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Being a Brooklyn Newsie and having a Crush on Spot Headcanons

‘Not a request! This is 1992 Movie!Spot, but eh, you can probably imagine either one for this situation. This turned out way longer than I thought it would, so enjoy.

ALSO Shoes is my OC. She is not from the movie/musical.

Being a Brooklyn Newsie and having a Crush on Spot Headcanons:

- So obviously, you’re a Newsie

- Originally you sold in the Bronx

- But after a couple fights with another Newsie, you decide it’s best to head out somewhere else

- You figured Brooklyn was the best choice

- Why you figured this, no one had any idea

- Anyway, enough backstory

- You’ve been selling in Brooklyn for about two months now

- And you’ve made many friends with the other Brooklyn Newsies

- You’ve even made acquaintances with Spot Conlon, their leader

- When you first meet him, you think he’s a bit arrogant

- But you learn quickly that he’s full of himself for good reasons

- All the boys/girls respect him, and you’re quick to follow

- He, in your own opinion, is a natural-born leader.

- You enjoy watching him shoot at things with his sling-shot

- You find it impressive how accurate his shots are

- It’s rare for Spot Conlon to miss a shot

- But when he does, he just brushes it off and shoots again

- It’s something you admire about him

- It’s on one of these days when you sit at the pier after a long day’s work

- And have some buttons undone because it’s so hot out

- And you’re watching him shoot at things that you realize you’ve fallen for his arrogant ass

- Your face turns redder than your button-up, and you immediately go for a walk to cool down

- You spend the next couple of day avoiding Spot completely

- You figure since you’re just another newsie that he won’t notice

- He does

- Because he’s seen you watching him shoot

- And he’s seen you hanging around the other newsies

- And he thinks you’re interesting

- So he definitely notices when you turn to walk in the other direction when he’s heading somewhere even remotely in your direction.

- So one day he gets Shoes, a sweet Brooklyn girlsie, to tell you that he’s looking for you

- And all you can think is

- “Great, guess I’m going to have to try Manhattan now.”

- You find Spot at the pier, shooting half-empty bottles of liquor.

- “You wanted to see me, Spot?”

- He takes another shot before he answers you.

- “You’s been avoiding me, Y/n?”

- Straight to the point, as per usual.

- “What makes you think that?”

- “You’s ain’t very subtle, doll.”

- “I don’t know what you’s is talkin’ about…”

- “Sure you don’t.”

- You two say nothing more.

- He stares you up and down.

- Silently, he holds out the slingshot to you

- You’re confused at first, but realize that he’s asking you to take a shot

- “I’ve never used one.”

- “Don’t matter. You’s think I’s known how to use one all my life? Everyone has to start somewhere.”

- You hesitantly comply

- Your first shot is horrible. It went nowhere in the direction of the bottles

- Spot spends almost the whole day teaching you how to shoot

- These meetings continue.

- He calls for you, you meet him at the pier, and you two shoot at bottles till the sun goes down

- The more you two meet up, the harder you fall for him.

- And while you don’t dread the meetups, you do dread messing up around him

- You just know that one day you’ll mess up and Spot will kick you out of Brooklyn

- One day you two are shooting together

- And he suddenly stops handing you rocks

- And you turn to ask him what’s wrong

- But the boy is gone

- And suddenly he’s the one avoiding you

- You ask Shoes if she knows what happened

- She just gives you a knowing look

- Spot, on the other hand, has fallen hard

-When he started shooting with you, it was to figure out what was so interesting about you

- Was it your voice?

- Your eyes?

-The way you spoke?

-The gorgeous smile you’d get on your face whenever someone made a-

- gorgeous?

- Gorgeous?!


- He realized his ‘crush’ when you that day when you were shooting bottles

- He was standing there watching you, twirling his cane

- You had your tongue poking out

- It had been raining earlier and your hair was damp

-Your cheeks were slightly reddish-pink from sunburn

- And all he could do was stare

- And he realized, just as you had, that he had fallen hard.

- But he’s King of Brooklyn

- He doesn’t have time for ‘love’ when he has a city to run

- Besides, if he had a gal/guy, the others may think he’s gone ‘soft’ and he didn’t need that

- But the  way you smile

- It makes his heart beat just a little bit faster

- Shoes, being her nosy self, has a talk with Spot

- “You’re ignorin’ Y/N.”

- “What?”

- “You’s heard me, Conlon.”

- “Shoes-”

- “Talk to ‘em.”

- “You’s sure you’re in any place to be makin’ demands, Shoes?”

- “I’s seen the way you look at ‘em, and the way they looks at you.”

- “You ‘ave a point?”

- “I’s got many points, Spot. But if you’s waste your shot with ‘em, you’re gonna regret it for tha rest’a your life.”

- That shut him up

- Because he knew it was true

- Shoes was proud of herself (and also a bit scared, because HOLY SHIT SHE JUST SMART-MOUTHED THE KING OF BROOKLYN)

- Anyways!

- It’s been around three weeks since Spot has called for you, when Shoes comes back around with this big ol’ shit-eating grin on her face

- “Spot wants ta see yah.”

- When you get to the pier, he has no sling-shot

- Actually, he’s drinking the liquor this time

-His hat has been thrown beside him, and the top two buttons of his shirt have been undone

- He doesn’t look nervous, but he’s shaking on the inside

- Without the liquor he would be shaking on the outside as well

- When he sees you coming over, he tosses the bottle off to the side.

- “Spot.”

- “Y/N.”

- “You’s wanted to see me?”

- “You’s don’t hafta act so formal.”

- “You’d don’t hafta ignore me for three weeks.”

- “Look who’s the pot callin’ tha kettle black.”

- “Screw you, Spot.”

- “Maybe afta we’s have a short talk, Y/N.”

- You blush. Whether it’s from embarrassment or anger, you can’t tell

- “What the ‘ell is there to talk about.”

- “You. Me. You and me.”

- “What about you and me?”

- “You like me.”

- “…”

- “and I like you.”

- “…”

- “Well, don’t go say everything on yer mind at once.”

- “How the ‘ell am I supposed to react to that?”

- You two are quiet. Then Spot’s getting up, waving his cane around a bit

- “You’s know what, this was a bad idea. Forget I’s said anythin’.”

- “Spot-”

- “I’ll see you’s around, Y/N.”

- “Spot-”

- “I-”

- You seize him by the suspenders, and kiss him hard

- Immediately his arms circle around you

- One hand goes to your hair, the other pulls you closer

- You move your hands to cup his face

- He tasted like liquor

- You don’t know how long you two kiss before he pulls away

- “Best way I’s ever seen someone react.”

- “Shuddup.”

- From then on, you’re his gal/guy

- No arguments

- No exceptions

- Not that you object

- But don’t think this means acting any different around the others

- Sure, there’s a little more affection there

- He holds your hands

- Maybe kisses your cheek

- But he can’t be seen as ‘soft’

- He still gets Shoes to call for you sometimes

- When you two are alone he’s the sweetest, clingiest motherfucker you’ve ever met

- He always has an arm around you

- Pressing kisses to your cheeks, and neck, and lips

- Eventually he becomes more comfortable with holding you around the boys

- But that takes a while

- A long while

- Lastly, hoo boi, the first time you see him laugh really hard?

- His eyes are closed

- He has the largest smile

- He’s hunched over holding his stomach

- And you’re mesmerised because he looks SO BEAUTIFUL

- Life with Spot is great

- You love each other very much

- Couple goals



Optimus has told me you’re trying to make another sparkling.

Congratulations. B]


I’m so Very Upset about Nowi in the Halloween banner for so many reasons, so here is my proposal, Intelligent Systems: A sexy witch that is a) Actually sexy, since she doesn’t look like a child and b) Actually a witch

Take Care - A Sasil Fic

Just a little day-in-the-life-of fluffy fic. One shot for now. @parisian-nicole

Sally Ann sat in the passenger seat of Frida’s car. “Thanks for goin’ shoppin’ with me.”

Frida laughed. “The thanks belongs to you. I been needin’ a good reason to get outta my place for days. Plus, what kinda woman doesn’t enjoy a lil bargain’ huntin’?”

“True.” Sally Ann unbuckled her seatbelt as Frida put the car in park outside of her and Hasil’s new apartment.

“Your man’s done good earnin’ y'all some cash.”

Sally Ann nodded as she started gathering shopping bags into her arms. She was proud of Hasil, but his new method of earning income left her nerves on edge. “Yeah. He’s done good. Just can’t wait until I can find somethin’ and contribute too.”

“Hey now.” Frida wagged her finger at her new friend. “You’re busy growin’ his baby and makin’ your home a home. Take a little credit for what you’re doin’ now. You’ll find somethin’ else soon enough.”

“I know. I just…”

“You’re worried ‘bout him.” Frida gave her a sweet smile. “I don’t need my psychic powers to tell that much.” She pulled a plastic shopping bag from the backseat and held it up. “I mean, this whole damn thing is filled with first aid stuff.” Frida continued when Sally Ann gave no response. “Look sweetie, I know the feelin’. Butch’s line of work ain’t the sorta thing that leaves me restin’ easy at night either. You just gotta hope it’s temporary you know. I play my numbers every week and one day Butch and I are gonna hit it big. Then we’ll be livin’ up in a mansion somewhere far from here… and we’ll adopt 'bout ten babies.”

This made Sally Ann laugh.

“Seriously though. Keep prayin’, support him, and work hard… and when that ain’t enough, you find somethin’ to keep your mind busy… like gettin’ that nasty ass apartment of y'alls clean. Come on.”

The girls spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening scrubbing the apartment from top to bottom. Sally Ann couldn’t remember ever feeling more exhausted. She leaned against the kitchen counter and guzzled a glass of water.

“Well.” Frida stood in the middle of the living room with her hands on her hips. “It still looks like shit in here, but at least it smells better. I’d say it was a productive day.” She checked her phone. “Butch texted. He says Hasil is with him.”

“Good. I was wonderin’ why he wasn’t home yet.” Sally Ann smiled at her first reference to their home. She hadn’t seen Hasil since they got the keys to their place early that morning. He’d taken on another day job, but made sure to pack his own food and water this time.

“They’ll be back soon. Butch asked me to order some Chinese for dinner.”

Sally Ann’s stomach did a back flip at the mere mention of food. “That sounds good.”

“Well what d'y'all want? Dinner is on me. I can practically hear that poor fetus begging for nourishment from here.”

“Oh I couldn’t. You’ve already done so—”

“Hush now and take what’s offered to ya. I’ll have it delivered here and just take our stuff on home. What d'ya want?”

Sally Ann set up a little dinner picnic on the floor since the only furniture she and Hasil had at the moment was the mattress lying in the center of the living room. She lit some candles and transferred the food from the to-go cartons to the dishes she picked up at the thrift store. The apartment didn’t look so bad in the soft light. She’d just finished pouring a couple of glasses of water when she heard Hasil unlocking the front door.

“Sally Ann?” he called out before even looking up. “Oh, there ya are. Hey.” He placed his hand on the small of her back as he leaned in for a quick kiss. “How was your day?” His eyes drifted around the small apartment. “You been busy. It looks nice in here.” His eyes landed on the food. “Smells good too.”

Sally Ann laughed. “You hungry?”


“Good. Frida bought us dinner. We’ve got some fried rice, beef and broccoli, General Tso’s chicken—”

“Whose chicken?”

She snorted out a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Go wash your hands.”

Sally Ann turned on the old little radio she and Frida found at a yard sale that morning. It helped to drown out the sound of their noisy neighbors. She passed Hasil his plate once he sat down and watched as he began to devour the food. “You weren’t lyin’ when you said you were hungry.”

He nodded, mouth full of broccoli.

“You’ll have to pack a bigger lunch next time you go out.”

Hasil finished chewing what was in his mouth and set down his plate. “Honestly, Sally Ann, goin’ out there feels like such a waste of time and energy. One night fightin’ I can make what I’d get off a week layin’ bricks and spreadin’ tar… prob'ly more'n that. I was wantin’ to talk to ya 'bout it because tomorrow night—”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Now wait a minute, hear me out. There’s a fight tomorrow night and Butch says I could take this guy easy. He—”

“Hasil no. Your face isn’t even healed from your last fight yet.”

He used his fork to push his rice into a little mountain on his plate and chuckled. “Well I won’t let 'im hit me in the face.”

“Hasil this isn’t funny.”

He put his fork down and took her hand. “I know. I know. But we need the paper, right? You said yourself you oughta be goin’ to the doctor every month and you ain’t been yet. Let me do this fight, and we’ll use that cash to get ya to the doctor, alrigh’?”

She knew he was right, but she didn’t want to agree to it. Not yet. Instead she pouted and picked up her plate.

Hasil grinned, knowing that she had silently conceded. “Everythin’ will be okay.” He studied her as she began to eat her food and quickly traded his smile for a frown. “Oh c'mon Sally Ann, now you’re jus’ bein’ dramatic. We ain’t that bad off. You ain’t gotta eat your dinner with sticks. Here.” He picked up a spare fork and held it out to her.

She nearly choked on her food with laughter and spent the next few minutes showing Hasil how to use chopsticks. The mood was instantly lightened and they were able to finish their meal in peace.

Hasil patted his belly. “That was good. I’m full.”

“Wait, you gotta make room for dessert.” Sally Ann got up and dug around the bottom of the brown paper sack that everything came in. “Fortune cookies.”

Hasil raised an eyebrow. “Fortune cookies?”

She passed Hasil one of the small packaged treats. “Yeah. Inside there is a paper with your fortune on it. Break open the cookie and I’ll read it. It’s just for fun.”

“Alrigh’.” He took off the wrapper and broke open the cookie.

“See? There it is.” Sally Ann watched Hasil pull out the thin white strip of paper. “You know how to make it more fun?” she asked.

He laughed and handed her the paper. “No.”

“Say 'in bed’ right after I read your fortune.”

Hasil looked a little confused, but nodded.

“Okay. Ready? 'An unexpected relationship will become permanent…’”

“In bed,” Hasil added quickly.

Sally Ann rolled on the floor laughing.

Hasil scratched his head, more humored by Sally Ann’s reaction than the actual fortune. “Well we did make a baby in bed and tha’s pretty damn permanent.” He ran his hand over his mustache. “Open yours.”

She composed herself and cracked open her cookie. “'Tell them what you really think. Otherwise nothing will change… ’”

“In bed.” He chuckled. “These cookies are pretty smart.” He leaned over onto all fours to give her a kiss. “Thanks for dinner. Thanks for makin’ our place nice and clean too.” He kissed her again. Longer this time. Her eyes stayed closed a few seconds after he pulled away. “Tell me what ya really think,” he said with a small grin.

“I think… I like that. And I’d like some more… after you shower.”

He tapped the side of her jaw. “Sounds good to me.” He got up and took a few steps toward the bathroom before pausing. “Hey we gotta pay for that shower water?”

Sally Ann gathered up their dishes and put them in the sink. “Yeah. We gotta pay for everything.”

He shrugged. “Then what do you say we knock out two showers in one?”

She rolled her eyes at his suggestive tone, but couldn’t deny that he had a good point. “Okay, but no funny business or we’ll end up usin’ more than we would separately.”

Hasil shrugged. “There ain’t nothin’ funny 'bout what I was thinkin’.”

Sally Ann could feel heat rush her cheeks as she smiled and shook her head at her guy. “You know what I mean Hasil. I’ll be in there in a second.” She cleaned up the remains of their dinner and went to meet him in the bathroom. His dirty clothes were in a neat little pile on the floor and she could see his handsome silhouette through the shower curtain.

“C'mon in,” he called. “This thing here is 'bout one of the best inventions y'all got. This and Chinese food.”

“I don’t know if you can really call Chinese food an invention exactly. Maybe the fortune cookies.”

“That don’t make no sense.”

Sally Ann laughed. “Yeah it does.” She climbed in the shower behind him and gasped when the water touched her skin. Chill bumps quickly spread over her entire body. “Hasil this water is freezing! Do you not know you can make it warm?” She reached over and turned the dial toward hot.

“What ya talkin’ 'bout? I did make it warm. And holy—”

She watched as Hasil squirmed and bounced around to get from beneath what he registered as very, very hot water.

“Holy hell woman. How are ya’ standin’ in that?”

“It’s not even that hot.” She laughed at the way he reached his arm around and tried to adjust the temperature without letting the water touch him. They fought back and forth until they both realized a compromise would never be found. There was nothing sexy about the way they quickly scrubbed down and got out.

Sally Ann collapsed onto the mattress and watched Hasil gather up the trash to take out. She’d forgotten to pick up a waste bin while she was shopping earlier.

“Be right back,” he said before disappearing out the front door. He returned just a couple of minutes later. “Kinda thought you’d be asleep before I got back.” He locked the door and stepped out of his boots.

Sally Ann snuggled into the clean sheets. “No. I’m beat, but not super sleepy yet.”

“Yeah, well you did a lot today.”

“So did you.”

He nodded and pulled his tank top over his head. “It’s 'bout to rain.”

“Good. I like rainy nights.” She reached an arm out toward him. “Come get in bed.”

He smirked at her and did as he was told. She was resting on her side and he matched his body behind hers like a puzzle piece. They lay in silence for several minutes until thunder rolled and the sky broke open.

“There’s the rain,” Sally Ann said.

“There’s the rain.”

She pulled on his arm a little so he’d wrap it tighter around her. “Hasil?”


“I’m glad you’re here with me. I know how hard it was to leave your family.”

“It was hard…” He paused. “It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but it was also one of the easiest. If tha’ makes any sense.”

Sally Ann hoped he’d elaborate, and after a few moments, he did.

“Ya see, my family is up on tha’ mountain…But it’s also here.” He shifted his arm so that his hand rested over her lower belly. “And here.” He gently kissed the back of her neck. “And it’s here.” He moved his mouth to her exposed shoulder and pressed his lips to her skin again. “And here.” He continued to plant kisses on every bit of her skin that he could reach, his tickly mustache forcing giggles out of her as he did. “I’ll take care of ya,” he whispered in her ear as she settled down.

“I’ll take care of you, too.”

Hasil woke up in the middle of the night sprawled across the middle of the mattress. He sat up and looked around in the darkness. “Sally Ann?”

She didn’t answer, but he could see that the light was on in the bathroom. He stood and parted the blinds to look outside. The rain was coming down in sheets. He watched it as he waited for Sally Ann to come out. When she didn’t show after a few minutes, he went and gently knocked on the door. “Sally Ann? You okay?”


“You don’t sound okay.” He tried turning the door knob, but it was locked. “Sally Ann open the door.”

“Hasil go back to sleep. You don't—” Her words were exchanged for forceful heaving.

He knocked on the door again. “Sally Ann come on. Don’t be hard headed. Let me in.”

The only response was the sound of her puking into the toilet bowl and it made Hasil wish he were home up the mountain. Not because he wanted to be away from her, but because it’d be so much easier to help. She wouldn’t be able to lock herself away from him and he’d be able to dig up some fresh ginger root and make some tea to settle her stomach. He walked to the kitchen to get her a glass of water instead.

“Sally Ann open the door,” he said when he returned.

“Hasil I’m fine really.” He’d never seen her sick before. They’d been dealing with so much hard reality. She just wanted to preserve a little bit of the fairytale.

He stared at the thin wooden door thinking about how easy it’d be to just bust it open, but he couldn’t do that because fixing it would cost money they didn’t have. He drummed on the door frame as he thought about what he could say to get her to let him in. He knocked yet again when the words came to him. “I know you didn’t forget that quick, Sally Ann.”

The toilet flushed. “Forget what?”

“The las’ thing we said ta one another before we fell asleep.”

There was a pause, some rustling, and the sound of the door unlocking. She stood there looking sweaty and miserable.

“You gon let me take care of ya?”

She nodded and returned to her spot on the floor near the toilet. Hasil dampened a clean washcloth with cool water and sat on the edge of the tub. She leaned back against his knees and let him place the cloth on her forehead. “How long you been in here like this?”

She closed her eyes and tried to breathe through the queasy feeling in her stomach. “I dunno. Maybe an hour?”

“What’s got ya sick? The Chinese food or the baby?”

“Pretty sure it’s the baby.”

“Well that ain’t very nice of him.”

She cracked a small smile.

“We’re gonna have t’ work on his manners. Here, drink some water.” He watched her take a few small sips and then encouraged her to take a few more.

“Do you think it’s a boy?” she asked.

He thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess that’s what I’ve been imaginin’, but I think I’d be pretty taken by a little baby girl that looks just like you.”

Sally Ann leaned over the toilet and hurled again.

“I mean maybe not like ya in this exact momen’—”

She reached behind herself to slap at him as she continued to be sick.

“I’m just teasin’,” he said as he rubbed her back.

It was another hour before the nausea faded. Sally Ann fell asleep with her head in his lap. He sat there on the bathroom floor for a while. He looked at the peeling paint on the walls, listened to the sound of the rain, felt the rise and fall of Sally Ann’s chest against his legs and was content. Soon his own eyes grew heavy, so he carefully lifted Sally Ann from the ground and carried her back to bed with him. “We’ll be alrigh’,” he said aloud before falling back asleep.


It’d be a while before I can make all the art for the deparmtments so here is a list of them with a brief description of what they look like.

Because the reality in the building is so loose the Dreamons often warp their own deparmtments to suit their own taste and needs. The results can be a bit jarring for most as you can pass from a door into a meadow or even enter a graveyard, this place is full of surprises.

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ok i dont agree with veganism and i dont have any vegan friends, but im watching this cooking show on youtube that makes me wish i knew a vegan bitch so i could make them a vegan blueberry pie, this shit is so tight

bladestonepunked  asked:

*comes streaking down the hall and is about to tackle bendy the slips on ink and falls to the floor* Long time no see bendy! How've you been doing?

“Long time no see—YOWZA!!” Bendy shouted before running to Blade, “Are ya okay, Blade?” He asked holding his hand out to offer help, “Ya ought to be careful, the pipes recently bursted in this place and is makin’ a mess here.” He sighed, “I’ve been well tho hehehe causing hell as usual. How’ve you been, pal?” He grinned


Notes: Request from anon.  Sabo’s never really been one for executions, especially not in a place like Loguetown.  (makin’ me rewatch episodes ‘n shit…this was fun to write, though)

It’s raining.  Of course it’s raining.  It’s not like Sabo wanted to stay dry or anything ridiculous like that.  What’s the fun of being outside if he doesn’t get absolutely soaked in three seconds flat?

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I am all for the Captain Canary headcanon that Sara is messy and the lack of order in her routine disturbs Leonard to his core. 

This headcanon kinda turned into a fic so if you want me to write it let me know because it was kind of fun. 

Where the first time he enters her room, everything is in disarray; her bed is unmade to the point where the pillow is on the floor and the blanket looks like it was very literally thrown off and she never made any attempts to straighten it back. Her White Canary outfit is just laying on the floor partially balled up and there are clothes strewn around a laundry hamper as if she was aiming for it but missed which is odd because precision is one of her special skills. Leonard for all of his effort only widens his eyes slightly at the horror he sees before him but then drawls, “wow, bird, you didn’t have to go through all the trouble of makin this place so nice for little ol’ me” . Now mind you the room doesn’t look that bad by regular standards but this is Leonard Snart we’re talking about and to him this looks like a bloodbath. 

I imagine Leonard thinking he is sneaky by cleaning her room behind her back (because if she can’t see how much of a desolate junkyard it is now, she won’t notice when it’s clean is his logic). But one day she seems to be looking for something and is tearing up all of his hard work in the process and bites his lip to keep from scolding her about it. But suddenly she asks, “Lenny, where are my throwing stars” in the storage bin under your bed but he’s not supposed to know that so he just stares at her, feigns ignorance “how the hell should I know?” he deadpans picking disinterestedly at his nails but then Sara turns around and her eyes are amused in a way that her mouth is not and says, “you’re the one who cleans” as if it’s obvious and all his work at being discreet was for nooothing and the unspoken thing is that he’s the one who cleans in this relationship because they most definitely have a thing and he’s definitely been sleeping in her bed and if he looked at the coat rack he could definitely see his parka hanging with her White Canary jacket and his cold gun next to her katana sword on the large dresser across the room and yeah he guesses he lives there and he does the cleaning in the relationship. 

Echo (1/2)

Title: Echo
Rating: T (For mental illness, mentions of abuse)
Characters: Huamn!Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Summary:Human AU— John Smith is a hurt man with a bad past and very little hope for the future. But Rose Tyler isn’t about to be scared away by his demons.
Notes: As mentioned in the rating, this story does get into mental illness – specifically depression, anxiety, and dissociative identity disorder (multiple personality disorder). The mentions of abuse will come later. But if any of that makes you uncomfortable, this might not be the story for you.
I also recommend you listen to Echo by Jason Walker (which I obviously borrowed the title from) because A) it’s an excellent song and B) I think it fits John.

It hadn’t been agood day.

As a matter of fact it had been anutterly awful day, and John just wanted to get into his apartment and get his groceries put away and just curl up with a book or something.

Of course his plans were derailed by the obstacle he encountered when he walked around the corner.

“Oh, sorry!” He yelped as he ran into someone. He took a step back quickly. “Sorry, sorry, I…uh…” All thought processes shut down when he saw the woman. She was…beautiful. “Hi.”

“Hi,” the woman said with a smile. “Sorry, I should’ve been paying attention. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” John said quickly. “Are you? I think that was my fault.”

“I’m alright.” Blimey she was beautiful. “I’m Rose, nice to meet you. I just moved in down the hall.”

“Oh, four-b, right?” John asked without thinking. “I’m uh…next to you. Four-c. Heard you moving in over the weekend.”

“Yeah I imagine it was hard to miss my mate Mickey. He was whinin’ the entire time. Sorry about that. I promise he won’t be around often.”

“Oh, it’s fine. Moving is hard. Oh! I’m John by the way.” He had never introduced himself. Wasn’t that just bloody brilliant. Rose laughed.

“Well it’s nice to meet you John.”

“And you.” He regarded her for a moment before throwing caution to the winds. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me one night?”

Rose raised an eyebrow at that, but the fact that she didn’t look immediately repulsed was reassuring. “That was fast.”

“Well either you like me or you don’t. I figured I would save us both a lot of awkward flirting.”

A small smile pulled at Rose’s lips. “I do appreciate the candor. Okay. How about Friday night?”

John beamed. “Brilliant. I would love that. I’ll pick you up around six?”

“You know where I live.”

This day, John thought as he let himself into his apartment, grinning, had gotten a lot better.

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