losers club ↹ imagines | completed

She's No Thot, Richie ↹ Richie Tozier

Pairing: Platonic Richie Tozier x Female!Reader
Prompt: shesnothot's URL made me laugh (tumblr)
Warnings: uhhhhh he calls reader a thot, riche and reader throwing insults back and forth at the end ; ages up 16/17
Word Count: 950
Pronouns: SHE/HER
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Richie Tozier was notoriously known for insulting anyone and everyone, especially people who gave him hard times about things.

(Y/N) (L/N) was no exception to this. The two of them never spoke, and (Y/N) had no intentions on doing so. She knew he was a trashmouth, that's what the entire junior class calls him, teachers included. She pretty much avoided all of The Losers Club, as they were so proudly called. Except for Ben, he was her lab partner and they were forced to talk.

Benjamin Hanscom had changed a lot since they were thirteen, he had sort of thinned out, and got nothing other than smarter. (Y/N) always got paired up with him because they were the favourites in the class, always got the best grades, and always got their work done.

Richie was also in their class, and he was at the opposite end of the spectrum. He always got paired up with Bill or Stan, because they were the only two who really knew how to keep Richie from goofing around the whole time. Seventeen years on the planet, and Richie still doesn't know how to properly behave himself.

On this particular day, however, the teacher decided to change it up a little, "Richie Tozier and (Y/N) (L/N)," as soon as the words fell from their teacher's mouth, (Y/N) received a pity look from Ben, Stan, and Bill. Richie made a hollaring noise, likely because he was pleased with his pairing.

"Hey! Richie Trashmouth Tozier at your service, and worry not, the pleasure is all mine," Richie smiled at (Y/N) and bowed his head a little.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at him, sitting down at the lab table, "Do you know what you're doing with this?"

"Not in the slightest, but that's why you're here isn't it? To make sure we get the good grade," He said it like it was not big deal, but (Y/N) felt otherwise. He really expected her to do all of the work?

"I'm here to do my part of the lab, and to make sure I do it correctly. You can't truly expect me to do a partener lab by myself? That's why we have partners, Richie," (Y/N) gave him a look that led him to believe she was actually being serious about this, and the fact that she shoved her open textbook towards him, "You need to read about what we're learning before you can actually do any of it, so I suggest you get started."

Richie did so and started reading, and was finished by the end of class. He had been so absorbed in reading about what they were learning, he had neglected to realise (Y/N) had actually done it all. By herself. To say he was annoyed would be an understatement. Why did she have him read it if she knew she would just do it anyway?

(Y/N) gathered her things and walked out the door as the bell rang, leaving Richie there by himself with her book open in front of him.

"Why do you look so flabbergasted?" Ben asked, "Did she blow you away with how smart she is? She's one of the smartest people I know,"

"She didn't say hardly anything to me all period. She made me read this whole section so we could do the lab together, and then did it all by herself? She's being a total thot, I can't believe the nerve of her," Richie huffed and looked visibly annoyed.

"She's no thot, Richie," Stan chimed in, "Not only are you not using that term correctly, but you're also just being dramatic. She made you work, heaven forbid."

"But why did I have to if she was just going to do it herself? That's so dumb!" Richie was still annoyed, but decided to just drop it, there was no reason to discuss this.

The following day, in class, Richie and (Y/N) were sitting at the lab table not doing anything. She was working on her math homework and he was pouting, still annoyed from yesterday.

"Here's your book back," Richie rolled his eyes as (Y/N) took the book from him, "Why'd you even make me read it if you were just going to do it yourself?"

"Because you need to learn how to pull your weight in some things," (Y/N) replied, "Why'd you call me a thot, and in the wrong context, even?"

Richie's face went white and then red, "Which one of them told you?"

"Ben, when we were studying last night," (Y/N) looked down at the packet in front of her, "I don't care that you did it, Trashmouth. But at least insult me in proper context, and with better reason than me making you do your own work,"

Richie was slightly shocked, (Y/N) wasn't mad at him? Now that'snew for him. Usually people are insulted after he, well, insults them, "You seriously aren't mad at me?"

(Y/N) snorted, "How could I be offended by you? You don't deserve my anger, or any other emotion, hoe,"

"Hoe? Like you're one to talk, mega-bitch," Richie felt proud of himself, until she retorted.

"Shit-head,"

"Cuck,"

"Toe licker,"

Richie's face turned up at her reply, "Ew. You know, (Y/N), you aren't half bad,"

"Yeah, I know. I'm just over half-great," She smiled.

As much as (Y/N) hated to admit it, she could definitely tell being partnered up with Trashmouth Tozier wasn't as bad as originally thought. On top of that, she could tell this was going to be the start of a new lab partner and friendship.