You are incapable of fixing Homelander, but not that you want to, anyway.
pairing: homelander x reader
cw: stalking, implied murderer (?idk if you call it that), blood, decapitation
┈─ note; i think im falling for the homelander propaganda..
࿐ When Homelander wants something, he won’t stop until he gets it. It’s like seeing a toddler throwing a tantrum in the middle of an aisle, and won’t stop until his mother buys him the toy he so desperately wants. So when Homelander laid eyes on you on your first day working for Vought, you knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
࿐ He’ll eye you from across the room, trying to figure out what it is about you that keeps drawing him in. Even during meetings or live broadcasts, the thought of you keeps gnawing in the back of his mind.
࿐ He grips his armrest too harshly at the sight of you speaking to a coworker— so much that he had to get it fixed at some point. He quickly gets rid of this potential competition.
࿐ He finds himself atop a building that night, watching as said coworker makes it to their car. He decides to pay them a visit, and maybe steal a limb or two. Maybe even laser some holes into them for good measure.
࿐ He keeps track of where you are at all times. Listening for your voice even when you’re twenty floors below him, searching for your file to find out what hours you work— an employee even caught him staring at your photo one time. He discarded of them.
࿐ He watches you walk out to your car when your shift ends. He feels like he needs to, like it’s his duty to make sure you’re safe. And he literally thinks it is. Who better to protect you than the world’s strongest hero?
࿐ When you arrive home one night, you find him standing in the middle of your living room. He’s holding the head of an employee who gave you a hard time that day. The blood is spilling onto your floor and staining your carpet.
࿐ “I did this for you,” he says, like you’d asked him to do it. Like he knows you’d been wishing for something to happen to that employee so you wouldn’t have to work with them anymore. And in a way, you were.
࿐ He’s surprised when you’re not scared. He expected you to cower in fear at his feet, begging him not to do the same to you. Not that he would’ve wanted that, but it’s always the reaction he received.
࿐ You thank him. You start going on about how annoying that employee was, while putting down your keys and bag on one of the tables— like he wasn’t holding a decapitated head in the middle of the room.
࿐ He knows you aren’t faking it; he can sense it in your heartbeat. It’s as steady as the tick of the clock on the wall. For once, he finds himself shocked. But he likes it. It only feeds into that egotistical mind of his.
࿐ He throws the head aside and pulls you towards him by the waist. There are splashes of blood on his face and clothes, but you lean in to press your lips against his anyway. You swear you can taste the blood.
࿐ He practically moans. Where were you all his life? He could’ve used someone who wasn’t terrified of him. Not like Stillwell, who couldn’t tell him anything for fear she’d be killed.
࿐ He’s unfixable, but you like him that way.
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