going to bed without reading fanfiction is like being sent to bed without dinner
sub!Noir x fem!reader
"Why don't any of you understand?" Homelander snapped, having been rambling for the past twenty minutes. "Starlight is the enemy. She wants nothing good for this... this empire. If you don't find her and that little rat behind her, she will destroy everything good in our lives." Stalking closer to The Deep, he leaned in close and said, "You don't want her to tell the world that you're a fishfucker, do you?"
The Deep tensed up and shook his head, stuttering, "No—No, sir. But I'm not—"
"Good," Homelander cooed, firmly patting his shoulder a few times.
From your left, you felt the familiar touch of Noir. Looking down, you noticed the folded note between his gloved fingers. He nodded his head once, then you cautiously took the paper, making sure Homelander didn't notice. Once Homelander straightened his posture and continued on, his back to the table, you silently unfolded the paper.
It read, "I can't wait to get out of here. Let's cuddle in your apartment." Beneath it was a drawing of two stick figures holding hands with a little heart between them.
When you regarded Noir, he looked down shyly, rubbing his hands together to self-soothe. Finally, Homelander's attention was drawn away when Ashley chimed in, standing nearby in her neat, slightly revealing pink dress. There she was, so meek as she brought up a more pressing matter.
"What?" Homelander barked, evidently flustered by the interruptions.
"Sir," she stuttered. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Starlight's numbers are skyrocketing. The public just really wants someone real right now."
"I don't fucking care!" he said. "I don't fucking care about one statistic. I am Vought. I am Vought! I control the narrative, and if I say we should throw them all in camps, you do it. You fucking do it, Ashley."
As Homelander invaded Ashley's space, raising a finger to emphasize his point, you felt Noir's hand curl around your knee. It was a simple, comforting gesture, but the way he rubbed his thumb back and forth over your skin nearly made you melt. Noir didn't even look at you as he did it. It was like a little secret between the two of you.
The Deep clenched his jaw, clearly taking note of the dynamic between you and Noir. Knowing he could use Noir’s “weakness” to his advantage, he straightened his posture, the sound of the squeaking chair jarring in the silent room.
“Umm, excuse me, sir,” The Deep began, raising a hand. “I just wanted to say—“
“Enough!” Homelander slammed his palm flat against the table, the strength of the impact cracking the surface.
Nearly everyone in the room visibly recoiled except for Noir. After all, he had other things on his mind… like you, the girl he knew like the back of his hand.
“Just get the fuck out,” Homelander ordered, his exhausted tone slightly wavering.
Wasting not a second, Ashley clutched her clipboard and darted to the door as the sound of her clacking heals blended with the heroes’ movements. Once the others filed out of the room, you followed suit and barely stepped beyond the threshold before Noir stopped you. Out of sight from Homelander, Noir placed both hands on your shoulders, holding you still, before silently kissing your forehead. When he stepped back, he pointed upward, then gave you a thumbs up and tilted his head, silently asking to meet in your apartment again. Of course, you accepted, and he nodded before backing away, making the shape of a heart with both hands.
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Having taken a small detour, so as not to raise suspicion, Noir arrived at your apartment. When you greeted him at the door, he entered and stepped to the side, awkwardly rubbing his hands together. For being such an imposing hero, he certainly knew how to look like a nervous school boy in your presence. Before you could say a word, he extended his arms and tilted his head in a silent question.
Without hesitation, you neared, and he wrapped both arms tightly around your upper back. Curling around you, he buried his face against your shoulder and let his hands trail all over your back. Finally, his hands settled on your sides, and you could hear him inhale your familiar scent. Satisfied with the embrace, he peeled himself away and took your hand, eagerly hurrying to the couch.
Once on the uncomfortably sleek surface, he settled back, tugging you closer until you had no choice but to sit on his lap. You rested your legs against the cushions and completely sank into Noir's broad frame. Still supporting you, he flopped over, bringing you with him until both of you were lying down. Before doing anything else, he removed both gloves, then folded one arm beneath his head and wrapped the other snuggly around your waist. His legs intertwined with yours, and you adjusted your position when he suddenly lowered his head to rest right upon your chest.
Sensing his need for comfort after the stressful meeting, you pressed a hand to his back and rubbed right between his shoulder blades. His hand that was on your side traveled to yours, and his scarred, calloused skin felt remarkably warm. When the silence of your apartment grew heavy, he turned over your palm to trace a single heart against it. You could tell he was feeling tired, though, as his movements were sluggish. Finally, he brought his hand down to your stomach, letting his warmth soothe every part of you. By then, his breathing slowed, and his body grew limp, still warm and safe in your arms. The only time he could find rest was with you because you were his safe haven and the only one he truly loved in his entire life.
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a/n: Hello. Yes, I am still alive. I apologize for being gone for so long, lovely readers. I know this is not my usual quality, but I needed to get something out. I have several things in my drafts that I am slowly working on. So, stay tuned for that. Thank you for bearing with me.
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I am unable to access tumblr on the cruise (I am in a beach in mexico) so i've been unable to access y'all, but I am doing ok. I will not be answering past or current asks though think of this as me taking a break from work lol. So don't be concerned thinking I was killed off, i'm here and I live!
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