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darth-el · 4 years

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You’re So Damn Hypnotised

Pairing: Billy x Reader Warnings: Oh boy where do I start? Drugs (weed and cocaine), alcohol, descriptions of (really bad) sex, underage drinking and just general debauchery because. I’m going to say angst as well and there will most likely be smut in part 2 if you want. Probably going to do a little 18+ warning here as well Song Request: You’ll be Fine - Palaye Royale A/N: This is 5472 words. My longest one to date and I’m nowhere near done so part 2 is heading your way. The song to me felt like it had a seedy undertone to it so this is just pure sleaze on a road trip. I also took another bit of inspiration with the record label stuff from a program called Vinyl as I thought it would work well with this. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcomed. I am also English so I have no idea how long it takes to get from one place to another by road in the USA.

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Part 2

Your life in London was fast and energetic. You were the daughter of punks who hung around SEX. After school you always went there and met your parents who would have been smoking joints with the people who turned out to be the punk icons. Your first joint was given to you by Sid Vicious when you were about ten. No one believed that when you told them. Your father started working for a large record label when you were five and transferred to New York when you were fourteen with a seventeen year old. You had never forgiven him for that, your mother blamed you for the end of their relationship which left your relationship with her strained. After your dad left she decided to study science and become a scientist, her logic was “I was good with drugs.” It became even more strained when she announced that you were moving to America as well. You hoped she meant to New York so you could be near your dad. This was not the case at all. She showed you your worst nightmare. It was called Hawkins. This was the America you had seen in films, it tried to be wholesome and patriotic. Within the first night of being there you had already found yourself driving to Indianapolis, but you were stopped when the cops pulled you over saying that the car, (your dad had bought you as a way to say “Welcome to America, I'll be father of the year from a distance”) was stolen. You still hadn't forgiven her for that.

Your first month at school was a whirlwind. Within that month your dad rang you to let you know that he wanted you to drive to LA with a friend, stop over Las Vegas, just because he knew you would like it and see a band he thought was called “Red Peppers” at a club on New Years Eve because he wanted to potentially sign them. It was going to be all expense paid and he was going to send you the money for gas, motels, and anything else you needed. The only problem was you didn't have any friends to go with. That was until one night you got really drunk at Tina's Christmas party. You were always spontaneous. You went to Barcelona with people you met two days before and spent the summer on a house boat with people you had met two hours into arriving in Barcelona. When you came back your mother fell through the floor which you thought was a bit unfair because you left her note. Her argument was that you were sixteen and they were in their twenties. Feeling spontaneous and drunk you ended up finding yourself locked in a bathroom with Billy, you laying in the bath with a joint and a bottle of whiskey you bought yourself, him sitting on the counter next to the sink also with a joint you had rolled for him planning the road trip to LA.

He dropped you off and you pulled him into your house and into your room, which was decorated with photos that gave him a glimpse of your past life. There were a couple that really caught his eye. One of you laying in bed with a lace bra on, red lips, cigarette hanging out of your mouth. Love bites covering your exposed skin as you stared down the lens of the camera. “16th Birthday” There was a little heart next to it which acted like your signature. The other one of you was you sitting on Tommy Lee's lap legs up in the air as you're leaning back laughing holding a bottle of champagne. “Motley Crue – 27/03/83” it read with the little heart on it. He didn't really think much of you at school as you kept your head down and when he did think of you he thought you were an uptight bitch who wasn't interested in him. You made that clear the first day when you were like stone when he hit on you. There was more to you that met the eye. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol but he was intrigued.

The December air was crisp outside. You were hoping LA was going to be warm, you craved the winter sun. You wrapped yourself up in a couple of blankets and made your way downstairs with your suitcases, with Billy's help. You were both drunkenly laughing trying to be quiet and also not trying to fall down the stairs due to the blankets that were wrapped around you. The moon illuminated the street as you walked to Billy's car you were dancing under the light the moon with your blankets still wrapped around you swaying with your movements. For the first time since moving to Hawkins you felt free and alive.

You both started to sober up, by that point it was too late to turn back. You were way into Illinois. Your feet were resting up on the dash you were sunk into your seat with arms resting and hanging over the back of your seat. Billy had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. There was a spark in the air. You looked at Billy whose eyes were stuck on the road. A month ago you were indifferent to him. He thought he was king of the school, he was egotistical. He was charming. He was like every guy you had dated. That's exactly why in your drunken state you chose him for this road trip. There was a comfort in the familiarity. He thought you were unlike anyone he ever met. It was like you were leading this double life. You were hard working at school, and quiet. He didn't realise you had an edge and that edge was sharp and a secret party animal who partied with the best it seemed. He realised when he was sitting in Tina's bathroom you gave him a way to escape from his family, even if it was for just over a week. This was the first time since he was a child that he felt carefree.

After a few hours you both realised you were getting tired and hadn't slept for almost a day. You found an old motel, you didn't know where you were. You didn't even know if you were heading in the right direction but to be honest you didn't care. You could have ended up in Mexico and you would have been happy. If you ended up in Canada you would have be slightly less happy. As you walked to the desk to check in you could tell this was motel was for truckers and affairs. It was musty and looked like it hadn't been decorated since the 1960's and hadn't been cleaned since the 1970's. You didn't care though, you felt an affinity to places like this.

“Room for two?” The girl didn't look up as she was chewing gum and filing her nails.

“You got it doll.” Billy leaned on the desk putting on his award winning charm which made the girl look up at him and as she handed him the key you noticed their hands touched, most likely by design on Billy's part causing her to blush. You rolled your eyes at this as you snatched the key from him as you were getting tired and wanted to sleep and made your way to the room. You opened the door and it was smokey. The walls were a dirty pink, with yellow smoke stains and god knows what else. The bathroom light when you switched it on was buzzing and flickering. Everything in the bathroom was avocado green and also stained with hard water. You were quite shocked there was no mould. You dumped yourself on the bed that you claimed and laid down on it as Billy walked through the door with his luggage and dumping it down next what was going to be his bed for the night. He looked at the TV in the corner which looked like it was from the 1960's and had seen better days. He sat on the edge of his bed and lit up a cigarette and turned on the TV. You walked into the bathroom to get out of your dress from the party and ready to go to sleep as tiredness had washed over you and you wanted to sleep through a potential hangover. You walked out the bathroom wearing nothing but a white loose fitting t-shirt and black panties that were nothing special, but they were comfortable. Billy snapped his eyes off the old black and white television and looked like he was eating you up with his eyes. You sat on you bed and grabbed another cigarette. Before you could even light it yourself Billy had stretched over to you with his lighter aflame ready to light it for you. You smiled at him softly and he matched your smile. You laid back on your bed resting on the headboard watching what was happening on the screen but not really taking it in.

“How long do you think until we get to Vegas?” You asked flicking the ash into the ash tray which was on the table which separated your bed.

“If we're going in the right direction, two days max,” Billy shrugged making himself more comfortable on his bed. When the cigarette had reached the end and you stubbed it out climbed under the blankets. “Do you want me to turn it off?” Billy asked as he went to the grab the control in preparation for the “yes.”

“I like the background noise while I sleep.” You said gently as you yawned and sinking further into the bed. Billy shrugged at this answer and made himself even more comfortable.

You woke up a few hours later with your hangover looming over you. Billy was asleep still as you quietly crept outside hoping there was a convenient store nearby as you had a craving for candy and a slurpee. You asked the girl at the reception if there was a 7/11 nearby, after not getting much of an answer out of her you decide to walk along the empty road in hopes of something that could help with your sugar craving. You gave up after about ten minutes as it was too cold for your liking and you weren't prepared to freeze to death for a slurpee. You walked back to your room to find Billy was in the shower. You plonked yourself down on the bed and deciding to watch the frazzled television. Billy came out of the bathroom not expecting you to be there as he was wrapped in nothing but in a towel. His wet hair clung to his wet skin. You couldn't help but notice the how the water droplets rolled down his chest.

“Bathroom is free if you want it.” He mumbled looking at you, as you looked at him biting you lip. You weren't sure if reality was going to hit you and make you both realise that this was not a good idea or if this would go in a completely direction.

“Thanks,” You slightly shook your head as if to snap yourself out of thought. “By the way it is cold out there.” You looked at him over your shoulder smiling before closing the door behind you. The light was making your headache worse. You turned on the shower and there wasn't much hot water so you had to make do. The lukewarm water was definitely not what you needed after venturing outside. The water started to chuck out cold making you yelp from the shock of it. You heard Billy knock on the door. “Are you okay in there?” He sounded mildly concerned. Partially because if you had slipped over and injured yourself he didn't want to walk in on you naked and potentially covered in blood.

“The water is cold!” You answered back as you tried to manoeuvrer yourself so you could wash your hair without getting too much cold water on you. You finally bit the bullet and plunged yourself fully into the cold water, making you curse like a sailor loudly.

You got out the shower and wrapped the towel around you and made your way into the room where Billy was sitting in his jeans and a white vest smoking a cigarette. You went into your suitcase and pulled out some clothes for the day. You could feel Billy's eyes on you. As you walked back into the bathroom you took Billy's cigarette out from between his lips and started smoking it yourself winking at him before closing bathroom door to get changed. You both decided to check out and make your way to Las Vegas which would probably take another day or so.

You managed to reach Colorado and the scenery was snowy and beautiful. You were once again relaxed in the passenger seat with your Polaroid camera in your lap. You were looking at Billy who was smoking, you never realised how much of a heavy smoker he was.

“Do you want play a game?” You asked breaking the silence.

“What game?” He looked at you like you were interrogating him.

“20 questions,” You sat up so you were kneeling on the seat facing him and you lit up a cigarette and smiled.

“You go first,” His eyes went back to the road sounding unsure about this. You pursed your lips in thought and took a drag of your cigarette.

“First kiss?” You blurted out. He looked at you a bit shocked at how quickly you asked the question, as he shifted in his seat.

“I was 10,” He said nonchalantly hoping that would be it, but he caught you out the corner of his eyes looking at him like you wanted more information. “Her name was Sammy and she was a neighbour who I had crush on.” He confessed quietly.

“I can't imagine you as a child,” You laughed as you exhaled creating smoke rings. This garnered his interest for some reason. “Were you as cocky then as you are now?” You teased making him laugh slightly.

“I was worse, especially after that kiss,” he sighed. You could see that he was slowly becoming more relaxed around you. “What about yours?” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I was nine or ten,” You sat up slightly to roll the window so you could throw butt of the cigarette out. “We were playing kiss chase. It was so bad. It was literally all teeth.” You laughed at this memory and you could feel the clanking of teeth again which made you cringe in your seat.

“First time?” He asked with a slightly cocky smile on his face.

“It was so bad,” You giggled. “Okay, I was sixteen as was he. I was his first girlfriend and we decided to take the plunge...because his parents were out,” You start laughing even more. “It was awkward, it was painful, and foreplay was not part of his vocabulary. I literally timed him and he lasted for 90 seconds. After that, hearing 'you're so tight' makes me cringe,” You laughed hard and adjusted your position in the seat. “Yours?” You were still laughing as was he.

“Better than yours,” he was laughing at the thought of some fourteen year old boy thinking he was a sex god when in reality the girl was timing him because she wanted it over and done with. “I was sixteen. I was at a party, and I ended up talking to this smoking hot girl,”

“How hot?” You asked curiously.

“Think Brooke Shields, but hotter,” You raised your eyebrows in response partially because you wouldn't have clocked him as a Brooke Shields fan. “She was more experienced, knew what she liked and wasn't afraid to tell me. Turned out all the guys wanted to sleep with her, when they found I did...” His smile was still cocky as he took a drag on his cigarette.

“In came King Billy,” You giggled and he pointed at you with his cigarette and nodded. “Staying on the subjects of firsts, first memory?” You beamed a cheesy smile up at him, not that he was looking.

“I'm not sure how old I was, but I vaguely remember my mom carrying me and we're in our kitchen and she's dancing to Janis Joplin,” He sighed, taking another drag and throwing it out the window. “You?”

“I think it was my parents arguing in the next room over, I always knew when they argued because there were more holes in the wall,” You lit up a cigarette as you sank back into your seat. He stared at you blankly. The way you presented yourself gave him the impression your life was far removed from that. “Eyes on the road Hargrove!” You scolded him with no malicious intent as you thought you were going to crash as you couldn't see properly over the dash.

“The road is empty,” He laughed at your overreaction which made you roll your eyes. He wasn't exactly the safest driver at the best of times. “Worst sex you've had?” He tried to subtly look at you so he wouldn't going to get in trouble again.

“Before I moved here,” You had a think and tapped your chin with your fingers rhythmically. You stared off into the distance and you could see mountains line the horizon. “I slept with a yuppie, like I often did. He was coked up. Like they often were. We get back to his and he is obviously addicted as he can't get it up,” You bit your lips as you were telling this story because you couldn't believe you were telling Billy it.

“Jesus,” Billy laughed loudly.

“There's more,” You matched Billy's laugh somehow.

“More?” Billy sounded shocked at how much worse it could get.

“He goes to the bathroom, and comes back completely naked with a hard on, he does what he needs to do. Until I realise I am fucking numb down there,” Billy's eyes were as wide as dinner plates hearing this.

“Did he-” Billy could barely get his words out.

“Coke on the dick,” You nodded stifling your laugh. “I now need to hear yours to make me feel better.” You teased slightly as you went to take a photo of Billy who was lighting another cigarette.

“Also before I moved to that shithole,” Billy's eyes were glued to the road so he could avoid eye contact. “I met this woman on the beach who was very impressed with my surfing,” He smiled and you looked at him curiously. “She's trying every move in the book to get me back to her place,”

“Something you must have experience in,” You teased and a cigarette packet hit you in the face.

“It worked,” Billy laughed wondering how it worked in hindsight.

“Of course,” You threw the cigarette packet back at him and you felt pleased when it hit him in the face.

“We go back to hers, she's not enthused or anything. It's radio silent. Next thing she is shouting the name 'Will' loudly and the bedroom door opens and it's her boyfriend who chases me out of the house.” You burst out laughing at this which made you feel better about your own bad experience. You pull a pen out of your jacket pocket and scribbled “20 Questions – 23/12/84” and put your signature heart on it. He watched you curiously.

The rest of the journey involved you and him talking about childhood memories. Both the good and bad, funny sex stories, and comparing arrests. It shocked him that you had been arrested more than him. He started to realise you were not who he expected. You were mysterious, you were spontaneous, and he was actually enjoying your company. He wanted to know everything about you. You were sitting way down in your seat with your legs now hanging out of the window when the car started to overheat making Billy pull over so it could cool down. You were sitting on the opposite side of the empty road to him watching him as he smoked a cigarette with his sunglasses on and leaning against the car with foot resting on it. He was in his leather jacket and a white shirt. The sun was beating down on him. He almost looked like James Dean, if James Dean had a mullet or was an 80's icon. You took a photo of him without him realising. His mind elsewhere. You walked over to him smiling with the photo that was slowly developing and you leaned on the roof of the car and grabbed a pen out of your jacket pocket. “Somewhere in the Nevada Desert – 24/12/84” it read with the heart next to it. Billy looked at you and held out his hand as if he was asking for the camera. You handed it to him feeling slightly confused. “Hood,” He stated not making the confusion go away as he pulled it closed so you could sit on it. “Any damage, you're paying for it,” He helped you climb on which was difficult as your dress didn't allow any room for any serious movement. The moment he put the camera to his face your inner model came out. “Stay there.” He instructed as he went to the car to get more film. When he came back he started to take more photos of you while you more natural. You slid off the hood and walked over to him and rested your chin on his shoulder as you watched the photos develop. It was the natural ones that caught your eye more than anything.

“Not bad Hargrove.” You smiled up at him. Your favourite one was of you laughing and moving your hair out of your face, that was the one you decided you had to keep. Billy kept one of you looking seductive which did not surprise you in the least.

Once you were back in the car and driving you still had your legs hanging out the window. You took a photo of your legs which once the photo had developed you saw that there was cactus in the background as well which made happy. You titled it “Hawkins to LA – 24/12/84”. You looked up at Billy who was focused on the road. “How much longer?” You asked watching him, he looked down at you now focusing on your intently smiling.

“Between 20 minutes and three hours.” He laughed as you took a photo of him. You decided to title it “Between 20 minutes and 3 hours – 24/12/84”.

WELCOME TO LAS VEGAS population 530,000 the sign read as you drove past it. The sun had set and the lights and noise overstimulated the senses. You hung out of the car window taking a photo of the road ahead. You ducked back into the car and named the photo “population 530,000 - 24/12/84” Everything was garish and tacky. You instantly knew why it was called Sin City. You both found a cheap hotel which was just off the strip. The hotel looked like it was the place CEOs took their mistresses when they wanted to hide their affairs. Your room only had a double bed much to your annoyance. The air smelt of the pheromones left behind by the last people. Billy was fearful of what he was going to find in this room and in the bathroom. You felt at ease here. You were getting slightly worried about why you felt so at home in these crappy motels. You dumped your bags down and made your way to the bathroom so you could brush your teeth before you hopped in the shower.

“You ever been to a strip club?” You smiled at Billy leaning against the door frame as you brushed your teeth.

“Why do you ask?” He sounded somewhat defensive. He felt somewhat embarrassed because one thing this road trip had taught him so far was that you were two steps above him when it came to sex and anything debauched. No one had given him a run for his money like you had. As you walked into the bathroom to spit the toothpaste out he followed you and leaned against the door frame himself. He was deep in thought and was also transfixed on your ass.

“Great, neither have I,” You said as you noticed Billy in the mirror staring at your ass. “Oi Hargrove!” You shouted trying to get his attention. “Are you listening or ya too busy staring at my arse.” You realised how much your London accent came out then and it snapped Billy out of his train of thought and made him decide to stand next to you by the sink. He was towering above you and you could smell the cigarettes on him and his lingering cologne. Your breath hitched slightly when you realised how close he was to you.

“It's just too distracting.” He had his charming smile on his face making you push him away playfully.

“Well I'm going for a shower.” You looked up him trying to show that you were not amused, but you felt a smile creep along your face. He took that as his cue to leave.

The shower was hot, this was the first hot shower you had since you had been on this road trip. Midway through shampooing your hair you realised the towels were on the bed. “Fuck,” You muttered to yourself leaning your forehead against the tiled wall which was covered in mildew, immediately washed your face as you remembered how vile the wall was. You could hear the television on in room. “Billy!” You called waiting for an answer. No answer. You decided to finish up quickly. You opened the door which got Billy's attention. “I need a towel.” You sighed poking your head around the door.

“Want it?” Billy smirked at you. “You'll have to come and get it,” He teased. You felt yourself becoming annoyed by this.

“Unless you want me to kill you in your sleep pass me the towel,” You said holding your arm out and as he passed you the towel.

“You wouldn't dare.” He winked at you which made you hit him with the towel.

“Watch me.” You grinned at him as you wrapped yourself up and continued to get ready.

He thought you looked like an angel amongst sinners in your white dress as you danced up the street on the way to the bar. You spun around a lamppost as he took a photo of you and put it in his jeans pocket. You pulled him down a side road to the bar your dad told you about when you spoke to him, he had also given you a strip club recommendation as well which made you laugh. The bar inside was filled with purple neon lights and “fire pits”. You walked over to the bar and looked at the cocktail menu which made Billy laugh because he didn't peg you as cocktail drinker. “What can I get you darling?” The barmaid smiled at Billy who instantly turned on the charm with her.

“What would you recommend doll?” He leaned on the bar smirking. You could feel something brewing in your stomach.

“I am personally a vodka drinker.” The barmaid giggled touching his arm.

“Then I'll have a vodka,” Billy smiled at her before turning back to you who was still looking at the menu.

“I'll have a screaming orgasm.” You said smiling at the barmaid trying to hide your irritation due to Billy's antics.

“If you wanted one of those all you had to do was ask princess.” Billy teased which made you hit him with the menu. You both got up and made your way to a booth with a fire pit waiting for the waitress to bring the drinks over to you. You admired your surroundings, it was just as garish inside as it is outside.

The night went on and you ended up with a tab of $40 worth of drinks at that bar. You grabbed Billy's hand as you left the bar and led him to the strip club. You awere both fuelled with alcohol and as you led him to the club you felt the ground under your feet become no more as he picked you up over his shoulder making you laugh loudly. You were also kicking him to get free as you wanted to be back on solid ground and not facing it.

The strip club was pink and fluffy with a stage in the middle of it with the bar surrounding it. There was a dancer all in leather dancing around a pole and booths against the wall, some with tables and poles coming out of them so the dancers could dance on them. Apart from the dancers you were the only girl there. The rest were men in suits leering at the dancers throwing their money in balls so it could reach the stage. You remembered you were going to give Billy half the money you bought out that night like you agreed, courtesy of your dad and handed it to him before you both ordered your drinks and made yourself comfortable in some seats next to each other. Almost instantly a blonde dancer came over to him and asked if he wanted a lap dance. He accepted and he looked like he was enjoying himself. You enjoyed the show in front of you until a black haired dancer walked over and asked if you wanted one. You nodded. She was beautiful, you weren't sure if you wanted to be her or be on her. After she had finished you offered to buy her a drink which she happily accepted. You found out her name was Sapphire and she had been dancing for six months at this club. You also found out she was studying psychology in California.

“Is that guy your boyfriend?” Sapphire asked sipping her drink nodding her head to Billy who was standing behind you talking to the blonde dancer.

“No,” you smiled as you took a sip from your drink. “We're just friends.”

“The way he's staring at you says otherwise,” Sapphire giggled as she looked like she had an idea come over. She asked the barmaid if she had a pen and grabbed your hand and wrote something on it.

“I finish at two.” She smiled as she finished the last of her drink and you looked behind you as she walked off and she started whispering something to the dancer who was talking to Billy and they both walked off. You looked at what she wrote on your hand and it was an address of a bar and the time “2:30am”. Billy walked over to you looking pretty pleased with himself. You finished your drinks and to find your way to the next bar.

The morning after you woke up trying to recall the events of the night before. You felt stirring next to you and you find Sapphire who's name was actually Jessica, the dancer who you found out was called Ana cuddling Sapphire and Billy asleep next to Ana. All of you were still wearing the clothes from the night before. You saw Polaroids scattered on the floor next to your bed and there was one of you in the bathroom of the bar making out with Jessica as you sat on the sink. You realise it was Ana who took this photo. You reached over everyone and grabbed a cigarette packet which were on Billy's side of the bed and lit up a cigarette. You saw another one of you dancing on a table in your lingerie which you don't remember. There was also one of you talking to Ana next to a fire which was at a rooftop bar titled“Feeling At Home and Limitless – 24/12/84” with a small “B” next to it. You let out a small chuckle at this. You felt a stir coming from Billy's side of the bed as he sat up and lit up a cigarette himself.

“Merry Christmas.” You giggled quietly so you didn't wake up the other girls.

“Merry Christmas.” He sighed as he exhaled the smoke smiling at you.

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danaidana · 4 years

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A little bit about me

Dear Reader,

Hello, my name is Danai Dana. Before you ask, it’s pronounced Dan-eye Dan-ah, work with that in your accent. Today, in the year 2020, amidst the coronavirus pandemic I’m starting a blog. I’m late to the party – yes, I know, the party’s almost over, but oh well.

It’s gonna be pretty random, don’t expect any pattern in the essays, articles or abstract chunks of words. Whatever. I make the rules. I’m supposed to be a professional writer, so it’s gonna be good, I promise. One thing is for sure; it’s all about me.

Now, let me tell you a bit about myself. I’m Greek, this is the first thing I always tell people (it’s a patriotic reflex), half-grew up in Thessaloniki, Greece, half-grew up in the outskirts of London (aka where the middle class peaks). I like to say that I was raised in Greece and matured in the UK. Like a barrel of Sainsbury’s feta, the organic one, obviously. Actually, scratch that, I don’t want to be remembered with that slogan.

When I was younger I wanted to be a famous artist, whatever that meant. Actor, musician, singer, film director, painter, writer, I went through phases. I have a pretty cool, catchy and artsy name (and I’m so fucking interesting), so I wanted to make a name of myself. I have become a writer, and I guess I’m working my way up to fame, so I’m getting there. But, if you want to hire me for any of the listed occupations, I’m down.

I won’t list everything on my CV, but for a bit of background info, I didn’t know what I wanted to do in life (as I mentioned above), so I decided I wanted to study psychology, it’s like a good base-degree, you know? Acts as a good foundation for a lot of jobs. But I also minored in creative writing, to spice things up. I then made up my mind, and went and down the road of journalism.

I consider myself a beauty connoisseur, I love makeup and skincare, but I sometimes get bitchy when I talk about it, because I think I know better than everyone else. I have an obsession with sleek, shiny hair, I really like blue eyeshadow, highlighter and blush, and I have codependent relationship with rosewater, oils and all the acids. And lip balm, of course.

Socks and printed short-sleeve shirts are my favourite things. I’m also very into tie dye at the moment. I basically kind of want to look like a Lana del Rey, Zoe Kravitz, Camille Rowe and Johnny Depp in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas meet Euphoria-inspired Instagram girls and a cool Korean fashion student at UAL. Did that make sense? I also stan Donald Glover and everything he wears, also Tyler The Creator and Harry Styles. And, Nicole Richie is my soulmate; style, but also spirit-wise. I’ll stop listing style icons now, it’s getting weird.

I’m a pop culture addict, in many ways. I’m a huge drag stan, I’m very opinionated on the film industry, but I’m also a bit of a basic bitch. I like reading, but I get bored easily when reading. I still buy magazines, and I want Lana Del Rey as the soundtrack to my life. So, do expect a lot of social and pop culture commentary. You’ll find out my favourite films and albums soon enough, don’t worry.

This is the end of my stream of consciousness, for now.

Please check in again, I’ll be back.

Sincerely,

Danai Dana

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theycallmebeccawrites · 6 years

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 12

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: graphic sex, oral sex

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in February 2017. Chris and Ellie got to the Super Bowl!

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

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Episode 11.5

Episode 12: Super Bowl LI

February 5, 2017

Ellie awoke as Chris came into their room of the hotel suite they were sharing with his brother in Houston, Texas. Sitting up, she turned on the light on her side of the bed, smiling when she saw him pulling his black shirt over his head.

"Hey," she greeted him. It was a little after three in the morning, but she hadn't seen him for a couple days. While Chris, Scott and some of their friends had been in Houston for a couple days, Ellie had only arrived Saturday evening. Prior to the Patriots making it to the Super Bowl, Scott had planned a bachelor party for Chris in Las Vegas, but the location had been changed to Houston since the two events were happening the same weekend.

"Hey," he replied. Walking over to the bed, he leaned over and gave her a kiss.

"How was the concert?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"There were free drinks," Chris shrugged. "I'm going to go take a shower."

Ellie nodded and turned off her light again before settling back into the mattress. It only took her a few minutes to fall asleep; only for her to be awoken again by Chris tossing and turning next to her an hour or so later.

"What's wrong?" she asked him. "You're usually asleep the second your head hits the pillow"

"Just nervous about the game," he admitted as he rolled over to look at her in the dark room.

"The Patriots are amazing this year, Chris," Ellie stated as she scooted closer to him. "I'm grown up enough to admit that, even though I don't like them."

Even though it was dark, she knew that had made him smile.

"You guys have one of the best quarterbacks ever in Tom Brady," Ellie continued. "Julian Edelman is amazing. LeGarrette Blount is a beast!"

"And a former Oregon Duck," Chris added.

"Which makes him even more awesome!" Ellie smirked. "This team has been through so much this year, Chris, and they've done this before! They may not have Gronk today, but Danny Amendola is back! Besides, there has been a different star of the game every time this year. They're a solid team from the starters to the backups. They've got this."

"Never imagined you'd be giving me a pep talk about my team. Especially when you claim to hate them."

"You know the only team I truly hate is the Dallas Cowboys," Ellie replied, shaking her head. "But the Patriots have grown on me. Don't get me wrong, I'm still not a fan, but, for your sake, I can stand them."

"You'll be a fan before you know it," Chris teased. "And when we have our first son, you'll beg me to let us name him Brady."

"Clearly the lack of sleep has gone to your head," Ellie said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, roll over then," he told her. "I always sleep better with you cuddled up close."

"Nope, you roll over," Ellie replied. "I want to be the big spoon tonight."

Chris sighed, but rolled over. He felt Ellie press her body against his and felt her drape her arm over his waist.

"This better not be a ploy to get into my pants," he told her.

Staring at the wide expanse of his bare back, Ellie took a playful bite, making him cry out.

"I don't need ploys to get in your pants," she stated. "You drop them willingly."

"Except tonight."

"Except tonight," she replied. "I still think it's -"

"Shh, I need to sleep," he cut her off. "God you talk too much, woman."

Ellie slapped his bare stomach with her hand as he laughed.

"You're a pain in my ass," she told him as she settled herself back down to sleep.

"Yeah, but you still love me," he replied.

They woke up eight hours later to the sound of the alarm clock going off. They had shifted at some point during their sleep so she was on her back and he was nestled against her with his head resting against her breasts. Unlike Ellie, who was wide awake thanks to the loud buzzing, Chris continued to sleep.

"Time to wake up," she said, running her hands through his hair. "It's game day."

"Five more minutes," Chris muttered, his voice vibrating against the soft tissue of her breasts. He buried his face deeper and swung his arm up to lie on her chest.

"You're awfully handsy for someone who didn't want to have sex the night before the big game," Ellie pointed out.

"Bad luck," he muttered against her breasts as his hand came dangerously close to her t-shirt covered nipple.

"You're a tease," she huffed out before she shoved him off of her. She climbed over him and shut off the alarm clock before going into the bathroom. She took a relatively quick shower and was almost done drying her hair when Chris came into the bathroom.

"Morning," he said then gave her a kiss on the neck since her back was to him.

"Morning," she smiled at him through the mirror. "Glad to see you finally got out of bed."

"Ha ha," he rolled his eyes and playfully swatted her bum. He crossed the room and used the toilet before undressing and climbing into the shower.

While he was in there, Ellie left the bathroom and quickly got dressed. She had a surprised planned for Chris and didn't want him to ruin it by coming out of the bathroom too soon. Since the shirt she planned to wear to the game was the surprise, she put it on first after putting on her bra and panties. She was in the process of pulling on her jeans when the bathroom door opened.

"Wait! Don't come out yet," she told him and he obeyed. She finished putting her jeans on and then grabbed the flannel shirt she'd stolen from his suitcase the night before.

"Can I come out yet?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied as she held the shirt closed with her fists.

"What was all that about?" he asked as he came into the bedroom wearing a towel around his waist. "I've seen and tasted every inch of you."

"I have a surprise for you," she told him. "Consider it an early wedding present."

"Are you hiding it under my flannel shirt?"

Ellie bit her lower lip and then nodded.

Chris crossed the room in three long strides and gently moved her hands away so the flannel shirt was allowed to hang. He parted the shirt and then moaned.

"Do you like it?" she asked him.

"You're wearing a Brady shirt," he said. "Holy shit, Ellie!"

Ellie laughed and pulled the flannel off completely before she turned around to show him the back.

"Fuck," Chris cursed then stumbled over to the bed. "And his name is on the back and everything."

Ellie laughed and joined him on the bed. "Regretting your decision to withhold sex before the game?" she teased.

Chris could only nod as his eyes focused on the large number 12 that was stretched over his fiancée's ample bosom.

Leaning down, Ellie gave Chris a proper good morning kiss before she climbed off the bed. "You should get dressed, I imagine Scott will be texting soon to find out when we're going to get food," she told him.

Twenty minutes later, they left their bedroom and found Scott sitting at the table eating a healthy serving of pancakes.

"I got tired of waiting for you two," he said in between bites. "I got you eggs, Chris, and you a stack of pancakes, Ellie."

"You're the best," Ellie replied as she removed a lid from one of the plates on the table and breathed in the smell of the pancakes. "These are going to be amazing."

"I hate training," Chris muttered as he grabbed the last plate that was his eggs. He doctored them with salt and pepper then ate them while watching his brother and Ellie enjoy their pancakes.

"It just means you can drink more beer at the game," Scott told him.

"But not too many," Ellie told him. "I can't get you both back here if you're drunk off your asses. If it happens, one of your drunk asses will be left at the stadium and you can sure as hell bet it will be the one I have to share a bed with."

"Duly noted," Chris said with a chuckle.

In addition to her Brady shirt and jeans, Ellie was wearing a Patriots hat she'd borrowed from Chris and a pair of American flag Converse All-Stars. She completed the look with her favorite American flag fringed purse. The brothers were wearing matching Patriots logo shirts, but nothing similar after that. Scott was wearing jeans, a beat up pair of sneakers, a jacket and a backwards cap. Chris, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of black pants, grey shoes and his beloved NASA hat.

Shortly after they ate, Chris's friends knocked on the door and they had pregame drinks, courtesy of Jeremy Renner. They hung out at the hotel for another hour or so before Chris called down to the lobby to request a couple cars to the stadium.

They waited until they got the call that their cars had arrived before they left the room and used one of the back elevators to get to the lobby of the hotel as directed by the hotel staff member. Said employee was waiting for them when they got out of the elevator and they ushered them to a back entrance where the two cars they had requested were waiting.

It took seemingly forever to get to the stadium, but when they arrived they were led to their club seats by an event security guard. Upon entering the smaller set of seats, Ellie wasn't surprised at all when Chris appeared to know everyone. He introduced her to so many people that she stopped trying to remember their names or the number of times they asked to see her engagement ring. It helped that she and Chris had become experts at dodging the 'when's the big day' question, because it always followed the engagement ring question.

When the game finally started, Ellie took a seat behind Chris, letting Scott and Renner have the seats on either side of him. The mood in their section was amped up and loud as the game got underway, but grew quieter and quieter as the first quarter and, ultimately, the first half wore on.

With each failed drive, Chris's mood darkened and Ellie made him switch to soda and eat some chicken wings after his third beer. His mood got a little better once he had food in him and the Patriots managed to get a field goal as the first half ended.

While Lady Gaga performed, Ellie moved down a row to stand with Chris and wrapped her arms around his waist as they watched. A part of her wanted to storm down to the Patriots locker room and yell at the team for breaking the hearts of Patriots Nation, especially Chris's, but she knew she couldn't do that. All she could do was comfort Chris, so that's what she did.

Once Gaga finished her set, their group had a little pow wow inspired by the Twitter smack talk Chris had had with Octavia Spencer and, by the time the second half started, Chris was in a much better mood. It helped that the Falcons' first position of the half resulted in a punt, but then, so did the Patriots.

A string of curse words left Chris's mouth when the Falcons' scored another touchdown, making the score 28 to 3. After that happened, Ellie gave Chris the rest of her beer, knowing he needed it more than she did.

Nearly seven minutes later, their group erupted with cheers as James White ran the ball into the end zone, scoring the Patriots' first touchdown of the game. The cheers became groans and curses as Stephen Gostkowski's kick bounced off the upright. Meaning the score of the game was only 28 to 9.

The third quarter ended with the Falcons' punting the ball and the Patriots started the fourth quarter with a couple first downs thanks to White and Malcolm Mitchell, but then Tom Brady was sacked twice and they had to settle for a field goal.

Then it happened. The moment they had been waiting all night for. The Patriots' defense sacked Matt Ryan, the Falcons' quarterback, and he lost the ball. Dont'a Hightower and Alan Branch worked together to recover the ball for the Patriots.

Their joy was stalled when Brady was sacked again, but it revved back up almost immediately. With a little over seven minutes left on the clock, the Patriots made their way down the field with Danny Amandola going into the end zone about two minutes later, making the score 28 to 18. Then the Patriots went for two and got it! Making the score 28 to 20.

Cries of "Holy Shit!" rang out amongst their group as they celebrated the score. Nobody said it out loud, but they were all thinking that the Patriots might win. That thought grew stronger as the Patriots' forced the Falcons' to punt with just over three and a half minutes left in the game.

The Patriots' began their next drive as Chris, Ellie and the others crossed their fingers. Then Julian Edelman made that catch. It had looked close from their vantage point, but as soon as they saw it on the jumbo screen, they all lost their fucking minds. They only got rowdier when White ran the ball into the end zone a minute or so later and then louder, still, when Amandola scored the two point conversion, tying the score up at 28! Not even the spray of flying drinks could dampen their excitement.

Ellie found herself a part of hand slaps and hugs as the fourth quarter ended with the game still tied. Silence fell amongst their group as the team captains walked out onto the field for the overtime coin toss. As soon as it was announced that the Patriots had won the toss, they all screamed; because of the [stupid] sudden death rules, all the Patriots needed to do was get a touchdown and they'd win the game.

With the precision of a well-oiled machine, the Patriots' marched down the field getting four 1st downs in the first 3 minutes. The fifth came less than a minute later thanks to a pass interference penalty. The final play of the game was James White forcing his way through the defense and getting the ball over the goal line.

They all held their breath until the touchdown was confirmed and then it was chaos. Chris was freaking the fuck out as he jumped up and down, celebrating the insanity that was the Patriots' win following 31 unanswered points.

High fives were exchanged around their group and Ellie squealed when Chris suddenly grabbed her around the waist and tilted her backwards, towards him, and planted a kiss on her lips. He laughed against her lips as she pounded his shoulders with her fists. He set her upright and then smiled up at her.

"We won!" he cried. "We fucking won!"

"I know!" she laughed. "Oh my god! That was a fucking crazy game."

"Still not a Patriots fan?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.

"Well, they're not awful," Ellie smiled. She wrapped her arms around Chris's neck and then leaned down and kissed him.

"Ok, kids, save it for the bedroom," Jeremy Renner said, a moment later. "We've got some partying to do."

Chris took Ellie's hand as their group left their section and kept her close to him as they made their way out of the stadium via the entrance they'd used earlier. Instead of waiting for a car at the stadium, they chose to walk to a bar near their hotel. It was a bit of a walk, but they were all pumped up from the comeback win.

Ellie wasn't sure how it had happened, but they managed to get into the bar, get drinks and find a table in a backroom without people realizing Chris Evans and Jeremy Renner were in the bar. Their peace and anonymity lasted all of twenty minutes, before someone spotted Chris's stupid NASA hat. Word spread quickly throughout the bar and they eventually had to leave via the kitchen with help from the bar's staff.

Though the hotel was only a couple blocks away, they took advantage of two cabs that were dropping people off at the bar and got a ride back to the hotel. They were dropped off at the side entrance they'd left from earlier that day and used their hotel cards to get in the secure door.

"Shall we go to the bar?" Jeremy asked as they waited for an elevator. "They have those private rooms."

"Actually, I think I'm done for the night," Ellie said. "But you guys should go, I'll be fine by myself."

"Like he's going to hang out with us when you're all by yourself in a hotel room," one of the others stated before Chris could answer.

"Fuck you," Chris shook his head. "But you're right. I've spent too much time with you assholes this week and not enough time with my girl."

They were all laughing when the elevator opened. They climbed in and Chris hit two buttons, one for the hotel's rooftop bar and one for the floor where their suite was.

"Be gentle with him, he's emotional tonight," Jeremy told Ellie with a grin as he gave her a hug. Then he turned to Chris and slapped him on the back. "Congrats, Champ."

Chris's other friends and Scott said their goodbyes to Chris and Ellie as they got off at their floor. He held her hand as they made their way to their room and then held the door for her after unlocking the door.

The second the door closed behind them, Chris picked Ellie up bridal style and carried her into the bathroom off of their room. They'd both been showered in beer and other drinks during the excitement of the fourth quarter and there was no way they were going to bed smiling like a bar.

After setting Ellie on her feet, Chris moved over to the shower and turned it on. When he turned around, Ellie was in the process of undressing. He watched as she pulled the Brady shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor.

A few second later, she was standing naked in front of him with her hands resting on her hips. "Are you just going to stand there and stare?" she asked him. "Or are you going to do your job, Evans?"

"Quoting Coach?" Chris laughed. "I'll make a Patriots fan of you yet!"

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way to the shower. She stepped under the spray and closed her eyes as the water cascaded over her. Chris joined her, a moment later, wrapping his body around hers.

Unwinding himself from her, Chris grabbed the travel size bottle of Ellie's shampoo and squirted some into his hands. He forced her out from the water's spray and then began to work the shampoo into her mid-back length hair, doing it the way she'd shown him in the past.

Once her hair was lathered, he moved out of the way so she could rinse the shampoo out. While she did that, he quickly washed his own hair then traded places with her under the water.

Ellie squired conditioner into her hand and then used her fingers to work it into her hair. She was working on the edges of her hair when she felt Chris's soapy hands on her back. She rolled her head forward as his hands worked the muscles in her back as he washed her. She couldn't hold back a moan as his hands moved to her front and caressed her breasts.

He pressed his front to her back as his hands coated her torso and arms with soap suds. His arousal was growing with each stroke and he knew she could feel it pressing into her lower back.

Turning in his arms, Ellie took the bar of soap from him then started to clean his chest. Her hands moved down his body, soaping up his every nook and cranny along the way, until she reached his cock. One of her soapy hands wrapped around the shaft and she began to stroke him.

"Fuck," he groaned as his eyes closed at her touch. He stumbled backwards into the wall of the shower as her hands slipped lower still and cupped his balls, getting them nice and soapy, too.

Then her hands were gone and he opened his eyes in time to see her lowering herself down. For a second he thought she was going to continue the hand job, but then he felt her soapy hands moving down one leg and then the other.

"Turn around," she instructed, after a moment.

"Fine, but anything you do to me, I'm doing to you," he told her.

"Good to know," she replied, brushing her hands cover his plump ass cheek before giving it a playful smack.

She started at his feet and made her way up his body, taking the opportunity to tease both his cock and his balls from behind. After what seemed like forever, she reached his shoulder and pressed her bare breasts against his back. She slipped her hands around to his front and wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping him in her fist a couple times before letting him go.

He spun her around so she was facing the wall, a second later, and returned the slow torture that had been her washing him. He focused on her backside first, before turning her around and taking care of her front.

Once she was properly soaped up, he pulled them both back under the now luke-warm water and they rinsed the soap from their bodies. It took her a few extra minutes to rinse the conditioner from her hair, but the second she was done, he turned off the water.

"For someone with a habitual drying off routine, you sure are rushing," Ellie teased as he handed her a fluffy white towel. "Especially since I'm going to need a few minutes to get ready. I have another surprise for you."

"I can't handle any more surprises from you," he shook his head. "I've practically had a semi since you revealed you were wearing a Brady t-shirt."

"And if it had been a Brady jersey?" she asked then added, "With nothing under it?"

"We would have spent the afternoon in bed," Chris replied. "But you're naked now and I'm not letting you get dressed until we have to check out tomorrow. Brady jersey or not."

"I like the sound of that," she smiled. Unwrapping the towel from around herself, she let it fall to the floor and said, "Take me to bed."

"With pleasure," Chris replied. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where he dropped her onto the bed. Then he made his way over to his suitcase to grab the box of condoms he'd bought, but paused as he pulled them out of his bag. Turning to her, he asked, "How do you feel about trying for a Super Bowl baby?"

They had finally set a wedding date on New Year's Eve and the big day was quickly approaching. In an effort to start their family sooner than later, Ellie had discontinued taking her birth control pills after her last cycle and they'd started using condoms as their sole source of protection.

"I like that idea," Ellie grinned. "We're obsessed with football anyway. Might as well make a baby that will know he or she was conceived after the Patriots gave the middle finger to the commissioner."

"Fuck I love it when you say things like that," Chris muttered as he quickly made his way back to the bed. He climbed onto the bed and pushed her into the mattress as his mouth met hers passionately. If it hadn't been for the painful throb of his cock, he would have been happy just spending the rest of the night kissing her, but they had a baby to make.

Rising himself up to his knees, Chris smiled down at Ellie. Her eyes were sparkling with desire as she lay on the bed before him. Leaning forward, he buried his face into the side of her neck and began to make his way down her body, starting with kisses along her neck.

He licked his lips as his descent brought him her breasts. Before her, he'd been more of an ass guy and, while she did have a nice ass, it wasn't as fine as the large handful that was each of her breasts. He cupped them, loving the way they jiggled in his hands. He heard her moan as he played with her already hard nipples. Needing a taste, he swirled his tongue around one of her nipples.

Ellie arched her back as his mouth closed around her nipple and she bit into her lower lip as he began to suck. His large hand kneaded her breast as paid attention to said breast with his mouth. She let out a curse as his mouth latched onto the skin on the side of her breast and sucked, no doubt leaving a mark.

Letting go of her skin, Chris licked the red spot before looking up and catching her eyes. He flashed her a smile before he showered the same attention on her other breast and nipple. Then he continued down her body, appreciating her gentle curves with his hands and mouth. He loved every inch of her body, but loved what was inside her heart and her mind the most. She made him feel things he'd never felt in the past.

Growing impatient as he stalled at her midsection, Ellie slid her fingers through his wet hair and pushed down, hoping he'd get the hint.

"Trying to tell me something?" he chuckled.

"Just reminding you that you have a job to do," she replied.

"A fan-fucking-tastic job," he smirked as he leaned back and used his hands to guide her knees apart. He licked his lips as he set his eyes upon her most intimate parts. Knowing she'd had enough of his teasing, he went right to work, eliciting a happy sigh from her the moment his fingers came into contact with her pussy.

He treated her to random series of long, slow touches and quick, deliberate touches that soon had her rocking her hips. It wasn't long before he added his mouth to the mix, making her cry out as his tongue circled her clit before pressing against it deliberately. Eventually, it was his mouth doing a majority of the work as he lapped out her inner folds and teased the opening to her sex while he used one hand to hold her lower body as still as he could.

"Oh, Chris." Ellie moaned out as she sucked her lower lip into her mouth. Her body was on fire for him and she needed him now. "Please." She fisted the sheets with her hands. "I need you." She gasped as he teased her clit again with his tongue. "In." She could feel her orgasm nearing and knew it was only a matter of time before it hit. "Meeeeeeeeeee." Her body shook uncontrollably as she reached her climax.

She barely had time to recover from her first orgasm before Chris slid his hard cock into her. He fully seated himself within her then drew back, just as quickly. Their actions had been slow up until this point, but it was clear the need for release was at the forefront of his mind. There would be plenty of time for more slow and romantic sex later.

Ellie wrapped her legs around his waist as he guided himself in and out of her. Her hands found his strong shoulders and she held onto him, letting him control the pace that was bringing them both closer to orgasm.

The room was soon filled with the sound of their bodies meeting with every thrust and the moans and cries that escaped their mouths unconsciously.

Knowing he was just on the cusp, Chris slipped a hand between their bodies and touched her clit with his fingers. He'd seen a documentary, when and where he couldn't recall, that had suggested that a woman climaxing when trying to get pregnant could aid in the aforementioned goal.

As if programed, their bodies stiffened as one and their cries echoed through the room as they came together. His movements slowed as he guided them through the seconds then minutes that immediately followed their orgasms.

Slipping out of her, he threw himself onto the bed right next to her and stared up at the ceiling as his chest rose and fell in a slowly declining fashion. Glancing over at her, he smiled when he saw she was studying him.

"Best day of your life?" she asked him.

"For now," he replied. "There is day a week or so from now that will make this one seem like just another day." He took her hand and brought it up his mouth then kissed her palm. "You're all I need or want, Ellie. And I can't wait to promise myself to you for the rest of our lives."

Tears prickled in her eyes as she rolled over and nestled herself against him. In less than two weeks, she would become Mrs. Christopher Robert Evans, and, two weeks after that, the world would find out.

Episode 13

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Waltzing's for Dreamers, Chapter 11 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl AU).

Title: Waltzing's for Dreamers.

Rating: M, just to be safe.

Warnings: adult language, allusions to abuse, some angst.

Characters/Pairings: Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon, Enid, mention of Oscar, mention of Sophia Peletier, past Carol/Daryl, mention of past Merle/Karen, hints of Karen/Tyreese, mention of Axel, mention of Negan (ugh), his wife, Amber, Dwight/Sherry.

Behind a cut. Because this one got away from me. Hope you don't mind.

Waltzing’s for Dreamers

More than six years after Vegas. Early August.

“Pull over,” Merle orders. “Gotta take a piss. Probably ain’t the only one.”

A glance in the rear-view mirror suggests otherwise—E’s been playing that new game Oscar downloaded to her iPad, Temple-something or other, since the novelty of being chauffeured around in the Impala had worn off ten minutes into their hour's long trip—but Daryl don’t say nothing. Recognizes his brother’s stall tactics for what they are and flips on his turn signal at the intersection. Pulls into a gas station with a Texaco sign and a towering James Dean pointing the way and parks. “You go on. We’ll just stay here.”

“Suit yourself,” Merle shrugs as he unloads his big body from the passenger seat. “You want something to eat, you’ll get your asses movin’. ‘Sides,” he slaps the car’s hood, “damn thing’s hotter than hot.”

The double meaning of his words makes Daryl grumble. “You best be buyin’.” Heaving his own door open, he performs the same courtesy for his niece and the preteen barely even takes her eyes off of the screen in front of her as he nudges her toward the mini-mart’s entrance. Still enthralled with her game and happily oblivious to the back and forth bitching between him and her jackass father. “Ever occur to you,” he hisses as the kid passes beneath his brother’s bracing arm and ducks into the air-conditioned tourist trap, wandering a few feet away from them both, “we could be arrested for this?”

Merle grin falters slightly. “Got your panties all in a twist for nothin’, Darylina. Thought we’d turned over a new leaf, but I can see we still have a ways to go.”

Guilt only softens Daryl up so much and the best non-apology he can manage is to keep his mouth shut. Let the subject drop for the time being. “Man, just hurry up.”

“Fuck, but you’s straight up actin’ like a woman,” Merle mutters as he makes a beeline for the restrooms.

“We ain’t here when you come back,” Daryl calls out to him, “we’re in the car. Waitin’.” Soon as his brother’s out of sight, he tracks down his niece. Finally finds her clear across the store. Standing in front of a red counter and a display case full of fudge that sets his mouth to watering. Flipping her ponytail over one skinny shoulder, he voices a gruff reminder. “Know you shouldn’t be sneakin’ off like that.”

“I didn’t sneak. You and Merle were just too busy fighting to pay me any attention.”

It still throws him, her calling Merle, well, Merle. Logically, he knows it shouldn’t when his brother didn’t know shit ‘bout her for the first eight years of her life. Still. When it’s all said and done, he’d been in Sophia’s life even less time than the three or so years Merle’s been in Enid’s and he’s still haunted by the memory of that little girl asking if she could call him Daddy. By his choice to walk out on her and her mama without saying goodbye. It’s always there, that regret. It never fuckin’ leaves him, no matter how many times he reminds himself he only done it for their own good. No matter how many vices he indulges in to try to dull it. It’s always there. Just like the wariness the kid staring up at him has never quite managed to shake completely. Yeah, she might have let them in. Him and Merle. But it ain’t escaped Daryl’s notice she keeps one eye on the door, always ready to make her escape should his shithead brother relapse into the fuckin’ mess her mama kept her protected from all those years, and he can’t say he blames her. Not one bit. “Weren’t fightin’,” he tells her. “Not really. Ain’t seen us really fight.”

Those big, old soul eyes of hers narrow skeptically.

“M’serious,” Daryl insists. “You ain’t. Hope you never do.” Nodding his head at the display case, he unconsciously swipes his tongue over his lips. “Shit looks good. Want some?” He looks up sharply when a cotton-candy sweet voice butts into their conversation.

“I can give you and your little girl some samples if you’d like.”

“Ain’t my…”

“One of each flavor,” the cooing blonde entices.

“One of each?”

Kid asks the question with an overkill of wonder, and Daryl has to bite back a smirk because there ain’t no DNA test needed to tell him the little con artist slipping her arm through his and tugging at the back at his shirt is his brother’s girl. Naw, she’s a sweet and sour chip off the old block, and he knows for a fact Merle would be beaming at her right now. Proud as a fuckin’ peacock if he weren’t taking the longest piss in the history of all mankind. “Dunno,” he says, wincing slightly when the comment earns him a pinch to his side. Looking back up at the woman, he explains. “Gotta be gettin’ back on the road soon. Don’t have time to stick around.”

“I can box them up for you. Won’t take but a minute.”

Little E turns up her game, batting her lashes and pouting. “Please, Daddy.”

Choking back a laugh, Daryl gives in. Goes all in, really. Those years of pretending with Carol—first as a loving husband, then as a man that was walking away from one big, elaborate sham—coming in handy. “Alright. Really do need to get a move on.”

They make out like bandits, all three of them. End up back in that Impala, eating up the miles between Bakersfield and San Francisco before the girl’s mama can send out a search party. Pull up in Karen’s driveway in the middle of the afternoon to find the woman herself waiting beside an idling U-haul, the concern on her face morphing into a relieved smile when she lays eyes on her daughter. Then dissolving into a disapproving frown when she sees the kid’s chocolate smudged lips and the nearly empty box of fudge in her hands.

“I’d make her ride with you and Patrick, but I’m not sure you can keep both of them alive,” she mutters with a roll of her eyes. No, ma’am,” she says, plucking the box of sweets from her daughter and pushing them into Merle’s chest. “I think you’ve had enough, thank you very much. Go wash your face. We should have been at the airport an hour ago. We should have been in Jacksonville with Ty and the team last week. Got the Patriots in their house in less than a week, but I digress.

“’Member now why me and you, we never made a real go of it,” Merle tells her with a shake of his head. “Always been a real buzzkill, Woman. Life of the fuckin’ party.”

Daryl elbows him sharply in the side. Exchanges the bulging duffel bag in his hands for the box of candy. “Merle. Just shut up while you’re ahead.”

“Listen to your brother,” Karen advises over her shoulder as she marches up the shrub-lined sidewalk. Checks to see what’s taking her girl so long. “Enid! We still have to go through security.”

“What? Company jet not available? Ow. Ouch. Dammit, Darylina,” he scowls, rubbing his already tender side.

“Stop bein’ a jackass.”

“Fine. Somebody gonna tell me who the hell Patrick is?”

“Kid’s pet turtle. ‘Member? Had him since she was six,” Daryl reminds him as he pops the Impala’s trunk and slides the girl’s back pack over his own shoulder. “Named it after some cartoon character. Here,” he says, looping the bag over his brother’s prosthetic when he stands in front of him again. “She’s gonna want this with her on the plane.”

“Sure you won’t come with me, Baby Brother? Ain’t never gonna remember all this shit. Don’t know what I was thinkin’. Girl ain’t gonna care one way or the other if I follow her all the way to Florida. Ain’t cut out to be no daddy. Hers or anybody else’s.”

Daryl frowns. “Now who’s actin’ like a woman?”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Karen comments as she rejoins them. Sizes Merle up. “You backing out? Because if you are…”

Merle clenches his jaw. Straightens his shoulders and stands a little taller. “Ain’t.”

She stares at him, like she’s not sure if she can believe him or not, the same way Daryl catches her girl doing sometimes, and he supposes that’s fair. His brother ain’t really done nothing in the past to earn their trust. But the sonofabitch is different now. Daryl knows it even if they don’t, so he comes to the asshole’s defense. One last time, hoping he don’t make a fool out of him when all is said and done. “He ain’t backin’ out.”

A split second of hesitation and Karen nods. “Good. We’ve got a layover in Las Vegas. Another one in Chicago. I’m going to call you,” she warns as she walks toward the waiting cab. “Check on Patrick.”

“Hear that? That’s one stone cold bitch right there,” Merle tells him with a dawning grin. “Startin’ to ‘member how me and her got along.”

Daryl’s brow furrows in confusion and the fog of memories dredged up with the mention of Vegas dissipates. “You didn’t.”

“’Xactly. Made the sex…well, hey there, Darlin’. Come to see me off?”

The eleven-year-old scoffs and snatches her back pack from him, works it over her small shoulders.

“Enid! Hurry up!”

Daryl chucks her on the chin. Offers her a tiny smile when she turns her back to his brother.

“Bye, Uncle Daryl.”

“See you ‘round, Kid.”

“Hey,” Merle grouses. “What ‘bout me?”

“Try not to kill Patrick. ‘Kay, Dad?” Then she’s off, racing to the cab and her anxious mother. Grinning that coat hanger grin out the window at the two of them and their stunned expressions, their jaws still dragging the ground as the cab leaves their sight.

Daryl’s the first to recover. He reckons it’s gonna take a while for his brother to come back around. “Heard the girl. Best protect that turtle with your fuckin’ life. Listen. I, uh. I gotta get back on the road. Square things away with Axel and the guys. Was thinkin’…”

Merle, being Merle, is impatient. Interrupts him. “Yeah?”

“Was thinkin’ you were right.”

“Ole Merle’s always right.”

Daryl doesn’t even try to refute the bastard’s claim. Doesn’t have it in him to poke holes in the natural high he’s enjoying. “Bakersfield. It ain’t home.”

“Georgia on your mind?” Merle drawls. Winks.

“Man, could you just…what the hell’s this?” he asks, when a yellow package hits him square in the chest. “Ass Kickin’ Beef Jerky?”

“Kick your ass right back to Mouse and your girl.”

He ducks his head, grips the Impala’s open door until his knuckles turn white. “’Phia ain’t mine. Don’t deserve that little girl or her mama.”

“Yours in every way that counts, Lil Brother,” Merle says, clapping a hand over his shoulder and giving it a brotherly squeeze. “And that woman of yours? You don’t just up and quit lovin’ somebody the way she loved you. I know. ‘Cause you ain’t never stopped lovin’ her. Been tryin’ to fool yourself for a long time, but me? I ain’t never bought it.”

“Yeah? How come you never said anything, Asshole?”

His brother shrugs. Turns toward the idling truck, but not without a glance back. “Figured you’d come ‘round. In your own sweet time the way you always do.”

“Things you don’t know. Ain’t so easy as me makin’ up my mind, admittin’ I still love ‘em.”

“Never was.”

“Naw. Wasn’t,” Daryl agrees. A thought occurs to him then. Out of the blue, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Sighs. “That asshole Negan ain’t gonna be waitin’ for me, ready to take battin’ practice when I get back is he? You sure we didn’t steal his car?” he asks. Watching Merle climb in the U-haul after his bags, settle himself behind the wheel.

Merle shakes his head, slides a pair of sunglasses on his nose, and gives him a grin full of nicotine-stained teeth. “Just borrowed it. He claims otherwise? Just ask him how Amber’s doing.”

“Amber?”

“Cheerleader that came in with her mama last week when they dropped off the Volvo. Real pretty little piece of jail bait I’m sure his sick wife would just love to meet.”

“Dammit, Merle,” Daryl curses. Disgusted and more than a little bit disappointed in his brother. “Girl’s a kid. Not much older than…” He can’t even say it. Feels too sick to his stomach to even think of somebody taking advantage of Sophia or Enid like that and he slaps his hand down on the car’s hood. Swears some more. “Fuckin’ hell. Dirty piece of shit. Girl’s a kid and you’d just let…”

“Ain’t just lettin’ nobody do nothin’,” Merle is quick to cut him off. “Prick’s days are numbered, thanks to that weasel Dwight.”

“Dwight? What’s he got to do with...no. Sherry?”

“Is probably filin’ assault charges as we speak, promised to go with the kid to the police station to file her own.”

“Wait a minute.” Daryl’s frown deepens even further. “Where’d you hear all this?”

“Got eyes and ears all over the place, Baby Brother. All over the place. That’s why I know.”

“What?”

“Time for you to go home. Running out of time.”

“What do you mean I’m running out of time? Merle?”

“Mean what I mean,” Merle says cryptically. Shifting the U-haul into gear and maneuvering it around the Impala. “Daylight’s burnin’. ’Member what I said.”

“Which par…dammit, Merle.” He leaves, disappearing around the same corner the cab had, and Daryl can only wonder.

Running out of time for what?

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Lend Lease was a thought in Roosevelt’s mind in 1940. He was able to get it actualized in 1941 when it became law.

The U.S. was not yet at war. Hitler was rolling over Europe. The Allies needed items for war and food. They had no money.

Roosevelt came up with Lend Lease. Production took place in the U.S. Then shipped to Europe and where ever else needed as time went on.

The program ended with World War II in 1945.

Items shipped were free. If there was any thought of the Allies paying back, it never occurred.

Someone had to watch the money. Involved was $51.1 billion. In today’s dollars $575 billion.

A Congressional oversight committee was established. Harry Truman chaired it. He watched the money being spent as if it were his own. Not one penny of scandal while the billions were being spent.

Not the same today. I suspect billions are wasted or channeled into improper pockets during similar transactions.

Many believe Roosevelt selected Truman as his running mate in 1944 because of Truman’s stringent honesty and ability to hawk every dollar spent as if it were his own.

The topic is not Truman and Lend Lease this morning. Lend Lease merely a run up as to how things were done at a time when honesty was a given among most in government.

It is the first stimulus package and its Paycheck Protection Program (PPC) at issue. Money was “lent” to companies to assure employees would be kept working. If employees were kept on or called back, there ws no pay back provision. Free dollars involved. It was assumed at the time it became law that small businesses would benefit.

The vermin smelled the free money and came out of the woodwork.

Many companies applied for the monies, received them, and either laid people off or did not rehire them.

A total of $1.8 billion is involved. Nine hundred companies. The 900 took the bucks and in effect laid off 90,000 workers.

Scam time.

Sixty percent of the money was to go to pay employee salaries. Initially it was 75 percent. However lowered at some point.

Some examples.

Brady Linen Services in Las Vegas received $4.6 million. Unemployed were 800 employees. None hired back.

PBM LLC was approved for $10 million. Three hundred forty nine were laid off.

The Buffalo law firm of Gross and Dolowy got $3 million. Employees laid off before and after 146.

The penalty for misusing the monies. Must be paid back at 1 percent interest. A million dollar loan at 1 percent. Sweet!

Criminal responsibility? The level of wrongdoing must reach the fraud level. What that is at this time, I don’t know. Doubt any criminal charges have brought.

Why, how did this happen? Simple. No longer are there any Harry Truman’s in the Senate. Or, the House for that matter. Statesmen and men of honor left years ago. Most politicians today are dishonest in one fashion or another.

Biden’s transition team was barred by the Pentagon this week. Admittance denied. Biden’s people were “stunned.” This all occurred without notice or warning.

Trump’s political hacks in the Pentagon said “maybe” meetings would occur after the holidays.

What is being hidden? Cybersecurity information? Where billions of Pentagon dollars went which cannot be accounted for?

Strange.

Trump is not going to have smooth sailing oncehe leaves the White House. He is going to find “oh, the web we make when first we seek to deceive” is going to hit him squarely in the face in a number of areas.

The end is near. Trump will be out on January 20. His “loyal” workers are trying to redeem themselves. Barr with his failure to find significant fraud and publicly announcing it. Now Pompeo himself. He openly admitted yesterday that Russia was the country that has the U.S. under cyberattack. He described Russia’s involvement as being “pretty clear.”

For several months, Trump has been bragging how delivery of the vaccine was covered. The U.S. Army was taking care of it. A specific General had been appointed. He and his men deep in experience.

So what is happening?

A Pfizer representative said this week, “We have millions more doses sitting in our warehouse but, as of now, we have not received any shipment instructions for additional doses.”

What happened? Again Trump assured the American people everything was worked out. Some entities that were to receive x number of doses are now initially complaining they have not received the number they were told to expect. Now additional numbers of vaccine are not being delivered per any schedule.

Why? Why? Why”

Three reasons come to mind.

First, the Army failed. Hard to believe. I cannot conceive of such a detailed plan having gone no further than step 1.

Or, is it Trump punishing the American people because he lost? Could be.

Finally, perhaps he wants to make Biden’s life more difficult when Biden takes over?

Thomas Paine’s name comes into play today. He published his first American Crisis this day in 1776. The opening line we all recall: “These are the times that try men’s souls.”

He wrote the American Crisis essays from 1776 to 1783. In 1776, he also wrote what most of us learned in grammar school. Common Sense.

His writings promoted revolution. Overthrow of existing governments. His writings helped inspire colonial patriots to declare independence from Great Britain.

Not one to let a revolution escape his attention, he was in France in the 1790’s and deeply involved in the French Revolution.

He was anti-Christian. He was not well liked as a result.

Paine died in 1809. Only 6 people attended his funeral. The low number attributed to his negative positions regarding Christianity.

Excuse how I am going to describe Paine. He was a fruitcake. A troublemaker. Yes, he knew the correct words to inspire men to revolution. Nevertheless, he was way out. The U.S. looks upon him favorably because all we were taught was Common Sense and the American Revolution. If one digs deeper into his background, the real man becomes obvious.

Paine reminds me of today’s Steve Bannon. A man traveling the world seeking countries where revolution or overthrow of an existing government is possible.

Mel Fisher. American hero. Key West hero. Considered by many to be the greatest treasure hunter ever. He searched 15 years before finding the mother lode of the Spanish galleon Atocha in 1985.

He died this day in 1998 at the age of 76. People who knew the man speak fondly of him all the time. His name came up frequently in the Chart Room which was one of his favorite haunt.

Daughter Lisa worked at the Mel Fisher Museum for several years. She was Development Director.

Jean Thornton has even a closer relationship. She knew Fisher personally. Jean you will recall is Key West’s Golden Girl. She was diving with Fisher and came across gold and jewels. Her discovery so sufficient that she quit her school teaching job and never worked again.

I wrote yesterday negatively re Trump. I expected several pro-Trump anti-Louis comments this morning. Not one. Shocking. Only comments from those who apparently agreed with me.

Busy day yesterday medically. Blood screw up last time taken. Had to return to have a portion redone at the hospital. After leaving, I got a call to return. They failed to get blood for a third item.

I fell thursday. Going up the stairs. Third time in 2 weeks. I worry about fracturing a hip.

Anyhow, my head and left arm just below the elbow hit the wall hard. I’m on a blood thinner. My arm was bleeding bad, profusely, etc. Actually, I did not think it was that bad.

However, I could not stop the bleeding. Thought it would stop on its own. Bloodied a good shirt, 2 towels, a bed sheet, and I don’t know how many band aids.

Still bleeding yesterday. Did not want to go to the hospital emergency room. A long wait. Instead called my friend Susan Neill at Dr. McIvor’s office. Susan is a heart specialist.

She took care of me. In fact, wrapped my arm so tightly that I fear I may lose circulation in my lower arm and fingers. I have been opening and shutting my fingers last night and today.

Self-quarantine now in its 324th day. I had to see my primary care physician a couple of days ago. Told me I looked tense. I said I was not. We talked. He was right. This quarantine is subconsciously getting to me. It is imperative to one’s existence to have someone to talk with.

Enjoy your day!

NO ONE WATCHES THE MONEY was originally published on Key West Lou

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