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Update time!

Thank you to all the lovely people who have reached out asking for updates and sending their concern!

I promise I haven’t abandoned tumblr, I’ve just been having some health problems I’ve been dealing with that has made me put my witting on hiatus

I am having a surgery this coming week, which is fairly intensive (and expensive 😑) but I’m hoping that this will mark the end of this stupid chapter

The recovery is fairly intense but I’m hoping that once the surgery is done I’ll be able to start writing again while I can’t work

I am sorry for everyone who has made requests that I haven’t gotten to! I see you, I promise I will get to them!

Thank you all for the patience, I will be back with vengeance, I miss writing for you all!

Love you guys 🫶

In the meantime please enjoy some hot men!

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Hey all! Another update! I haven’t gone MIA I promise

I have been dealing with some health problems the past week and a bit so I haven’t had a chance to write much of anything

I am going to get back into it! I have so many drafts and ideas and requests waiting which I will definitely get around to!

Thank you all for being patient 🫶

Don’t worry yall I will be writing another part of never there and more schlatt stuff in general but specifically the childhood friends series

I haven’t forgotten you schlatt girlies

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Fucking train is 2 hours delayed 😭

Fuck you transport NSW ugh

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Don’t worry yall I will be writing another part of never there and more schlatt stuff in general but specifically the childhood friends series

I haven’t forgotten you schlatt girlies

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Just watched episode 8 of season 2 of Andor and spoilers under the cut

SYRIL MY BELOVED NOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

It was the most satisfying, heartbreaking confrontation between him and Cass’ and so gut wrenching watching him realise the part he played in all of this

He is such a tragic tale of centrism and male rage and the flaws of right wing extremism and cognitive dissonance

The leopards did indeed eat your face king 😭

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Smothered

A bittersweet reunion as Erik struggles to adjust to his new normal Warnings: suggestive, no smut, crying, panic attack, angst A/N: I was writing a smut but then it turned angsty, not sure how that happened lol but enjoy

This feels unreal. Like he's about to wake up from a dream and find himself back there, laid out on a sleeping bag in the safehouse, the memory of you fading as he's pulled from sleep. But you're here. He's here. And your hand is cupping the side of his face, warm, gentle, loving, touching his face, as you trace his skin with your fingers.

His breath is heaving, hands propping himself up as he hovers over you, straddling your hips as he takes you in, your face, misty-eyed and loving, staring back up at him. He's sure he looks the same, own eyes filled with emotion as he stares down at you, lips parted as if to speak, struggling to find the words as he just leans down and kisses you.

The kiss is gentle, chaste. Nothing like the ones you shared when he first walked in, when he couldn't stop his mouth from devouring you, desperate. Now he's not desperate. He's nervous.

As his lips press against yours, soft and shy, he can't help but sigh into your mouth when he feels you move against him, your hands trailing down to the side of his neck to hold him close as your lips move against his, guiding him, teaching him again how to kiss you.

How to love you.

He lets you lead, following you as he kisses you, his body slowly remembering that this feeling is what his normal was, what it will be again. You, under him, invading his senses.

All he can feel is you; your lips on his, your soft breath on his lips each time you pull away slightly to breathe, minty and sweet, your delicate hands on him, the soft plush mattress under his shaky hands. He hadn't even realised he was shaking until your hand is trailing down his arm, gently finding his.

"You're shaking," you whisper against his lips when you pull away, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. He just swallows hard, looking down at you as he struggles to find the words to say, sitting back slightly on his knees, he lets you take his trembling hand in yours. "If you're not ready yet..." you trail off, fingers trailing across his cracked knuckles as your eyes trace down his arm.

He swallows hard, before it breaks, the tears trickling down his face, as he sits there frozen, almost embarrassed, as he turns his head and looks away. He hears your breath catch as you watch him cry, he squeezes his eyes shut tighter at the sound, as he tries to rid his chest of the ache that settles deep in there, the hollow feeling that he's trying to let you fill.

He lets your hands find his shoulders, lets you gently pull him down to you until he collapses, hands working their way around your waist as he pulls you into him, holding you with bruising force as he sobs into your neck. He feels your hands around his shoulders as he heaves, breathing out gasps as he lies atop you, his weight pressing into you as he pulls you impossibly close.

"I've got you, baby," you murmur into his temple as your lips find root there, soft and gentle against the side of his face, his heart aching with how gentle your words are. He feels stupid, he feels weak, he feels pathetic. Finally, after all this time, he's back here with you. He has you under him, in your bed again, after all this time away, the way he dreamt about every night, and all he can do is cry.

The feeling is suffocating, closing in on him as he drowns in it all. All the emotions he's been holding back, everything he saw, the feeling of you against him. The good and the bad. It all overwhelms him. He just sobs.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out, voice horse and stuttering, "fuck I'm sorry, god this is fucking stupid."

"Don't say sorry," you say firmly but gently as you hold him, easing him down off your hips onto the bed, cradling him against your chest, "you have nothing to say sorry for."

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This'll Sting

Gally x GN! reader Summary: Gally hurts himself and needs your help Warning: kissing, injuries, nothing too intense. V. cute fluff

The box in your hand falls to the floor when you walk back into the tent and see Gally sitting there, hunched over as he leans his elbow on his arm, waiting patiently on the cot as his eyes stay glued to his hand. He has some scrap fabric tied tightly around it, clenching and unclenching it before he looks up, cold, steely eyes meeting yours when he hears the box hit the floor.

You scramble to pick up the bits and bobs that fall out, feeling eyes stay glued to you as you move, "oh god Gally," you murmur as you finally collect yourself and stand up, "sorry I didn't expect you to be here."

He just nods his head, slow and uncertain as he eyes you, before looking away again as he holds his hand awkwardly in his lap, "didn't know where ya'll had gone."

"Were you waiting long?" you ask as you push the box up onto the shelf, before turning and walking over to him, standing in front of him as he remains hunched over himself, eyes trained on his hand as he shakes his head.

"Did you hurt your hand?" you ask softly when you notice his lack of response, hand coming out to hover, palm up, near his own, a small offering as you wait for him to place his hand on yours. He hesitates but eventually relents, placing his large, heavy hand on yours as he unclenches his fist, revealing the blood-soaked fabric he's using as a makeshift bandage.

He just nods, grinding his teeth as he watches you wait expectantly for him to tell you how it happened, "just got distracted."

"Must've been something pretty good to distract you of all people," you say with a soft laugh, trying to ease his tension as you carefully unwrap the bandage.

His breath catches as he feels his face heat up, mind drifting back to the thought of you, watching you climb up the fence and lean over it as you talk to Newt in the gardens. It completely captivated him, watching you smile and laugh with Newt, bent over the railing as your bright smile shone in the afternoon sun, drawing his attention away from where he was meant to be holding some wood still for Ben to hammer in place. Next thing he knows, he's hitting the ground, feeling the blood seep from his hand as he groans in pain, trying to fight back the way he wants to scream bloody murder - more concerned with not drawing your attention over to him than he is the pain in his hand.

"It was incredible," he murmurs softly, surprising both of you as he meets your eyes before looking away and straightening up again. He curses himself silently for saying something that feels so dorky as it comes from his mouth, shutting his eyes briefly when he hears your breathy laugh fill the room. Great she thinks you're a fucking dork now.

"You handled it better than most," you say gently, wincing slightly when you remove the bandage and see the gash in his palm. He turns back to you, a smirk pulling on his lips as he finds himself sitting up straighter.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah," you nod as you bring a basin of water over, gently cleaning the dried blood around the cut, "didn't even hear you hurt yourself, most of the time there's a whole Shakespeare play when someone gets hurt."

He lets out a laugh as he watches you, "those shanks will take any excuse to lay around."

You hum thoughtfully as you turn and soak a cotton pad in antibacterial ointment, "or maybe they just like being looked after for a bit."

He scoffs as he watches you work, looking back at his palm, where he feels the ghost of your soft skin pressed against his rough hand. "Yeah, well," he says as he swallows, looking back over as he watches your hands move confidently as you prepare the cotton pad, your words doing something to him as he feels his heart begin to race, "I can take care of myself."

"I'll have nothing to do if you say that," you turn back to him, taking his hand back in yours as you look up at him with a gentle concern in your eyes, "this'll sting, okay."

He nods, sucking air through his teeth when he feels the cold burn of the liquid touching the cut, clenching his jaw as he watches your eyebrows furrow in concern as you mumble apologies as you clean him up. He can't tear his eyes off you, letting you finish cleaning his hand as he follows your every move, a warmth rising in his chest as he feels your gentle touch on him. He can almost feel the concern for him radiating through every move you make, and it shocks him how much he likes it, how much he wants it to continue.

As you finish bandaging his hand, and begin to pull away, Gally finds himself reaching for you, rough hand, heavy and firm as it encircles yours, keeping you in place as he looks up at you from his space on the bed. He watches as you look down at him, a small smile on your face as you tilt your head in concern, eyes encouraging him to say whatever it is he needs to say.

He's not sure what he needs to say, he just feels this feeling in his chest bubbling, pouring through every bone in his body as he stares wordlessly up at you, mouth parted in surprise as he tries to find the words. It boils over all at once it seems, and before he can stop himself gally is leaning up and pressing his lips to yours in a rough, chaste kiss.

He barely touches you, except for where his hand is still holding your, lips just pressed together before just as quickly he's pulling away, staring at you in shock as he stumbles over his words.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, even as he doesn't move, heart pounding in his chest as he watches your eyes flutter open, gazing up at him sweet and confused, "I don't know why I did that, I just -"

It's his turn to be shocked now, as he feels you press your lips to his this time, softer now, moving gently against his as you encourage him to reciprocate your movements. He's nervous and sloppy as his lips move against yours, melting into you as he lets his eyes shut and his hand finds your waist. His hand trembles as it grasps your side, a soft groan leaving his throat when his fingers meet bare skin where your shirt rides up.

His heart pounds against his chest, yours matching its intensity as you press together, chest to chest, lips moving in sync as you learn a rhythm together. You stay there for what feels like hours, nervously touching each other as your lips dance together, shaky and breathless and obviously new to all this, learning to lean into this feeling together.

Eventually, you pull away, a giggle leaving your lips immediately as you look down bashfully, a dopey smile breaking out on his lips despite how hard he tries to hold back, as he watches you shy away from him.

Neither of you knows what to say, just smiling as you bashfully bounce on your heels, standing close to each other. Gally can't seem to wipe the smile from his face, no matter how hard he tries, lips tingling where they pressed to yours, as he lets himself enjoy the warm feeling growing in his chest.

"Do you wanna sit with me at dinner?" he asks eventually, his smile widening even further when you look back up at him and nod eagerly.

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Girl omg I neeeeeed to see fav pics of Will! gimme the eye candy

Girl you have opened a can of worms you're not ready for! Enjoy the frankly stupid amount of photos of Will I have save on Pinterest lol

My favourite flavours of Will are bleach blonde Will and long hair Will but that may just be cause I love a mullet and a weird 80s punk vibe so much!!!!

I highly encourage everyone to reblog with your fav pics! I wanna see lol

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would anyone give a fuck if i started writing will poulter stuff?

I have thought this boy was fucking gorgeous since maze runner and everyone thought I was crazy back then but now ya'll are frothing over him suddenly as if he wasn't always stunning. idgaf if he was awkward looking that's why i loved him! This hype train is the only thing I will proudly say I was onboard before it was cool lol

I feel vindicated and it's inspiring me to write about some of his characters - gally from maze runner, Erik from warfare, Shepard Leopold from Death of a unicorn, Adam Warlock from Guardians of the Galaxy, Colin Ritman from bandersnatch, Luca from the Bear, mark from Midsommar

Is the interest there? Based on how many times I've watched these movies ^^^ I fucking adore this man

My requests are open :3

Edit: this post has gotten a bit popular and I have since started writing for this gorgeous man! Masterlist is here

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Never There p. 2

Chef Luca x GN!reader Summary: Your boyfriend decides to go home for a while and leaves you totally confused and alone Warning: Angst, kinda ooc Luca, breakdown, crying, illusions to depression, anxiety A/N: Read part 1 here

It had been a weird few weeks. Luca's sudden return to work after his extended leave of absence has thrown your routine into chaos - he started repeating this cycle of working himself to the bone, of barely being home and when he was home, barely talking to you, to taking multiple days off suddenly, and still not talking to you. It was a confusing, disorienting pattern: long hours away, late nights when he wouldn’t come to bed until after you were asleep, followed by stretches where he was home but not present—physically beside you but mentally somewhere else, somewhere unreachable. It was starting to upset you, and most of all worry you.

At first, you tried to give him space. You knew he was struggling with something, though you still didn’t know exactly what. After your conversation on the balcony with him a few weeks ago, you felt like you were walking on eggshells. treading cautiously around him as though he were a wild animal about to spook at any second and run off never to be seen again. You weren't sure where you stood anymore, even as you continued to live together, and it made it all the harder to see him like this.

It was clear whatever he was going through was deeply affecting him, but he insisted on keeping you at arm's length, shutting down every attempt you made to spend time with him, or snapping at you when you would try to get him to open up. As much as part of you felt guilty for feeling this way, you were beginning to get angry at him for it. For just shutting down on you like this, after so long together.

You felt like he was building up to a breakup that he was too scared to commit to, trying to get you to be the one to pull the trigger so he wouldn't have to live with the guilt of breaking your heart. You didn't want to do that, obviously, despite all of this, you loved him to bits, and his recent actions were so out of character that they made you more concerned than they did make you want to leave him. A part of you didn't want to give him the satisfaction either, but you tried to ignore that bitter part, born far more out of hurt than any genuine feelings towards the man you loved.

So you waited. Patiently. Trying your best to get him to talk and spend time with you, dotting on him with a very genuine concern, though you were starting to think it made him feel worse, and hoped that in time he would open up and let you in, and you could fix whatever was going on. Because sometimes, just sometimes, there were glimmers of the old Luca. Fleeting but radiant moments: when he’d crawl into bed and wrap himself around you without a word, or when you’d find a cup of coffee waiting for you in the morning, or a tiny scribbled note on the fridge that read, love you. sorry. Those moments reminded you that he still cared. That somewhere in the mess of his mind, you still mattered.

Though these were getting further in between.

After a frankly shit day at work, the last thing you expected to hear when you got home was rustling from your bedroom. You thought the apartment would be empty. Luca had left before you this morning, silent as usual, and you assumed he’d be working late again.

Instead, you found him standing on tiptoes, dragging his suitcase down from the top of your shared wardrobe.

Your heart dropped.

He has a frankly random pile of clothes on the bed, shoes and socks, underwear, enough to last an extended period of time. Not everything he owned, but it made your stomach twist nonetheless. He doesn't hear you come in, stopping only when he loses his grasp on the suitcase and it goes clambering to the floor behind him, and you audibly gasp at the sound as you're pulled from your shock.

He turns and meets your gaze, staring at you wide-eyed like a deer in headlights as though he's been caught doing something he shouldn't have been. You both just stand for a while, him staring at you, you staring at the clothes on your bed as you feel a thick sadness rise in your throat.

You're home early, he murmurs, sounding almost scared as he makes no attempt to retrieve the suitcase he dropped.

“Are you… going somewhere?” you asked, though the answer was obvious. Your voice cracked as you said it, barely a whisper, thick with dread, unable to say the obvious words you so desperately want to ask.

It's only then that he moves, turning his back to you as he stands in front of the bed, not saying anything as he seems to take stock of the situation.

It only makes you feel worse. His lack of response is a clear confirmation of your worst fears, and tears flood your waterline. "Luca?" you asked again, more firmly this time.

He didn’t look at you as he began moving again, methodically placing clothes into the suitcase, almost on autopilot, "I have to go home for a bit."

His voice is so robotic it makes you flinch, "home? to London?"

He just nods.

"I didn't know you were going to London," you say, your voice softening slightly as you take a step forward, cautiously, "have you bought tickets yet? Maybe I can take some time off work and -"

"I'm going alone," the words were blunt. Final.

You froze. It was like he’d slapped you. It wasn’t just the words, it was the way he said them. Like the door had been slammed shut in your face. You stared at him, your mouth slightly open, unable to find words. The silence was deafening.

He seems to sense your heartbreak, and after putting the last of his things in his suitcase, he turns to you, just standing there as you both stare at each other.

Neither of you moves, a fragile silence settles over the room, and you both feel too scared to say anything, as if the slightest movement with totally shatter the last shred of home you have for your relationship.

He steps closer to you, standing in front of you now, nearly chest to chest and just stares at you, eyes scanning over your face, you can't tell if he's taking you in for the last time, or for the first time in months. He moves his hand gently up as if going to cup your face, before freezing, uncertain.

"Are we over?" you ask, in a whisper as you let him reach out for you, leaning towards him until his warm hands cup your cheeks as you let the tears spill over.

"I don't wanna be," he says back, voice cracking as he looks at you, looking so fragile and vulnerable as he watches your heart break because of him.

"That doesn't answer my question."

he swallows hard, fighting back his own tears as he begins to shake his head, "i just need some time."

You just nod as you both stare at each other, before the dam breaks.

He collapsed into you, arms wrapping around you with desperate force, finally letting out everything he's been holding back as he burries his head in your hair and bawls.

You hold him tight, trying to comfort him as your hands rub soothingly down his back as you let him find comfort in your presence, ignoring your own pain to allow him the space to finally get out everything he's been feeling.

"I'm sorry," he sobs, voice cracking as he struggles to breathe, "I'm sorry I've been doing this to you, I don't know what's wrong with me."

You try to shush him, try to tell him it's ok, but the apologies keep spilling from his lips, just as fast as the tears keep coming. He works himself into a panic, hyperventilating as he cries into your arms, as you both hold each other. It doesn't feel like a breakup, but you both know things are so deeply not ok. It feels like something less simple, less easy to fix. Despite having him in your arms, the closest you've been in over a month, you've never felt further away from your boyfriend.

He had promised he'd try to message you, though you're not sure you believe it. He would at least tell you when he gets there, you trust he'll keep his word on that. All you can do for now is lie here, waiting.

Every few seconds, you're reaching for your phone, convinced you've missed a notification in the few seconds since you put your phone down, the streams of tears never ending as you try to remind yourself he loved you - it was the last thing he said after all, before he left. You force yourself to believe it.

You can't help the burning pain coursing through you; sadness that it came to this, heartbreak that your boyfriend is struggling, loneliness as you watch him leave you, anger as you feel him abandon you. He gets to go home and be with family and friends and ignore life, while you're left in your shared bed, curled up with his pillow as you try to imagine he's here with you, reassuring you it'll all be ok.

Your phone lights up with a message, and immediately you're opening it, desperate and unashamed, hoping he'll lay out everything he's feeling and tell you he's getting on the first flight back.

"Got here safe. Thought about you the whole way here."

It doesn't help.

Your hands shake, almost violently as you try to type, deleting and retying messages over and over as you know he's watching the little speech bubble appear and disappear each time.

Eventually your ahnds shake too much to even try to type, the tears completely blurring your vision as you let the phone drop to the bed.

He sends one final text before your phone meets the floor, where you leave it fro the rest of the night as you sob yourself to sleep.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

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gurl idk who schllat is but that thing you wrote of him touching himself... sheesh.... maybe will or something like that?

Enjoy anon! A kinda quick one that I hope makes sense

here you go!

I wrote it about shepard from death of a unicorn cause that movie's just on my mind lol

it's also nearly 5am where i am and i haven't slept so i hope this makes sense lol! enjoy :3

Also i love that you read my other smut for ppl you don't even know like i appreciate you so much girl!

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Love To Hate You

Shepard Leopold x Fem!Reader Smut (death of a unicorn) Shep just loves to piss you off... more than he should Warnings: Solo!M, masturbation, BDSM fantasies, swearing A/N: just a short one cause it's 4:30am rn in cbr and I can't sleep so I'm chosing to write porn instead. I just know this man is a freaky weirdo who needs to be dominated. Enjoy anon!

There was nothing that got Shepard harder than making you angry. Just watching the way you would huff and pout as if you're not the tiniest, cutest thing in the world, makes him go crazy. Everytime he hears you talk sternly to him, your voice low and serious as you glare at him, he can't help the blush that rises up his neck as his cock twitches in his pants. He so desperately wants you to put him in his place, take your anger out on his cock while you ride him.

"Oh fuck," he groans low and hushed to himself as he leans back against the bathroom counter, hand wrapped around his aching cock as he tilts his head back, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as his adam apple bobs in his throat. He's been rock hard all day, since the moment you walked into the house, and it's only gotten worse.

Watching you strip down to your bikini as you laid out on a deck chair, he was not at all ashamed of drooling over you, even as you scoffed and rolled over onto your stomach to hide your tits from him, which only gave him a better view of your ass. His dream came true, though, when he scooped you up and hoisted you over his shoulder, dropping you into the pool and listening to you cough and splutter as you floundered into the pool.

He followed in quickly after, sinking into the water as his eyes stayed locked on you, watching as you quickly climbed out and yelled his name in annoyance. You moved to stand over him, ranting and raving about how annoying he was as you wrung your hair dry.

He couldn't focus on anything other than how hot you looked right now, telling him how much of an idiot he was as you stood there in your bikini, dripping wet, and how desperately he wanted to untie that fabric and bury his face in your thighs.

He just had to exccuse himself, he would've died if he hadn't, hurrying off to the bathroom where he pushed his board shorts down and gripped his aching cock.

The whole time he pumped his member, he thought of you, soaking wet as you cussed at him, telling him how much you hated him. It made his stomach clench as a deep moan ripped from his throat.

He wants so badly to hear you tell him that again, tell him you hate him, that he's awful, pathetic, a freak - he'll take anything he can fucking get at this point.

He can't help but imagine how good it would be if you finally gave in to the tension that exists between you two, for you to get so fed up that you push him onto the bed and sink onto his cock - god your pussy would feel like heaven, he thinks as his hand moves faster around his leaking length.

he just wants to be used by you, to let you take what pleasure you want from him, he wants to show you that he can be good, he can make you feel good even if he pisses you off.

Maybe you'll handcuff him to the bed, god or choke him as you ride him - the thought is enough to make his cock twitch in his hands as he feels himself getting closer to the edge, blinding white heat building in his stomach.

"Shepard!" you call out from somewhere in the yard, voice tense and angry as it carries through the house. That's enough to do it for him, stomach tensing as the pleasure bubbles over and he's shooting ropes of cum up onto his stomach and over his hand, all to the sound of your angry voice calling his name.

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would you ever do those instagram account things where it's like char x reader through their instagrams idk how to explain it very well

ooooh i know exactly what you mean and i totally would!!

I've thought about this before but I just don't know a way to do this that doesn't feel impossibly hard. other ppl who have done these any advice? Is there somewhere that I can do these or do ppl just use photoshop or canva?

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And twink schlatt! Ugh he's so pretty I can't handle it!!!

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Not the same anon but please can we get your fav photos of schlat

i told you the floor gates have been opened! I will happily provide!!!

I've split this up into 2 parts, chops schlatt and twink schlatt, cause tumblr only lets you post 30 pictures lol. Enjoy this stunning man :3

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Girl omg I neeeeeed to see fav pics of Will! gimme the eye candy

Girl you have opened a can of worms you're not ready for! Enjoy the frankly stupid amount of photos of Will I have save on Pinterest lol

My favourite flavours of Will are bleach blonde Will and long hair Will but that may just be cause I love a mullet and a weird 80s punk vibe so much!!!!

I highly encourage everyone to reblog with your fav pics! I wanna see lol

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Just found ur acc and OMGGG U LIKE WILL POULTER ANDDD JSCHLATT AHHH ARE WE THE SAME PERSONNN!!! Just wanted to say tho love you’re workkk and if you’re going to continue Never There!!

Honestly I feel like it’s a random combo so it’s nice to see other people with immaculate taste in men! We’re just built different 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

But omg thank you that’s so sweet!!! I will write a part 2 and probably 3 for it! I’ve got a lot of will poulter stuff sitting in my draft that’s I’ve done over the past couple of days so I’m gonna slowly trickle it out! I’ll tag you when I post part 2

Plus my inbox is open for requests :3