#chat: scottie

[spawksstuff]

Star Trek TMP Australia Promotion Tour Part 3/3

20 Dec 1979 The News

After this, De and Carolyn went to Hawaii for a vacation (told in an interview with Merv Griffin later).

[daleearnhardt]

Scott McLaughlin noted Chappell Roan and Charli XCX fan.

[blamemma]

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[the-great-kazooy]

What if TJ and George were friends. What if Terry had showed George his little diorama of New York over sodas? What if they’d chat in the afternoon while Terry headed home from work? What if George called Terry right before he died? Wanting to talk to his friend for the last time? What if Terry didn’t pick up in time? What if he was distracted by his work that he didn’t hear the phone? What if he was there at George’s funeral? What if he made a very dedicated speech to the man, knowing his words was never enough????

WHAT IF—

[billiejoestarmstrong]

More scene Chat Noir, he is currently giving me brain rot

[brucewaynehater101]

When they get older and tired of being overlooked/treated like they're worth less than other heroes/being in someone's shadow YJ starts to go on more space adventures

In the event that they have to give a name other than their hero mantle then they still aren't going to give their actual identities to anyone. Instead one of them introduces themselves first and the others have to think of names that go along with the theme that the first one has chosen.

Example:

Tim: I'm Daniel Jackson

Kon: I'm Jack O'Niell

Cassie: I'm Teal'c

Bart: I'm Samantha Carter!

or

Kon: I'm James T. Kirk

Tim: I'm Spock

Cassie: I'm Mccoy

Bart: I'm Scotty

or

Cass: I'm Percy Jackson

Kon: I'm Will Solace

Tim: I'm Nico D'Angelo

Bart: I'm Mr. D

This, but YJ makes up backstories on the spot.

They are casually chatting with a stranger about life experiences when Bart pipes up with a "After the bear attack, we haven't been able to look at camouflage the same."

YJ can either double down on the story, or vaguely brush it off with other concerning phrases.

Basically, they can't deny what another person claims is "true" unless they are saying the other person is misremembering small facts.

For example:

Kon: "Yeah! This guy used his bare feet to grip his hamburger."

Cassie: "They weren't completely bare! He painted little gloves on his big toenails."

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

Spock x reader

Could you please do. 5 times Spock caught the reader from falling +1 time he didn't. Reader gets really hurt but no death. Just hurt/comfort please✨

Of course I will do this for you! I hope you don't mind I shortened it a little for the sake of my word count. (It's already too long) But the premise is the same!

Warnings: reader is very clumsy, blood, brief description of a burn, language and I think that's it!

Word Count: 3,351 (buckle up)

Let me know if you guys want a part 2 to this one, I feel like it has tha kind of potential 👀

Allow the Ground to Find its Brutal Way to Me - Spock x Reader

1.

               The first time Ensign (Y/N) met Spock was an accident. She was supposed to be in the engine room – as per her engineering status – but instead, she was hiding away in the lounge. Most of her daily work was finished anyway, she could stand to take a break and catch up on her reading. However, just as she had reached a particularly exciting part of her book, her communicator crackled to life and Scotty’s voice filled the once peaceful silence.

               “(L/N), I need you to return to the engine room. I need your help repairing a minor issue with the hyperdrive.”

               The thought of ignoring the call crossed her mind but then so did the thought of losing her job,

               “On my way.”

               With a defeated sigh, (Y/N) marked her page and left the lounge. As the door hissed open, she stepped out without looking and bumped harshly into someone. (Y/N) and the stranger tottered for a moment before they both stabilized.

               “Sorry-“

               “Apologies-“

               Commander Spock was admittedly distracted by his datapad when he heard the lounge door open. He had looked up a bit too late and walked straight into the woman walking out of the room. After their quick apologies, the young ensign left without introduction. Spock had never seen her before and upon noting her red dress surmised that she worked primarily in the engine room. He let out a short hum as he continued on his path toward the bridge, this time making sure to keep his eyes on the hallway.

2.

               Over the next few months, (Y/N) and Spock saw a lot more of each other. Whether it was a coincidence or fate (Y/N) did not care she was just glad it happened. The two have many things in common such as a love for reading, art, and history. (Y/N) had become quite fond of her commanding officer and upon that realization, the thought of losing her job crossed her mind once again. The door to the Bridge hissed open and she walked as gracefully as she could beside Scotty as they entered for their weekly report. Supposedly, this ritual was so that Captain Kirk could be kept in the loop about any problems we may be having down in the engine room but (Y/N) was starting to think that it was simply a way for Kirk and Scotty to chat. For about five minutes the two men had a serious conversation, and then it transitioned into a more friendly and less important one that (Y/N) tuned out of. 

Spock noticed her as soon as she stepped onto the Bridge. Her hair was pulled away from her face today - she must have been doing mechanical work. He recalled her mentioning that she doesn’t like pulling her hair up because it gives her a headache. 

“...so I only pull it up when I have to. Don’t want it to get in the way while I’m neck deep in a turbine of something.”

The Vulcan huffed a breath through his nose that almost resembled a chuckle at the memory. Spock looked back toward (Y/N) at the sound of her laughter. Her lips curled in a lopsided grin and her cheeks flushed a pretty pink color as she waved off whatever it was Kirk had said to make her laugh. Spock’s brown eyes stared intently at (Y/N)’s face. She was a very beautiful woman - it would be illogical for him to deny that - but it was not practical to dwell on those thoughts so he begrudgingly looked back down at his work. 

(Y/N) had sneaked what she thought were subtle glances toward the Vulcan. How could she not? But apparently, the glances were not subtle enough to go undetected by Captain Kirk who had connected her gaze with his second in command. 

“Spock? Really? Come on, of all the men on board,” Kirk scoffed. 

(Y/N) looked down at her shoes feeling a bit caught and murmured, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Scotty and Kirk exchanged knowing glances and Kirk reached out and tapped (Y/N) on the shoulder, “Hey, do you think Vulcans get jealous? I think we should test it out and call it a science experiment.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at the notion. She waved off the suggestion and shook her head in disbelief. “You are unbelievable. Can I be dismissed? I do have a job to complete.” 

Kirk nodded and sent her away with a smile. She was relieved to be out of that situation and made her way back toward the elevator which just so happened to lead her right past a certain Vulcan. He looked up as she walked past and she waved and smiled. He nodded back. Unfortunately for (Y/N)’s confidence, she happened to walk a bit too close to the control table Spock was standing behind and managed to knock her hip into it hard enough for her to stumble. Spock quickly reached out and grabbed her bicep so she wouldn’t fall and (Y/N) gave him a sheepish grin. 

“Whoops,” she chuckled as she straightened herself up. “My clumsiness strikes again.” She chuckled to herself as she left the room. 

3.

(Y/N)’s palms were sweaty as she quickly swiped them against her uniform. Her eyes flicked between the aliens in front of her and Kirk. She had been part of a group that was meant to explore a newly found planet, however, the locals were not as accepting as the captain had anticipated. Normally, (Y/N) would not be involved in such missions but much to her annoyance the people on this planet spoke a dialect close enough to a language she knew to make her a valuable translator. The mood was quite tense as she stood in between the two groups. The aliens had just told Kirk that if they did not leave the planet soon, they would be punished.

“Punished how?” Kirk asked her. She cringed.

“I’d rather not repeat that one. Just know the description was very graphic and I think we should follow their direction.”

Kirk rolled his shoulders back and narrowed his eyes. “How about a bargain?” 

(Y/N) hesitated before relaying the question to the lead alien. The alien paused before allowing Kirk to elaborate. 

“You keep a member of our crew until we’re done with analysis and then we will come back for them when we leave. No more than 24 hours.”

Spock, who had remained silent by Kirk’s side grabbed the captain’s shoulder, “This is not a good idea. We don’t know how they treat prisoners here. You could be putting one of the crew members in danger.” 

“Relax. We’ll send one of the officers with them. They have training to withstand or escape if necessary. I know what I’m doing, Spock.

(Y/N) had relayed the proposition and the aliens turned to each other to deliberate. (Y/N) shifted on her feet and looked over at Spock with a wary expression. She said nothing but Spock understood: Whatever the aliens were saying wasn’t good. After a few moments, the aliens gave their response. As they spoke, (Y/N)’s eyes widened. When the aliens finished, she turned to Kirk and cleared her throat. 

“They say that they accept your bargain as long as they get to choose who stays.”

“Fine. Who do they want?”

“Me.”

A long pause. Kirk could feel Spock’s glare burning into the back of his head and chose not to cast a glance in his direction. “No.”

“It does make the most sense. I’m the only one who can speak to them and it’s only for a day. Who knows, maybe they’ll tell me stuff about their people.” (Y/N) could not believe she was advocating for herself to be a prisoner of some strange race but she just didn’t want shooting to start. 

Kirk finally cast a sidelong glance to his second in command who was already looking at him with an unreadable expression. Spock simply nodded. He couldn’t deny the logic. While she was there she could act as an ambassador on behalf of Star Fleet. 

“Fine” Kirk nodded and immediately (Y/N) was taken by the arms in a firm grip. She yelped in surprise and forced her legs to cooperate as she was led away from her group. 

“I guess the 24 hours starts now!” She said over her shoulder as she was led back toward the little village the aliens came from. 

Data gathering and analysis had never gone quicker. Everyone on the ground crew worked overtime through the night to gather as much as they could in the short time they were given. To say Spock was nervous would be a bit of an understatement. Anytime his hands were not occupied by work he would be picking his cuticles raw at the thought of (Y/N) stuck in that village. He was not optimistic, but Kirk reminded him that the aliens may not be hostile toward her. Spock often forgot that possibility. The group stood at the edge of the village just as the 24 hours were up. Much to Spock’s relief, (Y/N) was being led over to them unharmed. She was held firmly by the arm just as she had been yesterday but she seemed much less nervous today. 

“You okay?” Kirk asked when she was standing across from him 

“Yeah, I’m fine. They want to know if you have what you came for.”

Kirk nodded and, as if on cue, the alien holding (Y/N) pushed her forward. It wasn’t a particularly hard push, however, (Y/N) was not expecting the sudden forward momentum and tripped over her own feet. Spock, who stood once again at Kirk’s side, stepped forward and allowed (Y/N) to fall into him so she wouldn't hit the ground. The Ensign’s fingers softly gripped into Spock’s forearms and she straightened herself, murmuring a thanks under her breath. 

“Let’s head back to the ship.” She said grabbing both Spock and Kirk by the arm and leading the group away from the watching aliens. 

1. 

The only lights in the engine room were the red flashing emergency lights. The zap of electricity was heard from frayed or snapped wires and steam blew from busted pipes. (Y/N) had her hair messily pulled from her face and sweat dripping down the back of her neck as she gritted her teeth. She was clinging tightly to a pipe close to the hyperdrive with a tool in hand attempting to fix the catastrophic problem that had come from a too close encounter with the Klingons. The Enterprise groaned and tilted causing (Y/N) to hold tighter to her only anchor. The tool fell from her hand as she squeezed her eyes shut. When she didn’t hear the clang of the metal tool hitting the floor for several seconds she suddenly realized how far off the ground she really was. She had already climbed several feet up the scaffolding before the ship tilted, but now even if she tried to drop to the floor she would begin falling toward the wall. The ship was almost completely on its side and there was no way she would survive a fall from where she was. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” (Y/N) whined as she willed her aching arms and legs to stay wrapped around the pipe. The metal beneath her hands quivered and clicked as pressure built up in the pipe. (Y/N) looked around for something, anything, that she could grab to move away from this pipe which felt like it was going to burst at any time. 

“Ensign (Y/N)?” Someone shouted her name but she couldn’t see where they were standing. 

“Help! I’m definitely stuck!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, hoping the person could pinpoint her location. There was a pause and then the sound of something exploding and crackling with electricity. 

“I can’t use the walkway, the ship has tilted too far and the alternative route has just been…obstructed.”

It was Spock! (Y/N) could have cried from relief even though he was telling her he couldn’t get to her. Something about knowing he was there with her made her a little less afraid. She took a deep breath and looked around again. This time for a way for Spock. She saw one on the North side of the room. It was just level enough that if He came through that door, he could carefully walk toward where she was. There was just one problem. 

“I see another way but,” (Y/N) let out a breathy, humorless chuckle, “You’re going to have to come in from the North hallway.”

Spock blinked in his spot against the wall. The ship shuddered and he stabilized himself with his hands. He heard (Y/N) gasp but didn’t hear anything else. The North Hall was all the way on the other side. He would have to backtrack and go around and who knows the state of that side of the ship. 

“That- that may not work.” 

“I know but there’s no other good way in.” (Y/N) could feel her arms tiring. If something didn’t change soon, she was going to fall. She felt her stomach sink at the thought. 

Spock didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t see (Y/N) so he had no idea what kind of state she was in. He swore under his breath. It didn’t matter. The only way to possibly help her was to go to the other side. If she sounded that calm, she must believe she’ll be okay long enough for him to make it. 

“I’m going around. I swear I will come to get you just stay where you are.” Before she could answer he was gone.

(Y/N) sighed and briefly rested her forehead on the warmed metal. “God, you have no idea how difficult that’s going to be.” 

She didn’t know how long she had been hanging there, but it felt like forever. Every few moments the ship would groan and shift and it was getting increasingly hard to stay on the pipe. (Y/N) felt her eyes sting with unwanted tears as her limbs grew numb. She grunted as she tried to adjust her grip. She bit back a sob. The metal was getting warmer. Air was compressing on the inside and pressure was building. At any moment it would- another awful groan, then a hiss and a loud crack as the metal in front of her chest broke open. (Y/N) screamed as hot steam hit her. Her arms and legs finally lost grip as the shock of the pain ran through her body. Another blood-curdling scream ripped itself from her throat as she fell from the pipe, quickly plummeting toward the far wall below her. When the hard material met her back, the air left her lungs as she gurgled on the fluid bubbling up in her throat, and just as the sensation of the pain of her fall crept in, the darkness in the corner of her vision overcame her. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” 

The sound was very faint but it was unmistakable. It was Spock calling her name. Her eyes were stubbornly refusing to open and the rest of her body felt numb but she could hear him getting closer. She noted through hazy sensation that she was lying on her side. The ship must have shifted again. Hands were on her. She couldn’t tell where but she knew the familiar pressure of Spock’s grip on her. A gurgling sound came from her as she was carefully turned over. 

Blood lazily drooled from her lips and her head flopped lazily to the side. She looked dead, Spock thought as he searched for a pulse. His eyes burned with unshed tears but he couldn't let himself feel at that moment. He had to focus on getting (Y/N) out. Like he promised. However weak it was, the pulse he felt beneath his fingers overwhelmed him. 

“(Y/N), can you hear me?” 

Yes. 

He got no response. Spock looked her over once again before gently scooping her up into his arms. It was as he walked toward the - now clear - exit of the engine room that he let his eyes roam the large burn on her upper chest. Parts of her uniform had been melted against her skin and some of the skin had started to blister. Spock tore his eyes away. He couldn’t stand to look. “I am going to get you out of here.” He said to her, but it was him who needed the reassurance. 

Burning. That’s the first thing (Y/N) smelled. As if someone were burning meat. It was to her horror as she opened her eyes and focused on her surroundings that the smell was coming from her own body. Despite her panic, she didn’t have the energy to move but, as she looked around at the infirmary she was in, her body decided that she had the energy to cry. Silent tears streamed down her face as she tried to make some kind of noise. To her left, the heart monitor began to rapidly beep in accordance to her rising heart rate which caused two people to come rushing into the room: Dr. Bones and Spock. Their presence told (Y/N) that she must be in a Star Fleet infirmary, maybe even still on the ship. Bones began to fuss over her, checking her vitals and talking to her in a soft but stern tone, 

“What the hell were you thinkin’ staying in the engine room? You were supposed to evacuate with everyone else.”

Obviously, Bones didn’t expect a response from the girl who still had tears rolling down her cheeks. He glanced at Spock who was awkwardly standing at the foot of the hospital bed, watching. When he looked back (Y/N), her wide, wet eyes were pleading up at him. 

“Now don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re on some pretty strong meds right now so you shouldn’t be feelin’ any pain. Once you’re more physically stable we can start your burn treatments and the physical therapy for your back.”

The heart monitor picked up speed once again as (Y/N)’s eyes seemed to get impossibly wide. Spock chose that moment to gently rest a hand on her leg in comfort. Bones shook his head softly. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about all that right now. Just get some rest and you’ll be right as rain soon.” The doctor patted her head gently and with one final scan of the machinery in the room, he left the two alone. 

“I-” Spock started then stopped. His brown eyes found (Y/N)’s and he hesitated. He looked down at her hand before continuing, “I am sorry I did not get to you sooner.”

(Y/N) wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault. To grab his hand or shake her head no but she couldn’t. All she could do was look at him and listen as the man before her pleaded for her forgiveness. 

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait very long for Spock to take her hand himself. His skin was cold compared to hers and he felt her fingers twitch against his palm. His eyes snapped to meet hers. Her eyes were still watery but she was no longer crying. She sniffled softly and her cheek twitched, the corner of her mouth barely perking up into a small, lopsided smile. 

I forgive you.

Spock scoffed as a small smile of his own made its way to his face. He stood up and gently rested (Y/N)’s hand against the scratchy hospital blanket. Spock leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and sighed. He could still smell your shampoo in your hair. 

“Get some rest.”

[pavel-chekov-appreciator]

I’m sure this au or something like it already exists but I can’t stop thinking about a modern!human!AU that’s just Kirk, Spock, Bones, Sulu, Chekov, Uhura, and Scotty as college friends who all cram into Jim’s shitty van for a cross-country road trip during summer break.

They have a vague itinerary to hit up everyone with family in the states’s hometowns, but other than that they’re just exploring. Seeking out new life and new civilizations weird tourist traps and cool museums. They’re all nerds. They visit a lot of museums.

The van is of course nicknamed The Enterprise. It is also definitely only still running and in one piece because of Scotty. They frequently have to pull over for him to tinker with something to get them running smoothly again. He loves it.

Chekov is the designated navigator because the first time they drive through a dead zone and no one’s phones could pull up a map he was the first one to pull out and utilize the paper map.

Sulu of course is the best driver in their group. He also absolutely brought a nerf gun with him and is an absolute menace with it.

Despite owning the van Kirk is actually a terrible driver. He is the one who planned this whole thing though. Lovingly referred to as “Captain” for taking on the default leadership role most of the time and being very good at big picture planning.

Spock is better at detail oriented tasks though, and is more or less still second in command-he’s the one making sure they don’t run out of gas and keep more or less on schedule. When they reach his hometown he realizes that he definitely forgot to tell any of his friends that he had siblings. It’s hilariously awkward.

Uhura has an uncanny knack for making friendly small talk with anyone they meet, and finds a lot of really interesting niche points of interest for them to check out by chatting with locals at restaurants and gas stations.

And as usual Bones is making sure no one dies of their own stupidity. He’s got the first aid kit with him at all times because he knows these people.

[youaintnothinbuta]

Could you write something about reader being Scotty’s cousin from Europe. Reader and Elvis start dating in secret ?

“Is everyone where you’re from this pretty?” — Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: you are Scotty’s cousin but develop an interest in Elvis, and the two of you date secretly.

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5K OOPS I’m so sorry if you wanted it shorter </3

Warnings: none! Fluff!! Possible typos, sorry sometimes they’re hard to catch <3

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The summer air was thick as you stepped off the plane. It was your first time in the States, and you had been excited to see what it was all about, especially when Scotty, your cousin, invited you to stay with him in Memphis for the summer. You’d always been close to him, despite the distance between your homes— all the way across an ocean. He was five years your senior, so as an only child, he was the closest thing you had to an older brother. Growing up, you’d heard stories about life in America, but now you were about to experience it firsthand.

Scotty was waiting for you at the airport, his familiar smile breaking into a wide grin when he saw you. He looked exactly as you remembered him—tall, lanky, and his face hadn’t changed a bit since you’d seen him last.

“Well, well, look who finally made it across the pond!” he teased as he pulled you into a hug.

“Scotty!” you laughed, hugging him back tightly. “It’s so good to see you!”

After a short drive, you arrived at Scotty’s house, which was cozy yet full of character. You marveled at the differences between here and back home, from the architecture to the accents you heard in the neighborhood. Scotty had promised you before you came that you’d get to meet some of his friends, who were doing pretty well in the music business. He had been vague on the details, but you could sense he was excited to introduce you.

He let you take the afternoon to recover from your flight, just the two of you chatting and reminiscing in his living room. That evening, Scotty invited you to come along to a rehearsal with his band, where you’d finally meet these friends of his. When you arrived at the studio, it was buzzing with activity—people moving equipment, adjusting microphones, and tuning instruments. But all that chaos faded into the background when you caught sight of a figure you recognised from photographs and news stories. A figure you were rather fond of.

Elvis Presley.

Scotty had mentioned his name in passing, but you hadn’t realised that this was the same Elvis who was quickly becoming a sensation. He was laughing with some of the guys, his presence commanding attention even though he wasn’t trying to.

“Elvis!” Scotty called out, waving him over. Elvis turned, his smile broadening when he saw him, and he made his way over to the two of you.

“Scotty! Who’s this little lady?” Elvis asked, his eyes landing on you with a curious glint.

“This is my cousin, Y/N, fresh in from Europe,” Scotty said, placing a hand on your shoulder, gently. “She’s stayin’ with me for a bit.”

Elvis’ gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, his smile widening. “Well, ain’t that somethin’? Welcome to Memphis.”

“Thank you,” you replied, trying to keep your composure, but feeling a bit starstruck by his presence. “I’m already liking what I see.”

The rehearsal went on, and you found yourself fascinated not just by the music, but by the way Elvis moved and interacted with everyone. There was an undeniable energy about him, something magnetic that drew people in. And as the evening progressed, you noticed that he kept stealing glances your way, his eyes locking with yours every so often. It made your heart race, though you tried not to read too much into it.

When the session wrapped up, Scotty invited everyone back to his place for drinks. The group was lively, sharing stories and laughs, but you couldn’t help but notice that Elvis had gravitated towards you again. He was effortlessly charming, asking you about life in Europe and what you thought of the States so far.

“It’s different,” you admitted with a smile. “But in a good way. I think I could get used to it.”

“Well, I hope you do,” Elvis said, his tone more serious now, his gaze intense as he looked at you.

The night stretched on, and as people started to leave, you found yourself alone with Elvis in the kitchen. Scotty had gone outside to see some friends off, leaving you two in a quiet moment that felt oddly intimate.

“So tell me,” Elvis said, his voice low, “is everyone where you’re from this pretty?”

You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Elvis stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours as he leaned against the counter. “I don’t wanna make things complicated, with you bein’ Scotty’s family and all, but… I’d like to see ya again. Just the two of us.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the idea of dating Elvis Presley both thrilling and terrifying.

“Elvis,” you sighed, “Scotty and you are so close, and I don’t know if he’d want—“

“What do you want?” He interrupted, his hand now resting over yours. You inhaled sharply at the purposeful contact. Something about him made it impossible to say no. And you did really want to.

“I’d like that,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The kitchen door suddenly swung open. Scotty walked in, a broad smile on his face as he entered the room, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere between you and Elvis.

“Hey, what’re y’all doin’ in here?” Scotty asked, his tone light and playful.

Elvis immediately stepped back, putting some distance between the two of you. You could see the flash of nerves in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a casual grin.

“Oh, just chattin’,” Elvis said smoothly. “Y/N here was tellin’ me all about the music scene back home. We gotta tour there, man.”

Scotty nodded, “Oh, wouldn’t that be great? You gotta get the colonel on that, Elvis.”

“Hey,” Elvis suddenly said, his voice a bit louder as if trying to draw attention. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen, and tore some paper off a blank notepad magnetised to the fridge. “You mentioned earlier that one of your friends back home is a fan, right? Let me give you an autograph to take her.”

“Oh, right, thank you,” you replied, catching on quickly. You watched as Elvis scribbled something on the paper. He handed it to you with a small smile.

Elvis gave you one last look before he straightened up and flashed a charming smile at your cousin.

“Well, I should probably get goin’,” Elvis announced, stepping away from the counter. “It was very nice meeting you.”

“Alright, man,” Scotty said, clapping Elvis on the back. “Take care. We’ll see ya ‘round.”

He walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with Scotty. Your cousin turned to you, completely oblivious to the unspoken conversation that had just taken place.

“Glad you’re gettin’ along with everyone,” he said.

“Yeah, everyone is very nice,” you replied, your heart still racing.

Later that night, when you were alone in your room, you pulled out the piece of paper Elvis had given you. His number was scrawled beneath a hastily written message, “Keep this safe. - Elvis.”

A few days later, Scotty had invited you along to the studio again, excited to show you more of the work he was doing with the band.

You quickly spotted Elvis, sitting at the piano. His eyes flicked up as soon as you entered, locking with yours for a brief moment. A subtle smile played on his lips, and you could feel your heart skip a beat.

Scotty led you over to a group of the guys’ girlfriends who were gathered off to the side, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. They welcomed you with warm smiles, and soon you found yourself involved in their conversation, though you couldn’t help but keep glancing over at Elvis.

A couple of hours passed, and the rehearsal was winding down. Scotty walked over to you, wiping sweat from his brow. “Well, looks like we’re about done for the night. You ready to head out?”

Before you could respond, Elvis spoke up from across the room. “Hey, Scotty, how about letting her stay with the girls a bit longer? I can give her a ride home when she’s ready.”

Scotty looked at Elvis, a bit surprised by the offer. He then turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “You alright with that?”

You glanced over at Elvis, who was watching you intently, and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Scotty smiled and gave you a quick hug. “Alright, I’ll see you later then. Thanks, man,” he said, nodding to Elvis before heading out the door.

Once Scotty was gone, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The other musicians began packing up their gear, and the few remaining girlfriends started to trickle out, leaving you and Elvis with just a few others. Elvis walked over to you, his expression softer now that Scotty was gone.

“Wanna get outta here?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

You nodded, a mix of curiosity and excitement bubbling up inside you. “Sure.”

Elvis led you out of the studio, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back as he guided you to his car.

“I would take ya out,” Elvis said as he drove, “but I can’t be sure we won’t get pictured, and I can’t have you ending up in the papers. ‘Specially not without Scotty knowing.”

“I get it.” You said softly. Instead, he took you to his house. Elvis parked the car and walked around to open the door for you, his hand gently guiding you out.

Elvis pushed open the front door, and you were immediately greeted by the comforting smell of home-cooked food. The house was cozy and welcoming, it felt built from love. As you stepped inside, a woman’s voice called out from the other room.

“Elvis? Is that you, honey?”

“Yeah, Mama, it’s me,” Elvis replied, guiding you toward the living room.

You entered the room to find a woman and a man sitting on a couch, their faces lighting up when they saw Elvis. The woman, whom you quickly recognized as his mother, got up and walked over to you with a warm smile.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing!” she said, her voice full of warmth as she pulled you into a gentle hug. “I’m Gladys, and this here’s Vernon, Elvis’ daddy.”

“It’s so nice to meet you both,” you replied, feeling instantly at ease in their presence.

Vernon stood up, offering you a kind smile and a handshake. “Any friend of Elvis’ is welcome here.”

Elvis stood by, watching the interaction with a soft smile. “Mama, Daddy, this is Scotty’s cousin, Y/N. She’s visitin’ from Europe.”

Gladys’s eyes lit up with interest. “Well, how excitin’! You must have some stories to tell.”

Elvis gently guided you toward the couch, sitting down beside you. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and a few of Elvis’s records scattered on a table nearby. After a few minutes of chatting with his parents, Gladys excused herself, offering to get the two of you something to drink, which you both declined. Vernon followed her, leaving you and Elvis alone in the living room. You spent the night talking, telling stories, getting to know each other, singing (or at least, on Elvis’ part) and just hanging out, but as the night continued, it was soon time to head back to Scotty’s house.

Gladys smiled, her eyes twinkling with affection. “You take care, honey. And you,” she held Elvis’ arm, “make sure she gets home safe?”

“Don’t worry, Mama,” Elvis assured her. “I got it.”

You said your goodbyes to his parents, taking a liking to them already. They were kind and welcoming, and you could see where Elvis got his warmth and charm.

As you approached Scotty’s house, Elvis slowed the car, pulling up a little way down the street, wanting a moment with you that wasn’t directly in front of Scotty’s property line. He cut the engine and turned to you, his gaze soft and contemplative.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” he asked, his voice low, almost as if he were afraid of breaking the quiet intimacy that had settled over you both.

You smiled, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “I had a wonderful time, Elvis. Thank you.”

He hesitated for a moment, as if considering something, then leaned in closer. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, one that made your heart race and your cheeks flush.

“I’ll figure somethin’ out,” he promised. “Somewhere we can go, I mean.”

You nodded, still a bit breathless from the kiss. “I can’t wait.”

With a final, tender look, Elvis gently squeezed your hand before turning back to the wheel. He pulled up in front of Scotty’s house and turned to you again.

With a sense of reluctance, you both got out of the car. Elvis walked around to your side, offering his arm as you approached the front door of Scotty’s house. The night air was cool, and the street was quiet, with only the soft chirping of crickets breaking the silence.

As you reached the front door, Elvis hesitated for a moment, then gently knocked on the door. You could tell he was trying to be respectful, even though he probably wanted nothing more than to steal another kiss before saying goodnight.

You stood beside him, your heart pounding as you waited for Scotty to answer. The door creaked open, and there was Scotty, his expression shifting from mild curiosity to recognition as he saw the two of you standing there together.

“Well, look who it is,” Scotty said with a grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Elvis nodded, a slightly sheepish smile on his face. “Didn’t wake you, did we?”

Scotty chuckled and shook his head. He stepped aside, holding the door open for you.

“Thanks for bringing her home, Elvis,” Scotty said, his tone friendly but with an underlying hint of curiosity. “Hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

Elvis laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, she’s a good girl.”

You blushed slightly at the exchange, feeling the warmth in the room despite the teasing.

With one last, lingering glance, Elvis leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight, Y/N’.”

“Goodnight, Elvis,” you replied, your heart fluttering at the tenderness in his voice.

“Night, EP,” Scotty said, closing the door. You pulled your coat off, hanging it up, smiling as you caught a whiff of Elvis’ smell, realising some of his cologne had rubbed off onto you.

“Had a good time?” Scotty asked.

“Yeah, the girls are all lovely.” You reply, heading up the stairs to go to bed. You didn’t love lying to him, but you didn’t love the thought of not seeing Elvis even less.

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A/N: thank you so much for this request, I had so much fun writing it!! if you want part two where you tell Scotty/Scotty finds out, just drop another request and lmk how you want him to react!! (Happy, been knowing, surprised, upset, etc) <3

Also, just wanted to mention! As this was a request, I wanted to stay as true to what you asked for and so that’s why reader is from “Europe” and not any specific country but I promise you as an Aussie, I do know that Europe has tons of different diverse countries and cultures <3

[rhinexstone]

Beach episode of TOS

Spock: at first he’s just looming over the tide pools in awe of the temporary microbiomes. Then he gets roped into a beach volleyball competition, gets super competitive, wins, then after like 5 seconds of glory goes back to the tide pools

Jim: first lightheartedly flirts with others, then spends most of the day trying to pull himself away to look at tidal pools with Spock. He also joins the tournament, teamed up with Spock, then the two slip off to look at tide pools after their victory

Uhura: she doesn’t get up for any of her drinks and sunbathes off and on for a bit. She has a cute purple floral swim cap that matches her swim suit, and she tooooaaaatly isn’t playing mermaids with Chapel when they go off into the water. She played volleyball, but wasn’t putting her life on the line like a certain Vulcan human duo

McCoy: greased up with sunscreen (melanomas no joke, Jim) and sipping drinks all day. He very anxiously watches the volleyball game and plays ref

Christine: she actually loves volleyball but can get really competitive over it so played it cool. She made sure to partner with someone to keep her lighthearted (Sulu) so when they lost it didn’t sting that much. Also, more time for her and Uhura to chit chat and splash around

Scotty: practically one with the ocean, he’s built for ship heat not beach heat. Also, turns out there’s plenty of floatable flasks. Bones found out about this, and strapped him into a life vest.

Sulu: flirting on the beach just like Jim, but doesn’t pump the breaks. He’s over the moon for a chance to team up with Chapel, but he’s not really built for sports. Afterwards he just fucks around with Chekov (he threw a crab at him)

Chekov: nursing popsicles and slushees the whole time in the shade. He’s not a strong swimmer but after borrowing Scotty’s life vest, shenanigans ensue with Sulu

[gayfour]

If the TOS crew had mobile phones

Disclaimer: this is just for fun, and my opinions

Scotty: something samsung, in one of those extreme heavy duty cases that make the phone like an inch thick and able to withstand being inside the warp core (not that he put it in there on purpose...) watches videos about warp cores on full volume on the bridge

Chekov: a very beaten and battered leather flip open case, maybe in navy blue, probably an older iPhone, has a Starfleet sticker on the case, never answers his messages. Got removed from the group chat one time for spamming facts about Russia, and things that were allegedly invented there.

Uhura: Her background is a tribble, shes got an iPhone with a clear case and a photo of a tribble in the back. Her ringtone is her favourite song, but its in a different language for each of her contacts. The languages are not based on the languages that the person speaks, but just "vibes".

Sulu: the latest iPhone, with one of those cases with the glittery liquid in the back, Chekov sometimes steals it to play with the glittery liquid, unicorn dog background. Doesnt text back unless you message him between 1 and 5am. Has never heard his ringtone because his phone has never been not on silent.

Spock: a Google Pixel, hes got one of those leather flip open cases in black. His background is the IDIC symbol. His texts are always grammatically correct (except for the pon farr texting incident, but we dont talk about that)

Jim: an iphone, not the newest one but from within the last few years, his background is a selfie of him, spock, and bones. Neither spock nor bones look like they want to be in the photo. Its his favourite photo, and the only proof he has that spock and bones have ever agreed on something (that selfies are "illogical")

Bones: flip phone. Its blue and it matches his uniform, hes always got the notification sound on full (for emergencies)

[daleearnhardt]

All of my favs winning today. Maybe God is real

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo and scotty james chat to mens health australia about who is more likely to do a shoey out of the two of them featuring some playful flirting bullying

[russellsppttemplates]

Hello, could you write a Lance one where it's Margot's first birthday and reader and Lance have a small family party

"Happy Birthday, dear Margot, Happy Birthday to you", everyone sang to the little one year old.

Margot sat in her father's lap, her face slightly hidden away in his chest even though she had her characteristic beautiful smile on her face, looking at everyone standing around the table, looking at her, "Happy Birthday, sweet girl", Lance whispered and kissed her cheek.

Addalynn was happily helping you distribute the cake slices, "grandpa doesn't have one yet, and neither do I", your oldest said, "Oh, and you and daddy, too", she noticed.

"Good catch, sweetheart", you smiled, cutting back the pieces and asking for help to make sure the plates reached who they needed to reach. The parry was small and gathered both of your families to celebrate your little girl's first birthday.

Sitting next to your mother, you ate some of the cake and looked at the table. Both families got along really well and you were very grateful that you had the opportunity to give this close family time and environment to your kids.

"Do you want some cake, Margot?", you cooed, smoothing down her dress as she beamed at the fork with the sweet food.

Lance smiled and helped Margot straighten her back against his front, grabbing her bib so she wouldn't make a big mess.

You were feeding her the cake when Chloe asked where you kept the kitchen towells, "can you go show her, please? She won't find it otherwise", Lance encouraged, knowing where you kept them and how explaining it would confuse her more.

"It's like a secret door", you sister in-law chuckled, taking the cloth she was looking for, "yes, at first we didn't know what to put there because it's in such a weird and fiddly place, but this seems to work", you added as you walked back to the living area, hearing laughs from everyone.

Right by the spot where you had sat in, Margot had gotten her hands on one of the colourful cupcakes, tiny fingers scooping some of the lavender coloured whipped cream and painting her father's face with it, Addalynn giggling loudly too, "you're looking funny, daddy!".

As you walked closer to them, you smiled as her little chubby hands flew to cover her sister's cheeks and then your own, your reflexes allowing you to lick her finger just before she smeared it on your face, giggling at the feeling of your tongue in her fingers.

"Is that yummy, sweet cheeks?", you asked, grabbing a napkin to clean her hands up, Lance doing the same to himself and Addalynn after your mother snapped a picture.

"Can you believe we have a one year old and a five year old?", Lance said once the girls went to play in the living room with the rest of the guests, helping you starting to clean up the table.

"It seems like it was yesterday when we left Dr. Marlin's office with embryos on your tummy and so much hope for a little one, and then there came Addalynn, and now Margot", he smiled, kissing your forehead, "it's been a journey, but I wouldn't so it with anyone else", he smiled.

"Me neither", you hugged his waist, looking at the way everyone chatted together and played, "Oh no, Scotty and your dad are getting a manicure from Addalynn", you giggled, "your father is getting his hair done by Margot, I'm not sure which one is worse", Lance playfully bit back, "Oh, definitely my dad, look at how Margot is pulling on his hair - c'mon, darling, it's painful just to watch", you cringed.

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

[billiejoestarmstrong]

Heheheh scene kid Chat Noir while we were watching Miraculous Ladybug today!!! The colors came out so vibrant I looooove them

[leonsdoll]

what ab reader meeting someone else and they get close and ellie notices and gets jealous and then realizes

WHY NOT ME PT.2

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part one

plot: you have a crush on your best friend sadly she doesn't reciprocate

warnings: slight angst, gingers, fluff

word count: 1.0k

notes: thank you fruity ppl for giving me ideas🫶🏼🫶🏼 I chose this idea because I love this trope, sorry if I got it wrong but I tried 😞 also scottie is from the book she gives my crazy! i LOVE gingers so I chose her for the extra character!! enjoy😈😈

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it has been two weeks since your gut reaching conversation with ellie and you hadn't seen her anywhere, but not like a you've seen out but not talked to her, but you have not seen her at all. maria had mentioned that someone new just come to town, maybe you could benefit from that, you slipped your shoes on and checked yourself in your mirror before walking out the door, while walking down your porch and zipping up your jacket you see maria with a face you've never seen before.

a tall ginger following behind her, maria noticed your presence and smiled and waved at you, 'come over here' she shouted, you jog over to them and greet them, 'this is Scottie' maria nods her head over to the girl beside her, she puts out her hand to shake and you gladly shake it, you tell her your name before noticing her shirt, she's wearing a shirt with your favorite band?! finally someone here who doesn't have music taste of an old man.

'hey I like your shirt!' you grin and point to the oversized shirt, she chuckles before speaking, 'thanks, I found it at some random mall and their my favorite band so I brought it back' you could see a light tint of pink spread on her face, 'well I'll leave you guys to it' maria patted your shoulder before leaving, 'so scottie how're you liking jackson so far' she chuckled, 'its nice, I mean it's cold and a little crowded but it's nice' you stuffed your hands in your pockets trying to warm them up, 'yeah it's very cold but at least it's like functioning you know' you let out a light awkward laugh.

you and scottie walk around town for a little while longer, you showed her every corner of the place, talked about each others interests or just sitting in comfortable silence. when you reached her house it was already 2pm, 'well scottie this was very fun and it's nice to have a new friend I guess' you awkwardly shifted around her porch, 'yeah it was' she grinned, you looked her in the eyes and face and noticed all her details, freakels, scares, everything.

you said goodbye to each other and got going, while going walking you could only think about her, that was the only thing on your mind, Scottie. when you got home you took off your jacket and shoes and laid down on your couch, you slowly drifted into a soft slumber, sadly only a couple hours later you were awoken by a knock. you sleepily opened your eyes and got up, 'one second' you shouted, you swung the door open and we're met with a patiently waiting scottie. 'oh hey' you smiled, 'hey can I come in it's kinda cold...' you quickly moved away from the door and let her in shutting the door behind you.

'what's up?' you leaned your back against your door, 'oh I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tomorrow, not as like a date or maybe if you want it to be I don't-' she was cut off by you accepting the date, you hung out a but more before it got dark and she returned home. You laid in your bed that night unable to sleep anxious for your upcoming date.

finally it was time for your date you got ready and rushed out the door almost late, when you got there you saw her waiting for you at a booth in the corner of the bar, you sat down and stared chatting, from the corner of your eyes you saw the door open and someone come in, that someone was ellie. you mumbled a quick curse under your breath before turning your attention back to scottie and continuing your conversation, the rest of your date you could feel someone starting at you even sometimes hearing her talk to herself.

when your date was finally over you walked out of the bar and noticed ellie following, 'fuck' you thought to yourself, you decided it was better to tell Scottie you weren't over someone, I mean you really didn't want to hurt her. 'this was really nice scottie, but uhm...I don't think this is gonna work and I hate saying this but it's not because of you, it's just I still have feelings for someone else and I don't think I'm gonna get over then anything time soon' you looked down at the ground and itched your arm.

'oh, uhm that's okay, whatever you need, I'm just glad I got to have one date together' she said with a light smile on her face, you hugged her and thanked her before saying goodbye. after she stared walking away ellie came in sight, you sighed and looked at her, 'why are you here?' you questioned trying to fight the tears welling in your eyes, she stood closer to you and looked you in the eyes, 'i think love you too' she whispered so quietly you almost couldn't hear it, 'what?' she quickly looked down at her feet, 'yeah I do' you looked back up at you nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

you moved even closer to her, 'what about dina?' you whispered back, 'i broke up with her, I told her I realized I was scared of my feelings towards you, but I don't think I am anymore, I wanna...be with you' she confessed, your eyes widened a bit a sudden dump of information, 'oh, well I think I wanna be with you...' she couldn't help but smile at that, she felt her face get hot and impulsively kissed you, it took you a second to register what was happening but as soon as you did you kissed back, you put your hands around her neck like you'd seen in old cheesy rom-coms.

she pulled away and looked at you with the softest eyes you'd ever seen and a grin, 'so do you have a question to ask me ellie?' you raised your eyebrow, ellie nodded and chuckled, 'woukd you do the honor of being my girlfriend' she proposed in an exaggerated way, you smiled and quietly laughed, 'yes ellie I would love to' you pulled her closer and crashed her lips with yours once again. hopefully you would be her third and last girlfriend.