Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Marian5390]

Thank you so much! <3
I hope you have a great time at your dad's ^^
I'm glad you liked my story so much, it was really hard to write this because it was a little emotional for me and I'm not good with expressing my feelings xD

Your efforts certainly paid off. ^o^

*re-reads my last post* GAH!! D: I forgot to write "even more"! Now it looks like I didn't even want to visit my dad until I read your story!! TT_TT *fixes post* I probably looked like someone who didn't love my dad to anyone who read my post pre-edit. ._.

[spaceferrari]

The Ashamed Little Girl______The Guilty Father

I just wanted to do something new.. you don't see much stories about fathers and daughters.
Especially ones where the father is in jail because of the daughter!

It isn't the only reason I did this, though.
A lot of people don't realize how lucky they are to have their parents.
I, for one, love my father to bits, and I know I would forgive him for anything, even if it was for an unspeakable crime.
He's my idol, my friend, my mentor, my role model..
He's my everything ^^
Yup, I'm a real daddy's girl

Try listening to ' A thousand years ' by Christina Perri while reading this. I kinda nearly cried.. xD

Hope you enjoy <3

I rarely comment on stories, but I must say, this one is fantastic.

[mawsoleum]

Koiyote x||x Dakota

I'm just a nerd.
I love anime, Japan, animals, and sitting at home either reading, drawing, playing Pokemon, or being on the computer.
I love rainy days, they inspire me.
I'm not the prettiest.
I'm certainly not the most popular, since I'm rather quiet.
I like to sit around and write creatively, and hope that one day my works will become famous.
I like to dream about...just stuff in general.

And then there's you.

Not a nerd at all.
Okay, maybe a little. But we're all nerds for something.
You love soccer, basketball, watching TV, hanging out with your friends, and joking around.
You like dry days so you can play sports.
You're considered one of the most handsome.
You're popular and a social butterfly, along with polite.
You're competitive and like to be on top, though you can admit defeat.
You have a solid plan in life.

So when I heard you say my name one day, when you thought I wasn't there, my heart flew away.
That's when my dreams ended, because I got what I wanted.

_______

idk.

[iHolli]

The Ashamed Little Girl______The Guilty Father

Butterflies filled the girl's stomach as she waited outside the prison, its grey walls bleak, even to her. Her heart ached as she took a step forward, only to be pulled back by her mother. Glancing up, the small girl's sad blue eyes met her mother's gaze, the woman's own eyes filled with contempt and accusation.

Shame filled the little girl's heart as it squeezed and tightened, causing a painful ache to expand through her chest.

Guilt.. Sadness.. Depression.. It all suddenly slammed into her, as it had been for the past 9 months ever since that dreaded night. She could already feel the prickle of her eyes as tears tried to slip past her stormy blue gems. They twinkled, tried to let loose all the pain and hurt. But she wouldn't let them. She wouldn't let herself cry, not in front of her own mother.

Holding back a whimper, she waited, her eyes looking over the large prison with anticipation.. and fear.

She couldn't help but be reminded of who was in that prison.. and why.

"When will he be out?" The girl asked her mother, trying not to meet her hate filled eyes as they drilled into her face, just piling onto the guilt.

"Any minute now." Growled the woman, her nose scrunching into a menacing sneer.

The small girl's throat tightened into an agonizing knot, her teeth clenching as it got harder and harder to breathe.

Anytime now.. What will he think.. Is he okay.. Will he even come.. These words swam through her guilt riddled mind, pain starting to break through her walls.

The suspense was starting to get to her, and she once again tried getting closer to the gates. Fortunately, her mother didn't stop her this time. This led her siblings to follow her, eager to finally see..

A dark figure emerged from the door of the building, 2 policemen accompanying it. They stood tall and proud, while the man slumped over, reluctant to look their way.

"Dad!"

"Look, Mum! Dad's here! See!"

Her brother and sister bellowed with glee, rushing to the gate as tears easily slid down their cheeks.

The butterflies in her stomach suddenly turned into hornets, buzzing around her belly until she started to feel sick with sadness.

Suddenly, the small girl's mind filled with the terrible nightmare of that one night.. When her father had been taken away by these men in blue, taken to this horrid prison as punishment for a speed chase, and domestic abuse..

All because of her.

She had called the police on him, as stupid as it was. She had called the law to sweep him away, when he had tried to hide and maybe even escape them. He had wanted to start a new life, in Victoria. He had worked so hard to keep them all together, to try and keep them happy. Yet the girl had gotten scared, afraid that they would all be caught and she would lose both her parents. All because her mother had been harboring a criminal.

Her mother had disowned her. Not legally, but the agony of it was all the same. Her siblings had hated her, teased her and stepped on her, even though she had been the eldest. It had left her in a deep depression for months.. she had even thought of running away, but she could never muster enough courage to do it. But instead, she had locked herself in her room, getting away from life with books and drawings.. they didn't matter now.

"Yes, I see him! Shush!" The woman hushed her children as she usually did, like a wolf warning off weaker canines.

Suddenly, the gate slid to the side, and her father was in front of her, towering over her as if he were the most important man in the world.

And in a way.. he was. To her.

Her role model, her father, her friend, her guardian, her protector, her mentor.. He was her world, and the sudden agony of what she had done hit her. Hard.

How could she have done that to him!?

A small whine left the brown haired girl as her siblings rushed into his arms, crying his name and weeping with happiness. Her mother quickly darted to him wrapping her arms around his neck with all the love a wife would show for her beloved husband, leaving the little girl to stand there on her own, unsure of how to react, how he would react.

She looked awkward, just standing there and watching them all embrace. But she waited, the image of her in that small group of loved ones causing another whimper of longing to leave her. But she was just a stupid little child, as her mother had pointed out so many times before. Unloved, useless, unworthy. She felt like an outcast, even in her own family.

As the family parted to give each other loving smiles, the man looked to his little girl.

Instead of sneering, or snarling, or just ignoring her like she expected.. he opened his arms.

Tears burst forth from the girls stormy blue eyes as she rushed forward, slamming into her father's sturdy body like a small girl would seeking protection. She felt everything just spill from her. All the pain an agony, all the shame and guilt. It was just too much.

For the first time in a very long time.. the girl cried. She sobbed into her father's silken white shirt, quiet at first, but soon she was hiccuping and sputtering, clutching onto her dad for dear life. She could feel all her tears soaking into his shirt, like all her hurt was being absorbed by him.

And it was, because suddenly he was crying too.

"Dad! Oh, dad I missed you so much!" The tiny girl cried, gritting her teeth as she tried to calm her hiccups. But it only worsened her crying as she was suddenly shuddering, her body wracked with each sob.

The man hung onto his sorrowful daughter, falling to his knees as he tried to beg for forgiveness. But all he could do was choke out an emotional apology. Over and over.

"I'm so sorry! I-I'm so so sorry" He whispered, resting her hand on her head as he let her cry into him, uncaring to the ocean of her tears that seeped through his shirt. He just held on, desperately hoping she would forgive him. Everything he had done.. he regretted so deeply, he would have done anything, anything, to make her forgive him.

But instead of becoming distant, as she usually did when things started to get too emotional, she just nodded into his shoulder, her small hands tightening against his neck and she stayed silent.

But the silence was all he needed. She did forgive him, and in that forgiveness was understanding.

Pulling away, the small girl looked up into her father's eyes, as blue as her own. Similar eyes met, suddenly her lips bloomed into a smile.

And with that smile, the man's own smile found it's way to his mouth. And it was as genuine as his love for his eldest daughter.

His angel.
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I just wanted to do something new.. you don't see much stories about fathers and daughters.
Especially ones where the father is in jail because of the daughter!

It isn't the only reason I did this, though.
A lot of people don't realize how lucky they are to have their parents.
I, for one, love my father to bits, and I know I would forgive him for anything, even if it was for an unspeakable crime.
He's my idol, my friend, my mentor, my role model..
He's my everything ^^
Yup, I'm a real daddy's girl

Try listening to ' A thousand years ' by Christina Perri while reading this. I kinda nearly cried.. xD

Hope you enjoy <3

{D': Great story <3 I love my dad, even if he can be really annoying... he watches Batman with me ~yes I'm a girl and I watch Batman xD}
{But yes. Great story. Epic story. Ish awesome, leave it at that <3 I love it!}

{---}

{Now then, for a pair I'm attached to:}
|x|
Beanie |x| Tomboy
{Moar?}

.Holli.

[Zeee]

the little boy xx the butterfly

you landed on my finger
and i was overwhelmed with surprise
it's your love that i linger
you comforted me to your best ability
now all i have is stability

you landed on my finger
and i was overwhelmed with surprise
it's your love that i linger...

[ story? ]

[Luna~tic]

I dunno. . . .random pair. . . .

Pet's name: Ally ♥♥♥Pet's name: Riff♥♥♥

[micah]

This didn't really come out as I wanted it to...?
____

And there it was, right in the pupil of her eye, a faint break of heart. A shattering of moral.
The death of her confidence, of her colored eyes, of her sweet demeanor.
All so swift; now she stood, lungs pumping air, heart pumping blood, but brain pumping no thoughts.
She could not think.

That was her everything.
All in one note, all summed up, all by the man she loved, the man who left.
"I'm a time traveler," it said. "and I shouldn't have gotten involved with you. But I let myself slip up and love just this once. And I'm sorry. Forgive me.
Forgive me for breaking you.
I'm never coming back, Adelaide, for your sake."
She wasn't anywhere near it, but she could recite the words in her head as if he spoke them freshly to her. Without tears in his voice, too, that's how he would've said it. Clear and concise. Adelaide really out to have more faith in him than that.
The tears he had left on the paper were long dried, but hers had just begun to erode it.

Chills racked her body. They escaped through her mouth in hollow, hollow, hollow screams. Her fingers scraped the pavement.
No one was out in the quaint town this late, but someone was sure to hear her sobs, her cries; her smashing of the clocks with a bat. She hated clocks. She hated time. All of it. Every tick in her ear was a battle cry, the clock screaming to take it on, the little ticking fingers were slits of eyes in against the white palette.
They bore into her thoughts, those clocks did, evil little things.

No one, not even he, knew how much he meant to her.
She could never let on that she was so weak, so dependent on someone who was bound to leave anyways. Yet, even on the nights where he stayed just a room above, she sobbed for the day he would leave. Adelaide would never be able to voice how much he meant to her.
But every breath she breathed was for him, every tear she weept was for him, every spec of blood she bled was for him. Her heart sped up for him, her eyes blinked for him, they kept their color, their blue, blue sky, blue nights, blue times, blue.
She didn't much like the color blue anymore.
But she loved gold. Gold. The color of his eyes, gold; the color of her future self, he said, all wrapped up, all famous, a golden statue in the park. For what she'd be bestowed with such honor he didn't say.
Adelaide ceased to continue everything but breathe and cry when he left. No one knew why. Only a few had met him. They didn't know where he was and they didn't ask. They didn't know if he hurt her, or if he perished, or if he simply left; they didn't know if she was weeping for him or for some other being, but they knew it was never to stop.

One night, the sobbing stopped. Everyone got a good rest.
The sobbing was never to ring again.
Adelaide found purpose.
Adelaide was building her own time machine. She was going to find him. She was going to do everything in her power to feel his cool touch once more. She was going to enlist the help of clocks- no, she was going to deceive the clocks, and with glee.
_________________
Many years.
Many years it took her.
But she did it, now it worked, she could travel through time.
May 2nd, 2012, she repeated in her mind. That was the day she did it. It had all been leading up to this.
She only faced one last problem, and that was finding him; she would spend all of her days searching, though, if she had to. The first day she went to was May 2nd, 2015. He had always said that it would forever remain his favorite day.
She had been spending her time staring at the large golden statue of herself. It was very shiny. She couldn't think of anything else. It hurt. He was right.
"Adelaide Taylor"
She blinked away tears.
"Time Traveler"
She crumpled to the ground. She finally understood why he left her; why he left her to smash the clocks, and scratch the pavement until her nails bled, and cry until she collapsed from exhaustion, and scream and bellow and yell.
He had to have gone for her to invent time traveling out of desperation, out of love; he couldn't have come to her if she didn't, for he didn't invent it, she did. A loop. A deafening loop.

But what was she to do now? Continue searching for him for the rest of her days?
Oh, no, no; he had already found her. May 2nd, 2015, his favorite day, the day he found Adelaide for the first time.

[thricewire]

x

"glowstick" Jessica xx another one, also known as Brandon.

"Yes, I understand," I called out to the phone. "I'll make this as powerful as possible." I looked up at the neon sign, heart beating treacherously in my ears. "Let's do this," I called again to the nightclub organizer, though I felt like I was anything but powerful. I walked in slowly, putting an extra drama into my step, eyes shining with the light they always did before a performance.

I looked around, a lying smile on my face. I wish it was the truth, but it would never be. "She's here," a few excited voices called out. "It's Glowstick." "When will she start?" Another one. "Chill, guys. I'm right here," I shoved the phone back into my pocket and raised a single fist into the air. About a hundred different hands shot up around me. Loud cheers erupted around me. "Let's do this thing!" I raised my voice above the others, single hand still in the air.

I laid back against the wall, looking on at the performance. I wasn't sure what drew me to it. I never liked show-offs. I watched her movements carefully, attempting to understand what she was doing. It was hard, since the whole 'club was copying her movements and cheering. The cheering basically burst my eardrums. It never ended.

I took another glance at her. The others had moved out, their circle wasn't as tight. I watched as she pulled out a pair of yellow glowsticks, eyes glimmering with determination.

I waved them slowly, making abstract shapes as I wove through the air. All of a sudden, I flung them out to the crowd.

These weren't just any glowsticks, they were my signed ones.

In my mind, I almost instantly imagined that there was only two. I wasn't getting one. But suddenly a glowstick came twirling my way. I jumped up high and caught it. The others looked amazed, muttering things to themselves loud enough to hear but not loud enough to understand.

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I was wondering how a new style would work out.

More? :3

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Rita && Hugo

You know, the funny thing about planes,
cars, trucks and bullet trains
is they'll take you places.

"Rita, honey, what are you doing? It's three in the morning."
"I can't take this any more, Hugo. I just can't take it any more."
"Rita-"
"Shut up. And don't try to stop me, Hugo, please don't."
"What-"
"I'm leaving, Hugo. I'm leaving."
"Please, come back to bed. We'll talk it over in the morning."
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm sorry, but I have to do this. I'm going home."
"Isn't this home to you?"
"No, Hugo. It never was. I'm going to my real home. To Virginia."
"Will you ever...?"
"Come back? No. I couldn't."

They'll make you remember the toothbrush you forgot to pack.
I should've believed you when you said that you weren't coming back.

The last of her things packed, the tall woman made exactly three trips from the house to the car parked just outside. Then she looked one last time at the bewildered man she had thought she loved. Hugo had their blanket wrapped around him, and his glasses were just barely balanced on the end of his nose. She considered ripping the blanket from around his shoulders and taking it with her, but the look in his eyes made her reconsider.

I'll meet you in Virginia, the only state for broken-hearted lovers.
I'll meet you in Virginia, the only place made for staring over.

"Take care of yourself, Hugo."
"Please-"

Tired but couldn't sleep,
I've drunk a little too much caffeine.
Maybe someday soon I'll stop.

She slammed the door in his face. The man stood up, pajama pants hanging loose around his waist, and sleepily made his way to the window. Parting the curtains, he looked out just in time to see the woman pull out of the driveway. He was too tired and bewildered to cry, too shell-shocked to believe that she was gone.

But for now I'll spend my mornings making clouds in my coffee cup,
wishing that I was there to wake you up.

"Rita..."

I'll meet you in Virginia, the only state for broken-hearted lovers.
I'll meet you in Virginia, the only place made for staring over.

The morning sunlight found him sitting alone in his kitchen, staring down into the depths of his coffee. He wondered idly if he should kill himself, but thought that he'd better not. If he was alive, at least he could sleep and maybe dream.

You know, the funny thing about planes,
cars, trucks and bullet trains
is they'll take you places.

And, if he was lucky, his dreams would be about her.

I'll meet you in Virginia, the only state for broken-hearted lovers.
I'll meet you in Virginia, the only place made for staring over.

[the bad wolf]

The Ashamed Little Girl______The Guilty Father

And with that smile, the man's own smile found it's way to his mouth. And it was as genuine as his love for his eldest daughter.

His angel.

That... was beautiful.;-; Great job.