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geekyimagines · 1 year

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Star Trek TNG

CHARACTER(S):

Q x GN!Reader, Geordi La Forge x GN!Reader, Data x GN!Reader, Deanna Troi x GN!Reader, Worf x GN!Reader, Will Riker x GN!Reader, Jean Luc Picard x GN!Reader, Reginald Barclay x GN!Reader

GENRE:

Humour, romance (sort of)

WARNINGS:

None

SUMMARY:

Oneshot sequel to 'Think'. Q returned you and the other nineteen crew members to the ship, but people are acting... strangely. (Inspired by a funny mistake in my previous Q fic)

Irresistable

It had been three days since you had been kidnapped by Q and forced to play his game. Three days since he promised to drop by every so often to make your life 'more interesting'. For a short period of time you lived in fear of when that moment would be and, more importantly, what he would do. Then, sometime around the second day, your priority shifted from Q.

You didn't know whether you were paranoid, whether your fear of Q was translating to other meaningless things, or if something was actually going on, but...

Everyone was staring at you.

At first you assumed it was because your experience with Q had made you and the nineteen other crew members the hottest gossip on the Enterprise. But then it got weird.

Conversations would stop as soon as you entered a room, people would go out of their way to talk to you or do you a favour, and if you didn't get at least six compliments upon entering a room then the room was empty. Not only that, but you had been asked on more dates than ever before in your entire life. Dinner, lunch, breakfast, afternoon tea - people were desperate to squeeze in some quality time with you.

But most of all, they stared.

You were in one of the jefferies tubes replacing a burnt out conduit. Commander La Forge had insisted on helping you... by standing just outside of the tube... and chatting. It wasn't really like him to stand around and talk while there was work to be done, but you weren't about to question a superior officer.

"...and then I came in and fixed the neutrino field in two seconds. Guess what the problem was!"

You smiled as though you were amused by Geordi's story as you worked. In all honesty, you were a bit worn thin by people trying to be relatable to you over the past few days. Still, even before the Q incident, Geordi had been nice to you. You weren't about to brush off his polite attempts at socialising now, even if it was a little exhausting.

"What was it?" you asked, humouring him.

"No converters! They thought they could not only start up a neutrino field, but stabilise the entire thing without any converters!"

While Geordi laughed, you gave a forced chuckle. You got the feeling that even he knew he was scraping the bottom of the barrel for conversation material. It was lucky for him that the burnt out conduit was behind several wires and tubes and partially melted to the framework of the ship, otherwise you would have come up with some excuse to leave over an hour ago.

Geordi sucked in a breath and you knew he had just thought of a new topic to discuss.

"That actually reminds me of the time -"

Commander Data's calm voice hit the air. "Geordi, may I have a word with you?"

"Not now, Data!" Geordi whispered harshly.

"Is now not a good time?"

"Lieutenant (Y/N) and I were just talking -"

"Actually, I'm done!" you announced, crawling back out of the tube. When you stood upright, you came face to face with Commander Data. He was an android - a tall, very pale and slightly yellowish android with golden eyes, who was well known for his inability to experience any emotions.

So why his entire face twisted into shock upon seeing you was something you didn't feel qualified enough to answer. His bright golden eyes were locked onto you like you were some sort of mythological being come to life. Whatever the expression was, you were pretty sure it meant that something was seriously wrong.

Geordi noticed, too. He put a hand on Data's shoulder.

"Data, what's the matter?"

"I..." The android appeared at a loss for words. "I am not certain. This is the eighth time in three days that I have been overwhelmed by this... urge."

"Urge?"

Data turned his head to Geordi and his tone became almost conversational. "It is what I came to speak to you about. I believe I am experiencing some kind of malfunction."

"Alright, let's go check out your neural net, see if there's anything going on we should know about." Geordi gave Data a light pat on the back and together the two commanding officers walked away.

You stood alone for the first time since waking up that morning. No one had noticed that you were on your own so no one was rushing up to impress you or ask you to dinner or... stare.

As much as you hoped Data was okay, you were glad for the distraction. For this brief moment, you could finally relax.

"Hello again."

You cried out and jumped away from the jefferies tube, where Q was laying flat on his stomach with his head propped up on his hands. He seemed to be in a good mood, with a cheery smile and mischief dancing in his eyes. He suddenly reminded you of a grinning Cheshire Cat.

"You!"

Q gave a light chuckle. "How observant of you," he remarked snidley. "And how are you today, (Y/N)? I must say, you have been quite popular since you came back." He raised his eyebrows. "A new shampoo you're using?"

"You're behind this, aren't you?"

Q pretended to be shocked, putting a hand to his chest and gawking up at you. "Me? Now, why would I do such a thing?" His face dropped into a wicked grin. "I'll see you later - if you can squeeze me into your busy schedule, of course."

In a flash of white light he was gone. You huffed and stormed out of engineering.

If Q was going to mess with you, then you were at least going to try and figure out exactly what he did. Everyone seemed to be experiencing some sort of strong emotion towards you - possibly attraction, but possibly something else. Either way, when it came to emotions, you knew there was only one person you needed to speak with.

You stood outside Counsellor Troi's quarters. It was within her usual therapy hours and you were fairly certain that she wasn't on the bridge. You pressed the buzzer and the door slid open almost immediately. Counsellor Troi stood before you in her red one-piece uniform with her long, dark, wavy hair tied up into a high ponytail. The second her black half-betazoid eyes locked onto you, a huge smile curled onto her lips.

"(Y/N)," she greeted warmly. She stepped aside and held her arm out toward her lounge. "Come in. Is there something on your mind?"

"One thing, actually," you said, walking in and taking a seat. She took a seat in the chair opposite you, crossing one leg over the other and linking her hands over her knee.

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"People have been acting strange around me. Ever since I came back from Q's..."

Counsellor Troi wasn't listening. You could see her eyes had dropped to roaming over your body. You cleared your throat loudly and she startled straight in her chair. She gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. Please, go on."

"Well, as I was saying, ever since I came back from Q's game, people have been all over me. People are staring at me, they're going out of their way to talk to me, and I'm getting flooded in requests for dates -"

"Maybe you're just popular?" Troi laughed.

"But it's more than that. Q visited me today. He didn't openly admit to anything, but I'm certain he's behind it."

"Q visited you today?"

"Yeah. I think me winning his game means I've just won a lifetime's supply of Q antics to deal with."

"Have you told Captain Picard about this?"

"No, not yet, but I -"

"I think," said Counsellor Troi, standing up from her chair and walking around behind you. "After this session, you should go and inform the captain about what's going on. In the meantime..."

Her hands slid down over your shoulders and massaged the muscles around your neck. She leaned down and breathed in your ear.

"Relax..."

"Uh!" You quickly shimmied out of her grasp and sprang back up to your feet. You backed away from her towards the door with a nervous chuckle. "I-I actually have to go. Important things to do. No time for massages."

"(Y/N)?"

"Thanks for the therapy! Bye!"

You raced out of Counsellor Troi's quarters and headed straight for the turbolift. Clearly, Troi was a little too distracted to help on her own.

Omnipotent being or not, Q was going to get an earful if he showed his face again.

You took the turbolift to the bridge. The second you stepped out, Lieutenant Worf, the klingon chief of security, looked to you. At first it was just him casually glancing over from his station, but when your eyes met he went rigid, like someone had come up from behind and electrocuted him. His expression was tight and his eyes were wide. You could barely believe the idea, but it seemed almost as though you had scared him.

"Just here to see the captain," you explained. Worf gave a stiff nod.

The klingon's eyes were trained on you the entire time you walked over to the door to the captain's ready room. Other personnel on the bridge who had noticed your presence watched you with stunned fascination. The word 'creepy' didn't cover just how uncomfortable you were.

The ready room door slid open and out walked Commander Riker, almost knocking you over with how fast he was walking. He grasped your arms to steady you. Then his eyes met yours and a large flirtatious grin spread across his face.

"Well, well, well..." he said, dark eyes sparkling as they took you in. "Lieutenant (Y/N), isn't it?" He dropped his hands from your arms. "What brings you to the bridge?"

"I'm, uh... actually here to see the captain."

"Oh? Lucky him," Riker smiled. "I don't suppose I'll see you down in Ten Forward tonight? We haven't gotten to know each other very well since you transferred here and I think it's about time we did."

"Uh... Maybe some other time, sir. I'm a little preoccupied right now."

"I see. Well, feel free to come talk to me after my shift whenever you're available. I really would like to get to know you better."

With that Commander Riker walked off. Sighing quietly to yourself, you buzzed the ready room door and you heard the captain order for you to come in. You pressed for the door to open and stepped inside the smaller room, delighted and relieved to be shielded from the stares of the bridge personnel.

"Captain, I -"

Captain Picard was sitting behind his desk, staring at you, stunned, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He cleared his throat and adjusted his position in his seat before giving you a nod.

"Please, continue. What is it you need, Lieutenant?"

"Captain, it's Q -"

"Q?!" the captain repeated, alarmed. A weary look overcame him. "What has he done now?"

"Everyone is acting strangely, sir. Everyone is staring at me, going out of their way to spend time with me, and it's not just some sort of spike in popularity. It's like everyone has suddenly become obsessed."

"And you think this is Q's doing?"

"He visited me earlier. It was pretty obvious that he had something to do with it."

Picard leaned forward onto his desk. "Any idea what he wants or why he might be doing this to you? In my experience, Q usually has some sort of moral lesson to teach or an ulterior motive."

"He told me three days ago that he planned on making my life more interesting."

"Why?"

You sighed. "As a reward for winning his game."

Picard's brow furrowed in thought. "So, you're saying that as a reward for solving his game he's rewarded you by making the entire crew overwhelmingly attracted to you?"

You blinked dumbly at the captain. Captain Picard's eyes widened slightly, realising what he had just admitted, and cleared his throat again. You had never seen the captain look so sheepish.

"I think perhaps it's best if you wait in your quarters until Q arrives again so you can question him further. I've had reports of personnel fighting over the others that had been taken by Q during his game. Whatever is going on between you and Q, I don't think that you're the only one that's been affected."

"I see. Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, Lieutenant." The captain gave a tight-lipped smile. He seemed just as uncomfortable as you in this whole mess. "Dimissed."

You left the captain's ready room back out onto the bridge. Instantly, every eye was on you. Commander Riker was the only one to smile at you from his seat, while everyone else seemed to be in awe of your very existence.

The second you stepped into the turbolift and the doors slid shut, you let out a deep breath. Unfortunately, the moment you arrived on your level and the doors reopened you came face to face with Mr Barclay. The poor man took one look at you and was stumbling over himself trying to say 'hello'. He was a shy man to begin with and this newfound effect you had on people was taking its toll.

You greeted him politely as you passed him. The man was bright red. You would have thought it sweet if you hadn't known already that this was all Q's doing.

Upon reaching your quarters, you looked forward to the time alone as you waited for Q to show up, to be free of the constant staring and talking and flirting. Your moment of relief was quickly ruined when soft music hit the air and you realised that Q was once again lying across your bed, only this time he was dressed in a red silk robe and surrounded by red roses. He held one of the roses in his hand, waving it just under his nose, and threw you a wink.

"Welcome to later."

"Very funny," you scolded. You walked closer to the bed, scowling down at the omnipotent entity. "Why are you doing this?"

"Can't a Q have a little fun now and then?" Q huffed and rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you mortals have no sense of humour."

"I heard you were forced to be a human once."

"What about it?"

"Well, would you have liked it if everyone was throwing themselves onto you wherever you went?"

Q hummed in thought. "Good point, I suppose. I must say, your nerves about me being here seemed to have disappeared. The (Y/N) I met in the shuttle three days ago would never have talked to me like this. The (Y/N) I met three days ago would have been terrified that I would do something horrific like throw them into a black hole or lock them away forever in a box and sell it to a ferengi merchant."

"Well, back then I thought every interaction with you would mean constantly dealing with the lives of both myself and the crew!" You gave a humourless laugh, "Not making everyone on the ship attracted to me for your entertainment! Really, what could you possibly gain from this?!"

Q raised an eyebrow up at you, still lying on your bed in his silk robe. "So you're not scared of me anymore?"

"You're bored, not evil." You shrugged, "I mean, sometimes you might be trying to teach..."

And suddenly you understood.

"You wanted to show me..." you said, looking down at Q in a new light, "That it wouldn't always be life and death."

Q stood up from the bed and smiled down at you. "You humans are so easily frightened by the unknown, yet always rushing towards it out of some blundering curiosity you can barely control." He shook his head at you, "I'm not here to be some undiscovered specimen or the monster under your bed."

You smirked. "You're here for your own amusement."

Q held a rose out to you, which you took and glanced over. There was nothing special about it; just an ordinary red rose.

"Leave the worrying to Jean Luc," said Q, watching as you studied the flower. You perked up at the sound of his voice, your eyes meeting as he looked down at you earnestly. "Not everything that's unknown is a bad thing. Not everything unexpected needs to be analysed for a flaw or a trick. Sometimes, good things happen, too."

A flash of white light and Q and all the flowers on the bed were gone. Only the rose in your hand had been left behind. In the following silence, you looked down at the rose, and you smiled.

#q #star trek q #q x reader #star trek q x reader #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #geordi la forge #data #deanna troi #worf #will riker #jean luc picard #reginald barclay

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warpfive · 1 year

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HOW THEY APOLOGIZE

arguments and ways the tng crew apologize for it

CW: gn!reader

CREW: jean-luc picard, will riker, beverly crusher, data, geordi la forge, deanna troi, worf

JEAN-LUC - stubborn as a bull and somehow always right, having an argument with jean-luc is like navigating the ocean in a canoe. he knows he’s not the best at expressing his feelings, more likely to shrug off personal matters and hope they resolve themselves than be seen as too vulnerable. and that’s really what pushes you away the most, and how he knows to apologize. for jean-luc, an apology is only good if you really mean it, and so he takes a day or so to think over the argument, its causes, and how he felt afterwards. and only when he’s considered all angles does he approach you. he’s so honest and genuine and remorseful in his words, it’s almost hard to stay mad at him. but jean-luc manages to say all the right things, along with the most important ones - that he loves you, cares about you, and never again wants to push you away. and he’s a man of his word, jean-luc does make an effort to be more open in order to prevent more fighting. of course, he can still be set in his ways, and you may need to remind him of his promise now and again. but rest assured that your feelings will never be ignored and always valued.

WILL - this man tends to say what’s on his mind, as well as let his temper boil to the surface more than he’d like, so this usually culminates in will saying something hurtful that he really doesn’t mean. it’s never anything that goes too far - he just isn’t the kind of person to hit low. but it’s the way he says things that usually hurt more than the words themselves, and he knows this. he’s usually able to stuff it down when it involves his work, but someone he’s intimate with? someone he’s vulnerable around and knows him better than most? well, let’s say that will instantly knows when he’s messed up and he goes the extra ten miles to make it up to you. a benefit to you knowing him so well is that he knows you, too. your favorite food, holodeck program, music, weather, even the shirt you love seeing him in. he does these grand gestures not to butter you up (though, that is a factor), but so he can prove how much he cares about you. he’ll apologize profusely, telling you he crossed a line and it wouldn’t happen again. and if his promise isn’t enough, then…well, he does look really good in that shirt and the food is exactly how you like it. you might as well keep will around for a while.

BEVERLY - she wouldn’t want to keep an argument unresolved for too long. it’s the doctor in her - beverly can’t just let something go without healing the thing that damaged it at the core. she’s usually good about being objective and keeping a lid on her emotions, but they do spill over sometimes. when they do, beverly has definitely got a mouth and an attitude on her and you’ll have trouble keeping up when she’s so easily able to fling hurtful words. and she always feels guilty once she’s cooled off - beverly might be worried about approaching you afterward. she’ll ask your friends how you’re doing, if you’re still angry, if she even has a chance at making things right. and when she finally approaches you, she tries to keep it light. smiling softly, telling small jokes, showing you a lot of affection before just coming out and apologizing. beverly does nothing with half-measures - she knows what she said and did was wrong. she’s lost a lot in her life, and she couldn’t bear to lose you, too. so her apology is genuine, kinda sad, and when you hug her afterwards, beverly simply melts into your arms - now knowing how close she was to losing you.

DATA - of course, he hadn’t meant to hurt your feelings. data still very often struggles with the complexity of emotions and is constantly surprised at how easy it is to say, or even imply, the wrong thing. of course, he isn’t very equipped to handle you after a long, hard, emotional day - all it takes is a few poorly-chosen words and you’re crying, huffing at him, leaving his quarters with barely a word and leaving data to ponder over what he said. he goes to geordi the next day, only to learn that yes, he did say the exact opposite thing he should’ve said. there’s no taking it back, data knows that - so he tries his best to rectify the situation. he’s learned all the things that make you happy, whether its a hot bath, a delicious treat, or a type of music. data really pulls out all the stops because he knows, generally, that a bunch of favorable things often cancels out negative emotions. though, your reaction to everything doesn’t clear anything up for data - you’re laughing, smiling at him instead of everything he prepared for you. data tries to apologize and tell you he had no intention of hurting you. but after learning that it was simply a very bad day, he has a new tactic whenever you’re feeling bad again - instead of talking, just replicate something sweet and let you take the lead.

GEORDI - for as much as data seems to rely on geordi for emotional advice, he does tend to be a little oblivious when he hurts your feelings. it’s never a conscious dismissal, though. when it comes to personal issues, i think geordi tends to get caught up in things that aren’t very important and fails to look at the big picture. this side of him works wonders for an engineer thinking outside the box, but not so much in a relationship. of course, once the problem finally hits him like a brick, he would feel super bad about not noticing sooner. and you’ll learn that geordi is really good at making up for his mistakes - he owns up to them, never ignoring them, always trying to fix what he broke. sometimes, he isn’t too great with his words - he might stumble and his apology would come out wrong. but geordi is deeply empathetic and he’d do just about anything to make it up to you. from then on, his hugs are just a little tighter, his words a little sweeter, his kisses a little longer. geordi learns from his mistakes, and while he can still be a little oblivious from time to time, all it takes is a soft mumble of his name and he’ll come around.

DEANNA - it’s not often when deanna is in a position of needing to apologize. obviously, her empathic abilities, wisdom, and patience keep her from crossing any sort of line or doing something that hurts you. but when it happens, i can’t imagine deanna would give any half-ass apology or shrug off the incident. at first, she might back off and give you space - let things cool down because she knows how volatile an argument can get and she doesn’t want either of you saying anything you’d regret. deanna is a very understanding and empathetic woman, it isn’t hard for her to put herself in your shoes and feel bad for how she handled the situation. after the cooldown period, she talks with you - really talks and discusses your feelings and it kinda makes her feel even worse about the argument but she does learn a lot. and i think after that, she’ll be very inclined to offer physical comfort. a nice, long hug, kissing your cheeks in this loving and playful way. reestablishing that connection and helping soothe any lasting wounds. also, it just makes her feel a lot better being able to just hold you and give lots of love.

WORF - i don’t have to tell you that getting into an argument with a Klingon is an uphill battle straight from the start. granted, worf isn’t usually as aggressive, but he’s still got that hot temper his species are known for and once an argument starts, it won’t stop until he’s shouting and you’re leaving the room. Klingon fights are usually resolved by throwing things or fighting, but that’s not exactly how humans typically deal with their negative emotions. it’s definitely a challenge for worf to push his temper aside long enough to be told how much he messed up - he needs his flaws to be put into perspective by someone he trusts and that’s usually when he feels bad and starts thinking of ways to apologize. to worf’s credit, he’s better with his words than he thinks. what he believes to be a silly and foolish-sounding apology really comes across as genuine and regretful - which it is, of course. worf’s got a bigger heart than he lets on and the thought of having hurt you during a stupid argument doesn’t sit well with him. he actively tries to atone through simple acts, like bringing you tea or making you laugh.

#star trek x reader #star trek headcanons #jean luc picard x reader #will riker x reader #data x reader #beverly crusher x reader #deanna troi x reader #worf x reader #geordi la forge x reader

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aerospas · 9 days

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; their pet for you - tng characters

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ; ᵇᵉᵛᵉʳˡʸ, ᵈᵃᵗᵃ, ᵈᵉᵃⁿⁿᵃ, ᵍᵉᵒʳᵈᶦ, ʳᶦᵏᵉʳ, ᵗᵃˢʰᵃ, ᵖᶦᶜᵃʳᵈ

( DEAR ) my dear ; with a glance, they convey a warmth that melts away the world's worries, leaving only a sense of belonging in their presence. their gentle touch soothes the heart, each caress a reminder of the love shared between kindred spirits.

data, picard

( HONEY ) honey ; a sweet moniker that encapsulates their essence of warmth and tenderness. their gentle gestures speak volumes, echoing the language of love in every embrace and tender word exchanged. their gaze holds a depth of understanding, as if they see straight into the core of your being, recognizing you not just as a friend, but as an indispensable part of their life.

beverly, deanna, riker

( ANGEL ) angel ; in their eyes, you are not just a partner, but a cherished soulmate, a beacon of light guiding them through life's journey. it's more than just a title; it's a recognition of the light you bring into their life, illuminating their path with warmth and tenderness.

geordi, tasha

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: ideally, i would have included worf, but i didn't feel like any of them fit him, sorry!

#headcannons #x reader headcannon #x reader headcannons #star trek #star trek the next generation #star trek tng #star trek x reader #star trek the next generation x reader #star trek tng x reader #beverly crusher x reader #data x reader #deanna troi x reader #geordie la forge x reader #riker x reader #tasha yar x reader #jean luc picard x reader

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slutforsfender · 9 months

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Heya I was wondering if you could maybe do an imagine of Sam getting his honoury degree like he takes you as his plus one to get it or something maybe your sat with his mum in the audience and he keeps looking for you I dunno lol I just think it would be cute obviously no pressure x

Honoury Degree (Request)

Sam Fender x Reader

Today was a special day. A day that filled your heart with such pride and warmth. Today was the day your boyfriend, Sam, got his honors degree in music. He was now going to be Dr. Fender which gave you a mixture of feelings.

You couldn't wait to see him walk up and get his degree. You had tissues on standby in your bag, knowing full well you were going to cry. You were currently standing with the future degree holder and his mum while she fussed over him.

"Mam stop please, I look fine" He begged his mum as she fixed his outfit one more time.

"I can't believe my little baby is going to have a degree. I'm so proud" She says, tearing up once again as I pass her another tissue.

"I know I can't grasp it" You join as he rolls his eyes.

"Not you as well," He says as he pulls you towards him making a smile reach your face.

"I'll go to the seats, give you two a minute. I love you" She says, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You knew he was nervous as his hands kept twitching and his feet couldn't be still for more than a minute. This man could play Wembley but was terrified to stand in front of a few people for a degree.

"Darling stop worrying, you'll be fine. You will get your degree then come to us two and we will leave. Alright?" I speak, reassuring him.

"Promise?" He asked, sticking out his pinky.

"Promise" You confirm as your pinky around his.

"I love you, Dr. Fender," You say before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"I love you too tease," He says with a small smirk.

You let out a small laugh before making your way back to Shirley. You sit down and share out the tissues, ready for the inevitable crying.

Sam was looking over at you both constantly while he waited as just the sight of you was enough to get rid of all nerves in his body.

You grip each other's hands as they get to the music portion of the ceremony.

"Sam Fender. An honorary degree in Music" The person speaks before Sam walks up to the stage.

Tears were spilling from both pairs of eyes as he picked up the degree. Cheers left your mouths as the Geordie came out of you both. You both looked at each other with sweet smiles, both filled with pride before deciding to go find the new degree holder.

You ran up to him as soon as you saw him before he picked you up and spun you around. You pressed a long kiss to his lips to show your pride and love for him right now.

"I'm so proud of you" You whispered in his ear as he put you down.

He was soon engulfed by his mum with hugs, kisses, and tears as you admired the two.

"Right I believe I was promised a lovely meal with my two girls," He said as he joined your hand with his and pulled his mum into him for a side hug.

And that was it. Your boyfriend was now an honoury degree holder. Dr Fender.

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I love this request. it's short but I hope you enjoy x

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adarkroomandawallflower · 2 years

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The Continuance of Species

Pairing: Data Soong x (gender neutral) Reader [Platonic]

Rating: PG-13/Teen

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: Mild swearing, implied fornication (nothing explicit or graphic mentioned), very brief mentions of pregnancy, pure platonic fluff, and lots of silliness!

Summary: While preparing for an upcoming science meeting with your friend and superior officer Lieutenant Commander Data, Data makes an unexpected visit to your quarters to share some surprising news involving your beloved pets.

The soft humming of the ship, which was usually a comfort to you, had suddenly become the most distracting sound in the galaxy. Your mind struggled to focus on the task at hand as the murmuring reverberated loudly against your eardrums. You knew this sudden sound sensitivity meant that you were beginning to lose focus, and that your productivity on the current project was about to become nonexistent.

An irritated yawn escaped your lips. “Damn it,” you breathed, shoving the PADD onto your coffee table. It wasn’t a harsh shove, but the echo of the device hitting the table was a cacophony to your currently overstimulated ears.

A soft “mrow?” resounded from the floor, and a few seconds later, your cat Patch took the place of the PADD that was previously in your lap. He sat expectantly, looking up at you with slightly dilated pupils and a sweet expression that made your heart melt. You couldn’t help but smile faintly at the feline, immediately scratching between his ears.

“Well hello, pretty boy,” you cooed. His eyes closed slowly as deep, but hushed purrs began to vibrate inside his throat. Your smile widened, and your earlier frustration melted away slightly.

As Patch purred generously against your thighs, your eyes wandered back to the abandoned PADD on your table. You had a meeting scheduled with your superior officer, Lieutenant Commander Data, in two days, and you were nowhere near ready for it. As the recently appointed Assistant Chief Science Officer, you were Data’s right-hand in the science sector, so the two of you worked together extensively. Additionally, you also had the opportunity to take command of the science team when the Lieutenant Commander’s various other ship duties took priority.

This had been the case for the past few weeks, as Data’s hands were tied up with Operations and night watch Bridge duties. Typically, you and Data met weekly to discuss the status of the science team’s work; however, since he had been unavailable for several weeks, you were unable to meet. Thus, your upcoming meeting was going to be extensive.

From experimental failures to unexplainable readings, a lot had happened in Data’s command absence, and you knew he wanted to know every detail, no matter how minute. Although you kept substantial, thorough records (a quality Data valued highly, and was one of the reasons he recommended you for this assistant command position), you were having difficulty organizing them all into a coherent presentation for him. In addition, Captain Picard had assigned the science team the considerable task of surveying a newly discovered M-class planet, in order to construct an evolutionary timeline of its development. This project was to start in a couple of weeks, and to be conducted in tandem with a Starfleet science research team scheduled to rendezvous with the Enterprise sometime in the upcoming week. Data had also requested that you prepare the team and laboratory for this impending research project in his absence, so he will likely inquire about updates on those provisions, as well.

You let out another sigh. You returned your focus to your pet, moving your hand to scratch under his chin. He eagerly lifted his head up slightly, extending his chin towards you to allow you more scratching access. His purrs increased in volume and intensity as you continued to scratch his chin.

“You wouldn’t happen to be available to help me present the various methods of evolutionary topographical study of planets to the rest of the team, would you?”

Patch’s eyes remained closed, and his purrs continued loudly as he ignored your query.

“Mhmm, didn’t think so.”

The tell-tale chime that signaled someone was at your door resounded suddenly throughout your quarters. Surprised, you stopped scratching your cat’s chin, much to his chagrin. He vocalized his displeasure to you, but you ignored him momentarily.

“Come in?” you responded hesitantly, unsure of who could be at your quarters and for what purpose.

As the doors whooshed open, your astonishment increased when you saw the familiar figure of your superior officer come into view. You panicked briefly, thinking he had decided to conduct your meeting earlier than originally planned. Eyes wide, you thoughtlessly stood up, Patch practically falling from your lap and glaring up at you once he hit the floor.

“Commander!” you addressed your superior, assuming as professional a stance as possible while in pajamas.

“At ease, Lieutenant,” he dismissed. “I am not here with duty-related motives.”

“Oh?” you responded, astounded yet again, but very relieved.

“Yes,” he reiterated, crouching down slightly to pet Patch, who was now happily weaving himself through Data’s legs in pleasant greeting. “Hello, Patch,” he addressed your eager feline, who excitedly nudged his head into his outstretched hand in response, "It is nice to see you, as well," he allowed Patch to rub against his palm for a moment before he gingerly ran his hand along his back.

Patch absolutely loved Data, as well as his cat, Spot. Since becoming friends, the four of you had frequent playdates in Data’s quarters. In fact, your cats were the ones to spark the blooming friendship between the two of you. You and Data had always been friendly and cordial with each other, as you both had vast respect for one another, but neither of you really spent time together outside of work. Upon discovering that you, too, had a cat; however, Data had begun to strike casual conversations with you and invite you to activities outside of work, mostly revolving around his extracurriculars.

Although you had been on the Enterprise for some time now, you didn’t have many friends, nor did you socialize or engage in many of the ship’s recreational activities. On occasion, you did partake in a casual trip to Ten Forward with some of your colleagues, but those outings were not of substantial significance to you. The only regular ventures you participated in were the weekly calls to your family and best friend, and spending leisure time with Patch.

Due to your lifelong streak of avoidant behavior, you were quite shocked when Data began consulting with you casually and inviting you to his poetry readings and musical performances. At first, you were confused, unsure of his intentions in this seemingly random desire to become more than just colleagues, but it became clear that his purpose in obtaining your friendship was not malicious or pitiful. He simply realized that the two of you shared a lot of qualities that made you platonically compatible, and he was keen to make a human friend who was so similar to himself: a rarity for him. Now, you were delighted that he saw you not just as a work associate, but as a friend, and the two of you continue to grow closer.

Your smile returned as you watched him meticulously pet Patch, who continued to vocalize his immense pleasure at the affection.

Data noticed you observing the two of them, but didn’t mention it. Instead, he was internally debating how to bring up the purpose for his visit, unsure how to begin this somewhat delicate conversation.

Thankfully, you did it for him, “What brings you here, Comma—Data?” you corrected, remembering him mentioning this visit was not work-related and thus, you deduced, was of a casual nature.

“I have come to discuss a matter related to Patch.”

“My cat?”

“Correct,” he stopped petting said cat, and stood up to regain his perfect posture.

You quickly tidied up a nearby chair and fluffed the pillow that was on it before sitting back down on your couch. He watched you curiously for a moment, internally debating whether or not to share his curiosity with you. After a few seconds, he decided against doing so, and elected to ask you about it at a later time, instead.

“Please, have a seat,” you encouraged, gesturing to the now vacant chair. He did as instructed, and almost immediately, Patch jumped into his lap, adamant in continuing the previous greetings. “What would you like to discuss about Patch?”

His eyes darted towards said feline, and he began to stroke the insatiable pet again. Once Patch was satisfied for the time being, he returned his stoic gaze onto you, “As you are aware, Spot gave birth to a healthy litter of kittens 18 days, 17 hours, and 23 seconds ago,” you nodded, a faint smile forming on your face, “Furthermore, if you recall, I intended to determine the father of her kittens,” Data’s hand moved to scratch the aperture of Patch’s back, where his tail and spine met, eliciting a new set of heavy purrs from your cat. “To do so, I collected DNA samples from the twelve male felines currently aboard the Enterprise, including Patch,” he looked down at the aforementioned cat, still caressing him generously, “After performing several trials of extensive genetic testing, I have deduced the father of Spot’s kittens,” he ceased his petting, but kept his hand on Patch’s back. “There is a 99.7132% chance that Patch is their biological father.”

Your jaw dropped, almost cartoonishly, in disbelief. Your cat fathered Spot’s kittens!?

It technically was possible; Spot and Patch had several supervised playdates, mostly in Data’s quarters, but neither of you had ever seen them engaging in…naughty activities…

“Are you—” you cut yourself off, knowing the answer to your verbally incomplete inquiry, “How…” you started again, but were unable to find the words to form a coherent question, “How??”

Patch, now annoyed from the lack of affection, began meowing innocently at Data, “I suspect conception occurred during one of the instances Spot escaped from my quarters,” Data paused. “Although I have never witnessed our children engaging in promiscuous behavior with one another, nor have I witnessed or found either of them in our quarters unattended, it is the only satisfactory explanation,” he glanced down at Patch to offer him a somewhat disapproving look before his bright irises met yours once again. “My calculations suggest Spot was impregnated on Stardate 46791.2, a day which Geordi had found her roaming outside my quarters. Therefore, I theorize that she must have somehow initiated contact with Patch on that day, which resulted in the conception of her current litter.”

You were dumbfounded. No one had ever found Patch outside of your quarters. Spot had been known to escape Data’s quarters on occasion when he was away, but as far as you knew, Patch had never gotten out of yours. On the suspected conception date, you and Data had both been extra busy in the lab, performing a geological data analysis that ended up going well into the night. Spot and Patch had been left unattended, but in their respective quarters. You had no idea how the two of them could have met up and…conceived children!

“I’m so sorry…” you admonished sheepishly, staring at Patch in complete bewilderment.

“No apology is necessary,” he assured, “Spot and Patch simply engaged in an organismal urge to propagate, in order to continue the existence of their species.”

You ran a hand through your already disheveled hair and exhaled deeply, “Well, considering the circumstances, I think it’s necessary that we discuss custody and care arrangements.”

Data tilted his head curiously, “Custody?” before you could clarify, his positronic brain had already scoured through the innumerable information banks stored within him for the definition. “Ah, the protective care or guardianship of someone or something.”

“Exactly,” you confirmed, “Since Patch fathered Spot’s kittens, I think it’s only fair that I also share in the responsibility of caring for them.”

Data considered this for a moment before nodding in agreement. Your cat released another irritated meow at Data, and he glanced at him briefly with what appeared to be a slightly annoyed expression. “In that case, I believe the most appropriate course of action would be to divide the ‘custody’ equally.”

You nodded, “I agree; that would be the most appropriate division of custody.”

“The kittens are presently much too young to be separated from Spot, as they still require her lactation for sustenance. Thus, it would be premature to begin the custody divisions at this moment. However, in 3 months, 1 week, and 5 days, the kittens will have developed enough to survive without much of Spot’s assistance. At that time, our custody arrangement can begin.”

“Agreed.”

“Unfortunately, due to the flexible and incongruent nature of our work schedules, it is unlikely that we will be able to devise a consistent ‘kitten-sitting’ schedule. On the other hand, I am aware that my night shift duties have become more frequent, and thus, I anticipate that most of my availability will be fairly nonexistent for the foreseeable future, particularly in the evenings.”

He looked at you expectantly, almost apologetically, and you knew he was insinuating that you would have to take the brunt of the kitten care in the initial stages of your arrangement. The thought briefly increased your current stress levels, but you owed it to Data and Spot to do your part. Furthermore, you loved cats; taking care of the kittens would ultimately be more of a labor of love for you than anything else. “I think I can make that work.”

“Very well. I have devised a detailed itinerary with the individual duties that will need to be performed for the kittens when they are being cared for and supervised. I will finalize that document and send the information to you in the coming days.”

“Great, that sounds good to me,” you glanced down at Patch, who was still greedily demanding Data’s attention. “I know you said an apology isn’t necessary, but I really do have to apologize again. I can’t believe he did that…if you need any help with Spot and the kittens before our custody arrangement begins, please let me know. I’d be more than happy to help.”

“Although it is true that this would not have occurred without the involvement of Patch, it would be unfair to place the entire blame on him. After all, Spot was also a willing and equal participant in the conception. Therefore, she is equivalently responsible for this…unforeseen circumstance,” the apparently promiscuous Patch was now curled up in Data’s lap, having accepted that Data was no longer going to indulge his requests for affection, and elected to drift off to sleep, instead.

“However,” Data continued, “your offered assistance with Spot and our kittens is appreciated. I will inform you if we will require any aid prior to the beginning of our custody arrangement.”

You smiled, “Thank you.”

Data nodded once, faintly returning your smile. “In addition, if you are available, I would like for you to meet the kittens, after the conclusion of our upcoming meeting.”

Your smile widened slightly, “Yes, I’d love to meet them.”

“Good.”

A somewhat comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you processed all this information. Unbeknownst to you, while your brain was slowly unpacking and cramming these new realizations into your over-occupied mind, Data was studying you intently. He hadn’t seen you in a little over three weeks, but he calculated that in that timespan, the dark circles under your eyes had increased in intensity by 9.3%, indicating that you had not been sleeping well. He also noted that your resting heart rate and blood pressure had risen considerably since the last time you met, and he counted three small, grey hairs protruding wildly from your scalp: all tell-tale physiological signs of increased stress levels.

As your commanding officer, he had a duty to be mindful of your health and report any serious concerns to Dr. Crusher or Counselor Troi. However, he also considered you a good friend, and as a friend, he held an even greater obligation to be mindful of your health, “May I ask a question of a personal nature?”

You hesitated, eyeing him almost suspiciously, “Sure, Data.”

“Why have you been having difficulty obtaining an adequate amount of sleep?”

Your brain took a moment to extrapolate what he was asking you, but once the query was fully processed, you let out a small sigh, “I don’t really know,” you lied, “but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

He raised an eyebrow quizzically and narrowed his golden eyes at you, clearly not fully believing your statement. There was no way you were going to admit to your superior, who recommended you for this promotion, how intense and stressful it had been so far without his consistent presence and assistance. You wanted him to know that you could handle the workload and that he could count on you, but if he felt you were being dishonest with him, that could also negatively affect your reputation with him.

“I was considering heading over to Sick Bay to speak with Dr. Crusher about it, though, if it didn’t improve next week,” you added honestly, hoping it would smooth things over.

He studied you for a moment before dropping his accusatory expression, apparently satisfied (for now) with your response. “That sounds like a reasonable course of action.”

You nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” you blurted out suddenly.

He cocked his head to the side slightly, his eyebrows scrunching downwards softly as his classic confused expression encompassed his pale face. “What are you expressing gratitude for?”

“For looking out for me,” you smiled faintly, “for…caring about me.”

The perplexity disappeared from his face as quickly as it had appeared. “Ahh, I see. Although your gratitude is appreciated, it is not required. As your superior officer, and your friend, it is expected that I, in human parlance, ‘keep a close eye on’ you and your health. I was simply performing my anticipated duties.”

Your smile widened slightly at his natural mention of your friendship. “Perhaps, but I still appreciate you, and our friendship.”

He returned a faint smile, “I appreciate our friendship, as well, and I appreciate your occupation as my Assistant Chief Science Officer. Your work has been admirable thus far,” you flushed faintly at his unanticipated compliment, a reaction he had become delightfully accustomed to. “To continue your commendable work, you will require the proper amount of sleep necessary for a human adult. Therefore, I will leave your quarters now, so that you can rest adequately for our upcoming meeting.”

You groaned internally at the reminder.

He very cautiously picked up Patch from his lap and placed him delicately onto the chair he previously occupied. Satisfied that he had not awoken him, he nodded approvingly to himself, performing the Picard maneuver while straightening his posture to face you, “I look forward to our meeting, Lieutenant.”

You stood up, assuming a dignified pose. “As do I, Commander."

You both made your way to the entrance of your quarters. As soon as the doors opened, Data stepped through them, but paused for a moment.

He turned back around to face you, “Pleasant dreams, Lieutenant.”

You smiled, briefly recalling his dreaming program he told you he had discovered during an electrical accident in Engineering. “You, too, Commander.”

He returned your smile faintly, and politely nodded once before turning and heading down the hall.

As the doors closed, you turned back around to face your living room. Placing your hands on your hips sassily, you stared at the previously rolled up ball of fur, whose head was now lifted up slightly and eyes stared at you hazily. “You better not get used to lounging around anymore. You’ve got children to take care of now, young man!”

He extended his front paws and revealed his claws, stretching carelessly before he returned to his previous spherical orientation.

You shook your head with an exasperated sigh.

BONUS:

Stardate 46791.2.

Ensign Smith strode down the hallway, on his way to Engineering per Lieutenant Commander LaForge’s request. He was excited that the Chief Engineer had asked for his assistance, eager to show him how good of an engineer he was. Good enough, he thought, to be a candidate for a promoted position that had recently become available.

Along his trip to Engineering, the Ensign noticed an orange tabby cat pawing at one of the quarters and stopped.

“Aww, did you get out of your quarters?” he asked the cat, who looked up at him pleadingly, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you back in,” he peered at the doors, looking for the quarters' number, “Computer, requesting emergency access to quarters S3282,” a few seconds passed before the doors flew open, and the cat eagerly ran inside.

As the doors closed, his eyes briefly registered the name of the inhabitant. Although he didn’t know you personally, he did recognize your name, and knew you were a superior officer (as well as likely to be friends with Commander LaForge). He would have to remember to mention rescuing your cat to you, if you ever meet, in the off-chance you would put in a good word for him to his superior.

Pleased with himself, Ensign Smith continued on his way to Engineering.

Now inside your quarters, Spot meowed intently, searching for her best feline friend. Patch immediately came trotting out of your shared bedroom at the sound of her familiar voice. When they locked eyes, Spot meowed again, and Patch eagerly made his way over to her.

They sniffed their noses in greeting, and Patch vocalized his hello. Spot lovingly butted her head against his face for a moment before excitedly brushing herself against his side. Patch’s tail flicked in amusement, and his pupils dilated. Spot repeated the motion, purring lowly.

Upon the completion of his latest Dixon Hill adventure, Captain Picard exited the holodeck with a satisfied half-smile. He was glad to have some quality leisure time to himself, although he knew it would be short-lived.

As he made his way down the hall, he briefly glanced over to his left and realized he was passing by your quarters. With the geographical data analysis from a previously completed science excursion by the Enterprise’s science team underway, he anticipated yours and Data’s reports on the matter to be arriving on his desk soon. He decided to stop by and briefly discuss your progress with you, as well as schedule a meeting time to go over the final details with you, Data, and your team.

He pinged your quarter's LCARS pin pad, requesting access. The doors opened unexpectedly, and a sudden rush of orange…something flew between his legs and ran down the hall.

“What the devil?!” he swore, briefly staring down the hall at the now disappeared figure before turning his attention back to your quarters.

He peered inside, looking for you, but only saw your cat, sat on the floor in the living room, cleaning himself, “Lieutenant?” he called again. Patch stopped cleaning himself and looked up at the Captain curiously.

Feeling that he had overstayed his welcome, especially since you were evidently not home, the Captain nodded awkwardly to your cat before exiting.

The doors whooshed shut, and he continued on his way, deciding a formal meeting to discuss your reports would be best. The strange occurrence he witnessed would be long forgotten by the time of the official meeting, and he would neglect to mention the bizarre encounter to you.

A/N: My first Data fic! This was an idea that has been stewing in my brain for several months, but now finally came to fruition. I would have loved to have seen Data’s search for Spot’s kittens’ father(s) as a subplot to an episode, but alas...

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Star Trek Masterlist: Part 3

Yes, I know, I know. But I promise, this is the last one!!

The following fanfictions are not mine. This is simply a list of oneshots (sometimes fanfics) that I have enjoyed.

Credit goes to the creators, thank you so much for writing this!!!!

Containing Characters from:

The Next Generation

Deep Space Nine

Characters:

Geordi LaForge

Deanna Troi

Julian Bashir

Jadzia Dax

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Geordi LaForge:

Someone Gets It ( by @galactic-magick )

Love Wins ( by @starfleetimagines )

Uncle ( by @space-helen )

a cup of tea for the handsome man ( by @soft-for-them )

For What It’s Worth ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

Being stuck in a shuttlecraft with Geordi would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )

Persistent Dreams (@jusvibbbin )

True Friend ( by @space-helen )

Helping Geordi after the events of The Mind’s Eye would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )

Deanna Troi tries to tell Geordi LaForge that you like him ( by @poetictrekkie )

Surprising Geordi with a date would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )

Detonate ( by @space-helen )

Deanna Troi :

Chocolate Sundaes ( by @cryptidophelia )

Having a girls night out with Deanna Troi would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )

Vulnerable drunk ( by @randomnessunicorn-imagine )

Soulmate ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

Butterflies ( by @cryptidophelia )

Worries ( by @randomnessunicorn-imagine )

Feeling Down ( by @starfleetimagines )

Don’t Save Her ( by @nonopiimagines ) | Part 1 | | Part 2 |

Dating Deanna Troi ( by @cryptidophelia )

Chocolate is her true love ( by @randomnessunicorn-imagine )

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Julian Bashir :

Studies ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

I’ve never been in love before ( by @reedalert )

Not My Type ( by @startrekkingaroundasgard )

Obliviously Obvious ( by @cardassiansstolebutton )

Breakable ( by @welcome-to-writers-haven )

Coffee and Constellations ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

Being in a relationship with Julian Bashir ( by @make-me-imagine )

Unspoken ( by @reedalert )

“Save the raktajino!” ( by @starfleetimagines )

Patching up a wound ( by @randomnessunicorn-imagine )

No More Lies ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

Watching a Horror Movie with Julian Bashir ( by @poetictrekkie )

Just Breathe ( by @cardassiansstolebutton )

Sudden scare ( by @reedalert )

I'm Dyiiiiiing ( by @espieviolet99 )

It’s My Job ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

Julian crushing on you would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )

Bond, Babe ( by @cardassiansstolebutton )

A Problem Shared ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

Jadzia Dax:

Touchy-feely ( by @cryptidophelia )

Unnoticed ( by @cardassian-enthusiast )

You’re being way to hard on yourself ( by @lovesmobius )

"oh boy, you REALLY can’t sing, but… that was kinda cute anyway" ( by @randomnessunicorn-imagine )

Birthday ( by @cryptidophelia )

#star trek masterlist #star trek the next generation #star trek tng #geordi la forge x reader #deanna troi x reader #julian bashir x reader #star trek deep space nine #star trek ds9 #ds9 #jadzia dax x reader

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Fall into your Gravity

A/n: HERE IS THE DATA X READER FIC, FINALLY SOMETHING NOT TOLKIEN RELATED AS A FIC.

The Reader, has spent plenty of time, butting heads with Q and Lore, who are somehow and someway there friends, they transfers to the enterprise and they find Data a pleasant break from his brother, but Q is more annoying than ever, Data starts to develop feelings slowly without his emotion chip and he doesn't know why or how.

Pairing: Data x Genderfluid! Reader

Taglist: @darkhvitserk | @goodfictionrighthere | @brujaporfavor| @humansarespaceorcscollective (hope you don't mind being tagged, you gave me clear answers that you wanted to see this fic) | @tiefliing

Ft: Romulan Reader, Implied Male/female Reader (in some parts)

You had been stuck at the bottom of the Cerritos, Starfleet had dumped you at the bottom, they assumed you could do no damaged, and they kept you at a low rank, you could make plenty of mischief but even the smallest thing would most likely boot you out of Starfleet, because you were Romulan and Starfleet couldn't trust your kind.

You joined to help your Grandfather Spock make peace between the Romulan Star Empire and the United Federation of Planets, he wanted to end his career with something much better than his father and something no one could beat.

You had been Born and Raised on Romulus, under your father and his Bogeyman branch of the Tal Shiar, as shifty and shady starfleet found him they had agreed to negotiations with him as the Romulan ambassador.

It made you Half think you were born to bring peace to the two, it annoyed you but they weren't shoving you into confrances, and you half wanted to join starfleet anyway.

You were shocked when you got a promotion and were transferred onto the Enterprise, you hald wondered if it was Q's doing by he swore to you he did nothing, you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

You soon learned it was for the negotiations, half because you were greeted by Captain Picard himself, and you knew a Captain would not personally greet you at the transport PADD, nor your senior officer.

"Lieutenant Y/n, Welcome to the Enterprise" Picard said, you sighed but nodded

"This is Lieutenant Commander Geordi Laforge he will be your senior officer" Riker said with his signature smile.

"Not interested Commander" You said shutting down any flirtatious signs he had going.

"Lieutenant Commander Data will show you to your quarters" Picard said

"If it is alright with you and Commander Laforge, I would much rather start work, I can always do it after my shift" You said

"It's fine by me" Geordi said with a shrug, you ended up going with Geordi to engineering.

"This is Main Engineering, if you need anything just ask" Geordi said, you hmmed to him.

"I see why your a good chief engineer, it's not just because of your skill" You said walking to your station, Geordi dropped by with a PADD.

"I need you to come help me take a look at that Lieutenant" Geordi said you nodded grabbing the Engineering kit, and following Geordi, it was quite a crawl and a climb to Jeffries tube J7 to fix the faulty plasma conductor, you did not mind if the comfortable silence between you and Geordi continued, he did not.

"Do you have something against Data, as soon as you saw him, I saw your face contract, and you purposely avoided going with him" Geordi said

"I think i should spend my time efficiently, and I know my way around a galaxy class starship, you would be surprised at how much Romulans know about starfleet ships, and I do not have anything against him, I have a lot against an android who looks like him and his named Lore" you said

"Lore is Data's brother, how did you know Lore" Geordi questioned.

"Lets just say the pakleds collect things to sell, they thought a romulan starfleet officer would be good business, and that's how i got kidnapped on an away mission and met Lore" you said

"I'm surprised Lore is not the one who kidnapped you" you hmmed in mostly silent agreement with him, you contained much to your enjoyment in silence, until you got to the plasma relay you put your arm threw the ladder as you stood on it, you removed the panel and passed it to Geordi who was standing the small room.

You scanned it, your brows furrowed "The Plasma rely is not getting any power or plasma to it, it as if the plasma has been rerouted around it" You said looking to Geordi, you now had a mystery on your hands.

"Lieutenant Y/n to Lieutenant Barclay" you said tapping your combadge

"B-Barclay h-here" Came the stuttering voice of Reg through the comm.

"No Power or Plasma is getting to the Plasma relay in J7" You said

"I-It is reading t-that there is p-power to it" Barclay said

"Thanks" You said tapping your comm, you sighed and jumped onto the ground.

"What do you think is doing it" Geordi questioned

"Either the command panel is not working, a rely along the line is fused and giving out fake readings, or and i doubt it is, but it's always a possibility, it's Q messing with me" Geordi looked at you.

"You know Q" Geordi questioned, you nodded

"Some how that annoying omnipresent 'god' wanted to be friends with me and didn't stop begging me, until i gave in, and now he's more annoying" You told Geordi, Q appared

"I hear you painting a bad image of me" Q said, he looked from you to Geordi

"Why hello there, Mon ami, it is not me" Q said

"yeah right what is it then" You shot Q made an 'o' with is mouth.

"I think if you were not Romulan, mister Worf would like you, but that relay malfunction is due to the space you just entered, don't believe me watch all your systems fail" Q said disappearing again, you and Geordi went back to Engineering to see Riker, Picard and a non fictional data.

"What happened" Geordi questioned

"We lost environmental controls on the bridge as some electromagnetic creature appeared and turned data off" Riker said

"Environmental controls are reading functional on the bridge and internal sensors are saying there is no intruder" You said you then looked to Geordi

"The Plasma relays" You said

"What about them" you made some hand jesters before you went into technobabble non of them could keep up with and stuttering and stumbling over a few sentences, riker looked to Geordi.

"Any Idea of what she is going on about" Geordi shook his head, he notice you had started to fix data, giving your hands something to do.

"Are you qualified to do that" an engineer asked you shhed him.

"I am more than qualified, i know the positronic matrix like the back of my hand, Lore taught me everything, yeah before you ask why, kidnapped by pakleds had to fix Lore for them, it was a pain, half of his relays were frozen by the vacuumed of space, someone blew him out an airlock" you said, Data soon shot up, he turned to you with a look of confusion as you kept on mumbling over reasons and ways to fix it, each time finding the flaw in the plan.

It continued, with everyone looking in confusion as you muttered on until you clicked your fingers

"Electromagnetic you said, i can rig data's vision to detect it, or Geordi's Visor" You said

"Are you even capable of changing my programming" Data questioned

"Data, she fixed you in half an hour, what happened to you would of taken me days, i think she's capable" Geordi said

"Are you willing for this to happen, i will have to bypass some subroutines" you said Data nodded

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days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you had surprisingly become friends with both Geordi and Data for some reason Deanna liked to come to you, you thought of her as a coworker and she thought of you as a friend, somehow you got close with Worf, he dubbed you 'sparring partner'.

Geordi had also passed to you the duties of helping data, you were more qualified, then he was, so here you were in main engineering at 1:30am running off of zero sleep and looking at data's subroutines as he has started feeling emotions without his chip, and he wanted to know why.

You let out a yawn and dragged your hand over your face, Data looked to you "You are tired, you did not have to agree if you are tired" Data said you smiled at the PADD before looking up at Data

"You are my friend Data, if I was a doctor and you were Geordi, I would of done it for him" You said as you walked over to him, you hmmed in confusion when you found something, data looked to you without turning his head.

"Either I am really tired and seeing things which are not there or you had a safeguarding subroutine, In front of" You paused and whistled.

"Looks like the emotion chip, is a back up program, you have emotion programming the only thing is it was safe guarded until a certain criteria was met" You said leaning on the work desk behind you looking at Data, the android gave the normal and what you found adorable head tilt of confusion.

"Odd" Data said looking up at you, you were yawning

"well your fine, your functioning within normal parameters, do you need me for anything else, I need some sleep, Worf expects me to spar with him at 06:00 hours" You asked the Android in front of you.

"No, It can wait" Data said, you set the panel back in place, he stood up.

"Shall, I walk you back to your quarters" Data asked as polite as ever

"I'd rather that than bump into everyone" You said data made an ah face

"You are tired so you are resorting to jokes and sarcasm" Data said, you let out a breathful laugh and let him walk you back, you did not see Data again until your spar with the Klingon, he came in with the captain who was carrying a fencing sword.

Worf stood up straight "do you wish to use the arena" Worf Questioned.

"I'm Early Lieutenants carry on" Picard said you both nodded the two looked back at the loud sound of someone falling into the ground, you had thrown worf completely over you and out of the arena.

"For a Romulan Snake you are a honourable and worthy opponent" Worf said getting up, you tilted your head with a scoff

"You are aware I am only half romulan, i'm quarter vulcan and quarter human right, you don't just have to say I'm Romulan Lieutenant" You said the Klingon looked at you

"Right overstepped your boundaries with me" you said backing off, the buzzer called the last round when you kicked worf in the side of the leg giving him a dead leg.

"Shake it out and you'll be fine" You said standing straight up, you still had time for one more round, you were clearly beating worf at the Klingon way, he picked up two short rods which were like the long daggers you had in your quarters he threw them to you, you caught them.

"Teach me, this Romulan competition" Worf said, you smiled

"It's a bit like fencing" you said, which perked the captain's interest he turned, and paired attention what you were saying to Worf, you explained it and the rules

"It is also the Qowat Milat main way of training there recruits, so to make it fair to you" You stopped mid sentence and threw away one stick and put your hand behind your back.

"I will use one stick on my less dominant hand, this is how masters normal train there apprentices in this way of training" You explained Worf growled at the fact you were going easy on him, the buzzer called the rounds start, you where quick to block both of Worf's attacks

"This training method uses a lot of influence from earths history of martial arts, mixed with some Romulan ways" you said as you blocked worf again

"To Win you need to hit the player on any part of there chest, or to disarm them, but even with them disarmed it can contained unless the match is called" You said blocking worf's attack yet again, you soon made a move to attack you tripped the klingon up, when he was falling you disarmed him.

"It's a romulan game, of course there is what you call cheating" You said as you wacked Worf on his chest with the stick he caught it as you walked down you grabbed the town and used it to wipe the sweat from your brow.

"Teaching Data how to fence" You questioned

"Guinan had to cancel, Data offered to take her place" You hmmed and nodded

"Well Geordi is expecting me in half an hour" You said walking out.

You Ignored the way Data's behaviour towards you changed, you thought it was just because he started feeling emotions, it was when the android became distant towards you, you noticed.

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"I'm sure Lieutenant Y/n, likes you Data, the moment you ask them to do something they do" Deanna said eyeing up the chocolate ice cream she had gotten

"That is out of respect and rank" Data said, Deanna looked to the android.

"They have stopped work for the captain for you, they got up at 1:00 to help you, you probably have a good chance" Deanna said she spotted you walk in

"And they doesn't have many choices being half Romulan" Deanna said as you walked over

"May I join you both" Deanna nodded

"I see no reason why you cannot" Data said, Deanna let out a laugh

"First time you have approached me to sit with me, this is new" Deanna said

"Your either Depressed or really happy, that's why your eating that" you shot back at the betazoid, she shook her head and smiled

"Data was just talking about you" Deanna said the Android furrowed his brows and looked to Deanna.

"He was" You questioned, Deanna smiled knowing she was right.

"I'll leave you both alone, you did come over here because of data" Deanna said taking her ice cream, you turned to Data

"Commander, why have you been avoiding me and talking to me through Geordi" You questioned Data, he looked from Deanna's now empty seat to you.

"I have been confused by the Emotions I hold Towards you, so i have been avoiding you to figure them out" data answered to honestly

"That's why you were talking with Deanna, hey maybe I can help with it" You suggested Data nodded

"Well I feel the same happiness around you as Geordi but Tenfold, as Commander Riker says, I have butterflies in my stomach when you are around, and I wish to make you happy, i enjoy it when i make you laugh, I miss you when you are not around" Data went on to explain his multiple feelings towards you, you sighed when he finished.

"Data, there is a simple explanation to your emotions, but then again, i'm not good to come to about emotions, Your In love with me Data, you have a crush on me" You told the android, Data tilted his head.

"Normally people become embarrassed by that, but, I love you as well Data" You said

"As our feelings are mutual, shall we start a relationship" Data said

"Ofcourse, but you are my superior officer" You said you slipped your hands around Data's neck and placed a kiss on his lips

"I am not directly your superior officer, Geordi is" Data said, a small smile found it's way onto your face.

Not much changed when you started your relationship you wanted to keep it private and your personal and work lives separate, you stole little kisses when you were alone together but you still acted like friends, to the crew, behind closed doors you had become lovers, not even Geordi knew and he was both of your and Data's best friend, what was bad was wesley crusher suspected you two of something at first he thought Data was Lore, he soon ruled that out.

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Wesley walked into med bay and into his mothers office, he sat down opposite from her.

"Is something wrong Wes" Beverly asked her son.

"Somethings up with Data and Y/n, I know it, but I don't know what" Wesley said

"I suggest you don't poke your head in on their personal lives, if they want to share it they can do it in their own time" Beverly said you poked your head around the corner of the door

"I felt as if you were talking about me, so I dropped in" You said

"You are uncanny with that accuracy" Beverly said standing up and walking to you.

"But since you are here can you take a look at the medical replicator, it's acting as a replicator for food, not medicine and medical supplies" Beverly asked

"Sure, I have time before I have to meet Data, I'm sure he won't mind if i'm late, although he sounded like he wanted me to arrive on time" You shrugged Beverly turned to Wesley who mouthed 'see' to her.

Beverly followed you to the Replicator "So you and Data seemed to have gotten closer" Beverly said as you started to check the replicator

"Yeah, I guess so, we worked out what was making us avoid each other and made a compromise" You said taking the panel off of the Replicator and sticking your hand up it to get to the controls, you hmmed.

"Y/n to Barcley" You said

"B-Barcley here" Came reg's voice

"Can you come to sick by with an engineering kit for me" You said

"O-on my way Lieutenant" Reg said

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Wesley thought of giving up, whatever this secret was you both were good at hiding it, he gained nothing on either of you, that was until he saw you and Data holding hands, neither of you were in Uniform, it looked like you were going to the Holodeck, Wesley got closer to you both enough to hear you, but for you not to notice.

"Data, I thought we said no date nights until we reveal this" You said holding up your hand which had Data's intertwined with.

"We did agree on that, but I think it is time we told people, it has been 6 months, we have kept this hidden, plus Deanna has been wanting to tell Commander riker for months, why don't we just tell everyone" Data said

"as normal your logic is almost flawless, you are a senior officer, you are a higher rank than me data, you help Geordi run engineering technically making you my superior officer directly, there are rules against this" You said back

"I have double checked the rules, they are meant for the captain, Deanna and Commander Riker are ranks apart" Data said

"But they are in different divisions, Taeth h'levreinnye. Jol" you replied

"As much as I would love to, there are cons to this as well" You told Data

"I am aware, and i think the risk is well worth it, we may just get a 'slap on the wrist' as you say, also what does what you just call me mean, I am not programed with the Romulan language" you smiled

"I called you my love data, and a slap of the wrist for me, may get me thrown out of starfleet, your an android, starfleet command would think i reprogrammed you to be my friend and then be my lover, they would think i wrote in an emotion subroutine" You told Data

"Captain Picard will understand, he was the one who transfered you onto the Enterprise, he thought your last ship was wasting your talent, he put his faith in you, because you are not scared to go out side of starfleet manuals to get stuff done and you do get stuff done, and you know how to stand up for whats right and your not afraid to voice your opinion" Data said

"How do you know that, are you lying to me" You asked

"I do not lie it is against my programming to do s-" You put your finger on Data's lips he gave you a confused look you have never cut him off before

"You want to be human right, then stop with the programming and the I am functioning within normal parameters, but you are more human then you think you are data, your more human than some humans i know, you think humans are flesh, blood and bone, than worf and Q would be as human as Captain Picard, Being human isn't about what you are made out of, it's about what matters to you, it's about your personality Data" You said

"Captain Picard came to me for advice about Transferring you, I listed off the cons and the possibility of you being a Romulan spy, He then listed the pros and the possibility's that you were not a romulan spy and you genuinely wanted to be in starfleet and he decided the pros you held out weighed the cons, you have proven me wrong, more times than I care to recite back to you because you may yell at me, I think no i know Captain Picard made the right decision" Data said

"I love you Data" You said pressing a kiss to his lips

Translations:

(french) Mon ami : My friend

(romulan) Taeth h'levreinnye. Jol: My Love

A/n: I found a Romulan Translator online so I don't know how accurate it is

#star trek the next generation #star trek #star trek tng #star trek tng x reader #data x reader #geordi la forge #Q #Data #Captain Picard #Lieutenant Reginald Barclay #reg barclay #commander riker #wesley crusher #dr crusher #deanna troi #lieutenant worf #worf #klingons #romulans

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starfleetimagines · 2 years

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Geordi La Forge - Love Wins

Pairing: Geordi x male reader who identifies as gay Word count: 650 Rating: General Notes: I could not think of a good title, I'm sorry lol. Also, this was requested by someone on Wattpad.

Tag list: @williambutchers, @groovyfluxie, @space-helen, @anicamarei, @mrs-l-mccoy, @geordisoong [Please fill out my new google form for tag lists]

You laughed quietly, leaning back on your hands on the artificial grass of the holosuite.

Geordi laughed beside you, his head tilted back. “Those were the days,” he mused. You two had been sharing stories of your time at the academy, and it had resulted in some rather wild stories being told on both ends.

You snorted quietly. “Yeah, they certainly were.”

“Do you ever miss it?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you.

“The academy?” you asked, and he nodded. “Some days. It was… it was where I really discovered who I am, you know?”

You knew he didn’t. You were referring to you discovering your sexuality and coming out to the world as a gay man (not that it was as big a thing in the future). Geordi was straight. As straight as a pole, as far as you could tell. He always checked out feminine people, always went on dates with women. When he’d found out you were gay, he supported you and didn’t make a big deal about it. It was just normal. It was just a part of you, and as your best friend he loves everything about you. Your love for him was equally as strong and unwavering, but it had also somehow morphed into a love stronger than what you should have for a friend.

You were helplessly in love with him, but he was straight.

Geordi didn’t answer at first. He sat there with a faint smile on his face. “I envy you sometimes.”

“What?” you asked, laughing. “Why?”

“You’re so sure of who you are,” he explained and he shrugged meekly. “You know who you are, and you’re proud of who you are.”

You frowned and shifted to face him better. “You don’t know who you are?”

“I thought I did,” Geordi replied. “But…” He shrugged, voice trailing off.

You raised your eyebrows slowly and nodded to encourage him on.

A shy smile played on his lips. “I don’t know. I know everything is… subjective and always changing, but I always… I never thought…” He cleared his throat and looked at you. “I think… I think I might be in love. With a man.”

And just like that, everything you thought you knew about Geordi went out the window. He… had feelings for a man? You stared at him for only a moment. You shoved down your own feelings—mixed and confusing—and said, “Sexuality is always changing, Geordi. It isn’t written in stone. Nothing fits perfectly into a box. Sometimes, labels are restrictive. Sometimes they’re empowering. But you don’t have to use a label or stick to a label for your whole life. It’s okay if your feelings change. Those who love you won’t love you any less, you know.”

Geordi licked his lips and shrugged slightly. “Thank you. It’s just… confusing.”

“I know,” you said. You placed your hand atop his and gave him a soft smile. “I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” he said again.

“So who’s the lucky man?” you teased, heart beating hard in your chest. So hard, you were sure he could hear it.

Geordi smiled, small but genuine. “Guess.”

“Data?” you asked, forcing out a smile.

Geordi chuckled. “No, not Data. I work with them, and they’re one of my best friends.”

Your brows furrowed as you thought of who it could be.

When he placed his hand onto your wrist, your stomach somersaulted.

“I—me?” you asked, voice but a whisper.

Geordi’s smile widened. He leaned in closer. “Yes, you.”

A tidal wave of emotions crashed over you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to come up with something, anything, to say. “Can… I kiss you?” you finally managed to ask.

Geordi didn’t answer with words, but he cupped your cheek in his hand and leaned closer.

You closed the gap, pressing your lips against those of the man you loved.

#geordi la forge x reader #geordi la forge fanfiction #geordi la forge #star trek x reader #star trek imagine #star trek fanfiction #star trek tng #star trek the next generation

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biteforblood · 8 months

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[ UNEMPOWERED ] last updated 09. 24. 23.

✶ workaholic : aaron / smartass.

➝ gn!reader, fluff, reverse comfort, 0.7k

✶ headcanons #2 : aaron / smartass.

➝ gn!reader, fluff, cursing, 0.4k

✶ headcanons #1 : anton / listener.

➝ gn!reader, fluff, cursing, brief mention of blood / bugs, 0.4k

✶ headcanons #2 : geordi.

➝ gn!reader, fluff, cursing, 0.4k

✶ headcanons #1 : guy / honey.

➝ gn!reader, fluff, cursing, brief mention of blood / bugs, 0.4k

✶ headcanons #3 : guy.

➝ gn!reader, “fluff”, cursing, brief mention of a knife, 0.4k

✶ nothing at the moment.

#[ ✶ . masterlist ]#[ ✶ . time with an unempowered ]#posts with * are 18+#redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x asmr #redacted aaron #redacted anton #redacted geordi #redacted guy #redacted ivan #redacted marcus #redacted smartass #redacted cutie #redacted honey #redacted baby #redacted asset #redacted love

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inactive-hellish-hyperfixation · 2 years

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fandoms/characters

i have a lot of interests and ill mostly write for characters/people i hyperfixate on so this list will be a little all over the place and kinda specific at times. i hope you can still find what you're looking for, though.

marvel:

stephen strange

tony stark

peter parker (tom holland, andrew garfield)

natasha romanoff

thor

steve rogers

how to train your dragon:

hiccup

supernatural:

sam winchester

dean winchester

the old guard:

andromache the scythian (andy)

fantastic beasts:

newt scamander

redacted asmr :

lasko

geordi

sam

quick note for redacted, im willing to write both for the character x listener (freelancer in lasko's case), or a reader-insert

lab rats:

chase davenport

the witcher (netflix series):

jaskier

geralt

naruto :

kakashi hatake

miraculous ladybug:

luka couffaine

#stephen strange x male reader #hiccup haddock x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #sam winchester x male reader #newt scamander x male reader #andromache the scythian x reader #lasko x reader #chase davenport x male reader #jaskier x male reader #lasko x freelancer #geordi x cutie #sam x darlin #kakashi hatake x male reader #luka couffaine x male reader #luka couffaine x gender neutral reader #lasko moore x freelancer

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warpfive · 1 year

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HOW THEY KISS YOU

how the tng men kiss you

CW: kissing, suggestive, gn!reader

CAST: jean-luc picard, will riker, data, geordi la forge, worf

JEAN-LUC - like every aspect of his life, jean-luc’s kisses are careful and well-thought out. they are never random or meaningless (though, he never considers any kiss to be devoid of meaning). and being as patient as he is, your lips are never really his first target. jen-luc is constantly thinking strategically - a cheek kiss when he’s leaving early in the morning, a nose kiss when you’re cross with him, a chin kiss while laying in bed and he’s too content to move a single inch higher. and he saves those lip kisses for when you have his complete and utter attention, and he wants his actions to speak louder than his words.

WILL - the tax for getting a kiss from will is having to hear a joke that might hit or miss. 99% of the time, a kiss is preceded with some flirtatious remark or silly joke or even a genuine compliment on how drop dead gorgeous you are in that exact moment. will nearly always leads the kiss - he’s always the one who wants more, goes deeper, stays longer. he prefers to be touching you in some place other than your mouth, like an arm around your waist, your thighs over his hips, or even something as simple as his hand against your cheek. and of course, you can expect a lot of kisses from our number one.

DATA - honestly, you’ll have to teach him how to kiss with more fluidity and passion because data has 100% only been reading guides or watching demonstrations on how to properly kiss a loved one. he’s got the spirit, if that’s any consolation - he knows to run his hands over your arms and legs, and allow you chances to breathe before swooping right back in, and even use just a little tongue (though, he’s definitely not proficient in the more advanced levels of kissing). whether or not he’s very good at it, it’s still very wholesome to see him try and ask how you’re feeling and constantly try to learn new information. and let’s not forget that data is a very quick study - he’ll be surprising you before you even know it.

GEORDI - soft and gentle, like whispers on your skin, geordi really takes his time and makes sure each kiss is good and perfect. he isn’t a fan of rushed, sloppy kisses behind corners - no, geordi likes taking your face in his hands, says something corny to make you smile, and then kisses you while you’re still struggling to stifle your laugh long enough to enjoy it. though, as an engineer, geordi knows that there’s usually several different ways to come to the same conclusion - which, of course, is making you blush. so his kisses sometimes migrate down to the backs of your knuckles, or up to the junction of your neck and shoulder, maybe even behind your ear if he’s feeling extra. but his default is always your lips - they’re what he knows best.

WORF - i don’t have to tell you that Klingon kisses are far from what humans usually give one another. and to worf’s credit, he does try it your way in the beginning. teaching himself to slow down, be tender, don’t use his teeth so much even though his body screams at him to just bite down… he refrains, and it’s usually just in his most primal moments that he gets really rough. some tiny part of him feels bad when you need to show up for your shift the next morning with marks peeking out from under your collar - but that’s just a tiny part, and worf enjoys seeing those marks almost as much as he enjoyed putting them there.

#star trek x reader #star trek headcanons #jean luc picard x reader #will riker x reader #data x reader #geordi la forge x reader #worf x reader

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inuyashaluver · 1 month

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Hi lovely I love ur stuff 🩷 I have a little request/idea - obviously feel free to ignore it

I was thinking R has a really thick accent (English - either Scouse (Liverpool), Geordie (Newcastle) or West Country (Devon/Somerset/Farmer) or Aussie or something really thick like hard to understand from native speakers let alone anyone else) but R plays in Barca and has a crush on a Spanish player (Maybe Patri? maybe Ona? Maybe Alexia?) and is tryna talk to them more and maybe ask them out but they just get looked at funny and they walk off and she goes to Kiera and Lucy and is like what have I done? Do they all hate me? And [Crush] overheads them and goes round to their house after training and is like I really wanna get to know u, I think you’re really pretty etc but I cannot understand a word that comes out of ur mouth to the point where I am questioning whether it’s English

qué? - alexia putellas

alexia putellas x reader

description: in which your accent proves to be difficult to understand

warnings: LONG!! swearing, misunderstandings, spanish in bold italics

a/n: i love this woman, your honour!! i was writing alexia angst but had to put out the fluff haha!! thank you so much for the love and request, lovely!! ily and enjoy ❤️

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you never thought your accent would get you into trouble but you were entirely wrong. and we’re not talking about trouble like criminal, we’re talking romantically.

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you’re from liverpool, your thick, scouse accent distinct in your dialect. at home in england, the accent was understood most of the time, with an occasional person asking for clarification about your words but you didn’t mind.

even some of your england teammates had to ask you to repeat yourself occasionally when you got overly excited or stressed, your accent proving to be the hardest to understand at those moments.

you often needed a translator for even native english speakers if you spoke too quickly, lucy and later grace helping out when people were truly confused.

when lucy and keira moved from manchester city, you moved with them, having played in the club for 2 years and desperately wanting a change. and so, when the contract arrived from barcelona for the three of you, you accepted it without a second thought.

you had supported barcelona in liga F, having a huge appreciation for the way the spanish players moved, the quick passes and the goals that came out of nowhere. you were excited to pick up those skills to adapt to your own play.

and through your extensive research, you grew a special appreciation for alexia. in your eyes, alexia was the definition of perfect, not only her football skills, but her as a whole.

you would watch her interviews and videos for ‘research purposes’, claiming it was to practise your spanish. and it was, until you zoned out hearing the gentle hum of alexia’s voice, getting distracted entirely but you weren’t complaining.

when you got caught making heart eyes at your phone during england camp, the teasing was so relentless it wasn’t even funny.

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“our little (y/n) has a crush on la reina! (the queen)” lucy exclaims in the change room, you immediately turn off your phone and look up at her with an icy glare, only making her smile at you affectionately with a pinch to your cheek that you were quick to swat away.

“you’re not much older than me” you glare, “5 years is 5 years” she shrugs, moving away when you launched an empty bottle at her.

“go on, tell us about your crush” leah smiles, millie and rachel pretend to kiss each other while looking at you and you heat up in the cheeks.

“i’m only watching so i can pick up spanish” you defend, lucy laughs loudly, out of the three transfers, she was definitely the one who picked up the most spanish.

“excuse me, lucia, and everyone in here,” you scoff, “is it such a crime to watch a video of my future captain?” your accent was so heavy at this point, everyone cracked a little smile at you.

“so you were watching videos of alexia then?” leah smirks, you let out a frustrated groan, “leah, shut up man” everyone laughs, the teasing continuing until keira and alessia told everyone to stop.

during the whole of camp, it wasn’t uncommon you got caught looking at photos or videos of alexia, the teasing was so bad you thought you would explode.

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when the time finally came for you to join barcelona, you were incredibly nervous. the fear of underperforming playing on your mind, only becoming worse at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of a certain blonde you couldn’t take your mind off.

lucy and keira assured you everything would be fine, but you weren’t convinced, unsure of how you’d react when you finally saw alexia.

when you all walked to the change rooms, it was shocking how welcoming everyone was. hugs and kisses to the cheeks had you feeling so accepted amongst your new team.

and funnily enough, the last person to greet you was alexia, sending you a charming smile that had your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“(y/n), yes? bienvenida! (welcome)” alexia grins, her arms pulling you into a warm hug, her scent enveloping you and making you borderline dizzy.

“(y/n) is a big fan of you” lucy teases as alexia lets you slip from the hug after you mumble a quick hello. alexia gives a surprised smile, looking between a cheeky looking lucy and a sheepish looking you.

“you’re very good, too, I look forward to playing with you,” alexia’s hand moved to give your bicep a gentle squeeze and you swore your heart stopped, your cheeks were tinged with pink and you could barely formulate a sentence.

“yeah, i’m excited to play with ya” you breathe out, you move to your new cubby and get changed into the barcelona kit, feeling at home already even though it was your first day.

due to you busying yourself with avoiding alexia, you missed the way her gaze lingered on you as you changed, she was intrigued by you.

what you didn’t know was alexia had done her own forms of research. she had heard your name countless times in the media, a rising star in the making.

she respected the way you played, a midfielder who wasn’t afraid to take risks but also managed to avoid fouls frequently.

she wanted to get to know you as much as you wanted to get to know her.

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weeks and months fly by and it was easy to say you felt comfortable amongst the team. your spanish was surprisingly getting better, being able to go through training without a translator most of the time.

the girls reciprocated you well, you’d go to team bonding nights and laugh and joke around with them. it was obvious to everyone except alexia that you were harbouring a crush on the captain.

the ways your eyes would follow her every move with pink cheeks honestly exposed yourself. and what made it harder was that alexia and you were growing closer each day.

—

one day you were chatting with mapi and ingrid, more like you getting teased while you begged them to stop before you were interrupted by a certain someone.

“do you want to be my partner?” alexia questions from behind you suddenly, making you choke on your own spit as she looked at you with a kind smile. “really?” you breathe out, she nods, nodding her head to the pitch for you to follow her.

you’d both been able to converse easily as the months went by, she’d have to ask you to slow down a couple of times when you both talked about something you had in common but it worked.

as you both trained together, you chatted and laughed, talking about random topics.

when you both got to shooting practice, alexia analysed your every move. she would give little nods of approval when you touched the ball, sending you an encouraging smile if you made eye contact, your heart was fluttering around her.

“you should put more weight into your hips when you kick” alexia corrects, you look at her questioningly, she huffs out a little laugh and comes to stand behind you.

her large hands place themselves on your hips and she turns them slightly to the front. her front was pressed against your back and you certainly weren’t breathing. she noticed you tense but chose to ignore it.

“focus here before you kick so it’s stronger” alexia says next to your ear, squeezing your hips gently before letting go of you. “try again, vamos! (let’s go)” she exclaims, you do as she says with her corrections and it was a much better result.

she smiles proudly, “buena niña! (good girl)” she laughs, coming up to you to squeeze your shoulders encouragingly, your cheeks were burning.

the entire team watched the interaction with big grins, ready to tease you for how sheepish you looked.

“gracias (thank you), ale” you scratch the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile, she shakes her head, “it’s nothing, thank me with a goal next game” she jokes, pinching your cheek teasingly before walking off to get some water.

you’re left there in shock, lucy and keira approaching with cheesy grins. “you’re in love” lucy coos, poking your shoulder teasingly while you shielded yourself in a hug from keira.

“i’m so fucking stupid, why can’t i be normal” you groan, keira laughs, her hand rubbing up and down your back. “you’re just shy, which is weird to see because you’re the complete opposite” she laughs, you pull back to throw her a glare.

“it’s cute” lucy chuckles, “i can’t wait to tell everyone about the development” she grins, her and keira share a hearty laugh seeing your face go pale, while you attempted not to scream.

“don’t you fucking dare” you grit out, “i won’t” lucy winks, unfortunately she did and by the time training was over, your phone was blowing up with text messages talking about the interaction.

you looked at lucy with a stone cold glare while she blew you a kiss, alexia watched how angry you were, she could practically feel it radiating off you on the other side of the change room.

“estás bien? (are you okay)” alexia walks up to you, holding a cold drink out to you. you take it after a moment of hesitation, “uh, yeah, sí” you smile, “lucia is annoying you?” alexia grins, looking over at lucy to see her and keira whispering while looking at you. “yes, she’s very annoying” you grumble, your eyebrows furrowing.

alexia smiles fondly at you, her hand moving to your face, her thumb smoothing out the crease between your eyebrows. “wrinkles” she tutts, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you looked up at her.

“are you coming tonight?” she says like she didn’t just make you flatline. she’s talking about a team bonding session at her house. “yeah, i think so” you smile at her, “think or know?” she teases, was she flirting with you?

“know, i’ll be there” you mock, she nods with a pleased expression, “hasta luego, lindura (see you later, cutie)” she winks, moving to grab her bag from her cubby and leave, making sure to look back at you another time with a soft smile before walking out.

you get pulled out of your trance once you hear your phone blowing up again, checking it to see lucy had recorded you watching alexia leave. you throw your head back in frustration but chose to avoid letting the older girl feel your wrath, you were still on a buzz from the thought of alexia flirting with you.

—

when you arrived at alexia’s house, you brought her a bottle of wine with a sheepish grin. when she opened the door for you, she pulled you into the warmest hug, both of you fitting together like a puzzle.

“finalmente! (finally) i was waiting for you!” she grins as she pulls away, taking the wine out of your hands and grabbing one of yours to drag you into the living room where everyone was.

her hand was so warm against yours, soft against your skin and you really didn’t want her to let go. “you look beautiful” alexia smiles before she ushers you to sit down, you barely had the time to tell her how breathtaking she looked, dressed casually but still looking like she could be on the front of a magazine.

you sit next to mapi and she immediately bombards you with questions, “have you kissed yet?” she questions, you slap her knee, “ingrid, your girlfriend is a bully” you huff, ingrid laughs, nodding along with you with an apologetic smile.

everyone was watching a movie while eating, alexia sitting beside you, the two of you would chat back and forth with small giggles and smiles shared between you.

by the time the night was ending, alexia’s arm was resting behind you on the couch, basically over your shoulder while you were in your own little bubble.

when you left that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about all the interactions you had with the catalan, you needed to do something about it. fast.

—

on a match day for barcelona, you decided it was time for you to tell her about your feelings. it was clear you were flirting with each other. confirmed during the game.

in the second half, you managed to get a goal, using the technique alexia had taught you a couple of days prior.

she was the first one to you after, the loud roar of the crowd drowned out when you felt alexia’s strong arms wrapping around your waist.

you both smiled so brightly as she congratulated you, placing you on the ground, giving you an affectionate kiss on the forehead and squeezing your shoulders. this told you everything. it wasn’t just her being friendly, it was alexia making a move.

at the end of the match, the two of you lingered in the middle of the pitch, you were fidgeting so much alexia was worried.

“(y/n)?” she dips her head to make eye contact with you, “estás bien? (are you okay)” you nod, opening your mouth to speak but nothing came out. “take a deep breath” she smiles, a hand on your shoulder offering you comfort but also stressing you out.

“ale” you start, she nods with an encouraging smile, “i really fancy ya, ale, i’ve been wantin’ to tell ya for a while” you blurt out, alexia’s eyebrows furrow, she looks a little confused.

the silence was loud, why hasn’t she said anything back. if this was her rejection, it hurt more than anything she could have verbalised.

“you know what, forget i said anythin’” you run off before she could say anything. “qué? (what)” she was about to ask you to repeat yourself, one - because you were speaking too fast, two - she didn’t know what fancy meant.

you heard her call out for you but you ran into the change room, knowing keira and lucy were in there. “keira!” you yell, “fucking check my pulse!” you shove your arm in her face and she looks at you in shock. only a couple of people were inside, and the ones that were were shocked at how you tumbled into the room.

“jesus, your heart is going so fast” keira says as she presses her fingers to the inside of your wrist. “fuck, why couldn’t you tell me i’m dead and this is a nightmare” you groan, your hands running over your face frustratingly.

“what’s wrong with you?” lucy says as she walks out of the shower to see you in absolute shambles. “everything!” you explain each and every detail and they look at you sympathetically, understanding now why you were so upset.

what you didn’t know was alexia was outside, ear pressed to the door as she heard you explain that you were trying to confess. she feels her stomach tighten, cursing herself for not understanding what you were saying.

“whatever, i’m going home, don’t follow me” you grit, tears pooling at your waterline as you rush out. alexia had moved out of eyeline when she heard you, quickly going into the change room and drilling lucy and keira for your address that they happily gave her with sly grins. happy to know it was all a misunderstanding.

—

that afternoon, you hastily wiped your tears away thinking about alexia. you had misunderstood her intentions clearly, you were disappointed with yourself.

you heard the banging from the front door and groaned, knowing your fellow england teammates were probably on the other side with ice cream and apologetic smiles.

“i told you both not to follow me-” you huff, the door opening to see alexia standing there, a bouquet of bright flowers in hand. “hola (hello)” she smiles, “what are you doing here?” you ask softly, “can i come in?” you nod, moving back a little so she could step inside. she hands you the flowers and you take them with a confused expression.

what type of rejection was this?

“i heard you speaking to lucy and keira before” she starts nervously, both of you walking to the kitchen so you could put the flowers in water, they were beautiful.

“it’s fine if you don’t feel the same” you shrink into yourself, brushing the petals of one of the flowers between your fingers.

“hermosa (beautiful)” she calls out, moving around your counter to stand directly in front of you. “me gustas mucho, y quiero estar contigo (i like you a lot, i want to be with you)” she says earnestly, speaking in her mother tongue and hoping you understood because she was speaking from the heart.

you freeze, each and every word quickly translated in your head. “amor (love), you’re very beautiful and nice but you speak very fast, i did not understand a word you said before” she laughs, you can’t help but laugh too, shaking your head at how fast you fled the situation.

“i’m sorry, ale” you grin, “don’t be” she dismisses, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, relishing in the blush she just produced on your cheeks.

“me gustas mucho (i like you a lot), alexia” you smile, she gives you a dazzling expression, appreciating how you spoke her mother tongue to her so she really understood this time. “muy bien, preciosa! (very good, precious)” she coos affectionately, her hand cradling your cheek as she directed your eyes to hers.

“we will teach each other, sí?” she grins cheekily, you hum along with her words, “sí”.

she pulls you closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips, your stomach lurching at how soft they were against yours.

you both smile into it as she drew you closer, your arms wrapping around her neck while her free hand came to rest on the small of your back to press you against her.

she pulls away, not without pressing a few more kisses to your lips through the giggles and the small chatter between the two of you.

—

when you both came to training the next day hand in hand, sighs of relief were heard from everyone. lucy whipped out her phone as quickly as she could and sent pictures to the england group chat, your phone blowing up more than ever.

now that the team saw you interact, the teasing somehow got worse every time alexia would kiss you, or even hold your hand.

the pining drove everyone insane but the loved up versions of the two of you were insufferable. you were attached at the hip, just how you and alexia wanted.

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𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

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"Mam I'm off to meet Deano for a few pints. See ya later" I shout through the house as I slip on my shoes.

"Alright love, make sure you two stay out of trouble. Love you pet" She shouts back and I respond as I shut the door.

I had asked if Dean wanted a few pints because I needed to open up to someone about Arabella and I knew he would listen and tell me his true opinions on the situation. He was my best friend and lead guitarist after all.

I got to the Low Lights quite quickly as I just thought over the same topic, her. I spotted Dean straight away at our normal table in the corner near the bar.

"Here he is, what's with suspicious just us meeting like? Tryna make a move on us lad?" Dean joked as I sat next to him with the pint he had waiting for me.

"You're proper hilarious yanno Deano" I retorted.

"Seriously though what's going on?" He asked as I gulped a part of my pint down.

"I kissed Arabella" I whispered, staring around the familiar bar not daring to look at him.

"You fuckin what?" He shouted, confusion and shock bubbling in him.

"I know I know, be mad all you like," I said, putting my hands up in defeat.

"Get talking now" He demanded.

I explained everything that had happened since she had come back home. As I went over the details I realised how chaotic this all was, we were still acting like those teenagers just more hurt.

"I thought you had moved on lad, I mean you haven't mentioned her since that night back when we were eighteen" Dean spoke, sinking everything in.

"I pushed it away, yanno pretended it never happened like. Figured I'd never see her again and that I fucked up way too much for anything to ever happen if I did see her" I explained.

"Well you've got one thing right, you did fuck up massively Sam. You know I won't defend you over then. The only question I have is how do you feel now?" He questioned, making me think for a second.

"I know me and her are way too fucked up from the past for it to be easy but I love her. I want her back. I know it's selfish and I hate myself for it because I don't even know anything about how she feels about us. There's just something about her I don't want to let go" I said, sighing before downing my second drink.

"You need to talk to her Sam, the poor girl must be driving herself insane. You broke her into a million pieces, she ran away for fucks sake" Dean spoke and I knew right then and there I had to go talk to her now.

"I'm ganna go now, I won't do it otherwise and fuck up more," I said and didn't even let him speak before I darted out and walked towards her house.

I made my way outside her house and knocked before I had the time to turn around.

"Sam? What are you doing here?" Arabella questioned as she opened the door.

She was wearing jeans and a graphic t-shirt, looking beautiful as ever with her glasses. Fuck she was out of my league but she always has been.

"I need to talk to you, Rose. Are your grandparents here?" I asked before stepping in.

"No, they went out for the night. It's just me but you should go Sam" She spoke going to close the door before I stopped it.

"We need to talk. Please Arabella" I practically begged until she let me in and guided me to the living room.

"Go on then. What's so urgent?" She urged me on as she stood on the other side of the room, keeping as much distance.

"Us. The other night when we kissed"

"Sam it was just a kiss. We were caught up in emotions and went too far. There's no point in bringing up the past" She panicked out but I knew her too well to know that isn't how she felt.

"Bullshit Arabella. There are so many reasons to bring up the past. We can't run around for the rest of our lives being hurt, writing songs about each other but never ever bringing the mysterious past of us" I spoke, anger building at her coldness.

"It's no mystery that you broke my heart, became the Sam Fender and I ran away. The whole fucking town knows Sam, I still get fucking looks and questions" She retorted, now clinging onto her locket as her anger rose.

"So you're telling me the other night, you felt nothing. It was just past emotions" I shouted.

"We're hardly going to have a romance story, Sam, look at our history. It's the first time I've seen you in ten years. We were eighteen Sam"

"Prove it, kiss me without any feelings" I spoke gently.

"I'm not kissing you when you broke my heart twelve years ago Sam" She whispered, not daring to look me in the eyes.

"That's what it's about. I'm scared too but we could work this time Arabella. Give us one chance please" I said, standing closer to her now.

"You're a liar. You aren't scared at all. You are going to play the same trick all over again and I can't take it again" She spoke, looking me in the eyes now.

"I didn't play any trick at all I promise"

"You lied when you broke up with me, you lied when we were together and you are lying now" She shouted, tears in her eyes.

"I screwed up all right I will admit that but I have never once lied to you without having a good reason. We can just talk this out, and fix all of our history" I shouted back.

"You're in my head, even when you aren't supposed to be. It shouldn't be this hard to let go of teenage love" She whispered, tears now escaping her eyes.

I shook my head as tears made their way to my eyes, looking at her. I hated myself. I hated myself for making all this mess and I can't even tell her why. I hated myself for still loving her.

"You need to go now please" She whispered again, her voice breaking so slightly.

"No please, we can talk or shout. Just please don't give up. I'm not giving up" I stood my place as she came closer to get rid of me.

"Leave now Sam" She shouted, shoving me. "Leave please" She shouted again, continuously pushing me until I stopped her by putting my hands on hers.

She looked me in the eyes, her red raw eyes hurt my heart physically knowing it was my fault and I knew I had to leave as she shook her head crying at me.

I walked out the door and watched her shadow sink to the floor through her curtains making the tears of anger leave my eyes finally. I knew this was torturing me as I turned around and made my way home, wanting to disappear.

I ran into my room, not wanting to worry my mum. I straight slammed the door and screamed at myself. I didn't even have time to think before I punched my wall and bruised all my knuckles before smashing a glass at the wall.

God, I hated myself for everything I had done to her.

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this is a long chapter but a needed one. told ya it weren't gonna be simple. dramaaaa. hope you enjoy love ya x

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