☆Halloween Whore☆

Independent multiverse blog for THE BOYS. Most muse on this blog are OCs. This blog is centered around SEASON 3 of the Boys unless otherwise stated. This blog will contain triggering things and crude humor. MDNI. This blog is 18+ and the mun is 26+. My DMs are always open for chats and plotting. All NSFW will be tagged and hidden undercut.

MUSES: Mystic Moon(A.Richards), A-Train(R.Franklin), HighJack(C. Romano), Starbreaker(L.Richards)

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"CUT!" The scream of a director slightly echoed around set and it caused everyone to let out a sigh of relief. This was maybe....the 15th or 19th take of the day. The speedster had long since lost track. The man had been up since before the sun rose and honestly....it was a miracle he could still act flawlessly. He didn't sleep well the night before....too many things on his mind. Guilt mostly. Nathan couldn't walk anymore...it was his fault. Charlotte wasn't around to comfort him anymore...it was his fault.

His heart issues where only getting worse too. He couldn't really run anymore and guess what? Still his fucking fault. It just felt like no matter what Reggie did....he fucked it up. He sent himself back to square one or made shit worse. He couldn't even hide in a vice anymore! He was stuck with himself.

Reggie sighed as the director screamed from the other side of the set. Something about the bratty teenager they got to be in this commercial with him. The kid fucked up again or something. A-train didn't fully believe it was this teen's fault but he also didn't care that much. "Everyone take five!" The set director called out. A-train groaned and rolled his eyes, walking off set. "Why the fuck is it so hard to record five minutes?!" He grumbled.

One thing for certain, two things for sure....Alya Richards never really liked being in Vought Tower. It didn't matter that she lived there. It didn't matter that she spent most of her adult life there. It didn’t matter that she got special privileges that most supes could only dream of. Vought Tower was like....a luxurious cage. Every moment she was there, she was on the clock. Just waiting on standby for someone to shout a bunch of orders at her. What use is the fame and the privilege when she is reduced to a hit man on a good day and a pretty doll on a bad one? When she lacks basic autonomy and has to drop any and every for a company that doesn't care if she lives or dies?

It's so pathetic. She's pathetic. Being here reminds her of that.

But Maybe...maybe she could....catch a break today? Papa Stan hasn't called her in and Ashley hasn't come looking either. She is praying that they all forgot she existed. She could take advantage of that? Maybe go visit Noir? Alya loved Noir. Or she could go showing for clothes she would actually wear? Hell, she would be happy with a simple trip go the park with her pet dog. Anything to just....slow down.

The brown skinned woman sighed and stepped into the bathroom, scrunching up her nose when she saw a few of the lower ranked Supes walk out. Both men. She will never understand why Vought made so many of their Supe bathrooms Co-ed? It just....it's gross. She hates it but she didn't wanna go to the Women's bathroom downstairs. She shook her head and walked up to the sink, pulling out her lipstick and cellphone from her suit pocket.

She had about 20 unread messages.....there goes that. The idea of freedom was fun while it lasted.....

Me.....

 She let out a sharp breath through her nose as she tapped her nails on the arm of her chair. She didn't want to be here. What even is the point of this whole tour? Promote a movie they were gonna cancel anyways? "This is so fucking stupid...." She huffed and her eyes flicked toward the door as if she half-expected someone to walk in and drag her onstage. To her credit, she was right, the door opened, and someone waited for her on the other side.

 Reggie ducked into a dimly lit corridor and pressed his back against the wall, making himself as small as possible. His chest heaved out of pure panic and he was trying to calm his nerves. He was close to it but the sound of someone stepping closer almost made him jump out of his skin.

Meme Call

The witch had only been half paying attention to whatever Miguel was rambling about. She was more focused on whatever she was reading in that dusty old book of hers. "Tail?" She finished for him with a raised eyebrow. "You know you get used to it. They used to breathe down my neck, too. Ya just gotta learn how to make them chase the wrong shadow.....or out run em. That works too."

"Huhhhh?" Miles looked at the older man with pure confusion. Sure they didn't really....agree on....anything. But he wasn't sure why Miguel was acting like he was plotting on his downfall or something. "I....umm thought you might be hungry? I never see you like....eat anything, man." The kid had held out a plastic container like it was a peace offering, giving Miguel an awkward grin.