seasidefallenangel

[seasidefallenangel]

how it feels to walk past the "smoke free campus" signs while hitting my cart

[seasidefallenangel]

all night, i'll riot with you

playfighting with hsr characters ft. dan heng, kafka, blade, gepard, jingliu, luocha, aventurine, dr ratio, sunday, mydei, anaxa

notes: gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, hints of dom/sub stuff but like you really have to look into it, kafka is my favorite character and i would let her do anything to me, paralive version

༄ dan heng:

who wins? you.

✣ he's kind of unsure of what to do. it's not as if you're unaware of the raw power he has, so he assumes this is some kind of prank or bit. he'll just kind of stand there awkwardly until you huff and tell him to fight back. considering he'd rather die than hurt you, he instead will give you the slowest and most gentle shove of all time - barely making an indent in your stomach. you'll eventually tackle him to the ground and declare yourself the winner since he doesn't really try all that much. he's still lost by the end, but by the way his tail his thumping against the floor you can tell he enjoyed himself.

༄ kafka:

✣ who wins: "you."

she knew what you were up to the second you slinked into the living room. there's never a time in kafka's life where she won't indulge your whims though, so she pretends to be distracted with some sheet music. when you finally pounce on her, she lets out a fake gasp and asks how her baby could be so cruel. it's nearly impossible to actually hit her with how evasive she is, but she's good at pretending just to make you happy. with a few twists, you'll find yourself in her arms and your legs around her waist as she peppers your face with kisses. she'll gush about how brave you are before asking you to join the stellaron hunters with the most teasing grin on her face.

༄ blade:

✣ who wins? blade.

the moment you initiate any sort of playful combat, a sort of sleeper agent activates inside blade. years of instinct nearly threaten to take over and put you down quietly. his hand twitches for a second before his brain takes over and he moves it to the small of your back. he'll ask with a deadpan expression what in elio's name you're doing, and sigh when you tell him you're going to beat him in a fight. he knows that you know such a thing is impossible, so he speeds up what will be a losing battle and simply pins you underneath him on the floor — making sure you're aware that he'll one utterance of his name away if you ever do truly find yourself in a fight.

༄ gepard:

✣ who wins? you, just barely.

gepard doesn't even try to fight back. he's still as a statue, petrified of causing you the slightest bit of injury. unfortunately for your golden retriever of a boyfriend, he is built like the walls of belobog's fortress. regardless of what he does, you bounce back ungracefully from trying to push him over and fall flat on your ass, bumping your hip into the coffee table in the process. he freaks out and bends down to try and help you, and you turn it into an opportunity to fake him out and pin him to the ground. he could get up with zero issue and completely overpower you, but instead he's content to lay on the group with pink cheeks and congratulate you on your win.

༄ jingliu:

✣ who wins? nobody.

as somebody who treats your safety with deadly seriousness, jingliu doesn't exactly take lightly to your foolishness. would you actually use such obvious methods if you were trying to ambush somebody? has any of her training rooted itself in your brain? all you've managed to do is convince her that you can't be left alone for more than five seconds. no matter how much you whine that you were just trying to play around, she's coming back to this exact moment when you ask her to please leave her sword at home during the grocery store run.

༄ luocha:

✣ who wins? you.

look at him. he's a healer. while he might have muscle from carrying around that coffin all the time, he's usually tired and overworked to some extent. even with your rambunctious nature, luocha used to have the tendency to treat you like a doll. with every one of your surprise attacks on him though, he's starting to see you're more of an untrained and curious puppy. he rarely has the energy or willpower to fight you back, and will just let you take him out to satisfy your craving for chaos. once he's down, he'll just run his fingers through your hair and ask if your nonsense is done for the night. this is usually followed by him shaking his head and asking himself what he's going to do with you, but the adoration in his eyes is a clear sign he'll let you keep getting away with it.

༄ aventurine:

✣ who wins? aventurine.

you know how much he loves you right? remember when he bought you your own mini spaceship? he is so competitive that it doesn't matter how much he loves you at that point, so please disregard the fact he will body slam your ass just to win. he really doesn't have that much physical strength so the sudden burst of energy surprises you. you have no choice but to chalk it up to some sort of adrenaline rush or such because you sincerely thought you'd last longer. he's not even sorry about it — just giving you his signature smug look and trying to butter you up so you don't make him sleep on the couch. couldn't he have at least pretended to put up a fight to make the silly moment last longer? you're more mad about that part than the actual losing, so he says to try again the next day and he'll show some restraint. it plays out exactly the same.

༄ dr ratio:

✣ who wins? not you.

he's halfway out the front door before you can even finish the thought. he is literally so tired. do you know what you're doing? do you enjoy making him miserable? the look he gives you is so devoid of soul that it sort of does convince you that he'll either kill you or himself if you try anything. even when you say you promise you're not going to do anything stupid, he doesn't believe you for one second. between you and aventurine, he has zero tolerance for tomfoolery by the end of the night. proceed with caution. he will lock you out of the bedroom if you piss him off enough.

༄ sunday:

✣ who wins? it's a tie.

sunday thinks you're cute. he loves to observe you and how you treat situations. when you're in a playful mood while relaxing in the party car, he easily follows your thinking and let's you have your moments of fun. he should've known a bout of cuteness aggression would latch itself onto his brain, as is usually the case when you do just about anything. what was an easy win turns into his wings fluttering against your face while he nips at your cheek. only one of his hands is needed to restrain both of yours, and he asks with a lovelorn look on his face if you have any idea how difficult it is to hold back when you're so endearing. you think he's over-exaggerating, but the affection is much appreciated.

༄ mydei:

✣ who wins? up for debate.

no matter what you do, moving him in any way is completely impossible. he doesn't try to fight back even a single time and you still can't put a dent in him. hitting, biting, kicking - it's all futile. when you inevitably tire yourself out, he'll let you curl up against his chest before asking if your little temper tantrum is done with. his fingers will hold your chin and tilt it up so very slightly, eyebrow raised as he informs you that if you want his attention, there are easier ways than acting like a brat ; not that he'd ever want you to stop acting like a brat.

༄ anaxa:

✣ who wins? nobody.

much like ratio in the sense of not having time for your bullshit, but anaxa is substantially more of an asshole about it. despite this, he actually will usually let you just float around whatever area he's working in for the day solely to keep you in his eyesight. yes, he's distracted and doesn't say much during this, but being so close for hours fills the gap. it's only when you get too wily that he has to step in and put a swift end to that behavior. he is busy, he is irritated, and you being a problem child is doing nothing to help. you don't even get to creep up on him fully before he's scolding you. ignore his warnings will usually end with you tied up in a chair, wriggling and whining while he ignores you. please, just behave for five minutes, would you?

[seasidefallenangel]

my life is one big "you're not in this fandom but can you proofread this"

[seasidefallenangel]

the sounds of whatever anime you're currently watching quietly fall from your phones speakers. kenma is resting his head on your stomach, switch in his hands as he clicks through a visual novel.

"this is the first time I've felt like this, and in order for me to understand this 'frustration', i want to play football with this guy. i want to try... to put in some effort..."

kenma pauses at the words. it sounds eerily familiar to a defining moment in his high school volleyball career. his gaze shifts up as he squints his eyes at you. "what are you watching?" he asks quietly, not wanting to shatter the peaceful atmosphere fully. you mumble back, "blue lock," before staying quiet for a few more seconds and following up with, "he's my favorite character."

maybe it's a coincidence. it's not like he's the first person in history to have not fully been committed to his high school athletic club. he certainly knew people who shared his mindset back then, after all.

"who's - what's he like?"

you hit pause on the screen and hum. it takes you a minute to answer, but you do.

"nagi? lazy. likes to play games. secret hidden drive. quiet and kinda keeps to himself. ends up loving the sport he said meant nothing to him."

and then you go back to watching like it was nothing.

you cannot be serious.

kenma shifts up slightly, now using his elbows to lift himself and meet your eyes a little easier. he paws your phone out of your hands, ignoring the yelp and look that you give. "that's me," he deadpans. "your favorite character is literally me. you picked an anime version of me."

you sputter in self defense only to end up retaliating with, "you're like 20 centimeters shorter than him!"

the glare he shoots you is withering.

[seasidefallenangel]

ria in class !

[seasidefallenangel]

not to be lame but what makes people want to interact with a blog owner like what can i do to come off as like more open and willing to speak and stuff

[seasidefallenangel]

stop reblogging james and the giant pronoun

[seasidefallenangel]

nobodys paying attention to me so im going to microwave forks and knives

[seasidefallenangel]

WOWWW I LOVED THE RIN X ALIEN ONE SHOT A LOT, IT WAS VERY CUTE 😭😭 I always felt that if Rin had a partner, someone like an alien or a strange species would suit him xdd

awww thank u so much <33 i kinda threw in like hints of autistic rin in there and how he himself can feel alien and thats why he has interest in the reader so im glad u agree 😙

[seasidefallenangel]

and to the end of the other-world, i love you

notes: rin itoshi x alien!reader, rin's pov, fluff, i don't know where this came from, reader has no gender/appearance except for a few alien traits mentioned

rin tilts his head.

you follow suit.

when the crash came from behind his apartment, he hoped that one his neighbors would go handle it. it didn't become his problem until he looked up at the ceiling in his kitchen a few minutes later and saw you on all fours, staring down at him with a blank face.

he'll never confess to how loud he screamed.

now, he sat across from you on the couch in his living room in dead silence. the two hanging antennae from your forehead seem to move separate from your breathing - which he thinks is coming from those two slits in your neck. he hasn't exactly figured out how to properly communicate with you yet.

not that he particularly minds. sure, you're very clearly not human and it would be much easier to explain what's happening if you spoke the same language, but rin hates talking to other people more than most things in his life. if the two of you can find a way around it, he'll be thrilled.

the sound of the neighbors yapping dog suddenly echoes throughout the room. you press your hands to your ears, making a series of what seems to be disgruntled clicking sounds. by the look on your face, you're clearly displeased with the noise. rin finds himself agreeing with you.

the noise ceases after a few more moments and rin cautiously pokes you to let you know. your skin is ice cold to the touch, so much so that he flinches upon contact. the texture is similar to his, but beneath the skin is more oily than he would've expected just by looking at you.

you blink slowly at him whole removing your hands from your ears. when your lids close, they're just translucent enough to still see your eyes behind the flaps of skin.

(honestly, he thinks it's pretty cool.)

when he gets off the couch, you slink right behind him. into the kitchen, into his bedroom, but he stops you at the bathroom. he thinks the bright pink of his cheeks alarms you when you try to follow him, because your eyes widen and you touch them with both pointer fingers accompanied by an almost mechanical sounding hiss.

when he comes out, you're on the ceiling again.

unsurprisingly, google didn't really have any results for "how do i help an alien stuck in my apartment" aside from some bad star trek memes and weird fanfiction. at the very least, he's figured out a vague understanding of your sounds. the clicking means you're upset - how loud and frequent each click is determines how angry you are, the hissing leans more towards confusion or concern, and the dolphin-like chirps are an indication of joy.

you seem content to just follow him around the house when he's there. every time he leaves, he comes back to find you doing something like making sculptures with his forks or licking the tv. you move with caution when testing new objects, but quickly get distracted when they amuse you. it's almost like watching a baby - if a baby could bite through solid metal.

even though you haven't done anything yet, part of him is paranoid when he needs to run errands or go to practice. he can't exactly bring you with him but he's worried you'll somehow get yourself killed if he leaves you alone - or, even worse, wander away into the world.

today, you're on him like butter on toast the moment he comes back. rapid chirps leave your mouth as you tug him towards the window on the other side of the apartment. he has no idea what the urgency is for, but he's gonna be really annoyed if he has to fend off some sort of robber or serial killer.

instead, you pause in front of the glass, pointing with barely restrained excitement. resting on the sill outside the window is a small nest. a large black and pink bird - like hell he knows what species - and a much tinier bird are huddled together in the mess of sticks. the bigger one has it's wings wrapped around the baby, holding it close.

other than being mildly cute, rin doesn't exactly understand why you've seemed to lose your mind over this. it's nothing special ; not enough for the level of excitement you currently show. maybe they don't have birds where you're from. maybe you've never seen birth before. regardless, he can tell it's something important to you, so he humors you at the least and watches the two creatures for a few moments.

once you're satisfied with your bird viewing, you're back to wandering around and fulfilling your curious desires. he thought it'd be something he found annoying, but recently he's grown rather fond of your mannerisms. something about you makes his life a little bit less lonely.

and he finds himself no longer grateful for the language barrier.

[seasidefallenangel]

TWST TEXTS ✦

. . . feat. Riddle Rosehearts, Kalim Al-Asim, Lilia Vanrouge, Epel Felmier, Azul Ashengrotto, Ruggie Bucchi, Idia Shroud

cw: platonic, reader is referred to as “prefect,” one death threat (from Riddle)

reid: sillies. i made. ill do prompted ones later

[seasidefallenangel]

take me to that sky

car dates with blue lock boys ft isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, itoshi rin

notes: just fluff, a couple personal headcanons but nothing crazy

༄ isagi yoichi: road trips

“i think it was that exit-” “recalculating.”

isagi smiles sheepishly at you from behind the wheel and you can’t find yourself able to be annoyed with him. instead, you shrug your shoulders and tell him, “guess we’re adding another adventure to the trip.”

you’d think that halfway through your road trip around germany, your boyfriend would be well equipped to make sure the two of you were actually going in the right direction. you’d gotten worried the first time, annoyed the second, and by the current fifth wrong turn, you’ve decided wasting any brain power on it is worthless.

a snort leaves you as you spot the sign “einfahrt nach dusseldorf,” and point out the ridiculous name to isagi. he joins you in your laughter while you ask him to pull over with a sparkle in your eyes. some sort of small market is set up, and you waste no time hopping out of the car to go once he’s parked and see what sorts of unique treasures you can find.

he’s more than happy to follow behind, pinky latched with yours while you babble about getting some kartoffelpuffer from a vendor before asking if you should check out the homemade jewelry at a stand nearby. isagi tells you with a smile like the sun that he’d buy you anything you want. 

and he will never confess all those wrong turns were on purpose so he could spend more time with you. 

༄ itoshi sae: stargazing

sae’s stupidly expensive car was more of a statement than anything else, and really his only intent when buying it at the time. he didn’t expect it to come with the advantage of easily wooing you with a simple sunroof.

“oh! isn’t that orion?”

he glances in the direction you point at, the stars crystal clear through the glass of his window. the two of you lay with the seats flattened back, a blanket across your legs and some fast food (your idea, not his) in between you both. his lip twitches in amusement.

“that’s not even a constellation, genius.”

you grumble from the passenger’s seat, something about “they all look the same, anyway,” before continuing your hunt for more star clusters. it’s not really his vibe but you had always considered it a romantic date.

even if you had no idea what you were doing.

truthfully, he was spending more of his time watching you. he hates how sappy he’s grown ; looking for your smile at every moment and feeling like he’s failing at basic boyfriend etiquette any time you’re disappointed or closed off. it’s gross and pathetic and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“look, look! you can see mars!”

sae squints, “that’s an airplane.”

“damn it.”

༄ itoshi rin: drive-ins

“i feel like you could do a killer kubrick stare.”

rin’s attention flicks to the side, giving you an absolutely lethal side eye. you snicker back at him given he’s essentially proven your point. if there’s one thing he had down perfectly, it’s his impeccable mean mug. 

the couple in the car next to you has been making out through half the film, and while you aren’t actively watching them, it certainly does get distracting when the shaking of the vehicle is visible in your peripheral vision.

your cinephile boyfriend clicks his tongue and mutters, “fucking idiots. this is one of the best movies ever made and you’re busy acting like horny teenagers.”

you have a sneaking suspicion this will turn into another lecture about how the shining changed filmography forever, so you hit him with a curveball to hopefully avoid it.

“we could start making out too?”

his head whips to face you, a light pink flush quickly spreading across his pale cheeks. you think you have him right where you want him until his gaze shifts longingly back towards the screen. yes, rin loves you, and despite what he’ll admit, he’ll do just about anything you ask him to.

but also, it’s the shining.

conceding with a sigh, you tell him, “we can wait until the next break.” he looks grateful and squeezes your hand as thanks before muttering under his breath about the composition of the current shot.

well, you tried.

[seasidefallenangel]

Isagi and his glock

[seasidefallenangel]

not proship but icl you don’t really have a high ground to stand on when you reblog smut of minor characters 😭 youre in the same league as the other anon

girl what are you talking about i will not even touch shit if its not established or mentioned that everyone written is 18+

[seasidefallenangel]

would u ever write some step brother itoshis x reader...?

i will fucking kill you with my bare hands if you ever step foot near my blog again

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at the tone, please leave a message.

“this is so annoying.”

…

“it’s late there, isn’t it? that’s the only excuse you have for not answering me.”

“i’m sorry i haven’t called, amor. it’s endless drills over here, but these lukewarm players need it desperately. you’d think they’ve gotten worse since our match with blue lock.”

…

“the little demon wouldn’t leave me alone today, either. he’s been hounding me about meeting you in person. he keeps insisting on ‘fighting for my affection.’ as if he has a chance.”

“honestly, i’d prefer if all of them stay as far away from you as possible. they’re nothing more than programmed animals, chomping at the bit for the next shiny thing. i can’t imagine what their idiocy would do to you if you were around them for too long.”

sigh.

“but that means i’d have to wait until i’m back home to see you. both of these options are shit.”

…

“...i’m sending you a ticket in the morning. stay 50 meters away from every other player at all times when you get here. i don’t need them contaminating you.”

click!