IT oneshots

dirty - stozier

TW/ homophobic slurs and slight abuse
age-16ish
3rd person p.o.v
stan and richie had been curled up together in the foul-mouthed boys room all day, watching movies and reading comics. the sun was setting and it would be dark soon, stanley sat up abruptly. "ive gotta go home rich, dad will be mad if im late for dinner again." he uttered, locking eyes with the brunette. "aw damn it staniel, ill miss you and i was just getting comfy!" richie yelped, scratching his head. stanley smiled lightly at him, cupping his cheek lightly. "ill be back tomorrow dumbass" the bird lover mumbled as he got up, fixing his shirt. "lemme walk you home at least okay? it's dangerous out there" richie said suppressing a laugh. stan shook his head lightly "fine".

the two boys exited the tozier household, hand in hand. "your dad still doesn't know right?" richie questioned, a serious tone coating his once mocking voice. stan eyed his boyfriend. "no, he doesn't." was all he said. they continued walking towards the uris residence. usually the boys would disentangle their hands before nearing stanley's house. on this occasion, they forgot.

as they reached the porch, stan dropped their hands, his eyes widened. "shit- i hope, i hope he didn't see" richie cursed. "ill see you tomorrow" he said and jogged away.
stanley froze up, hoping, no- praying that his father didn't see the two boys. he reached for the door handle and opened it, stepping into his home. "stanley" a stern voice announced. "yes, sir?" the boy quivered. "what were you doing with that tozier boy?" the voice asked, mr. uris slowly emerged from the room nearest the front door. "nothing sir, we were just watching movies and rea-" "that's not what i meant stanley" mr. uris cut him off. "why were you holding his hand, stanley?" he said, coming off more of a statement than a question. "its not what it l-looked like dad- i mean sir-" stan stuttered out, tears forming in his eyes.

mr. uris pushed his hair back neatly, "stanley, that tozier boy is a fag, you hear me?!" he yelled "a dirty dirty boy who will rot in hell, i don't want you to be like him." stanley's face was now wet with tears, his breathing heavy. "if i see you near that faggot again i will, i will-" before finishing the sentence, mr. uris' fist came into contact with the curly haired boy's face, sending him straight onto the hardwood floor. stan yelped in pain, clutching his throbbing cheek. "go to your room. now" the man composed himself, leaving the boy scared and sobbing in the dark hallway.

A/n - wow this hurt me so much,, hi i love writing angst and i love stozier so much.