Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Elemental Rift]

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a pure hearted boy, a girl

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a virus, metaphorically

brandon, melissa

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hannah

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Even the Master of Shadows needs somebody to rule the world by his side.

[the timey thing]

Devil (First), Roxy(Second), and their son Terak(Third).

♀, ♂, ♂

[gloaming]

"Ouch!" I look blinking rapidly. A tall figure is standing infront of me, sillohueted by the sun. "Yikes. I'm sorry." He crouches down, gently setting his surfboard on the ground. His height has been diminished greatly now that he's crouching infront of me and through bleary eyes I take in his appearance. Unlike the rest of the surfers here in South Florida he has pale ivory skin, deep blue eyes, and wavy almost black chocolate brown hair. It's the eyes that get me. They're so distracting and it takes me a little longer to snap back my retort. "You should be! You kicked sand in my face and all over my term paper, which is due when I get back from break, thank you very much." I harrumph, blowing a stray hair out of my face. He chuckles. "You'd think a pretty girl like you would do that later and have some fun on the beach. C'mon lets go for a swim. " He looks at me expectantly. His face is very close to mine and from here I can see he has a light spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. I roll my eyes at his suggestion going for my defense statement. "I don't swim. I only come down here because it kills my writers block." He totally buys it, eyebrows raised mouth hanging open. No one ever seems to notice I'm wearing a still damp bikini a clear indication that I do infact swim. I hold back a snicker watching his mouth open and close like a bizzare fish. He shuts his mouth with a loud clomp then says. "You can't swim? Wha- Bu- Nope. I don't even care. I'm teaching you." He grabs my hand pulling me up and almost makes me step on my still wet term paper. "Hey watch it! That's wet!" Damn. I think He thinks I can't swim?! This is ridiculous! I can't just leave my term paper! It'll get blown away or something. I come out of my reverie with a jolt. The guy is still blathering on, dragging me along behind him. "Hey. Hey!" I snap my fingers loudly, catching his attention. "At least let me roll up my term paper so I can put it away." He nods his head reluctantly letting go of my hand. I walk back to spot picking up my paper and the fountain pen laying next to it. Rolling up the paper and capping the pen I shove them in my bag mentally slapping myself. At Least?! AT. LEAST!? Your kidding me right?! That was your chance to escape! I sigh again shaking my head. At least I'll be able to have some fun with this. He's in for a bit of a surprise. I turn and slowly walk back to him, making a point to take my time. "So why help out some girl you don't even know?" I ask curiously as we walk down towards the water. He chuckles looking up at the sky then turning towards me. "Because life is short and you are hot." He doesn't even need to use the accent I get the reference immediately. "Aaah! Your my whovian brother." I laugh as he looks at me again mouth agape. "You could not be more perfect, well, once I teach you to swim." I smile inwardly. We reach the water and it washes against our feet, gently urging us to enter the blue waters.

Continue? The couple is crap seeing as I wrote the story first and I'm experimenting with new points of view but you know... I have more planned out so if anyone's interested I'll definitely continue it.

[growl.lingo]

"Ouch!" I look blinking rapidly. A tall figure is standing infront of me, sillohueted by the sun. "Yikes. I'm sorry." He crouches down, gently setting his surfboard on the ground. His height has been diminished greatly now that he's crouching infront of me and through bleary eyes I take in his appearance. Unlike the rest of the surfers here in South Florida he has pale ivory skin, deep blue eyes, and wavy almost black chocolate brown hair. It's the eyes that get me. They're so distracting and it takes me a little longer to snap back my retort. "You should be! You kicked sand in my face and all over my term paper, which is due when I get back from break, thank you very much." I harrumph, blowing a stray hair out of my face. He chuckles. "You'd think a pretty girl like you would do that later and have some fun on the beach. C'mon lets go for a swim. " He looks at me expectantly. His face is very close to mine and from here I can see he has a light spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. I roll my eyes at his suggestion going for my defense statement. "I don't swim. I only come down here because it kills my writers block." He totally buys it, eyebrows raised mouth hanging open. No one ever seems to notice I'm wearing a still damp bikini a clear indication that I do infact swim. I hold back a snicker watching his mouth open and close like a bizzare fish. He shuts his mouth with a loud clomp then says. "You can't swim? Wha- Bu- Nope. I don't even care. I'm teaching you." He grabs my hand pulling me up and almost makes me step on my still wet term paper. "Hey watch it! That's wet!" Damn. I think He thinks I can't swim?! This is ridiculous! I can't just leave my term paper! It'll get blown away or something. I come out of my reverie with a jolt. The guy is still blathering on, dragging me along behind him. "Hey. Hey!" I snap my fingers loudly, catching his attention. "At least let me roll up my term paper so I can put it away." He nods his head reluctantly letting go of my hand. I walk back to spot picking up my paper and the fountain pen laying next to it. Rolling up the paper and capping the pen I shove them in my bag mentally slapping myself. At Least?! AT. LEAST!? Your kidding me right?! That was your chance to escape! I sigh again shaking my head. At least I'll be able to have some fun with this. He's in for a bit of a surprise. I turn and slowly walk back to him, making a point to take my time. "So why help out some girl you don't even know?" I ask curiously as we walk down towards the water. He chuckles looking up at the sky then turning towards me. "Because life is short and you are hot." He doesn't even need to use the accent I get the reference immediately. "Aaah! Your my whovian brother." I laugh as he looks at me again mouth agape. "You could not be more perfect, well, once I teach you to swim." I smile inwardly. We reach the water and it washes against our feet, gently urging us to enter the blue waters.

Continue? The couple is crap seeing as I wrote the story first and I'm experimenting with new points of view but you know... I have more planned out so if anyone's interested I'll definitely continue it.

I would love too hear more <33

[gloaming]

"Ouch!" I look blinking rapidly. A tall figure is standing infront of me, sillohueted by the sun. "Yikes. I'm sorry." He crouches down, gently setting his surfboard on the ground. His height has been diminished greatly now that he's crouching infront of me and through bleary eyes I take in his appearance. Unlike the rest of the surfers here in South Florida he has pale ivory skin, deep blue eyes, and wavy almost black chocolate brown hair. It's the eyes that get me. They're so distracting and it takes me a little longer to snap back my retort. "You should be! You kicked sand in my face and all over my term paper, which is due when I get back from break, thank you very much." I harrumph, blowing a stray hair out of my face. He chuckles. "You'd think a pretty girl like you would do that later and have some fun on the beach. C'mon lets go for a swim. " He looks at me expectantly. His face is very close to mine and from here I can see he has a light spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. I roll my eyes at his suggestion going for my defense statement. "I don't swim. I only come down here because it kills my writers block." He totally buys it, eyebrows raised mouth hanging open. No one ever seems to notice I'm wearing a still damp bikini a clear indication that I do infact swim. I hold back a snicker watching his mouth open and close like a bizzare fish. He shuts his mouth with a loud clomp then says. "You can't swim? Wha- Bu- Nope. I don't even care. I'm teaching you." He grabs my hand pulling me up and almost makes me step on my still wet term paper. "Hey watch it! That's wet!" Damn. I think He thinks I can't swim?! This is ridiculous! I can't just leave my term paper! It'll get blown away or something. I come out of my reverie with a jolt. The guy is still blathering on, dragging me along behind him. "Hey. Hey!" I snap my fingers loudly, catching his attention. "At least let me roll up my term paper so I can put it away." He nods his head reluctantly letting go of my hand. I walk back to spot picking up my paper and the fountain pen laying next to it. Rolling up the paper and capping the pen I shove them in my bag mentally slapping myself. At Least?! AT. LEAST!? Your kidding me right?! That was your chance to escape! I sigh again shaking my head. At least I'll be able to have some fun with this. He's in for a bit of a surprise. I turn and slowly walk back to him, making a point to take my time. "So why help out some girl you don't even know?" I ask curiously as we walk down towards the water. He chuckles looking up at the sky then turning towards me. "Because life is short and you are hot." He doesn't even need to use the accent I get the reference immediately. "Aaah! Your my whovian brother." I laugh as he looks at me again mouth agape. "You could not be more perfect, well, once I teach you to swim." I smile inwardly. We reach the water and it washes against our feet, gently urging us to enter the blue waters.

Continue? The couple is crap seeing as I wrote the story first and I'm experimenting with new points of view but you know... I have more planned out so if anyone's interested I'll definitely continue it.

I would love too hear more <33

Thank you as requested here is more
"Alright." I say. "Before we start this I need to know your name. If I start drowning it would be helpful if we knew eachother's name." He nodded and held out his hand miming a british accent. "My name is Casey Simmons. Pleasure to meet you. Pip pip cheerio." I bite back a giggle and take his hand shaking it vigorously. "Melody Ramsey. Pleasure I'm sure." Casey laughs his his dark hair falling in his face. "Melody huh? Do you go by Mel?" I nod and he smiles. "Perfect. So let's start." He grabs my hand and pulls me into the water, sending shivers through my whole body. He grins at my reaction to the water, assuming that I find it cold. "It's not that bad." He leans down and scoops up the warm water throwing it at my face. "Hey!" I shout and we start splashing eachother back and forth rapidly. He pushes me into the deeper water and I decide to play along so I start flailing. "Ah!" *garble* "It's to deep!" I dip back under exploding into laughter under the water. I come back up and watch him rush throught the water towards me pulling me up. "You can stand!" He says indignantly. "I got worried!" I smirk. "How come? Not like you really know me." He scowls at me. "I'd prefer to not have a natural beauty's death on my plate." I laugh and splash him. "So how are we gonna go about this?" "We'll start with floating." He tells me to lay down into the water and puts his hand on the small of my back holding me up. We go through a few strokes and after about an hour I'm confident enough to pull the plug. I have him thoroughly convinced. I resurface from my flaily breaststroke smiling at him. "I think I'm all good." He smiles. "Yep. I think you've got it down." I laugh. "Let's race." "What" He looks at me clearly confused. "Let's race. I wanna see if I'm good enough to beat you." He laughs. "No offense I've been swimming my whole life, I doubt you'll be able to beat me." I smirk. "Let's see. Just don't go easy on me." He shrugs. "Fine. On three. One.... Two... Three!" I dive into the water resurfacing a few feet ahead of him and start swimming free style. I'm already a few yards ahead of him without even having to speed up. I giggle taking in a huge gulp of salt water and splutter, giving him time to catch up. We're neck in neck onece I recover and I desperately try to put on a burst of speed in my last sprint to the end. Suceeding I pass him and just barely touch the buoy before he comes up behind me grabbing my leg and pulling me under. I kick him in the stomache and resurface, gasping for air. "Dude!" He splutters. "I thought you couldn't swim!" I giggle. "I lied, obviously." He laughs. "You only won cuz I was going easy on you. Race you back." He dives under resurfacing a few feet ahead. I smile and kick off the bouy following him into shore at a leasurely pace. He's sitting on the beach when I get back, eating a large green apple. "What took you so long?" He puts on a strange voice which sounds suspiciously like a dying tree frog. "I've been waiting for years." I laugh and walk up towards him catching the apple he tosses my way. Settling down on the beach beside him I take a bite out of the apple. "So Casey Simmons. All I know about you is your age, anything else you want to tell me?" He chuckles. "How can I be sure you won't sneak into my house and kill me in my sleep then steal my identity." I roll my eyes. "That'd be your fault. And do I seriously look like a murderer to you?" He grins. "Yes, yes you do. I'm 21 and I'm going to college at the Culinary Institute to become a chef. I'm from Fort Lauderdale but I love it in New York." "Wow." I say. "You go to college in New York? That's crazy so do I! I'm going to NYU for a major in art. I want to become a fashion designer. Right now I'm an intern with some designer label. I'm 20, from Atlanta." He nods his head standing up and holding out his hand to me. I take it using it to pull myself up. "So you just down here for Spring Break?" I nod. "Yep. I flew down here to visit my Aunt and Uncle then I'm driving to Orlando to go to Universal for 4 days then heading to Atlanta to see my parents and go to some kick-ass parties." He laughs. We walk in silence up to my old spot where I grab my bag and my towel. Draping his arm around my shoulder Casey leads me across the street to a little restaurant and bar on the corner.

[starstream<=]

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lily && gordon



spring time showers
bring fall jack-o-lanterns.
tender vines grow upward,
smiling at the sunshine with petal soft affection.
flowering fruits of spring passion
lead to golden fallen leaves of autumn.
seperated by summer's heat
and winter's chill
but still, the tender kisses of
spring's carefree sunshine
lingers in the autumn's fiery foliage.

{oi.... just wrote that little poem on the spot.
lily is spring and gordon is fall, and they kind of have a
whirling romance despite being separated by the other seasons. ;3
i thought it'd be kinda cute, what with the new bunnies and all...
x3 thanks for reading, if you do!}

[<>Diamond<>]

Ally and Spike.

"I fell in love with my kidnapper."

Story?

[maleficent.]

Let me get my couple

Rose and Wildfire


Story:
I write it soon

[vein]

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Kailah + Song (The Easter Bunny)

I had been picking flowers when I met her. Song, the Easter Bunny. Yes; the Easter Bunny.
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My hair fell in front of my eye as I bent over. My fingers quickly and expertly plucked the daisies from the ground, and my arm reached to my right to place the flowers in my basket. The sun was beating down on my neck and causing small beads of sweat to form. My blue eyes glanced over every flower, and I slowly stood up to gaze at my surroundings. Nature was the place I felt most at home, with the soft singing of the wind, the proud blue-gray stare of the sky, and the overlooking barriers of the mountains.

Suddenly a quiet but bubbly voice called, "What are you doing?" I could already feel the sarcasm bubbling in my throat as I turned with a small snarl on my face. "What does it look like I'm-" I stopped mid-sentence and stared. A girl, maybe a year or two older than me, so seventeen or eighteen, stared at me with curious, soft eyes. They were lavender colored, and they stood out against her pale, lightly freckled skin. Her copper hair shined lightly in the sun, with a soft look to it. A teal-green bow was in her hair, just sitting there, not like the preps wear it, but not like a little girl's style, either. In her hand was a teal basket. Compared to her, I probably looked like a hobo, what with my dirt-clad and sunburned face.

My snarl turned into a softer expression. "Picking flowers." I said. A hint of sarcasm lingered in my voice but she didn't seem to pick up on it. "Cool. I collect eggs around Easter. Oh, by the way, I'm Song." She lightly giggled.

I raised an eyebrow. "Eggs? You go egg hunting? At your age?" I had a little bit of disbelief in my voice.

"Well, I guess you could call it that." Song smiled. "It's more like collecting them, then setting them at the edge of children's beds in the early morning hours of Easter."

I stared at her with my eyes wide. "You break into people's houses and go into their children's rooms, just to provide yourself and the kids with entertainment?!" There was both horror and anger in my voice.

"Well I don't particularly do it for myself, but I do do it for the kids, I mean, I'm the Easter Bunny." She smiled a proud smile.

I was horrified. "You're crazy. The Easter Bunny doesn't exist. There is no such thing." My eyes narrowed at her.

Song shrugged, her smile lingering. "It does, I'm right here." She raised one eyebrow playfully.

I snarled. "Wow, Song, you really must be crazy. Where did you come from?" I asked suspiciously.

"I'm here once a year. I come from...well, where I exist, but other than that it's none of your business." She lightly scolded.

I shook my head in disbelief. "Wow."I muttered, then I started pacing, pondering on whether to call the police or drop her off at a mental institution. Song studied me for a moment and asked with a confused look on her face, "Did I do something wrong?"

I stared at her, raising both of my eyebrows. "Did you do something wrong?! You just told me you break into other people's houses to leave gifts for children, that for all I know could be possibly poisoned?!"

Song bit her lip, a frustrated expression momentarily crossing her face. "Look, I don't poison people, that's against my entire being. I don't break into people's houses, I do what the story says I do, because I literally am the Easter Bunny. And I do leave gifts for children, because it makes them smile." Her hands pressed against her cocked hip.

I rolled my eyes and stared at her again. "You're just crazy." Leaning over, I picked up my almost-full basket and turned, then started to head home. I didn't want to be around someone like her. It was almost sickening.

I was almost halfway down the hill we had been on when Song 'the Easter Bunny'' called after me, "So, same time tomorrow?" I bit my lip and waved my hand over my shoulder towards her, not entirely gesturing 'no', though. Even though she seemed weird and stalkerish, she did seem interesting.

Song laughed. "OK." She called again. "See you tomorrow." I called back over my shoulder unintentionally, "Tomorrow."
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