'come join the clown,eds'

hemsworth: go ahead

hiddleston: F....

hemsworth:

evans: you pushed him off a cliff!

a/n: this is my first it imagine, and i obviously had to do it for my favourite boy, stan the man.

wattpad: no

requested: yes

warnings: racist comments

this is set during it: chapter one.

summary; being the new girl’s tough, especially when you’re foreign, but it’s always better with some new friends, and stan.

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“wszystko będzie dobrze, kochanie.” y/n’s mother rubbed her shoulder in comfort. (you’re going to be fine, baby)

“tak, wiem.” it was a lie. (yeah, i know)

“dobra dziewczynka, czy chcesz, żebym cię odebrał po szkole?” y/m/n smiled at y/n. (good girl, do you want me to pick you up after school?)

“nie, dziękuję mamo.” y/n steps out of the car and closes the door. (no thank you mum/mom)

y/m/n waves in her daughter’s direction as she smiles back and before you know it, she’s out of sight.

a shaky breath leaves the young polish girl’s mouth as she walks to the main entrance of the school.

the second the y/h/c girl goes through the door, every pair of eyes are on her. y/n’s hands slightly shake as she walks past a group of four boys.

in the attempt to ignore the whispers and cat calls, y/n accidently bumps into someone.

“sorry-” y/n’s head snaps up in the direction of the person she bumped into.

“it’s okay, new girl.” it’s a pretty, tall girl with blonde hair. “i’m greta. greta keene.”

her hand is out stretched, awaiting y/n to shake it.

“y/n l/n.” she responds, grasping greta’s hand.

y/n hears a chorus of giggles coming from behind greta, as she pears around her to see the two other blonde haired girls.

they both wore the same clothes, like they were from heathers. black buckled up shoes with long white socks that went above their knees, green plaid skirts and a red button up shirt. they both had matching hair styles, their hair pulled up into a tight pony tail. they were both attempting to look like greta.

y/n knew these kinds of girls.

she was one.

pretty much, she was a complete bully back in poland: head bitch in charge.

“so, since you’re new,” y/n’s eyes snapped back to greta’s. “you wanna hang with us? once in a life time opportunity.”

“um, i’m good… thanks.” y/n slowly backs away. “thanks though, see ya.”

y/n quickly scurries off to the guidance councillor’s office which was the opposite side of the hall.

…

“thank god that’s over.” y/n mutters as she successfully opens her locker.

“well, well, well.” a familiar voice echo’s throughout the empty halls.

greta keene.

“oh- hi.” y/n simply responds.

“y/n l/n. the polish bitch.” greta walks to where y/n stands.

“how do you-” y/n starts.

“i know that you’re trying to act american, but it’s obvious. you’re not from around here. i don’t even know why you’re here, you should probably leave.” greta makes direct eye contact with y/n.

“are you threating me?” y/n looks up.

“are you answering back?” greta barks back.

y/n bites her tongue, she really doesn’t want to get in a fight on her first day of school. her mother would not be happy.

“well, l/n…” greta begins, but is soon cut off.

“hey, greta! why don’t you back off?”

y/n looks to where the voice is coming from.

it’s two boys she saw in the hallway earlier.

one’s rather short with dark brown hair and a fanny pack around his waist, and the other has curly, soft, light brown hair with a kippah perfectly placed on his head.

“well, if it isn’t the jew and wheezy.” greta turns on her heel. “here for the show are we?”

“leave, greta. no one wants you here.” the curly haired boy responds.

“well, urine, i’m only leaving because you’re a waste of my time, not because you told me to. remember that.” greta points a finger to the boy before turning to y/n. “as for you, new girl, i’m not done with you.” and with that, greta leaves.

a sigh leaves y/n lips, grateful that someone stopped greta.

“thank you so much.” y/n turns to her saviours.

“you’re welcome-” the jewish boy begins.

“stan! what the hell were you thinking? greta’s now going to be on our case more than she already is! ah, fuck!” the smaller boy speaks at the speed of light.

“eds, breathe, damn it.” stan rolls his eyes.

“anyways, i’m stanley uris, is this is eddie kaspbrak.” stan holds out his hand for y/n to shake.

“y/n l/n. pleasure.” she grips stanley’s hand. “thank you once again. most people wouldn’t do that.” y/n reluctantly lets go of stan’s soft and warm hand.

“well, i’m not most people.” stan chuckles.

there’s a moment of silence as stan and y/n look into each other’s eyes.

“excuse me! i’m right here.” eddie throws his hands up, dramatically.

“o-oh, yeah, right. anyways, since you’re new, you probably don’t have anyone to hang out with.” stan slightly moves side to side - foot to foot. “do you want to hang out with my friends and i?”

a smile makes its way onto y/n face. “i would love that.”

and with that said, y/n, stanley and eddie leave school and head for the bike rack where two boys are chatting.

“you took your sweet-ass time.” a boy with coke-bottle glasses groans.

“w-who’s this?” a boy with a choppy hair cut stutters.

“this is the new girl, y/n l/n.” stan introduces.

“i’m b-b-bill. it’s n-nice to meet y-you.” bill smiles.

“you too, bill.” y/n nods.

“and this is-”

“richie tozier, madame, but you can call me your future boyfriend.” richie dramatically bows.

“wow, you’re very bold, richie.” y/n chuckles in the slightest.

stan huffs in annoyance.

“well, y/n’s going to hang out with us, i hope that’s cool.” eddie adjusts his backpack straps.

“yeah, that’s c-cool. the more t-the m-m-m…” bill sighs.

“merrier?” richie asks.

bill nods his head, annoyed that his stutter always gets in the way.

“it’s okay, you can take your time speaking, bill.” y/n says.

bill slightly smiles towards his new friend.

“so, we were going to go to the quarry, right?” richie jumps on his bike.

“oh, yeah. i forgot.” stan grabs his bike, along with eddie.

“oh, guys.” all four pairs of eyes dart to y/n. “i don’t have a bike.”

“oh, that’s fine. you can just get on the back of mine.” stan’s cheeks ever so slightly turn pink.

“oh, thank you, again, stan.” y/n clambers on the back of stanley’s bike.

y/n slowly puts her arms around stan’s waist, making feel slightly embarrassed.

“you can hold a bit tighter if you want, i don’t want you falling off.” stanley tries to sound mature, but inside he’s freaking out, a girl he met not even ten minutes ago has her arms wrapped around his torso, and he likes it.

y/n holds a bit tighter as stan begins to peddle away from school.