#teroschild

[daywalking]

hey, will you remind me about my own birthday?

“Sure, dude.”

That had to be a joke, there was no way that Stan could possibly forget his own birthday. Right? As far as Kyle could recall he had always been invited to some kind of celebration ( when they were children it was birthday parties with all the other kids, and as they grew older somehow they ended up hanging together. watching movies, playing video games. sometimes with just a couple of close friends, but towards the end of the day it was just the two of them. stan & kyle, super best friends. ) but the more he thinks about it he realizes that there came a point when those silly paper birthday invitations stopped being sent out. It made sense. They were older. Kyle just knew to be there with Stan, to celebrate another year.

Except Stan never made a mention of his birthday; it was strange he never realized until now that he put more effort into celebrating than Stan did himself, but he seemed happy? “You know I’m coming over, party or not.”

[ratdied]

no  i’m  not  a  PUSSY

[feisty-cxrls]

“ perfection… ”

Sweet Nothings

Kyle was a little embarrassed to honest, his face was already flush and his breathing was already slightly heavy and they hadn’t done anything yet as lay under Stan, shirt pulled up over his lightly freckled chest “You really think so...?” he asked his voice just above a whisper.

[smileduponyou]

teroschild replied:

... Dude.

He doesn’t even look up, still writing the paper he’d been working on for the last two hours.

“What, Stan?”

@teroschild

[daywalking]

Lays on him ok ok

He made a big mistake when he dropped face down on his bed because a couple of minutes later Stan was in his room, then Stan was on top of him. There’s a slight struggle as he tries to get Stan off but it’s not one he puts much effort into. His friend was seeking closeness and he was willing to give it. 

“How long do you plan to stay up there?”

[youbxstards]

teroschild replied to your post: //I’m thinking of remaking my icons But I have...

remake em slowly and when you got enough - just dump the old ones? :O

//that's a good idea tbh, I might do that! Thank you!

[didharm]

                                                    ❝      hey  !    stan  ---      ❞    the  girl  rushes  over  to  the  boy’s  side  ,    concerned  brows  furrowing  together  .    she’d  been  meaning  to  talk  to  him  ever  since  the  incident  .    sure  ,    she  hadn’t  exactly  leave  things  off  with  everyone  on  a  good  note  .    she  felt  terribly  guilty  for  the  things  she’d  said  and  did  to  all  the  others  in  the  past  ,    but  just  because  she  was  an  asshole  before  didn’t  mean  she  can’t  be  worried  now  .

                                                    after  all  ,    the  boy  was  SHOT  .        ❝      is  your  arm  okay  ?    i - i’ve  been  meaning  to  ask  .      ❞        // @teroschild liked for a starter !

[iilovedalone-blog]

i can still relate to you /;

      “I dunno on what, but whatever it is, I’m sorry to hear it.”

[smileduponyou]

@teroschild continued from x

Really, he had reacted on instinct more than anything else. The blond’s brain had only been able to comprehend two things: Stan and the very rapidly approaching car. So of course his hand shot out and snagged hold of the other boy by his coat, hauling him back and unintentionally into his arms in doing so. 

“Long time no see, indeed. Maybe look up once in a while, Stan?” he’s teasing of course.

[ohmygoddude]

☾

@teroschild - manhandling starter prompts- from here.

ok, ok, he had no idea how this happened but he wasn’t necessarily complaining either. . big blue eyes stared down at his best friend who had accidentally broken his fall from the plugde they had both taken when they finished play fighting from Stan’s bed. this was really awkward, huh? but he couldn’t seem to move. it had started when they were just munching on junk food and watching Terrance & Phillip but then KYLE had to go and ask him which one he thought was the better one out of the dou. Of course, Stan had a fondness for Terrance ( probably because they both had dark hair ) but then the jew had go and be sassy by saying that Philip was better. . which he totally wasn’t! They could have stopped and ended their little immature bickering there but even a playful shove that Kyle had given his back had kicked his instinct into high gear. they were both very competitive boys ; they knew better.  

                    rolling around, they had take a dive on the floor.  OUCH! ❝ dude, are you okay? I’m sorry! ❞ he was probably heavy but the other probably didn’t  break anything. .  well, at least, Stan hoped not. either way, he went to move off:  ❝ again, sorry, sorry. ❞ whatever they had been fighting about was long and forgotten.

Kyle didn't know what to do or say, since the fall had hurt indeed, but it had mostly taken him by surprise. His eyes widened and coughed out a cackle, which soon became a chortled laugh. 

"Jesus Christ, dude, what the fuck." He covered his face with both hands to calm himself down, but it didn't work. He just couldn't stop himself- the whole situation was so childish, getting into an illogical fight due to a show! They weren't twelve years old, for fuck's sake!

[daywalking]

Pat Pat his head 👋🏼

What exactly was Stan up to? His attempt to lean away gets him nowhere and so the next time Stan’s hand comes down, Kyle opts to bite it. Not hard, no, maybe it was more of a playful nip. “Dude, what was that for?”

[youbxstards]

@teroschild :

                           oh come on! he was fine. it wasn’t like stan was hungover or anything! he hated being babysat like that, it didn’t matter who it was. Cartman ( who would never but he’s just using him as an example ) or his super best friend Kyle.        did   not   matter, okay?    anyways, he tried his hardest not to seem annoyed but. . you could totally see it on his face ; eyes narrowed when kyle’s palm made contact with his chest to push him back in bed. determination for different reasons in both their visions . . he wasn’t one to give up without a bit of a fight anyways.  ❝ dude, i’m not a little kid and you aren’t my mom to tell me to stay in bed. ❞  it wasn’t that he wasn’t appreciative or whatever but he was a growing teenager and he wanted to make his own choices. his own mistakes. kyle out of anyone should understand. but . . stan a lot more tired than he cared to admit as he found himself still  in bed.

❝ i’m stay here because i want to, ’kay?  not  because you have your hand on me.  ❞  then sighed as he leaned back on his bed. his head was pounding, beaten and this wasn’t good. he needed some damn medicine.  ❝ will you at least go get my real mom and tell her to bring her the tylenol, please? i feel like i got hit by a bus. ❞     stan will eventually say thanks but not right now. he was in one of his moods, after all, he hadn’t slept in over seventeen hours. but his best friend didn’t need to know that.

"Good, because if you try to get up again I'm gonna sit on you to make sure you stay." Kyle would ignore the first part, at least for now. "You're moms not home, other wise I would smartass." The redhead moved to get up, halfway there he took his plaid shirt off that he was wearing like a jacket and tied it around his waist as he left the room. Diseapring into the hall of his house and coming back a few minutes later with a water bottle and some Tylenol. Kyle sat at the side of the bed, setting the water bottle between his legs so he could open the bottle of Tylenol. It seemed on his way up he'd popped some gum into his mouth because he was chewing on some as he opened the lid and placed some pills in Stan's hands then moved on to open the water bottle. 

"I'm gonna make you something to eat, do you need anything else?" 

[ratdied]

i’m  being  BULLIED