Tate Langdon » Sweater Weather
day 6 of flufftober
⋆.˚ summary: the one thing he loves more than his sweaters is you
⋆.˚ fluff , alive!Tate, Tate being a lil cutie patootie , mutual pining , prob one of my fav fics so far
Tate was never one to share his sweaters, they were the one thing he always found comfort in. The warm feeling of the fabric hugging him was something he never wanted to share, especially when the temperatures dropped and sweaters began a necessity.
Though, that all changed when you came along.
Your friendship had started when you approached him at lunch, explaining you wanted to get to know him since he seemed to not talk to anyone.
He somewhat pushed you away at first, not wanting anyone pity for being a loner, but soon enough he ended up finding your presence comforting, even more than the knitted sweaters he wore on a daily basis.
You had discussed your struggles of dealing with bullying with him, reaching out and messed with the sleeve of his sweater. Usually he would have pushed you away, but he let you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers occasionally brushing against his hand.
If he saw you shivering he’d offer you a hug, engulfing you in his warm embrace, letting you steal the heat the sweater provided him.
And when the leaves would change color and fall on the ground, he found himself holding onto you a lot more, until he gave in and decided to give you the one thing he seemed to cherish most.
A striped green and black sweater.
“So, Tate, I was thinking that for Halloween this year we could hangout and watch some movies at my place? Then whatever candy my parents have left we can finish up.” You explained while walking down the street, one of your hands holding onto his arm, messing with the fabric of his sweater.
The cold air was bothering you, your thin shirt not providing any warmth once so ever. Of course that morning you didn’t think would be bad, considering it was rather warm when you exited the house.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, hesitantly pulling his arm from your grasp and wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he brought you along up the pathway of his house.
“You seriously need to invest in a jacket.” He mumbled out, an amused smile toying at his lips as he opened the front door for you.
“I don’t have the money right now, and my hoodies would have me sweating my ass off in the morning.” You chuckled lightly as you stepped inside, waving to Addy as you walked by her while heading upstairs.
He trailed behind you mindlessly, reaching forward and grabbed your hand, holding onto your fingers lightly.
“I could just.. give you my sweater.” He shrugged as you entered his room, causing him to let go of your hand and reluctantly tugged off his sweater, handing it towards you.
“Take it.” He said simply, ignoring your confused expression as you hesitantly grabbed it from him.
“I mean.. are you sure? This is like your favorite one, I don’t wanna just take it.” He shook his head at your words, patting your arm while walking to his closet, simply pulling out his beige cardigan and slipped into it, adjusting it slightly.
“I offered it. So please.. take it.” He glanced back at you, raising his brows.
You couldn’t help but smile, nodded as you were quick to put it over you. You adjusted the neckline as it was a little too wide for your neck, but you knew you could make it work.
You turned to him and showed it off, not noticing the way his gaze instantly softened as his own smile formed on his lips, stepping closer to you and pulled you into a hug.
“You better take care of it. I care about that thing as much as I care about you.” He mumbled out, his face buried in your shoulder as he kept you close.
You nodded and wrapped your arms around his torso, looking at him with an equally soft gaze. “I promise I’ll take care of it. This is now my favorite thing I own.”
He chuckled lightly as he lifted his head, his gaze meeting yours as a small blush formed on his face, seeing how close the two of you were.
“Y’know.. you can take a sweater whenever you need. And don’t try to protest.” He lifted a finger to silence you, raising his brows at you.
You rolled your eyes playfully and nodded, holding your hands up in a defensive manner. “Fine, fine. I won’t protest.. but won’t it seem like we’re dating if I’m always wearing your stuff?”
The utter thought of dating you made his stomach churn, his eyes slightly widening as he tried to figure out what to say.
“Uh.. is that such a bad thing?” He mumbled out, moving past you and sat on his bed, kicking his shoes off. “Well, it’s not. I wouldn’t mind, just wanted to know what you would think.”
You shrugged and sat next to him awkwardly, messing with the sleeves of the sweater one keep.
“Do you.. want to?” He glanced up at you, a hopeful yet worried expression on his face.
He was worried on how you would respond, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want you to feel the same way he did about the matter.
“We could try.” You responded nervously, knitting your brows together as you tried to process what the two of you were even discussing.
“Would you want to.. go on a date then? We could turn that Halloween idea into one.” He said looked away as he suggested that, patting his knees awkwardly and whistled to himself.
You couldn’t bring yourself to respond verbally, simply moving closer and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his arm.
And that was all he needed for a smile to form on his face again, wrapping his arm around you and leaned his head on yours.
“I hope you know I’m never taking this sweater off now.” You smiled lightly as you nuzzled up against him, squeezing him slightly.
“Good.. I don’t want you to anyway.”
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