The Love Experiment (Soldier Boy X Female Reader)

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June 2022 — 2 years later
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'"You're fucking perfect, aren't you sweetheart?" he asked, his voice laced with wonder and desire. I blushed brightly, my heart raced faster than ever as he continued complimenting my body. I couldn't believe how aroused I was by him, this man. He was supposed to be seen as nothing more than a heroic figure in Vought's lucrative history. My attention immediately draws back to him as he spread my legs and positioned himself between them. He then thruste—'

"Y/n!" a voice shouts, causing me to jolt awake from quite the intense slumber. My eyes dart around the room in a panic, landing on a familiar face who can't help but find herself laughing in this confusing moment. Annie, my Supe co-star, roommate, and dear friend. She's looking at me with a big grin on her face, as if she'd found out that Homelander died or something...

One can only dream.

"Why, Annie? I was sleeping so well..." I groan, rubbing my crusty eyes slowly and prop myself up. My lips part and out comes a vicious yawn, stretching my entire upper body with my fists nearing the ceiling. I mumble to myself, groggily sliding out of bed. My bare feet greets the cold floor, adjusting my pajamas that may have been tucked deep up into some crevices here and there. Annie just hums in agreement, staring a little too long at me. I shrug and tilt my head, still feeling confused as ever. Annie shrugs and turns around, as if she was gonna walk away from my bedroom. She stops for a brief moment, before saying something I never thought would come from her mouth.

"'Fuck, it's bigger than I expected!' " she teases in a chuckle, running away before I make any irrational reactions. My eyes widen and a warmth rises to my cheeks. My heart pounds out of my chest, registering that this is the first time someone has watched me in the midst of having a freaking sex dream.

"Annie, what else did you fucking hear???" I shout, feeling myself perspire worse than what I woke up with. It would absolutely wreck my soul if she knew who in fact I was dreaming about. Yet the silence eerily grows and uneasiness washes over me like a crashing wave. It's one thing to have a crush on someone who is loved by the many, it's another to be very disliked by the few... and to one of them I know. In fact, I should hate Soldier Boy for what he did to M.M.'s family. He's to be depicted nothing less than the epitome of a prejudiced being.

"Annie?" my scratchy voice calls out again, but receives nothing in return. I look back to a moment ago and remember she was wearing her incognito clothing instead of her Starlight suit. Not a response. I softly shake my head and wiggle the nervous jitters out of my body, telling myself that she probably didn't hear Soldier Boy's name escape from my desperate lips. "Yeah, go on without me and have loads of fun with the team of misfits... I'll watch Homelander today. It's no big deal." I say, rolling my eyes and briefly complimented by a short groan making my way over to the bathroom. Maybe I should take a nice stroll in the city since I have time to myself for the next few hours. A text notification pings from my phone. Why do I always jinx myself in the calmest of moments? I pick it up and hold it close to my face, my lips press together to suppress an audible sigh from escaping.

ғʀᴏᴍ "ᴀsʜʟᴇʏ ʙᴀʀʀᴇᴛᴛ": ʟᴏʙʙʏ ɪɴ 𝟻.

I toss my phone onto the bed, groaning as I drag my feet towards the bathroom. I close the door behind me, stopping just short of the sink. My hand grasps the handle and twists it until the water spurts out the faucet like the Niagara Falls. I stare at it for a moment, my thoughts distracted with fucking damn Soldier Boy in my dream. Wishing I was the running faucet instead... I need another minute to wake up, god.

'"Damn I want you," he growled between breaths, his voice low and raspy with desire.'

"...I'm gonna need to get some more Dawn-After pills from the lab." I grumble, foam steadily building in my mouth while brushing my teeth and tongue. I spit the foam out and dip my head, my lips connecting with the spouting water.

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Well the entire lobby of Vought HQ seems like an absolute zoo. Employees darting from left and right, one of them accidentally checks me like a hockey player and I quickly spin around to see the woman stumbling onto the ground. "Are you alright?" I ask her, more concerned by the worry that etches onto her face.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, really. I'm just so sorry for bumping into you, S/n! I hope I didn't scuff the fabric... if that's the case, I will do whatever you want! All I ask is that you please don't fire me, this is the only job I have left!—" the woman draws a raspy breath, her hands intertwining in a begging plea. I hold my hand out and smile softly. She flinches before relaxing, probably noticing how I didn't take the chance to hit her right then and there. Which has got me thinking that Homelander definitely did a number on these people, over the years he's been Vought's poster child.

"I'm not upset, trust me. I could care less about my suit. What I do wanna know is if you're alright?" I wonder aloud, helping her up and onto her feet. Before I could even ask the woman for her name, a faint shouting of another voice is heard from a distance. I turn my head towards the direction of the voice and spot none other than Ashley herself, shouting her assistant for some ungodly reason. I don't even wanna fucking know, but I feel bad for that poor girl. I watch as Ashley looks around, searching for me. Her buggy blue eyes land on me in an unsettling way, like some hungry carnivore as she stalks rather quickly towards me.

"There you are! We were starting to wonder if you were kidnapped or something... anyways— follow me." she masks her frustration with a smile and starts walking in the direction of the press room. I tap lightly on her shoulder, causing her to flinch briefly before turning around. "Yes, S/n?" she asks hastily, her eyes about to pop out of her head if her eyebrows raised just a millimeter more. I frown, hating the way she's masking her panic by lashing out at me. I place my hand gently yet firmly on her shoulder, gazing into her eyes.

"First of all: I'm gonna need you to chill the fuck out, Ashley. I'm not Homelander and will never be." I whisper in a short and low tone, so nobody can eavesdrop on our conversation in passing. Ashley nods and still keeps her expression, gesturing me with her eyes to hurry with whatever else I want to say. I mentally facepalm myself, sighing "Before we head into the room, could you please fill me in so I know what I'm walking into? I don't want to go in there blind." I study her face for a moment, watching those gears steam as they viciously move fast inside that brain of hers. Then something clicks.

"It's just a casual interview alongside Homelander. You two will be asked about Madelyn Stillwell's role and life story as it's rounding her 2nd memorial. Everything will be fine, I promise. Now go in there and speak some shit Superheros would normally respond with, okay?" she says, excitedly patting my shoulder and directs me into the room. I can't believe it's been two years already? I'm such a horrible person. I scan the room, only to connect my gaze with icy blue eyes and a toothy grin.

"Well if it isn't my close friend and team member, S/n! Glad you could make it." Homelander bubbly greets, engulfing me into a long hug. In fact, it was too fucking long for my comfort though. He finally lets go after I pat his back and awkwardly hum in agreement. He smiles and gestures for me to sit down, sitting himself next to me soon after...
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