Prompt: “Don’t laugh. Do. Not. Laugh. This is not funny.”
Pairing: Scotty x reader (friendship)
A/N: While I’m away on holiday, I’m giving you guys a drabble or two! Sorry it’s not anything big, but my time has been crunched. Tags under the cut.
You knew that the moment you finally told Scotty what had happened, you wouldn’t live it down. You knew he would tease you endlessly, and yet, you had to tell him. So when he called your name for the fourteenth time in half as many minutes, you finally stood up your spot behind the console.
“Don’t laugh.” You shot him an angry glare as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. His lips clamped together in a tight line as he struggled to contain his outburst. “Do. Not. Laugh. This is not funny.” You could see him shaking in an attempt to control his laughter. “Scotty, I swear to God if you laugh at me right now I’ll-” You got no further in your sentence before he burst out in loud guffaws.
“S-Sorry Y/N..” He managed to gasp out between peals of laughter. “It’s just…your h-h-hair!” He doubled over, hooting.
“I know.” You crossed your arms and tapped your foot.
“It’s pink! And it’s so bright! I understand wanting to change your look but this is a bit extreme, don’t you think?” His laughter eventually died down to small giggles, and you simply glared at him as he tried to reign his breathing back in.
“Are you done?” You asked, and he nodded, looking you in the eye. That was, until his gaze drifted upwards to your hair and he burst out laughing again. “Scotty! This isn’t funny!” You whined, and he put his hands up in surrender.
“No, of course not.” He sputtered, and you frowned.
“Look, I don’t know how this happened, okay? I was just taking my shower earlier and I swear to you, it’s my usual shampoo bottle, but when I got out and toweled off, my hair was like this! I thought it was an illusion at first, but it didn’t go away.”
“Oh, it will, just give it a few days.” Scotty replied nonchalantly. As his words sunk in, your anger returned, and his face paled.
“And just how is it that you know this, Mr. Scott?” You asked, a deadly calm in your voice.
“I, uh, gotta run.” He turned on his heels and sprinted in the other direction, and you followed only seconds after.
“MONTGOMERY SCOTT, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”