whats in your pocket

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode
  1. Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?
  2. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?
  3. What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?
  4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?
  5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?
  6. Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
  7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?
  8. Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?
  9. Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?
  10. Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
  11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
  12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?
  13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
  14. Does your character remember names or faces easier?
  15. Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
  16. Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?
  17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?
  18. Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?
  19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?
  20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?
  21. If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?
  22. What does your character like in other people?
  23. What does your character dislike in other people?
  24. How quick is your character to trust someone else?
  25. How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?
  26. How does your character behave around children?
  27. How does your character normally deal with confrontation?
  28. How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?
  29. What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
  30. What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?
  31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
  32. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.
  33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?
  34. Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?
  35. How does your character behave around people they like?
  36. How does your character behave around people they dislike?
  37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?
  38. Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?
  39. Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?
  40. How does your character treat people in service jobs?
  41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?
  42. Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?
  43. Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?
  44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?
  45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
  • Hamilton: We don’t have to be adversaries, James. We both want what’s best for our nation.
  • Madison: *thinking* Why is Hamilton being so nice to me?
  • Hamilton: And if you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.
  • Madison: *thinking* Wait a minute. Is he coming on to me?
  • Hamilton: I mean, if I should slip something into your pocket, what’s the harm?
  • Madison: *thinking* Oh my God! He is coming on to me!
  • Hamilton: After all, negotiations make strange bedfellows.
  • Hamilton: *wink*
  • Madison: *thinking* AAAH!
  • Madison: Sorry Mr. Hamilton, but I don’t go in for these back door shenanigans. Sure, I’m flattered. Maybe even a little curious. But the answer is no!

“Hey, what’s your otp?”

I put my hands in my pockets casually, giving a nervous laugh.
“w-what’s an otp?” I stutter. I take my hand out of my pocket to brush my hair back smoothly.
A list falls out of the pocket. It begins to roll. It is going on seven blocks now. I begin to cry.

Lunch Time

Requested by Anonymous: “W- What are you doing?” + “Is there something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” + “Make me”.

Requested by Anonymous: “You smell so good” + “You want to do what?” + “Is there something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Warnings: Kinda smutty

Word count: 1300

A/N: Hello, here’s another pair of requests :) I hope everyone likes it, let me know what you think x


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“Can you drink that; doesn’t it have like flowers grown near a big crop of mountain ash trees?” You asked Scott as Lydia handed him a drink.

“(Y/N) I’m a fully grown Alpha I think I can handle my liquor.” Scott sighed and you and you snorted out a laugh.

“Yeah, Peter’s a fully-grown werewolf and he can’t handle his liquor so… good luck with that buddy.” You chuckled and slapped his shoulder, heading over to where Liam and Mason were stood.

After while the group decided to head inside which was when you walked past Scott and Theo both utterly drunk and in their boxers as they danced the cancan together.

“You’re seriously a man-child.” You told your brother when he asked if you wanted to join them.

“Do you think we should um… stop them?” Stiles muttered to Lydia.

“Wait I know what to do.” You said as you pulled your phone from your pocket and snapped a picture of them. “Yeah that’ll do it.” You hummed and walked off


Characters: Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein, Tina Goldstein
Categories: fluff, platonic and/or romantic
Words: 1843 (I am seemingly incapable of writing anything short.)
Warnings: Spoilers

You weren’t quite sure why you found yourself standing out in the rain, but whatever the reason was, it probably had to do with what you found in your pocket.
(No-maj reader.)

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you find out your kindergartener has been getting bullied by another kid. you’re called to the school to have a parent-teacher conference and this is the bully’s parents. the dad spends the first 20 minutes of the interview steamrolling conversation and more or less implying that your kid had it coming for being a little bitch. the mom cries, because she has not progressed past the age that her bully child currently is, and believes it will help her get what she wants. you have a gun in your back pocket with only one bullet. the teacher will vouch for your innocence. which do you kill

  • connor: mitch what's in your pocket?
  • mitch: *sweats profusely* i don't know what you're talking about
  • connor: *playfully bumps mitch*
  • *pictures spill on the floor*
  • mitch: *frantically picking them up*
  • connor: auston matthews?
  • mitch: *kicking photos out of
  • connor's hand*
  • connor: martin? bozak?
  • mitch: *flies across room picking photos up*
  • connor: mitch what are these?
  • mitch: *sitting cross-legged, photos scattered around him, arms crossed, face red and breathing hard* i don't know what you're talking about
Sugar Daddy (Jungkook x Reader)

@yameme HERE’S YOUR DADDY JUNGKOOK SMUT. CALLIN’ YOU OUT. HAAHA. enjoy~ I hope I did well~

Genre: Smut

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 2,545

Warnings: Daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, etc.

Originally posted by jjks

You’re a pretty average college student…sort of.

You receive passing grades, have a nice group of friends, and attend class regularly. But…you don’t live in a dorm, and you don’t have a ‘job’. Strangers reactions are always confused when you tell them that—because how can you survive when you’re not making money?—and usually they just assume your parents are wealthy and are putting you through school. And sure, your parents are lending you a hand in paying tuition costs, but they’re not that generous. Or rich.

Your phone buzzing in your pocket is what knocks you out of your daydreaming, and you flinch, eyes flickering to where your professor is standing in front of the white board. Luckily, he doesn’t catch your slip up—the rule of the room being that phones must be on silent—and you slyly pull the device out from the pocket of your bag.


Come over after your class. I’ll buy you those heels you wanted the other day.

Licking your lips, you stare at the words on the screen for a good minute, your thighs unconsciously rubbing together in anticipation. Usually you meet at night—after Jungkook is done with his days, and you’ve finished your classes—but he wants to meet now? In the middle of the afternoon?

You try not to smile, imagining how worked up something must of made him today for him to ask of you out of the blue like this. However, nonetheless, you reply that you’ll be over soon and deposit your phone back into your bag, hiding your excitement behind your hand for the remainder of the class.

When your professor finally dismisses you, you don’t waste a moment before grabbing your bag and bustling out of the room—your knee-length dress fluttering behind you.

Exiting the building, you hurriedly make your way to the usual rendezvous point, smiling when you spot a familiar black car parked in the pick-up area for students. As you approach the vehicle the lock on the back door pops up, and you scoot inside, setting your bag on the ground and flashing a polite look to the familiar, well-dressed driver.

“Miss,” he nods in acknowledgment and then shifts gears, pulling away from the university and starting towards the middle of the city. Cars bustle up and down the street, and you stare out the tinted window along the practically memorized route.

You’d traveled to Jungkook’s residence far too many times now…

Pulling up to the building, you ready your bag and thank Jungkook’s driver for the ride, stepping out of the car and kicking the door closed behind you. Gliding across the lobby of the luxurious apartment building, you step into the elevator and press the button for the floor you need, silently leaning against the railing and waiting as the doors slide closed.

You hate to admit it but your panties are already feeling quiet damp, your mind having conjured up many…images along the ride. Obviously, your relationship with Jungkook isn’t exactly…a romantic, two-kids-in-love type relationship. It’s more….business.

Teasing, sex, hungry eyes, wandering hands, payment. He’s the reason you don’t work. The reason you have far more nice clothing and items than a college student needs. He’s your dark knight—which you had happened to meet about a six months ago, in the dark depths of a club on the far end of town. But more so than a dark knight, he’s your…sugar daddy.

You can’t help shake your head at the term. It hardly feels right, considering that he’s only in his late 20’s, but—technically speaking—you are his sugar baby. His very much beloved, very much called upon sugar baby.

At first you’d been doubtful of his proposal when he’d told you about it on the cold street outside the night club—your car engine shot and no way to get home. He’d offered you a ride, which had turned into a drunken, passionate make-out in the backseat, and then a re-route to his house. When you woke the next morning you had barely remembered what had happened, but you remembered Jungkook—how could you not? He was more stunning than a marble statue in an art museum.

“Let me take care of you,” he had said, brushing your hair out of your eyes, touch gentle, and without thinking much you had agreed.

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Family Fight Night
  • "I don't care what you say! You're not the boss of me!"
  • "Get off of me!"
  • "Mom, he keeps touching me!"
  • "Why do you have to be so gross?"
  • "What do you have in your pockets?"
  • "I don't want pizza."
  • "I don't want the kids doing that."
  • "This is stupid!"
  • "She keeps whispering stuff!"
  • "Where is my jacket?"
  • "You're not staying over anywhere tonight."
  • "I'm not cleaning that up."
  • "You're stupid."
  • "So? What do you want me to do about it?"
  • "I am NOT eating that."
  • "How come they get a toy and I don't?"
  • "I am not taking care of their dog!"
  • "Babies need to be fed on schedules!"
  • "I can't pick them up. You have to."
  • "You're not going anywhere. It's almost dinner time."
  • "I hate to break this to you, but you're going to suffer along with the rest of us."
  • "You're going to Grandma's and that's final."
  • "I don't want to see this stupid play."
  • "I'm not eating my veggies!"
  • "Is there anything to eat?"
  • "Take off your shoes. They're filthy!"
  • "I don't care if it followed you home. No."
  • "Ow. OW! MOM!"
  • "Why are you so ugly?"
  • "That's not FAIR!"
  • "When's dad coming home?"
  • "Shut up you jerk!"
  • "WHAT THE-?!?"
  • "They swore!"
  • "I want caaaaaaake!"
  • "Do you really think it's okay to bring the kids home this late?"
  • "I don't care. I'm not doing that."


It was strange to have two men in your bed, especially when you were so used to them being gone before you opened your eyes. Gabriel was behind you, his arm hooked around your stomach, and Jack had his face buried in your shoulder.

You pressed a kiss to Jack’s cheek, and he sighed, slowly raising his head to look at you. A sleepy grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he moved to sit up.

“Mornin’,” he grumbled, running a hand through his silver hair.

“Happy anniversary, Jack,” you said as the body behind you moved, “And Gabriel.”

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You asked, your hands stuck in your pockets. It was cold outside, the early signs of winter showing.

Gabriel didn’t respond as he led the two of you toward a large building. There were people pouring in through the double doors, and you clung to your boyfriends the entire way.

When you stepped inside, your eyes focused on the ice rink in the heart of the building.

“Never ice skated before, so I figured we could all have this fun together,” Gabriel said, smiling. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at you and Jack, waiting. Black smoke rippled around him, a stark contrast to the intense white of the ice.

“Sure. It’ll be fun to see these old bones try and stay up.”

You felt Jack cling to you as he struggled to balance, his legs trembling. Gabriel was on your other side, doing much better than his silver-haired partner.

“Havin’ fun, Jack?” Gabriel asked, his laughter mixing with the billows of smoke.

“Shut your mouth, Gabriel,” Jack said, but he wasn’t serious. His eyes were bright with enthusiasm, and you knew he was enjoying this.

“Happy anniversary, my boys,” you said, and they scooted closer, “I can’t wait for many more.”


Someone shook you awake, and you looked to see Hanzo resting beside you. It was clear he had just opened his eyes, a sleepy smile on his face. You turned your head to see Jesse standing at the foot of the bed, a tray in his hands.

On it, there were two large plates overflowing with the components of a Southern breakfast. Biscuits with peppery gravy, eggs perfectly fried, and some crispy bacon.

“Well, howdy. I almost didn’t want to wake ya because ya looked so lovely,” he said, grinning.

You scooted closer to Hanzo, giving the cowboy a chance to hand you both plates before he darted out of the room to grab his own. A second later, the three of you were huddled together, devouring the breakfast.

“Happy anniversary, my loves,” Hanzo said as he was setting his plate aside.

You grinned and leaned back, feeling him grab you hand. Jesse took the other one, his eyes lingering on the two of you.

“How did I get to be so damn lucky to have two beautiful people lovin’ me?” Jesse asked, a dreamy look in his eyes.

You blushed and glanced at Hanzo, seeing the way his cheeks turned pink.

“Now, I’ve got somethin’ else planned, and it’s about to happen. Let’s get up and get dressed.” Jesse winked, and you rolled your eyes, knowing the three of you would be late.

“Where are we?” Hanzo asked, staring at the strange building before him.

“Well, I was thinkin’ we needed a new addition to the family. I know I get real lonely when the both of you are gone, and I can imagine you both do, too.” Jesse removed his cowboy hat, a wide smile on his face.

He led you both inside, and you were met with a chorus of animals all around you. The confusion left Hanzo’s face, and his eyes widened.

“A pet?” He asked, and Jesse eagerly nodded his head, “I…I like this decision.”

Hanzo was in love, the puppy cradled in his arms. You couldn’t help but smile at him, walking over as Jesse filled out the proper paperwork.

“What are we naming him?” You asked, and Hanzo lifted his head, smiling.

“I was thinkin’ Jesse, after the greatest man alive,” the cowboy said.

You glanced at him, your brows raised in question.

“Why not Huckleberry?” Hanzo suggested, lifting his head to look at the two of you, “It is a term of endearment, yes?”

You smiled and took the puppy from his arms, lifting it above your head.

“Huckleberry? What do you think?” You turned to look at Jesse, seeing the goofy grin on his face.

“I think it’s perfect, sweetpea.”