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captain archer (enterprise) + 🌹

🌹 Are they likely to say ‘I love you’ first?

more likely than not, i think. jon isn't the type to keep strong feelings to himself. you'll know he loves you long before he actually says it, so when jon actually speaks the words, it's not a surprise. and i think a part of him wants to be the one who says it first, because that's just who he is. the kind of man to push boundaries and put himself out there and wants you to follow. saying 'i love you' is just another part of the relationship he's eager to explore, so he'll walk over that line just as soon as he gets the feeling.

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A SMILE CREEPS OUT FROM YOUR TEETH

request : a malcolm reed rivals to lovers? ☆ malcolm reed x reader wc: 1,090 gif

malcolm reed is a man born to serve. carrying out orders comes second nature to him. so much of his self-worth and self-image comes from being a good officer - one whom his commanding officer could rely on. so to become the tactical officer for earth’s first warp five vessel was both a blessing and a burden - you being chief amongst them.

captain archer had the role of tactical officer narrowed down to just a handful of people. malcolm knew you’d be a great officer for the job - tough, intelligent, and honorable. still, he wanted it, too. more than anything. he’s not sure where the competitiveness came in - somewhere between passing by each other after the initial interviews and the field tests.

and when malcolm was chosen, he was a little ashamed at how good it felt. giving a tight nod and handshake to captain archer, then grinning when his peers gathered around to congratulate him. all except you, who only really dipped your head and walked off without a word. despite having been given a respectable role on malcolm’s security team, it wasn’t the tactical officer.

the first month or so was a bumpy ride for the both of you. malcolm, professional as ever, tried his best to be a fair commanding officer to those beneath him - especially you. but try as he might, there was a lot of friction. you’d think he was bossy, uptight, and snotty. he’d see you as disobedient and unprofessional. you would question his orders on occasion, thinking your ideas were better. malcolm developed a nasty habit of automatically shooting your suggestions down.

tensions ultimately boiled over to a verbal argument over the smallest thing - the placement of the phase pistols. whether or not they should be close to the door or beside the rifles or across from the flashbangs or whatever petty excuse one could find to keep yelling at the other. word eventually got back to captain archer through the lens of gossip. his solution to the tension was very inline for him - cooperating through force. sending you and malcolm on an away mission together for bonding time.

no amount of excuses or malcolm’s attempts at a doctor’s note would make it go away. so, on the next M-class planet enterprise came across, the both of you were paired up. sent to protect some of the xenobotanists to collect plant samples. very few words were spoken. malcolm kept his head on a swivel, forcing him to focus on work and not how well you seem to be getting on with one of the scientists.

nobody on enterprise could have predicted how quickly the weather took a turn for the worse. the sky grew a little cloudy, and before long, the wind itself seemed to be trying to flatten everything in its path. malcolm led the way back to the shuttlepod while you brought up the rear to help stragglers. everything was happening so fast - the shuttlepod was right there, malcolm was urging everyone inside, you blindly shove someone toward him, malcolm yells out your name, something hits your head, and everything is dark.

waking up in sickbay, it’s a surprise to find malcolm already there. he’s talking with phlox, and your head is still reeling from what must have been a nasty concussion. but then, as you’re sitting up, he’s there. hands in fists at his side, a stern knit of his brow, a rod in his spine - all normal malcolmisms. until he speaks, and you can’t recall ever hearing his voice so unsteady.

from that day on, things are…better? you and malcolm aren’t outwardly hostile anymore. he seems more willing to hear you out, and you fall into line a little easier. but to go on and call him your friend was still a reach. friends usually hang out and talk and laugh. you and malcolm have only had a single meal together once, and travis was there. you barely speak outside of your shifts. the closest you came to laughing together was because trip said something stupid that one time.

so it surprises you when, one day, malcolm approaches you in the armory. it’s late, every one else is off shift. it has been almost a month since the away mission accident, and he finally tells you how glad he was that you made it out. and then you guys just. talk. talk about your work on the enterprise, which of the crewmen might deserve a promotion, and how sorry malcolm was for ever making you feel like weren’t as good just because he was chosen as tactical officer.

of course, that means you have to apologize for being a little rebel. you couldn’t just let malcolm be the only one to apologize. that night, after a little more talking and even a laugh or two, you invite malcolm to movie night. he wasn’t planning on going, but the next day, he asked commander tucker which film will be playing.

movie night turned into late night chats in the mess hall afterward. those turned into malcolm walking you to your cabin. the moments spent lingering in the doorway grew longer and longer until you’re inviting him inside one night. you don’t even remember the excuse you thought up that successfully tricked malcolm into actually coming in, but the passionate way he was kissing you made you realize you didn’t even need to trick him at all. 

he spent the night in your quarters, and in the morning, he was stressing out in the way only malcolm can. talking about fraternization and breaking protocol and stuff like that. not even the way your fingers glided over his skin really made malcolm feel better. not until your lips found his again, and it was suddenly a lot easier to forget about protocol for the moment.

gossip spreads so quickly. trip is the first to find out somehow, and he’s genuinely happy for you. travis and hoshi approach him next, grinning and asking for details about how it happened. t’pol was surprised - she was still under the impression you both hated each other, and lamented that she evidently had much to learn about human relationships.

it’s hard for malcolm to remember the days when he despised moments when you merely walked into the room, hoping one day captain archer might break the news to him that you were being reassigned somewhere else. because when he’s in your cabin, holding you close, making you laugh accidentally while telling you about his day, he can't imagine not loving you.

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enterprise appreciation omg!! i’m so happy to see it. can i request captain archer + 💞? thank you!

💞 How do you win their heart?

have a deep sense of passion and adventure. face the world with grit and determination. jon becomes rather smitten very quickly if you tend to see things through his point of view. so many times, he's been told he's too reckless or impulsive or emotional in the way he faces obstacles. understanding jon in this way makes him more ready to open up and be vulnerable. in spite of the way the vulcans say it, jon is emotional. he connects with people more deeply when they burn as brightly as he does.

he knows he's stubborn. if you're able to rein him in when he needs it, jon's respect can morph rapidly into infatuation. it's less of a "he likes being bossed around" thing and more like "i'm relieved that you'd push back against my asshole tendencies and they won't scare you away."

also, being a dog person really helps.

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💝 for Trip please?

I hope you have a good day/night!

💝 Are they more likely to fall for someone if they’re friends first?

maybe not more likely, but still possible. trip is very much a victim to love at first sight - if he's not immediately catching feelings after the first conversation, then he might not think he's very into you. but trip tends to fall in love in two different ways: very slowly or all at once. he might value you as a friend but never even considered his feelings until one day he starts getting butterflies and then he's like huh? what is this? oh no.

trip doesn't do the whole slow-burn-friends-to-lovers thing very well. he'll struggle with understanding his feelings and being a little mad at himself for falling for a friend and now he wants more from you and it's a big mess for a few months until he just accepts it.

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💚/❌️ for my hubby Christopher Pike. Thank you

💚 What’s their type?

it's a little difficult to pin down chris' type just because he can find something to love in just about anybody. but a lot of the time, he gravitates towards kind and confident people. there's very little else he finds as attractive as someone with a deep compassion for other people and a certain self-assurance.

there are smaller traits he loves as a bonus. someone to enjoy his cooking and laugh at his jokes. someone who understands his responsibilities. a person who he can go to at the end of the day and not have to feel like captain pike - just christopher.

❌ Are they scared of being in love?

it's not being in love that scares him. loving you is one of the easiest things he's ever done in his life. chris loves to be in love - it's just all the things that comes with it that complicates things. chris comes across as an open book, but he's got some walls up. he tries to let you in - craves to take that vulnerable step with you. but something always holds him back.

but to say he's scared of being in love? i don't think so. not with how much he says it and shows it and breathes it.

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Captain Archer + 🧡/💛?

🧡 How do they confess that they like someone?

if there was ever a word to describe jonathan archer, it's blunt. he doesn't hide how he feels, especially when it comes to affection. he's the type to just spit it out. lay his heart out on the table and let you decide the next step. jon won't leave any room to let you doubt or wonder.

his only flaw in this situation is he might expect an answer from you immediately. jon has a tendency to be close-minded at times - if it was so easy for him to confess, shouldn't the same be for you? but he'll find the patience, if that's what it takes.

💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

"dropping hints" is a very generous phrase for jon. if he likes you, and he wants you to know it, it'll be difficult to ignore. he smiles more around you. speaks more softly and without his captain affectation. wants to know more about you and will ask soo many questions. there will be a noticeable uptick in one-on-one breakfasts.

jon doesn't go out of his way to really hide his affection, unless it risks harming someone's career. and as time goes on, you might notice he'll boldly take things a little further. light touches and longing glances. he might even joke that porthos seems to like you more than him.

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💛 for Jean-Luc? I'm happy to see you active again. I look forward to reading your work!

💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

yes i do, but like everything concerning jean-luc, he'll approach it in a different way totally unique to him. he doesn't drop very obvious hints, like a brush of hands or glancing at your lips. his method is done more quietly and carefully. in spite of his walls, jean-luc is a very loving and caring person - his way of dropping hints is done all to your benefit. offering tea when you're upset, putting in a good word to your superiors, assuring your ideas are listened to, giving genuine advice with no judgement.

he likes to think he's being so subtle, and he usually is. but for all his grace and intelligence, jean-luc does get flustered easily. if you respond to his little hints of affection and start reciprocating, it won't take long to catch him staring with a blush.

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jonathan archer 💓

💓 How do they act when they realize they’re in love/have a crush?

jon tries so, so very hard to keep a professional vibe. but he's never been able to hide his emotions very well - always one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and he knows this. to compensate, he might try to double down on keeping "professional barriers" up with you. maybe inviting you to breakfast a little less often, or not indulging in small talk between assignments and reports.

of course, this comes off as him being kinda cold towards you. jon can usually tell when he's being an ass, so the behavior won't last that long. and then it's only a matter of time before someone notices the heart eyes he's giving you all the time.

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send in a character and an emoji and i’ll answer!

After taking FOREVER to try and find a headcanons prompt that I liked, I decided to just make my own! All of them are centered around romance because this is an imagines blog… and that’s usually what you’re here for. You can feel free to reblog, of course.

❤️ Are they romantic?

🧡 How do they confess that they like someone?

💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

💚 What’s their type?

💙 What is their perfect date?

💜 What’s their favorite kind of gift?

🎁 What gift would they get their s/o?

🖤 Do they enjoy loving or being loved?

💔 How do you break their heart?

❣️ What makes them blush/gets their heart pounding?

💕 Their future goals in a relationship? How far do they want to take it?

💞 How do you win their heart?

💓 How do they act when they realize they’re in love/have a crush?

💗 How do they show affection?

💖 Do they like PDA or are they a private person?

💘 Do they take the time to learn more about their crush by talking/asking or observing?

💝 Are they more likely to fall for someone if they’re friends first?

❌ Are they scared of being in love?

🔍 Do they ask for advice or just deal with their crush on their own?

♒️ Do they end up checking to see if their signs are compatible? Or maybe do they do ‘love-tests’ (enter in your name and see if you’re meant for each other kind of thing)

🎇 Are the feelings they have like a whirlwind or are they able to keep it under control?

⭐️ Do they believe that soulmates exist?

🌹 Are they likely to say ‘I love you’ first?

🌸 How often do they say ‘I love you’?

💐 Do they enjoy giving compliments or do they like getting them more? What kind of compliments do they give/like?

🌺 Do they like to tease their significant other?

🍀 What’s their love language?

🌼 How do they view their significant other? Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.?

🥀 How do they act when falling out of love?

🌻 Will they do anything for their s/o? Will the crocodile tears win them over or are they stubborn on not giving in?

💋 How do they kiss?

👁 What’s their favorite part of their s/o?

👀 Are they protective?

🤧 How far will they go to take care of their sick s/o?

☠️ How do they react when they find out their s/o is dead?

🥳 How do they cheer their s/o up when they’re down?

😱 What makes them worry about their s/o the most?

🥰 How often do they stare lovingly at their s/o?

😎 How do they impress their s/o?

😆 How do they make their s/o laugh?

🏵 Do they enjoy Valentine’s Day?

🎫 How do they celebrate their s/o’s birthday and how would they like theirs to be celebrated with them?

🎀 Are they likely to fall for someone first or is it the other way around?

💌 Do they send loving/cutesy texts to their s/o?

🔪 Do they try to be a good influence on their s/o or do they not care?

🎉 Are they a fan of nicknames? Do they prefer cutesy, traditional or silly ones?

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QUIET CALCULATIONS (WHERE THE FAULT LIES)

request : Could you please do Crush > Confession > Dating for Seven of Nine ☆ seven of nine x reader wc: 702 gif

for seven of nine, developing and acting upon romantic feelings might as well be akin to taking a dip in the ocean without learning how to swim. she was generally aware of the physical symptoms - elevated blood pressure and dilating pupils and other scientific signs. but to actually experience them, along with the rush of strange emotions, unnerved seven at the start.

she’s always so sure of herself. content to let facts and logic guide her in spite of her humanity testing her resolve sometimes. and yes, as her time on voyager went on, her emotions came through from time to time. but not this. never an intense attraction to someone she thought of as a friend. not the unpleasant tightness in her stomach or clammy palms or an inability to make direct eye contact with you.

the doctor was “over the moon,” so to speak, when seven confided in him. she seemed intent on believing it was some sort of malfunction in her neural implants, and found little solace in the doctor giving her a clean bill of health and some unwanted advice.

spend more time with you? talk to you more? get to know you? such simple asks for anybody else, it bewildered seven that he would even suggest it. for a while, she chose to ignore the doctor’s advice - in an unBorg-like decision, maybe ignoring her feelings would make them go away. but one afternoon, when you were assigned to assist seven in some scans, it seemed so… natural to talk with you. as natural as socializing could be for seven, anyway.

frustratingly, others started to pick up on seven’s strange new feelings. captain janeway was the first, of course. she was amused but supportive, and gave more helpful words than the doctor. tom paris was among those who were more amused than supportive, having offered a “special holodeck program” so you and seven could “get to know each other better.” but seven was content with late night conversations over a panel and PADDs.

fear was an emotion she was still getting used to. it always hits her like a crack of lightning when she least expects it. seven feels the full brunt of it when an away mission goes wrong, and you’re hurt and bleeding, and the terror strikes her with its blinding white heat. in reality, it takes only a few minutes for voyager to realign their transporter signals, but it feels much longer for seven. too long.

it’s there in sickbay - with the doctor struggling to keep himself from eavesdropping - where seven of nine is open about her feelings. how much she’s come to enjoy your presence, your view on things, your intelligence - most importantly, how you see her. not as ex-Borg or formerly-human or however the crew tends to see her. just seven of nine. and she would deeply regret it if you could no longer be her friend.

her fears came true, in a funny way. strictly speaking, you were no longer friends. seven didn’t exactly know what to call it, and you always assured her that a title wasn’t very important to you. but surely private dinners in your quarters, late nights in the holodeck, and (attempting to) stargaze together meant you two were something.

dating was a concept seven never bothered to learn and practice with in her inital lessons with the doctor, and now she’s regretting her shortsightedness. you were patient and open-minded, yet seven was ever the perfectionist. thinking things needed to be just so in order for a date to be considered a success.

so to her surprise, you tell her that every day you spend with her is a success in your book. even if you did nothing but work in silence, or catch each others’ eyes during an emergency, or seven backing up one of your ideas during a briefing. it’s the little things that mean the most, and that’s a concept that seven of nine is still working to understand.

but really, it’s not that difficult to grasp. not when seven finds that she’s most relaxed when you two end up right where you started - together, in the cargo bay, talking to each other as if you’re the only people on the ship.

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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 ☆ emoji prompts: 💚/❌️

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 ☆ emoji prompts: 💓 | 🧡/💛

TRIP TUCKER:

☆ emoji prompts: 💝

MALCOLM REED:

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