mischievous boys

Look at this lovely little stack of books. It would be a shame if someone came and… knocked them over…

glitch pokemon ratings

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a very very tall boy and a good friend!!! likes to sing a lot! they have many different songs! has crashed my game trying to sing before but THATS OK IM PROUD OF THEM ANYWAY!!!! 10/10


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ANOTHER GREAT AND VERY TALENTED SINGER!! only has one song but seems very excited to share it with you!! keeps singing for u even when u close the menu! i love them. 10/10

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I Feel Like They Are Threatening Me. they are VERY bright red they look angry. I think they have a superglitch move. Still a great pal tho im sure they are doing their best. 8/10

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a great and talented friend! her favorite color is dark purple so she covers ur whole screen with it! she wants to sing for u but sometimes she sings infinitely and u cant do anything about it. i am still proud of her. 10/10

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very small? what are u doing all the way up there. please come down. 8/10

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a very special and VERY hard to obtain friend! looks like a magnemite! can evolve into 6 different pokemon!!! i would love to meet one someday!! 10/10

PokéWTrainer

they do not want to see u they dont like battles. i would appreciate if they just asked me to leave instead of crashing the game. 7/10

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a mischievous and cool boy! they look like a charizard! likes to pretend to be ur cancel button and HATES pokemon centers. 10/10

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YELLS. very LOUD. gets too excited for ur battle they bring too many friends and fill ur screen with them and crash ur game. i have never had a successful battle with them. sometimes makes pikachu noises? 9/10

Missingno.

the classic! a wonderful friend!! always so happy to see u that they give u items as a thanks!! 10/10

because we love our hogwarts boys.

give me hufflepuff boys; big hands and soft lips and ready to encase you with warmth and love whenever you’re in need. hufflepuff boys, strong and cheerful, but most of all kind and understanding, full of ideas and loveliness! hufflepuff boys with envious long lashes, fluttering as they send you a wink. give me hufflepuff boys who are fair and loyal, boys who aren’t afraid to love the weak and make a claim against all odds. hufflepuff boys who watch you sail away with your kite, apple-red cheeks and a soft curve to their lips. hufflepuff boys who are hardworking and dedicated, stopping at nothing to earn what they deserve. because hufflepuff boys deserve everything.

give me slytherin boys with blazing eyes; full of desire and the need for control. slytherin boys with mischievous grins, looking back at you in the dark while dragging you forward; your hand in theirs and you’re feeling fire. because slytherin boys are mysterious and beautiful and full of something you want to know better. because they are the children your parents warned you about. give me slytherin boys who are persistent and stubborn; constantly trying to prove a point, because they are compassionate and fighters. give me slytherin boys who want no more than a love to ground them to earth, to make them realize that they are wonderful, that they are not their parents. because beneath those plates of silver armor, there lies a battered, stitched heart. and all it takes is a single heart-beat to revive it.

give me gryffindor boys with darling, crooked smiles. gryffindor boys who run in the rain, laughing and shouting. give me gryffindor boys, making friends for life; trusting them in a second because all they want is another companion, another person to grow with. gryffindor boys who take strides in big lengths, trying to intimidate little ones but failing miserably as they trip over someone else’s steps. gryffindor boys with loud voices that fill up an empty room, storing memories that will never be forgotten. give me gryffindor boys with crushes left-and-right, falling faster than a raindrop from the sky. gryffindor boys who give their everything to feel happy. because gryffindors love with a love that was so much more than love.

give me ravenclaw boys with wide grins. ravenclaw boys who bite their lips so intently as they concentrate, it turns into a luscious red, ravenclaw boys with a million thoughts racing through their head, not a single second to spare before writing them down. because ravenclaw boys want to know everything, everything before it’s snatched away in an instant. give me ravenclaw boys who are shy and quiet, but are incredibly thunderous and competitive once their hearts are in play. incredible. ravenclaw boys who would rather spend their nights learning how to hatch a dragon than studying because it’s fascinating. ravenclaw boys who are wise and will give advice, without you asking. because ravenclaws are everything there is to being phenomenal.

Paper Hearts (Part 14)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 5.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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Signs Through Life

Aries: the newborn
Taurus: the cookie monster child
Gemini: peter pan’s mischievous lost boy
Cancer: the moody kid that just hit puberty
Leo: the spoiled teenage girl
Virgo: the young college student
Libra: the newly wed adult
Scorpio: the middle aged professional
Sagittarius: the philosophical teacher 
Capricorn: the strict elder
Aquarius: the wise old hippie that lost their mind 
Pisces: the spiritual man at the end of his life

Prompt 94, “Don’t kiss me if I’m sleeping; I will punch you.”

Character: Peter Pan OUaT.

Thank you for the request and for your patience, anon! This is fairly short and sweet, and I did change the line a bit to make it fit. I hope you enjoy it!


A cool breeze blew through the room, and Y/n snuggled deeper into her blankets. It was mid-winter, and absolutely freezing in her small, second-floor bedroom. Y/n slept with her bed underneath her window, which was only a nice decision on warmer nights.

She was having a very nice dream about a certain mischievous boy king of Neverland when she felt her covers slipping off of her. She grumbled sleepily and tugged them back towards her and felt the most terror she had ever felt in her life when she realized that someone else was holding the covers away from her.

A face loomed over her, but it was too dark to make out any of the features. She felt someone else’s warm breath on her cheeks and did the only sensible thing in this situation: she punched her would-be attacker directly in the nose.

Her attacker stumbled back, cursing. Y/n sat up in bed, ready to grab a makeshift weapon if needed, but paused. Something about this attacker seemed incredibly familiar. It was the voice which finally made her realize her mistake.

“Y/n, love, what the hell was that for?” a disgruntled Pan asked as he turned on the lights in her bedroom.

“Peter!” she blinked, eyes adjusting to the light. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

He nodded, making his way back across the room to her bed and sitting down next to her. She touched his face, lightly, making sure he was actually okay. After a moment, she tilted her head at him.

“Wait… What exactly are you doing here?” she asked.

“I was trying to kiss you.” he answered ruefully.

Y/n couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing. Pan made joking sad puppy-dog eyes but eventually had to start laughing too. The two of them sat on her bed, giggling, for a solid two minutes before calming down. On an impulse, Y/n leaned in and kissed Pan gently on the lips. She pulled back, smiling.

“And what did we learn?” she quipped.

Don’t kiss Y/n while she’s sleeping; she will punch you,” Pan responded, leaning in. “Now, about that kiss I’m owed…”

“Didn’t I just kiss you?” Y/n asked, leaning in herself. Pan hummed thoughtfully.

“Yeah, but that was you kissing me. I came here to kiss you, so it’s my turn.” They both smiled, inches away from their lips meeting. Y/n sighed happily and closed her eyes.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she whispered.

Flower Boy

Summary: Phil’s a little shy with his newfound friend during a school field trip.

Genre: High School AU, flower boy!pastel!Phil, punk!Dan

Warnings: none

A/N: So I wrote this instead of doing my astronomy homework. It’s short and sweet, not much editing, but I love it. I’m a huge sucker for pastel!phil and punk!dan, though. This is dedicated to the anon that said they’d love to read this and @dooloonoo since this is her favorite trope. Hope you guys enjoy! Also, a new chapter of Sugar on Top will be out soon. I promise.

Maybe I’ll make a Part Two of this someday.


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Distraction (M)

Originally posted by jonginization

2 requests combined

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2845


The atmosphere was thick and heavy as you impatiently tapped your pen on your notebook, watching the seconds tick by on the clock displayed on the wall above the whiteboard. It was the only place you could look to stop your skin from heating up, and it was all because of him.

To say he was a distraction was an understatement. The way his muscles would flex underneath the fabric of his well-fitted dress shirt, the way he would bite his plump lips in concentration, even the sound of his smooth voice was enough to make your heart hammer against your ribcage.

You made the mistake of glancing down, which led to you catching his eye. Time seemed to stop for a second as your gazes locked. He stopped mid-sentence and his mouth hung open as he returned your wide-eyed stare. You instantly felt the temperature rise, and you swear that your cheeks were probably flushed a bright red. You were the first to look away and time resumed its normal speed as you chastised yourself for letting your mind wander towards more intimate thoughts. “Stop it,” you inwardly scolded yourself. “He’s your professor for God’s sake.”

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Mischievous Scamander Men

Newt Scamander x Reader

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: I have just recently gotten obsessed with Fantastic Beasts, especially Newt. But, I really like this one and I hope you do too

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You put your hat over your hair before turning to your 4 year old son and kneeling to be eye to eye with him. “Alright, do you remember mommy’s rules for going into the case with daddy?” You ask him, eyebrow raised. The boy smiles widely, revealing his missing front teeth, “Uh huh! Ask daddy before going anywhere, be nice to all the creatures, and don’t pet no occamys.”

Smiling at your son, you kiss his forehead and stand up to talk to Newt. Looking for any way to calm your nerves, you begin readjusting his clothes, smoothing his hair here, straightening his bow tie there, “Now, Newt, please remember, don’t let him near the erumpet musk, he thinks the reaction way too funny and will not hesitate to douse himself with it. Oh, and please call me if you need anything. And he’s just getting over than awful cold, remember, so if he gets tired and whiny, just call me. And-”

Newt grabs your busy hands in his, ceasing your movement, “Darling,” He says softly, with a chuckle, causing your eyes to meet his, “We will be fine. I’ve made my living as a caretaker. Everything will be fine.” You smile nervously, “I know, I’m just nervous. My first day at a no-maj job! I’m just - I’m just a bit nervous is all.” Your husband rolls his eyes at you playfully, “You women and your nerves. I swear, you are the one beast I will never be able to truly decipher.” He says pulling you across your front room to the door.

Before leaving, you place a kiss to his lips, “You underestimate yourself, Mr. Scamander. Now please, promise me you’ll call if you need anything?” Kissing you once more, Newt gently pushes you out of the door, “I promise, but it won’t be necessary. Don’t be late now.” You smile nervously again and wave to your son, “Bye, honey. Mommy will be back soon, okay? Have fun with daddy!” Your son giggles in excitement at the reminder of going into the case for the first time, “Bye momma! Have a good job!”

Once you’ve driven out of sight, Newt closes the door and picks up your son, “Alright, here we go. Now it’s just me and you. Are you ready to see our creatures?” The boy cheers, his fists both in the air, “Yay!” Chuckling at his reaction, Newt carries him down into the briefcase, placing his feet on the ground once they’re fully submerged in the case. Guiding the young boy to the door by his hand, Newt holds his free hand on the door, “You want to give me a hand with the door? We can open it together.”

The boy places his small hand on the door, “One, two, three!” He counts down before pushing as hard as he can. As soon as the door swings open, his jaw drops, “Daddy, look at all uh our creatures!” He says excitedly, holding his father’s hand with both of his. Newt smiles at your son’s enthusiasm and lifts the boy into his arms once more so he doesn’t get too far gone on his first exploration of the world inside the case.

“Would you like to play with the mooncalves while I go and get the food for the rest of the creatures? Then we can feed them together. How about that?” Newt asks your son, moving towards the area before even getting an answer, knowing the boy’s eyes will grow in wonder and awe as soon as he sees the shy creatures anyway. Your son giggles in excitement as soon as he hears anything about being able to play with some of the creatures by himself.

Walking over to the dark area, Newt sets your son down, the mooncalves all stepping out to inspect the new addition to their habitat. Smiling as he watched your boy - quite small for his age, the two of you are always worried - Newt felt free to go grab the feed with your son squealing and running around with the sweet creatures.

Taking off his bow tie and rolling up his shirt sleeves, Newt got to business chopping up meat and putting feed into their respective buckets. Newt was so busy that he didn’t even notice your son in the office-like area, playing with the erumpet musk. He heard you say that he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near it, but he couldn’t help himself. Muffling his giggles, the boy spills as much of the formula on himself as he can without the erumpet leaving it’s habitat and following the scent to his father’s work space.

As soon as the mischievous boy makes his way to the dry area, you feel it in your chest. You don’t feel what’s happening precisely, but you just get this fuzzy feeling in your stomach. You want nothing more than to be able to disapparate and get home to your baby and your husband, but Newt said he’d call if he needed you and you’re in the middle of a conversation with your boss. Taking a deep breath, you imagine Newt beside you, keeping you calm and telling you everything is okay and the feeling in your stomach lessens.

Meanwhile, Newt’s eyes are about to bulge out of his head when he gets back to the mooncalves and sees your son nowhere to be found. Newt doesn’t want to bother you on your first day at the job, and he hasn’t even looked around yet, so he takes a deep breath and imagines you smiling while kissing his lightly and telling him everything is just fine.

As his heartbeat slows, Newt recognizes the cheering of the erumpet. “Oh dear,” He says to himself when he sees the beast and his son playing a terrifying game of tag. “Your mother is going to kill me!” Newt says as he dashes past the squealing creature and towards his son. As soon as he comes into contact with the young boy, they disapparate, landing back in the mooncalf habitat.

Newt runs his hands over your sons arms, “You didn’t hurt yourself climbing to get that musk did you?” The boy - smiling widely as his heart pounds from the running - shakes his head. “I like that one daddy! I think she liked me too.” Seeing that your son is alright, Newt chuckles, what he doesn’t notice is that you’ve apparated into the case and have your eye on both of the mischievous Scamander men. “Yes, well, you made sure of that didn’t you?” Newt says, laughing a little harder at your sons disheveled appearance.

“Now, even though we’ve had fun with the erumpet, you can’t tell your mother about it. She would be very upset.” Your husband says, his face serious. Walking up to the two, your jaw drops, “Why you sneaky little devil, you!” Newt startles a little as he turns to find you, eyebrows raised in disbelief. Feigning innocence, Newt smiles widely, “Hello my love, what are you doing home so early?” Shaking your head fondly, you plant a kiss onto Newt’s lips before lifting your son and kissing his dirt covered face, “You don’t fool me Mr. Scamander. Not either one of you.”

Knowing he’s been caught, Newt smiles sheepishly, “It could never hurt to try, I suppose.” He says, your son laughing and kissing your cheek.

Random section of Shoma and Kanako’s magazine interview (2014). Picture credit here.

Shoma Uno’s Daily Belongings Check!

  • Wallet
  • iPod
  • Ball

The wallet was given to him by his dad, and it is from Adidas, his favourite brand. Kanako was checking her belongings right next to her, and Shoma said, “My wallet is kinda worn out so it’s a bit embarrassing…”. The gorilla keychain on his bag pictured on the right, is one of his favourites.

Next, his iPod. The songs he listens to are….

“I’m trying to study English so… Speed Learning (audio which helps you learn English) is in there (in my iPod),” said Shoma.

“I’ve never seen Shoma listening to English!” said Kanako.

“I also have the Marumori song in there,” said Shoma, laughing.

And finally, the ball. Is this for training?

“It’s just for playing,” he laughs, “In between practices to kill time. These days, I practice a lot with Kana-chan and Miu Sato-chan, so we hit with the balls.”

Even with such a cute face, is he still just a mischievous little boy?

“Wrong. I’m the one who always hits Shoma!” said Kanako.

What’s My Name?

Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Plot: The reader is a shy Hufflepuff who accidentally stumble upon Sirius Black in the middle of the night. 

Word count: 1092
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything recognisable.
Warning: Nothing


It was the first day of her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Reuniting students chatting loudly about their summer breaks occupied the Common Room. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled the air around her, and strangely, it made her feel like home. (Y/N) had the strongest craving for chocolate. Luckily, she knew exactly where to get it. On her way out of the Common Room, she barely escaped crashing into the large body of Alfred Kettleburn; he seemed rather intoxicated, reeking of whisky and beer.  

“Hey, you!” he slurred his words, tempting her to roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Hey, Alfie,” she replied dryly, “How was your summer?” she asked politely, but he seemed to have already forgotten their brief exchange.

“Okay then, bye,” she laughed as the boy walked past her towards the couches. That was her cue to leave the Common Room behind her.

(Y/N) ran down the corridor, standing in front of a large painting depicting a colourful bowl of fruits. It was the Hufflepuffs’ well-kept secret that if one tickled the pear, it would turn into a doorknob. Therefore, that is what she did.

The house elves had left the kitchen by the time (Y/N) got there. Hopefully, they had drifted off to some earned sleep after a long day of cooking for the welcoming feast. As she found the ingredients for her favourite brownies, the door swung open.

A boy entered, wearing a ripped, long jumper and dark jeans. His feet were bare, and his hair scruffy looking. She was not au fait with this version of Sirius Black; lacking his usual charisma.

“Umm..” (Y/N) started, but as the Gryffindor met her eyes, she lost her natural ability to converse.

“Morning,” Sirius replied, but he seemed rather aloof.

(Y/N) shook her head confused, watching intently as Sirius Black opened the shelves one after the other.

Sirius turned around, a small smirk on his lips as he spoke, “You don’t say much, do you, Hufflepuff?”

“Umm, I don’t..” (Y/N) stuttered, “The name is (Y/N), not Hufflepuff.”

“Ashamed?”

“What?” (Y/N) asked confused, “Of course not, but you can have some respect, get off that high horse of yours and learn people’s names.”

“(Y/N)..” He called out, “Do you know where the house elves store butter?”

She rolled her eyes, “The refrigerator.”

“Ah, the refrigerator, that makes sense,” he laughed. When he had gathered all his ingredients, which (Y/N) found to be an incredibly strange combination of foods, he sat down on one of the few chairs in the room.

“Are you just going to stand there?” he asked, his voice condescending.

“No, in fact, I was in the middle of something when an idiot of a Gryffindor entered the room, interrupting me.”

“Sounds like an arsehole,” Sirius replied indifferently.

“He is,” (Y/N) answered.  

“Long summer?” Sirius asked, apparently noticing the girl’s annoyance and short temper.

“Wish it was longer,” (Y/N) disagreed.

“That makes one of us.”

He didn’t elaborate on his statement, but as he finished talking, he stood up and moved closer to where the Hufflepuff girl stood. (Y/N) felt immensely uncomfortable as the boy neared her. She usually did not have a problem with guys, but the infamous Marauder felt like he was mocking her in every move he made.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Hufflepuff,” he smirked, leaning his hand on the countertop.

Raising her eyebrows, moving away from the tired-looking boy, she answered “Not a ghost.”

Her reply made the boy’s lopsided smile grow even bigger, “Not a ghost, you say.”

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” (Y/N) turned away, picked up her ingredients, and started walking away.

“Why do you wish summer was longer?” He asked suddenly.

It made her turn around, “Why do you care?”

“I don’t; I just find it fascinating,” he replied, his voice lower than earlier.

“Why is Sirius Black finding anything about a Hufflepuff fascinating?”

“Don’t put yourself down like that,” he laughed, but he didn’t disagree, obviously they were on different levels at the school. Sirius was the attractive, mischievous Gryffindor. The boy with the Slytherin family, who still ended up in Gryffindor. He was the boy with a personality to match Merlin himself. (Y/N) on the other side was simply, not that.

“Really?” (Y/N) asked, “What’s my name?”

“Hey, that’s not fair; I just met you minutes ago.”

“Sirius, we’ve had the same classes for six years, that’s no excuse,” she shook her head. (Y/N) hadn’t expected him to remember her name, but defending himself was stupid.

“Okay, okay..” he mumbled, “I’m sorry, I should know your name, but I don’t.”

“It’s fine,” she replied, smiling weakly back at him.

“No, obviously it’s not,” Sirius protested, looking into (Y/N)’s eyes – grey orbs like two moons looking into her soul.

“Why would you like summer to be shorter?” she asked, changing the topic.

Sirius laughed, but the sound of his laugh - a laugh she had heard a million times before as he joked with his friends - it sounded hollow, dried out.

“I assumed everyone knew,” he mumbled, receiving a confused look from the girl in front of him, “I don’t exactly have the warmest family conditions at the moment. I live at James’ places, James Potter I mean-” “I know who James is..” she interrupted with a chuckle. “Of course, well, I live there during the summer, but it is a nasty punch in the gut to feel like a burden every day.” Sirius didn’t look at her anymore; he seemingly hadn’t planned on pouring his soul out like that.

“I don’t want to wake up and just be fine.” (Y/N) whispered.

“What?” He looked up.

“You asked me why I wish for a longer summer..”

(Y/N) smiled, backing away from the Gryffindor boy, “I have to go back, it was nice to talk to you, Sirius Black.”

“Umm, okay…” he seemed a bit confused by the girl’s sudden announcement, “See you around-”

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N).”

The next morning, they were all back in the same old routine. Green, blue, yellow and red mixed through the corridor. (Y/N) sat down in her regular seat, the same seat she had sat in the past four years of DADA.

Someone sat down in the seat next to her, but not the same Hufflepuff she had sat next to a hundred times. The person next to her made heads turn towards them as he took the seat, not next to his best friends, but next to her.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hey, Sirius.”