ʟᴏꜱᴛ. (Homelander x reader)

Chapter 2

You sat in a room alone for a long period of time. You didn't know what to do or think. They had put a large amount of hydroquinone on your burn mark, covering it with a bandage. You looked around the room, it looked similar to a medical room from a hospital. It was almost surreal, like you weren't really in Vought tower, but you were. After about 30 minutes the door opens, a doctor, a guard, and a lady with a clipboard. The doctors begin to take off your bandage and wipe off the cream.

"You've caused a lot of positive responses for Homelander" the lady reads off her clipboard to you. "The feedback is insane right now, I'll have to ask you to fill out this form" she slides you over a piece of paper labeled "consent form".

"What's this?" You hold out the paper in confusion.

"You'll have to come to our holiday gathering tomorrow, the press will want to see you with Homelander and I think-" you drown out her voice. It's a chance to get to see him again, Becca will be going too. You don't mind but you hate the part she mentions press. You don't want to be seen with Homelander, like you're just his little cash cow. You want to see the good part again, alone. It's weird how attached you've gotten to him already. Is it him, or the idea of him. You don't know. And frankly you don't really care.

"Pfft.. I don't know" you exhale

"You can have time to think about it but I need an answer by no later then midnight" she looks at her watch and takes the paper from your hand and turns to leave the room.

"Can I say thank you to Homelander?" You ask before she walks out of the door.

"He's uh.. very busy. We'll let him know" she gives you a fake smile and closes the door.

Fine then. Be that way. You're a little angry she lied to you but at the same point you might see him tomorrow, you can say thank you then. You don't really want to go though, you hate how all of this sounds just like a movie set. Press, cameras, lines. It makes them all seem less like heros and more like special effects. You sigh. You decide to talk to Becca and see what she thinks. Besides nows a good time then ever, going homes a bad idea, staying here isn't an option, and you've avoided her for months. Billy's been calling you a lot to see if you're okay but you just lie and say "yeah fine". Nows a good time to be the sister you were.
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You knock on the door, Billy answers.

"Awe look who it is" he smiles at you.

" Not right now Billy, I need to see Becca" you shove past him an step inside.

"Y/n! Hiiiiiii!" She runs up to you and gives you a tight hug.

"Hello" you hug her back and pull away quickly. "I need some help"

"Oh sweetheart, what's up?" She sits down, pating next to her for you to sit. You do.

"So Vought invited me to the thingy tomorrow, and i don't know if I wanna go or not"

"YOU SHOULD, We can go together. Did they invite you because of-" she cuts herself off.

"Yeah" you reply.

"Well, hm. Is that okay with you?"

"I-" Billy cuts you off, hanging you a trash bag. "Take this out for me please" he gives Becca a look.

You roll you're eyes and laugh, giving him a nod. You smile at Becca and give her a wink. You take the trash bag outside and sit on the curb. Thinking. You want to see Homelander again, but not HOMELANDER. Not the actor or the movie star. The one you saw in the sky, on that ledge. A few minutes have past, you look down at your phone. 10:30. You sigh and turn your screen off. You hear boot steps coming towards you and you jump up.

"Calm down it's only me" Homelander puts his hands up and steps to you.

"Oh. Hi" you put your arms behind your back.

"I heard Vought asked you to accompany me tomorrow at the gala?" He's in front of you now with his hands behind his back and straight face plastered on.

"They did, I'm still contemplating"

"What's there to think about I mean, Jesus H Christ. It's me. HOMELANDER" He tightens his jaw. Which makes you a bit agitated.

You feel your eyes sting a little, oh no. You look down away from him and rub your eyes.

"Ah. Fucking bugs." You cuss at the non-existent fly in your eyes.

"Look at me." He grabs your chin. You pray to a god you don't believe in their normal again. "Looks like it's gone" he smiles. You sigh in relief.

"Good, uh. You know, I don't know. I don't want to be on TV really and-" he cuts you off.

"I didnt come all this way to hear, no."

You step back a little. Almost afraid.
"Maybe you shouldn't expect a girl you just met to want to go to some big fancy gala after almost dying. Just because you're Homelander. I mean fuck, you don't even know my damn name!" You step back a little further.

He holds his hand to his eyebrow. "Y/n L/n, you're dads a deadbeat drunk. You're mom passed 6 months ago due to domestic violence. You were tested positive for Compound V, which means if you DONT go with me. I'll give the files to Stillwell."

"H-how did.. what's compound V?" You begin to shake, you're eyes turn pitch black and your veins begin to burn hot in your eye sockets.

"It's what gives you the ability to do that."

"You know.." you breathe for a second. "Fine, I'll go with you. But not because your blackmailing me. Not because of your ratings or the press or the cameras. But only because I want to. I wanted to get to know you and be around you. But that... HA. That's the last thing I want to do now." You turn to walk away. You hear a deep sigh.

"I don't know why. But I want to as well. Get to know you I mean. Why would someone with powers like you hide? I want to know." It's not what you meant but you'll take it. You look at him and give a sincere smile. Maybe it wasn't as bad as it looked but if he was evil or cruel he would've showed up with vans and guns. I would be a lab rat right now.

"Just don't tell ANYONE about me and we'll see what happens." You walk inside the house and you hear him fly away.

Becca and Billy are asleep on the couch. You smile and write a little note on a piece of paper, leaving it on the counter for them to find in the morning. "I'll see you at the gala tomorrow night". You put the pen down and take a deep breathe. Preparing to go home. You grab the card the lady with the clipboard gave you, and dial the number.

"Hi this Ashley from Vought, how may I assist you?" She sounds annoyed.

"Uh hi it's y/n, we met earlier today. I was just calling to let you know I've decided to go with Homelander to that Gala you were telling me about."

"Awesome, we'll have an outfit ready for you and a car pick you up tomorrow at 7:00 pm sharp. Be ready" the phone call hangs up. You put your phone down to your side.

You walk out the door and lock it behind you. You don't know what your more scared of. Homelander having physical proof of who you are, or your dad waiting for you at home, with a belt and a bottle. You begin to make the long walk home.
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