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Cover Me

Chapter 2

The 100 - Clexa

FBI/cop!AU (modern!AU) - multichapter

Chapter summary:

Day 2 of working with the FBI. There’s a new murder and well….there’s some Clexa not being able to stand each other like the last chapter. And there’s also a bit of Octavia and Clarke.

“No, Anya, she’s impossible.” Lexa said to Anya on their way to the precinct the next morning.

“She’s cute.” Her partner said with a small shrug, pretending to not have heard a thing Lexa had just said.

“Irrelevant.” Lexa rolled her eyes before going back to what her point. “Why does she have to make me explain myself? Is she physically incapable of taking orders?” She asked rhetorically.

“Possibly.” Anya said quickly. “Or maybe she just likes push your buttons and see how long you can last.”

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There used to this Harry who knew how shirt buttons worked.

He understood them. He GOT them. He USED them. 

He rocked them. 

They had a relationship, him and his shirt buttons. They worked together. They understood each other. 

Then. Something went wrong. Nobody knows what or why. Nobody knows who walked out first, who hurt whom, who broke up with whom.

They won’t come together anymore. Harry and the buttons - it’s still a sore subject. 

The designers have given up trying to make peace. 

Perhaps they pushed his buttons too hard. 

Button, I am your father… 

They couldn’t put their differences aside, not even for a black-tie wedding. 

Literally nobody is looking at Lou’s chest here. 

It’s been 84 years…. 

AKA the continuing saga of Harry’s tiff with his shirt buttons. 

#this is silliness #not to be taken seriously

Sehun Drabble #1


Situation- 10.Cuddling



Speech- 2. “What do you mean ‘stop doing that’?”  

3. “Don’t push my buttons, cause I know exactly how to push yours”

11. “I just wanted you to know, that I love you…”

Rating- ♛♡



The faint smell of salty sea water and the fresh breeze ran through my senses as I sat on the balcony with my guitar, strumming and softly singing the self-written lyrics I’d been working on for a while. The sky was still slightly dark with a few flakes of orange and red scattered across it, indicating the beginning of the event I’d woken up at 6am for. I was slightly struggling to perfect my f# chord, when I heard the sound of the sliding door -which lead to the balcony- open.

“What are you doing up so early?” He yawned walking over to the sofa I was sitting on, effortlessly picking me up and placing me onto his lap as he sat down. I lightly leaned my back against his bare chest as he placed his head snugly into the crook of my neck, and I continued to now quietly hum the words. With his arms wrapped securely around my waist and the body heat we provided each other with on this brisk autumn morning, I smiled at the thought of having him so close to me so I can finally share these moments

“I woke up to watch the sunrise… Haven’t watched one in a while” I finally sighed at the fascinating spectacle about to take place, as Sehun let out a light chuckle at my antics. Effortlessly placing my fingers onto the neck of the guitar I tried to play the chord, when I felt a slight puff of air at the back of my neck. Assuming it was the wind, I shrugged it off but I felt it again. And Again. “Sehun… stop doing that.” I simply instructed, already knowing what he was trying to initiate

“What do you mean ‘stop doing that’?” He innocently asked, now trailing his soft lips up and down the side of my neck. I let out a slight groan half in annoyance and half in a bit of excitement of this whole situation. I put my guitar down and slowly turned to straddle his lap, turning his lazy morning expression into a more suggestive one. Staring into his dark eyes, I firmly placed my lips onto his and got an instant reaction as he began to kiss me back. I ran my hands through his locks before getting to the back of his neck and lightly tugging at the hair there, electing a much predicted groan from him. I was quick to pull away before he tried to deepen the kiss, smiling wickedly at the new pout on his face

“Don’t push my buttons, cause I know exactly how to push yours” I tilted my head as he rolled his eyes at my satisfaction. He took my moment of distraction to catch my lips again, moving his soft pair against mine which had me feeling weak at the knees as he kissed me with such passion. I was too lost in the moment to then come to the realisation of the fact that I’d missed the sunrise. I placed my hands against his chest as I pulled away, and looked back in disappointment as the sun had already risen. Sehun must’ve been quick to realise that this was partly his fault as he quickly made me turn to face him again and held both of my small hands in his.

“I just wanted you to know, that I love you…” He sheepishly confessed in attempts at making me less annoyed at him. I managed to hold my frown for about 3 seconds before breaking into fits of laughter at his now mortified face, ready for me to have a go at him.

“I love you too idiot!” I smiled.

Hope you liked it Lovey! xx

Of Perps and Proposals

Also posted on AO3

Derek and Stiles sit in an unmarked squad car on a routine stakeout hoping to catch the person who has been knocking over various warehouses around town. By the fourth uneventful hour, they’ve played nearly every game known to man in order to keep some semblance of sanity, when the speaker squawks.

“What about ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ because you guys are killing me with your boredom. By the way, your push button is broken which means I’ve heard everything. I need to go bleach my ears after hearing Stiles’ enthusiastic rendition of ‘Hello’.” Scott’s voice echoes through the radio.

Stiles huffs at that, but what else do they have but time and sore asses, for the most unremarkable reasons, too. Shame.

“Alright how about….”  Derek closes his eyes as he attempts to drum up some names, fingers tapping thoughtfully on his thigh before opening his eyes, catching his reflection in the side mirror and smirking. “Scott, Parrish, and Me.”

Stiles snorts and turns so he’s facing Derek, “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Derek shrugs up a shoulder and nods his head, urging Stiles on. 

Stiles squints his eyes and nibbles on his lip as he mulls it over. Derek sighs, “This isn’t Jeopardy, Stiles.”

Stiles’ squint becomes a half-hearted glare. “Fine. Fuck Scott. No seriously, fuck you, bro. My singing is on point. Angels wept.” Stiles screeches into the radio.

“They’re not the only ones who wept. Just so you know I’m flipping you off so hard right now. Also the suspect in question was spotted in your vicinity. ETA on your location is 5 minutes.” Scott responds.

“Roger. Eyes wide open. Ok so on to Parrish. Hmmm. Kill Parrish mostly because I’m not even sure if that’s possible. Would he just come for himself then? You know because of the whole,” Stiles gestures to his body, mimicking being engulfed in flames, “Hellhound situation?”

Scott chokes out a laugh while Derek’s glare becomes contemplative before movement coming from the warehouse has him bounding out of the car with one hand on his walkie.

“Perp on scene. Pursuing on foot.”

Continua a leggere

Since it seems p much canon that Poland is PARTICULARLY good at pushing buttons I couldn’t help but think of this situation after writing this one-sided rochu thing . Probably not the best idea to run with, Po, but boy he sure likes to pick ALL his battles, doesn’t he?

anonimo ha chiesto:

remember when Clarke and Lexa pushed the button to blow up Mount Weather’s doors and it didn’t work? That has to signified something. Because if you analyze that scene and compare it with Bellamy and Clarke pulling the lever, both can compare. Why didn’t the button work when Clarke and Lexa pushed it? Why did the lever work when Bellamy and Clarke pulled it? See, these two scenes show the relationships clearly. Clarke and Lexa can’t work together. Bellamy and Clarke can work together.



Eheheh..did he push the button?

This fanart is about a question of this video .. watch it.. to discover what is it about :P

PS: I drew the camera with Pewds’ mom because of a hilarious comment of a bro that wrote‘’  MOM BRING THE CAMERA “  .. thank you Jòse Mora :’DDD

Off// the pictures will be replaced with better quality ones soon.

Good night bros :)

anonimo ha chiesto:

-glances at post about ladybug playlists- YES HELLO WHAT IS THE NO ADRIEN AU I AM INTRIGUED AND AFRAID


basically, adrien never went to public school

hence, ‘no adrien’ in marinette’s life au

(and no ensuing crush)

they know each other’s identities because of reasons and have a ‘we’re gonna investigate and figure out who hawkmoth is’ thing going on with a corkboard with red string all over it and go out and gather clues and shit

and mari’s parents don’t know about adrien or chat or ladybug or the investigation, despite adrien/chat being over at her house a lot, so there’s a bunch of hurried escapes that simultaneously look a lot like a guy escaping his gf’s room before her dad can come in with a shotgun and like those superhero movies where someone pushes a button and all the walls flip around to hide the evidence

but in reality they’re not banging at all - they’re just hanging around throwing darts at a dartboard with a paper taped to it that just reads ‘hawkmoth’ in big black letters because they don’t have a real picture to tape there

and they squabble and snipe at each other a lot, but chat still sleeps over whenever he can, allegedly because they need to brainstorm leads, but really just because his house is big and cold and lonely and if he sleeps over at mari’s she’ll wake him up with a pillow to the face instead of nathalie’s method of narrating his schedule for the day

it was supposed to be a ladynoir/marichat-ish drabble collection, but it’s old and dumb and i have no idea what i’d do with it, so the only thing in that playlist is ‘break free’ by ariana grande because the song reminds me of that au for reasons unknown to me

do not be scared, sweet nonnie. it would literally just be humor and friendship and dumbasses investigating shit if i ever did write it

..we do know that we respond to our particular gender differently. And that women in power have, underneath it all, this place where they identify so strongly, but they’re also apt in certain circumstances to have their buttons pushed a little more radically and maybe in a different way than a male in the same position. ❞
    ↳ Mary McDonnell

1D As Guys You Knew In High School

Harry: The guy everyone likes, even if they say they don’t. He’s incredibly cute, charming and popular. Nice to everyone, is never angry unless you push his buttons. You have a major crush on him but know you don’t have a chance in hell. He dates a lot, but never has a relationship that lasts more than a month.

Niall: Super cute and friendly. Sits next to you in Science or Math and lets you copy off of him, even though you make better grades than he does. Makes you laugh constantly, and you sometimes get in trouble because of it. You secretly wish he would ask you out, but you’re not sure if he likes you as more than a friend, so you’re willing to take what you can get.

Louis: The smartass bad boy. Not everyone likes him, but you secretly do because you think there’s another side of him that no one else sees. Draws cartoons on his notebooks and folders and shows them to you. Makes you smile when you’re having a bad day. Tells you things like you’re out of his league or you’re prettier than the homecoming queen, but never asks you out.

Liam: The sweet guy. Popular and probably a jock, but not stereotypical. Always willing to help anyone in need and sticks up for the underdog. A little insecure. Has a long-term girlfriend, but has no idea that he could get any girl he wanted. Voted prom king.

Zayn: The quiet, brooding boy. Probably in the choir or drama club. No one knew much about him until he got on stage one day. You think he’s amazingly talented, but are afraid to approach him. You have a class with him but he sits in the back and doesn’t talk to anyone. Everyone thinks he’s good looking, though his personality is in question for some.