I don't know is this is the right spot for telling about a fanfiction, but I don't know how to do anything. There's this absolutely amazing scones by happysquid008, that has 22 chapters, has more chapters planned, and plot. It's long and slow burn, and each chapter is really lengthy. This deserves way more credit, and the author feels like no one cares about it. So can you you post this on your blog so that the author knows this is not the case?
This blog hasn't been very active in quite some time, as I (the admin) haven't written much for Scones in a while, and the pairing is not that popular, to say the least, so keeping a blog for it active is hard.
But I can definitely publish your ask for anyone still following the blog, and I will check the story out myself! I took a quick look and it seems good - very long, but good potential for sure.
Send me a ♪ and I’ll write a drabble for our characters based on whatever song comes up on shuffle
May the Living Be Dead (In Our Wake) — Flogging Molly
Her breath pure as whiskey my heart fell in love/in a world so unforgiving/you mean more to me everyday.
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They met in the middle of a storm. Eyes barely passing over one another before Kirk was threatening the Captain and they were moving. They’re eyes didn’t even meet though McCoy ended up being the one to pass the man a towel (“Finally! I’m drippin’ like a bloody drain pipe here.”) and Scotty was dashing off to engineering as soon as he was dry. So much for beginnings.
Everyone knows it’s just a lull in the storm as they move back towards Earth. Some are even calling it the eye of the storm. They’re both caught up in their own duties and it’s an encounter simply because the CEO doesn’t take a liking to the Scotsman, but who would when a man comes in trying to take your job. Really it’s a scuffle though Jim says he’ll never put it down as anything (he knows just how abnormal this is). So it’s off to medbay for Scotty and a proper introduction to the man’s infamous bedside manner.
After it’s all said and done, Earth saved for whatever that’s worth as they witness the mourning families of Vulcan and their fellow ships, they meet again. ‘Senior officer debrief’ is what they’re calling it, though really it’s more of a tearing apart for the four of them and their ‘improper conduct in the line of duty’. Scotty’s only just met the man but he can’t help defending Kirk from saving him from that rock, McCoy’s already proven he’s willing to pay the price. It’s clear the Admirals weren’t expecting the Scottish temper and Georgian snark ganging up on them.
Captain Kirk. They won and maybe it’s for the press to have the flagship lead by Earth’s saviors, but they also happen to be the best. In the time span before lift off they never see each other, each busy in their duties making their departments their own. It ends up being in-flight, their first five-year mission, before Scotty finds time to get his physical. It would have been miserable if he wasn’t ready to fire back.
It becomes an easy commendatory. Though they rarely see one another unless Scotty’s injured or the Doctor’s hauling someone’s sorry ass out of engineering (Kirk usually when he’s avoiding another physical) they each hold onto a few lines to throw at one another.
It’s nearly a year into the mission when Scotty stumbles across McCoy sitting against a random tank in engineering, somewhere the man claims was the closest he could get to forgetting they were out in the black.
Tear stains and whiskey breath.
Somehow it’s easy, Scotty offering his hand and hauling the man to his feet and leading the way back to his quarters. McCoy can still walk straight and from the way he seems blank to the going ons around them Scotty knows that’s not where he wanted to be.
A mission cuts a little too close to home and Scotty will barely look McCoy in the eye as the man tends to his wounds. He’s the last patient, usually is considering he’ll work until someone drags him him to medbay, and his blank stares might only be observed by the man tending his wounds.
Those aren’t the only times they see to each other, when a good drink and a broken smile is all they want to see, but when the universe reminds them it’s not so forgiving the reminders of the good things isn’t about to be over looked.
Jim mandates a Christmas party. They call it a non-denominational holiday party, of course, because this is Starfleet in the twenty-third century and political correctness is crucial to the modern bureaucracy, but it is a Christmas party nonetheless, with a tree draped in tinsel and lights that shine like tiny stars, wreaths of holly and ivy throughout the rec room, and free candy canes, eggnog, and gingerbread for all crew members. The party is in full swing when Monty enters; he's greeted by warmth, light, and faint jingling music.
"Monty!" a familiar voice exclaims, its drawl thicker than usual. "Why're you so late?"
Leonard McCoy staggers over to the engineer, a mostly-empty bottle in hand. He's grinning widely, teetering from side to side like a broken top.
Monty puts a hand on the other man's shoulder, steadying him. "I had to finish some repairs," he explains, but he gets the distinct impression that Leo isn't listening.
"It's Christmas, Monty," Leo says. He throws his arm out in a wide circle, indicating all of the Christmasy things in the room. "Chrissssstmas. ChristMAS!"
"Yeah, I know," Monty replies, smiling fondly at the doctor. "Most wonderful time of the year."
"Oh! Wait!" Leo jerks himself into a more upright position and scans the room, searching intently. After a few seconds, he frowns and calls, "Oi! Green-blooded hobgoblin!"
Spock approaches with a frown on his face and a Santa hat in hand (probably a failed attempt by Jim to get his first officer more into the Christmas spirit.) "Doctor McCoy, you are inebriated," he observes. "Return to your quarters immediately before you embarrass yourself further."
"And who are you to order me around, exactly?" Leo demands. "Besides, you didn't hang any mistletoe! Why didn't you hang any mistletoe?"
"Doctor, that would be completely inappropriate for --"
"I can't kiss this idiot if there isn't any mistletoe!"
Leo stands, one hand on his hip and the other on Monty's chest for support. Monty blushes, imagining a Christmas tradition he'd lost hope of ever participating in. Spock simply sighs.
"That, Doctor McCoy, is not my problem," the Vulcan says. Without another word, he turns and marches away -- there are other drunk idiots that need babysitting.
"Can you believe his nerve?" Leo asks. His Southern drawl is more and more pronounced with each passing sentence.
"No, I, um --" Monty tries, fails, and decides to start over. "You know, I've got some mistletoe in my quarters ..."
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"I don't see any mistletoe."
"That's 'cause it's invisible," Monty explains simply, pulling Leo in from the doorway.
"Oh," the doctor says. "Alright, then."
And without further ado, he leans in and presses his lips to Monty's. He tastes of peppermint and eggnog, his whole body warm against Monty's skin.
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"Sorry I didn't get you a very good present," Leo whispers later, husky and still a bit drunk as he places a tiny box in Monty's open palm.
"Oh, it's fine, more than fine."
All I wanted for Christmas was you, anyway.
(A/N: Happy holidays, everyone! I hope you have a lovely winter break, catch up on sleep, and watch lots of Star Trek. I was originally going to write this and post it earlier -- it's no longer technically Christmas in my time zone -- but I got distracted by anger over the Doctor Who Christmas special. Oops. Anyway, I promise that this blog is far from abandoned -- I've got lots of new ideas for stuff to post, and a whole week of break yet. Very exciting. :))
So, if you weren't already aware, NaNoWriMo is a thing, and it's happening, and I'm participating.
This means that either a.) not many posts for the entire month of November or b.) lots of posts, but all related to an AU in which Leonard and Scotty both do NaNoWriMo. More likely a. This is just a heads-up so that you all know that I haven't died or abandoned this blog or anything.
(Or maybe I can post some fic recs or something? Or fanart? Does anybody have any suggestions for low-effort but high-quality posts? Anyone?)
(The ironic thing here is that I'm abstaining from Tumblr in order to write about Tumblr, since it's the topic of my NaNoWriMo story.)
(Also, if you care to stalk me/my word count, you can find me here: http://nanowrimo.org/participants/owlinaminor/ )
(P.S. I love you all, you're all amazing for following this blog.)
Dr. Leonard McCoy is in the middle of an extremely important lesson about photosynthesis when the door to his classroom flies open, banging against the wall.
"Class, I interrupt this class for a very important message," announces the most infuriating man at the school (at least, according to Leonard.)
The biology teacher glares at his colleague, attempting to magically purge him of the power of speech, but to no avail; Montgomery Scott does not shut up.
"Did you know," he says, "that it takes my anus only one year to go around the sun, but it takes your anus eighty-four years?"
It takes a moment, but the students get it. They always get it. And the master of bad physics puns dashes off, cackling away into the hallway, no doubt searching for more innocent bystanders whose minds he can injure with his horrible sense of humor.
"Damn satellite motion lesson," Leonard mumbles before returning to his lesson.
(Of course, he tells the same joke to his next class, barely able to keep himself from chuckling and ruining the punchline, but Scotty doesn't need to know that.)
[teacher au in which Scotty and Bones are both high school science teachers (physics and bio, respectfully) and all of their students (i.e. the rest of the bridge crew) ship them]
Mr. Spock, is it true, would you say, that you have mass?" Montgomery Scott stands in front of his student's desk, hands on hips, grinning.
Spock stares at him for a second, trying to discern whether or not the question is too easy to be true, then replies, "Affirmative."
"And is it true that I also have mass?"
"Affirmative."
"So, according to Newton's Law of Gravitation, what can you conclude about the two of us?"
Scotty hears a few stifled giggles from the back of the room -- clearly, some of his students have already anticipated the punchline.
"We are attracted to each other, obviously," Spock says, backed by a chorus of laughter.
"Exactly!" Scotty exclaims. (The gravitation lesson is one of his favorite classes -- so many golden opportunities for jokes.) "I am attracted to all of you, and vice versa."
He waits a moment for the ruckus to die down, then turns to the board, ready to continue the lesson. But his students apparently have other ideas.
"But, Mr. Scott, I thought you were just attracted to Dr. McCoy?" Jim Kirk asks innocently.
Scotty feels his face turning bright tomato-red. "Um ... That's ..."
"You know, he's got a point," Carol Marcus chimes in. "The two of you do have lunch together every single day. Without fail."
"And the way you argue during Science Bowl meetings?" Hikaru Sulu adds. "There's gotta be something there."
"I theenk Meester Scott and Meester McCoy are haveeng an affair," Pavel Chekov says.
"The likelihood is 70.34 percent," Spock agrees.
"Or if they aren't having an affair, they should be. It would resolve some of that sexual tension," Nyota Uhura comments.
By this point, Scotty is slumped at his desk with head cushioned in his arms, unable to face his students. Damn kids, always so much more observant than he gives them credit for. (Teaching AP Physics is not for the faint of heart, you knew that when you signed up, he tells himself, but it doesn't seem to help matters any.)
"Hey, Scotty, can I borrow a -- what's going on in here?"
Speak of the devil -- to complete Scotty's embarrassment, the very biology teacher whose attractiveness level is currently being discussed at length (at length) is peering in the doorway.
Scotty picks his head up just long enough to gesture forlornly at his students. "They ... Uh ... They're ..."
"Hello, Dr. McCoy," Carol says, waving gaily. "We were just talking about you."
Leonard McCoy raises one eyebrow, surveys the class, and then says, "It's the gravitation lesson, isn't it?"
He walks out, to applause. Scotty drops his head back down onto his desk.
Sometimes, when Leo is working late in the med bay (finishing up paperwork or whatever) he has his PADD play country music as background noise. And it's a particular joy of Scotty's to figure out when Leo's playing country music, sneak into the med bay, start singing really quietly, and see how long it takes Leo to notice. (The record is almost half an hour.)
medieval au in which Leonard is the best physician in the kingdom and Scotty is the blacksmith who comes to see Leonard every other day because he burned himself (or scratched himself or banged his head on something or, on one particularly humorous occasion, dropped a hammer on his foot) and of course Leonard pretends to hate Scotty but secretly looks forward to his visits
■ you two are the stupidest assholes oh my god ■ why do they let you in interviews together ■ IT NEVER ENDS WELL ■ this is my brotp okay ■ i know pine and quinto are fucking great ■ but these two make me want to strangle and aggressively snuggle them like two dumb bunnies with stupid accents ■ and stupid faces ■ and stupid laughs and just ■ YOU TWO ARE FUCKING DUMB OKAY I'M GOING TO DIE GO AWAY
