#star trek the next generation imagine

[stardate2603]

Reckless (William Riler x Reader)

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a/n: I don't know what this is, I just thought it was cute idk I haven't posted in a while and I'm trying to get back into writing. Will Riker is a cutie and I thought of him or Worf while writing this, and decided on Will. Let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed reading!

Will knew you were used to being on the front lines. Being a Red Shirt you were sent out to explore unknown planets, terrain, without knowing what you were facing. But you always returned, your skills in combat and training with over a hundred dialects had saved several fights from breaking out and upheld Starfleet protocol. So why did you choose this mission to live life dangerously?

Will recalled the way you rested your chin on your hand, observing him with a small smile, which was common in briefings, but your eyes twinkled with mischief and he believed at first that it was your mind traveling back to the night before. And while your mind had wandered to last night when he surprised you by clocking off early, leading to a night you were sure to remember for decades, it was not the reason for the mischief gleaming in your eyes.

His plan was brilliant on a report. But you knew this species better than he did, having encountered them once before while aboard a different ship long before you met William Riker. So you believed you knew the Starfleet approach would not work on the typically hostile species.

You knew Will would be infuriated that you took such a risk, but the surprise of you leading your team to ignore his orders was too fresh and blinded him to the possibility that you were more experienced than he was, not blinded by the same need to protect yourself as he felt about you, nor did you feel bound to Starfleet protocol as he did. This is why Data remarked more than once that your relationship seemed 'odd'. But it always worked. Until now, it seemed.

"She did what?" Will looked at the group of red shirts that you had kept out of your plan, programming the transporter to only send you to the planet.

"She countered the programme, sir."

Will ran his hand down his bearded cheek, ending his five minutes pacing by sitting at the head of the table. "Has she communicated with the ship since she landed?"

"No, sir. It has been over an hour since she arrived on the planet." A second red shirt stated.

Will upheld his professionalism, although he felt like dragging his hands down his face in an attempt to release his frustration and worry. "Why am I only hearing about this now?"

"She told us to wait, sir." A redshirt sent him a guilty glance, mixed with sympathy. She was dating a lieutenant and could imagine the thoughts running through his head right now. "She didn't want you to stop her from making contact."

"Of course, I would, as you should have." He looked at the team of six who lowered their gazes to the table. "Y/N is a fine member of Starfleet, but this plan was reckless and goes against everything she was trained to do. That's why she kept you on this ship." Will exhaled sharply. "To protect you in case her plan went south."

The door opened and Will looked up at the officer he viewed as an intruder, his eyes fixed in a harsh glare that immediately made the officer regret interrupting. "What?"

"It's L/N, sir. She has made contact with the bridge."

Will stood up, and headed to the door before looking at the red shirts. "I understand you feel loyal to her, I do and I am grateful. But in future, you do not indulge in her recklessness, do I make myself clear?"

The team nodded and Riker left the room, following the hallways to the bridge. "Commander Riker, on the bridge."

Riker approached Date who was speaking to you through the comms. "Anything?"

"She has made contact, Commander."

"Coordinates?" Will asked.

Data proceeded to request your coordinates before turning to look at Riker. "She says they want to meet the Captain."

"Prepare the transporter." Picard stood up from his chair and Riker followed, inwardly sighing in relief as he knew he could witness first hand if you had been harmed.

A short while later, Picard, Data, Worf, and Will beamed onto the planet and he felt the growing ache in his chest ease when he saw you standing beside the planet's inhabitants. You sent him a small smile as you stepped forward before greeting the Captain, becoming a point of contact between Picard and the Chief of the tribal community.

You approached the man you proudly called yours, as he sat staring at the fire burning wildly, joining him. "You're mad."

"I'm not mad. I was worried."

"You can be mad."

"I'm not mad!" He sighed, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, trying to remain professional while surrounded by your team, Picard, and the planet's inhabitants that were pleasantly well...pleasant. "What you did was incredibly reckless."

"I knew I could handle it." You shrugged nonchalantly.

"I didn't." Will averted his gaze to the fire. "I didn't know."

"Well, you should have." You smirked, meeting his gaze when he turned his head to look at you. "I'm pretty great."

Will looked away, shaking his head, and felt all his worry fade away as he chuckled. "Yeah, you are." He looked around at the growing group of Starfleet officers on the planet, mingling and learning from the inhabitants who were known for their celebration of love, and knew it wouldn't have been possible without your prior knowledge of the species. "Yeah, you are." He repeated, smiling down at you when you bumped your shoulder with his.

Laughter left your lips when he bumped your shoulder with his and Will smiled over as he admired you for a moment. You sent him a smile, knowing that despite the solitude you had found, he was not comfortable compromising his official position for a kiss that lasted seconds. But your smile and stare said everything you needed and wanted him to know and Will sent you a smile in return knowing that after your shifts, the passion that had been burning brightly for several years, yet to dim, would finally feel succumbed to after hours of upholding your roles on the Enterprise.

#william riker #william riker x reader #william riker imagine #star trek the next generation #star trek the next generation imagine

[mostly-natm]

Human (Android) shield.

#star trek #star trek tng #tng #star trek the next generation #the next generation #data soong #geordi la forge #star trek data #star trek geordi #daforge #something I really love is when people draw Data just inhuman enough to look slightly startling! #I’m not sure it really comes through in this artstyle but that was certainly what I was going for 😂 #I can’t imagine it would feel very pleasant for Data to take the hits but he can definitely take more than Geordi #android perks

[elasgottoomuchfreetime]

Nobody:

Me, probably hallucinating: You know, I think the uniform of the security personnel (like Worf) is orange-yellow/a warmer tone, because other people from the security team also have similarly coloured uniforms. Meanwhile the uniforms of the operation/engineering staff (Data/Geordi) are more green-yellowish/murky (?). Maybe it‘s only like that in this episode or this season or they all have different shades of yellow in their closet & just choose by mood or-

[this is a picture from said episode]

#nobody cares about stuff like this #it‘s me I’m nobody #star trek tng #am I imagining things #I might #star trek the next generation #data soong #lt commander data #lieutenant worf #star trek #star trek uniforms

[spookyshoosh]

illustration of data and the archeologist from chapter 40 of @dataentryspecialist ao3 fic “electric excavations”

please go check it out!

#so yeah this is what i imagine the archeologist to look like #I REALIZED TOO LATE THAT SHE’S NOT APART OF STARFLEET #i had forgotten she was technically a civilian and doesn’t have a uniform #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #data soong #digital painting #star trek #tng #star trek data #star trek tng #the next generation #star trek the next generation #android boyfriend #data #d #idk why tumblr keep compressing my art 🥲

[40cleverways]

Intrusive Thoughts are tricky, especially when they’re not yours.

#cw intrusive thoughts #tw intrusive thoughts #deanna troi #star trek #star trek fanart #fanart #star trek the next generation #traditional art #st tng #star trek tng #tng #my art #i love drawing characters having the absolute worst time of their lives #but really tho #imagine you can sense the feelings and certain thoughts of an entire ship #and you're a therapist #it must suck epically #i know they probably have space scissors but we're ignoring that for the sake of narrative clarity

[steakout-05]

ok so i was in the shower one time and my brain trailed off and i just started imagining what if the Enterprise got a distress signal that has been sent from the 21st century and when they look at it it's just stupid ancient meme shitpostery. like they think they've come across a really weird time-travelling anomaly and they put it on main viewer and they just get colossally rickrolled from 300 years in the past. it hasn't left my head for the past few days so now you must witness my vision

Data: Captain, it appears we are somehow receiving an unusual distress signal originating from the ancient year of 2024.

*Picard and Riker exchange looks*

Riker: 2024..? That's impossible.

Picard: Hm... Unusual indeed. Put it on main viewer.

Data: Aye sir.

and then the viewscreen activates and it's just this

#this post is so stupid #the thought of rickrolls still being a thing in the 24th century is extremely amusing to me #star trek tng #star trek #the next generation #star trek the next generation #captain picard #star trek shitposting #shitpost #high effort shitpost #totally not me putting like 3 hours of editing into a tumblr shitpost teehee #holyshit wait imagine deanna troi being able to sense shitpostery from another vessel #''captain i sense intense rickrolling from the other ship'' #BAHAHAHA that would be SO dumb #also sorry if the video is really loud i'm wearing headphones and i genuinely cannot tell what volume is considered normal #also also fun fact: i originally imagined this with the loss lines and data explaining that it's a symbol of ancient human shitpost culture #but that wasn't as funny as a rickroll just popping up on the viewscreen and immediately annoying picard #do you think q does this to the enterprise sometimes #waiting for the q episode where he just puts an unstoppable loop of this on their viewscreen for 10 hours and then leaves #rick astley #rickroll

[writingsfromstarfleet]

[TNG] Worf - All Along

♫ Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Klingon culture has long since been recognised as one of the most violent cultures to the outside. In every aspect, it seemed some form of shouting or fighting was at the heart of everything they did. To outsiders, perhaps it seemed that way. There was always a softer side to Klingons, however, one not many people saw in some. 

On away missions, it was handy to have a Klingon with you, and Worf was the perfect one to go along. He was knowledgeable and cautious, and always willing to protect should danger occur. However, he could fight too, far better than anyone you had ever seen. His skill in battle and in leadership made for a great away team leader.

His leadership and skill was also the reason you started having feelings for him, and that made you very uncertain. You were a human, and he was a Klingon. Interspecies romance was not uncommon, particularly now in the universe where infinite diversity in infinite combination was at the heart of most of the galaxy. But, you weren't sure of how Worf would react. He hadn't shown any interest in anyone, let alone yourself, and it left you wondering just how awkward these feeling were about to make the rest of your engineering career.

"Lieutenant Y/N? Are you alright?" A voice snapped you out of your daydream in Ten Forward, your drink long since watered down as the ice had melted. It was your friend, Data, and you shook your head at him.

"Yes, of course, thank you Data. Please, have a seat."

"Are you sure? You do not seem it. You have been staring at Lieutenant Commander Worf for five minutes. I am sure he will start becoming uncomfortable soon."

Your put your head in your hands and sighed. You hadn't even noticed you were looking right at his table the entire time you were zoned out. Laughing to yourself, you sipped your watery drink.

"Ahh, I didn't even know, I guess I'm hung up on a few things, Data. I can trust you, can't I?"

"Absolutely." He nodded and seated himself, sitting curt as always, ready to listen.

"Somethings changed between Worf and I these past couple of weeks. We started off merely away team companions, and it was fine that way, but now I feel like I want to know him better, even court him, as it were. But, I wouldn't even know where to start with that. I mean, just last week, he was reciting a poem he wrote to me before we said goodnight after a shift."

"Perhaps you should try throwing a vase at him, Y/N."

Your eyebrows shot up, utter confusion on your face.

"I.. I- huh?"

"Allow me to explain. When Lieutenant Commander Worf was reciting his poetry to you, he was expressing an interest in courting you. When Klingons find someone of which they would like to court or marry, one recites poetry whilst the other expresses interest in a violent manner, such as scratching, fighting or throwing things at them. This way, the intentions are clear for both parties."

You stared at Data, dumbfounded. "That is in no way, shape or form, clear. But, that is interesting to know, thank you."

Data stood, nodding. "Should you need me, I will be in the science bay. Good luck with that, Y/N."

As he left, you were left with much to ponder, and your eyes drifted over to where Worf was sat, and as you did so, his eyes met yours too. You smiled and nodded, and he nodded all the same. You noticed him leaving, and quickly jumped up to do the same. 

"Hello, Worf, uh.. would you care to meet me tonight in my quarters? I have some music I wish to show you, I think you would be interested. It's okay if not, I-"

"I will be there, your company sounds desirable. Until then, Lieutenant." And with that, he hastily made his way back to work.

The night rolled round and you were in your quarters, pacing. Nerves weren't your sort of vibe, and being a Starfleet officer meant they were pushed back on the job. But tonight, you were making up for all of that by experiencing every bit of nerves you could at the exact same time. The door chimed and your heart jumped, but you opened the door nonetheless. 

"Good evening, Worf, thank you for coming." Your voice was shaky, the uncertainty jumping right out. Worf wasn't fazed, and strolled in, awaiting the music.

"Good evening, Y/N, thank you for inviting me for the music display, I am looking forward to it."

A solitary voice in your head comes out. 'Ahh, fuck it.' 

As Worf turns to find a seat, you pick up the vase closest to you, one that stood on your tableside, and launched it in his direction, and it smashed right by his feet. As the security officer turned, you jumped at him and started to fight him. Worf swiftly changed the playing field and switched you around, and you dodged his attacks with surprising ease. The fight grew more tense as the two of you made it to your feet, his batleth out and you defending with a stick. Nimble and small, you manage to swoop round and trick him every now and then, and when he thought he had you, your legs took his out and you knelt down over him, sitting on his stomach almost, with your phaser at his neck.

"Y/N... that was incredible." Worf was slightly out of breath, but did still sound impressed. 

"Likewise, I hope Data was right about this," you started to look nervous, as you helped Worf up from the ground, a hand he graciously accepted. 

"Right about the vase?"

"Yeah, he-" you stopped. He knew? "How do you know about the vase?"

"I told him to tell you about a vase. I had a feeling you were interested in me, as you humans might say, and so I knew that if you were, you would go to him for advice because you are very good friends. The vase was rather specific, so I realised the moment you threw that at me tonight you had an interest in me."

"That was a very intelligent move, Worf. How did you know?" you inquired, puzzle on your face. You couldn't believe this was happening, no more than you could believe that Data had been playing cupid and wingman for Worf. 

"I can sense it, Y/N. You look at me differently, and when you are around me, you act different, too. It is not hard to tell."

You raised an eyebrow. "Am I that obious?"

Worf sighed. "No, Councellor Troi told me."

You laughed aloud, shaking your head. "And here I was, thinking you knew all along."

"I knew I was interested in you," he started, taking your hand and sitting you down with him on your chair. "But I did not think you would be interested in me."

"Why wouldn't I be? You're sure of yourself, strong, and you're great company. Gathering feelings for you was easy, dealing with them was the hard part, and the outcome has been the best."

You shot Worf a a smile, and he gave you one back, to the best of Klingon ability. He brought your hand to his head, pressing his lips against your hand. 

"Will you have me, Y/N?"

"I've wanted you all along."

#star trek #star trek x reader #star trek imagine #worf #worf x reader #worf imagine #star trek tng #tng #the next generation #x reader #imagine

[lt-kaollumn]

oc doodle page for today. i just love drawing her. look at her. good face.

#star trek #star trek fanart #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #star trek oc #vulcan oc #star trek vulcan #star trek art #star trek star trek star trek #look #look at her #dynamic poses #poses from imagination #pose study

[stardate2603]

One Hell Of A Story (William Riker x Reader)

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You had thought of the many ways the birth of your first child would happen. It was a dull day, the perfect time to go into labor on a starship in your mind. There were no problems with the engines; there was no alien threat, just you enjoying a relaxing stroll around the holodeck. You were sitting down at the picnic blanket when you felt a sharp pain.

You rubbed your bump, trying to ease the pain, but when your water broke, there was no denying that you were in labor.

"Ensign Riker to sickbay. Beverly, I'm in labor and -" the link closed, and you tried desperately to try and reach her, but there was no reply.

Your dull day was going to get a lot more exciting.

The systems were failing, leaving you temporarily trapped within the holodeck program. It felt like an eternity before the program was shut down and you heard Data calling for you. You saw him and Beverly approaching you. You cried out in pain. "Oh thank god!"

Data knelt beside Dr. Crusher, who performed a quick scan. "We have to get to the sickbay. Can you carry her?"

Data nodded, lifting you effortlessly and the three of you left the holodeck.

"Where's William?" You asked.

"He is on the bridge with the Captain. He told me to deliver a message. He said, 'I'll be there as fast as I can.'"

You rested your head against his shoulder, "Thank you, Data."

When you arrived at sickbay, you were laid down on the bed, and Beverly assessed how far along you were. "There's a while to go. I can give you something for the discomfort -" the ship shook, and you gasped when Data fell against a console.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, wincing as another contraction hit, glancing at Beverly as she held onto the bed to avoid falling.

"Lieutenant Data report to the bridge." Picard's voice came through the commlink.

You grabbed his hand, stopping him from leaving. "Tell them that if they don't kick alien ass by the time this baby is born, I will personally make them regret it."

Beverly looked at Data, an amused smile on her lips. "You'd better get going."

He nodded, and you released his arm, accepting the drink of water Beverly offered. Over the next couple of hours the battle got worse. The ship shook, the consoles in sickbay sparked, and Beverly had taken you to your quarters away from the fire that had started.

You were struggling to push when Riker came rushing in. "How is she?"

You sighed when he took your hand, kissing your head.

"We're getting there," Beverly said. "But we've got a stubborn baby on our hands."

"Just like their mother then." He smiled down at you.

"I can't do it."

He rested his head against yours as you turned his hand white from the pressure, but he didn't notice. All he was concerned about was encouraging you. "Yes, you can. You can do this." He glanced at Beverly who nodded, signalling it was time to continue. Will placed an arm around shoulders, "Now, push."

You swore you heard a bone crack in his hand but had little time to focus on it as he and Beverly guided you. But the pain was worth it when you heard your newborn crying. You rested your head on his arm, closing your eyes as you caught your breath.

Will smiled brightly, as he observed Beverly wrapping your son in a blanket, looking over at you. He moved your hair away from your sweatbeaded forehead, kissing your temple. "You did it." He chuckled.

You smiled softly, meeting his gaze when you opened your eyes. "How is he?"

"Perfectly healthy." Beverly smiled as she returned. "Congratulations. You have a beautiful healthy baby boy."

She handed you your newborn and you laid him on your chest, not noticing the way Beverly looked back at you and Will who placed a hand on his son's back, smiling bigger than she had ever seen, before she left to give you privacy.

You felt tears in your eyes, relieved that it was over. The ship was stable, the attack was dealt with and you had sucessfully delivered your son.

"He's barely ten minutes old and he's already got one hell of a story to tell." Will commented.

You laughed softly, resting your head on his shoulder as he kissed your forehead. "I love you."

Will placed a hand on your cheek, "And I love you." He leaned into kiss you when your son stretched, his arm knocking his cheek. "First lesson, you have to share your mother."

You giggled, shaking your head at the blue-eyed first officer who merely smiled.

#william riker #william riker x reader #william riker imagine #star trek the next generation #star trek the next generation imagine

[cornettotism]

Honestly, I'm really disappointed at how the crew of the Enterprise-D treated Q. In dealing with his antics, they never EVER stop to really understand his species and his motives for what he does. They just shove that all aside and treat everything he does as if it's malicious.

You all can imagine how angry Deja-Q made me. He went to them in a vulnerable state because he felt the safest on that ship, and instead of understanding how terrified he must be, they act like it was nothing more than a detention or something like that. Not only was he in pain, but he was confused and scared, and they basically laughed in his face. Data was a real one in that episode.

#this is why i like to imagine picard eventually took some time to talk to Q without Q causing havoc around the ship #q star trek #data soong #star trek the next generation #star trek

[nocturnes-hideout]

One of my favorite running gags in Star Trek is the one from early TNG where Data just befriends older Southern men. McCoy in Encounter at Farpoint, that musician guy from The Neutral Zone, and Tex from that episode in season 2 where a bad novel about a casino becomes real. It’s almost definitely unintentional, but it’s funny that it happens three times in two seasons, and it’s also funny that, to my knowledge, it just never comes back after this.

#star trek #star trek: TNG #star trek: the next generation #data #data soong #data star trek #it’s made even funnier when you remember that Brent Spiner is from Texas and is Southern himself. #seriously why did this happen three separate times #also i know that data and mccoy didn't actually become friends #but they talked and they didn't dislike each other #i imagine they WOULD have become friends if they'd had the chance to interact more #i mean it's literally canon that data reminded mccoy of spock #for all his ribbing spock still is/was his friend

[daforgelore]

absolutely 100% canon depiction of Lore in season 1

#my hand slipped #lore soong #lore tng #star trek #star trek tng #the next generation #tng #digital art #artists on tumblr #this man is a gothdroid u cant tell me otherwise #also this is actually how i imagine him in my fanfic but many years after. tho he has longer hair there

[rhaenella]

Beverly Crusher & Will Riker: besties™️ on the bridge

Star Trek: Picard 3.4 "No Win Scenario"

#beverly crusher #will riker #star trek picard #picard season 3 #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #star trek #star trek legacy #trekedit #gates mcfadden #jonathan frakes #my gifs #both their zero tolerance for bullshit is just everything #also i feel like their friendship is highly underrated #let's never forget that amazing scene between them in tng's suspicions #imagine if we'd gotten a scene where they discuss the loss of their sons #star trek legacy hello could you please

[lithiumseven]

When Data is trying to learn about Dixon Hill in “The Long Goodbye” he requests the computer supply him with “the complete text of all stories featuring the character.” Which means the computer ABSOLUTELY gave him ALL of the Dixon Hill fanfiction ever written and he committed all of it to memory

#imagine him mentioning things to Picard that he doesn’t realize are fanon and Picard just staring at him bewildered #do you think Jean Luc wrote any of it #tng #data soong #next gen #st tng #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #tis i #Dixon hill

[gayfour]

I can just imagine Data trying to learn to have messy handwriting, he'd go to the school to watch the children write and try to copy them

#data star trek #star trek the next generation #star trek data #st tng #data tng #i imagine he normally writes in like times new roman #this could be the b plot of an episode

[stardatez3ro]

data watches drag race .thats it thats the post

#sorry for being right all the time .as if its my fault #hed analyze the FUCK out of how the show is edited and the lipsyncs n shit #hed probably start experimenting more w his gender expression after watching it god i .need to draw that #IMAGINE HIM PICKING UP ON THE SLANG .JESUS CHRIST #data saying 'okay werk' with a straight face #data soong #star trek tng #tng #star trek the next generation #st:tng #star trek #data tng #ticketts thoughts