Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Sweet, but Psycho Pt.7

Kurt Cobain's voice could be heard from the top of the steps. I laughed as I imagined Tate losing his mind up there. My legs still hurt a little from earlier on, but I was the happiest I could be. Tate's seed was inside of me. Of course, there is still the process of his sperm fertilizing my eggs, then creating an embryo, and hoping that embryo survives to become an actual human baby- but in my mind, I was a mother. I had paid attention so much in Sex Ed just for him, and now it all had paid off.

Moira and I sat downstairs as we folded the laundry. She guided me on how she had kept this house perfect for decades. I know she was dead, but she deserved a raise. She also informed me how she became a ghost trapped in this house. Tate and Addie's comments about their father all made sense now. Moira seemed stern, but after I got to know her and her backstory, I understood why she was so earnest. I wouldn't want to be trapped here because someone's husband couldn't keep their pants up either. It amazed me how Hugo and Constance were such shitty people, but they created Tate, Addie, Beaux, and Rose- although I hadn't met Rose yet, I was sure she was a crystal gem.

"Your shirts have no creases when folded; that's very impressive for a beginner, Y/n. You're a natural at this," Moira complimented.

"Thank you. Miss Moira, I've had a lot of practice," I informed.

"Really? Are there any more housekeepers in your family," she asked.

"Honestly, I don't know. I've never met anyone else in my family. After my mom left, my dad demanded me to be the 'perfect woman' to replace her, so I had to learn how to cook and clean, or else," I enlightened her.

"It seems like your home life isn't as pleasant either. Huh? Is that why you care about Tate so much," she asked.

"It plays a role, but I genuinely love him- and want the best for him. I have for a while now," I confessed.

And the best was me. It always had been and would continue to be. I'd noticed Tate by himself since we were kids, and he hated his life even back then. I knew it was because I wasn't by his side. Henry VIII may not have gotten the memo, but a King could never happily rule a Kingdom without his one true Queen. Who else would encourage him through the hardships and the losses and stick beside him if his kingdoms fall? I would do that for Tate. I would be executed with him; they would have to make another slot in the guillotine because I needed to die by his side, and I would if that was what it all came down to. That's all Tate needed. A friend. A confidante. I was the same. Besides, Tate, I'd never had a friend- and I didn't need one because he was the only friend I would need.

"You love him? Is that why you visited so often," Moira asked.

I had been caught; I hoped she'd never noticed, but I guess I wasn't as sneaky as I thought. I froze for a minute before I looked at her. I expected her to have a smug look on her face, but instead, she looked unphased.

"I've noticed you many times before. I also know that you're the one who put that pamphlet in the mailbox. Which was quite creepy, I might add," she lectured.

I thought the pamphlet thing was genius. I did it all for love. I had no regrets, and it worked out in the end. I had no regrets- I'd do it again to be near him.

"But, I've seen weirder in this place. And I've seen how you look at him and make him smile; that's something I haven't seen since he was a child," she continued.

Moira folded the last item and placed the folded clothes in their baskets.

"I care for him like a son, Y/n. Constance may be his mother, but Nora and I watched him grow. As long as you keep him out of trouble and don't hurt him, I'll keep this between you and me," she proclaimed.