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PRETTY EYES
Tate Langdon x reader, fluff.
The stars always seemed to shine the brightest when you were together. You could tell that because whenever Tate would mysteriously appear in your room, light would miraculously shine through your curtains.
His head rests in your lap. Your hands combed through his hair. Tate shuffles, his nose brushing your thigh as he moves off your lap to face you.
โWhatcha doing, baby?โ you ask. He says nothing, dark eyes simply choosing to stare at you as a grin conquers his lips, his dimples showing.
โTate, whatโs up?โ
โI love you,โ he gushes, head tilting so his lips can meet yours more comfortably. You laugh, hand meeting his cheek as Tateโs hands move to your waist. His hair tickles your skin.
Your eyes flutter open as you break apart, Tate groaning in despair of being away from you.
โCโmon,โ he murmurs playfully, his brown eyes seemingly darker than before. You brush back the hair on his forehead to have more access to see his eyes.
You sigh, โGod, youโre so pretty. Youโre eyes are so pretty, I love them. I love you.โ
โOh, yeah?โ Tate smirks, pushing his lips back into yours before you can observe his face any further. His lips are so soft, it feels like theyโre nearly touching yours, but heโs pushing you back down into the mattress. Your back hits the mattress and you squeak, breaking away again.
Tate breathes, โYou have pretty eyes too.โ
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