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Request: I loved your one shot it was so fluffy and adorable. Would youmind doing a really fluffy one with Tate. THANKS love your blog

A/N: I meant to post this earlier but my teacher almost caught me working on this so I had to get out of word and it deleted all of my work, but here it is HOLLA. Anyways, requests are open SO REQUEST YOUR LITTLE HEART OUT. But seriously, I’m really bored XDXD


“Finally home,” you sighed. You had just arrived home from the vacation that you and your family took to Paris. It was fun and all, but it just wasn’t the same without Tate by your side.

“Tate?” you said walking into your room, letting your bags fall off your shoulder.

“Hey,” he said appearing behind you.

“I missed you so much,” you said, kissing the tip of his nose.

“I kept everything under control while your family was gone, but I’m just so glad that you’re back here, with me.”

“Me too baby,” you said resting your arms around his neck while he snaked his hands around your waist. He pulled you in for a short and sweet kiss that made your stomach flutter and your heart race, leaving you wanting more.

“How was Italy,” Tate hummed in your ear, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it.

“Paris, and it was amazing. We went to the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, and the Notre Dame de Paris. I would’ve been so much better if you were there though,” you said giving him a pouty face.

“You know how badly I wanted to go but you know I can’t. I’m just glad you’re back.” He pulled you in for an even deeper kiss letting his tongue trace yours. You moaned lightly into his mouth but pulled away before anything else could happen.

“Sweet heart not right now, I just wanna relax,” you said putting your hands on his chest. Tate nodded in approval, knowing that you were probably tired. He pulled you into his chest where you rested your head. You took a deep breath in and you could smell something nice, was it cologne?

“Tate, are you wearing cologne?” you asked trying to hold back your giggles.

“Yeah, I stole it from your brothers room,” he stated with a smug look on his face. Your brother would probably be pissed if he knew someone went into his room and touched his stuff. But you couldn’t care less at that moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tate blurted causing you to blush.

“Shut up,” you say lightly slapping his arm. He looked at you with confusion twisted in his face.

“Why do you always do that?” he asked.

“What?” you questioned.

“(Y/N), you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, why can’t you see that. You are literally perfect and it makes me sad to see that you don’t think so.”

“Who said I don’t think I’m pretty,” you said taken aback.

“Don’t think I don’t see you everyday before you leave for school. I see you just staring in your mirror, and I know you hate what you see. I just don’t understand why you can’t see what I see. You are the most amazing person I have ever met and I wouldn’t trade you for the world,” Tate said, slowly swaying your hips back and forth in sync with his.

“Why are you so good to me, Tate?” you say biting your lip. He didn’t respond but pressed his lips onto yours. Your lips slowly danced together in a delicate rhythm. He pulled away only to kiss every inch of your face, feathering his lips over every area.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered.

“I love you too, Tate.”