#stanpatchie

[billcarden]

we used to post stanpatchie

[jettlawrence]

stanley uris, stozier, stanpatchie etc.!!!!!

[canadianhottmess]

The married couple and thier himbo.

[barclaysangel]

Patty: I hope the baby looks like you.

Stan: No, I hope it looks like you.

Richie: Well, I think the best thing would be if it looked like me.

[nblesbianbenhanscom]

I don't think I saw what ships you're cool with for prompts, and I hope your anxiety lessens soon. You could try a meditation video on YT. It really can help you feel safer. Anyways 20. "You make me feel safe." for your favorite IT rarepair, or if you don't have one of those, your favorite IT OTP.

Stanpatchie— You make me feel safe.

Sorry this took forever. I had it written, just not typed. Thanks for the advice. I've been doing a lot better lately, just then was a Bad Time.

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It’s dark, so dark. Stan can’t see anything, can’t hear anything except the rapid thumping of his own racing heart. He turns and turns trying to see something, anything.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Stan calls out.

Laughter comes from the darkness and a chill runs down Stan’s spine. He knows that laugh.

Tears fill his eyes. “Haha, Richie. That’s so fucking funny.” He swallows hard and wishes he really believed Richie could do that. He knows Richie wouldn’t do that. Not anymore.

The laughter gets louder.

“Oh, Stanley, you are such a silly willy,” the voice says.

Stan’s voice catches in his throat. “No. Please, no.” Tears splash down his cheeks. “You— You’re dead. You— You can’t be here. It doesn’t- It doesn’t make sense.” Stan sobs and shrieks when Pennywises’s face comes looming out of the darkness.

Stan scrambles back and thuds into something that grabs him tightly. He struggles to break free, but whatever it is has too good a grip on him.

“No, no, no! Please! Let me go! Let me go!” He struggles harder and then he hears a soft voice from behind him.

“It’s ok, Stan. You’re safe. You’re safe and I’ve got you,” Patty whispers.

Sniffling, Stan stops struggling. “Pats?”

“I��m right here. I’ve got you,” she murmurs.

Stan blinks. Wake up? But he is awake. Isn’t he?

Pennywise laughs and the sound echoes so loudly as Richie says, “Wake up, Stanny.”

Stan flinches and tries to pull away, but Patty is holding him too tightly.

“It’s ok, it’s ok! It’s just Richie. He’s not going to hurt you.”

“Not him,” Stan mumbles. “Sound.”

“Come on, manly, open your eyes,” Richie begs. He sounds so upset and it breaks Stan’s heart a little.

When Stan finally opens his eyes, he’s broken into a cold sweat. Patty is holding him so tightly with her entire body, and Richie is watching them both with wide eyes.

“I was dreaming again,” Stan says dully.

“Yes, you were,” Richie agrees. The fact that Richie isn’t teasing him makes him feel almost worse. Richie’s laying a bit away, still within touching distance, but clearly trying to give Stan space. Without hesitating, Stan reaches out and grabs Richie’s hand.

“You ok?” Richie asks.

Stan shakes his head, no. He tugs on Richie’s sleeve until Richie scoots over and lets Stan wrap his arms around him, Patty still glued to his back.

The three of them lay like this until Patty kisses Stan’s shoulder and squeezes Richie’s hand.

“I have to pee, but I’ll be right back. Do either of you need anything while I’m up?” Patty asks. Both men shake their heads, no. Patty kisses Stan’s shoulder one more time before getting up.

When the bathroom light flickers on, Stan winces and pulls Richie closer, clinging to him. Richie just holds him close.

“You ok, manly?”

“No, baby boy, I’m not.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing now.” Stan rubs Richie’s back as Richie slides his arm under Stan’s shirt and grips his back. Neither of them say anything until Patty comes back. She, unsurprisingly, has water bottles for all of them. They scoot around until they are all sitting up.

“That was a bad one,” Patty says.

Nodding, Stan glances at her. “I didn’t— I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I’m fine.” She smiles at him.

“I was so scared.”

“What happened this time?” Richie asks.

Taking his deep breath, Stan shakes his head a little. “It was dark, and— And It was there.” He pauses. “I couldn’t see anything, and I hoped it was you but then—”

“Is that why you flinched?” Richie asks.

Shaking his head, Stan says, “No. It was laughing loudly. It scared me. I think it was trying to distract me.” He looks at Richie who nods a little, clearly not convinced. “Baby boy, you make me feel safe. I will admit that at first I just thought you were fucking around, but—”

“I would never!” Richie sounds offended as Patty and Stan laugh gently. “Anymore.” They all laugh.

“It’s ok, Richie. You’ve got a twisted sense of humor and that’s one of the reasons I love you. Besides, I know you wouldn’t do that now. And I love you even more for that.”

“Love you too, manly.” They kiss and Stan sighs. He leans into Patty and closes his eyes.

“Love you, babylove.”

“Love you, too, ducky.” She looks over at Richie. “Both of you.”

Richie reaches over and squeezes her hand.

“Are you ready to lay back down?” Richie asks eventually.

Taking a deep breath, Stan thinks for a moment. “Can we watch something? I don’t— I’m not ready to sleep just yet.”

“Of course, ducky.” There is more shifting, a short discussion of what to watch, and then they lay down together.

Staring up at the TV, Stan thinks about how lucky he is, and how thankful he is to have Patty and Richie in his life. They keep him grounded, make him feel safe, and he absolutely cannot picture life without both of them. They are his best friends, his partners, the loves of his life, and he never wants it to stop.

[favoriteliar-archive]

stanpatchie headcanons

stan and richie have been friends longer than they can remember to be honest

richie and patty met in their college freshman math class. richie barely made it to class on time and the only seat left was next to patty. they quickly became friends

richie, after talking about patty for weeks, convinced stan to come to a party with him so he could meet her

stan was absolutely smitten with her as soon as he saw her

stan and patty started dating very soon after that, nearly becoming inseperable

but richie is still glued to their sides, making jokes about being one of their "side chicks"

they invite richie to join them during their movie nights or when they go out for lunch

eventually, richie joins the duo, finally making them a trio

patty and richie joke a lot, and patty helps him write material for his shows

richie does a "test" show for just patty and stan before he goes anywhere with his jokes

patty giggles a lot during them, hiding her smile behind her hand

stan rolls his eyes, but he secretly loves all the jokes

patty wakes up early on sundays and makes breakfast for them, letting her boys sleep in. saturdays are rough for stan and richie, both having late night work to do

stan has to wake up early most mornings, leaving just when the sun starts to come up. he kisses both of their foreheads before he goes out the door

theyre all gross and sappy and call each other all kind of petnames

babylove(of course), baby, dove, darling, love, pumpkin, princess, dear, honey, sweetie, you name it

[loserslibrary]

pairing: Stanley Uris/Patricia Blum/Richie Tozier [Stanpatchie] written by: Vega rating: Explicit  word count: 2,711 prompt: “Not sure if anyone is willing, but due to lack of content, would love to see some Richie/Stan/Patty. Love this so much and would love to see some college aged shenanigans with them. Something sexy would be great. Maybe a first time all together. But if not up for that, maybe something with the three just being fluffy and domestic together. Just would love to see more content with them. Thanks!”

Richie stopped in front of Stan and Patty’s apartment door, his knuckles hovering in the air. He’s been here more times than he can count. Mostly because there were so many times he wouldn’t even remember going to their apartment – he would just wake up there with a killer hangover. And there would be Stan, drinking his coffee at the table like a goddamn dad of four, while Patty hummed to herself and made some breakfast. They were a bunch of college kids, but Patty and Stan seemed to have everything together.

Richie remembered when Stan first introduced him to Patty. Well, “introduced” isn’t the right word, since Richie already knew Patty. He was the one who told her to go after Stan.

A small smirk appeared on his face at the memory, before his phone buzzed in his back pocket.

Stanley the Manley: Almost here?

Shit. Why was he so damn nervous about this? Patty probably just needed to tell him something that “couldn’t wait,” even though it absolutely could. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans before taking a deep breath and knocking.

He heard Patty giggle – a soft and bubbly sound – behind the door before she was shushed by Stan. The door opened and Richie saw Patty hide a smile behind her hand before she turned around and practically skipped to the couch in their living room.

“Don’t mind her,” Stan waved his hand. “She’s just excited.” Was Richie seeing things, or did Stanley just wink at Patty?

“Uh, yeah. Okay.” Richie walked through the door, his body lightly brushing against Stan’s. “So what’s up?” Patty giggled again.

“Oh, you know… we just missed you.”

“Missed me?” Richie glanced at Stan, his eyebrows knitting in confusion before he composed himself and turned back toward Patty. “I mean, I know I’m amazing but c’mon. Stanley? Missing me? Seriously, what’s this about?” Stan rolled his eyes and placed a hand on Richie’s shoulder, leading him over to the couch.

“Just sit down and watch a movie with us.” Richie was sat in between the two of them, not upset in the slightest. After all, they are his best friends, but mostly he’s just confused by the action. Patty had her legs draped over Richie’s, her feet on Stan’s lap. It’s not like it wasn’t normal, hell, Richie has kissed Patty numerous times during games of spin the bottle. He was used to her physical affection. No, what he was confused about were the glances between Stan and Patty, the ones that led to Stan smirking and Patty having to hide her laugh behind her hand.

What the hell was going on?

The credits barely even started before Stan spoke up, and yup – that was definitely a wink.

“So, Patty had an idea…” Patty reached across Richie to playfully slap Stan.

“Oh, don’t pretend we both didn’t have the idea.” She turned to Richie, her hand on his upper arm, squeezing lightly. “You know how he is, always playing innocent.” A wicked smile spread on her lips, her eyes glinting in the yellow light of the room. Richie swallowed thickly, shifting in his seat uncomfortably, blood rushing to his crotch.

Why was he getting so turned on by this?

Stan’s fingers danced across Richie’s shoulder and a chill ran down Richie’s spine. “We were thinking,” his voice was low and husky. “What if you joined us?” Richie’s mouth went dry.

“W-What?” Richie’s eyes grew wide behind his glasses. Patty squeezed his arm again, this time more reassuringly.

“If you want to, of course.” Her voice was softer and warmer than Stan's.

“Yeah!” He whipped his head around to face her so quickly and she giggled again. “I mean, I thought you guys were like… perfect together?” He always thought they were happy with each other. Was their sex life really that bad that they needed him of all people? Stan laughed softly.

“It’s not what you’re thinking. We love each other and we are happy. It’s just…” He looked to Patty for help, not quite sure how to word what he wanted to say.

“We feel happier with you.” She said simply. “It’s like you complete us in a way we didn’t know was possible.” Richie let the words sink in. He… completes them? Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier completes picture perfect couple Stanley Uris and Patty Blum? He must be dreaming.

“Rich?” Stan tried gently, noticing the distant look in his eyes.

“Are you guys fucking with me?” He looked at Stan, trying to see if he’d crack and laugh at Richie for actually believing this. When he didn’t, Richie turned towards Patty, knowing she was never able to keep a secret. There were countless times when Richie’s pranks failed because Patty couldn’t keep a straight face. “I know I’ve joked about being fucked by you guys, so if this is payback for going too far–”

“Richie,” Patty moved her hand to his shoulder. “We’re serious.”

“Oh my God.” Stan rolled his eyes and grabbed Richie’s face, turning it toward him. He tilted his head slightly before pressing their lips together. Stan worked their mouths together for a moment until Richie processed what was happening and started kissing back. He felt Stan smirk against his lips before he pulled back. “Is that proof enough we’re serious?”

“Uh huh,” Richie said dumbly. Patty leaned forward, the word she whispered in Richie’s ear giving him goosebumps.

“Good.” She moved to straddle Richie’s lap, grinding down on him slightly to elicit a hungry moan from him. She captured his lips with her own, moving them together, slowly at first, until she swiped her tongue across his bottom lip. He readily opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, his hands instinctively going to rest on her hips. Stan got up from where he was sitting, moving to stand behind Patty. He leaned down to kiss the spot just behind her ear that made her go crazy. Pulling her hair away, Stan made his way down Patty’s neck, kissing and nipping at the skin gently. She broke the kiss with Richie to lean back into Stan’s touch, a small whine leaving her mouth. Stan rubbed his hands up and down her sides, his touch light.

Richie stared wide-eyed at the view in front of him, his mouth slightly agape. Patty’s face was flushed, accentuating her delicate features, while Stan looked at him with hungry, half-lidded eyes. Stan grabbed one of Richie’s hands, guiding and giving him permission to touch Patty. He hesitated for a moment before slipping his hand under Patty’s thin shirt. Her skin was smooth, almost burning to the touch, as he slid further and further up, cupping her breast. Patty’s eyes fluttered closed, a small smirk appearing on her lips as Richie realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. He opened his mouth to say something, but Stan beat him to it.

“Bedroom. Now.” He practically growled out. Patty let out a small whine when Stan withdrew his hands from her, but she obliged, sliding off Richie’s lap.

“I’m assuming you wanna be in charge tonight?” She had a sly smile on her lips and he hummed in response.

“Wait,” Richie spoke up, very intrigued. “I want her to be in charge.”

“Beep beep, Rich.” Stan said with a roll of his eyes. Patty giggled again, and gently patted Richie’s cheek.

“Next time, baby.” She made her way to the bedroom, stripping off her shirt and throwing it on the floor. Richie watched her as she walked away, entranced by the whole situation. He had to be dreaming.

“C’mon, Richie.” Stan’s voice brought him back to reality. “We shouldn’t keep her waiting.” He winked at him, motioning him to follow, and Richie did, eagerly on Stan’s heels for the short walk to the bedroom.

Patty was lounging on the bed, naked except for white, lacy panties, dragging her fingers on the sheet while she waited for them. She perked up when they entered the room, scrambling to sit up on her knees. Stan walked up to her, capturing her lips in a sweet and tender kiss.

“Couldn’t wait for us, huh, babylove?” Stan teased, his voice soft. She laughed against his mouth and Richie felt his heart swell with love for his friends before he moved toward them.

“So can I get in on this or what?” Stan laughed softly, breaking away from Patty to turn to face Richie. He grabbed the back of Richie’s neck, bringing him into a passionate kiss. This time, Richie noticed how soft Stan’s lips felt against his, noticed the strong grip Stan had on him. Stan bit his lower lip, causing Richie to moan and allowing Stan to deepen the kiss. Richie heard Patty get off the bed, and stand behind him. Her hands wrapped around his waist, first sliding up his shirt before she started palming his growing erection over his underwear.

Stan moved away from Richie’s mouth, leaving sloppy and wet kisses and gently, but firmly, biting along his neck and shoulders.

“Stan,” Patty breathed against Richie’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “Help me out.” Her hands were fumbling with his belt, trying to get it at least loosened enough to slide Richie’s pants down. Stan smirked, but wordlessly obliged. Richie’s pants fell to the ground and Patty turned him around, getting on her knees in front of him. She hooked her fingers under his underwear, sliding them down his legs until they hit the floor. She licked her lips as she stared at Richie’s hard cock, eyes wide and hungry.

“Didn’t think all those jokes were true, Tozier,” Patty teased before she put her lips around him, her hand at his base. She swirled her tongue around his tip, earning a soft groan from Richie. She slowly worked her hand in rhythm with the short bobs of her head. With his eyes fluttering closed, Richie grabbed onto Patty’s hair, pulling slightly. He heard a rustle and a drawer closing behind him.

Suddenly, Patty pulled her mouth off of him, smirking up at him, before she stood up and made her way back to the bed. She sat back, leaning against the headboard. Richie was still processing what just happened when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the bed as well. He was gently pushed forward, falling onto the soft mattress underneath him and landing on his hands and knees.

“Being a little rough, Stanny?” Richie looked back, smiling at him. Stan, stripped down to his underwear, rolled his eyes, squeezing lube onto his fingers. He nudged Richie’s legs further apart. He teased his fingers around Richie’s rim before he pushed one in. Richie moaned while Stan slowly pumped his finger, waiting for Richie to get accustomed to it before adding another one.

Richie faced forward, seeing Patty’s hand slide underneath her panties, her hand moving in rhythm with Stan’s fingers. Her face was flushed, the blush spreading to her chest, accentuating the faint freckles she had on her body.

“Holy shit,” Richie breathed out. Stan began scissoring his fingers, stretching Richie out, adding a third finger in. A groan left Richie’s mouth, if it felt this good, he could only imagine how Stan would make him feel. Still keeping a brutally slow pace, Stan continued to work his fingers, long fingers brushing against Richie’s prostate with each thrust. “Stan, please.” Stan hummed, wanting Richie to say it. “Please fuck me.”

Stan glanced at Patty, watching the way her chest rose and fell with each jagged breath, her pleasure growing. He caught her eyes and quirked an eyebrow, an unspoken question on his lips and she nodded in response.

“Richie, baby,” Stan leaned forward to whisper in Richie’s ear, breath hot as he withdrew his fingers, and Richie whined at the loss. “I’ll fuck you hard,” he grabbed Richie’s hips and ground them against his clothed hard cock for emphasis, causing him to groan. “But you have to be a good boy and help Patty out, okay?”

“Yesyesyes.” The words tumbled out of his mouth immediately. Patty lifted her hips off of the bed, sliding her underwear off and tossing it on the floor. She scooted closer to Richie, and he hooked his arms under her legs, placing soft kisses against her inner thighs, before moving to her pussy.

Stan hooked his fingers under the band of his underwear, letting the fabric fall to the ground. He took his length into his hand, rolling the condom on and moaning slightly, applying the cool lube to himself. He watched Richie and Patty for a moment – with Richie gently sucking at her clit and folds, before pushing his tongue inside. She moaned loudly and grasped at the bedsheet underneath her, knuckles turning white.

“Richie,” Patty screamed out at the same time Stan lined himself up to Richie’s entrance, gripping his hips with enough pressure to bruise. He pushed in, burying himself to his base, both Richie and Stan groaning at the feeling. He let Richie adjust for a moment before he started moving, thrusting slowly and shallowly into him. Richie moaned with the movement, trying to focus on helping Patty through her orgasm. She rode out her high, bucking her hips forward and gripping at Richie’s hair. Stan slammed Richie’s hips back to meet his, and Richie let out a muffled cry.

“You feel so good, Rich,” Stan growled, earning another moan from him. His pace quickened, the room filled with sounds of groans and pants and skin on skin contact. “Fuck her in time with me, baby.” Richie obliged, his tongue darting in and out of Patty at the same brutal pace, his hand snaking around to rub at her clit, until she was nothing but a mumbling mess, screaming out “yes” and profanities.

Patty’s thighs started to tremble, the pressure in her stomach building up again. She held Richie’s face to her pussy as she orgasmed. One of Stan’s hands left Richie’s hips, moving to grab onto his leaking dick. He spread the precum around the head with his thumb before he started to work at the same rate as his thrusts. Patty let go of of Richie’s hair, her head falling back against the pillows in bliss. He licked around Patty’s folds before kissing her thighs again, leaving the occasional bite. Richie moaned against her skin, Stan’s pace becoming rougher and more chaotic as he chased his orgasm.

“Fuck, Stan I’m gonna–” The words died on his lips as Richie came all over Stan’s hand, his head falling to rest on Patty’s stomach. Stan continued to fuck into him, wiping his hand on Richie’s thigh before placing it on his hip again. He slammed into him, their hips meeting as he spilled into the condom. He held onto Richie while he rode out his high, fingernails digging into his skin, leaving crescent shaped marks. Stan pulled out, Richie whining a little even in his tired state. Patty gently ran her fingers through Richie’s hair, telling him how good he did in hushed whispers. Stan smiled at them before falling onto the bed next to them, arm slung around Richie’s body.

“You know, Richie,” Stan spoke softly. “We do want you to be with us. Not just for sex.”

“I know,” he mumbled against Patty’s skin, tickling her and causing her to giggle. “And you know I love you guys, right?” He lifted his head and rested his chin on top of her stomach, looking at the two of them with vulnerable eyes.

“We know” Patty’s voice cracked a little as she placed her hand against his cheek, looking at him softly. “We know.” 

[sarah-snook]

stanpatchie + 29 🥺

“a kiss as a promise”

send a ship and a number from this list and i’ll write a kiss | my ship list

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Patty bit at her fingernails, nervously pacing back and forth in the quiet living room. She was nervous, really fucking nervous. Richie was late. He had left hours ago, haphazardly throwing on some clothes and giving her a quick peck on the lips before saying, “I’ll be home by three, I promise babe.”

She checked her phone, noting that it was already five, and let out a shaky breath. She felt a hand gently grab her but the  wrist, pulling her towards the couch. Stan shushed her before she could protest, sitting down and placing her on his lap, arms snaking around her to hug her close to him. “Hey, it’s ok baby love, he’ll be home soon.”

“He’s two hours late, Stan. Two!” She protested as she laid her head down on Stan’s shoulder. “There’s no reason why he should be late. This can’t be good.”

“Ok, stop stop!” Stan insisted, tightening his hold on her as he began to run a hand through her hair. “You know how Rich is baby, he probably forgot to charge his phone and got side tracked on his way home.”

“But-” Patty began, but was startled as the front door suddenly opened, bumping harshly against the wall of their apartment. Patty glanced at Stan, noting how he winced at the impact and knew Richie would hear about it later. Right now though, he would hear from her.

“Richie! Where the hell have you been!” She questioned him, quickly getting up and off Stan’s lap to go and hug Richie. She squeezed as hard as she could, taking no mercy as Richie began to protest that he couldn’t breathe. “You promised you’d be home by three! I’ve been so nervous here, pacing back and forth, Stan thought I was gonna wear a hole into the ground! Why didn’t you call!”

“Sorry babe!” Richie wheezed, tapping her gently on the back, begging for mercy, to be let go. “Listen, to be honest I was just sitting in my car, staring at the steering wheel for fuck knows how long. I…I got it Patty. I got the job!”

Patty gasped, pushing Richie away to look at him. He was smiling wide as tears began to spill from his eyes, and Patty couldn’t help but begin to tear up as well. She buried her face in his chest as she began to sob, unable to stop herself. She felt Stan behind her, wrapping his arms around the both of them and she began to sob even harder. Patty was happy. There was no doubt about that, but she was also sad. She pinched him lightly as she said, “You scared me asshole! I thought maybe you didn’t get the job and you were somewhere sulking alone!”

Richie had been working towards getting on SNL for years. It was his dream. He always joked that SNL was his one true unrequited love, that he would leave the two of them in a heartbeat if it. Patty obviously knew that wasn’t true. Richie loved her and Stan with his whole heart, she knew nothing could replace the important role they played in his life, but it was sort of what was about to happen. They lived in California, and being on SNL meant moving to New York.

Richie would have to literally leave them if he wanted to take the job, so yes, she was happy for him, but she was also sad. This is why. This is why he had been so late to get home, because Richie knew that in order to take the job he had been dreaming of having since he was a little boy, he’d have to leave them. Patty and Stan had jobs in Los Angeles, ones they couldn’t afford to leave if they wanted to save up enough money for a house for the three of them one day. Richie couldn’t ask them both to drop everything to go with him, not when they didn’t have jobs waiting for them in New York. 

“Listen, I know I can’t ask both of you to go with me.” Richie said, voice quivering. “I love you both so much that I-I considered not taking it-”

“Richie…” Stan said sternly, interrupting him.

“No, I know love.” Richie assured him, giving Stan a kiss between his brows, wordlessly begging him to stop frowning at him. “I considered not taking it, but I did, because I knew that if I didn’t, you two would get upset with me for throwing away something that I’ve been wanting for years.”

“Damn right!” Patty huffed, reaching up to wipe at her nose.

“When do you have to leave?” Stan asked, and Patty didn’t miss the emotion behind it, the way Stan’s voice threatened to shake.

“Not right away!” Richie assured them, herding them towards the couch so they could sit and talk about everything. “They want to give me time to move and adjust, so I’ll be starting in the fall. I’ll have time to look for a place and you know, get everything in order.”

“That’s…” Patty paused, feeling relief wash over her. They had time. “That’s doable.”

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, adjusting his glasses as he stared at her.  “What do you mean?”

“Actually, I’ve…been looking for jobs in New York since you auditioned.” Stan chimed in. “If you don’t have to move right away, that gives me time to secure something.”

“Stan, I can’t ask you to leave your job and move across the country for me.” Richie begged, taking his hand. “Patty has her job too.”

Stan squeezed his hand back, rolling his eyes at Richie. “You’re not asking me to do anything I don’t want to do. This is what I want to do.”

Richie looked at Patty, eyes wide, and Patty just rolled her eyes at him as well. “I know what you’re thinking and no, you two are not leaving me here alone. I’m obviously going too.”

“I-I also started looking for jobs in New York.” She continued, smiling at both of them. “Stan and I talked about this the day you left for your audition. We love you Rich. We want to be with you wherever your career takes you. You’ve supported us since day one and we’re going to do the same for you.”

Richie began to cry again and this time, they all cried together. They would be moving together, staying together just as they had for the past five years. Every morning, before any of them went off to work, they would kiss each other goodbye and promise to be home as soon as possible, to come back to each other safely. Patty smiled at the thought of continuing to do that in New York. This was a new chapter in Richie’s life. Most importantly though, it was a new chapter in their lives, one they would face together.

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[biggestc4tl0v3r]

Au!

👉👈one of my favourite au’s is my Stanpatchie one where patty n stan are high school sweethearts where Richies new and on the swim team and is crushing hard on them both, so he starts taking on a lot more clubs they’re in so he can hang out more

So now richies literally getting no homework done bc he’s in so many clubs he’s struggling to keep up

Soo stan and pat, his new best friends, decide to do him a favour by tutoring him. Which ends up with no work getting done, because he just sits there watching them like ‘🥺💞💕’

Obv pat n stan pick up on this and agree that having rich join would be pretty cool, so they ask him and he accepts and they end up happy and soft 😌

[vvanini]

this is the true stanpatchie dynamic 

@stqnley because of you now i need another ship in my life 😠

[billcarden]

when stan marries patty richie is his best man and this is his speech

[bakermaxines]

i’m smart write good @bevchie @appojoos @photoboothreddie

[canadianhottmess]

Stan, Patty, Richie.

[barclaysangel]

Stan: What's the Wifi password?

Richie: "Will you marry me"

Patty: Hey! Are you hitting on my husband?

Richie: No, that's the Wifi password.

Richie: Of course, if Stan is willing, I wouldn't mind.

[nblesbianbenhanscom]

Summary: In the aftermath of Eddie's death at the claws of Pennywise Richie has a falling out with the rest of the Losers Club. A promise of solace and reconciliation comes from the last place Richie expected: Stan is alive and recovering in Atlanta. Stan is alive.

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this fic came into being when @thelxckblog prompted me this and then @dysregulardyke just totally enabled me. make sure to check the tags. i hope you like it.

[broken-birds-still-fly]

Question about What To Write

Should I write a regressor Stan in Stanpatchie? Or in Stanlon?

Answer in my asks!