getting so sick at one of vought’s infamous parties was definitely not something you were expecting.

but, then again, you were also getting shit-faced drunk to drown out shit. lots of shit.

like homelander walking around as the leader of the seven, as if he’s not a total fucking psychopath. or maybe these feelings for a certain coworker — supe — that you’d rather just forget.

definitely for maeve. but, you really just don’t to admit those feelings at all.

throwing up in one of the toilets, while knelt on your knees in order to reach it, with a groan soon following after, you’re not expecting maeve to show up.

hmm. almost like she followed after you. to check on you.

maybe? who the fuck knows. she’s never clear about her feelings or thoughts.

as she stops behind you, she lets out a sigh, before reaching up to push some hair aside.

she places a hand up against the doorway and leans against it, other hand — that pushed a strand of her out of her face — down to her side, with a small smirk.

then, she makes her presence known as she speaks, words coming out in a teasing tone of voice, “you want me to hold your hair back, sunshine?”

god. of-fucking-course she’s going to say that.

and of course the pet name too — just another nickname she has for you, besides sunshine, which is the one she uses to describe you because of your sunshiney personality.