Little Bug- Tate (pre-death) x Reader
request: Can I have a Tate smut/cute imagine with a lot of kisses and cuddles?
a/n: since i don’t write smut i’m going to make this as fluffy as humanly possible
You still couldn’t believe that you and Tate were dating. You’d been friends since you were in your mother’s stomachs. He understands you better than anyone else in the whole world. He knew exactly what you were thinking and when your mom passed away he was there, holding your hand.
Your heart broke into pieces but he was there, he couldn’t fix you but he helped you heal every step of the way. You smile as you glance at the amazing young man sitting beside you, blonde hair brushing his dark eyes.
“What?” Tate asks. His eyebrows pull up, getting further covered by his shaggy hair. You just smile at him and shake your head, tossing your silky hair about. Taking a hand to your boyfriend’s head, you brush back his thick locks revealing his entire handsome face. Tate’s eyes shut in happiness, and he sighs out at your touch. You move away when your phone buzzes on the comforter beside you.
Clutching the cold cell phone in your hand you read the bolded name, Joey Bilson. You cock your head to the side in confusion, why would a random guy from school text you now. You suspiciously slide the message to the side to reveal a puzzling question; hey girl wanna come over??. You feel slightly flattered but you love Tate and of course you’d never cheat, you reply quickly, thumbs flying over the projected keyboard. sorry, i’m hanging out with tate and you feel the vibration of a response before you can even put the cell phone down, that freak? really you’re still a thing.. well i didn’t realize you were such a freak, bullet dodged. don’t bother responding. You feel your eyes fill with tears and you slam the phone on the bed and jump onto your feet, fueled by anger.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Tate shifts on the bed, springs squealing as his weight moves. You huff in anger and pace around, stomping your feet on the soft carpet which muffles the sound. You spin on your heel and feel as though steam is streaming out of your ears like in an old cartoon, in reality your ears really do get red and hot when you get angry.
“Ugh people suck!! I can’t believe what that jerk said..” You whine out through furious tears. Tate picks up your phone, it disappears in his large hand, and unlocks it. The fact that he knows your password surprises you but you have bigger things on your mind. He reads the messages and stands up to face you.
“That guy is an idiot, he just can’t see what we have and he’s jealous he doesn’t have it,” Tate comes close to you, craning his neck so that you’re eye to eye, wrapping his arms around your waist he pulls you into his chest. Peppering your warm head with kisses and smoothing down your hair, he begins to calm you down.
“Did you know you’re amazing, Bubbie boo.” You purr out his special nickname and he squeezes you tighter, lifting you off your feet. Flailing your arms and smacking his back you protest, “Ahh stop- oof.” The air is knocked out of you as he flops back onto your bed with you still on top of him.
“You-” He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “Are-” now two on each cheek. “My beautiful-” One on the tip of your sloped nose. “Little Bug-” And finally he kisses you on the mouth, pressing soft lips against yours.
Wiggling away from him you laugh out, “Little bug!! I like it!” He smiles and attacks you with kisses all over your neck and chest, occasionally nibbling at your skin and leaving love bites. He is everything you want, and you realize he’s right, that asshole just couldn’t see the beautiful relationship between you two.