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Can't Go - Stanley Uris [REQUESTED]

Requested by Brooksworm. Thank you so much for requesting!

Warnings: Mentions of suicide. Swearing.

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(Y/N) Tozier is the twin sister of Richie Tozier. They always got along. They'd do everything together and couldn't imagine a world without one another. In fact, (Y/N) had become apart of the Loser's Club without realizing it. It started with small interactions and, very soon, became a daily thing where she'd tag along to the quarry.

She loved music and you wouldn't find her without her Walkman and her favorite pair of earbuds. She was beautiful. She turned heads immediately as she walked through the door. Her smile captivated everyone who saw her perfect white, straight teeth shone brightly through her lips.

When strange things were happening, (Y/N) was determined to fix the problem. For Bill and his brother. And for the safety of others.

After she had taken one final fearless punch to Pennywise, he knew it was over. As he crawled back into his disgusting and molding well, he disappeared, never to be seen again.

That is, until her husband and her got a call.

"(Y/N)?" Thay had asked through the phone. She didn't recognize the voice but soon felt like she had heard it from somewhere.

"Yes, who is this?"

"It's me. Mike Hanlon. We were friends when we were little."

(Y/N) fumbled with the phone in her hand and frantically tapped the shoulder of her sleeping husband. He snapped his eyes open and flinched at the sudden contact. He stared at his wife, noticing the look of horror on her face. He furrowed his eyebrows and began to shift nervously. He hadn't seen that look since they found out they were having three wonderful bundles of joy instead of one!

'What?' he mouthed to his wife, becoming concerned with her strange behavior. She brought her hand around the phone.

"It's Mike."

Mike? He thought.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"It's back."

"What? The old lady across the street? I swear if she picked my roses-"

"No, Stan. It's back."

Stan's face turned from a look of rage to a look of horror.

"What? No. We- we killed it. It's gone..." he trailed off.

"Mike, let me call you back." She quickly hung up and watched her husband process what's happening.

Stan was shocked as he remembered the scary events he and his wife had experienced as children. He hadn't thought about anything since he left with (Y/N). He gently traced the jagged scar on his palm.

He knew there was no way out of it. He couldn't break the promise, but he knew he couldn't go.

It was stupid, but he knew what he had to do.

He looked at his wife and said he was going to take a bath. He gave her a long and passionate kiss, which took her by surprise. She watched suspiciously as he walked off.

He walked down to his children's room. He and (Y/N) had triplets soon after getting married. One boy and two girls. Leona, Annalise, and Noah. When they were all turning two, they settled down in the very house he was standing in.

They were sleeping. Noah and Annalise had snuck into bed with Leona. They were snuggling together. He smiled, gazing at his children lovingly as they layed there, fast asleep. They looked so peaceful. He couldn't believe they were going to turn five next month.

He softly closed the door and made his way to the master bathroom. He stood above the bathtub, fiddling with his fingers as he pulled himself together.

He was scared. He knew his wife wouldn't forgive him for what he was about to do. He turned the water on and began undressing. Before he unbuttoned his shirt all the way, he started crying.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't leave his children with his wife, all alone. They meant too much to him. Draining the water and buttoning his shirt up, he walked to the living room, where his wife was sitting. She hadn't moved an inch but was listening to music. Although she had earbuds in, appearing to be listening to music from the outside, Stan coukd tell that on the inside she was thinking really long and hard.

She wasn't sure what to do. She had children and a husband. She couldn't risk leaving them and never coming back. Trying to decide, she felt the couch dip down. Startled, she snapped her head to the side. She sighed, holding her chest when she saw Stan.

"You scared me!" She said, chuckling a  bit. "I thought you taking a-"

"I wasn't going to take a bath." Stan interrupted, looking down at his lap, guilty.

(Y/N) stared at him confused for a while. She swore she heard the water turn on. She soon realized what he meant. She gasped, grabbing Stan's hand.

"Tell me you're kidding. This is a sick joke. I swear to god, Stan, if you-"

"Babe! It's okay. Look, I would never leave you. I was just scared. Honey, we can't go. We need to stay and forget about our childhood memories and make good, new ones here. At home. With our beautiful babies."

(Y/N) began crying at the thought of being left alone with triplets. Without a father to love them.

"Love, we promised. They're going to be so disappointed." She rubbed her temple roughly, becoming even more stressed out.

"We didn't even remember them until now. Honey, I don't really remember what happened back in Derrel-"

"Derry. Stan, we lived in Derry."

"Exactly my point. Have you thought about what happened since then? Because I haven't! I don't remember our friends. The only thing I remember is being scared for my life. Scared for yours. And I sure as hell am not going to let a scar dictate whether or not I leave my children to fight a godamn clown with a bunch of people I don't remember! Love... Think about it. Is it really worth it?"

(Y/N) thought about it. She nodded. She completely agreed. She and Stan didn't owe anything to them. She sometimes forgot why she had the scar on the palm of her hand.

"Okay. I'll let Mike know we can't make it."

With (Y/N) doing that, Stan stared at her. She was just as beautiful the day he met her. He couldn't believe he got so lucky.

After IT was defeated for good, they were all happy. They all felt there was this big wave of release from their mind.

(Y/N) and Stan were at the table with their children when their memories suddenly came rushing back like a tidal wave. They sat there, sad at the invasion of horrible memories. Ones no person should remember. Things no person should have to witness or experience.

Eddie had passed. And (Y/N) knew of Richie's feelings for him. She couldn't help but grieve for her brothers loss.

They may have lost great people, but they were happy and couldn't ask for more.

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