Ticci Toby Headcanons Novels & Stories

“He probably sees me as his little sister or something. I am grateful for him always being by my side. I will always be grateful. I am sure it would stop once he has a girlfriend or something.” Rory nodded, finally understanding the situation. Toby likes Christy, but she thinks no guy could date her because she is an albino and only takes his actions as brotherly acts. “So…what about you?” Christy looked up from her phone. “What about me, that?” “Do you like Toby?” Christy paused and blinked twice at him. “What?”

I asked, unable to stop the ridiculous thought from slipping out. Toby froze mid-motion, staring at me like I had just asked him to choose between breathing and eating. Finally, he shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “You have the most absurd ideas sometimes,” he said, flicking my forehead gently. “I know it would never happen because you are both excellent swimmers, and even if it does, I will be sitting my ass down and waiting for the first person to come out. You are both Alphas; figure it out!”

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.

He looked up at her with wide eyes, eyes she was certain had been closed in sleep just moments ago. She shook her head and poured another cup. Tobey sat cross-legged on the rug beneath a blanket fort he had somehow constructed out of cushions and dining chairs. “Mommy,” he announced proudly as she approached, “this is headquarters.” Alicia smiled despite herself. “Headquarters for what exactly?” “For surviving.” The answer hit harder than it should have. She crouched beside him and handed him the smaller mug carefully. “Well then,” she murmured, “I suppose every headquarters needs cocoa.”

he nestled closer and a short laugh emitted from my throat. “The lady, she knew my parents, she said I had the eyes and looks of my mother but her hair I never inherited,” I sighed in disappointment, “I wished I did, I imagined I would look fierce and badass in a red hair,” I touched mine tentatively, “what do you think, me in red, a ginger.” Tobi rose to his feet, and peered around before he moved away, with a wolf grin on, he crouched and vibrated and then he was back, to his human form. He rose to his feet and immediately my mouth dropped.

He let go of Naya. Then Naya started to tell me the whole funny story where she kicked Toby's ass. I guess this is not as bad as i thought. More people come and go to talk to me and Toby. I’m still very impressed how Toby can talk to anyone about pretty much anything. He has a very charming and likeable personality. Can’t believe he hasn’t found his mate yet. Toby is talking to a guy about the pack business that i don't really understand. "Toby, i'm going to the toilet for a while." I informed him with a low voice.

“Young Master York, rest assured, I won’t let you down.” His position as the head of the family was being threatened. Toby, feeling deeply provoked, shouted angrily, “We are the Carter family! We have advanced medical skills and medicines! We have the power to conquer all…” “Aah…” Els’s howl interrupted Toby’s outburst. Everyone turned to see Els, whose body was sprouting black hair…

said Hilda to Toby, who was standing next to her. With a loathsome expression, Toby took the loudspeaker out from the car and turned it on. Clearing his throat, Toby took a deep breath and said, "Mr. McCoy, I can heal your wife's eyes! Mr. McCoy, I can heal your wife's eyes! Mr. McCoy, I can heal your wife's eyes!" Toby's amplified voice was spread across a 5 kilometer radius from where they stood, and it was as loud as the wet market in Taadi City at 6 AM.

“It’s just been… heavy at home.” “Well, heavy is what I’m here to fix,” Toby said, bumping his shoulder against mine. “The guys are heading out to the cove tonight. Bonfire, cheap beer, maybe some questionable guitar playing. You should come. Get some sand in your shoes and forget about the ‘Titan of Industry’ for five minutes.” The invitation felt like a life raft. A night under the stars with people my own age, talking about music and midterms instead of the weight of a secret that could destroy three lives.

“We’re trying to undo Morgana’s mind control on Toby.” “Let’s just leave him mind f-ked,” Aislen suggested. “I think it’s actually an improvement to his personality.” “She doesn’t mean that,” Bianca said to Toby. “You’ll get used to her. “ “No, he won’t,” Aislen sat down and crossed her legs. “And he’s staying dressed too,” she added when Toby reached for his t-shirt. He looked at Bianca, who rolled her eyes, before shrugging and sitting opposite to Aislen, their knees not quite touching.