Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

24 | Prison

It was still Day 2 of the retreat, and Homelander was just as frustrated as you were back home. Two full days had gone by without any contact between the two of you, and it was driving him mad. He found himself replaying the last time he'd seen you, the way you looked at him, the anticipation and vulnerability in your eyes.

Homelander paced back and forth in his trailer, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He thought about how you'd progressed since they first met, how your initial shyness had transformed into a more confident demeanor. He adored how you had grown into someone who could challenge him and match his intensity. There was something about bringing out that confidence in you that made him feel alive, something he craved more than he'd anticipated.

He couldn't take it anymore. The retreat had already started to feel like a prison, and the idea of spending another day disconnected from you was intolerable. Determined to take matters into his own hands, Homelander decided to find Ashley. He knew she was in charge of holding onto their phones, and she was his only hope of getting back in touch with you.

Making his way through the darkened camp, he found Ashley asleep in her trailer. He knocked loudly on the door, rousing her from sleep with an annoyed groan.

"What is it?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Ashley, wake up. I need my phone," Homelander demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Ashley blinked in surprise, trying to process his request. "But we agreed to stay unplugged until the retreat ends," she protested weakly.

Homelander leaned in, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Give me my phone, Ashley. I need it. Now."

She sighed, her resistance crumbling under his unwavering stare. She relented, retrieving his phone from the box where she'd been keeping everyone's electronics.

"Here," she said, handing it over, "but you have to promise to stay for the last day. You're giving a speech tomorrow, remember?"

"I'll stay, but I'm keeping the phone." Homelander replied, his voice cold and final.

Ashley nodded, knowing better than to argue with him when he was in this mood. "Okay, just... please make sure you're ready for tomorrow."

"Don't worry about me," he replied dismissively, already focused on getting back to his trailer.

Once he was alone, Homelander sat on his bed, phone in hand. The screen lit up with notifications, but all he cared about was reaching out to you. He typed out a message, his thumbs flying over the keyboard as he tried to convey everything he'd wanted to say over the past two days.

But when he sent it, there was no immediate reply. He waited, staring at the screen, willing it to light up with your response. But the silence stretched on, and with each passing minute, his frustration grew.

"Making me work for it, huh?" he chuckled quietly, appreciating your defiance even as it vexed him. He was used to having control, and the idea of you not responding to him, of all people, was both maddening and intriguing.

He lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The thought of seeing you again, of hearing your voice, was enough to make the wait almost unbearable. Yet, he knew you'd come around eventually. He just needed to be patient.

As the night wore on, he kept his phone close, ready for when you decided to reply. Until then, he let his mind drift back to the last time you were together, the memory of your touch enough to keep his desire burning.

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