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My Top Posts in 2022:

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Crawford Tillinghast – “From Beyond”

67 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

Senator Letant, giggling smugly: “You see my point?”

ST:DS9 S6E26 “Tears of the Prophets”

74 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

Experimentation

This little rat bastard scientist has been living rent-free in my head ever since I saw “Re-Animator” for the first time a couple of months ago. Well...here goes nothing. Cross-posted to my AO3 here.

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Herbert West (Re-Animator) x Reader

[A/N: I’ve never written for Herbert West before, so uh...here goes nothing. Also, did I write my dumb ass into a corner? Yes. Did @beyond-antares save my bacon by helping me come up with an ending? Also yes. This wouldn’t be finished if she hadn’t stepped in and assisted me, so give her a big round of applause and a BIG “Thank You.” She’s awesome!]

Warnings: None that I can think of. I mean, obviously Herbie’s a lil bit of a mad scientist, but I don’t describe any violence or gore in any graphic sort of way. So...other than that, just be aware of the content of Re-Animator, I guess?

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“So...you and Herbert, huh?” Dan’s voice beside me made me jump. I hadn’t heard him come in. I was sitting in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in my hand, staring at the ever-closed door of the basement. I’d been lost in thought solidly for...how long had I been here, exactly?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered, daring to meet Dan’s gaze as I took a sip of my now ice-cold coffee. Oh god, I had been there a while, hadn’t I? I couldn’t help but wince at the cold bitterness, and the smirk that crossed Dan’s lips made it clear he’d seen my reaction.

“Oh, come on. It’s obvious. You’ve got a thing for him. Ever since he moved in, you haven’t gone on a single date. Hell, you light up when he looks your way, and everyone seems to notice, except Herbert, of course,” he said with a wink. “Don’t bother denying it. I saw the way you looked at him when you were patching him up after his last experiment. So...you gonna tell him soon? Or do I have to do it for you?”

“You wouldn’t dare, Cain,” I scoffed, but all my bravado dissolved when he started walking toward the basement door. In a panic, I grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him. “Nononono! C’Mon, don’t do that!”

“If you don’t tell him, he’ll never pick up on it on his own,” Dan said with an amused laugh. He had stopped walking, though, and I considered that a temporary victory. “What’s the worst that could happen? Seriously, just tell him already.”

“Tell who?” At the sound of the question from the basement door, I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment. Herbert walked casually from the doorway toward the kitchen, his hunger finally driving him to seek sustenance, no doubt.

“Oh, I think our roommate has something to tell y–” I elbowed Dan in the stomach, shutting him up with a grunt. “Rude.”

“Shut it, Cain,” I muttered, and Herbert cleared his throat.

“If you have something to tell me, I’m all ears, though I won’t be for long. My experiments need me,” he said in his usual sanctimonious tone as he rooted around in the fridge. Dan gave me a little shove forward toward Herbert just as the latter turned around to fix me with a curious look. I must’ve looked like a deer in headlights. “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah. Yes, I’m fine,” I stammered as I tried to hide how hastily I wanted to retreat. Herbert raised an eyebrow in disbelief, and I started to back away in such a manner that I didn’t look like I was running away. “I-I should get going.”

Ignoring Dan calling my name, I hurried out the front door to my car. Did I have a destination in mind or anything at all that really needed my presence? Nope. Was I leaving anyway? Yep. All I had to do was avoid my roommates for the next couple of days and hope they’d forget by the time I had to spend any significant amount of time talking to them.

By the time I got home that night, I knew Dan would be in bed and Herbert tucked neatly away in his lab with his experiments. When I walked inside, the last thing I expected to see was Herbert leaning back against the kitchen counter wearing the same expression he always wore when analyzing the results of one of his re-animation trials. Upon cursory inspection, nothing seemed broken or otherwise out of place, so the problem wasn’t with an experiment then...huh. But, what else could draw his attention so thoroughly?

“What did Dan mean earlier?” I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed Herbert’s gaze turn to me. I could do no more than look at him in confusion.

“I-I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, and Herbert stood up straight and walked toward me.

“Before you left, Dan said you had something to tell me. What was he talking about?” There was no accusation in his tone, only the cold calculation with which he approached all of his research. Before I even realized what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around my middle in a subconsciously protective manner.

“You’d have to ask him about that–”

“I already have. He said it wasn’t his place to tell me...that it was yours.” Beneath his glasses, Herbert’s eyes skimmed the length of my face, his gaze most likely taking in more than I could imagine. “I have several hypotheses, but without more data, I can’t possibly hope to continue.”

Shit. Was he going to be studying my behavior now?

“And...what are the current hypotheses?” I asked curiously. Herbert wasn’t exactly socially aware, so I hoped that he hadn’t put things together on his own. He made a disapproving little noise with his tongue and gave me an inscrutable look.

“You know very well that I can’t tell you. That would taint the results...invalidate the experiment...” Herb murmured stopping barely a foot from me. “Where did you go when you left?”

“Irrelevant.” I tried to keep my tone and expression as neutral as possible. He didn’t know I’d been avoiding both of them all day. Besides, he said it himself: without more data he couldn’t continue. So I would just have to avoid giving him any more data. His brow furrowed and he tilted his head curiously. Before he could comment, however, I stepped around him and started making my way to my room. I paused when Herbert said my name, and I turned to face him from across the room.

“I was wondering if you could assist me in the lab tomorrow. I asked Daniel, but he insisted that you’d be better suited to the task.” Of course he did. I agreed without considering the wisdom of my answer, and Herbert gave me a small smile. “Very well. I’ll come get you when it’s time.”

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100 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

I just rewatched TNG's "The Measure of a Man" and I'm having major Data feels. 🥺🥺🥺 Is there any chance I can request some Data fluff? 👉👈 Like maybe some emotional or feels-y fluff from that episode because the reader hasn't told him how they feel yet??? I'm sorry, I'm just so soft for the sweet android boyyy 😭😭😭😭😭😭

HELL YES YOU CAN. The happy sounds that just came out of my mouth when I saw this omfg. Data is the sweetest little android boy and I will never say no to writing for him. I just watched that episode not long ago myself, and I'm having feels too. So here ya go!! Some feels-y fluff. Because Data. Cross-posted to my AO3 here.

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Measure Of A Friend

Data (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: This was really fun to write! Data deserves a lot more love, so I hope I did alright! Also, it goes without saying that if you haven’t seen “The Measure of a Man” and don’t want to be spoiled, you shouldn’t read any farther.]

Warnings: None, bc this is just sweet, emotional, fluffy fluff. Unless it needs to be said that there is a spoiler warning for part of “The Measure of a Man”. In which case, you’ve been warned.

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“Data’s what?” I asked feeling horror wash over me.

“He’s being forced to resign. If he doesn’t resign, then Maddox will be able to disassemble him without his consent,” Geordi said as he paced back and forth in a quiet corner of engineering. I could feel the frustration radiating off of him, and frankly I was angry as well.

“How could Starfleet allow that? Data’s a person!”

“Apparently he’s legally property.” Geordi practically spat the last word. “This just isn’t right! Data has earned some of Starfleet’s highest honors and awards and suddenly they decide that it’s morally fine to jeopardize his life for some obsession-driven scientist’s experiment? If he was human they wouldn’t be doing this. Hell, if he was Andorian, Vulcan, or...or anything else, this wouldn’t even be a question. But no. He’s an entirely unique, sentient android.”

“We can’t let this happen, Geordi. Surely there’s something we can do,” I said going over to him and putting my hand on his shoulder.

“I’m going to talk to the Captain and see if he knows anything more that we can work with,” he said, but just before he left, Geordi paused. “I uh...I know you didn’t want me to say anything to Data about your feelings for him. I haven’t broken that, I promise, but given the circumstances, I think it’s time to tell him. You...might not get another chance.”

My stomach felt like it turned into lead. Geordi was right. I’d been waiting for the right time to tell Data how I felt - if ever - but I might not have that luxury now. I nodded my head in acknowledgment, and Geordi hurried to find the Captain.

“Computer, where is Lieutenant Commander Data?” I asked walking toward a turbolift.

“Lieutenant Commander Data is in his quarters,” the computer responded and I called for the turbolift to take me to Deck Two.

After taking a deep breath, I pressed the door chime to Data’s quarters, hoping I wouldn’t make an ass of myself with this. When he called out for me to enter, I hesitated a moment before doing so. Data paused in the middle of putting something into a little blue container and gave me his usual inquisitive look.

“Is there something you need, Ensign?” Even though I wanted so desperately to say that all I ever needed was him, I found myself stammering out a different reply altogether.

“I...I guess I didn’t believe it when Geordi told me, but...y-you’re really leaving, aren’t you?” I asked quietly, internally grimacing at the trepidation in my voice. Data had so many more important things to deal with right now. Why was I wasting his time?

“I am. Circumstances necessitate my immediate resignation and departure,” he stated taking a few steps toward me. “Are you feeling alright? Your breathing is slightly irregular, and you seem preoccupied.”

“No. No, Data, I’m not alright,” I answered in nearly a whisper. Anyone else wouldn’t have heard me, but I knew Data would. I couldn’t hold his gaze anymore. Looking away, I wrapped my arms almost subconsciously around my middle.

“Ensign-”

“I don’t want to lose you, Data,” I blurted before I could stop myself. Tears blurred my vision and I swallowed around a lump in my throat. As I looked down at the floor, Data’s perfectly shined uniform shoes stepped in front of me. He said my name quietly, coaxing me to look up, and when I did he put his arms out to offer me a hug. I stepped into them without hesitation, and even though his movements were a bit stiff, I knew he was doing his best to be comforting. He always did his best. I put my arms around his waist as he held me, and I couldn’t help the tears that dampened the shoulder of his uniform.

“My neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory inputs,” Data stated. “I have no desire to leave, but it is necessary. I shall miss you, Ensign. You have become a close friend.”

“Data...I would never forgive myself if I didn’t tell you while I had the chance, so...please forgive me if what I’m about to say is out of line,” I muttered still hiding my face against his shoulder. If he did reject me after I told him how I felt, I didn’t want to see the look on his face when he did it.

“You are always free to tell me anything you wish. Is that not what friends are for?” He asked innocently. I nodded my head quietly against him and took a deep steadying breath.

“Data, we’ve become good friends in the time we’ve served together. Of all the crew, I trust you the most...I feel the most comfortable around you...I feel safe around you,” I started quietly. “What I’m trying to say is...Data, I’ve developed...feelings for you.”

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162 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

R.I.P. to the fic ideas I think up as I’m trying to fall asleep for the night. You may never get written, but you soothe me to sleep every time.

231 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

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