Celebrity Interracial Imagines

Will Poulter x Reader

Dedicated to SoulsForTheWicked

  Y/N'S POV

  Depression. Anxiety. Sadness. Pain. Adrenaline. My emotions were crazy right now. I thought it would be a good idea to check one of Will Poulter's, my boyfriend's, interviews and watch it.
Of course, I enjoyed it, along with Anthony Mackie. Who didn't love Anthony Mackie? But I was so wrong. One of the interviewers (just pretend this was asked) asked about how I was doing and how Will and I were doing.

  Will gave them something along the lines of,"We're fine. Doing great. Couldn't have asked for a better woman to have in my life."

  Me, being me, I had to remind myself he was actually talking about me and not another woman with my name. It was embarrassing, I know, but sometimes you had to remind yourself that this was the real world and not just a dream.
  I paused the interview a few minutes in and scrolled down to the comments section. There were some comments about some girls wanting Will to marry them. Others about me and Will..I smiled at the ones that supported the two of us, but then when I kept scrolling, that's what caused all those emotions I was telling you guys about earlier.

  I felt sick as I read the disturbing, disrespectful, and rude comments from Will's fans.

  One that really got me was: Hey, at least Will doesn't have to worry about having someone to clean and cook for him? I'm sure Y/N has a fine and rich line of the hired help in her family timeline.

  I should have stopped reading then, but I kept reading anyway. The comments only worsened, which me to feel even more sick. On top of that, it didn't help that some of the usernames I recognized. My own friends..
  I broke into a sob and closed my laptop, before I walked outside. I sat down on the porch and took out my phone.

  I ran my fingers through my hair, while I tried to find some kind of peace.

  I dialed a number I hadn't dialed in a long time, and they answered saying,"Hello?"

  I cried even harder just hearing his voice but said,"Daddy?"

  It was quiet for quite some time, but Dad said,"Y/N? You're still upset with me. I know. I'll hang up the-"

  I yelled and pleaded to Dad saying,"No! No! Daddy, please don't hang up. Please. I meant to call you. Please. Please just don't hang up the phone. I need a father right now."

  Dad said,"Okay..Okay.."

  I could tell he was having a battle with himself, because this was the first conversation we had had in years.

  Never the less, I was glad he didn't hang up.After all this time, I was sure he was going to. I had never given him a reason not to. I guess, not till now.

  Dad said to me,"I'm here. Where are you? What's going on, baby girl?"

  I missed him calling me that so much, but I cried into the phone, explaining to him,"I..I'm pathetic. I..I'm worthless. Daddy, I don't deserve Will. He..He deserves better. I'm not Caucasian. I don't have b..blue eyes. I don't attract multiple guys. I..I"

  Dad cut me off sternly saying,"Y/N M/N L/N, don't you ever let me hear that come out of your mouth again. You're everything BUT worthless. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are an independent black woman who can do what's right and know her right from her left. There shouldn't be a reason you are so upset over this."

  I sniffed saying,"Dad, I-"

  Dad cut me off again with,"No. Now, do you want me to come and see you? Y/N, I'm being serious. If you need me, I'll be there. I haven't done this in the past and I should have, but now, I'm asking you, as your father, do you really need me? Do you need me to be your father?"

  I smiled at Dad's words, then I replied,"Y..Yes, I need you to..to be my father. I..I need you to come and see me."

  Dad said,"All right. All I wanted to hear. I'm on my way. Y/N, I.."

  Dad stopped himself and I knew what he was about to say to me. He probably stopped, because he was afraid I would not say it back to him.

  However, he took a chance saying,"Y/N, I love you."

  More tears fell down my face as Dad said that to me and I closed my eyes, laughing a little replying,"Dad, I love you, too. Bye."

  Dad said it to me again, before he hung up. I noticed headlights and Will was here. I quickly wiped my face and Will got out of his car, smiling at seeing I was still up.
  Will jogged up the steps of the porch and tripped, which made me laugh a little. Will groaned and slowly got up, holding his stomach.

  He hugged me and mumbled,"I missed you. Did you watch my interview?"

  I nodded and smiled saying,"I did. It was great. You are amazing, baby. Anthony Mackie, though.."

  Will chuckled and pecked my lips, before he noticed the door was open.

  He looked back at me and said,"You've been sitting out here for a while, haven't you?"

  I tried to say no, but Will sent me a look.

  I sighed and nodded saying,"Yes. I-"

  Another car pulled into the driveway; Will pushed me behind him.

  I said,"No. It's okay. That's my father's car."

  Will looked at me shocked because he knew about my relationship with my father. My mother, she would be happy just to be able to see this, but I was sure she was still at work. Yes, she was still alive, but she was a hard-working woman.
  Dad got out of the car and stood at the bottom of the steps, however, he stopped himself from taking another step.

  I rushed down the stairs and embraced him, before he hugged me back even tighter. I could feel him relax when he hugged me, which made me smile.
  I buried my face in his jacket, until he pulled away from the hug. He greeted and met Will for the first time, before Will led him inside. I stayed outside.

  Will came back out a few minutes later and said,"Your Dad..Military?"

  I chuckled and nodded, before I said,"It's where my pride comes from."

  Will nodded and smiled at me for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around me.

  He rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes.

  He said to me,"I know you probably read the comments. I don't know what was said, but you're better than any other woman out there. Yes, I could have ended up with someone else, but I'm here with you. I don't need to think about who else is out there. You're enough to me. Hey, I love you and we're a team. I'm not giving up on loving you, because I can't stop loving you. I won't."

  All I could do was nod and hug Will, while he placed kisses on my cheek as much as he could to make me feel better.

  I mumbled,"I love you so much. So much, Will. Thank you."

  Will smiled and picked me up, before he carried me inside. He sat me down with him and Dad, then Dad smiled at me.
  He held out his hand and I looked at his hand.

  I slowly put mine in his hand and Dad said,"It's all right, Y/N. You're gonna be okay."