#stanpat

[gloomy-prince]

stanpat doodle i did a while ago when i was trying to decide how i wanted patty to look, i realized i never posted it

[peachtozier]

Richie being one of stans first ever crushes is a TOP hc. entirely embarrassing (for stan) and it def influences the type of guys he has crushes on later. I choose to believe this also means the first time patty ever met the losers richie introduced himself with a stupid little joke thats entirely in line with the type of humour stans old crushes had. and patty turned to stan with the biggest shit eating grin on her face like. I know EXACTLY what thoughts teenage you had about this guy.

[sunshinereddie]

i think that stanley would actually really enjoy horror movies because he is very much the type of person who is like "it's not real. it's a movie. i know it's not real, so why would i be scared of it. what do you mean this movie is scary, it's literally people acting it's not real" and so because of that whenever the losers have movie night he always chooses a horror movie.

and, im also imagining that he does this because richie DOES get scared of horror movies (payback for when richie made fun of him for being scared of spiders)

also!!! he finds out that patty ALSO loves horror movies so for their first date stan finds this drive-in movie thing that is playing horror movies all night, so he takes her there and they have a movie marathon together :3

[seecarrun]

Bill, Bev, and Richie show up to babysit Stanpat’s kid and Stan just blocks the door with his body and is like “Nope, nuh-uh, no way, where are your handlers? No one sees my child without their Adult.”

[whatthefuckisasweep]

it’s still may so i can post mermaids still, right? anyways au where stan and richie are mermaids while patty and eddie are royals, and richie becomes a human while patty becomes a mermaid so they can all live happily ever after.

also they are best bros so they have matching tails :’)

[incorrect-losers]

Stan: What am I allergic to?

Patty: Pine nuts. And the full spectrum of human emotion

[greenpidge101]

no matter who Stan is dating he calls them babylove

you can’t convince me otherwise

[thatstarwarsbitch]

Reddie Fic Recs

Okay so these are the ones I go back to and reread constantly!! All listed have multiple chapters, impeccable grammar/structure, and RIDICULOUSLY good characterization/dialogue. Theyre also all located on AO3. My obsession is too late for peak fandom interactions so these are what keep my hyper fixation alive.

1. In The Heat Of The Summer (You’re So Different From The Rest) by Kaboomslang

There’s a heatwave in L.A., the first time Richie sees Eddie naked.

Or

One very hot year in the life of two idiots in love, working shit out.

It is so so so so fucking good I can’t stand it. It’s an Eddie Lives AU that is 15 Chapters and 109,525 words of pining and comfort and beauty. Eddie comes to stay with Richie in LA after the events of It Chapter 2. Literally my only complaint is that Stan stays dead however the characterization of everyone and the way the writer handles their grief more than made up for it.

2. A Strange Sense of Familiarity by Katranga

“So Eddie, what brings you to the bar tonight?" Richie asked. "Gonna rebound from the divorce? Pick up a hot young twenty-something to feel young again?”

“Fuck you,” Eddie said, jutting his chin forward. “What a terrible way to ruin the mood.”

“I’m sorry, all my moods are poorly cultivated. What mood were you looking for?”

A nervous lump grew in Eddie's throat. He threw back his drink to get rid of it.

Hand wrapped around the glass he’d just slammed back onto the bar, he said, “The mood that gets me leaving with a schlubby forty-something.”

--

Pre-chapter two, Eddie and Richie meet and don't remember each other, but have an instant connection anyway...

This may be my favorite fic of all time. This is a Canon Divergence AU where Richie and Eddie meet at a bar prior to the events of It Chapter 2 and start sleeping together. Eddie is divorced so there’s no infidelity storyline (which I appreciate) HOWEVER Richie is still famous and in the closet so there’s still the secret love affair storyline (that I love). The characterization is literally perfect, it has amazing dialogue, and my boy Stan is alive and involved. The OCs are so so good too and I’m beyond obsessed with all the thought the author obviously put into it.

3. Sweeter By The Hour by Katranga

rich. 25. i can be your angle 😇... or yuor devil 😈

Edward. 38. Please don’t call me daddy.

--

Richie’s a struggling standup comedian slash bartender with a side hustle of sexting rich guys for cash. Eddie is recently divorced, recently out, and reluctant to dive into either the dating or hookup scene. He decides to give Sugr, a 'dating app with no commitment', a shot.

Katranga NEVER MISSES. Even though the losers club is in a completely different universe, the characterization and dialogue is so them that it scratches every itch in my brain. This is such a funny and adorable AU I would recommend to anyone that needs a break from the high stress and extremely high stakes of the traditional It Universe.

4. Here In Your Arms by kaspbrak_kid

Richie had no idea what to expect when Stan and Patty asked him to be their daughter's godfather, but it definitely wasn't becoming the part-time dad to a newborn.

This fic makes me cry like a bitch in the best way possible. This is a several years later fic in a Eddie and Stan Lives AU where Richie becomes godfather to Stan and Patty’s firstborn. This is so so special to me because it perfectly preserves The Loser’s Club dynamics in a safe environment and gives me all the found family warm fuzzies I so desperately need. As usual the characterization is phenomenal and Richie and Eddie’s relationship throughout this fic is so so special to me.

5. Richie Tozier’s Five-Step Mission in Getting Over His Childhood Sweetheart by MissDinahDarling

Alternatively: five times Richie tries to get over Eddie and the one time he gets under him instead.

This fic is so so fucking funny I love everything about it. Its also a Stan and Eddie Live AU and thehe dialogue and losers club dynamics are so so funny. I love seeing little snippets of how the losers lives are moving on and especially appreciate that Bev and Ben didn’t move as quickly as some fics do. Richies denial and stupidity are so relatable and its an extremely comforting read.

6. River by Unicornpoe

The thing—the thing is that Eddie hasn’t seen Richie in nearly five years.

They’ve gotten good at avoiding each other. They alternate holidays and get-togethers, only showing up when they’re sure the other won’t be present. They’re still in the same fucking city but Eddie makes sure to shop on the other side of town from their old place where Richie still lives, makes sure not to go to any of Richie’s favorite restaurants or bars or cafes or goddamn park benches. Eddie doesn’t join in on the Losers’s group FaceTime sessions when he knows Richie’ll be joining, and Richie does the same for him.

They couldn’t make their relationship work, but they’re fucking experts at being exes.

*

Eddie goes to spend the holidays at Bill and Mike's cabin in Vermont, and is surprised when Richie is already there. Things get worse when they're snowed in alone. Things get even more worse when Eddie remembers that he's still in love with him.

This fic gives me the most acute sense of profound longing I’ve ever had in my life. The EXTREMELY angsty hurt/comfort au I’ve ever read in my life. Not extremely inclusive of the rest of The Losers Club, but it hits hard.

7. This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) by camerasparring

Just as the last car is passing them, Prince Charming makes a snuffling noise and Eddie freezes, still pressed on top of him. He’s suddenly aware of every single place they’re touching, and Eddie thanks the brutal Chicago cold - there’s no way he could pop a boner when it’s this freezing. God, he hates himself.

The man opens his eyes for a moment and looks directly into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie’s mouth hangs open. He tries to smile, but he doesn’t think he achieves it. Instead, he swallows and says:

“Merry Christmas.”

The guy passes back out without a word.

__

or, the While You Were Sleeping AU no one asked for. Set Christmas 1995 and the gang is late 20's/early 30's

I read this before ever even hearing of the movie While You Were Sleeping. While the movie is now one of my favorites, it is absolutely nothing compared to the hilarious romcom of this fic. Found family! Secrets! Drama! Stan the mother fucking man! It is so so good and gives me all the good feelings the holidays provide whenever I read it.

8. Scratch On The Moon by Vulcanodon

Eddie Kraspbak has put aside his old life for good. He drives a stagecoach now and keeps to himself- his days of running with the Denbrough gang are long gone. But when two old friends show up and tell him they have unfinished business back in Derry, Eddie can’t resist the chance to put a final nail in the coffin of the past…and maybe find out why Richie broke his promise all those years ago.

“I’ll take left if you take right,” Eddie calls out but when he looks over Richie isn’t even firing his gun; he’s looking at Eddie with a strange, unreadable expression on his face.

“What is it?” Eddie asks, panicking. “Are you hit?”

“No,” Richie says, “I just. I just wanted you know. That I…that I feel the same way.”

“What?” Eddie asks, totally lost. A bullet whistles past his ear.

“I mean I...” Richie says, as if he’s struggling to get it out. “I feel the same way about you. I mean. That I always did.”

“Could we maybe postpone this conversation?” Eddie says, having to yell over the gunfire. “To a time when we aren’t getting shot at?”

Are you gay? Is longing and the tragedy of wasted time your guilty pleasure? Did you read River by Unicornpoe and want more? Do you like westerns? READ THIS FIC AND COME TALK TO ME IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!

9. You Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog (And They Call It Puppy Love) by Fluffifullness

Okay, Richie, so you’ve just been Shaggy Dog’d, you’re either kicking it in the weirdest of all possible afterlives or you never died and the sewer clown is punking you. What next?

(or: Eddie makes it out of Derry, gets a divorce, and adopts a dog.)

Richie gets “Shaggy Dog’d” after he sacrifices himself for Eddie during the events of It Chapter 2. Grief, pining, and Richie’s internal monologue being fucking hilarious. And STAN LIVES!!!!!!

10. Thanks For Pudding Up With Me by Mooeydooey

Eddie Kaspbrak was once one of the most influential professional chefs in New York. After an unfortunate incident in his kitchen, he loses his job and most of his earnings. Down on his luck, with no where else to go, he accepts a job offer with the ragtag 'Prospect Test Kitchen' in Boston.

What starts as a small passion project, making cooking tutorials online, becomes a lot more complicated and bigger than they could ever imagine when Bill brings in a new addition to their team. A comedian with a shocking background and surprise talent for culinary arts: Richie Tozier.

Eddie's the only one who doesn't like the new recruit, but Bill bribes Eddie into giving Richie a chance. At the end of six months, Richie's contract will expire. Eddie will get to decide whether they offer him a contract renewal, or refuse to re-hire him.

Things are heating up in the Prospect street Test Kitchen! Will Eddie stick to his guns, and keep his dignity? Or will he get lost in the sauce?

SO FUCKING FUNNY!!! An absolutely genius buzzfeed-esque au that is exactly what I need when I want a laugh. My favorite parts are when they go into like a third person screenplay mode for describing the events in the videos. I cannot get enough of this enemies(?) to friends to lovers au and I’m so so glad it exists.

11. A Fistful of Coal Dust by Jay Auris (nighthawkms)

Eddie Kaspbrak usually works alone. For a bounty hunting mage, this is unheard of; dangerous, foolhardy. But for Eddie - stricken with a dangerous abnormality to his magic - it's the safest way to survive.

When a new bounty takes him to the backwater town of Derry, he's not expecting anything more than a hard job done right for good money. But Eddie's past is about to catch up with him, and Derry could face the consequences. He'll have to team up with a rag-tag bunch of misfits - a sheriff with too much on his shoulders, a tavern owner haunted by loss, and four other hunters with their own secrets and motivations - if he wants to survive.

And maybe, if he's lucky, he'll get an answer to the one question that's been bugging him since he got to Derry: Who is Richie Tozier, and what does he want from Eddie?

A super fun Steampunk-Western-Magic-Bounty Hunter AU that has the perfect ratio of action, drama, and intrigue. I have no idea how the author came up with such an amazing idea and how they were able to do so much incredible world building but I absolutely LOVE IT.

If anyone reads any of these fics I would love to talk about them and hear what you think! They’re all so so so special to me and stay on my fic rotation, so if y’all have any suggestions for me too I’m happy to check them out!

[t4tozier]

listening to it audiobook and GOD patty and stan,,,obsessed with them they love each other so much

[izzyspussy]

For wip word world wibe web or whatever it’s called-

Troubling, grim, defend, blanket

trouble

"Are you saying that because you don't want it, or because you don't want us to get in trouble for taking it?" he asks. Izzy turns his head to face him, just to hold his eye steady and stubborn when he refuses to answer.

from The Burden Easy, currently 8k

grim

defend defense

"Everyone except Jamie is working on defense today." "What am I doing?" Roy smirks without looking at him. "Oh no."

from take away the glass, currently 45k

blanket

But this time Stanley is blinking blearily at her, and the sight of his clear baby blues stops her heart for a moment - for the first time from something other than lust or love. Patty jumps up from the plastic chair, her book cascading across the floor. She trods over it without care on her way to him, going for his hand before changing her mind, letting her shaking fingers hover uncertainly in the neutral territory of the thin hospital blanket instead.

from summer birds, currently 4k

Send me a word and I'll give you a line it's in from one of my WIPs!

[veganmikehanlon]

The Past Has Claws

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Stanley really doesn’t remember much from his childhood, it’s kind of like his life started when he went to college, everything before then is this foggy mess. There are the facts that he knows: He was born in Derry, Maine, he’s Jewish, he’s an only child, and he earned good grades. He doesn’t actually remember any of his classes, the kids in them, or the teachers, but he obviously learned enough to be successful in college, which was always good enough for him.

But he keeps dreaming about being a knock-kneed kid with dirty sneakers and he’s always running from something. His legs working hard against unsteady terrain to carry him as far away as fast as he can. He never sees what he’s running from but he knows with dream logic that it’s one thing shifting into new monstrous shapes. It chases him through seemingly unfamiliar places.

But the places, the landmarks, are the one thing he remembers clearly in the morning. And when he looks up the landmarks he realizes, with mounting unease, that they all exist in Derry. The Standpipe, The Kitchener Works, that ghastly Paul Bunyan statue. And there’s a familiarity there when he’s clicking through the pictures, something exhilarating about each location, but no actual memories.

As he tries to fall asleep, shifting uncomfortably as the air mattress squeaks and he finds himself justifying both his dreams and the anxiety he’s feeling about going to sleep.

Tonight is different. He’s laying down, his back is soaking wet and he’s in complete darkness. All he feels is terror, creeping and dark and all-consuming, and somehow, even though it's a dream, he can feel sharp pains all around his face. Like he’s being stung by bees- wait no, no. His surroundings solidify around him and he knows, he remembers Neibolt House. His breath catches and he chokes. His friends took him into the house and now It’s got him! The lady in the painting got him, it’s eating his face!

He thrashes, trying to get away, but he’s being held down and he can’t get away, he can’t get away! He tries to scream but it chokes in his chest and he can’t make a sound. He struggles harder against the monster but it’s like fighting gravity, it’s empirically impossible. He has to keep trying. He has to.

But as he slowly chokes inside the monster's mouth and Its teeth tear deeper into his flesh, his struggles dim, the pain overwhelming all of his senses, all of his thoughts. Except for one; that he’s going to die. As he takes what he thinks is going to be his last breath, a quiet relief that he can stop breathing the acrid and bloody air, out of the darkness a bright light appears in the far distance.

That doesn’t make sense, he’s inside Its mouth! He knows he’s crying, he has been the whole time, but as the light slowly approaches him sobs wrack his chest with the last dregs of air in his lungs. The light grows and grows then splits into three, each twirling slowly as they grow bigger and bigger until all he can see is blinding golden light. He closes his eyes but it doesn’t make a difference, the light pierces his eyelids. He squeezes his eyes closed tighter and prays to die.

The light starts to soften and the pain dulls and when he opens his eyes he’s standing outside the Neibolt house. He takes a deep breath of the sweet summer air and it rattles his chest. Dry grass crackles under his shifting feet and he’s that knock-kneed kid again. The old house groans as the wind passes through. There’s a girl, no more than 12, standing on the porch and she’s saying something. Stan can’t hear it, just the sound of birds and bugs and wind. He strains to hear her words but there’s nothing. She looks serious, more serious than any kid her age should be.

Her eye-line scans to either side of Stanley and he follows her gaze. He’s surrounded by other kids, he counts six of them, each listening raptly to the girl on the porch. He doesn’t recognize any of the kids, except maybe two of the girls to his left with similar brown skin and wild frizzy curls. They all look terrified. He wishes he could hear what is being said but the birds keep getting louder and he wants to turn and look but he’s rooted to the spot.

The girl on the porch must have finished speaking because everyone starts moving toward the house. Terror seizes Stan as he realizes they’re going into the house.

“No!” He screams, his voice cracking. “Don’t go in there! Don’t go!” But they must not be able to hear him either because they don’t stop. “Please, don’t go.” He pleads helplessly as they climb the porch steps. Tears prick at his eyes, he doesn’t want to go in there again, he can’t. But his feet move, carrying him towards the house and up the stairs, even though every instinct in his body is telling him to run the other way.

He follows the kids through the door that’s barely on its hinges making him fear the house collapsing around them. “Stop! Please!” He calls one more time desperate for the other kids to listen.

The smaller of the girls that seemed familiar to him hesitates and looks back, and hope blooms in Stan that they can finally hear him, but the taller girl nudges her and they share a look like words are passing silently between them. With a nod from the small one, they follow their friends down the stairs to the basement. A tear slips down Stan’s cheek, he knows there’s no going back now.

He follows the kids solemnly down the stairs, watching silently as they repel down the well into the sewers, one by one. A distant part of him is waiting for this to go wrong, for some misery to attack, but they make it into the sewers easily. Too easily if you ask Stan. He looks down into the mouth of the well. “Wouldn’t want to make a wish on that fucking thing.” He says and blinks.

He opens his eyes to a dark cave and he’s himself again, tall and secure. It’s almost pitch black, the only light coming from what must be flashlights, swinging wildly around the place, and a very distant, very small hole above their heads that barely lets in any light, but is the last proof that the world is still out there. It’s cold too, and a shiver runs through Stanley, he’s only in his pajamas and his feet are bare. He wonders if this is going to be like his other dreams, where he has to run from the monster until he wakes up.

The dawning knowledge that this is a dream seeps the terror out of his surroundings and as he looks around every bit of this seems ridiculous. It’s just his brain picking things from different horror movies he’s seen over the years, it’s definitely that.

The flashlights reveal a group of kids whimpering in fear as they stumble to the center of the cave, under the skylight. They look young, way too young to be in a place like this. G-d, where are their parents?

Circus music starts echoing around the chamber and Stanley almost rolls his eyes. It’s played on the clown thing before in other nightmares, but this is too on the nose. The kids cluster together, frantically looking around, their flashlights swinging wildly in every direction.

“You’re going to be too late.” A pleasant voice whispers in Stan’s ear, making him jump. Then a giant spiked claw juts out of the darkness and too quick to see it plunges into the chest of a child. There’s a clipped scream and then a moment of shocked silence while the other kids try to make sense of what just happened. One of the girls raises a shaking hand to her cheek running it across her cheekbone. When she withdraws her hand her fingers are covered in blood. She screams and chaos breaks.

The claw slashes again and again from the darkness as the kids flee, dodging this way and that around the cavern, trying to find somewhere safe. But there is nowhere safe. Stan watches stunned and terrified as each child is cut down.

“It’s all your fault Stanley, you couldn’t cut it, and now THEY PAY!” It screeches horribly and all these feelings come rushing back into Stan. He remembers facing It when he was a kid, and he remembers winning. They beat the shit out of the clown and they won! They never had to come back! How could It still be alive?

The clown laughs uproariously as Stan rushes from kid to kid, trying to stop the bleeding, praying he can save someone. “You’re too late!” The clown sings, his cackles ringing around the cave. Stan ignores It, working desperately to stop the blood flowing quickly out of the kid's tiny chest.

“Where’s Stanley?” It asks in a new voice. A voice Stanley has never heard but would recognize anywhere. It’s speaking in Bill Denbrough’s voice.

“Just hold on,” Stan tells the kid urgently, folding their hands over their wound and pressing down, hoping the kid will know what to do. Stanley remembers learning about stuff like this in boy scouts but he doesn’t know if anyone does boy scouts anymore.

“I can’t reach him.” It says in Mike Hanlon’s soft bass. Stanley stands, looking around the dark corners above him.

“Well try again.” Beverly’s voice urges from somewhere behind him. He turns but there’s nothing.

“I’m not getting anything either!” A fast voice says, again from behind Stanley who gasps and whirls, that’s Eddie. Little Eddie Kaspbrak grew up and came back.

“We can’t do this without him,” Richie says and Stanley’s heart squeezes. His oldest friend, the trashmouth, how could he have ever forgotten him?

“We might have to,” Ben says and Stan stumbles over his feet as he twists in the direction of each voice.

His fucking friends. The best friends he ever had and Pennywise wants to use them as puppets?! Red hot anger flows through Stanley replacing the fear until it bubbles out in a roar. He’s gonna kill that fucking clown for this. For everything It’s put the kids in this town through.

“Come out! Come out here and face me yourself you stupid piece of shit!” Stanley screams at the cavernous ceiling. “Don’t hide! Don’t use them! Come get me you motherfucker! I’m not afraid of you anymore!” His yell echoes through the silent chamber, his panting breaths the only thing filling the void. Until-

“Daddy?” A small weak voice calls from the floor of the cave and Stan forgets all about the clown.

“Isabelle!” He calls, frantically searching for his daughter. He follows the sound of her soft cries and it takes him behind a boulder near the wall of the cave. He cries out at the sight that greets him. Isabelle is covered in blood from head to toe and she’s cradling a motionless Michelle in her arms.

He falls heavily to his knees next to them, his heart racing a mile a minute. “Michelle?” He whispers and reaches a shaking hand out to brush the hair from her face. Her empty eyes stare back at him and a broken sob breaks from his chest. “No, Michelle, please no,” He sobs, his hands fluttering over her bloody torso trying to find the wound. Not his little girl, not like this, not here.

He searches blindly for Isabelle, needing to feel her to know that she’s alive. A small hand takes his.

“Daddy, it hurts.” She cries softly and Stanley peels his eyes open to look at her, yelling out in shock as blood starts streaming from a gash on her neck. Stanley chokes out a cry, some part of his mind screaming at him to move, dammit, move! But his body stays stuck in place and he watches in horror as the gash deepens and blood, more blood than he’s ever seen, gushes from the wound in a river, covering Michelle who still lays in her arms and creeping slowly towards Stan like lava.

Isabelles’ cries grow loud and wild as her head starts to tip back at the cut. Even through all the blood Stanley can clearly see every inch of space between her neck and her shoulders. “Daddy it hurts,” she cries, “Please Daddy help me please!” She begs, choking on the black blood streaming from her mouth.

His whole body shudders as he gags without any relief. “Isabelle,” Stan rasps in a whisper. It's all he can manage in his paralysis. Blood pools around Stanleys’ knees, soaking his blue pinstripe pajama pants. The gap grows, and her cries start to weaken. “No,” he rasps, wishing he could move or look away, and if this is a dream, he would like to WAKE UP.

A sliver of something white peaks from the hole, slowly emerging like a creature breaking from its shell. The uncut sides of Isabelles’ neck start to tear as the thing rises from inside her. Her neck swings back like it’s on a hinge and reveals fluffy orange hair, untouched by the flowing blood. As Stan watches in horror crooked yellow eyes emerge and the form reveals itself to be a head. A clown head. Stan gags as the clown smiles, revealing a row of sharp teeth. In a pleasant goofy voice, It speaks. “Hiya, Stanley!”

“Isabelle!” He gasps as he jolts awake, the sound of laughter echoing in his ears. His chest rises and falls rapidly and his heart beats wildly in his chest. He’s in his room, the air mattress sinking slowly beneath him. He’s safe.

Wait, safe from what? What had he been dreaming about? It must have been really bad, to have awoken in such a panic. He hopes it’s not a repeat of his and Patty’s Europe trip, where he’d spent those few days shivering in a dark hotel room awash with anxiety.

He gets up to check on the girls, his heart rate finally calming as he watches them sleep. They’re so small and also the biggest they’ve ever been. Little pieces of him and Patty in these two beautiful little girls. He loves them, more than he’s ever loved anything in his life, and he’s always going to keep them safe, no matter what.

[sunshinereddie]

a month after her husband’s passing, patty uris sees something strange on the news.

it’s a story about a missing person, a man who has been missing for a month now- a man named edward kaspbrak. patty watches as the news anchor explains the story, about how edward one day got up and left his job in new york without notice, told his wife he would be gone for a few days, and has not been seen or heard from since. a video recording plays of mrs kaspbrak, advocating that this behaviour was completely out of character for her husband, how something was definitely wrong with, that she fears something has happened to him, that she just wants to find him. the date on that video is three weeks old. edward kaspbrak remains missing.

the news anchor goes on to explain how the search for the man has extended out of new york and into neighbouring states and even further in the attempts to find him, but patty isn’t really listening to the words being spoken. because she is far too busy looking at the picture of the man in the top right corner of the television, her heart pounding in her chest and her hands beginning to shake…

because she knows that man.

well, she doesn’t ‘know’ him- she’s never met him before in her life. but his face, she knows she’s seen it before. and the name, kaspbrak, she’s definitely heard it before, but not with the first name ‘edward’… no, she knew him as something else, a nickname…

patty drops whatever she’s doing and rushes into her bedroom, opening up her closet and pushing all of her clothes aside. her late husband had always been quite sentimental, and stanley had kept quite a few mementos from his youth all the way through adulthood- and he kept them all in these boxes at the back of their closet. patty pulled out the dusty boxes, and with trembling hands, she opened them for the first time without stanley.

in the boxes were various random objects, perhaps looking like junk to someone else, but patty knew that they were some of stanley’s most loved possessions. an old battered copy of a birdwatching book, the first one stanley had ever received as a child. the baseball from the game where stanley had gotten the winning point for his team (stanley had stopped playing long before he had met patty, but he had never stopped being sentimental about that game). patty shuffled various yearbooks, trading cards, and journals that littered the box, until she came across what it was she was looking for: a photo album.

she placed the book on her lap, reading the title that stanley had written in his neat printing: ‘SUMMER 1989’. she hesitantly flipped open the book, and began looking through the pages. each one was filled with photographs, of her husband at twelve years old along with the group of friends she had always heard so much about. not so much as of recently (in the years before his death, it seemed as though stan’s memory of his past was starting to grow worse and worse), but when they had first started dating, oh how her husband- then boyfriend- had told her stories. stories about his friends, “the losers club” they had called themselves. how they were the best friends stan had ever had, how they were a little less like friends and a little more like family. stanley spoke of them less and less as the years went on, but patty never forgot- she could never forget about the people who had made her husband so happy and so loved, despite never having met them herself.

but she wasn’t looking through the photo album just for the memories- she was looking for something. someone. and it was close to the end of the book (well, it wasn’t quite the “end” of the book, it was only about halfway through, but that was where the pictures mysteriously stopped, and made patty wonder what had happened the rest of that summer) that she finally found it: the picture that made her blood run cold.

it was a photograph of her husband during that summer of ‘89. he wore a small smile on his face as he stared into the camera, but it wasn’t him that patty was focused on. instead, she was looking at the other person in the picture- the boy who had his arm thrown around stanley’s shoulder, and a wide, toothy grin on his face. his face was thirty years younger and ever so distorted from the poor quality of the old picture, but there was no mistaking it.

it was the face of the man patty saw on the news.

she picked off the piece of tape holding the photograph against the page, and slowly turned the picture over, where she was once again met with stan’s neat printing on the back of the picture- and this time, it felt like her heart stopped.

July 27th, 1989- Stanley Uris & Eddie Kaspbrak.

there it was. eddie kaspbrak- the man patty saw on the news. the man who was missing. as she read the name over and over again, then flipped the picture over and stared at the young boy’s face, it felt like the world around her was slowly starting to fall around her.

she always thought that there was something not quite right about stanley’s death. how sudden, how unexpected it had been. but now… things were starting to become far too strange for her. first, stanley’s death. then, just the very next day she had received a frantic phone call from a woman claiming to be his old friend, asking about him. and now, one of stanley’s best friends from childhood, the ‘eddie’ that patty used to hear so much about, was missing? and from the sounds of it, had gone missing right around the same time stanley had passed a month earlier.

patty’s hands dropped to her lap, the photo album falling to the floor in front of her. as she stared down at the photograph, those two young smiling faces staring back at her, she had only one thought going through her mind.

what had really happened to her husband?

[whatthefuckisasweep]

“I’m so young and you’re so old

This my darling I’ve been told

I dont care just what they say

Cause forever I will pray

You and I will be as free

As the birds up in the trees…”

Some StanPat bc I keep thinking abt how Stan can do an eerily good Paul Anka impression AND because StanPat is ADORABLE.

[incorrect-losers]

Stan's flirt style https://youtube.com/shorts/KGUROBAMIQ8?si=DxsLwOJZAPFDFJGb

STOP OMG

Stanley 3 minutes in to his first meeting with Patty and he has already mentioned 7 different types of warblers

Patty already falling for this bird obsessed goofball

[greenpidge101]

Not my directing professor letting me do a StanPat fanfic for a final scene. Like I get to direct it with actors and everything.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Band AU

Author: @lethbians