Grapes: Tate, 18 & 39

whereisevanpeters:

You appeared behind Tate, snatching the grapes out of his hand and plopping them into your mouth.
“Hey! I was gonna eat that!” Tate grabbed you by your waist and pulled you down onto his lap, ticking you.
“Stop!” you exclaimed, giggling. “I’m gonna fall!”
Tate kept tickling you like a madman, pulling you further up on the bed to prevent you from falling. “Those were the last grapes.”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
He looked down at you, watching you twist your body to sit on his lap and face him. “We could steal grapes from the family downstairs. I could seduce the daughter and you sneak in and grab the grapes.”
“That’s the without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. I’m in.” You climbed off of him, walking into the hallway.
“Wait, you’re okay with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Baby, you can’t seduce anyone for your life.”
Tate dropped his jaw, “Excuse me? I have you, don’t I?”
You laughed. “Definitely not through seduction, Tate. I’ve been dead longer than you, not that many guys show up here.”
“Are you saying I wasn’t a first choice?”
“I love you, Tate, but I fell in love with you for other reasons.”
“Just go get me my grapes,” he said, smirking and kissing you.

// requested by anons