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Could you do one of Tate on a rainy day?

Rain and Cake Wars(Tate Langdon)

summary: you and tate watch cake wars on a rainy day

no warnings, just like one bad word lol

hi! thankyou for sending in the requests, i love getting requests always! i didn’t know if you wanted smut or fluff but the request sounded like fluff so…i hope you like it :)

Your house was extra dark and gloomy today since it was rainy and cloudy outside. You liked it though. The rain comforted you and so did the lack of light. You laid in your bed listening to music, trying to drown out the noise of your parents watching tv-the volume almost at 100. As you laid in your bed with the only light source being your lava lamp, you heard a rustling noise. You look up where your lava lamp was because you couldn't see anywhere else. The noise stopped and all you could hear again was the rain pounding on your window and your music. You closed your eyes again. Then the same noise repeated. Your heart sank, you jump up from your bed and see Tate. Before you could scream from the surprise in the corner of your room, Tate put his hand over your mouth. "Shh, it's just me." Tate whispered. It's not like you were afraid of Tate, he just always manages to startle you whenever he makes an entrance. Tate lowered his hand slowly. "You know, you should really give me some kind of warning that you're here instead of creepily stumbling in from the dark." You huffed. Your heart still going 80 miles an hour. "I'm sorry.." Tate apologized. You gave sighed and gave him a hug, "Glad you're here though." Tate smiled, "So, what do you wanna do?"

You and Tate end up cuddled in your bed, watching baking shows. You liked watching these with Tate. Not only were you comforted by the rain but Tate and Cake Wars?! Nothing felt like a better day. Tate glided his thumb over your hand. It was the moments like these were you could just forget the rest of the world. "Bet you that girls gonna get out. She really fucked up when she forget to take the cake out of the oven." Tate laughed. You laughed with him. "Tell me what you do when you're not with me Tate." You said. Tate was stuck in the house 24/7 and he's not always with you so you wondered, what does the teenage blonde do?  "Well...I mingle with the other ghosts sometimes." He responded. "Like who?" You asked. "Not much of a good pick here but the most people I talk to is Moira...I play with Beau sometimes, and Nora is the sweetest to me." Tate replied. You thought about the list of people he named. Moira seemed weird, you weren't sure what they would really talk about. Beau was his brother so that's not so out of the ordinary. Nora is like a second mom to him so that's definitely not weird. 

"That's all you do?" You questioned. "Well when i'm not with you, i'm thinking about you so I guess you could say that's not the only thing I do." Tate smirked. "Also when you hear music and don't know where it's coming from, that's probably me." "I also mess with your dad sometimes...knock books off the shelf, turn the lights off and on- you know, ghost things." You laughed, now you know why your dad feels like he's crazy sometimes. You had nothing to worry about, you trusted Tate. "Hm, what an interesting ghost life you live." You smiled at Tate. He kissed you on the forehead. "No more talking, we're gonna miss who gets eliminated." Tate said. You put your attention back onto the screen. The girl Tate was sure was gonna lose, was eliminated from the show. "Told you." Tate snickered.

I honestly feel like Tate would be as loving and clingy to his s/o as you’ve described Eddie Munson 🥹💙

YES!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE CORRECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Literally all Tate wants is to spend time with you and maybe some mood stabilizers. That's it. He never cared too much for poker or boardgames or cooking or movies or dancing until he met you, but now he loves them because it's you he gets to do it with. He couldn't give a shit about whatever he’s doing, all he cares about is if you're doing it with him, if he's doing it with you. You're like a security blanket to him, he wants to go everywhere with you, he always wants your arms wrapped around him so he can bask in your soft touch and familiar comforting smell. He loves kissing you too because how could he not??? But also cause he loves how soft and blushy you get at his touch, he loves the way you lean into him and stop thinking for a moment when he pulls away until you come back to your senses. He's so vulnerable and so full of passion sometimes he yearns for you so much his body aches. Everything feels right around you, it's like you recalibrate the whole world and it all makes sense and feels less chaotic. You can read him really well at this point, but he doesn't realize it. He thinks you can tell what he needs because you're just that perfect, that much of a walking miracle that you just know. Sometimes when things get overwhelming for either of you you'll just lay in your bed all cuddled up and listen to music together until you get bored or hungry or fall asleep, and whenever you do he thinks he could stay like this forever. He doesn't know what heaven or the afterlife or the good place is like (and he's sure he couldn't get there if he tried) but unless you're there it wouldn't matter anyway. It can't be heaven if you're not there. The nicest thing he's ever told you (besides how much he loves you, which he could fill books with) is how great your music taste is. There hasn't been one song made after 1998 that he’s liked except the ones you show him. Maybe you just know him well enough to recommend the good ones or maybe that's just the overlap in your music taste, but here’s never had a bad thing to say about any songs you've shown him.

can you write aftercare with evan/tate? like the reader being really sore after and him helping her/comforting her🥺

thank you! can even be a blurb or something small if you’re interested

EVERYTHING'S OKAY

tate comforting you after one of your daily quickies

tate x reader

tags : mentions of sex, comforting, fluff, sweet tate ( probs bit out of character but still ), cuddling

requested by anonymous

you were pretty much used to having sex with tate in the most unusual moments. before school, while studying, while your parents were in the house. but this time it was different, because there was no one to disturb your peace. it was a Saturday morning, one of your favorite days of the week and you had no upcoming tests so you could use the weekend to actually relax. it was raining in the morning, which was no surprise since it's the end of November, and Christmas was coming up. the sound of the rain wetting your window was calming. this was the first Christmas you could spend with tate together. the last times you celebrated Christmas were awful because your parents were always arguing for some stupid shit. they always took the first chance to complain about the other, or make snaky comments about each other. it always ended with you going to your grandparents house while they sorted things out.

this was also the first Christmas that you wouldn't spend with your grandparents, and you were actually kinda sad, because even tho being with them on such a special day meant no good you were still grateful that they were always there for you, and getting anything you needed. at least you have tate with you, and you couldn't ask for a more perfect boyfriend. he wasn't such an expert on aftercare, you always used to have quickies and there was absolutely no time for anything other then a hug and a kiss on the forehead, or him whispering sweet nothings into your ear. this time, you had all the time of the world. he has always been the submissive one of the relationship so you were a bit embarrassed to ask him if you two could spend a few hours together cuddling and talking, let's just say overall comfort each other.

he got up from the bed, still naked while you observed his beatiful back muscles, still lying on the bed. god, this man was so gorgeous. he was still in boxers, when he leaned on your face and kissed you on the forehead as usual. it wasn't something you've ever specifically asked for, but tate does observe your reactions and body language. he actually cared about you, because you were actually different. you probably would exchange him to be able to have one minute chat with Robert Pattinson, but at least he never had to fake a laugh around you. he could be weird, annoying, paranoxious sometimes even worth killing but he never felt so comfortable around someone. he would do anything for you.

anything.

"hey tate ?" it almost felt like a whisper, you barely could hear yourself. for some reason your heart was about to jump out of your chest. it felt as if you were having a panic attack.

"yeah ?" he replied back in a monotone but caring way, you could just feel how tired he was from his voice. he hadn't been eating a lot, always smoking, always sleeping and big dark bags under his eyes. he said it was probably just the seasonal depression, but you always made sure he was okay.

"do you mind if we spend a bit of time together ? we can do whatever you want, watch a movie, take a bath, you choose." you didn't want to sound desperate but at the same time you've been craving some affection recently. he just felt more cold, as if u were having sex with a dead man who could talk. almost like you were having sex with a corpse. you've been feeling pretty lonely, but was it really his fault ? I mean he's going thru a hard time shouldn't you be the one to comfort him in such situation ?

distracting you from your paranoid thoughts was him jumping on the bed, furiously taking his shirt off and getting under the covers. you were a bit confused until he brought his hands to your waist and hugged you. he positioned his head on your shoulder, caressing your neck with his nose. you relaxed not realising you were anxious. but you couldn’t even sort out what you were anxious about. tate was so caring, and never treated you badly. 

“why didn’t you tell me that before ?” he asked you in a calm reassuring tone.

“I don’t know... maybe I was scared of your reaction ?” you said, immediately feeling stupid about what you just said because he still hasn’t given you any reasons to feel that way. you were also scared to make him feel guilty or insecure about something he shouldn’t be guilty or insecure of. you felt him positioning his back on the pillow. you rolled to look at him. 

“you were scared ... of my reaction ??” he had one of the most confused looks on his face. for a second you stopped thinking to appreciate how much this man was pretty. he had the rosiest prettiest cheeks ever, he had those beautiful eyes that could make anyone fall to their knees. he had the best hair ever, you absolutely loved the way it felt between your fingers, tugging it while he was between your legs making them shake or just cuddling before you had to go to school. his smile was the most angelic one you’ve ever seen, but something that even made it better was feeling it on your clit while trying to not make too much noise by putting your hand on your mouth. 

he caressed your cheek with his thumb making you snap out of your limbo, looking up at him. “why would you ever be scared of my reactions ? did I do something ?” you exactly did what you were scared of. you made him worry about something that wasn’t under control. 

“no, but I was scared that you would feel like I'm annoying or too needy, I don’t know I just didn’t know what to think or do or say” he looked at you with a more relaxed expression on his face. he pulled you and placed your head on his chest, guiding his hand to your hair. you stayed in that position for a while, both of you not knowing what to say just enjoying each other’s company. you both were very needy people, always needing reassuring and fiscal affection. you were a perfect match. 

the cigarette of a smoker

the rubber band of the cash

the light to the match

you were made for each other, there was nothing in the world that could make you feel better than him. he wasn’t perfect, but you weren’t either. yet when you were together, you were one thing. one soul match. one flame. one perfect thing, because you didn’t complete each other but you were two pieces of a puzzle that matched perfectly. without any type of forcing. 

he picked you up and placed you on his lap, got his shirt and put it on. you took off your shirt and bra, and slided Inside his shirt placing your head on his chest. he thought it kind of made the two of you be one single thing. one single soul. you felt him trying to snake his arms around your back so you snaked yours around his. this is maybe the first time you felt warm hugging him. the world stops as soon as he touches you. all your worries ? gone. that’s the type of person you would like to keep around for the rest of your life. you felt this bubbly floating sensation in your stomach, that you’ve been feeling since the first time you two met. 

you both fell asleep in that position, waking up two hours later. it was still raining, but the house was warm. your parents were going to be out of town for a while so now you could spend a bit more time with tate, doing whatever you liked. the house was in complete silence, you could only hear your breath and his. 

tate woke up but he found you still sleeping. this man was so in love, he could look at you for the rest of his entire life. he took the shirt off, placing you on the bed with only some panties on, while he went to the bathroom and got the shower ready. he got in, and as soon as u woke up, you realised he wasn’t on the bed anymore. you heard the shower running so you went in the bathroom. the pavement was cold and you weren’t wearing any socks but you didn’t mind. 

you took off the last piece of clothing you had on and got in the shower, he looked at you with a slight smirk on his face which made you smile a bit. you hugged him, and even tho at the beginning he was surprised by your gesture, he held you as thigh as possible. caressing your back, you never thought you could find someone like him. yet you did.