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LOVE ME LIKE A SAILOR

relationship headcanons will riker x reader wc: 782 gif

first of all, will falls easily and he falls hard. there is no “she fell first, he fell harder” trope with will because he’s just kinda both sides of it. if you’re the one for him, he’s going to know it from the very first conversation. the first word. the first glance. he’ll pull out every trick in the book to get you to even want to talk with him - but hey, he shouldn’t use the word “trick.” he doesn’t want to just smooth talk you into bed. he wants you to want to keep him around.

dates with will riker are always great fun. he really has a gift for setting the mood exactly how he wants it. dates are grand adventures in the holodeck, relaxing outings on shoreleave, or intimate dinner in his quarters. will has an idea for every kind of date on the spectrum, and he quickly susses out which ones you favor the most.

he’s immediately and fiercely protective of you, even before you two are official. will isn’t one to get in some guy’s face for daring to talk to you - he values your freedom and choice and happiness, even if it isn’t with him. but he’s also an excellent judge of character, and if someone rubs him the wrong way, he’s keeping a close eye on them. will doesn’t want to interfere with your life, but he’ll be damned if he’s gonna stand by and let you get hurt.

generally just super proud of you and lets everybody know it. loves to boast about how smart and capable you are when the topic comes up. mentions your achievements and talks about it with a grin on his face. will 100% makes it a point to praise you in front of others - he knows how much his opinion matters aboard the enterprise, and makes sure that your peers respect you for the great officer he knows you are.

will is very attentive. he’s great with people, but with you, it’s as easy as reading a book. sometimes, he knows how you’re feeling even before you do. he’s going to notice if you start to withdraw, even in the slightest way. if you’re quieter than normal, or your eyes don’t light up when you look at him as they should. he’ll want to know what’s wrong immediately, and push for you to talk it out with him. will thinks he can fix any problem set before him, but sometimes, it isn’t an easy fix. he’s come to learn that sometimes, you just need him to hold you and listen.

his favorite thing in the world is making you laugh, and he does it so easily. and a lot of the time, he doesn’t even mean to. will riker can be bluntly honest sometimes, and his mouth has gotten him in hot water more often than not - but he’s always very happy to make you laugh, even accidentally. always acts kinda proud when his jokes land perfectly. or if he’s not in a great mood but ends up saying something that makes you laugh, it always lifts his spirits.

don’t think you can outkiss william riker. this man lives and breathes being able to just hold your face and kiss you deep. or holding your arm as you rush by, late for your shift, and he just plants a big kiss on your lips before releasing you. but will never really gets the upperhand a lot of the time - for someone so good at poker, he shows his hand so easily. will riker is a man desperate for a kiss and will do absolutely anything to get it.

arguments here and there are bound to happen. will has a very dominating and willful personality. he’s stubborn and temperamental. open-minded but proud. if he thinks he’s right, it takes a lot to change his mind and he doesn’t even really consider the possibility that he’s wrong until after he’s already lost his temper and you’re stomping out of his quarters. but will is not the type to let a fight fester and tensions sit. he’ll probably pout and isolate for a day or so, but he always comes back around. always tries to make up for his poor behavior. always makes sure you’re okay and apologizing for hurting you before really talking things through.

once will realizes you’re the one for him, that’s it. in his mind, he’s yours. he doesn’t automatically start thinking about marriage and having kids and settling down - there’s still so much he can do. but he just kinda accepts that he’s yours. that his future is with you, no matter how it might go. 

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Hey there! I love your writing so far! I was wondering if you would write a little something about Data and his partner choosing pet names for each other? I think it could be cute :)

Hello, I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing!

This is such a cute idea, and thank you so much for bestowing the honor upon me to write this lovely request!

I had a lot of different ideas for this, and couldn't settle on just one, so I decided to write this in the style of those "5+1" fics. I tried to choose older/more outlandish terms of endearment, in order to avoid potentially discarding a name that someone would actually want to be referred to by. Hopefully, I was successful in this endeavor (but my sincere apologies if not)!

The final nicknames I chose were based on Data's characterization, and what names I think would be most appropriate and fitting for him and his vocabulary. I'm not sure if anyone else will agree with these choices, but I hope they're still enjoyable.

Anyways, without further ado, here's the final piece! I'm so sorry for the wait, but I really hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it 😊

5 Times Data and His Partner Tried Out Pet Names (and the 1 Time They Stuck):

Although Data didn't quite understand the necessity for having a pet name for his partner, he did understand the appeal. It was another form of affection that couples demonstrated with one another; something special shared between both parties.

Frankly, Data hadn't even considered having a designated term of endearment for you. At least, not until Geordi and himself had discussed the subject after witnessing a couple in Ten Forward one evening using their chosen pet names.

"Why did Lieutenant Smith refer to his spouse as an overly saccharine pastry comprised of honey?" Data asked, bewildered at the exchange he just observed between the aforementioned crewmembers.

Geordi chuckled, "He didn't mean it literally, Data. He meant it as a pet name."

Data still looked at his friend quizzically, "'Pet name'?"

"Yeah, a term of endearment."

Finally, he understood, "Ahh."

"Don't you and your partner have pet names for one another?"

Data shook his head, "No, we do not."

Geordi raised his eyebrows above his VISOR, "Really?"

"Indeed...I did not realize this was a necessary aspect to couplehood."

"Well, it's not exactly 'necessary', but it is a fairly common thing between couples."

"Hm, I see..."

Later that night, while Data was running an internal diagnostic, analyzing the information he had collected during his Away Mission earlier that day, and reviewing the remainder of the day's events, he considered the conversation he had with Geordi. Should he have a pet name for you? If so, which one should he choose?

After some internal analysis, Data decided that yes, he did want to designate a term of endearment for you. He figured the best way to go about choosing a name would be to use a trial-and-error method of research:

First, he would conduct personal research about pet names. He would pay special attention to their connotations and popularity. Next, he'd construct a behavioral profile for you that he would then use to determine which pet names you would most likely appreciate. He would then test the chosen names by using them to refer to you. Additionally, he'd observe your reactions to each name, and internally record his observations. Finally, he'd compile all his collected data and analyze them to determine which term of endearment you appeared to enjoy the most.

The endeavor would prove to be more difficult than he anticipated.

1. Honeybun or Honeybunch

Since Lieutenant Smith and his spouse had initiated this experiment, Data felt it was only appropriate to test out their preferred pet name first. He tested it out a few days after he witnessed their interaction, one night while the two of you were snuggled up on his couch with Spot.

Data was sitting near one end of the couch, his body oriented straight ahead and away from you. You sat at the other end of the couch, facing Data. Your legs were stretched out across his lap, and one of his hands was draped along the arm of the couch. His other hand was affectionately rubbing your knee. Spot was curled up in your lap, purring loudly as you intermittently stroked her back while you spoke.

You were currently summarizing your day's events for Data, and he listened intently. His gaze was soft and adoring, and he was meticulously making internal notes about the way you gestured certain aspects for emphasis, how your chest shook when you laughed, and the way your lips curved upwards just a little higher when you returned his eye contact. Absentmindedly, he marveled at how beautiful humans and their behaviors were, and he wondered if he could ever come close to emanating that beauty himself.

After you completed your tale, you relaxed back into your corner of the couch, ready to answer the anticipated onslaught of questions from him. Once his queries were satisfactorily answered, it grew silent between the two of you, but comfortably so.

At this point, you were relaxed, and starting to succumb to the call of sleep. As your eyes started to droop, Data spoke softly, "Shall we 'hit the hay', Honeybun?"

Your eyes shot open. Now, you were wide awake, "What?"

"Your respiratory and heart rates have decreased by 3.7% in the last 4 minutes and 51 seconds, and you have been closing your eyes for intervals longer than necessary for blinking. You are demonstrating the initial stages of human sleep," he looked at you sweetly, "I believe it would be best if we went to bed now...Honeybun. You are welcome to spend the night in Spot and I's quarters."

You stared at him curiously for a moment, before you laughed, "Okay, honeybunch; let's go to bed."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise at your unexpected reciprocation of the pet name.

You carefully picked up Spot from your lap before slowly getting up. You and Spot made your way to Data's bedroom, but said android was still on the couch, processing your previous interaction.

Based on your expression and reactions, Data deduced that you did not particularly enjoy that nickname. However, did he enjoy being called a 'honeybunch'?

"You coming, honeybunch?" you called from his bedroom.

Again, Data reviewed the name, considering his perceptions towards it, before he grimaced slightly.

2. Snookums

The next time he tested a term of endearment on you was over a week later, during a double date between the two of you and the O'Briens in Ten Forward.

You and Data had arrived first, and were chatting idly as you waited for your friends to join you. Once Keiko and Miles arrived, you all greeted each other, and caught up briefly before Data got up to get everyone some drinks.

"I'll just have a plain ol' Irish ale," Miles said.

"Some tea would be lovely," Keiko added.

Data turned to you, "And what would you like, Snookums?"

Miles chortled softly, and Keiko lightly kicked him under the table, but she was holding back a smile herself.

Data, who was too focused on you and your reaction, thankfully didn't notice the O'Brien's' interaction. He studied you carefully, patiently awaiting your response.

You blinked, still processing the nickname, "Uhh just some water, please."

He nodded once, "I shall return in a moment with our beverages."

Miles watched Data walk away, waiting until he was out of earshot. Once satisfied with the distance between the three of you & Data, Miles then turned to you with a smirk, "'Snookums'?"

You raised your eyebrows and shrugged, "I have no clue where that came from...last week, he called me 'Honeybun'."

Again, Miles snorted.

"Miles!" Keiko scolded, "Don't be rude!"

He held up his hands in mock surrender, "I'm not! They're just...interesting choices for nicknames."

"I suspect he's up to something," you theorized, "This is probably related to some personal research he's conducting, or something. In any case, I'm sure it's just a phase," you hadn't been too concerned about this seemingly random development in his behavior, but you were curious as to its purpose. It was still a fairly recent alteration, so you figured you'd let him have his fun a bit more before you confronted him about it.

"Maybe he's trying to be more romantic," Keiko offered, "in his own way."

You pondered the thought, as you watched Data gather your drinks. He certainly was romantic, in his own way. You both had lunch together almost every day, something that he had insisted on. After he discovered the ancient invention of "Post-It Notes", he made it a habit to leave you handwritten notes with them throughout your office. Their contents varied, from jokes pertaining to your area of expertise to quotes from his favorite works of literature that reminded him of you. He even enjoyed reading some of his favorite novels and plays to you. These actions may not have been the kind of whirlwind, passionate gestures that most people equated to romance, but you knew they were his way of showing his fondness for you, and you loved them (and him) dearly.

You continued to watch him as he carefully placed everyone's requested drinks on a small tray that Guinan provided. You noticed how he was slightly more careful when placing your drink on the tray, and how he placed it in front of the others. You knew his actions were deliberate and calculated, but it still brought a soft smile to your lips.

"Maybe," you finally conceded.

"And maybe you should take some notes, Miles," Keiko teased her husband.

Miles sighed, "Oh, Hell..."

3. Sweet Cheeks

"Thank you for bringing me lunch, Data," you told him, sitting down in the chair he had pulled out for you. When you had contacted him earlier to let him know that you were going to work late and wouldn't have time to grab lunch with him, he decided to bring lunch to you, in your office. Data had also taken the time to replicate some flowers in a vase and cleared your desk of all clutter, so you could have a proper table setting for your meal.

"You are welcome," he said, as he gently pushed your chair back in.

Your shared meal was relaxed and calm, but the atmosphere changed when Data suddenly dropped his latest pet name for you into the conversation, "I believe your proposed solution to your current work predicament is acceptable, and will prove to be successful, Sweet Cheeks."

You then did what Data recognized from 20th century humor to be a classic 'spit take'. He was surprised, yet somewhat delighted by this, as he had never witnessed someone perform a spit take before. He considered inquiring about it, but decided against it.

You stared at him in astonishment, blushing wildly as you coughed, "I beg your pardon??"

Your reaction was quite unexpected, and Data scrunched his eyebrows in soft confusion as he attempted to ascertain the somewhat scandalized tone of your voice, "Did I say something wrong?"

Before speaking, you cleared your throat, and waited for the shock to subside, "No, Data, you didn't say anything wrong, per say...It's just that 'Sweet Cheeks' is a very old and sometimes offensive term, depending on the context, used to describe someone with a nice ass."

Data looked at you with surprise, and perhaps embarrassment. How had he missed that pertinent fact during his research? "I see...I apologize for offending you; that certainly was not my intent," he considered this new development briefly, before tilting his head softly and returning his gaze to you, "Based on this information, that term would also be inaccurate in describing yourself because you do not have a donkey."

You couldn't help but laugh softly, "Sorry, not that kind of ass, Data. I meant it refers to someone who has an attractive butt."

Realization dawned on him, "Ahh," he raised an eyebrow, "Although it would be accurate to describe your posterior as 'attractive', I would not wish to use an offensive term to convey that fact."

"Data!" you said, astonished and blushing once again.

Data was hopelessly confused anew, "Have I offended you again?"

"No, no, it's just..." you sighed, still flustered. "Nevermind..." you carefully stood up, "I have to get back to work, so I'll catch you later," you tidied up the remnants of your lunch, pressed a quick peck to his lips, and somewhat hurriedly left your office.

4. Dumpling

"Alright, Lieutenant," Dr. Crusher said as she completed healing the large gash that ran along your forearm, "I think that just about does it. Can you wiggle your wrist for me, like this?" you watched as she moved her wrist, and you replicated her movements. Although you were able to repeat her actions, you felt a small pinch somewhere in your wrist, causing you to wince.

Dr. Crusher noticed this, and gently took your wrist in her hand, "Let me take another look," she scanned your wrist with another handheld medical scanner, "Ahh, it looks like the fracture I repaired earlier is applying excess pressure on your radial nerve," she smiled reassuringly, "It's just a pinched nerve, but I'll need to go get a different tool to repair it," she gently released your wrist, "I'll be right back."

As you waited patiently for her to return, the doors to Sick Bay opened. You looked up and saw Data making his way over to you.

Having not seen him all day, you were elated that he was here, "Data!"

He smiled faintly at your enthusiasm for his arrival, somewhat perplexed at how your mood always seemed to improve almost immediately upon the sight of him, or mention of his name. His smile widened just slightly when he reached his hand out to you, and you eagerly took his hand in yours.

After a few moments, his expression became serious, "Commander Riker informed me of the injuries you sustained during the Away Mission," he frowned slightly, "I apologize for not arriving sooner, but the Exobiology team required my assistance in analyzing the samples you and the remaining members of the Away Team collected."

"No apology necessary; I understand."

He performed a quick visual inspection of you, before his eyes met yours again. It only lasted a second, but you could have sworn you saw something akin to concern swimming in his golden irises, "Are you alright...Dumpling?"

You took a moment to absorb the new nickname before replying, "Yes, I think so...Dr. Crusher healed all of my cuts, and repaired my broken wrist. She still has to alleviate a pinched nerve, but other than that and a few scars, she says I'll be just fine."

"I am...relieved to hear that," he squeezed your hand gently, "When Commander Riker explained to the Captain and myself that you had directly thrown yourself in front of an incoming boulder, in order to displace Ensign Diaz out of its path, my mind was..." he paused pensively, as he searched for the most appropriate term, "...uncomfortably preoccupied with the prospects of how extensive and detrimental your injuries could be," his thumb rubbed the back of your hand affectionately, and his eyes appeared almost sad. "The possibility that you sustained serious injuries, or could have lost your life was rather...distracting to me, and made it difficult to complete the sample analysis."

You brought your intertwined hands up to your lips, and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, "I'm sorry for worrying you," he looked as if he was going to remind you that he was incapable of worrying in any fashion, but he didn't vocalize the correction, "I didn't intend to land directly in that boulder's path. I was only trying to push Ensign Diaz out of the way, but I miscalculated the boulder's velocity."

His expression became neutral, "Regardless, your actions were admirable, and I am pleased that your injuries were minimal," suddenly, he gave you a pointed look. "However, as your partner, I must sternly remind you not to knowingly put yourself in unnecessary danger again," his expression softened slightly, "Dumpling."

A soft laugh interrupted your moment, and you both turned towards the sound, "Well, don't you worry, Data," Dr. Crusher had returned, a new tool in hand, "In a few moments, your Dumpling will be as good as new," you blushed at her use of the moniker, and Data took mental note of this.

Dr. Crusher held the tool against your wrist. It tingled slightly, but otherwise you felt nothing. After a few minutes, she turned it off and removed it from your skin, "Alright, move your wrist for me again?" you repeated the same motions she had shown you before. This time, there was no pain at all. She smiled, "Better?"

"Much better; thank you."

"You're welcome. I suggest you don't put too much strain on that wrist for a couple of weeks," she began to put away her tools and instruments, "If you notice any more pain, please come back to see me."

You nodded, "Thank you, I will," Data helped you carefully hop down from the Bio-Bed, "Do you want to grab some dinner now, Data?" you asked, "I have a sudden, inexplicable craving for dumplings."

Dr. Crusher held back a laugh.

5. Love Bug

"So, Reg will take care of Spot, Keiko will water and watch over our plants, Beverly and Geordi will keep tabs on our ongoing research experiments..." you reviewed the checklist on your PADD for the umpteenth time, "Okay, I think that's it...am I forgetting anything?"

"Negative, Love Bug. It appears you have everything 'under control'."

You peered up from the PADD to look at him, an eyebrow raised questioningly, "'Love Bug'?"

Data nodded, "That is what I said."

You sighed, but smiled softly, "Okay, Data; what's going on?"

"To what are you referring to?"

"In the past month, you've been calling me various nicknames. What's all this about? Are you conducting some kind of research?"

He looked at you, accessing your reaction for any kind of anger or discomfort. When he saw nothing but confusion and curiosity in your eyes, he sighed softly, "It had been brought to my attention that couples tend to utilize terms of endearment for each other," he blinked, "I did not wish to neglect one of my expected duties as a partner, nor did I wish to make you feel as though you were 'missing out' on an aspect of couplehood, simply due to my ignorance."

You softened immediately at his admission, "Oh, Data," he looked away briefly and somewhat sheepishly, "Being in a relationship with you doesn't make me 'miss out' on anything. In fact, I've gained much more from being in this relationship with you than I would from being in a relationship with anyone else."

His eyes locked with yours, and they were noticeably brighter than before, "Truly?"

You placed your PADD down on a nearby table, and took both of his hands in yours, "Truly," you repeated, before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. When you pulled away, you flashed him a reassuring smile, "Everyone else are the ones who are missing out."

The corners of his lips curled just faintly upwards, "Thank you for alleviating my vexations in that regard," he raised his eyebrow in thought for a moment, before he looked back at you with an inquisitive expression, "Based on your reactions to each of the names I chose, I gathered that you did not particularly enjoy any of my selections. Is that an accurate conclusion?"

"I mean, they weren't necessarily bad choices, they were just...a bit dated, and neither of our styles. But yes, you're correct that I didn't particularly like them."

"Hmm," he bowed his head down slightly to better meet your eyes, "Do you have a preferred term of endearment you would like for me to use?"

You pursed your lips in consideration, "Well, I do have specific names that I do like...but I don't think I'd want you to use those, either."

He tilted his head softly, his eyebrows scrunched in slight confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I think that pet names chosen between partners should be somewhat unique, in the sense that they should relate to something only the participants of that relationship are aware of, like an inside joke of some kind," you paused, "I think those names should also match both partners, not just the recipient of the name. I don't think my current preferences fit you because they aren't necessarily terms you're likely to use."

He took a few moments to analyze this new information, before he nodded, "Yes, I believe I understand. In essence, you would like for me to choose a term of endearment for you that is both unique and relatable to you, but also representative of my vernacular?"

You smiled and squeezed his hands, "Exactly, yes."

"Hmm," he blinked, "I shall take this into consideration, and 'return to the drawing board'."

You laughed softly, "Sounds good," you leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "Thank you for being such a sweet and considerate partner."

"You are welcome."

"What about you?"

His look of confusion returned, "What about me?"

"Is there any particular name you'd like for me to use for you?"

He thought about it briefly before raising his eyebrows, "Truthfully, I had not considered requesting a term of endearment for me, from you...Although I do not have a preference for any particular term at this time, I believe I would like for you to bestow one upon me."

You nodded, "Okay. I guess I'll have to go back to the drawing board, too...but for now, let's go enjoy our Shore Leave, Love Bug."

+1. "Dearest" and "Sunshine"

As Data's eyes flickered between his canvas and you, he could tell that you were getting restless. You had remained in your current position for the last 2 hours, 47 minutes, and 13 seconds, relatively unmoving. You had not complained once about your discomfort, but he could tell from your slight fidgeting that the required stillness was getting to you.

He reviewed the state of his canvas one more time, adding a couple more strokes of paint, before gently setting his brush down on his easel, "Would you like to take a break?"

You immediately sighed with relief, "Yes, please," you began to move, but stopped, "if it's not too much of an inconvenience for you?"

"Not at all. In fact, you have been an excellent muse thus far; much better than Spot. You are more than deserving of a break," he set down his paint palette, and tilted his head as he reviewed his progress. He was able to get a good portion of your silhouette and distinctive features outlined onto his canvas. He would only need your assistance for another session or two before he could complete the painting on his own.

"Can I see it?" you asked excitedly as you made your way over to him.

"Please," he said, and stepped aside to allow you viewing space.

You looked it over, and smiled widely, "Wow, this looks amazing already, Data! You're definitely going to get the highest marks from your art teacher for this," the two of you continued to admire the beginnings of his painting in comfortable silence for a moment, before you broke it, "Can I ask you something?"

Data turned to look at you, "Of course."

"Why did you decide to paint me for this assignment?"

"In my art course, we recently discussed the Aestheticism art movement. The core belief of this movement was 'art for art's sake'. In other words, it prioritized the aesthetic value of art, rather than the common belief at the time of the movement's introduction that art must serve a particular, didactic purpose," he paused, and inhaled sharply before continuing, "For this assignment, my instructor desired for myself and my classmates to create a work of art, in the tradition of the Aestheticism movement."

You absorbed all the information he just provided, attempting to determine how it related to you. After realizing you still didn't understand the connection, you asked, "That's all really interesting, Data, but what does it have to do with me?"

He eagerly continued, "After careful consideration, I realized that you embody Aestheticism. Although you can and do appreciate the hidden meanings of not only art, but many aspects of life itself, you also recognize the importance of creativity with no inherent purpose," he looked at you softly, "During one of our thoughtful, evening conversations we shared in the initial stages of our relationship, when I had explained to you my confusion as to my purpose of being, you responded that perhaps my father had no true purpose in creating me. Perhaps the only reason he created me was because he wanted to produce something beautiful, simply because he could. Perhaps he merely wished to add something of aesthetic value to the universe. Perhaps he was an artist, just as much as he was the forefront of cybernetics."

He inhaled sharply again, still looking at you, "I have found myself revisiting that conversation consistently and frequently, as frequently as the rate at which you are a part of my thought processes. This lesson, in particular, had triggered my memory banks to replay this memory 3.27 times more than usual. Thus, I deduced that you would be the most appropriate topic for this assignment."

You blinked, staring at him in complete bewilderment. You certainly weren't expecting that answer! Your brain felt like it was malfunctioning, uncertain how to process all this information.

As your brain melted inside your skull, you felt him gently take your hand, "Additionally, this assignment has also made me realize how...dear you are to me. You are always willing and eager to assist me in my hobbies, activities, assignments, and other endeavors. You have never expressed agitation nor annoyance with me, and always allow me to 'babble' to any length or degree. You have always encouraged myself and my passions, even when they potentially served an inconvenience to you."

He squeezed your hand gently, "The term 'dearest' refers to someone who is: loved and cherished, greatly valued, precious," he exhaled softly, "Although I am incapable of love, I am capable of cherishment, and seeing the value in others and objects. I certainly cherish you, and see how invaluable you are to many individuals, including myself," he looked at you with pure determination, and maybe a hint of pride, "Therefore, I believe the most fitting term of endearment for you is 'Dearest'."

At this point, you were short-circuiting, and your brain was absolute mush. Data was always eloquent with his wording, but this was definitely one of the most eloquent things he had said to you. It made his earlier statement of being incapable of love seem completely impossible. No one could speak in such a way about anyone or anything, if they weren't capable of love in some capacity or degree.

He watched you cautiously and patiently, his eyes moving slightly from side to side as he awaited your response. Your brain was still unable to form coherent thoughts, and no words escaped your lips. As his words sunk in and settled as warmth in your chest, all you could do was beam at him as you threw your arms around his neck, and pressed your lips to his in a deep kiss. He was frozen for just a moment, evidently surprised by your reaction, but gently moved his hands to hold your waist and returned your kiss.

After a couple of minutes of eager kissing, he pulled away, "Based on your reaction, I assume that you find this an acceptable term of endearment for yourself?"

You laughed softly, "Yes, Data, I do. It's perfect."

His lips curled upwards into a faint but bright smile, "I am glad you think so, Dearest."

You played with the ends of his hair that tickled his collar, still beaming at him, "You know, this just confirms my theory that 'Sunshine' would be the most fitting pet name for you."

He tilted his head, analyzing the moniker, "Intriguing. What is your connotation of this nickname, as it pertains to me?"

"Well, ever since I met you, you've brought so much light and sunshine into my life. You're a very bright, and warm person, both literally and figuratively, that you are an embodiment of the sun and its sunshine. I realized I've come to think you of as my personal ray of sunshine," you wished you could convey your thoughts and ideas as refined as the manner in which he just did, but the state of your mind was still too slushy to do so.

At your admission and unexpectedly sentimental token, his expression softened. You could tell he was analyzing and processing your sentiments with a fine-toothed comb, no doubt for further review later.

He was quiet for a long time, or at least, a long time for an android, and you began to shuffle nervously, "Do you find the name acceptable?"

Again, he was quiet as he mulled over your query. Finally, his eyes met yours, "Yes, I believe I do. I never considered the similarities between myself and the sun, but I can understand how you came to those conclusions," he blinked, "Yes," he repeated, "I do 'like' it, Dearest."

Your lips brushed against his once again, "Glad to hear it, Sunshine."

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Headcanon Prompts

I've been working on this for a while lol. This is a list of prompts for Headcanons that I can take when I open up requests.

(Other Prompt Lists)

Requests: With these prompts I would create a list of Headcanons for whatever character is chosen. These headcanons will be written in a 'x reader' style. - some might also include drabbles afterwards. When requesting hc's you can chose one or two that are similar for one request, and I can combine them. *Note: I also do just take other headcanon requests for whatever else you want (more specific things), this is just for people who might not be sure, or want ideas.

[Rules] -- [Fandoms]

Feel free to reblog these for use on your own blog. If you want to use specific ones, or only a certain amount in your own list(s), I give you permission to copy them - but only if you provide a link to the original post and/or an @ credit to me. Please, and Thank you!

Current Number of Prompts: 42 (will be adding some on as I think of them)

Crush > Confession > Dating

Crush: How would they act with a crush, do they pine?

Relationship: General Relationship Headcanons

First Date + First Kiss

Flirting: How they flirt, how they react to you flirting, etc.

Intimacy: How they show intimacy; physical and not.

Confession: When and how they admit their feelings for you

Hobbies: What hobbies, interest, etc would they share with you.

Holidays: How they celebrate the holidays

Comfort: How they would comfort you after a ... (bad day, nightmare, your choice)

The moment(s) they realize they have feelings for you (pre-relationship)

The moment(s) they realize they are in love with you (established relationship)

Cuddling: Do they cuddle, how do they, when do they, etc

Kissing: Do they like kissing, how do they kiss, when, etc.

Love Languages: What is their receiving and giving love language (and how do they show it)

Jealousy: How they act when they are jealous, what would make them jealous, etc. (before and/or during the relationship)

Cooking/Food: Cooking for each other, food preferences, etc.

Taking care of them when they are sick

Them taking care of you when you are sick

Romance: Are they romantic, how do they show it, etc.

First Meeting + First Impression

Domestic Headcanons: What it's like to live with them, how they show domesticity (Note: I don't write for pregnancy/kids/children)

Protective: Are they protective? How they show it. Etc.

Taking care of them when they are hurt.

Them taking care of you when you are hurt.

Friends > Lovers

Love: Ways they say or show they love you.

Anniversaries: How do the two of you celebrate your anniversaries

Proposal + Wedding

Traveling: Where would you go, what would you do?

Platonic/Best Friends: What is your friendship like

Gifts: What kind of gifts would they give, how often, when, why, etc. And, what kind of gifts do they like?

Pet-names/Nicknames (for you and for them)

Regret/Guilt: How would they act, what would they do if they hurt you, or you had a fight (wont right for abusive styles of fighting, just general arguments and misunderstandings)

Aesthetics: What smell(s) are they, what flower are they, what season do I associate with them, do I think they have a favorite aesthetics, songs, etc.

Surprises: How would they surprise you, what with, why, etc.

Magic/Fantasy AU: If they were in a world of magic, what powers would they have, what would their role be?

Meet-Cute: If you were to have a meet-cute with them, what would happen during and after.

Secret Admirer: What would they do as a secret admirer

Enemies > Friends > Lovers

Dates: How often, and what kind of dates do you go on?

Royalty/Fantasy AU: In a world where there are such things and princes, princesses, dragons and knights, what would they're role me, and how did it coincide with yours? ((42))

**When requesting hc's you can chose one or two that are similar for one request, and I can combine them.

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sorry for the bit of spam posts! it was about time i made a pinned post and some masterlists haha

more headcanons will be coming soon!

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𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙆: 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

THE CREW:

☆ being protective on an away mission ☆ having a secret admirer

CHRIS PIKE:

☆ captains + untimely 'i love you's

LA'AN

☆ asking tactical/security officers for a hug

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𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙆: 𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

THE CREW:

☆ saving their life (and getting hurt)

JONATHAN ARCHER:

☆ captains + untimely 'i love you's

MALCOLM REED:

☆ asking tactical/security officers for a hug ☆ malcolm with a medical officer reader

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𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙆: 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙓𝙏 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

THE CREW:

☆ how they kiss you ☆ how they apologize

JEAN-LUC PICARD:

☆ captains + untimely 'i love you's ☆ forehead kisses

WORF

☆ asking tactical/security officers for a hug

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𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙆: 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙋 𝙎𝙋𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

THE CREW:

☆ when you're getting hit on

BEN SISKO:

☆ captains + untimely 'i love you's

JADZIA DAX:

☆ moments that make her soft for you ☆ 'don't give up' kisses

ODO:

☆ asking tactical/security officers for a hug

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𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙆: 𝙑𝙊𝙔𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

THE CREW:

☆ moments that make them soft for you

KATHRYN JANEWAY:

☆ captains + untimely 'i love you's

TUVOK:

☆ asking tactical/security officers for a hug

B'ELANNA TORRES:

☆ being protective on an away mission

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𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙇𝙔 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙍…

requests: OPEN

star trek x reader headcanon blog currently writing for TNG, VOY, DS9, ENT, and SNW.

masterlists: the next generation | voyager | deep space nine | enterprise | strange new worlds

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dax and #29 if youre up for it!!

29 - "Don't give up" kisses

jadzia dax x reader

CW: gn!reader, small mentions of injuries

normally, encouraging jadzia is as simple as showing her a problem and telling her to solve it. she’s a scientist, through and through, and takes great pleasure in working at a mystery until its solved. but even so, it’s not uncommon that jadzia needs a bit of encouragement. she’ll call it “inspiration” just to make you blush and she’s very good at it. whatever it’s called, a nice kiss usually sets jadzia’s head on straight.

the most common type of “inspiration” is the kind where jadzia is much too focused on her work to even notice you kissed her until after you leave and her body is suddenly not nearly as tense as it was. brows drawn low, jaw set stubbornly, barely hearing anything you say. you come up behind her, press a gentle kiss against her temple or her hair, and the workload is suddenly a lot easier to handle. jadzia’s gotten a lot better about pulling herself out of her work long enough to return the kiss - but most times, the memory of it is what pulls her through the all-nighter.

jadzia’s always been friendly with the ferengi, and she’s used to her friends not understanding why she finds them so fascinating. she knew better than to ask if you wanted to come along to a friendly game of dabo - and to her surprise, you agreed. you weren’t much of a player yourself, but it was good fun to watch jadzia clean out the whole lot of them. at least until it came down to her and quark, and then you weren’t so sure if she’d be able to take the win. encouragement really can go a long way - you touched her arm, kissed her cheek, and told her to win. the next day, jadzia used most of her latinum winnings to buy you something from the promenade you’ve been wanting.

it seemed like each day, the war was getting harder and harder. every battle, every casualty report, every shuttle full of people fleeing the station - it weighed on everybody. and the usual holosuites and captain’s dinners weren’t doing much to lift people’s moods. so it was a little unnerving to find that even jadzia wasn’t as lively as you knew her to be. it was understandable, and also nothing you could change overnight. it became something of a ritual when the days got hard to get through - pulling jadzia aside, pressing kisses against her knuckles and palms and wrists, telling her that everything will be okay, even if you didn’t believe it yourself. and she knew that. it still brightened her spirits that you would try.

a dax in any lifetime wasn’t one to be so easily beaten down by shock, but this was testing even jadzia’s will. there was just a lot of blood - too much for her to smile and lie and tell you it wasn’t so bad. she was no doctor, julian was hopefully on the way, and she could do little but try to stop the bleeding and keep you calm and help you through this, like you’ve always done for her. jadzia hates not having a solution, and she’s forced to resort to kissing you and stroking your hand and promising she’ll get you through this. just stay awake, she says. don’t give up, she pleads. she kisses you again just as julian finally arrives - later on, in the infirmary, you admit that it was jadzia that helped you keep fighting to stay alive. but she insists she was only paying you back for all the times you did the same for her.

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ahh your enterprise hcs are always so cute ! tysm for sharing !

thank you very much! i've been watching a bit of enterprise lately and i felt like writing a little something for them in between requests haha

i'm glad you liked them!

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SAVING THEIR LIFE (AND GETTING HURT)

protecting the enterprise crew, and getting injured in the process

CW: gn!reader, small depictions of violence and injuries

CREW: jonathan archer, t'pol, trip tucker, malcolm reed, hoshi sato, travis mayweather

JONATHAN - it’s difficult for jon not to immediately get angry when you take a phaser hit for him. he’s had some trouble separating his feelings from his work - you only make things much more complicated and jon has to tell himself that if any other member of the crew did that, he’d just just as pissed. but he knows that’s not completely true, and it shows in the way his hands shake as he scolds you while t’pol comms for the shuttlepod. jon takes his responsibility as captain very seriously, so coupled with the fact that it’s somebody he deeply cares for (loves?), it muddies the waters and that only frustrates him more. later on, once phlox has stabilized your wound and orders you on a few days of bedrest, jon makes damn well sure you follow it, short of posting guards outside your quarters. he doesn’t go quite so far, but he visits you late in the night. scolds you again for getting hurt to protect him, makes you promise not to do it again, tells you how he doesn’t want to lose such a good officer and friend and… he doesn’t go much further. he doesn’t have to. when you tell him you don't regret it, and would so it again to save his life, jon wants to argue back. instead, he takes your hand and promises himself it would never come to that.

T'POL - vulcans are naturally stronger and more resilient than humans - it’s a fact often forgotten, t’pol’s noticed. especially in the chaos and confusion of a cave-in, where all the members of the away team are running away and simultaneously trying to help their colleagues out. t’pol was in charge of the away mission - it was her responsibility to assure her team’s survival. that’s all she was focused on, and not the rock moments away from falling and crushing her into a thick green soup. to give you some credit, you were fast and focused. t’pol barely registered what had happened - only that she felt your arms around her, a shove, and shortly after, your cry in pain that elicited something close to fear in her chest. phlox told her that the rock had broken your leg, and that you were lucky the break wasn’t another couple inches higher, or you would’ve been a real trouble. t’pol takes easily to scolding you, calling you reckless, making sure you knew how much she disapproved of your decision to save her. and yeah, you were in and out of sleep from pain medication. still, you found her hand and squeezed it and told her to court martial you, because you’d do it again in a heartbeat. though, you noticed in the next couple weeks that t’pol has been bringing you tea and finishing your work for you - she’s not completely as vulcan as she hopes.

TRIP - it’s all his fault, of course. if trip had been more careful, more astute; if he had somehow known this would lead to that and that would cause his console to blow, he could’ve prevented the whole thing. he was just too damn focused on the problem with the engine. with the ship shaking and the captain yelling over the comm, it was difficult to focus on anything else until he heard your name and felt you push him. trip wasn’t a small guy - in the moment, he was shocked you managed to push him over. but the shock fell away to panic once he figured out what just happened. the air was smoking, someone called out your name (maybe it was him), and he saw the angry red marks over your face and neck. phlox insists the burns aren’t all that bad, but trip doesn’t really believe him. if they weren’t so bad, then why did the sight of them turn his stomach so much? he tries to keep a good attitude, but part of him was so angry that you got hurt. not angry at you, of course. trip could never truly be angry with you. he was mad at himself, and after forcing a smile and turning away, the tight grit of his jaw was somehow worse than any burns he might’ve gotten in your place.

MALCOLM - he knows, logically, that he taught you hand-to-hand combat for this exact scenario. malcolm wanted, above all else, for you to be able to protect yourself if he wasn’t able to do it personally. yet, none of that made malcolm feel even a little better when he crouched beside you, a hand ghosting over the side of your face that was quickly swelling and bleeding. yeah, you smirked up at him. asked him if he was okay, and if he saw that move you pulled to disarm the man who’d pointed a weapon at him. malcolm insisted this was no time for jokes, and he said it in a rather harsh tone. of course, he was mainly frustrated at himself. if he’d disabled the attacking aliens quicker, you wouldn’t have had to intervene. and he says as much while pulling you up to your feet. you don’t seem upset - of course you weren’t, malcolm thought. you were still trying to ask if he was alright and malcolm had to eventually assure you he was, but he was also more worried about you. though, it wasn’t until you cupped his cheek and told him you were fine did he really believe you. still, in the days to follow, he couldn’t look at your black eye or hear your pained grunts without feeling guilty.

HOSHI - she didn’t even see the man coming. that was a flaw when she got so utterly sucked into her task - nothing else even existed. not even a large man with an energy weapon aimed right for her head and would have fired if you hadn’t intervened. the fight was long and brutal - hoshi heard the chaos of it from behind, but her focus needed to be on the task at hand. too much was riding on its success. it wasn’t until much later, when the crew was safe and the enterprise at warp, did hoshi come by sick bay. and of course, your spirits were high - talk of good teamwork and making you proud hit hoshi’s ears, but she just couldn’t match your energy. not when you were this battered and bruised from defending her. yeah, you talk of duty, saying that it was your job to make sure hoshi did her job. she didn’t feel much better, so you went a step further - telling hoshi that you loved her, and even without their duties to the ship, you would’ve defended her anyway. that did elicit a little smile, but when hoshi tried to give you a kiss, you were still a little too battered. you both compromised by holding hands until phlox had to run some more scans.

TRAVIS - when he came to, travis didn’t expect to be laying on a soft bed of grass, and not the hard metal floor of the shuttlepod. the sun shined right in his eyes, and when he squints against it, the motion pulls on a nasty lump on his brow - right, the one that knocked him out. and it takes only a few seconds of consciousness to sit straight up and search for you in a panic. the mental image he had of you being sucked out into space during the crash landing was thankfully laid to rest when he found you leaned up against a tree, looking more worse for wear than travis would have liked. when you saw him awake, you didn’t move to greet him. in fact, it seemed like just sitting there was causing you a lot of pain, despite working diligently to get the homing device back online. it wasn’t until travis stumbled his way over did he discover you’d broken your leg and probably a few ribs - a small price to pay, you told him, for successfully landing the shuttle (though, successful was a gracious word to use.) logically, he knew you were right. yet, it doesn’t make travis feel any better knowing he’d been in charge of getting the two of you to the surface, and you’d broken a leg when he failed to do so. he apologizes, you don’t understand what for. it just made him feel a little better.

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5 - forehead kisses with picard? 💖

jean-luc picard x reader

CW: gn!reader, small mentions of injuries

for a man as private and subtle and gentle and loving as jean-luc, forehead kisses are right up his alley. forehead kisses are his bread and butter. he’s perfected the forehead kiss. it’s a good way for him to show such intimate physical affection without crossing any boundaries that might make him uncomfortable.

the first time he did it was a little bittersweet. after having a very nice but very chaste dinner date, jean-luc was called away and the night was cut short. he apologized, you’d assured him it was okay, that there would be other nights. he smiled softly but he could see the disappointment on your face - it was a look he struggled to keep from his own expression. so when jean-luc leaned over and tenderly pressed his lips against your forehead, it conveyed more than just a kiss goodnight. it was an apology, a promise, and maybe even a bit of selfishness.

kisses became more frequent after that. playful kisses on your hand, tired kisses against his cheek, passionate kisses between heavy breathes. but the forehead kisses remained a special thing - something few and far between to be used when jean-luc has so many things to say but for once, words aren’t sufficient.

it’s a very delicate process for him. a pattern you noticed the more he did it. his hands are warm and gentle when they cradle your cheeks. the lines around his eyes crinkling just slightly when he offers a soft smile. a delicate press of his lips - not too much pressure, or too little. his breath wafts over your hair when jean-luc pulls away, like a sigh that says he’d rather not pull away at all.

forehead kisses are also much more acceptable for him to do in public, at least in jean-luc’s eyes. publicizing the relationship was hard enough without some kind of expectation of PDA, but forehead kisses do allow him to find a middle ground. chaste enough to be done in front of others (though, it’s almost always just the senior staff), but intimate enough to show he cares when he’s in Captain Mode.

he’s comfortable giving, but receiving a forehead kiss is still something that can throw jean-luc off-guard. he is a bit touch-starved, and while regular kisses are something he’s familiar with, the same can’t be said for the extra stuff. he won’t admit how much he really enjoys when you kiss him so tenderly, with no expectation of something in return. but it did make him look at forehead kisses differently. how and when and where he gives them is carefully considered, like all aspects of jean-luc’s life.

i imagine forehead kisses communicate more for jean-luc than any other kind of kiss. it’s neither lust nor playful and that suits him perfectly. a greater example couldn’t be found than the day the enterprise finally located you and your away team after having been lost for days on some miserable, desolate rock in a nowhere solar system. he found you in sickbay, on a bed, weak and dirty and bleeding from a wound on your arm but alive and jean-luc remembered how to breathe again. the forehead kiss he gave you, after brushing back your dirty, messy hair, said much more than he could ever voice - especially in front of the nurse who witnessed it.

and that’s really the basis for jean-luc’s forehead kisses: he’s not great with the lovey dovey stuff, even with all the novels and poetry he reads. but actions have always spoken louder than words for him.

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Kisses

warm affections

Lightly pecking

Hopeful kisses

Lips barely touching

I got you kisses

Forehead kiss

Cheek kisses

I know we're fighting but come here (swoons)

Butterfly kisses

Angry kiss

pressing a soft kiss on the tip of their nose

Pressing a chaste kiss to inner wrists

Longingly looking at their lips before slowly leaning in

"I'll be here" kisses

"Don't you worry" kisses

Lazy make-out kisses

"We'll meet again" kisses

Coming home after a long day "I missed you" kisses

Stealing kiss after stealing last slice of pizza

Caressing inner thigh then slowly leaning in to trail kisses

Gently rubbing back then kissing their shoulder

"Come here, let me hold you for a sec" kisses

"Always yours" kisses

Breathless kisses

Reassuring kisses

Overwhelming kisses

Seeking comfort kisses

“We’ll get through this” kisses

“We’ll get there” kisses

"Don't give up" kisses

Forever mine kisses

Kissing them to stop talking

Nibbling earlobe then pressing kisses

Biting shoulder then pressing soothing kisses

Gently kissing down the body

Tummy kisses, butterflies

Kisses when they wake up

Caressing cheeks while kissing

Running fingers through hair while kissing

Shushing them in the middle of kissing to make them stop talking

Kissing to make it better

Kissing to make it bearable

Life or death kisses

“We’ll face it together” kisses

Frustrated kisses

Kissing on the corner of their mouth

Soothing kisses

Smiling while kissing

Lips barely touching

Coming home kisses

Kissing them goodbye

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okay, second try. b'elanna + being protective of reader on an away mission !

b'elanna torres x reader

CW: gn!reader, creepy alien

she absolutely doesn’t hide her emotions very well. you’ve always had an easier time than most when it comes to looking past b’elanna’s hot temper and knowing how she’s really feeling. her anger doesn’t always come out because she’s pissed off - it’s also when she’s scared, frustrated, confused, sleep-deprived, hungry…

so when you accompany her down to some backwater planet full of thugs and she loses sight of you for a few minutes and finally spots you after thinking the worst, her mood instantly flips.

b’elanna demands to know where you went. you tell her you weren’t very far, just inspecting a compound being sold in one of the vendors - that was the whole point of the mission, wasn’t it? potentially finding another source of fuel for voyager? not having to rely solely on a single energy source?

you’re right, of course. b’elanna just doesn’t want to admit how worried she got when you disappeared, even if it was for a few short minutes. but she knows what happens in these kinds of places if you aren’t careful - and to be quite honest, if it comes down to you or some magical power source for the ship, b’elanna is going to choose you.

so she’s careful. always has one eye on her tricorder and the other on you (she’s good at multitasking - every engineer has to be.) none of these aliens have ever seen a klingon before but they seem smart enough to veer away whenever one is glaring at them from across the market if they stray too close to you, innocently trying to do your job.

but one man was foolish enough to try. b’elanna wasn’t sure if it was you he wanted, or your technology, or both. his grip on your arm was too tight to be friendly. the sneering look on his face causing a frightened one on yours, and you didn’t even have enough time to try and reach for your phaser before b’elanna was on him. a clean, hard punch against his jaw while yelling out obscenities managed to scare him off. b’elanna wanted to do more. she hung back because you touched her shoulder.

“thanks,” you tell her. “i told you to stay close,” she answers. “i know. you’re right.”

she thinks you’re placating her. the reflex to keep arguing surged, but she pushed it down. if she caused a fight, you might want to drift away again and this call was much too close. b’elanna tempted to have voyager beam you back up, and just as her hand came up to tap her badge, you gasped at the tricorder, grabbed her arm, and pulled her in the direction of the energy signature. 

of course, as luck would have it, the material you found was compatible with voyager, but wasn’t a great long term solution. b’elanna gets a little annoyed, feeling like the away mission (and the danger it put you in) was all for nothing. next time they come across some shady place, she’ll have to ask the captain to keep you onboard.

but you didn’t see it that way! later that day, when you two were tired and discouraged, you talked about how nice it was to get away from the ship, just the two of you. b’elanna scoffed, not believing that you actually had fun in that hovel and being grabbed at by dangerous creeps.

you simply replied that you knew b’elanna wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. and if that wasn’t enough to surprise her, you continued in saying that spending time with her, even in an awful place like that, was enough for you.

and b’elanna decided to scrap her idea of talking to the captain.

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can I request malcolm reed with a medical officer S/O? ☄️

malcolm reed x doctor!reader

CW: gn!reader

malcolm doesn’t like going to sick bay. it’s nothing against you or phlox - their resident denobulan is strange but friendly and you…well, you’re you. malcolm would be hard-pressed to find an excuse not to see you if it weren’t for your occupation. he just doesn’t being poked and prodded and examined unless his life depends on it - and even then, he wants it to be over quickly.

in the beginning, malcolm had this fantasy that because he was dating you, he’d be somehow exempt from showing up for regular crew physicals. or at the very least, maybe he can get his physical from you…in private…in his quarters…

that’s not how it goes. malcolm is ordered into sickbay and you welcome him with a soft smile but direct him on the bed. he tries to give you a look, hoping you could maybe let him off the hook with a quick physical just so he could say he technically did it. but the only favor malcolm is given is a sweet laugh, and brush of his hand, and a scanner in his face.

before, in a crunch, malcolm would be able to work through an injury. if he focuses hard enough, he can usually ignore the pain until his work is done. that doesn’t really happen when he starts dating you. unless sick bay is swamped, you always seem to find malcolm right when he gets a scrape, or in the most serious instance, when he banged his head and was seeing double. (he didn’t seem too upset that there were two of you.)

on the other end of the spectrum, when malcolm gets sick, he only wants you to take care of him. again, nothing against phlox, but he prefers the way you press your cool hand against his burning forehead to phlox’s pet leech. he becomes a big baby when he’s sick, and while he puts up a front for the crew, he absolutely falls into bed and wants you to nurse him.

when he’s in a teasing mood, expect him to call you “doctor” in a flirty tone. of course, this is malcolm, so you really have to know him and get him to pick up on his flirting. he would teasingly call you “doctor” in front of other people and they would simply assume he was calling you by your title - but no, you picked up on the special way he says the syllables. 

but when you two are alone, malcolm is absolutely embarrassing. calling you things like “doctor delightful” and insists he needs a full body check-up. you tell him to talk to phlox about it and he argues that it needs to be done as soon as possible. besides, he trusts you more than most people - though, once you tell him he really should go to sick bay for this problem or that, he quickly changes the subject. 

malcolm is a great listener, so there’s been many occasions where he ends up sitting and listening as you ramble on about some problem you’re having in sick bay. he doesn’t really understand the medical talk (he was never very good at biology) but he does try his best to help. though, more often than not, malcolm helps you by just letting you ramble.

you’re a doctor. you’re not supposed to be biased for or against any one of your patients. so when the enterprise is attacked/disabled/etc and a lot of the crew start flooding in, malcolm is the one who sets you straight and reminds you that you can’t just treat him first and ignore those who need it most. he’s very good at being objective, though knowing you want to help him first will always affirm that you love him.