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imagine not liking chubby tummies, thick thighs & fat pussy

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Let’s raise another one to the revolution…🍻

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How they might respond to the popular ‘boots’ poem from Tik Tok

Captain John Price

As the rhythmic, almost hypnotic lines of "Boots" play, Price sits back in his chair, the cigar in his hand smoldering.

His eyes narrow, deep in thought, as the repetitive beat of the poem pulls him into memories of endless patrols and grueling marches.

"Marchin'... marchin'... marchin'..."

When the poem ends, he's silent for a moment before speaking. "Kipling knew what he was talkin' about, didn't he? That endless slog... it's somethin' only a soldier would understand. The monotony. The weight."

He takes a long drag of his cigar and glances at you. "Thanks for sharin' that, love. Strange as it sounds, it's comforting. Makes you feel like you're not the only one who's been through it."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, as you play the recording of

"Boots." His face is unreadable beneath the mask, but his eyes flicker as the relentless cadence of the poem fills the room.

"Don't-don't-don't-don't-look at what's in front of you..."

When it's over, he lets out a soft huff.

"Kipling captured it perfectly. That feeling... when your body's numb, your mind's blank, and all you can do is keep moving. It's eerie how real it feels, even now."

He shifts his weight, glancing at you.

"Not exactly bedtime reading, but... it hits home. Thanks for that."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Soap listens intently, his head tilted as the relentless rhythm of the poem unfolds. By the time it's finished, he's drumming his fingers on the table, caught up in the relentless beat.

"Marchin'... marchin'... aye, it's bloody brilliant," he says with a small, bittersweet smile. "Kipling knew the life-boots on the ground, head down, keep goin' no matter what. It's a hard truth, but there's somethin' poetic about it, eh?"

He pauses, then grins at you. "You've got good taste, lass. Next time, we'll pair it with a wee dram of whisky— make it a proper soldier's night."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

As you play "Boots," Gaz leans forward, elbows on his knees, his brow furrowed. The relentless rhythm and repetition seem to strike a chord with him, pulling him into a reflective silence.

When the poem ends, he exhales deeply. "It's... heavy. That rhythm-it's like being back there, y'know? Just putting one foot in front of the other, over and over, hoping it's leading somewhere."

He looks up at you with a small smile.

"Kipling nailed it, though. Makes you appreciate the quiet moments even more. Thanks for sharing that-it's powerful."

Phillip Graves

Graves listens with an intense expression, his jaw tightening as the rhythmic lines of "Boots" play out. By the time it ends, he's leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Damn," he mutters. "That's... accurate. Too accurate. The repetition, the monotony-it gets under your skin after a while. And Kipling? Man knew his stuff."

He gives you a nod, his expression softening. "Thanks for that, darlin'. It's a reminder of where we've been—and why we do what we do. Even if it's not pretty."

König

König listens quietly, his towering frame still, his gaze fixed on the floor as the steady cadence of "Boots" fills the room. The relentless repetition seems to resonate with him on a deep level.

When it ends, he takes a deep breath and looks at you. "It is... haunting," he says softly, his Austrian accent giving the words a weight of their own. "The endless march, the monotony-it reminds me of how the mind... shuts down sometimes. Just to survive."

He offers you a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you for sharing that.

Kipling understood soldiers, even across time. It's... comforting, in a strange way."

You play back that one part:

Try-try-try—try—to think o' something different —

Oh—my-God-keep—me from goin' lunatic!

(Boots-boots-boots-boots—

movin' up an' down again!)

There's no discharge in the war!

“What did you think of this part specifically?”

Price leans forward, rubbing his beard as he replays the words in his head.

"That part... it gets to you, doesn't it?

Tryin' to think of anything but the grind, but it's no good. War doesn't let you switch off-it keeps you trapped, even in your own mind."

He sighs, lighting a cigar. "The line 'keep me from goin' lunatic' —yeah, I've been there. Sometimes it feels like the only way to keep sane is to stop thinkin' altogether." He looks at you, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "It's raw, but it's real. Makes you respect what we've been through-and what we survived."

Ghost stares at the floor for a long moment, his fingers twitching slightly.

''Oh—my-God—keep—me from goin' lunatic!" He repeats the line slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's the desperation in it that gets me. When you're so far gone, you're just beggin' for your mind to hold on."

He shifts uncomfortably, his gaze distant. "That line... it hits too close to home. And 'there's no discharge in the war'? Feels like a life sentence, doesn't it? Like even if you make it out, part of you never really leaves."

Soap's usual cheerfulness is tempered as he leans back, crossing his arms.

'Try-to think o' somethin' different!

Aye, l've been there. You want to escape, even just in your head, but the war doesn't let you. It follows you— boots and all."

He gives you a small, sad smile. "The whole 'movin' up an' down again' part?

That's the rhythm you can't escape.

Even when you're not marchin', it's like it's still happenin' inside you. Kipling got it spot-on, didn't he?"

Gaz exhales slowly, his brow furrowed as he considers the lines.

"Keep me from goin' lunatic! That's heavy. It's like... when you're out there, your brain tries to protect you by shutting down, but sometimes even that isn't enough."

He shakes his head. "And 'there's no discharge in the war'? That's the real kicker. It's saying there's no escape, no relief-just the same grind, over and over." He glances at you. "It's brutal, but it's honest. Makes you wonder how Kipling knew it so well."

Graves nods slowly, his jaw tightening as he repeats the lines under his breath.

''Keep me from goin' lunatic! That's the part, right there. It's like Kipling captured what it feels like to hit your breaking point but still have to keep moving. No time to process. No time to feel. Just... keep marchin'."

He lets out a dry chuckle. "And that last line-'there's no discharge in the war! Damn right there isn't. Even when you think you're out, the memories, the habits-they stick with you. Forever."

König listens to the lines again, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.

'''Try-to think o' something different.'

It's like your mind is screaming for an escape, but there's no way out. And

'keep me from goin' lunatic'-I've felt that. When the march seems endless, and you think... if I take one more step, I'll break."

He pauses, his voice softening.

''There's no discharge in the war.' That's the hardest part. Even when the war is over, it stays with you. In your head. In your body. Kipling... he understood the weight soldiers carry."

"I think it's very comforting in a way, I've never been in war not like you but I can only describe what he's feeling as...drowning. I know how it feels to drown. Drown in your own head, drown in your own emotions I know what it feels like to want to run from something that kills you but you just can't get your legs to move. I know what it feels like to feel like you're crazy or you're losing your mind. I feel sorry for you..." The room falls into a heavy silence after your words, each of them processing the depth of what you just shared.

Price's eyes soften, his cigar forgotten in the ashtray as he listens intently.

When you finish, he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

"You've got a way with words, love," he says, his voice low and steady.

"You're right-it does feel like drowning. Like there's no way up for air, no way out."

He reaches out, placing a hand over yours. "But you're stronger than you think. I can see that in you. And for what it's worth, you're not alone in it anymore. Not with me here."

Ghost doesn't speak right away, his posture rigid, his eyes staring into a far-off place. Your words seem to cut through his armor, and when he finally looks at you, his gaze is intense.

"You don't need to feel sorry for me," he says quietly, his voice almost a whisper. "But... I get it. That feeling.

Being trapped in your own head. It's a different kind of war, but it's just as bloody."

He shifts closer, his gloved hand brushing against yours. "You're not crazy. And you're not alone. Don't ever forget that."

Soap listens with an unusual seriousness, his usual playful demeanor replaced by quiet reflection.

When you finish, he exhales deeply, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Drownin'... aye, that's a good way to put it," he murmurs. "You're not wrong -it's like sinkin' deeper and deeper, and no one sees it happenin'."

He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a soft smile.

"But you're still here, yeah? Still fightin'. That says a hell of a lot about you. You're tougher than you give yourself credit for."

Gaz's expression is pained as he absorbs your words, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. When you finish, he shakes his head slightly, his voice thick with emotion.

"I'm sorry you've felt like that," he says softly. "You shouldn't have to carry that weight, not on your own."

He hesitates before leaning closer, his hand covering yours. "You might feel like you're drowning, but you're not alone anymore. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We'll figure it out together, yeah?"

Graves leans back in his chair, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he processes your words. When he finally speaks, his voice is softer than usual.

"Damn," he mutters, shaking his head.

"I knew you were strong, but hearing that? Makes me respect you even more."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You're right—it is like drowning. But listen to me. You don't have to fight it alone anymore. I've got you, darlin'. Always."

König's brows knit together as he listens, his large frame unusually still.

When you finish, he exhales deeply, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I didn't know you felt that way," he says, his accent heavy with emotion.

"But I understand. That feeling... it's suffocating."

He gently takes your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"You're not crazy, and you're not alone. I will always be here for you, no matter what."

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They did it. They actually fucking banned Tik Tok and i have no idea what to do with myself. I’ve never been this bored in my life i guess im supposed to read or some shit now huh?

R.I.P Tik Tok thank you for the years of memory’s.

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I spent all day taking out my dreads my fucking thumbs hurt and I still got 19 more to go. 😭😭😭

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You on your period

TW: mentions of a period, Blood, period sex.

Billy Loomis

Billy wouldn't get overly creative; he'd just call it "your time of the month" or "your thing." He's not one to make a big deal out of it unless he needs to.

Billy is surprisingly considerate, making sure you have everything you need without hovering. He'll quietly hand you your favorite snacks, heating pad, or painkillers. "Here, take this. And don't argue with me, just do it."

He's not overly emotional, but he'll let you curl up on his chest while you watch movies together. He'll even rub your back or play with your hair if he notices you're in pain.

"You good? Need anything else?"

Billy might mess with you a little, but it's lighthearted and only to distract you from feeling miserable.

"Are you crying over a commercial? Really?" He smirks but passes you a tissue anyway.

Period sex? Billy's practical and chill about it. If you're up for it, he's not going to say no, but he's also respectful if you're not feeling it.

"It's just blood. Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you."

Stu Macher

Stu would come up with ridiculous nicknames for your period, like "Shark Week," "The Red Wedding," or even "The Monthly Apocalypse."
He thinks he's hilarious.

Stu dotes on you like you're on your deathbed, constantly asking if you need anything. He'll bring you snacks, drinks, and every blanket in the house.

"Are you comfy enough? Want me to fluff your pillow? Oh, wait-how about I make you a blanket fort!"

He'll make jokes to cheer you up, sometimes getting borderline annoying but always stopping if you're genuinely upset.

"I heard chocolate cures cramps.
How about I feed you a whole candy bar? Open wide!"

If anyone dares to stress you out, Stu goes full defensive. He doesn't care if it's the mailman or your boss; they're catching hell for making your day worse.

"You want me to scare 'em? Say the word, babe."

Period sex? Stu is very down for it. He'll even crack jokes to make you feel less self-conscious.

"So, uh, does this count as a 'bloody good time"?" He laughs, but his touch and tone are reassuring. "Seriously, though-if you're up for it, l'm game."

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TW: Rough sex, ass slapping, praise, reader has a pussy. P in V unprotected sex. I’ve never written sex before???

Billy was more than willing to oblige, his dark brown eyes gleaming with a feral intensity as he felt the sharp scratches of your nails down his back. The pain only fueled his desire, a dark grin spreading across his face. "You want it rough, baby? You got it," he growled, his voice deep and raw with lust.

He adjusted his grip on you, his large hands easily maneuvering your smaller frame. In one swift movement, he flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips so you were on your knees, your ass presented to him invitingly. His hand came down hard on your ass, the sound of the smack echoing in the room followed by the stinging warmth that spread through your flesh.

You moaned loud, the mix of pain and pleasure sending sparks of arousal through your veins. Billy didn’t pause; he delivered another harsh spank, alternating between each cheek, each slap making you wetter for him. "You like that, huh? My naughty girl," he taunted, his voice thick with arousal.

Without warning, he thrust into you from behind, his cock sliding easily into your slick warmth. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against yours with relentless force. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure-pain coursing through you, the roughness exactly what you had begged for.

Billy’s hands were everywhere, grabbing, pinching, and teasing. One hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck, which he bit gently at first, then more insistently, marking you as his. His other hand slid around your body, finding your clit and rubbing in hard, fast circles.

The dual assault of his cock pounding into you and his fingers on your clit was overwhelming. You felt your climax building rapidly, a coiling tension deep in your belly. "Billy, I’m gonna—"

"I know, baby, let it go," Billy encouraged, his voice rough in your ear. His movements became even more focused, angling his thrusts to hit just the right spot inside you. His fingers on your clit were relentless, pushing you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit like a freight train, intense and all-consuming. You cried out Billy’s name as your body shook and convulsed, your vision blurring with the intensity of your climax. Billy followed soon after, his own release tearing through him with a guttural groan as he filled you with his heat.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily, a slick sheen of sweat covering your bodies. Billy rolled off to the side, pulling you into his arms, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He kissed the top of your head gently, a stark contrast to the roughness from moments before.

"You alright, doll?" he asked, a note of genuine concern in his voice.

As you nodded, snuggling closer to him, Billy’s arms tightened around you. In the aftermath of the storm, his embrace was your safe harbor, the complex man both your tempest and sanctuary.

Billy felt the tremors of your desire against him, the warmth and wetness of your arousal seeping through as you curled into his embrace. He chuckled lowly, a sound filled with deep satisfaction. "You're insatiable, aren't you, dollface?" he murmured into your hair, his breath hot against your scalp.

His hand, ever possessive and roaming, slid down the curve of your back, tracing the spine gently before dipping lower to cup your still tender ass. He squeezed lightly, eliciting a small moan from you, which made his grin widen. The feel of his strong hand on your sensitive skin reignited the pulsing need in your core.

"You like being my little cumslut, don't ya?" Billy teased, his tone both playful and wicked. He shifted slightly, lifting your chin with his finger to meet your eyes. His gaze was intense, a deep brown that seemed to pierce right through you, seeing all your hidden desires.

You nodded, your lips parting as you pressed closer to him, seeking his warmth, his strength, his control. Your body was still buzzing from the orgasm, but the ache in your pussy was relentless, craving more of him.

Billy’s other hand wandered to the front, slipping between your thighs which you eagerly parted for him. His fingers found your wetness, a pleased growl vibrating from his throat as he felt how drenched you were. "So fucking wet for me... always ready, aren’t you?" he growled as he began to circle your clit with the pad of his rough finger.

You gasped, your body reacting instantly to his touch. The slow, deliberate circles turned into faster, more urgent strokes as he watched your face contort with pleasure. "That’s it, baby, show me how much you love it," Billy encouraged, his voice thick with lust.

The building pleasure was rapid and fierce. With his free arm, he pulled you tighter against him, his own arousal undeniable as his hard length pressed against your thigh. His fingers continued their merciless play, faster and harder, pushing you towards another climax.

"Billy, please," you whimpered, your voice breaking with the intensity of your need.

"Please what? Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he demanded, his voice commanding.

"I want to come again, please, Billy," you begged, your body on edge, desperate for release.

"That's my good girl," he praised, and with a few more skillful flicks of his finger, you were spiraling into another orgasm. Your body clenched and unclenched as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and quivering in his arms.

Billy watched you with a possessive satisfaction, his own need temporarily sated by your repeated climaxes. He kissed you deeply, his tongue mimicking the actions of his fingers, slow at first but growing more insistent.

As you melted into the kiss, lost in the taste of him, Billy’s arms enveloped you in an ironclad embrace, a silent promise that he was nowhere near done with you yet.

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Them missing the birth. TF141 + Graves

Captain John Price

The door creaked open, and you looked up, holding the tiny bundle in your arms. John stood there, his weathered face etched with

exhaustion, his eyes widening when he saw the baby. He froze, as if afraid to move closer.

"John," you whispered, your voice cracking. "You're home."

He stepped forward, dropping his bag, his hands trembling as he knelt beside you. "I missed it," he said, his voice thick with guilt. "I wasn't here for you... or them."

You smiled softly, brushing your fingers against his scruffy beard.

"You're here now. That's all that matters."

His eyes locked onto the baby, who stirred slightly in your arms. "Can I...?"

Carefully, you placed the baby in his arms. John's breath hitched as he cradled the tiny life he helped create.

"Bloody hell," he murmured, a tear slipping down his cheek. "They're perfect."

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon entered the room silently, his mask off for once, revealing a face full of emotion. He paused when he saw you, the baby bundled in a soft blanket on your chest.

"You're late," you teased, your voice tired but warm.

His lips twitched into a faint smile, though his eyes betrayed his regret. "I tried to get back. I-"

"Simon," you interrupted, reaching out to take his hand. "We're okay. Come meet your son."

He hesitated before sitting beside you, his large hands hovering uncertainly over the baby. "He's so... small," Simon whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

"He's been waiting for his dad," you said, guiding his hand to rest on the baby's back. Simon let out a shaky breath, his fingers tracing the tiny frame.

"I'll protect him," he vowed, his voice low and steady. "Both of you. Always."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

The front door slammed open, and Johnny's voice echoed through the house. "Lass! Where are ya?"

"In here," you called from the nursery, rocking the baby in your arms.

Johnny burst into the room, his eyes immediately locking onto you and the little one. "I missed it, didn't I?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"You did," you said softly, watching as his expression fell. "But come meet your daughter."

His face lit up, and he practically sprinted to your side, dropping to his knees. "A girl?" he whispered, his Scottish accent thick with emotion.

Carefully, you handed her over, and Johnny held her as if she were made of glass. "Look at you, wee lass," he cooed, tears streaming down his face.

"Yer da's here now. And I'll never leave again, I swear."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle stood in the doorway, his chest rising and falling as he took in the sight of you and the baby. His brown eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, stepping into the room.

"Kyle, don't," you said, smiling through your exhaustion. "You're here now."

He crossed the room in three long strides, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I should've been here," he murmured, his voice heavy with guilt.

"You couldn't help it," you replied, guiding his hand to the baby's soft head. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

Kyle let out a soft laugh, tears finally spilling over. "She's beautiful. Just like her mum."As he held her for the first time, he whispered promises to always be there for you both, his voice filled with love and determination.

Phillip Graves

Graves walked into the house, his boots clicking softly against the hardwood floor. He found you in the living room, sitting in a rocking chair with the baby in your arms.

"Phillip," you said, relief flooding your voice.

His eyes locked onto the baby, and he froze, his usually confident demeanor faltering. "Is that...?"

"Your son," you confirmed, tears welling in your eyes.

He dropped his gear and crossed the room, crouching beside you. "I missed it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You're here now," you assured him, placing the baby in his arms. Graves stared down at his son, his hands steady despite the whirlwind of emotions in his chest. "Hey there, little man," he said softly, his Southern drawl warmer than ever. "Your dad's got you now."

He glanced up at you, his blue eyes shining. "I'll make it up to you. To both of you."

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Billy’s spoiled little sister

Protective Older Brother Energy

Billy absolutely dotes on you, though he'd never admit it out loud. He plays the "tough guy," but he's the first to step in if anyone messes with you.

You never have to ask twice for something. Whether it's a ride, a snack, or even skipping school to avoid a bad day, Billy makes it happen.

He's always slipping you extra cash "just in case," even though you both know it's for things you don't need.

"You're My Favorite, But Don't Push It"

You get away with things no one else can. Stu's even joked that you've got Billy "wrapped around your finger," which earns him a death glare every time.

"Don't tell Dad" becomes Billy's go-to line after he covers for you when you break curfew or skip school.

Billy constantly complains about how much trouble you are, but the moment you look upset, he's back to spoiling you rotten.

Billy takes you shopping whenever you want. Clothes, CDs, makeup-whatever you need, he's got you covered.

"This is the last time I'm buying you something this ridiculous," he says while handing over money for a new pair of boots. Spoiler: it's never the last time.

If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, Billy's ready to throw hands-or worse.

"Who made you cry? Tell me their name," is something you hear more often than not. You've learned not to test him because he will follow through.

Stu gets a kick out of Billy's overprotective streak and loves to egg him on. "Man, you act like she's a princess or something."

"She is," Billy snaps back.

He might not be openly affectionate, but he shows his care in little ways. He'll leave your favorite snacks in the kitchen, fix your car when it breaks down, or let you hog the remote during movie nights.

If he notices you're having a bad day, he'll casually suggest grabbing your favorite takeout or letting you pick the next horror movie (even if Stu whines about it).

"You're so annoying," he grumbles after you steal his hoodie for the millionth time, but he never asks for it back.

Stu loves to tease you but also enables your spoiled behavior. "Princess gets whatever she wants, huh?" he jokes while handing you the last slice of pizza.

If Billy's being too overbearing, Stu's your go-to for lightening the mood. "Relax, dude. She's fine. Let her have a life."

Billy has a sixth sense for when someone's flirting with you, and it sets him off instantly.

If it's a random guy at school, Billy steps in, calm but menacing. "Hey, she's not interested. Move along before this gets ugly."

The guy usually backs off, sensing that Billy isn't bluffing, but if they don't, Stu is there to play bad cop to Billy's even-worse cop.

"Ooooh, big mistake, pal," Stu says, slinging an arm around the guy. "You don't mess with Billy's little sis." Cue unsettling laughter.

Billy doesn't like to make a scene unless absolutely necessary, but once the guy's gone, he gives you a stern look. "You need to be more careful."

"Careful of what?" you argue. "I wasn't even doing anything!"

"Careful of attracting idiots," he mutters, dragging you away.

If it's someone Billy knows personally, the reaction is even worse. He feels betrayed and furious.

"Seriously? Out of all the people in the world, you think it's a good idea to hit on my sister?"

The guy will either stammer out an apology or get defensive, but either way, Billy makes it clear: "Don't let me catch you looking at her again."

Stu, meanwhile, finds it hilarious.

"Dude, chill. It's kind of a compliment, right? She's hot."

"Don't ever say that again," Billy snaps.

You've learned that Billy has a tough exterior, but he can't say no to you.

"Billy, I need a huge favor," you start, knowing you're already halfway to getting what you want.

"What now?" he asks, pretending to be annoyed.

"Can you drive me to the city?There's this concert I really, really want to go to, but no one else can take me."

He sighs like you're asking him to move mountains, but after a long pause, he tosses you the car keys.
"Fine. But you're buying me coffee on the way."

Stu loves to tag along during these moments, adding to the chaos. "Road trip! I call shotgun!"

"You're not even invited," Billy groans.

"Please?" you ask, giving Billy your best puppy-dog eyes. Stu joins in, mimicking your expression.

Billy can’t help but roll his eyes and give into you both “Fine. Both of you shut up” You and Stu giggle while you pile into the car.

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ok but the way he's still kind of getting outcunted by the guy on the left

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Hello ☺️

What do you think of a reader x billy/stu where they spend so much time with the reader and her family that they kind off become a part of it

Example: her mom makes food for them also, the fam invites them for holidays and family vacations

Billy boy and stu stu would LOVE this

I think they would too!

Apart of the family now

Billy Loomis

Billy, who isn't exactly known for a stable or supportive home life, would be hesitant at first. He's not used to such warmth and kindness, so he might seem a little awkward.

Over time, though, he'd grow to genuinely appreciate being included. Your mom's cooking would become his favorite, even if he doesn't say it outright.

"Your mom made lasagna again? Guess I'll stick around." (Translation: I love it here.)

Billy would quietly become protective of your family. Whether it's helping your dad fix something or giving your sibling advice, he'd integrate himself in ways that might even surprise him.

If your parents ever mentioned how much they appreciate him being around, he'd brush it off but secretly feel a warmth he's never really known.

Billy would enjoy the holidays, though he'd be more reserved during big family gatherings. He'd sit next to you, holding your hand under the table, occasionally smirking at the chaos around him.

If anyone teased him about being part of the family, he'd roll his eyes but secretly love the sentiment.

Stu Macher

Stu would charm his way into your family in no time. Your parents would adore him for his humor and lighthearted energy, even if they sometimes found him a bit much.

He'd joke with your siblings, help your mom in the kitchen (probably eating half the food in the process), and somehow get your dad to watch goofy movies with him.

Stu would fully embrace family holidays-whether it's decorating the Christmas tree, organizing Easter egg hunts, or even dressing up for Halloween.

"Family vacations? Count me in! I call dibs on the window seat!"

Unlike Billy, Stu wouldn't hold back his appreciation. He'd constantly thank your mom for meals, bring flowers for family dinners, and brag to his friends about how great your family is.

"Your mom's spaghetti is the best thing l've ever had. I'd marry her cooking if I could!"

Together

Your family wouldn't just tolerate Billy and Stu-they'd practically adopt them. Your mom would pack extra lunches for them, your dad would involve them in weekend projects, and your siblings would treat them like older brothers.

Billy would grumble about it sometimes, but Stu would wholeheartedly embrace being "the favorite son."

Stu would bring the fun and energy, while Billy would quietly keep an eye on everyone, making sure nothing went wrong.

Whether it's playing games on a road trip or helping with family traditions, they'd both make themselves indispensable.

For Billy, being welcomed into your family would mean more than he'd ever admit. He'd find himself smiling during quiet family dinners, realizing he finally feels like he belongs somewhere.

For Stu, it'd be a dream come true an extension of his own loud, chaotic personality into a family that loves him just the way he is.

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OH MY GOD THIS MAN

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If you were Their stalker…

TW: uhh mentions of stalking, manipulation. Lowk kinda creepy.

Billy Loomis

Billy is both intrigued and disturbed by your attention. He doesn't mind the occasional glance or the way you seem to be always around, but he's careful not to let his guard down too much.

At first, he might think you're just a harmless fan-someone who enjoys his dark charm from a distance. But as the messages, the weirdly perfect timing of your presence, and the subtle signs of obsession start to accumulate, his interest grows.

Billy isn't one to shy away from danger, and he's quick to start playing along with your game. He'll notice you from a distance and make it obvious he knows you're watching.

If you start leaving him gifts or notes, he'd inspect them with interest, his cold demeanor showing only the faintest hint of enjoyment.

"You think you're the only one who likes playing games, don't you?" he'd say, amused by your persistence, but his eyes would hold a dangerous gleam.

Billy would start engaging with you in subtle ways-leaving messages in return, making sure you know he's aware of your presence. There's a thrilling, twisted connection starting to form, and while he's playing with you, he's also starting to enjoy it.

His thoughts would be a mix of intrigue and dominance. "You want me, don't you? You've always wanted me.

If you continue stalking him, Billy will begin testing just how far you're willing to go for him. He might lead you on with flirtatious looks, purposely running into you, and creating situations where you'll feel like you're "chasing" him.

At times, he might get frustrated if you're not giving him enough attention or taking too long to make your move. "You've been watching long enough, sweetheart. When are you gonna make your move?"

Billy would probably want to make you prove your loyalty, pushing you to prove that you're as obsessed as he is, testing your limits.

As things escalate, Billy would become more possessive and dangerous. The stalking wouldn't be a game anymore-it would be a twisted form of control. He might start showing up at your house uninvited, watching you through your window, and making sure you know he's in charge.

"You think I don't know where you live?" he'd whisper darkly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't worry, I'll always be close."

If you tried to distance yourself or resist him, Billy wouldn't hesitate to cross the line into more sinister actions. He'd try to make you feel trapped, showing up at your most vulnerable moments, claiming that you're his and no one else's.

Stu Macher

Stu would be both flattered and deeply entertained by your stalking.

At first, it would start as a game-an amusing one, something that makes him laugh and enjoy the chaos.

He'd play it off, pretending to be oblivious, but secretly finding your obsession thrilling. He might joke with you, saying things like, "I've got a stalker! You really want me, huh?”

Stu would love the attention at first.
If you showed up at his house or school, he'd act like it's the best thing in the world. "Oh, you're following me around? This is a new level of fun!"

He'd egg you on, making playful comments to see how far you'll go. He might even taunt you. "I'm not running away, sweetheart. I love how much you're into me."

His reactions would be more overtly flirtatious, encouraging the game without realizing just how dangerous it is. "You're such a bad girl for stalking me, but I like it.”

As things progress, Stu would push the boundaries even further. He'd encourage you to be more daring, possibly following him even more closely.

He might start showing up at your place unexpectedly, showing you just how much he's been keeping an eye on you, making it clear he's aware of every move you make. "You know, I thought you were just following me, but it looks like l've been following you too."

If you left him notes or gifts, he'd play along and take it to a whole new level. “You left me a present? Well, I guess I’ve gotta get you something now too.”

Stu would still find the whole thing fun, but he'd start becoming more erratic. He'd push you harder, testing just how far you'll go for him.

He'd start showing up at your work or school, popping up in the places you least expect. "Did you miss me? I was wondering when you'd show up next."

His obsession would quickly turn into an adrenaline-fueled mess. He'd start pulling more dangerous stunts to keep you engaged, maybe involving you in his chaos. "You know, we could make this fun. What if we made a game of it?"

Eventually, both Billy and Stu would start realizing just how much power they hold over you. They'd both twist the dynamic, making it clear they're in control and that they can do whatever they want.

The difference between them would be stark Billy would be colder, more calculating, and obsessed with possessing you completely. Stu, on the other hand, would be louder, more chaotic, and addicted to the thrill of the chase.

Eventually, you might find yourself caught between the two, struggling to figure out who you want to align with. Billy would be a dangerous obsession, and Stu would be the wild ride you can't get off.

If you gave in…

Billy loomis

Billy watches you with a cold, calculating gaze, taking note of every movement, every subtle change in your behavior. At first, he thinks it's just a phase—a brief moment of weakness. But as you give in to him, something shifts inside him. A twisted sense of satisfaction creeps through him, and he realizes you're not just playing along-you want him. You've chosen him.

When you finally give in, Billy doesn't waste time. He's no longer pretending to be indifferent. Instead, he's all about control.

"You finally came to your senses," Billy says, his voice low, dark, and full of something dangerous. "I knew you couldn't stay away."

He'll pull you in close, his hand gripping your chin firmly as he forces you to look him in the eye. "You wanted me all along, didn't you?" His smirk deepens as he leans in, his breath ghosting across your skin.

Billy wouldn't be gentle. He would make it clear that once you've given in, there's no going back. He'd take what he wants, pushing you further into his dark world. He thrives off the knowledge that he has you exactly where he wants you.

"I always knew you were mine," Billy whispers as he presses you against him. "Now, you'll know what it feels like to belong to me."

The first time he really gets his hands on you, he's both tender and terrifying. He might trace his fingertips over your skin, but it's all with a purpose: to test how much control he has over you.

He'd start pulling you away from everyone, isolating you with his intense gaze. "Don't need anyone else, just me," he'd murmur, as though convincing himself as much as you.

Billy would take his time, studying you closely, memorizing every reaction. He'd want you to feel him completely. He'd be cold, almost clinical in the way he touches you-making sure you know he's in charge, but showing you exactly how much control he holds over your body.

He won't ask for permission; he takes it. "This is where you belong," he'd say, his voice low, before capturing your lips in a possessive kiss. Once you've given in to Billy, there's no escaping. He would see you as his, and every time you'd try to pull away, he'd bring you right back into his world.

Billy would push you into increasingly dark situations, forcing you to prove your loyalty. "You're mine, and I'll make sure you never forget it," he'd mutter as he pulls you further into his twisted world.

Stu Macher

Stu, on the other hand, thrives off the chaos and excitement of it all. When you give in to him, it's less about calculated control and more about pure, chaotic energy. He would be more energetic, reckless, and spontaneous in his pursuit of you, but that doesn't mean he's any less dangerous.

Stu's first reaction is a loud, exhilarated laugh. "Finally, you get it! I knew you'd come around," he says, practically bouncing with excitement.

He might grab you in a playful, over-the-top way, pulling you into his arms with too much force and a grin that borders on psychotic. "See? I told you, you'd fall for me. And now we're gonna have so much fun."

Stu isn't as cold as Billy. He's more about showing you how fun it is to be with him-how dangerous and freeing it can be to throw away the rules. His hands roam, not gently, but with a raw need that makes your heart race.

"You think you can keep up with me, huh?" Stu says, eyes twinkling with mischievous intent. "Let's see how far we can go together." He pulls you deeper into his chaotic world, not giving you room to breathe, but making sure you enjoy every wild moment.

His kisses are hungry, passionate, and reckless. "You want this, don't you? You wanted me all along." His tongue moves feverishly against yours, the taste of him intoxicating.

As things escalate, Stu would continue to push you further, making every moment feel like an unpredictable thrill ride. He'd love to see just how far you're willing to go for him-what lines you'll cross, and what walls you'll let him break down.

He'd push you to take risks with him, to get involved in his schemes, whether it's stalking someone together or just indulging in reckless behavior. "Come on, let's go break something!" he'd encourage.

The sex would be messy, filled with need and passion, but it would be in his terms. He'd dominate the situation, his hands gripping your hips as he makes sure you're as swept up in the moment as he is. "Don't you dare pull away," he'd warn, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

For Stu, it's all about enjoying the thrill of having you and proving that you're as twisted as he is. He loves the idea of corrupting you, pulling you deeper intr his chaotic world.

With Stu, there's always that uncertainty-always that danger. He would push you further and further, knowing that you crave the chaos as much as he does.

"You're as messed up as me," he'd grin, pulling you into an even darker, more reckless journey.

The line between love and obsession would blur for both of them, with you caught in the middle, unable to escape their dark hold. Every moment would feel like an adrenaline rush-both terrifying and thrilling.

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A spoiled little sister

Stu’s spoiled little sister

The Ultimate Enabler

Stu takes spoiling you to the next level. If you even hint that you want something, he's already plotting how to get it for you.

"You want those shoes? Say no more, sis. They're yours."

Whether it's sneaking you into an R-rated movie or "borrowing" something expensive from your parents, Stu's motto is, "Rules are for other people."

Chaotic Protection

Stu may seem goofy and laid-back, but the second someone messes with you, he flips a switch.

"Who hurt you, sis? Tell me their name, and I'll make sure they regret being born."

Unlike Billy, Stu doesn't do subtle. If someone makes you cry, expect Stu to confront them in the loudest, most unhinged way possible.

"Hey, buddy! Yeah, you! Wanna see what happens when you mess with a Macher?" Cue unsettling laughter and the guy bolting in fear.

Over-the-Top Gestures

Stu loves being the center of attention, and that extends to how he spoils you.

If you mention wanting to try a new dessert, he shows up with five different versions of it. "Didn't know which one you'd like, so I got them all."

He once threw you an impromptu birthday party-on a random
Tuesday-just because you said you were bored.

"Why wait for your real birthday, huh? Every day's a party when you're a Macher!"

Encouraging the Chaos

Stu actively encourages your wild side. If you want to skip school, he's already planning the getaway.

"Life's too short for algebra, sis. Let's go to the arcade instead."

He's the first to cheer you on when you make a dramatic entrance or roast someone who deserves it.

"That's my girl! You've got the Macher flair!"

Sibling Shenanigans

Stu loves pranking you but never crosses the line. He once filled your shampoo bottle with glitter, but when you started crying, he immediately bought you expensive replacements.

"Aw, don't cry, sis. Here, take this. It's the good stuff."

You two have a secret handshake that's ridiculously complicated but never fails to make you laugh.

When Someone Flirts with You

Stu doesn't know the meaning of chill when it comes to guys flirting with you.

"Oh, you think you're good enough for my sister? That's cute."

He's all smiles and jokes on the surface, but his energy gets darker the longer the guy sticks around.

If they don't back off, he'll go full Stu: unhinged laughter, close-talking, and vague threats. "Ever wonder what it feels like to be hunted? Nah? Want me to show you?"

Afterward, he acts like it's no big deal. "What? I was just protecting you!"

When You Ask for a Big Favor

Stu never says no to you, ever.
You've got him completely wrapped around your finger.

"Stu, I need your help with something..."

"Say no more, sis. I'm in." He doesn't even wait to hear what it is.

Need a ride? He's got you. Need help sneaking out? He's already at the window with a ladder.

"Stu, I didn't ask for a grand entrance."

"But it's more fun this way!"

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DAWGG 😭😭

Billy Loomis x Female Reader Headcanons!!!

•He leaves you for a man.

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Telling task force 141 you’re pregnant + Graves

Captain John Price

Price is initially quiet as he processes the news, his face softening into a proud smile.

Deep down, he's thrilled. He's always wanted to be a father, and the idea of starting a family fills him with pride.

He immediately starts preparing— researching baby-proofing, scheduling appointments, and ensuring you have everything you need.

Becomes even more of a shield for you. He's hyper-aware of your needs and refuses to let you stress over anything.

Price buys cigars (classic tradition) to hand out when the baby is born and jokes about teaching them to fish one day.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon doesn't say much at first, his mind racing with both excitement and worry.

Beneath his stoic exterior, he's elated but also terrified.
His past makes him nervous about being a father, but he's determined to break the cycle.

Simon's protective instincts go into overdrive. He'll quietly do things like stock the house with everything you might need or place his hand on your belly when no one's watching.

He spends a lot of time thinking about what kind of father he'll be and promises himself he'll do better than his own.

He might whisper things like, "I'll keep both of you safe, no matter what," during vulnerable moments.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is immediately ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear and hugging you like there's no tomorrow.

He's practically shouting, "I'm gonna be a dad!" to anyone who will listen.

Johnny dives headfirst into baby shopping, picking out the cutest and most unnecessary items, like matching outfits.

He's your ultimate cheerleader, always reminding you how amazing you are for carrying their child.

Whenever you're stressed, he's cracking dad jokes already, trying to keep the atmosphere light and happy.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz is overwhelmed but hides it well. His eyes glisten when you tell him, but he plays it cool.

He starts planning for the future, ensuring you'll have everything you need. He even starts saving for the baby's education.

Kyle is thrilled but also a little scared. He wants to be the best dad possible and worries about doing it right.

He insists on accompanying you to every appointment and caters to your every whim-cravings, comfort, you name it.

Gaz often catches himself daydreaming about holding the baby or teaching them things like football or music.

Phillip Graves

Graves pauses for a moment when you tell him, his usual cocky demeanor slipping as he processes the news. His first response is an incredulous "Wait, seriously?" followed by a big grin.

Graves is genuinely thrilled, but his military mindset kicks in quickly. He starts planning for your future together, ensuring both emotional and financial stability.

Proud as Hell, He takes immense pride in the idea of being a father and loves the thought of creating a legacy. He's already imagining himself teaching the kid to ride a horse, play ball, or learn about engines.

His protective instincts skyrocket. Graves keeps an eye on everyone around you, ensuring your safety at all times.

His protective instincts skyrocket. Graves keeps an eye on everyone around you, ensuring your safety at all times.

He’s a show off, He can't help but talk about the baby to anyone who will listen, showing off ultrasound pictures like trophies.

He turns on the Southern charm to make you smile during the rough patches. "Darlin', you're gonna be the best mama this world's ever seen."

Graves notices every little thing you need, from your cravings to ensuring you're comfortable. He'll rearrange his entire schedule to be there for you.

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Hey! I didnt see any info about interacting so pls ignore!

If youre ever open up to it, how would the boys react to a sassy baddie flirty gf?

This is my first request I’m excited!! I hope this is good enough! And of course I’m open to requests MAKE MORE!!

With a sassy baddie flirty gf

Billy Loomis

Billy would be drawn to your confidence and sass, finding it both intriguing and a little challenging. He'd smirk when you flirt, but he'd also try to stay one step ahead of you. "You think you can out-flirt me? Cute."

Your playful attitude would keep Billy on his toes. He'd enjoy the back-and-forth, especially when you throw in witty comebacks.

"You've got a sharp tongue, don't you? Careful-you might just cut yourself."

If you flirt with others, even harmlessly, Billy's possessive streak would flare up. He'd be cold and calculating, making sure you remember who you belong to. "You enjoy making me jealous, don't you? Let's see how far you take it before I remind you who's in charge."

Deep down, Billy wouldn't admit how much your sass and boldness captivate him. He'd secretly love when you call him out or make him blush with your flirty comments.

"I'm not blushing. It's just warm in here."

Stu Macher

Stu would absolutely adore your sassy, baddie attitude. He'd hype you up constantly, playing along with your flirting and throwing it right back at you.

"Damn, babe, you're gonna make me faint with that look. Keep going!"

Stu would flirt back tenfold, turning every interaction into a playful battle of charm. He'd love when you tease him and wouldn't hesitate to up the ante.

"You're bold, but let's see if you can handle this level of irresistible."

He'd egg you on, laughing when you sass him or someone else. Stu would take pride in having such a confident, fiery girlfriend.

"That's my girl! Don't hold back— let 'em have it!"

If you flirt with others, he'd put on a dramatic, exaggerated display of jealousy to make you laugh, but there'd still be a hint of seriousness behind it.

"Whoa, babe, I thought I was the only one who got to hear those sweet lines! I'm wounded!"

Together:

Billy and Stu would love teaming up to match your energy. Your sass would push Billy to be sharper and more intense, while Stu would match your playfulness and keep things lighthearted.

Billy: "You're bold. Let's see if you can handle both of us."

Stu: "Oh, she totally can. But can we handle her?"

They'd adore how your confidence complements their own personalities. You'd become their partner-in-crime, figuratively and literally.

Billy: "You're dangerous. That's why I like you."

Stu: "We're unstoppable, babe. The world better watch out!"

Billy would admire your boldness but try to keep you grounded, while Stu would be your biggest cheerleader, hyping you up at every turn. Together, they'd be in awe of your fiery personality, finding it irresistible.