SammyMcWhammy

The Loved and The Loving

Whimpering.

James sat under his school desk, knees drawn to his chest and his hood drawn up and over his head. His baby blue eyes were squeezed shut, and his hands were covering up his ears as noises of fear and discomfort passed by his lips every few seconds.

He, and the rest of his class, had been made to shelter under desks or storage cupboards which had been emptied and lain down as a sort of makeshift shelter. A tornado was on the way, and little warning had been put into place. The howling wind threw objects around outside as some hitting the windows with loud thuds, mere seconds away from smashing the glass and making their way inside. Cars were being moved around, as bins and bikes skidded across the ground.

The school's siren was blaring long and loud, clearly upsetting James. The small male was autistic, and he couldn't abide loud noises in the slightest. His head bobbed back and forth as though trying to calm or distract himself, and he kept making the whimpers of fear and fright.

//Soo, I don't know if this will be friendship or romance yet. He's 17 in this, turning 18 in a few months. James struggles with some day to day things like social skills and loud noises/busy places.

He is often happiest when listening to music or reading. I kinda though it'd be sweet if Y/C was one of those.. for lack of a better word, loner kids. Someone who might notice James but understand he doesn't cope well with people at times.

I figured she could come to him when he's clearly upset and frightened now. Put her earphones in his ears and put on some music for him to try and drown out the noise or to distract him with a cartoon or such on youtube as she cuddles him?IDK

We Are Family~

So, this is myRobert Henshaw character, would anyone possibly be interested in being a big sister sort of figure for him? Obviously if you wanted him to be related his surname is changeable.

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Tears.

Tears flowed down Robert "Robby" Henshaw's cheeks at an alarming rate as he sat at his desk, head in his arms and sobs passing his lips as he trembled like a leaf in the wind. His long, blonde hair cascaded over, hiding his features from anybody whom dared to enter the small male's bedroom.

After a moment more of silent sobs, his head lifted upon hearing someone enter his bedroom. His bottom lip was still quivering, his pale face stained with tears, his cheeks red and standing out rather starkly against the rest of his features. His nose had run too whilst sobbing, and the poor boy looked distraught. Nothing was said by him, his big eyes studying the other person's features through his own tears.

It was 6 am, barely the time to be in such a wound up state as he currently was. But given the events of last night, and the fact he'd not slept a wink.. there was good reason for this. His sobs grew more desperate and despairing once more, as he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped his hair. It came off in his hand with surprising ease as he hurled it to the floor as though disgusted with himself. His natural hair was revealed, short and brown locks which he hated with a passion too.

He clenched his tiny hands into a fist, letting out a heartbreaking wail as his hands relaxed, recalling the events of last night with horror and reluctance in equal measure.

--Last Night--

Standing in front of a tall mirror, Robert bit his bottom lip slightly as a frown began to play upon his delicate features. Petite in build, he'd always liked to dress in what would be considered as traditionally feminine clothing, though he'd not done so properly in a good number of years.

His mother and father had always insisted it was just a phase he was going through, despite his own protests that he liked what he wore more than the masculine hand me downs from his older brothers. He had always felt much happier when wearing skirts, dresses and tank tops then he did in more masculine clothing, but had long given up on trying to obtain and wear such items. As miserable as it often made him feel, he knew the stress and anxiety others put him under would eventually make him feel much worse.

Tracing a finger across a small temporary cat tattoo across his left shoulder, he turned his attention to a bag upon the floor. Inside were a few items he'd purchased with his own money, to try and feed his desires and his curiosity. Picking out a black, knee-length skirt, his fingers ran across the material with a smile upon his lips. He'd not gone for leather or anything that would be viewed as sexualising how he dressed or felt, but rather a simple cotton piece.

Slipping it over his bare legs and up to his waist, he instantly felt better. This suited him to a tee, and he was starting to feel beautiful again. Next came a cute white tank top, a picture of a panda printed upon it. He found this to be utterly adorable, and felt it went perfectly with his skirt. Pink, lacy ankle socks were next, adding a little splash of colour to his outfit. Shoes were yet to be obtained, something to come at a later date.

Smiling again, he ran fingers through his silky, blonde and delicate wig. He'd certainly have to seek out some make up tips eventually, though the fact he was naturally androgynous looking and on the "cute side" helped to sell him as being a woman. Grabbing his phone, he couldn't help but snap a few selfies. He felt good about himself for the first time in years, and wished he could show it off to someone for once.

During all of this though, two things hadn't occurred to him. The first was a simple error, in that his phone currently failed to lock correctly unless the button was pressed and held down for between 7 and 10 seconds.

The second, and most fatal mistake, was the fact his older brothers both had easy access to his bedroom at most times. They'd not been home whilst Robby was indulging himself in his new outfit, so the idea that anybody would discover him in this getup certainly wasn't a factor in his current thoughts. He was much too focused on getting his clothes just right! Not that he planned to wear them long at all.

Leaving the main part of his bedroom to head into the en-suite bathroom he had, any sounds from his bedroom would soon be drowned out by the running water of the shower, and his own (Admittedly quite tuneful) singing.

As such, he didn't hear his older brothers entering his room, nor the malicious laughter or comments coming as they copied his recent selfies across to the phones they owned. He most certainly wasn't currently aware of the fact they were uploading the images to Facebook, Instagram or Twitter either, where friends of both them and himself would soon be able to see them.

In fact, he'd not been aware of this until sometime later, when he'd discovered the images upon checking his own Facebook feed. A horrible sinking feeling washed over him upon first catching sight, dread and nausea washing over him as he scrolled slowly down. Not even daring to glance at the reactions, the number of comments hit him with a new pang of terror.

150 in the last two hours alone. Not wishing to read them, he lay upon his bed. Sleep would never come that night, and he lay awake listening to the sounds of messages and notifications, daring not to check a single one, yet unable to bring himself to log off. It was as though he was punishing himself for being vain enough to take the images. (Despite vanity being something he'd never indulged in!)

Love, No Matter What.

@RisendrakeSure.

The Sweet and The Sour. (Shy "Girl" x Punk Girl.) 18+ for mature themes.

Punk Girl x Shy Girl.

This story line will deal with the following;

Racism, abuse, neglect. Implied drug use, sexual activity (Implied and preferably not depicted), interracial relationship, bullying, gender identity.

Y/C is a punk through and through. She comes across as cold and heartless, and she's in with the wrong crowd indeed. Her grades are poor, her attitude worse. She is one warning away from being kicked out of the school, and one more chance away from going to Juvie/Prison. Drinking, smoking, partying all night long. She acts out the best she can, for reasons not known to others.

M/C on the other hand is a misfit too. Born as "Charles McKenzie", she now goes by the name "Charlotte McKenzie", or just "Charlie". Shy and kind, she's the sort of girl who puts others before herself though she tries her hardest to be happy too. She has been using feminine pronouns and the name Charlotte for the last year or so, and is often picked on for it. Despite this, she still loves dressing like she does and refuses to allow anybody to stop her doing so.

Despite the fact they're from different backgrounds and social circles, our characters become the best of friends rather quickly when paired together on a project. Charlie adores her, and unlike some of her less.. pleasant classmates doesn't seem to care that she is African-American. Charlie likes Y/C for being herself, and for how fabulous she looks with her hair styled like it is, and the clothes she wears.

Its up to you why Y/C likes Charlie so much.

I kinda figured plot wise, it'd be romance between the pair. Exploring why they get treated like they do by some members of society, and the hate they get for the fact they're in an interracial, "immoral" relationship when they begin dating.

Love, No Matter What.

@The Hornet Yeah, sure.

Love, No Matter What.

This story line will deal with the following;

Racism, abuse, neglect. Implied drug use, sexual activity (Implied and depicted), interracial relationship, bullying.

Y/C is a punk through and through. She comes across as cold and heartless, and she's in with the wrong crowd indeed. Her grades are poor, her attitude worse. She is one warning away from being kicked out of the school, and one more chance away from going to Juvie/Prison. Drinking, smoking, partying all night long. She acts out the best she can, for reasons not known to others.

M/C on the other hand is a.. well, nerd. He is quiet and reserved, tending to keep himself to himself. He fits in with no crowd at all, often the target of bullying and teasing. He's actually a grade ahead, and is working his hardest to get into university and to achieve his dream job. He is rather arty too, and spends a lot of his spare time in the art room. He loves to paint and draw, though never really shows his art to others.

The two have never interacted, though this changes when they're paired together for a project. Despite thoughts, they actually get on very well. They find they're comfortable around the other, and soon are hanging around together. Her grades improve, and he becomes more confident. They start to date, despite the thoughts of others for many reasons.

Yet, he can't help but note.. signs about her. Things that hint all isn't well at home... When he discovers the truth, what can he do to help her? And when he discovers he's partly to blame.. how will he deal with it?

I Love You..

PM is better, and yes, I can see that working. Whilst she learns to be a better person, he'd grow out of his shell with her help and support. He still has a little chubbyness he wants to lose, so I kinda imagine them going for walks or to the gym together too.

I Love You..

I love this idea. Romance and drama are my favorite genres. <3 I love the idea of a romance developing through them overcoming this together. Mind if I give your idea a shot? :)

@DestinyStar

That's fine!

I Love You..

Crying. As James stood in the doorway to one of the art classrooms, a look of sorrow and worry danced on his features as he watched his classmate crying. He could hear the sorrow and despair in her sobs, her tears racing down her face. She seemed to be almost curled up in the corner, and he just wanted to go over and take her into his arms. Hold her, let her cry against him and allow her to let it all out.

"I heard what happened."

James's gentle and warm voice passed his soft lips, as he made his way into the classroom and sat down next to her. His hand reached out and gently touched her own, though he withdrew it so she'd not feel overwhelmed or forced to take it from him. Instead, he sat close enough to allow her to make her own choice as to what she did with him being there. "If you want to talk about it, I'm right here." A small, genuine smile crossed his lips as he drew his knees to his chest and glanced over at the woman.

"But if you are gonna cry against me, please wipe your nose first." It was a gentle teasing, and he clearly meant nothing by it. He just wanted to see if she'd smile for even a second. He was such a gentle soul, and one whom had been through hell at this school. Once rather overweight, he was bullied endlessly for it. He had just.. disappeared one day, and returned nearly a year later with quite a bit of weight loss. He was less likely to talk to others now, but his gentle giant persona was still there. He just wasn't as.. fat, for lack of a better word.

//So, I kinda wanted this to be friendship and eventual romance. James is a gentle sort, kind and sweet though he is anxious when it comes to being social and kinda shys away from talking to strangers or interacting with classmates to a degree. He's rather lonely because of this, and the bullying he's been through in the past.

I kinda thought of two possible ways for Y/C to be played, but of course they don't have to be. The first could be a popular girl who picked on him when he was.. larger, and was perhaps one of the worst offenders when it came to this. He's forgiven people for it, though it took him until a year ago to forgive her.

The other was the more.. gentle one. I kinda imagined Y/C here as an emo girl, someone picked on a lot in her old school. She's been here a month, and James is the only person to be nice to her thus far. He's not aware of the bullying that goes on when he's not near her, and this would be when he finds out about it all. He'd be hiding the guilt he feels at not being able to look after and protect his only ever friend.

also I love the idea that regardless, James's crush on her is a little clear. Kissing his cheek to make him get all embarrassed because she finds it funny and cute how flustered he gets over it.

Lying? Or Protecting Yourself?

//So, it's cliched as all buggary but I kinda like the idea anyway so fuck it.

SO, I want to play a character whom is male to female, and though has not yet transitioned uses female pronouns and dresses as such. For all intents and purposes, unless you know them it's rather difficult to guess their gender.

Recently transferring to an all girl's school, they are to be dormed alone but a mix up results in Charlie (M/C) ending up with Y/C in a room, something they don't want for a number of reasons.

Now, I kinda figured Y/C is the sorta.. queen bee type. Rich, used to getting her own way, popular and well loved with more friends then she knows what to do with. She's the sort whom tends to pick on those less fortunate, though whether that's through upbringing, personality or whatever is really up to you!

Obviously at some point the reveal of Charlie's biological sex would come out. I figured either she'd find out by accident, walking in on him OR it'd be pushed out forcefully by a rather cruel bully.

We could sorta focus on how things change. I love the idea that she seems angry with him, as though Charlie hid it all these months to hurt her when infact she's more cross that he doesn't make himself look as adorable/cute as he really could be if he tried.