The Love Experiment (Soldier Boy X Female Reader)

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"I suppose you'd like to tell me which friend you were trying to get on the phone with?" John inquires, his tone deadly calm yet his words held a threat. He leans in further, crowding me against the sink. His hand slides up my thigh, squeezing it possessively. "Because you're mine, Y/n. Everything you do, say, or think... it's mine. Do you understand?" he hisses, his face mere inches from mine. His breath hot and heavy on my skin.

I didn't notice in time of his other hand reaching out, grabbing my phone and slams it against the wall between the two mirrors behind me. I flinch, hearing my phone crumble to pieces. "What the fuck, John!?" I whisper, completely pissed off by his precise behavior. He jerks his fist at me, almost as if he was ready to swing. His fist retracts back to himself, gritting his teeth.

"You're not to talk to anyone else but me! And I told you not to fucking call me by my first name, Y/n." John growls, pulling himself away. He gives me one final glare and walks out of the women's restroom. My legs feel weak, like they're about to give in on me any moment now. My hand reaches for my heart as I try to steady my breathing, feeling useless and trapped inside a box. Just like the box Soldier Boy said in my dream...

I need to get out of here.

I need to fucking get out of here.

For a second, maybe more if he doesn't realize I'm gone by then. I need to see Billy, to make sure he hasn't killed himself doing something stupid before finalizing his plans to rid of John once and for all. I'd probably get an 'I told you so' from him if he heard my thoughts right now. Not what I exactly want to hear from that smart mouth of his, but I know it's more than well deserved.
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I lift my hand and close it into a fist, debating whether I should or shouldn't knock on The Boys HQ door. A click sounds and the doorknob gets twisted, opening up to a familiar warm face. A very beautiful young and short Asian woman with black hair. Before Kimiko lets me get a word in, she blatantly yanks me inside by the neck of my AC/DC shirt, closing the door behind us with a swift kick.

"Woah, woah, woah! Kimiko! It's me! Y/n!" I shout, holding my hands up in a panic. She stares hard at me before a smile grows on her lips, tackling me into a hug. I return the gesture, wrapping my arms around her and gently squeeze her before we part. "Thought you were going to kill me there for a second. I mean— it's been a couple of years since we've kinda seen each other... so I would very much understand your reaction."  I slowly shrug, smiling sheepishly. She signs something I never understood, since I still haven't really taken the time to study sign language... so I'm very disappointed in myself needless to say.

"She says that we're very happy to see you, again." Frenchie greets, smiling and holds his arms out wide. I grin and laugh, accepting his hug. Frenchie's hugs are something different, like I'm being drowned in the most beautiful energy possible. We hold there for a moment and let out a relaxed breath, melting into each other's bodies before releasing one another reluctantly. "But you should not be here, no?" he asks inquisitively, tilting his head as he gazes at me softly. I look down at my shoes and press my lips together.

"Yeah... it's just that things have been so restrictive over at Vought lately now that Homelander has made me become his PR girlfriend." I sigh heavily and scratch the back of my neck nervously, noticing both of their jaws drop together in sync. Frenchie watches Kimiko sign more, I study the immediate concern that etches onto her face.

"You're a PR girlfriend... for Homelander?" he mumbles, putting his head in his hands. "Please tell me you haven't actually been with him." he adds, intertwining his fingers together and searches for the opposite answer in my eyes. I sheepishly smile, feeling extremely guilty about where I stood with John. Did I actually sleep with him? Fuck no. Was I going to eventually... 'just because'?... next question.