𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 - imagines, f.w

2. insecurities | tyler

🎵: tired  // beabadoobee ( please listen to this while reading (: )
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- body shaming, your body's beautiful:) -

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the contented giggles could be heard from outside of y/n's room, as her and her boyfriend tyler lay comfortably on her bed.

" i should change out of my pajamas. " she spoke, escaping tyler's comforting clutch.

" is this okay? do i need to change? " an anxious tyler questioned, sliding of her bed.
he was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.

y/n adored that about him. he didn't really change his style for trends, he just wore what he liked. but for her, he would follow all the trends. he would change multiple times, just for her.

" no, it's cute babe. " she reassured, stumbling over to her drawers and taking out a pair of her own jeans.

the two were going to a party, y/n had been invited by a dude, who tyler called 'some self-absorbed jock'

the girl pulled up the denim, and she pulled out a sweater.

tyler observed his girlfriends movements, until she started taking off her shirt, where he innocently shifted his glance.

" we've been dating over a year, babe. you can see my tits' " she chuckled, as she stuck an arm in her hoodie.

the adorable couple were ready, and they decided to go. considering they were both barely sixteen, none of them had their drivers license, so they walked. the guys house was quite a walk, but they didn't mind.

" c- can i? " tyler questioned, slightly intertwining his fingers in his girlfriends.

" of-corse you can, my love. "

she also thought it was unbelievably cute how he would ask permission to hold her hand, hug her, kiss her. he was honestly afraid to hurt her, to make her uncomfortable with him.

after about twenty short minutes, they made it to the house. nearly a dozen cars was parked outside, and their seemed to be a hundred times more people outside.

y/n marginally squeezed his sweaty palms, as a sign of excitement.

" you ready? " she asked the anxious, hesitant boy.

tylers sharp jawline shined in the bright moon, and a shy smirk danced on his girlfriends lips.

" yeah, let's go. " he spoke excitedly.

he wasn't a party person, he was a cautious boy. the boy wasn't the type to stand up for himself, although he was quite cocky sometimes.

the young couple stumbled up the steps of the front door, and they walked into the house.

the fumes of alcohol instantly explored their nostrils, and flashing lights stunned their eyes.

tyler tightened his grip around his girlfriends waist, and they made their way to the kitchen.

pushing through already drunken teenagers, they squeezed into the kitchen.