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mercurygray · 2 years ago

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A Ghost! Joan AU, because @shoshiwrites started it.

He was only doing this as a favor.

Every time he said that, people laughed - that’s a pretty big favor, renovating a whole house, but none of them understood what Lew had done for him, really done for him, since he’d gotten home, and if fixing up the ancestral mansion so that Lew could sell it was the way he could pay it all back, then that was just what he was going to do.

It was a beautiful house, with turn of the century wood paneling and built-ins for days, but Lew’s mother had made some renovations in the 80s that hadn’t aged well, and after no one had lived in the house for the last fifteen years there were problems that needed to be solved before it went on the market again, desirable features to be added back in so the real estate listing would sound good - new furnace, new roof, granite countertops, refinished hardwood floors.

“And the ghost, of course.”

Yes - the ghost. Dick had actually laughed when Lew had brought it up the first time, like this was actually a feature people would be interested in, but his friend was adamant. “She’s pretty benign, as far as spirits go - Story goes that they were having a party celebrating the war being over and then she got the telegram that her fiance was dead. She was so overcome she wandered outside into traffic - got hit by a car. My sister claimed she could see her, sometimes, when my parents had people over, but I never did." Lew grinned. "Makes for a great story, though, doesn't it? It'll be a nice story for the buyers - people love that kind of stuff."

‘People’ might, but the idea held little appeal to Dick. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in ghosts - he was just as prepared as the next guy to admit there were some things that he simply couldn’t understand. But an actual ghost, haunting this house? Just a story, as far as he was concerned - and after three weeks of living here, he had no evidence of any spirit, benign or no. Drapes stayed unruffled, paint remained in its cans, no doors closed of their own accord. It was an old house, like any old house, filled with the remnants of several lives - loads of furniture to be junked or salvaged, old photo albums to be hauled out of corners, closets of clothes that needed to be consigned to the junk bin - or the local charity shop.

It was the first time in a while that he’d had a place to think of as his own, and he was finding he quite enjoyed it - he was living out of what had once been the drawing room, on the first floor, pocket doors open to the sitting room beyond. These spaces had needed the least work, so it was the easiest to set up his bed here. It was a room in transition - a little of everything. He’d moved in a kitchen table to use as a desk, sheets still over some of the room’s armchairs. The truly ancient couches had gone to the curb, but he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of the record player, a huge sideboard thing in dark mahogany that somehow matched the paneling, if not the feel of the rest of the house. The records, too, had stayed - a time capsule of a different era, mostly light listening from the 40s and 50s. Not a bad way to spend an evening.

Dick flipped idly through the records in the cabinet and selected one at random - some big band conductor. The machine turned on straightaway when he moved the arm, carefully settling it along the record's edge so that the vinyl could crackle and pop for a moment before starting up.

He fiddled with the volume knob for a moment and sat back down with his coca cola and the parts catalog for the kitchen cabinets, legal pad and pencil at the ready. He already had the measurements and if he made the list, it would be easier to go shopping tomorrow with a complete picture in mind.

"You have good taste."

Dick didn't scare easily, but he nearly jumped out of his chair, eternally glad he didn't spill his soda pop in the process.

There was a woman on the other side of the room - vaguely misty, like he needed to clean his glasses to see her better. Her short, dark hair was elegantly arranged, and she was wearing pearls and a party dress - or what looked like a party dress, anyway.

"Did I...leave the door open?"

She shook her head, still smiling a little. "I heard the music and thought I'd...make an appearance. Tuxedo Junction," she offered. "By Glenn Miller. Our favorite."

Dick realized what she was saying, really saying, and tried to get his galloping heart under control. "You're the ghost."

"My mother taught me it was impolite to address people when you don't know their names," she said, just a little pointedly, and he felt himself blush.

"Dick Winters," he said, hurriedly, though he wasn't sure why, holding out his hand and then realizing, belatedly, that she wasn't going to be able to take it. "I'm sorry, Lew never said -"

"Joan Warren," she said, smiling at the brief comedy of him offering his hand, looking down at it, and then shoving it into his pocket. (She had a nice smile. Could he say that?) "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Winters. And I'm sure Lewis has forgotten my name - if he ever knew it at all."

Lewis - like he was a younger brother or a cousin she had to put up with occasionally. Well, he'd grown up in this house, hadn't he? If she'd been here that long, maybe he was still a child to her. The prospect of being forgotten didn't seem to make her very happy, and Dick decided to change the subject. "So have you...been here long?" God, Dick, what kind of question is that?

Another enignmatic, patient smile. "Since the night I left. Isn't there always something about unfinished business? I think you know what mine was."

"I'm sorry," Dick offered, not knowing what else there was to say. The record had moved on to the next song, and he was forming an image in his mind of what this room must have looked like, the night of that party - men in tuxedos and women in party dresses, everyone drinking champagne and high on life. Lew's...grandfather, probably, or his great-grandfather, presiding over the whole thing. The war was over, and soon everyone would be coming home. Everyone except her fellow, I guess. "That must have been...indescribable."

"Truth be told, I don't remember much of it," she admitted. "Mrs. Nixon was wearing gardenias, and there was too much rum in the punch. Then I remember - the buttons on the Western Union man's jacket. After that..." she gave a slight shrug. "I was gone, and then I...came back."

"Do you...make appearances very often?"

She shook her head. "No, not often. But when emotions are high - a party, or a fight." A brief, dry chuckle. "I think you know this house has seen a lot of fights." God, did he ever. "Blanche and I had an understanding. I'd sit by her bed and sing to her." A thought occurred. “Is she doing all right? Blanche? I haven’t seen her in the longest time.”

Dick thought about Lew’s younger sister, last seen on Instagram in Bali on a yoga retreat for the rich and famous after having dumped yet another deadbeat boyfriend. Still trying to find herself - that was what he always thought of when Lew’s sister came to mind. Both of the Nixons were trying to find themselves - Lew at the bottom of a bottle for a while, and Blanche by - wandering. “She’s doing okay,” he said.

“I suppose I should let you go. You were - in the middle of things.”

He shrugged. As hauntings went, this one had been pretty pleasant - and if he was being really honest, he was glad for the company. "It was very nice to meet you, Miss Warren. I know you're around, but you're welcome...any time.”

She smiled at that, turning around and walking out of the room, slowly fading out as she went. Dick stared at the empty space near the doors into the hall, and suddenly realized something. If there wasn’t a fight or a party - why did she come? He looked at the record player, circling now in silence, and rose from his chair to turn it off, reading off the eventual real estate listing in his head.

Recently refinished hardwood floors and exterior landscaping. Also comes with well-behaved ghost who enjoys Glenn Miller.

#i have written a thing #ghost au #reincarnation au #joan warren #mercurygraypresents

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hobicakess · 7 months ago

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RED CHOPSTICKS | 2/3

SUMMARY: . The Min Brothers were fucking insane

PAIRING: Ganster!yoongi x reader / Law enforcement!AugustD x fem! reader

RATING: 18+ (I am not a babysitter. You're in control of what you consume)

CONTENT WARNING: porn with HELLA plot violence, plus sized reader , afro asian reader , dead bodies , blood , slight gore mention, stalking , twin rivalry , yandere, heavy angst, nonconsensual recording + photo taking , death threats towards innocent people, cheating, mc is very ... not smart! ( for the plot ofc ) , gang violence, reader not having a great relationship with law enforcement, reader has a criminal record ( don't we all? ) , murder , character death, guns, kidnapping ( kind of ) , e2l ( more like fuck buddies ) , hints to a robbery, SMUT hate fucking , clit / coochie smacking , bondage with a tie , overstimulation , degradation , gagging, car sex , bratty reader , dom!augustd , sub!reader , spanking , biting , spit mention, i hope that's all.

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A/N: this is my longest fic ive ever written! the amount of times ive scraped this and rewrote it should be illegal. i honestly didn't see it becoming this big all i wanted was for me to hunch the police 🫤 WELL HERE WE ARE NOW!!!

Looking a man in the eye and shooting him dead was never on your bucket list of things to do. You always wanted to go to Hawaii and lounge around in a tropical setting, or a picnic in front of the Eiffel Tower but you simply weren't normal enough for that.

You were at your mailbox boredly flicking through the bills and useless advertised telegrams when a bright yellow envelope caught your eye.

You tuck the rest of the envelopes under your arm— using the acrylic nail on your index finger to open it. Slowly you began to remove the endless series of pictures. They all contained you and Yoongi together in multiple situations. One of you holding hands and walking into your apartment, the other of the two of you coming out of the car together. Your hair was disheveled, your hand tugging at the top of your dress, a wide smirk on Yoongi's face as his eyes looked directly into the camera fixing at his pants.

You swallow hard, heart beating a bass drum in your ears.

This is exactly what Yoongi warned you about in the beginning of your relationship.

“Y/N L/N?” You jumped shoving the photos into the envelope turning towards the voice. You are met with a man, his eyes a light shade of brown and his hair dark and curly.

“Who's asking?'' Clearing your throat, the grip on your once useless mail got tighter watching him dig into his pocket, pulling out his golden badge.

“Detective Kim Taehyung, I’d like to talk to you back at the station. Little birdy told me you know the whereabouts of Min Yoongi. Otherwise known as ‘Suga’.

You gulped, looking over his shoulder and seeing his partner leaning on the edge of his patrol car the ripped man throwing you a smile and wave. The bunny like smile didn’t even match his hulking figure.

“Well, your little birdy? Was wrong Mr. Kim have a good rest of your day.”

“Please don’t make this any harder Ms” You begin to walk away from the fed quickly, descending up the stairs of your home.

This is exactly what Yoongi didn't want.

“Y/N L/N you’re under arrest for the murders of Kim Hongjoon, Song Mingi, and Choi San"

At the Seoul police station, you were roughed up and thrown into a cold interrogation room. Rubbing your raw wrist throbbing from being bound too tight by the handcuffs you were unlawfully forced in. Groaning your head banged on the cool metal table. The names of any of the men Detective Kim had listed didn't ring any of the bells inside your head. You had your petty crimes throughout your youth, but you were partially civil enough to not murder anybody. This was a tactic to get you to spill what you knew about your boyfriend, and his very illegal line of work. Hell, you didn’t really know anything but, in all honesty, you were ready to fold when he pulled his badge from his pocket. You and law enforcement never mixed well.

You hear the door open, making you sit up straight with a scowl deep on your face. "No one read me my rights."

He chuckled, his dark hair shiny in the low yellow lights. He turned, and your mouth dropped open. “I'll be sure to scold my officers.”

This man was a carbon copy of your Min Yoongi.

The only difference was that the scar on the left side of his face looked to have healed better and was faint. Unlike your boyfriends, whose scar was still an angry, bright shade of red, thick, and tissuey leaving him partially blind.

You knew your boyfriend had a brother. A brother who was in some type of higher up position working for him and covering his messy jobs. Though he rarely talked of him in greater detail, Yoongi had failed to let you know of his very identical twin. “You might catch flies Mrs. Y/n”, setting a large binder on the cold table and taking a seat in the wooden chair in front of you. You shut your mouth, mind running a million miles per hour.

“Seems like he doesn't talk about me much” A noise of disapproval left his lip. Lending you his hand, “Detective August, I requested your presence here in regard to my brother current whereabouts”

Your mouth turned into a thin line, and boy you really wished you knew. “I don’t know what you're talking about...” he hummed, cracking open the large binder skimming through it.

Your body stiff as he read off a file everything about you, “Your grades were decent in high school, though you dropped out suddenly in the middle of your senior year, you were homeless for a year after that, and you have a couple petty thief's and three assault charges”

He looked at you, nodding “You and my brother are a perfect match”

“My brother keeps many women around” he started leaning back into the chair, legs crossing “But you? He's kept you around for the longest, seven months?”

He whistled mockingly, “That's a world record. What makes you so special, huh?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, nails digging deep into your skin as your leg bounces with anxiety. He was pissing you off and the smirk told you he knew it. You could jump over the table and punch him for being an asshole cop and just for unfortunately sharing the same face of your absent boyfriend, but you didn't need another assault charge on another cop.

"And what the fuck does that have to do with me?”

“I always keep tabs on my little brother, always running around and making messes around the city"

So, you're his personal maid?" Watching his jaw clench you smile in satisfaction.

He harshly began to pull out batches of pictures, men whose faces you've seen before somewhere in your life. Till it clicked in your brain— all of these men have tried to make a pass at you over the past couple of months of you dealing with Yoongi romantically. The next handful of photos he pulled were them all laying in pools of their own blood.

"Very sloppy jobs done by yours truly."

Your stomach twisted in knots. You knew what Yoongi was capable of, but all of this for you? You swallow hard, letting a loud sigh leave your lips. "I haven't heard anything from him in 3 weeks he never tells me where he is, what he's doing, or when he's coming back”

August cursed under his breath, hand wiping down his face, "There's been radio silence for five days, were not even sure if he's in Korea anymore."

With that the worst possible scenarios flashed before your eyes, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Y/N, we’ll find him. It's not the first time this has happened”

“And how long was he missing?”

“A year and a half.”

You swallow hard, "And my murder charges?".

"They've suddenly been dropped. I'll be sure to remind my men to be less rough next time"

“Next time?”

The long months of being with Yoongi him disappearing on you wasn't rare. Being that he constantly let it be known that his line of work wasn't meant for you, and you didn't need to be involved. Three weeks has been the longest your lover has been gone. Three very long weeks with not even the smallest bit of news from Hoseok, his right-hand man. You were worried sick, but you knew your boyfriend was tough, and he always came back home to you.

Towel wrapped around your body, you sighed heavily, feeling yourself buzzing from the red wine you'd been consuming since you walked in the front door. It was near dark when Detectives Kim and Jeon dropped you off at home, apologizing for how forceful they were.

You didn't even know if you should have been talking to him and telling the man anything, but you just figured it was fine because he did cover a lot of Yoongi's ‘accidents.

After rubbing your body down with essential oils, you jump at the sound of the phone ringing. The caller ID stating ‘unknown' made you immediately press the green answer and put it on speaker phone, “Hello?

“Don’t you miss me, doll?” You stiffened hearing his voice for the first time in weeks made your body feel like jello. “You mad at me, princess?”

“Mad is an understatement.” glaring at the bright phone screen, “You're so cute when you frown” his words made your glare deepen, looking around your bedroom.

“Is there a fucking cam-” he cut you off. His voice was deeper than usual, all dark and serious, different from his usual playfulness. “I know you saw my brother today.”

“It's not like I had a choice” he clicked his tongue and mumbled shit over his breath and slightly ruffling like he was running his hands through his hair.

“I don’t want you seeing him again, he's a fuckin’ pig. You need to be more assertive. Hobi told me you folded as soon as Taehyung pulled out his badge”

You were at your breaking point, you haven't spoken in weeks and now he was trying to coach you?

“Oh fuck you Min Yoongi, our first conversion in weeks is this bullshit? I've been worried sick.” he stayed silent on the other end listening to you rant about everything. You weren't a dumbass. You knew that dealing with a gangster would come with extra baggage, but this was making your head hurt.

“Your killing innocent men for flirting with me? Then you might as well murder the 14 year old who gives me a free rose every monday”

“You think I won't?” blood running cold as a chill ran down your spin

"Yoongi can't be serious right now” His sigh was loud and frustrated, “Me killing six men for you isn't serious enough?”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want my brother around. Of course, he goes to you when I'm away. He’s already getting to your head and filling it with nonsense so he could have you to himself”

You scoff angrily, scuffing down your glass of wine. “You're so delusional, fuck you and your brother, I don't want anything to do with either of you anymore. Don't bother coming back here” he paused, then his laughter rang through the speakers like he was watching a comedy special.

“Youre hilarious, baby." he sighs and sniffs. “You know I can see you right? Been watching you since I left.”

Your eyes scan every corner of your bedroom. “You don't want me to come back and play with that pussy for you?”

“No.” You didn't answer just staring down at your clench thighs as his soft hum fills your ears, “You're not a good liar momma.”

“Fuck you Min Yoongi” he hummed, almost sounding like cats purr “I plan on fucking you.”

“l'll be home in two days, and I'm gonna make it up to you with this dick deep in your guts."

“I love you, and stop drinking so much your hangovers are the worst.” he hung up with that leaving you shunned to tears. Throwing your phone down you turn up the whole bottle of cheap wine.

Fuck you Min Yoongi

There were three things that you learned over the past 24 hours.

1. No matter where you went there were always people watching you.

Even your own house isn't safe. Yoongi somehow placed cameras in unknown places all throughout and his men were on your tail along with August and his lackeys.

2. Yoongi was so right about your hangovers.

Your head was thumping the moment you woke up in the morning, still you got ready for work.

3. The Min brothers were fucking insane.

Pulling on the detective's sleeve, you drag him outside the saloon. August had shown up today at your workplace asking around for you and causing a scene. Knowing how nosy and gossipy your coworkers and customers were, you'd be the hot topic for weeks, horrible for your lowkey reputation.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you ask when the two of you were furthest away from the shop and out of sight.

August stared you down, face blank. You hated that he shared the same face as your boyfriend, and he was just as handsome, but the way he carried himself was totally different from his brother.

While Yoongi was very loose and airy, August was tight and stiff with every movement. Despite that, both brothers had a very demanding and dominated aura, taking up space even in the largest room.

“ If you had to ask me something, a phone call or text would have been great. Instead of barging into my workplace like a madman”

He blinked once, twice, then again, looking behind you. You turn and see several people entering your job. He then gripped onto your forearm and dragged you into his chest. You fight against his grip, cursing him and complaining.

"What's going on? Are you crazy?"

"Listen woman" he hissed grip tightening as he shook you slightly. "My brother needs to tighten your leash before I have to."

You open your mouth to get ready to mouth back, but his look shut you right up. "Those pictures you got in the mail. Who do you think sent them?"

You swallow hard before gulping harshly, putting two and two together. He knew what was going to happen if you stayed in the saloon longer.

"Now be quiet and get in the car."

August was seated beside you in the drivers seat of the tinted Audi. You hated this, you wanted to sleep but everytime you dozed off August was there to flick you in the forehead claiming he wasn't going to carry you when the ride was over. You kept asking him when that time was coming and his answer was always a dry 'soon'.

"You have a very foul mouth for a lady," he grumbled, not even looking in your direction.

"And you're annoying. No wonder Yoongi doesn't like you”

He growled hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Me and my brothers relationship is hardly any of your business” With a roll of your eyes and a huff, you cross your arms.

“You two should have never made it my business." his eyes shifted towards you for the first time since getting put in the car. His eyes burning into the side of your head, but you kept your focus outside of the window, ignoring him. Your thigh began to bounce in anxiety as you got tired of his staring.

"Can you keep your eyes on the damn road?" You snapped at him. "You've spoke to my brother yesterday, no?"

"So what if I did." Looking back out the car window.

"You remind me of my brothers last whore. A dumb puppy." he said, you didn't even think when your hand raised smacking the clone of a man across the face. The raw sound of the skin colliding echoed throughout the car.

"You sound jealous of your little brother August." His face went through the most emotion you'd seen him show.

"Awe, poor August always in Yoongi's shadow, hoping and wishing to be just like him- ACK"

August foot slammed hard onto the break sending you forward, seat belt digging in your chest, head inches away from hitting the dashboard.

"Don't talk about shit you don't know about" his voice raises looking at you with slitted eyes. But you didn't have to know much to figure out that August was living in his brother's shadow. So you pressed on, acrylic nails tapping all over his buttons.

"Yoongi gets to do things without consequences while you pick up and clean up after. I'm sure you're tired, I know you wished you could make a mess and not clean it up for once."

“Get out.” and with that you opened the door, slamming it hard beginning your long walk down the dark road. Hearing the sound of the driver side door close your turn and see August. Giving him two middle fingers you grabbed your phone from your work pants, cursing as there was no cell service. You heard August behind walking steadily.

You must have misjudged the distance between you and him before you knew it you were lifted off the ground. Your phone is thrown to the ground and his shiny dress shoe is stomping on it. You claw at his back, kicking and screaming “You psycho! Put me down!”

A smack echoed through the trees. Your ass stings as you embarrassingly laid limp over the detective's shoulder. He walks both of you back to the car. There was no getting out of this situation and before, you knew it. You were thrown into the backseat of the car, an angry August looming over you.

You both were breathing heavy as you stared at each other, and before you knew it, he was smashing his lips onto yours. You should have screamed more, or headbutted him like Yoongi taught you, bit his tongue when it slipped inside your mouth, but you didn't.

You allowed him to put his tongue in your mouth. You allowed him to grope your chest as he grinded himself against your crotch and you let the moans slip from your mouth. High-pitched and whiny they were. When you two parted a thin line of spit followed his lips immediately latched hard onto your neck.

He was mumbling. You couldn't what he was saying with the way his hands roughly dragged your work pants down your ankles and rubbing you through your damp panties. Humorlessly he laughed,

“If this is the mess he would leave i wouldn't mind cleaning it”

"I wonder which one of you got the most attention growing up?" smirking as you egg him on further, making him bite your neck hard, you were sure there was blood leaking. "You run your pretty fucking mouth too much." Shoving your panties into your mouth roughly shoving your legs up to your chest.

Staring at your glistening folds he groans, slim fingers ghosting over your peeking clitoris. Your thighs quiver as his fingers sink into your wet hole, moaning against the damp fabric in your mouth. “I wonder what my brother would say if he knew how easy it was to get you spread open for me.”

Lewd sounds came from the bottom half of you as his curled fingers roughly fucked your insides, you were sure that the mess was leaking onto the dark interior of his car. He never looked away from your face, staring intensely into your eyes and every time you closed your his thumb would press directly on your swollen and sensitive clit. “You're gonna cum?” He asked obviously, telling from the way your thighs twitched and from the way you squeezed his fingers like they'd stolen something from you.

“Slut” he hissed, watching you fall apart in loud high pitched, pornographic moans. He didn't stop his movements until you were sobbing for him to stop, the buzz and sting in between your legs was simply too much to handle. “Tch...” he removed his finger from your insides smacking his palm against the wet flesh. His pants were hurriedly unbuttoned, and his hot flesh smacked onto your own.

When he sinks himself into you— gasping out loud nails digging into your palms. While Yoongi was long and curved at the tip like a dagger stabbing at your g spot, August was thick from bottom to top, feeling him throbbing inside you as he forced himself deep into your stomach. “This is why he kills for you, fuck...

His thrust rocked the car heavily as your moans and his occasional grunts filled the small space. Your noises muffled against the panties in your mouth, damp with your saliva. You could feel his thrust becoming sloppier and your stomach tightening. The grip on your neck loosened as he pulled you to kiss him. Your organisms crashed together as your thighs shook against his waist and he came deep inside your withering body. The two of you laid there breathing heavily as your eyes slowly began to drift shut. “If this is what gets you to shut up, I would've done it a long time ago.”

He huffs, swiping his fallen curls back as he moves to untie you, removing the cloth from your mouth as you limply laid. He wrapped his suit jacket around you and pulled up your pants still mumbling. “Sleep well, we've got 20 minutes left.”

You awoke with a yawn rolling over you blinked a couple times before remembering your night eyes popping open you wipe the sleep from them, blinking. “Goodmornin’ doll.”

Min Yoongi hovered over you with a gummy smirk causing you to gasp. Leaping up from your plaited position your arms wrapping around his neck. He hugs you back tucking his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent that always stuck to your skin. In that moment you forgot that you were supposed to be mad at the man too overwhelmed with his presence. He pulled back pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes were darker than usual. Sucken in from the weeks of lack of sleeping and you noticed how much thinner he was.

Then it hit you like a truck.

August, kidnapped? the car, his dick . . .

You were a dirty dog clinging to your boyfriend after getting your brains fucked out by his twin brother who he obviously dislikes.

You cry into his neck as he shushes you, he was way too calm about this and that was just the signs of a storm slowly but surely brewing. He lets you go softly, standing to his feet. Nodding at the clothes hanging on the dresser in front of you "Put those on and meet me downstairs." With a quick kiss he leaves you sniffing and alone.

Descending down the long staircase your bare feet pad against the cold tiles. You spot Yoongi and his men standing at the bottom. Yoongi watched you walk down hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, cigarette burning between his lips. He was quick to grab you when you finally hit the last set of stairs, arm snuggly wrapping around your waist as he walked you through the large house.

"Where are we Yoon?"

"Do you trust me?" He asked, as Namjoon opened the door to the outside. Your eyes widen in horror as you see what's behind the door.

He grabs your face to make you look him in the eyes as he asks you again more aggressively "Do you trust me Y/N?"

You sniff back tears looking the man you love in the eyes. "Yes. I do Yoongi."

He clicks his tongue staring at you a moment longer. "I don't believe you."

You let out a string of protests as he drags you outside, you stumbled falling to your knees. You hand smacking into the pool of blood. You gagged dry heaving as Yoongi scoffed at you snatching you back to your feet.

Blood staining the concrete ground as multiple bodies lay only inches away from you both. Their faces were covered with blood stained bags, and their hands and feet tied together. You could hear some sobbing and begging while others laid still more than likely dead.

You stood there shaking in fear as you watched Yoongi pull a gun from the waistband of his pants. While Namjoon and Hoseok pulled a squirming man in front of you. "You see, doll everything I do is for a reason."

"I tell you to stay out of my business for a reason"

"I tell you to keep Hobi at your side for a reason."

He clicked the silver weapon as he yanks the sheet of the man's head revealing August. His face was bruised and bloody as he stared from the gun to you. A humorless chuckle leaves his lips as he bows his head to the ground. "If you shoot me, our pact is done, and you'll never see the light of day or your slut again."

Verbally wincing when Yoongi knocks the butt his gun against his brother's face. August makes no sound head turning as he spits the blood from his mouth. Yoongi crouches down to his level, clicking his tongue as he hums. "I'm not gonna shoot you August what kind of little brother would I be?"

"Grab the runts." He tells his right hand men, bringing in Taehyung and Jungkook who struggled against them. "You see brother you think you're so smart because you got your little degree."

"But that doesn't mean shit." He stands to his full height turning towards. "There's a reason our father gave me his empire and not you. You're predictable and impulsive you think fucking my girl is going to send me over the edge and make me break our pact by ending your miserable life."

He laughs, "Well August... I'm not going to kill you no matter how much I'm burning too."

He turned towards you giving you a gummy smile. Not at all appropriate for the current circumstance you were in. "She is."

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The gay scandal QLD Police hushed up for over a century

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The gay scandal QLD Police hushed up for over a century

In 1906, the Queensland Police hushed up the greatest gay scandal in the state’s history. The cover-up endured for over a century.

Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander readers are advised that the following story contains the name of a person who has died.

This writer uncovered the cover-up while researching the brutal murder of 67-year-old Peter Lumberg in Cairns in 1905. Despite oodles of evidence pointing to the guilt of the old man’s ‘most intimate friend’ – an obvious psychopath – the murder was never solved.

In fact, Inspector Hubert Durham, officer-in-charge of the far north police district, did everything possible to ensure the psychopath escaped justice. That included using torture to force a confession from an Aboriginal man named Tommy Tomahawk.

Evidence presented to an inquiry also showed that the psychopath previously attempted to kill both his own wife and Peter Lumberg by poisoning. His 54-year-old father-in-law died unexpectedly earlier in 1905; both his children died in infancy, and his wife simply disappeared a few years later. Her husband told the local paper she died in a New York hospital despite her not having the means to travel to the United States and no record of her travel, hospital stay or death.

So why would Inspector Durham risk everything to protect a homicidal maniac?

To me, the obvious answer always seemed blackmail. The psychopath had something on him.

Gay sex remained illegal in 1905. Durham’s life would have been ruined by accusations of gay sex. He already picked up and started again on the other side of the world as a young man. An officer in a British regiment, young Durham suddenly resigned and moved to Queensland, cutting off contact with his parents for the remainder of his life.

Legendary sportsman

Tall, athletic and good-looking, Hubert Durham became a legendary Queensland sportsman. He was a leading player on the Queensland rugby team that first won an inter-colonial match against NSW in 1886. A decade later as Treasurer of Queensland Rugby, he was instrumental in introducing maroon as the team colour.

Durham also achieved many newsworthy successes during his police career. However, suspicion of some nature always hung over him. He spoke in his suicide note of ‘vile wretches’ starting ‘atrocious rumours’ about him.

“I never was able to locate the beginning of that calumny. But the herd loves to sniff prurience of that sort, and therefore, I have never professed to be perturbed by the damnable slanders…”

After a public outcry about the mismanaged prosecution of Tommy Tomahawk, Commissioner Cahill ordered his Mr Fix-it Inspector Toohey to Cairns. The pair communicated by coded telegram as they worked to minimise damage to the police force. Toohey stage-managed a public inquiry designed to share with the public no more information than they already knew. Other highly incriminating evidence remained shrouded in secrecy.

A few cops suffered minor punishments. Durham was demoted and transferred to Hughenden – a hot and dusty hellhole where he’d hopefully never be heard of again.

Charlie Cocks

But in Hughenden, Durham did something he’d obviously done many times before. He connived to get a junior officer naked, then forcibly restrained the young man and performed oral sex on him. He also offered to put his penis in the constable’s arse but accepted that could wait until ‘some other time’ when Charlie Cocks refused.

Charlie Cocks was not intimidated by anyone. He reported the incident to the local station sergeant who took possession of some physical evidence and communicated with the commissioner by coded telegram.

Commissioner Cahill immediately dispatched an inspector to Hughenden. He gave him firm instructions to do what it took to avoid a scandal.

However, Durham got wind that the inspector was on the way and realised it was all over for him. He committed suicide.

Meanwhile, Charlie Cocks confessed to another young constable that the Inspector Oscar Wilded him. That constable blabbed and soon the cat was out of the bag.

The cover-up of Queensland’s greatest-ever gay scandal

I came across an article on Trove about Durham’s suicide in the Cairns Morning Post about 20 years ago.

‘A Good Many Things Explained’ shouted the headline above an article that explained none of those things.

‘No Wonder He Shot Himself’ it added.

However, the paper gave very little detail, though it did misquote the testimony of someone it called Constable Cox.

“Something occurred. More than one thing occurred. The proceedings were of a nature calculated to be a gross insult towards me.”

And it seems this was the start of Cahill’s gigantic cover-up. The papers were given the wrong spelling of Charlie Cock’s name. Over a century later, I wasted years searching for Constable Cox.

The police also limited what they told the newspapers to very salacious evidence that no publication could risk printing at the time. Only three newspapers printed substantive articles on the assault and subsequent suicide: The Hughendan Observer, the Cairns Morning Post and the Brisbane Truth.

But when I searched the Queensland State Archives for more information, I expected to learn more. Despite only launching in 1959, the State Archives are a great resource with an amazing collection of information.

But try as I might, I could find little more there about the incidents in Cairns and Hughenden than I already knew form the newspapers.

I was quite sure I knew what happened. It was easy to connect the dots and put two plus two together.

But I needed evidence. Many of my readers seem reluctant to simply trust my intuition. (What bastards!)

After years of searching, one afternoon I had 15 minutes spare beforfe the Archives closed. I asked to see Inspector Durham’s police file. Police files usually contain a handful of documents detailing time off sick and transfers. But when Durhams file arrived it was a big thich collection of documents which upon examination turned out to be transcripts, telegrams, secret reports and communications and so much more.

The long searched for files were judged too old and fragile to allow access

I quickly photographed a few key documents and determined to return the next morning. However, the next morning I was denied access to the file because of its age and fragility.

I asked how much to have the file photographed by the institution’s professional archivists and was quoted thousands of dollars.

After arriving home heartbroken, I drafted an email to the Archives.

I explained that much queer history went unrecorded or suffered erasure fromm the record. While I understood the need to conserve historial documents, it would be very sad if we were denied access to what we could discover of our history. No one had looked at Durham’s file for over a century and now it would become inaccessible for all eternity because of cost.

I did not expect a reply but within days someone wrote back, agreeing with me, and offering a photographic copy of the file on pdf for $48.

And thus I was able to find evidence of much I previously only suspected.

Over the next few weekends, beginning today, QNews will document the happenings in Cairns and Hughenden in 1905 and 1906. We’ll detail the story of Hubert Durham – the story the Queensland Police never wanted you to know – and almost succeeded in hiding for all eternity – the story of the greatest gay scandal in Queensland history.

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

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Yes, and I know it has been a long while since I posted stuff on either here, or Telegram pages, or even YT since releasing the last of the Aaron of Live 12 tracks (and has used a new handle for music since then).

Do not get the wrong idea okay. These sites still do mean a lot, and the handle still matters, but just because I am not active on many SN sites does not mean I do not care about it or whatnot... I am very busy in pursuing both a DJ career and, expanding on this recently created Doujin project I’m creating from scratch. Also, this said project will contain among the heaviest and most intense music that I have ever created and produced and plan further productions to where I will create both clean and explicit tracks when this project launches properly, sometime in 2024, no fixed date as of yet.

No need to lie, but the main sport I’m still following this season is in AFL league matches, among other levels, of Australian Rules Football I mean. In truth, for the last 5 or so rounds of the season, it has been a very intense struggle in the midfield. And just like many others who follow with deep interest, this season has had an even higher stakes game of Snakes and Ladders, compared to last season. Also contrary to previous seasons, where I followed 2 or 3 particular teams per season, I’ve took a backseat with barracking this time, and if I’m going to be honest, at a personal level, I frankly don’t care to place deep support to any team anymore, as much of the experience of the sport recently in my mind, harbors a ‘wild rollacoaster’ ride, at greater frequencies than in recent seasons, and thus, exhibits more pleasure, pain, and unpredictability on the competitive side. More in relation to Sports events before I end the post. Poor standards have been shown so far in the Women’s FIFA WC, but I think that’s expected since all the sides who have competed in day 1, are all rather poor teams, including the host nations in my personal opinion. No interest in this season’s F1. Sennastappen, come Bahrain in 2024. Virtually no-one, be it drivers, or constructors, can stop the RBR powerhouse, even if occasionally the other driver is not in the same league as Sennastappen is. ------ In the following other Sports I found more positivity in it than in past years. Yes, Cricket for one, has improved in some essential aspects, but crowds I think are more derogatory and less honest than in previous years, which not only do I not approve of that, but also runs parallel to potential anarchy and straight-up war against the opposition, never mind about how high the quality of the actual Cricket that was playing then. Indeed, this also includes in the USA, where many elite cricketers are at competing in Cricket’s MLC, and in parts of England, for both the Men’s and Women’s Ashes matches. I hated the way the Mens Ashes in particular ended... the rainy weather interfering the great series that may have been, and personally I’m livid with it. Also privileged too to witness on TV, the IPL finale, delayed a day, but was still worth waiting for, as well as the way the match finished off, high-class, straight-up theater. And perhaps the best match of all, when Rinku scored five 6′s in the final over to inexplicably steal the match from what never should have been their victory. And I never, ever saw anything of that extreme in cricket, ever, including teams making, or agonizingly not making, that last run in the last ball of the chasing team’s inning. Enough there on that subject. The NHL, in Ice Hockey. Wrestling, both in the WWE and AEW, but not so, the MMA or Boxing ones. I must add, it has been over 6 years since last actively following any live developments of any Professional Wrestling events on TV, but at least the workaround I’ve found recently was just not to listen to it at all. The dog-gone profanity on virtually all the walls, as it has been in practically the entire history of such combat-based events, . But nevertheless I do still like watching the competitors, regardless of gender, battle, even if occasionally it ends under unfair circumstances. Yes, I am also going to add in the events of the PDC darts tournaments in, but only just, because I’ve seen the events in it this year as fractionally better than in last year overall. At the first main tournament, in the Grand Final match of it, both players in one of the legs, 9-dart attempts, where the first player missed by a thread, and somehow the other hits his/it’s ‘9th’ dart home, to what virtually all the folks have stated it as the best leg that they ever seen/watched, and if not, one of the greatest moments in Professional Darts history, period. But since that match, it’s been peaks and valleys, and I must say, it has been lower, more so than higher. In both main forms of Rugby League and Union, minor stuff which was changed up, and still feels very similar to the previous few years, for which I interpret as a small, yet important positive.

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Cryptocurrency Exchange Script: Building Your Own Exchange Platform

What is a cryptocurrency exchange script?

Benefits of Utilizing a cryptocurrency exchange script:

Time and Cost Savings: By using a script, you can skip the lengthy development process and reduce the costs associated with building an exchange platform from scratch.

Proven Features and Functionalities: scripts incorporate features that are tried and tested, ensuring a reliable and efficient trading experience for your users.

Customizability: While scripts offer pre-built features, they are also flexible enough to be customized to match your specific business requirements.

Quick Deployment: With a script, you can launch your exchange platform faster, enabling you to enter the market quickly and gain a competitive edge.

Steps to Build a cryptocurrency exchange script:

A. Research and Planning:

Identify your target audience, market situation and understand their needs.

Study existing cryptocurrency exchanges to gather insights.

Define the scope and functionality of your script.

B. Design and User Interface:

Create a user-friendly and intuitive interface for seamless trading.

Incorporate responsive design elements for optimal user experience across devices.

Focus on aesthetic appeal and easy navigation.

C. Backend Development:

Develop the core functionality, including order matching and transaction processing.

Integrate payment gateways for fiat and cryptocurrency transactions.

Implement user authentication and KYC/AML procedures.

D. Security Features:

Implement robust security measures, including two-factor authentication and encryption techniques.

Conduct regular security audits and penetration testing.

Ensure compliance with crypto industry regulations and data protection standards.

E. Integration with Blockchain:

Connect your script with a blockchain network for transparent and secure transactions.

Implement smart contract functionality for automated and trustless trading.

F. Testing and Deployment:

Conduct extensive testing to find and fix any bugs or issues.

Set up a staging environment for final testing.

Deploy your script on a reliable hosting provider.

Best Practices for Cryptocurrency Exchange Script Development:

Regularly update your script to incorporate the latest security enhancements and features.

Provide 24/7 customer support to address user queries and concerns.

Stay informed about regulatory changes and adapt your script accordingly.

Foster liquidity by partnering with liquidity providers or implementing liquidity solutions.

Conclusion:

Building a cryptocurrency exchange script offers a convenient and efficient way to start your own exchange platform. By following the step-by-step guide and incorporating best practices, you can develop a reliable and secure script that meets the needs of your target market. Take advantage of the benefits offered by cryptocurrency exchange script with the help of Beleaf Technologies and embark on your journey to becoming a successful cryptocurrency exchange operator.

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My father always thought I was a difficult child. I was always running around with the boys in town, getting into trouble, acting “unladylike” he would say. I think that’s what happens when you never have a mother figure in your life and you are surrounded mostly by men from the day you are born. The word “tomboy” was thrown around as a descriptive word for me since I could walk. I was never one to wear dresses and play house, I liked being outside in the dirt and mud, playing rough.

At twenty-three, being an unmarried, wild, rambunctious girl meant I was putting my father at wit's end. I was too old for finishing school and it wasn't like we had the money for that anyway, so the only other option was for me to go and visit my great aunt in San Fransisco for a while until my wild nature could be snuffed out and a suitable husband who would be able to control me was found.

What my father didn’t know was that I had already found someone I wanted to be with. Percy Dolarhyde. He was the only one in town that didn’t care for my rambunctiousness and my hatred for dresses. He loved me for who I was and couldn’t have cared less if I were wearing pants and covered in mud.

The last straw, for my father, I think, was finding Percy and me out by the river one day, with a few of the other young men watching as we wrestled in the grass. If I hadn’t been yanked up by the nape of the neck like a mother cat would do to her kitten, I would have won our little match.

I had been dragged all the way back home and told I wasn’t allowed from my room until I had packed all my clothes into a suitcase.

When I hadn’t packed anything in two hours, my father stood at my door and forced me to, watching all the while.

“What’s this about?” I asked, groaning as I shoved the last of my blouse into the case.

“I have no clue what to do with you anymore. I can't get you under control, so maybe your great aunt Mavis can. You’re leaving on the first train to San Fransisco in the morning. I’ve already sent a telegram so she knows you are coming.”

“What? You can't do that!” I yelled in protest.

“I’m your father, I can and I will.” He turned to walk out of the room. “Now, stay put, and clean yourself up.” He slammed the door as he went.

The next morning I woke up to my father shaking me awake after the sun had risen, it couldn’t have been later than seven. He shoved a dress into my arms and told me to put it on. Saying something about how even if I don’t act like one, I should look like a put-together young woman.

Not wanting to argue so early in the morning, I begrudgingly put the frilly light blue dress on. I looked like a porcelain doll whose hair had been “fixed up” by some little girl with less than adequate skill.

Then, still being confined to my room, I was brought breakfast before we set out for the train station to catch the ten o’clock train.

As I trailed behind my father, Percy and our group of friends followed behind, making comments about the dress. I turned and gave them all a look that said I would kill them if they said another word.

“Where are you going all dressed up, hum?” Asked Percy quietly as he walked in step beside me.

I looked at him, anger burning in my eyes. “I’m being sent away.”

Percy stumbled to a halt causing some of the guys behind him to bump into him before he came back to his senses and caught back up to me.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I have to go to Sacramento for the foreseeable future so be “tamed”, or so my father says.”

“You can’t be serious?” He said, shocked.

“Oh, I am. But don’t worry, I'll be back.” I told him, as I grasped his hand in mine, something I had never done before in the presence of anyone else.

“Uh, what are you doing?” he asked, looking down at our intertwined fingers.

“I’m holding your hand dumb ass, what does it look like?”

“Yeah, but why?”

“Because I want to. What? You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it. It’s just that everyone can see that we are holding hands.” He said as he pointed around with his free hand.

“I don’t care anymore, I might not be able to see you for a long time,” I huffed. “Let them all see.”

We walked hand in hand behind my father until we made it to the communal barn. There, waiting for us was a wagon, which would take my father and me to the train station in the next town over.

While my father was busy putting my bags away and checking the horse, Percy took me over to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes.

“I love you.” He said sweetly before placing his chapped lips on mine in a sad kiss.

“I love you too.” I brought my arms around him, pulling him down into a tight, bone-crushing, hug. “I’ll be back soon, before you can blink, okay. We still have a wrestling match I have to win.” I laughed, the sound coming out more doleful than happy.

My father called my name, I rolled my eyes as I gave Percy one last slow kiss before pulling away and hopping onto the wagon. I didn’t dare look back at Percy or the rest of my friends as we rode away, knowing I might cry if I did.

An hour later at nine-thirty, we were in the next town over. It gave us enough time to buy a one-way ticket and wait for the train to arrive. The whole while I had a plan to get out of this mess formulating in my mind.

If I were to get off at the next stop, which would most likely be a few towns over, that would put me at three hours away from home, too far to ride a horse, especially by myself. Great Aunt Mavis won't know I’m missing until tomorrow evening, the time it will take the train to get to San Fransisco. I can use the money my father gave me for food to buy another ticket back here, find a horse and come back home.

But how am I going to stay in town and not be seen by him? Will Percy let me stay with him? Or I could just walk into my house and tell My father that if he wants me gone he’s gonna have to try harder. I shook my head, I had a few hours to think on the train.

My father never once gave me a proper goodbye, he only handed my bags to one of the service members who would take me to my seat before batting my shoulder and walking back down the platform.

The train car was almost empty, there was only one other lady at the far end of the car from where I had chosen a seat. I let out a great big huff as my legs hit the bench and I slowly sat down. It didn’t take long for boredom to start and soon after that, I was asleep.

I jerked awake when the train came to a screeching stop. Two hours later and I was ready to put my plan into action. Standing up, I grabbed my two bags from the overhead storage and hurriedly exited the train. The platform was bustling, full of people going to and fro, getting on and off of the train. Once out of the train car, I went directly to the ticket booth.

Behind the barred window was an elderly man, who looked like he would rather be anywhere but in that office.

“I need a ticket to Clearpeak.” I said and quickly added a “Please.”

“Well little lady, there aren't any trains going to Clearpeak today. There is one more coming from there in about an hour though.” He said in a rickety voice.

“I don’t care about the trains coming from there, I need to go there. When is the next train going in that direction?” I asked, frustrated.

“Well, probably tomorrow at elven.”

“Then can I have a ticket for then?” I asked, raising my eyebrows impatiently.

“No, you’ll have to come back first thing in the morning, sweetheart.” I grimaced as he called me the nickname. No one but Percy was allowed to do that.

“Thank you,” I shook my head and left the station quickly. I had enough money to get a room at the nearest hotel if I got the cheapest room. My only thought right now was to get out of this damned dress.

The hotel wasn’t too far from the station, just down the main road into town and to the left. It was bigger than the one back home, but that's to be expected from a town that had a railroad running through it.

The inside was also cleaner than the one at home, with less dirt covering the hardwood floors. There were actually fresh flowers in a pot set off to the far corner. Other than myself and the plant in the corner, there was no one around.

I stomped my way to the counter and rang the small bell for help. After three rings a middle-aged lady came out of the door from behind the counter.

“What can I help you with?” She asked sweetly.

“I need a room for the night, Preferable the cheapest you have. I only have six dollars, and three of those are for my train ticket home.” I pulled out the three spare dollars I had and laid them crumpled up on the wooden counter. The lady looked at me with soft eyes.

“Well, I only have a two-dollar room available, but I’ll let you have it for a dollar, just don't tell no one. Then you’ll have a dollar for supper and a dollar for breakfast in the morning.” she smiled, took one dollar from the crumpled pile, and pushed the rest back to me.

“Thank you.” I took the key that dangled from her outstretched hand.

“Have a good evening!” she called out as I started up the stairs to my right, lugging my heavy bags up the stairs two flights.

The room was small with a disproportionately large queen-sized bed shoved in the middle of the back wall. A small window above the rot iron headboard let in enough light to see.

Closing the door, I threw my bags to the ground and plopped down onto the bumpy mattress. Groaning I rubbed my hands over my face. “What the hell is wrong with him? Who does he think he is? Shipping me off somewhere to some lady I’ve never even met.” I said aloud, filling the silence of the room. My questions went unanswered as I laid and thought.

Finally, after a few minutes, I stood and stripped off the frilly light blue fabric. Rummaging through one of my bags on the floor, I pulled out a pair of worn trousers and a plain cotton blouse. At last, I was back in clothes that didn’t make me feel like a clown.

In order to cure the boring blandness of being in a hotel room, I decided I would go out and explore, feed my curiosity. There were a lot of women in fancy dresses walking around with their parasols and men in their nice clean suits.

As I passed by the others walking down the road back towards the train station, they all looked at me, crazy like. A girl in pants sure did stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this. I just gave them a look and went on my way.

The train whistle sounded as the next locomotive from Clearpeak roled out of the station. I was heading to the right, straight to the saloon, when I heard my name being called by a familiar voice.

Whipping around, hair flying, I looked for who had called out to me. Standing on the stairs of the train station was Percy, with his hat in his hands. I stood in shock as he jogged over to me, the spurs on his boots, ringing.

When we got to me, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to him, picking me up and spinning us around.

I smiled and laughed, “Percy, what the hell are you doing here?”

He placed me down on my feet, smiling widely. “Well, I figured I would follow you, bring you back home.”

“How did you know I was here?” I asked, arms still around his neck.

“I didn’t. I was prepared to go all the way to San Francisco but I saw you walking down the street when the train was about to take off.”

“That’s so sweet.” I cooed. “Thank you for coming to my rescue, Pers, but I can handle myself.”

“Oh, I know you can.” He caressed the stray hairs away from my face. “But I wanted to come get you.”

“Well, there isn’t another train back until tomorrow, so we have a while. I was just on my way to grab a drink.” I pulled away from him, taking his hand in mine. “Now I have a drinking buddy.” I tugged on his hand in the direction of the saloon.

Now, seeing as I am “unladylike” in everything I do, it seems fitting that when I drink, I drink. Percy and I had been throwing back whisky for a while now and to be honest, I should have stopped maybe ten glasses ago, but that's usually what happened when we both drank together.

We would usually get drunk, seeing who could drink the most without blacking out, and then leave the saloon only to go drunkenly terrorize some person in the street or go somewhere private to be more alone.

Once it was dark, we both stumbled our way back to the hotel room. We were loud as we both tripped over the slightly raised threshold into the room. My laugh filled the air around us.

“Be quiet,” I giggled, putting my finger over my lips. “There are people trying to sleep.”

“Oh, fuck them.” Percy just waved his hand as he drunkenly tried to take off his vest.

“I’d rather fuck you.” I laughed again, as I tried to not so subtly flirt with him. I closed and locked the room door before kicking off my boots and quickly tackling Percy into the mattress, pinning him down roughly.

“Ow, what are you doing?” He mumbled into the sheets.

“I told you we have a wrestling match that needs to be finished. As I recall, before my father showed up, I was kicking your ass.” I snickered as I pushed into his back harder.

I let out a yelp as I was thrown off of Percy's back and sent flailing onto the bed. “I think it’s cute that you think you were winning.” He hovered over me smiling.

“I was, jackass, now let go.” I tried to pull my arms from his grasp but unfortunately, they held firm. So, I resorted to planting my feet on the bed and pushing my hips up as hard as I could, throwing him off balance and almost off the bed. I rolled out from under him when I felt his hands were no longer grasping onto me.

Pushing myself up, I was now standing on the opposite side of the bed as him. We stared each other down. He feined right like he was going to run around the foot of the bed but I stood my ground. Then he jumped onto the bed and over it, reaching out for me. I squealed before running around the bed, barely escaping him.

We went at it for almost ten minutes, one of us would catch the other but some home escape the hold. It would have probably gone on longer if not for the loud knock that sounded at the door and a deep man's voice yelling for us to be quiet.

We both laughed, becoming unexpectedly tired, both from the heavy drinking but all the running around as well. Trying to settle down after having so much fun was a task in and of itself. We were holding onto each other beneath the covers but I would end up laughing and that would send Percy into a fit, which in turn would make me laugh harder.

“Alright, darlin’ you have to be quiet,” Percy said sternly before placing a hand over my mouth, muffling my noises.

I pushed his hand away. “I can’t, I don’t know why I’m laughing anymore, I just am,” I said, another fit of giggles racked through me.

“Here,” he said, throwing the covers off of himself and going to pour a cup of water from the pitcher in the corner of the room. “Drink this and calm down.”

“Thank you,” I said taking a deep breath as I sat up. He placed the glass into my hand and I greedily gulped the water down. I handed the glass back to his waiting hand before snuggling back into the warm sheets.

“Better now?” He asked, laying back down behind me. His arm came to rest over my waist, mulling me in closer to him. I just nodded my head, feeling my eyes becoming droopy. “Good, now get some rest.” I felt him place a gentle kiss on my shoulder before I closed my eyes and let sleep take over me.

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