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lemx-n · 3 years ago

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Mi Estrella || Camilo x F!Reader

Words: 2100

18+ dni

Definition: Y/n Castillo always has a stoic face on, speaks in almost whispers, a complete opposite of Camilo Madrigal. The boy wonders why the girl always seem 'emotionless'.

"You can be yourself around me."

"You don't understand Camilo, I don't want to hurt you

Inspired by: A splash of paint and a wave of emotions (Bleepiebloopie on AO3)

Chapter 2 [rewrite]

Previous: Chapter 1

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Y/n is cooking dinner by herself while checking the wall clock constantly, her brothers will be here soon. For more information about them, their names are Alejandro, Orlondo, Jacinto, and Raymundo and they are quadruplets, 8 years older than her.

The girl bites her lip recalling what happened earlier. She defended Camilo Madrigal and got asked by him to be his friend and she agreed without a thought. Y/n lightly slaps herself. Maybe it's because she doesn't want to come off as rude.

Y/n has a reputation, the majority of it is her being secretly evil. Perhaps she needs someone to be friends with to debunk the rumors. But it's Camilo, Alma Madrigal's first grandson, she was supposed to not get any contact with any of the Madrigals. She cursed herself.

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✰Chapter 2✰

End It

The front door creaks open, signaling Y/n who just finished setting up the table that they're here. "Hola hermanita!" Jacinto greeted. The girl greets back, sitting down on her seat, "By the way, I placed Mirabel's delivery to you in your room Jacinto." Raymundo gasps, "You cooked my favorite! Thank you Y/n." sitting down on his seat as well. He looked stressed and tired but Y/n decides not to ask him about that now.

The Castillo siblings eat peacefully with a little bit of chatting about their day. Y/n keeps zoning out because of her thoughts invading her mind. "Y/n? What's wrong?" The eldest of the quadruplets, Alejandro, asked. Y/n's hands shake nervously. "Y/n, calm down." Orlondo said while giving her a dirty look.

Y/n is alarmed and quickly takes deep breaths. She then quietly clears her throat, "I have a friend now." She mumbled. Alejandro nods, "That's nice, as long as you control yourself, it'll be okay." He gives a small smile, happy that there's someone outside the family who accepts her, "So, what's their name?"

Y/n gulps, fiddling with her skirt, "Camilo." "Camilo what?" "Camilo Madrigal."

The sounds of utensils hitting against the plates stop, and all 4 pairs of eyes stare at her with shock. Orlondo looks at her with an enrage look, "What the hell Y/n? Didn't Señora Madrigal tell you to not go near any of her descendants or else we'll get banished from this place!?" "Orlondo, shut it." Alejandro retorted in his usual quiet tone like Y/n's.

He reverts to the girl, "Y/n, you must end your friendship as soon as possible, much better if it's tomorrow. I understand if it's hard for you and find another friend but it's for the best." Y/n nods with her head hung low, "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking right." After all that, the siblings went back to eating before their food gets cold.

It is now morning and it's one of the days when Y/n helps all of her brothers, each of them are a librarian, a market stall owner, a tailor, and a farmer. This is hectic for the poor young girl.

She's at the library, for now, arranging books on their correct shelves subsequently catching a glimpse of her once favorite book as a child, it's a (favorite genre) story.

Suddenly, someone taps her shoulder, "Hola amiga!" A familiar voice beamed in delight.

Y/n flinches at the word 'amiga'. Remembering her brother's advice, she must end it now yet Camilo grins, "You like this book too? I saw you gazing at it, looks like we have something in common. By the way, are you free? We can talk about it."

"No, I'm busy." Y/n bluntly said, hoping Camilo will stop looking at her with joy but oh boy was she wrong. "I see, want me to help you? A friend will help a friend you know?" He keenly asked, "And I can see you're struggling a bit 'cause you're still holding your fan."

In the corner of Y/n's eyes, she catches sight of Alejandro at his circulation desk. She can feel his eyes on her silently telling her to immediately end it. Without waiting for her answer, Camilo sets the remaining books in the box in their right places, in a short time too, "All done! Now, what do you say if we'll go eat ice cream and just talk? I'll pay." He grins from ear to ear.

Alejandro observes the two, the way Camilo looks at his sister is different, sure some others stare at her with admiration, maybe it's because he is her friend. Y/n's only friend.

Though Alejandro always thinks about what's best for his siblings, he's hesitant about this. Sure he often has a stoic face on, but he has a sensitive heart. Quickly, he stands up to walk toward them.

Y/n sighs, not aware of the sounds of footsteps, "Camilo, I have something to say to you." "Have fun." Her brother said from behind her. Y/n jumped at the sudden voice making Camilo in front of her quietly laughs. "Alejandro?" She tilts her head in confusion. "I believe that you can control your emotions. Maybe if Señora Madrigal sees that you're not that dangerous, she'll allow it." He murmured so that only Y/n can hear. Then, he walks back to his desk.

"What was that?" Camilo asked with a puzzled look. "That's my brother, he just told me a few things." Y/n replied.

The boy rubs the back of his head, "So, about my offer of going outside to get ice cream." Y/n nods, walking to the exit with Camilo.

When they're outside, a group of children swarms around Camilo. "Hola Camilo! Wanna play hide and seek with us?" Alejandra asked, the other kids eagerly nods at him hoping he would say yes. "Ay, sorry children, but I'm hanging out with my friend here." Camilo gestured to her with a big grin on his face, without saying her name because he is not sure if she wants him to. Y/n wonders if his cheeks get hurt by smiling so much but she shrugs it off.

They seem hesitant at going near her, until one unaware girl with twin braided hair walks up to her, "I love your dress! My name is Cecilia, what's your name miss?"

Y/n replies, "I'm Y/n Castillo." "You're the quiet girl right!?" The coffee kid named Juancho asked in a rambunctious voice. "Can you teach me how to walk gracefully like you?" Another kid butted in. "Why are you covering your face?"

"Alright alright, that's enough." Camilo slowly pulls them away from Y/n. "We'll play next time okay?" He gives them a thumbs up but they just groan, "Please please please please? Only one round?" All of them clasped their hands together as they pulled a puppy-eyed look.

Camilo purses his lips, looking at Y/n for approval or not. The girl says, "I don't mind." The kids jump in joy, "Come play with us too Y/n!" One of them grabs her wrist. Y/n clenches her teeth, she always panics when someone is touching her but she never shows it.

They drag the two to somewhere that has many hiding spots. Camilo raises his hand, "I'll be the seeker." He went to a wall to start counting. The kids and Y/n instantly sprint to their spot.

Luckily for Y/n, she is great at hiding. Hide and seek was always her favorite game especially if she was the hider. She finally founds a spot that has a dog/cat in it. She's a big dog/cat person so she begins to pet it. She awes when they start leaning onto her gentle hand.

"Aren't you a cute little fella?" She cooed.

Meanwhile, with Camilo, he found all the kids. He keeps searching for Y/n, it's been 10 minutes yet there's still no Y/n has been found.

He moves to the other side of a building where he hears soft tittering. Camilo peeks behind a cart and there he finally sees Y/n playing with an animal. He thought he saw fireflies around her but he guessed it was just his hallucination due to a long time of seeking.

Though Camilo was about to scare her, he decided not to. She looks so gentle right now and her giggling feels like music in his ears that he can't help but let out a sigh and continue to stare at her.

A few minutes later, he realizes what he's doing right now is creepy. He cursed himself before showing himself to the girl. He chuckles, "Found you."

Y/n didn't care that she just lost, instead her main focus is on the dog/cat. Camilo frowns, "Hellooo? Are you ignoring me?" He waves his hands frantically.

"Sorry Camilo, but she's just so adorable." Y/n scratches its head as it wags its tail/purrs.

Running footsteps can be heard, scaring the animal, it runs away. Y/n pouts, "There she goes." She mumbled.

"Hahaha! We finally found you Y/n!" The kids laugh. Camilo waves his finger at them in a teasing manner, "Nuh-uh, I found her first!" They just stick their tongue out at him. Camilo continues, "Now, you said only one round, time to go to your parents." The kids obeyed and ran away, leaving the two teenagers alone.

Y/n pats off the dirt on her skirt. "Do you want to continue our hang out?" Camilo nervously grinned. "Mhm." Y/n nodded.

Camilo and Y/n are enjoying their ice cream together while sitting down on a bench near the market. The boy silently laughs at Y/n who still made an effort on blocking her face from him.

"I've never seen your face before." He whispered but it was enough for the girl to hear what he said. "I just don't want to show it." "Why?" "As I said before, it's too early to say it."

Camilo just nods, swallowing the end of his ice cream cone. "Hey, let's play a game." He said after Y/n finished her ice cream. "It's similar to hide and seek except I shapeshift as another person, while you try and find me." Camilo smirked. "And if I win?" "I'll give you some of my allowances and if you lose, you give me yours." Y/n being slightly competitive, she agreed. The boy stands up and runs to the crowd.

After Y/n counted to 20, she gets off the bench and start searching. Meanwhile, Orlondo is at his stall watching his sister from afar. He's quite mad that she's still with Camilo, but he decided not to make a scene in public.

Y/n looks from right to left, until she saw the back of an old lady. She slowly walks towards her and taps her shoulder. "Camilo." She said his name. The 'old lady's' lips parted as Camilo shifted back to himself, "H-How did you know so quickly?"

The girl just shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know, my guts just told me that it's you. Now your money." Her hand makes grabby movements as Camilo groans and gave her half of his allowance. Y/n laughs at his pouty face. This is the first time he hears her laughing but his hurt pride is stronger as he continues frowning.

Back to Orlondo, he tries to control his temper. Suddenly, he feels a hand on his shoulder, he turns and it was Alejandro. "She looks happy." He fondly smiled. Orlondo irks, "Yeah she does, but wasn't she supposed to end their friendship?"

"Yes, but I told her to have fun." He replied. "Are you stupid Alejandro?!" "Orlondo, don't shout in public." He scolded him but Orlondo disobeys, slapping his brother's hand off of him, "She might hurt him or anyone! I thought we already talked about that last dinner! Do you want us to be out in the cold again Alejandro?"

Alejandro stares at him menacingly, "I know, but I trust Y/n, don't you think it might drive her crazy when she has no communication outside the family? Maybe it can show people, especially Señora Madrigal that she is not a threat. Also, I just want to see her happy again." Orlondo just scoffs at him, "Yeah right, say that now. If something happens in the future, don't go crying alright?" He then begins to close his stall.

☼︎End of Chapter 2☼︎

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ladyfogg · 4 years ago

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May I? - 23/?

Fic Summary: Ensign Faith Diaz struggles to hide her mental illness from her fellow shipmates aboard the Enterprise until an intrigued Data goes out of his way to try to understand her behavior. At his insistence, Faith tries to figure out what she’s truly passionate about and eventually seeks the professional help she needs. Fic Masterpost.

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Data/Female OC

Warnings: tw: depression, tw: anxiety, fluff, friends to lovers, eventual smut

Screenshot by @geekygwen

Sharing a space with someone else was a new experience for Data. He had spent hours on end with Faith in the past, however, having her there with him after his shift or on his days off brought a new level of intimacy. His bed was now their bed and his quarters were now their quarters.

Her clothes hung in the closet next to his. He even had set up a terminal for her across the room from his and occasionally they worked together.

The transition did have a few minor inconveniences as sharing a space normally would. However, through communication, the two were able to establish boundaries. For example, Faith would pick up after herself and Data would not rearrange her belongings without asking.

All in all, it was a positive experience.

They had not told many people about the arrangement. Data had improved on keeping the details of their relationship private, limiting any questions to a select number of confidants.

With his and Faith's relationship on solid ground, Data turned his focus to his upcoming art show. The closer the date approached, the more it consumed his thoughts. He found himself having difficulty narrowing down which paintings to showcase as he had painted thousands over the years. Faith helped with the event details themselves, such as food, decorations, etc. It was turning into a wonderful joint effort between the two.

Data sat at his console, running diagnostics while simultaneously organizing his artwork yet again. He heard the door open and glanced up to find Faith entering their quarters.

"Ten Forward is looking great," she said. "Guinan took over decorating and kicked me out." When she saw him at his console, she sighed. "You were there when I left hours ago. Shouldn't you take a break?"

"You are well aware I do not need to rest." Data continued to work. "The show is twenty-two hours away and I have yet to decide on which paintings to display. Aside from the ones involving you, of course."

Faith crossed the room and moved to stand behind him. Her hands ran up his arms to rest on his shoulders. "There is such a thing as over-thinking, babe. You need a distraction."

"There is not much that can consume my thoughts enough to qualify as a distraction."

Data found his console blocked by Faith as she slid her body onto the smooth surface. Her legs moved to trap him between them, forcing Data to look up to meet her eye.

"I can think of one thing," she said with a flirtatious smirk.

Intrigued, Data studied her. "You are attempting to seduce me in order to take my mind off my problem."

"Correct." Faith cupped his face as she leaned forward, eyes shining with excitement. "Also, I believe making love in a work-like setting was on your list. Number thirty-two, right?"

"Thirty-three," Data corrected. "Thirty-two involved the armchair, remember?"

"Mmmm, yes I do."

When she kissed him, Data closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensation. He had grown used to the strange tugging feeling in his stomach when they touched and the way his hands seemed to move on their own accord, coming to rest on Faith's thighs.

Before they could go any further, however, Data found his mind too preoccupied. He drew back and gave her an apologetic smile.

"I am afraid it is not working."

Faith smiled back, running her hand through his hair. "It was worth a try. I figured it would be a long shot. Do you want me to leave so you can keep working?"

"I would rather you stay."

Faith slid off the console and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Whatever you need."

Data returned to work. "I would appreciate your input on the pieces for the show."

"Of course! Did you narrow down which ones you want to focus on?"

"I have settled on one-hundred and twelve possible paintings and combinations."

Faith blanched. "You might want to pair it down a little further."

"I am aware."

"Have you tried laying them out and looking at them?"

"I do not understand how that will help."

Faith smiled at him while she stroked his hair. "I know you have your lists running through that amazing mind of yours, but an art show is about visuals. So, maybe you should choose based on that."

Data had not considered such an approach. "It is worth a try."

He stood and the two of them went into the next room. Every surface aside from the bed had paintings either propped up on or leaning against it. Each time Data thought of a painting, he had taken it out of storage and the result was a room filled with various works of art.

As Faith spread the potential paintings around, Data studied them closely. All he could see were the change in techniques. How his style shifted each time he studied another artist or how the colors changed when he focused on color theory.

Remembering Faith's comment about visuals, he concluded that style and color were not exactly what she had been referring to. So he focused on the subjects instead. Once he began following that train of thought, he started to move the paintings around himself.

Faith stepped back and let him work as he picked up speed. Eighteen minutes later, he stopped, taking a few steps back.

Without realizing it, Data had selected paintings of his friends and family. He stared at the collection of faces, reliving his memories of each one.

In the beginning were Dr. Soong and his wife; his parents whom he had never really gotten to know. There was one of Lore, his brother and rival, yet no less a part of Data than anyone else.

Commander Riker followed, someone who Data looked up to and came to think of as one of his closest friends. Lieutenant Worf, Wesley, Dr. Crusher, were showcased as well. He had learned so much from each of them and cherished their friendships. Guinan and Counselor Troi had been instrumental in his growing relationship with Faith. Their advice and wisdom was something he would always value.

Captain Picard's place among the collection was well-earned. He was not only Data's captain but had advocated for him when no one else would. Without him, Data had no doubt he would not be where he was.

Spot was no less important than anyone else. Through his cat, Data had learned to take care of another being. Geordi was his first and best friend. Data had come to think of him as family and hoped the sentiment was returned.

At first, Data had hesitated to include Tasha due to their intimate history. However, she was and always would be special to him and Faith knew of their past. When he first told her, they spoke for hours about Tasha. Data felt if Tasha were still with them, she and Faith would have been fast friends.

Lal stared up at him from the painting, captured exactly as she had been when she was alive. Data still had her memories and accessed them from time to time. The idea of creating another android child had not left him, though it was a discussion he and Faith would have to have when they were further along in their relationship.

The final paintings were of Faith. The first one of her he had even done, leading up to the stars one he had shared with her weeks ago.

As Data was studying his work, Faith came up next to him and slipped her arms around his waist.

"I love it," she said.

"Does this look visually pleasing?"

"It's more than that. It's beautiful to see all the people who made a difference in your life."

"Then, these are the paintings I will display."

Faith beamed up at him. "I'm so proud of you."

The way her face lit up as she looked at him gave Data that feeling again and he bent his head to kiss her.

"I must go relieve Commander Riker from the bridge, and you must sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day for both of us," Data said.

"Don't remind me. My brain is already spinning with everything that still needs to get done."

"I shall make you your tea before I leave. Do you wish for me to stay until you fall asleep?"

"No, no. I'll be okay. Besides, you have duties to attend to."

Data replicated Faith's evening tea while she changed into her sleep clothes. Once she climbed into bed, Spot slunk out from behind the chair where she had been hiding and took her usual place at Faith’s feet. It pleased Data to see his cat warm up to Faith so much.

"Thank you, babe," Faith said, taking the teacup from him. "If I'm not awake when you get back, feel free to wake me. I have some diagnostics I have to run before preparing for the show."

"Faith, you should set aside downtime for yourself as well. I appreciate all your help but I have noticed you have not properly rested in many weeks."

“What do you mean? I’m sleeping better than I have in years.”

“Sleep is not always the same as resting.”

With a sigh, Faith leaned back against the headboard, hands clutching her steaming mug. "Deanna said the same thing. I agree but I just don't know what I could do to take my mind off things."

"Perhaps we can spend time on the holodeck."

"Yeah but what program? My mind is blank."

"I can create a program for you if you trust me."

Faith smiled softly. "With my life. I'm sure I'll love whatever you come up with."

"Then I shall do so." He leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "Goodnight, mi alma."

"Goodnight, babe."

Data began creating said program by the time he left their quarters. He wanted it to be perfect, not just because he cared about Faith but because she had been such a big help with the show.

When he arrived at the bridge, Commander Riker smiled at him. "There he is! How is the planning for the art show going?"

"Very well. Faith helped me decide which artwork to display."

"That girlfriend of yours is a gem." Riker stood to allow Data to take the captain's chair. "You're a lucky man."

"Thank you, Commander. I believe so too. Will you and Counselor Troi be able to attend the show?"

Riker smiled wider and clapped him on the back. "Wouldn't dream of missing it."

As he turned to go, Data realized he would like Riker's advice on helping Faith relax. "Commander, may I ask you a question of a personal nature?"

Riker stopped, his eyebrow quirked in amusement. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

Data stepped closer and lowered his voice to avoid others overhearing. "I have offered to create a holodeck program to help Faith relax. As you are aware, it has been a stressful time for her and she has difficulty resting when she’s not working. What would you suggest?"

"A program is all well and good, Data, but what Faith really needs is shore leave. She needs time off the ship and not spent in a crashed shuttle or being held captive."

"It is difficult enough to convince her to take time off on the Enterprise. It will be a task to get her to leave the ship."

"Well, I assumed you'd go with her. You both have plenty of personal shore leave available and you deserve a romantic vacation."

Data could follow Riker's logic. "That is an interesting idea. I shall work on that for the future as it will take some planning. In the meantime, what would you suggest for a holodeck program?"

"Sunset dinner on the beach," Riker said without hesitation. "Soothing, romantic, and leaves room for a moonlight swim if you catch my drift." He winked.

Data did not but he assumed the commander was referring to something intimate. "I see. Thank you, Commander."

Riker gave him another pat on the back and a smile before he took his leave.

Data had to switch his focus to his duties but kept building Faith's program in the back of his mind. His subroutine had specific perimeters for showing appreciation. He needed to put as much work into thanking Faith as she had put into helping him. He had often heard from his various male colleagues that anticipating their partner’s needs or showing adequate appreciation was difficult in a relationship. Data had thought as much for some time but that was no longer the case. As his and Faith’s relationship progressed, he found it easier to do so. His urge to make sure she was happy and healthy outweighed most anxieties about failing. Most. Not all.

His shift was routine and once it was over and Captain Picard arrived to relieve him, Data returned to his quarters. Faith was still asleep when he returned, which pleased him. True to her earlier statement, she had been sleeping for longer, uninterrupted periods of time which he knew was good for her overall well-being.

As he sat beside her, he admired her relaxed features. He appreciated seeing her void of the anxiety that so often took hold. Sometimes when she thought he was not paying attention, she would let her anxiousness show and her forehead would crease with worry. It was those times that Data was concerned about. With many good things happening around her, it made him curious about what could still be plaguing her ever-working mind. Counselor Troi had explained to him that anxiety and depression did not simply disappear because things were going well. But when Faith slept, Data noticed that was all gone.

He reached out to stroke her wavy hair. A moment later, she stirred, opening her eyes and giving him a sleepy smile. "Good morning." Her voice was soft and hoarse.

"Good morning, Faith. You asked me to wake you when I returned."

She gave a large yawn and a stretch. "I did, didn't I?"

Data could tell sleep was not leaving her as quickly as it usually did. "Perhaps you should remain resting. No one would fault you for taking advantage of the time."

"But, I have diagnostics…"

"Are they urgent? Do Geordi or the captain need them today?"

"Well, no."

"Then go back to sleep." Data readjusted the blanket. "You can run them later."

She pondered his response before giving him a sly smile. “Or you can slide into bed with me and we can make out a little.”

Data was intrigued by her switch in priorities. He had known sex and physical contact could distract humans but it was interesting to witness it firsthand. Faith was quite driven and focused when it came to her work, but it seemed the thought of being sexual with Data was enough to change her mind about continuing her rest.

He saw no reason to deny her request and found the idea acceptable. He stepped out of his shoes before sliding into bed with her. Once settled, he pulled her close. When their lips met, she no longer had any traces of sleep. Her body curled around his, her hands clinging to the front of his uniform. Per his program, his eyes closed while he kissed her and he focused on using his other senses. Her smell invaded his nostrils and the way her mouth moved against his activated his sexuality program. However, since Faith had not specified whether or not she wished to engage in intercourse, he shut the program down.

“I love kissing you,” Faith mumbled, her sleep-addled brain making her more vocal about her feelings than she normally would be so early in the morning. “I can kiss you for hours.”

“While physically I will be able to do so, I do not believe you will.”

She chuckled, peppering his lips with kisses. “I can try.”

Data knew she was being facetious so he let the comment go without discussing exactly why that would not be advisable. He cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply, the way he knew she liked. At least, he concluded she appreciated such action. Her pulse tended to race faster and she often let out a small noise of appreciation.

The results were instantaneous. Faith clung to Data even tighter, throwing her leg over his hip. He may have shut down his sexuality program a bit prematurely…

Before they continued, however, Data wished to discuss with her the idea of taking shore leave. Since she was so obviously relaxed, he thought she may be more agreeable to the idea in such a state.

“Faith,” Data said in a hushed voice when she pulled away to catch her breath. “May I ask you a question?”

“Now?” Her response was not said with any annoyance or malice. It was more of a whine as she attempted to kiss him again.

Data gently stopped her. “I realize my timing may interrupt our current intimate session, however, I promise it is relevant.”

“I was only teasing, Data. Of course you can ask your question. What’s on your mind?”

“While our duties on the Enterprise do not allow us to indulge in such intimate activities on a regular basis, I was wondering how you would feel about taking shore leave with me sometime in the near future.”

Faith pulled back to look him in the eye. “You want to take a vacation with me?”

“Is that not an activity most couples participate in?”

“It is. I’ve just never been on vacation with someone I’m dating. And the thought of taking shore leave always makes me feel so guilty. I mean, the Enterprise—”

“Can function without us for several days. It has done so numerous times in the past when neither of us was on board.”

She pursed her lips as she usually did when Data made a valid point. He allowed her to take her time answering, not wishing to rush the process or put pressure on her answer. “I’ll definitely consider it,” she concluded after a time. “It’s not that I wouldn’t love to have several long uninterrupted days with you in a comfy bed somewhere tropical. It’s just…” She trailed off.

“Is your anxiety a factor?”

Faith nodded. “I tried taking shore leave when I first joined Starfleet and for some reason, I could never relax enough to enjoy it. The guilt of being off having fun while my colleagues worked just felt wrong. it was always difficult to turn my brain off.”

“I do not believe humans can do such a thing. It is my understanding, that would be fatal.”

Faith chuckled, stroking his cheek. “Not literally. Figuratively,” she explained. “What I mean is, when I’m on vacation, I can’t help but worry about all the stuff I should be doing on the ship. What I could be helping with. It got to the point where shore leave made me more stressed than staying on board. So I stopped taking it.”

“Perhaps with me accompanying you, that can change,” Data suggested. “You do tend to lose track of time when we are in bed together.”

She gave him a sly smile as she drew closer once more. “Are you saying that I’ll be so distracted by your sexual prowess that I’ll forget all about the Enterprise?”

“When you phrase it that way, it does seem as though I was boasting,” Data realized. “I can assure you, that was not my intention.”

Faith chuckled and gave him a small peck on the lips. “I will take shore leave with you, but I’ll need some time in advance to get used to the idea. Is that okay?”

“I only wish for you to be comfortable and happy.”

“If you want me to be happy, kiss me again.”

Data obliged.

They did not spend much longer in bed as there were still many preparations to complete before the art show. Hours later, after Faith assisted Data with carefully packing his paintings and transporting them to Ten Forward, she stepped away to get herself ready for the show. Data did not know what she meant but was unconcerned. He set about putting the paintings on display himself, readjusting them to account for the flow of the room or certain lighting. Data had just put the finishing touches on his work when Guinan approached him.

“These look wonderful, Data,” she said with a proud smile. “Everyone is going to love them.”

“Thank you, Guinan. And may I say, you and Faith did a wonderful job with the decorations.”

Ten Forward had been transformed into an elegant art gallery. Faith had insisted on having what she called “finger foods” and various kinds of synthehol, all for the guests to graze at their leisure.

Guinan looked around. “This was mostly Faith. She was adamant about making sure your art show was ‘perfect’. Her word, not mine. Said she even researched what other art shows look like. She really cares about you, Data.”

“That is good to know. She is special to me as well.”

“It’s more than that,” Guinan said, linking her arm with his. ��Her feelings for you run deep. And while I know you are just developing feelings yourself, I want you to know how serious she regards her relationship with you.”

The tone of her voice led Data to believe her intentions were serious. He had known Guinan for some time and she would not make such a statement for no reason.

“I appreciate your concern,” Data said. “But you need not worry. I am serious about our relationship as well. In fact, Faith and I have been sharing quarters for some weeks now.”

Guinan actually looked surprised. “Really?”

Data nodded. “We did not want to tell many people as Faith values her privacy. I am learning to appreciate it as well. I am also eager to continue this relationship with Faith. She is…” He could not find a word sufficient enough to describe exactly what Faith was to him.

Thankfully, Guinan did not need him to finish his thought. She patted his hand, her smile widening. “I understand, Data. You better get ready. Your guests are going to be here shortly.”

There was not much left to do so Data took the time to do one more walk around the room, making sure his paintings were in the exact position to give them the best appearance. Eventually, Guinan opened the doors to Ten Forward, and Data’s friends and colleagues began to arrive.

To his surprise, a large number of people began to file in. He imagined if he was capable of feeling nerves, he would certainly be feeling so. Having others experience his creative endeavors tended to heighten his senses to a degree. He found himself focusing on their expressions and stances, trying to decipher what they thought of his work.

Geordi was among the first group of people to arrive. Data watched him walk through the show, admiring each of the paintings for a significant amount of time before approaching Data to congratulate him.

“Data, this is spectacular,” he said, giving his friend a smile. “I’m really proud of you, buddy.”

“Thank you, Geordi. I hope you do not mind that I included a painting of you in the show.”

“Not at all. I’m honored and touched. I think these are some of your finest work.” Geordi looked around. “Where’s Faith?”

“I do not know,” Data admitted. “She helped me bring the paintings down and then said she had to go get…” He spotted her the moment she walked in and almost lost his train of thought. “...ready.”

Faith looked stunning. She was not dressed in her Starfleet uniform or formalwear. She had opted for a dark blue sleeveless dress that hugged her curved frame. While the front did not dip as low as the dress Fajo forced her to wear, it still accentuated her breasts. When she turned to greet Counselor Troi, Data noticed the back of the dress dipped provocatively, stopping just above her lower back. The skirt of it folded around her long legs when she walked, occasionally showing off a smooth leg through a slit in the side. Her hair was pinned up in a simple style which highlighted her natural waves.

She was a vision of pure beauty.

Geordi followed Data’s gaze and smirked. “I’ll leave you to it,” he told his friend, before disappearing into the crowd.

Data did not notice him leave.

Faith caught Data staring and gave him a shy smile as she crossed the room to him. “Sorry I took so long,” she said, fidgeting with the dress. “I wanted to try something new and had to work up the nerve to actually leave our quarters.”

“Faith…” Data was speechless which was a strange feeling for him. “You look beautiful. I am honored you dressed so…” His eyes scanned her frame once more. “...exquisitely for my art show.”

“Well, it was more for you than the show.” She slipped her arm around his and smiled. “Shall we mingle then? Everyone seems so excited.”

Data had to admit, he found it difficult to focus on anything else with Faith on his arm. He found his gaze constantly drawn to the stray curl around her ear or the way the dress draped over her backside. Thankfully, she was more focused than he was and was able to draw his attention to those who were speaking to them. The compliments on his paintings came one after another. Person after person approached them to congratulate him on his work. His friends were each thrilled to be included.

At one point during the evening, when Faith was engaged in conversation with Beverly, Data slipped away from her to approach Captain Picard. He had seen the captain enter Ten Forward some time ago but had been reluctant to engage with him until he had time to study the paintings.

“Hello, Captain,” Data said, coming to stand by his commanding officer. “Thank you for taking the time to come to my show.”

“Data, I have to admit, I didn’t know what to expect when you told me you were putting together an art show,” Picard said. “This is wonderful. Seeing all of us depicted by your own hand is very moving.” They walked down the line together and Picard smiled at the image of him. “I will say, you could have at least made me look a tiny bit younger.”

Data recognized the light tone of Picard’s voice as a teasing one. “I shall keep that in mind for the future.”

At the painting of Tasha, Picard paused. Data recognized the sadness in his eyes. He often wondered how the Captain handled so many losses under his command. In the past, Data himself lacked the emotion to really dwell on such matters. But when Tasha died, that had changed. And now that he was with Faith, he could not imagine losing her in the same manner. It was a scenario he did not entertain.

When they reached Faith’s paintings, Picard’s demeanor changed to a lighter one. He gave Data a look out of the corner of his eye, his eyebrow cocked in amusement. “You and Ms. Diaz certainly have come a long way in such a short time.”

“Sir, do you think our relationship has progressed too quickly?” Data asked. “I had my concerns about such a thing but was assured we should move at our own pace.”

“Mr. Data,” Picard said, giving the android his full attention. “I may not know a lot on the subject but I do know this: love is love. It is going to happen whether we wait or jump right in. I envy you, Mr. Data. What you and Ms. Diaz have is special.”

“You are not the first person to tell me such a thing.”

“That’s because it’s true. We can all see it. And we’re all happy for you.” He gave Data’s shoulder a brief squeeze before pulling away. “Now, tell me about this one here…”

By the time the last of the guests left Ten Forward, Data was ready to retire to his quarters. He imagined he was as close to tired as an android could be. Talking to so many people in such a short time was a lot. But there was another reason he was eager to leave. The entire evening he had been watching Faith and planning how to show her his appreciation for everything she had done for him. Guinan offered to clean up and all but shooed Faith and Data from the room.

“That was wonderful!” Faith gushed as they stepped onto the turbo-lift. “Everyone loved your work. It was a magical evening. Some people even want to know when the next one will be. I don’t think I have the energy to even think about that let alone—”

Data silenced her with a deep kiss. Faith let out a noise of surprise, almost stumbling from the force of it until Data’s strong arm looped around her waist to catch her. He was overcome by a strange sensation pulsing through his body. When her mouth opened in surprise, he immediately slid his tongue past her lips. He could not understand it or contain it, causing him to kiss her with almost bruising force. Thankfully, he caught himself before he could accidentally hurt her.

When he drew back, she was panting, her brown eyes wide. “Where did that come from?” she asked, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Data’s eyes followed the movement. “I do not know. But I have been wanting to do that since the moment you stepped into Ten Forward.”

Faith smirked, slipping her arms around his neck. “Oh really? What else have you been wanting to do?”

The doors to the turbo-lift open and without warning, Data scooped her into his arms, making her squeal in surprise. "Data!"

He wanted to experience her sexually. Their intimate moments had become a comfortable and enjoyable part of their relationship which he looked forward to. It was not only because of the feelings that emerged during their time together but because of the closeness it provided.

Faith had shared a similar sentiment with him so he knew the feeling was mutual.

Feeling. It was strange for Data to use the term so frequently. Desire and happiness were the emotions he associated most with Faith. When they were engaged in intercourse, most of his background processes were shut down or filed away for later.

As he carried her down the hallway towards their quarters, his hand found a slit in her dress, coming to rest on her thigh. He touched the warmth and smoothness, wondering if it would feel different if his hands had human nerves.

Would his skin goose pimple like hers did? If he had a heart, would it race? He noticed her pupils dilated when she was aroused so he had adjusted his sexuality program to do the same when they were intimate. Faith had not mentioned it but he noticed she seemed to smile wider when it happened. Even then he saw it happen right before his very eyes.

“Faith,” he said as they approached their door. “May I make love to you again?”

“I want you to do more than that, Data,” Faith told him, her voice dropping into the low register she only used when they were intimate. “I can tell you’re feeling something and I want you to give into it. Don’t think. Don’t analyze. Just feel.”

The doors opened and Data carried Faith over the threshold. “I could not stop this feeling even if I tried.”

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porcelain-bjd-art-dolls · 4 years ago

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ART PRINTS, HOME DECO, DOLL PHOTOGRAPHY AND ILLUSTRATION

(en español debajo)

Hi everyone! Since 2018 I have been working in my spare time in some aside projects related to illustration. I draw since I have memory but after I became a dollmaker illustration and painting were set apart for a long time and now I am very slowly trying to recover that part of my soul. I have made some dolls with tattoos all over their bodies just for the satisfaction of drawing on the porcelain surface, but is not enough. I love to make dolls with all my heart and it is the most fullfilling form of art I could imagine, but after a long long time I barely touch a pencil just for quick notes and sketches I begin to felt something was missing and an oportunity to find it again appeared. A certain time ago I settled up a Society6 site and now also a Teepublic one. I am not really familiar with those print on demand webs and I am trying both to see how they work. If you know something about it I will gladly hear your advice. Society six has a wide variety of deco objects and Teepublic offers more variety of clothing. As first items I uploaded some tattoo designs, paintings and photography. The last one is an ink work, which I intend to upload in a color version as a next step and maybe as lineart for a coloring page later in my Etsy shop. Tattooed geisha girls are my very favourite motiff to do and those were in fact also the very first articulated artistic dolls we made!!! But if any of my designs are interesting to you please be patience, since I am still working in my dolls as an everyday job and only can find time to draw in some weekends. Of course that this designs can also be applied on a doll, most of them were made thinking precisely in my girls. Some are very very old, from 2006 more or less, others were finished last year. More info about each one could be find in a new Instagram only for them: https://www.instagram.com/paulinagravagno/I was wondering if after these years sculpting some of my drawing could change, and I feel now that is possible. But only more time drawing could tell me if really a noticeable change happened. Also, since 2019 I was collaborating as illustrator for a fantasy novel that you could find on Patreon. My husband use to write scripts for comic books ,some of the published here in Argentina, and fantasy and science fiction stories. For the moment it will be only available in spanish and it is in a kind of beta stage, it is still being corrected, but once it is completed it will be send for printing. More details about it could be find on the Patreon page cited. I made several drawings for it during the last two years. It was very challenging!!! Since Selvática, published in 2006, I did not draw anything under guidelines. And it happens just as with dolls, I do prefer to follow my customers guide and desires because that way I can explore new ways of expression and to expand my limits creating totally different characters. Everytime something seems difficult and unknown, everytime I push myself out of my comfort zone, something wonderful happens as a result and that is what I love from both forms of art over all :) Were to find them:

Society6 (prints, wall art, deco objects, tshirts)

Teepublic(same as above, but more clothing options and also stickers)

Instagram ¡Hola a todos! Desde 2018 he estado trabajando en mi tiempo libre en algunos proyectos paralelos relacionados con la ilustración. Dibujo desde que tengo memoria pero después de convertirme en muñequera, la ilustración y la pintura fueron apartadas durante mucho tiempo y ahora estoy tratando de recuperar muy lentamente esa parte de mi alma. He hecho muñecas con tatuajes por todo su cuerpo solo por la satisfacción de dibujar sobre la superficie de la porcelana, pero no es suficiente. Me encanta hacer muñecas con todo mi corazón y es la forma de arte más completa que pueda imaginar, pero después de mucho tiempo en el que apenas he tocado un lápiz solo para notas rápidas y bocetos, comencé a sentir que faltaba algo y una oportunidad para encontrarlo nuevamente apareció.Hace un tiempo instalé un sitio en Society6 y ahora también en Teepublic. No estoy realmente familiarizada con esas webs de impresión bajo demanda y estoy probando ambas para ver cómo funcionan. Si alguien sabe algo al respecto, con gusto escucharé sus consejos. Society Six tiene una amplia variedad de objetos decorativos y Teepublic ofrece más variedad de ropa. Como primeros artículos subí algunos diseños de tatuajes, pinturas y fotografías. El último es un trabajo de tinta, que tengo la intención de cargar en una versión en color como paso siguiente y tal vez como lineart para una página para colorear más adelante en mi tienda de Etsy. Las geishas tatuadas son mi motivo favorito y esa fue de hecho la inspiración para las primeras muñecas artísticas articuladas que hicimos. Pero si alguno de mis diseños les interesan por favor tengan paciencia, ya que sigo trabajando en mis muñecas de manera diaria y solo encuentro tiempo para dibujar algunos fines de semana. Por supuesto que estos diseños también se pueden aplicar en una muñeca, la mayoría de ellos fueron hechos pensando precisamente en mis chicas. Algunos son muy, muy antiguos, de 2006 más o menos, otros fueron terminados el año pasado. Se puede encontrar más información sobre cada ilustración en un nuevo Instagram solo para ellas: https://www.instagram.com/paulinagravagno/Me preguntaba si después de estos años de esculpir podría haber cambiado mi manera de dibujar y ahora siento que es posible. Pero solo más tiempo dibujando podría decirme si realmente ocurrió un cambio notable.Además, desde 2019 estuve colaborando como ilustrador para una novela de fantasía que podías encontrar en Patreon. Mi esposo solía escribir guiones para cómics, algunos de los publicados aquí en Argentina, e historias de fantasía y ciencia ficción. Por el momento solo estará disponible en español y se encuentra en una especie de fase beta, aún se está corrigiendo, pero una vez finalizado se enviará para impresión. Se pueden encontrar más detalles al respecto en la página de Patreon citada. Le hice varios dibujos durante los últimos dos años. ¡Fue muy desafiante! Desde Selvática, publicada en 2006, no dibujé nada bajo pautas. Y sucede igual que con las muñecas, prefiero seguir la guía y los deseos de mis clientes porque así puedo explorar nuevas formas de expresión y ampliar mis límites creando personajes totalmente diferentes. Cada vez que algo parece difícil y desconocido, cada vez que salgo de mi zona de confort, sucede algo maravilloso como resultado y eso es lo que amo de ambas formas de arte sobre todo :)

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Hyperallergic: Women of Color Find Their Rightful Place in the History of American Abstraction

Mildred Thompson, “Magnetic Fields” (1991) oil on canvas, triptych 70.5 x 150 inches (art and photo courtesy and copyright of the Mildred Thompson Estate, Atlanta, GA)

KANSAS CITY — Art history rarely gets it right the first time, but the established accounts of American abstraction that canonized particular artists before the paint on their work was dry, is proving particularly vulnerable to criticism. Whether due to a rejection of the staggering certitude of Greenberg’s formalism, the deep veins of racism/classism/sexism running through twentieth- century criticism and curation, or the closely guarded access to institutions of art, these historical narratives are undergoing an intensive curatorial corrective.

An important achievement towards this end is Magnetic Fields: Expanding American Abstraction, 1960s to Today, organized by the Kemper Museum of Art in Kansas City. The exhibition, generously funded by the NEA and the Andy Warhol Foundation, is on view through September 17, after which it travels to the National Museum of Women in the Arts in Washington, DC. According to the Kemper, this is the first museum exhibit in the US to show abstract artwork created exclusively by women of color. Stylistically varied and teeming with formal flights of bravura, the exhibit seems to engage the magnetic forces of the Mildred Thompson painting from which it takes its name.

Alma Woodsey Thomas, “Orion” (1973) acrylic on canvas, 60 x 54 inches (courtesy of the National Museum of Women in the Arts, Washington, DC. Gift of Wallace and Wilhelmina Holladay. © Alma Woodsey Thomas, photo by Lee Stalsworth)

Magnetic Fields follows closely on the success of the 2016 Women of Abstract Expressionism, at the Denver Museum of Art, which I viewed. That show was, in itself, a convincing challenge to the popular conception of Abstract Expressionism as a boy’s club. The well known 1950 Life magazine photograph of the Irascible 18, aka the New York School included only one woman, Hedda Sterne, who later would note that all the men were furious about her inclusion, thinking her mere presence would detract from the profound seriousness of their endeavor.

Installation view of Magnetic Fields Maren Hassinger, “Wrenching News,” (2008) (work on floor); Abigail DeVille, “Harlem Flag,” (2014) partial view of “Magnetic Fields” (1991) by Mildred Thompson (photo by the author for Hyperallergic)

The Denver show, which traveled to Charlotte, NC and Palm Springs, CA, featured mostly exemplary work by 12 women within the circle of the Abstract Expressionists. Of course, as in any broadly conceived group show, many were left out. Someday, for instance, I’d like to see Janet Sobel’s 1944 drip paintings — admired by Pollock and which Greenberg would later cite as the first instance of ”all-over” painting — placed within an Abstract Expressionist context. But it was an eye-opener to see the bold yet underappreciated works of Judith Godwin, Perle Fine, and other even less known women from the period.

Magnetic Fields opens my eyes even further, pointing out work by Alma Thomas, Mildred Thompson, and Howardena Pindell that could expand the Abstract Expressionist canon even further. To be clear, Magnetic Fields focuses on work from the 1960s to the present, but all three of these women were working in New York in the forties and fifties, in the abstract expressionist style, right alongside their better known colleagues. Like those in the Denver Museum exhibition, these artists struggled against derision from their male peers, lack of access to the art institutions, holding down multiple jobs with paltry wages, and the demands of raising a family.

Installation view of Magnetic Fields (left to right) Alma Thomas, “Orion,” (1973); Brenna Youngblood, “YARDGUARD” (2015); Mildred Thompson, “Magnetic Fields,” (1991) (photo by the author for Hyperallergic)

But add a history of racism — both insidious and blatantly overt — and the achievements of the 21 African American women in Magnetic Fields add some serious grit to the much mythologized heroics of Life’s portrait of the 17 men topped off by the rather lonely figure of Hedda Sterne. The courage, tenacity, and fortitude of these women are described in their stories and those qualities reverberate in the artworks on display. In a panel discussion at the Kemper, Lilian Thomas Burwell described her lyrical, shaped paintings in the context of her own family’s struggle during the Northern migration. In a 2006 artist statement, Pindell wrote of the small circular shapes comprising her mixed media abstractions, making a connection to childhood memories of strange red circles drawn on the bottom of root beer mugs “to designate that the glass was to be used by a person of color.” These small, confetti-like shapes comprise much of her work from the late seventies and early eighties. Here, in “Autobiography: Japan (Shisen-do, Kyoto)” (1982) they are combined with scraps of tickets, exhibition guides and other ephemera into a crusty, dimpled, and obsessively constructed self image.

It wasn’t until 1975 when Alma Thomas, who worked out of her kitchen for most of her career, became the very first black woman to have a solo show at the Whitney. She was 80 years old. The perseverance behind such stories continue to inspire the careers of the younger artists in Magnetic Fields. As the title of Mary Lovelace O’Neal’s monumental 1991 abstraction reads, “Racism is Like Rain, Either It’s Raining or It’s Gathering Somewhere.”

Mary Lovelace O’Neal, “Racism is Like Rain, Either It’s Raining or It’s Gathering Somewhere” (1993) acrylic and mixed media on canvas, 86 x 138 inches (photo courtesy of the Mott-Warsh Collection, Flint MI. © Mary Lovelace O’Neal)

Importantly though, resistance to the work on display here was not limited to the white community. The Black Arts Movement, formally established in 1965 by a group of politically motivated poets, artists, and musicians, had little use for abstract painting. Deeply connected to the Black Power Movement, BAM was committed to the artistic celebration and manifestation of “the goodness and beauty of Blackness.” Scholar and co-founder of the group, Larry O’Neal, wrote: “The motive behind the Black aesthetic is the destruction of the white thing, the destruction of white ideas, and white ways of looking at the world.” Abstraction, in the view of O’Neal and others in the arts movements, was a white idea. In EyeMinded: Living and Writing Contemporary Art, author Kellie Jones quotes Howardina Pindell’s description of an event in the late sixties: “I remember going with my abstract work to the Studio Museum in Harlem, and the director at the time said to me, ‘Go downtown and show with the white boys.’” Pindell added that William T. Williams and Al Loving met with the same kind of response. “We were basically considered traitors because we didn’t do specifically didactic work.”

Shinique Smith, “Whirlwind Dancer” (2014–2017) ink, acrylic, paper and fabric collage on canvas over wood panel 96 x 96 x 3 inches, collection of Leslie and Greg Ferrero, courtesy of David Castillo Gallery, Miami, (photo by E. G. Schempf; © Shinique Smith)

Fifty years later it is notable that, didactics or no, the work of these women can be said to express most vibrantly, “the goodness and beauty of Blackness,” as well as its enrichment of the larger visual culture.

Magnetic Fields: Expanding American Abstraction, 1960s to Today, continues at the Kemper Museum of Art (4420 Warwick Boulevard) Kansas City, MO through September 17.

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