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Summary: The Ladyblog catches a private moment and Marinette is furious.

This story can also be found on FF.net and AO3.

The video was uploaded sometime after midnight early Saturday morning.  

As was usually the case after an akuma attack, Alya Cesaire had been running on a caffeine rush and adrenaline high that made sleep impossible.  The dedicated blogger would not see the back of her eyes until her copy was written, her files rendered, and her newest masterpiece was live for the entire world to see.

Or at least the majority of Paris.  She was young yet.

Fortunately for the aspiring journalist, the Ladyblog’s wide and devoted readership ensured that the hits would rack up quickly regardless of the time of posting.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how quickly.

It started with the local news.

Nadja Chamack’s bright-eyed good morning Paris grin punctuated the more somber news of floods, akumas, and politics with the light-hearted clip.  The segment usually reserved for heartwarming fluff pieces about eye-seeing dogs and neighborhood bake sales was instead taken over by the city’s most reliable ratings machine.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were television gold.

From there the clip hit the major news networks and was being broadcast to the whole of France. Then came the talk shows, the copycat blogs, the online articles, Buzzfeed, and more.  When the video hit the front page of Reddit there was no stopping the infection.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, less than three days after the akuma attack and the video going live, Chat Noir had become the laughing stock of Paris, the Internet, and the world.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng was absolutely furious.

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floralgardenswitches  asked:

('My inbox is full of joy') Ahaha, I can fix that. Big Boyfriend Cyclonus crying over Little Boyfriend Tailgate as he holds his sparkless body, just a couple minutes earlier Tailgate's hand caressed Cyclonus' cheek telling him that it's okay and to not be sad and that he loves him and one day they'll be together again when Cyclonus becomes one with the All-Spark. "I'll be waiting for you," Tailgate's last words.

Babe…
Babe no…
How could you? QAQ
My heart is dead…
Aaaa…

*sobs*
How could youuuuu

Better This Way (Chapter Ten)

I don’t want to spoil anything, so I won’t say anything lol.
Can’t wait to hear what you guys think about this chapter!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy :)
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Peter woke slowly, wanting to stay as long as he could right here, feeling content and warm, the arms around him familiar and comforting, the scent in his nose easy on his raw senses.

“Pete.” Harry’s voice was still sleepy. “Hey.”

“Harry.” Peter stretched out along the Alphas body without even thinking about it, rolling his hips lightly, his body responding automatically to the Alpha beneath him.

Harry’s body responded as well, nearly instantly, and Peter purred happily at the feeling, rubbing himself more firmly against Harry, shivering when a hand landed low on his hips.

But Harry didn’t hold him tighter or encourage him to move or anything. Instead, Harry squeezed Peter’s hips lightly, holding him still.

“Pete.” He said again, much more awake this time. “You’re killing me, honey.”

“Well then why did you stop—” Peter started to tease but then shame, sadness, wrong flooded him and he jerked away with a gasp. “Jesus, I’m sorry. Damn it. We already had this talk and–”

“Hey.” Harry ran his hands down Peter’s back, trying to cover the shame from the omega with calm, settle, secure. “It’s fine. We slept on each other all night. Even without being Alpha/Omega we would have woken up ready to go. It’s not a big deal.” He chuckled and Peter relaxed again. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah. I am. Um. Thank you for all this. Um—”

“A night with a familiar Alpha can do a lot for this sort of thing.” Harry kissed his forehead before urging him off and to the side, careful not to let their hips touch. “I’m gonna take a quick rinse, and then you can shower, alright?”

“Thanks. Um Harry—” Peter pulled the sheets around him and looked up at his friend. “Sorry again about last night. And this morning. I probably should have just gone home last night and avoided this whole…thing.”

“It’s fine.” Harry assured him. “Pete it’s fine. No Alpha in the world would let an Omega go home when they have been drinking and are upset. I certainly wasn’t going to let you go, alright? It’s fine. Give me ten minutes to get cleaned up and then you can hop in, alright?”

Harry lay one last kiss on his forehead, then turned to go. The bathroom door closed, and once the shower started Peter fell back against the bed, curling into the warmth left by the Alpha.

This was the first morning in a month where he hadn’t woken up crying.

It was… nice.

Harry was such a good Alpha. Familiar and nice and just so easy to be around.

Why couldn’t Peter want an Alpha like Harry?

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Dude, bro...

Anyone who says they don’t like Craig Cahn are sitting on a throne of liars.
I mean.. bro.. he is eff-in perfect, dude.💦💖
And Amanda? She is my best friend now. Everyone can go home. 💞

Happy Birthday, Harrison!

“Enjoying your birthday so far?” You walked up to Harrison after seeing Laura walk away from him, leaving him alone, nudging him in the process. He turned around to face you, smiling as you stood next to him by the drinks table.

“Oh, yeah,” his smile didn’t falter, “I heard you helped with the party. Thanks.” You smiled in return.

“Did we surprise you? Was it good?” Harrison let out a soft laugh, nodding as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug.

“You got me, it was a nice surprise. It’s nice to just hangout with everyone and not have anywhere to go in the morning – it’s nice having you here.” You fought the blush threatening to spread from your neck to your cheeks, ready to respond when Tom called everyone’s attention.

“Alright, everyone,” He signaled for Jacob to lower down the music, picking up his cup that he sat on a table earlier. “First, I’d like to thank Zendaya for letting us trash her house.”

“You’re all helping me clean this shit up. Except you, Harrison. Happy birthday!” Harrison laughed, raising his glass toward her.

“Anyway, before I was interrupted,” Zendaya stuck her tongue out at him, mocking him, while Tom did the same to her, “I want to also thank (Y/N), for helping set up the party while the rest of you lot sat on your asses.” He winked at you, causing you to laugh a little, “We’re here to celebrate my partner in crime, my brother at heart and my best friend, Harrison.” Everyone cheered for him, including you. Harrison looked toward you and gave you a small squeeze with the arm that was still wrapped around your shoulders. “Haz, you’re the best friend anyone could have, and the best person anyone could know. Thanks for always being there – even if I can be a little bit of a handful sometimes.” Tom raised his glass, prompting everyone to do so as well, “To Harrison.”

“To Harrison!”

“Thanks everyone,” Harrison smiled, “This was really nice. I’m glad I have you all with me today. Let’s keep the party going!”

“Everyone, to the pool!” Zendaya screamed, being the first one to run outside, causing everyone to follow.

“Haz?” Harrison stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you, a smile on his face again.

“Yeah?” You hesitated on whether you should give him his gift now or not. You decided against it, shaking you head.

“Never mind. I thought I lost my sandals, but they’re by the couch.” Harrison looked at you questioningly but shrugged it off, extending his hand toward you.

“Let’s get in the pool.” You nodded, smiling softly while taking his hand.

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