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Warnings: Fluff? swearing, religious slurs?
*female reader, your POVanother fucking day at this school brings me a day closer to just running away, I swear. I don't really have much friends because of my personality, no one understands I'm just sarcastic and salty for fun, I don't actually mean what I say if people take offence, I love everyone really. the 'losers club' are my only actual friends because they all just understand, especially Richie. I grew up with that kid and I literally would risk my life for him, we're pretty much the exact same person except I reel in the sexual innuendos when I know it's too far, the flirting battles we get into are insane, I find them so fucking hilarious.
"Hey Marcelina!! over here!" I turned my head around to see Stan shouting at me with Richie, Bill and Eddie standing with him. Richie's smirk was the first thing I received when I finally made my way over to the group, all welcoming smiles except his which was a little too welcoming. "Richie Tozier if you don't stop undressing me with your eyes I swear to god!" Stan scoffed loudly, obviously making a part of the 'god' comment, stupid idiot. "okay baby, I'll stop undressing you with my eyes if you let my hands take over?" I choked on my own laughter at this, slightly laughing at the bluntness and at everyone else's reactions. only one reaction lingered on my mind longer than it should have, Bill and Eddie just rolled their eyes yet Stan almost growled lowly and shifted himself closer to me.
"Stanley darling, are you okay there?" he narrowed his eyes at me, glaring lowly before facing away yet not moving to where he once was. "Marcelina my love, are you coming to the barrens with us this weekend?" Richie was obviously calling my attention back over to him, as he always does but as much as i wanted to go, church was more important in my family and it has to stay that way. "sorry Rich, i've got church camp all weekend, sorta like a baptism training thingy i guess? so no, i can't mak-" surprisingly Stan cut me off with a loud sarcastic laugh followed by an irritated smirk which made me want to slap him in all honesty. "oh pleAse, why are you spending all weekend obsessing over a stupid book and probably sacrificing shit to a 'god' who isn't even real, no one can be three fucking people!" do the noodles on his head burn though his actual brain cells?!
"oh Stannie baby, you know i love you but i swear to every god on the books, you make any more comments about my religion this conversation is going to go from 0-100 so quick and you'll lose at least three of those preciously cute hairs on your head. understand loverboy?" i guess my words came off a little stronger than i obviously intended, no one picking up the obvious sarcasm in my voice, well no one except Richie. three awe shook boys stood in front of me, mouths hung open and completely wide eyed yet Rich was smirking wildly, almost looking like he was about to cry from laughter. "you think your all massive calling me those names and then threatening me when you kNOW that we all know what a fucking massive softy you are, you wouldn't ever hurt any of us, especially not me, baby."
now everyone was just pure shook, never has Stan once ever spoken like that to anyone, and honestly it kinda turned me on. being the great and talented drama queen i am, a loud huff left my lips as my heel turned in a sharp 360 leading me to walk swiftly away from the group, acting shocked. without any of the losers in my classes, second and third period dragged on for what felt like excruciating years, i was the typical girl who sat at the back of my class, quiet until anyone tried to speak to me then i'd raise like the mountains above. no one fucks with me while i'm alone, i just don't like talking to people if i don't know them on a personal level, end of. "for anyone listening, next week we'll be doing group practical projects, so the pairing will be next week! oh, and please everyone don't for-" that loud alarm which send waves of relief rung shrilling through my ears, the annoyingly high pitched babbling of my English teacher was silenced as everyone sprinted out the room and headed straight for lunch.
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