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High : Jack Maynard Smut

(basically jack & y/n get high and horny)


You got out of your Uber, walking over to the unfamiliar block of apartments. Your best friend Jack has just moved into his new apartment and so he invited you over to celebrate.


You have both been very close friends for a while now. You met him when he first moved to London, the night he had gone out clubbing to celebrate his move. You both got talking and discovered he only lived down the road from you. Since then, you guys had hung out most days apart from when you’re both busy or Jack goes away.


“Who is it?” You heard Jack’s voice through the little speaker after you had pressed the buzzer for his apartment.


“Who do you think it is?” You laughed.


“I don’t know, one of my tinder girls?” Jack joked. “Come up.”


You laughed at him before walking up the stairs. The apartment block was really nice and you could tell that Jack’s apartment was also going to be lovely. Thinking about Jack’s joke, it really wouldn’t surprise you if Jack did ask one of his tinder girls to come over just hours after he had moved in.


“Hey babe!” Jack greeted you at the door before you could even knock. He was wearing a plain white, long sleeved t shirt and black jeans. He had the happiest grin on his face which made you smile.

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BonesXReader Rumours

It was one of those rare moments on the Enterprise where you were alone in the quarters you shared with your fiancé, the CMO, Dr Leonard McCoy. Scotty had given you a few hours since you’d finished all your assigned tasks and you decided to catch up on some cleaning, pushing the button on the far wall was OK every now and then, but the place never truly felt clean.

Removing your engagement ring from around your neck for safe keeping you put it back in the box in the draw by your side of the bed and set about cleaning, starting in the bathroom.

No more than twenty minutes later did your communicator bleep from its charging station. “Hey Scotty what’s the matter?” You asked rinsing your hands in the kitchenette. You sighed, a panel an ensign was working on had blown up in his face and Scotty needed you to fix it. “I’ll be right down,” you told him, stuffing your communicator in your pocket you snatched up your key card and headed back down to engineering.

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A Production || Jihoon || Pt. 1

Originally posted by hoshbun

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 (Final)

Word Count: 2228

Genre: fluff, college au, casual writing

(A/N: based off of an old, old request about jihoon being a radio dj. sorry anon ;-;)


“Are you on his blog again?”

You glanced up to find your friend, Yunseo, pulling a chair out and sitting down. You pulled an earbud from your ear and offered to her. Yunseo pushed it away and you shrugged, pulling out the other so you could listen to what your friend had to say and proceeded to scroll through Woozi’s blog again.

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Detective's Daughter

Here we go again. Every time you got in trouble, you would be escorted to the police department. Not sent to the principal’s office, but the police department! They knew who your dad was and decided it was the best thing for you.

You walked into the station for what seemed to be the 100th time this year. It must’ve been a busy day, because some of the cops were gone, including your dad and Harvey. You shrugged and went to sit on his desk.

“(f/n)? You’re back!”

“Oh, don’t act so surprised, Eddie.”

“I’m not. You just forgot your book I was going to give you yesterday.” Edward Nygma was one of your closet friends. Most people saw him as annoying, but you saw him as just another person on the planet…who was an absolute dork.

“Thanks. Any new riddles?”

“Oh, yes! So, there’s a-”

Harvey walked up the stairs. “Ed, get away from the poor girl and get back to work.” He said. If he was back, that only meant one thing.

“(f/n)? What did you do this time?” Your dad was back.

You were (f/n) Gordon. Daughter of Detective James “Jim” Gordon. You got the most attention in school. The teachers were harder on you, all the guys wanted to be with you, and almost all of the girls wanted to be you. Your dad was basically famous.

“It wasn’t my fault, dad.”

“It never is, is it?”

You rolled your eyes. “I-”

“Hey. Do not get an additude with me. Your age means nothing. You’re still a kid.”

“I didn’t do anything! I trip over the desk and she says I was disturbing the class. She didn’t even ask if I was okay.”

Jim sighed and looked at you. “This is your 10th time here this month. I don’t know whether to believe you or not.”

“You think I’m lying?” You scoffed. “Ever since you started dating that doctor, you became different. I wish you would’ve stayed with mom.”

“I know, I know, but it had to happen. She…she didn’t care about us. It’s not my fault.”

“Nothing ever is, is it? I’m going home.”

“(f/n), please. I-” The phone rang. “Sorry, I have to answer. Gordon.” He said.

You crossed your arms and waited for him. You saw the expression on his face change. “Who is it?” You mouthed.

“Hi, Barbara. How are you?” Not her again. She used to be nice, but then she went and cheated on Jim, tried to kill Lee, and even tried to strangle you once. You kicked her butt though. You couldn’t hear what she was saying on the phone, but you could tell it wasn’t good.

Just then you heard a laugh. It wasn’t on the phone, couldn’t have been. Jim looked to the left of him and his eyes widened.

There she was. Barbara was standing right there. How did none of the other cops recognize her?

“How do I look?” She asked Jim, before walking off.

(f/n), stay here I’ll be back!“ Jim told you before running after her. You didn’t want him to go, something didn’t feel right. However, he was a cop. It was his duty.

”(f/n)! Why don’t you come in here for a minute?“ Commissioner Essen called.

A few cops entered the building. They had guns, but you paid no attention. “Coming!” You smiled. “Hi, Sarah.”

“Haven’t you grown a lot since I saw you last!” She hugged you. “Still getting into trouble?”

“Always!” You laughed.

There was a knock on the window to her office. “Yo. Come in?” The officer asked.

“Yeah…” The office lifted his head. It was Jerome Valeska. One of the Arkham escapees. The commissioner reached for her gun, but Jerome pulled one out before she could.

“Heard you were looking for us.”

A smoke bomb went off in the background and gun shots fired throughout the place. Jerome smiled and laughed as the screams of other officers could be heard. His attention was turned towards you.

“Well hello, beautiful!” He winked. “What’s your name?”

“Leave her alone.” Commissioner Essen stepped in front of you.

“Oi. Boys! Tie this one to a chair. She’s a mood killer, I tell ya.” Her motioned to Essen.

The two men came in and took Essen away. You were so focused on her, you didn’t realize how close Jerome got to you.

“I believe I asked you a question.”

You swallowed. “It’s (f/n) Gordon.”

“Gordon? Gordon! No way.” He smiled sinisterly, making your heart skip a beat. “You’re Gordon’s daughter? Y'know, I never knew he had a daughter. Just pulling your leg! Course I knew. Got a boyfriend?”

“N-no.”

“Great. Now, where were we? Oh, yes! Come with me.” Jerome grabbed you by your arm and dragged you along with him. “Stand there and don’t move.”

The commissioner looked at you and you looked at her. She was scared too, even though she acted like she wasn’t. It was written all over her face.

“Hell of a first week you’re having, Commissioner. I wish I could tell you that things were going to get better for you. They’re not.” Jerome took of his police jacket.

You looked around the building and all of the cops were dead. Everything was quiet, except for Jerome’s voice. You were worried about your dad. He should’ve been back by now, but he wasn’t. What if he’s hurt, or worse? The pace of your heart sped up, basically beating out of your chest. If he did die, he died knowing that you were still angry at him and you weren’t. Tears burned at the brim of your eyes.

A gunshot pulled you out of your thoughts.

“My line. There’s nothing more contagious than laughter. HA! HA-” Essen spit in his mouth.

“That was strangely pleasant, do it again.”

This time, she head butted him. “That’s gonna leave a mark!”

Jerome groaned and then laughed right in her face. “You got me! My turn!” He pulled out the gun from earlier. “(f/n)…I have a job for you.”

You already knew what he was going to ask, so you tried to run. He grabbed you and pulled you to him.

“Don’t be an idiot. Now you’re going to take this gun and shoot her, or I kill your daddy.”

“(f/n), don’t please.” Essen begged.

“Do it! Now!” You lifted the gun towards her, your finger on the trigger. You were shaking. How could you kill her? She was one of the only people that understood you. You shook your head no. “For crying out loud!” Jerome snatched the gun from you and shot her.

“No!” You cried.

“Alright, wrap it up!” Jerome shouted putting the gun back in the hilt. “Come on, sweet cheeks. We have places to be.” He smiled, pulling you along with him. All of you were outside and he pushed you in the car.

Jerome took a deep breath and sighed. “It is so great to be out of there. Smelled a lot like death. Don’t know why though.” He laughed. “Cheer up, doll face. It all went according to plan and you didn’t even have to get your hands dirty.”

“Don’t call me doll face or sweet cheeks or ANYTHING for that matter.”

“The Commissioner had to die, okay? It was necessary.”

“Why don’t you just kill me already?”

“No can do! I have a little surprise for you, so sit tight.”

You rolled your eyes, tired of crying and feeling sorry for yourself. At least you weren’t going to die…yet. Jerome didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt you. He was a psychopath. However, the way he smiled made you melt. The insanity behind his eyes didn’t frighten you, but made you attracted to him. You stopped yourself there. You couldn’t fall for a murderer. It would be crazy! That didn’t stop your heart from beating every time he talked to you.

Whatever this surprise was, you hoped it didn’t involve more killing.

~~~~~

“More killing?!” You screamed at him.

“I know! Thrilling isn’t it?!”

“No! No it’s not! I’m not killing my teacher.”

“Come onnnn. It’ll be fun.”

“I’m not a murderer.”

“No, but I am. Now, you either get out of the car or I tell them to kill your dad. Your choice.”

Did you really have a choice? Not likely. Jim was all you had left in your life. If he died, no one would look for you anymore. You’d just be gone, forever.

“Okay. I’ll go.” You sighed. As you walked towards the entrance you could see Miss Landing’s shadow in the classroom window.

~~~~~

Jerome knocked on the door and then pulled it open. “Sorry to disturb you Miss…Landing is it?”

“Y-you’re that guy from the TV!”

Jerome pretended to blush. “Thanks for noticing. I’m told I put on quite the show!”

“I have nothing here I promise. You can take my money a-and my car! Take anything you want, just please don’t kill me!” She begged.

“What? Kill you? Me? Ha! Nonono. I’m not killing you.”

“Thank you so m-”

“(f/n) is. I heard you two don’t have a great history. (f/n)! That was your cue.”

You stood outside of the classroom, shaking in your shoes. As much as you hated Miss Landing, you didn’t want to kill her. The only other option was to run, but you were pretty sure Jerome would shoot you in the back.

You slowly walked into the classroom. Miss L was on the floor pleading for her life, until her eyes met yours.

“(f/n)! I am so sorry I haven’t been the best teacher to you. If you’d accept my apology, I promise I’ll tell all the teachers to give you straights A’s for the next three years! Please, please forgive me!”

“I’m not killing her! I won’t.” You said. “Let’s just go. You can find someone else to kill.”

Jerome rolled his eyes. “Listen here, (f/n)-” He started, placing the knife on the table. “When I set my mind on killing someone, I’d really like to accomplish it and I do. This woman has been torturing you for years, failing you on purpose, setting dates up with your father…”

“Wait, what?”

“What I’m trying to say is that you need to-”

“You little bitch!” Miss Landing stabbed you in the arm and you let out a scream. “The police are on their way. You and your psychopathic boyfriend are going to jail. You’re going to rot there forever. Just like your slut of a mother.”

It was as if the world stopped. Everything went silent. You turned your attention to her and she was all you saw. Your mother was in jail? How did she know? You didn’t even know that. He lied to you. Your father lied to you. He said she left to go live in California.

You pulled the knife out of your arm, flinching at the pain that it caused you.

“My. Mother. Was. No. Slut.” You took the knife and stabbed her over and over and over again.

Blood splattered on the walls, the windows, the desks, and on your clothes.

You pushed her so she fell. She was still breathing, but that’s what you wanted. You wanted her to suffer.

Grabbing Jerome by the tie, you pulled him in for a kiss you made sure he wasn’t going to forget. He started at you with his mouth open.

“What? You wanted me to kill her, I did. Come on, Mr Hamilton is next.” You shrugged, grabbing her the keys to her car and walking out of the classroom.

Jerome straightened out his clothes and put on his police hat. “Thank you for pissing her off.” He nodded at Miss Landing, following you out of the classroom.

~~~~~

“What do we got, Harvey?” Jim said, walking in.

“Her name’s Lucille Landing. 45 years old, school teacher. Stabbed multiple times in the abdomen. She’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Landing? That’s (f/n)’s teacher.” Jim ran over to her body.

Lee looked at him and shook her head. She wasn’t going to make it.

“Lucille, it’s me. Can you tell me who did this to you?”

She coughed up some blood. “Your…your.”

“My what?”

“Your daughter.” Miss Landing mumbled with her last breath.

“Is she talking about, (f/n)?” Harvey asked.

Jim shook his head, denying every possible idea that it was you. “No. It can’t be. (f/n) would never kill anyone. It’s not her.”

“You think someone made her do it?”

“There’s only one way to find out. We find her.”

Lee ran towards both Jim and Harvey. “There’s an incoming video message. It might be her.”

Jim thanked Lee and ran to the monitor. He accepted the video call and prayed it was you who was on the other side of it.

“Dad?”

“(f/n)! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I promise.”

“Where are you, baby? I’m coming to get you.”

“Do you really care, dad?”

“Of course I care!”

“I don’t think you do. Right before the massacre, you were yelling at me. Saying it was my fault. Saying you didn’t believe me. Then you blamed mom. I know where she is. She’s in jail. Mom didn’t leave us. You made it seem like she did.

”(f/n), I’m sorry. I was trying to protect you.“

“From what? Finding out that she tried to kill me? That she didn’t want me? Well, I did.”

“(f/n) listen-”

“No, Dad! You listen. All my life I tried figuring out where and who my mom was and come to find out you hid it from me. But now, I found someone who was willing to do anything for me, no matter the cost. He’s made me feel so alive. I feel like a whole new person. I’m finally free…from you. Soon dad, you’ll end up just like mother, blood pooling around your head.”

“What? No, (f/n)! You didn’t!”

“Yes WE did. Jerome, come say goodbye to my father, we have places to be.”

“JEROME?”

“Yessss. Hi, detective. I was wondering when I was gonna see you again.”

“You son of a b*tch!”

“True, true. She really was a b*tch and a whore, but besides that.”

“Don’t you hurt her or I will kill you!”

“Why would I do that? I love her.”

Jim’s face dropped. How could he have been so clueless? “(f/n), don’t go with him! He’ll get you killed!”

You laughed. “You underestimate me. After we finish shooting up the bank, and maybe stopping by a few houses, I’m coming for that doctor of yours. Bye dad, see you soon!”

“And don’t worry, Jim. I’ll take great care of her.”

With a click of a button the video disconnected.

“We have to get her back. Who knows what that psycho might do to her?” Harvey said.

“I know, but we don’t know where they are.” Jim groaned.

“I might have an idea where they are.” A voice from behind them said.

“Ed? What are you doing here?” Lee asked.

“Uh, well I’m forensics. I take a look at all the bodies.”

“Right.”

“Look, what do you mean you might have an idea where they are?”

“I put a tracking device in (f/n)’s phone just in case something were to happen. Right now…it seems they’re leaving an old warehouse.”

“Great job, Ed.” Jim smiled in relief.

“Uh oh.”

“What?”

“I-I lost the signal!” Edward fidgeted with his glasses.

“And that means what?”

“She found the tracker.”

~~~~~

You threw your phone to the ground, stepping on it. “Sorry, Eddie. Maybe another time.”

“Hey, gorgeous. You coming?”

“Of course I am.”

“Next stop, the circus. I think it’s time for a little payback.”

“Don’t want to miss the opening act drop dead, so step on it.”

You felt amazing! Excitement pumping through your veins, people coward at you in fear. How come you’ve never thought to do this before? This was the best thing that ever happened to you in your entire life time.

(f/n) Gordon, 17 years old. Daughter of Detective Jim Gordon. Murderer.