kasamatsu teaching his s.o basic guitar skills!! fluffy new year‘s eve maybe!!

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The last time I wrote about Kasamatsu trying to teach his s/o guitar, it didn’t lead to very safe for work places… lol
-Neon

“Which hand is your dominant one?”

Giving him a bit of an incredulous stare, you lightly smacked the back of your hand against Kasamatsu’s shoulder. He was your boyfriend for god’s sake; shouldn’t he know which hand you wrote with by now? The light smack and glare was met by a surprised, then annoyed look of his own. He knew what he’d done wrong, just didn’t want to admit it.

“Just hold this,” he said, pushing one of his older guitars into your hands. When you positioned it so that you were holding it the wrong way, just to test him, he rolled his eyes and responded with, “The other way, doofus.”

With the guitar positioned in your arms and his own positioned in his, he went through the first few chords to a song you both knew and enjoyed. It was slow work at first with him showing you where each finger went and you trying your best to copy it. There were a few times, when you’d strum along, that the notes seemed to be just a bit more off than his.

“No, here,” he said.

Scooting closer to you, Kasamatsu set his guitar off to the side and placed his hands over yours. As he positioned them where they should be, you couldn’t help but notice the way his skin felt so warm against yours. It made everything tingle slightly in that way that often happened when you were with someone you love.

“Now strum like this,” he once again directed.

This time his hands wrapped over your other one, guiding it as he allowed you to lightly strum over the strings. What was produced was an airy, very light sound that reverberated just enough.

“Keep going like that and you’ll get this down in no time,” he encouraged.

As Kasamatsu went to take his hands back, you snatched them up in your own. The fast action nearly had you fumbling with the guitar in your lap and it ended up haphazardly laid out across both of your legs.

“I don’t think I understand yet,” you blurted out, a blatant lie.

Kasamatsu’s look of surprise, that slight blush on his cheeks, quickly went away as he realized your game. Taking his hand out of yours, he frowned in that disapproving way and flicked at your forehead.

“Do you want to learn or do you want to cuddle?”

“Is that even a question?”

Cute Kasamatsu!

Iwamura, Kiyoshi, Nebuya, and Okamura having bad days and being loved on by their small cute s/o.

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Awww, I love giving love to the giants with even bigger hearts! – Admin Jade

Kiyoshi

The sway of the subway made his eyes heavy but Kiyoshi couldn’t relax, going over and over his last conversation with you. As much as he knew it impossible, humans are flawed after all, he always tried to make sure not to let the day’s irritations bleed into how he treated you. But today, today had been really bad. He’d missed the subway and been late to physical therapy which was always oh so much fun but this round had been terrible. His knee throbbed, his back hurt, and it felt like everything he’d tried to do had gone to crap.

Then you’d called to check on what he wanted for dinner and he snapped. Over nothing, he all but growled for you to figure it out yourself.

The subway came to a stop and he stood, making his way slowly up the stairs and onto the street. When he reached home, he winced, certain he wasn’t emotionally stable enough to properly apologize but you didn’t deserve that.

He’d barely touched his key to the lock, when you opened the door. But instead of the look of anger or sadness he was expecting, you smiled warmly and embraced him around his waist. Somewhat startled, he hesitated but then drapped his arms around your back. The two of you stood there for a moment, just breathing in the scent of one another.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against the crown of your head.

“I know, it’s ok, come on, dinner’s ready.”

Grabbing his hand, you led him through the living room to the dining table upon which sat red bean buns and salad. He pulled you up short, sliding his arms around your waist and burying his face against your neck, practically engulfing your small frame. Sometimes he forgot how drastic your height differences were. “I don’t deserve you,” he muttered.

He felt you inhale, hands caressing over his own. “We all have bad days, Teppei,” you replied, giving them a squeeze. “I don’t expect you to be perfect all the time, that’s impossible.”

He nodded against your skin, planting a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Now, come on, let’s eat before these get cold and then we’ll ice your knee while I give you a massage.”

Nebuya

Finally home, Nebuya collapsed on the couch with a long, loud sigh. He didn’t think days could be this bad. How was he going to tell you he’d lost his job? And for something that wasn’t really even his fault! At least, not that he broken that stuff on purpose! His large body just didn’t work in small places and the boxes were stacked too close together to begin with. He sighed again, hand covering his eyes. It wasn’t even that he liked the job all that much, but money was tight and he needed to pull his own weight.

When the door opened again, his removed his hand, watching as you hung up your keys and toed off your shoes. Turning, you exclaimed, “Eikichi! I didn’t expect you to be home yet, did you get off early?”

Nebuya felt his throat go dry, dread of what he had to confess welling up in his chest and it must have shown in his expression because you were hurrying towards him, concern etched on your face.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” you asked taking one of his large hands in both of yours. He stared at them, marveling again at how he could engulf both so easily.

Forcing himself to look up, he grunted, “I…I got let go.”

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, it wasn’t like you were an unreasonable person, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from widening when you moved forward to kiss him. As you caressed his cheek, he leaned into your touch, thankful you were so understanding.

“They didn’t treat you well there, sweetie. It’ll be ok, you’ll find another job.” His eyes met yours again and saw them brighten. “Why don’t you go back to that gym? Maybe they have a position open now!”

He nodded, feeling the tightness in his chest loosen the long you stroked his face.

Standing, you tugged at his hand. “Come on, we’re going out for ramen and ice cream. You need a pick me up!”

He stood, throwing his arms around your waist and drawing you into a huge hug, your feet lifting off the ground making you giggle. “All I need for a pick me up is to pick you up,” he said and your bright easy laughter melted the rest of his stress away.

Okamura

He was sure if he didn’t get home soon, he was going to lose it. It felt like everything and everyone one he encountered were determined to make his day get worse and worse. And the kids had been especially troublesome, some tiff between the captain and vice captain causing a divide that he had no idea how to fix for his team. It made him question whether he should even continue coaching.

Bursting through the door, he all but slammed down his bag, chest heaving as he tried to will away the urge to break down.

“Kenichi, sweetheart, is that you?”

He looked up to watch your lilith figure make way towards where he leaned against the door, barely keeping his tears at bay. When you reached him, he almost shied away, ashamed you were seeing him so weak. Not that you weren’t already aware of his proclivity to be emotional, but it still made him uncomfortable from time to time.

Without a word, you knelt down, untying his sneakers and removing them. You slipped on his house shoes, standing on tiptoe to plant a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m going to get a hot bath started for you,” you said spinning on your heel to head to the bathroom. “You go get out of those clothes and it’ll be ready soon enough.”

Okamura did as told, shuffling to your shared room and stripping down. He already felt a bit calmer just by removing some remnants of a thoroughly screwed up day. Landing heavily on the bed, he waited until you called him to the bathroom.

“Now, get in there and relax, I’m going to cook dinner and if you want to, we can talk about it. If not, that’s ok too.”

He sighed a thanks, easing his large body carefully into the tub but he needn’t worry; you always got the temperature just right and filled it just enough so that he was covered but not overflowing the edge.

He didn’t know what he’d done to obtain the luck that made you his, but he thanked the stars he did.

Iwamura

Shoulders dipped and head hung low, Iwamura made his way home on the train, tugging loose the uncomfortable tie around his neck. Why couldn’t he find a distributor of suits more…well…suited to his large frame? He rubbed his temple, trying to will his headache to go away. The day had been hell, his manager making yet another stupid call on a project and when he’d given his opinion had basically been told to keep his mouth shut; and it wasn’t the first time. How the guy had obtained his position, Iwamura had no idea. He was clueless, constantly making bad decisions then blaming the inevitable poor outcome on those below him.

As his stop came into view, his eyes widened at the sight of you, standing on the platform.

He exited, making his way quickly to your side. Before he could ask, you had your arms around his neck, lips planting a kiss to his own. Pulling back he cupped your face, looking down into your eyes. “What…what are you doing here?” he asked quietly.

“You sounded like you could use a night of relaxing so I booked us a room at that osen like hotel. You know the one? It’s got private baths and everything!”

He chuckled, trailing his fingers down your neck to grasp your shoulder. “So you could tell, huh?”

“Of course I could tell, Tsutomu!” you chided, slapping his massive arm playfully. “We’ve been together so long sometimes it’s like I can read your mind!” You grabbed his hand, tugging his massive frame up the stairs. “Now come on, we have a lot of relaxing to get to and I don’t want to waste another minute here!”

Though his smile may have been wary, it was no less genuine. You always took such good care of him.

Love for the KNB boys!

Hanamaki – Color Me Yours

ASK: Hello! Could I request a Hanamaki soulmate au where when everyone sees the world in black and white, but when soulmates first make eye contact, they can see color? Thank you!

For as long as he could recall, Hanamaki didn’t give much thought to the world being in black and white. That’s just the way things were since birth; two toned. The full lack of color and the complete saturation of color with nothing in between. The status quo, normal.

But then, he started seeing people around him, his friends, begin to experience the world in a whole new light.

They were seeing color, which meant they’d found their soulmates.

It surprised them all a bit when the first of their tight knit group to experience this phenomenon was Oikawa. Ever the provincial flirt, Hanamaki considered that maybe, subconsciously, they all expected the setter to be a bachelor forever. But fate had other ideas and one day he arrived to school screaming about the beauty of the world. When they’d finally calmed him down, he told them how on his way home from the market the previous evening he’d come across his soul mate; and his whole world was literally changed.

After that, it seemed like a flood gate was opened. The next to find his was Iwaizumi, then Matsukawa. Hanamaki wondered if his turn would ever come.

“Not if you keep staring at the ground,” he sighed, tilting his head up and willing his eyes to open a bit more. If he were going to find her, he’d need to put a bit more effort in paying attention to his surroundings. A deep rumble indicated the approach of his train and he tugged his bag onto his shoulder. As he stepped into the car, he took hold of one of the handles and turned his attention towards the front of the train only to have a wave of pain shoot through his skull.

“Ugh!” he groaned, falling to his knees. It felt like his eyes were on fire! He clutched at his face, rubbing furiously over his eyelids trying to get them to stop stinging. What the hell was wrong with him? The world faded away, yells for assistance growing faint as his vision narrowed to a pair of y/c eyes.

Wait….color? He didn’t know the name of what he was seeing, but he knew it was something he’d never seen before. Which could only mean…

He sat up, hand against his head, vision still swimming but slowly everything started coming back into focus; glorious technicolor focus! Next to him lay a girl, also coming to and being assisted to sit up by their fellow passengers. Reaching out, he touched her shoulder drawing her hazy attention to his face. He watched as her eyes, also formerly squinted, widened when her focus returned.

“Y…you…you can see them right? The colors?” she asked a bit breathless.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, hand still holding her. His eyes fell to it, a blush coming on his cheeks. “Sorry, I just…you…”

“It’s fine,” she affirmed quickly, soft smile on her face.

“Hey you kids ok?” someone asked from the crowd.

“Yeah, we’re fine, sorry about that,” Hanamaki said standing. Turning, he extended his hand to her. “Let me help you…”

“_________,” she supplied placing her hand in his.

He drew her to her feet, picking up her bag and slinging it on to his shoulder along with his own. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Hanamaki Takahiro. Um, would you..would you like to get some coffee or something?” He knew they both had school, but he didn’t want to part from her, didn’t want the opportunity to get to know her better right away slip away. He saw her hesitate, clearly the same consideration in her own mind but to his delight she nodded.

At the next stop, they alighted from the train, walking side by side, both unable to stop their heads whipping back and forth to take in what used to be familiar surroundings. Her gasp brought his attention back to her. “Just a second,” she requested, hurrying into a store. Confused, Hanamaki looked at the sign above the door, then smiled; a bookstore. He could guess what she was looking for.

A few moments later she returned, smile bright.

“Since we’ve never seen them before I figured we could use this,” she explained holding up her purchase. Across the cover he read: “Color Identification”.

He chuckled. “I like your practical mind.”

She blushed, averting her eyes to the ground. “Tha..thank you. Um, maybe instead of a cafe we could…walk around and see the colors?”

He nodded. “That sounds great.”

They began walking, her with the book open, excitedly pointing out all the colors she could identify quickly. Their impromptu exploration date lasted well into the afternoon, consisting of a respite at a ramen counter where they got to know more about each other. He talked about his volleyball team while she expounded on her extra curricular activities. The longer she talked, the more Hanamaki found himself falling for her. He knew there was no guarantee of love with a soulmate but being with her he felt his heart filling with joy.

“Hanamaki-kun, do you…do you have a favorite yet?”
“Hmmm?” he asked cocking an eyebrow.

“A favorite color? I know it’s probably too soon to have picked but-”

“Your eyes,” he interjected. In light of her stunned silence he went on, “I know it’s probably cliche and I’m most likely not the first to say it to their soulmate. But truly,” he leaned his chin on his palm, smiling, “your eyes are my favorite color.”

Her cheeks reddened and she hastened to change the subject but he smiled, knowing that even if they were just at the beginning of this journey, he couldn’t wait to see where it would lead. And he would do everything he could to fill her world with more than just color.

He would fill it with love.

Daichi- Put a ring on it

ASK: May I ask for a scenario (or whatever’s easiest!) of Daichi’s reaction to his female s/o proposing to him? Thanks!

In honor of the crow captain’s birthday, I’m posting this one today!

The date had been wonderful, a peaceful walk through the park coupled with a basket of his favorite food. His girlfriend had surprised him after work, showing up at the school with the fixings for a relaxing evening. Unconsciously, he clenched her hand tighter. He felt bad that so much of his time was being taken away from her but he had a goal to earn his doctorate in sports medicine while part time coaching at his alma mater. They’d talked briefly about living together, but he couldn’t help thinking they should get married first. It was how his grandparents and parents had done things and he just couldn’t see doing anything else.

But they just couldn’t do that right now. The expense of a ring alone had shocked him, add to that the cost of a wedding and suddenly he was hearing register clangs instead of wedding bells.

Of course, he knew it wasn’t all about the money, they could have a simple wedding. Maybe-

“Daichi,” said the woman next to him, drawing his attention to her face.

“Hmmmm?”

“I…I was wondering…” she took a deep breath, stopping their forward motion and turning to look at him. She scanned his handsome face, the strong jaw she loved to kiss, the gentle smile that warmed her heart, the piercing gaze that seemed to read her soul. He was everything she ever wanted and even though she knew it would be hard, she just couldn’t hold back any longer. She looked down, slowly touching one knee to the ground as her hand exited her pocket with a box in it.

Daichi’s eyes widened so big he was sure they were going to fall out of his head. Was…she…really…

“Daichi, would…would you marry me?” she asked, holding up a simple silver band. She couldn’t keep tears from streaming down her face as she looked up at him. His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn’t form any words. Hastily she went on, “I know it’s not conventional….and….and I know it feels sudden…but…but I really love you and I was afraid you’d think you need to wait until you could afford a big diamond or a huge wedding or-”

Her rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lips covering hers, Daichi’s fingers raking through her hair. His tongue trailed along her bottom lip, prompting her to open to him. He moved his arms around her waist, drawing her closer as they knelt in the middle of the park.

Pulling away, they both drew long breaths. “I love you,” he rasped, forehead pressed to hers. He swallowed, trying to formulate his thoughts. “I…I won’t lie and say I’m not disappointed that I didn’t get to ask you but you’re completely right. I would have waited, not just because I thought you wanted those things but because I did too.” He felt her stiffen but held her firmly. “But I’m saying yes.”

She drew back, tear filled eyes staring into his. He smiled warmly, large hand cupping her cheek and his thumb wiping her tears away. “At the end of the day, I want to start our lives together too, everything else can come later.”

Could I request Kagami taking care of his s/o when she’s sick? Like making her food and cuddling

Since I’m sick right now, this is the perfect time to write this as I have plenty of motivation. I did this in head canon form, hope you don’t mind.

Kagami is the type of boyfriend who will all but tie his girlfriend to the bed or couch to make sure she’s getting the rest she needs.
Anything she wants, he’ll get, she just has to ask. He even arranges for her to stay at his place, in his bed with a bell so she can call him if she needs anything.
Though, of course, since she asks for him to snuggle with her most of the day he’s right by her side as it is.
He’ll make a homemade chicken or vegetable soup packed full of healthy ingredients and herbs meant to combat her symptoms.
If she can eat it, he’ll go out and buy either her favorite popsicles or ice cream to help soothe her sore throat.
He’ll pick up all her medication, making sure to go over any prescriptions with the pharmacist so he knows exactly how many doses to give and when.
If she wants to watch movies or TV, he’ll set that up for her.
He’ll even read to her out loud if that is what helps her relax.
He’ll massage her face if she’s super congested to try to help move out all the junk clogging her system
He’s not squeamish at all, so whatever grossness is coming out of her nose, he doesn’t care. He just wants her to get better. Same goes for if she has the stomach flu, he’ll be the one holding her hair back and rubbing her back if she needs to throw up.
If she’s able to eat/drink, he’ll hound her about staying hydrated, keeping track of how many ounces of water she has.
Brews a mean cup of super awesome tea that soothes her throat and calms her cough.
Generally, he’s at her beck and call, will do anything in his power to make her as comfortable as possible and will always take care of her.

L for Tender Salami please? ♥

SATORI!!!

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

Tendou is another guy who initially takes a decent amount of time to reveal his feelings. He’s been ridiculed and shunned for a good portion of his life socially, so the idea that someone he feels strongly about genuinely returns those feelings is hard for him to believe.

When he does finally trust you enough to be forthcoming with his feelings, he’s all about making up for lost time.

Anytime you’re together, he’s got you right next to him. Whether it’s his hand resting on your waist, his arm draped over your shoulders, his hand holding yours or him pulling you to sit in his lap, he wants you close.

His fingers constantly play with your hair.

He loves giving you piggy back rides whenever you let him.

Cheek and forehead kisses constantly. His lips love connecting with your face. Don’t get him wrong, he’ll kiss you breathless if you let him, but even he tries to keep some things behind closed doors. Hence, pecks to the two above mentioned areas whenever you’re out and about together.

Can I have L D and B for Aomine?

Per our DM, here’s your choice of the three above. Thank you!

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

Aomine struggles with words (most often putting his foot in his mouth) so he tends to show love physically more than any other way.

He’s another handsy guy, often shoving his hand in your back pocket (if you’re wearing jeans) or if not just straight up resting his hand on your ass. What can I say, I head canon him as an ass man as much as a boob dude.

His favorite place to kiss you is right below your ear on the hinge of your jaw because it makes you shiver.

Every so often he’ll surprise you with a sweet gift. It could be a single flower, a small piece of jewelry or even a mini stuffed animal, but he does like seeing your eyes light up when he presents you with whatever random tidbit he found that made him think of you.

If you’re open for the fluff hc could I get L for Tsukishima please?

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

Our resident salt mine struggles with revealing the more tender emotions. Not because he doesn’t feel them, oh no, but because he guards his heart so much. Who wouldn’t after being lied to by someone they looked up to?

But in recent time, that wound (and the brothers’ relationship) has healed to a degree meaning Tsukishima is getting better about showing love.

It comes in stages, starting with compliments that become less and less back handed.

Physical love, at least in private, he’s comfortable with a lot quicker than anticipated. The first time you came over to watch a movie after getting together with him, he shocked you by pulling you flush against his side, arm draped over your shoulder.

L for kei??

More love for the salty boy!

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

As he’s matured, Kei has become much better at expressing his love in a multitude of different ways but the most surprising is he starts writing songs / poetry for his girl.

It’s fairly canon how much Kei loves music, so it feels only natural that he takes more interest in it after high school. Maybe instead of continuing volleyball in college, he takes a few music classes, learning how to play piano or guitar (perfect instruments for those long fingers!)

For one of their anniversaries, he composes a poem for her. Then for her birthday, he writes a song.

H for Murasakibara ? Thanksss!!!

Hobbies (things that they like to do or collect)

Given his penchant for food, it should come as no surprise that Murasakibara collects cookie cutters.

He has an extensive collection, ranging from little ones for mini cookies, all the way to a large one shaped like a Christmas tree.

Even though he’s usually been impatient to eat, as he gets older (and his siblings start having kids of their own) he enjoys baking and decorating cookies with his nieces and nephews.