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unknownspecies · 2 years

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[A Train Ride Home]

[Aone x f!reader]

The first time you see him, you didn’t think much of it. It was the first day of school, so the train was filled with new students trying to find their own way there. You figured that by the end of the week, it would be less crowded, but it would have to do for now.

As you got on the train, the only available seat that you could see was a small spot next to this boy. You squeezed herself into the space next to the blond student. However, upon closer inspection, you realized that his hair was too white to be blonde. You searched your mind for the word for a few moments before it hit you. He was albino!

You glanced at him from your seat and noticed more of his facial features. You wanted to make conversation, maybe to introduce yourself. But before you could speak to him, the train stopped at its station, causing a rush of students to exit the train.

It remained like this for a while. On the train rides to and from your house, you would sit next to the intimidating-looking albino, as there seemed to always be a space open next to him. You couldn’t see why, you thought dryly. But you were right when you said that there would be less students on the train weeks later. Even though it became less crowded, you still decided to keep your seat next to the albino student.

It was two weeks later where you would become friends with him. Both of you were waiting in line for lunch at the school cafeteria when you decided that you wanted to learn more about your seatmate.

He turned around when you tapped him on the shoulder. You held out your hand as you introduced yourself. He blinked, and after a moment shook your hand.

“Aone Takanobu,” was all he said, before moving forward to get his food.

You followed him to sit at a random table where, coincidentally, both your respective friends were hanging out. Ever since then, the few of you formed a tight-knit group that sat with each other whenever you had any free time.

You learned more about Aone as time passed on. You learned that he was an avid player in the school volleyabll team, which he had a great passion for. That he was working hard academically and physically to be able to bring his school to nationals. With time, you learned that despite the intimidating demeanor he held himself with, he was a really kind-hearted boy.

He learned more about you as well. He learned your favorite foods and pet peeves. He learned what subjects you hated with a passion and had to spend extra time studying for. He learned about your personal passions and extracurricular activities. And of your dreams for your future.

Ever so, you slowly became friends with the gentle giant. Even though you were mostly in different classes, you always met during school outside of class. You sat with him during lunch with your now close friend group. Not to mention that you would walk with each other after school until you had to part ways to go to your respective clubs.

A year passed and feelings, of course, slowly developed. On both ends. Both your and Aone’s friends could clearly tell the subtle differences in both of your behaviors when you were around each other. The small blushes, the “unintentional” touches, and the poorly hidden smiles whenever one would catch the other staring. They honestly wanted to see how this would play out, so they kept their mouths shut… somewhat. Comments would still always be flying here and there, but they wouldn’t make an active move to push the both of you together. Trusting that one would make the move first.

And oh did it happen.

You decided to confess on his birthday. Your friend group decided to have a small get together to celebrate his birthday. Even though you held herself with confidence on a normal day, actually going through with this was nerve wracking.

Aone was a stoic man, and he looked emotionally constipated (he really wasn’t). But you had hoped that the little gestures he did for you and the emotions he showed around you proved his returning affection.

You did celebrate with their friends. All of them handed him a small gift with a card that they thought he would’ve liked. You gave him nothing though, much to his disappointment. His gift was actually in your bag and you didn’t want to give it to him until you both were alone. Not to mention you wanted to buy him one more thing, which is why you convinced your friends to distract him as you stopped by a bakery you liked right before you all parted ways.

Aone looked sad on the walk to the train station, although you couldn’t understand why. You shrugged the thought off, speaking with him animatedly as you always did as you both waited for your ride home to arrive.

Your nerves were on fire that day. Your mind kept wandering to the small present both in your bag and in your hands that you bought less than ten minutes ago. You quickly took the small box out of your bag so that you were holding both gifts.

When the train arrived, you couldn’t be happier, and nervous. Thoughts began running through your head. What if he doesn’t like me back? What if I misread all the situations we were in and he was just acting nice to me? What if? What if? What if? But you breathed. Deciding that you’ll still go through with the plan, you stepped onto the train with two small boxes in your hand and your crush alongside you.

On the train ride home, thoughts were running through both of your heads. You were hyping yourself up to give him his gifts, and Aone was sulking about how his crush hadn’t given him a gift or even a card for his birthday. You sighed, waiting for the train to stop at your station before you made your move.

Better now than never.

You faced him and softly said his name. When he turned towards you, you placed the two boxes in his lap and kissed him on the cheek, wishing him a happy birthday before gathering your things and hurrying out of the train. Not wanting to look like you were running away from him, but you were so fired up that you couldn’t just walk at a normal pace,

Aone stared at the two small boxes in his hand. His mind on nothing but the feeling of your lips on his cheek. What the hell was that supposed to be? He shook his head and looked at the boxes you were holding onto the entire train ride home.

One was a food takeout box while the other was a small gift wrapped one. He decided to unwrap the pretty box first before finding a small turtle plushie the size of his palm inside. He read the note attached inside. “Happy birthday Aone! I hope to spend the next few years with you as I have for the past year!” He blushed at the message and shifted his attention to the second box.

His heart fluttered when he looked at the second gift, which was revealed to be a delicious slice of cake. But it was the note taped to the lid of the box that took him aback. He looked at it again to make sure he didn’t misread. It was a simple note, with none of your usual doodles.

“I like you ♡”

He smiled. A real, teeth-showing, eye-crinkling smile. He closed the box, vowing to eat it later on so that he could properly cherish it. His mind was already on the next time he would see you so that he could confess back.

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The elderly couple saw the scene unfold in front of them. The old man huffed, and slid a twenty dollar bill to his wife. She happily took it and kissed him on the cheek, mirroring your confession. She was right when she bet that the girl would confess first, just like how she had confessed to her husband over forty years ago when they had sat on this exact same train.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #aone takanobu #aone takanobu fluff #aone takanobu x reader #aone fluff #aone x reader #haikyuu imagines #unknown species data #unknown records

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manmadedonut · 8 days

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did you ever think that maybe data was just in a stasis in which he couldnt be in a relationship (because hes an android duh) romantically but just had a very friendly relationship with others because Yar died? like i keep thinking he didnt pursue some 'romantic' notions because he still 'felt' as though he feels empty without yar?

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year

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Painting Data's Nails

Data Soong x GN!Reader (platonic)

This was inspired by The Experiment by star_trek4ever on AO3 pls go read it its an awesome fic <3

Also wanna say that this is my first time writing Data and I am also not very far into the TNG series so maybe some of this contradicts idk

Warnings: very very light angst

Word Count: 1745

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"Lieutenant, what is the purpose of this activity?"

Data's hand, surprisingly warm, rested steady in your own. Matter of fact, his hand was perfectly still; it was your hand's imperfect movements that caused it to move at all. Heavily focused on the task at hand, the question lingered in the air. The brush swept across the nail, leaving liquid pigment in its wake. Delicately, you evenly distributed the lacquer.. Then, with a relieved breath, you straightened away from his hand and deposited the brush back into the small bottle.

It was your idea. Data, with all his access to information and vast knowledge of early Earth history, knew nothing about human spa days. More accurately, he knew of them, but the greater purpose of taking care of oneself was lost on him.

"Well, nothing, really." You blew lightly on his nails, urging the yellow paint to dry faster. "I think it started as a beauty thing. Humans, mostly women, would paint their nails a bright color - like red or pink - and it would catch the eye of others. It became a form of vanity as it progressed, before it sort of died out."

"Intriguing." His brow furrowed at his hands, eyes distant as he skimmed through the database in his mind for more information. In a second, his eyes were focused once more on you. "Ah, I see. Painting one's nails became a popular form of self-expression in the early 20th century, temporarily increasing confidence and gathering the attention of others due to the humans' limited visible color spectrum.

"According to my records, disputes arose as to who would be allowed to wear nail polish, sometimes resulting in violence. I do not understand this. It is a rather simple activity - how could it cause such disagreement?"

You lifted his other hand and began the process of painting the nails once more. Your handiwork wasn't perfect - small bits of the paint attached itself to his cuticles, resulting in a non-uniform appearance - but the Android didn't seem to mind (or understand that it was 'imperfect') and you were enjoying the easy, repetitive motions.

"That's..." You struggled to find the word as you tried cleaning up a large dab of paint on his finger, the result of a sudden hand twitch. "Complicated. Back then, and I guess even still now, humans were uncomfortable with people even slightly different from them. They built up bullshit 'rules' to describe femininity and masculinity, and anybody that didn't fit into those societal standards was ostracized. It was mostly men who were made fun of for painting their nails, since it's considered a 'feminine' activity. They would be labeled as homosexual, regardless of their actual preferences in sex. It was a way to bully them for enjoying something that wasn't deemed masculine enough.

"But," you added, smiling softly at the man sitting across from you, "it was an excellent form of rebellion against those standards. People of all genders would wear the 'wrong' clothing or indulge themselves in things that went against the status quo. Of course, it died out once universal gender equality was established in... 2037?"

Data nodded, confirming the date. "Quite correct, lieutenant. The Complete Gender Equality Bill was passed in October of 2037, and stated that all persons, regardless of biological sex or personal gender identity, were allowed the same rights to equal pay, marriage, privacy, and expression."

His mouth opened for a brief second, ready to explain the various amendments that had been made to the original bill and their impacts on history, before shutting. You glanced up from your work in surprise when he didn't continue to ramble on.

"What's wrong?"

He was frowning again, appearing almost upset. "I have discovered that my tendency to, as the Captain puts it, 'babble' makes those around me uncomfortable and irritated. In an effort to avoid this, I have resorted to shortening my explanations."

Now it was your turn to frown. "You shouldn't have to do that, Data."

"No? But it makes my colleagues uncomfortable when I babble."

"Don't tell me they cut you off..."

Data remained silent, adhering to your wish.

You sighed, upset but also aggravated. Briefly, Data wondered if it was his literal interpretation that troubled you, as he often got confused with human expressions as such.

"You consider them your friends, correct?"

He considered this for a moment. "The definition of friend requires that we share a 'bond of mutual affection.' I do not believe this is true."

"Okay, then, what about companions?"

His head tilted, searching for the definition. "Ah, yes. 'A person or animal with whom one spends a lot of time with or with whom one travels.' My relationship with the rest of the Bridge crew does, indeed, satisfy this definition."

"Then they shouldn't do that. Friends or companions or colleagues or whatever should have a mutual form of respect. You don't just cut off somebody you respect. It's rude and mean and unfair."

"I do not comprehend their actions as mean; I am incapable of feeling that emotion."

You huffed, clearly annoyed at the topic of discussion. "That doesn't matter! What matters is that they know it's rude, but they don't care because they don't hold a mutual respect for you. They see you as lesser than them and it's not fair!"

"Inquiry: what is unfair about it?"

You barely stopped yourself from grabbing his shoulders and shaking to emphasize your point. Instead, eager to release the tension running through your veins, you stood from your bed and began pacing around your room.

“Regardless of whether you are an android or a human, or an android with human emotions, the Captain is human, the first officer is human - they have the emotions and rationelle to know what is rude or inappropriate when talking with someone else. Whether you are able to perceive it as rude means nothing when the people actively silencing you know it’s wrong! By continuing to interrupt you and cut you off, they are actively letting you know in a passive aggressive - possibly even subconscious - way that you are less than human. They claim to accept and encourage your personal goal of embracing human emotions, but actively play a role in stunting that growth by not giving you the space or time of day a normal human would get.

“It’s unfair because it’s hypocritical and demeaning and, ugh, so very human of them to look down on anything slightly different from them.” A long, drawn out sigh escaped you, stealing with it the last remnants of your anger and frustration. You plopped back down on the bed, laying unceremoniously across from Data.

It takes you a minute to gather the energy to sit back up. Your outburst has drained you of energy. After a long work day bustling from control panel to control panel, reattaching wires or rerouting power, you had just enough energy to have a quiet moment with Data. And now it was all gone. So much for a relaxing spa day.

“Lieutenant?”

You hum to let him know you’re listening even as you twist the yellow bottle of paint shut and retrieve the sealing top coat of polish from a miniature makeup bag.

“If, as you suggest, this repetitive behavior is detrimental to my goal, what would you suggest I do to confront the issue?”

Halfway to reaching his hand, Data holds it out for you, meeting you in a familiar middle ground. His hands are still warm and steady. Your brushing movements are clumsier than before. He would have gone so far as to say careless, but the change in your demeanor was akin to exhaustion, so he did not say anything.

You sighed. “If it really doesn’t bother you, do nothing. If you think they really do have a good reason for cutting you off, do nothing. But…” You placed his right hand back in his lap to dry and picked up his left hand. “I think you should mention it, at least. You deserve to be treated with respect, even if you do have a tendency to ‘babble’.”

Data’s mind rushed to consider the possibilities, and his own ‘emotions’. While, no, he did not feel irritation or unfairness in his colleague’s actions, he considered your empathetic viewpoint. Rationally, there were times when he was explaining something in detail to the Captain, something he felt was of importance to the mission at hand, only to be cut off and left lacking in the satisfaction of the explanation. It was not illogical to interpret this as an early form of irritation or inadequacy.

On the other hand, he could understand in certain situations that his extensive elaborating was unhelpful, such as listing times down to their seconds or stating every single number past a decimal point rather than rounding up - topics he often got cut off on.

Having the facts laid bare before him, it was easy to come to a consensus. If he could round up his numbers and calculate how vital the information was before continuing to elaborate on insignificant matters, there would be less need to be interrupted. And if his colleagues on the Bridge could conclude whether or not the information was vital, and learn to cut him off in a ‘kinder’ manner, there would be less interrupting overall.

When he zoned back in from his contemplations, you were softly blowing along his nails.

“Lieutenant?” You hummed again, carefully running your thumbpad over the lacquer to ensure it was dry and continuing to blow when one was a little wet. “I have considered your suggestions and have concluded the best course of action. From my understanding, when humans do not communicate their issues with one another, the problems begin to increase in magnitude. It would be beneficial for myself and my companions to communicate these issues as I have with you and find a middle ground with which to continue forward.”

You brushed your thumb over his nails once again before letting his hands go. You grinned up at him, eyes softened with fatigue. “I think that’s a good idea, Data.” You smiled a little bit wider when Data’s lips curled into an awkward facsimile of a grin.

As he returned to his room, leaving you with an in-depth description of the Complete Gender Equality Bill as you drifted off for the evening he considered how fitting it was to be wearing a symbol of rebellion and standing up for oneself.

#fanfic #fanfiction #star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #data #star trek data #data soong #data x reader #data soong x reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader #platonic #fluff #way too optimistic thoughts about the future

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snailss · 1 month

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OUR WIFI IS WORKING AGAIN I CAN CONTINUE WATCHING SEASON 6 OF TWD IM SO HAPPY :))

#daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon angst #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fluff #the walking dead #ive been using cellular data lately for the past 2 months #our wifi was shitttt #its back up momentarily tho #we’re getting someone in wednesday to get it (hopefully) permanently fixed so yay!

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creative-caramel-coffee · 4 months

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Dr Crushers Padd

Pairings: Deanna Troi & Beverly Crusher & Reader

Words: 2.2K

Summary: You get your period and nothing short of chaos ensues.

TW: blood, period, not sleeping, mentions of drowning, mentions of assault, cramps,

Role PLATONIC NURSE R

A/n kinda crackfic? Idk.

Wake up stained sheets making late to shift as Change bed. No credits for new sheets already recycled. Sleeping on towel so not sleep well. Tried on mission.

It was simply supposed to be a regular away mission. Nothing more, but it would never be that easy for you. Never.

The streak of bad luck started about two days ago. When you woke up on your period. Or more like… in it. You bled on the sheets during the night and so you had gotten up and put them in the recycler only to find that you didn’t have enough credits to replicate new ones.

Because you had only just transferred on board your credits from your last posting hadn’t transferred yet. So, you had been sleeping on a goddamned towel for the past few nights.

Better still because of your issue with the sheets, you managed to show up late to your first shift in sickbay. Not a good impression and you certainly weren’t going to tell your boss you had bled on the sheets. She was a woman and she had made it to shift on time. Heck Dr Beverly crusher was the CMO, and her file said she had never been late to shift. Not once.

Luckily, she let you off the hook and she seemed really nice. She had taken to you in the short time you had been there. She said you reminded her of Wesley. Whoever that was. Oh yes … her son.

Then yesterday she had told you she wanted you on the away mission. You majored in paediatrics, but your minor was xenobiology. Making you one of the more qualified med staff for the mission. It was simple really. A new planet was found orbiting twin binary stars, and its unusual orbit had some impact on the life on the planet. Radiation from the binary stars had made scans near impossible, so you and Dr crusher were to scope the plant life. Deanna Troi, ships Counsellor was also going incase of any more intelligent life being present. Also, Worf, data and Riker.

The trip had started off simple enough. You and doctor crusher had been charting and sampling the plant life in small bio containers to take back to the ship when the cramps started.

Normally, working in sickbay you could find something to dull the pain. Usually, some generic over the counter pain medicine that not even the CMO needed to sign off on administering. However, you were on an unknown planet with no pain medicine and no easy way to slip away to change your pad which probably needed it by now. And better yet you didn’t bring any pads with you.

You cursed softly and Deanna shot you a confused look sensing your distress. She turned to walk away from where she had been talking to riker by some large trees and began walking to where you and the good doctor were sampling some berries on a small shrub.

Seeing her approach, you stood to address the doctor. “I think i can hear a creek nearby which would indicate more plant life, most likely aquatic. Can i go have a look?” You said.

“Sure. Stay close though in case of trouble. I don’t want to have to pull you out of a creek.” She said with a smile, and you laughed.

“Don’t worry doc I’m an excellent swimmer.” You winked and disappeared into the bush.

The creek wasn’t hard to find. There were some odd plants around the edges which swayed with the current. Taking a scan with your tricorder it showed some interesting levels of saline content. The creek was obviously salt in nature.

You uprooted one of the small plants and gently placed it into a container. Where its leaves had touched the water, they had turned from red to a deep purple. That would have some interesting implications. Just as you scooped up a small vial of water your stomach cramped again, and you quickly put a cap on the vial and lent against a tree with your knees at your chest.

The cramps began to lessen as you tried to relax, footsteps came from nearby. Too tired from your awful sleep last night to turn and look you waited for them to come into view.

“Y/n?” A voice called. And you sighed. Deanna.

“Im here.” You said and the footsteps came closer until Counsellor Troi was stood above you.

“I can sense something wrong.” She said with an oddly motherly look. “What are you doing on the ground?” She asked.

“Moping.” You responded and she laughed softly.

“May I join you?”

“I don’t own the ground.” You said with a half-smile.

“Very well then.” She sat next to you, legs folded and back pressed against a tree opposite you. “Whats the matter Y/n. You seem … off.” She said with a kind smile. You sighed and opened your mouth to talk before shutting it and biting your lip.

“I sense a lot of conflicting feelings in you Y/n.” Troi said softly.

“There you are!” Came another voice and you jumped in surprise. “I didn’t mean to scare you Y/n.” Dr crusher said placing a hand on your shoulder. “Nice spot you found.”

“You're not mad I’m not working?” You said meekly and she frowned.

“No. I think we could all use a break. You especially, you look exhausted. Are you feeling alright?” She said as she sat so the three off you were in an odd triangle.

“Im good.” You said with a weak smile and Troi shot you a look. The smile fell.

“And a poor liar.” Dr Crusher responded, “I don’t need to empathic to know that.” She said and looked you up and down. “You haven’t been sleeping.” She said knowingly. You looked away and rested your chin on your knee.

“There’s more isn’t there.” The doctor added and you sighed.

“It’s dumb.” You huffed.

“I assure you whatever it is isn’t dumb Y/n your emotions are very real.” Troi said.

This time you didn’t respond simply looked at the water flowing by lazily in the creek. The sunlight came in rays through the dense tree branches overhead and the foliage was a beautiful deep green with oddly placed red and purple plants.

Before you knew it you had zoned out watching the water, a combination of your tiredness and ADHD. You heard the two of them talking softly and simply listened to the ambience.

After a moment you heard the familiar beeping of a tricorder. Turning you glared at the doctor who was scanning you.

“Im fine.” You huffed gently directing her hand holding the scanner away.

“You zoned out.” Deanna said.

“Im just tired. Thats all.” You muttered.

“And why, pray tell, are you so tired Y/n?” Beverly asked.

“A combination of things.” You replied vaguely and Beverly raised a brow and the scanner again, pointedly.

“Fine… fine.” You huffed.

“The truth this time.” Deanna added, “I’ll know.”

The doctor nodded and sat back on her heels, so she wasn’t hovering as much as before. You rubbed a hand over your face and let out another sigh, this time of defeat.

“I haven’t been sleeping really well and … you know …. Women things.” You said looking away.

“Ah…” Beverly said and looked you up and down. “Do you have everything you need?”

“No.” You muttered.

“No?!” They both exclaimed.

“What are you using?” Beverly asked.

“Right now?” You asked resting you head on the tree. And she nodded.

“Right now.” She agreed.

“Nothing. Let’s just say I’m grateful the lower half of the uniform is black.” You said closing your eyes.

“You know i could have given you a pad, right?” The doctor said and placed down her med kit, opening it up and pulling out a small white package. You groaned.

“Cramps?” Deanna asked and you nodded and before you knew it there was a hypospray being pressed into the side of your neck and the pain melted away.

“Thanks.” You said rubbing your neck.

“That’s perfectly alright Y/n.” The doctor responded. “Now you said you hadn’t been sleeping well.” She said and looked at you with her best motherly look she used on Wesley to get him to clean his room.

You sighed and relaxed into the tree.

“I bled on my sheets my first night here and like an idiot I forgot to check if i had credits before recycling them. There must have been some issues transferring my credits from my last posting.” You explained and Deanna and Beverly frowned at each other.

“Y/n what are you sleeping on?” Deanna asked and you looked away, avoiding eye contact.

“A towel.” You mumbled after a short pause.

“A towel?!” Beverly exclaimed. “Wait a minute … you said the first night. Is this why you were late to your first shift?” The doctor asked and you had to give her credit, she was quick. You looked at her and simply tapped your nose. She sighed.

“Y/n i can replicate you some sheets myself. If you need something just ask. I’ll see what i can do about getting you your credits.” Beverly sighed.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Now, go change.” She said and pressed the white package into your hand, folding your fingers over it.

“We’ll keep the boys away for you.” Deanna winked and you gave a half laugh.

“Thanks.” You said and walked a bit off past some trees and out of sight. Once you had successfully changed your pad out you grinned to yourself and placed the old one on a rock. Deciding to have some fun you pulled out your phaser and pointed it at it. Altering the setting and disintegrating it. You grinned to yourself and walked back.

Both women turned to look at you. The doctor frowned. “What did you do with it?” She asked and you grinned and tapped your finger on your phaser. Her jaw dropped open.

“You didn’t” Deanna laughed. “That’s genius.”

“An old trick my last commander taught me on one of my first assignments.” You said and sat down in your spot again.

“So, are you feeling better?” The doctor asked and pulled out her tricorder as a threat again. You smiled.

“Much.”

“Shes telling the truth.” Deanna said with a nod.

“What was in that hypo?” You asked with a grin.

“Caffeine laced pain killer.” The doc grinned and Deanna shot her an unimpressed look.

“My girl.” You said with a smile and shot her finger guns making her laugh.

“You’re both incorrigible.” Deanna said shaking her head. “Doctors.” She sighed sounding defeated. “Fixing everyone but themselves.”

“Correct.” You said and stood, offering a hand to the doc. “Shall we continue my good sir.” You smiled and Beverly smiled back. “Of course, my dear.” And you hauled her to her feet before turning to Deanna and offering her a hand. She smiled softly and took it.

Once the three of you were upright, you gestured for them to follow you.

“Watch this.” You said and dipped your finger into the water before using your other hand to hold one of the plants leaves from earlier steady. With your wet finger you drew a small love heart on the plants leaf. With a fake gasp you turned to the doc. “Why thats anatomically impossible!” You gushed in a mock tone, “It has a heart.” You said feigning shock.

Deanna hid a smile with her hand and Beverly gave you an unimpressed look. “Im never giving you caffeine again.” She said and you braced your hands on your knees and stood, brushing off your pants and grinning.

“Well, we should probably head back before we find out if data can have a conniption or not. But we could always stay … in the name of science of course doc.” You said and she rolled her eyes.

“Data will be fine.” Beverly said and pulled you behind her back up the small bank and past the bushes from earlier.

“Ready to go ladies?” Riker asked once he saw you.

“Yes.” You deadpanned and he laughed.

“Tough crowd.” He said and you lightly slapped his arm. “Assault of a senior officer. I should throw you in the brig.” He said with a smile, and you rolled your eye.

“Yeah right, senior indeed old man.” You said with an air of sarcasm, “And I should have had you court marshalled back in the academy when you decided to take sixteen young betazed women…” You began, mocking him. Before you could finish, he clapped a hand over your mouth with a smile.

“Well thats enough of that.” He said matter of factly, and Beverly smiled an amused smile at Deanna who smiled back.

“I can always get the story later.” Beverly said and riker went to respond but yelped.

“Ew Y/n. Don’t lick my hand thats gross.” He whined, wiping it on his pants.

“Please, i once watched you drink someone else’s coffee before an exam.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Ew will … really?” Deanna asked and you grinned.

“That was tame compared to some of the stuff he did.” You said with a shit-eating grin.

“Riker to enterprise.” Riker interrupted tapping his combadge and you laughed deeply at his obvious distress.

“Enterprise here, ready to beam up sir?” O’brian asked and Riker gave the affirmative.

“Saved by the bell.” You mouthed with a grin as the small team beamed up.

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starrattlerofprydain · 11 months

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Rokushi Week Day 2: First Kiss

#kingdom hearts #roxas #xion #rokushi #rxweek2023 #dg: rokushi #data greeting #video #here have some fluff ☺️

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airlocksandaviaries · 1 year

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I had an data idea/head canon that came from Wikipedia. Here’s my idea: Data learns that blushing is a human thing and so naturally wants to partake in it. This leads to him trying makeup, he has a tiny bit of blush that he keeps adding to and then Geordi notices and is confused. This could be funny, adorable and wholesome and I want it.

Oh. my. GOsh. This is an adorable idea. I am going to write a thing for it, dedicated to you. (Including some Beverly x Deanna bc you kinda got me on board for the ship! I'm more of a Tasha x Deanna person but I can definitely see it :D)

"Dr Crusher," Data said, regarding his friend kindly as she walked into the Turbolift.

"Data! You surprised me! Um, hello, It's nice to see you!" she said with a start as the lift doors closed behind her, looking somewhat flustered. "Sickbay," she added to the lift as it carried them off. Data cocked his head.

"Doctor? Are you feeling okay?" he asked, looking at her.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I?" said Beverly, looking a bit confused.

"It is your face," said Data, as though that would clarify. "You seem unusually flushed. This is typically an indicator of a fever or other sickness, is it not?"

Beverly's expression changed from confusion to embarrassment, a sheepish smile creeping across her face.

"Oh," she said, "No, Data, I'm not sick. I just..." she searched for the words, then finally met Data's confused and worried gaze. "I just got done talking to Deanna," she finished.

"In a counseling meeting?" Data asked, still not understanding.

"No, Data," she said, "in a... personal meeting."

Data looked at her face and compared the look she was giving him with the look he saw in his engineering friends' faces when they came into work the day after a date, gushing about the time they had. It dawned on him.

"I see," he said. "You have romantic feelings for Counselor Troi."

Beverly nodded slowly, turning even redder. "Yes."

"And this has caused your face to flush."

"I suppose so."

Data ran through his database for every definition on blushing he could find, automatically downloading them all into his recent memory circuits. "Fascinating," he said. Beverly laughed, the tension in the room broken wonderfully.

"I never feel judged around you Data, it's fantastic," she said with a smile. Data just shrugged and continued downloading information about blushing and the concept of blood rushing to the face when embarrassed until the turbolift landed at his floor.

Data stood in his quarters next to the replicator. He was sure he had input the correct request. The replicator flashed and with a loud swishing noise, there was a makeup kit and a palette with tons of colors sitting in front of him. Geordi would be coming over soon, but he still had plenty of time to apply it before then.

This wasn't the first time Data had tried to imitate human quirks. The beard he had tried once, the yawning, and heck, even his head movements were all attempts at seeming more natural and human. Some were more successful and some were less so. But this one felt... different, somehow. Data insisted there was no possible way he could feel without his emotion chip and yet... the thought of doing something like this for Geordi stirred something in him, there was no denying it.

Data picked up the palette and leaned towards the mirror. He selected a medium sized brush and scanned the colors for something close to his skin tone. He decided on yellow. A blush is a blood rush, after all. Data didn't have blood, exactly, but there were certain fluids required to keep a machine like him running. And they happened to be quite similar to the color of his eyes.

Data carefully applied the powder to under his cheeks, his nose, and the tops of his ears, blending it carefully with a white color to match his skin. It was quite like painting, a skill Data was more than proficient in. He inspected his work until deeming it sufficient and putting away his makeup in a hidden place. He had no reason to hide it. But he still somehow... disliked the thought of Geordi finding out he had fabricated his meticulously crafted flushed cheeks.

All he had left to do was wait until he arrived.

Data was sitting at his art table, watching Spot clean herself, when the door beeped.

"Come in," he said brightly, and the door opened with a swish.

Data was of course expecting him, but seeing Geordi in front of him always filled him with... something. Surprise? Anticipation? A 'strong motivation'? He'd have to study it later.

It must have had something to do with Geordi's dimples as he smiled wide, or the way he leaned lazily on the doorway, hip cocked to the side, or the way he cheerily said Data's name in greeting.

Data invited him in and they sat on the couch, Geordi relaying tales of the terrible Ensign Jameson from engineering who still thought she was qualified enough to give orders to the other Ensigns, or how his Dad kept calling him to tell him about a book he wanted Geordi to read that Geordi had absolutely no interest in.

Data just listened on in admiration, watching his best friend talk, a smile playing at the edges of his lips. Geordi eventually turned to him.

"So how has your day been, Data?" he asked. Data opened his mouth to speak when suddenly Geordi stopped him. "Hold on."

"What is it, Geordi?" Data asked.

"Something's blocking your aura. I can see it through my VISOR, you're not glowing on your cheeks. Did you put something on your face?"

"Well, I-" Data began, but didn't get to finish again. Geordi brought his hand up to brush Data's cheek, checking to confirm his suspicions. This cut off Data's vocal function entirely as something, definitely not a feeling, but something spread through him at Geordi's intimate touch. He didn't need air but somehow forgot to breathe.

Geordi took his hand away from Data's face and brushed his fingers together.

"This is powder, Data. What did you do?"

Data turned away sheepishly. "I... I attempted to recreate a human function known as blushing. I heard from Doctor Crusher that it is very common to experience when talking to someone whom... you..."

Luckily Geordi cut him off with his signature chuckle as Data mentioned blushing.

"Data... you don't have to do that," Geordi said.

"I figured it would help me appear more human," said Data simply.

"No, no, I mean, you don't have to put powder on your face. You have biomechanical irrigation fluids ticking around your body with your pulse function already. We can design a function for you for that!" Geordi began getting excited, but suddenly reigned himself in. "I mean, if that's what you want to do," he said.

If Data could brighten, he did. "Of course it is, Geordi, if it can be done!"

"Great!"

Many hours later, in Engineering, they had perfected it. Geordi clicked the chip with the function on it into Data's head and gently closed him up. Data felt something happening very quickly.

"I designed it to work when your pulse picks up due to an overload of positive or negative sensory input," said Geordi. He smoothed Data's hair down as he finished connecting his head back together. Instantly something started whirring. He could feel his face heating up. It was surreal. The thought of what had caused it made his pulse quicken more which of course brought more fluid to his face.

"I believe... it might not be functioning properly," he said, fully aware now of the untruthfulness of his words.

A slow, sly smile grew across Geordi's face.

"Oh yeah?" he said. He knew Data. Knew what went on inside his heart and his head, no matter how much Data tried to deny it. And he knew when Data was lying. "Are you sure about that?" he asked.

Data still sat in his maintinence chair in engineering. Geordi spun around from his position behind it to face Data head on, bending down to meet his eyes.

"Looks like it's working just fine to me," Geordi continued slowly. Data knew that under his visor Geordi was inspecting the yellow blush continuing to spread over Data's face. Data kept repeating to himself in his head that he didn't have feelings, but how could he explain what was happening to him in that moment.

"I..." Data began, his sensory processing chip being flooded with information it couldn't quite comprehend. Geordi leaned closer. Data's breathing function shut off for the second time that day. Suddenly Geordi gave him a quick kiss, right on the cheek, right on the blush they had worked so hard to give to Data.

"Yellow looks good on you," Geordi said as he pulled away. "Really lights up your aura." Data's mouth hung open as Geordi walked away, for once at a complete loss for words.

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felrend · 10 months

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Alva telling Aloy about all the spicy data she found

#horizon forbidden west #aloy #alva #data besties #nora #Quen #I think this would be so cute #them talking about fan fics #fluff just destroys them #hahahaha #head canon #screen shots

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deartoru · 1 year

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i have a headcanon that childe doesn't know how to kiss, like AT ALL

the first time he ever gives you a kiss on your cheek or forehead, it's like kissing a vacuum. he leaves giant marks all over your face and they're dark purple too.

ofc he eventually learns how too but i think he's cuter like this <33

#💭.thot #val screams into the void #i had this thought in the middle of a data science final and i tried so hard not to laugh #childe x reader #childe fluff #childe tartaglia ajax #childe x you #childe x y/n #how to do i tag #lord help me #and my brain-dead thoughs #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader

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pekoeboo · 9 months

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finally feel like I'm at a point where I can share this idea!!! so @cookieg122 and I have been working on an AU for a few months now that's a pretty big departure from the Minecraft stuff we've been working on, as it's more of a fully-original concept instead ;o;

this story has a proper name, as well!! titled Codename: IRIS, the plot centers around a younger Khalan, who gets into gaming as a form of escape from his abusive home life and the stress of moving to a new country/big city. but he quickly finds out that the game console he was gifted actually houses a seemingly-sentient AI - of which he names Aya.

the two go on adventures through various video games to stop a different, malevolent AI that's threatening to corrupt the virtual world; all while utilizing futuristic VR technology to do so. but they also take breaks sometimes with more typical PC gaming and meet Antony along the way, who ends up being a sort of "guide" for Khalan (as the kid is pretty new to video games as a whole) :'0

unfortunately, the virtual threat does end up spreading to the real world as well, which pushes Khalan and Aya (who can move freely between the game console and his phone) to solve challenges within the city itself in a race against the clock to stop the threat - just as long as Khalan manages to get back home in time before his dad finds out;;

there's so much more to this story that I can't really cover in just a single post, but I felt like it was finally time to at least reveal the basics of this concept to y'all!! it's been a lot of fun to re-imagine these characters within a "real life" setting (taking place in an alternate version of Earth in the year 203X), though it's still very sci-fi at its core, lol.

anyway! that's all I can really share for now! hope y'all like ;0;

Aya Armas belongs to @cookieg122. please do not remove caption or repost. also on deviantart

#oc #khalan al shariq #khalan #antony papadopoulos #aya armas #cookieg122 #codename: iris #yeah i know i have way too many projects right now #but i can't help it #the ideas just keep Happening #kjghdfkdf #really love this story a lot tho;; theres so much happening and its a lot of Pain but also fluff #the best combo honestly #also lol just realized like. the mention of AI here might be taken the wrong way because of the current Debates over such a thing #we're definitely going for a big sci-fi approach here where it's like #AI as an Entity and not just some data-combing algorithm that emulates and regurgitates what it's being fed #so our approach is more like how robots tend to be utilized in sci-fi i guess :0 #hope that clears some things up

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sourb0i · 6 months

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Wrote a short little Data one-shot

#my writing #my fanfiction #star trek #star trek fan fiction #tng data #tng geordi #fluff and humor

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toomuchracket · 3 months

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#my reblog ratio is down a bit #is the fluff just getting repetitive?#i'm genuinely curious #there's no other way to check data #and i find it fascinating #mads muses

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ambassadorarlert · 2 months

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#vote and rt bc im trying to collect data #text post #armin arlert #attack on titan #armin imagine #armin fluff #armin smut #armin x y/n #armin x reader #armin x you #armin x black reader

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year

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Pottery with Data

Data x gn!reader (platonic)

I thought I posted this but I guess I didn't so *shrug* Two Data fics in one night congrats

Warnings: none, just fluff

Word Count: 1884

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The holodeck looked like the epitome of an old Earth pottery studio. Sinks sat against the wall with deep, stainless steel basins. A table for kneading dough, another for making slabs. In the center were several throwing wheels, set up with stools and buckets of water. Hooks near the entrance held already-dirty aprons, covered in dried clay and flecks of glaze.

Data seemed confused by the state of the aprons. He wondered why you were using them, rather than asking the holodeck to produce clean ones. You said it was easier to get messy if there wasn’t a struggle to keep everything clean. He filed the response away in his databanks to think about later. You rolled up your sleeves. He followed suit.

You cut off even parts of clay, one for him and one for yourself, with a thin wire. You balled it up by hitting it with the palm of your hand. He followed suit. You showed him how to knead the clay against the wooden table to remove any trapped air bubbles. It wasn’t necessarily difficult for him to do, it was just different. It took a moment for him to understand how much strength to use, how to move his body with the action, how to fold and wedge the clay together correctly. Where you seemed to struggle against the substance, he found it only took a small amount of strength to manipulate.

Set up right across from one another at the throwing wheels, you taught him how to slam the clay into the center of the wheel so it stuck, and consequently how to center it. You told him how to form his hands and keep his elbows supported on his legs, how to press the foot pedal to make the wheel spin and at what speed, how to form the clay into a volcanic shape and press it back down into a stubby cylinder. He watched with deep interest as you worked with different tools - the water from the bucket, a sponge, scrapers and wooden ribs - to form a small cup. You were, in the human sense, a ‘natural’. It was like watching a master craftsman at work.

Data took in all the info thrown at him like a sponge. Attempting to act on it all, however, was proving to be a challenge. Despite his attempts, the cup continued to collapse in on itself. All the while, you were working on a second ball of clay to make another vessel.

He sat back after a few attempts, looking down at the wet clay mixture stuck to his bioplast. “I seem to be unable to build a stable form.” His yellow eyes locked onto you, his expression a vague facsimile of confusion. “I have calculated the integrity of each shape, and account for all possible factors, yet they continue to fall apart.”

Your wheel came to a stop, a half-formed bowl sitting in the center. With hardly a thought, your hands scraped any thick excess onto the protective plastic rim of the wheel, and wiped what thin layer was left behind onto your apron.

He watched as you stood from your stool in a way that reminded him of how Commander Riker sat down. You lifted the wooden bat off his wheel. With all the patient casualty of someone who has done this before, you quickly wedged a new ball of clay for him and returned to his wheel with a new bat. Once he was settled with a fresh canvas, so to speak, you pulled your stool over to watch.

You smiled and nodded to the new lump of clay. “Show me.”

With a nod, Data did as you taught him. He lifted up the ball and slammed it back down into the center of the wheel. He centered it, brought the wheel to an appropriate speed, and tried to replicate your actions to form a cup. However, as he tried to form the walls of the vessel, it collapsed. He stopped the wheel and looked to you for guidance. Somewhere in his programming, he was surprised when you weren’t irritated or upset with him for ‘messing up’.

“I think it’s because you’re moving too fast.”

“How does speed factor into the structural integrity? I made sure to rotate the wheel at precisely one hundred revolutions per minute as you demonstrated.”

Somehow, despite his pale skin and bright eyes, you forgot he was an android, capable of thousands of calculations per second. With his hands dirty, wearing a ratty apron over his Starfleet uniform, it was so easy to forget.

“Pulling the clay too fast can make it lose its center and become unstable,” you began explaining, using your hands to describe what you were talking about, “or air left in the clay if you don’t work it enough, or too much water from working it too much - it’s a delicate balance.”

He tilted his head slightly, taking in this new information. “And decreasing my speed will help prevent such errors?”

“It’ll help, but I think you’re focused too much on the end result.”

“Is the act of ‘throwing’ pottery not to create a utilizable form, such as a cup or vase?”

You chuckled lightly, nodding. “Yes, at its barest definition.” His eyes followed you with interest as you took his bat again. You cut the clay off their bases with the wire and kneaded them back into balls. “It’s also about patience,” you explained.

You placed one bat onto his wheel and moved the pedal under your own foot. As the wheel spun, you used one of your scraping tools to remove the excess material. You did this with the next wooden bat as well, but you left it on his wheel to be used. The other was set aside near your wheel. You grabbed one of the balls of clay and centered it for him.

“It’s hard to explain, but you need to feel the clay beneath your fingers. You have to feel what you want it to become. You can’t just see what you want to make, you have to know how to manipulate the clay to become that object.”

Data frowned, though he did not seem truly upset. “I cannot feel,” he reminded you. His voice was neutral. It was a statement of fact, nothing more. “Is it possible to make pottery if I am incapable of feeling, like you described?”

Your body reacted immediately to the thought. Your eyes widened and you sat forward, leaning toward him, as if you were telling him a secret. “Of course you can! You just need a little help, is all.”

Set on a mission, you moved your stool behind Data’s. He watched, confused, as you settled in to reach your arms out from under his, hands cupped behind his own as a guide. Your chin rested on his shoulder, though due to his height your vision was obscured. Undeterred, you nodded as best you could to the foot pedal and he used his foot to shift it back into place.

It was admittedly awkward at first, at least for you. Not because of your proximity to the android, nor because you could feel the systems in his body humming against you as they worked to keep him functional. Rather, it was awkward because you couldn’t see, and had to work by feeling his hands’ positions to know what to do next.

Still, you slowly helped him form the clay into a conical shape, and then pressed it back down into a stout cylinder. A few times, to be absolutely sure you removed any lingering air bubbles, and you helped him build the vessel proper.

Your hands moved with his as fluently as speaking. You both formed the walls, evened out the bottom, and rounded the rim of the cup. Your head rested against his back as you helped him - the blind leading the blind. It felt like mere moments, not nearly 30 minutes, before the wheel was coming to a stop and you were finally allowed to see the fully thrown piece.

Maybe it wasn’t perfect. Maybe it was ever so slightly uneven. Maybe the walls weren’t an exact 90 degrees all the way up. But it was beautiful.

You were beaming as you showed Data how to use one of your tools to scrape away the excess at the bottom of the cup. You practically skipped as you took the bat off and danced it over to a shelf with other projects, covered in plastic bags.

“Now we just have to wait for it to dry a little, and then you can trim it, and glaze it,” you were rambling as you excitedly grabbed your own cup and placed it next to his. “And then we can fire it in the kiln!”

And then your shoulders fell. With your back turned to him, he could not fully decipher how your mood had changed, nor could he reason why it changed. When you turned back to him, you looked sad.

“I forgot to mention before…” you murmured. It took you a moment to gather the courage to go on. With a deep breath, you finally met his eyes again. “You can make anything in here, and you can glaze it with a thousand different glazes, and you can fire it and hold it, but… You can’t take it back to your room, or display it or use it.”

Ah, that’s what was troubling you. Of course, during his extended stay in this room, he forgot about the limitations of the holodeck. Everything was simply a hologram, projected into the room. But the moment something was out of the projector’s range, it was nothing.

“I do not mind,” he assured you.

“But…” Your words died in your throat.

He seemed to understand what you were about to say. “The act of creating does not necessarily have to be for utilization or decoration. While it is common practice to create works of art as a means of displaying them, I have also discovered - and as you have taught me - the act of creation is in itself art. You yourself said that to create pottery, you have to ‘feel what you want it to become,’ and that creating an object that can be used is the ‘barest definition’ of pottery. By your own teaching, you have shown that making the art is overall more valuable than the art itself.

“By saving the simulation at specific intervals as you create your work, you are capable of displaying your works in here as they are made. Should I wish to, as you might say, ‘show off’ my creations, all I would need to do is load the latest save. After all,” he nodded to the shelf full of clay creations behind you, too full to have all been made in one day, “you are already creating a collection of pottery. All you would need is a shelf especially for displaying your art, which the holodeck can create for you.”

Your shoulders sagged, but this time with relief rather than disappointment. You smiled. The environment returned to its warm, comfortable atmosphere. Already, you were imagining shelves along the walls for displaying artwork.

And front-and-center to it all would be Data’s first cup.

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