HELLO, YES, I SAID I WOULDN'T DRAW TOBY ANYMORE! BUT YOU KNOW? IT'S OVER. I was finally able to break free from a toxic friendship and it made me realize a lot of things. So, fuck it. I'll draw what I like, and I want to draw Tobes.
People who play the creepydates game should know about the creators' actions and choose for themselves if they still want to support them and play their game/games.
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The creepydates creator has drawn the creepypasta character Ticci Toby underage shipped with Masky from the yt series marble hornets. not only that, but they've posted NSFW art of Toby with his Dad and Masky involved, and they generally support !ncest. Proof here:
(Had 2 Censored the drawing above even more cuz it got flagged)
They've also replied to hate comments about the whole thing on their Tumblr
They have also reblogged other problematic things such as this
I've made this post to make people aware of who they're supporting and what they're supporting if they stand behind creators like hahadit. I personally do not support !ncest nor p3d0philia even in role-play or art. I also think that this is very harmful for the creepypasta community in many ways. They have also made the Jeff the Killer dress-up up game some of you may have played or heard of.
Spread awareness about this topic if you can, so that more people who don't stand by the creators' opinions don't accidentally support them.
EXACTLY. JUST BECAUSE I CREATED AN INCREDIBLE VISUAL NOVEL DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD BE BLIND.s A friend was affected by his nonsense, she and Fulker started a gonra hate campaign And Hahadit preferred to delete her X's posts, when he made fun of her, because she knew it was WRONG.
What would Toby do with a person with Lyra's exact appearance? Let's say they also have a similar personality. (Of course there would be no comparison)
I don't know how Toby would take it or what he would do and I'm really curious, seriously, I'm crazy.
WHY DO YOU GIVE ME ALL THESE SAD ASS ASKS OH MY GOD MY SHAYYYLAAA
Alright, I seriously fucking love this ask though, like so, so, so much. Thank you Anon for breaking my heart. I, too, am crazy about Toby and Lyra's relationship.
Content/Warnings; car accidents, mentions of abuse, alcohol, death, detailed descriptions of corpses, blood, brain matter, globe luxation (eyes popping out of sockets), vomit, bruises, stuttering, murder.
I guess to start this shit off, we better go back in time a little to talk about their relationship as siblings during the time Lyra was alive.
Their parents were deadbeat. I'll say it over and over again. Now don't get me wrong, Connie hated seeing her children living in poverty and being abused by their father, but you gotta remember Connie was a victim too. Abusive relationships SUCK and it's even worse when there are children involved because it makes it so much harder leaving. Did Connie allow the abuse to happen? On some times, yes, she did - because a part of her really believed that she loved this man, she wanted things to work and kids were.. well, they deserve a little slap here and again, right? I see a bitterness between Lyra and Connie because Lyra gets so angry at the fact that Connie sits and allows this to happen. Now when big fights did break out, like punching, screaming, things smashing and the cops being called, Connie did step in and try to calm her husband. Unfortunately, her husband was a heavy drinker and his father abused him, so drinking is his coping method to deal with his own abuse and trauma.
Due to having such an absent and useless mother, Lyra stood up and took the role to care for Toby at the young age. In fact, when Connie announced she were pregnant with Toby, Lyra cried so much because she knew how shit their family life was and it was unfair to bring a baby up in a situation they get no say in.
Lyra would dress Toby for school, make breakfast and ensured they both got the school bus on time. (During the time he still attended public schooling.)
She would 100% defend him in situations at school the best she could. Lyra wasn't particularly popular either, so really she took most the verbal abuse directed toward her brother.
After Toby got pulled for home schooling, she'd always feel so disgustingly anxious being on that school bus alone - without him.
She'd call the home phone almost every hour making sure he was okay.
Thankfully their father worked at a factory during the day, so she knew Toby was okay with their Mom who was a stay at home.
Despite everything, she was a bubbly and happy character, mostly because as she got older she got more freedom to stay away from home.
Lyra was a bit of a party animal, very social and had a nice group of friends.
She would not come back home for times on end, preferring to sleep on the couch at a friends just to avoid home.
But then she felt too guilty leaving Toby alone and would come back.
On the weekends, Lyra would take Toby with her to hang out with her friends! Her friends loved Toby, despite his tics.
They'd hang out at the mall a lot, which actually secured Lyra her first little job working in a clothing store her friend also worked at.
Which meant she earnt money to spoil Toby.
Like taking him to the arcades, bowling.
They went to the cinema once, which was a bad mistake because they came home too late and their father was still awake.
"Lyra.. are yo-oo..u awake?" Called a soft voice, a voice that lingered by the frame of her door. The light from the hallway illuminated the figure, casting shadows over her body that was outstretched on her bed. It was a familiar voice, a voice that made her turn almost instantly to glance over at the little brunette who was lingering by the door, his fingers hooked around the wood. Her door was only open a fraction but softly it pushed open a little, allowing more light to enter her dark room. She sat up, her fingers caressing the bare mattress below her as she forced a welcoming smile. It wasn't that she was unhappy or annoyed by Toby's presence, of course not - it was just the ache in her head that almost pulsated around her skull as she sat up.
"Hey you, no, I'm actually asleep," she teased softly, stifling her chuckle as she pulled her knees up close to her chest. It was always so cold in this house.
"Oh, should I go?" Toby replied much softer than before, already pulling away from the doorframe and descending back into the hallway.
Lyra rolled her eyes and scrunched up her brows. "Go?" she repeated, tilting her head to the side a little. The pain vibrated around her head, squeezing her skull and holding her brain captive. The pain was only temporary. "What's wrong?" she asked after a beat, wanting to capture his attention before he disappeared quietly down the creaky hall. Silence loomed over the two of them as Toby glanced back at Lyra, his brows twisted in concern as his fingers fiddled with the hem of his shirt anxiously.
"Did he-he-h... he hh-hurt you bad?" Toby finally spoke, those words so harsh despite the innocence in his voice. His words weighed heavy, so heavy even that her shoulders dropped a little at the question. Toby shouldn't have seen that, admittedly it was her fault for bringing them home so late.
So, with a little scoff, she shook her head softly although instinctively, her hand raised against the little bump on her head. It had stopped bleeding, thankfully, but the cut and bruise still felt fresh and raw. "No," she sounded convincing. "See? I'm fine." Lyra lied through her teeth, no, she wasn't fine.
Toby wasn't convinced and before he spoke, a grunt coming from their parents room frightened him closer toward Lyra's bed. She outstretched her arms out toward him a little, accepting him and acting as a barrier for any of his worries and fears. "He's asleep," Lyra reassured him and herself, her voice nothing but a whisper and Toby quietly climbed onto her bed. When did Toby get so big? A lump in her throat formed just looking at him.
His brown eyes darted toward her outstretched arms and he hesitated before slowly leaning his body against her own. It wasn't a proper hug, oh dear, no, Toby was too big for those now apparently but Lyra was satisfied to have him close to her regardless. Only if it were nothing but a shoulder.
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Now, obviously we are aware that Lyra died in a car crash and I just HC that she reason she swerved and crashed into that tree was because she saw Slender on the road and it startled her so much. Toby always thought that it were a deer or something she tried to avoid - he knew how much she loved her animals.
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"So, anyway, I told Abby that Jason was obviously just going after her because its Jason, he goes after everyone in school! But Abby didn't believe me and now she's all upset and mad at everyone but not Jason for breaking her heart?" Lyra groaned, hands gripped securely around the steering wheel as she vented away to her younger brother who sat behind her in the passenger seat. He was always a good listener and Lyra secretly knew he loved hearing all this gossip. For a brief moment, she glanced at the rear view mirror to Toby. He was exceptionally quiet today, arms crossed over his chest as he gazed aimlessly out the window. Her lips pursed at the sight, curiosity at what could possibly be plaguing her brother's mind? "Hey, you listening?" she asked, shooting occasional glances between the road and the brunette in the back.
Toby's brows furrowed for a moment, almost in irritation before his gaze softened upon connecting with Lyra. It wasn't often her looked at her in such a way and she raised a brow slightly, watching as closely as she could while also focusing on the road ahead.
The road ahead was quiet, no traffic, just them and the forest that surrounded them. The faint mumble of the radio, Lyra's music of course - Paramore more notably playing.
"Yeah," Toby choked out slowly, clearing his throat and shuffling in his seat as he tried to rearrange his thoughts and remember what Lyra was even blabbering about prior. She knew he were lying though and narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, although she were just teasing.
"Liar," she pointed an index finger up at him before chuckling a short chuckle. Toby's lip curled a little at the corner but other than that, he remained quiet. Lyra knew Toby wasn't himself, not anymore, sure he was getting older and moodier - but his mental health played a lot into that too.
"I'm ssorry, j-just thinking about th-"
"What the fuck?!"
The smell of gas burned within his nostrils as he awoke to nothing but a fuzzy haze. Whatever the fuck happened, he wasn't sure, but now the car was flipped upside down. He blinked once, twice, trying to make sense of things as he glanced up. His blood coated the interior roof of the car, shit he must've cut his head up pretty bad - thankfully he couldn't feel shit though. The radio was still playing, filling the silence as the indicators ticked and the car groaned with each move Toby made.
"You are the only exception, you are the only exception~" the radio continued to play Paramore and sat atop the roof was Lyra's IPod that was still connected.
"Lyra-" Toby grumbled groggily as he went to reach out to the tuffs of blonde that poked out from beside the airbag. His seatbelt, still secured, restricted him and he fought against it for a moment as his main focus was on his sister. "Lyra, speak to me-" he grumbled through gritted teeth as his hands helplessly began to find the buckle of his belt, clicking it out and dropping him down onto the roof of the car with a loud thud. He could feel the air thickening around him as he tried to navigate around the carnage, upside down to help his sister. His heart was beating a million beats per second as he army crawled as close as he could to Lyra, the whole bonnet of the car practically enveloping a tree in a cold, metallic hug.
"Lyra," he repeated through gritted teeth, holding his breath at the thought of being alone out here in a wrecked car, his anxiety clawing at his very skin as he slowly craned his head around to the drivers seat. "Please talk to me, please-" he begged softly, hand reaching out slowly to brush a tuff of her blonde hair away from her face.
Lyra remained motionless, unresponsive and Toby hoped and begged and prayed to any God that perhaps she was just unconscious. "Wake up, Lyra, come on- you have to wake up now-" he began, his shaky hand making its way to her shoulder to shake her softly. The sister was limp and only moved softly from his violent shaking.
Her head was pressed against the airbag, her blood crimson red compared to the white of the bag. He could hear the insane amount of blood gushing from her and onto the pedals below her which made him almost heave. With one final push on her shoulder, her head fell toward his direction and her blonde hair fell down from her face, exposing the horror before him.
Her face, her beautiful face, untouched one side and her skull caved in on the other. The brain matter that ran down her face, her eye that was almost bulging out from her socket. The inside of her skull was empty, the rest of her brain had slipped out and fallen down her shoulder and torso. Her mouth hung agape, her other intact eye half lidded but her iris still enlarged in the shock she endured before the crash. Her torso was also caved in but her ribs poked out through her skin, exposing her vital organs through her blood soaked, cotton tank top.
Toby could only scream as he scrambled back into the passenger seat, desperately trying to get away from his sister. His hands grabbed helplessly at anything that could push him further away from Lyra, his fingers grazing the glass beneath him and slicing his skin open. His screaming was interrupted by the sudden urge to vomit as he clamped a hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to stop the flow of acid, although it were already spewing past his blood fingertips. Choking and spluttering on the warmth of his vomit, he hacked up and spat out the rest of the taste that remained in his mouth before clutching a handful of his clothing within the fist of his hand.
"No, no, no, please, Lyra, no-" he sobbed helplessly against hitched breaths, trying to make sense of this nightmare. That perhaps this wasn't real, it couldn't be because how could he live without her? So, slowly, plucking up any courage he could find, he crept back toward Lyra and gently caressed her cheek. She was still warm. "Stop messing, Lyra, you can- you can- can- can get up now! Wake up! Wake the fuck up!" he was yelling at the corpse, shaking her violently before collapsing onto her lap. He didn't care about the blood nor brain, he wanted her to hug him again.
Toby cried into her lap, taking her arm and forcing it around him as he cuddled her corpse. Laying there for hours until a passer-by came across them.
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Alright, you guys have the feels?! Now, back to the ask. After this traumatic event, how would Toby feeling seeing someone that looked like Lyra? And, oof, punch in the gut, this person also having the exact same personality? Yikes.
At first, he wouldn't believe it. He would either think its an hallucination or that he's dreaming because he knows that she is dead, shit, he saw it himself. Honestly, at first I think he'd be a little angry because it's like all that grief and trauma came and just slapped him right there and then.
He'd accuse this person and lash out, saying things like. "You think this is funny?!" "What are you doing?!" Just really bitter and mean, mostly a mechanism to try and cope really. He'll think this is a whole ploy to try and trick him or something.
There'd also be a part of him that really craves being embraced by this person too, like he wants to caress their cheek and touch their hair. Like he genuinely cannot believe that this is real.
Then once that anger has simmered down, he'd bite back the tears. Stepping away and going nonverbal, disappearing for a couple months to try and 'forget.' He'd cry like a little bitch too, calling himself stupid for leaving in the first place.
Then he'd come back, either really dissociated or really attached to this person. He'd crave their attention, despite it being so bittersweet and he'll be angry if this person says something that Lyra wouldn't say, you know?
NOW
If we are talking about a VICTIM HE WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL LOOKING LIKE LYRA- shit, that's a different story.
At first he'd hesitated, the hatchet motionless above his head, mid-swing as she stares down at the girl before him. Crying, sobbing and he would literally stop working. He wouldn't know what to do, he would freeze and just stand there staring at her in disbelief. Then he'd drop the hatchet with a loud clutter and fall to his knees before the girl, his shoulders and body shaking as muffled sobs begin to emerge from him.
This girl, who nearly just fucking died, could do two things. Knock him the fuck out or comfort him thinking that maybe it would spare her life. I think depending on what she does, if she were to comfort him, Toby would probably either push her away or embrace her touch and cry into her lap. If she were to attempt to knock him out, I think it would stir him a little back to life and he'd quickly just jump into action in an attempt to control himself and the situation.
Now obviously, he will NOT murder her. No, he couldn't - so he grabs his things and leave. Which is so, so, so bad and could get him into so much shit with Slender but I think in that moment, he doesn't care.
I can't help but think of Toby kissing his sister's split head nonstop, while holding her close and praying to God not to take his sister away from him...
creeping out of writers block, this will be bad - click on image for song inspiration.
"Toby?"
There was a gentle knock, enough to fill the silence and the person behind the door hesitated before creeping inside the dimly lit room. The air was thick with tension, the smell of alcohol and it had become frightfully hot behind those closed doors. Lyra crept in, cautious and narrowing her eyes just enough to let them adjust to the darkness within the room around her. She could notice his figure, Toby, sat at his desk with his back turned to her. He was hunched over, the absent sound of pencil against paper as he scribbled away - his anger baring deep marks into the sheet below. Lyra could feel his anger radiating off him in heaps, each wave pushing her further away from the boy she once knew and her heart ached - ached for what could've been, what they deserved. There was so much she wanted to say, wanted to do, but how could she?
"Hey," her voice was soft, frail as she stepped in and closed the door behind her slowly with a gentle click. Lyra couldn't help but practically tiptoe across the carpeted room, eyes gentle and forgiving upon his frame that was trembling. Her own anger, pain and anguish was pushed aside; her only care being her younger brother. Approaching him within arms reach, gently her fingertips grazed the top of his shoulder and his trembling suddenly paused, the pencil in his hand stilling as his body froze at the touch. "It's just me," she reassured softly, craning her head around his frame to catch a glimpse of his face, but Toby only looked away.
What had happened tonight was the same as any night. A night of hurt, a night of longing for something that wasn't cursed words and careless slaps across the cheeks. The same drunk babbling about the government, about how Mom's cooking was awful, about how broke they were and how they were on the verge of losing the house. Fingers being pointed at one another, screams that filled the night and left a burning headache brewing in her mind. A night of trying to protect Mom, a night of trying to pull the weight of Dad off Toby. It was the same as any other night, a routine that was engrained in her mind, a part of her dreading the time ticking on to nine, when her Dad arrived home and seemed to split the family in two. They would be so much better off without him and Lyra knew it was an awful thing to think about.
Gently, her fingers gave a reassuring squeeze and it was there she leant forward to brush some brown locks away from Toby's face, letting her catch a glimpse of his pale skin. The deep bruise on his eye was unforgiving, a terrible yet beautiful mix of red and purple - it was deep and his eye began to swell. It hurt to look at and yet, she was thankful that he couldn't feel it. With a twist in her brow, she sighed.
"Are you okay?" and she knew as soon as she spoke those words - it was useless to ask such a question. Toby's silence made her grow a sense of worry, a motherly nature within her igniting a spark in the pits of her chest and it was there she chewed carelessly on the bottom of her red lip. She ached to hear his voice, for him to say something, hell, even if he shouted at her; she would understand it entirely. His absent minded scribbling began to continue and it was there Lyra finally glanced down at the piece of paper. Toby was always such an expressive artist, especially when he couldn't find the right words when he was so consumed in his own anger. Only, the paper was nothing but a mess of scribbles, words she couldn't make out in the mess of granite. "You gonna talk? Or should I just keep talking to myself?" It was an attempt at a gentle joke, teasing him and a smile etched at the corner of her lips, a smile that made the ache in her cheek bite back at her.
Before she could press further, Toby pulled his shoulder away from her grip and her heart broke. Had she done something? The blond wanted to speak but frankly, couldn't find the right words and she shifted from one leg to the other as she sucked in a steady sigh. Maybe he just needed time, maybe should just come back later? Only, as selfish as it sounded, all she wanted was his company right now and so Lyra settled on the bed beside his desk. It squeaked beneath her, the frame barely holding as the springs in the mattress promptly stabbed her soft skin. How could he sleep on this? It used to not feel this way before..
"I guess I'll talk to myself then.." she finally uttered, glancing around his room and leaning back on the palms of her hands. "You know what I'm really, reaaally craving right now?" she asked out into the void, no reply. Lyra pursed her lips and shrugged softly, accepting his stubbornness. "One of those really sugary slushies from the gas station, you know the one that makes your tongue really red," she grinned softly, hoping that this would at the very least encourage Toby to speak up but nothingness, once again. That unbearable silence loomed over the two of them again and she found herself shuffling uncomfortably, not because of the mattress beneath her, but because of the silence that had a deathly grip around her neck. Her gaze adverted from Toby to the door, it had grown quiet out there too. Perhaps finally their father had drunk himself to an early grave.
There, Lyra found herself taking the opportunity to admire her younger brother, the way he held himself, the way he looked. Something was different tonight though and Lyra could've sworn in a blink of an eye, he had grown bigger too. A part of her always found herself wondering what kind of man Toby would turn into, what he would study, the kind of woman, or man, he'd find himself falling in love with. Her heart ached with so much love. Gosh, she could still remember the night Toby was born.
"You know, I remember the night you were born," she smiled softly to herself, the memory becoming so distant, so faded.. Why? "I was still pretty young but I... I think I remember it well.." her brows furrowed and suddenly, a splitting pain erupted in her head, a pain that made her quickly grab her temple in an attempt to soothe it. She could see from the corner of her eye, Toby's sudden concern, though he still heistated to turn to her fully. His head tilted slightly in her direction, those brown eyes piercing from beneath the locks of his hair. It was the first time in a long time she felt he had actually noticed her. With a raised brow, she narrowed her gaze toward Toby. "Now look at you, with a stubble," she forced a smile, swallowing back the pain. "Hey, when did you grow a stubble..?"
Toby finally pulled away from the desk, the paper below him morphed into something, something so familliar that it struck Lyra in a wave of confusion. Their hatchet, coated in blood and it was there she could see his fingertips were red and stained.
"Toby?" she spoke, her voice in a slight tremble as he stood from the desk and finally turned to face her. The little boy before her now a grown man, looming over her frame and half of his face disfigured in a way that made her gasp. Her stomach churned, it churned as much as it could because now Lyra felt a part of herself was fading, like she wasn't supposed to even be here.
"You are not real," Toby's voice, once soft and gentle, now hard and Lyra felt her heart drop into the pits of her stomach. What did he mean by this? She was here, right here! On his bed, in his room - only now, she wasn't. In fact, she wasn't sure where she were anymore. This wasn't his bedroom, their home? Had she hit her head perhaps?
The girl blinked, trying to make sense of the situation and she felt the bottom of her lip wobble. Not real? She was not.. real? Lifting her hands up, she glanced at her palms, they were also red, some of her skin had been de-gloved and two of her fingers were twisted in a way that was not possible - broken. Lyra wanted to scream but she couldn't because now, she suddenly found herself gargling, like she were underwater and her lungs were filling. Despite it all, her mouth felt unbelievably dry and a metallic taste hugged her taste buds, blood seeping out from the corners of her mouth as she opened her mouth to let out empty screams, her hands and fingers wrapping around her neck in a desperate attempt to breathe, to get oxygen - air, anything!
"Stop that," Toby warned, unable to look at the scene before him as he grimaced away. He knew this wasn't Lyra, that she wasn't here and yet the pleading look in her dead eyes made him want to embrace her in nothing but a warm hug - in an attempt to save her from something that was already too late. "Stop that!" He was yelling now, fists curled as Lyra gasped for air and suddenly her once plump cheeks began to rot before him. The skin sinking in, hugging her bones and Lyra sunk down onto her knees, practically fitting before him. His heart was pounding against his ribcage, mind telling him to run, heart telling him to help. Only, what was he to do? She wasn't real, Lyra is dead. "You're fucking dead! You're not real! Get out, get the fuck out!" Toby was yelling incoherently, his fingers twitching to reach for the hatchet but instead grabbing fistfuls of his hair in a desperate attempt to drown out her endless gargling. The blood was everywhere, her blood was on the floor, on his shoes and it was flowing out of her mouth like a fountain that wouldn't stop.
The brunette suddenly lurched forward, wanting to grab his sister's shoulders and shake her back to what she was. Only, his hands phased through her very being and he collapsed onto his own knees, huffing and gasping for breath as he frantically began to blink the sleep away from his eyes.
The darkness of the room swallowed him whole and Toby laid motionless on the floor, feeling the hot warmth of his tears trickle down his cheeks. A nightmare, a fucking nightmare. His mouth was dry as he slowly sat up, glancing over to his bed on his right. He must've fallen out in the panic. His heart was pounding like a fucking drum and he took the moment to compose himself, cautiously looking around the room as if his sister were still lurking in the shadows. Though, he knew she were gone, six feet under, a rotting corpse that called his name from beyond the grave. A part of him wished he could forget, he was already forgetting what she sounded like and yet, he didn't want to let her go. With a shake in his hand, he brushed some hair out from his eyes and suddenly embraced himself, sobbing hopelessly into his arms. Why couldn't it have been him?
hi baby, you can make an hcs of the characters from The Boys with a Harley Quinn! readers?? With all characters including Soldier Boy
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ THE BOYS X HARLEY QUINN!READER
ᯓ★ looots of goofy shit, dark humour, gore, sensitive topics (abuse, toxic relationships, etc), toxicity, reader is fem!!
ᯓ★ Characters included (I couldn't do everyone so I just did these guys, I know yer kind missy 👴): Homelander, Black Noir (Old and New), Butcher, Soldier Boy
HOMELANDER
He's honestly so fed up with you.
Sure he loves watching you mess with people but he does not like it when YOU DO IT TO HIM!!!
"Quinn!" He'd shout for your name and you'd open the door to see him standing outside your room. You laugh when you see him covered in ketchup. One of your many pranks.
"What?? You needed the upgrade for the suit cupcake" You smiled all innocently.
That being said you LOVE pulling pranks on him.
Whether if it's putting hair dye in his shampoo or stealing his suit so he wakes up searching for it.
It's just your favourite thing to do.
There have been times he's tried to kill you due to his rage but it takes every cell in his body to stop himself because he knows that he's not able to do that.
Because why? Because he thinks you don't even deserve to be killed by him directly.
You disgust him that much.
He just wishes that you weren't such a pain in his ass.
If the pranks weren't bad enough that it had him double checking every item he uses, AKA worsening his trust issues. You've also came up with nicknames to mock his superhero status.
"If it ain't the flying dick!" You'd address his entrance to everybody the moment he walked in the meeting room.
Just imagine him suddenly stop and standing at the door like 🧍♂️
If you wanna know more nicknames, we've got captain narcissist, america's buttplug and sperm cell.
Trust you are never sent on safely planned missions, only the ones he knows are highly dangerous in hopes of you dying...
There was this one time he sent you on a suicide mission and he was all proud of himself, but just as he thought he finally got rid of you, the elevator door slides open to reveal you, some fabrics of your clothes were ripped and there were bruises all over your body but it didn't seem to bother you.
"What's up toots?" You'd smile even though your nose was bleeding. That's when he looked down to see the head of the guy he asked for you to assassinate.
Who also happened to be one of the most protected men in the nations by the way.
Like how the fuck did you do it?
You're not even an ACTUAL supe!!
Regardless, he has his respects for you but really why WONT YOU LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE.
PLEASE STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM SO CASUALLY ITS WEIRD??!???!?
ALSO DONT PINCH HIS BUTT!!!
You once did that during a meeting and the sight of him yelping as his body jumps was unforgettable!!
You're JUST like a bee addicted to its pollen. P.S, he's the pollen.
BLACK NOIR (OLD)
He.. doesn't... understand you??
Why do you enjoy showering him with love??
You say it's in your nature but why do you always ask to be carried around the tower??
And why does he obliges each time??
Apparently how your mindset works is that you find extremely deadly things to be adorable.
In this case, he's the extremely deadly thing.
With his silent nature, you just NEEDED to get a reaction out of him.
You tried tickling him or making him sneeze but he always just stares at you in confusion.
You can't see his face but you can tell he's giving you the "What are you doing?" Face.
That's when your bright ass thought of a plan.
A dumb and reckless idea... but hey! You have suicidal tendencies so this is fine!
You'd put yourself in danger on purpose just for him to always come rescuing you. He has lost many body parts when doing so but you could care less, you would give him those heart eyes as he carried you back to Vought in bridal style...
Just for the managers to lock you up in a small prison cell to prevent you from pulling more of these stunts.
Though they were never enough to hold you back.
Naturally there would be rumours in the industry if you two were dating and you never hesitate to push those rumours even more.
Imagine for a premiere for your movie, you'd walk on the red carpet in a dress with Noir beside you, still in his signature suit.
"You're looking real good tonight, handsome. I'm liking what I see" You'd say with your arm wrapped around his. He looks at you as you winked at him seductively.
Someone save this poor boy from your endless flirting.
Jokes aside, there has been times he's seen you in your lowest, like that time you trashed your room with your makeup melted from your tears.
Apparently you got rejected from a movie role you wanted to get so badly. Which was Mario but stupid Chris fucking Pratt got it instead.
Seeing the state you were in, he'd grab you by the shoulders firmly and make you sit down, then putting a blanket around you. He'd leave the room for a couple of minutes... to come back with a bucket of ice cream for you to happily snack on as you rest your head on his shoulder.
BLACK NOIR (NEW)
"EW!! Get this mo'fuckin' bastard away from me!" Literally your words when you heard about the replacement.
Is a bit hurt by your disgust towards him??
But that just means he knows what he's doing right or wrong with this new role.
No because seriously everything he does, he would stop to watch for your reaction, most of the time you are never impressed.
Like how he killed those homelander fans to frame the starlighters. He'd hold the bat, his mask all bloody as he turned to see you, arms crossed, no reaction to his performance.
UNTIL at the end of season 4 where he began killing people within the company, that was what got you to start growing interest in his character.
Even though you're fine with him, for now, you really don't like it when he pushes things.
As in trying too hard to replace the old Black Noir. You just don't fw it 😡
"Hey! Hey! Harley wait up!" He'd call out for you while you ignored him and decided to speed walk away. Anyways, he manages to catch up with you.
"The team wants us to attend the premiere of your next movie together.. since.... y'know... we're rumoured to be dating??" He said and you had to stop walking to put your entire energy into giving him the most NASTIEST look. The second he sees you take a deep breath, he knew it was over.
"I ain't yer GODDAMN babysitter, and don't you think that for a second that wearin' the suit makes you my damn boyfriend, alright? I ain't here to hold yer hand and coddle you. I got better things to do than listen to yer constant whining and need for attention. So knock it off, ya copy-cat!" You'd point at him before walking off, hand on your hip.
You can bet that he asks Deep for advices on how to win your heart.
BRO IS TOO INVESTED IN HIS CHARACTER 😭
That's why he thinks making you fall for him is one of Noir's characteristics.
You love mysterious and threatening looking people? Okay gotcha.
You want hyenas for pets? Cha-Ching! Got it!
But seriously someone please tell him to stop before he gets his ass beat. He does not want that Brooklyn smoke.
BILLY BUTCHER
Ah great another crazy chick.
The only possibility to why you'd be apart of the boys is if someone vouched for you.
50/50 it's either Hughie or Frenchie.
Though surprisingly enough, you were the first to notice the symptoms of his virus. Like he could be fidgeting at the office and you'd point it out so casually that everybody turns to look at you in confusion.
Everybody thought you were crazy at first, it's to be expected, but the second his virus was confirmed to be lethal. Everybody has started to take you a bit more seriously.
Read carefully. A bit.
He finds your weapons fascinating though. Like how your gun has words engraved in it, your initials being the biggest. Not to mention the designs being the inspiration of poker cards.
"That must make you the clown" He once said when you whipped it out to shoot someone. You smile mischievously at his remark.
"Oh you'd better watch your tongue before I make you the punchline of my next joke!"
He likes you.
ONLY if you don't fuck anything up.
Sure you guys do argue a lot but theres also strange moments of understanding between you two.
There was this one time he found you alone in the office, your legs placed on the table and you were literally downing a bottle of alcohol. It was when he came closer that he noticed the bruises on your body.
"What the hell happened to you?" He said and you sniffed as you quickly wipe away the tears in your eyes.
"Oh, I'm just peachy, tough guy... Can't you see I'm having a little cry-fest over here after a lover's spat with my oh-so-darling ex-boyfriend. Yeah, he just looooves to use me as his personal punchin' bag, y'know? But don't worry 'bout me. I'll be back to my ol' crazy self in no time. Just need a minute to let the tears dry and the bruises heal"
For the rest of the night he'd stay to talk about how shitty both your lives are. You guys actually BOND over your past traumas.
The booze just making the conversation ever more fun.
Will go out of his way to take you to places for shopping or eating at a restaurant to make you feel better.
After understanding you better, he realised you're just a once normal person who became a psychotic sociopath after whatever the supes did to wrong you.
He may not show it to you but he really cares about you and would not hesitate to protect you despite how much he says he wish you'd just fuck off.
SOLDIER BOY
You have to be some kind of masochist right??
He says the most disrespectful shit to you and you just squeal in excitement from it.
It's starting to weird him out.
Everything he does or say, you love to mock him, like he could be giving orders and you'd be at the back using your hands to mimic his talking like a puppet as you mouthed along and made faces.
But he has to say, he finds your insanity amusing. Because deep down, he sees a tiny bit of himself in you.
He calls you Looney Tunes. Why exactly? Nobody knows its for his own entertainment.
He's into older women but that doesn't stop you from flirting with him. He finds your efforts interesting.
"You're a tough nut to crack, Soldier Boy, but I'll get you to crack a smile eventually" You'd say and it'll be enough to have him grinning at you.
"You gonna tickle me?" He'd say, returning the same energy.
But that doesn't mean he's interested in you, he's just toying with you.
AND YOU KNOW IT. But apparently red flags just look like a go flag to you 🤷♀️
Despite that, if any other guy did the things he did to you, he would be fast to knock out the fucker. That's because he knows you value loyalty and he does too.
Everything aside, he really appreciates it when at the end where everybody turned against him you stayed by his side. Just imagine him driving the car while you're in the passenger seat singing your heart out to Cherry Bomb by The Runaways.
He'd simply shake his head with a smile on his face.
But the more relationship develops, he'd actually start to show you his softer side. Not soft side. Soft-er side.
Will literally lecture you into standing up more for yourself and stop being a doormat for every man in your life.
How ironic huh?
"You might act all tough and macho, but I see that big, marshmallow heart under there, sweetheart" You'd boop him on the nose that has him rolling his eyes with a smirk.
"You already said that. Are you a broken record or just dim?" He said.
If you stay obedient and don't push the wrong buttons, he might just keep you around.
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