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• Beverly Marsh • Stanley Uris • Ben Hanscom • Mike Hanlon • Mike Wheeler • Will Byers • Dustin Henderson • Lucas Sinclair • ‘Eleven’ Jane Hopper • Max Mayfield

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#hey! my stan account has been dead forever but check out this sick rp me and my friend made

Kyle didn’t really smoke when he knew he was going to be near his mom, but he probably already smelled like whatever they had in that punch bowl so it didn’t matter as much. Pulling a light and a cigarette out from his pocket, taking a hit and exhaling it through his nose.

He knew he wasn’t straight, 7th grade during swim class when David Rodrigues had his shirt off proved that to him a while ago. That wasn’t the issue for Kyle, it was the fact that he might have had feelings for Stan that bothered him….

This was Stan, his super best friend! How could he like him? Of all people! He was….Kind, and sweet, and sensitive, funny, thoughtful, he loved animals and was always there for him…Not to mention he was so cute and hot and….

Fuck, was he blushing?

Kyle shakes his head back into reality as he looked down, flicking some ash from his cigarette before taking another hit, moving his head into his lap as he let out a groan, this was bad, really bad.

Kyle jumped a bit when he heard Stan’s voice, sitting back up and looking at him for a moment before looking down. Suddenly being near him made his heart thump so loud in his chest he could barely hear his own thoughts, his stomach was doing flips, and yet it felt so good that if he died now he’d have no regrets.

The redhead pinched out the end of his cigarette, putting it back into the box then back into his pocket as the jock spoke. He could hear that Stan was sorry, that he was regretting it. But oddly….he wasn’t, in fact? He wanted to do it again, maybe one that lasts longer, maybe an hour? Stop it kyle you’re expecting too much.

“…..If you throw up on me, I’m gonna kick your ass” Kyle said with a pout, he had to kiss him again, once without the circumstances of a game or peer pressure. And that's what he did, turning Stan’s head to face him and gently placing a kiss on his lips with one hand on his cheek and the other on his chest. The jolt of electricity that went through him when he did, it felt good, feeling his lips on his felt good.

After a good 30 seconds, Kyle slowly pulled away in a slight daze, his face was about as red as his hair. It took him a second to snap out of it, looking surprised more at how he was feeling than anything else. Biting his lip, he suddenly got up with a “Damn it!” before starting to walk away.

“Throw up--? Stan didn’t get the chance to finish his question, the redheads lips suddenly finding his own again. He taste of nicotine, but oddly Stan didn’t find himself minding that at all. As his eyes flutter shut and his hand raises to hold Kyle’s waist, the lips on his own are suddenly gone.

Blue eyes snap open just to see his smaller best friend shoot up and storm off. “Kyle, hold on!” Stumble to a stand, Stan dashes after his Super Best Friend, catching his wrist as he rushed down the sidewalk. “Wait- wait. Shit, dude. What was that about? Why are you running away?”

He honestly didn’t mean to sound as hurt as he did, but it came out sounding that way with his tone of voice. Managing to stop Kyle, Stan’s hand slips down from his wrist to hold his hand instead. “Why... why did you do it again?”

Pressing his lips in a line, Stan’s eyes flickered from the sidewalk ground to the pair of green that were Kyle’s. “Did you like it?” It’s the dead of night, the two of them are standing alone in the cool temperatures of their neighborhood after ditching a stupid highschool part and man. Popping all these questions out at once; Stan was dying for an answer to any of them, if not all.

#;; my rps #youbxstards #STAN / KYLE || i d o n t w a n t y o u t o d i e u n t i l i d o #// SORRY THIS TOOK sO LO N G #// and short too oof oof oof;;;#// aaaahh !!!

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He hated these parties, he didn’t wanna be here, the only reason he went was because Stan asked him to. When they got there he stayed in one of the corners and read to himself, the blaring music making it hard though. He used to like these parties when he was a kid, but he wasn’t a kid anymore, and he tended to be less social then back then. No one really liked him anyway, so why should he hang around them? He’d managed to drop his book when he was suddenly pushed into a closet, yelping when he was tugged then pushed. In the haste Kyle saw who was being pushed inside with him; Stan. That made it better at least, letting out a soft growl as he stared at the door. “This is stupid, who even still plays this game?” He muttered softly as he crossed his arms across his chest like a grumpy child.

The redhead looked up when he felt Stan’s hands touch his shoulders, looking up only to see he’d moved closer. “W-Wait, dude, we don’t have to play this game, we can just say we did. We don’t have to-” His words were cut short when the jock pressed his lips to his, catching his breath in his throat as they kissed.

How long had it been since he’d kissed anyone? It been a while, and for good reason. He didn’t trust anyone, not like that, not after everything he’d been through. The idea of having that with Stan….it scared him a little, but at the same time….his heart was beating so fast and his head was dizzy. When Stan pulled away, he took a deep breath and let air back into his lungs. Was he blushing? He felt like he was, looking like a deer in headlights. He couldn’t think, could just barely breathe, he needed air. But when he reached for the door, he was kissed once more, this time closing his eyes and…kissing back? This time when Stan pulled away, he felt even dizzier than before, like he was in a daze. Kyle could barely even feel Stan’s hand as he walked them out. He could hear someone, but not what they said. Even as they got closer and tried to snap him out of his thought. Blinking a bit, he shook his head back into reality, holding onto his head as he looked up and smiled.

“I-I um….I need some air, e-excuse me-” He said, letting Stan’s hand go and making his way through the dancing teens to get out of the house and into the yard. Even outside the music was blaring and loud, sitting himself on the curb beside someone’s car as he took deep breathes.

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The second Stan feels Kyle’s hand escape from his own, he feels an anxious flip in his stomach. “Kyle, wait--” The red head didn’t listen to his call, quickly storming off with a red face. “Dammnit.” Stan curses under his breath, feeling the eyes of everyone here at the party watching him, watching Kyle leave, all wondering the same questions.

Had he fucked up by actually going through with this stupid game? After the commotion, the other teens attending the high school party go back to their own things, couples kissing in the corners, games of spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven still going on. Stan hadn’t gone to rejoin any of those games; rather he decided to lean back against a wall, picking up a red cup and having a drink. So many thoughts and rambles about how he pulled a stupid move on Kyle quickly runs through his mind at light speed.

It’s only once Stan finishes his drink of liquid courage, five minutes pass and he decides he needs to talk to Kyle after what he just did. The jock pushes past dancing classmates and rushes out the door, only to spot the tuff of red hair sitting on the sidewalks curb underneath a streetlight. With an inhale of deep breath, Stan’s hands find his pockets and he walks over to his best friend, having a seat beside him. “Hey, dude.” The raven is unsure of what to expect; will Kyle lash out and be angry? Confused? Sad?

“I’m... I shouldn’t have. Done that, back in the closet. You’re totally right, it was just a stupid game. I don’t know what I was even thinking.” Annoyed with his own antics, Stan’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. He can barely look to the pair of green eyes beside him.

#;; my rps #youbxstards #STAN / KYLE || i d o n t w a n t y o u t o d i e u n t i l i d o

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My muse is completely drunk and incoherent/Your muse has blackmail over mine.

“Mamma mia, here we go again! My, my, just how much I miss you… Ay dude! Watch where the fuck you’re going!” Eric’s singing was abruptly ended when someone bumped into him and almost made him spill his Martini all over himself.

Well, singing was a gentle way to say that he was bellowing the tunes as he tried to match any tiny silence with a sip from his drink. At 3am and after his fourth glass of whatever white alcoholic drink they served the cheapest that day Eric’s vocal chords were begging for him to shut up and go to sleep.

But this had been his payday and Eric had his perfect ritual of finding some crappy karaoke bar with cheap drinks and a good selection of music and just spend the night hogging the mike for himself while singing to everything from latest pop jams to 80s classics. And it had been just another perfect payday night if this idiot hadn’t interrupted him in his best song of that evening.

“Hey bro… Don’t be mad dude. Sorry forcutting up your jive” Eric almost flinched when a hippie looking surfer guy clapped his shoulder in what was probably the worse apology ever “I was just trying to not step over this other dude you know?” The blond, or fake blond guy pointed to what Eric could only make out as a black blob of something laying on the floor next to a table.

The large brunet rolled his eyes and shook his shoulder from the surfer’s hand “Yeah whatever. I’m going home anyways” The other guy just gave him a completely stoned smile and walked away. Eric put the mic down and finished his drink, going to the bar to pay up his tab and grab his coat, already thinking about the good night of sleep that was awaiting him since it was Friday already.

On his way to the door though, he almost stepped on the guy that was lying on the floor. At least Eric supposed it was a guy. He stopped and looked down “Fucking idiots who can’t hold their booze” Eric was about to leave when something caught his eye, something yellow that was attached to the guy’s wrist. The chubby man looked closer and could distinguish the familiar kind of shitty bracelet that one of his friends always wore since they were little kids.

Crouching and hoping not to see what he thought he would find Eric moved the guy on the floor by his shoulder and cursed under his breath “Fucking hell… What the fuck is this? Stan?” The brunet turned around who he recognized as one of his closest friends and slapped his face gently but firmly enough to wake the other up “Stan! What the hell are you doing here?”

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Sleeping was the most peaceful form you could ever find Stan in. It’s where he could get away from the stresses of the world, his problems and other people. It’s not wonder Eric felt like he enjoyed his presence just like or even especially like this. It unfortunately does have to come to an end eventually, with the said sleeping boy waking up.

When Stan pushes up from the bed and peeks out the window as Eric speaks, he turns back to him, a dark brow raised. “You make it sound like I have a choice in the matter.” Stan ruffles his unruly black hair and it all magically falls back into place; he just had the kind of hair you could do that with. “You’re the boss of me, make me.” Stan almost felt stupid for telling Eric to be more strict with him, but after his nap and now being in the right state of mind, maybe this wouldn’t be too bad of a thing? A funny thought, considering how Stan has always been the ‘glass half empty’ type.

But with Cartman leading him around like this... it gave the raven an excuse to hangout with him more. Over the years, he hated how the two had almost drifted apart, primarily only ever getting to see each other when they happened to run into the other in public or when their group of friends decided to hang out. It was never just him and Eric. Hell, it rarely ever got to be, and it was something Stan always... rather disliked.

His one on one time with Eric was always fun. Stan felt like he could always let more loose around the big brunet, everything when he was with Eric became less of ‘let’s have fun and be moral’ and a lot more ‘let’s do wild, crazy shit, and as long as we don’t get caught, I’ll do anything with you’. Stan can vividly recall that day in the speed boat years ago as children with Eric, they had gotten in trouble and that’s the only reason why Stan regretted that day. But by no means did it mean he didn’t like spending that alone time with the husky man.

“Let’s go.” Stan wanted to stay with him, it was almost a complete 180 spin from his attitude this morning. Ready to go, almost eager, Stan heads to Eric’s apartment door, waiting for the other man there.

#;; my rps #{ rp; im drunk dont tell mom }#samurai-husky #STAN / ERIC || b u n c h a f u r r y s