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Distraction part 1

This is a mini series that is Scott x Reader. And before you ask, yes I am still writing the Stiles Sis Fic series the next part will be out relatively soon. I've been busy planning out the later seasons so I could make sure to time everything correctly. Anyways, for more of my writing here is my Masterlist.

Friday

It started as a normal day, you woke up and prepared for school. It was not long before your phone lit up with messages from your boyfriend. It was something along the line of ‘Good morning beautiful’ ‘I can’t wait to see you at school’ ‘I love you’. Every message caused the smile on your face to grow. You loved Scott. He was the guy who had seen you at your worst but would only talk about you at your best. He had a unique ability to make everything better. It was like as long as the two of you were together, nothing could ever stand in your way.

You were about to leave your house when your phone buzzed again. This time the text was from Lydia. ‘Ready for this weekend?’ she sent. ‘Totally, my bags are already in the car’ you replied. You, Allison, and Lydia were going to leave right after the Lacrosse game and go up to one of her family’s cabins. She had decided that you were in need of mandatory girl time. After all, you hadn’t spent much time together with all of the supernatural chaos.

It was a normal school day. You were greeted by Scott and Stiles. You sat through all of your classes, met up with Lydia at lunch, and talked to Scott during your shared free period. After school was over you hung out with Scott until he had to start getting ready for his game.

“I wish you didn’t have to go with Lydia” he pouted jokingly.

“It’s not that big of a deal Scott I’ll be back Sunday night,” you replied.

“I know but that is two whole days without you,” he answered.

“Exactly, it’s two days” you laughed, “You’ll be fine” you added.

“We can text, right?” Scott asked.

“Well as much as I would love to, Lydia would kill me, and there is no signal up there anyways,” you answered.

“This is about to be the longest 48 hours of my life,” Scott groaned.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a good opportunity to have some bro time with Stiles, maybe you can finally watch Star Wars,” you remarked as you started to get up.

“Not so fast,” Scott said as he pulled you back down onto his bed and kissed you.

“Scott” *kiss* “I” *kiss* “Love” *kiss* “you, but” *kiss* “we have” *kiss* “to go” *kiss* you managed to say before he pulled away. You tried to look away from him knowing you were blushing hard. “Good luck tonight, not that you’ll need it. I love you and I’ll see you Sunday if not before then,” you said hugging him.

“I love you too Y/n, I’ll see you at the game,” he returned.

You went to Lydia’s house and went through the plan one last time. She went through a checklist to make sure that neither you nor Allison had forgotten anything. After that, it was time for the three of you to go to the game.

You watched the game and cheered for both Scott and Stiles. The team won 5-3. You were getting ready to go when Allison realized that she forgot to put her bag in Lydia’s car. Lydia was going to take her back and grab the bag. You decided to use the time to catch your boyfriend before leaving. You were weaving through the crowd when someone’s hand went over your mouth. “Nighty Night Y/n,” you heard an eerily familiar voice before feeling a pinch in your neck and seeing everything fade to black.

��Hey Lyds, I’m really sorry but my mom called. She’s in the hospital. It’s not serious, but I’m staying here with her.’

Lydia text you back, ‘Do you want us to come with you, we can reschedule’

‘No don’t do that. Go have fun. We can hang out next weekend’

‘Are you sure? It’s not that big of a deal,’ she replied.

‘Don’t worry Lydia, it’s fine, just enjoy yourselves, I’ll see you Monday’

‘Okay, see you Monday’ She answered as she and Allison started to leave.

“What’s up?” Allison asked.

“Something came up and Y/n can’t come with us,” Lydia answered.

“Awe, that’s too bad, you still want to go?” Allison questioned.

“Of course, let’s do this, phones off” she replied, turning off her own phone.

Scott was dragged to a party with Stiles. It was for a friend of Stiles’, Heather. Scott didn’t really want to go, he couldn’t get drunk and he wouldn’t know anyone other than Stiles. But Stiles had insisted that it would make the time without you and Lydia more bearable. As Stiles entered he was greeted with a passionate kiss from none other than the birthday girl herself. He was quickly whisked away to the wine cellar. Scott reluctantly moved into the living room, grabbed a drink, and pulled out his phone. He smiled as he saw he had a text from you. ‘Hey babe, I’m leaving with the girls, turning my phone off now. Love you, see you Sunday!’

That was the last text sent before your phone was shut off and thrown in the dumpster behind the school. “That will buy me some time,” your kidnapper replied before driving away with you unconscious in the back seat.

Saturday

The day started off pretty normally for Scott. He went to text you before he remembered that you wouldn’t have service. He was glad that you were able to get away and relax with the girls. He had decided to go to the field with Stiles to practice Lacrosse. But he couldn’t shake a gut feeling that something was wrong. Stiles explained to Scott that there was a body found and that he was waiting on his dad to see if it was anything supernatural. Scott couldn’t help but be slightly uninterested. He was tired of death and the supernatural world, he was just a kid, and for once he wanted to act like it. Scott stared out the window of Roscoe, and wondered what you were doing right now.

........

You woke up and were caught completely off guard. It was dark and you were sitting knee-deep in water. There was a light above you. You must have been in a well. But you couldn’t remember how you would have got here. You went to reach for your aching head and realized that your hands were bound. You tried standing up splashing the water around which sent a shiver through your body. You wondered how long you had been missing. You weren’t that worried though, you were supposed to be with Lydia and Allison. They wouldn’t have left without you. And once Scott found out, he’d come for you. But then again, you were trapped in water, which meant he’d have a hard time following your scent. And you didn’t know how long you’d already been down here. You started to worry, trying to break your hands free so you could attempt to climb the wall. But that would take hours.

Meanwhile:

Scott and Stiles were at Stiles' house about to start their movie marathon when Stiles got a text. “Woah dude, you remember that body they found earlier?” Stiles asked, rereading the message in disbelief.

“Yeah, what about it?” Scott asked, wishing he could have one night off.

“It wasn’t just your average dead body. There was a significant blow to the head, his throat was slashed, and he was strangled by a garrote,” Stiles explained.

“Okay Stiles, but that doesn’t exactly sound supernatural, can’t we let the police handle this one?” Scott tried.

“Yeah I guess, but talk about overkill,” he answered, though he was planning on looking into it more after his best friend went home. Nothing was ever as it seemed in Beacon Hills, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t prepared for the worst-case scenario.

The two of them ate pizza and started to watch the first movie, however it wasn’t long after Scott finished eating that he fell asleep. Stiles took this time to do research on the latest murder.

Later that night:

You had finally managed to unbind your hands after what felt like hours of scraping them against the brick. You wanted to climb up the wall but it was now so dark that you could barely see your hand in front of your face. You decided that it would have to wait until morning. You sat back in the cold water, trying to find a safe position to sit in. The water was so cold. Your throat was sore from the screaming you had done earlier. You started crying as you realized the severity of your situation. You could die down here. You were going to die down here if someone didn’t find you soon. You thought about Scott. The only comfort that you felt was in knowing that he was out there looking for you. After a while, you drifted out of consciousness.

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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.” 

[ruckystarnes]

Week Six

*** denotes smut/adult themes

Our Best Girl by @becs-bunker (StuckyxReader)

Dusk Till Dawn *** by @buckysforeverprincess (TWS!BuckyxReader)

Sweet, Sugar Candy *** by @themarvelwriter (StuckyxReader)

This was Me by @bolontiku (WinterWidow)

Ice Cream *** by @fxckingmarvel (ThorxReader)

Spills & Drills by @moonbeambucky (BuckyxReader)

Ever So Softly by @daenyara (ScottxReader)

Morning Sun *** by @thottybarnes (StevexReader)

Coffee & Kisses by @buckyofthemyscira (BuckyxReader)

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Starlight [Jason Scott x Reader] [Power Rangers x Reader]

Author’s Note: Wow, that’s a new thing in the title–multiple pairings! There are hints of Jason ScottxReader in this, but it’s also a general Power RangersxReader sort of deal too, just a team bonding moment. I like writing snippets like this to help establish your relationship as a team, so there’s already some background when I write some more plot-heavy stuff. So this is just a random little thing, and I hope y’all enjoy.

(Also little side note that may or may not matter to you idk: I pictured the reader to be the purple Ranger, and in the Dino Charge season of PR, the purple Ranger has a plesiosaur Zord. So… that’s why you have the Zord that you do here haha)

Word Count: 953

The sunset always looks best from out here.

Angel Grove is dwarfed against the gradually disappearing sun that paints the sky in reds and yellows, but you know that in several minutes the sky will turn purple too as day gives way to night. It’s hard to believe such a tiny town in the distance could be the home of something so important. Harder still to believe said important object is resting in the depths below your favorite doughnut shop (you’ll admit it feels strange to be there after school some days filling your stomach with a glazed doughnut knowing that several hundred feet down rests the very thing you and your friends are tasked with protecting). But it all seems so… small and inconsequential from where you’re sitting right now.

“You look like you’re thinking awfully hard about something.”

The sound of your boyfriend’s voice causes you to tear your gaze away from the sunset as you glance over at him. Jason sits on his own Zord, face shield absent which allows you to see those brilliant blue eyes of his you swear you fall in love with all over again every time you look at him.

You smile lopsidedly and lean back against your own Zord, your Ranger suit clanking quietly against the metal of the massive machine. “Hard to believe the welfare of the planet rests on protecting such a small town.” You sigh and return to studying the silhouette of Angel Grove.

Jason laughs. “Might’ve been too cliché if it were a big city instead.”

“The universe is strange.”

There’s a rumble from behind you, but you don’t bother turning around to check it. You and Jason know what it is. The pounding gets louder as the interruption approaches, and suddenly four other Zords have joined yours and Jason’s. You can hear the hiss as their cockpits open and turn to greet the one who’s taken his spot to your right—Zack.

“You guys left without us?” he asks playfully, climbing up and plopping down on his Zord’s head. “I’m hurt.” He puts a hand to his chest.

You’re about to reply, but Jason is quicker, and he speaks up so he can be heard from where he is on your left. “We wanted to enjoy what we could in silence before you could talk our ears off about that concert you went to.” This remark earns a laugh from everyone.

“A concert? You didn’t tell me you went to a concert!” you add. Of course, this is in jest. If it were possible to talk a person’s ears off, you’re sure all five of you would be missing yours by now. It had been great hearing about Zack’s experience at the concert he went to a couple of weeks ago, but when five days had passed and he still brought it up, it got a little old. Love him as you all may, you really don’t need to hear about how he crowd surfed for—what, the fifth time? Or was it the sixth time he’d talked about it?

Zack smiles good-naturedly and leans back, using his hands to support himself. “Yeah, yeah.”

All of you lapse into a comfortable silence, simply taking in the sights. The sky is darkening rapidly now. Had Angel Grove indeed been a lively metropolis, this is the time when it would light up from all the street lights and cars and skyscrapers. But it’s not, and instead the sleepy town—your home, a home to all six of you—remains for the most part in darkness.

“This sight never gets old,” Kimberly comments, heaving an awed sigh. No one verbally responds, but there are head nods. Just sitting here, on your Zords, as a team, as friends, to unwind and forget about all your obligations, whether as Rangers or teenagers, is a moment none of you would trade for anything in the world. From so far out your worries seem unimportant and the armor you wear as you study the scene before you is the best protection against all harm that one could ask for, whether physical or mental or emotional.

“Ah crap.” It’s Jason who breaks the silence. “I still haven’t done that bio homework due tomorrow.”

Your eyes widen at hearing this. “Me neither.” The two of you are up and heading back into your cockpits before anyone else has the chance to register what Jason had just said.

“Wanna come over so we can work on it?” Jason asks as he sits back down in his seat.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

“It really wasn’t that hard!” Billy pipes up.

“I’m not good at science like you are!” you reply, sitting down in the cockpit of your Zord.

Trini laughs. “I don’t think a lot of people are good with science like Billy is.” She goes silent for a moment as she thinks. “Or a lot of things.”

“Come on, let’s race back to the command center!” Zack proposes, standing up to get back into his Zord’s cockpit. “Last one there is"—he pauses as he tries to think of a clever new twist on the saying, but eventually gives up—“a sitting duck!”

“How old are you? Five?” Kimberly jokes, but she follows suit, as do Billy and Trini.

Because you and Jason had stood up so quickly to get back into your Zords, you’re the first ones to bolt off, plesiosaur and tyrannosaurus rex kicking up dust in their wakes as you press on full speed to the command center.

“Hey! Cheaters!” Zack yells. The remaining four of them trail closely behind.

“You know, technically we didn’t agree on a countdown, so…”

“Thank you, Billy.”

[bonniebird]

Hey, i love your imagines ❤ Could you do a ScottXReader where the reader is a cinnamon roll, and Scott is in love with her, but he thinks she will never like him. She could be a forrune teller too? (I went to circus yesterday and i see a fortune teller) Thanks 💋 Kisses from Portugal!

I’m really sorry but requests are still closed :)

[reasonswhyimaginesmatter]

Hiii can you do an imagine where the scottxreader is like a cheerleader/gymnast/dancer or whatever and during a competition she gets hurt. And scott gets worried and it’s super fluffy. Thank youuu

Coming right after the series is over ❤️❤️ thank you for the request

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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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Oooooh another Scotty drabble where you get injured, but like not that badly, but Scotty starts FREAKING OUT and like carries you to the medbay even though it was only like a stubbed toe? Fluff ensues.

God damn, Jameson. That reckless son of a bitch! Hill could go to hell too for all you cared. Those idiots caused so much trouble you were surprised that they were still living.

Morons dropped a wrench where you were rewiring a panel and you slipped with your pliers causing a small nick in your skin. “Son of a bitch.” You hissed standing, watching the blood ooze from your hand.

A shadow appeared over your shoulder, “Lass, what happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just got nicked.”

“We better get you to McCoy. That could get worst, or infected!” He had this slightly wild look in the eyes. Like he was actually worried or afraid.

“Monty. It’s a cut. It’s fine.” You attempted to get into your toolbox for some bandages. “A band-aid will be just fine.” 

Suddenly your perspective shifted as you were lifted into his arms. “Love, you leave me no choice. I’m carrying ya.”

You groaned,” Montgomery Scott unhand me!” 

“Just let me take care of you for once, alright? You never let me take care of you.” You looked up at him and fell quiet. “I just want to take care of my bonnie love.”

The entire time in the Medbay McCoy just looked thoroughly amused. “So you finally got hurt.” 

“Shut it, Len.”

“I’m not sure this is even worth the regen…much less being carried.” He shot a look to Scotty was turning red. 

“I got worried. They’ve never gotten hurt before. I love them.”

You grinned and leaned towards him, “Love you too, you big dummy.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your lips.

“Alright! Cut it out. This is a medical bay, not a kissing booth.” 

[whatif-animagineblog]

Summary: On your way to Chicago to search out new opportunities. Your car breaks down outside of a small town nestled near the mountains. Trapped for more than a week, you almost seamlessly fall into place. Which makes it even harder when you have to leave.

Pairing: Scotty/Reader (But it’s a slow burn so hold your horses)

Warnings: Helpless pining

A/N: Well finally finished this part of it. I think there might be 2 more parts before we are done with this I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 1178

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Jim, Bones and the Sulus watched you walk down the street with some flowers in hand down towards Scotty's shop.

“Do you think he’ll invite her to the dance,” Jim asked nonchalantly.

Hikaru and Bones sighed, “Can you just leave this alone, Jim,” Bones barked. “All I’ve heard about for the last few days is Scotty and the drifter.”

Jim looked over at Bones with an impish smile. “Can you blame me? It’s interesting. Plus,” Jim grunted pushing off from the counter, where he had been leaning. “I’ve never seen Scotty like this! It’s good for him! Did you see them when they came in here the other day?!

“They came to the diner after they left our shop,” Ben interjected, leaning back into the conversations.

“After they went to the orchard. But they were all smiles and just chatting up a storm! She asked about Scotland,” Jim excitedly slammed his hands on the counter. “And she didn’t look bored after fifteen minutes, hell she asked for more detail! Guys, can’t you see?”

“That this will end in terrible heartbreak?” Hikaru suggested with a laugh. “If they keep getting pushed together they’ll only end up hurt at the end when she leaves.”

“Not true! She has no real ties to Chicago! It’s just a job! No friends, no family, no anything! She said so herself to him!”

Bones rolled his eyes like he was a conspiracy theorist, “You really have nothing better to do, do you?”

“Not till you get off work,” countered playfully with a wink.

You smiled at the small bunch of flowers in your hands. You tried your best not to read to much into it. It was probably just a friendly gesture. But no one had ever given you flowers. That wasn’t something people did. Right? No, no, no. Scotty was just a nice guy, you didn’t really mean much you were a unwilling client.

Still, you wanted to return the favor, taking half of the bouquet he got you to him.

You walked into the office, not finding him, then to the garage and you saw him leaning over the engine of your car, humming. “Scotty?” He whirled around looking surprised, a smear of grease on his forehead.

“Lassie,” he looked down at your hands. “Oh! Y-you got them!” He looked nervous, his eyes flicking from your hands to your eyes.

“I did,” you smiled warmly, feeling your own face grow warm.

“Well, you said you couldn’t keep anything alive, and you looked like you were really liking the flowers so I thought you could use some. And these ones are already technically dead so you don’t gotta worry about taking care of them. So when they,” he trailed off, hand on the back of his neck, suddenly realizing that he was rambling.

“Whither into crispy petal bits,” you encouraged with a small laugh.

“Right, you wouldn’t feel guilty,” he nodded. “So, did you not like them?”

“OH! No,” You shook your head vigorously. “I wanted to thank you, so I brought half over to brighten up your corner of town. I-I hope you don’t mind.”

Scotty stared at you for a good minute, his hands reaching for the small vase in your hands. “No, I-I don’t. Thank you,” he said softly, taking the flowers. “This is awful nice of you.”

“Well, you’ve been awfully nice to me.” An awkward silence hung in the air as you rocked on your heels helplessly. “So, what are you doing? I heard that you got the parts for Atticus.”

“Aye,” he beamed as he motioned for you to follow him. “Take a look. I’m taking out the old parts so I can replace them.” You looked in at the jumble of metal, nothing made any sense to you, so you glanced over at Scotty whose eyes were flitting around the machinery. “It’s beautiful huh?”

“Yes, I suppose, even if I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m looking at.”

“I could always teach you, so you know some things before you go back home,” Scotty offered, picking at his hands.

“I suppose, but I think that ruins the magic, and it relieves your tricks as a magician.” He started to laugh and shake his head. “What?”

“You are a romantic ain'tcha, Lass?”

“What do you mean,” you turned your head hoping he wouldn’t see your blush.

“Turning simple mechanics into magic.” You remained silent, especially when a hand dropped down to yours. “I like it. It’s endearin’.”

Your heart was hammering so hard in your chest you wondered if he could hear it You looked at your hands and over at him. Your face burning up. His look was so soft but you yanked your hand away. Probably a bit too hard. “I-I should go. I-I’ve made a deal with Jim, to um...Work with him.” You babbled at him walking backward, “So I don’t feel like such a freeloader.  I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned tail and squeezed out the door. Once out of sight you ran to your room at the bed and breakfast, heart thudding wildly.

Scotty stared at the spot you were. He wrung his hands while he sighed and shook his head. “You are an old fool, Montgomery.”

You had spent a few days helping out Jim in his diner. Sweeping, cleaning dishes, hell you even put a few orders for deliveries in. Jim was getting sick of you because it was not at all helping his matchmaking plans. As you were stacking plate Jim leaned next to you.

“So, Y/N. It not like I don’t appreciate your help. Hell, I don’t think this place has been this clean in years.”

“But,” you inquired, looking towards him.

“But, you need to get out more. See more of the town. See Scotty..”

“I can’t help him.  I look into that engine and I have no idea what I’m looking at.” Jim scoffed as he picked the towel off your shoulder, slinging it over his own.

“I mean cleaning wise. You’ve seen it. The man could use less clutter in his life.”

“Jim, I like the diner. I meet so many people.”

“I thought you wanted to be useful,” Jim poked.

“Well, yeah.”

“You’ve outlived your usefulness here.” You gave him a blank look and shook your head.

“Okay, fine whatever.”

So, pushed out of Jim’s, you slid into Scotty’s office for the first time in a while. You stepped up to his desk where he was mumbling to himself looking at papers. “Scotty?”

“Lass? I didn’t think I see you for a few more days…”

“I-I thought you could use some help,” you offered, uselessly gesturing to the mess around him. “Make calls, file things?”

He grinned wide, “ Ach, Pavel's gonna love you. I just bought the lad on, you know, to train. I was gonna make him do all that. I’m useless at it.”

“Good thing I’m here then,” you smiled back at him.

“Aye,” He eyes finally met yours and there were a few beats of silence. “Good thing.”

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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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Summary: On your way to Chicago to search out new opportunities. Your car breaks down outside of a small town nestled near the mountains. Trapped for more than a week, you almost seamlessly fall into place. Which makes it even harder when you have to leave.

Pairing: Scotty/Reader (But it’s a slow burn so hold your horses)

Warnings: Helpess pining

A/N: sorry I’ve been gone so long. I hope I can get some writing done on the five-hour band trip I’m taking on Friday. Also you meet Sulu! yea!!! Also not beta’d or revised that much, you might find errors.

Word Count: 1436

PART 1 PART 2

You fumbled with your jacket in the small mirror. You were nervous, why were you nervous? Mr. Scott, no, Scotty, was a nice man who just wanted to show you around town. Nothing more. There was a soft knock on your door, “yes?”

“Uh, Scotty is out front,” Pavel’s voice cut through the door.

YOu walked to the door opening it, “Good, I just got done getting ready.” You followed him down the steps and right out onto the small porch. “Scotty!”

“Y/N,” he responded smiling, his eyes flitting across you. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” you gushed, “You clean up well too.” You shared a long look at one another, just enjoying the silence that hung between you, even though it got heavier by the second.

“So um, I uh promised yeh flowers and trees, dinne I?” Scotty rubbed the back of his neck as he gestured with his other hand up the street. “I hope this town isn’t borin’ ya lass.”

You laughed as you walked side by side, you hands behind your back. “No, not yet. In fact it’s giving me ideas for a story. I’m a Journalist, by the way. With the silly dream of becoming a novelist.”

Scotty looked over at you with a wide grin, “a journalist? Well, that is fascinating! That must keep you on your toes.”

You nodded, brushing your hair back, “Yeah, it usually does, and I love it, I do.  But, I really want to just write stories. And that’s silly, only the lucky ever really make it.” You sighed looking at the ground.

“Hey now,” Scotty called, coming to a stop, forcing you to look back at him. “There is no harm in dreamin’. Now I know I don’t know ya very well but, I think ya’ll make it.” You felt your cheeks turning pink. His were too, “So you write,” he lead on again, prodding you for more information.

“Yeah, yeah, I do. I was always the kid in the back using all her loose-leaf paper to write stories. A friend of mine used to illustrate. She still does that now, illustrates for children’s stories. But anyone can write, you fix machines. Like that’s really cool,” you sighed looking at him.

He guffawed, “No I know you are just blowing smoke up my arse,” he teased. “But, cars and really all machines are my whole life. It sounds silly but it’s like they talk to me you know? I’ve always understood them more than people.”

“Kinda how like my muse whispers to me,” said looking ahead this time, even though you were finding you really like looking at Scotty. “Well, without you Scotty, I don’t think any amount of journalistic or creative writing talent would get me home. So thank you.”

He groaned this time, “Will ya quit thanking me? It’s my pleasure! Plus, Atticus hasn’t bitten me yet, so we are all good.”

It was your turn to laugh, “He’s been good then? Usually, all my mechanics end up with a cut from him. Gosh, he must like you!”  Scotty beamed at you before he came to a stop in front of a shop.

“He must. Ah, anyway, here we are. For the flower bit at least!” You glanced up at the older withered sign that simply read “Florist.” “Hikaru and his husband grow the most beautiful flowers. And one of the lads that helps out times to time is gifted with orchids.” He lead you inside and you were greeted by two brilliant smiles.

“Scotty! And you must be y/n,” one of the men beamed reaching for your hand. When you gave them a puzzled look, he laughed. “I’m Hikaru Sulu, and it’s a small town, and Jim is a bit of a gossip.

“Ah. Yeah, I am Y/n. Scotty is giving me an official tour.” you looked around the small shop, the bright and fragrant flowers covering the walls. You wandered off to another part of the shop as Scotty stepped up to talk to Hikaru.

“So, that’s her,” Sulu mused. “She seems sweet.”

Scotty leaned on the counter, watching you walk around. “Yeah”, he sighed, “She’s really sweet. I wish she was staying.”

Sulu snapped his head towards the other man, “Oh, so you do like her.”

“I’m tryin’ really hard not ta’! But we were talkin’ on the way here and,” Scotty sighed heavily. “I can’t afford to like her. She’s gonna leave.”

“You can’t help who you love, Scotty,” Sulu chastised half heartedly.

Scotty stood up with a huff,  “Ach, It’s not like that! She’s just...just. OH, you know what? I don’t got to go explain’ myself to you!” Scotty walked away to where you were in the store as Ben Sulu came up to stand next to his husband.

“So, he does have a crush on her,” Sulu sighed as he looked over at his partner.

“Not you too. Ben, we shouldn’t meddle.”

“If he buys flowers for her you owe me a twenty,” Ben said simply, kissing the other’s cheek.

“Deal.”

When Scotty caught up to you he saw your fingers brushing over the petals of the promised orchids. “Ah, I see you’ve found them!”

“Yeah, they’re beautiful,” you whispered. “It’s just so gorgeous. I could never keep something like this alive.”

“Actually, I’ve learned they aren’t that hard to care for. I’m sure the Sulus would be happy to teach you,” Scotty stepped closer to your side, looking at the brightly colored petals.

“I killed a cactus once,” you deadpanned without looking over at him. “I forgot to water it over like half a year. The dirt dried up and the roots shriveled up and it fell out of the pot onto the floor. My cactus committed suicide.”

You were surprised that you didn’t hear laughter, then you heard a snort. You looked over at the mechanic you had a hand over his mouth, eyes closed as he started laughing out loud. He started trying to take gasps of air, trying to stop laughing but inevitably breaking into more giggles. “Sorry, sorry,” He gasped waving his hand in the air. Watching this man, you felt affection blooming in your chest.  The way the lines around his eyes crinkled up and how wide his smile grew was so handsome.

You discovered you like the way his eyes snapped and sparkled with laughter-induced tears, as he wiped them away. You needed to do that again, you wanted to see him laugh that hard again. You liked his laugh too, it was bright, full and so unapologetically loud. “Sorry, lass,” his voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “I just got this image. And, woo, It just got me.” Oh, no. He was blushing, was he really embarrassed over that?

“No, no! That’s okay! It’s actually pretty funny. But yeah, I don’t trust myself with plants. So,” you bit your lip, “You also promised me some orchards, Scotty.”

He started to grin widely, “That I did, follow me you’ll love it.”

As you reached the outside of the orchard you gasped as you could see the trees littered with almost ripened apples. “Oh, wow! You didn’t tell me it was an apple orchard! I love apples.”

“It was a surprise. Our town’s export is apples, well, mostly apples. We have a little festival every year before the annual picking. It’s actually in like a week and a half, hopefully, you’ll still be around. The O'Reilly’s hold a dance in their barn. It’s really nice, they hang lights up and it’s just nice,” Scotty trailed, placing his hands into his pockets.

“Well, by your projected schedule, yeah. I’d love to go, as long as there are apples involved,” you laughed, looking around.

“Does fresh-pressed apple juice sound good?”

“Very,” you sighed.

You walked around in relative silence, it was nice. You forgot your stresses, your worries that your recent predicament caused. And just let yourself be.

You don’t really know how long passed but you heard a clearing of a throat and looked over. “Are ye hungry? We could go down to the diner an’,” you didn’t let him finish.

“I have food in my car I can eat, I really should save my money for the trip out of here.” It hurt to say it, but it was what needed to be done.

“I didne ask that, lass. I asked if ye were hungry,” Scotty put his hands on his hip, puffing his chest in playful defiance.

“Scotty, I can’t ask you to do that,” you tired.

“Good thing I’m not askin ye then.”

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Summary: On your way to Chicago to search out new opportunities. Your car breaks down outside of a small town nestled near the mountains. Trapped for more than a week, you almost seamlessly fall into place. Which makes it even harder when you have to leave.

Pairing: Scotty/Reader (But it’s a slow burn so hold your horses)

Warning: potentially incorrect car talk. 

A/N: This is part one of a series. It’s a modern Scotty AU. I thought of it when I noticed this old, I think abandoned building that used to be a place for a handy man. And it was called “Scotty’s” AND then the other day when I was out looking for a car I passed a small garage ALSO called “Scotty’s”. So I thought this was fate and finally, am sitting to write it. Enjoy.

Word Count: 981

PART 2 Part 3

You groaned as your car started billowing white smoke. “Mother of God,” you pulled over and stepped out of the car. You were out in the middle of nowhere, with no signal what so ever. “Motherfuck!” You looked around seeing a sign for a town about 3 miles out. Somewhere called, Oakhollow.

You hiked along the side of the old asphalt road, hoping a car would pass, but it never happened. You came to the small town a sign near the road. Welcome to Oakhollow: Pop. 1600 “Oh, Christ.” As you walked through, what you assumed was their main street you spotted a small diner. You walked in was met with a few very kind faces.

“Hello dear,” an older woman beamed at you. “you look a little rough. Are you alright?”

“No,” you sighed leaning on the counter. “My car broke down a few miles back. I was hoping I could find a mechanic. Or just some help.”

The woman filled you a glass of water, “Well, we have a mechanic, luckily for you, Scotty just purchased himself a tow-truck. He’s just down the road on the opposite side. You can’t miss it, his sign says Scotty’s.”

You nodded, taking a long drink from your glass. “Thank you,” you reached in to hand over some money.

“Honey. The water is free. Especially for someone who walked such a distance out where she had no idea where she is.”

“Thank you again.” you walked out the door. Heading down the street, finally coming up to an older building. With a large garage attached, the door open. You walked in slowly, noticing the pair of feet sticking from under a car. “Excuse me?” There was a thunk and a swear.

“Ach, damn it.” He slid out to meet your eyes. He paused a minute, he hadn’t seen you before. “Hello. Can I help ya, lass?” You bit your lip, all of a sudden losing the words you had prepared. You watched him stands slowly wiping his hands on a rag. “Are you lost?”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks as you realized you had been standing there like a dolt. “I’m y/n. My car broke down outside of your town a few miles back. I-I need a mechanic.”

“Oh! Well, we’ll have to bring ‘er in won’t we?” He reached out his hand but then saw how dirty it was and thought better of it. “I’m Montgomery Scott. But most call me Scotty,” he started headed to the tow truck, motioning for you to follow.

“He,” you corrected somewhat meekly.

You expected him to look at you like you had six heads. All your friends back home did when you informed them your car was named Atticus.  But this man just smiled, “well let’s bring him in then.”

You sat quietly next to him in the truck until he got done hooking up your car to the truck. “Do you know what happened?”

“Well, I mean my gears have been grinding some.  But I just ignored it, it’s a really old car.” He hung his head sighing. “That was bad...huh?”

Nodding, but still smiling, “you should go to the mechanic as soon as you notice anything off with your vehicle. Wha happened when your car broke down?”

“There was this like white smoke, I don’t know but it got really serious, really fast. I panicked and pulled off.”

“Smart move, I think I know the problem, but I need to take a look back at the shop. As he hopped back in he grinned at you. “So, you moving?”

You nodded, yeah, Chicago. Just a change of pace, well kinda. I don’t really know it’s more like I’m just trying to find myself.” YOu twiddled your thumbs a bit. Looking at your hands, as you thought about why you were moving.

“Ah, well I’m sorry you got stuck here.” He pulled into his lot. Hopping out of the car he unhooked it and set to popped the hood. You waited patiently as he went looking around poking his head in and out of your engine.

He hissed, shaking his head.  “Oh, lass. I think I have an idea what’s going on, but it’s not good. I’m going to have to do a lot of work. Order some parts.”

You stared at him panicked, “excuse me?”

“Well, that grinding, was your transmission. And after some tests, I’m pretty sure you have a blown head gasket. I'mm gonna need to order some parts, and it's gonna take awhile. You’re stuck here until I can get you sorted.”

You dropped your head sighing heavily into your hands. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! ” You felt tears stinging in your eyes. This was just great, not only were you sure this was going to cost you a fortune, you were trapped out in the middle of nowhere. 

“It’s alright. Marabell has a bed and breakfast. She’s always burning for some company. It’s really a lovely place.” He placed his hands on his hips looking at you.

“I-I can’t pay you until I get to Chicago. I broke my bank card. I only have enough money for gas and some food to get to where I’m going.”

“We’ll work something out. You can send me a check or something’ when you get where you’re goin.” Scotty shuffled around a bit, looking at his shoes a moment, then raising his head to make sure you saw the honesty in his eyes.

“A-Are you serious,” you mouth went lax as you searched for words of gratitude.

“We don’t have many options. So of course.” He started reaching for some of your bags, “Let’s get you over to Marabell’s” You didn’t know what really came over you but you hugged him.  

“Thank you. Jesus. Thank you, Mr. Scott.” He gently patted you on your back smiling.

“Please. Call me Scotty.”

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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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Story Summary: On your way to Chicago to search out new opportunities. Your car breaks down outside of a small town nestled near the mountains. Trapped for more than a week, you almost seamlessly fall into place. Which makes it even harder when you have to leave.

Pairing: Scotty/Reader (But it’s a slow burn so hold your horses), also some slight McKirk in the background because why not?

Warning: none in this one

A/N: I bring in more of the crew. Kirk is like a busybody, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Also THANK YOU! I have been getting overwhelming support for this story and I’m so excited to share this with you!!

EDIT NOTE: I MEANT ORCHARDS ORIGINALY SO I CHANGED THE SENTENCE TO INCLUDE BOTH ORCHARDS AND ORCHIDS. Just wanted to let you know.

Word Count: 1071

Part 1 Part 3

Marabell was a sweet old lady who welcomed you full heartedly and accepted you into her bed and breakfast, understanding your situation. “Well, just like Scotty said we’ll settle this when you are in a better spot dear.”

“Thank you. I honestly can’t believe you are all being so nice.” you went to pick up your bag but Marabell stopped you.

“Oh, let Pavel take care of that, that’s what he’s paid for. Pavel,” she called out, and a young man with a mess of curls appeared. “Help Y/n with her bags up to room four.”

“Aye,” he stuck out his hand to you. “Pleasure to meet you.” He grinned at you, picking up your bags with ease.

“You too,” you nodded.

“So you in town long,” he asked nicely looking back at you as he climbed the steps.

“As long as it takes for Mr. Scott to fix my car. Then I’m headed to my apartment in Chicago. But I’m sure I’ll have a good time while I’m here.” You smiled at the small room, it felt warm.

“I’m sure you will, shame about the car. But I have full confidence in Scotty, he’s amazing at what he does.” Pavel gushed, turning to you finally. “Enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you,” you waved as he left. You sat on the bed, head in your hands, this was about to be a long few weeks.

The next morning you headed down the diner. You had made an agreement with the locals about paying them back when you got to your new home, and they were more than accommodating. As you walked into the door you didn’t see the same woman from yesterday, instead was a younger blond man. When you sat on the stool he strolled up to you, “Can I get you some coffee?”

“Yes, thank you,” you responded. He placed a nice white mug down on the counter, filling it up with a practiced hand.

“So, you’re the drifter huh,” he asked casually, leaning towards you.

You nearly choked on your drink, “I-I well, I wouldn’t say drifter. I was trying to pass through when my car broke down.”

“Yeah, and now you are stuck here. You were and are drifting through. You’re a drifter,” the young man laughed and you searched for words.

“Jim, leave her alone,” a voice barked. You turned your head towards the source and spotted a dark haired man a stool away from you. “Don’t let him get to you, sweetie. He just has a complete lack of tact.” He smiled at you, his hazel eyes snapping. “Leonard McCoy, I’m the doctor here. That’s Jim Kirk, he’s….well he’s him.”

“Excuse you, I’m the devilishly handsome, blue eyed waiter. A waiter that swept you off your feet if you remember right.”

The dark haired one sighed, smiling as he looked into your coffee cup. “Idoit. Don’t go spreading our business to strangers.” There was a flush to his cheeks. “So, kiddo, you got a name or should we stick to drifter?”

Kirk scoffed in a playful manner, “And I have no tact.”

“Y/N,” you offered playing with your mug. “But I mean drifter isn’t the worst nickname I’ve had.” The men laughed, brandishing their wide grins.  “It was nice to meet you, but I think I might check in on Mr. Scott. I’m worried about Atticus.” You stood up about to leave.

“Atticus,” Jim asked, “you named your car?”

“Yes, I know it’s silly. Just drop it,” you groaned. You stunned yourself on how you just talked to the stranger. You didn’t want to cause a stir but after years of teasing your reaction was second nature.

“Wait,” Jim called. “Before you go,” Jim disappeared a minute, then reappeared with a disposable cup. “Take this tea to Scotty. And call him Scotty, he hates ‘Mr. Scott.”

You took the cup from him and smiled, saluting him, “You got it, Captain.”

As you left Jim started to laugh, “Captain. I like that.”

“Jim,” Len warned.

“Maybe you should start calling me that,” the blond teased half heartedly.

“Jim Kirk,” he said again, eyeing his partner with a leveling glare.

“I’m joking, I’m joking geez, take it easy.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it, James Kirk,” Leonard leaned in trying desperately to catch Jim’s gaze. “Jim you can’t go meddling.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, babe,” Jim tried to act innocent but his eyes gave away his plan.

“Scotty comes to get his tea after 10-ish. And now you are sending our little visitor with tea in hand,” Leonard pointed towards the door with emphasis. “I know what you are doing. Cut it out.”

“She named her car, Bones. She’s like made for him,” Jim defended.

“You don’t know jack shit about her, Jim! Plus she’s from out of town. As soon as that car is fixed, she’s gone.”

“I know she doesn’t have a ring,” Jim said confidently walking away signaling the end of the conversation.

“God damn it, Jim.”

As you walked into the small garaged you headed to the office where you spotted the mechanic. He was on the phone, pen held in the opposite hand tapping it lightly. You don’t know what it was, but you found it endearing. You watched as he dropped the pen covering his eyes with his hand in apparent annoyance. “You’re sure ya can’t get them in sooner? Laddie, she’s stranded here, I really need these parts.” He sighed heavily, “yes. Yes...Okay. Thank ye, Rodger. Uh, huh. Bye.” He looked up and his face broke into a warm smile. “Hi ya, lass.”

“Hi,” you smiled as he stood and rounded his desk. “I’m guessing that call was about Atticus?”

“Ah, he’s an Atticus, huh?” He shrugged and folded his arms, glancing down at his feet, then lifting his head to look you in the eyes. “Aye, it was. My guy can’t get the parts in for at least a week. Then I have to take a day trip to get them here. And I think the work will take maybe a week or more if I don’t stop.”

“So about two weeks then? Alright, sounds good. Thank you, Mr. Scott.” You grinned at him and he returned it with an equally bright grin.

“Lassie, if you keep calling me Mr. Scott I’m gonna need to charge ye more for my services,” his eye sparkled with mischief.

“Sorry sorry, Scotty. You like Scotty, right?” You fiddled with the lid of the cup, suddenly, for some reason feeling hot in his face. You looked down at the lid, finally remembering that it was for him. “Oh, here! Jim said this was for you.” You held it out to him without breaking eye contact. His hand brushed against yours, it sounded sound so cliche in your head but, it felt like a jolt of electricity. It felt like a short zap, followed by an extreme warmth that was gone far too soon.

“Well, that’s very kind of ya to bring this to me, lassie. Thank ya,” he said removing the cup from your grasp. After a few minutes of silence, he cleared his throat, looking away, biting his lip. “I-I was thinking. That we, well I, could show you around town. I know it’s small and all, but we have these orchids, and these orchards,” he looked at you trailing off.

“I’d like that,” you smiled warmly.

You stood there in silence for a minute, and then it seemed to sink in for both of you how close you were standing and how you were staring at one another.

“Tomorrow then,” he said louder than necessary, stepping away back to his chair. “Thank you for the tea.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you agreed backing up towards the door. “Tomorrow.”

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[whatif-animagineblog]

Summary: I got distracted by the thought of Fluffy ABO....so..The reader gets upset and feels the need to nest with their Alpha Scotty! Yay!

Warnings: Some name calling...but like fluff

Pairing: Scotty/Reader

A/n: I know I need to do real request....but...inspriation is a highly fickle thing. And my personal life has been way more stressful then I thought I be at this time. Anyway. I had a fun time writing this even though I’m don’t think it’s that great. 

Word Count: 784

You pushed into your room trying not to cry. Your day had been awful. It was terrible, and you hadn’t been sleeping. Pushing open the closet, looking down at your nest, you sniffed. It needed more, it needed to smell more like Scotty and yourself. You quickly grabbed the hamper and dug for dirty clothing. Scotty’s old tunics, pants, civilian clothing. Anything. You adjusted it all in the tight place, and sighed still wasn’t enough. You grabbed the sheets and pillows off the bed and arranged it perfectly.

Finally content with your handiwork, you changed into a loose top and sweats. You closed the closet door and nuzzled yourself into the warmth of the nest you made. Finally, you felt safe, and you let the tears come as Scotty’s stale scent didn’t do much to help the situation. You cried into you nest until your body gave out. Exhausted curled up into all the clothing, blankets and pillows.

You didn’t wake up until you heard the sound of boots being taken off. “Y/n? Where you at? Y/n” You heard the steps get closer and there was your mate opening the door. “Hen, what’s going on? What you doing all nested up?” He stepped inside, closing the door, curling up around you, pulling you close to him. “Has my bonnie lass been crying?” he nuzzled his face into your neck, trying to sooth you. You started to cry again, the sense of finally having him with you, protecting you. There to make you feel good. You nodded, another sob racked your body “Talk to me. Please?”

“I’m just tired.” It was only a partial lie. You were you hadn’t slept well in weeks. He was letting go a deep purr like sound from his chest, hoping to calm you.

“What else? You are worked up over something.” He pulled you closer, rubbing his face into your back before turning you over to face him. You looked up into the concerned gray eyes. “What’s going on?”

“I had an accident in the lab. I dropped a few things. They shattered.” Scotty kissed your lips, moving to kiss your chin, then your clothed shoulder.

“It’s okay. We all make mistakes. You aren’t injured. That’s all that matters.”

“But these two other techs, one was an Alpha the other a beta. They said some stuff,” you whispered, not wanting to make Scotty angry.

“Y/n” your name rumbled through his lips.

“They said that they knew that Starfleet shouldn’t have let Omegas enlist. And they called me a stupid breeder. And that I should go running back to my Alpha to tell me what to do, be the knot-slut I know I am.” You started to cry harder pressing your face into his chest. 

Scotty held you tight, kissing your head, “Have you told the Captain?” You shook your head. “Well once we get you calmed down we are telling him. This need to be taken care of. Since Omega’s right are still being worked on we need to set a standard.” 

You nodded in agreement.“What if they’re right? I am just a slave to biology, and I’m not that strong or brave or anything but a stupid Omega,” You spat out your presentation with complete hatred.

“That’s not true. You are smart, so smart. And you were one of the first Omegas to be assigned to a Starship, and it’s the Enterprise. The ‘Fleets best, most advanced ship. That’s to be celebrated, they don’t just throw this assignment at anyone. You must’ve impressed them. You also are on those new suppressants which have drastically knocked back those pre-heat symptoms.” You looked up into his eyes above you. “Plus, if you weren’t here, I’d be incomplete. I think people forget,” he paused searching for the right words. “Yes, Omegas need Alphas, but Alphas aren’t complete without their Omegas. How many times have you stopped me from getting into fights? Made me feel loved? You are my perfect, smart, beautiful Omega.” He bent his head down you run his lips over your claim mark. “If this keeps up, we’ll go to Starfleet Command. Get them Court Martialed. Alright? Promise. I can’t even spook ‘em for being mean to my Omega. Deal?”

You had tears again, but this time because you were so in love with the man curled up in a closet with you. He wasn’t the strongest, or most fierce Alpha, though Scotty mad was a force to be reckoned with. But, he was yours, and you couldn’t be happier. “Yes, thank you for nesting with me,” you sighed finally calming down in his arms. Pushing yourself deeper into his firm chest. 

“Miss a chance to snuggle with my bonnie hen? Never.”

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