Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[growl.lingo]

The hunter

The postboy

Oh god yes contiue <33

The hunter nodded to herself as she loosed an arrow, from a 6 meter range. It hit it's mark, right in the middle. She smiled to herself. Bringing her bow to half-draw, she was preparing to loose another arrow. The postboy slowly creeped up behind the 'legendary' huntress. He tapped her on her shoulder, and the arrow she had just shot missed it's mark, and ended up going through the target. She spun around angrily. "What was that for?" He shrunk back a bit, handing her the note that she was invited to the yearly werewolf hunt. She tossed the note aside, and re.turned to her archery, but before so, the postboy quickly kissed her on the cheek and darted away, out of sight.

Should I continue with this?

[Sonmi-451]

Lizzie's back. xD
and
Lizzie x Abby

Abby looks up at me, apprehension in her voice and hope overflowing from each of her eyes, and I know that I’m a goner, that whatever she wants, she’s going to get. “Lizzie, can I hold your hand?” she asks me.
“Of course Abigail,” I tell her, smiling down at her as her doll-sized fingers intertwine with my own large, calloused ones. Suddenly it strikes me that she needs a nickname, so I question, “Can I call you Abby?”
“Of course Lizzie,” she replies, mimicking my tone, which causes my smile to get bigger. “That’s what all my friends at school call me anyways.”
We walk over to and sit down against the arena wall, and I look up to see spectators cheering and nearly jumping the barrier that separates them from the arena – and us. I glance up at the huge screen that shows what’s currently airing live to the rest of the nation to find – like I expected – Abby and I covering every inch of it.
“Lizzie…” Abby begins, her grip on my hand tightening. I drop my gaze to her, pick her up gently, and set her down in my lap. She then rests her head on my chest, seeming to be somewhat comforted.
“Yeah Abby?” I stroke her hair very gently, painfully reminded of my little brother Timmy and how I used to do this with him all the time.
“Lizzie, I want to go home,” she murmurs, nestling her head underneath my chin and clinging to me desperately. I look back up at the screen to find that I’m staring myself down, and I desperately want to demand that they get us off the screen, that this is a private moment, when I remember that there are no such things as private moments anymore, that everything I do is going to be seen by everyone across the whole continent. So I just bite my tongue and hold onto Abby as hard as she’s holding onto me.
“You know, Abby,” I begin, fixing my eyes on her small blond head and knowing that I’m going to have to let go, and that, when I do, she’s going to die, “so do I.”

Should I continue?

[laila,]

{ Heather } -------- { Xander }

Heather sat by the fire, her warm jumper was topped off with an old black hoodie. The house was old, too old, it was 2012 and here she was with a fireplace and blankets but that was just the way she liked it. The house was old but the stuff inside could not have been more different. The remote lay beside her, a shadow was cast over it by the mounds of presents that surrounded her. A large Santa hat sat over her head and a pot of hot chocolate was on the stove in the kitchen. The letter box made it's normal, creepy sound and she dragged herself to her feet with a huff. The hallway was cold and dark and as a result she ran to the letterbox and back. There was a gentle thud as she sat back down, only then did she open her hand and stare at the crumpled yellow post-it. 'Do you love me?' she read mentally. Xander did this sort of thing often but she didn't feel the same way, she picked up the remote and switched on the T.V. The loud sound seemed too loud for the quiet house and she shut it off quickly, hopefully her parents would still be asleep. Chills seemed to rocket down her spine as the fire died out. It was time to get back to reality, she rose and tiptoed to the boiler room where she flicked on the central heating. As she came back to the room her phone buzzed and she picked it up slowly, 'KNOCK KNOCK' it read. Heather smiled and went over to the door, she pulled it open to see Xander stood before her. After a cup of hot chocolate they sat down on the carpet. Xander smiled, "Merry Christmas' Xander said with a smile. Heather smiled and set the Santa hat on his head, 'I can tell you anything right? I mean, we've been best friends for like ever' Heather asked, those words hit hard but Xander forced a smile and nodded. Heather chewed her lip, 'I- I got you a present' she stuttered, glancing down. Xander's eyes lit up but he was still awfully confused, Xander opened his mouth to speak but was only met by Heather's lips pushed gently against his own, when she finally pulled back she smiled softly, 'me…'

{ Why won't you love me Heather </3
Anyway, I know this is bad but…
Yeah.. }

[Zeee]

○ the couple ○




○ the heartbroken ex ○



I’m blinded, ‘cause you are everything I see,
I’m dancin’ alone, I’m praying,
That your heart will just turn around,

And as I walk up to your door,
My head turns to face the floor,
‘Cause I can’t look you in the eyes and say,


When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight,
It just won’t feel right,
‘Cause I can love you more than this, yeah,
When he lays you down,
I might just die inside,
It just don’t feel right,
‘Cause I can love you more than this,
Can love you more than this


If I’m louder, would you see me?
Would you lay down
In my arms and rescue me?
‘Cause we are the same
You save me,
When you leave it’s gone again,


And when I see you on the street,
In his arms, I get weak,
My body fails, I’m on my knees,
Prayin’,


When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight,
It just won’t feel right,
‘Cause I can love you more than this, yeah,
When he lays you down,
I might just die inside,
It just don’t feel right,
‘Cause I can love you more than this, yeah,

[Zayn]
I’ve never had the words to say,
But now I’m askin’ you to stay
For a little while inside my arms,
And as you close your eyes tonight,
I pray that you will see the light,
That’s shining from the stars above,




When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight,
It just won’t feel right,
‘Cause I can love you more than this,


‘Cause I can love you more than this


When he lays you down,
I might just die inside,
It just don’t feel right,
‘Cause I can love you more than this, yeah,

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight,
It just won’t feel right,
‘Cause I can love you more than this,

When he lays you down,
I might just die inside,
It just don’t feel right,
‘Cause I can love you more than this,
Can love you more than this


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[ that song is so sad<3 i love it though. ]

[vee.]

Hi everyone sorry I haven't been here for so long; I just really haven't been in the spirit for this since I had my wisdom teeth out in April. Also sorry for the fact that I haven't been able to read any stories, I bet I missed some really excellent ones ; 3 ; Um hopefully I'll be around here more often again and I'll get to reading some more when I can. I missed you allll!

Dunno if you guys remember this story about me and James, but I figured I would continue it and get it finished since it's been nagging at my brain. ♥

James x Citric

{ full story here }



The month of April came into being and completely tore apart the near future, rearranging it into a new pattern, which unfolded before me so quickly I could barely process it.

I had all four wisdom teeth out on April 6th; it was a horrifying, traumatic experience for me, still to this day it destresses me to speak of, so I'll leave it at that. I was out of school doing my best to recover from it all that next week, and James did his best to keep me company through texts. However, as I was starting to improve and get back to normal around the weekend of April 14th and 15th, not a single one of my messages was met with a reply. I didn't try too hard of course; just a few "hey"s. But still it was strange for him not to answer. He was usually quite punctual.

The morning of the 17th, a Tuesday, I was finally back in school. It was important that I returned that week, because it was the only time to get prom tickets. I was stressing about that a lot; Julie had all but ditched me, left me stranded in an awful place. I had the dress and the shoes that my mother had spent the money on, and I have impossible guilt about those sorts of things. I didn't want her money to go to waste, but on the other hand I didn't want to attend prom completely alone. I wouldn't have even a single friend to keep me company, it'd be like going to a birthday party as a child for someone you didn't know.

Regardless, this was the main occupant of my mind all day, amongst being bombarded with questions about my surgery that I didn't want to answer. I remained pretty absent, didn't feel like talking much. I was in too much of a sticky situation about the whole prom thing.

The final class of the day came around, and though I had tons of work to do in painting, I slipped into the photography room to find James. I needed some intelligent conversation to cheer me up.

But as soon as we said hello and exchanged casual pleasantries, he came out with a huge piece of information.

"Paige and I broke up this weekend," he said to me casually.

"What?" I was shocked out of my mindlessness, mostly out of concern for him. I hoped so badly he wasn't upset about it.

"Turns out she really did cheat on me that one time, so I just... told her we were done." He shrugged neutrally. "For real this time, I'm not taking her back. I'm just tired of it. And she deleted all my contacts in my phone again too so that's why I didn't tell you until now."

I struggled to find words. "That's awful of her," I managed finally. "You know, she doesn't deserve someone like you anyway. She's no good."

James nodded. "Too much drama." He stretched back in his chair, taking a break from the project he was pretending to do. "But hey, now I can go to prom with you since Julie's a bitch!"

I started to respond automatically, before I fully processed the idea. "Oh she's not a bitch, she just-- wait, really?"

He dug into his pocket and produced two white envelopes in response. "Wasn't sure if you'd be in this week, so I got two tickets this morning. You now owe me sixty bucks and a favor."

"Oh of course, I'll pay you back tomorrow!" I laughed, and grinned as wide as I could, taking one of the envelopes from him. "You really are excellent, oh gosh you have no idea how much better this makes everything!"

"That's okay," he said, "because you're driving!"
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[micah]

@Achromatic: I really, really, really love your poetry- it's got a certain style to it?- and, well, anyways, it's just gorgeous.
___

cardinal ♂ - samuel ♂
The cardinal always fluttered past his house. Rain or shine, it was there, beady eyes gloomy and focused. There was something about it that always struck him as odd, something about the bird was indeed different, but he never cared to look into it.
He was, after all, just a boy.

But the bird was much more than that, much older than that, in knowledge and years. The bird had lived for a long time, the bird lived for longer than it ever wanted to. Then again, the bird got variety; he wasn't always a bird. Sometimes he was a cat, sometimes he was a snail, and he even used to be a human. That's what he was last time, in Victorian era England.
He quite liked that.
However, with the new era brought a new body, wrought with the same spirit. He didn't know what he had done to be cursed as a bird, but there he was, trying to get the attention of the only one who could help him.
He very very much wanted to return to being a human; he didn't care how much technology there was now, how complicated everything got with knowledge, he just wanted hands.
He wanted to be able to create art and to write stories of far away lands, tales of his life, everything.

And in order to do that, he had to befriend the most powerful human out there; nine-year-old Samuel, a boy in a small town in the middle of America.
Samuel was a sad kid. He didn't have many friends, he didn't have much of his family left, and whether he knew it or not yet, he was also being hunted. Hunted by the fiercest demons in hell and the most of succulent angels from above. Everyone wanted his power, whether they acknowledged it or even thought of it- they all wanted to be powerful, the humans.
Animals, in general, usually stayed away from Samuel. It was his aura- deep and sickening and terribly innocent. But, just as the brain disregards a smell after a good bit, the cardinal ignored the gloom.

Every day, he would wait for Samuel to wake up. When he did, the bird would wait on the tree outside of the kitchen window. He sang the best he could, chirped only when necessary, and tried to communicate with Samuel.
Today, he thought, would be the day.
Clearly, the bird was unable to speak English- or any human language- but for a good bit he'd been trying to write it. He would find pens and whatever he could write on in trashcans and practice from newspapers and magazines, from the speech he heard and still understood from his days as a human. He had long forgotten how to write it, especially when locked with a set of wings and talons.
He only wrote two words on the piece of cardboard, and they were "SAVE ME". They were in capitol letters but they were sloppily drawn, however legible.

He flew to the tree and waited for the boy to come down from breakfast. When he didn't come down, not even an hour after he usually awakes, the bird flew to his bedroom window.
The boy laid on the floor, with a piece of paper that said "SAVE ME" in between two pudgy fingers.
Good lord, thought the cardinal. They're after his subconscious.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

the heartbreaker


the ex

I haven't thought of you in fifteen days
and today I still won't think of you.

And when I call you up and you're not home,
well I might not even care.

Each day gets better than the one before
because each day I know I'm fine
without you-
but I don't think about it.

This one's not about you,
you can put that in your pipe and smoke it.

[Song is
"Not About You"
by Jonathan Coulton]

[8catpaws]

Martha and Luke
We see the day pass by, One by one they leave us. We grasped one and ran, just to get away. All they did was mock. What have we done to deserve this? We can't bear to be away, and to stay, is not fair. We have a strong bond, but yet who cares? We care and we waiting for the light, went home together not standing to see the mocking of our love. We sat in the rain until it was a pain. We then desided we had had enough. We went home one calm summer night, pulled out a riffle, and made two shots. One for Me and One for Him. When he went i cried, then i went. To this day the mockers are shammed and we are together, happy forever. And every time a true love dies, the mocking birds call our names.

[omori]

(( Vellamore, you're backkk! And I loved it <3 ))


Jennie & Lucas

A tunnel of beautifully colorful trees stood before Jennie and Lucas; the renowned Valentine's day destination for the best of friends and the closest of couples. Just as the two reached the ticket booth—the greedy park had to charge—, a park ranger stopped them.

"I'm sorry, but you two may not go. Please exit the line."

Jennie was furious, trying to keep her cool but obviously not doing it very well.

"Ma'am I'm sorry. You may go to the office to file a complaint."

Lucas only gave Jennie a look that said it's not worth it, let's go, but she huffed to the car to drive back over the paths to the office cabin. Lucas silently stared out the car window.

"Wait here," Jennie said, slamming the car door closed as she approached the cabin.

"Sir, I would like to file a complaint," she said, barging into the boss's office. "I drove all the way here to walk through that tree tunnel and Jesus I'm going to, whether your workers want me to or not!" she fumed.

"Ma'am, please calm down! Just tell me what happened."

"Well sir, I wanted to buy a ticket. And your rangers told us to leave! Do you have something against us or something?"

"Ma'am please, we are not against straight, gays, age differences, interracials, or any other sort of relationships. If you could please bring your partner in, we will discuss and straighten this out."

"Fine," Jennie said, crossing her arms. She left then reappeared in a moment. "He's coming. Come on, Lucas!" she yelled.

Silence followed, until a moment later the pitter-patter of feet approached. Soon a red husky burst through the door!

"I don't know what you have against dogs, but all I know is that Lucas is my best friend, and I love him with all my heart. So you can keep your stupid trees, because I've got all I need right here. C'mon, Luke. Let's go to the park."

With a bark and a slamming of the door, the boss was left, confused about what had just happened.

The next year, Jennie received a phone call, apologizing and welcoming her to the tree tunnel with her dog Lucas.

"No thanks," Jennie said. She sat on the park bench, watching as Lucas, his wife, and his three puppies played in the grass. "Lucas already has a date."

(( Lol this was so good in my head! Oh well, I just wanted to write something different. Usually I write about death, so here is a story that shows that no love can overcome that of a dog—to me anyways. :3 ))

[aquamarine]

EDIT: @Giggle - loved it. loved you. <3
@Vella - you're baaaaccckkkkk ^^; twas lonely without you! I do in fact remember that story! I like the new additions.



As the little girl lay in her bed, the darkness of her room settling upon her, she began to cry. The heart-wrenching sound filled the still atmosphere, breaking the silence of the night in an endless symphony of sobs. She clutched a crumpled letter close to her heart, letting her tears blotch the ink. She whispered the same words over and over, as if saying a prayer.

"Daddy...Daddy...Daddy..."

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Horrible drabble is horrible ;u; maybe a longer story later, this was more of a in the moment, i need to let out my feelings sort of thing