IT IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES [COMPLETED]

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requested by @shannon1300: "can i request the Neibolt house scene but the reader dating Stanley?"

A/N: thank you for requesting so much!!

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Neibolt Street. The one place in the world you did not want to be right now. You wanted to be cuddled up next to your boyfriend Stanley on his couch and watching stupid cartoons.

But, you were doing it for Bev. You were scared to face Pennywise again after hearing how freaked out it made Stanley and from your own experience.

Drowning.

Dirty sewage water filled your bedroom a couple of days ago, and no one heard your screams at first. You stood up on your bed, desperately trying to keep your head above the water. A red balloon was floating on top of the water over to your head.

When it was a few feet away from you, the balloon popped and Pennywise showed up. Before he could grab you, your mom walked in, confused with all the noise that was coming from your room.

No words came out of your mouth as you stood there, wondering how she couldn't see all the drenched sewer garbage surrounding your room.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Stanley's hand was placed in yours and started moving towards the house. He rubbed his thumb over your hand and gave you a frightened smile to try to calm you down.

The group made their way straight to the basement where Bill said he saw the well last time. Luckily a rope sat in the corner that they could use to lower themselves.

You went right before Stanley and slowly crouched into the tunnel with the other boys. When Stanley rejoined the group, you sat and waited for Mike.

Everyone got caught up in the screaming coming from up above that you didn't realise Stanley had let go of your hand. When Henry fell down the well, and you covered your mouth in fear, you noticed that you didn't have to shake Stan's hand away.

You turned back to where he was a second ago, but all you saw was the rest of the tunnel.

"Guys, Stan's gone," You breathed out and crawled towards the exit.

The losers followed close behind, and you all shouted, trying to find him. You ran ahead of the group until you were met with his screams and a large, red, circular door.

The club caught up to you and helped pry the door open.

Your heart got caught in your throat when you saw the wretched portrait lady with her fangs sunk into Stanley's face. Your brain couldn't function, and you didn't even realise that you were screaming until the rest of the losers club ran into the room.

"What the fuck is that thing?" Richie managed to get out when he saw the lady detach herself from Stan's face.

Before IT had made its way across the room, you were by Stanley's side. Tears were falling at a rapid pace when his eyes didn't open.

The rest of the losers surrounded him as Pennywise disappeared. He immediately started screaming at the group, "You left me! You took me into Neibolt! You're not my friends! You made me go into Neibolt!"

"Baby, I'm so sorry! I'm so fucking sorry for all of this!" Your heart was shattered as you took in the blood dripping off his face and tears running down his cheeks.

You tried to calm him down with a hug, but he pushed you away in anger. The whole group attacked him with a group hug so he couldn't push them all off. The losers said they were sorry for leaving him even though they were pretty sure he left them.

Eddie was the one to notice that Bill had abruptly left and called out for him. Stan looked down at you laying on his chest and kissed your forehead.

You smiled up at him and met his lips before having to leave and find Bill. The rest of the night was a blur of trauma. Beverly was floating in the air without pupils, Georgie was officially dead, Bill had been captured by Pennywise, and IT's head slowly dissolved before he dropped down a well.

Your head was filled with chaos when you thought back through the night walking home with Stanley while his hand was threaded together with yours.

You had made it to the road that separated your two houses from each other. You turned to say goodnight to Stanley, but he interrupted your thoughts, "I'm sorry for yelling at you back there."

"It's alright. It was scary, and you were mad at all of us. Honestly, if you weren't freaking out and yelling, then I would be worried."

You wrapped your arms around Stan's middle and nuzzled your head into his neck. His arms came to lay on top of your shoulders and placed his head on yours.

"Could I stay over? I don't think I can let you go after all of that." Stan pulled back and looked down at you.

You smiled at how thoughtful he was being with how you were taking the trauma.

"Yeah, of course."

Stan's little worried frown turned upwards into a smile while he leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. The action made your smile grow as you lead him over to your house.

You dragged Stanley up the stairs into your room like many nights before. Once he changed into sweats that you kept over for him, he crawled into bed behind you. His arms wrapped around your middle, and his head rested in the crook of your neck.

Your last thought before drifting off into a peaceful sleep was how much he felt like home.