. You made your way downstairs, butterflies starting to twirl in your stomach.

Javi was waiting, smiling when he saw you.

“Hey, ready to head out?”

You smiled back at him.

“Yeah, where’s the rest of the guys?”

“They’ll meet us there.”

You walked with Javi to his Storm Par truck. You opened the passenger side door and climbed in. It’d been a while since you’d been in here. It was nice to be in a vehicle other than the SUV you shared with Scott. Javi climbed into the driver’s side, starting the truck.

“Have you noticed something up with Scott?”

Javi inquired.

You were surprised, you didn’t think anyone else had noticed Scott’s weird mood.

“Yeah.”

You swallowed.

“What’s going on?”

Javi looked at you.

“Not sure. He’s been like that for a few days.”

You weren’t sure how to respond, you didn’t want to mention that Scott had given you shit after the chase you were wrong about, or the fact that he’d come to your door in the middle of the night.

Javi shrugged but didn’t push the conversation. He pulled into the parking lot of a small bar, parking next to Scott’s SUV. The butterflies in your stomach intensified. You got out of the truck and took a deep breath, trying to gather yourself before going inside.

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Javi and the rest of the crew had left the table you and Scott were at. They were off somewhere playing pool and darts, typical bar stuff that you weren’t interested in. Scott sat across from you. He hadn’t talked to you much, other than a few acknowledgements.

The alcohol had melted away your nervousness. So you asked him again.

“Hey. What’s wrong with you?”

You broke the uncomfortable silence.

Scott looked at you, those menacing blue eyes fixed into yours. His hair was brushed nicely, dark curls framing his face perfectly. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans. You were drunk but you had to admit that he looked good, really good.

“Scott. I know something is up. Talk to me.”

You pushed him. You were tired of his silence.

His jaw clenched, something in his eyes darkened as he looked at you. He studied you, eyes moving over you like he was looking for something.

“Scott.”

You wanted to beg, plead for a response from him. But you kept your composure.

Scott stood up, you weren’t sure what he was doing until he grabbed your arm, making you stand up.

“What-”

He looked around to make sure none of the others were paying attention before he pulled you with him into a bathroom. Scott slammed the door behind the two of you, making sure it was locked before he turned to face you.

“What the hell, Scott?”

You snapped at him, even though you weren’t exactly sure why you were mad.

“Shut up.”

He grabbed your face. He wasn’t rough with his touch, but it was enough to make you be quiet.

“You wanna know what’s wrong with me? Hm?”

He spit the words out. You looked at him. His eyes were dark, sky blue covered by a dark cloud. His eyes matched the skies that you loved chasing.

“It’s you. You. I went to your room that night wanting you to let me in. I can’t get you out of my head. Since I met you, since Javi put you with me… fuck, you’re intoxicating.”

You opened your mouth to speak but Scott’s lips met yours before you could. He kissed you rough, deep; full of heat and desire. Scott pushed you up against the wall behind you, his body so close to yours you could feel his warmth.

You kissed him back, meeting his desire with your own. You realized what was in the back of your mind for so long, it was him. You longed for him. You snapped out of your thoughts when Scott’s lips met your neck, gently sucking on the areas that made your knees weak. Your skin was flushed and you felt so warm.

“Scott..”

“Shhh.”

Scott mumbled against your skin. His voice was deep, filled with lust. You loved it.

Scott pulled away from you, and suddenly his warmth was gone. You whined instinctively, wanting his touch.

“Not here.”

Scott collected himself, his face flushed and lips swollen from kissing you.

He turned to open the door, but you stopped him.

“Scott, come to my room tonight. I’ll let you in.”

Scott smirked at you, opening the door.

“I’ll take you back to the motel. Javi’s hammered.”

Scott walked out. You waited a few minutes before leaving the bathroom, trying to find Javi. You found him at the bar, laughing with some of the guys from the crew.

“Javi-”

“Heyyyy, y/n! Where’ve you been?”

Javi laughed, his words slurred.

“Scott’s gonna take me back to the motel. Text me if you need me to come get you.”

Javi looked at you, but it was almost as though he didn’t process anything you’d said. He took a moment to respond.

“Right on! Thank him for me.”

Javi smiled and went back to talking with the guys. You shook your head as you walked away. Scott was waiting for you by the door.

“So, you’ll let me in, huh?”

Scott held the door open for you as you walked out.

“Only if you’re nice to me.”

You winked at him, getting in the passenger seat of the familiar SUV.

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@rossylightwood asked to be tagged <3

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he can wrangle my tornado 🐎🌪️ ⚡️

curly x twisters/storm chaser au :3

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Request for Scott Miller!!

Everyone knows Scott is strict, never smiles all work no play. But when they finish out the storm chasing season he invites the storm par team to his house for an end of chasing season BBQ and they find out he has a whole damn wife at home who he is an absolute softie for!!

(He's got the house, the wife and the dog..... maybe potentially wife is pregnant??)

waaaait this is so cute

Rough Exterior (scott miller x reader)

warnings: kissing, scott being nice, mentions of alcohol/drinking

a/n: i’m getting caught up on requests so bear with me!! i promise i’m not ignoring you :)

“I didn’t know you were up to doing stuff like this.”

Javi stood next to Scott, beer bottle in hand.

“It’s not usually my forte, but she insisted on meeting you guys.”

Scott inquired, taking a sip of his own beer, eyes watching the other members of Storm Par gathered around the porch.

“She?”

Javi raised an eyebrow.

Before Scott could respond, you came out of the house, two plates of appetizers in your hands.

“Appetizers are ready!”

You exclaimed to the small crowd, setting the plates on the large table that stood in the center of the porch.

You turned, making your way over to where Scott and Javi were standing.

“Evening, boys.”

You smiled, taking the beer from Scott’s hand.

Javi smiled at you, noticing the ring on your hand when you raised the bottle to your lips.

“This is Javi,”

Scott introduced you, wrapping his arm around you. The scent of his cologne filled your nose, the softness of his black t-shirt brushed up against the skin of your arm.

Scott was taller than you— much taller— and he was big. You could feel the warmth from his chest as he held you to him.

“Javi, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You smiled.

“Wish I could say the same.”

Javi responded, his tone coming out more cocky than he’d meant.

You looked at Scott. You knew he wasn’t one to get personal, but you were almost surprised he hadn’t mentioned you to the person he spent so much of his time with.

“Yeah, uh- sorry about that.”

Scott managed a smile and shrugged. You felt him pull you closer for a moment, almost like he was hugging you. There was a moment of silence.

“Hey, wanna meet everyone else?”

Scott broke the silence.

“That’s why they’re here right?”

You looked up at him, his blue eyes gazing into yours. His dark hair was brushed neatly, smooth waves framing his face beautifully.

Scott chuckled.

“Hey guys, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

The Storm Par crew turned to look at the two of you, their chatter quickly becoming silent.

“This is my beautiful wife, y/n.”

Scott rubbed your shoulder with the hand that was holding you. You smiled at the crew.

“Sorry he was hiding me from you, I guess I’m really that special.”

You teased, giving Scott a small elbow to his side.

“Finally, someone who managed to get through his personality.”

The crew laughed at the comment, Javi included.

“Alright, alright. Go back to your conversations.”

Scott rolled his eyes, taking his arm from around you and walking inside. You followed him and shut the back door behind you.

“Scott,”

Scott stopped in front of you and turned around. Before you could say anything, he kissed you. The kiss was deep, soft— loving.

“I love you.”

He whispered against your lips before pulling away completely.

“…I love you too.”

You smiled to yourself.

You were more than glad you’d been the one to break through his rough exterior.

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omg i’ve gotten a few requests for scott fics so i promise i’ll get back to writing for him soon 🙏 i’ve been so busy with personal stuff + found more things to yap about, but i promise i’m not ignoring your requests!!

my inbox is still open, just bear with me as i get caught up :)

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daisuke in the medical room with curly

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Y/N, slaps on his bicep : Whoa! your muscles are huge!

Captain Curly, flexing : (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Thanks, it’s from carrying emotional baggage, repressed trauma and peer pressures!

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all of this cowboy curly content gave me a vision….

curly x twisters/storm chaser au wip :3

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Curly: The tulpar real source of sunlight and vitamin D 🙂‍↕️🤲☀️💊

A Curly’s smile a day keeps the doctor away 🙂‍↕️

(Well except Anya she can stay 💜)

I just love drawing Curly sm especially when he is smiling djjdjdj i cant draw dark or sad or more abstract of this great game so i will just do what i do best is wholesome stuff lol 😭🙏 So expect fun and happy art from me of this game lol djjdjd 💜