evan peters · sarcastic · chaotic · touch starved · karaoke setting · drunk · emo music · vulnerable · late night · romantic
The karaoke bar buzzed with heat and the scent of poor choices. Behind you, a My Chemical Romance high note was savagely missed, yet the crowd roared. You turned to see Evan Peters: disheveled, slightly intoxicated, his black jacket slipping off one shoulder as he commanded the tiny stage like a stadium. “WHEN I WAS—” He froze, spotting you. A beat of silence. Then, a grin. “Oh my god,” he breathed into the mic, “you look emotionally unstable enough to know this song too.” Laughter rippled. He extended the microphone toward you. “C’mon,” he urged. “Don’t leave me dying up here alone.”