Imagines - Nick Valentine x Sole Survivor/Fem!Reader

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P.O.V: 1st person

Here's a XTRA LONG fic for y'all. For those of you who read these, leave me some feedback. Is it boring when they're this long? Should I keep them shorter? Or is it better when theyre this long? Thanks. <3

"You know that singer down at the Third Rail in Goodneighbor?" Tony, a regular here at Dugout, says to a man I don't quite remember the name of. He comes here significantly less than a lot of our regulars.

"Yeah, Magnolia. She's a catch, ain't she?" He takes a swig of his drink before leaning back onto the couch. I sweep a littler closer to them, just to hear more of their conversation. Tony chuckles.

"Woman's got some pipes, but won't give none of us the time of day. But about the bartender there..." The end of his sentence was spoken and interrupted into a cigarette as he struggled to get a match stick to light. Scarlett waves me over from across the room, over to the counter with Vadim. Someone else stands with them.

It's that detective, Mr. Valentine. He's the fella who's always wearing a patchy trench coat and hat. I usually notice when he enters, but nights like this? It's honestly too busy to notice who comes and goes. I make my way around some people and straight to the counter.

"What's up?" I ask, leaning a hand onto the surface.

"Nick Valentine here has got some questions for you." Scarlett says, leaning over beside Vadim, who's arms are crossed with a welcoming smile to people who walk in. Vadim taps the table twice before stepping away to serve them. I turn towards Nick, handing the wooden broom over to Scarlett around him. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it out in one of the ashtrays.

"I heard you were familiar with Whitechapel Charlie?" His words caught me off guard. I haven't been out of Diamond City in years, but back in my traveling days, I did quite a lot of work for Charlie and Hancock alike.

"God dammit, what'd he go and get into?" I sigh. Nick smirks, tilting his head, making it hard to see his eyes. I tilt my head slightly to keep up.

"I'm the one asking questions here, doll." He sarcastically remarks. "But he must've asked the wrong chum to do the wrong job. Went and disappeared."

"Vanished? That's definitely ain't like him." I say, scratching my chin.

"But the weird part is, nobody's come up with any clues. Nothing. That's when they mentioned you. And that I could find you here."

"I mean, I know one of the gangs he used to help cater to, if you know what I'm saying. But it's been a long time since I last spoke to him. It could be a whole different set now!" I explain. Nick lights up another cigarette And flicks the burnt out match stick into the trash before continuing.

"Would you mind taking me to 'em?" He lifts the edge of his fedora, revealing his glowing eyes some more. I stare in awe, but quickly shake it off.

"Typical gumshoe, huh?" I smirk, turning away from him and wiping my hands on my dirty apron. "I don't think you realize that you don't reason with these people. You can't just walk into places like those without having to use some force. 'Less you got the charisma of a god."

"I think we'll be fine then. Besides, they know you, right?"

Vadim allowed me the rest of the night off. Now I know what to tell him if I ever wanna cut my shift short.

Where are you off to?!

Can't talk! Nick Valentine!

Oh, okay!