The Love Experiment (Soldier Boy X Female Reader)

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"S/n, is everything okay? You've really zoned out to outer space during our conversation." Deep states as he points out the obvious, tilting his head with curiosity. "Is it because Homelander fucked your brains out last night?"

I've really lost it, haven't I?

...I had let this thing between John and I become some sort of a routine that he may or may not have willingly took advantage over this week. I let him think that sparks flew between him and I, in the hopes that I could be just as successful as Maeve was when those two had the same fling. Now I'm actually gaining more of his trust... either that or I've successfully made him turn a blind eye.

"Yeah, I'm fine... what were you talking about, again?" I mumble, struggling to focus on him and that sweet idiotic face of his. I roll my eyes as he reaches out to pat me on the shoulder... I think a sympathizing way, still figuring that out.

Now that I think about it, I haven't heard back from my brother or the others since I got a new phone. I still don't know their entire plan of action with destroying John once and for all.
BUT— if there's one thing I can focus on is the biggest annual Supe event in history tomorrow, I'm gonna be reaping the benefits at Herogasm.

"Well, for starters, Homelander wants us to go on a little trip, just the two of us." Deep grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "He's sending us to Herogasm in another state for a mission. Isn't that exciting?"

He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I mean, it's not like we haven't been there before, right?" He flashes a charming smile, hoping to lighten the mood. "Though, if your mind's still wandering, maybe it's because Homelander's... attentions have left you a bit preoccupied."

Deep's voice trails off, his insecurity bubbling to the surface. He shifts his weight, feeling awkward as he tries to navigate the subject. "I, uh, I know it's nothing personal. He's just... well, Homelander." He lets out a nervous laugh, trying to brush off the topic and move on to something less uncomfortable. "Anyway, what do you think about this mission? Do you have any ideas on how we can make a splash at Herogasm this time around? Or are you afraid you might succumb to the temptation?" he chuckles, wiggling his brows flirtatiously.

"Temptation? You? Please." I scoff, walking away from the conversation that was making me lose brain cells by the moment. "I wouldn't want any sea life STDs from your half-fish ass. Have some fucking integrity, Deep. After all, you're just a human being with Compound V in your bloodstream— so leave it to Aquaman for fuck's sake! At least he knows to take care of his sea friends instead of having the fucked up idea of literally fucking them instead! Fuck!" I groan, walking away from him as he struggles to defend himself in a horrible stutter.

"That was one fucking time!" Deep shouts back, his voice slightly cracking as he arrogantly argues back. I quickly turn around to see that smug smirk on the son of a bitch and frown with disappointment. Then again, I shouldn't really be because I shouldn't even be bothered to be surprised. It was more than once and he knows it, I mean he even is on PETA's fucking list because of the allegations and accusations against him.

"We both know that's a shitty fucking lie!" I say, then continue walking away to the elevators. I'm infuriated that John chose for me to travel with this dipshit to Herogasm. If there's anything I know, he's not instantly gonna fuck a sea creature or something so god help me if I have to depend my life on this moron of a man. I push the button with a little more force than usual, tapping my foot impatiently as I did not want to continue my conversation with this pathetic excuse of a Supe.
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I head into Annie and I's shared penthouse, immediately heading my way into the kitchen with the intention of drowning my sorrows in another bottle. I open up every cupboard with a starving vigor, feeling my heart pound with anxiety in hopes of finding the treasure.