evan peters preferences & imagines

late night smoke - tate langdon

A/N: Yes I have to decided to open it back up! x :)

I looked out of my window and saw my boyfriend Tate walking towards my apartment. I always got butterflies when he came near me or called me babe. We started dating 6 months ago and he asked me out after having feelings for me. Many people considered me lucky to have Tate, because he was hot. Yes, I admit that he was pretty hot: he had blonde curly hair, a pretty white smile and a killer smirk.

The doorbell rang and I instantly darted out of my bedroom, engulfing Tate in a hug. He smelled like cannabis and mints, I swear I could stay in his arms forever. He smiled at me and held a bag of weed up.

"You always read my mind, babe." I sighed into him.

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Me and Tate stood outside my balcony, a joint fixing to be hit. He rolled the weed into the paper and sealed it up with his lips, I took my lighter and lit the stick up, instantly the smell of it swiveling into my nose.

I put the joint in between my lips, inhaling the smoke and then passing it to Tate. I tilted my head back and blew the smoke out into a cloud.

"Your pretty talented with weed." Tate admitted as we shared a shotgun kiss through the smoke.

A few minutes later, I could feel the affects of weed take over me. Tate carried me back inside and placed me down on our bed.

I felt Tate dip in on the bed, his arm instantly wrapping around me.

"I love you Tate." I whispered, placing a lazily kiss on his lips.

"I love you too, Emily." He responded back.