Do you have first time sleeping togther/hooking up headcanons for TNG characters? I was about to be like 'I'd love in particular to hear about...' but then listed about half the TNG cast (of multiple genders, but feel free to stick to male characters if you want) because I am exceptionally thirsty lol. I do personally have a strong preference for top!M!reader, but go with what's in your heart
First Time With the TNG Boys! || Star Trek TNG x Top!M!Reader +18
(Worf, Data, Will, Picard, Geordi, Lore, Q)
Worf
Boy you'll have to WORK to top Worf. Even if you are bigger than him (somehow?? mans is 6'3" and jacked). He'd love the wrestle for domination and how you pin him down and kiss the back of his neck as you taunt him playfully.
He's into biting, fighting as foreplay, and brat taming/authority. Although, if he's bottoming, he likes following directions and being praised for being a good soldier.
Bite this mf as he's jerking off, praise him for looking so stunning, Tell him he's the best you've ever fucked by far and he'll blow the biggest load of your life.
Data
Would let you top if you asked him, honestly. He's never been with another man before and the logging of information would be rather useful.
Data would enjoy you praising him, asking for consent multiple times, and generally treating him gently and kindly. He's not the rough and tumble type, that would require a minimum 3 more days of research and an "uncomfortable" talk with Troi about BDSM and the psycho-sexual aspects of it.
CALL. THIS. MAN. BEAUTIFUL. He will not know what to do with himself as you fuck him slowly and praise him for being the most amazing man on the Enterprise.
William Riker
Would be a little hesitant to let you top, but would eventually say to hell with fear and let you hit.
Has a bit of a fear of "liking it too much", because even in the far future, internalized homophobia is still a thing. Especially for a "ladies' man" like Riker. He's not too comfortable with his sexuality just yet.
Tell him he's doing good, give him open communication and a place to state his worries, and he'll be screaming your name before you're halfway inside.
Picard
Now this man is hesitant taking it up the ass- not only because he's old an worried about being sore, but was around during the pre-crackdown of homophobia in the starship workplace, when subtle homophobia was commonplace. He's worried about what the other crew will think of him if they found out about your activities together.
Assurance goes a long way with Picard, also directing him with a massive amount of respect and understanding. (he'll never tell you this, but calling him "sir" really gets him going.)
Geordi
Honestly? the chillest of them all when you ask to top your first time together. like genuine "Yeah sure, that's fine". And it's obvious this isn't his first bottom rodeo.
Likes when you dirty talk to him tbh, it's a real engine-revver when you whisper in his ear that fucking him is all you've been thinking about for weeks.
Geordi especially likes hearing about your fantasies that involve him- tell him your wet dreams!! Please!!
Lore
This man is a total slut for being degraded/domineered. I mean seriously, look at that lil guy! He's a brat just begging to be tamed!
Push him around, show him who's boss, and roleplay about being a cop and a roguish, sassy criminal.
Despite his secret obsession with being used like a fucktoy, Lore also loves being worshipped and praised on a genuine level- and on a superficial one too, to set the record straight.
Q
Q is the most excited to bottom, offering his ass at a moment's notice the second you suggest topping for your first time together.
Granted, he has no idea what he's doing, so you'd have to guide him. He likes being teased and being squirmy, so watch out for that.
What really gets Q off is the illusion of being restrained. Cuffs, ropes, anything- even you pressing him into the mattress is enough to really get Q moaning about how a "big strong human" feels so good inside him.
Heya! Can you make a cute short fic with Q? I've been obsessed with him lately, anything should be perfect!
Cultural Differences
Pairing: Q x fem!reader
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Words: 2K
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Sometimes it is better to ask for the reason for an extraterrestrial ritual.
Often it is better to do this before the ritual, otherwise you will come back with an omnipotent being as your husband.
A/N: Thank you so much for your request, I really hope you like it. I feel like this is not the best thing I've ever written, because I find Q difficult to write, but I really tried.
Frowning, she stared at him from narrowed eyes as she did her best to remain calm and stop herself from smacking the smug grin off his face:
" I'm sorry, what?"
She truly hoped she had misheard and the all-knowing being/her lover before her, had not said what she thought she had heard.
"I asked when the honeymoon was scheduled to start."
She was pretty sure the confusion on her face was more than evident. "Where the hell did you come up with honeymoon? You do know what that is, don't you?"
Offended, Q pursed his mouth and jumped up, clapping his hands. "Mon amour, you insult me. Of course I know what a honeymoon is. I am Q, I know everything." He stepped towards her, bent down to take her face in his hands, and smiled his most charming smile, which usually made her heart pound, but now more than upset her. "It's a time for a newly married couple, to spend together." He pulled her up an
With great effort, she tried not to let her shudder show and looked up at him sceptically. "Have you not noticed your mistake, O all-knowing Q?" Her voice was mocking, something she would never have dared to do in his presence at the beginning of their acquaintance, for fear of being turned into a frog.
"Maybe I'll have to give you a bit of a jolt: Newly. Married. Only people who have just got married go on honeymoons. We're together, not married, Q."
Now it was up to him to look confused, an expression she rarely saw on his face, and would have more than enjoyed under other circumstances. "We ... are, though?"
"Oh," she laughed out, having to hold onto the top of his uniform to keep from falling. "Oh no, we're not. Believe me, my dear, I would remember such a ceremony."
A frown took up residence on his face and slowly her laughter died away. "But... you said that you ..." Q seemed distracted and instantly she felt bad and took his hand.
"Hey. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, honey. I didn't mean to say I wouldn't. It's just..."
Q interrupted her. "The ceremony was three hours ago. How can you not remember that?"
"What?" All humour had disappeared and she was back to confusion. "Q three hours ago we were on the planet doing this strange water ritual that the inhabitants insisted on because they believed we were the incarnations of the divine royal pair before the Captain had had a chance to... oh my God."
She stared at him from widened eyes. "Q. Please tell me we didn't get married down there." He fell silent. "Q!"
"You told me not to tell you," he returned, staring at the floor in a huff, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his mouth twisted into a pout.
She was at a loss for words. Of course she loved him, they had been together for years, but this? A wedding? Without even knowing about it?
She sank down on the sofa and lowered her head into her hands. Now even the stupid grin from him, throughout the ceremony made sense, or the surprisingly passionate kiss after it.
For a few minutes Q was actually silent before he spoke up again. "I thought you knew."
His voice was low and he sounded guilty, a register of voice she had never heard on him before. She looked up. "How the hell could I have known about this! It was a first contact mission! I thought it was some kind of welcoming ritual."
"Aren't you the ship's anthropologist?" Gradually she became more agitated and jumped up. "I like to say it again, FIRST CONTACT MISSION!!! We knew nothing about the planet except that it was warp capable, though still believed in the old gods. That was it. How was I supposed to know about this ritual?" Q started to reply, however, she waved it off with a snort. "You can save that." With long strides she walked over to her door.
"Where are you going?"
"To blow off steam," she hissed back, giving him a cold look as he tried to follow her. "Alone."
He stuck his chest out and leaned down to her. "I am a Q. You cannot command me mortal." His words hurt more than she had believed, yet she only jutted her chin. "Stay away from me and leave me alone for this moment so I can think or I swear I will never speak another word to you." She was angry and Q knew it, however he didn't seem to believe her. "You wouldn't be able to bear that. You love me too much for that."
All he earned was another cold stare before she continued her way down the corridor. "Mon amour?"
His call reached her ears before the turbolift doors closed, yet she did not respond. For the moment, she needed her peace. Apparently Q seemed to have realised that too, because contrary to her expectations, he had not followed her into the lift, for which she was grateful to him.
Q had been right.
She would never in her life be able to stand not talking to him again.
Her path led her to the botanical garden and only there, on one of the benches, hidden behind one of the huge rhododendron bushes, did she allow her frustration and fear and all her other feelings to run free and ruffle her hair.
Married! Her! To Q!
She wasn't arrogant enough not to admit that she hadn't imagined it at least once, however, she had usually swept those ideas aside quickly because the idea was ridiculous.
Q, the Q, capricious, omnipotent and as old as time itself, as a husband who dutifully waits at home for his wife to come home, with meals cooked and quarters freshly cleaned? If she hadn't felt so much like crying, she would have laughed.
Just the idea of Q in a relationship was bizarre and she was the other part of that relationship.
"Are you all right?"
Startled, she started up and looked into the questioning and kind face of the android in gold uniform who was looking at her. "You look like you are not well and as a friend, I was wondering if I could offer my help."
A small smile crept onto her lips. Data really was a case in point.
Sighing, she shook her head. "I'm afraid not, my friend. This is a problem between me and Q."
"Ah." Data tilted his head in understanding. "You are experiencing emotional misery due to a problem in your relationship." He settled down on the bench beside her after a moment's consideration. "However, I am sure that you will overcome this crisis, as you did the many crises before it."
She glanced to the side. "I'm not so sure about that. This isn't about a prank being played or the fact that he thinks I'm a little too reckless on missions." She swallowed. "When we were on this planet, before you could bring us up, we had to participate in a ritual that was apparently a wedding ceremony. And he knew, but didn't say anything!"
Date nodded slowly. "And you are upset because you do not want a marriage with him."
"What? No!"
"So you do desire this marriage with him?"
"No!"
Data looked confused. "So you do not wish for marriage, but equally you wish for it."
Again she sighed. "Data, I'm not mad about the wedding itself. I mean, sure I'm a little pissed about that too, but it's much more the fact that he didn't tell me."
"You feel like he took away your choice."
"Maybe."
"Have you talked to him about it?"
She stared at the floor in front of her. "Not really. I rather... well... rushed out of our quarters because I needed time to myself." Data hummed in agreement and rose. "Perhaps you should talk to him about it then. Counselor Troi has explained to me that the key to a good relationship and marriage, is communication."
She winced slightly at the word 'marriage', but still had to smile at the idea that her synthetic friend had received relationship advice from the ship's Counselor. Whatever for.
"Perhaps."
Data nodded goodbye and left her alone. For a few minutes she tried to compose herself before she spoke his name softly, barely audible.
"Q."
Within a split second he appeared in a flash of light before her, on his knees and his hands held into a praying pose. "Mon étoile, please forgive me. I promise you, I really believed you knew." He almost hugged her legs. "Please don't leave me alone. I can't stand this without you. I'm sorry, I really am. Tell me what you want me to do. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."
Shocked, she stared down at him. "Q, you haven't been alone for fifteen minutes!"
Q just shook his head. "Fifteen minutes too long." She sighed and gently tugged at his curls to lift his gaze to her. "I want to talk to you. And for that, you need to be calm. Sit down, please." She gestured to the seat next to her where Data had been sitting until just a moment ago and Q complied with her request almost instantly, even seeming nervous by his standards, which made her feel a tiny bit guilty since she had never seen him so upset.
There was silence between them before Q dared to raise his voice. "Are you still angry with me?"
"I don't think so." She shook her head and folded her hands in her lap. "I'm disappointed, though, Q." He let out a small whimper. "That's almost worse."
"Q, I want you to understand that I'm not necessarily upset because we got married. To be honest, it's something I personally wouldn't object to." She reached for his hand and ran her thumb over the back of it. "It's how that bothers me."
"I know you believed I knew. Still, you should have asked me Q, at least to be sure. By not doing so, you took away my chance to make a decision. Not that I would have said 'no' to a wedding," she added quickly when she saw the sad expression on his face. "However, I would have preferred that if we had decided to get married, that it happened with the full and conscious consent of both of us, in the presence of the people we care about. And not on a foreign planet, surrounded by strangers who think we are incarnations of their gods."
Carefully, she pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. "I love you Q, I really do. But you must understand my point of view."
For a few moments Q was silent before he nodded slowly. "I understand you, mon amour. And I'm sorry. I should have asked and made sure you knew what you were getting into. I should have thought about the consequences my actions could bring instead of just thinking about myself and the opportunity I was presented with."
"You should have," she admitted, smiling gently at him.
He smiled slightly sheepishly and she thought she had rarely seen him so shy and vulnerable. "If it makes you feel any better, the Ajghasti ceremony is not legal under Federation law anyway. So strictly speaking, we're not married after all."
Relieved, she exhaled. "Thank heavens for that. I really hadn't wanted to get married like this." Q glanced to the side and she could tell he was trying to mask his hurt, so she leaned closer and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'd really rather marry you in a decent way, surrounded by friends and family and who knows. Maybe I can get the Captain convinced to perform the ceremony." By now Q was staring at her wide-eyed. "Unless you've had enough of married life after all, after just over three hours of it."
Q jumped up, pulling her with him and twirling her around as a laugh escaped him. "Oh, mon amour, you shouldn't have said that. Now I guarantee you won't get rid of me." Dizzy from the spinning, she clung to his arms and smiled up at him. She was sure the heat had darkened her cheeks, however, her eyes shone with joy where a few minutes ago there had been anger
Request: Could I have a scenario where William Riker gets comforted by his s/o when he is upset? - alivemercyno
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"Will isn't doing too well right now." Deanna's voice broke your concentration.
You looked at her puzzled for a second before realising what she'd said. "Is he ok?" You asked to double-check.
She shook her head and her eyes were full of sadness. "He rushed past me and barely said a word but I know it wasn't anything personal."
"I'll go see to him. Can you send my apologies to the others?"
She nodded and you said your thanks before swiftly leaving towards yours and Will's shared quarters.
When you arrived everything was dark. Quietly you snuck through the space to the bedroom and saw the man on his side in bed, the sheets covering him.
"Will?" You whispered, unsure if he was awake or not. There was no answer so you repeated yourself, taking an extra step into the room.
That's when you heard him sniffling, to anyone else it may have sounded like the sniffles someone got when the had a cold, but you'd known the man long enough to know those were anything but, even without Deanna's inside knowledge of his state right now.
Sitting on the bed in front of him you carded your fingers through his hair gently, the man leant into your touch "What's wrong?" You spoke quietly.
Will pushed himself up in bed so he was sat upright, his eyes were red rimmed, clearly from crying. "I feel like I let a lot of people down today."
You placed your hand on his knee reassuringly "I'm sure you did anything but. If you want to talk about it though I'm always here to listen."
"I made some wrong calls today, made a fool of myself in front of some new Ensign's. It was totally a lapse in memory and I could tell that the Captain was disappointed."
You looked into the man's eyes, he'd stopped sniffling now but his eyes were still shiny and red. "Did you cause anyone harm?"
"No." He shook his head very slightly at the same time.
"Did you cost anyone their job?"
"No."
"You have nothing to worry about. Everyone makes small mistakes and the Ensigns are probably too in awe at the Enterprise still to even know what you said was wrong. You're not first officer for no reason Will. You have that title for a reason."
The man was quiet for a second as he mulled over his thoughts "yeah I suppose. It still doesn't feel great though."
"I know and I'm not saying you have no reason to be upset, you do and you're allowed to be upset. But think about some of the positives, no matter how small, so it doesn't weigh you down as much. The little bit of weight you can get off the anchor means you're closer to moving again, no matter how small."
You thought about what said for a second and laughed "Did that even make any sense? I'm not really sure."
Will felt a smile form, your analogy was somewhat true and it was certainly making him feel better. "I don't know what I'd do without you Y/N. Truly."
You gave him a soft smile "and I have absolutely no clue what I'd do without you." Giving his knee one last squeeze you stood up. "You find a movie, I'll replicate some food."
The man smiled and adjusted himself into a comfier position as he watched you walk away. He really did appreciate you and he was almost certain that without you he'd have sunk a long time ago.
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Summary: You leave the annual officers’ ball early, and the handsome Chief Engineer finds you in a similar situation to him.
Words: 1100+
Warnings: a couple swears, mild making out
Author’s Notes: This fic is inspired by @lorenceofbaby ’s post about Geordi x reader ideas! I combined a couple of them (the awkwardly flirting in ten forward then making out and the annual officers’ ball one), hope y’all enjoy! I also might write more of the ideas at some point!
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You honestly don’t know why you bothered going in the first place, fully aware that you’d probably spend the entire night alone. You got all dressed up, figured you’d have at least a bit of fun, but it’s not the same without anyone to enjoy it with.
Tonight is the annual officers’ ball aboard The Enterprise, almost everyone is there and celebrating another year of successful space exploration. As happy as that makes you and as much as you love your job here though, a beautiful evening of dancing and dining where nearly every other officer has a date gets a bit lonely, especially when there was a specific person you wish you could share it with.
Not that you really expected it would ever play out that way. After all, he’s one of the senior officers, why would he pay attention to someone like you? You’ve chatted maybe twice, both stumbling over your words and then moving on with your days. Nothing could ever happen between you, and you wish you could just accept your silly little crush as just that.
You scurry down the halls, trying to decide where to spend the remaining hours of the ball, somewhere no one will see you and pity you. The Holodeck is an obvious option, but you doubt some elaborate dream sequence will make you feel any better. You could just go back to your quarters, but that doesn’t appeal to you either.
You decide to just go to Ten Forward, it should be mostly empty and you can just sit in silence with a nice drink, and sure enough, there’s only a couple other people in there, plenty of tables open and no one blinks an eye as you replicate yourself a snack and drink and sit down. You gaze out the window and try to clear your head, ignoring the faint laughs and music you can still hear from here.
After a while you hear the door slide open behind you, and quickly look away as soon as you realize who it is.
Geordi La Forge. None other than the man you’ve developed a silly little crush on. Shit.
He looks around a few times, and unexpectedly heads in your direction. There’s tons of tables in here, why is he coming towards you?
“Hey, um,” he says as he approaches you. “You didn’t like the ball? I noticed you left and wanted to make sure you’re okay,”
He...wanted to check on you?
“Oh! No, I’m fine,” you lie. Although the gesture astounds you, there’s no way you’re going to tell him the truth.
“Okay. Well, you look very nice. It’s a shame no one gets to see you there,” he smiles, but it soon contorts into a frown. “What I mean is, they did see you, you were there, but you’re not right now. They’re not seeing you right now. Damn-”
“Geordi,” you laugh. “I get what you mean. Thank you for the compliment,”
The awkward conversation between the two of you is very normal, but something seems different this time. Is he actually flirting with you? Or just being nice?
“Were you not having fun either?” you ask, quickly realizing you just revealed your situation. Great.
“I wish I could say I was,” he sighs. “Maybe these kind of things just aren’t for me. I’m not very...entertaining at parties. At least not the way other people are,”
You nod, “I get that,”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I mean like, sure, I have friends, I can make decent conversation and I try to be friendly, but sometimes that’s just not enough,” you shrug. “Sometimes I’m just a little too weird for people to want to be around me, I guess. Gets a little lonely, but it is what it is,”
“You do get it,” he sits down across from you, his visor staring you down intently. “And it’s like whenever you try to connect with someone, they say you’re-”
“Too much,” you shake your head. “Mhmm,”
You watch as the tension within him visibly releases, he relaxes with a slight grin on his face.
“Do you-” he starts. “Do you want to go back to the ball? With me?”
“What, and be lonely together?” you snort.
“Why not?” he holds out his hand, and you happily take it.
He eagerly pulls you down the hallway, making it back to the ball with just over an hour to spare. It’s just as crowded and daunting as before, but entering next to him gives you a sense of comfort.
“I can’t say I’m any good at it,” he turns to you. “But would you like to dance?”
“Sure,” you beam, wrapping your arms around him.
Neither of you are very much on beat or in sync, but for the first time tonight, and possibly for hundreds of stardates, you feel completely blissful and hopeful. You’ve made more than just a friend, someone who you thought was unattainable revealed to understand you on a level no one else ever has. It’s like as soon as you clicked all the barriers came crashing down, and now you’re free to build whatever you want from it.
You dance and chat the rest of the time, past when most people have left, and you barely even notice. Regardless of if he felt the same for you before tonight, he certainly seemed different now, more confident, more comfortable. Maybe you were seeing the real him now, deeper than the surface level interactions and your imagination. You never believed those people who said once you connect with the right person, everything goes smoothly, but you’re sure considering it now.
You don’t always move so fast, but when he kisses you in the turbolift afterwards you have no intention of backing away, if anything you immediately deepen the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his hair and telling the computer to go somewhere else every minute to delay the doors opening. You never could’ve imagined how good of a kisser he’d be, yet another surprise to add to the list.
Eventually the doors do have to open though, and you barely break away before someone sees you. He takes your hand again and drags you out with him, unable to contain a smirk as you stumble down the corridor.
He walks you back to your quarters, taking a deep breath as he squeezes both your hands.
“I had a great time with you tonight,” he says. “I still can’t believe it,”
“Me neither,” you chuckle. “But I had an amazing time too,”
“Would you want to do it again sometime?” he asks. “I mean of course if you want it to just be a one time thing that’s fine, but I don’t know, I think this-”
“This could work?” you smile, finishing his sentence once again.
“Yeah. I really think this could work,”
“Me too,” you kiss him one last time. “Goodnight, Geordi,”
He waves as you close the door, a cheeky grin still plastered across his lips.
It was no news to anyone that Captain Picard was a man of fine tastes. He’d love to take you to classical operas, strolling through the art museums of Paris, and occasionally, into his Dixon Hill stories; but his favourite thing to do with you was take you to a point in history he thought was fascinating and watch it play out with you.
Will was a smooth man, but playful at heart. As much as he’d love to serenade you in a bar every night, he also loved to bring out a beach and just walk hand in hand with you along the waterside. On that same note, swimming with him? The cutest. He could not get enough of swimming with you. He’d splash a little water at your face, you’d splash back, and suddenly he’d be sending a whole wave at you!
Geordi knew you (almost) better than he knew his engines, so when it came to picking a fun date to go on, he knew just what to do. He had a couple ideas, actually- children’s science centers where they’d have neat games to play and simple ideas to take your mind off the complexity of the 24th century, sci-fi movie nights, or- and this ended up being your favourite- into movies to either observe or participate.
Initially, Data had invited you to join him and Geordi in his Sherlock simulations, but Geordi seemed to have said something to him to take that back and choose something more suited for a date. (You thought that would’ve made a wonderful date, however, Geordi absolutely insisted you would regret it)
Ultimately, he ended up taking you to art galleries from all over the galaxy every week and giving you detailed histories of anything you seemed vaguely interested in.
Deanna had no problem picking what to do for dates. She always knew exactly how to melt your stresses away, and if you weren’t stressed? She knew just how to make sure you still had the time of your life. Sometimes she’d get Geordi’s help to program a stunning display of colours while you sat in the middle of a void, or other times she’d simply bring you to a room full of puppies.
Worf would sulk around his quarters in solitude for hours before admitting he needed help coming up with something. He went to Deanna, who told him he already knew what was best, but he thought there was no way you’d enjoy one of his training programs!
But you did. You’d been wanting to join in for months, but never asked because you knew he’d say no. It took a lot for Riker to convince him, why would he let you? When he asked if you’d want to come, you got changed immediately.
You loved her dearly, but Beverly Crusher wasn’t much fun when it came to holodeck dates. She struggled to think of things to make up for the two of you, even though she knew you like the back of her hand. She’d go to Picard to ask for advice, and end up with something far too sophisticated for your tastes- ultimately, you usually ended up on her couch, just cuddling up and watching a movie or both reading.
Welsey would take you from one end of the galaxy to the other. He loved to teach you about the subtleties and intricacies of anything he could, which sometimes had you sitting on the edge of a cliff watching three suns set, or floating in space watching an asteroid belt.
Prompt: Data x Reader where the reader's daughter asked data of they could dance
Words: 855
Fic type: Fluff
Warnings: None
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"Data? Can I ask you something?" Your daughter asked, entering the living room.
He was watching your daughter while you were working your shift. You had finally decided to leave your boyfriend and daughter alone together. Data had always seemed to be good with her; she was well behaved with him. He had convinced you that he could watch her when your babysitter canceled.
Data was sitting on the couch, with his cat Spot in his lap. "Did you need something, Little One?" he asked as she walked over to him.
"Can we dance? Mama said that you knew how." She climbed on the couch and reached out to pet Spot.
"Dinner time is in 8 minutes. we can eat early and dance until your mother comes home." Data watched her face light up a large smile spread across her face.
"HECK YEAH!" your daughter shouted in victory and ran to the dining table as Data stood setting Spot on the couch. Data gave his cat a pat on his head. He walked over to where she was sitting in her booster seat swinging her legs back and forth waiting for Data.
"You take too long," she complained looking him in the eyes.
"Patience is a virtue," Data reminded, "Computer, Chicken Soup in a small bowl."
The replicator whirled and produced it. Data sat it in front of her and watched her eat. She would blow on each spoonful before putting it in her mouth. It confused him
"Why do you blow on your food?" He asked, breaking their silence.
"it helps the food cool down." She said taking another spoonful, "See the steam? It means that it's too hot to eat, Silly."
"Who taught you that?" Data wondered as he watched as she taught him to blow on his food.
"Mommy did." He nodded and went back to watching her eat.
When she finished she ran into her room as Data cleaned up the Table. She returned with a storybook and placed it onto the table.
"I thought I was going to dance with you."
"You are, It's my story for later." He nodded to her, glancing at the book. The Velveteen Rabbit, her favorite book.
"What kind of dance?" Data asked as she made her way over to him.
She shrugged taking his hands and stepping on his feet. "Now you dance."
"Why are you standing on my shoes?" Data asked looking down at her with his head cocked to one side.
"Because. You are supposed to be dancing," she said, sticking her bottom lip out and looked up at her.
Data did not understand, "How am I supposed to dance if you are standing on me?"
Your daughter groaned and thumped her head against his stomach. It met with a dull thud. Data decided to ask his friend. He took both of his hands and rested one on her back to help hold her and one to tap his combadge.
"Data to Geordi."
"Is everything going okay?" Geordi asked referring to the babysitting.
"How do I dance if she stands on my shoes?" Data asked.
Geordi laughed, "You do your part of the dance. She's too little, it's easier for her if she's on your shoes.
"Thank you, Geordi."
"Any time."
he tapped his com twice badge before addressing the computer, "Computer, play Dmitri Shostakovich's Waltz number 2."
"We are going to do a Waltz box step, Okay?" Data explained taking her hands again moving in perfect form.
She had a huge smile on her face, Data knew that it's his job to always make her smile from this moment on. He would do anything he could to make sure that smile never left her face. He listened to her giggles as she would lean back and hold his hands tight.
They danced to a few more songs before she stepped off his shoes and looked up at him, "Can you hold me?" She asked she lifted her arms making grabby hands. He stopped and nodded lifting her up. She rested in his arms. He had one arm under her and the other on her back.
He started dancing again with a huge smile on his face, she had a similar one. She rested her head on his shoulder starting to drift off. Data kept going until he was sure that she was asleep.
When you arrived home that night, You found Data sitting on the couch with your daughter in his lap. It took a moment before you realized she was asleep. You smile at the two of them and walking over to Data giving him a kiss before leaving one on her forehead.
"I heard the two of you danced," You said stretching and moving to the Replicator.
"We did. She fell asleep after." He said. You smiled and glanced back over two of them with a smile. You haven't seen her this relaxed with any other man besides her birth father.
"After I eat do you want to go to sleep? I'm exhausted," You admitted asking for eggs and bacon.
"Of course." You walked over to the couch and sat down to eat.
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That morning you woke up in bed with your daughter sandwiched between the two of you asleep. You had no idea when she came in last night, but you didn't mind. You felt happy.
Hello. Your writing is great. May I request TNG Worf, so comforts his s/o after she saves him from getting injured on a mission and the comms are unresponsive?
♦️{ I didn’t understand the last part of your request, so I just create a drabble where Worf comforts his S/O }
♦️ WORF ♦️
The Klingon was v ery worried.
He felt so guilty for what happened, it would have never happened. He didn’t feel fine, at all. He should have been there for you and protect you but he was not. He was in trouble.
Worf was at the sickbay, comforting you after the bad experience the two of you had lived. He didn’t forgive himself to be so reckless and he didn’t forgive you to have risked your life like that.
“The Doctor said you are not in danger and you should heal soon, but it’s better if you stay here until the risk won’t be over.” Worf said with a severe tone of voice.
“I feel fine, and there has never been a risk, I am able to come back at my job even today.” You said, you were not lying saying you felt fine because you really did but Worf was worried, you could read anxiety in his eyes despite his expression was harsh but you knew, he was a good person and he cared about the things he loved.
“There has been any risk? You have been injured, you risked dying. It was definitely a risk.” His voice raised, he was stubborn. Maybe you were more reckless than he was.
“Ah, ok…Ok, but now I am fine, so there’s nothing to worry about.” You reassured him.
“You should have not done it…” Worf said, almost whispering, because he was not able to explain himself and his honour was broken. He just felt like a Klingon without honour.
“What do you mean?” you asked, confused and you didn’t regret what you did. You would do it thousands of times. You would never leave Worf alone.
“You know what I mean. You saved me…It was stupid.” He said, harshly.
“Why stupid?” you answered, and saving a life was not stupid. Especially saving Worf’s life. It was courage, love, not stupidity.
“You didn’t have to do it…It was dangerous, indeed, you got hurt.”
“Yes, but you would have been hurt then…” you said and it looked like a challenge of who was the most stubborn person between the two of you.
“It didn’t matter, I am a warrior, after all, I would fight till the end.” He said and you sighed. When Worf started to talk about warriors, you could not bear him.
“Yes, I know but… I don’t want to lose you.”
“I don’t want to lose you, too…” his tone was softer than before, because it was important, it was hard to say the truth, which he truly cared.
“Things are great now, we should not think about the bad consequences that would have been.” You explained, maybe you were the one who had to comfort him now.
“Yes, I know…” he could not stop to blaming himself.
“You don’t have to be worried, you have no fault…” you keep saying, so angry that he could not understand but at the same time, you found him so sweet in his harsh ways.
“I should have…”
“No, I did what I did because I loved you, I could not live without you…”
Your words hit him, they were so true and sweet, he looked down and he was glad, but he was still so proud. He was a real warrior but he was still unable to fight his feelings or to be nicer with himself.
Then Worf looked you in the eyes, you knew he felt the same for you, he didn’t need to say it, he was so shy sometimes but you were sure, his love was strong and sincere. He would not be here, he would be not worried if he didn’t care about you.
“I let you rest, I would be glad if you stay here more, be sure to feel totally rescued.” Word said, this time had been so sentimental that he was surprised of himself as well.
“Ok, ok…But could I come back to my quarters, at least?” you asked him.
“Yes, you can… I will visit you to make sure you are not forcing yourself.”
Yes, he was not going to give up, he was such a severe nurse.
