Baby Tozier | the losers club

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YOU ARE READING PART ONE

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | The Loser's Club

reader | Tozier

requested | Anonymous

warnings | Mild swearing

word count | 287

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

>> parts <<

one | Baby Tozier

two | The Maze

summary | Hi!! I love your writing! Could you do an imagine for IT where the reader is Richie's twin, but is the complete opposite of him (like they're really quiet and shy), and he and the gang are really protective of them especially in Neibolt? Sorry if that's so specific!

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"No. No no no no no no! No! That is not happening. I'm sorry, but no." Richie said as he stared at the short straw you had pulled. You smiled, feeling somewhat glad that you did.

"Guys, it's (Y/n)! We can't let (Y/n) go!" Richie shouted. The others glanced around. You were the baby of the group if you will. You were quiet, timid, and never talked to anyone except your brother. That was until he introduced you to Losers. Even then it took you at least a month to start talking. Yet, as gentle and frail as you were, no one seemed to want to take your place in going into the house.

"Richie, I'll be fine." You whispered. He looked at you with wide eyes.

"Fine? Fine? (Y/n) you will not be fine! We are going to a crack head house to fight a literal fucking demon! So no, you will not be fine! You are staying out here and no one can say anything to change that!" He yelled. You frowned before deciding on something.

"No Richie. I-I'm done being baby Tozier." You whispered. Everyone seemed shocked. You and Richie, despite your polar opposite personalities, were as thick as thieves, and if one thing was for sure, you always listened to him. (Y/n), don't do that. Okay, Richie. (Y/n) be careful. I'm sorry Richie. Not like that (Y/n). I'll do better next time Richie. Well not anymore.

"I'm going to go inside that house and I am going whether you fucking like it or not." You said and pointed a finger at him. There were several gasps. You had never, not once, cursed. The others stared as you walked into the broken front door, indeed, no longer, Baby Tozier.

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