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angelatsumu · 2 months

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simon as your allistic husband

hello friends, i am autistic and i wanted a little allistic husband for my own comfort. this may be slightly unrelatable because autism is a spectrum and autistic people experience overwhelm and meltdowns differently. here is my interpretation of my experience (a very small picture of it).

cw: none, autistic reader x allistic!husband!simon riley<3, johnny is a bit overwhelming, overstimulating stimuli + potential meltdown

simon had always been your self-proclaimed protector. he was like a devotee the way he watched you, always keeping an eye on your mannerisms and responses. simon was on his knees before you with just one beck and call, and you knew this to be true in your heart of hearts. your lover, your beautiful simon, was privy to your disability and the way it could render you helpless with no regard for your plans for the day. in an effort to be an “adult”, you might overwork yourself directly into overstimulation or autistic burnout. if you had tried to mask well past your limits in social situations, you found yourself stimming in secretive but painful ways, and perhaps even losing all social awareness as a whole. you constantly cursed yourself for not getting a service dog to help you through these scenarios, but why would you when simon was at your side so quickly? simon knew you like the back of his hand, easily detecting the signs fo your withdrawal or teetering on the edge of insanity. Simon was so equipped to care for you, constantly studying your fidgeting and tone in any situation.

tonight was no different. Simon had asked if you felt comfortable with a small gathering of the Task Force after a bit of time apart, and you willfully agreed. you thoguht you’d checked all of the boxes to prepare yourself for the evening; you’d rested all day, gathered your stim toys and fidget rings, remembered to drink water (with several small reminders from simon), and you even ate an appropriate amount of foods to fuel you for social interaction. Simon was sure to allow you time to indulge your special interests and give you space without overwhelming stimuli. you’d felt pretty equipped for the night, especially since simon had ordered your comfort foods and even prepared a special nook incase you felt a bit overwhelmed. with earplugs in ears and a comfort outfit, you felt far more prepared with the help of your understanding lover. the overwhelming dread that usually accompanied social gatherings seemed to melt away with your anchor who was more than helpful in refilling your cup and taking care of you.

just as everyone was arriving, Simon was sure to dim the lights in the bedroom and set aside a bottle of water with your favorite stims to allow you a safe place. He hated to assume that you might approach metldown territory, but he’d learned that preparing for it is far better for you than simply hoping for the best. He’d taken the liberty of safety proofing the room, giving you a sensory swing and a cushioned corner to prevent you from harming yourself if the meltdown is to worsen beyond his control or interventions. He hummed as he made easy work of it, being sure to charge your headphones and queuing up a playlist you adored to allow you less work during a time of distress. goodness, he loved you so much. he loved doing this gentle and domestic work for you, and he loved the safety that came from his efforts.

it’s now well into the get-together, and Simon has you nestled into his chest. you find the smell of him grounding, and the compression of his arms squeezing around your torso makes you feel safe and comforted. your ears began to sting at the constant and overwhelming timbre of Johnny and Gaz’s bickering, seemingly infiltrating your brain and sowing seeds of hate. you’d tried to fidget with Simon’s dogtags or the hem of his shirt, but the constant booming of their voices had begun to sink its teeth into you. Simon was never loud, and he certainly never yelled in your vicinity without warning. your chest felt tight as you began to feel your clothes rubbing wrongly against your skin every time Simon had a hearty laugh at his coworkers. you squirmed in an attempt to regulate yourself, to move the painful energy you’d been harboring since your nervous system began to fray. the interaction was tiring, draining you of all your humanity as you had to pretend to be interested in the topic of conversation. your breathing shallowed, breaths quick and uneven as you tried your hardest to stave off the boiling under your skin. suddenly Simon’s skin against yours felt wrong, like your nerves were set aflame and stealing the little reserves of normality you’d been clinging to. you didn’t want this happen, you never did. you’d spend every waking moment post-meltdown crying and begging the skies above to “fix” you, to make you less susceptible to these painful experiences. you didn’t want to feel lie this anymore, to hurt anymore.

Simon feels the shift in energy, having stealthily been observing your descent into uncharted territory. he knows where your mind space is, knows that your mind is ricking you into believing you’re too much and that things were easier without you. the way you slightly fled his touch led him to slowly and sneakily withdraw his arms from you, placing them behind his head to allow you to be freed from his grasp. he relishes in the sigh you let out, the way you teeth latch onto his shirt and begin to chew away to calm the nerves. Simon calmly reaches to his right where your spare ear defenders are tucked away, and he slowly slides them over your head. he makes quick work of tying back your hair to lessen the amount of stimuli you had to process. your lover lessens his own chatter, reducing himself to careful nods and short sentences or small laughs to allow you a full realm of recovery. he gives you two taps to your back, a silent inquiry to your current state. you respond with a head shake, signaling that you were far beyond your capacity. simon could tell that your thoughts were being unkind to you, but he was certain he could help you through this difficult period. “they alright,” Price asks, eyes kind as they fall on your frame in Simon’s grasp. the men knew you were autistic, and they were more than supportive to you. Simon sighs, eye soft as he looked at the men and back at you. “Yeah, i think they're just pushing toward overload. ‘m gonna take them to the room, let them get this out,” Simon hums softly, timbre of his voice lowered to create less strain. He gives you another silent tap as a request to carry to your bed, and you nod softly against his chest. his chest dims the lighting of your living room, lessening the stimuli you’ve been taking in. Simon scoops you into his arms and carries you to your bedroom where he gently sits you on your bed. the lights have been dimmed, and Simon slides your weighted blanket closer to you. “Blanket’s here love. ‘M gonna let you have some space, but i’ll be back to check on you soon. ‘M so sorry this happened lovie, but I love you. You’re safe. I am not angry with you, and you’re allowed to feel these things,” He comforts you, placing your stims within reach as your eyes fix on the floor in front of you. He knows words have left you, and he hums before leaving the room to allow you time to process.

thank you for reading! if this experience does not feel very cloe to yours, please feel free to send a request with a different scenario of autism reader x allistic simon <3

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starsmacabray · 3 months

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drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️ <3

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@hotdamnitsmoony stawppp i’m blushing :))

#i <3 you #mail #mac’s rambles

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glitch1997 · 6 months

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hey sorry if i've been gone for a bit

here take some stuff i put on a whiteboard :D

#whiteboard #lightner mail #oc #melvinborg #you cant escape it. the goofyness is coming for you >:3 #spam's gonna make some f[▯]ing mac and cheese #glitch art tag

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inkykeiji · 4 months

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clari hi ilyy 🍓🍓

strawberry babie!!! hi!!! <3 ily toooooo and imy i hope ur doing lovely ＊*♡( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

#i am currently curled up in the living room with my mac n my notebook writing dabi's birthday gift #+ tryna decide if i'm gonna treat myself to sushi for dinner tonight #hmmmmmmmm #hehe <333 happy 2024!!!!! i hope this year is absolutely wonderful to you <3 #we have the power; let's make it wonderful #always sending u so much love sweet strawberry babie <3 #enjoy ur weekend n stay safe!!! we've got a snowstorm over here hehe c:#🍓.anon #clari gets mail

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soupandsimple · 8 months

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SIRIUS’S SON

* your son gazing at you lovingly just like Sirius does

* going through the drafts and had a sudden burst of inspiration for this video I had saved!!! YOU’RE WELCOME 😭

……..…

Noooo because being somewhat accustomed to Sirius just always adoringly staring at you for absolutely no reason other than the fact that he loves you and then having to get used to his mini looking at you the same exact way!

You’re cooking a little mac and cheese meal for your little boy and have him all set up in his high chair so he won’t go getting into trouble now that he’s toddling. Sirius then comes in from getting the mail and sets it on the kitchen counter and sees the look in his son’s eyes. There’s no questioning what who he’s looking at and can’t help but join him at the perfect spot for viewing said thing person.

Now standing behind the high chair, Sirius places a kiss on the boy’s little head.

“She’s amazing isn’t she…” Sirius speaks to his son as his own eyes fixate on you similarly, if not exactly, the same way your son has his.

You turn from your stirring upon hearing the indirect compliment and smile when you see the pair of them looking at you with warm, dreamy looks.

“Oh stop, he’s just happy about the mac and cheese he’s going to get, aren’t you handsome boy?” you say, directing the last words to your baby.

“Doll, you could be making goop and we’d still be looking at you the same way. You’re our goddess, what do you expect?” Sirius comments with a wink.

“Isn’t that right kid?” he then says to his son who’s smiley gaze is still very much fixed on you. <3

#sirius black x reader #dad!sirius black #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #short visual thoughts

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arianna-bradshaw · 2 years

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Tips For Top Gun Fanfic from a Military Brat/ Gold Star Kid:

Gold Star Kid: A child who lost their parent in the military

1. Army is not synonymous with Navy- They’re in the navy not the army

2. The glasses that bob wears are called BCGS- military issued glasses that are joking called “birth control goggles” bc they’re ugly af

3. Gold Star Kids, (Rooster, Mac, Ect) will normally be familiar with their dads friends even after he passes- the troop will kinda crowd to protect and help the family

4. You cannot live on base after your service member passes, you’ll almost immediately have to move off

5. If you’re married to a service member you have a military ID and base access

6. Deployment communication between partners is usual e-mail!

7. There are gold star events for kids, siblings, and even parents to help with grief! I honestly just think this would be interesting/ cute to add to a story

8. Bradley most likely got free college and probably ended up going after he didn’t get accepted into the naval academy

9. It’s actually not super common to go around in uniform for no reason and you could get in trouble for it

10. And just a random thing; Bradley definitely remembers his dad even though he was young- and honestly a lot of random things in the military probably trigger him. Likes Ices funeral, being on base and hearing TAPS; things like that.

11. Bradley has a copy of his dads tags, and a flag from his funeral

12. Remember that brad also owns a regular camouflage navy uniform just bc it’s hot

13. He also cannot just give you his dog tags lmao- he can give you an old pair but you can’t just keep his current ones.

14. While deployed a service member may only be able to come back for 2 weeks just for the birth of their child and leave again immediately.

If you have any questions you can either comment or dm me; I’m super open to talking about it- and if you have questions specifically about how military handles gold star kids lemme know:)

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw imagine #iceman x reader #bob floyd x reader #phoenix x reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #topgun #jake hangman seresin

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zagreuses-art · 6 months

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The fine Rank and File (or at least the rank) of the Ankh Morpork city watch! I've been figuring out my designs for them, and I wanted to put them in a lineup to see how they look beside one another. makes you realize how ridiculous the height difference between some of them is

[ID: three digital drawings of the Watch members, against a police lineup background with height marks and an ankh morpork city watch watermark and logo. The featured members are in order of height: Detritus, Dorfl, Carrot, Angua. then Reg Shoe, Visit, Colon, and Vimes. finally, Nobby, Cheery, Buggy Swires and Wee Mad Arthur. they are all wearing variations on the watch uniform of brass colored armor, chainmaille, leather boots or sandals, and a skirt of studded leather straps. end ID]

more detailed description of the designs under the cut

First drawing: standing at over 8 feet is Dorfl. He is a grey-green troll with a very muscled top heavy build, patches of moss on his skin, and angular features. He is wearing oversized armor with pauldrons, one with sergeant's stripes painted on it, and scale mail underneath. the Piece Maker (a siege weapon crossbow) is strapped to his back. second, standing at 7 foot 4 inches is Dorfl, a reddish Golem made out of patchwork clay, with a overall gingerbread man look, and glowing red eyes. he is only wearing a breastplate, and he has his sergeant's stripes painted on his arm. Third at 6 foot 6 inches is Carrot. He is a redheaded white human, with a sturdy build, round face, and a cheerful smile. he has a captains pip pin in the collar of his shirt and his armor is visibly shinier than all the other's. fourth at 6 foot 2 inches is Angua. she is a white human with lots of very light blonde hair and slightly pointed ears. Her armor has straps at the shoulder rather than being one piece, and she is wearing her badge on a collar. (end of first drawing)

Second drawing: first, standing at 6 ish feet is Reg Shoe. He is a green zombie with a hunched posture and several missing chunks and lines of stitching visible, most noticeably the right half of his mouth has no lips, exposing his teeth. he wearing a tattered and patched flow-y white shirt under his armor, which is also the strap style, and there is a red ribbon in his long-ish dirty blonde hair. second at 5 foot 9 inches is constable Visit. He is a brown skinned human, with slicked back 80's business guy hair and a slightly strained smile. He is wearing a very crisp white shirt under his armor as well as khaki pants and a Omnian turtle necklace. he is clutching a bundle of pamphlets. Third at 5 foot 6 inches is Colon. He is a white human with a heavy-set build, a mustache, and a large bald spot. his armor has sculpted muscles in it and he is wearing sandals. Fourth at barely 5 foot 4 inches is Vimes. He is a white human with messy greying brown hair, and a five o-clock shadow, he looks a bit like house era Hugh Laurie. along with his armor he is wearing a red cloak and a sword. (end of second drawing)

Third Drawing: First, standing at 4 foot nothing, is Nobby Nobbs. he is a white-ish human with vitiligo spots, several suspiciously red or green patches of skin, and very scruffy black hair and a five o-clock shadow. he is smoking a cigarette and has several dog ends behind his ear. he has managed to tarnish his armor. second, at 3 foot 4 inches is Cheery. She is a white dwarf with a stocky build, blonde hair and a blond, braided beard. she has some burns on her arms, ears, and forehead, and is missing her eyebrows. she has a full lentgh leather skirt rather than pants. third, at 7 inches is Buggy Swires. he is a brown skinned Gnome, with grey hair and pointed ears. he is not wearing armor, but instead a rain cloak. next to him is his pigeon, which carries his badge and is a foot tall. Finally, at 4 inches, is Wee Mad Arthur. he is a blue nac mac feegle with red hair. he is in a watch uniform with a kilt, and is carrying his badge like a shield on his back, unlike the others he has a dynamic aggressive stance, rather than standing straight up. (end of third picture)

background of all drawings: a lineup height marker background, with the initials AM (ankh) CW and the city seal in the top right corner. the city seal is two hippos on a shield, with a tower between them. they are in shades of copper or bronze, as is the overall color palate of the drawings. (end of ID)

#discworld #gnu terry pratchett #Samuel vimes #nobby nobbs #angua von uberwald #cheery littlebottom #carrot ironfoundersson #reg shoe #detritus #dorfl #visit the infidel with explanatory pamphlets #buggy swires #wee mad arthur #I think i went a little too hard making vimes look like hugh laurie but the idea wouldnt leave my mind #I went full squeaky clean evangelist for visit #and gay french revolutionary for reg #happiest with dorfl he looks exactly how i imagine #also next time ill give angua more hair i swear

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roosterm3attrash · 2 months

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101 ways to kill Barney Calhoun

I ended up making this list by going through multiple servers and people so here cuz I found it in my phone notes

Anyway the brilliant minds of the half-life fandom

1.) Waited pressure plate with tnt under it

2.) im going to leave mines under his mattress

3.) i’m setting a rake on his floor so he steps on it and whacks his face

4.) I'm giving him a bomb disguised as a cigar

5.) barney death 3: he ate what elvis presley ate….

6.) I would kill Barney Calhoun by slapping him so hard on the ass that it gives him cardiac arrest

7.) I drop him onto a pit of venomous snakes

8.) Im going to give Barney a beer but instead of beer it will be filled with deadly neurotoxin

9.) “now gordon, ive been keepin an eye out on this combine hideout for a while. they seem to walk in a certain pattern when crossing over to the entrance, which makes me think theyve buried mines all over the place. now, ive memorized the pattern, so im just gonna sneak on over, and you follow my lead, alright? dont worry, i know exactly where all the mines are.” and then he explodes

10.) that one episode of sponge bob where he eats the exploding pie and explodes

11.) set up tripwire then he falls into a tiger pit

12.) I type kill npc_barney into console

13.) slap the boobies off his chest so hard them fly around the world and hit the side of his head like water balloons

14.) i could marry him and slowly feed him mercury over a span for 3 years until he dies of mercury poisoning

15.) He tries to become a wwe wrestler but gets killed in a freak accident mid match

16.) I would kill him by making him a pizza but it’s covered in big chunks of lead but it’s hidden in the sauce and it’s a Chicago style pizza

17.) bring him to a highway and kiss him so hard he gets knocked onto the road and gets ran over

18.) Peeling him apart by the dna strand and eating it like spaghetti

19.) barney gets trampled by a stampede of horses

20.) giving him under the counter off brand viagra

21.) put him in a washing machine and turn it on

22.) shark attack

23.) pit of sharks

24.) barney gets criticized so badly he dies

25.) barney sits in an uncomfortable chair for too long

26.) He gets his arm caught in a bear trap w a beer used as a lure

27.) HE BECOMES THE CAT THAT TRAUMATIZED HIM. HE….YKNOW…..

28.) he gets stuck in a swimming pool like hes in the sims and dies from getting exhausted and drowning

29.) barney roasting marshmallows but his stick ignites into flames and he burns to death

30.) ATTACH SO MANY BALLOONS TO BARNEY HE FLOATS AWAY INTO THE SKY NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN

31.) barney gets rejected by gordon and he gets so sad his body shuts down

32.) I kiss him so tenderly on the lips that he melts into a puddle and dies

33.) i throw him in to a volcano so that he melt into a puddle and dies

34.) "I’ll turn him into a flea, a harmless, little flea, and then I’ll put that flea in a box, and then I’ll put that box inside of another box, and then I’ll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives…I’ll smash it with a hammer!"

35.) stick a bottle of beer into his throat, the whole bottle

36.) give Barney Calhoun a beer can full of poison

37.) hang a piano over the toilet and wait

38.) i think barney should have his spine ripped out through his mouth

39.) he goes to a bar and tries flirting with the bartender and the bartender takes out a shotgun and kills him on the spot

40.) punch him so hard in the penis that he shatters like a brittle glass

41.) bite him in half

42.) I'm grinding him in a giant shredder

43.) bro took a bath in hot mac 'n cheese

44.) i put him ina giant caldron full of water and i begin boiling him down to gelatin and broth

45.) barney accompanies the crew to the borealis and he steps over thin ice and gets dunked into the below zero water and freezes to death

46.) barney calhoun gets carried away by a tornado

47.) took barney on a vacation to Hawai’i and pushed him into a volcano

48.) He dies and he's never mentioned again and nobody cares

49.) died of tummy ache

50.) Stepped on by a strider

51.) shrinked until he disappeared completely

52.) blasted into the sun

53.) Stab him with 300 pencils made with real lead

54.) slip and falls and dies

55.) put him into a Minecraft furnace

56.) Barney ignores the wet floor sign and slips and cracks his head

57.) while swimming in the swimming pool he swims to fast and smashes his face against the pool's wall

58.) he gets a concussion and drowns

59.) i want to put him through a lunchmeat slicer

60.) He falls off a dumb huge cliff

61.) he lives his life to the fullest and at his deathbed at age 93, June 29th, 6:12 am he passes away

62.) he eats a burgie with too much grease and gets a heart attack

63.) testicular cancer

64.) He should get sucked into a fan while trying to fix it at Black Mesa and literally no one comes looking for him

65.) The Pita Bread Room

66.) slipped on a Banana peel

67.) ran over by a crap ton of shopping carts rolling down the hill

68.) barney overheats in a fursuit

69.) he has sex so bad that he dies

70.) Barney dies because i fucking kill him with a shovel 🖕

71.) barney eats the gas station sushi

72.) barney faints via twirling around and holding his hand in front of his forehead, and then slowly lying down with a flower in his hands to indicate death

73.) When they turn off the suppression fields he just blows up

74.) barney gets crushed by a giant boulder thats all i got son

75.) barney goes to the beach that makes you old

76.) His head spontaneously combusts and pops like corn

77.) erectile dysfunction

78.) we should also have him get carbon monoxide poisoning

79.) barney gets gaussian blurred into nothingness

80.) he eats 20 year old expired mcdonalds burger and contracts the worst case of food poisoning youve ever seen

81.) Have we done tying him to a train track like a damsel

82.) he dies in a glue trap

83.) barney develops lactose intolerance over the years of combine occupation and he drink milk and then dies from shitting hinself to death

84.) he should chocke on his favourite food

85.) barney gets lead poisoning from a 1990s garfield glass mug

86.) he chokes on plastic

87.) barney gets thrown throw a glass window from a 15 story building

88.) gordon gives barney a wedgie so bad that he splits in half and dies

89.) gordon and barney divorce and barney dies from heartbreak

90.) alyx and gordon have enough of barney’s snoring so they smother him in his sleep with a pillow

91.) he trips while walking with gordon and impales himself on gordons crowbar face

92.) if he were the size of an ant he'd be ok instead he blows up like a watermelon and his remains are fed to lamarr by a very delighted kleiner. he fucking hated barney

93.) dog roughhouses with barney and accidentally obliterates his spinal cord

94.) barney gets poisoned to death by his own chumtoad

95.) coats him in eggs and flour and fries him

96.) snatched by a hawk and eten alive

97.) barney gets to participate in a danganronpa killing game and gets executed

98.) barney opens the love-letter-for-you.txt.vbs file and it kills him

99.) elaborate rube goldberg machine to drop an anvil on barney

100.) barney dies in an Iron Maiden

101.) we should put barney under those old timey stone tablets meant to squish and torture people and make them talk

#half life #barney calhoun #half life 2 #hl

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ash5monster01 · 1 month

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It's Only Fair

Pairing: MacGyver x Reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff

Summary: There is a new mailman that keeps switching up you and your neighbor, Macgyver's mail.

word count: 600+

a/n: this is my very first, very short, Macgyver imagine I ever wrote. I’m in the process of moving some of them from my original wattpad to here, to find a broader audience. I hope you enjoy x I know it’s not very good, I was seventeen when I wrote it

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The cool breeze from outside drifted in the house and gave it a light glow. The weather had been absolutely gorgeous the past few days, warm with a light breeze paired with it. It was what caused you to open all the windows and allow it to flood the home. With the day off from work you spent your time in the kitchen, enjoying the breeze, and baking for what felt like the first time in months. Just as you started pulling out some cookies from the oven the doorbell sounded throughout the house.

"Come in!" you called out as you shut the oven with your foot and started to walk towards the opposing counter to set the trays down.

"Wow it smells great in here" you looked up to spot your blonde neighbor standing in the entry way of the kitchen, holding up a stack of mail. "The new guy gave me your mail again"

"I think he's doing it on purpose now" you chuckled and he smiled and nodded as he walked further in and set it on the counter. You quickly removed the oven mitts and grabbed the stack.

"Well that or he really has no clue he's mixing it up" Mac suggested and you nodded as you shuffled through some bills which honestly could've stayed at his house.

"Well we can't totally complain. We've lived next to each other for years and I finally know your name from the amount of times I've received your letters" Mac laughed at the comment as you set the mail down.

"Yeah I definitely can't complain" Mac's gaze hardened on you and you struggled to keep your composure. The suggestive look in his ocean blue eyes made your skin crawl.

"Would you like some cookies. I've been bored baking all day and I think I should start offering before I gain five pounds" you moved over towards the cookies to distract yourself from the close proximity between you and the oddly handsome neighbor.

"Bored baking?" Mac questioned as he leaned against the counter. You shrugged as you started to cool one off to hand to him.

"It’s a thing, trust me. It keeps me occupied" you said handing the now cooled and gooey cookie to the boy, he rose his eyebrows as he grabbed it from your hand. Slowly he took a bite out of it and then smiled. "What?"

"Nothing it's just this cookie is really good. Better than Bozer's but don't tell him I said that" you chuckled and grabbed one for yourself as he finished his.

"Well then I guess I did something right?" Mac brushed his hands on his pants and stared at the gorgeous girl beside him and he wondered how he had never noticed you before. If he was being completely honest, two weeks ago he practically camped out on his front porch to corner the new mail man and tell him to keep mixing up your mail. It was the perfect excuse to keep coming over and seeing you.

"Well now that you've let me try one of your delicious cookies how about you try one of my delicious dinners?" your eyes widened as you looked up at the boy. He offered a small smile, the dimple in his left cheek catching your attention.

"And what makes them so delicious?" a smirk graced your lips as you looked up to him and he chuckled softly.

"I have a secret weapon named Bozer" a large laugh fell past your lips at his answer and when your laughter quieted down he looked at you just like he did before. "So what do you say?"

"Well, I mean it's only fair"

Taglist: @mayfieldss

if you want to be tagged in upcoming Macgyver fics please let me know <3

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e-dubbc11 · 9 months

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Songbird Pt. 4

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Stalker behavior, swearing, little violent, guns and knives mentioned, attempted kidnapping. Mention of conceal carry

Word Count: 5.8k-ish

Summary: Part 4 of 4. After getting another letter, reader is tired of being scared and Billy is there for her, he’s angry, wants to take care of it and protect her.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A/N: I don’t really have much to say except, I love this series but this final part gave me some problems so I hope it came out alright. And to everyone who has enjoyed this series, thank you SO much! A couple more songs from the playlist are in this part…Dear Jessie by Madonna and Songbird by Fleetwood Mac (one of my favorite songs)

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

…I’m the one who’s been watching you and protecting you, making sure you’re ok. And now you think you don’t need me anymore because you have him!? Well, he can’t have you. You’re mine, he doesn’t love you like I do. And just know if I can’t have you, nobody will.

“Did Bob give this to you?” You asked her.

She shook her head and through tears, she said. “No, no…this one came in the mail. See, he says here in the beginning that he couldn’t risk being recognized if he dropped it off again.”

You paced the room, and tried to grind out the words between gritted teeth. “This one is definitely a threat and this asshole obviously doesn’t know what I do for a living. Honestly baby, this is very poorly executed.” You joked trying to make her smile.

She did crack a smile briefly but the worry returned to her face. “Billy, if something were to happen to you, I don’t know—“

You crouched down so you were eye level with her and cupped her face. “Y/n, nothing is gonna happen to me, ok? This is my job and I will do whatever I have to, to keep you safe, do you understand me?”

Pulling her into an embrace, she squeezed you tightly and you felt her nod against your shoulder. “Yes…” She said, in a frightened voice. “I understand. Thank you.”

The tension in her shoulders eased while you held her in your arms, her perfume invading your sense of smell, and her fingers were nervously picking at the fabric of your dress shirt.

You really would be lost without her. She meant everything to you. She taught you how to actually be in a relationship, not asking for anything or taking advantage of you. She genuinely cared about you.

You had flashbacks to the song she sang that first night you saw her perform.

“So, tell me have you ever really, really, really, ever loved a woman?”

It played like a broken record in your head because no, you’ve never been in love…ever. But it was different now…with her. You finally understood what Frank meant by quality over quantity.

You were in love with her.

When she called you about the first letter, there wasn’t any hesitation. Still rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rushed to be with her, so she didn’t have to be alone. There were a lot of changes in you that even Frank noticed.

He said you were smiling more, he knew when you were reading one of her texts because of the silly grin stretched across your face, you dropped everything if she needed you, and your apartment actually felt like a home.

Watching her cook in her apron, seeing her book resting on the coffee table, and standing next to her while you both brush your teeth in the morning, they all brought a smile to your face and you never wanted that feeling to go away or be taken away from you.

It frightened you to feel this way but your inner voice kept saying “just tell her…say it.”

As you held her against you, the words just fell out of your mouth. “I love you.”

Her body stiffened in your embrace as she asked. “What did you just say?” She pulled away slightly and began to fidget with the buttons on your shirt, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers. She knew what you said, she just wanted to hear you say it again.

“I’ve never been in love before, y/n. But I imagine it feels like this. I think about you when you’re not around, I get excited on my way home from work because I know you’re here waiting for me, I love seeing your toothbrush next to mine, and the smell of your perfume on my shirts after you hug me…I could go on and on about all the reasons why I’m in love with you.”

She wiped the tear away from her cheek and smiled. “Keep going, I don’t mind.” She chuckled. “I love you too, Billy.”

You drew her in close to kiss her again, her arms snaked around your neck while pressing her soft lips against yours. She inhaled sharply as you moved to kiss her neck and she said something that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“BILLY!! I know who it is!”

You

Pulling away from him, you couldn’t believe that you didn’t realize it sooner. He said it right in that second letter.

“…I’m the one who’s been watching you and protecting you, making sure you’re ok. And now you think you don’t need me anymore because you have him!?”

“I do, I know who it is!” You exclaimed.

Billy stared at you wide eyed. “Well I’m very interested in hearing about it, baby. Who is it?”

Your heart was racing as you said. “It’s Nick…security at the club, it has to be. Think about it, he didn’t like you from the start, and in that second letter he said he’s been watching me, protecting me, and because you’re around me all the time, I don’t need him anymore.”

He pondered for a minute, looking down at the floor and flicked his gaze back to you. “That definitely makes a lot of sense. I think you might be right, my love.” He said.

You placed the second letter in a plastic bag and took it down to the police station so they could put it with the other one and test it for fingerprints. They didn’t find any on either letter and said you could file a restraining order.

Billy got in Detective Mahoney’s face and through gnashed teeth, he said “He threatened her in this letter. Do you really think a piece of paper is gonna stop this guy? But I forgot. You’re the NYPD, you never get shit wrong do ya?” Billy said sarcastically with a wicked smile.

You shouldn’t be but you were really turned on watching him. His words came out in a low growl, staring at the detective with those intense eyes, and gently squeezing your hand as if to tell you “I’ll keep you safe.”

“Come on, Billy. Let’s go. You warned them, that’s all we can do…it’s in their hands now.” You told him, glaring at the detective on the way out.

As soon as you stepped outside, Billy turned to face you. “Tell me what’s in your purse, baby.”

You knew what he meant by that. “You know what’s in my purse, Billy. I have conceal carry for a reason. But what are we gonna do? I’m supposed to sing at the club on Friday.” You said.

“I dunno, but we’ll figure it out.” He said as the two of you headed for home.

Billy

“Well he’ll probably try and get you alone.” You told her.

Her hands were folded and resting in her lap. “But Billy, there are a lot of people there. He wouldn’t do anything in front of everyone, would he?” She asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I dunno, I don’t know how stable he is. He may not care if he gets caught or how many people see him at this point.” You said. “If he sees I’m not there, he may actually try something.”

She sat in front of you, a concerned look in her eyes but she was tougher than she seemed. She didn’t let anyone push her around which, you had to admit, was such a turn on.

You remembered the first time you spoke to her at the club, she was tenacious and feisty on the outside but she let her guard down and let you in. You let her in too…told her about your mother but also about the group home, Arthur, and being in combat.

The letters scared her at first, but now she was just angry. She hated feeling like that. Singing made her happy and she didn’t want to be scared to do it. She wasn’t going to be intimidated by Nick anymore.

The flowers he had sent to the apartment didn’t make it past the front desk because you told the building manager not to deliver anything to her door without permission. There was a note attached to it and all it said was “See you Friday, we’ll be together soon. I love you.”

She had enough. Seeing those words written on that card made her sick to her stomach, they made your skin crawl and your blood boil. After finally finding someone that you cared enough about to share your life with and tell her all about your past, this asshole was threatening to take her away from you.

And you weren’t going to let that happen.

You

Billy wasn’t in the car with you when you arrived at the club on Friday. He was in another car close behind you and thought if Nick saw you were alone, it would be the best way to catch him off guard.

Looking around while your band set up, you didn’t see Nick anywhere so you asked the owner if he was working tonight. She told you that he called in sick so you texted Billy.

She said he called in sick tonight so he’s not here.

A text from Billy came back quickly.

Oh he’s here somewhere. I know he is. Don’t let your guard down, keep your purse with you at all times and remember what we talked about. I love you.

A slight smile danced across your lips at the sight of those three words. It was amazing to feel loved again after such a long time and from someone who you didn’t think was capable of love for anyone other than himself. But you had judged Billy too quickly.

Yes, he had a reputation of being a womanizer, using women and then moving onto the next one but he made an effort with you. He was your friend first before anything. A friend you could laugh with, talk to, and tell your deepest secrets to. A friend that turned away advances from other women even when they showed up at his door unexpectedly and he didn’t lie about it.

It was one of the first nights you were staying with Billy and you heard voices as you were getting out of the shower. You couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, only bits and pieces but Billy’s voice was soft but stern. “I don’t know how you got up here but you need to go….Yes, someone else is here…her name is none of your business…good luck getting info about Kandahar…I know that’s all you wanted from me anyway…yeah, I found out about that…people talk, Dinah…goodnight.”

Fresh out of the shower, you walked out of the bathroom asking who was at the door. He easily could have lied but he didn’t.

“It was Agent Madani. I don’t know how she got up here, probably flashed her badge. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He had said, pulling you in close to his chest.

Billy Russo was so much more than he gave himself credit for and you were probably the first person to ever tell him that. He was one of the strongest people you’ve ever met, thoughtful, sweet and funny but he never showed that vulnerability to any woman…except you.

You looked down at those three words on your phone again.

I love you.

You loved him too, so much and you made sure to write him back.

I love you too.

Billy didn’t think Nick would make a scene in front of a crowd of people and he made sure he was out of sight to make it seem like he wasn’t there. Billy did say he would place some of his Anvil employees around the club disguised as regular patrons pretending they were there to just watch the show.

“Your boyfriend isn’t here tonight, y/n?” One of your band members asked.

Shaking your head back and forth with your lips pressed firmly together, you then replied. “No, he had to work tonight. It was important so he couldn’t get out of it.” You said with a slight frown.

“Well don’t worry, you’ll still have your regular groupies to fawn all over you.” Jimmy said, smiling at you.

“We’ll save the new song we’ve been practicing for when he’s here, ok?” You said.

Jimmy nodded. “You got it, boss.”

After the first few songs, you almost forgot about Nick. It felt great to be on stage tonight even though Billy wasn’t there to watch but you were very aware of your surroundings and kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

You didn’t want to feel scared in a place that brought you so much joy. It was one of the places that you could feel completely at ease at, a place where you felt comfortable and the place where the man you were in love with first introduced himself to you.

Billy was everything you had been looking for in a relationship and a few things you weren’t. He was jealous and possessive at times but you were convinced it was because he didn’t want to lose what he had waited his whole life to finally have. Someone who loved him for who he was.

You never would have dreamed that a man you had dubbed “The Penthouse Playboy” would now be someone you couldn’t picture your life without and it made your chest ache to think about going just one day without talking to him, seeing him, raking your fingers through his raven colored hair, or looking into his deep brown eyes.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Frank sitting at the bar alone and scanning the room while also keeping his eyes on you. Aside from Frank, you really didn’t know which club patrons were actually patrons and which were Anvil employees. Billy probably wanted it that way as if not to alarm you and made it easier for them to blend in with everyone else.

The last song before your break was Dear Jessie.

Baby face don't grow so fast Make a special wish that will always last Rub this magic lantern He will make your dreams come true for you Ride the rainbow to the other side Catch a falling star and then take a ride To the river that sings and the clover that Brings good luck to you, it's all true

You had asked the manager earlier if they could make the lights as dim as possible, lying to her by saying that the bright lights were too much tonight because you had a slight headache.

She accommodated as best she could and it did make it easier to see people in the crowd, people getting up to use the restroom, going to get another drink at the bar, or just walking in and out to get some fresh air.

Pink elephants and lemonade, dear Jessie Hear the laughter running through the love parade Candy kisses and a sunny day, dear Jessie See the roses raining on the love parade

When you arrived at the club earlier, the car pulled right up to the curb and you watched as the car that had Billy riding in it, drove past you and kept going so you really didn’t have any idea where he was. There was someone else in the crowd that you recognized, sitting a couple stools down from Frank…It was the detective that was speaking to Billy about the restraining order.

What was he doing here?

Your heart was racing and your warm hands gripped the microphone tightly as you continued to give the audience the show you wanted to give them and one that they deserved.

On the merry-go-round of lovers and white turtle doves Leprechauns floatin' by, this is your lullaby Sugarplum fingertips kissing your honey lips Close your eyes sleepy head, is it time for your bed Never forget what I've said, hang on, you're already there

The song was almost over and you heard Billy’s voice in your head “When the song’s over and it’s time to take your break, go out to the car, you may not see him but I’m sure he’ll be watching you.”

You knew Billy was right because even though you couldn’t see Nick, there was a feeling deep down in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t shake, that someone was watching you and not in a good way.

Pink elephants and lemonade, dear Jessie Hear the laughter running through the love parade Candy kisses and a sunny day, dear Jessie See the roses raining on the love parade Your dreams are made inside the love parade It's a holiday inside your love parade

“Thank you, so much. We’re gonna take a little break but we’ll be back shortly.” You said with a nervous smile.

Walking off the stage, you unzipped the part of your bag that held your .22 and reached inside to rest your hand on it while walking outside. Frank never let his gaze go far away from you and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him get up from his barstool as you were walking out.

From behind the “employees only” door, someone quickly stepped in close behind you.

“Just keep walkin’, beautiful.” The familiar voice said. “And take your hand out of your bag, slowly.”

Your body tensed when you felt something sharp in the middle of your back as you walked toward the town car.

“W-where am I going, Nick?” You asked as he linked his arm up with yours and moved the blade from your back to your left side, lightly poking you in the ribs.

“Walk toward the car. Your boyfriend’s not here, is he. I would have seen him if he was.” He said with a low growl.

“H-he had to work tonight. Why are you doing this, Nick?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

“It’s me, I’m the one that’s watched over you to make sure no one comes near you while you’re on stage. I protect you, not HIM.” The knife quickly pierced through your sweater and cut you. It wasn’t bad, just enough to break the skin…or so you thought.

“I’m sorry, Nick. I never meant to hurt you but Billy is the man I want to be with. I am really sorry.” You said again. “Please just let me go.”

He was starting to get flustered, his nostrils were flaring and he was taking deep breaths in and out, almost panting because he was so angry.

Shaking his head back and forth, he said “No…no, I love you and we’re going to be together. Now get in the car.”

You were trying to act as normal as possible as to not scare Nick into doing something rash but you’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t terrified of what he might do to you.

Slowly, your free hand shaking, you reached for the handle and opened the door. You were blocking Nick’s view of inside the car so he didn’t see Billy sitting on the opposite bench seat until he was already inside the car and closed the door.

“Don’t you move, asshole.” Billy said. His face flushed with rage, pointing his gun right at Nick’s head. “I’ll paint the inside of this car with your brain and not lose any sleep over it, you got that?! Nod if you understand.”

Nick nodded but still had his blade stuck slightly in your side. You didn’t know which was more alarming, Billy’s threats or the stoic look on Nick’s face.

“Get that knife away from her now and drop it on the floor.” His voice was sharp and he had an angry shape to his mouth, almost changing the shape of his face. Billy was furious.

Nick removed the knife from your side, dropped it onto the car floor and you could feel a little blood trickling down and dipping below the waist of your jeans.

“Did he hurt you, sweetheart?” The ruthless hardening sound to his voice was frightening.

“I-I’m o-ok, Billy…I’m ok.” You replied.

Billy moved the knife with his foot out of Nick’s reach.

“Get outta the car, baby…out on the street side. I got him, ok?” He said.

You nodded and opened the door carefully, making sure there weren’t any cars coming and practically fell into Frank’s arms, as he was waiting on the other side of the door for you.

“You ok, sweetheart?” He asked.

The gash in your side hurt more than you initially thought it did and he noticed the hole in your sweater.

“You’re bleedin’ kid…come on. It’s ok, you’re safe.”

With your body shivering, you let Frank lead you back on to the sidewalk which is when he lifted your sweater to look at the wound in your side. And you almost didn’t notice the detective open the car door, pointing his gun at Nick and telling him to get out of the car, slowly, with his hands where he could see them.

Frank called out for Billy as he was getting out of the car.

“Hey Bill! She’s gotta cut that’s gonna need some stitches!”

Detective Mahoney had Nick pinned up against the car and was putting him in handcuffs when Billy bypassed you after hearing you were going to need stitches, pushed the detective out of the way, turned Nick around to face him and punched him right in the face.

Mahoney shouted. “Russo!!! Let me do my job, alright!!!?” And he forced himself in between Billy and Nick.

You were still confused on why the detective was there in the first place when he didn’t take the letters seriously when you and Billy went to the station.

“Frank? Mahoney listened to what we had to say, told me I could file a restraining order but he wasn’t going to do anything…almost like he didn’t believe me. What changed?” You asked, wincing at the pain in your side.

Frank chuckled a little after Billy punched Nick and said. “Well sweetheart, Bill and I sometimes need to use our “powers of persuasion” when something like this comes up. We weren’t taking “no” for an answer, they were smart and took us seriously the second time.” He said with a wink.

You gave him a warm smile while Billy rushed to you.

“You ok, baby? Lemme see…” He said, lifting your sweater to look at the wound.

You tried to reassure him. “It’s not bad, Billy. I’m ok.”

Billy kissed your forehead. “Well let’s go get this stitched, it shouldn’t take long.”

Mahoney called out as you waited for the other car to pull up. “Uniformed officers will take your statements at the hospital!”

“Thank you for this, Frankie.” Billy said shaking Frank’s hand.

You wrapped your arms around Frank’s torso and he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you, Frank…you’re such a good friend to him.”

“I’d do anything for him, kid.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Plus, I like seeing him happy. Now go get that taken care of, yeah?”

As the car pulled away and headed for the hospital, you glanced out the window to see Nick being put inside a police car. Billy pulled you in close, putting pressure on your stab wound and held you as tightly as he possibly could.

“I’m so glad you’re alright, sweet girl.” He said kissing the top of your head.

You listened to his heartbeat racing inside his chest. “Thanks to you, my handsome hero.”

He smiled against the top of your head. “Is that my new nickname?”

“I dunno…I’ll have to think about it.” You said with a wide smile. “What do you think about Cobra?”

The two of you started laughing.

He pinched your chin in between his forefinger and thumb, angled your face up toward him, and softly pressed his lips to yours.

“Thank you, Billy.” You said.

He gazed down at you, his handsome face finally at ease when he said. “I’ll always protect you, my little songbird.”

**********

After being stitched up and the confrontation with Nick, you hadn’t been back to the club in about four weeks. He did end up getting charged with stalking, assault with a deadly weapon, and attempted kidnapping.

Billy helped you recover in every way he could. You went back to work right away, did every day errands, went back to your weekly routines, practicing with your band, and back to singing in the stairwell but you hadn’t done any singing in public since then.

But maybe now you were finally ready.

Billy

You hated sleeping alone. Staring up at the ceiling in the darkness of your bedroom, you thought about how easy it had been, getting used to having her next to you every night but since she had gone back to her apartment, you didn’t have her to sleep next to EVERY night. She did most nights but not every night.

You missed her on these nights, hated the cold empty space next to you normally occupied by her warm body, you missed touching her soft skin in the middle of the night, hearing her gently hum in her sleep as you brushed your beard against the back of her neck and smiling against her shoulder…you missed all of it.

On nights you had to work late, you would come home to leftover dinner in your fridge that she had made at her place and she would always make extra for you, there would always be a little note on your kitchen counter from her “Hope you had a good day, handsome. Dinner’s in the fridge, I love you.”

But you wanted her sleeping in your bedroom on those late work nights, not hers. You wanted to walk into your apartment and smell the food she had cooked or inhale the scent of the candle she was burning. You missed seeing her books on the coffee table, and hearing her chuckle as she read a funny passage.

You loved her and loved having someone to finally share your life with but dreaded the nights you had to spend without her and wondered if she felt the same way about you.

You wanted to be there for her in case she had a nightmare about Corey or Nick, telling her that it’s ok, you were there for her and she was safe. You needed to tell her you wanted to come home to her, no matter what time it was. You wanted to see her apron hung in the kitchen, or the mug she drank her nighttime tea out of, washed and left to dry in the dish strainer.

You wanted her to live with you.

She said she was ready to start singing at the club again and her first show was coming up on Saturday. You thought it would be the perfect time to ask her and really hoped she would say yes.

“I want her to live with me, Frankie.” You said to Frank with Maria sitting next to him, waiting for her show to start.

A smirk stretched across his face when he replied. “Well…I never thought I’d see the day, Bill. You’re really serious, aren’t you. Bill the Beaut…in love.”

Maria smiled and playfully slapped Frank on the shoulder. “Oh don’t tease him, Frank. I think it’s great and she’s wonderful, she really is Billy. We are SO happy for you.”

Even though you knew she loved you, you were still worried she might say no. “I just hope she says yes.”

As if right on cue, the lights went down and the spotlight appeared on the stage. She was ready.

You

It had been over a month since you performed last and it wasn’t exactly a happy memory so it was no wonder that your heart was beating out of your chest. The nervous flutters in your stomach wouldn’t stop but you closed your eyes in relief when you saw Billy, Frank and Maria at their usual table after walking out on stage.

Billy had his drink resting on the table next to the single red rose he planned on giving to you at some point tonight. He always gave you the most perfect rose every time, you wondered how much time he spent looking for the right one. He was a perfectionist, it only made sense that he would want your rose to be perfect also.

There were more people in the crowd than you were used to seeing, then again it had been awhile since you performed last, maybe people were excited to see you back. Under the bright lights, you settled into your spot while the audience applauded.

The faces you could make out gazed at you with wide smiles but no one had a bigger smile on their face than Billy. He was so happy you were back to doing what you loved to do.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. It feels really nice to be back and to see familiar faces again. I’ve missed being up here. This first song I’d like to do is dedicated to someone that I didn’t even like when I met him.”

The audience chuckled a little.

“And I’ll admit that I judged him too quickly but he surprised me and now I can’t picture my life without him. So Billy, my handsome hero, this one is for you…I hope you like it.”

Billy

Frank leaned in and whispered. “Which song is it, Bill?”

“I don’t know…she said she had been practicing a new song that she chose for me but she never let me hear it.” You said.

For you, there'll be no more crying For you, the sun will be shining And I feel that when I'm with you It's alright, I know it's right

To you, I'll give the world To you, I'll never be cold 'Cause I feel that when I'm with you It's alright, I know it's right

Her voice sounded even more beautiful than before, if that was even possible. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her as she moved toward your table while the lyrics permanently etched themselves onto your heart. The song reminded you of your relationship with her...give and take, the way it’s supposed to be.

And the songbirds are singing, Like they know the score And I love you, I love you, I love you Like never before

She did love you like never before. You never knew what it was like because you had been on your own from a young age, no one cared, and no one gave you a chance to be loved. She took a chance on you though, maybe against her better judgement but you would be forever grateful that she had.

And I wish you all the love in the world But most of all, I wish it from myself

Another smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and yours as well, her eyes were glassy but it didn’t hinder her performance at all.

And the songbirds keep singing Like they know the score And I love you, I love you, I love you Like never before, like never before, Like never before

If you had to pick one song and only one song for her to sing to you for the rest of your life, it would be Songbird. And it wasn’t just because she chose it specifically for you but because it was how you always wanted your relationship with her to be.

You planned to give her the world because even with all of your faults, she wanted you and…she loved you.

You

You barely got out the last notes before Billy stood up, cupped your cheeks and gently pressed his lips to yours, flashing his perfect smile at you as he pulled away, and mouthed “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You mouthed back with a smile.

It was hard to hear anything over the applause and the whistles but Billy leaned down and asked you in your ear. “Move in with me?”

Your expression softened. “Are you sure, Billy?”

“Please?” He asked. “I really love having someone to come home to and I want that someone to be you.”

You wiped a tear that trickled down your cheek.

“How can I say no to that?” You said with a warm smile. “But are you really sure?”

Billy brushed a second tear away from your cheek with his thumb.

“Yes, I am very sure sweet girl. I’ll try my best not to drive you crazy.” He said.

You snaked your arms around his neck, pushed yourself up onto your toes, and pressed yourself flush with his chest as you leaned in to kiss him again. Retreating back to look into his penetrating brown eyes, you smiled and said “You already drive me crazy, Mr. Russo but let’s try it under a shared roof.”

“Is that a yes?” He asked.

“Yes, Billy. I will move in with you.” You said with a warm smile. “Now let me finish my set, soldier.” And you gently pressed your lips to his as he handed you your rose.

Billy

She held onto that rose for the rest of her show just like every other one before it. She never put it down and song after song, you felt like she was singing only for you. People were wandering in off the street into the club just like you had done that first night, they were drawn to her like a moth to a flame but she didn’t seem to notice.

She only had eyes for you.

Her love for you was unexpected, it was pure, and at times you felt it was undeserving. What had you done in your life to deserve someone like her? You’ve been to war, been in combat and have done unspeakable things but she didn’t turn you away when you told her those stories or when you had those bad dreams.

“There’s no shame in bad dreams, Billy.” She had told you.

And maybe you were finally starting to believe her. She did everything to reassure you that you deserved to be loved, that what happened to you as a child wasn’t your fault, and how proud she was that you didn’t use it as an excuse but you used it to make yourself better, stronger, and successful.

She loved the man underneath the suit, helped heal your scars inside and out, and you would never be able to thank her enough for it.

She was exactly what you needed, she was your home, and all you had ever wanted.

She was your beautiful little Songbird.

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