Earving!Black Noir x Payback!Reader | Stargazing | Oneshot
Note- Heavily implied that the reader isn't black (interracial dating)
Note 2- This is the finished version,, tumblr kept posting my drafts
Last month you thought that you'd lose your job due to your thoughts.
This month? You're almost certain that you're going to lose it.
You can't blame yourself.
How can you? Earving is everything you've ever wanted in a man. He's sweet, charming and even funny at times.
He's the one person who makes working in Payback worth it. If it wasn't for him, you would've been out of there before Solider Boy could threaten you again. Or, more realistically, the second your agreement with Vought ends.
"Nicaragua is unique. It's one of the only places where you can see the milky way with your eyes," Earving whispers, pointing to the belt of stars and colours in the sky.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm- that's the southern cross right there," he continues, pointing to some stars connecting them with a finger.
Its nights like these where everything feels worth it. No-one is watching. No one can snitch on you for dating a black man. Everything is just- perfect.
Earving points to the moon, "To the-" he thinks for a bit "-left-" he's talking to himself now, mumbling something as he points before he clears his voice.
"Virgo." He finally announces as his finger traces some unknown pattern and part of you thinks that he's making stuff up now, but you still nod along.
"Can we see Jupiter from here?" That question made him sit up and look around before he's completely turned around.
"Right there," Earving points to a bright yellow dot in the sky. He has a smile on his face. A rare, soft, smile that shows off how happy he really is.
Its the sort of smile that makes you want to grab him and kiss him. The sort that reminds you of the man you fell in love with.
Turning around, you look up at the sky to look at what should be Jupiter.
The planet shines back at you, distinguishing itself from the surrounding stars. Making itself known.
Wanting you to look at it.
"-the two people dancing. That's Gemini."
Is it bad that you really want to dance?
Part of you thinks that it is, but the other part --a bigger part-- acknowledges how natural it is.
Earving's gaze meets yours before it softens. That smile is still there, your favourite smile.
"Hey Earving-" you carefully stand up and dust yourself off incase any insects made you their temporary terrain "-want to dance?" You ask, offering him a hand to pull him up.
