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Motivation Ficlets - Scotty

Intro: Another motivation-y ficlet for you!  I was feeling really sicky today and realized I needed a sweet Scotty hug!  

I AM 100% CONVINCED THAT SCOTTY IS THE BEST HUGGER OF ALL TIME IF YOU DISAGREE I WILL ACTUALLY FIGHT YOU

Just another pick-me-up fic.  <3

Word Count: 657

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible so I don’t have Scotty saying “lass” or “lad” which was actually really difficult lol)

-Enjoy!-

Somehow, despite your shaking hands and watery eyes, you made it to the engineering room.  

Ducking under low beams and curving around big metal boilers, you followed the sound of upbeat music that drifted out of a radio, which you knew was Scotty's.  Finally you saw the familiar red shirt and wispy red-brown hair and you nearly broke down right there.  You managed to get your feet to carry you forward and Scotty lifted his head when he saw you, a big smile on his face. 

"Y/N?  What're you doin' here?" The familiar lilt of his accent made you lip quiver and you crossed your shaking arms over your chest. 

"Well, I..." You sniffed, your voice lost in the loud music, the air getting caught in your lungs. 

"Are you alright?" His voice, a lot softer now and you managed to meet his whiskey brown eyes, brows furrowed with concern as he tapped his PADD and shut the music off.  

You shook your head and felt your face drop as a sob escaped you and dropped your chin to your chest, feeling the hot tears slide down your cheeks and drip to the floor. 

"Oh, hey, what's the matter?" Scotty neared you and you felt his hesitation, his cautiousness, and you knew him, he was just trying to figure out what to do so he wouldn't make the situation worse.  

Gasping sobs escaped you and you knew exactly what you needed right now, the one thing you had thought about this entire, very long, very demanding day, so you reached out to his chest, leaning into him.  A soft 'oh' escaped him as you nuzzled your face into his shirt, pressing into his collarbone, and very quickly his arms came around you, understanding that you wanted a hug, and pulling you tightly to him.   One hand held you firmly around your waist, the other sliding up and cradling your head, holding your face to his chest.  

"Okay, love." He soothed between your sobs, and you trembled despite the snug embrace. 

Scotty rocked slightly and tightened his grip, whispering a chorus of, "Shhh.." and "I'm here, Y/N." and "It's alright." into your hair.  

You loved Scotty's hugs, lived for them, and he gave them freely, excessively, once you had gotten to know him well.  And today had been so exhausting and taken such an emotional toll that you realized you needed something else to hold you together for a while, and this did the trick perfectly.  

He thumbed at the skin of your neck, right below your ear, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, a kiss you found yourself leaning in to as you took a few cycling breaths to begin to calm yourself down.  

Scotty held you for what seemed like hours, just standing there, whispering sweet nothings and stroking his calloused thumb across your skin until you were finally able to gain your breath again.  You pushed away gently, eventually, but Scotty's arms didn't fall away, just settled on your upper arms as he studied your probably red face and puffy eyes.  You smoothed out the  wrinkles you had left on his shirt and met his gaze, giving him a weak smile.  

"Do you want to see what I've been working on?" Scotty whispered, a smirk playing at his lips and he gave your arms a quick squeeze. 

His excitement brought a real smile to your lips and you nodded.  He lead you over to his workstation, sitting you down on a stool, not letting his hands leave you until he was sure you weren't going to topple off.  

Then he stepped back and gave you the biggest smile, jumping right in to explaining this new exciting thing he was manufacturing.  And though you had no idea what any of it meant, you loved Scotty's endless rambling, his electric excitement actually soothing you, and you felt yourself relax for the first time that day.  

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you liked it!-

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OK Scotty with "It was just a dream. You're alright." <3

You woke to tossing and turning next to you. You lifted your head slowly, looking over at your partner in bed. His brow was soaked in sweat and he was mumbling. You reached a hand over and tried to wake him. “Monty?” Nothing. You shook him harder, “Monty? Come on.”

Suddenly he bolted up and yelled out for you. He was shaking, raising a hand to his face, trying to catch his breath. You sat up quickly and placed a hand on his back as he tried to even his breathing. “Easy Monty. Easy. It was just a dream. You’re alright.”

He turned and hugged you tightly. Pressing his face into your neck. “It was awful.” You ran your hands over his back, a hand moving to run through his tousled hair.

“What was it?”

“Y-you got really hurt. Really hurt on this away mission and then you…Oh god….right in my arms…” You kissed his cheek and took his face into your hands.

“I am right here. Alright? I’m real. I’m solid.” You took his hand and placed it high on your left side. Letting him feel your heartbeat. “See? still livin’.”

“There was so much blood,” tears streamed down his cheeks as his eyes searched you.

“I know sweetie, I know.” you wiped tears from his face. “But it was a dream. Just a dream.”

“What if it comes true,” he whispered. The way his voice broke shattered your heart. 

“Well, I can’t promise you I’ll always come home. Or even that I’ll come home uninjured. But I can promise you I’ll always do everything within my power to come home to you Montgomery Scott.” You gently tilted his head down to kiss the crease between his brows. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

He shook his head, “Not just yet.  Canne I just look at ya for a bit? Hold ya’?” You nodded and settled into his arms. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Monty.” 

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 Kiss Six: Tipsy Kiss - Mongomery “Scotty” Scott: Star Trek

MORE KISSES

You always loved being invited to the engineering parties. They were always filled with great people and great drinks that knocked everyone on their asses the next day. You lounged against the makeshift bar, a loose drunk smile on your lips. You watched the party, people talking and dancing. Letting go and forgetting all the stress this mission caused, even if it was just for a few hours.

You snapped your head to your right side when you sensed another body next to you. “Scotty,” you beamed and he snapped his head towards you a bright grin taking over his features.

“Lass, I’m glad you made it! Would you like a scotch?”

You nodded, “as long as it’s from your cabinet.”

He smiled and shook his head, “You think I bring one of my bottles here? Then you’ve gone daft. That’s all back at my cabin.”

“Later then,” you leaned in closer to him so your noses were no more than several inches apart.

“Later,” he agreed. He let out a short chuckle his eyes never leaving yours. “Lass, have I ever told you how pretty I think you are?”

It felt like your heart had stopped and was drumming a mile a minute at the same time. “No,” you giggled helplessly, a blush creeping up your cheeks. “I don’t think it’s ever come up.”

“Well, I do. And I think you are awfully smart for understanding all that gibberish that you and Doctor McCoy babble on about.”

“Yeah,” you asked leaning even closer, it was almost like being pulled into a star. “Well, I think you are really pretty,” Scotty let out a guffaw, tossing his head with the sudden burst. “And the way you talk about this ship, it’s like poetry.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. You let your eyes flick from his lips back up to his eyes and he did the same. “You wanna kiss me?” You tilted your head to the side, starting to giggle.

“Only if you let me,” he leaned closer to you and you could smell his cologne, and the whiskey on his breath. You pressed your lips up into his and he brought up a hand behind your head pulling your closer. You pressed your tongue against his lips and he obliged, moving his other hand to cradle your face gently. Your own hand coming up to latch onto his forearms.  You hummed in content as you both took your taste of each other.

Finally, the need for air drove you apart. Your breath mingled between you as you only pulled apart a few inches. “You know,” you rasped, “I could really go for that scotch.”

Scotty grinned, chuckling, still breathless. He moved his hand from your cheek to take yours, “let’s go then.”

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Prompt: I hope you still have spots left, but I would like to request a AOS Scotty with the prompts "I dreamt about you last night" and "Just because." Thank you so much in advance and congratulations on 900 followers! ❤️  From the lovely: @im-an-angel-of-the-lord-you-ass

Warnings: None

Pairing: Scotty/reader

Word count: 482

A/N: I’m not doing a read more on this one because it was such a short one and I’m so sorry for that.

You knocked on the door frame of Scotty’s office as you entered. “Monty, I brought you lunch,” you said lifting the tray slightly for emphasis.

He looked up surprised, “Ah, lass! Whatcha, you do that for? It’s not lunch time, is it?”

You laughed as you kissed the top of his head as you placed down the sack lunch. “It is lunch. And I did it just because I love you.”

He took the tray and smiled at you warmly, then looking over at the food with a hungry glare. Just then his stomach rumbled. “Is this shepherd's pie?”

You nodded, smiling with your lip between your teeth. “Leftovers from the other night during shore leave. The one I made.”

“I didn’t think there were leftovers. I ate a lot of it.”

“I made some more before we left,” you kissed his cheek. You sighed looking at your watch, “My hour is almost up. I gotta get back to the astrophysics lab. I love you, see you later?”

“Always,” Scotty hummed before catching your wrist in his hand “Wait.”

“Monty I gotta go,” you pulled half-heartedly, but he pulled back, bringing you closer.

“I-I know hen but, I had a dream about ye last night.”

You felt your face turned red and attempted to yank way. “No way, I’m not having a quickie with you in your office just because,” you started.

“It wasn’t like that, lass!” Now Scotty was pink in the cheeks. “It was… us. But like years from now. We were on this porch and the sun was setting behind these huge hills. And-and You had all this beautiful grey and silver in your hair. You had these wrinkles to especially around your eyes and mouth and they just made you look beautiful and wise. We were holding hands and talking about something, maybe our retirement. And...Oh, y/n I just...I was so happy thinking we were growing grey together.” Scotty looked down at your hands, he seemed afraid of what you may think about that.

You smiled slowly, tilting his chin up to give his lips a kiss, keeping a hand on his cheek. “That’s beautiful. I have to get back to work but, I want to talk about the possibility of us actually turning grey together. Okay?”

“Aye, I’d love to have that talk.” He grinned at you, eyes sparkling with promise and hope.

You grinned at him as you started backing out of his office, “My quarters? Come by when you get off shift.”

“Will do, Lassie. See you soon.” He watched you go his grin softening into a warm smile. “Love you.”

You patted the door frame, smiling, “Love you, too.” With that you headed back to the lab you mind swimming with the thoughts of the future. Needless to say, you were pretty distracted the rest of your shift.  

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Prompt: Congrats on 900! That's a wonderful big number! Could you do number 40 AOS Scotty, pretty please?? :D For @mustanglegends

Pairing: Scotty/Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: this turned out longer than I wanted. But I really, really love it.  I hope you love it too.

Word Count: 1048

Two years. Two years to the day when you started dating one Montgomery Scott. You drifted around the room fixing the dinner you prepared. 

As a career oriented adult you never really thought you’d run into love. Especially, not someone so wonderful as Scotty. And you never thought you find it during shore leave in an out of the way cabana on Starbase 3. A few shots and glasses of scotch later you were dating.

Your door rang and you ran to open it to your boyfriend. There he was in all his glory, still in his uniform, smudged with oil and sweat. “I-I didn’t want to be late, so I-I came straight here.” You smiled warmly as he continued producing a medium sized box. “This is for you,” he looked over your shoulder to see the dinner you made. “That looks wonderful!”

He reached in to hug you without thinking, but you gently pushed him back, “Hey! Easy there! If you want to clean up, I have a shirt of yours and some deodorant.”

“Are you sayin’ I smell,” he laughed. “Alright,” he kissed your cheek gently, “ I’ll be right back.” He left the box on the table heading for your bathroom.

Scotty stared at himself in the mirror, fussing with his hair. “Alright Montgomery. You are a Scott by God! You can do this. You love her, and she loves you.” He sighed once more, long and heavy, before exiting the bathroom to sit at the table.

You lifted you glass to him, “To us! Two years and more to come.” He gently clinked his glass against yours before taking a bit of his chicken pot pie.

“Oh, Lass,” he moaned. “T-This isn’t replicated. How did you manage this?”

You laughed as he continued taking a few large bites. “I dug into my can stash. The chicken,  veggies, and soup came from there. And oddly enough I had biscuit mix. Hikaru let me raid his spice garden. And the other stuff I replicated. But I thought you might enjoy a more home cooked meal.” You ate some to revealing in the taste. Damn you were good.

“I think I love you even more,” he teased. He grew quite, staring into your eyes. “You are just wonderful.” He sighed softly reaching for your hand across the table. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered. “Two years. It’s been wonderful.”

You reached behind you handing him a bag overflowing with tissue paper. “Here, open mine first.” He laughed as he took into his hands gently removing the paper.

As he pulled out a small bottle, “Isn’t scotch a little cliche, lass,” he chastised. You bit your lip as he stared at the label. “Y/N, this...this is the really good stuff.”

“Check the back.”

He turned the bottle over in his hands. Then his eyes began to water, “I-Is this from the distillery from my hometown?”

“Yeah,” You grinned scooting your chair close. “Single malt, 18 years. I thought you could use a little taste of home out here.” Scotty hung his head placing a hand over his eyes. “Monty,” you placed your hands over his shoulders, wrapping him firmly in your arms.

“This was my first drink. My da’ took me out for it.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you called as his body shook with a cry.

“Thank you. This so, wonderful,” he hugged you tightly, pressing his nose into your shoulder. “How did you even find this?”

“I stumbled onto in at a starbase, don’t worry about it.”  You reached your hand to the box he handed you when you first showed up. “Should I?” He nodded and you grinned as you opened up the box. You gasped as you pulled out a metal model of the Enterprise. “Oh, Monty!”

“I made it for you. It’s a scale model.” He offered, smiling as he saw you grinning, holding up the small ship into the light.

“You made it?” He nodded shrugging. “Who knew you were so artistic! She’s beautiful! Thank you!” You ran your fingers over the metal looking at all the intricate detail.

You looked up to see Scotty staring intensely. Like he was really thinking, his breathing was rapid and he had his lip sucked between his teeth. “Open it up where the bridge would be.”

You turned it over delicately in your hands, pressing a small button to open the hatch of where the bridge would be. You expected to see a model of said bridge, but no. There was a ring.

You gaped at it, reaching in and picking it up in your fingertips. It was a simple silver band, not much more. An engraving caught your eyes, it was small but read, “For my bonnie lass. Love Montgomery.” You raised your head to look at him, eyes burning with tears. You had to look down to find him on one knee.

“Y/F/N,” Scotty spoke shakily. “Two years ago, I didn’t know I could love anything more than this ship. But you, you showed me wrong.” He reached and grabbed your hand between his. “I love you so much. And I-I,” he stumbled over his words getting choked up with emotion, but he kept his eyes locked on yours. Oh, those eyes, those deep soulful eyes that spoke where his words failed him. “I had this whole speech, an’ now I can’t think of a word. How do you do that?” You shrugged uselessly as tears flowed down your face. He reached for the ring, in your fingers grasping it gently. “Would ya want ta marry me, lass?”

You pushed yourself down into his arms holding him tighter than you think you held anyone. “Yes,” you sobbed out pressing his face into his neck. “Yes, I want to marry you” Gently he pried you back, taking your hand and tentatively pushing the ring on your finger. “Where’d you get it?”

“Made it from an old piece of the bulkhead,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss on your temple. “You like it? I could always make another one if you wanted. Does it need to be sized, I took an educated guess,” you kissed him, holding onto the sides of his face.

“It’s perfect. Just like you.”

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Prompt: Congrats on 900! So amazing and so well deserved! Can I please have solid Scotty fluff with number 19? I am in dire need of pure scotty fluff. Tanks. ❤❤❤ From the lovely @kaitymccoy123

Pairing: Scotty/Reader

Warnings: Nope

A/N: I made it very fluffy. It’s a shy bashful Scotty which is like my favorite Scotty. So here you go!

Word Count: 600

Jim smiled as he saw Scotty tugging nervously at the cuff of a white button up shirt and a blazer. “Don’t you look dapper, Scotty?”

Scotty’s head sprung up as he looked Jim in the eyes instead of the port. “Huh? Oh, yes. Thank ya. I-I um, I have a date with Y/N this evenin’ She’s a nurse. A bloody good one.” He sucked in his bottom lip as he still adjusted his shirt. “We decided the best place for a first date was during shore leave. So...here we are.”

“‘Bout time. You two have been beating around the bush for like a year.” Jim crossed his arms, grinning. “I’m happy for you.You two seem like you could be a good match.” Scotty nodded numbly, staring towards the gate, waiting for you to exit the ship. “Scotty, relax! She clearly likes you! Just be you, alright? And this is Jim talking, not your Captain. She’d be lucky to have you.”

The pair looked at each for a minute before Scotty smiled, “Thank you, Jim. T-tha’ means a lot.” Suddenly his attention was pulled to you in a nice sun dress, messing with your hair before your eyes met his. “Oh, wow.”

Jim slapped Scotty on his back before walking off. “Don’t have too much fun.”

Dinner was quiet, you two chatted politely sharing an interest and personal history. It was a lovely distraction from your normally loud life. He was soft and charming and couldn’t stop smiling. That bright smile that forced your lips to turn up at the edges. As you eased into conversation Scotty enthused about his work in engineering just bursting with pride and passion. When he had realized he had been talking for more than ten minutes straight he blushed apologizing.

“It’s alright,” you assured. “I like hearing you talk. It’s nice.”

“Tell me about Medbay.”

“It’s nothing. I love it, caring for people and all. But your engineers need to learn not to get hurt. I see like a day or two where someone from engineering doesn’t waltz in. Not to mention how often I see you.”

Scotty blushed again, looking down at his hands. “Well, I might have...hurt myself a few times to see you.”

You sat back with your arms cross, “That is both the sweetest and stupidest thing I think I’ve ever heard. Stop doing that. Okay?”

“No problem, Lass. I know it was silly but I just need a reason to see you.” You smiled at him as he messed with his napkin.

“You don’t need a reason,” you cooed softly.

After the bill had been paid you walked side by side quietly enjoying the simulated sunset. You let your hands dangle at your sides. You had been in this situation before on a first date and it was awkward, but this wasn’t. It was nice, comfortable silence. You went on like that for a bit, just enjoying the company you were in.

Suddenly you felt fingers brush against yours. You accidentally jumped, turning to look at Scotty who was blushing fiercely. “I-I’m sorry. I-I um, Can I hold your hand,” the question was soft and barely heard, but he made eye contact. Deep, emotional, wonderful eye contact that seemed to speak to you more than his words. You smiled warmly as you gently wove your fingers into his, not saying a word. With you both sharing a smile you took the remaining of your walk hand in hand.

No, you didn’t know a lot about love, but you did know that this was going to be something beautiful.

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