#cpkuroo

[chllengers]

@cpkuroo​ // mochi for kuroo

HE pauses, hands tucked into his pockets as he turns to look back over his shoulder. ‘ You talkin’ to me? ’ 

[pridewon]

@cpkuroo​ (starter call)

Oh my God I’m gonna die. Either that, or gravity will never let him back up again. How many penalty laps up this goddamn hill have they done already? Yamaguchi had stopped counting after the tenth time. Now lying on the grass, limbs as numb and non-responsive as if someone had injected him with an anaesthetic, out of breath, Karasuno’s number twelve wonders how acceptable it would be to just. Spend the night there. Under the stars. Maybe die of hypothermia by morning, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad - definitely less painful than running the risk of another one of those ordeals. Thank goodness it’s the last one for the day; even if nearby voices already speak of additional personal training.

His entire body hurts, but Tadashi can feel it, that irresistible pull. He’s gotta get up too; he’s got serves to practice, after all, his one own weapon he has to hone. Yamaguchi sighs, seeking every shred of strength he might have left in lanky limbs; until a shadow suddenly looms over him, prompting him to look up; and immediately, miraculously right sit up. 

“Kuroo-san?” Nekoma’s captain. Tadashi has met a number of intimidating guys since he started playing for Karasuno; but Kuroo Tetsurou, undoubtedly, stands at least among the top three. More unsettling, is the impression that his stature should be less scary than the mischevious glint that seems to shine at all times in his hawkish gaze. “If you’re looking for Tsukki, he went back to the dorms already. Said he wanted an early night.” Yeah, he totally ran away. Probably from the guy now standing before him. Sorry, Kuroo-san.

[agorace]

ᴄᴘᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ: ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ — ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ — ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ, ꜱʟɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴍ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ & ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴀᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀʏ-ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ. “ʀɪꜱᴇ ɴ’ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ.”

days with no to-do list were rare.

the winter sunlight streamed in through the thin curtains, blown up gently by the heat vent below them. Kei’s hair looked like cornsilk on the black pillow, having developed little curls as he’d slept, soft as ever and strawberry scented; he normally turned down gifts — the love language of gift giving had been warped a bit in his head — but the smell of the shampoo Kuroo had brought back from Fukuoka had drawn him right in. shoulders folded inward, legs tangled up, he fit neatly into Kuroo’s side, almost instinctively burying his face into his chest as his face was showered with light kisses. Moonshine...

he’d never admit he loved the nickname.

“MMmmm...” Tsukishima hummed in discontent, arms coming to wrap around the older man. his university had cancelled classes, and the Volleyball Association had declared a snow day, against all odds. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled, nuzzling against the steady beat of Kuroo’s heart before nipping gently at the skin, placing an apology kiss on the mark he left. “Five more minutes or i’ll bite you again.”

for @cpkuroo​ ! ( continued. )

[inanthesis]

“ all i’m saying is that jurassic park could happen ! ” / @ tsukishima 👀

RANDOM SENTENCES.

❝ Okay, sure, it possibly could as technology keeps advancing but that’s the problem. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see a live dinosaur but humans by nature are greedy and terrible creatures who would exploit the dinosaurs for monetary gain. Humans are also largely stupid so, like Jurassic Park, the dinosaurs would no doubt escape at some point and wreak havoc and they’d blame the dinosaurs who were just doing dinosaur things instead of blaming the stupid humans that thought it was a good idea to keep them in captivity or the stupid humans that did something they shouldn’t have to get eaten or mauled. ❞ The floodgates have been opened, Kei only beginning his monologue as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with an unamused stare at Nekoma’s captain.

As a huge fan of dinosaurs and everything they have to offer he’s put a lot of thought into this. Some childhood dreams, like that of seeing dinosaurs, were best left as just that: dreams.

❝ Then what? We let these same idiots kill the dinosaurs? The dinosaurs that didn’t ask to be brought out of extinction to replace zoo animals or be bred for some kind of malicious purposes like what happened in Jurassic World? That’s hardly fair to the dinosaurs who should honestly get full ownership of the planet because they were here first and we would be the idiots bringing back some of the most dangerous predators in history.

❝ So, in the end, all I’m saying is that in this Jurassic Park scenario when it inevitably goes wrong we should just let the dinosaurs kill off humanity because we’d deserve it for defying the laws of nature. ❞

[shimzus-a2]

@cpkuroo​ // tokyo drift au !

         DRIFTING  IN  THE  CITY  IS  MUCH  DIFFERENT  THAN  IN  THE  COUNTRYSIDE ,   but perhaps that was something she should’ve considered before her first couple of car meets in tokyo ( & the races that inevitably ensued thereafter ). even well into her tenth, twentieth, & thirtieth meets, though, the differences between city & country continued to pronounce themselves : there were considerations about pedestrians, about police, & about traffic that she had never needed to consider before. 

         thrilling as they were for some drivers, kiyoko never found them inspiring enough to stay for very long. she liked the LEISURE of driving more than she did the COMPETITION ; driving with one’s head too far in the competitive mindset would lead to careless crashes & injuries. & tokyo was not a place where she wanted the attention of a race ( or a crash ) on her. 

          [ but the cars are nice. ] she doesn’t shy away from the ones that interest her, finding a nice model & slipping her fingers effortlessly across the edge of the hood. the tires are good, the frame nice, & yet ... she can’t see the engine at all. it makes her frown, brows downturning in a look she only makes when she’s driving with focus. kiyoko draws her fingers lower, to the front of the hood, & finds the snap to push it open. it feels like a holy grail to uncover.   ❛  ... ah.  ❜

[chisupamoved]

smash or pass! + kuroo, hehe. ( you can pick the muse of your choice <3 )

open || Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.

“Tetsu-chan should know that smash is the answer.~ ♡”

[agorace]

“You look distressed, Tetsurō — what’s wrong?” Daishou crooned, rocking back on his heels. the late afternoon sun reflected a bit off the shine of his hair, eyes catching a bit in the light as well. despite how tense their relationship always was, and as much as he delighted in teasing the taller boy, there was a certain curiosity to his clawing question. “And don’t tell me that I’m the one upsetting you, I know the look in your eyes when it’s my fault. Something’s got the cat’s tongue, and I’d love to know.”

for @cpkuroo​ ! ( a wild snake boy appears! )

[agorace]

 @cpkuroo​ said: steals Tsukki away just to give him a smooch. hehe. 😻

“Good night professor,” Tsukishima murmured, ruddy cheeks burning a little bit as his hands held a bit tighter to his glass of wine — he’d worn a velvet red sweater and cream suit jacket, paired with black pants, all of which were wholly too warm. the museum studies department was populated by a strict dichotomy of people who were either crushingly boring or eccentric whackos. his lead researcher, Miyami Shizuku, a middle aged man with enough hair to cover a bear and glasses as thick as coke bottle glass, leaned toward the latter. he always tended to get far too drunk too quickly at these parties, and unfortunately, his star protege tended to follow in his footsteps. a few other students awkwardly stood in their now broken circle, a first year girl taking the chance to move just slightly closer to his side.

you didn’t think I’d bail on you, did you?

“Tetsu —” Kei could barely keep the honey coloured liquid in his glass as he was swept out of the Archaeology Wing into the inky darkness of the hallway, past dark red curtains, warmed all the way through by golden lights distantly lit. he didn’t have time to think about the fact that Kuroo had texted him that his meeting had run long, that he might not make it to the party, or complain about the way Kuroo’s knee pressed between his thighs. all he could focus on was the heat of the kiss, the possessiveness of the hold the dark haired man had on his jaw.

jealousy had always looked good on Kuroo Tetsurō.