happy bad guy

Are you sure that she is just a friend, Adrien?

because in this shit video we can see that she is not

Sorry, I got in the Adrienette mood and I had to do this.

Beware with season 2 spoilers!

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better run n hide before the boss finds out

Not So Shore

A ‘Mortals Meet Percabeth’ fic, with a twist!!
10k words



“Hey, Kelly?”

Kelly looked up from her biology textbook, blinking at her best friend Olivia, who was definitely not doing the chapter review questions they’d been assigned. “What?”

“Do you think there’s something weird about Percy Jackson?” Olivia asked.

Kelly followed her to gaze to where Percy was sitting at the back of the room, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t doing the review questions, either - instead, he was staring into the fish tank behind his desk. Kelly couldn’t see his face, but his dark hair was ruffled up and he was wearing his AHS hoodie with ‘Jackson’ emblazoned across the back of it.

“What do you mean, weird?” she asked, turning back around to Olivia.

Olivia shrugged. “I mean, just… there’s something strange about him.”

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Did You Know? - Requested

Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 2,200

Requested by: @aussie-mantle (long overdue, I am so sorry.)

YA GIRL IS BACK! I’m a little (a lot) rusty but I’m really happy to be doing this again. Without further ado, here is your request! I hope I was able to do it justice since your request was very detailed. I hope you like this one! xx (HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I WENT TRICK OR TREATING GUESS WHO I DRESSED UP AS?)

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Spider-man was finally back where he belonged.

After a long and torturous -and very expensive- legal battle, the rights for Spider-man were finally given back to its rightful owners, Sony and Marvel Studios.

What a big deal, right?

Wrong.

It was an enormous deal. This was history happening.

And you were lucky enough to experience it first hand.

The Lord has truly blessed you by giving you Tom, and it wasn’t just because he was the new Spider-man, nor was it because he ever so generously offered to take you with him, his brother Harry, and his best buddy Harrison on the Spider-man press tour (although that was especially sweet of him). Tom was just a really great friend and person, overall.

There was just one teeny tiny thing you didn’t take into consideration when you agreed to tag along: your deadlines. On the go. In different timezones.

Schoolwork was hard enough but when you add in the fact that you were jet setting from country to country on a weekly (almost daily!) basis? You were Wonder Woman for never missing a single deadline. Until now so it seems.

It was so unlike you to cram or rush your schoolwork… Okay, that wasn’t completely true. When you weren’t under these special circumstances, you were guilty of procrastination like any other student but since it took you a long time and too much grovelling to convince your professors to accommodate you, you had to make sure everything you submitted was kick ass and on time.

There was no doubt about the “kick ass” part, but the “on time” part? Well, that was highly debatable and you really needed to hustle if you wanted to change that.

Only the almost maniacal sound of you clacking on your keyboard could be heard on the medium-sized jet. You lost track of the actual time many timezones ago but the clock on your laptop told you that you only had an hour and a half left to submit your homework and you weren’t even halfway there.

Why you decided to major in law eluded you.

“For fuck’s sake.” you groaned as you watched helplessly as your wifi connection lagged for the billionth time, it made you want to pull your hair out. You ran your hand through your hair with the intention of doing just that.

“Homework trouble?”

The sound of Tom’s voice failed to startle you like he thought he would, you just looked at him with your defeated eyes. The expression on your face made him sit next to you in an instant.

“What’s wrong, love?” he grasped your hand in his and gave you a tiny reassuring smile

Even if you wanted to smile back at him, you just couldn’t. The overwhelming sense of urgency and fatigue was beginning to take its toll on you and you let out a sigh that sounded a lot more tired than you intended. Tom put an arm around you and looked over at what you’ve been troubling yourself with.

“So it is homework trouble.” he confirmed, taking your laptop away from you and scrolling through pages of legal jargon he would never even begin to understand

“I only have an hour and a half left and I’m not even halfway through with this shit.” you buried your head into his shoulder and let out a groan

Tom didn’t even notice as you repeatedly banged your head on his shoulder in an attempt to get your brain to function again, he was desperately trying to comprehend what it all meant so he could help you somehow.

“An hour and a half?” he turned to look at you only to see that you had already begun to nod off

“Y/N.” he wiggled his shoulder to get you to wake up

“I’m awake, I’m awake.” you slurred as you tried to rouse yourself from your zombified state

A chuckle left Tom’s mouth as he watched you attempt to gather your bearings.

“You only have an hour and a half left to get this done?” he asked you again

The reality came crashing back to you as the inquiry left his mouth and it was like drinking the strongest, most sobering cup of coffee you’ve ever had in your life. You sat up straight and yanked your laptop back into your own lap a tad bit roughly. Tom watched on with worried eyes as you began to type furiously, mind set on that deadline you had to meet and nothing else.

Not even your handsome friend observing you with concern.

Have you always had those dark bags under your eyes?

Were you always this pale and tired looking?

Probably not, Tom guiltily thought to himself. He knew it was his fault, dragging you around the world with him, attending press tours, interviews, and red carpets, day in, day out.

He just wanted you to experience all this fun with him and the boys. He must have seriously overlooked the fact that you were still in school and had homework, it was shocking that he forgot that, seeing as Peter Parker still had homework to do.

“Let me help.”

“Tom, what do you know about Australian law?” you asked him without looking up

“Nothing.” he replied flatly

That made you burst out into a fit of laughter you didn’t know you needed, it made you feel a hundred times lighter and a lot less crazy.

You gave Tom a playful little nudge and you placed your laptop into his hands.

“I’ll answer the questions, you type.”

“Unless you want me to answer these?” Tom asked teasingly, earning another giggle from you. The sound was rewarding.

“That’s sweet but.. Maybe next time?”

Tom nodded eagerly with a smile on his face, hands poised over the keyboard.

The both of you had worked well into the night. You, showcasing your expertise on law and Tom, trying to keep up with your words as they flowed out of your mouth with an eloquence that left him floored. In the hour and a half Tom spent typing up your answers, he learned so much more than he could’ve imagined to learn. He felt as though he’d taken a successful crash course on Australian law, and on you.

It was a learning experience, for Tom mostly; You two have been friends for a long time and the fact that he still didn’t know everything about you sort of made him feel like a bad friend.

It also made him feel like a rather ignorant lad for not knowing anything about Australian law. Now he knew a thing or two.

“And send!” Tom tapped on the enter key with a flourish.

You had done it. You two successfully met your deadline with only minutes to spare. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, you turned to Tom and just engulfed him in the tightest hug you could manage.

“We actually made it.” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, a little stunned

“We make a good team, Y/L/N.” Tom sighed as he melted into your embrace, taking in your sweet, sweet scent. Your warmth flooded through his senses and he swore he’d never felt so at peace.

After a few seconds, the sound of your steady breathing caught his attention. He looked down to see that you had already fallen asleep, safely nestled in his arms. Despite the full, giddy feeling stewing about in his stomach Tom couldn’t fight against his drooping eyelids and soon enough, he drifted off to sleep. With you in his arms, it was the best sleep he’s had in a while.

The next morning, Harry and Harrison had a field day upon seeing you and Tom curled up in each other’s arms.

Harry was the first was to notice (of course), he immediately steered Harrison right in front of you two and the older boy was quick to snap a picture which may or may not have been for the purpose of blackmail.

The two boys sat down for breakfast, all while making snide little comments about you and Tom. Soon enough, Tom woke up, probably by some spidey sense that he was being talked about. He joined his brother and best friend for breakfast, but not before making sure you were still comfortably sleeping.

He slid into the seat next to Harrison with a smile so bright it rivaled the sun that was beginning to peek through the clouds. Harry and Harrison shared a look.

“A bit cheery for the early morning, are we, Tom?” Harry commented, chewing on his buttered toast

“Did you know Y/N is majoring in law? Of all things..” Tom shook his head, piling the food onto his plate, oblivious to the looks he was garnering

“What were you up to last night, mate? You were up rather late.” Harrison asked

“Y/N has freckles, have any of you noticed that?” Tom asked, completely bypassing Harrison’s question, mainly because he didn’t hear it since he was stuck in thoughts of you.

Harry cleared his throat in a poor attempt to hide his rising laughter, Harrison kicked him under the table and hid his own laughter under the guise of his tea mug. Poor Tom remained unfazed as Harrison and Harry began to snicker at him.

“Oh, and did you know that the Australian Federal Constitution was the product of nearly ten years discussion with roots in both British legal tradition and Australian democracy?” Tom recited proudly from memory

It was an adorable sight, really. Tom had his chest puffed out with pride and the expression on his face was just the cutest. Although the self-satisfaction didn’t last long, Harrison and Harry burst into laughter almost immediately.

“Oi, Oi, Oi! Shut up! Y/N’s still asleep!” Tom hissed, trying to quiet down his rowdy companions

“Where in the hell did that come from, Tom?” Harrison chortled, trying his best to keep his voice down

The pride Tom was feeling slowly began to diminish as the heat in his cheeks began to rise.

“I was up all night helping Y/N with some uni homework,” he scratched the back of neck before setting his fork down on the table “I remembered some things.” he mumbled, casting a thoughtful glance at your sleeping form across the aisle.

“Looks like law isn’t the only thing you remembered.” Harry casually took a sip of his horrendously milky tea. Just the sight of all that good tea drowning in milk was simply traumatising.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Tom turned back to his brother and stared him down but Harry was never one to cower away.

“Oh, nothing. Just that you’re completely whipped for Y/N that it’s getting embarrassing.” the younger Holland replied nonchalantly

“I am not!” Tom hissed under his breath, desperately trying to school his face into something more passive to diffuse the situation before all the ruckus woke you up

“Oh, please.” Harry rolled his eyes, completing ignoring his older brother’s attempts at keeping him quiet

“Harry..” Harrison shook his head

“The minute your arse landed on that seat you’re all ‘Y/N this and Y/N that’ you’re lucky she likes you too or else she would’ve been seriously freaked.”

Harry leaned back into his seat, feeling quite pleased with himself and failing to realise that he’d just let out the deep, dark secret that you entrusted with him.

That was clearly a bad idea.

“Harry!” Harrison kicked Harry’s shin roughly

“Ow! What was that for?”

“What did you say, Harry?” Tom’s heart rate was picking up drastically. He wasn’t sure if he should feel ecstatic or shocked or if he was already feeling both at the same time.

“What are you two going on about?” Harry continually rubbed his aching shin from underneath the table

“You said-” Tom began until Harrison interrupted him

“He didn’t say anything! Nothing at all!” he exclaimed with an anxious laugh. Harrison wasn’t so good in situations where secrets were being divulged, they made him too jumpy.

“Why are you all being so goddamn loud?”

The three lads snapped their heads towards the direction of your voice. Across the aisle, you were already sitting up, having been rudely woken from your slumber. You stood up and moved towards them, noting something strange in the air.

“What’s going on here?” you cautiously asked them, draping your arm over Tom’s seat. The movement made him look up at you, the expression on his face like he’s seen the waiter coming with his food at a restaurant.

“Just breakfast. You’re looking so beautiful this morning, Y/N.” he told you, reaching up to place his hand on top of yours

Your heart jumped all the way up to your throat once you felt his warm hand on your own.

“Well.. Your charm isn’t going to work on me, Tom Holland. No matter how famous you get.”

You yanked your hand from underneath his and sauntered as best you could despite your nerves over to the bathroom.

Tom watched you walk off with a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

“We’ll see about that.”

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The biggest challenge for a professional sportsman is to never feel that way [in being called ‘superman’ and ‘terminator’ by polish newspapers in light of how many goals he scores]. The minute you don’t manage to do that, you’ll be reminded that you’re not that special in the very next game. It’s much better to be a down-to-earth human being who does his job to the best of his abilities.  

Happy 29th Birthday Robert Lewandowski [8/21/17]

Originally posted by acciosugas

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I was too busy to post as they came so here’s some of katsucon for today (feat. @driftingbystars and her boyfriend as Cloud and Aerith)