Tate McRae x Reader oneshots

Oscars

Y/n and Tate walked down the red carpet together, their hands intertwined as flashes from the cameras lit up around them. The crowd buzzed with excitement, and fans called out from the sidelines, snapping pictures and cheering their names. Dressed in a sleek, tailored suit, Y/n looked every bit the part of a star, while Tate, in a stunning dress that complemented his style, held onto his arm, beaming with pride.

"Smile, you're a nominee!" Tate whispered to him, nudging him playfully as they stopped for photos.

Y/n laughed, squeezing her hand. "No pressure, right? Just the biggest night of my life."

"Exactly," she teased, giving him a wink. "You've got this, though. I mean, look at you. You're killing it, even just walking in."

Y/n smirked, feeling a bit more confident with her at his side. "Well, I have to look good standing next to you," he said, giving her a quick, adoring glance. They posed for a few more photos, with Y/n's arm slipping around Tate's waist as he looked over at her between shots, unable to help himself.

As they moved further down the carpet, an interviewer approached, microphone in hand. "Y/n! How are you feeling tonight? Congratulations on the nomination for Best Actor—this is huge!"

Y/n flashed a grin, giving a small, self-deprecating shrug. "Thank you! Yeah, it's amazing to be here."

The interviewer laughed, then looked over at Tate. "And Tate, you must be so proud. How does it feel being here with him tonight?"

"Oh, I'm over the moon," Tate answered, a bright smile lighting up her face as she looked at Y/n. "I've watched him put everything he has into this role, so to see him here, nominated, is just unreal. I couldn't be prouder."

Y/n blushed a bit, nudging her. "Alright, now you're making me emotional before I even get inside."

The interviewer grinned, sensing the easy chemistry between them. "You two are adorable. Y/n, any thoughts on who you'd like to thank if you take home the award tonight?"

He laughed, glancing sideways at Tate. "Well, Tate's definitely at the top of that list. And my family, of course. And honestly, everyone who supported me. It's been a crazy ride."

They finished up with the interviewer and continued down the carpet, stopping for one last round of photos. As they posed, Y/n looked over at Tate, a soft smile on his face. "Thanks for being here tonight. I know you're crazy busy with tour stuff and everything."

She shrugged, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "I wouldn't miss this for anything. Besides," she added, leaning in closer, "you're the star tonight. I'm just here to cheer you on."

Y/n and Tate settled into their seats near the front of the theater, surrounded by fellow actors, directors, and industry insiders. The buzz in the room was electric, with a sense of anticipation hanging in the air as the ceremony progressed. As the awards were announced one by one, Y/n could feel his nerves starting to creep in. At first, he tried to stay cool, casually holding Tate's hand as they whispered to each other and commented quietly on the winners.

But as the categories passed, he started fidgeting slightly, shifting in his seat and adjusting his jacket. Tate noticed, gently squeezing his hand and offering a soft, reassuring smile.

"You good?" she asked, leaning in close so only he could hear.

Y/n let out a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, just, you know... I didn't think I'd actually be this nervous," he admitted, glancing up at the stage. "Like, it's whatever if I don't win, but just being here has me on edge."

Tate rubbed her thumb over his hand, her voice calm and grounding. "You've already won in my book," she whispered, a playful smirk on her lips. "But seriously, just breathe. You deserve this. No matter what happens, this nomination alone is huge."

Y/n's shoulders relaxed a little as he took her words in. Just having her there, her presence steady and supportive, helped ease the butterflies in his stomach. He glanced over at her, taking in her confident expression, and felt his nerves settle, if only slightly.

The time for his category finally approached, and Y/n's heart started to pound again. The presenters took the stage, reading through the names of each nominee, and the suspense was almost too much to handle. Tate felt his grip tighten on her hand, and she gave him an encouraging nod.

"And the award for Best Actor goes to..." the presenter began, drawing out the moment.

Y/n held his breath, feeling a jolt of adrenaline surge through him. Time seemed to slow down as he watched the presenter's face, waiting for the words that would either make this moment a pinnacle in his career or a memory of just missing the win.

When they called his name, he barely registered it at first. The entire audience burst into applause, and Tate's cheer was the loudest. She stood up, tugging him up with her, her face full of pride.

"Holy—" he muttered under his breath, grinning in shock as he made his way up to the stage, Tate giving his arm one last squeeze and a kiss before he went up. The applause echoed around him, and he felt almost in a daze as he approached the microphone, glancing out at the packed room. He spotted Tate, beaming at him from their seats, and it gave him a surge of confidence.

"Wow, okay," he started, running a hand over his face in disbelief. "I honestly don't even know what to say. This is insane. Thank you to everyone who believed in me, and... man, thank you to my incredible girlfriend for putting up with my endless rehearsals and nerves. Tate, you're my rock, seriously."

As Y/n slid back into his seat, Tate immediately leaned in with a grin, her eyes bright with excitement. She held up her phone, snapping a few quick photos of him with his award in hand. Y/n, still buzzing from the moment, laughed and gave her a playful side-eye.

"Already getting the candid shots?" he teased, nudging her.

"Obviously," she said, clicking away. "These are going on my private story. My boyfriend just won Best Actor—everyone has to know." She adjusted the angle, capturing his smile and the golden trophy he held.

He shook his head, chuckling. "Well, make sure you get my good side," he said, straightening up and trying to look as casual as possible, though he was still riding the high of his win.

Tate rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Like there's a bad side," she muttered, giving him an affectionate look. She took a few more photos, then slipped her phone back in her bag and settled into his shoulder, still beaming.

"I can't believe that just happened," he whispered to her, glancing down at the award. "It's all kind of a blur."

She looked up at him, giving his hand a squeeze. "Well, you better believe it, because you killed it. It's yours now." She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Just get used to me bragging about this for the next month."

"Oh, so it's going to be on repeat?" he asked, smirking down at her.

"Absolutely," she said, her tone playful. "And you know what? You're just gonna have to deal with it."