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yoimix · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.)

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !!

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck.

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is.

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort.

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.)

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart.

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win.

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu #osamu #bokuto #sugawara #hinata #rosemi.hcs #kind of all over the place but it's about the vibes thank you #feel free to correct any typos i made im about to pass out gn ;-;

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underkita-archive · 4 years ago

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he intervenes when a drunk guy won’t leave you alone

a/n: i think i’m just in love w like middle blockers + futakuchi being rude lmao it wasn’t supposed to be drunk guy but like for some reason it all ended up being set in parties or a club so oh well,,,,,also mattsuns got a lil self induldgent i can’t lie

edit: i did not a reread so i’m sowwy <3

warnings: aggressive “flirting”, non consensual touching, bad words, alcohol, underage drinking (mentioned)

summary: he intervenes when a drunk guy just wont leave you alone feat. tendou, mattsun + futakuchi

it’s your third year at shiratorizawa and you somehow get roped in to attending some party over summer break

the musics too loud, too many of your classmates are here and you can think of about a million other things to be doing than watching rich kids suck down cheap booze

thankfully one of your friends has been stuck by your side the whole time, the two of you talking and laughing hiding in a corner

but as fate would have it your friend sees the person they like

you reassure them you’ll be perfectly fine and that they shouldn’t miss the opportunity to talk to their crush

famous last words lmao

“so you go to shiratorizawa?” you turn your head away as the guy leans in, scrunching your nose as the smell of alcohol wafts past your nose. you shift slightly as he continues to box you into the corner and you’re wondering if a good shove will save you from this situation.

“yeah, what of it?” you’re eyes scan across the room trying to find a familiar face, someone you can call out to as to distract this drunken idiot.

“that’s sooo fuckin hot, rich babes like you are sooo hot.” the way each slur of his words is punctuated with his wandering eyes makes you feel a little sick. you decide your best bet is to shove him as hard as you can and make a break for it.

“shall i throw this one out the window y/l/n?” the drunk guy looks back, exposing tendou looming over him with a wicked smile.

“tendou,” you breathe out in relief at the familiar face, “always a pleasure.”

“i know i know, i’m a beauty, so whaddya say? toss him out the window or into the trash?”

“hey! im-”

“not worth it, help me out though,” you gesture with a nod of your head towards the guy trapping you against the wall, tendou grabs the guys shoulder and pushes him aside, making a way for you to walk past him, “can’t have one of our star volleball players getting into a fight at party for lil ol’ me.”

“now now y/l/n~ i would happily throw several drunk guys for you, any day of the week.” he slings an arm around your shoulders and you smile up at him.

“yeesh tendou if you’re gonna keep defending my honor like that at least take me dinner to first.”

“how about ice cream? there’s a place still open down the block.” he taps a finger against his chin and leans more of his weight onto you.

“you sure do know the finer sides of romance.” you wiggle out from under his arm and grab his hand, dragging him towards the front door.

agreeing to catch up with your high school friends always ended up like this

oikawa dragging iwaizumi onto the dance floor

hanamaki wandering around chatting up random girls until he found one he could sneak off with for a bit

and you sitting at the bar nursing your drink while your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen,,,which means he’s either following makki around to heckle him or oikawa and iwaizumi to take pics

what a man

“heyyyy sweetheart, looking for sssome company?” you roll your eyes as some guy settles next to you at the bar, he’s way too close for comfort and the glassy look in his eyes makes you wonder how he’s still standing.

“not at all.” your tone is clipped and you take a long sip of your drink, ignoring the slight burn in your throat.

“y-you are waay to sssexy to be here by yourself.” you feel a hand run down your back and you stifle a gag, you shrug him off, rolling your eyes again at his exaggerated frown.

“he’s right, you’re way too hot to be here, you got a boyfriend or something?” you bite your lip as your boyfriend’s voice cuts through the loud music, you turn to look at him and flutter your lashes.

“and if i do?”

“he’s a real lucky guy.” matsukawa makes a show of running his eyes up and down your body, you try your hardest not to squirm under his gaze.

“hey mannn i saw this cutie first!” the two of you look back at the drunk guy, both of your gazes passive and uninterested. matsukawa moves to put his hands on either side of you and you spin around on the barstool to face him, he leans in close.

“so anyway this boyfriend of yours, is he hot?” you tilt your head as you take in his expression, dilated pupils, lips parted, cheeks flushed slightly from the combination of alcohol and being in a hot club. you send him a confident smirk and relish in the way his eyes focus in on your lips.

“he’s super hot, just so tall and fit,” you press your index finger to his chest, dragging it down slowly, “and he’s packing.”

“what a lucky bastard,” he tilts his head forward, his nose just barely touching yours, “wanna go fuck in the gross club bathroom?”

“you know i do baby.”

you had been looking foward to the food festival that would be taking place over the weekend

i mean!! sm good food to be had plus there might be a cutie to be seen!

your friends had already put together the perfect plan, everyone would go to the food booths they wanted to try the most then yall would meet back at a bench just a little outside of the festival

the perfect plan! you know until you get back first and some drunk guy has to come bother you

“aren’t you a real cute one?” you look up from your ice cream to raise a brow at the man standing over you, swaying slightly as he leers at you. you eat another spoonful as you try to look around the man to see if any of your friends have arrived to your meeting spot yet. you’re wondering if ignoring the man will make him lose interest and move on or just become more persistent.

“hey hey i’m talking to you, be more polite and respond.” you hold back on rolling your eyes, continuing to eat your ice cream and looking around now starting to get a little desperate for one of your friends to appear.

“my dear kouhai, fancy meeting you here.” your head whips over to see futakuchi pull himself over the back of the bench to settle next to you.

“ah futakuchi-senpai hello, are you enjoying the festival?”

“i was, until koganegawa decided to start following me around,” you smile as he slaps his hand against his forehead, “the kid’s nice but god does he give me a headache.”

“koganegawa-kun sure is a big ball of energy.” you laugh.

“what the fuck you’ll talk to this guy but not me?” you and futakuchi look up at the guy, who’s now pointing a finger at you and looks ready to fall over at any second.

“tch, you’re still here?” futakuchi’s voice rings out next to you, and you’re not sure what kind of face he’s making, but it sends the drunk man stumbling back with his face blanching.

“w-whatever.” the man turns around, tripping over his feet and heads back towards the festival.

“what a dumbass,” you turn back towards futakuchi and smile softly as he sighs and leans his head back, “you didn’t wanna tell him to just fuck off?”

“i don’t have a scary face like you senpai.” you giggle at the indignant squawk that leaves futakuchi’s mouth. he pouts at you and you let out another soft laugh. “sorry it’s a nice face though.”

“gah if it’s so nice then come with me to get some takoyaki, stupid koganegawa started chasing me around before i could get any.” he stands up and reaches a hand towards you, you hesitate for a just a second before taking it and he pulls you along with him. you see your friends as futakuchi pulls you into the crows, sending them a sheepish wave as you pass by, knowing you’ll have some serious explaining to do.

#the first repost!#i think this was one of my most popular hc/writing things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#epic!#mattsun #futakuchi #tendou #shiratorizawa #date tech #aoba johsai #soft miki #miki writes #tw alcohol

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okimargarvez · 5 years ago

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SUBMISSION - 1

Original title: Submission.

Prompt: alternative for S12, Luke wants the tech girl and he gets her.

Warning: really smut; Luke OOC.

Genre: angst, romantic, erotic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Roxy, BAU team.

Pairings: Garvez.

Note: long (6 chapters).

Song mentioned: none.

Legend: 👨‍❤️‍👨 💏 😈👻.

Submission masterlist

Note: I don't know who would like to read this kind of story. It will not be only about sex; I can't imagine a world where Pen and Luke aren't in love. It will not be just a story about female submission and male domination despite the title. It's deeper and more complicated. If you need to blame someone, or better, something, it was the fault of the movies inspired by Psycho. One of my last exams was about this topic (with a lot of sexual content 🙄) and I had to put a bit of that somewhere. Please, be kind and tell me if you want to be tagged.

GARVEZ STORIES

Chapter 1 - Inappropriate

Certainly she doesn't imagine seeing him appear there, in that bar that she attends from many years. It is one of her safe areas, a place where she feels she can be herself, she can forget for a moment that she is a federal. He is alone, no attractive brunette with a model physique beside him. He has changed his clothes, he wears no more the black suit, but lighter jeans and a blue jacket. She hopes still not noticed.

Hope destined to die soon. -Hola, chica.- she feels the shadow of the man at her shoulders, the light covers her. The male tone, strongly sarcastic, makes her stretch all the muscles. He is too pleased. She turns slowly.

-You didn't have to relax with your girlfriend...- she pretends to not remember that name. -Roxy?- she looks at him without the shadow of a smile, puts her arms folded and waits his reply.

-And you weren't supposed to hang out with your Canadian boyfriend? Where is he, in the bathroom?- the woman rolls her eyes, raising them to the sky. Here we go again, same as a few hours ago, same speech and same irony. His goal is clearly to annoy her.

-No! He's not in the bathroom, and he's not Canadian. Why do you insist about this?- she snorts, turning around and turning her back on him again. She too has changed her clothes: he cannot avoid observing the dark suit, a part of her back left uncovered on which a cascade of blonde hair falls, no longer wavy, but straight.

-I don't know.- he shrugs, standing next to her chair. -You are so blonde and there, your skin is so pale...- his tone is no longer amused, instead it is hoarse, low, guttural. Even if she wants to remain impassive, she swallows. -Swedish, right?- here, he returns to the attack.

-No. My family has Norwegian origins, if you really care- she decides to focus on her cocktail, but suddenly the thought that he can watch her while she drinks, makes her blush. Damn! The man doesn't seem to have realized, because now his eyes are too busy getting lost in the neckline, very generous; too generous.

-Mhm.- he nods, not very attentive to her words. -They are the ones who have invented the sauna?- he finally shoots out, just to continue that conversation. She tries to notbget irritated; the newcomer just wants to be nice, he wants to know better all his colleagues...

-No, those are the Swedish.- she corrects him, feeling a little like Reid. -Norway is famous for the fjords, the north pole and...- she realizes she has almost smiled at him. -But why am I telling you this stuff?- she severely interrupts eye contact and makes another attempt with the glass resting in front of her.

The man laughs. -Is this place free?- he asks placing a hand on the back of her chair and the other on the one next to her. The blonde doesn't answer, taking a sip of her drink. The evening promises to be very long. He admires in an almost obsessive way a droplet that lingers on the red lips and then comes down from the chin until it ends up in that inlet. Sooo long, he corrects himself.

-What if it isn't?- she challenges him openly, deciding she can't allow this almost stranger to upset her at this point. Just because he took Derek's place… she doesn't have to think about her chocolate thunder. He is now with his wife and his son. He's happy, that's the only thing that matters. Or not? He seems to appreciate her choice, he still smiles and shit, he is exaggeratedly beautiful when he does, but even when he's serious. She can't flirt with another special agent, it would be like betraying Morgan. And then it's not the same thing, it's not enough to look... like this, for turn on the magic.

-Be honest, Garcia.- being called by him annoys her, like any other thing he does. -Your boyfriend, Canadian or not, doesn't exist. Am I right?- he doesn't seem to want to make fun of her, but now she has activated the protection program and has no intention of unlocking it.

She doesn't look at him. -Do you think it's any of your business?- he moves away her glass, almost empty and intercepts her hand.

-They could be.- he smiles, this time in a satisfied, provocative way, but then he changes expression. He looks almost sweet, the curves of his face softer and eyes with a strange light, but it can't be.

-No, there is no boyfriend anymore.- she admits, feeling defeated. She could have keep to play the cold or say nothing, but she is not like that; one thing is pretending and acting rude for those three minutes of calling, one minute to discuss cases or five (even!) on the elevator. But now they are alone, in a club and he seems to be flirting... even if it's not possible. She lows her head, bending her neck down. She doesn't miss Sam at all, she didn't love him anymore when they decided to break up. She misses having a man next to her, to find someone when she slips under the covers. To receive calls that don't start with "Garcia, could you look for the address of...".

He notices the change. He recognizes all the signs, sadness and bitterness. -Why did you lie?- he asks in a low voice, as if he doesn't want to be heard by others, placing his amber hand on the white of the woman, who strangely doesn't reject him. Maybe it's because she completely surrendered to this situation that she is unable to handle, although she has pretended otherwise.

Before answering him, she observes their close fingers for a few seconds, she wonders on the sensations that such contact causes to her. -Because you ask too many questions, Alvez.- the first bullshit that came to her mind.

She stands up, leaving $5 bill on the counter and starts to walk towards the exit. He, who hasn't ordered anything since he set foot on this place, replaces the piece of green paper with another one, extracted from his wallet. With two steps he reaches her just as she is about to leave, in time to open her the door, as a gentleman. But she ignores him and certainly not thank him.

-These are yours.- the money waives in front of her nose, but the woman doesn't seem to want to take it back. She shakes her head, walking in the direction of subway. He doesn't give up, keeping follow her. If he weren't a federal agent, she would probably get anxious. But then she remembers that the only guy who shot her was a highly decorated deputy sheriff and she starts to breathe in a different way. -Hey, wait. I have a car parked nearby. I can give you a ride.- she would never accept. If she did, she would have found herself again in a situation like this night, a moment ago; they would challenge each other and she would lost, because she was not meant for this kind of thing. No, no way.

Penelope hates feeling so vulnerable, despite having told Morgan something different, some time ago, just about her ex, Sam... -Nope, thanks. I will take the subway.- she walks quickly on her high heels and the man remains a step back, only to admire her body almost dancing and the movement of her hips.

-I insist.- his tone is peremptory, he will not accept a refusal. -It is dangerous to go around the city all alone at certain hours. Aren't you afraid?- she bursts out laughing before his face, something which he certainly doesn't expect. They get stuck almost in the middle of the road, it seems that there is no living soul here, apart from them.

-Afraid?- she echoes him. -The only man who shot me was someone who asked me a date. Why should I be afraid? If something has to happen, it will happen.- she turns her back on him, but she doesn't move. He absorbs the newly acquired information, without wondering if it's another lie. Nothing would be done to make him believe a thing like that. -Don't ask me anything.- she anticipates him before he can open his mouth. -Is your car so far?- she lowers his shoulders. In spite of what she has said, she is very scared of this. Even of him. But it may not be the bad thing. She can't imagine him as an unsub, but neither Colby seemed that and instead...

-No, it's less than a block from here.- they walk in silence for a long stretch, before he starts again to talk. -You really were a rocket with that list of sex shop stores...- it wanted to sound like a compliment, but to since he has mentioned just that kind of business triggers her as the first time she had heard his request.

-Well, I'm a rocket in everything I do!- then she really understands that this sentence sounds ambiguous and reminds when Morgan had told her that time something like that and she believed they slept together after arguing with Kevin and drinking far more than a few too many glasses of wine. She blushes. -I mean... it's mine work. I know what I do.- she prays to all the saints that he has not noticed her embarrassment.

-I don't doubt it.- but judging by the m1ischievous smile, not even this time she was luck. -You are a demure person and you don't like to deal with certain topics or you get upset just with me about it?- while he asks the question, they reach the car. Once again he manages to anticipate her to open the door for her. This mix of old-style romance and red light insinuations is driving her crazy. She sits and bucklesvup. He does the same, but doesn't leave. -I noticed the long pause you did after my request...- the woman curses herself again. She lowers her head for the umpteenth time during this evening. -What's the problem?- he doesn't going to quit until he gets an answer.

-Have you ever heard of Agent Morgan? Derek Morgan.- she points out, feeling a pang in the heart. -He was the one which you took the place.- a flash seems illuminate his face.

-Was he your ex-boyfriend, were you two together?- for the first time she smiles, but it's a bitter smile.

-No, he's my best friend. They shot his wife while she was pregnant...bAfter the baby born, he decided he could no longer endanger his family.- but why is she telling him? She has just known him for few days. She shouldn't even be in the car with him.

-Understandable.- he lifts her chin and she discovers she doesn't have the strength to fight. -But there is more. I read it in your eyes. I don't need to be a profiler forvguess that for you he wasn't just a friend.- he lets her go. -I'm sorry, I know what it means losing someone you loved... but I haven't joined the team for replace your Morgan.- he smiles, sadly. -I'm here to catch the fugitives criminals, like Cullen.- pronouncing that name hurts. The sense of guilt intensifies. She doesn't realize it.

-I know. Now could you accompany me home? Tomorrow we must be ready for everything. The unsubs never rest.- he nods and starts the engine.

When they arrive in front of the apartment building where she lives, Penelope certainly doesn't expect that he comes down in turn to accompany her. Her are worthless protests, is useless that she repeats that she can now get by on her own. But it's all too weird. When he joins her, she waits for him to pull out his weapon and shooting, but it doesn't happen.

She turns to him, who is a few inches behind. -Thanks, Alvez. See you tomorrow. Good night.- her heart stops when she sees the flicker in the so dark eyes of the man and he comes closer, gets closer and closer, up to place his hand on the wall with all the interphones, on which the woman has leaned unknowingly. He is really too close.

-You're welcome.- he whispers and his words are lost in the night. He leans toward her. He wants to kiss her and he will do it, he doesn't care that he knows very little. He is attracted by her like the light of a chandelier attracts a moth (with the same fatal result, probably), he has to have her. He will. He sees her pupils getting more and more large, dilated. Clear sign of excitement. Because she wants him too. He doesn't prolong the agony, bends a little more and makes crash his own lips on her fleshy ones; he doesn't ask for permission but sneaks his tongue into her mouth and immediately they begin to weave wild dances. She moans inside his throat, fortunately, since they are almost outdoors and they risk waking up the whole neighborhood.

-This attitude is truly...- the woman manages to say breathlessly -...inappropriate.- before he catches her again, smearing his body on the soft shapes of his colleague. Something quite soft attracts instead her attention. She realizes that she is terribly attracted to this man almost unknown, of not being able to stop herse or him and that she likes the whole situation. I would like a man who could make decisions, make choices... in short, that did not always make me feel the one who makes choices. It is stressful. With years of delay, her wish had been fulfilled.

They don't known how they manage to open the door and get into the elevator. Here he drops the straps of her dress, getting a better view of her breast. -We shouldn't do it... it's against...- she barely holds back a scream when the man takes one of the nipples between his fingers. -...the protocol.- she concludes with a sigh. A sound warns them that they have arrived at the requested floor. He settles her just for safety and quickly pushes her towards her apartment, even if he hasn't already been there.

While she turns the key in the lock she can't pretend not to feel something solidly brush her legs. She can still prevent that from happening, she just has to avoid kissing him again. How much he must have drunk to want someone like her? Yet he doesn't seem drunk. On the contrary, he looks as clear as a bell. Almost… ruthless.

-Strip for me, Penelope.- is the first time he calls her by name, one thing to which she is not accustomed in general, and that is Luke doing this upsets her even more. His tone is low but firm, peremptory. So... authoritarian. Exciting. But still a part of her wants to rebel. After all, this is her home, she should command him. This guy may be nice to see, but he's the newest, he has taken Derek's place, he has... her thoughts are abruptly interrupted by a rip, precisely that of the fabric of her dress. She lowers her eyes to check the extent of the damage, then she raises them back to him, looking for some guilt. She doesn't find the slightest trace of it. -These are the consequences when you don't obey.- he clarifies, while with his hands he is widening the gash so much that now the dress covers only the lower half of her body. It was a beautiful dress, bought with JJ and Emily the time they went to London to visit the latter when she was working for INTERPOL. £ 150. But above, all it was a memory of happy moment. And he destroyed it in less than a second. She should hate him for it. Why can't she do it? Why instead her legs are trembling and she is feeling something vibrating in depth that she thought were lost forever? -I am waiting.- he reiterates, arms folded, in the position of the observer, the voyeur.

Looking into those really too dark (almost obscure) eyes she also loses this battle. She lets the dress fall to the ground, remaining in underwear and with heels. She would like to have something to cover herself with, she doesn't feel like a prostitute or a porn star, just a simple idiot. Embarrassment makes her blush. If she had a different kind of physique, maybe she wouldn't be so upset. She waits to hear a wicked laughter at any moment, any testimony of the disgusting that he feels when he sees her almost naked. But is not so. He gestures for her to continue and she reluctantly performs, but he stops her before she can also remove her shoes. -No, you can keep them on. I like how they slim your figure.- and yet he doesn't seem to be lying. He really seems to appreciate what he sees. He takes her by the hand and makes her turn around. Naturally, he is still fully clothed. -You feel beautiful, Penelope?- just like she didn't expect to see him appear at the O'Keefe, or that he accompanied her up to here, she certainly didn't imagine he can ask such a question. She keeps silent, she can't answer him. It would be worse than this sort of striptease. It would be truly naked before his eyes. Like she would prostitute her own soul.

He takes her by her chin, almost hurting her. She understands that he will not stop it until she will respond. -No.- she admits, tightening the eyelids. -I don't feel beautiful at all. Can you leave me, now?- he increases his hold and forces the woman's mouth to collimate with his own. At the same time he spreads her body between his own and a wall, to make her feel his concrete excitement. -This is not fake, babe.- the woman moans. -And now, take off my clothes, but started from the bottom.- he pushes her head to make her get down on her knees. By now she is no longer able to rebel, now she has to find out what it's like to have him inside her (what is the need to do false moralism when it is so obvious?). She starts from shoes, skillfully work with her hands on the strings, then pull down his trousers, but when she raises her head without thinking, she is abruptly brought back to the ground. -You will watch when I tell you.- a bandage or a handkerchief appears in his hands and with it he deprives her of the sense of sight. He makes her rise; she almost laugh to the thought of being covered only in that area. She finds the jacket groping, then the zipper and she slides it slowly down. She can't help but place her hands on his chest, sensing the shapes of his muscles. Then she starts again, opening every button and finally freeing the underlying skin. She would like to lean her head and feeling tight squeezed from those strong and powerful arms, like in the movies. She will always be a perenneer dreamer, despite all the disillusions that life slams in her face.

Yet he seems to read her mind. He hugs her for a few minutes. She should feel cold, she has not turned on the heat, but that thought doesn't brush her minimally. Her heart begins to pump more blood, her head is spinning. Then he whispers to her something that seems to have nothing to do with the context. -You're safe, baby.- and she believes him. Then he loosens the grip, making her again bend down. Except for the socks, even he is almost naked now. Just his boxers separate their bodies. She swallows. He pushes her head against his lower abdomen. -Do you consider yourself a good girl, Penelope?- his questions embarrass her more than what he forces her to do. She knows exactly what he wants now from her. He takes her hands and guides her in the right direction. He helps her lift the fabric. Then he caresses her cheeks, lips and opens her mouth. -Choose to answer me or to show me.- he adds only. The decision is just too easy.

It is more than inappropriate, this is a totally wrong, incorrect and rash action; she is not at all a good girl. She never thought she can become one of those women who lend themselves to such things. Yet it is not was she asked? She wanted a self-confident man; here he is and he is algo good to see. She tries to shut down her brain, to just act, to don't think, returning to her "animal", natural or "primitive" state. His flavor is strange, but pleasant. Her knees hurt; he urges her to continue, giving her light pushes on the nape. Those fingers in her hair for absurd excite her more than what she is doing. She feels the rhythm increase, she understands that he is close and if there is a taboo that she has never broken, it is just that. But in the moment she welcomed him inside her, she knew she couldn't anymore rebel. The man holds her head steady as he empties himself in her oral cavity. And he keeps her until she swallows.

The shame and the sense of vomiting are now as one, but she expects that at least now it's time for the funny part, the more "normal" moment. She hasn't endured all of this for nothing. Instead the man rearranges himself, she senses it by the noises she hears (the belt, the zipper teeth, the jeans cloth) and then he takes off the bandage. -I'm sorry for your dress.- but he's not really sorry, it's a catchphrase. -Maybe next time you'll do better.- he pats her on the cheek, as she would be a child, then grabs her to give her one last kiss, savoring his own taste. Then he leaves her there, in the middle of the room, naked, except for shoes.

Naked both inside and outside.

#Garvez #criminal minds #cm #penelope garcia #luke alvez #bau team #penelope x luke #luke x penelope #garcia x alvez #alvez x garcia #luke ooc #smut

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years ago

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#Fictober Day 31

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

(Abominable?M’Baku x Black!Reader)

Word Count: 6.5k

“We gotta hit the slopes now before it gets too crowded!” Sarah exclaimed.

You, Sarah, Michelle, and Taylor have all been pals your days at the state university a few years ago. You were, for lack of better words, the token of the group and you knew the role you played. When the party was on, Michelle would gas you up so that you can show the latest craze off to the other partygoers. If there was something political on TV that needed further explanation, Sarah was the one to ask for your two cents. Taylor was the one who acted the most down, since she came from a poor neighborhood and had a Black boyfriend.

And somehow, with all of these crazy white folk, you decided to go on a reunion trip to the snow capped mountains of a state that has more Starbucks than Black people. The reason being that one, you needed a vacation, and two, Sarah had a hookup through her firm and it was basically paid for.

“Sarah, hang on, where is my shower gel? And my Garnier Nutrisse, you whore!” Michelle exclaimed from the bathroom.

“You can survive one day with your hair being washed, it’s gonna be trapped under a helmet anyway. Plus it’s not healthy to wash it everyday, right (Y/N)?”

Here she goes. ��This wasn’t your Garnier that was missing, yet somehow the subject of hair drug you into this conversation.

“True, and I am more than ready to go. I’m sweating like buckets, man.” You say with your heavy duty coat and gear on.

“Aight, I’m ready bitches!!” Taylor shouted waddling down the steps to the front door.

“Ok, everyone is present and accounted for? Great! Let’s get some skiing! Hopefully our tour guide is hot!” Sarah says.

You roll your eyes at the thought. Sarah thought the wierdest guys were hot because they were ‘mysterious’. More like serial killers looking for victims.

Making it to the main building of the ski area, you guys check in and wait to be attended to.

“So, who thinks they are going to hook up on this trip this week?” Michelle is cheesing sharper than cheddar as her hand shoots up like a volunteer for dick.

“Michelle, you always say you’re going to put yourself out there, but you never do! You really do need to get some kind of romance in your life. Broken pussy, amiright??” Sarah looks to you for a cosign.

You were on your phone the entire time, because you know they were just into some white mess so you just look up at her and nod.

She huffs, crossing her arms. “(Y/N), I really hope you will be open with us during this trip. You’re the last person any of us have caught up with and you’ve been super quiet so far.”

You sigh, putting your phone away and looking like you care. “I hate to make you feel like that, Sarah. I’ll try and be more engaging. I’m so happy we have gotten back together again.”

“Hell yeah! What’s new with you? Got a boo?” Michelle asks expectantly.

You shake your head. “No, not for a minute now, actually. Guys have kind of been few and far between as far as dating goes.”

“I could still hook you up with Craig’s brother, if you want? He’s available, and interested…” Taylor sings the word ‘interested’ like that was the keyword bait you were looking for. Problem was, Craig’s brother had a foot fetish. You knew it, they knew it. And you just weren’t ready to have to fuck the back of his throat with your toes as second base.

“No, I’m still just going to look on my own. Actually, just taking a break. I want this to be about us ladies, patching things up.”

Michelle looks at you fondly, holding out a hand. You take it, and Sarah and Taylor follow suit, as you all create a sisterly social circle around the table.

“Mind if I cut in, guys?” a voice says.

You all turn around to see an instructor that look like he just got off of lifeguard season. His skin was olive toned and tight from the sun exposure, and his hair was almost bleach blonde with waves. If he wasn’t wearing a ski gear, you’d think he was in the wrong place.

Sarah looked at him intrigued. “Not at all! Come, come! It’s nice to have some testosterone to cut the estrogen around here!”

“Thank you so much! My name is Jamie, I’ll be your instructor for the day. It’s a beautiful day to be out on the slopes. Any first timers here?”

You and Taylor raise their hands.

“Ok, great! So I’ll be working closely with the two of you to make sure all safety precautions are taken, and form is perfected.” Jamie explains.

Sarah pats his leg. “Oh, well, I could always use a refresher. Every slope is different and not to mention the equipment. So, save some energy for me!” Sarah laughs a little to hard as she hopelessly flirts with Jamie.

He laughs comfortably, like he has been through this before and has a script for everything. “Don’t worry, I have plenty of knowledge and time to go around.”

“Have you ever handled four women at once?” Taylor asks like the crypt keeper coming out of their hole.

Jamie, still cool, says, “I have handled groups upwards of ten people. After that, the program mandates a secondary at least to be on hand.”

“A tag team? My dream scenario…” Taylor coos, looking off into the distance as her mind leaves the room. You all stare at each other, not sure what Taylor was on to give her this Jaden Smith level of spaciness.

“So, if we are ready to go, get your skis, and let’s get to it!”

It was stupid cold outside as you stood in one place waiting your turn. The instructor was taking so long with the other girls, that you couldn’t just watched what they were doing and caught on how to do it.

“Oh, I thought you didn’t ski? Great job!” Jamie said, giving you a thumbs up. You return it with no feeling. As the girls get down with the snow, you decide you need a hot toddy, so you return your skis and head for the bar.

Looking through your phone and sipping, Taylor comes to sit beside you.

“Hey, girl. You’re not feeling it either, huh?” She asks.

You shake your head. “I just got cold, and it was getting boring. You drinkin?”

“Of course! After all the thirst from Sarah towards Jamie, I got secondhand dry mouth.” Taylor says waving down the bartender.

You laugh. “I’m glad you brought that up. Why did you suddenly drop that huge innuendo on Jamie? You got a man, what are you talking about foursomes and shit?”

“Ohh, that was just me trying to join in on the fun. Of course I can’t expect to get laid on this trip, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be funny and annoying to cock block y’all.”

You clink glasses, taking a sip to the madness ahead of you all.

“Oh, before I forget, Jamie said that he would take up on a private walk to see some eerie areas of the non-resort area of the resort. Supposed to be like a haunted cabin, or bigfoot creature, or something. You down?”

You look at her like she should know better. Creepy horror haunted stuff was not your alley of expertise.

“Come on! , (Y/N). He’s bringing some of his buddies, you may find one of em cute, who knows?”

You mull over drink thinking.

“Please, just don’t leave me with them for an hour alone. I’ll have to throw myself in front of an oncoming avalanche.”

You take a deep breath and nod to get her off your back and back to your drink. Who knows, she could get a little snow boo out of it to cling tight to in fear.

Jamie and his friends meet with you all that night to go on the haunted walk in the snow.

“This here is David and Jackson.” Jamie introduces the men. David looked like an ex-jock who hit their prime in high school, while David was probably the Black friend of his group. Wonder who he will pair off with…

They share pleasantries with all of you before heading off into the dark woods surrounding the resort. Sarah was hugged up on Jamie the entire time, pretending that Jamie was her rock in the scary woods. Michelle and David were hitting it off nicely, whispering to each other as Michelle laughs out loud, everyone shushes her accordingly. And then there was Jackson, who really, really wanted to get to know Taylor.

“Do you come up here often or is this your first time?”

Taylor wasn’t here for it, since she had a man already. “Yeah, no, this is the first time for me. Same for (Y/N), right?” Taylor looked to you desperately to cut into the conversation but you were not having it. You were tired, way past your bedtime, and ready to call the evening a bust.

You all come over a hill and see cave area within a bunch of jagged rocks.

“There, you see? That is where they say is supposed to be the mountain creature.” Jamie says ominously.

“Mountain creature? So what, a lion, or bear?” Michelle asks.

“No, a creature. Some say it’s part ape, part man, but I haven’t actually seen it.” Jamie notes.

“Sooo, if you haven’t seen it, why should we believe it is real?” Sarah asks Jamie. “Make it come out.”

Jamie laughs nervously. “I can’t just make it come out though-”

David prods Jamie. “Ohh, come on. Jamie! We were supposed to give these ladies a show! Let’s give em what they came for!” David begins to approach the mouth of the cave. Jamie looks visibly worried but trots up to go with him.

Jackson turns to Taylor. “I’ll be right back. Wait for me?” Taylor half nods as he goes off.

“You kiss your teeth. “Dumbass don’t know the rules? Brothers get got first.” You say under your breath.

Taylor sighs. “We really need to ditch them after this. He is a grenade my body refuses to take for the team. All y’all gonna feel this blast!”

As the guys slowly approach the entrance, Jamie yells back to the girls. “So, the best way to communicate is with hoots. It’s the only form of basic communicate people have said to have witnessed.” Jamie nods to the other guys starting the round of howls off.

Their voices echo down the cave walls, making you get a little nervous as you look around for any wild animals this may attract. Jamie puts his hand up to stop the hoots and listens in the air. They wait, and wait, but silence is all that surrounds them.

“Well, I can’t help but to think this night is a bust everyone. Come on guys, let’s get back to the cabin with the girls before we freeze to death.” Jackson suggests, walking away quickly.

“HUUA! HUUA! HUUA!”

The hoots answer back in a lower, more threatening tone. It sounds like several others as the sound reverberates off the mountain and wildlife surrounding them. The whole group freeze as the sound fills the air, giving them chills that the snow couldn’t replicate. You look towards the top of the cave opening and see a large, all encompassing figure.

“WE NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT!” You shout, pointing to the unknown being. The men run as fast as they could through the snow as they could. Sarah and Michelle book it after you, but you slow down looking back to catch a glimpse of the thing.

That’s when you see it swing a large club and bring it down to the ground. The earth rumbles underneath your feet as you hear the cracking of ice and snow. The creature retreats behind the caves and that’s when you notice a rush of snow coming towards you.

“Oh God! Shit, come on (Y/N)! Guys, move!” Taylor yells behind you all as you try to outrun the snow, the girls just about clear the hill in front of you, and the guys follow suit. As you reach the midpoint of the mountain, you hit a deep portion of snow that makes you fall face first into the ground as pain shoots up your leg.

“Dammit, shit.” You look up for the group and see Jackson is closest in distance to you.

“Jackson! Help me, please, I’m stuck!” You plead with him.

He turns to see you and makes his way back down, but stops in his tracks before he reaches you. Looking past you, he starts to take one step back, then two, before he is full speed running in the opposite direction.

“Jackson! Jackson! Shit!” You try and drag yourself with you arms and one good leg but you only exhaust yourself further. That’s when you hear the footsteps in the snow behind you.

You lie still, praying for heavenly mercy as you slowly turn behind you to see it. A tall, barreling figure covered in furs, and leather pieces, with the face of a gorilla. It stalks over to you, leaning over your body for a closer look.

Your breathing is ragged from the running and the air is thin. That coupled with intense fear causes you to blackout.

Your body rocks as you come to. It’s still dark out and you feel the ground moving underneath you. You move but find that you can’t. As you look down, you see that your body is strapped to a board as you are dragged along the ground. You lay back to look up and see the creature taking you across the snow to God knows where.

You attempt to cream but you have tape across your mouth. Your muffled cries upset you more as you are taken hostage to somewhere with no help in sight. A few minutes of you crying and being dragged, the creature stops and stoops to your level, looking down at you.

He holds a finger to his masked mouth as you gasp and sob to calm down.

“I only taped your mouth to ensure you wouldn’t cause a raucous.” He says.

You are amazed that he speaks, and with an accent you haven’t heard around there. His hand reaches for the tape as he yanks it across. Your face stretches in pain.

“Oww!” You squeak as he begins to undo the straps on the board.

“I have splinted your leg as you had sprained it. You should be good after staying off of it a day or two.” The baritone in his melodic voice calmed you significantly. He clearly wasn’t a creature, but an intelligent being.

“Who are you?” You ask as he helps you to standing.

Picking up his board, he turns to walks away, never answering your question. You look behind to see that he placed you a few feet away from where you stay. Your friends had to be worried, you had no idea how long you had been gone. As you limp to the door, you knock once and it flies open.

“(Y/N)!! OH MY GOD, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??” Michelle exclaims, wrapping her arms around your neck tightly.

“I have no idea, but I need warmth so please…” You pat Michelle to end the tug as you walk into the warm cabin.

The girls had sent the boys away due to their uselessness and this being their idea all along.

“I just can’t fucking deal with Jackson leaving you behind like that! You know he played dumb until we grilled him further about it. He just ran off! What kind of a man does that?” Taylor says, handing you some hot tea while you have your foot propped on a pillow.

You try and calm them down. “He was scared. Shit, I woulda left him too if I saw that coming towards me too.”

“So do you guys think it’s an experiment gone wrong, or an alien, or what?” Sarah asks. “You know, thank God, you are safe, but I think this should be looked into. What if someone got hurt?”

You look down at your leg. “It didn’t hurt me. I woke up and I was here, with a splint on my leg.”

Sarah looks at you pitifully. “Oh honey, you bumped your head. Anything could’ve happened. You should probably still go to the infirmary. Who knows what else IT could’ve done to you…”

You roll your eyes at her. You didn’t want to give too much detail, that he talked to you, that you were 99% certain he was human and didn’t mean any harm.

The girls went rounds on the subject but you became too tired to care. Going up to your room, you close yourself in and take a moment to breathe staring at the nature around you. You had yet to appreciate your surroundings since you all got there. Sarah was very schedule oriented and since this trip is because of here, everyone else just fell into line.

Your mind wanders about the man that brought fear to so many, but care to you. Who was he? What was his story? As you stare in the distance, you can just make out the jagged rocks surrounding the cake in which you all disturbed him. You felt sorry for him, being up there, no one to mess with him because of the horrible stories told on him. But on the other hand, envious, because not being bothered by anyone is just what you needed.

Just then you see his being step out of the mouth of the cave. You still couldn’t make out any defining features but you could tell he wasn’t wearing as many furs and the mask wasn’t on his face. You look around the room remembering some binoculars were a part of the room’s decor. You see them on the bookshelf as you hobble to get them and go back to peer through them. You desperately adjust the magnification, but right before your get the picture clear, he is gone. Cursing under your breath you make a possibly dumb plan to get a look at this guy and maybe even talk. You had to know if he was what everyone said he was.

The next couple days, you got a pass from the girls to take it easy and do whatever you felt like doing since you had what they called, a traumatic experience. You took time to go to the infirmary and make sure your leg hadn’t had any worse damage than assumed, getting a compliment from the doctor on the splint.

Your ankle felt better by the end of the night, so you decided to take a walk without the splint. Your plan was to return the wood used for the splint to him, hoping that would be some kind of peace offering. Getting yourself ready, you slowly creep out of your room, so that none of the girls would hear you leaving. They were all knocked out from a night on the town, so they shouldn’t notice your absence.

Trekking through the snow, your steps get heavy from the moisture of the snow, along with the heaviness of the wood. Pushing through it all, you do make it to the cave after what felt like miles.

Now you wondered how you would get up to the cave. The rocks were not only jagged, but slick with ice and snow that would snap your shins like toothpicks. You thought about maybe luring him out with a woot woot, but that didn’t seem like the smartest thing. A wolf howl in the distance reminded you that you were a meal walking. You check out the cave, walking along the perimeter until you find a path that is sloped enough to walk up.

You slowly walk inside of the cave, which is dark dark, not a single creature is stirring, and you can’t tell otherwise. You aren’t sure if your mind is playing tricks on you or if you hear something but the echo of the cave amplifies even the smallest sounds. You had no intentions of going any further in so you set the wood down, hoping he will get it as you leave.

Heading back down the cave proved difficult, as you slid down a little with every step. Landing a little hard on your backside, you let out a yip that reverberated across the woods. You cover your mouth, cursing yourself as you got up and continued down.

“Grrrrrr…”

You freeze in your tracks as you hear to the left of you an animalistic growl that brings your heart into your throat. As you peer out of your peripheral, you see the clearly that not one, but at least three wolves were standing in the distance waiting for you to make a move. You had no skills in trying to survive in the wilderness so this scenario was lost on you on how to get out. Do you run? Do you make yourself big and make noises? Lay down and pretend to be dead? None of these options seemed plausible.

“HUUA! HUUA! HUUA!”

You whip around to see the man of the mountain coming down towards you in full garb. You duck into a fetal position, praying that you just are forgotten about until the situation is handled enough for you to go home.

He swings his club down and shakes the ground, startling the wolves to run away whimpering. When you get up, the man grabs you, putting you over his shoulder. The sudden weightlessness of your body almost gave you whiplash as you gathered your bearings you scolded him. “Hey! Put me down! I need to go home!”

“It is not safe! The wolves will be out until the morning, they will catch up with you again.” He warns you.

You felt like crying you were so mad. Why could this not have been a smooth transaction, your curiosity would be the death of you.

He takes you into the cave as darkness obstructs your vision. “I can walk now, if you don’t mind!”

“It is only a bit further, hang on.” He explains.

You didn’t care how far it was, you just wanted off his broad shoulder. You hated heights, and he was a tall guy. Finally light begins to surround the both of you as he sets you down and you observe your surroundings. His living space was way more abstract than you thought it would be. The amount of light is able to emit in here through torches and natural settings was exquisite. Carvings and wood paneling lined the walls and floor, giving is a very homestyle vibe. You touched the wood, feeling its grooves within its smoothness, amazed by the craftsmanship. You stop by the firepit in the middle of the floor warming your hands.

Looking back at the man, still wearing his mask you get shy suddenly. “Uh, I returned your splints, if you saw them-”

“Yes….I did….” He says with a booming voice.

You weren’t sure what to do next but you talk when you’re nervous. “Thanks again. It really helped me get by. Even the doc had to compliment it. And the wolf attack thing, wow, so crazy how that happened. I didn’t even want to be on this trip, but I was dragged based off of friendly obligations. Those people you saw me with before? I’m with them, but not WITH them, with them. Just polite and cordial, so it’s kind of-”

“Are you done?!” He takes his mask off to reveal his face.

“Oh my God…” you utter.

He tosses the mask aside, stripping off his outer furs and equipment. “You should save your breath, abstaining from talking. You ever hear of air being limited in caves?” He says, scolding you.

You are still in awe of his appearance. “I’m-I’m sorry, I just didn’t know…”

“The mountain man is human? Yes, you and many others do not.” He says tiredly, sitting on a seat by the fireplace he squeezes the bridge of his nose.

You walk a little closer to him, observing. “I had only heard of you a couple days ago, as I’m not from around here. But you have an exceptional face.”

He turns to you looking at you like you’re nuts. “YOu meet a man that is cut off from civilization living in a cave in a mountain and the first thing you notice is my attractiveness?”

You shrug. “I mean, I’m sure you’re a nice guy too, but you’re doing a disservice hiding that face from society.”

He shakes his head, shaming you. “I don’t owe any services. If people would quit wandering here, no one would have to worry about my face.”

You nod understandingly. “Do you have anyone else here with you?”

He stares in the fire blankly. “I do not.”

You grab a chair, sitting next to him. “And how long have you been here?”

He blinks slowly, “Almost my whole life.”

“Wow! By yourself?”

“Not necessarily. Just in the last decade or so have I been alone.” His eyes appear sorrowful as the shadows of flames dance across his face.

You look into the fire, feeling for him. “What’s your name?”

“I am M’Baku.” he says.

“Nice to meet you, M’Baku. I am (Y/N).” You hold your hand out for him to shake. He looks at it curiously before taking it. Your hand fits snugly in his mighty one, warm despite just being out in the cold.

Once you break from his shake, you continue. “Do you have any family to go to? Any loved ones?”

M’Baku sighs. “They have all moved on to other areas. We used to inhabit a great deal of land in this area but we were lawfully or unlawfully forced to move on for use of the resort. I found no reason to go, but the cave is not manned by anyone, so I call it home.”

He looks around his creation affectionately.

“It is very beautiful, M’Baku. You did all of this?” You stand up, walking around slowly.

M’Baku stands following you. “Yes, not overnight, but I did manage. It does what I need it to.”

You breathe in deeply, it even smelled good; spicy and fresh, the wood creates an aroma that eases your tension.

“I just can’t believe someone can make all of this and be alone, without any help from the outside. It’s admirable.” You say turning around to face him.

He looks down humbly. “It wasn’t easy, by any means, to cultivate the wood and bring it to a livable space. I’ve waited so long for this. I have help from my god, Hanuman. That is enough for me to get by most of the time.”

Silence falls between the both of you as you wonder what time it is. “We have until morning, right?”

M’Baku nods. “I don’t want to risk an attack on you getting back.”

You yawn stretching. “So then, if you don’t mind, I will need to get some rest then if you don’t mind.”

He nods. “Of course. You can have the bed tonight. I am not feeling very tired, so I’ll keep watch.” He gets up to stand near the entrance of the cave with his club.

You make you way to a back room that has a bed with natural wood posts. The mattress made well, soft but firm so you don’t sink. You take off your shoes and lay underneath his, encased in the smell of him. You can see him posted from where you lay, and you think about how his life must be having been alone for so long. That couldn’t be good on his psyche. You wind down, overcome with sleep as his figure blurs into darkness.

When you wake, it is M’Baku that shakes you to get up.

“You must leave now. Before your friends worry.” M’Baku commands.

You stretch, trying to gain your bearings. “It’s fine. They aren’t bothering me because of my leg.”

M’Baku tosses your coat at you, helping you put on your shoes. “I saw law enforcement at your cabin. They could be looking for you, (Y/N).”

You finally understand the seriousness as you get your coat on and finish off putting on your shoes. “Ok, ok. I’m going.”

You get up to get out of the cave with M’Baku following close behind putting on his gear. Once you reach the mouth of the cave you stop. M’Baku starts to put on his mask but you keep him from it.

“Wait. M’Baku, you shouldn’t be in this cave alone forever, I want you to know that.”

He looks down at you with a hardened stare. “I don’t have a choice in that. It was the card I was dealt.”

“But you don’t have to settle! You can change things if you really want to.”

“I do not want to. I have managed with no problems.”

“But with what experiences? Friends, family, love. What is there to show?”

M’Baku puts on his mask, walking out of the cave. You hang your head and follow.

Before you make it down the slope to head back, you leave him with something. “M’Baku, you have so much more to show the world. I am sure they would be willing to listen. I am willing, after all you have told me.”

“The world is not as open, trust me.” M’Baku says.

“I’m not them. Can you do me one favor?”

“I do not provides services!” M’Baku exclaims.

“Please, I want to see you again before my trip is up. But I don’t want to be eaten by wolves or fall into a ditch, so tell me when can I see you?”

M’Baku pauses. Through the mask you had no clue what he was thinking or doing, but you hoped for his consideration.

“I mean, I can come by and risk life and limb if you want me too. You have better medical care skills than anything else around here.” You say, challenging him.

“Come by when you see the smoke coming from the side of the mountain. I won’t keep it burning a long time, so you will need to pay attention, and I will wait.” M’Baku says.

You smile. “That will work! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You are practically skipping as you make your way back to the cabin, which is a mess and a half. The cops weren’t there but three worried white women were.

“(Y/N)! How long have you been gone? We check on you for breakfast, and find that you were gone!” Sarah says, arms crossed.

You hold your hands up in surrender. “I know, I know. I should’ve told you guys where I had been, but I just needed a little me time, is all.”

“You have been getting ‘me time’ ever since the attack at the cave! We got the cops involved, we were worried!” Michelle exclaims.

“You look at her suspiciously. “They aren’t checking the cave out, right?” you ask.

Michelle shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. I can’t really say but if so, is that so bad?”

Your heart pounds, thinking about what might be done. “You gotta call them off, they can’t go to the cave!”

Sarah looks at you worried. “Why? They are professionals, all they have to do is shoot the damn thing-”

“NO!” You shout angrily.

All the girls stare at you astonished. You clear your throat and try to speak with reason.

“I mean, just, don’t waste taxpayer dollars with this. You may be trying....to extinguish an extinct species or something, you don’t know,, and you’re trying to kill it? It didn’t hurt anybody, remember? Just scared us a little.”

Taylor comes up to you, giving you a hug. “I’ll let them know you are safe and just went for a walk or something. We won’t stress you out about this, ok?”

You hug Taylor back, grateful for her compassion. You kept trouble at bay from M’Baku at least one more day. You couldn’t bear causing heat to catch up with him for as long as he had been able to be alone.

Up in your room you pull your phone out of the pocket but a secondary object touches your fingers. Pulling it out, you find a miniature wooden carving of a gorilla in mid stride, looking regal and proud. You look over it curiously for a moment before you realize its origins. Looking out your window you see the smoke coming from the top of the cave. You doubt he could see you but you wave in the general direction, thanking him internally as you held the figure close to you. It held the same smell of the wood in his living area, and brought you instant peace. Maybe someday the world can know his kind heart and talent. But until then, you hoped you could experience as much of it as you can on your own.

The girls gave you a full gamut of act of activities to do next day with you and make up for lost time. You found out that Sarah hooked up with Jamie, but he didn’t last long and asked if she knew a cocaine dealer because apparently that help with it. Michelle played card games that involved stripping of their clothes and taking shots, and David was not able to hang in there for the grand prize. She was unsure if that meant she won, but she took it as such since he was a weak drinker. And Taylor just avoided Jackson as much as possible to ensure he got the full entire gist that she was completely uninterested in his advances.

“So if you were still interested, he should be good and ready for you.” Taylor tells you jokingly.

Taking a sip of your drink you scoff. “Yeah, a guy that leaves me to die in the snow and picks every single White girl over me sounds like a prize.”

Sarah laughs but it's a little off. “I mean, what’s wrong if he like white girls, its a preference, you know?”

The room goes quiet. “Uh, Sarah, are you serious?” You ask her, controlling your rage.

“I mean, if he likes white girls, that doesn’t make him less than. I mean, Taylor has a Black guy. That’s insulting to her and me. What’s wrong with-”

“If you are seriously asking me what is wrong with white women, I swear to God-”

Taylor interrupts. “Heyyyy, maybe more drinks will suffice this arguing, huh?” She fills their cups and turns up some music, leading you to the upstairs. “Hey, she’s ignorant, we all know it. It’s not worth a fight.”

“We might as well! Cuz if she said that on the street, her ass would be laid out!” You say, chugging your drink.

Taylor grabs for it gently. “Mk, mk. You’re good. We only got a day left, so come on, just ignore her. Say you’re on our period or something to skip going out and it’ll all work out til we’re on the plane going our separate ways.”

You nod unconvincingly to agree, making Taylor laugh. “Hey, are you calling it a night?”

“I think so, it’s just draining to talk to her about anything substantial. And she wonders why I check out.” you say opening your door.

“Sure. Call me if you need something, ok?” Taylor says going down the stairs.

You go to your room staring listlessly at your wood carving in your hands, sniffing the natural smell from it. You look out of your window bored and restless to observe outside. As you look in the distance, you see the smoke like coming up from the cave’s location. You take a moment to think properly about your options and decided that in a few more hours it would be best to finally visit M’Baku again once more, thanking him for his hospitality and wishing him well.

The trek up was quiet this time around. You barely even heard the wind blowing as you journeyed up to the opening of the cave, somewhat a pro at it now. You go in the cave and carefully make your way down through the dark until you saw the familiar light of his living space. However, he was nowhere to be seen.

You take a seat by the fire awkwardly, waiting for his arrival as you look around his place again. You didn’t notice the plaque above his room saying “Jabari”, maybe a family name? You decide to go and look into his bedroom, for the possibility of him being there, but no such luck. You run your hands along the soft sheets, wanting so badly to lay on them again but you dared not to, being an unknown guest at the moment. A door in the back of the room catches your eye. It looks heavy and suspicious and sends your curiosity into overdrive.

As you walk to it, you try the latch…

“I didn’t expect you to be waiting in my bedroom.” M’Baku says behind you.

#fictober18 #m'baku fic #black panther fanfic #fanfic #shakafic

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