omw @ this photo though i do not want to talk about it

anonymous asked:

How about the ndrv3 guys being very needy (like they just want attention or cuddles or something like that) with a female s/o?

Sign me the heck up!
(as always, if you want something changed, please don’t hesitate to ask!)

-Mod Kaede

Female S/O with Needy NDRV3 Guys

Saihara Shuuichi

Saihara wasn’t big on PDA or anything of the sort. He was shy when it came to hand holding or quick pecks. Of course, he still loved S/O with all his heart.

He started thinking back on the first murder case he solved. The way the culprit’s gaze bore into him came back to haunt him ever so often.

So when you two were sitting on a couch watching television, it came as a surprise that he grabbed your hand. He was blushing, and let his eyes rest on your figure. You brought his hand up to your face and gave it a small kiss.

As you got up for a snack, he didn’t let go of your hand.

“S-Saihara, my hand..”   “Ah! Sorry, S/O!”

He averted his gaze, and then you understood.
You sat next to him and wrapped your arms around his body, placing your head on his shoulder.

Saihara smiled and placed a silent kiss on your head.

“Thank you, S/O.”

He felt blessed to have you as his partner.

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anon request | myungjin

“Ugh, he’s so cute!”Myungjun whined, stabbing at his lunch.

“Why don’t you just talk to him? You know, like a normal person,” Moon Bin rolled his eyes. He paused. “Nevermind, you’re not normal.” Myungjun threw a cherry tomato at the other in retaliation.

“I don’t even know his name. He’s so freaking hot and he sits in the front and sometimes when I manage to get a seat somewhere behind him, I see this cute little birthmark he has on his neck and ugh he’s just so attractive.”

“I don’t know… Dongmin’s pretty fucking hard to beat.”

“Your boyfriend isn’t fucking human, Bin,” Myungjun deadpanned. Ever since Moon Bin started dating that art major that everyone on campus seemed to know except Myungjun, the whole world imploded in chaos. Suddenly, everyone was really interested in Moon Bin which meant they in turn recognized Myungjun as the tiny friend of the guy who’s dating Lee Dongmin. It was college for fuck’s sake. Why was everyone such a high school kid? Sure, Dongmin was handsome. But he wasn’t that handsome. But Myungjun would never say that out loud again because the backlash he received for even muttering those words was ridiculous.

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felicitousvixen  asked:

OH you’re doing those things again!! #blessedbylock if you don’t mind 39, Toshinko or 23 Kacchako

23. meeting on a train ride au for kacchako (i mostly chose this one because I haven’t done any Kacchako yet this time around. also that hashtag I’m screaming omg)


Ochako turns on her front facing camera and lifts her phone into the air. She centers herself in frame and puts up a peace sign, smiling. When she feels like the angle is flattering she snaps the picture and it’s only as it’s taking that she realizes that the guy standing right behind her looks like he’s going to kill her.

She brings her phone back down so quickly she nearly drops it to the train floor, her fingers slipping and sliding on the case. She fumbles for a moment but she’s almost managed to get a good grip again right as the guy says, “Were you fucking taking a picture of me?”

Ochako drops her phone with a clatter. “Shoot,” she complains, crouching to retrieve it.

“Are you ignoring me?” the guy asks, sounding two parts incredulous and one part pissed.

“No,” Ochako says, scooping her phone up. “Sorry.” When she stands and turns to face him he’s scowling. “I didn’t mean to take a picture of you either.”

“Why the hell are you even taking a picture somewhere as crowded as a train anyway?” he grumbles.

Ochako feels her cheeks color. “I’m on my way to visit a friend. I was going to let him know how it’s going, I thought a picture would be fun.”

The guy scowls harder. “Fucking stupid,” he says but he seems less tense somehow. He’s an odd person.

Ochako checks her phone to see that the picture ended up blurry from the movement of her arm. Her face is alarmed and obviously her eyes are on the guy in the background. He, somehow, looks amazing. Even with his angry expression he looks beautiful. She supposes that he must be one of those extremely photogenic people, like Todoroki who somehow always looks cool and suave in every picture they take of him.

“Shoot, it didn’t turn out.”

The guy leans her direction curiously, obviously trying to get a peek without actually asking to see her phone. Ochako is a nice person, or at least she tries to be, so she turns her phone screen to show him. “You somehow look great though.”

He bristles. “I didn’t care, Round Face.”

She eyes him and wonders why he’s trying so hard. “I’m Uraraka. Uraraka Ochako.”

He scowls. “Did I ask?”

“You’re really rude for such a pretty guy,” she comments.

For the first time since she’s met him, if you could call this meeting him, he flounders. “Pretty? I’m not pretty. I’m, like… I’m fucking cool, okay. I’m a cool guy, and you know what Round Face I didn’t ask you and I don’t fucking care.”

She laughs. “Okay, Pretty Guy.”

“Hey, it’s Bakugou Katsuki,” he snaps, “and don’t you forget it Round Face.”

“Whatever you say, Pretty Guy.”

He scowls at her and seems to think for a minute. “You’re a fucking asshole under that cute girl image, aren’t you Uraraka.”

She smiles, charmed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bakugou-kun.”

Bakugou eyes her. “Whatever.”

Ochako brightens. “Hey, since we’re friends now do you want to be in my selfie?”

“What?” he asks. 

She laughs and turns on her camera, leaning towards him a bit but not too far. After a second of him blinking at her phone screen he leans towards her too and she takes a chance to get right into his space. When their cheeks squish together he gets a cute, stunned expression on his face and she takes the opportunity to snap a picture of him without the scowl that seems to be permanently programmed into his facial muscles.

“Aw, that looks cute,” she says. He blinks at it, looking embarrassed, but he doesn’t yell at her to delete it so she takes that as permission to type up a quick message to Izuku and send it.

[photo attatched] omw and making friends on the train as i go!!!

She turns back to Bakugou. “If you give me your number I’ll send it to you too?”

He frowns. “Fucking stupid,” he says but then he holds out a hand for her phone and she gives it to him. 

After he enters in his number she changes his contact name to Pretty Guy Bakugou just to annoy him since he’s watching over her shoulder. He makes an inarticulate sound of irritation but before she can send the picture, and along with it give him her number, Izuku texts her back.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE TRAIN WITH KACCHAN?????

She blinks at her phone. “Who’s Kacchan?”

Bakugou jumps. “Where the motherfuck-”


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Chapter 8 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5  Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Summary: A random number wakes you up early on a Saturday morning. But it doesn’t stop there. The stranger keeps on sending messages, and you have no idea what is happening, when you start to develop feelings for the unknown person.

Pairings: Tom Holland  x Reader [submit your name: How it works]

Y/N your Name

Y/F  your friends name

Word Count:  1932

Warnings: There will be swearing for sure, lots of sarcasm

A/N: Chapter 8 is done!
A little late, sorry for that, but I hope you like it. We are slowly working our way towards the main plot, so stay tuned on the upcoming chapters.
Feel free to let me know what you think, too! Im so Happy about all the feedback I get. It really helps me to stay motivated and write for you :)

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