Evan Peters is my husband! Right next to Jared Leto as Joker.
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He is sooooooooo affsjiklhsfkkd!!! I can't breathe!
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*Letting you borrow one of my favorite shirts, please don't ruin it!!
As you unpack your things to the enormous mansion that had a lower price than you had expected, you felt that someone was in the room with you.
You hooked up your phone to a speaker your (mom/dad/guardian) gave you a while back, just because you told them you like music. You played the song Come as You Are by Nirvana, it was one of you favorites.
You got into the music and started to turn it up more and more, you sang along as loud as you could.
"Noo! I don't have a gun!" You said loudly. As you were singing your (mom/father/guardian) came bursting into the room.
"Turn that mess down! We have neighbors (Y/n) and I'm pretty sure they don't want to hear any Nirranna cheap crap!" They yelled, you did as you were told, and turned down the music. They had thank you and closes the door, but you could hear a light mumble coming from behind, "I just don't understand her" they said. You hear the voice and immediately started crying.
Your parents didn't get you at all, they always wished for a normal person for a child, and you'd always wished for a better life. You went into your suitcase with you unmentionables and pulled out a razor, going to the bathroom, under the sink, you looked at yourself in the mirror and began to cry.
Tears went down your face, wishing for hope that one day you will be okay and free from all this mess. Before you could connect the razor blade with your wrist, a male voice came from behind you.
"Hey?" it said, you turned around to see an attractive blonde boy with deep brown eyes, making you drop the razor quickly and hiding it under a nearby towel, he looked familiar to you, you stare at his face as the atmosphere began awkward. You snap you fingers quickly finally knowing how the male boy is.
"Kurt Cobain!" You smile at him, wiping away your tears as he chuckles at you guessing skills.
"Close, haha, but I wish, I'm Tate" he says. He stares at you for a minute. He started memorizing you facial features. He then looks at your body up and down, you start covering your body thinking of you insecurities. He then clears his throat. "So... You like Nirvana?" He asked, you smile and nodded.
"Yeah... Oh! I'm (Y/n)" You says looking at the ground, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked up to see him, staring at you again. You started to touch your face as if something was on it.
"Oh, there's nothing on your face... I was just staring at how pretty you are... I mean how pretty your name is, sorry" he said, you blushed at the compliment he gave you. He walked and sat on your bed turning up the Nirvana music. You go towards him.
"How did you get in-" he cut you off, standing from the bed in front of you.
"I came through the front door, I live next door, I heard some noise coming from this room and decided to come in here" he said.
"What kind of noises did you hear?" You asked getting a little more worried.
"Some crying, guessing it was you, huh?" You nodded slightly embarrassed that a cute boy knows you're really emotional. "What were you crying about?" He asked. You put you head down and thought back to why you were tearing up. You started to cry again a little sad, putting both your hands on your face shielding your it from his view.
"It's my parents they..." before you could finish the sentence you felt a pair of firm but soft arms go around you waist, pulling you into a hug, of course it was Tate, you could tell he was a caring guy and had sympathy for you. You cried in his shoulder, getting his striped jumper wet.
"Shhh... its okay" he moved your head from his shoulder, looking into your eyes. He began smiling. "Your pretty when you cry" he said still looking into your eyes. You giggled at the compliment and he held both of your hands in his warm ones. You both heard foot steps coming from the outside of your room, opening the door it was your (m/f/g).
"Didn't I tell you to-! Who is this?" he/she said looking at Tate with a confused look on their face. You took your hands out of Tate's and wiped you face dry.
"...Um... (m/f/g name) this is Tate" you said introducing him to them. Tate smiled at her/him, while he/she just looked at Tate in awe.
"O-Okay" he/she said stuttering and walking out of the room. You playful hit Tate on his shoulder.
"What?" He said looking at you surprised.
"I thought they knew you were in the house, you did come in with their permission?" You asked him. He shook his head.
"I knock on the front door, they answered it, I introduced myself, they asked me to come in, I heard crying, and I came up here, end of story!" He said, you tilted your head slightly, squinting your eyes at him.
"Is that soo?" You said. He nodded in agreement that he was telling you the truth, you sighed lightly and and shrugged your shoulders.
