Hi I Was Wondering If You Could Write A Will Poulter Fic Where He Comforts The Reader (whos A College

hi i was wondering if you could write a will poulter fic where he comforts the reader (who’s a college senior) because they’re constantly studying and working because they were the forgotten kid and told by their family members that they were lazy and would never amount to anything so they work really hard at school to prove them wrong, so will helps them with their work and tells them that they’re so smart and that he’s proud of them <3

Well that's kind of a little close to home lmao. But of course, sweet Anon😊

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You roughly shut your laptop closed and slammed your palms down on your desk in frustration, immediately feeling the harsh sting from the force of your outburst.

You had been trying to write one of your essays for one of your final classes all day, not getting anywhere but a few paragraphs that you weren't even happy with.

You still had a few days until it was supposed to be turned in, but you thought you'd get an early start and try to finish half of it. For some reason, you just couldn't find the right words and information you needed to get the required amount of pages. You quickly got frustrated, and you just couldn't try anymore.

You looked at the clock on your phone: 8 pm. You started at 2 pm. You really needed to relax, but how could you do that when your future is literally in your hands?

This was typical behavior for you, always stressing out about school and your future.

Ever since you were young, you basically had to raise yourself. Your siblings were always your parents' favorites. You always got the hand-me-downs. Your siblings' were always the ones who got the brand new car for their birthday, always the first ones who are asked where they want to eat, the ones who got financial support when they decided they wanted to go to college. You got none of that.

You didn't know why, but it always felt like your whole existence wasn't welcomed by your parents, even though they made you. They were always so disappointed in you, even though you never though you did anything to earn those feelings from them. Every day, you tried to please them. Every day, you went the extra mile just to try and be as good as your siblings.

You got straight A's in school. From K through 12, you worked your ass off to try and live up to your parents' standards. You were valedictorian, and your parents didn't even blink an eye. They didn't even go to your high school graduation. They always told you that you would go nowhere in life, and they didn't even show up so you could see them proven wrong.

Since you had no support from your family, you managed to get financial aid, which helped a lot. And just like your high school academic career, you kept up your typical straight A status. You kept receiving financial aid, and you even got invited to various sororities/fraternities due to your constant good grades.

Eventually, you met Will, and he was a person who you've never personally encountered before. He was so supportive, and kind, something you never gotten from your family or friends. You had no idea how to react to him at first, you had to get used to thinking that he was just kind naturally with no ulterior motives. He helped you overcome a lot of your insecurities, helped you learn how to live with them, and that meant the world to you.

It didn't take long for the two of you to become a couple. You were so afraid that you were moving too fast, having done that in the past, but Will was so different from people you've dated before. He was so reassuring and didn't pressure you into anything, another rarity.

You remember one day, you got the first B in your entire life. You sobbed all morning. You felt like such a failure. Will didn't understand why it was such a big deal, but he tried to comfort you as best he could until you calmed down. You decided that was the moment you should tell him everything.

He was the only person you opened up to, telling him about your family and upbringing. He was devastated for you, but every day, he made it a habit of telling you how much you meant to him and how much he loved you. When he first started doing that, you couldn't help but be moved to tears. That's when you realized you were in love with him too.

You needed his support right now.

And it's like he read your mind from the other room, or probably just heard the slam of your laptop, and entered your room to see your angered flustered face with your arms crossed rightly across your chest, taking deep breaths. He could almost see the hot steam radiating off the top of your head. "Essay not going well, darling?"

Hearing his calming voice made you ease up a little bit instantly, and you responded with a weary smile. "Obvious, huh?"

"Hopefully you didn't damage your computer." Will chuckled, walking over to you and leaning down to hug you from behind, his chin resting on the top of your head as he interlocked his arms just beneath your neck.

"I'm just getting really frustrated with this essay." You mumbled. "I feel so stupid not knowing how to write this damn thing."

"Hey." Will turned you head to the side to look at him, a serious expression on his face. "You're not stupid, Y/n. You're so incredibly smart, the smartest person I've ever met." He placed a gentle peck on your lips, giving you a reassuring smile. "You're just having an off day, everyone had those. Okay? Maybe stop for tonight, eat something, rest, do whatever, just try to not think about this essay for the rest of the night. You'll get back at it tomorrow with a clear head. And hey, I'll even help you. How about that?"

You chuckled. "You'd help me write this essay?"

A light blush dusted Will's cheeks, a smirk gracing his lips. "Well, I can't say I'd be much help. But I can try my best."

You leaned over to kiss Will sweetly, smiling as you pulled away. "Just being here to talk me down is enough for me, love."

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Man, I wish I had a Will to help me get through difficult essays...

hiii could you do a will poulter imagine where he comes home from set early and sees his best friend/roommate home and when he asks them what’s wrong he realizes they’re sick and spends the entire day taking care of them and won’t let them do anything cuz he doesn’t want them to work themselves too hard and the reader who’s kinda loopy from a fever confesses their feelings for him?

So cute! I love it. Hope you enjoy, sweet Anon😊

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Will sighed in relief as he entered his cool house, the air conditioning feeling so nice after working on an outside set in the hot sun.

Filming was supposed to last until the sun went down, but everyone was allowed to leave early due to a rare case of getting certain shots in only a couple takes. Either way, Will appreciated it, he didn't fancy getting sunburned even when he wore plenty of sunscreen.

Will was also happy to leave set early so he could see you, his roommate.

You and Will had been living together for a couple years now. You two had already been close friends, he just so happened to need a roommate, and you needed a place to stay. It all worked out very nicely.

Unfortunately for Will, he developed a bit of a intense crush on you over the years, and he found it incredibly difficult trying to act like he didn't when you lived with him. He'd never forgive himself for secretly staring at you when you came out of your room for breakfast with nothing but shorts, that were practically underwear, and an oversized shirt. He pretty much had to stop himself from drooling.

You got comfortable living with Will quickly, behaving how you would if you were living by yourself. He did say make yourself at home, and that's exactly what you did, and Will honestly didn't have any issues with it. You cleaned up after yourself, you were respectful of his privacy, you were the perfect roommate, but you did dress however you liked inside the house with zero embarrassment. So Will didn't really have anyone to blame but himself.

Usually, when Will gets home from a set, you'd greet him at the door, ready to cook or order dinner for the night. But today, you weren't at the door. Will found you in the living room, sat on the couch with a sour look on your face. "Y/n? I'm home."

Will only heard a mumbled, "Hi."

"Got off set early. So, we might be able to go out for dinner this time."

Again, Will only heard you hum in response. What was the matter with you? Usually, you were pretty cheerful. You had always wanted to go out to eat somewhere with Will, but never could due to his busy schedule. He thought you'd be over the moon right now, but you looked pretty out of it.

Will walked over and kneeled in front of you, looking over you with concern. You were pale, a thin sheen of sweat coating your face, and you could barely keep your eyes open. He quickly placed the back of his hand to your forehead. "Oh, you're burning up." Will expressed sadly. "How long have you been feeling like this?"

You shrugged weakly. "Woke up like this." You mumbled, even talking was taking too much energy.

"Oh, you poor thing. Come on, let's get you to bed." Will then helped you to your feet, but you wobbled and had to lean on him so you wouldn't fall over.

You whined. "No, I have things to do today. I can't..." You trailed off, not being able to finish your sentences.

"You're sick. You have a fever. I am not letting you do anything but sleep today." You let out another mumbled whine, but Will couldn't make out what you said, more like ignored in case it was another complain about him trying to take care of you.

You frowned as Will laid you down onto your bed, you've always felt bad when other people had to take care of you, but you were thankful as soon as you felt your soft mattress.

Will blushed under your sleepy gaze as he tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable. "If you need anything, just say the word. I'll just be in the living room." But before Will could leave, you grabbed onto his hand. "What is it?"

"You're so nice to me." You chuckled weakly.

Will smiled. "Well, I can't let you get even more sick, now, can I?"

"No, you've always been nice to me, ever since we met. You're like, the sweetest person I've ever known." Will couldn't help but chuckle silently as you slurred your words slightly, but he still felt the weight and genuineness in your words even when you were sick. "You're just...amazing, Will."

Will tried not to blush again, but he knew he failed when he felt his face heat up almost instantly. He was happy you felt that way about him, but he still wished you felt more for him like he did, but he knew he would just have to be content being your best friend.

"I'd love to kiss you right now, but I don't wanna give you whatever I've got."

Will froze. Did...did he hear that right? "What?" He stuttered.

You repeated yourself, but it came out a little muffled as your tried to fight off how sleepy you felt. "I've liked you for a...awhile." You attempted to chuckle. "I thought you'd notice by now honestly."

Will was thankful your eyes were closed because he must've looked a red as a tomato right now. You liked him. You actually liked him back. But what if you're so sick that you had no idea what was going on? That was possible right? A hundred thoughts ran through Will's head, trying to find some excuse as to why you may not have meant what you said, but he couldn't come up with one other than you actually did mean it. Maybe this was his only chance of telling you how he felt.

"I like you too, Y/n. I have for awhile."

You brought Will's hand up to your lips, kissing the back of his hand as you felt yourself falling asleep, still holding his hand.

Will couldn't believe it. He almost pinched himself to see if this was all a dream. But feeling your soft hand against his was enough to ground him to reality. He tried to pull away, but you had a tight grip on his hand and he didn't want to wake you. It might've felt wrong to Will and he might get sick, but he got into bed beside you, still not letting go of your hand.

You looked peaceful as you slept. Hopefully you wouldn't mind Will sleeping beside you whenever you woke up. To be fair, you probably wouldn't have let go of Will's hand unless he pried it out which would've woken you up, and Will knows how much you like your sleep. It would just have to be dealt with later.

And later, you did wake up with a clearer head. By the way your room was dim with a dark blue tint, it was just after sundown, but you could still make out the silhouette that belonged to Will.

You gently released the vice grip you had on his hand, smiling as he let out soft snores. So it wasn't a fever dream. You actually confessed your feelings for him, and he confessed his. It wasn't exactly how you wanted to tell him, but you guess you could be thankful for getting this fever.

You reached over and poked Will's cheek, eliciting an annoyed hum from him. But he quickly realized where he was and looked to you with wide eyes. "Uh, I didn't mean to fall asleep here, I swear. It's just, uh-"

"It's okay, Will." You spoke softly.

Will smiled in relief, turning over to face you. "Are you feeling better?"

"Mhm. Thanks to you, I would say."

"You, uh, remember what happened?"

"I do." You grabbed onto his hand once again, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"So, you meant what you said?"

"Of course I did. What? Did you think I was joking?"

"I was hoping you weren't." Will blushed as you kissed the back of his hand again. "I'd very much like to kiss you too."

"I don't want you to get sick, Will. Once I get over this, you can kiss me all you like." You smiled.

"I will definitely take you up on that."

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babies in love🥰

Make Me Forget - Mark (Midsommar)

This is literally a pretend rebound for someone I've never even met or have dated, cause I'm fuckin' delusional. I just wrote this to make myself feel better lmao

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI

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How could he do this? How could he do this to me? Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough? Everything seemed fine, why would he do this now? I thought he loved me...

Tears kept rolling down your face as you got into your car, your heart newly broken from the man you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with, only to find out he'd fallen in love with someone else.

You never expected it. He always told you how much he cared about you, even when he broke up with you. He made it clear that he never cheated on you, he'd never do that to anyone, and you believed him. He wasn't that type of person. He was always so kind and caring, that's why he didn't want to lead you on and told you right away what was going on. Didn't hurt any less.

You supposed it was better to know before you asked him to move in with you, that would've been awful.

You realized you were just sitting in his driveway, letting your tears fall freely and broken sobs echo around the quiet vehicle. You had to get out of there, but you didn't want to go home. You could already see yourself entering your home that was filled with memories of the time you spend with this person, and it made feel like you were going to be sick. No, home wasn't an option. All you felt was an aching in your chest, but numbness at the same time. You just wanted to feel something else, anything else.

You put your gear lever in drive, only one person coming to mind to help you with this problem. He may not have the emotional intelligence to comfort you, but thankfully, comfort isn't what you were seeking. It was reckless, and probably not the healthiest way to cope with a breakup, but you couldn't care less.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you exited your car, quickly shaking off your nerves and knocked on the door before you chickened out. The door opened fairly quickly, revealing one of your sort of friends, Mark. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He questioned, a slight expression of confusion on his face.

You and Mark weren't really friends, per say. You two didn't really get along. Every time you talked to him, he'd always hit on you pretty aggressively. You never felt unsafe around him, he was just annoying because you had a partner at the time...but you didn't anymore. You weren't as close to him as you were his other friends, but you hung around him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt you and he wouldn't turn you down.

"My boyfriend just broke up with me." You said plainly.

Mark gaped, very clearly not knowing what to say. "Uh...I'm sorry? That sucks."

"Can I come in?" You asked impatiently, pointing past him into his apartment.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, sure." He quickly stepped out of the way and gestured you inside.

You took off your jacket with a huff, tossing it one of the chairs in his living room before standing before him nervously. But before you could say anything, Mark spoke. "Look, if you need a shoulder to cry on or something, I'm not the person you should be talking to. Go hang with Dani or something, she's always crying about something."

You rolled your eyes, peeling off your shirt, revealing your lace bra. "I'm not here to talk, Mark."

Mark's eyes widened, gaping like a fish once again and not even trying to hide his lecherous gaze at your cleavage, quickly having to adjust the crotch part of his pants. You could've laughed at how immediate his dick responded to the situation. Mark sighed. "Y/n, like I said, if you need someone to talk you down, I'm not that person."

You walked up to Mark, grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts. "I know."

Mark seemed to be satisfied with your answer as he roughly placed his lips onto yours in one swift motion. His large hands kneading your breasts elicited a gasp from you, causing him to gain easy access to massage his tongue with yours.

Ever since he met you, Mark has dreamed of the moment he could finally put his hands on you, quite literally mark you and make you feel more pleasure than any person could. You having a partner didn't stop him from trying to shoot his shot, of course, if anything, it would've been hot if you had finally lost control and couldn't help yourself. Which you finally did, he supposed, but only because you had been dumped. Either way, he was ecstatic you had finally given him permission to fuck you.

"Lay on the couch." Mark ordered after removing all of your clothes, besides your underwear.

You instantly obeyed, laying down on the couch, and you could feel yourself already dripping wet.

With your ex, you always made an effort to avoid looking at anyone lustfully besides your former partner. But you had to admit, you did find Mark incredible handsome but constantly felt guilty about it, until now. You've never been more attracted to Mark then you were right now, watching him stare up at you hungrily at his kissed his way down your body, skipping over the place you wanted him the most to lick and nip at the inside of your thighs.

You whimpered as you felt him kiss you through the thin, lacy material, slowly pulling down your underwear while he gazed into your eyes intensely. You released a whiny moan as he licked up your folds, flicking your clit a few times before repeating the previous motion. "Goddamn, you're soaking and I've barely done anything. Did your ex ever fuck you?"

"Shut up." You snapped, grabbing Mark by his jaw and forced a kiss on him. He let out a sharp groan when you started palming his erection through his boxer briefs. "Just fuck me, Mark."

"Your wish is my command." Mark smirked, grabbing both your hands and pinning them above your head.

You cried out when Mark entered you roughly with no warning, immediately thrusting harshly without giving you any time to adjust to his girth. "Fuck, Mark!" You gasped, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding onto the couch cushion beneath you.

Mark smirked as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, moan after moan escaping you as you clenched down on him. "Your ex never fuck you like this, huh? It's gotta be a crime for how neglected this pussy's been."

Mark kept hitting that special spot inside you with each hard thrust, an orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. You blushed as he let out a laugh, slowing his thrusts down slightly to let you breathe. "You came already? Damn baby, you should've sought me out sooner."

"You talk too much." You whispered breathlessly, only to let out a gasp as Mark thrusted back into you sharply.

"Sorry, what was that?" He grinned playfully, him sucking and lightly biting at your nipples accompanied with his thrusts left you speechless. "God, you're perfect."

Mark's movements soon became erratic, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and he quickly pulled out, a loud groan escaping his mouth as he released on your stomach. "Fuck..." He whimpered, collapsing on top of you.

The two of you laid there for a moment, and you had to admit, it felt nice. But that feeling soon became scary for you. "Mark, you're crushing me." He wasn't, but the warm, fuzzy feeling from laying with him started to overwhelm you.

"Sorry." He sat up, pulling a blanket from his couch to cover himself and you as you sat up with him. "So, was I a good rebound?" He joked, which actually made you giggle.

"Yeah, you were. Maybe this could be a regular thing?"

"Ya know, that would be awesome. But I have to go to Sweden soon and won't be back for a couple weeks."

You furrowed your brows. "Sweden? Why Sweden?"

"I was invited." He chuckled, but he quickly stopped once he saw your frown. "Well, uh, I guess I don't have to go. I really only wanted to go to hook up with some Swedish babes, but now that you're an option...it would be pretty stupid of me to turn you down, right?"

You grinned, connecting your lips with his happily. "And just for that answer, how about we go for round two?"

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You might be thinking: "Jesus Christ, Raven, have you no shame??" And to that I say, NO. I HAVE NONE.

this revived my cold, dead heart. thank you.

Surrendering and Claiming

(Gally x Reader)

Some of y’all have asked for this (I think I know who), and I’m all-too happy to provide! Enjoy, my beloved fellow sinners. Hope this doesn’t disappoint!

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW. Again, if anyone on the tag list is underage or not into that, please skip, and I’ll see you in the next one! Thank you.

A few months had passed since you and your friends had finally made it to the Safe Haven, your forever home that you all had dreamed of having for so long. It was everything you’d wished it could be and more. Warm, peaceful, hidden far away from all the horrors of the wreckage of a world you’d left behind.

Fun. It was definitely fun as well, nobody could say that it wasn’t. Bonfires had become a regular occurrence fairly quickly, and tonight happened to be one of those nights.

Laughter, rambunctious chattering from all around, the faint strums of a guitar, and clumsy dancing by the flickering flames. Most nights you would happily stay until the very end, not wanting to miss a thing. However, tonight was an exception. It was barely halfway through, and you were nowhere to be found.

Keep reading

Playing With Fire - Levi (Attack On Titan)

This was supposed to be longer, but this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I do kinda like where it stops so...

If you don't like unresolved sexual tension, then you should probably skip this one

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI

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Levi was always the dominant one. Always the one to make you beg for him.

But, you wanted to make him beg, but every time you tried, you ended failing...miserably.

You wanted to prove to Levi that you could be dominant in the bedroom. You wanted him to know that you could make him kneel and beg, for you to do anything that could make him crave release. But you could use some help...

Against your better judgement, you went to Hange. They were your best friend, so it wasn't too embarrassing to ask for their advice. Of course, they had to tease you a little, but in the end they gave you some tough advice that you needed to hear.

It wasn't that you were shy and timid, you were pretty outgoing when you wanted to be, extremely fierce when it came to fighting titans. You supposed not being as exposed to intimacy as others made you more of a submissive type, that's the role that made you the most comfortable at least. The times you ever were on top of him, as opposed to underneath him, was really only when Levi was a bit tired from work, but still wanted you.

But over the few years you and Levi have been together, always having Levi be the one to take control and be rough was starting to get a little boring. You didn't dislike it by any means, you just thought you being the dominant one for once would give your sex life a bit more flare.

It always brings a blush to your cheeks every time you remember when you tried to be dominant for the first time, pretty much being a train wreck and Levi punishing you by making you scream his name as he fucked you all night.

You couldn't back down this time, you couldn't succumb to your self doubt and lack of confidence in the intimacy field. At least, that's what Hange told you, but you knew they were right.

You put on your best determined façade and walked back to your shared room with Levi, only entering to see that he wasn't there. It was well past midnight, but you didn't want to worry yourself. Erwin probably needed to discuss things with him, you thought.

You put on your night clothes after discarding your uniform, making sure to fold them neatly or else Levi would have a fit. You felt tired, as you usually were after a long day of working. You thought you'd just rest your eyes until Levi came back, but you had no control of when you fell asleep.

Thankfully, Levi's attempt come into his office quietly to not wake you didn't work. You smiled sleepily as you heard him finally come back, hopeful that you could try to act on your plans.

But Levi never came to bed. As per usual, you were sitting in the darkness of your shared bedroom, the only light seeping in from the crack in the door that led to his office.

You quietly got up out of bed, throwing on a robe and peeked through the crack in the door. You smiled sadly when you saw Levi at his desk, a pile of papers spread out in front of him, his head in his hands.

The wooden door creaked as you opened it wider, stepping though the threshold into his office.

Levi could sense your presence even before you opened the door, an automatic feeling of comfort washing over him, but felt the need to scold you nonetheless. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Had no such luck." You smirked, even though he wasn't looking at you, his eyes still trained on his paperwork.

Levi sighed at your expense, knowing that you always slept better with him by your side. He was assigned this pile of paperwork that needed to be done, even if it wasn't supposed to be turned in for a couple weeks. But the perfectionist in him wanted it all to be done by morning at least.

Levi finally looked up when you stood in front of his desk, eyeing the pile of paper with a slight frown. But what was more notable to him was how deep the neckline in your shirt was, and how little you were wearing beneath your robe.

You may have bought skimpier pajamas just for this special occasion, knowing that it would get his attention. The fabric was so thin, the cold air in the room caused your nipples to harden, which of course got his attention.

You pouted slightly when Levi kept his usual bored expression on his face, ignoring your obvious advances towards him and focusing back on his work. "Hmm..." You hummed lightly, you weren't exactly expecting to be ignored. "Do you need help?" You asked sweetly, trying to take a different approach.

Levi raised a brow, "You want to do paperwork?"

"No, but I can do anything else." You smirked.

Levi narrowed his eyes. "Fine, you can put these binders back on that shelf over there. Make sure they're in order." Levi ordered, handing over a stack of work binders.

You had a hard time hiding the less than pleased expression on your face, catching the sly smirk Levi had on his face that made you even more agitated.

You shucked off your robe with a sigh, carrying the binders over to the shelf across the room, but an idea quickly sprung to your head. It was less than original, very cliché, but it might do the trick, or at least fuel the fire you were trying to light.

You tripped a little, stumbling and accidently letting a could binders fall to the floor with a loud smack. "Damn..." You mumbled, looking over your shoulder to see if Levi was staring at you. He was, but with an annoyed expression.

"Be careful, brat." He snapped.

"Sorry, Levi." You said, biting your lip to keep your mischievous smile from showing.

You slowly bent down to the floor, trying to make a show of yourself while cleaning up your "accidental" mess.

Levi grit his teeth, aware of what you were trying to do. Those shorts you were wearing weren't leaving much to the imagination, definitely not the loose tank top that was riding up your back. You are playing with fire, Levi thought, tightening his hands into fists.

You smirked when you heard Levi's breath hitch slightly when you stood up, letting your shorts ride up and show off your ass. But you went on with putting away the binders as if everything was normal, part of your master plan.

Levi scowled and bit his lip when he started to become intensely aware of how tight his pants were; your actions, no matter how hard he tried to ignore them, still affected him and were no match for how ever present Levi's attraction was for you.

You heard the squeaking of a chair and quickly felt the presence of Levi behind you. "What?" You asked innocently.

Levi chuckled darkly. "You don't fool me, you know what you've been doing."

"What ever do you mean?"

Levi harshly grabbed your wrist, his other hand wrapping around your throat, his face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath. "What's that saying about playing with fire, brat? If you play with fire...?" He whispered, the grip on your throat getting tighter.

You bit your lip, almost succumbing to Levi's dominant nature, the feeling of his hand around your throat making your sex throb for him, but you quickly reminded yourself what your mission was in the beginning.

Levi let out an inaudible gasp as you switched him around, keeping him pressed against the wall; your forearm pressed against his chest and your other hand now cupping his jaw. "You're gonna get burned."

"What the hell do you think you're doing, brat?" He asked darkly, but was slightly interested in what you had planned.

"I'm in control tonight." You said simply.

Levi narrowed his eyes with a slight smirk. "You think you can control me, brat?" He said playfully.

Levi grunted when you suddenly palmed his hardened erection harshly. You smiled sweetly. "I'm not giving you a choice, Captain."

Levi smirked. "Do your worst then."

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Sorry for the blueball ✌🏻

oh beloved writer can you please write a christmas date imagine for will poulter (even though it’s still summer) just pure fluff, where the reader and will go out to like a diner and then go buy a tree for their apartment (it’s their first christmas living together) and set it up and dance to christmas music and it’s super domestic and soft and fluffy thank you bff

Of course, my love! And hey, if Christmas in July can be a thing, so can Christmas in August. And oh boy, I made this one so sweet you might get cavities, so just, beware of that.

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You were excited, to put it lightly. This was the first Christmas you and you partner, Will, would be having while living together. You knew it was cheesy, but you wanted it to feel special.

You made reservations at this really fancy restaurant in the fanciest part of town. A bit over the top on your part, but you wanted to make this Christmas one to remember fondly.

You still haven't gotten a tree yet, so that was on your to-do list as well. You hoped there would be some nice trees to choose from.

Some people would've probably thought you were going mad with how much you wanted everything to be perfect, and yeah, you kind of were. But you completely ignored your logic and reasoning.

You bought a really nice outfit for yourself to wear to the restaurant, Christmassy but not too Christmassy, you weren't wearing reindeer antlers or red and green bells. It was simple, may or may not to somewhat match Will's outfit that he was going to wear.

With Will's hand in yours, you walked to your car and headed to the restaurant and got there a few minutes early, which was historical for you. You smiled along with Will as you entered the warm building, a pleasant contrast from the winter cold outside. "Hi! Reservation for L/n?" You asked bubbly, the evening already going so well that you were sure nothing could dampen your spirits.

It took a minute for the hostess to check, as the place was fairly busy due to the holidays. "Um, I'm sorry, I don't see your name here."

You immediately tensed, a half a second of anger bolting through you before you simply smiled understandingly. "Can you double check, please? I'm certain it's there, I called this in a week ago." You chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry, but there is no reservation under L/n."

Your smiled dropped, your eye involuntarily twitching a couple times before your cleared your throat. "That...that can't be right."

Will turned to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. It happens. We can just go somewhere else." He smiled softly. You frowned in response, turning back to the hostess with pleading eyes, only to get a tight lipped smile as another apology.

You hung your head for a second, before walking out of the building at a quick pace, dead silent as you sat back in your car. Will cautiously got into the car, anxiously anticipating your eventual release of your frustration.

"What the fuck?!" You yelled into your steering wheel, causing Will to jump at the sudden outburst, even when he was expecting it. "I booked that table a week ago! Will, you were right next to me when I called the place!" You pleaded to no one, feeling defeated and pissed off. "Ugh..." You drawled out, collapsing against your seat.

Will couldn't help but chuckle at your cute pouting face, reaching over to gently massage your thigh. "It's okay, darling! This is just a minor setback. I'm sure there are other places we can go."

Yes, there were other places you could go, none of them fancy restaurants. You felt even more defeated when you had to settle for some fast food place. This is absolutely not how you wanted this evening to go.

You stared down at your burger and fries with distain. "This should be an overpriced steak at an overpriced fancy restaurant with live music, arrogant chefs and overly nice waiters who wear really fancy suits and ties." You mumbled.

Will raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound quite as nice as being in an almost empty fast food place with no one to bother us. And I quite like my food, I haven't found a single hair in it, so it's practically 5-star."

You rolled your eyes as you chuckled at his silliness. "At least we still get to pick out a Christmas tree, that should be fun."

"Hopefully we won't get hypothermia out in this weather. So, what type of tree are you thinking we get?"

You smiled dreamily. "I've always wanted a full, thick Frasier fir."

"Ambitious. A Frasier fir it is."

It might've been a bit too ambitious, because when you got to one of the only places in town that sold Christmas trees, there were no such trees in sight. They had all been sold out apparently. No worry, there would probably be one at another place. Nope, none there. So, you drove to the last place in town and lo and behold, no thick firs in sight.

"I think the world's against me."

Will trapped you in a hug from behind as you stood dumbfounded at the selection of trees available. Some of them could give Charlie Brown's Christmas tree a run for its money.

"What about that one?" Will pointed towards the corner of the small field you two stood in.

You laughed when you finally saw what he was looking at. The tree was a fir, but it looked so bare that you could call it a Charlie Brown tree. "You can't be serious."

"I'm deadly serious." He smirked, letting you go to jog eagerly to the pitiful looking tree. You chuckled sadly as he held onto it, the thing wasn't even as tall as Will, and even skinnier. "Ain't it a beauty?" He said in a slightly Australian accent, almost cringing at himself.

No.

"I guess."

The look of pure childlike joy on Will's face, you couldn't deny him that stupid tree. It was so small, you could probably fit it in your car, but you didn't want to clean up all the needles it would shed. It fastened to the roof of your car easily, too easily.

By the time you had set it up in your living room with Will, the tree kind of grew on you; it was like an ugly dog, so ugly it was cute, you supposed. Once it had all the decorations on, it didn't look too bad, but it still wasn't what you hoped for. It seemed this whole day you planned out to the T, nothing went the way you wanted it to, and that was a bit disheartening. What annoyed you, surprisingly, was Will's overwhelming optimism. Usually, it was endearing, but today was not one of those days where you needed optimism.

"You okay, Y/n?" Will asked intuitively.

"It's just...this day went to shit. How can you be so...perfect?"

Will blushed at your phrasing, but he knew what you meant. "I was annoyed with certain things today, the restaurant issues, for sure. But, it wasn't enough to put me in a bad mood all day. I chose to let it go so that we could have a good time, that's all."

You frowned, suddenly feeling really guilty. "I was in such a bad mood all day." You huffed, taking a seat on your couch. "I ruined this whole day..."

"No!" Will rushed over to you. "I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"I know, but you're right. I shouldn't have acted like such a child. I'm sorry."

Will smiled sadly. "Darling, you certainly did not ruin anything. None of this was your fault and you behaved how any normal person would. But even after all that happened, I still had an amazing time. We had a nice, quiet dinner. And we got our own little Charlie Brown tree." He chuckled. "Didn't you have a nice time too?"

You smiled sheepishly. "I did."

"We don't have to go to the fanciest restaurant or buy the nicest Christmas tree to have a nice time together. We could've stayed inside all day and I wouldn't have cared, just being here with you is what makes me the happiest."

You couldn't help but lean forwards to kiss him, so incredibly grateful that he was in your life. "Well, I'd say our first Christmas will be one to remember."

"Oh, it's not over yet." He added, causing you to furrow your brows in curiosity. He only winked as he walked to the other side of the room, fiddling with the record player.

"No..." You groaned playfully as Last Christmas by Wham! echoed through your apartment.

Will nodded, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. "Oh yeah, come on." He held out his hand to you, motioning for you to take it. You giggled as he started to lip sync the lyrics, shimmying his shoulders as he still waiting for you to take his hand.

"Oh my god." You blushed, finally taking his hand and him instantly pulling you up and grabbing you by the waist to pull you into a hug, violently swaying to the music. "Will!" You laughed uncontrollably.

"What? You don't like my dance moves?" He grinned.

"You're gonna break me if you keep doing that." You grinned back.

Will shook his head, toning down the fast swaying and settled into a relaxing sway, looking into your eyes fondly. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You blushed, resting your head and hiding your face on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat much better music than any Christmas song you've ever listened to.

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bruh...this...was so fluffy I almost died. I hope me almost dying of fluffiness was worth it to you, @poulterfilms