All of these look great, I really hope you don't give up on posting the full version someday, and feed us with more dad scott. Pls ⚽️🍼🍨
thank you and of course!! i intend to post all of these they might take a little time but they will be posted!!
⚽️ SUNDAY SCARIES— dad!scott x reader (18+)
With Lacey picking up soccer, what had been a monthly tradition morphed into a weekly thing. Not quite the full dinner, but those five minutes where he got to say something asinine and then watch you roll your eyes while he dropped Lacey back off at yours were becoming very important to him. Tonight, however, you’ve let him in properly. It was hard not to when he showed up at your door covered in more grass stains than Lacey, hair sticking out at all angles and a grin so wide you feared it might split his face in half. “Daddy lost the tickle fight,” Lacey giggles as she kicks off her shoes and runs into the living room.
🍼 LEARNING CURVE — dad!scott x reader (mr argumentative pt3, 18+)
Lesson Number Five: stormchasers don't make good partners. At least that's what the forums you've spent your free time trawling have told you. ' you'll always come second to the thrill' one disgruntled user writes before detailing the circumstances of her divorce in gut-wrenching detail. You're not sure why you were looking into it — Scott's complaints about your reluctance to date had dwindled recently — and you wish you'd minded your business, but you can't help letting yourself get dragged down into the depths of marital discontent splashed across the forums. There seemed to be one conclusion: the only person who could make it work with a storm chaser was another storm chaser — and you are no storm chaser.
🍨ONE MORE NIGHT— dad!scott x reader (request, 18+)
Scott watches with barely concealed contempt as you describe every excruciating detail of your date — down to the hurried snapping of his fingers at the waitress. "Worst thing about this is he picked some upscale restaurant so now I'm out $100 and I didn't even have a good time. Food was great though," you shrug, holding your glass out to him for a refill. "You paid to go on a shitty date. How empowering," Scott rolls his eyes. "Don't start, we were having such a good time." "Just saying. I'm an asshole and I wouldn't make you pay to go on a shitty date with me," he shrugs, the pads of his fingers warm as he takes the glass from your grip. "No. You'd just irritate me to death instead."
