IT Imagines

"i'd rather be with you" (part two)

a/n: part two in this new stan series! enjoy :)
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warnings: mentions of kissing, kissing, one or two mentions of sexual activities, swearing
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between: Stan x Reader
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"I really don't think it's a good idea to do that Richie." You said, sipping on your milkshake as he sat across the table from you.

"Why!" He asked, "I think it would be a great idea." He smirked softly while staring over at you.

"Richie, you do not want to make Stan jealous." You said, staring him down with the milkshake in your hand. Richie rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically.

"Come on, ___. It's a joke, it would be funny." Richie continued on as you stood up, sliding some money across the table and walking out of the small restaurant and onto the streets.

"___, wait!" Richie exclaimed while running out into the streets. You kept walking, not looking back until his hand forced you to turn around.

"What, Richie! What is it! Because I really can't have you making my boyfriend have problems! You know he'd kill you if you did remotely anything sexual with me." You said, pushing him off you a little.

"___, I'm not meaning to make any problems between you and-"

You shook your head. "Yes. You are."

You shoved his hands off of you, walking away from him as he stood dumbfounded in front of the restaurant.

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"Hey, there. Anything interesting today?" You said, climbing up into the tree where Stan was sitting with a book in his hands with binoculars sitting beside him.

"No, nothing really. Not until you got here."

Stan smirked, looking over at you while your face turned slightly red. You continued to climb into the tree, sitting next to Stan on a branch.

He didn't hesitate to pull you closer to him, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, yielding a small hum of happiness from your lips.

"What would you ever do if someone, say, uh, Richie, did something sexual with me? To make you jealous?" You questioned, looking up at him before getting anxious and looking at the birds.

"I'd kick his ass, why?"

You smiled to yourself. "Oh, no reason."

Stan sighed, setting the book down on two balancing branches to keep the book from falling, and took this opportunity to pull you into his lap, leaning against the back of a large trunk.

You laughed loudly. "Stan, we're in a goddamn tree. We could fall and die."

Stan rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, ___. You have that adventurous and daredevil side of you. I know it, considering how often we-"

"Mhmm." You said, nodding quickly to avoid the rest of the sentence. You knew where it was going and with Stan, it just escalated quickly into something you couldn't control.

"You know, when I first met you, I would tell someone they're crazy for shipping us together or assuming we'd end up together." Stan admitted, running his hands through your hair.

"Why?" You asked back, sleepily as you leaned against his chest.

"Because you seem more outgoing and more special than me, then I ever will be." He said, sighing in response to his own statement.

You felt bad. You didn't want him to think he wasn't everything you had ever wanted in life. He was amazing, sweet, badass, and one of the best kissers you knew.

"Stan," You mumbled out sleepily. "You don't have to compare yourself to anyone. You're one of the best people I know and have been looking for in life."

"That's good to know, ___." He responded, but saw your breathing had turned into a steady pattern as you laid limp against his chest.

"That's good to know."

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shorter but part three will be coming!!!!

beep beep friends.

-katherine

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