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Rigby and baby...Eileen 2 Mordecai and CJ came back from the store with the baby supplies. They bought the most important things: clothes that will fit Eileen properly, 3 baby bottles, soft blankets, powdered infant milk, baby food jars, diapers, hair acesories a couple of toys, a carseat, and a small stroller. Thankfully, there was no need to buy a crib or high chair since Pops had old ones up in the attic from his infantil days.
CJ handed Rigby a list and informed him what he needed to do. "... and if you need anything, we're one phone call away," CJ concluded as she headed out the door with Mordecai on their way to their date.
"Hurry back... please," Rigby watched them out the window as they got into the cart and drove off. "Now what?" Rigby returned to the sofa where Eileen was sitting, feeling akward. "Whats wrong?" Rigby asked her as he was about to pick her up but she refused. But when he finally picked her up, he quickly regreted it. He looked down at the sofa, and saw a wet puddle.
Rigby and baby...Eileen? They haven't heard from Eileen the whole day. That night Mordecai, Rigby, CJ, and Eileen had planned to eat out. CJ tried to communicate with her but she never responded to the calls and text messasges sent to her. 'Maybe she's sick,' they all thought. Worried, the tree-o decided to swing by Eileen's apartment, to make sure she's alright.
"Eileen, open up, I know you're in there!" Shouted Rigby, knocking the door heavily.
"Chill dude," Mordecai grabbed Rigby's fist.
"Where could she be? She knows this night was already planned," Rigby said, sounding upset, though deep down, he was really worried.
"Hey the door's open," CJ easily turned the knob to the door.
They all stepped inside turning on the lights, searching for any sign of Eileen. Everyone one split up to different rooms. Rigby checked all over Eileen's room and was about to give up when he saw a small lump moving under Eileen's blanket. 'What the heck is that?!' Rigby thought as he slowly, causi
Random RS storiesWorried: This took place back when Mr. Maellard was young and his wife was pregnant with Pops.
Maellard sat quietly in his office. He had been doing a lot of thinking. His first child is about to be born soon and he still felt unprepared for fatherhood. He then snapped back into reality when Skips came in the room.
"Skips? Do you think I'll be a good father," Maellard asked him.
"Of course you will. Why would you think otherwise." Skips said.
"I just feel unsure... what if he or she doesn't like me?"
"You'll do just fine," Skips comforted. "You're very generous, kind... need I say more?"
"Thanks, Skips," Maellard smiled. After Skips returned to his workshop, Maellard took a peek at the baby's room. Everything was settled in place, ready for the baby's arrival. A month later, baby Pops was born, the Maellard's pride and joy.
Mordecai, CJ, Rigby and Eileen decided to go camping for the weekend, to enjoy the last summer breeze before fall comes. They all had their camp set up. Th
Pops and Becca friendship 2 Anger
"Calm down Pops, I'm sure she'll be back soon," Mordecai told a very worried Pops.
"Yea, you know Becca, she always hangs out with her friends on Saturday nights," Rigby reminded trying to comfort Pops.
Pops looked at the clock on his night stand. It read "1:24." Pops was worried. Becca would usually call if she were to make it home late or if she were to sleep over her friends house.
"Yes I know, but Becca always calls me and she hasn't. I have called over five times and she does not answer the phone," Pops said now growing nervous. They stopped talking and perked up when the heard the door open and close.
"I'm home!" Becca shouted cheerfully.
Pops ran down as fast as he could; Mordecai and Rigby followed. When they made it downstairs, Rigby was the first to speak.
"Hey Becca, hows your night?"
"It was fun! We went to the movies first then we went to eat at Applebees..."
"And why did you come home this late?" Pops interupted. Hearing the d
Pops and Becca friendship 1 Stars
It was a beautiful chilly Friday night. All the employees were in the house playing video games, eating and talking and having fun. Even Benson was there enjoying a game of cards with Skips, Pops, and Becca.
"Hey, I'll be back, I'm gonna get some more soda," Becca excused herself as she stood up and went to the kitchen. As she grabbed a cold soda can from the fridge, something out the window caught her eye. She looked down at her arm at the bright white light glowing on her skin. Looking up at the window she realized it was the light of the moon. Even the stars were out shining like glitter.
As Becca continued to stare out the window it slowly brought back memories from her childhood. She would remember on some summer Friday nights, her father and her sister would go out camping and they would lie down on the ground watching the stars above them. They would trace pictures among the stars and even make wishes.
Becca sighed, half sadly and decided to get some fresh air
(Request) Sick Becca It was a rainy chilly day at the park. Every one was accomplishing their assigned tasks, dying to finish so that they can go to their respective homes and call it a day. At first the grounds keepers tried to convince Benson to cancel work but he refused, he wanted the work done and that was final.
That morning, Becca Luna did't feel like her normal, cheerful self. She felt awful; her throat was sore, her head was aching, her stomach felt a bit queasy, and mostly felt drowsy. Becca tried shaking it off, making sure nobody noticed. She didn't want to be put to bed all day. She liked getting the work done.
Luckly Becca was assigned to work inside the house, to tidy up the house and keep everything in order. While no one watched, she would take mini breaks after cleaning up each room. She would sit on the bed or couch and rest her head on her hands until she hears foot steps near the room and she gets back to work.
When it was finally her lunch break, Becca was s
Regressed Pops: Anything for youRegressed Pops: "Anything for you"
"Oh dear...." Pops gasped as he looked down at himself. Noticing that he was strangely shorter than usual. Scared, he walked into his bedroom bathroom and climbed on top of the toilet seat to take a look at himself in the mirror. Pops was shocked at his reflection. It didn't look like him at all, his relfection was none other than a 5 year old version of himself.
Pops looked down at bottle in his hands known as "Baby oil." He had found it on the park ground which he picked up and tried to look for its owner who he never found. So Pops kept it and decided to try some on.
"What did you guys do this time?" Benson asked Mordecai and Rigby, getting upset over something they finally did not do. All the grounds keeper employees were sitting at their usual meeting place at the stairs in front of the house. They all stared at a 5 year old Pops chasing a butterfly, cheerfully. When
Pops is sick 11
"Hahaha!" Pops laughed joyfully as he chased after a butterfly with a jar in hand. When the butterfly finally landed, Pops slowly and quietly sneaked upon it as he was about to catch it. But sadly, it flew away.
"Awww," Pops sadly whispered, watching the butterfly fly away freely. He felt like chasing after another butterfly but he suddenly felt too tired to do so; as if all the energy drained out of his body.
"Maybe I'll settle down and doodle..." Pops told himself and agreed that settling down to draw was a better idea.
With a sketch book and pencil in hand and a cold glass of lemonade on the side, Pops settled himself comfortably on the ground in the park's garden and started sketching the first thing his eye caught. Flowers, roses, butterflies, etc. It was the end of the summer and the cool breeze was just enough to tell that autumn is close by. Pops took a sip of his lemonade. After swallowing, Pops realized that his throat was dried and it hurt.
"Must be the lemonade
PopsxBecca: Nice and Easy
Nice and Easy:
Pops and Becca were enjoying a late afternoon driving through the woods. It was a great place to be, not only to clear their minds, but to get away from every annoying creature at the park which makes it hard for them to hang out in peace. They stood there for a while until it started getting too dark to see.
"Come, we must go home for dinner now," Pops told Becca as they dismounted the tree they were on. Pops got down and helped Becca down. They got in the car and started driving home.
"I had such a great time. I would love to drive here one day when I'm stressed out..." Becca said looking out the car window.
"Well, you can borrow my car anytime or the golf cart. You have my permission to use them." Pops advised Becca.
"I wish... but I can't drive..."
"You don't? You should've told me before, I would've taught you."
"But nothing," Pops interupted her. He pulled his car into the house's garage. He turned off the car and turned to Becca. "If you need anythin
.: Reader x Sollux: Hack Wars (Masterpost) :."Must...
You muttered to yourself as you sat up in bed, groggily. Your hair was ruffled and you could personally care less.Though the fact was true, there was one thing you did care about. What day of week it was. You had a natural setting in your mind to wake yourself up around when you set your alarm clock to go off. Wait- your alarm clock didn't go off. What time was it? 7:05 A.M, February 25th, 2013. School canceled due to unexpected snow storm. Your digital calendar read.
You stood up and yawned, a small smile stretching across your face. No school today. Sweet. Just to be sure, you peeked out your window and surely enough, snow was everywhere. You hope your cat is okay...Yeah, you let her in last night. With another yawn, you shuffled over to your laptop and cracked it open.
Password wrong; attempts until auto-shutdown: 2
You stared at your screen; it took you a good five seconds to realize what
Bite Sized: Hoodies are Chub Incubators
Karen dropped her backpack down with a mighty TWACK, not worried about it's heavy contents. Those books were sturdy. Unlike her legs, which felt like they'd give out any minute, shaking like jelly. A little too literal of a simile for Karen's taste as well.
More than a feeling, her thighs wobbled, shook, and pressed up together like gallons of pudding in a denim sack. Even her calves were several pints too full as well.
Panting heavily, Karen stumbled over to her bed and flopped on it, assaulting the springs in her mattress making them rebel for a few seconds. She groaned, facedown in her bed, short blonde hair splaying about her head, bangs slightly sweaty.
Using the stairs to get up to her dorm was supposed to help her trim up a bit. But if she tried that again she'd effing die. What was the point?
Adjusting her position, trying to spread out her legs for a stretch, Karen received a breeze up her back quite suddenly. Reluctantly, she slowly rotated her head to look into the mirror on
Ben Tennyson VS Avatar Korra The Battle
Kra: “The scenario has been made, the fighters are set, and it’s time to see which gritty kids show hero is more powerful."
Natalia: “It’s time to settle this debate once and for all. Avatar VS Omnitrix. Aliens VS Elements.”
Both: “It’s time for a Death Battle!”
Kra: “And remember folks; you can only watch this, ONLINE!”
Natalia: “Was that a shot at Nickelodeon? Kra, I’m proud of you!”
Republic City, Pro-Bending Arena
High above the churning crowds, an airship’s loudspeakers echoed an orchestra of brass music that carried throughout the arena.
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble: War
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelcoooooooooooooooooooooooooome back Spectators! I’m your very own Pro-bending host, Shiro Shinobi, with continued coverage of the Nick VS CN contest of champions!”
The Dance Team pt. 3The next morning, Marisa woke up first, and she didn't waste any time before she began planning. She was good with plans, she always had been, and the one in her head was one of her best yet.
She buzzed around the apartment, trying to be quiet, stepping as lightly as her 280 pound body could manage, setting things in place, making phone calls, knowing full well it might all be for nothing. Gwen was crucial to all this, and when she woke up, Marisa asked immediately, hoping for a specific answer, "You still up for it?"
Gwen sat quiet for a second, and Marisa's anxiety rose, but when she answered, it was with a submissive shrug and an unenthused, "Yeah, what the hell, let's do it."
Marisa held her excitement to a slight grin, "Breakfast?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Marisa half-laughed, "Kinda, a little, yeah. Breakfast means heading out, and you, uh, don't look ready."
Gwen looked down at herself, and saw a mess. She looked a slob, staring down at the soft, exposed mass of her once-fit f
England x reader : KingI do not own hetalia or you~
The song is King by Lauren Aquilina
16 years old
I sat quietly right outside England's bedroom. I could hear him quietly crying. I felt my heart ache knowing that he still missed America. I know I'm not a strong nation like America...but I'm trying...I'm the nation of (c/n). I sighed and looked at the guitar next to me. I had written the song for England...hoping it would make him feel better. I stood and took a deep breath and stood. I left my guitar in the hallway and pushed open the door. England was sitting with his back to the door looking out the window. "England..." I said softly looking at his blonde messy hair. "(C/n)....come here love." He said. His voice cracked ever so slightly. I walked over and sat next to him. "You know...i never thought he would leave me...but he did...and now that I have you...all I'm expecting is for you do leave me." I looked at the side of his face. I watched a tear roll down it. "England..." I whispered. I lo
New School New You TG
Rin hated this idea. The idea of a move, a move between countries at that. His parents were after all Japanese, but that didn't mean he had to move there. He would lose his friends, his life, and hell even his school! That's how much he hated the idea. But despite his protests his parents did not oblige, they just brushed him off and told him to pack for the flight.
Inside his room, Rin stuffed his clothes, chargers for electronics, and other "personal" items as he huffed to himself, "Why must they decide my life for me!" His eyes shot to the door as footsteps grew louder. He zipped the suitcase and his dad appeared in the doorway, "Hey son." He said plainly.
"Hey Dad." Rin's eyes looked away and back to the suitcase as his medium length black hair whipped into his eyesight. Rin was 15, a sophomore in high school, he had a athletic build despite his heritage from japan. He was 6'0 and weighed 189 lbs. Yet he didn't like to run nor play soccer, in fact he was
Wait till the Bass Drops! TG
Kazuto loved dub step, no he adored dub step from the snares to the chilling base drop just gave him the feels. After all who can't resist Skrillex, Knife Party, Waterflame, and Flux. Dub step was so amazing to Kazuto that he shared it everywhere, from social network to just showing his friends and soon all the boys in his school were listening to the form of electronic music. Whenever a new album or EP came out the boys would rush to iTunes or GooglePlay to buy it or even preorder the EP.
Kazuto sat at the stairs of the library at his school watching the boys share earbuds and headphones, when a smile crossed his 14 year old face. Kazuto was 5'9, average muscle for his age, light brown hair around medium-short length just enough that it hung off his head and swayed in the wind, he had bright aqua eyes, and an athletic build to him. He liked to play soccer at break and lunch, but more or less listened to dub step with his friends.
So he smiled as
TG Caption This: Magic Mirror
It had been a year since I had seen her, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from closing the distance at a run and embracing her. My sister, Kirsten, tried to do the same; except that she was wearing the most absurd costume I had ever seen and probably would have fallen on her face if she had tried. I didn’t care that there were other people watching, I didn’t care about how stupid we would look.
Like a fluffy little ferret or a little dog, Kirsten was mostly fluff and little else, and I scooped her up without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shirt, sniveling. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother!” My sister was eleven, a full seven years younger than I was, and our close friendship would probably have seemed improbable or even bizarre to anyone who didn’t know what had created it.
“I’ve missed you too, Kir,” I said, like the beginning of the word “iridium” with a “k
[Human!HungaryX Dead!ReaderX Human!Prussia] Reboot
A room the darkness has come to love.
A witch so hauntingly then appears.
She greets me only to turn then say goodbye.
The time the seasons began to freeze.
The days that never pass would pile up as snow.
I think about it all of the time.
The sun shone brightly on (town/city name), with hardly a single cloud in the sky. You were content with happily enjoying some ice cream with your friends Elizaveta and Gilbert. They often teased each other and you would sit back and watch, often video taping it on your cellphone. The happy days of summer vacation. You never wanted it to end!
You all did what you normally did- played pranks on neighbors and strangers, annoyed Roderich a little, and somehow even convinced your parents to let you spend the night at Elizaveta's (though, you didn't tell them Gilbert was coming, but that's just a minor detail~). That night, you all talked and laughed and played games in the dark.
"Hey, guys!" You got their attention, snapping your fingers in the mi
Benzzy contest- Jealousy It was finally that dat day. That special day Benson really doesn't look forward to once every year. His birthday. However, since he had met Mizzy and Liuuy he now has a new and positve perspective in life. Benson didn't really care much for parties and presents, all he wanted for his birthday was to spend some time with Mizzy and enjoy his special day with her.
That morning, Benson was working in his office untill their usual daily meeting started at 9am. He was also busy thinking about how he would enjoy his birthday to the fullest with Mizzy. He suddenly snapped back into reality when he heard foot steps coming down the hall.
Expecting to be greeted through the door, it was Mizzy and Liuuy who passed by as if they were rushing to an important place. Puzzled, Benson hurried to catch up with them. As they were about to exit the front door, Benson stopped them just in time.
"Hey, where're you guys rushing to?" He asked.
"Hey, Benson. We umm... gonna get
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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