Tate McRae x Reader oneshots

Dancing

As Tate prepared for her new tour, she was constantly immersed in rehearsals, spending long hours fine-tuning every dance move, every song, and every detail. Y/n would often sit on the sidelines, a large bottle of water in hand, watching her with admiration. He loved seeing her in her element, her passion radiating as she lost herself in the music.

One sunny afternoon, as the bright California light streamed through the studio windows, illuminating the hardwood floor, Tate turned to Y/n, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Okay, you've watched enough. It's time you join in!" she declared, playfully nudging him with her shoulder.

Y/n laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, no way! You know I'm not a dancer. I'll just embarrass myself," he replied, raising his hands defensively. The thought of flailing around like a fish out of water made him nervous, but he also felt a thrill at the idea of being close to her during rehearsal.

"Come on! It'll be fun," Tate urged, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I need a partner for this routine, and it doesn't matter if you can't dance. Just follow my lead!" Her enthusiasm was infectious, and before he knew it, Y/n found himself caught up in the moment, his apprehensions slowly melting away.

With a resigned chuckle, he stood up, stretching his arms. "Fine, but if I trip and fall, I'm blaming you," he teased, a grin breaking across his face.

As the music started playing, Tate positioned herself in front of him, her body moving effortlessly to the beat. Y/n felt a rush of adrenaline as he tried to mirror her movements, his limbs feeling awkward at first. The choreography was fast-paced, and he stumbled slightly, earning a giggle from Tate.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" she encouraged, her voice bright with amusement. She stepped closer, guiding him with gentle hands on his shoulders. "Just feel the rhythm. Relax a little!"

Y/n rolled his eyes playfully, trying to shake off his nervousness. "Yeah, right! I'm just trying not to look like a total fool." But with her in front of him, he couldn't help but smile. It felt good to be part of her world, even if just for a moment.

As the song progressed, he started to find his groove, the laughter between them breaking the tension. Tate would demonstrate a move, and he'd attempt to follow, their bodies coming together as they practiced. Whenever he got it right, her face would light up with approval, and he felt a rush of pride that made him want to keep going.

"You're getting better! Look at you!" Tate cheered, her encouragement pushing him to keep moving. The way she watched him with such joy made his heart swell.

In between sections, they took breaks, both of them laughing and catching their breath. "I never thought I'd be dancing in a studio with you," Y/n said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "This is actually kind of awesome."

"See? I told you it would be fun!" Tate beamed, stepping in close and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, which made his heart race. "I love having you here. It's like a little taste of home amidst all the craziness."

Feeling emboldened by her words, Y/n decided to try one of the moves he had been struggling with. He focused on Tate, her body moving fluidly as she led the way. He attempted to replicate her movements, feeling the music pulse through him. To his surprise, he managed to nail the sequence.

"Yesss! That was it!" Tate exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he couldn't help but laugh as he basked in her praise.

After what felt like hours of dancing and joking around, they finally collapsed on the floor, panting and giggling. Tate leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder, a satisfied smile on her face. "I'm so glad you joined me today," she said, her voice softening. "You really surprised me!"