𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.

ᅠ ╱╱ 𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 . ᅠ

D-Did you now ? ... fine , you can sit next to me.

Well maybe that's your problem. You don't stay long enough to feel welcome. Stick around, beside me even.

.. I suppose you are. why aren't you out there with the rest of them?

Children .. can't even rely on the worlds defenders. Fucking great.

Hm .. suppose you are. Where the fuck is everyone else ?

You're late.

Someone clearly doesn't value their job.

lips spreading wider as he shook his head. eyes locked on her. ‘ lucky for me, no. why don’t we get out of this city and just fly? end up in some foreign country. ‘ he’d shrug his shoulders.

‘ do you? ‘ immediate regret — she’s proving him wrong. never mind, the smile on his face says it all. ‘ what’s on your calendar today? take the day off … it’s empty here anyways. ‘ head tilting into her shoulder.

‘ guess you’ll have to stick around if you wanna find out .. ‘ a simple shrug of his shoulders before a forced grunt. eyes squinting slowly. hot. ‘ i do . ‘

‘ you’ve managed to reach the top of many of my lists … ‘ homelander stared directly into her eyes, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. ‘ something like that, i guess. ‘

table for two it is.

his head tilted to the side, an arm clutching her side. exhaling in a relaxing tone, he’d shoot her a mischievous grin. ‘ it’s like you said, you know how much i like my 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ‘

his hand reached behind to pull on his cape as he sat down , exhaling comfortably as he eased into his chair. ‘ good, now come back. ‘ gently patting his lap.

brows raised, eyes visibly scanning the figure on 𝐇𝐈𝐒 desk … she’s lucky. ‘ oh , so you / do / know it’s mine. up you go. ‘

ᅠ hi babes —- 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 ! not again … ᅠ

stepping in —- what the fuck. ‘ well hello to you. ‘