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  1. Hi all, Just an idea I had floating around in my head for a while. Hope you like it. ……… The door swung open, and Arthur Volkmeyer turned to look. “Hey Art, I’m home,” came a voice from the entryway. His brother Skylar stood in the doorway. Kicking off his red converse, the preteen pulled his school backpack off his shoulder, adjusting the hood of the fleece hooded onesie he wore. Art smiled. Sky always had a unique style, having rocked unique fashion such as kilts and “male polish” among other avant-garde looks over the past year, but the grey and purple onesie he had customized for Christmas had been one of his favorite recent outfits. Art had bought it for him, helping Sky to customize the jumpsuit to his liking. The boy stopped at the side table and dumped his school ID, keys, and phone out of the front patch pocket, and his wallet out of one of the zipped side pockets. “I put your key back in its hiding place,” he called. “Thanks man,” Art called. Sky made his way into the kitchen, pulling the cerise zipper of his onesie down an inch and running his hand through his blonde-streaked undercut before sitting down at the kitchen table, “You got everything ready for tonight?” “Yep, got pizza, soda, and even some of those good danishes for breakfast tomorrow.” He replied. Art knew Sky had been looking forward to this for a while. Their parents were out of town on business, so Art, being over a decade older than the preteen Skylar, had been tasked with babysitting for the weekend. “Yeheaa,” Sky exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. “Ready for some Ready or Not?” “Only if you’re ready…or not,” Art said, smiling. Sky stood up from the table and headed for the living room, “Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide,” he sang, “You know, they totally missed out not using that song in their trailer, as far as I can remember at least.” And so the night had gone, the pair playing video games and watching movies, until late into the night, before the pair headed off to bed. A knock on his bedroom door woke Art up later that night. Sky stood in the doorway, looking worried, wearing his onesie, as he had not brought any official pajamas. “Hey, Sky, what’s up?” Art asked. Sky lowered his onesie’s hood, his blue eyes shimmering in the darkness. He put his hands into the patch pocket and walked over to the edge of Art’s bed. He sighed, and ran his hand once more through his blonde-streaked brown hair. “Art?” He asked, voice weak, “can we…talk?” “Sure, Sky,” Art said, sitting up and motioning for Sky to sit next to him, which he did. The cold Wisconsin moonlight filtered in from outside to light them as Sky spoke. “Well…this is gonna sound stupid but…I had a nightmare,” Sky said. Art didn’t laugh. Sky had always been sensitive, always considerate of people’s emotions and sensitive to sad or upsetting content, “Hey,”Art said, wrapping an arm around Sky and pulling him close, “It’s okay. Everyone gets one every now and then. What was it about?” “Yeah I was in school and I had just finished some test, and I was walking back out through the school in the dark, and there was no one around. There was a light at the end of the hall and I knew that was where it was safe, so I ran through the dark hall, and somehow I got turned around, and I remember thinking ‘help me, help me, oh God help me how did I get turned around in a straight hall?’ and then,” Sky paused for a moment and chuckled, “I heard someone dropping something on the floor, little things, and I remember yelling ‘why are they dropping skittles, help me’ and then I woke up. I don’t know why the skittles…at least I think I yelled skittles, was scary, but it was. Weird.” “Well,” Art said, “Come on, kiddo, you’re bunking with me tonight.” “I’m not a little kid,” Sky insisted weakly. “I know you’re not, but part of being mature is knowing when you need a little help. Now come on buddy, lay down here with me.” Art eased himself back as Sky scampered under the covers, his bare feet skirting against Art’s legs as he found a comfortable place. “Come here, buddy, reach for the Sky,” he whispered as he wrapped an arm around SKy, using a cheesy phrase from their youth. He giggled before snuggling into the embrace. “That’s such a cheesy line,” Sky said. “Cheesy is good.” Art replied, Sky arranged his onesie’s hood across his shoulders as he settled into the bed, “I wonder what that dream meant,” he mused. “I don’t know,” Art mused, “You know, you’re too hard on yourself. You…always give so much of yourself. You…well you have always been you. You’re not afraid to try new things or new styles or new foods. I…just want you to know how awesome that is. I’m so proud of you.” Throughout this speech, Sky’s face had scrunched up more and more and he had turned his head more and more into the pillow. Art tightened the embrace as he continued, “I know I don’t see you all the time like I used to, living over here and such, but I want you’ll to know, I am so proud of you. You are such a wonderful, brave person and I will always be here for you, no matter what, okay?” Sky had fully geared up now, burying his face into his brother’s shoulder as he choked out a sob. “Hey, hey,” Art whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Sky choked out a sob-laugh and smiled, tears streaming down his cheeks, “Thanks, I…know you didn’t just. It’s…I’m always like this.” “And that’s a good thing,” Art replied, taking an edge of the pillow and wiping Sky’s cheeks and eyes with it, “Being able to express your feelings is a wonderful gift that not everyone has. Cherish that.” “Thanks,” Skylar repeated again, “You…said I was brave?” “I did,” Sky replied. “Well, there is one thing that I’ve been thinking about for a while and…I wanted to let you know.” “What is it?” Art asked, “You can tell me anything, you know that.” “Well…I think I may be…bisexual,” Sky choked out, “I’ve thought about it for a while and I think I am.” “That’s cool, “Art replied, smiling, “I know mom and dad won’t mind, although I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to.” “I don’t mind if you do but I will when they get back. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” “Great, here,” Art said, motioning for Sky to raise his head so he could flip the pillow, “There we go, come here, buddy,” Art pulled Sky close again, ruffling his hair. Sky giggled and settled into the embrace. They lay like that for a moment, content in the silence and the comforting presence of the other. Art eventually spoke up. “You know, when you were little mom or dad would always sing to get you to go to sleep.” He whispered. “I don’t need a lullaby,” Sky replied, chuckling. “Shut up, my bed, my rules, now…what do we have…” “You wanted me here, but okay,” Sky joked as Art thought of a tune. “Starry, starry night, paint your palate blue and grey…” “Hey,” Sky piped back up, “are you trying to make me cry again?” “Sorry,” Art replied, “How about…stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper I love you..” “Are we World War 1 soldiers having a flashback?” Sky quipped. “Well I don’t know. Those are just the songs I had in my head,” Art replied, smiling. “No, no, that’s cool. Just joking,” Sky replied. “Well, that’s all the lyrics I know so…humming it is,” Art said, “You know. I love you, kid. I’ve always got your back, okay?” “Love you too,” Sky replied, smiling. Art ruffled Sky’s hair playfully and the pair settled back down. Art continued to hum “Dream a Little Dream of Me”, mixed with the occasional attempt at lyrics, as he stroked Sky’s hair gently with his thumb. Eventually Sky’s breathing slowed, and he drifted off to sleep, snuggled into his brother’s cozy embrace, and Art closed his eyes, both of the pair finally falling into a peaceful, nightmare-free sleep. ……… This is just a first draft, so any feedback would be encouraged. Should I add more to the beginning or is it good as-is? I wanted to get the important details out in the beginning but have the late-night heartfelt stuff be the main focus, without too much unnecessary fluff. Sky’s nightmare was a real one I had a while ago. Hope you enjoy. Cheers.
  2. Tim Sighed as he watched the moving truck pull away. In the span of a week he had left the house he had lived in all of his life and moved with his mother and brother clear across the country so his mom could start a new job and they could start a new life. Even though his mother assured him things would be great and everything would get back to normal soon, he wasn’t convinced he had left behind his dad and all of his friends and it was almost be much for the 17 year old to take. A tear slid down his cheek as he looked out the window appraised his new neighborhood. A tennis ball flew by his head bounce off the wall beside him he flinched in response. He heard a chuckle from behind him and turned to find his younger brother Trent leaning against his door frame. “What do you want” Tim all but whined, he was trying to sound brave, he failed. He couldn’t help it Trent just intimidated him. It didn’t help that dispute being a full three years younger Then him Trent was a full foot taller. He also showed all the signs of being deeply in the throes if puberty a state which thus far seemed to totally bypass Tim. There was a glint in Trent’s eyes which told Tim his brother wasn’t happy with his statement and that never boded well for the smaller boy. He took a deep breath trying to steady himself “I mean... what’s up” he said in a calmer tone. Trent smiled at his brother “ God you’re such a wuss” his brother shrugged “anyway pipsqueak get downstairs mom wants to talk to us” without saying another word Trent turned and bounded down the stairs. There was something in Trent’s voice that worried Tim, a tone that told him he knew something Tim didn’t. He sighed again and slowly walked down the stairs. In the living room he found his mother sitting on the sofa and Trent sitting in the armchair that had once been their father’s spot. If he had thought about it it might have bothered Tim that his younger brother had taken their father”s chair despite the fact that he was older but he didn’t have time to think about this as his mother patted the spot next to her “Timmy sweetheart come sit next to mommy please” still feeling confused Tim shuffled over to his mother and sat “umm what’s up mom” he looked from his brother to his mother waiting for an answer. He couldn’t help but notice the triumphant look on his brothers face as their mother began “Timmy I... we wanted to talk to you about a few things, I know that the divorce was hard on you, it was on everyone and I know you miss Daddy but it’s no secret that I haven’t been a fan of your behavior lately, you’ve been talking back and saying fresh things, you don’t do your chores, you barely shower but that’s all in the past, we all have a fresh start now so I expect you to do your best to try and act like a big boy from now one. Now you know I start my new job tomorrow and I really need things to go smoothly while I’m at work so I’ve made a decision from now on when I’m not here Trent is in charge” Tim blinked trying to absorb the statement “that’s not... but I’m older” he finally exploded. Their mother stayed calm “you may be older Sweetheart but your behaviors lately has shown me that you’re not a big boy, not really. But that’s okay Timmy, Age is just a number and we all grow at different speeds, I think you’re still very much a little boy which is why you act the way you do. But Trent well he’s a bit more developed” she looked at her younger son with pride “which is why I feel comfortable leaving him in charge when I’m not here” Tim jumped to his feet advancing on his mother “Mom this is completely unfair, you can’t do, this I won’t listen to him I... I hate you” before he could say another word he felt a hand on his shoulder and Trent spoke “that is enough little boy! If you can not speak to mom in a respectful way then this conversation is over go to your Room now Timothy ” Trent was so much bigger then him and he sounded so much like their dad that Tim visibly deflated. He looked from Trent to their mom then ran to his room. Storming into his room Tim threw himself down onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow as the tears started. He couldn’t help it, whenever he got upset he just cried and he knew this was part of the reasons he was seen as immature. There was a noise from behind him telling Tim that he was not alone. Trent spoke from the doorway “thanks for making this easy tiny Tim you just proved Moms point better then I ever could and sealed your own fate” “shut up and leave” Tim called out from his pillow. Trent just laughed “oh is the baby crying, what else is new I guess. You know Timmy this is happening and the sooner you accept it the better”. He walked away leaving Tim to cry himself out. Sometime later Tim awake, blinking he looked at the clock. It was midnight be had fallen asleep, he slept through dinner, he was just thinking how hungry he was when he noticed a sandwich and glass of milk on his bedside table shrugging he sat up and grabbed the sandwich, it was peanut butter and jelly shrugging again he started to eat. He was hungry, he didn’t notice the mess he was making it the crumbs that were falling. He finished the sandwich then drank his milk in two gulps. With a burp beset the dishes down. He thought about going to the bathroom but didn’t want to risk running into anyone so he laid back down quickly falling back to sleep until morning. Tim opened his eyes blinking at the sun. He knew he was upset, he just couldn’t remember why. Then it hit him and he groaned. He wanted to stay in bed all day just to avoid Trent but he knew that would just make things worse. Sighing he pulled back the covers and sat up. Tim stood went over to his dresser to find clothes. Opening the first drawer he found nothing. He repeated this process realizing that none of his clothes had been unpacked yet. He looked down at his outfit. He was wearing the same blue t-shirt and shorts he had on during the drive and the same socks, when had he last changed his socks? Tim shrugged, not seeing another choice he headed down stairs. Stepping into the living room Tim found Trent once again sitting in his dads chair seemingly waiting for him. The taller boy smiled “ morning tiny Tim, take a seat we have lots to talk about.
  3. My idea for the Rp is about two brothers. One about 16 and the other about 24.
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  5. Two baby boys looking for a daddy to keep them happy and safe. Baby Reed is 1-2 and is a newborn babyfur from the US needs love and reassurance is known to have accidents, baby Claye is 4-5 and is from Australia, he is mischievous but sweet, our daddy needs to have lots of time to devote to us. He needs to be firm yet loving. He needs to make sure that both reed and Claye are diapered (Claye needs to be forced as he thinks he is a big boy but continues to wet the bed and his pants) Please email baby reed at redvampire100@gmail.com and reply directly to this post as well if you are interested or have any questions. Thank you
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