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Once Triplets, Now Twins...

<>Once Triplets, Now Twins... Still Best Friends?<>

They say that when you meet your best friend, you'll know regardless of who it is. That there will be that spark, that click and that smile that cements you as being the best of friends for years to come and beyond.

Steven (He went by Stevie) had never had that click, but he didn't need too, for he'd been born with his two beat friends. The only brother out of the triplets his mother had been blessed with, he was the quietest of the trio by far. He never really felt the need to make himself stand out or be heard, and would listen to his sisters argue so much he just said nothing to make things easier though it did mean he ended up as the go between and made to pick whom he wanted to play with when they were kids.

As they reached their teens, he spent less time with them both. It was easier for him to keep away from them at times, especially when puberty played havoc with their emotions and he could hear them arguing more. If they ever got upset, he'd sit with them and comfort them as he knew a good brother should do.

So it broke his heart that at 17, he and <your character> lost their sister. The sisters had been fighting, and Alisha had walked out on the two of them that dark and stormy night, refusing to take her phone.

By the next day, she hadn't returned to the house. With Stevie and <Your character> still at home, they headed out to look for her with their parents. All four took different paths to cover a wider area.

It was Stevie that found her, laying unconscious and beaten in a ditch. His scream of despair, horror and raw, untold emotion was said to have carried for miles across the field. He didn't speak for weeks after, sitting silently in his room. The teen barely ate, only leaving his room for water and the restroom. He didn't look at anyone, and the only contact he had was sitting hold <Your character's> hand at the funeral, needing his sister more than ever.

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We'd pick up about a week after the funeral, and explore the affect this is all having on the two remaining siblings. From the nightmares and fear Stevie is having seeing his sister's dead body, to the guilt your character is feeling over her sister's death.

The two will grow closer through this, becoming overprotective of each other and trying to only focus on the other, not seeming to click they need to work together and support each other equally, and talk things over.

Hello friend

Do you want me to pm you a few of my ideas?

Hello friend

What sort of things are you looking for?

Basic MxM idea.

//MxM.

I'm basically looking for someone to take the role of a silent, strong type who could step in and defend and befriend Thomas.

Thomas is 18, I'm looking for a character aged 18-22ish. This takes place in a UK college.

You can play your character however you want, so long as they are nice to Thomas even if they don't like others.

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"Freak." "Faggot." "Retard."

These three words and more had been thrown at Thomas every day for the past three months since he'd returned to school, and every day felt longer and more terrible than the last had done. He hated being here, hated putting up with the bullshit each and everyday.

Today had been worse than ever. He'd had his locker broken into and his wallet stolen from it, and some art he'd spent the last six months on destroyed for a few cheap laughs by a despicable, disgusting bully.

They chose Thomas as they knew he couldn't speak and could barely defend himself. They felt brave picking on a kid with learning difficulties, and loved to tease and hurt him to no end.

Hello friend

Screw it, I could do with plotting out some stories.

Will You Be My Friend?

Bump~

Kick Ass meets Shortass. (FxM)

♡Crossdressing Male x Punk Female.

You can play her how you want, but I kinda love the idea of this "biker chick" style. Short hair/mohawk, tall, lean and strong looking. Jeans, leather jacket, boots, etc. The opposite to Robby in dress sense in most ways.

I do also like the idea of her being this "cold and callous" kind of gal who's protective of "her Robert", and would do anything to make him happy as he would her.

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Robert's smile was soft and slightly nervous as he opened the door to the classroom, having arrived late that day. Yet, that wasn't his main concern. He had opted to walk in late for a reason, and this was quite clear to the others in his class when he walked in, blushing a little as they all seemed to stare at him.

He was dressed in a pink, slightly frilly knee-length dress, a small amount of make up applied to his soft features, his usually curly and untamed hair brushed and straightened out, two heart earrings dangling down. He'd swapped his usual glasses out for contacts, allowing his soft, deep blue eyes to be a bit more revealed to anyone he spoke to.

"What the fuck?" A voice came from across the room, Robert turning to look towards the guy that had spoken, smiling sweetly at him.

"Yes?" He asked, not liking the attention, but fully aware he'd get it at some point. It was best to be confident, he had decided, but not overly so.

"Why the fuck are you dressed as a girl?" The gruff male spoke once more, a look of anger seeming to form on his features.

"Because I want to be who I am." The smaller male simply responded, taking an empty seat besides another classmate, smiling at them kindly.

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With a sudden jolt, Robert snapped awake from his dream, shaking his head slightly as he clambered out of bed, a nervous feeling forming in the pit of his stomach, seeming to climb up his back. He had no chance of being anywhere near as confident as his dream self, but knew he had to be who he wanted to be... no, who he was.

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Stepping into the classroom, he felt un-nerved by the stares he had already gotten in the corridor, looking down at the outfit he wore upon his thin form, glad he didn't seem to physically fit either gender. The outfit he'd opted to wear today was one he'd been saving for a long time, untill he felt ready to wear it. Normally he'd just worn t-shirts and jeans, not seeming to really try and co-ordinate what he opted to be clad in. But today..

Today he'd made a real effort. He wore a knee-length, black skirt, matched with a dark purple t-shirt, and a pink shirt open over that. His long hair was no longer straight, blonde and past his shoulders, but had been dyed a light brown, and now sat just above his shoulders, slightly messier then before and fluffed up, but framing his soft, delicate face much better then before. Wearing a pair of red glasses, as opposed to the contacts he normally went for, he preferred these, but never really had the confidence to try them on.

Opening the door to the classroom, he walked in, feeling eyes upon him. This was the bravest he'd ever managed to be, but inside, he was absolutely terrified!

"Hi." He offered up, knowing it wasn't quite the right thing to say, but it was all he had the confidence to utter! Smiling shyly, he took an empty seat, looking to the female sat next to him.

Snatched Away..

Yes, please.

Snatched Away..

Awesome.

Snatched Away..

(Dark content in this.)

The dark, quiet room in which Archie had been for the last few years was suddenly filled with light and noise as crashing, shouting and footsteps erupted from the floor above, all seeming to meld into one cacophony, making it almost impossible for the young male to pick up any distinct sort of noise or words, looking up as the basement door swung open with a sudden crack, hitting the wall with a considerable amount of force.

Gazing up as he heard a gruff, distinctly masculine voice call out "He's down here, Sarge!", the young man could see the outline of a few people, though he couldn't make out much in the way of any distinctive features, other then body shape and height.

After a moment, two more figures appeared, coming down the stairs with one of the first shapes in tow, appearing under the dim light provided by the single light bulb in the middle of the room, which seemed to buzz as it flickered dully , bathing the occupants in just enough light. From what Archie could tell, the two dressed in green were paramedics, the other a police officer, going by her uniform.

"Archie? I'm Lizzie, I'm a paramedic, can you let me treat you darling?" She asked gently, giving the frightened looking male a soft reassuring smile to try and cheer him up a bit.

A shake of the head.

"We know you're scared, but it's to make sure you're not hurt, or ill." A pause. "Do you want to be treated in the ambulance? So you're not in here any longer?"

A nod.

"Alright mate, we'll get you out, come on." The other paramedic spoke calmly too, a male. Helping him up, the two lead him outside, flashbulbs going off as soon as he stepped foot outside, journalists all calling out to ask questions of him and the two medical workers, Archie's big, frightened brown eyes filling up with tears as he tried to hide away, scared to death.

A figure seemed to be distinct among the faces, however, one the young male knew better then any other he'd seen in the mass, calling out meekly for them, wanting them to come with him, needing the person to be there.

Archie looked a mess. His normally light, almost sandy hair was darker from all the muck, mud and dirt that had accumulated over the time he'd been locked away, and he was thinner then ever, pale skinned and covered in cuts and bruises, tears racing down his face as he looked around, scared of his mind and wanting someone he trusted to just hug him, hold him, keep him safe from harm. All he was dressed in was a grey vest and a pair f baggy shorts, covered in dirt and blood as he had a blanket placed over him to try and keep him warm and comforted the best they could do.

(Obviously this is going to be a quite dark plot, focusing on the effects of the kidnapping, how Archie readjusts to being out of the same, dark room constantly, getting used to and being able to fully trust other people again.

Yes, it'll be dark, yes, it'll be sad, but I feel something like this will be an interesting idea if played out properly.

The person Archie calls out for can be one of two people. If you want this to EVENTUALLY become romance, it can be his best friend.

If not, it can be his OLDER or TWIN brother or sister. I figured they would be the only family in this.)