#sorry to everyone who have had to wait for me because my stupid stylus got washed in the washing machine

[ev7nescent]

I should get to my requests.... thank you all for being so patient with me (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

For anyone confused: I changed the username from @artxstic-scr1bbles to the current one :)

[mystery-star]

The Biggest Compliment – Spock

Pairing: Spock (AOS) x gender-neutral reader

Warnings: none

Words: 3944

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Of course everyone in the 23rd century knew about Starfleet. But while you were certain that you would never join them, you had not believed that you would need to work together with their Academy one day. You hadn’t known what they wanted of you, when you had been told that your designer talent was needed. First you thought they might want to have new uniforms but probably a tailor would be better for this. Then you speculated over the possibility that they wanted a new logo. Or maybe it just was something like an advertisement for new recruits or so.

The thing they needed your help with, however, turned out be a test. Well, a simulation, to be exact. They wanted to animate the whole thing new. And not just animate, as you heard also the coding hat been redone, for whatever reason. After they had shown you what the old simulation looked like, you were introduced to your co-worker; the one who had written the new coding. It was a Vulcan and you didn’t know what to think of that. Not because he was not human but because you had never seen a Vulcan ‘close-up’ but hat heard a lot of, not so good, things about their race. As it seemed, also the instructor who was showing you around didn’t seem to be a big fan of him and leant closer to you before he left you in your new office.

“Don’t mind him, he can get pretty prissy sometimes” he whispered to you before he wished you good work and then left, leaving you alone with the man you’d spend the next weeks with. You looked at him for a while and didn’t know what to say.

“May I see what you have?” he asked. It was the first time you heard his voice and you had to admit, it sounded quite good.

“What do you mean, what I have?”

“I am certain you have already prepared something” he said it with such a certainty that made you feel bad that you had, in fact, nothing.

“No?” he raised an eyebrow “Look, I literally heard what they want from me half an hour ago. Before, they only told me that they needed my as a designer and I had no idea what it was” he remained silent and you didn’t like that “All I have are a few notes. I’m sure you couldn’t have made drafts beforehand if they just called you to their office for making a new code without telling you what it was about first”

“That is not quite correct. I have asked to reprogram the test myself and therefore have arrived to the meeting sufficiently prepared” you rolled your eyes

“Well as I said, I only took a few notes during the simulation I watched”

“May I see those?” he held out his hand to you

“It’s just the basics, like what notes what it is about. Because I was told that you would tell me exactly what you need” he still didn’t move his hand, so you sighed “Fine, here you go” you pulled out your PADD and placed it on the table. Because you didn’t want to give it into his hand if he behaved like that. He had a look then pointed at the title.

“The simulation is called Kobayashi Maru, not Cobrayoshi Moru”

“Well excuse me for understanding it wrong” he didn’t reply and continued

“What do you mean by ‘good ship’?”

“The ship, this Kobayashi Maru that is in distress”

“Then please describe it accordingly

“As I said” you hissed “this are only first notes”

“Besides, I already have defined the amount of the Klingon warbirds to five, so your note that reads ‘ca. 4-5 enemy ships’ is inaccurate”

“I counted them on the screen of the simulation I watched. And apparently that wasn’t good or else you wouldn’t have reprogrammed it, right?”

“I have solely noticed inconsistencies in the coding. The animation itself was not much flawed”

“Okay” you took a deep breath “How about we sit together and you tell me exactly what you want, so that I can get working on it?”

“For now, I solely need one of the animated warbirds”

“But that’ll take hours to make. I could make a sketch in 5 minutes or so”

“I need a three-dimensional model of it”

“Well, I don’t have one right now. The only ship that I can offer you as a model of a cruise ship. Or no, maybe we also have one of a science fiction starship somewhere”

“I do not need a cruise ship or a random starship” he explained that he needed the actual ship that would be used in the simulation so that he could finetune the programmed movements with the animation.

“Good then give two hours and you’ll have a draft-model. I can still change it later on when you have calibrated it”

“Very well” he gave a nod and you sat down at the desk that had been prepared and started unpacking your stuff before you got working on some sketches. Suddenly, you noticed that someone was standing behind you and you turned around.

“Please don’t do that”

“What are you referring to?”

“Looking over my shoulder. It’s distracting. I can’t work like that” he raised an eyebrow but left you alone.

-

About half an hour later you were ready to present him your three drafts of the ships.

“I only requested one”

“Yes, but I made three versions. Drafts”

“I have not asked for drafts, especially multiple ones”

“Do you have any idea how design works? Obviously not or you’d have done the damn animation yourself” you muttered the last part “I always make drafts for a client after they told me what they need, which you didn’t even do, so sorry if I don’t get it quite right on the first try.”

“I have informed you that I need to have a model of a Klingon warbird”

“And here you have three drafts” you pointed at three models “Which one do you like best?”

“I do not like them” you had to bite back a sigh and a part of you just wanted to smack him right in the face.

“Good” you said, taking a deep breath and picking up your stylus “Then what would you like instead?”

“I would have preferred if you had invested all your time into one model instead of three”

“Look, I will put more work into one of them, just tell me which one is the best”

“They are all flawed” at least you now totally understood what this other man had meant with that he could get prissy.

“Well it are only drafts” you explained “Don’t Vulcans do drafts?”

“We do not prepare several different versions if only one is needed since it would be a waste of time”

“Good speaking of wasting time; just tell me which model you want me to edit and make it perfect”

“No matter how much work you will put in it, it will always stay an animated model and therefore will never be perfect”

“Which. Ship?!” you hissed gesturing at your PADD.

“This one” he pointed at the second draft “However….” You had to fight not to roll your eyes. Of course you knew there was a ‘but’ coming. You did your best to not become upset when he told you what mistakes you had made on your draft, while you made notes on the most important points. A part of you wondered how long you could take it before you just broke his nose, cut off his ears, ripped off his bangs or rammed your stylus in his eye. Or all together.

-

While you started to get working on the chosen model, Commander Spock took the draft to link it with his coding, while you tried to make the starship as authentic as possible which was not so easy without an accurate source or idea how it looked like except for the description you had gotten. When you left for the day, your client seemed to be a bit disappointed that you could not finish the model already. For that reason you decided to come an hour earlier the following day but to your dismay, the Vulcan was already there

“Did we not agree that you may start at 0830 hours?” you had been in the office for three seconds and already were pissed off by him again although you had tried not to be anymore.

“Yes but since I didn’t come as far as I wanted yesterday, I decided to come earlier today. The sooner I get the animation done the better” because it meant, among other, that you would be rid of him. Luckily, you didn’t need to talk to him that much today. But then he requested you to get a second model for the second ship. “Give me a second”

“I doubt you can create an accurate model in a second”

“Just watch and see” you tapped on the model you were already working on and duplicated it “there. Took me a little under two seconds”

“You cannot just duplicate the model”

“Oh but I can. I can also centuple it” you glared at him, tapped the model again, called up the settings and set the number of duplicates to 100 and when you returned, the whole screen was filled with ships “There. That should occupy you for a while”

“As I already said, there are only five ships that I need for the simulation. Besides, I cannot use these duplicates. If you wish to copy your models, you need to use a template”

“Well okay” you said “But that’ll take me a couple of minutes” he gave a nod “Why thank you, (Y/N)” you muttered to yourself “Thank you for your co-operation and withstanding my coldness”

-

Because he wanted all ships to be visually different, you decided to change minor details on them before you gave him the new model. Once you had prepared all ships, even the Kobayashi Maru, you needed to take care of the surroundings for which you designed the space, of course in the dimensions that Spock had told you. Then you set your models into it and adjusted their positions so that they more or less corresponded with the coordinates that Spock had programmed for them. When he had a look at the model he raised an eyebrow

“What now?” you asked, knowing that something did not please him at all.

“The positions of the Klingon warbirds one, three, four and five need to be adjusted slightly” At least he was now calling the ships by numbers and not the stupid model names he had given them in his code. It had taken you almost two days to get him do that and you had just written his model name onto the according ship in ugly red letters so that you knew which one he was talking about. “Move ship one 2.3 millimeters to the left and 1.8 millimeters down, ship two….”

“Woah wait… I never heard anyone saying decimals of millimeters. This model doesn’t even accept them. I can give you half millimeters but not point three or point eight. Besides, no one can actually know if the ship is perfectly aligned when they do the simulation. And if we align the weapons right they will still hit the ship if they enter the coordinates of the ship”

“I know but I wish that it is as accurate as possible. Speaking of accuracy” he explained that the surroundings were not accurate either because the constellations were wrong and did not look like this ad the place the simulation took place

“In other words you want me to fucking re-align every single star correctly?”

“It does not need to be completely accurate, yet I do ask you to adjust their positions so that it does have more similarities with the coordinates where the simulation occurs”

Well, in contrast to you I don’t have a fucking stellar map saved in my brain” he walked away and then handed you a PADD, explaining that it would turn into a 360° stellar map if you opened the correct program and entered the coordinates you wanted.

-

So you just spent the following three days on redoing the whole surroundings, this times even with micrometers as unit so that you could adjust the ships perfectly as he wanted. At times you found it easier to agree to what he wanted and have more work instead of discussing with him, which would result in you doing as he wanted anyway. You hadn’t even been able to make it clear to him that sometimes you need to be polite and say please and thank you, to which he replied that such formalities were illogical since they did not change anything about the request and that he would never say please in an order to subordinates.

Since it was a bigger project, it took up several weeks of collaboration with Spock and somehow the thing that bugged you most about working with him was the fact that you had to admit to yourself that, despite everything he did or said, your stupid, illogical heart had managed to develop romantic feelings for the Vulcan. You didn’t know if that just was because of his appearance or if it also was his almost dominating behavior that made you feel that way. One thing was for certain; the more you worked with Spock the stronger these feelings got. So, you were a little relieved when the semester started again and he wasn’t around all day but spent a great part of his time teaching classes. But at times that also brought problems because you had learnt that sometimes it was better to just ask him if he was okay with something sooner rather than later because if he wanted you to change many things about it you’d have more work later on. So you would just leave your office and go looking for him instead to show him what you had done. He had forwarded you his timetable so that you knew where to find him at which time. If you found the correct classroom, of course.

“Spock, I think I finally could make the final….”

“Can you give me three minutes?”

“Fine but then don’t complain that we’re three minutes behind in schedule” you muttered

“There is no such detailed schedule. I even do not have a fixed date on which we need to be finished but rather a time interval”

“So that means we don’t just have one more month but two in total?”

“Yes” you gave a nod

“Good then I’ll let you finish your stuff”

-

One thing you always loved about your work was to see it in action. In that case that was, when everything was finished so far that some test people could make the simulation to see how everything was working. It was mainly to test the simulation itself, to see if the coding worked but you had been asked to be there as well so that you could have an eye on the animation and make sure everything happened in life time and correctly. You were quite proud when you noticed that almost everything was working perfectly fine and that there only were a few details you had to change. As well as some details on the ships themselves because Spock still was not perfectly happy with them.

“And?” you asked after four goes at the simulation

“What do you wish to know?” Spock asked

“Well what you think of it”

“I have noticed that there are a few instances that you will need to go over” you crossed your arms

“What?” you couldn’t believe that this was his answer and to your dismay he started listing up some flaws.  “Stop” you growled, making him raise an eyebrow “I know that there are some imperfections but I’m sorry that I’m not as perfect as you”

“I never claimed that I was perfect. I am a being and all beings are flawed”

“Wow that I got you to admit that”

“To claim that I am perfect would be a lie and highly illogical”

“You and your stupid thinking in code”

“The assumption that I think in ‘code’ is not correct”

“But logical. You think logically, as a Vulcan. Coding is pure logic”

“I see, yet the conclusion is still incorrect” you sighed

“Wow, you’re never ever gonna compliment me or my work, huh?”

“It would be illogical to point out points that do not need modification anymore. Therefore I only tell what you will need to work on again”

“Well but I’m human and we sometimes need reassurance that what we did is good!”

“As you can derive from my statement, your work can be considered as good, when there is nothing that I ask you to change about it”

“You don’t get my point, do you?”

“I do but I do not think it is necessary to point…”

“Just one compliment about my work. I stood your behavior for weeks now”

“Four weeks, five days and 3.6 hours to be exact”

“See, even worse. You have to be so precise and perfectionistic every fucking time”

“However, if you had a problem with something you would have addressed it”

“No. Because humans don’t always do that. But I am complaining now”

“Very well. What do you wish me to change?”

“Well you could make just one simple compliment or something that you like about the way I work on this project” he raised an eyebrow and was silent “Or are you just as fed up with me as I’m with your behavior?”

“You work highly focused” you let out a huff

“Well at least something”

“Besides” he added a bit more quietly and after a pause “I find your hands and fingers to be pleasingly shaped and they move gracefully”

“Okay that was hella unexpected” and even a little creepy “Did you pay that much attention to my hands?”

“When you were showing me something, yes I was at certain times” you frowned. How could he still have noticed so many flaws in your work then if he had just stared onto your hands?

“That is a little weird, don’t you think?”

“No”

“No?”

“Hands hold a different value on Vulcan” he explained that their hands were extremely sensitive and often were something like a symbol of love in their culture.

“So if you told that another Vulcan… what would happen?”

“Usually, Vulcans will only compliment their bondmate’s physiology”

“Hm okay. Are bondmates something like a spouse?”

“Or what you call fiancés”

“But back to my question, what would happen?”

“I cannot say because some might react emotionally in such a situation”

“So you’re saying that you’re not acting emotionally? Like never?”

“We are sentient being so we all will act emotionally at times, whether we want it or not”

“Okay. But what do you want to do, now that you told me how much you like my hands?”

“I have never stated that I like them” you frowned

“That sounds like something is bothering you”

“It is of no consequence”

Come on, tell me. You already told me you like, no wait you… whatever, find my hands pleasing or how you’d want to formulate it. And now something is bothering you”

“I was wondering… whether you would let me touch you”

“And you ask that?” you just took his hand in yours and ran your fingers of the other hand over the back of it. His hands were softer than you had imagined but also colder. When you looked up at him, you saw a slight green blush on his cheeks and smiled “Suddenly so flustered, huh?”

“Touching hands is something rather intimate in Vulcan culture”

“Oh” you let go of him “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know that” but maybe you could have thought about it, considering what he had told you about the meaning of hands on Vulcan.

“I did not tell you, therefore you could not know” he said “You do not need to reproach yourself” you gave a nod and were surprised when he continued “In fact, I have found it rather pleasing” you smiled. For some reason you just held out your hand to him again and he actually took it. Well not really, he more or less just traced his fore- and middle finger over your skin, making you shudder a little

“You’re right that feels nice” he raised an eyebrow and placed his other hand at your back and pulled you closer, then lifting your head and leant down until your lips were inches apart

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all” you breathed and then his lips were on yours. For some reason you could not really say what you were feeling and you wondered if it was right to do this, you were working with him after all, at least for now. Contrary to what you had imagined, he was a pretty good kisser and his fingers still were stroking yours and while you liked the feeling, you wondered if it felt even more sensual to him. When you felt him pull you closer, you thought that this probably was the case and felt yourself smiling into the kiss. You placed your free hand at the base of his neck and pressed your whole body against his. He didn’t seem to mind but some seconds later you parted, looking at each other

“Perhaps we should not have kissed”

“We should” you corrected and leant up to do it again and he responded immediately. This time, the kiss came to a more abrupt end when suddenly the door opened. You let go of each other and quickly stepped apart. While Spock turned to the visitor, one of the people that had tried out the simulation, you touched your lips which were still tingling from the kiss, making you smile

“I’m sorry, if I interrupted something or came at an inconvenient time I can just go and well… leave. We can discuss it later”

“I will be with you momentarily” Spock said and told him to go to a briefing room. You awkwardly played with the hem of your shirt, not sure what to say.

“Well, I should get working on my faulty animation then”

“It is not faulty, (Y/N)” was there a difference in how he said your name now? You had had a long time until you got him to call you (Y/N) instead of his formal for of addressing you with your surname and he had allowed you to just call him Spock in return.

“Was that just another compliment?”

“If you wish to take it as one” he replied and you gave a nod, wanting to return to your workstation, but he took hold of your wrist

“Huh?” you asked

“I do not know what humans will do after such occurrences but on Vulcan, the logical conclusion is that the two individuals will start a relationship”

“You’re asking me for a relationship?”

“If you approve of it”

“I…” you looked down but then found yourself nodding “Yes. I think so”

“Very well” you didn’t know if there was something like a tiny curl in his lip that may have been a little smile. This made you smile as well “I suppose that the discussion will take up the rest of my time at work. Would you be amendable to accompany me to dinner later?”

[kiheons]

Red- bedroom

Red/Bedroom

Fun fact: my search history is questionable because of this now. This is not how actual sessions with dominatrixes go. Please always respect the individual dom and the rules that they have set up for themselves. Also this doesn’t have any actual sex.

Aquaria stared up at the nondescript building in front of her. Her maps app told her this was the right address but there was nothing on the building to indicate it. It was almost time for her appointment though and Aquaria desperately didn’t want to miss this. Swallowing hard, Aquaria pushed through the front door, walking into a clean, black tiled hallway that led to another door. This door was marked ‘The Red Room’ which gave Aquaria a sense of reassurance. At least she was at the right place. Pushing through this door Aquaria found a shiny black desk and a large open space. There were red and black couches and chairs pushed to one side of the room. Aquaria looked around, hoping to find someone to help her. “Hello?”

“Right here dear.” Turning to the side Aquaria spotted a petite woman wearing a sleek, structured black dress. Her hair was just as black and contrasted against her pale skin, as did the purple lip she was wearing. She was absolutely gorgeous with cat like eyes and plush lips. Her neckline cut down just enough to barely show some cleavage and Aquaria could feel her mouth go dry. “Aquaria, right?” Aquaria nodded, hands twisting the hem of her shirt. She desperately hoped that her nervousness wasn’t obvious. The woman smiled. “Are you nervous?” Aquaria cursed in her head. Of course it would be picked up on. “S-sorry. I know on the website it said that you didn’t like unsure clients.” The woman laughed softly. “Don’t worry about that. That’s really more for the men who come through here and flounder for 20 minutes cause they’re expecting us to have all the answers. You’re fine.” Aquaria felt her cheeks heat up. That much should have been obvious to her.

The woman approached Aquaria and Aquaria noticed that she was actually a few inches shorter than Aquaria herself. Despite that her aura of dominance was unmatchable and Aquaria felt small next to her. “Let me introduce myself properly. I go by Miz here but if I remember correctly from your application you would like to refer to me as Mistress.” Aquaria squeezed her hands, clutching the hem of her shirt. “Uh huh.” Miz tutted at her. “None of that. Yes or no answers only.” Shit, she was already screwing up and they hadn’t even done anything yet. “Yes Mistress.” Miz smiled and Aquaria thought she was going to melt. “Good girl. You learn quickly.” Aquaria’s heart was hammering in her chest and she thought she was going to pass out. Miz looked at her in concern. “Are you okay? Come here, sit down.” Miz tugged at Aquaria’s sleeve, crossing the large floor towards the couches and Aquaria stumbled after her, plopping down on one of the couches. Miz looked sympathetic and Aquaria felt like an idiot. 5 minutes into this and she was already freaking out even though this was all she had wanted for years. “Poor thing. You look scared half to death.” Aquaria tugged at her shirt “I’m sorry I-” Miz shushed her immediately. “Don’t worry. Stay right here, I’ll go get the things we need to get started.” Aquaria nodded, looking down at her shoes. As Miz walked away she called back. “Stop tugging on your shirt like that, you’ll rip it.” Immediately Aquaria let go, settling on fiddling with her ring.

The black leather of the couch was surprisingly cool against Aquaria’s bare legs. She couldn’t figure out why she was so nervous. She had checked and rechecked The Red Room’s page hundreds of times, read through all the testimonials, researched other clubs before she had finally decided on them, and eventually Miz. She knew what she was getting into but being here was a completely different experience. The clicking of heels signaled the return of Miz. She was holding two glasses of iced water, an ipad tucked under her arm and a stylus pen sticking out of the neck of the dress where she was stuck it so it wouldn’t drop. Miz handed Aquaria one glass as she sat down, laying the ipad on her lap. “The water isn’t customary but neither is meeting a client on a Sunday. Besides, it looked like you needed it” Aquaria held the glass tightly, condensation dripping on her fingers. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” Miz sipped at her own glass before setting it down on the floor next to her. “It’s different for everyone. I was a bit nervous my first time too.”

Aquaria tapped her fingers against the glass, hesitating before asking, “On your profile it said you don’t take clients who are unsure. Why are you…” Miz waited for Aquaria to finish but it quickly became clear that she wouldn’t. “Why am I being so nice to you?” Aquaria ducked her head down in embarrassment. “Yeah. That.” Miz chuckled and Aquaria felt even stupider. Who asks these questions in situations like these? “Most of my clients are men between the ages of 18-50 and if you’ve ever met a man you know exactly what they’re like. They’ll send in an application but still come in and have no idea what they want from me. You’re just nervous. That’s different. I also have a soft spot for girls like you.” Aquaria’s eyes flickered up to Miz and Miz met her gaze instantly. “If you don’t mind me getting a bit political for a second,” Aquaria shook her head, “No not at all, I don’t mind.” Miz nodded, “I didn’t think you would, but it’s still worth asking. Society tells women we shouldn’t own our sexuality. For that reason, it’s always refreshing when women seek my services. You’re here for a reason aren’t you? Because you want to be dominated by a beautiful, powerful woman.” Aquaria whimpered,“Yes.” Miz smiled kindly and Aquaria could feel her stomach flip. “There you go. You know why you’re here. You’re not unsure, you’re nervous. It’s okay to be nervous.”

Looking down at her ipad Miz opened up a few things. “If I look at your application you seem fairly certain on what you want to try too. Let’s go over a few things, okay?” Aquaria nodded. “Okay.” Miz tapped the screen, scrolling through. “Drink your water, I didn’t bring that to you just so you could hold it.” Aquaria immediately sucked on the straw and coughed when half of it went down her windpipe. Doubling over she coughed violently, Miz patting her back. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Aquaria nodded, coughing a few more times, eyes slightly watery. Her voice was hoarse. “Uh huh, I’m fine.” Miz gave her back one last pat as Aquaria straightened up, clearing her throat. “When I said to drink it I didn’t mean like that.” Her tone was teasing and Aquaria flushed. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” Miz shook her head. “You’re not. It’s actually quite endearing.” Aquaria’s blush got deeper at that. “Now about your application. You mentioned that you’re interested in trying bondage, corporal punishment and roleplay. Your specifics for bondage were gags, rope and cuffs. Your specifics for corporal punishment were spanking and caning. Your specifics for roleplay were slut training and Mistress/slave. Are you still interested in all those things?” Miz held the stylus to the screen, waiting for Aquaria’ reply. “Yes I’m still interested.” All the things said aloud sounded filthy and Aquaria felt shy just hearing it. Miz looked up from her ipad in amusement. “Are there any other things you are interested in trying?” Aquaria shook her head. “No, not right now.”

Miz wrote something down on the ipad before passing it over to Aquaria. “Look over the list you sent me. Let me know if there is anything that you want to change.” Aquaria scanned over the long list, flicking past the multitude of fetishes and kinks she couldn’t even imagine trying. “Um, can I add hair pulling? I want to try it.” Miz took the ipad back from her, jotting down the change. “Sure. Was that all?” Aquaria nodded, sipping at her water. “Yes that’s it.” Miz shut off the ipad, looking at Aquaria properly. “So. Now that’s out of the way tell me a little about yourself. I like to know my clients. Just please don’t tell me how much you hate your new boss and your insecurities about your receding hairline.” Aquaria couldn’t help but giggle at the joke. “Is that really the kind of people you get?” Miz sighed. “You have no idea. I once had someone tell me they picked me cause I looked like their teen daughter’s best friend. It still creeps me out to this day.” Aquaria wrinkled her nose. “That’s so gross.” Miz nodded. “It really is. So you can imagine how happy I was when I saw your application. A pretty little thing like you.”

Aquaria blushed. “Thank you. Um, what do you want to know?” Miz shrugged. “Whatever you want to tell me. Whatever you think I should know.” Aquaria sipped at her water as she thought. “I’m 22, I work in a costumer’s shop, I’m originally from Pennsylvania and I really like dogs.” Miz snorted, covering her face with her face with her hand as she laughed. Aquaria frowned. “What?” Miz waved her hand, still laughing. “Nothing, I’ve just never heard anyone introduce themself like that to me. It’s usually something about their deepest, darkest desires or an attempt to show off what little money they have. Your answer was cute.” Aquaria’s heart jumped a little at Miz calling her cute. “Oh. Well I’m glad I’m different?” Miz laughed. “I’m glad too. So when did you start thinking about trying BDSM?” Aquaria’s fingers curled around the glass. “I first found out about it when I was in highschool but I didn’t really think about it. I had a girlfriend who had tried it when I started college and after that I started thinking about it more and watching videos and stuff.” Aquaria trailed off, heart thumping. Her initial nervousness was back but Miz’s voice was soft. “Go on.” Taking a deep breath Aquaria continued. “I don’t know, it looked fun. It looked sexy and I would think about it and I just wanted to try it.”

Miz was silent for a few seconds. “You wanted to try it because you wanted to be dominated, didn’t you? You wanted to be put in your rightful place by someone you know is more powerful than you.” Aquaria’s breath hitched, her voice barely a whisper when she answered. “Yes.” Miz smiled, face soft. “Then you came to the right place. I’ll show you where you belong. I think I’ve heard enough. We have our first session set up for this Friday. I want you think about our conversation until then.” Aquaria nodded. “I will.” Miz stood up, patting Aquaria’s cheek. “Good girl. I’ll see you this Friday then.”

[bastardnev]

Steal Your Heart Ch. 1

so for whatever reason when i shared the first chapter it didn’t show up in nev’s tag, so im gonna repost it because i can (i’ll be putting chapter two in another post bc if i put them together then this post would be Too Long)

also i am SO sorry to anyone on mobile lmao

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wade Barrett/Pac | Adrian Neville, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Characters: Wade Barrett, Pac | Adrian Neville, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Detectives, Alternate Universe - Thieves Summary: Random happenings in the lives of Wade, a detective, and Neville, a thief who took a liking to him and decided to tag along with him during his investigations.

Ch. 1: Buddies

Why could Wade never be assigned to a simple case?

Even though he had been busting his ass for years, Wade's rank as a detective was still fairly low. Maneuvering has way through Manhattan to get to the office was no easy feat due to the traffic and groups of pedestrians everywhere he turned, and it was a miracle that he even showed up on time some days. His efforts were constantly being overlooked by his boss, however, who was far too preoccupied with the higher ranked sleuths to pay attention to him. Wade was forced to watch his superiors be assigned the easier cases, the boss claiming that they'd been working 'far too hard' lately and 'deserved' something less complicated. The cases that they should have been given were handed over to Wade and everyone else who wasn't 'deserving' of a break, lack of qualifications be damned.

This time, a man had been murdered in his room at a fairly prestigious hotel in Miami. At first glance, it looked like the suspect was easy to pinpoint -- an ex-business partner was apparently staying in a room on the same floor. There were rumors that he had been jealous of the victim's success, going on record saying that he felt like he should have gotten that big promotion, but no one ever thought he would resort to murder. He was 'too nice of a guy' for something like that. Wade, however, wasn't buying such a cheap and overused excuse, and he was ready to bring the suspect into custody and call it a day.

There was more to this case, though, as Wade soon learned once he further looked over the file. Everything was far more complicated than it really needed to be. In addition to the rumors of the suspect's jealousy, there was also some speculation that a few members of the hotel staff were in on the killing. The victim had died due to poison, and it appeared likely that one of the workers had slipped something into his food once he ordered room service. Despite all of that, there was still no concrete evidence, and Wade was required to find irrefutable proof that they were involved.

To do so, he needed to go undercover, which he hadn't had to do in quite some time. Wade reserved a room on the floor directly below where the murder had taken place, pretending to be a delivery person who was staying in town for the next few days. It wasn't the best occupation that he could have chosen, but it was better than nothing. Better than being a murderer, that's for damn sure. Wade thought to himself.

The first day on the job was relatively uneventful. Wade's flight had been delayed due to poor weather conditions and he didn't arrive to the hotel until late in the day. All that he had been able to do was scribble down a few points in his notebook, outlining what he would do on the second day of the investigation. As of that moment, Wade was planning on keeping an eye on anyone involved in delivering room service. If he chose to believe the rumors that a staff member was involved in the poisoning, then the most appropriate choice of action would be to order food and learn just who he was possibly up against.

It was while he was plotting that Wade remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since he had gotten off the plane. It was too late at night for him to be getting room service, so he settled on a snack from a vending machine down the hall. He kept telling himself that he needed to start packing extra, more healthier snacks in his suitcase so that he wouldn't have to rely on junk food all the time, but in the end he couldn't be bothered. Besides, he loved Doritos too much to give them up.

The vending machine was in a small room that served as a sitting area of sorts. Wade remembered passing by it on his way to his room and spotting a few couches around a coffee table. He had made a note to himself to spend some time there once his work the next day was done, compiling whatever new information he had gathered. Hopefully no one would be there and he would be able to work without fear of getting caught.

When he arrived at the machine, Wade inserted the money and punched in the number for his chips, crossing his arms as he waited for it to fall down. Once it did, he crouched to get it, pausing when he saw the slot. How the hell was he supposed to get it open? He couldn’t push it in like he usually could.

“Who the hell designed this?” He wondered aloud, sighing frustratedly. The genius who built this damn thing should be fired. He was going to find away to get this bag even if it killed him. Trying a few more times to push the slot in, he gave it a light smack. “Fuck you.”

And someone laughed.

Wade jumped, hitting his head against the machine in a somewhat embarrassing fashion. This just caused the person to laugh again. Once he had composed himself, Wade stood up, turning to face whoever had been watching him. He found a man not too much younger than him sitting on one of the couches, covering his grin with his hand. Wade could see that there was a DS sitting in his lap.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but that was really funny,” the man said, giggling. “The machine tricked me up when I first got here, too.”

All Wade could do was stare at him for a moment. Aside from being embarrassed as hell at the fact that someone had witnessed the whole scene, he was also confused. How had he not noticed that someone was sitting there watching the whole time? “Yeah, it’s… it’s a pain,” he responded, averting his gaze and looking back towards the machine. “Stupid.”

“Here.” The man put the DS down on the couch and stood up. “I’ll get it for you. Watch and learn.” Wade watched as he crouched in front of the slot and pushed it down from the top, pulling out the chips and handing them over with a smile. “See? Easy!”

“You had to pull it down?” Wade’s eyes narrowed.

“Yeah! A bunch of machines are like that nowadays.”

“Who decided that?”

“Someone who’s clearly lost in life.” The man made his way back over to the couch, plopping down and putting his feet up on the coffee table. He crossed his arms behind his head and asked, "So, what's your name? I'm Neville."

"Neville?" Wade repeated. If he was being honest, it was a bit of a dorky name, but Wade kept that thought to himself. Now wasn't the time to be rude. "I'm Wade."

"What brings someone like you 'round these parts, Wade? You on vacation or something?"

"Uh, not exactly," Wade replied. Whatever he did, he absolutely could not give Neville any hints about his real profession. "I'm a delivery person."

"You're a delivery person? Seriously?" Neville looked confused. He appeared to eye Wade up for a moment, his eyebrows quirking up briefly. "That's... interesting."

"Yep. I've got some, uh, packages and things to deliver in this area. I'll be staying here for a little while."

"How much do you have to do if you gotta stay in a hotel for a few days? Seems like a lot."

"Yeah, well... It's part of the job. I don't get a say in it." Wade shrugged. Now that he'd said it out loud, the whole 'delivery person' thing was the worst lie he’d ever come up with, and that was saying something since Wade had had his fair share of bad lies in the past. Neville didn’t even look like he bought it. His eyes were slits and he was pouting, deep in thought. Wade could almost see the gears turning in his head.

Then Neville snorted, a smile returning to his face. "Sounds wild. I'm a professional thief."

"Oh, that's nice--" Wade stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening. "Hold on, you're a what?"

Neville shrugged as if it weren’t a big deal. “I’m a thief. I steal shit. Oh, son of a…” He was looking down at the red light on his DS. He switched the system off. “I need to charge this damn thing.”

Neville had already moved on to the next subject, but Wade still couldn’t believe what he had just been told. This man who he’d met only a few minutes ago just admitted to being a thief as if it were nothing, like it was a regular 9 to 5 job. How was Wade supposed to react to that? Seeing as he technically worked with the police, should he bring this guy in? Or should he let him go? Neville might not even be worth the force’s time.

“What’s with the look?” Neville asked when Wade hadn’t said anything for a little while. “You’re making a weird face at me.”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Wade assured. “You… are a very interesting person, you know that?”

"I do know that, actually." Neville grinned cheekily. "And I'm also a pretty honest person. I don't feel the need to lie about my profession like you do."

Wade froze up, and he swallowed. How did Neville know that he'd been lying?! He knew that his excuse was lacking, but he didn't expect to actually be called out on it. "W-What makes you say that I'm lying, huh?"

"Because you are." Neville had begun to fiddle with the DS stylus, casually slipping it in and out of its slot. "I can tell."

"How?"

"Your badge is sticking out of your pocket. It has been the whole time."

"Are you serious?" Wade looked down. Sure enough, Neville was telling the truth -- his badge had been on display the entire time they were talking. Wade stuffed it back in, nervously shoving his hands in his pockets. "I, uh... Listen, you didn't see that."

"But I did!" Neville looked a little cocky.

"Neville, I'm being serious. You cannot tell anyone about who I really am, do you understand me?"

"Wade, don't worry. If there's anything that I'm good at, it's keeping things secret," he said. "How the hell do you think I've been living here for as long as I have?"

"Wait, you live here?" Wade cocked his head to the side. "How long have you been here?"

Neville thought his answer over, looking up towards the ceiling before looking back to Wade and saying, "About a month or so."

"How have you gone this long without being noticed? Does the staff really pay that little attention?"

"You would not believe the amount of unfilled rooms in this place. I just hole up in them and come out at night when no one's around. The patrons all think that I'm a really accomplished businessman since I always tell them that I'm here for a conference. They buy it every time."

"What about when someone reserves a room? What do you do then?"

"Then I move on to the next one. It's not that complicated." Neville stood up. "So, now that I've told you all about what I do, do you think you can fill me in about what your job really is? Pleeease?" He clasped his hands together, wearing puppy dog eyes. "If you have a badge, then it must be super interesting!"

"I really shouldn't..." Wade sighed, tapping his foot. Telling Neville the truth would defeat the whole purpose of going undercover. It was true that Neville had told him some pretty incriminating things about himself -- he admitted to a detective that he was a thief! Someone who was that brutally honest couldn't possibly have any malicious intent, could he? Besides, those eyes... Wade was weak for that sort of thing.

"Come on! At least tell me a little bit?"

"Well, if it's only a little..." Wade took a deep breath. "Okay, so you know that murder that took place here not too long ago? The one on the floor above us?"

"I know of it, yes. People were freaking out about it."

"I was sent here to investigate it, but I had to go undercover. The suspect is still staying here, and I need to gather information on him and a few other people who might be involved. There, are you happy now? I told you everything you need to know."

Neville pursed his lips, closing his eyes and crossing his arms as he processed what he'd just been told. "So you need to get some dirt on people, huh? Who else besides the suspect?"

"Some hotel staff members."

"Ooh, scandalous!" Neville rubbed his hands together, suddenly looking excited. "Lemme see the case file! I wanna know some names."

"I can't show you that," Wade said firmly. "That's confidential information."

"How do you expect me to help you if you won't even let me see the file?"

"You-- When did I say I wanted your help?" Wade's mouth fell open. "I never said anything like that!"

"Wade, I'm serious about helping you. This is a pretty big case. I've been staying here for awhile now and know the schedules of pretty much all the employees. If you need a second set of eyes to keep an eye on a suspicious staff member, then I'm your guy. So, what do you say? Are we buddies?"

"I'm not sure if 'buddies' is the right word to describe it..." Wade had to admit that Neville was onto something. There was no way that he would be able to keep an eye on so many people on his own. Even having just on extra person to help him would make things easier. Then again, could he really trust a thief? This definitely wouldn't look very good...

...Then again, his boss never gave a shit about anything that he did, so what would it matter?

"Fine..." Wade finally gave in, gesturing for Neville to follow him out into the hall. "Come to my room. You can read the file in there."

"Yes!" Neville pumped his fist into the air, hurrying after Wade. "Believe me, you won't regret this!"

"I'm sure I won't." Wade knew he would.

A day had passed since Wade and Neville were first introduced. Wade was seated at the writing desk in his room, his prior plans to work in the seating area thwarted by a family of five who insisted on hanging out there at that ungodly hour. It's too damn late for these little kids to be running around... Doesn't anyone have a bedtime anymore?

Wade tapped his pen against the page, propping his head up with his left hand. The second day of investigation bore a little more fruit than the first one, though Wade still didn't have any substantial leads to go on. After ordering room service for breakfast and dinner, all that he had learned was that the hotel had really good buffalo wings. Those things should be illegal... But I can't charge someone with murder for food.

He hadn't heard from Neville since last night. If he really only came out when it was dark, then that must mean that he spent the whole day lazing about in his room doing nothing. Why was Wade so worried about giving him the case info if he didn't seem to care too much...

Wade suddenly looked like he'd made a breakthrough, and he hurriedly wrote something down, smiling. He then crossed it out a few seconds later, frustratedly tossing down his pen. Those little kids aren't undercover spies, Wade. Get over the seating room thing and focus.

A knock on the door snapped Wade out of his thought, and he slammed the notebook shut. It wouldn't look very good if a staff member showed up and saw him speculating about their involvement in a crime. Then again, what would any employee want with him this late at night? He didn't order anything.

Then Wade remembered that there was only one person who would want to speak with him at that time. This should be interesting.

Wade stood up from his chair and went to unbolt the door. Sure enough, Neville was waiting for him on the other side, leaning up against the door frame with one hand and the other one on his hip. "Howdy," Neville greeted him with a wink.

"Alright, kid, what'd you find?" Wade stepped out of the way and allowed him to enter, shutting and re-locking the door. "Assuming that you actually found something and aren't just here to screw with me."

"I found out some top secret info." Neville leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "You ready? I learned... that this hotel..."

"Yes?"

"...has really good quesadillas." Neville pulled away with a cheeky grin.

"Are you kidding me?" Wade rolled his eyes, bumping Neville with his shoulder as he walked back over to the desk and sat down. "You're not taking this seriously at all."

"Oh calm down, would you? It's only a little joke to lighten the mood."

"Look, if you don't have anything relevant to add, then please leave." Wade came across a little harsher than he intended to. Neville didn't really mean any harm... Still, this was important. Now wasn't the time to be screwing around.

Neville sighed, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out some printed documents. "Okaaay..." He said, sauntering to the desk and showing the papers to Wade. "If you don't want me here, then I guess I'll have to leave and bring these with me."

Wade read over the contents of the papers. They were a series of emails, each one of them containing instructions.

Instructions about the murder.

"Holy shit--" Wade reached for the papers, but Neville pulled them away.

"You don't seem to want me here, so I'll just be taking these with me. Haaah..." Neville let out a dramatic sigh and slowly walked towards the door. "Maybe I'll catch up with you later."

"Hold on, kid!" Wade stood up again, grabbing his shoulder. "Where did you find those?"

"A thief never reveals his secrets." Neville winked at him from over his shoulder, but the look on Wade's face forced him to continue. "I, um, snuck behind the front desk when no one was around and printed these out."

"It was... that easy?"

"Mmhmm! You need to stop overthinking things. Sometimes the solution is right in front of you! Just like how I am right now." Neville patted Wade's arm. "But, y'know, you don't seem to want me here so... I'll be taking this back to my room with me."

"Nev, please. Stick around. I need that info."

"'Nev'?" Neville repeated, a smirk spreading across his face. "Is that gonna be my new nickname?"

"I guess." Wade shrugged. He didn't even mean to call him that -- it just slipped out.

"So am I like your little sidekick now? Are we... buddies?"

Wade took in a deep breath. He didn't really have much of a say in the matter, did he? He slowly let the breath out through his nose before responding, "We're... buddies."

"Hell yeah!" Neville grinned broadly and plopped down on Wade's bed, lying on his stomach and saying, "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship."

"It's certainly the start of something, alright..." How does Wade keep getting himself into these situations?

[kakiokuru]

NOBORIZAKA: NOVEMBER RAIN

Chapter Two | Opposable Thumbs

Within the safety of the clubroom, the battered girl sat with her hands clasped together in her lap. Her eyes wouldn't lift to meet the girls who looked upon her with anger and concern. What sort of Majijo student would attack a girl from a non-yankee school? Hori Miona was already a soft-spoken girl, keeping in line and working hard on her own. She had never exhibited unpleasant behaviour nor would she ever do a bad thing in her life. Yet, here she was, wearing the dark blue and white uniform with the red scarf, beaten and broken. Simply wearing that uniform was almost a promise to be ambushed by unsavoury types of all kinds of backgrounds. There must have been a reason and everyone needed to find out.

“How come we didn’t know about this?” Yumi demanded answers, shooting a side glare at the student body president who looked just as perplexed as everyone else.

Reika’s eyes glances between the seated girl and her tablet, tapping and swiping furious at the screen, brows scrunching in the middle. “I… I don’t know. I’m sorry, I’m just getting the updates now.” A pout formed on her lips.

“Obviously this happened recently.” The scout interjected, examining Miona from head to toe in what seemed like a disgusted leer. “Still dirty as ever. Weren’t their uniforms completely dark once? The white isn’t doing any favours.” She sneered at the dusty patches on the now off-white collar.

Erika was absolutely livid, the rhythmic pressing of her fingers leaving small bruises against her arm. It was amazing at all that she kept quiet since the girl in the Majijo uniform sat down and even more so that no one was asking for answers. The pianist’s mind ran circles in the confines of her head as to what happened but couldn’t said a word. She knew if she did, the things that would spill out wouldn’t be on the spectrum of ‘nice’.

Most of the room stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Not sure what course of action to pursue. A yankee would storm the school and destroy them for hurting one of their own. But again, this was not a yankee school and the students here, aside from the six in this room, were hardly the type to play rough.

“Tell us what happened, from the beginning.” Mai stomped forward, her arms crossed to hold herself back from any irrational behaviour. “Every detail.”

Mai’s cold voice caused Miona to flinch, hesitantly raising her head. “I was… I was walking home. In the stairwell, one of those girls was waiting in there. From Majisuka Jogakuen.” The girl paused for a beat, “She stopped me and asked for my student handbook, but I didn’t give it to her. Then she…” Miona’s hands ran up and down her arms, clearly uncomfortable in recalling further memories. “I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but she got it off me and stole my handbook.”

The room kept their eyes locked on the girl as she spoke, taking in each word. Some were looking for a reason to start a fight, others just out of pure curiosity. Kazumi, however, was thinking about how much she liked how the uniform looked despite Nanase’s jab at them.

Miona’s eyes scanned the room, her lips curling in and outward. “Does anyone have a spare uniform by chance?”

Kazumi’s hand shot straight into the air, her lopsided grin hard to miss. Like a homing beacon, Erika smacked her hand down. She hated how easy she could tell what the idiot was thinking. “You can’t trade uniforms with her, stupid.”

“Mm… Fine…” Kazumi puffed her cheeks, rubbing the back of her reddened hand. Her mouth silently mimicking Erika’s words in a not so pleasant manner which she was given another sharp slap to the back of her head.

“We don’t. Change into your tracksuit for now and buy another from the school or wait until you get home.” Reika spoke in Miona’s general direction as she tapped the horrible account into her tablet, stylus still jutting out offensively from the back of it. “Did you catch her name? Any distinguishing features? You could take her to the police and win. Even if you hit back.” A slender finger gently touched her own chin as she tilted her head. “Hm... Perhaps I can gain access to the Majijo student records… “

“Hell no, you can’t snitch.” Yumi quickly retorted, a harsh snarl dashed in Reika’s direction of which she shielded herself again with her electronic device.

“This is a yankee matter, you don’t involve police.” Nanase shot a glare at the ignorant informant. “Why not have Maiyan serve some of her self righteous leader crap? Take on the head to save our school’s face.” She kept her voice soft and sarcastic, almost as if she was attempting a shred of care for Mai’s feelings should she hear her. Scoffing at herself, Nanase rolled her eyes at her own words. “Wouldn’t that be just like a youth drama…”

Mai shot a side eye at Nanase, clearly not amused by her snide comments. “I’ll handle it.”

“No, you will not.” Erika shot up, her fists balling up. Her voice was strong and firm as she asserted her dominant nature, hardly needing to move from her seat for Mai to feel her powerful aura. “You’re going to sit down and not make stupid choices that could get you thrown out of school.”

Yumi averted her attention to the angry pianist this time. “What? No! They attacked our own, we have to do something now.” Her protest earned her a burning glare from Erika.

“I thought you didn’t want to get involved.” Mumbled Reika who peeked from behind her tablet.

“I didn’t want to get involved because we had no reason, we weren’t provoked. Now…” The heated yankee extended her arms out to the personified subject at hand. “we’re provoked. How can you not do anything?”

“By doing what you do often, looking the other way and pretending it doesn't exist. Shame there isn't six couches. Do you think we could all fit, Wakatsuki?”

Yumi groaned, throwing her head back as the extended hand slapped against her own forehead and slid it’s way down her face. “Really? Is this really the time for personal snipes at me?”

Cocking her head to the side, Nanase picked at her nails with little regret in her words. “Sorry, I guess I’m just used to you turning your head the other way at situations you don’t like.”

“Oh my god, this isn’t about me. This is about Hori. You know, bob-haired girl, got robbed, wearing the Majijo uniform? What are we going to do?”

“Oh, oh, oh!! Let’s hold a vote!” Kazumi raised her hand again, trying to ease the tension. “Who votes to fight back, and who votes to get adult help? Thumbs up for fighting back, thumbs down for adults.” The wall of a girl grinned as she looked around to the other girls, a fist extended towards Miona who still sat awkwardly in the center of all the squabbling. “Okay, okay, ready? No middle votes.”

Five more hands hesitantly lifted towards the middle. On Kazumi’s count of three, the votes were casted. As expected, the room divided perfectly in half with three thumbs pointing to the ceiling and three thumbs pointing to the tiles. Of course Mai, Yumi, Nanase wanted to fight back while Reika, Kazumi, and Erika opposed the idea.

“Uh… um…” The wrongly dressed Miona shifted in her seat as she stared at the directionally varying thumbs surrounding her. “May I go now? I want to change.”

Reika groaned in irritation, retracting her hand and rubbing her temples. “I think what’s most important right now is not traumatizing the girl who wanted help.” She let out a sigh to calm herself. “Someone get Hori-san to the infirmary, we will discuss it further later.”

Her thumbs-down instantly turned into a thumbs-up at Reika’s suggestion. “I’ll do it!!” Kazumi loudly volunteered herself and grasped Miona by the hand, yanking her up and out in a manner that threatened to pull the girl’s arm out of its socket. “You can borrow my tracksuit since someone said I can’t trade you my uniform.”

“I’ll go too, it’s too cramped in here.” Nanase stood, waiting by the door for her friend, her fingers running along the umbrella in an irritable fashion. Of course she made sure to look straight at all those she wasn't exactly with happy with, before rolling off the door siding into the hall.

With the three gone, the remaining females retreated back into their usual positions. Yumi’s annoyance and frustration was as clear as day on her face. Erika silently tapped on her desk with her pads of her fingertips in swift practiced sequence. Reika returned her attention back to her tablet and typed away to record the outcome of today’s meeting.

Almost carefully, the student body president shifted her gaze momentarily to her leader. “Maiyan, what’s the plan now? Do we even have one?”

Mai curtly turned on her heel and walked around her desk to her white leather chair that stood on the elevated platform in the back on the room. Lowering herself into the cushion, and placing one hand over the other atop the table, her eyes focused forward with an unshakeable resolve.

“We strike back. That is final. MaiMai wouldn’t let this go unpunished.”

To be continued…