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Maggie tries her hardest to sneak into the apartment, having been out till two in the morning. A shawl tied over her head, and a leather bag in hand as she tries to silently close the door.

[Grandma been up to stuff.]

John refused to rest until his mother returned. Without his powers, he couldn’t track her. And he didn’t want to worry any of the others by getting them involved. He sat and waited for her to return, not budging. He grew more and more concerned as the night went on, until he heard the door open and close. Flicking on the light, he raised a brow as he stared at her. “Well. You have some explaining to do, young lady.”

#little blog of horrors #maggie #momlander

@momlander sent: “Do you want to talk about it?” ► from this meme.

He'd been so focused on making sure Ryan had been tucked in properly that he forgot about Becca standing outside the boy's bedroom door. The lack of a glare gives Homelander pause, but he knows better than to trust it.

So, the door barely making a sound but for the click of the lock as he shuts it, he says, "I don't know what you're talking about."

But if she'd heard what he told Ryan in there, about being scared of crowds and running away and crying, then his grave's already been dug.

#momlander #thread.

John lightly knocked on the living room door where his mother was sitting, enjoying the peace and quiet.

“Um…mom?” He cleared his throat, producing a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from behind his back, holding them out to her. “Happy Mother’s Day. Never thought…I’d ever get to celebrate one.” He offered a warm smile.

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Maggie beams with pride and admiration as she takes the flowers. Looking up at her dear son, and chuckling softly. "I've wanted to hear that for so many years sweet heart. I'm so glad to have you in my life at last dear." She says giving him the biggest hug her tiny frame can manage.

#ask momlander #momlander #maggie hollard #the mother

Maggie came out of Liberty's room, and into the living room. Apparently Liberty had called her and was upset so she rushed over. She puts her arms around John's neck, and gives him a gentle kiss on his temple.

"Libby is in bed. Poor dear is just a bit worn out." She said before combing Homelander's hair out of his face. "How do you feel son?"

Homelander was sat on the couch as his mother tended to Liberty. He could tell the poor girl was tired, yet seemed to relax around her grandmother. Good. That brought a sense of calm to the Supe as he waited for his mother to return.

The moment she did, Homelander stood up and headed over, giving her a gentle hug as she explained how Liberty was. He gave a nod and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry or fret about me. I’m right as rain, just like always.” He said with a soft chuckle. “Thank you for coming over. There’s just some things even a father can’t fix.” He admitted with a small frown.

#little blog of horrors #momlander

Maggie sets down some lemon juice, and bleach. "For the blood stains dear. If you get stains if your suit, let me know so I can spot treat it before it goes into the wash."

“Thanks, Mom. Love you.”