#I did once get a message of how prudence would react if she went to the dining room

[darkfictionjude]

Jude

Judatha

Juddy old pal

How much longer till the the family orgy chapter?

Oh please just Jude I literally get a twitch in my eye when I’m called anything else it’s that serious 😭

That chapter will likely be written by one of you and sent to me in an ask cause y’all send me anything

[newstanmarshblog]

The Average and Unusual Couple: Chapter One

   It was night time as Stan Marsh was talking to his best friend Kyle through Skype about able to see each other soon in person for the very first time since South Park went though a long lockdown during the events of a recent global pandemic. After on having a lot of people getting vaccinated to combat against the deadly disease, the pandemic was finally declared over by every government official around the world which means daily lives can get back to normal. Along with the news on announcing the town being one hundred percent safe from the virus, the Mayor of South Park has also announced that all schools will be back into its regular programming starting after labor day. And Stan couldn’t be more than happier to hear such news because he hated being separated from his friends and school for such a long period of time since he still has to deal with on being stuck living at Tegridy Farms.

   Stan: Ah man, dude, I’m so excited to able to see you guys again ever since before we all went through this harsh lockdown. How did your brother and parents react to the news?

   Kyle: Just as happy as you are, Stan. My parents are celebrating by having a glass of wine together, and Ike can’t wait to get his education in person again because he had a really hard time learning through online classes. How was your family’s reaction?

   Stan: My sister is pretty excited to able to date with her boyfriend again, my mom is relieved that things are back to normal and plans to meet up with my uncle Jimbo this weekend, and my dad is super pumped to get back to his plans on opening his first expansion Tegridy store at main street.

   Kyle: Your dad still isn’t over with his weed products yet, huh?

   Stan frustrated: He never shuts up about it! If it wasn’t for his successful online sales of his Tegridy products during this lockdown, we would’ve moved back to South Park by now. *sighs*

   Kyle: Sorry if my question got you upset, dude.

   Stan: It’s alright, you didn’t mean it. It has been about over two years now since my dad got obsessed with Tegridy weed, and I really don’t know when he’ll get tried of it. Usually he’ll be obsessed with something for about up to at least serval days and then moves onto the next one, but his fucking weed seems to be the one obsession that finally made him to become something like Gollum from the Lord of the Rings series.

   Kyle: Well, I’m sure that your dad will get over of the weed stuff eventually. Anyway, have you heard anything from our other friends on their reaction to the news?

   Stan: Only Kenny so far through text messaging on our phones. He wants to all of us to gather together at Stark’s Pond this Saturday and then probably eat out at Chill’s.

   Kyle: That’s sounds exciting! I’m completely free for this Saturday anyway.

   Stan: Me too. I’ll give Kenny the text that you’re in.

   Kyle: Great! *yawns* I gotta get ready for bed now.

   Stan: Same. Until then, see you on Saturday. Good night.

   Kyle: Night.

   After logging out from Skype and then giving Kenny a quick text about their plans on Saturday, Stan got onto his pajamas and heads to bed.

   Stan: So far, only half of my life is back to normal.

   As grateful as Stan was to able to see his friends and going to school in person for the first time since the lockdown began, he still doesn’t full completely happy just yet. While he’ll be continuing to struggle with living at Tegridy Farms and wishing too come back to South Park, the one other thing that he desperately wanted is to be with his old girlfriend again. For a long time now even before the pandemic started, Stan has made serval attempts to get back together with Wendy, but to no avail. Wendy has became more interested in becoming a woman activist, getting people into healthy shape, and is even dating with Bebe. Even though Stan and Wendy are still good friends with each other mainly because of their love for board games and animals, seeing his old girlfriend becoming more and more busy with her life along with learning the news that she’s now in love with Bebe was just enough for Stan to give up on winning her back. As much as Stan is really happy to see Wendy helping out a lot of people, he also seriously misses that fun side from his old girlfriend, and she seems to be no longer that type of person as often then back in their elementary school years. And still from the very moment when he learned that he can’t no longer have Wendy as his girlfriend, his heart remains to be very broken by it.

   Just thinking about on wanting to live back at South Park and being together with Wendy again was enough to break Stan into tears.

   Stan sobbing: I just want my entire life back. I want it all back.

   He continues to cry for a few moments, cheers himself up, and then gets himself some sleep.

   Meanwhile at a home in a town called Peaceful Pines, Lydia Deetz is finishing up packing up her stuff into package boxes as she and her parents are preparing to move out from their home. Her mother comes in to check up on her.

   Delia: Oh Lydia, how’s your packaging coming along?

   Lydia: It’s all set, mother. Did father heard about the news yet as he came home from his last day at work?

   Delia: He was told about it just before he left. He’s relieved that the pandemic is finally over just as much as anyone else on Earth. I’m just very happy that our long road trip to our new home will at least be safe.

   Lydia: Yeah, same. Anyway, I’m pretty exhausted from all the packing and would like to get one last peaceful night here before we move out tomorrow.

   Delia: Sure thing, sweetheart. Sleep well.

   Lydia: You too. See you in the morning.

   Just like with South Park, Peaceful Pines also went through a very long period during its lockdown. Lydia was one of the very few students that didn’t mind online teaching very often during the lockdown because despite of being bummed out on not able to learn in person and not seeing two of her friends at school, there was one thing that the pandemic couldn’t take away from her, and that was spending her quality time with a ghostly best friend name Beetlejuice. Very often everyday even before the pandemic took the world by storm, Lydia teleports herself to a very spooky place call the Netherworld where she and Beetlejuice would do a lot of fun stuff together such as playing a game of slam ball, going on crazy adventures, or even take a nice relaxing drive with their living car name Doomie. There’s also some days where she and Beetlejuice will have some simple fun things at her bedroom like watching horror movies or playing video games. 

   While Lydia was able to get through the pandemic just fine, her parents had a rougher time in comparison. During the the first few months of the pandemic, Charles was working from his home on his computer as he was real estate developer. But by the next spring, his workplace had to layoff some of its employees in order to save money, and Charles was one of those unfortunate employees. He shortly afterwards found a new job at a hardware store. Even though his new job doesn’t earn him as much money as with his old job, it was at least just barely enough to pay the house bills. Delia meanwhile once ran her own small business as a sculptor before the pandemic hit. But by shortly after Christmas, her business went into bankrupt and became unemployed. After filing for unemployment, she was receiving stimulus checks up to at least six hundred dollars every month by the federal government.

   Because of the financial struggles that the Deetz family were dealing with, a decision was made that they must find a new home where the payment bills weren’t as expansive as their current house, and nearby jobs where it’s best suited for them based off from their past experiences. Delia was browsing through the internet when she found a house up for sale in South Park Colorado where its house bills weren’t as nearly expansive as their current home. She also learned that there was a job opening at the town’s middle school for an art teacher that’ll be perfect for her, and a job opening at a nearby local real estate business that’ll be perfect for Charles. After going through the paperworks during the summer, the house was recently bought and the Deetzes have now just finished packing before their long trip ahead of them. They expect to reach their new home during Labor Day weekend just in time for Lydia to get ready for her first day at South Park middle school.

   Earlier today, the Deetzes held a goodbye party at their house for their neighbors and friends along with Beetlejuice crashing into the party in disguise as Betty Juice. For Lydia, saying goodbye to Bertha and Prudence was the hardest thing for her as they were the only friends that she ever had at her old school and she’ll definitely miss them most of all when she leaves Peaceful Pines tomorrow. Lydia’s last words to them was to keep on being themselves, be positive, and to stand tall and brave whenever Claire Brewster bullies them.

   It was now night time, and just as Lydia was getting ready for bed, Beetlejuice pops up onto the screen of her cellphone.

   Beetlejuice: Psst, Babes!

   Lydia picks up her phone.

   Lydia: Hi, Beetlejuice.

   Beetlejuice: Is the coast clear for me to pop up?

   Lydia: All clear, but promise me on not being here for too long as I need to have my last peaceful sleep here before I hit the road tomorrow morning.

   Beetlejuice: *raises his right hand* I swear across on my mother’s heart. Now, say those B words and let’s chit chat.

   Lydia: Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!

   Beetlejuice pops up from the cellphone screen and floats around in the bedroom.

   Beetlejuice: So, Lyds, are you at all nervous on living in a new town?

   Lydia: The only thing that I’m nervous about is if I’ll ever make new friends at my new school. 

   Beetlejuice: Don’t sweat it, Babes. I’m sure that you can at least make a friend or two. And even if you don’t at all, you still got me and my lovable armpits! 

   His stinky armpits hits Lydia’s nose.

   Lydia disgusted: Ugh! Thanks for the reminder.

   Beetlejuice: *chuckles a bit* People remembering my smelly armpits, you know I love it. *does a couple armpit noise*

   Lydia: Anyway, if I ever make a new friend, then I can’t wait to show off that friend my collection of my horror films, photo works, and my studies on bugs.

   Beetlejuice: Just don’t show off the bugs that I plan on eating.

   Lydia: Whatever. And maybe we can even take a trail walk around the natural wonders that South Park has to offer. I’ve always wanted to see a wild elk since I heard they have a large elk population in Colorado, and there’s never any wild sightings of them around here.

   Beetlejuice: *laughs* I wonder why? *smells at himself*

   Lydia: Is there anything that you’re excited to see at South Park, Beetlejuice?

   Beetlejuice: Nah, but I am excited to offer them by saying this quote to sum it up…*impersonate Jack Nicholson*… Wait until they get a load of me.

   Lydia: *laughs* Oh I bet they’ll never see you coming by a mile. *yawns* It’s getting late. I better head to bed. And Beetlejuice, remember what I told you while I’m on the road.

   Beetlejuice: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember. I promise not to check up on you until you’re finally settled into your new home. You have my words.

   Lydia: Thanks, BJ.

   Beetlejuice: Besides, I’m over due to play a new prank on the Monster across the street and his pet mutt. Maybe I’ll get them to reenact that bear scene from The Revenant.

   Lydia: Just as long as you keep yourself busy until I say your name three times, okay?

   Beetlejuice: Will do. See ya!

   Lydia: You too.

   As Beetlejuice disappears back to the Netherworld, Lydia lays into her bed.

   Lydia: *sighs* I hope I’ll make a friend with someone that loves to have fun with life just as much as me. Or even maybe find someone that’ll love me for the way that I am.

   She closes her eyes to get as much sleep as she can before a new chapter into her life can begin.

    In the next chapter, Stan hangs out with his friends, and Lydia moves into her new home.

[okimargarvez]

WHEN THEY FIRST MET- Emily

Original title: When they first met.

Prompt: writing challenge.

Warning: none.

Genre: family, romantic, comedy, friendship.

Characters: all members of BAU team, O.C.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot (collection of individual tales of each member, except for Walker).

Legend: 💑💏���😈👓🔦🎲🎈👻⚰.

Song mentioned: none.

When They First Met- Masterlist

MY OTHER GARVEZ STORIES

*Emily: Fainting and notes*

Penelope was exhausted by the search for this unsub. The worst was that they had to wait for his next move, to get more data to work on. Even the profile was proving a complex undertaking, more than usual. And in the meantime, since the time they arrived in Kentucky, the list of victims had lengthened by three lines. And they had not get blood out of a stone.

The only thing she wanted was to lair in her hotel room and make a nice relaxing bath. Maybe she not seeing those disfigured faces, at least for a few minutes (though she doubted it).

The others had gone to a club, with the same identical purpose, but she, despite Morgan had insisted a lot, had decided that she wouldn't be able to pretend it was a merry evening, so she had stayed at the hotel. But now she regretted her choice. Certainly, the confusion would have been of more help: that silence left her too much space to think, to remember...

So, just before opening the tap on the tub, she called Derek to ask him for the name of the place they were in and warned him that she was coming. The friend was very happy, not as well as she would've liked, but ... patience, she had gotten used to it (almost).

After changing her clothes, she took only ten minutes to reach them. Once entered the first thing she saw was just Morgan, busy dancing with a brunette who looked like a model. Classic. It had been more than a year, but once in a while the wound of Battle was being felt. Right now. it was burning vigorously. None of the team still had noticed her. She had time to turn around and send a message, to say that she had changed her mind again. For a moment that seemed eternal she stayed there, on the threshold, unable to make a decision. In the hotel she would be alone. and here she would have to bear the sight of Derek who was a womanizer... after telling her that thing "You are my God-given solace", there was nothing more. She had deluded herself, and now she was paying the consequences...

Suddenly she knew what to do: she would go to another place, maybe in the old-fashioned bar attached to the hotel, she would order a tea and then she would go to her room. Meanwhile, at least one hour or so would be spent. With the hope that the warm, amber liquid would make her sleep... as she walked she typed the message. The place was less crowded than all 'other. Better this way.

As soon as she had ordered, the cell phone rang. It was Morgan. -Hi.- she tried to maintain a normal tone that wouldn't reveal anything. Although from other end of the line there was a profiler.

-Baby girl, you're okay? Why did you change your mind again?- Penelope wondered if he had to break away from his admirers to make this phone call.

-Yes, well... I'm sleepy, finally, and maybe I'll can sleep.- there wasn't entirely a lie.

-Okay... - he wasn't very convinced, but he finally hung up.

The tea arrived. She sipped it with the utmost calm, but soon had to surrender to the fact that it was over. She stood up, went to the counter and paid. As soon as she turned, her head started to turn, and she was afraid of fainting. Fortunately, a man was coming in (at that moment she could only say he was tall, she would have noticed later the details) which realized what was going to happen and took her practically on the fly. His arms were muscular, and as the sight gradually returned, Penelope noticed that the facial features weren't bad either. Latin traits, dark hair, barely mentioned beard. He had to be about thirty years, very close to her age, maybe slightly older.

-Hey, are you okay?- even his voice was inebriating, vigorous and powerful as that of.... Derek. She didn't want to think about him and shook her head, to chase away the thought, but she gave a wrong signal to his rescuer. The forehead of the man frowned, charging himself with wrinkles of worry -Do you need a doctor? Should I take you to the hospital?- she finally recovered enough to stand on her own.

-No, no. I'm fine. Really.- she forced a smile. -I was just got dizzy, nothing serious.- he did not appear persuaded by her words. -Seriously, I'm fine. Anyway... thank you.- she was blushing and for the first time her eyes had met those of the man. They were dark just like the hair, but lively, smart and very attentive to what was in front of him.

-It was my pleasure.- he smiled, a real smile, not fake, and became even more beautiful. She had always been that kind of person who falls in love (so to speak) of a stranger seen at the supermarket. The kind of person that from a look builds a life together, marriage, children and sharing graves. But it was a bit 'of time that this not happened... because only one man was constantly in her thoughts, and it was anything but a fantasy. Penelope's face frowned suddenly and the stranger seemed to notice. -Are you really sure you're okay?- she needed to get rid of him before she started imagining him kneeling at her feet. -Look, I can take you to an emergency room, if you need.- probably afraid she might think badly, he hastened to add -I'm a ranger, you can trust me. I can show you the badge...- he said the last sentence with a mischievous look that made again flushed her cheeks (like a schoolgirl on her first experiences with the opposite sex) and simultaneously made her feel a thousand shivers down the spine. As she didn't reply, he took the document out of his pocket and showed it to her. Penelope focused on a one thing: Luke Alvez. She tried to imagine what the name would look like on her lips. -Now you're ahead.- he smiled again.

-Penelope...- she answered. -Penelope Garcia.- he seemed surprised.

-Eres una chica latina?- he asked in Spanish. Then she understood his reaction: the surname had convinced him that she had Latin American origins. Even Morgan... she thought, stopping before she concluded. No, she didn't want to think about him.

-No!- she laughed as she realized that were at least ten minutes they were standing near the exit of the bar. -It's the name of my stepfather.- she explained.

-Ah! It seemed strange, a blonde like you... must be Scandinavian.- he pronounced in special way especially the word "blonde" and for a moment it seemed to Penelope he was flirting with her. But then she pushed that thought away. Such an attractive man certainly couldn't care for someone like her. There were laws in the universe.

-Well, my grandparents came from Norway many years ago... - it was something that she had never really said to anyone, not even to her colleagues. Because nobody had never asked her. Luke instead (she realized that it was the first time she thought him with his name and this made him more concrete, real) seemed very interested.

-Norway ... - he pronounced as if it were an alien or magical country. -You're certain to get better?- if she could answer what she really think... Since I started talking to you, I feel much, much, much better... -The offer still stands.- he smiled, but this time his face became extremely sweet.

-I'm sure!- she exclaimed with an embarrassed giggle. -And anyway, I have to walk only a few meters...- they finally started and left the room. He held the door open to let her pass first. He was also gallant... No, Garcia, don't do one of your mess...

-Do you have a room here in the hotel?- if these questions had been asked by someone else, surely she wouldn't have reacted like she did. It would have seemed intrusive and inappropriate. Instead, it seemed like she and Luke had known each other for a long time. She merely nodded. -Me too.- then a silence embarrassed. He passed his hand behind his head, in a typical male gesture of uncertainty. Penelope wondered about the reason for this action. -Anyway, you haven't told me what do you do... I'm always at a disadvantage.- again that smile and it was already so much that her remained all in one piece.

-I'm an IT technician .- she asked herself whether to add the fact of working for the Feds, then she opted to omit this part. She didn't want to have to talk about what she was forced to see, hear, find out... For one night she wanted to forget about being Garcia, and this frightened her because she had a flash forward of how the evening would end.

-Well, you have the nerd face... - he teased her, probably referring to her glasses. -What room are you in?- another information that she wouldn't have to give an almost unknown. But prudence had now gone to the hell. And then, in his badge she had seen that unmistakable logo: flag with laurel wreath, surrounded by a circle of stars. FBI. So, they were part of the same big family.

-42.- she replied as she followed him to the elevators. She was surprised to be disappointed, she would have preferred the stairs because... it would have prolonged the time that she would have remained with him. The doors opened, and they went on board. The trip was very short, as expected, but the small space forced them to stay very close. Not that they had been so far, since she had practically fainted in his arms.

-Seriously? Mine is 39!- it was just the one in front of her. But then, just a moment before they got to their floor, Luke changed his expression. He seemed almost frowning. -Yesterday afternoon I thought I saw a man, entering in that room with a suitcase... - surprising herself, Penelope realized that he believed that which he had saw, or Morgan, was her boyfriend, or worse, husband. She almost laughed so she didn't cry. Ironically. They stood outside the elevator, rather than heading for the corridor.

-Yes, he's my colleague. Yesterday we came back very late, especially me... he left the luggage here and then he joined us... - the smile reappeared on that charming face, but the eyebrows remained arched.

- the 'indiscretion but ... what kind of computer technician are you? - that is, the moment of truth had arrived. Afterwards she would no longer be just Penelope, the blonde who was about to lose consciousness in the bar. She sighed.

-I work for Behavioral Analysis Unit of FBI.- Luke's answer was a whistle, after which comically covered his mouth, realizing of what time was it. Anyway, no one came to complain.

-However! You're also a Federal, so... - the subtext was "I never would have thought it", but Garcia didn't displease. For how much she loved her job... she also wanted to be something else. -You here for the case of the strangler?- she replied to his question with a mock expression of surprise and indignation, which tore a genuine laugh from him.

-I can't talk about it. You know how it is, it's an ongoing investigation... - she made him a wink and she seemed to see him getting closer, tilt his head slightly downward, toward her...

-Come on! We are practically colleagues.- ok, this time she had no doubts. This expression was mischievous, and the tone was to flirt. She looked up and found herself staring at his inviting lips. She had to hold on hard so as not to fill the few centimeters that distanced them. Luke seemed read her thoughts, because he lowered himself even more (and Penelope realized how much he was extremely taller than she) and seemed to give her a few seconds to decide whether to pull back. Seeing that she didn't move, finally, he accomplished what they both wanted.

In the exact moment when the mouth of man touched hers, Penelope felt so good. A second later, a faint sense of guilt began to make its way into her chest. A week ago, she had broken up with Kevin. It wasn't the first time. They on again, off again continuously, it seemed almost a game. But usually they only spent a few days real separated. And she never knew anyone or felt desire for another man while they were in this sort of limbo. Apart from Derek, but he was truly a case in itself.

Yet she realized that no kiss with Kevin had ever been comparable to this. In Luke there were various layers. She had been able to grasp that sweet, caring, worried, gallant, joking and mischievous. But now she experimented with an unedited one. Soon his tongue had asked permission and she had given it to him, sensing that it would be only the first of many, this evening. But her colleagues were definitely going back. She managed to launch a gaze at the clock. It was very late. The hands of the man moved from head to shoulders, then on the ribs and finally on the hips. But they didn't stay still. They resumed their run and, so they went up and down, in every direction, and she felt herself shiver and enveloped by this muffled and soft cloud, outside the evil world in which she was forced to live. She noticed that they had barely begun to walk (she walked backwards) and later, wasn't able to reconstruct how they arrived in a room. Hers. But somehow, they had to made it. And he must have even managed to get her keys... who knows how.

She recovered from the trance lying on her bed, that had seemed too small for a single person the night before... and she was right. He didn't have never let her go and now the hands of Luke fumbled with her bra; he succeeded in the undertaking and for a moment he made it dance before her eyes, as if it were a sort of trophy, then threw it to the side. At an external sight it might have seemed like a hungry encounter, between a dominant man and a woman who had let herself be overwhelmed... but Penelope sensed the seriousness of that moment torn from the grayness of everyday life, the sweetness in some small gestures, how to fix a few strands of hair, slight strokes on her face.

It was the most overwhelming experience she had ever experienced. She had never been a woman one-night stand. She never liked the idea of becoming one. Because this would make her feel vulnerable and stupid, guilt and remorse a part. Yet she didn't feel any of this when she woke up. Not even when she realized that Luke was no longer at her side, while he was there still around four-thirty in the morning, when she woke to drink a glass of water. In that moment the arm of the man was around her life and his expression happy and satisfied.

She immediately noticed the note. It seemed to her that she ended up in a classic Hollywood movie.

Penelope, no banality, yesterday was wonderful. Not just that. I'm serious. Unfortunately, I have to go to Libya. I already knew I should have to leave it and maybe if I had been less selfish, I wouldn't have done what I did. But I haven't regretted it at all.

You're a special lady and I knew this from the moment I saw you stumble into the bar.

I'll be gone for six months. On my return, provided that you haven't found someone you like better, I'll ask you the honor to have a date with you.

I leave my number

Hold on,

Luke

Who knows why, she never had called him. But she had preserved the note and still had it.

**

After the reading, everybody remains silent for a moment. Prentiss feels very embarrassed and is ashamed for what she wrote. Such a passionate and romantic thing... doesn't seem to be from her.

-Congratulations, Emily, thank goodness you were worried!- Rossi gives her a light pat on the shoulder, proud of her as a father.

-Yeah! To write something like that... you must have at least some suspicion... - JJ does the classic conspiratorial expression. The brunette shrugs.

-Well, when I came here I noticed immediately that there was... a certain electricity between them. She liked to provoke him, but neither was he. Then over time I have to admit that I noticed some glances, in short: Luke constantly stares at her, especially while she is exposing a case... but I tried to pretend not to know, because with Morgan nothing happened... - another moment of silence.

-Let's move on?- Stephen says.

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