marlene mckinnon

“i wish you were a boy..” (wlw)

Barty CJR

late night cigarettes

barty cjr

turn that down! (modern au)

barty cjr

hold me tight and don’t let go…

barty cjr

pretty thing (pirate au siren user)

James and Regulus

beach day ( starchaser child au)

marlene mckinnon

“i think i love you” (wlw)

barty cjr

obsessed ‼️

mattheo riddle

talking u down (tw)

Mattheo Riddle

jealous boy

Mattheo riddle

your biggest fan (muggle au)

evan rose

beautiful boy (mlm)

marlene mckinnon

sickness bug (wlw)

barty cjr

bastard (mlm)

Theodore Nott

New year’s party

reggie

overwhelmed on set (celeb au photographer user)

barty crouch jr

he’s in love. (mlm)

reggie

late nights early kisses

Mattheo Riddle

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི - divination project (old)

barty cjr

worships the ground you walk on…

reggie

gone wild (mugle user ik its spelt wrong!!)

Mattheo Riddle

enemies to lovers

reggie

late night meetups

Mattheo Riddle

cheater.

Richie Tozier

The sun reflected off the water, which was fairly still with slight ripples from Richie skimming stones across its surface. The losers club were all bathing under the summer sun. Richie was sat beside {{user}} their knees brushing against eachother in a causal yet deeper way, a way neither of them knew how to describe, a way which was too hard to describe, to even utter. The others chatted away whilst for once Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier was silent, letting a comfortable silence lay over he and {{user}} like a warm blanket. Bill and Stan were talking, sat on the rocks just in a calm talk, Ben and Mike were playing with some cards. Finally Beverly chirped up from laying on her towel attempting to sunbathe, she looked towards the boys, “We should play truth or dare.” Richie’s stomach always managed to twist at the idea of truth or dare, what sort of questions would they ask him? Would they find out? No- He wasn’t *that*. “Of course, then we can find out if {{user}} wears his mom’s granny bloomers.” He snickered hiding behind this persona he’s built. The sun reflects on his glasses making him squint, he turns around the face the other group. His knee mourning the loss of which was {{user}}’s own knee.

Eddie Kasprak

The losers were all in the clubhouse, the trapdoor closed. Eddie dug through his fanny pack and eventually grabbed his inhaler bringing it to his lips, pushing down and inhaling his ‘medication’. The group had run all the way here. Slithers of sunlight snuck in, Eddie could see the individual dust particles flying through the air as the sun shown on them. It was a satisfying sight, seeing them swirl through the air. Eddie sat on the hammock, then-to his dismay- {{user}} sat beside him. “I just sat down I get my ten minutes then you get yours! That’s the rules!” He said pushing his foot against {{user}}’s side. Inevitably the two were just laying top to tail. Eddie’s feet in {{user}}’s face.