( GOSSIP (feat. Tom) by Måneskin )

Homelander was slowly losing himself. It was like the constant battle within him was eating away at his very core, weakening him from the inside out. It was an unfamiliar and terrifying situation. The Golden Boy of America, the embodiment of the 'American Dream’ was spiraling down the drain. He felt powerless to stop it. This was almost like a wake-up call to the messed-up world he played and lived in, taking a jab at Vought. The world is a damn circus; you only see the surface.

He tilts his heavy head back, letting the cool alcohol go down his throat. The once tight smile he wore was now replaced to a pucker, only alleviated by downing bottles of alcohol. He was practically drinking until he choked. They surrounded him now.

Homelander was tired of faking it. The constant pressure to be perfect, to be the hero everyone expected, was crushing him. The cracks were starting to show, and it was all going downhill from there.

He exhaled as he dropped the bottle, adding to the collection. He turned to the side, only to see his reflection staring back at him. He takes a moment to pause, taking in the situation. The more he tried to suppress his true feelings, the more they clawed their way to the surface, threatening to expose the fragile man behind the superhero mask.

Maybe he wasn’t stronger than the people he thought were weak and insignificant. Maybe, he’s just like them all. Not a god, not a icon, but a person who’s fallen off . . .

He ran his hands through his now disheveled blonde hair, tightening his fingers out of his own frustration and internal struggle. Homelander was losing the fight against himself, and the world he once dominated was slipping through his fingers.