While my little chat with the barista, my phone had buzzed numerous times, and now that I was in the elevator, I looked at the messages.
All were from Homelander, and they were all very vage."Answer me!" Was the last one.
I decided to head to his location first.
The meeting room.
I knocked but didn't hear a 'come in', so I waited. I heard him talk like he was having a conversation, but no one was answering.
When he paused for a moment, I knocked again.
He practically sprinted towards the door and flung it open."Y/N!" He said angrily. "Did your phone die?" He asked but calmed down a little.
"No, sir." I answered.
"Then why didn't you answer my messages?" He asked.
"Because I was at the Shop down the street." I replied calmly.
"And they don't have wifi or anything like that?" He asked, and his eyebrows went up questioningly.
"They do, sir." I answered, and he huffed a laugh.
"So?" He asked, irritated.
"I was talking to the barista, I had to make sure he made the order correctly." I explained.
"Look. Y/n. I don't care about your love life. But you have a job to do." He huffed and finally got out of my face.
"Understood." I didn't think arguing would make any sense.
"Good. I wanted to speak with you." He said and turned around, taking a seat at the table.
I followed him while keeping my distance. I nodded and waited for him to start.
"You're spending an awful lot of time with deep." He said and clenched his jaw."We cleaned the tank." I replied shortly. "You are right. It took quite a while."
"The tank?" He asked.
"Yes, sir." I stated.
"Let me make this clear. You are not a personal cleaning lady. You are an assistant." He explained, annoyed.
"He insisted. Since he doesn't trust the cleaning personnel to handle his friends." I countered politley.
"His friends..." Homelander chuckled.
"More like friends with benefits, to him at least." He added and made a grimace.I was too stunned to speak.
Without thinking, I mumbled "Fishfucker."
And homelander burst into laughter.It took him a bit before he calmed down. He looked like he had tears in his eyes. "Oh, you get me. I was thinking the same thing and you said it. Ah. Great." He sighed with a small smile.
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Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You
RandomI do not own any of the characters. Y/n are a supe. But not a famous one, that didn't work out. Now you are one of the sevens PAs. Maybe, briefly The Deep will fight for you. But you know... its Homelander. It always will be.