#scottyfluff

I am on mobile right now but have had this queued up forever and just reread it and tgought it’d be nice to post for near Christmas time. Pure fluff. Can’t add a tag list sorry ppl. Also can’t add a cut thingy either. Sorry Enjoyenjoyenjoy Pairing: Scotty x reader

Word Count: some

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As soon as Scotty’s face filled the screen in front of you, you knew this wasn’t going to be a happy call.  

“Hey.” You said, trying your hardest to smile even though you felt like you were dying inside. 

“Hey there.” A flicker of a smile touched his lips, but there was not the usual jovial tone to his voice. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, pressing your palms into the bedspread. 

“I was abou’ t'ask you the same thin’.” He exhaled. 

“What do you mean?”

“Love, why’re you crying?” His voice was soft and tender. 

“I’m not…” You touched your fingertips to your cheeks and were surprised to find tears there. 

Scotty clicked his tongue softly and you could hear him shuffle in his seat, “Wha’s the matter?  I hate seein’ you so sad.“ 

“I don’t know…” You drew your forearm under your dripping nose and pulled your knees to your chest, “I don’t know.”

Resting your chin on your folded knees you looked up at him through watery eyes.  His eyes were sad too, you realized and it only made you let out a little sob. 

“I just really miss you, I guess.” You sniffled, tearing your eyes away from his and resting the side of your head on your knees. 

“I miss you too, love." 

"I jus-I just could-could really use one-one of your hugs right now.” You gasped, and the mere thought of his arms wrapped around you sent you into a fit of sobs again. 

“Shh… Y/N, I know, and if I could I would be there in a second.”

“I know.” You looked at him again, “Where’s the teleporter machine you’ve been-been talking about?  I thought you were an engineer.” You joked, but it didn’t make him smile. 

“I think I’ve done well enough developing the transporter, thank you very much. Unfortunately I think it’s more of a time machine tha’ we need.”

You huffed a watery laugh and rubbed your face into your knees before leaning back and wiping at them with the back of your hand.  You sighed and reached out to touch your PADD screen. 

“How much longer until we are together again?” Your voice was barely a whisper. 

You desperately wished that it was your fingertips touching his cheek rather than the hard screen of the PADD. 

“3 months.” He sighed, and you saw tears well up in his eyes, “I wish I could come home now.  I jus’ want t'a hold ya again.  I hate-I hate sleeping alone.”

Now it was your turn to comfort him, “I do too, Monty.  But I’m sure you don’t miss my cold feet against your back all night.” You smiled. 

He huffed a laugh and wiped at his eyes, “I would take your ice-cubes that you call feet over sleepin’ alone on this bloody lonely planet any day.”

“Well I promise as soon as you get back that you can have as much of my cold feet as you want because it’s going to be days before we are going to leave this bed.” You bounced up and down slightly on the bed and were relieved to see a real smile pull at his mouth. 

“Sounds like a deal.”

You fell into a comfortable silence and you eventually felt the tight coil of missing him lessen a little, and your tears dried on your cheeks. 

“I love you, Monty.”

That made him smile and tilted his head as his whiskey-brown eyes met yours sweetly, “I love you too, Y/N.”

“And soon we will be together.” You said.  This was always your little routine before you hung up.

“Before ya know it.” Scotty responded as per your little imaginary script. 

You drew your finger one more time down his face on the screen before you brought the PADD closer to your face, pressing your forehead against it. 

Pulling back, you found tears perched on your eyelids again, “I need you, Montgomery Scott.  I need you I need you I need you." 

You repeated the words until you were nearly sobbing them, and you watched his face as it broke down with each repetition of the words. 

When you paused to take a shaky breath he interrupted, "Love, you wouldn’t even believe how much I need you too.”

You wiped at your eyes again and smiled, “I should go to bed.”

“Wish I was there." 

"I wish you were too.” You blew him a kiss before ending the call.  

You don’t know how long you sat there, hugging the PADD to your chest and sobbing, but eventually you fell asleep, cradling the device as if it were Scotty’s arm drawn around your chest.

Finally, it was time.  

As you stood at the landing dock, you bounced up and down on your toes, wearing a stupid smile on your face that had been there since yesterday.

He’s coming home today. He’s coming home today.  He’s coming home today.

“Are you excited or something?  I can’t tell.” You turned to Jim who stood beside you and punched him in the arm.

“It’s been 18 months since I’ve seen him, you asshat, I get to be excited.”

Jim chuckled, “But didn’t you see him a few months ago?”

“That was 6 months ago and only for 4 hours on one of his re-supply missions.” You snapped.

“Okay, okay, you get to be excited.” Jim smiled down at you and you turned your attention quickly back to the bustling shuttle bay.

Jim said they’d landed already, but you didn’t know which ship it was or if they had even gotten off yet.  The suspense was killing you.

You waited in silence next to Jim, your eyes constantly scanning each ship, each person that had redish-brown hair, each red shirt, hoping it was him.

“You’re gonna give yourself an aneurysm.” Jim teased.

“Shut up.”

There.  Your eyes caught on someone. Nope.

Ooo, over there.

Nope.

You were beginning to get frustrated when you saw another head of reddish-brown hair.  Coupled by a red shirt.  And that scarf.  You had given him that scarf.

Your heart soared.

Monty.

Your legs nearly gave out before you commanded them to surge forward, and they somehow carried you into the busy shuttle bay. Squeezing past person after person, you felt the cool air hit your cheeks and realized you were crying. Your legs were flying under you, faster than you had ever run before, and your heart was hammering in your chest.

As you neared him, you realized that he hadn’t seen you yet, and he seemed to be scanning the crowds as well.  Looking for you.

“MONTY!” You yelled, and his head snapped in your direction.

You had no idea how you remained standing when his eyes met yours.  There he was. Flesh and blood and oh-so-familiar. Something between a screech and a shout of laughter left your lips and you started running again.  

Scotty’s smile was unbelievably wide as he dropped his bag and spread his arms.  You nearly leaped into them as you finally closed the last few feet.  

“Monty!” You called again as he wrapped his arms around you tight, tighter than ever, and still you couldn’t get enough.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” Scotty chanted, and that’s when you realized that he was crying too.  

You felt him press hard kisses to the side of your neck, working his way up to your jaw and eventually across your cheek, and when you couldn’t take it anymore, you turned your head and captured his lips in yours.

It was a desperate kiss, dry and harsh, a kiss that means ‘I haven’t seen you in forever’, ‘I miss you so much’, ‘I just want to feel your lips on mine’.  But eventually it melted into softer kisses, gentle ‘I love you’ kisses and you found yourself giggling despite the tears still running down your cheeks.

Eventually, you pulled your head away, resting your foreheads together, the rest of your body pressed tightly to his.  

“Monty.” You breathed, more tears (happy ones, you realized now) tracked down your cheeks.

“Y/N.” He laughed, and the smile on his face and the admiration in his eyes melted your heart.

“Do you even know how much I missed you?” You teased, brushing his hair over his ears.

“If it’s even half as much as I’ve missed you, then it’s a hell u’va lot.” He kissed the smile off your face.

Breaking off the kiss, you buried your face in his neck and inhaled the familiar scent o him, and you felt his hands squeeze your waist softly.

“Nice to have you back, Mr. Scott.” Jim’s voice broke through your little bubble of Scotty and you drew back to Scotty’s side, slinging your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek into his shoulder.

“Nice to be back, Cap’n.” Scotty pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and the arm that he had around you drew soft lines up and down your back.

“I was about to send this one to the medbay ‘cause I thought she was gonna faint while we waited for you.” Jim teased and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“And I can send you to the medbay for a black eye if you want one, Jimbo.” You joked, and Scotty laughed heartily next to you and pulled you closer.

“Alright, alright, my duty here is done, you two lovebirds go do whatever you lovebirds want to do, I’ll see you back on the ship.” Jim saluted before he retreated back into the busy crowds.

Scotty swung you around so you were in front of him again, encircling his arms around your waist.

“Now, lass, I would love a long hot shower – with or without you honestly I just need one at this point – a good hot meal, and to spend the rest of the day in bed with you in my arms.”

Your heart surged with happiness and you dove up to kiss him quickly, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Scotty smiled and kissed your forehead quickly before scooping up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.   You arms still slung around the other’s waists, you and Scotty started towards the exit ready to spend the next little while in each other’s arms.

Intro: We are getting there folks - ALMOST THERE.  The last part, this part, and the next part are my favourite, I think.  So I hope you enjoy (mua ha ha)

Notes on this part: GET IT TOGETHER

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

Word Count:  902

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: 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

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It had been two weeks since the crash, and Scotty hadn't come to see you, and you hadn't gone to see him since you told him about the letter.  He was finally released from the medbay, but not cleared to work yet, that started tomorrow, so you thought you'd best find him before you had your first shift together.

You found him heading into his quarters.

“Hey.” You said, your hands nearly shaking from nervousness as you wrung them, “Can we talk?”

Scotty pursed his lips, his eyes meeting yours fleetingly before gesturing you to go into his quarters.  When the door slid closed behind you, you almost stopped breathing, and you turned slowly to face him.

"Listen, Scotty..." You started, having practiced the speech that you would give him over and over the past two weeks.

"No, you listen." He interrupted, his eyes boring into yours, "You were never supposed to see that letter."

"I know..."

"Lassie, will ye shut up for a minute, I'm tryna tell you something important." Scotty snapped and you gulped, staying silent so he could continue.

"From day one you have been nothin’ but a pain in my hide, a misplaced cog in a sea of gears, a nuisance t’say the least.  But after the first time you nearly tore my head off over the tiniest string of programming, I knew you were something special.  And then I was done for, lass.  I wrote that letter because I couldn't keep all my feelings inside, I needed to get them out, and maybe then I could go back to hating you, but I never stood a chance, ya see.  I never stood a chance because every time you waltzed through those doors, with your big brain and... and that look of determination on your face, every time you looked at me, I fell further.”

He took a breath, you had stopped breathing.

“And then I go and get hurt and who is at my bedside?  You.  So you cannae blame me if I thought for a wee second that you might actually may have returned those feelings.  I poured my heart into that letter and you basically told me it meant nothing t’you.  What am I suppos’ to think abou' that?" Scotty's tone was a mix of frustration and desperation, and his eyes raked your face as if searching for something.

"You're supposed to think I'm an idiot." You blurted, and his mouth pressed into a tight line, his eyes falling to the floor.

"Which I'm pretty sure you do.  And I'm pretty sure I am.  But you have to know why I reacted the way I did because I can't stand the thought of you hating me, Scotty.  I just can't." You shook your head, emotions flying through you at the speed of light, barely controllable.

"Nobody has ever said anything like that about me before.  And it scared the hell out of me, Scotty.  The things you wrote... I-I never thought anyone would ever write such beautiful words about me.  Especially not you."

You paused, wringing your hands in front of you tightly, your eyes now falling away from him.

"I tried to force myself to hate you, tried to tell myself that you were just something in the way of me becoming chief of engineering one day.  Because that would have been easier than feeling the way I do about you."

Scotty's eyes flicked up and you met his gaze, his mouth fell open, "And how's tha-"

"You almost died." You looked at him desperately now, tears perched on your lids, and you wanted to reach for him so bad, but you were still scared.

"You almost died and I thought my heart was going to grind to a halt like a C3 engine with no pipe oil.  And that's when I realized how I felt.  That's when I realized I wanted you looking over my shoulder and criticizing every thing I do, I wanted to hear your insane yelling when something wasn't working like we wanted it.  We should be a team. We are the exact same, you and I.  We should be inseparable. And I'm sorry it took me so long to figure that out, but here I am, now, all figured out."

You shrugged your shoulders, your hands tucked into your pockets, feeling  like he could see each and every emotion written on your skin, like it was that easy to express all the things you wanted to.  You were surprised to find a look of confusion on his face.

His brows furrowed more than you'd ever seen them furrow, and his gaze was hard, distant,  "I need some time to think." The words fell out of his mouth and suddenly you were staring at his back.

"Scotty, wait..."

And he was gone.

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

P.S. I know I’m a tease mua ha ha

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Intro: In the last one I ended with a twist, and you are all worried about Scotty.  Here is that worry in the reader.  

A little bit of angst in this one, a love letter, a lot of worry.  

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

Word Count: 1,938 

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: 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

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On your shift the day after you had stayed up far too late with Scotty, you were informed that he would be going on an away mission to assist in repairing a ship, and you were to stay behind and be the acting chief of engineering. 

"Not that I don't basically run this ship on my own anyway." You snorted to yourself as you snapped your com shut, thinking that if Scotty was here he would have shook his head and gave you one of his teasing smiles.  

Thinking of that put a smile on your face as you began your shift, excited to be in charge.  

The next two days left you less excited to be in charge, as you quickly missed Scotty's witty banter and your heated debates about the details of the ship.  

You were lounging around Scotty's workbench on the third day that he was gone, the ship running smoothly, and you had everyone kept busy making sure it stayed that way.  

Then, out of the corner of your eye, a piece of paper, tucked into the drawer of the very messy workstation.  But that wasn't what caught your attention, it was your name, written in the corner of the paper in Scotty's barely legible script.  You couldn't help your curiosity as you reached for it, quickly glancing around the room, as if Scotty was going to suddenly show up and berate you for snooping.  

The paper itself looked like it had been through the washing machine, crumpled and stained, maybe at on point a page of a note book, torn out.  The words were written in pencil, and you were right, it was your name written in the corner.  

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.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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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. 

Intro: I kinda wanted to pull them apart before I put them together, so the next two chapters are focused on that.  Love is hard.  And running away from feelings is sometimes easier than facing them.  

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

Word Count:  1,616

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: 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

-Enjoy!-

"You look like crap." A voice naggled at you, rousing you from your sleep, but you didn't open your eyes or lift your head, assuming it was Jim coming to say hi. 

That was until a set of fingers tightened on yours, making your eyes fly open and your head pop up. 

"Scotty?" You breathed, squinting in the bright lights of the room to see Scotty with his head propped up and his eyes open, a small smile on his mouth. 

"Have you eaten anything recently, lass, you look worn down to the bone." Scotty worried, his hand releasing yours to brush across your cheek softly, making your breath catch and tears prick at your eyes. 

"You can't say much, you don't look so good yourself." You joked with a watery laugh. 

Scotty dropped his hand back to the bed, this time not touching yours.  He furrowed his brow as he looked at you, "Shouldn't you be running our ship?" 

You huffed a laugh, feeling a warmth in your chest when he called it 'our' ship as he usually referred to it as 'his' ship. 

"Yeah, well my shift doesn't start until..." You checked your watch, your shift started 20 minutes ago, "now, but I left Riley in charge."

Intro: Scotty trashcan dwellers, welcome, and if you’re not in the Scotty trashcan, do not blame me if you fall in.  Well maybe you can, but I’m okay with that. :) 

This one is a little softer, and reader and Scotty are starting to get along, yay!

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

Word Count: 710 (much shorter than the last fic)

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

-Enjoy!-

Even though your blood still boiled at the thought of your last encounter with Scotty, where he dismissed you from your shift early, you decided to apologize.

So, the next day, at the start of your shift, you went off to find Scotty, who was at his workstation.

“Uh, Mr. Scott?” You mumbled and toed at the foot of his desk where Scotty sat, entrenched in a conversation with Keenser.  

When his eyes fell to you, you swear his expression held disappointment, and you pushed down the rush of anger that it elicited.  

“imsrryfryellngatyouysterdy.” You sputtered, feeling the red flush of embarrassment hit your cheeks.  

“Sorry, I dinnae pick that up, a little slower?” Scotty insisted and you glowered. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday, alright?” You crossed your arms over your chest and dug your toe into the floor. 

“Thanks, lass,” Scotty exhaled, his tone much softer than before, “and ’m sorry fer yellin’ at ya as well.”

You met his eyes now, and saw not a look of disgust or frustration, but one a lot more gentle, one that made you feel at ease, and you didn’t even realize you were staring until Keenser cleared his throat. 

“Uh, alright… Truce?” You held your hand out over the desk to Scotty. 

Scotty’s mouth tilted into a smile, “Truce.” He shook your hand, his palm warm and dry, “And stop calling me, Mr. Scott, it makes me feel old.”

And that was that.  

You quickly fell into a routine with the older man, which consisted of him questioning your and Bobby’s decision about something in the engineering room, and you retorting easily about why it was that way.  Eventually, after many a heated argument, you adjusted the systems to Scotty’s liking, and it actually made the ship run smoother, to your continual surprise.  

One evening you had been in such a heated discussion about quantum loop generators that you didn’t even realize your shift was over.  

“But what if you adjusted the equation like… this.” You wrote a few symbols on the paper that was stretched out on the table in front of you. 

“No, no, that would change this later.” Scotty pointed out something, ripping the pencil from your hand and scribbling on the paper. 

“Well now I can’t even read that, who taught you to write, a 4 year old?” You teased, laughing loudly. 

“Hey, lass, I’ve seen your workstation, you are not allowed to tell me that I’m messy.” Scotty jabbed, a grin teasing at his lips. 

“That’s not fair!” You gasped in mock horror and pushed at his arm playfully. 

“What’s not fair is not being able to find anything when ya need it.“ 

"You’re an asshole.”

Scotty smiled over at you now, and your heart skipped a beat.  He had a really nice smile.  

You leaned back in your chair and stretched your arms above your head, cracking your back a few times.  You still felt Scotty’s gaze on you, and you nearly blushed at the attention.  Glancing at your watch, you groaned. 

“It’s almost midnight!  Our shift’s been over for nearly 4 hours, what in the world are we still doing here?” You yawned but didn’t move from your chair. 

“Guess we really got into our discussion.” Scotty suggested and as he turned his chair his knee bumped into yours, but he quickly pulled it away. 

“Yeah, I guess.  It’s so nice to finally find someone who I can discuss these things in detail with.  None of my friends care about this stuff that much, they all think it’s really nerdy.” You played with the ends of your hair as you spoke. 

“It is nerdy.” Scotty laughed, “But I agree.  You really know yer stuff.  Though since we are both so stubborn it can get pretty heated sometimes." 

"I am not stubborn!” You defended. 

“Now you’re bein’ stubborn about bein’ stubborn.” Scotty said, “That’s a new low.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and stood up, placing a hand on his shoulder and putting your face close to his ear, “Goodnight, ya big meanie." 

Scotty’s cheeks tinged red as your breath caressed his ear, and before you could think too much about it you were sliding out the door, feeling Scotty’s gaze of disbelief on your back. 

That was the last time you talked to Scotty before you saw him in the medbay with a tube down his throat.  

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

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

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

Just another pick-me-up fic.  <3

Word Count: 657

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But my idea came from something I saw a while back, where it said something about Scotty x someone who love engineering and the enterprise as much as him, so that’s what I’m working with.