evan peters preferences & imagines

party to a proposal - tate langdon

Tate, your boyfriend of almost 3 years had invited you to a party. You weren't one of those types of people but you still accepted his offer otherwise he'd probably be pissed at you.

I looked around in my closet and found a skin tight black dress that showed off your ass and basically hugged your hips. Tate always loved something about your hips, he'd grind into them to turn you on.

After a few minutes of applying minimal makeup to your face, it was time to find out what you were gonna do with your hair. You took out your curling iron and began to curl the ends of your hair.

I heard my phone vibrate off the counter. I saw it was a text from Tate.

Tate: Hey babe. Meet me at the party. Love you x

I knew Tate was gonna do this to me. I sighed and slid my phone into my purse and began to walk to the party since I had no car.

I arrived a few minutes after walking. There were probably close to 50 people here in a big penthouse. I ushered my way through the crowd to find Tate. My eyes squinted when I saw Tate flirting with a girl.

"Fuck you Tate." I stormed out of the house, and sat down at the sidewalk. He came running to me, but I got back up and started to walk to my house.

"I can explain Mallory!" He screamed at me. The stench of alcohol was definitely noticeable.

"Explain it to me when you aren't drunk and flirting with other girls. " I said mono-toned and began to walk home.

I arrived home and took off my dress, and slid into a loose blouse and my capri's.

Tate arrived home a few minutes later.

"Baby. I'm so so so so so damn sorry. I love you Mallory Knox, please marry me." he said, on his knees with a ring.

I accepted his apology and slid the engagement ring onto my finger. I was forever happy with my Tate.