It Imagines/Preferences (+ cast!)

Stay (Stan the Man)

A/n: who gave my dog the right to be so cute

WARNINGS: SPOILERSSSSSS !!!!!!!! also it's older Stan

      Stan sighed, running his hand through his messy curls. This was supposed to be a relaxing day for Stanley, however, at this moment, he was nothing but relaxed.
      "I SWEAR I placed all the puzzle pieces in a neat pile right HERE." He pointed to an empty spot on his table, frowning slightly at the lack of a puzzle piece. The one he needed to complete the darn thing.
      Sighing yet again, he leaned down to look at his carpet. There, lied the said puzzle piece, directly under the table. It mocked him as he stared at it, just wanting to complete the puzzle Y/n had sent him in the mail.
        "Stanley?? Stan where are you-Oh Stanley!" Speaking of Y/n, the female burst through Stan's door, fright written clear on her face as she searched for said man. He bolted up, whacking his head on the table in the process. She ran towards him, throwing her purse on the couch before engulfing the man in a bear tight hug.
       "Y/n? What-what's going on? Why are you here?!" Stan questioned, worriedly patting her back in the hopes of comforting the jittery girl. She pulled back, bewildered at his question.
       Had he not got the call? Has the news not registered? Does he even have a clue what this means?
      Millions of thoughts ran through her mind as she gazed into his eyes, searching for any answer.
       Then, the questions ceased as an awful ringtone blared out from Stan's phone. He glanced at it, but choice to ignore it and turned back to the girl. Y/n shook her head, looking back at the phone.
       "Stanley you-you have to pick that up. You.....you have to." She choked out, holding back a cry as she delved into the man's shirt, her hands shaking against its material.
       Stan, concerned and HIGHLY confused, abided and picked up the phone. He bitterly greeted the mystery number, before a wave of shock coursed through him.
       Mike? Mike Mike? Calling? All these years later? That could only mean...
       "Well I-I have things to do first..." Stanley dragged on, looking down at Y/n, who's shaking had gotten quite worse.
       "Yes Mike. Things to do. As in marrying a girl I should have a long time ago." At this, Y/n shot up, hurt, but most of all surprised at Stan's declaration. Through their letters, he's never once mentioned anyone, and he wasn't one to keep secrets with her. She would know more than anyone, as she has been in love with him for the last 27 years and has continuously checked up on his love life.
       "What-"
       Stan yanked the phone away, covering the speaker as he interrupted her, "I was going to ask you on a date first but seeing as THIS is happening I'm asking as soon as possible so Y/n will you marry me?" Stan bit his lip, hoping the information Beverley fed him wasn't a lie. He had been in touch with her prior regarding his feelings for his childhood crush to which she said, (and i quote) "OH MY GOD JUST ASK EACHOTHER OUT ALREADY YOU IDIOTIC BUMBLING MORONIC AS-"
     In a daze, Y/n nodded a quick yes, leaning in as well to capture his lips in hers. It was quick and rushed, but still sweet and meaningful.
       "You and L/n? Has she finally confessed after all these years?" Mike's voiced blared through the phone, making Stan blush as he accidentally put it on speaker.
       "No, I finally grew a pair." He sheepishly smiled, watching Y/n blush and look away. She was still just as timid when it came to Stan, if not more.
       After a bit of arguing and solemn vows, Stan hung up the phone, browns furrowed. He did not picture the day he got engaged to look like this.
       "I have to be there tomorrow..." He lead on, but his voice caught in his throat and he lost the strength he needed to finish. With one final glance at his phone, Stan broke down, grabbing at his hair with all his might as he crumbled to the ground. Y/n soon followed, wrapping her arms tight around the man as he whimpered.
She offered him reassuring and hushed compliments, doing anything she could to help calm him down. With one last croak, the noises ceased as he blankly stared at the phone. He sat, pondering and pondering. Should he? What about the others? Y/n? He was going to start a family...
"Stan look at me..." He didn't budge, "Stan! Please..." Stan finally moved, shifting his gaze over to the wounderous goddess before him. she pouted, tracing the frown that condemned his lips.
"Y/n.."
"We're not going, Stanley," She flat out spoke, no hesitance written anywhere along her face, "I know what we said all those years ago, but Stanley we've grown! We're not children anymore! We have responsibilities now, we can't just drop them to go run around in the sewers. I know the fight their facing is big, but so is ours. So Stanley please....stay with me?" She finished, the tears finally leaking from her eyes as she closed them softly. She knew what she was saying was selfish of her, but she knew if he felt obligated to go, he might do something stupid, and she needs him. Now more than ever.
       "Y/n I....I don't know if I'd be able to live with myself if I didn't go...we promised..." He whispered, his voice cracking as he repeated promise over and over again until Y/n hushed him with a quick peck on the lips.

       "Either we go, or we don't go at all Stanley. It's up to you, but if you truly don't want to go, then don't." She whispered back, rubbing her thumbs against his cheeks as he equally rubbed her hands in return. He finally sighed, drawing his eyebrows close together as he closed his eyes for a moment.

       "How about we go on that first date, then we'll talk."

OK I PROMISE I WASN'T GONNA MAKE ANOTHER STAN FIC RIGHT AFTER THE LAST BUT THIS WAS AN OLD DRAFT WAITING TO BE FINISHED SO I'LL PUBLISH SOMETHING ELSE THAT ISN'T STAN RELATED (i hope 😳)