finn wolfhard imagines

richie tozier 《1》

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In which the Losers Club is making a blood oath and y/n decides to confess something
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The eight kids stood in a circle, holding each others hand.

Small puddles of blood were forming from droplets coming from the cuts on their palms.

They had made a blood oath. A serious one.

Two of the kids felt slightly uncomfortable with the silence and seriousness of everyone.

"Wait, guys. Don't go yet."

Y/n grabbed a permanent marker out of her pocket and walked over to Bill.

She started writing on his arm, and when she finished, she revealed the word "loser" on his wrist.

She went around the circle, and soon everyone had "loser" written on them.

They all smiled at her, and she was glad to have made everyone more cheerful.

"Wait, y/n. You didn't write on Richie's wrist."

Y/n grabbed her marker again, and wrote the five letter word once more.

When Richie looked down at his wrist, he saw a different word to the others.

The word "lover" was written where everyone else had "loser".

He looked up at y/n, smiling and laughing.

"I love you, Richie."