IT Oneshots

Favorite Color (Stanley Uris)

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader (Soulmate!au)

Summary: You wanted to move away from Derry because you were convinced that your soulmate was somewhere completely different. Obviously, you were wrong.

Word Count: 1200+

Warning: depression is mentioned once but not in detail

A/N: I refer to your soulmate a lot as "they" (before you find out it's Stan) because I don't know everyone's sexuality and I want to keep it open. Also, all of my fanfictions have gender-neutral readers unless specified otherwise.

Your only plan was to graduate college and get the hell out of Derry. You felt as though the small town suffocated you and was only filled with selfish people that never cared for anyone but themselves. You learned at a young age that taking care of yourself and not burdening others was one of the key things in life, but you couldn't help but hope that one day, you'd meet them.

Your soulmate was the one person that you'd be selfish for. You'd scream, you'd shout, you'd do anything for your soulmate, but you were convinced that whoever they were, they weren't in Derry. I mean, it was a small town and even though you were a pretty unsociable kid, you believed that you'd met and seen just about everyone, but no one has been able to take away the curse that has been haunting you ever since you opened your eyes.

Not everyone has a soulmate, you knew that. Some of your friends growing up would point at dresses and say how pretty they were and just go on about the colors. When you were 5, one of your friends asked you what your favorite color was. It's a simple question and you were pretty surprised she didn't ask sooner looking back at it. When you responded with "What colors?", she scrunched up her nose and asked, "Are you blind?"

Your parents didn't explain it to you until you went home that day crying, claiming that your best friend was afraid of you because you were blind. After that day, you learned how to match colors to different shades of gray.

Your best friend who claimed you were blind moved only a year after the incident and you were determined to keep quiet about your soulmate because you didn't want to scare off any more people. When you started growing, you were thankful you kept it quiet. You never heard about anyone in Derry having a soulmate and you definitely weren't going to be the weird kid that did.

Despite how much you hated the color gray, you couldn't hate your soulmate because you knew they were going through it too. You prayed that they grew up in a town that was more accustomed to having soulmates and, most of all, you prayed that you would eventually find them.

You were lucky, and you learned that from an early age. Your mom and dad didn't have soulmates, they fell in love in college and moved to Derry where they settled down and had you. Unfortunately, their relationship eventually deteriorated and your dad left to "live a better life with his new family". At 6, you were kind of confused about what he meant, all you knew was that he wasn't coming back. Now, though, you wonder how long he'd been cheating on your mother.

At first, your mom didn't react well to the sudden change and started to fall into a depression, but no matter what, she didn't blame it on you. Instead, she stressed how blessed you were to have someone out there that was made just for you and she asked you to promise her that if you ever did find your soulmate, that you would cherish them.

Although you were only 6 when you made that promise, you never forgot it.

You went through middle school telling yourself that you were fortunate to have a soulmate, but you couldn't help but feel a bit weird when someone would ask your favorite color. Your response was always gray, which some kids would argue isn't a color but you didn't care. You despised gray because it kept you from living a normal life, but you loved it because it meant that they were still out there.

You heard that if you ever lost your soulmate, all you would see was red. Out of everything, that was the color you loathed. You knew what it looked like.

A year ago, you saw it, but only for a few seconds. You were watching a movie with your mom, enjoying a bowl of buttered popcorn while snuggled under a soft blanket. You yawned and the next thing you knew, a different color seemed to overpower your vision. Heart starting to pound, you screamed and jumped in shock, knocking the popcorn everywhere. Then, you started to sob.

Your poor mother rushed over to you and tried to get you to tell her what was wrong, but all you could get out was a choked sob. When you opened your eyes again, blurry from the tears that clouded your vision, everything gray again. Your mom said it might have been a figment of your imagination, but you refuse to believe that your own mind could make up such a foul color.

You were walking home from the library when you spotted a group of kids fighting with each other in front of you. You recognized them from your school, but only really knew the name of one of them: Richie Tozier, also known as "Trashmouth". It was hard to miss him at school considering how much trouble he got in with his foul language and suggestive jokes. He was laughing and fighting with another kid with a fanny pack, who you just realized didn't have his cast anymore. And then there was another one you couldn't really see, but you could hear him scoff at them, claiming that they should cut it out.

You tried your best just to walk around them, not wanting to get involved with anything, but that was all ruined when the trashmouth decided to push the curly-haired brunette quite harshly as soon as you were behind him. Not expecting the sudden impact, you fell straight to the floor, your backpack doing nothing to cushion the fall. You grimaced a bit, slightly in pain, but it was mainly just embarrassment. When you opened your eyes again, ready to stand back up, you completely froze. It seemed the person who was standing in front of you was in the same state of shock, hand frozen in front of him like he was going to help you up but couldn't say anything.

Your eyes shot up to his, and you had to force yourself not to get lost in his eyes, but you were convinced that you could stare at them for the rest of your life. It was like an instant connection, it was like you knew him for the longest time even though you didn't even know his name.

"Holy shit. Stan, are they your-"

"Shut up, Richie" Your soulmate scolded, finally breaking the silence between you two. After sending a glare to his friend, he offered you a hand and helped you stand up, apologizing for hitting you. You didn't say it, but you said to yourself that he could run into you any time of the day.

"I'm Stanley," Your soulmate introduced himself, not taking his eyes off of yours.

"Damn Stan, if you keep looking at them like that, they'll think you're a pervert."

You ignored his comment, instead, smiling at Stanley and saying, "I'm (Y/N)."

After a few moments of silence, your soulmate broke eye contact and cleared his throat. "D-Do you want to go to the Quarry with us?" When you didn't answer right away, he added in, "Only if you want to."

You laughed and nodded your head, telling him that you would love to go.

The next time someone asked you what your favorite color was, you said brown.

I hope you liked it! If you requested something, I'm working on it so don't worry! This wasn't supposed to be that long, it was originally a drabble but I couldn't stop myself from writing. Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely day/night.