Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Priorities - Mr. Gallant

"What are you doing," I questioned.

The white-haired man had been acting odd but would never tell me why. Secrets were something I considered non-existent in our friendship, so to say I was curious was an understatement. I would burn down his salon if he didn't tell me what was happening. Threats are non-existent to me as well. This was a promise. For days, his phone was his priority. He even prioritized it more than his best friend, who was me. We couldn't have that.

"I'm not doing anything," he lied.

"Mmm, sure," I responded.

I glared at the man as he walked past me, still glued to his phone. He stared at the screen as if it would get up and walk away if he didn't. It made me sick.

"Here you go assuming shit and making yourself look psycho," he stated.

"Psycho? Who are you, my ex? I'm not making myself look psycho. I know when I'm being lied to," I assured.

"Don't tell that to me. Tell that to the restraining order he has on you," Gallant mocked.

"Now I know you're up to something because you know how bringing that up makes me feel," I cried.

Tears fell from my eyes as I cried into my palms.

"The cameras are off, girl. You're not on set. That doesn't work here," he declared.

I dropped my hands to my sides and stopped the waterworks.

"Damn, you're good. But, not smart enough," I exclaimed.

Snatching his phone out of his hand, I ran into another room and locked the door behind me. It didn't take long for him to bang on the door.

"Y/n, give me my phone," he yelled.

"I'm sorry. I can't hear you. The voices in my head are covering yours because I'm psycho," I shouted.

"I genuinely hate you right now," he stated.

"That's what my ex says, and he still hits me up for dick appointments," I responded.

Scrolling through his phone, I finally found out what was more important to him than the finest creation that is- well- me.

"Speaking of dick appointments, Zeke is five miles away, and he wants to know if you top or a bottom," I teased.

"Oh my God, Y/n," Gallant grumbled.

"Oh. Also, Zeke is below average... Can I block him," I asked.

"Oh, most definitely. Block him immediately. Thank you," Gallant responded.

"No thanks needed. You know I'm looking out for you," I assured.

I opened the door and handed him back his phone; he snatched it out of my hand.

"Fuck you," he said.

"I love you too," I teased.