Heyo! Could I request platonic headcanons for how Toby, Liu, Tim, and Brian would react (individually) to a teen (like 13-15 year old) reader with Tourette's? If you don't wanna or don't feel comfortable, that fine tho. Sorry if this is too many characters btw, I didn't see a character limit. Also, can I be 🖌️ anon, please? Have an amazing day/night/etc :)
I did my best to research Tourette's Syndrome so I hope it's to you're liking! -Mod Dayquil
Of course, you can be 🖌️ Anon!
Platonic Toby, Lui, Tim, and Brian x GN!Reader
He didn't know you well, he was older around eighteen
Toby was sent on an undercover mission and was currently working behind a counter at some gas station convenience store.
He hated his job, but in order to keep an eye on his target, he had to work there.
Toby worked late nights and was quite surprised to see a teenager as young as you walk through the door.
You didn't greet him, face buried in a hoodie, but he swore he heard you let out a soft 'meow.'
In fact, the sound kept popping up as you walked through the store. It was then he noticed the neck tics.
A hard snap of your neck and a little yowl of pain following after.
Toby understood that pain.
Another ring of a bell and a young man walked in, looking impatient.
He barked at Toby to get him a pack of menthols, throwing money on the counter.
Toby grumbled, his own neck snapping in response to your tics. He handed the man a pack.
"Have a nice-no please- day," Toby muttered, interrupted by a vocal tic, and the man gave him such a dirty look, one that clearly labeled him a freak of nature.
The man marched out without saying thank you. Behind him, you were waiting in line.
Your arms were full of ramen and candy, looking eager to buy the food and leave.
"Just this-Mrrrrow- Please," You hummed and you felt your cheeks burn when he didn't comment on the tic you had.
"Sure-Mrrrow- no problem." He blinked harshly nose scrunching up, his own tics working off your own.
You titled your head, ear meeting your shoulder with a small snap, a shy smile forming on your features.
Toby thought you'd frown, yell at him for seemingly making fun of your own tics, but you didn't.
"Thank you!" You handed him the exact amount of change, your eyes narrowed reading his name tag, "Have a good-fuck off-night Toby!"
"Have a nice night..." Toby responded following your eyes, "stay-mrrow-please no- safe!"
For once in his life since falling victim to The Operator, he really hoped you make it home safe.
To say Liu would kill for you was an understatement.
You had both met when he was squatting in an abandoned building while he was looking for his brother.
Well to say Liu met you first would be incorrect, it was Sully who greeted you first.
The brash alter was ready to kill you at first, but noticing your age made something in him made him hesitate.
Sully knew the twinge of hesitation was from Liu, the urge to make you a younger sibling replaced any urge he had to kill you.
The alter never wanted to do anything to make Liu upset so he reluctantly switched out of the body.
You were terrified of the man who came in covered in stitches, especially when he began to dissociate right in front of your eyes.
He blinked slowly, and when Liu came to front the body, he was smitten with the child immediately.
"Hello...I'm sorry if I scared you." He spoke tenderly bending down to your height, "what are you doing here all alone?"
"I ran away." You whispered, tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth, "Fuck off! Sorry! I mean- fuck off! I like your stitches!"
Your body seemed to curl in on itself like you were trying to fight off the urge to curse like it was hard for you to get your words out.
"It's alright, take your time-"
"Tourette's! I have it! I'm s-sorry." You breathed out suddenly, blinking rapidly.
"You're fine." He smiled sadly, "I have dissociative identity disorder."
"I have multiple personalities, the man you met earlier. His name was Sully." Liu explained, holding out his hand, "Do you have a place to go?"
"No..." You shook your head,
From then on Homicidal Liu became your big brother.
You both saved each other that night.
The both of you never went out in the daytime, only night.
Sometimes Liu would take you out, other times Sully, who you considered another brother all on his own.
There were times you'd stop at a convenience store, and people would point and whisper at the both of you. Liu didn't care if it was about him, but when those harsh comments were directed at you, it was a whole other story.
If Sully was fronting he'd threaten them and then proceed to beat them to a pulp while you cheered happily.
If it was Liu, he'd smile tensely taking you by the shoulder and steering you out of the situation quickly.
He'd tell you to wait outside then proceed to beat them to a pulp, but you knew what was going on and it made you feel warm and cared for, for the first time in your life.
He didn't quite understand how or why Jay brought you along to find Alex but here you were.
His little cousin, you couldn't have been older than fifteen.
Tim brought it up to Jay once, why you were with them and he remembered his friend sighing.
Jay explained that you had nowhere else to go, you were kicked out of his Uncle's house and he was the next best option.
That's when Jay told him you had Tourettes, honestly, Tim hadn't even noticed, then again he didn't spend the most time with you.
However, he did do his research on the syndrome. If you were staying, he would be learning.
Tim didn't want to accidentally offend you in any way.
He was forced to watch you when Jay went out grocery shopping and you didn't want to go along.
Tim assured Jay he'd watch you, God knows why, but he did.
The both of you didn't talk for the first twenty minutes, he only noticed you blinking rapidly every once in a while.
You wrung your hands together letting out a low whistle, face twisting before relaxing.
After another round of rather harsh blinks, you sighed, "sorry...my tics get worse when I'm nervous."
"No worries kid." Tim waved you off, "I don't mind. I'm sorry I make ya nervous."
"Not your-" Another high whistle, "fault."
Tim licked his lips, he was about to offer you a cigarette, it's what helped calm his nerves but then he remembered you were barely fifteen.
"What usually helps calm them down?" He asked out of pure curiosity, hoping you weren't offended.
You weren't and you crossed your legs over one another on the bed, "um...sometimes it helps when I focus hard on something I like doing. On a good day."
"Well, what do you like to do?"
You fiddled with your fingers, letting out a low hum as your neck twitched to the side. "I like to play cards."
"Wanna play a hand? I'm a mean poker player."
"Come here I'll teach you."
When Jay came back to the motel to see both of you playing poker, he was surprised.
You were focused, peering over your cards, a pile of what seemed to be coins all on your side of the room. "Hi, Jay!"
"Uh? What's happening guys?"
"I'm playing poker! I'm winning!"
"Don't teach my cousin to gamble!"
"Hey, not my fault they're a natural."
The woods were isolating, that was a fact.
He felt that loneliness every day, but he had to stop Alex and that was a fact.
His world stopped momentarily seeing a young child laying face down in the mud, blood pooling around their head.
Brian thought for sure they were dead, his heart clenched uncomfortably in his chest. Who would just kill a child and leave them there?
He walked over, mask off, gently flipping you to the front. There was a giant gash in your head and both eyes seemed to be swollen shut.
Brian hesitated before nervously picking you up in his arms and taking you to his makeshift shack.
He rested you on his thin mattress and cleaned your wounds. He trickled water down your throat and slipped his mask back on for when you woke up.
It took about two hours and the teenager awoke with a gasp for air, their body locked up letting out a plethora of 'fucks' all in a row.
As they came out of their tic attack, that's when they noticed Brian's presence.
They let out a whimper and froze. He understood why his mask was frightening but he wasn't going to share his identity with a teenager.
"W-where am I?" you sputtered hands gathering up his thin sheets.
Brian didn't respond. He only titled his head to the side. You looked around the small shack awkwardly.
"I..." your brows furrowed together letting out a series of clicks in a row, as you did this your head kept snapping to the side. "Got beat up, for my Tourettes."
From underneath his mask, Brian frowned, "And they left you for dead?"
"Did you see what direction they ran off?"
"N-North, t-towards the highway."
Brian stood up holding his hand out to you. You took it anxiously, "Let's get you home I'll take care of the others."
Brian only hummed in response, walking you back towards the direction of civilization.
He left you on the doorstep, and you gave him a soft and hesitant thank you.
Taking a detour in his mission shouldn't fuck it up too bad, plus he loved beating the shit out of teenagers who deserve it.
