Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Y/n the Medium- James P. March

The Hotel Cortez always felt like I had entered a time warp with the building's decor and vibe. After a long and eventful span of going on adventures, I wanted to unwind- and at what place is better than America's most haunted hotel? I knew the ghosts inside and could tolerate and ignore them. So, I wouldn't worry about people's mournful spirits. Every hotel is haunted, and the wails for help get annoying after some time. At least everyone here has already given up on crossing over to the other side, so they live their undead lives privately and wouldn't bother me.

Now that I was twenty-one, Billie and I tended to split up more after I successfully sucked information out of my ex, Tate. Regret rushed over me regarding that situation, especially after realizing that Tate was fucked up, regardless of the darkness or not. The last few years taught me one major life lesson- just because the ghost looks good does not mean he is a good person. Although, I should have already known that from James.

I could feel James' cold glare as I walked into the building. He wasn't the only one, as Iris sighed upon seeing me, but too bad for them. Ever since my experience with Tate, I have no interest in ghosts- unless I'm getting paid a lump sum to deal with their shenanigans. I'm off duty. It's called maturity and growth.

"Can I get one room for three nights," I asked.

"Y/n, you know you're not allowed," Iris began.

"Listen, Billie is not here to harass you guys, and honestly, I could give a fuck about James at this point. Besides, you guys haven't seen me in over a year. I know you were worried," I expressed.

Iris sighed as she grabbed a room key and handed it to me.

"Thank you, Iris. You know you're my favorite," I stated.

"Mhmm, sure," she replied.

"I'm not lying. I aspire to be old, wise, and bitter- then people will leave me alone, too," I acknowledged.

Iris glared as I took the key and headed straight to the bar. Liz hummed to herself, wiping down her wine glasses as she leaned across the counter.

"Hey, Liz, how have you been," I greeted.

She heard my voice and began to fumble the glass, but in the end, she caught it. Girlboss. She turned in my direction and nervously smiled.

"What are you doing here, Y/n- you're banned," she acknowledged.

"And what is James going to do? Kill me. He's terrified of having me on the premises. Do you truly think he'd kill me and trap my ghost here with him? If he's here for an eternity, so am I," I chuckled.

"Fair point. It's nice to see you still haven't changed," Liz laughed.

"Yes, I have. I'm 21 now, and I would love for you to do me the honor of making my first legal drink," I said.

"It's on the house," Liz responded.

I didn't drink too much, but still, I couldn't feel my face as I pressed the elevator button. But I wasn't totaled, even though I could barely stand. I happily danced with my suitcase as I waited for the elevator to open, and when it did, I wished they hadn't. The doors opened to reveal Sally and some guy making out inside. I've seen him before with her, but I forget his name since he's always drunk to the point where he doesn't remember where he is. Not very respectable for a married man with a child, and the fact that he hangs out with James makes it all the worse.

"Well, this is a rude awakening," I gagged.

Sally jumped at my voice. She excitedly smiled when she saw me pushing the guy off as she rushed over.

"Y/n. You're back! Thank God," Sally squealed.

Sally and I weren't necessarily friends. When I was around, James would take away her addiction demon to focus all his ghostly abilities on avoiding me- therefore, she loved me. The drunken ghost pulled me into an almost suffocating embrace.