IT IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES [COMPLETED]

MASTERPIECE - S.U

request: omg i loved warmth so much it was so good! can i have a pt. 2 maybe? i'd more besties and lovers moments of y/n and stanley

clearly this is a part 2 of 'Warmth' so if you haven't read that pls read it first
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The blazing hot sun beat down on you in Stan's jersey as you sat on the bleachers waiting for him to be done with his baseball practice. You were taking in his features as he stood on the pitching mound reeling up for his next throw.

You couldn't believe how long it took you to truly confess your feelings for one another. You catch yourself looking back on how obvious you two had been with each other regularly. Catching him staring at you in math class, always gravitating towards one another during social settings, and how he would remember the little things.

He always had a hair tie around his wrist for you, especially if you were going to the quarry since you like having your hair out of your face. He remembered that you still didn't like to order your own food, even though you seemed like an outgoing person.

The coach's piercing whistle dragged you from your thoughts of Stanley. You began to pack up your homework that you were supposed to be working on and headed down the bleachers. When you got closer, you heard Bill talking to Stan, asking if he wanted a ride to the arcade to hang out with the losers.

"That's alright. I'll drive me and my girl."

My girl.

You would never get used to hearing him say that. It felt like just yesterday you were setting each other up with completely different people. You laughed at the idea of that now, knowing that you loved him with all your heart.

Woah, you love him.

Of course, deep down you had thought of that before, but at this moment, you couldn't focus on anything else. You turned your head to watch Stanley lead you to his car. He looked like a masterpiece.

Your masterpiece.

He opened the door for you and went around to the driver's side. He turned the radio on to a soft level and looked over at you.

"Hey, are you okay?" Stan's eyebrows furrowed in worry that you hadn't said anything yet.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just lost in my thoughts." You gave him a reassuring smile as he went on to talk about plans for the weekend.

Five minutes passed, and you had pulled into an empty parking spot at the arcade in front of Richie smoking a cigarette.

"Fucking finally. Thought you two would never stop sucking face to join us." Richie teased as he stomped his cigarette into the cement. You laughed sarcastically at his comment while you bumped shoulders walking into the building.

The whole night you sat in your thoughts, wondering if Stan loved you back. Surely he didn't as you had only been dating for three months, but you had known him for four years. Stan noticed you stare blankly as Bev played Pac-Man in front of you.

He walked over and bent down to whisper in your ear. "Come on, let's get out of here." He grabbed your hand after you nodded and told everybody that since it was getting late, he would be taking you home. You got into his truck, and he started on a scenic route.

"Stan, this isn't the way to my house." You laughed at him.

"Yeah, but this place is better. I know there's something on your mind, so I'm taking you stargazing." Stanley lightly smiled as he continued driving.

You ended up in the middle of a field while the sky was pitch black. Stan opened the back door to his truck and got out a blanket.

"And you said it was stupid to have an emergency picnic blanket laying around." Stanley tsked and shook his head at your words from a year ago.

"I stand corrected." You put your hands up in mock surrender.

Your hand fit perfectly with his as you walked further into the field to find a good spot. After a little bit, Stanley decided that this was as dry of grass there was and plopped the blanket down. He laid down on his back and made grabby hands in your direction.

You delicately rolled your eyes at his antics and laid your head in the crook of his neck, focusing on his breathing and heart rate. His hand came up to play with yours that laid on his chest.

"Hmm, what are you thinking about?" You casually asked as if his heart rate didn't speed up while doing a simple gesture.

"You." He easily remarked as he looked down to admire you in all your beauty.

And it was as simple as that. You knew that he loved you back with all his heart and that it would stay that way.

You knew that on your first day at a new school when you stumbled into biology class freshman year late, and the teacher told you off in front of the class, that it was worth it. You knew that you could've sat next to anyone there, but you sat next to a random blond curly-haired boy that's presence blossomed into a friendship then a relationship.

Stanley pulled you up from where you were laying down and wrapped his arms around your waist. Like you had done millions of times before, you snaked your arms over his shoulders and ran your fingers to the nape of his neck.

"What are you doing?" You questioned the boy in front of you.

"Dancing, come on." Stanley started to sway you in his arms gently.

He twirled you around and badly swayed to a weird melody that played in his head. He dramatically dipped you and made you laugh when he almost dropped you. You playfully hit his shoulder in retaliation and rested your head on his chest.

You were content in his arms.

"I love you," Stanley mumbled against your hair as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

A small smile etched its way onto your face at his confession.

"I love you too."