scotty stop

Part 1

Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  1,138

Author’s Note:  This is my first series that I’m posting on here! Please let me know what you think, I really love getting feedback.

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Scotty looked up at exactly the wrong moment. Jim made a joke and the whole table burst into laughter, including you. Your beautiful eyes crinkled up and your unapologetic smile bared your gleaming teeth. You simply shone.

Scotty couldn’t even bring himself to laugh when you laid your hand on Jim’s arm, steadying yourself as you calmed. Scotty’s heart clenched painfully.

And then there was Jim, that bastard, not that it was his fault, leaning in and laughing with you, tickled to make you smile so beautifully.

Scotty mumbled an excuse and stood, dropping his napkin on his tray and leaving the table at a steady stumble, trying to navigate through the pounding of blood in his ears.

The hallway rang with silence as the mess hall doors closed behind him.  Scotty looked up and down the hall, completely lost. He’s walked every single hall of this wonderful ship with you on his arm and now… what’s a man to do without you? How could he possibly move on and find some semblance of peace when you were in there laughing like that with Kirk of all people? Captain Fucking Perfect Hair with all his goodman charm and warmth…

“Scotty?”

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I Told You So

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2383

Warnings: injury, swearing, minor angst 

A/N: Based on anon request: What if reader gets injured or sick in some way and Bones has to treat them but he’s mad that they’re hurt (because he hates to see them hurt) and he’s kind of rude about it? And reader is anxious and doesn’t like doctors/being yelled at and he goes to apologize after but reader isn’t ready to accept and says they need some time to think about it?? Surprisingly not as angsty as I originally intended, but I hope you still enjoy it!!


“Told you so,” Bones gloated, running a dermal regenerator over the burns of your hand.

“I wouldn't’ve gotten hurt if Keenser could’ve held his sneeze two more goddamn minutes,” you grumbled. “‘It’s the last time you’ll see me for a week. Promise.”

Bones snorted. “You’ll be back in two days tops.”

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jaylah likes to blast music all over engineering and at first it’s great, but after a while scotty can’t take it anymore and he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings, but with the volume and the echo in engineering, it has to stop and it has to stop now. so he gets her a set of headphones and explains how they work.
“see, you just put them like that over your ears and put that wee bit there in the player, and then the beats and shoutin’ are right in your ears as loud as you like.”
scotty gets to enjoy the newfound quiet for about ten minutes until he realises the hard way that jaylah’s never had headphones in her life when she walks up behind him and yells “THANK YOU, MONTGOMERY SCOTTY, THESE ARE VERY GOOD” and scotty nearly has a heart attack.

Part 13

Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  892

Author’s Note:  Enjoy and as always, let me know what you think! Also, you can now find this story on AO3.

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“Are you absolutely certain?” Jim asked, looking at the readings over Spock’s shoulder.

“I am,” Spock responded. “Captain, although I respect your decision not to send down a second away team -”

“I’m starting to reconsider,” Jim admitted. “Can you isolate the source of the signature?”

“It seems to be emanating from this mountain range,” Spock said, pulling up a topographic diagram of the planet’s surface. He indicated a plot of two square kilometres. “This area in particular.”

“That’s nowhere near where we sent the away team down… We don’t have much time do we?” Jim asked, rubbing his face.

“The last instance of this signature that we were able to record only lasted for twenty minutes,” Spock confirmed. “However, now that we have coordinates -”

“We might have time,” Jim said. “We also might not. I want an away team ready in five minutes.”

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Upside Down (part 1)

Intro: Hello and welcome to Kaity’s heart in post form.  If you need me, I am currently 600 kilometers deep in the Scotty trashcan, with no sign of escape (not that I want to).  So please enjoy all my feelings out in the open.  This fic ended up being 7,500 words long so I split it up into multiple parts.  Some are long, some are short.  All are good.  I hope. 

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count:1,454

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: So basically the starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does.  So that’s where I went with this fic.  You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin.  You butt heads.  Scotty gets hurt.  Feelings get hurt (mostly my own).  Welcome to my trashcan.

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“So you’re saying you would never have sex with me.”

“James Tiberius Kirk if you were the last person on earth I would copulate with a turtle before I even considered you.” You deadpanned, strapping your tool belt to your hips as you got ready to leave and turned to the frowning Captain who was leaning against the door frame. 

“Really funny.” Jim griped sarcastically, and you sauntered up to him, swinging your hips in just the right way, and you saw his eyes fall and he shook his head. 

“It’s only funny because it’s true, Jimbo.” You reached up and slapped his cheek twice, flashing a million dollar smile before pushing past him. 

“You know, this means I owe Uhura 5 bucks.” Jim called as you made your way to the engineering room. 

“That’s your own fault, you idiot.” You called back, laughing as you turned down the next hallway, finally out of his sight.  

“Hey, Bobby!” You shouted as you entered the automated doors, instantly smiling at the comforting smell of metal and sound of whirring machinery. 

“Lass, what’s with all the yelling?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from somewhere in the room and you leaned over the railing to look down and saw a man in a red shirt looking up at you. 

Suddenly, a hard hand clapped you on the shoulder and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Spinning around you saw Jim again and scowled, taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves. 

“Yeah, Bobby doesn’t work here anymore.” Jim said matter-of-factly. 

Your jaw fell open in disbelief, “What!?”

“He had to take sudden leave for… reasons, and this is his replacement.  Get up here Scotty!” Jim yelled and you continued to look at him incredulously. 

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Imagine Bones Helping You With Depression

Originally posted by deeepsleep

Prompt: Hi, feel free to ignore this request but could I get a fic where the reader is depressed a self harms until one day kirk or bones sees them doing it and comforts them and gets them help. I need one of my heroes to save me… thanks:)

Warnings: Self harm, depression, insecurities

Word Count: 1052

Author’s Note: To the lovely person who requested this: I hope what I wrote is similar to what you had in mind :) 

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tattooedsiren  asked:

Stiles/Derek - there is a drunken proposal but they aren't even actually dating.

I hope you enjoy this, hon! I greatly appreciate the prompt. It’s my first Stiles/Derek, so here’s hoping it’s okay. <3

Poor Coping Mechanisms. Derek/Stiles. Teen.

It’s two in the morning, and the party is still going strong. Stiles is well past tipsy, almost to his final destination of drunk as fuck, when Scott steals the beer out of his hand. He’s so surprised that he just stares for a moment, lips parted, blinking dumbly as his best friend—no, his brother–becomes a thieving thief who thieves.

“Mine!” He pouts and reaches for the beer.

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Upside Down

Intro: Hello and welcome to Kaity’s heart in post form.  If you need me, I am currently 600 kilometers deep in the Scotty trashcan, with no sign of escape (not that I want to).  So please enjoy all my feelings out in the open. 

Here is the entirety of my Scotty x reader fic, feel free to read it all at once, or in parts listed below.  

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count: 7,955 (holy moly)

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: So basically the starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does.  So that’s where I went with this fic.  You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin.  You butt heads.  Scotty gets hurt.  Feelings get hurt (mostly my own).  Welcome to my trashcan.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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“So you’re saying you would never have sex with me.”

“James Tiberius Kirk if you were the last person on earth I would copulate with a turtle before I even considered you.” You deadpanned, strapping your tool belt to your hips as you got ready to leave and turned to the frowning Captain who was leaning against the door frame.

“Really funny.” Jim griped sarcastically, and you sauntered up to him, swinging your hips in just the right way, and you saw his eyes fall and he shook his head.

“It’s only funny because it’s true, Jimbo.” You reached up and slapped his cheek twice, flashing a million dollar smile before pushing past him.

“You know, this means I owe Uhura 5 bucks.” Jim called as you made your way to the engineering room.

“That’s your own fault, you idiot.” You called back, laughing as you turned down the next hallway, finally out of his sight.  

“Hey, Bobby!” You shouted as you entered the automated doors, instantly smiling at the comforting smell of metal and sound of whirring machinery.

“Lass, what’s with all the yelling?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from somewhere in the room and you leaned over the railing to look down and saw a man in a red shirt looking up at you.

Suddenly, a hard hand clapped you on the shoulder and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Spinning around you saw Jim again and scowled, taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves.

“Yeah, Bobby doesn’t work here anymore.” Jim said matter-of-factly.

Your jaw fell open in disbelief, “What!?”

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I’ve had three different guys on tinder, today, suggest the following:

1. Polyamory is the same as “sleeping around”
2. If you are bi/pan/poly You’re a slut
3. I’m not actually sure what I want, but they know what I want and can give it to me.

….. can we just…. not??????????????????

None of those things are true and you know what? I might just stop seeing male identifying persons altogether. I’m sick of this bullshit being thrown in my face.

Yes I realize it’s tinder. But guess what? That shit shouldn’t be happening to begin with! I should not be getting harassed like this!

originalpottervengerlock  asked:

Sorry, mabey some headcannons about TOS Scotty walking in on the reader changing? Like they share quarters and are married but he's still startled/embarrassed.

Don’t apologize!

  • The first time he needs to report to MedBay for an injury, and he sees you, Scotty is smitten.
  • You were laughing at something McCoy had said, and McCoy was also laughing, and as he walked toward the nurse’s station, the entire MedBay was beginning to fall to pieces, they were laughing so hard.
  • It turns out you’d told a terrible and cheesy joke, but it’d struck McCoy as funny, and when he lost it, and couldn’t regain control of the giggles, the entire MedBay team fell apart.
  • You turned to him with your eyes shining with tears of laughter, and the brightest, most beautiful smile on your face, and Scotty forgot why he’d come in, struck speechless.
  • You saw his hand dripping blood, and in a flash your smile changed from carefree to careful, and you led him, with a gentle care that made his heart tight, over to a biobed. You cleaned the wound and called McCoy over to have a look. 
  • When McCoy discharged Scotty, he stopped at the nurse’s station and stumbled over his words for a few minutes before blurting out an invite to meet him for drinks. You agreed. The rest was, as they say, history.
  • It wasn’t long before McCoy signed paperwork recommending shared quarters for you as a ‘medical necessity’. It was the easiest way to skirt the cohabitation rules that Starfleet liked to enforce.
  • It was perfection. You had a comfy bed with enough room for the both of you, and Monty had some tinker space in the common room.
  • The first time you got changed in front of him, you noticed he looked away shyly and made himself busy with one of his projects.
  • The next time you noticed was a few weeks later, and he was still adorably awkward about seeing you without clothes on. You had absolutely no hangups about changing in front of him, you’d grown up playing co-ed sports that had required you to strip down to your sport shorts and bra regularly in front of people you wanted nothing do with, getting undressed in front of the man you were in love with wasn’t an issue.
  • You began to make a game out of it, walking through your suite, taking your clothes off, leaving them strewn all over. You’d follow him as he tried to escape, going as far as sitting on the edge of the worktable in just your undies one day.
  • Finally he snapped. “Hen, ye cannae always been mincing about starkers! I’m just a man! I find it hard enough keeping my hands off you already, put some damn clothes on before I take ye to bed and never let ye climb oot!”
  • You raised an eyebrow and dropped your knickers on the floor in challenge.

when shore leave comes around, the crew go drinking together. as a joke, jim explains the concept of the wingman to jaylah and because she has difficulty getting drunk, she makes it her mission to pick someone up for scotty instead. scotty tries to talk her out of it, embarrassed and worried what’s gonna happen. turns out she’s amazing and within an hour, scotty has 9 phone numbers. (and she’s definitely better than keenser, who just tugs at people’s jackets, points at scotty and gives the thumbs up/thumbs down.)

jaysketchin  asked:

You might expect me to say Vanoo again, huh? WELL THINK AGAIN! *slams hand of aces on table and earns all the monies* BasicallyIDo407 for a confession-in-the-rain AU :333333

I do love confessions in the rain ;3

The rain was pouring down from the heavens and soaking them through to the skin, but the weather wasn’t important right now; all Marcel cared about in that moment was stopping Scotty from climbing into that Uber and leaving him before he had a chance to say everything he needed to say. 

“Scotty, wait!” he called out to him, heart beating as hard as his feet hit the pavement, blinded by the thick rainfall and his one track mind that was focused on but one thing - telling Scotty how he felt before he headed back home and he lost the opportunity. 

It was a spur of the moment decision fuelled by emotion with no prior planning, and when his voice had failed him and he struggled to find the words to describe the indescribable, he threw caution into the wind, grabbed him by the lapels, and kissed him hard and fervently, because after all, his lips could talk in more ways than one and kisses conveyed more emotion than words ever could (and as Scotty held him just as tenderly, he quietly noted that maybe he wasn’t going to need that Uber after all).