Multi-Fandom One Shots

Make Up and Make Out

"If it weren't for you hitting on our newest client we wouldn't be in this situation!" I yelled, teeth clenched in the process.

Evelyn scoffs, "Flirting? That's what you think that was?"

"That's what it looked like! The staying up late drinking together, the constant subtle touches, the shitty pick-up lines, it looks damn well like you've been trying to seduce her!"

"And what makes you think that?" Evelyn's voice gets slightly higher, her husky tone sending chills down my spine. I bite my lip, trying my best to keep my anger at bay.

"Because that's what you used to do with me before she came along." I grit my teeth again, giving up on trying to stay calm.

"For a quote unquote 'genius'," I draw out the last word, making air quotes with my hands.

"You're not the brightest when it comes to people."

Evelyn looks at me wide-eyed for half a second, then chuckles.

"Let me know when you've calmed down a bit, then we can discuss what's really happening, like how adults would."

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, taking in a deep breath.

I decide against saying anything else, not wanting to add any more gasoline onto the flame.

I leave her workshop, making sure to slam the door a bit harder than usual.

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I step into the elevator, catching a glimpse of my reflection on the door and cringe at the state I'm in. I look and feel like a mess.

I glance down at my watch, it was only 8:30.

"Shit." I mutter. Too early to raid her alcohol supply.

"Coffee it is."

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I walked into the coffee shop just around the corner from DevTech and ordered a black coffee. Once my name was called, I sat down at an empty booth and propped my elbows on the table, my chin resting in my palm.

"You okay there Y/N? You don't usually drink coffee." A slightly southern accent asks in front of me. I sit up and look at the red headed super now currently sitting across from me, her mask nowhere to be seen.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just one of those days." I mutter, taking another sip from my mug, my cheeks growing red at the thought of her seeing me like this.

"Girlfriend problems?" Helen asks, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"Like you wouldn't believe." I grumble into my mug.

"Well, you know, you could always talk to her about the situation at hand and how you feel about it."

I laugh at her suggestion, taking another long drink of my coffee.

"I tried that. We both just ended up yelling at each other. We're both not the best when it comes to communication."

We stayed and chatted for a little while longer, before Helen glanced down at her watch and muttered something to herself.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"No, no there isn't." Helen said, brows furrowing as she looks up at me again. "I just realized I'm running a bit short on time. Don't want to miss the meeting."

"Wait, what meeting?" I ask, an uncomfortable feeling arising in my stomach.

"Yeah, we have one in 20 minutes. Winston said something about planning me another interview to help fix the law. You didn't hear about it?"