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          but first, let me take a selfie ( @betterinblve )

Being a creature of the night (likely, from all of the free coffee he drank during the day), Tooru often spent a lot of time online watching videos of conspiracy theories or alien sightings. His Netflix history consisted of mainly documentaries and the odd action film, or shitty comedy he and his roommate put on for fun. Sometimes he ended up on youtube’s trending page however, and that was how he first discovered Lance McClain.

Tooru enjoyed his videos a lot. It was safe to say he was a fan of the youtuber, always finding something to laugh at in his videos -- whether at Lance’s expense, or actually at his jokes. One can imagine Tooru’s surprise when he spotted the familiar male waiting in the same subway station as him, eyes glued to his phone. 

Never being one for boundaries, Tooru instantly smiled and bounded up beside the familiar face, standing in front of him. The athlete spoke with enthusiasm and excitement, like a long-time fan meeting their idol of choice. Even though Tooru wasn’t a die-hard fan like some, he had a way with making feel special.

Must have been something to do with his charm.

“Yahoo~!! You’re Lance McClain, aren’t you? I love your videos!” Tooru said cheerfully, waiting for the other to take notice of him. 

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akihxme:

- Starter for @toorucikawa

“Tch.. I am done with boys. Idiot.”

Aki Adagaki - the cruel princess. Once again, a boy had confessed his crush to her but she had shamefully knocked him down with a harsh nickname and a crushing blow with her umbrella in the pouring rain. The poor boy was crying and hurt by her sadistic ways, but she thought nothing of it. 

Unfortunately, karma hurt. Her umbrella started to cave in, unfortunately snapping from the wind. The metal was brittle enough as it was. 

“…! W-What?! Stupid.. umbrella!!”

While she was trying to fiddle with her umbrella, a car came by, splashing a large puddle over her, soaking the poor girl through. She let out a shriek as she did so, holding out her arms in disgust over her soaked through body. 

“H-How insolent..!!!”

Tooru had the unfortunate luck of seeing the whole scene play out from the coffe house window, having been cleaning up around a few of the tables when he caught sight of two people outside. He watched with morbid curiosity as the girl had pushed the boy down, then going as far as to hit him with her umbrella. Tooru frowned, unimpressed with her display. He was about to turn away, knowing it wasn’t his business and honestly, he didn’t want to get wet for the sake of one ill-mannered girl, when fate struck the girl hard for her cruel actions. 

The mess she appeared to be in was enough to illicit a snicker from him, which he quickly hid lest the lingering crowd be alarmed at his enjoyment over this girl getting completely soaked. Deciding to go outside and invite her in, if only to let her dry off somewhere warm. Tooru rested his broom near the door and stepped outside under the awning, waving a hand to catch the girl’s attention.

“Yahoo~! Over here!” Tooru called, trying his best to sound somewhat friendly. The scene from before was still fresh in his mind, reminding him that this was not some poor and helpless girl. After all, he was well aware people could have ugly sides. Unfortunately for this girl, she seemed to be having a bad day where she was... well, all ugly right now. 

“Do you want to come in and dry off~?” He called out to her, grinning with a slight hint of malice, waiting for her to accept his offer.

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ichisvki:

starter for @toorucikawa

He didn’t know what it was but the Imperial Phoenix had been bustling with activity as of late. He was sure he was picking up more hours week by week. Between excited tourists and the regulars bringing their friends and families, it was definitely causing him to go rushing off his feet. At least it paid the bills off.

Poor Ichigo was exhausted but thankfully today was his last shift before he had the weekend to himself. He made a quick stop to the Grind House before his very busy schedule. He wandered up to the counter and leaned on it slightly.

“One latte please.”

   Tooru would have never guessed that he’d enjoy working as a barista so much. Granted, the job could be taxing on one’s patience and manning the counter was arguably better when his best friend was working the same shift. Today they were short staffed and Tooru had been running the counter by himself, though he was lucky that they hadn’t really had a rush of customers aside from the early morning’s crowd. Having noticed a customer enter and approach the counter, he bustled up to greet the male with a smile. 

“A latte? You got it~.” Tooru said happily. He chuckled, eyeing the other carefully, “what size’ll that be, hm~? You look like you could use something big. Tough day ahead?”

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RP POSITIVITY MEME!

Because there’s just way too much salt out there sometimes.

♥ What’s the absolute best experience you’ve had in RP? ♦ What’s your favorite thing about RP, generally? ♚ Have you ever made any lasting friends through RP? ⚜ Have you ever met anyone from RP in real life? ✮ Do you think you’ve improved as a writer through roleplaying? ☄ Has roleplay positively affected your life in some ways? ☯ Tell us all about your favorite muse you’ve ever written and why they meant so much to you. ☼ Have you learned any new skills from being involved in RP (coding, editing, making GIFs, etc)? ☀ Have you ever joined a new fandom that you only discovered through RP? ♨ What unlikely, ‘only possible in RP’ ships have you enjoyed writing with your muses? ❀ What is your favorite thing about your current fandom or RP community? ✉ Say something nice about someone you follow!

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Yes, yes! The rumours are true, Bellevue’s Grand King has returned~! My line-up didn’t feel right without the love of my life, so here we are once again. I’ll be holding off on a starter call for right now as I have a lot to catch up on with my other blogs, but I wanted to make a post here regardless! That being said, I will be keeping all of Tooru’s previous interactions as group canon, so if our muses interacted before and you would like to continue on from a previous thread OR if you would like to arrange a pre-established relationship, feel free to nudge me in my IMs or over skype! I love to plot, so please don’t be shy~.

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hhh, as for me, i will be taking my time getting to my current replies on both neptune & oikawa, here. however, if anyone would like to engage in threads feel free to contact me over skype or twitter (@celtheamazing)! or on IMs here~.

i too, shall be open for AUs though ! and multi-shipping threads, if desired. i will only be up for these on oikawa tho for right now! but feel free to contact me for these as well. i may be slow but i find the idea of exploring new options while the hiatus is in tact quite interesting <3 

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psiker:

@toorucikawa 

“Cereal is not a soup, water is not a beverage and pineapple on pizza is disgusting.”

Edward was very firm about his opinion on these stupid questions. How could someone even think of them and why did Tooru ask him of all people? This young man was one to make his opinion very clear if not in the ways of actions, but words.

“Wrong.” Tooru stated simply, holding up a hand in protest. He was collecting opinions, yes, but upon hearing Edward’s opinion he had deemed the other male’s thoughts as invalid. He truly could not believe this level of betrayal. 

“You’re wrong, Edward~! Cereal is just cold soup, water is the best kind of beverage with amazing health benefits, and pineapple on pizza is exactly the right level of fruity you need to make it good. ”

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Hmm… Louis observed his companion quietly for a few moments before he shook his head.

“Mm, I finished work, early today. And I was, in the area, so I thought I could, surprise you.”

With his free hand, he dug around in his bag, years of practice the only thing keeping his bag from falling off his shoulder. Fingers closed around a thermos and Louis extracted it from his bag, reaching up to tap it against Tooru’s cheek.

“I brought you, a warm drink too.”

Since becoming friends, Louis had developed a habit of babying the younger man. It wasn’t on purpose, Louis had no doubt that the college student could take care of himself, but perhaps he missed having family around more than he realized. At home he always had someone that he could take care of. 

Even if he wasn’t home often because of work, he did see his brothers enough, often being called to help the ones in the entertainment business style their hair. So being out here in Bellevue by himself was a drastic difference. Even in France, he’d babied the apprentice his father had taken on.

Or maybe it wasn’t quite babying.

Louis just liked having someone to take care of and had probably just latched onto the first person he’d met that he thought needed it.

He’d need to break that habit soon.

And Tooru would probably tell him off if he took it too far.

“You look, tired Tooru. Was it a very, long day of classes?”

Tooru couldn’t help the small pout that formed on his face after hearing Louis hadn’t gone out of his way. It was a small thing to be upset over, but he’d always been a very petty individual and often the smallest things made him frustrated. Of course, most of it was an act, but sometimes even Tooru couldn’t tell the difference between the mask he wore and his true feelings. Before he could whine over the other’s response however, despite the notion of wanting to surprise Tooru, he was greeted with a warm thermos pressed against his cheek. 

Suddenly, the pout was gone and Tooru was smiling once again, taking the thermos with a quiet chuckle before bumping playfully into his friend. Louis was someone who he believed to be a good friend to have: it was a reminder of those who took care of him back home. While one of his friends had moved with him, it still wasn’t the same without the safety net of friends he was used to. Louis helped fill the void their absence created, especially with his constant fretting over Tooru’s wellbeing. Plus, it was nice to have someone worry about you. It gave blossom to a warmth in Tooru’s chest that warmed him even more than the thermos would.

“Thank you, Louis~!” The athlete chirped happily, opening up the thermos to sniff at what was inside. It smelled delicious, which was to be expected. Before he could enjoy in the taste however, the other was talking again and Tooru turned to look at him again, feet falling in tandem with the other’s steps.

“Mmm. Is it that obvious?” Tooru asked, almost shyly. He wasn’t so used to letting his cheerful mask slip, the one that made him seem almost invincible even in the face of long classes and intense practises. He sighed tiredly, cheeks heating up slightly, although he was thankful for the chill so that it was less obvious he was embarrassed.

“...It was a really long day, yeah. I’m ready to crash~.”

Pockets of Warmth

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mxkkis:

Takahiro’s FAVORITE nights had to be those which he and Tooru were scheduled to close together. While he ( for the most part ) enjoyed all of his coworkers, he was grateful for the nights he and Tooru could work at their own pace and goof off without worrying about what others were doing. As an added bonus, nights at the Grind House were nearly always slow ( as most people preferred bars to sitting in for a cup of coffee ), giving them the ability to do as they pleased─ so long as their jobs got done.

Their most recent shift together was fitting that criteria well: the shift manager had since left the premise and the lobby was barren aside from the occasional student needing their fix before a night of studying. It was the perfect formula for a perfect close !! Well, aside from ONE little thing, of course… As the night drew closer to it’s end and cleaning was made the priority, Takahiro decided to liven the place up by playing his music through the venue’s intercom system. 

He kept his device close by should someone decide to show up, but he was pretty sure they were safe from that. With the mood set, Takahiro set aside his current dishes and sauntered up to his friend. They had gotten most of their work done, so why not have a little fun…? Takahiro lightly bumped Tooru’s hip with his own to snag his attention, grinning widely. 

“Tooru Oikawa~,” he hummed the name theatrically, holding out a hand for Tooru to take. Then, in the BEST French accent he could conjure up ( so, not that great ), Takahiro asked, “Shall we dance~?”

                              ☆ let’s jam, @toorucikawa. ☆

Tooru loved working with Takahiro. While he had always been more prone to working as a duo with Hajime back in Japan, there was no doubt about the fact that he and Takahiro worked just as well together, after having spent the good part of a year constantly in one another’s space. The most surprising part about living with Takahiro and working with him was that Tooru hadn’t wanted a break from the other yet. He didn’t want to murder him, nor did he feel particularly lonely without Hajime around, which he often had even back home when his childhood friend’s house was within walking distance. With Takahiro around, it was just the right amount of home to keep him from feeling lonely: and hopefully, the same was true for his friend.

Humming to himself as he cleaned the counters, Tooru was looking forward to getting off the clock so that they could head home and enjoy the rest of the evening. He’d downloaded a new alien documentary on his laptop the previous night and was eager to sit down and watch it (and perhaps drag Takahiro into it as well). However, his train of thought was interrupted as he heard music start to play over the intercom and his smile widened. Tooru had to wait only a moment before Takahiro was by his side, bumping into him playfully and causing a quiet giggle to escape the former captain.

His laughter only grew when he heard Takahiro’s awful French accent, looking away from his friend only momentarily to siphon off the laughter that shook him to his core. Takahiro was extremely good at getting a rise out of him, be it with humour or well-timed, yet merely playful, insults. Tooru grinned and took the other’s hand.

“We shall, Takahiro Hanamaki ~! Let us dance the rest of the night away.” Tooru said, mimicking the horrible accent to the best of his ability as he flourished, pulling his friend along with his dramatic opening dance move. 

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knights-queen:

Having been let out of classes early that day, Arashi had wandered around on campus for a while, wondering what to do with the rest of his day. On a whim he had decided that he wanted to get something to drink and had asked around for recommendations. Which is how he found himself inside the Grind House.

As he walked up to the counter, sliding his sunglasses to the top of his head, he cleared his throat to get the attention of the young man behind the counter. His immediate reaction brought an amused smile to Arashi’s lips and the model chuckled.

 “It is. Though…I didn’t know it was at every bus stop.” He glanced over the menu, everything sounded good… Ahh he was so indecisive when there was such a wide variety of yummy sounding options available.

“I’m in the mood for something sweet~ Do you have any recommendations~?”

“Well, that depends on how sweet you want it~.” Tooru replied with ease, throwing a wink at the other. Leaning back from the counter, the barista made a thoughtful pose as he considered options for the other - all things that were typically popular among their regular customers. 

Tooru glanced over the other, as if studying the other further would help him determine that drink would be best suited. It was no secret among the establishment that himself and Takahiro were two of the best baristas they had to offer. Really, this model couldn’t have come at a better time. Except... he could have, because Tooru was a petty person and became jealous far too easily, even when the other was a complete stranger.

“Do you want something warm, or iced? If you want something warm I can recommend a cafe mocha, or maybe a caramel macchiato~? What sort of flavours do you like?” Tooru asked inquisitively, rocking his weight onto the backs of his heels as he stood there, waiting for an answer.

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babaecheva:

    Mila had come from training when she passed by a small flower shop, a small smile on her face as she saw her favorite flower in it’s different varieties for sale at the shop window. She looked at the different colors and began to think whether or not she should buy just one color or buy all of them in a bouquet. 

    Her eyes wandered further into the shop window as she spotted more of her favorite flowers inside the shop. Mila thought for a while as she tapped her foot in an attempt to help decipher whether she would push through with purchasing the flowers for her home.

    “How blessed you must be to see a hag.” Mila chuckled as she turned over to the male, he was familiar - she could have sworn that she had seen him a couple of times before. And judging by his attire, Mila was right. She had seen him a couple of time at Enyo before - mostly inside the gym whenever she was there.

    Mila smiled at him, “I’m sorry, that was rude.” She bowed her head apologetically. “But thank you for the compliment, if ever that was one.” She laughed, mainly at herself - she wasn’t that awkward but there were indeed times when even a loudmouth like her run out of things to say.

Tooru wasn’t quite fond of when people dragged themselves down. It was an idea that he had tried to drive into his underclassmen for the longest time, that if you didn’t believe in yourself and didn’t show confidence, then you’d never have it. Even if the woman was simply joking around, the comment struck an off note with him and the volleyball player found himself a little less impressed, although it never showed in his body language. Tooru still smiled as brilliantly as before, from years of wearing such a thick mask to the point where his longest-standing friends could barely tell if something was off with him.

“Don’t worry about it~. It was a compliment, and you’re very welcome!” Tooru supplied an answer quickly without missing a beat, chuckling along with her so that the atmosphere wasn’t so awkward. If there was anything he hated about talking with strangers, it was awkward silences. He believed it was best to avoid those as much as possible.

The best way to do that, was to make sure he never let the conversation get awkward.

“Flowers, though. Are you looking with someone in mind?” Tooru asked, curiousity filling his voice, genuinely curious about her shopping habits. He tilted his head slightly in an inquisitive fashion, chocolate hues bouncing from the window display to the woman. 

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My muse has been acting strange, send one for you muse to...

℟ - Hug my muse from behind without saying a word

℠ - Slam my muse against a wall after my muse has been avoiding your muse to ask them what’s going on

⅋ - Bring my muse hot chocolate and a warm blanket

⅌ - Drop a kitten on my muses lap!

⅍  - Go up to my muse and just snuggle them

ⅎ  - Kiss my muse and hug them, telling them “I am always here if you need me”

⅏ - Take my muse out for a walk in a peaceful area

⁰ - Taking my muse out to do one of their favorite activities 

⇧ - Bury my muse in blankets and turn on their favorite show

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          meme // accepting!! 

     five. (neck kiss)

It was movie night. With Takahiro scarce for the evening, busy with the closing shift at the Grind House, Tooru had the apartment to himself. He had considered going out, perhaps spending some time at the gym, but his muscles were already aching from a particularly rough practice earlier in the day, and the allure of blankets and popcorn - as well as a good movie - was too much for him to resist. Tooru had been even happier to hear that Louis was free that evening. After all, movie night wasn’t worth the effort without a friend to spend it with.

They were already well into the second film of the evening, bundled up on the couch. Le Grand Tout was playing on the television, a film about a crew aboard a spaceship that had been sent flying off into space by ways of a black hole, making it impossible to travel home. Of course, they decided to explore space instead of trying to find a way back and Tooru would be lying if he said he wasn’t at the edge of his seat, knees drawn up with his chin resting on them as he watched with full intensity. Whenever there was something related to his interests being played, it was hard to get the brunet to focus on anything else.

That was, until he heard deep-set breathing beside him. Prying his gaze from the television for a moment, Tooru looked to see his movie companion had managed to doze off. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Tooru to find his friends like this, especially with all the foreign documentaries he forced Takahiro to watch with him. Smiling bemusedly, Tooru ended up watching the other sleep instead of his film, just for a little while. 

“Louis-chan should know better~.” He said after a while, quietly, his words not designed to wake the sleeping male. Leaning closer, Tooru grinned as he pressed his lips to the other’s neck. A sweet little kiss, followed by a whisper in the other’s ear, “time to wake up, sleeping beauty~. Or else Oikawa-sama is going to get revenge for falling asleep on him~!”

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Send in a ❣ for a random kiss.

a shy kiss. 

a forehead kiss.

a cheek kiss.

a nuzzle kiss.

a neck kiss.

a hand kiss. 

a hug + kiss combo. 

a dying kiss. 

a bleeding / bloody kiss. 

an assertive kiss. 

a nonchalant / uninterested kiss. 

a kiss to your muse’s shoes. 

a blown kiss. 

a sad / crying kiss. 

a quick kiss. 

a happy kiss.

a teasing / sensual kiss. 

a platonic kiss. 

a clumsy kiss

a kiss of your choosing! ( requested by the sender! )

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                             ( @babaecheva liked for a starter!! )

"Now, there's an image you don't see everyday."

Tooru was a charmer. Charismatic, athletic, and with a reputation to back him up on the court, he had no issues winning over new fans every single day. Unfortunately, it was those people that he often got bored with very quickly. It was nice to have someone cheering for you and carrying a banner in your name to each game, but after a while he simply didn't hold much interest for them. More often than not, he knew that his fans were simply there for his looks and how cool he was when hitting his jump serves just right: barely any of his fans at Enyo could care less about him as a person.

That was why he looked for real friends outside of volleyball. Friends, acquaintances, and otherwise - people outside of his school circle tended to have more interesting stories, and opinions. While he appeared simple-minded, Tooru actually preferred a challenge and in turn, someone who could challenge him.

What, you might ask, did that have to do with this moment?

Not a lot. But as Tooru approached the redhead peering at the flower display in the shop's window, he could already sense that he was about to deal with someone who wasn't mindless like a lot of others he found trailing after him. It was something akin to seeing a tough opponent from across the court. He smiled in a friendly way, hands tucked into his Enyo team jacket, and let out a small chuckle.

"You don't often see someone prettier than the flowers themselves standing outside this shop. I must be blessed~."