#quote drabbles

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#1 of Quote Drabbles

Charlie: Fuck you!

Alastor: Fuck me? My, Charlie, what a dirty thing to say!

Charlie: Urgghh. I didn’t mean it like that, asshole.

Alastor: “Fuck you”? Well, that certainly sounds like an invitation. 

Charlie: No it is not!

Alastor: Your lost then, dear.

[jubesy]

🍵 Juli’s Matcha Blossom Master Post! 🌸

a collection of all my works for JOE and Cherry blossom from Sk8 the Infinity

EDIT 2022: I have not done a very good job keeping up with updating this. Please see my Twitter thread or my Ao3 for all of my MB fics. Happy New Year!

Quote Drabbles:

“Close your eyes.” - Ao3 mirror - G

“I’m in love...shit.” - Ao3 mirror - T

“I told you this would happen...” - Ao3 mirror - T

“Is that my shirt?” - Ao3 mirror - T

“Will you marry me?” - Ao3 mirror - T

“Why are you looking at me like that?” - Ao3 mirror - G

"You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?" - Ao3 Mirror - T

“I’ll protect you, no mater what...even if it kills me.” - Ao3 Mirror - G

“I could hold you forever.” - Ao3 Mirror - T

“Make me.” - Ao3 Mirror - T

“Ignore me. I didn’t see anything.” - Ao3 Mirror - T

“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” - Ao3 Mirror - T

“I don’t want to hurt you.” - Ao3 Mirror - T

“Go on, I dare you.” - Ao3 Mirror - T

“Don’t you try and pin this on me!” - Ao3 Mirror - T

What Happens in Vegas... - Ao3 Mirror - T

Fics

Drawn in - T

Leg Man - E (mind the rating!)

Food & Wine - T

Joe Mode - E (mind the rating!)

Human Wine Glass - E (mind the rating!)

Shy - M

Ultimate Lovers’ Package - E (mind the rating!)

Cherry Mode - E (mind the rating!) - sequel to Joe Mode

Chopped - T

Champion (sequel to Chopped) - T

Little Kaoru Returns - T

Matcha Blossom Week 2021:

Day 1: Birthday - Cassata - T

Day 2: Childhood Friends - For Science - T

Day 3: Rivals - Green Oni - T

Day 4: Calligraphy - Plated - T

Day 5: Cooking - Breakfast Duty - T

Day 6: Piercing/Tattoo - Hidden Blossoms - M

Day 7: Beef - Gorgeous - E (mind the rating!)

Day 8: FREE - Cat Tongue - T

Yokai AU (Oni and Fox Spirit):

Green Oni - T

Fox Spirit - T

Trust - T

Missing - T

Headcanons:

Flashback (post-ep 4)

Taste Tester

Chopped Champion

Beef

Carla

Shared Calendar

RGB Trio

AU ideas:

Underground Fighters

Art:

Childhood Friends

Little Tiger Joe

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[stallingdemons]

“You had me at a point where I would’ve left the entire world behind for you.” [Y/N] murmured, shaking her head. “But it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, it’s mine, for believing every word you said to me.” Looking down at her feet, she whispered, “The heart gets confused when it’s constantly told I love you by the same person who destroys it.” Meeting Klaus in the eyes, she bit her lip and stood her ground, “Learn to love the sound of your feet walking away from things not meant for you.” 

[nyangibun]

Jonsa + 87

“You were never just my friend!” 

Jon stopped. His hand was already on the doorknob, his whole body coiled tightly, but he stopped. It wasn’t even the words that had halted him, but the sound of her voice. So soft, so pained that simply hearing that she might even be hurting forced his own anger to one side. 

“You shouldn’t say things like that to me.” 

“Why not?” He heard her feet move and then she was standing before him, blocking his only escape. “Because it scares you?”

“No, because I’m not what you want,” Jon said firmly through gritted teeth. It was a truth he had come to terms with over the past few months. “I don’t come from money. I’ll never fit into your life, Sansa. All I am is an orphan. I’m a carpenter for god’s sake.” 

“So?” Sansa pushed him back. “So what! Do you think I’m so shallow that I’d care about something like that?” 

He scowled at her. “I don’t know. I don’t know which version of you is real.”

“The version that bloody loves you, Jon Snow!” She grabbed his face and kissed him soundly. It was angry and harsh, no room for declarations of love; it was simply a warring of two opposite egos. “Does that answer your dumb question?” 

Jon wasn’t sure if he was still tense because he was mad or turned on, but he smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Not quite yet. Tell me again?”  

[jubesy]

so much angst in those i cannot..... but can I throw 3 for you?

Because your writing is so amazing, I'm curious what you're gonna do with them. No pressure ><

4 for KagaKuro

37 for MidoTaka 

47 for AkaFuri

Thank you for the ask, dear Anon! I tried to keep them short, but they got progressively longer with each one, haha. (Two of them are mirrored on ao3 for length, haha)

KagaKuro #4 “Is that my shirt?”

MidoTaka #37 “Because I love you, damn it!” - Ao3 mirror

AkaFuri #47 “Go on, I dare you.” - Ao3 mirror

KagaKuro #4 “Is that my shirt?”

“And then Tatsuya had this stupid idea to--” Kagami stopped mid-sentence, mid-story, as he walked into the bedroom. He and Kuroko had rushed back to their dorm after the sky had opened up, drenching them instantly. And Kagami had been reminiscing about a time when he and his brother had gotten caught in a similar situation. 

But all thoughts of an interrupted game of one-on-one fled from Kagami’s mind as he took in the sight before him. He’d seen Kuroko in various states of undress since they’d become roommates. It made sense, considering they attended the same college in L.A. and, the more obvious reason, they were dating. But this was new.

“Is that my shirt?” Kagami asked, gaze roaming his boyfriend’s form. Kuroko’s hair was still damp, stray droplets falling from the tips and plopping onto the soft cotton of Kagami’s oversize shirt, which was hanging off of one of Kuroko’s shoulders.

“I was cold and I opened one of your drawers in my haste,” Kuroko explained, blinking up at Kagami with large eyes. “Are you upset, Kagami-kun?” 

Was he upset? A warm flush bloomed on Kagami’s cheeks, spreading down his neck to his chest. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze from where it had gotten stuck on the pale skin just above Kuroko’s collarbone. “Nope. All good.”

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MidoTaka #37 “Because I love you, damn it!”

“Ouch!” Takao hissed and placed a hand over his eye. He was helping the underclassmen get more ice for their water bottles, when a kohai opened one of the bags rather overenthusiastically and sent a shard straight at Takao’s face.

“Senpai, I’m so sor--”

“Takao!” Midorima was suddenly right beside him, gripping his arm to keep him upright. “What happened?” His voice was high and panicked. Takao had never heard him sound like that before.

“It’s okay, Shin-chan,” he assured him. “I just got some ice in my eye,” he explained. It did burn though.

“I’m taking him to the hospital,” Midorima informed their coach and captain. “Please excuse us.”

Takao didn’t have a chance to argue, to say he was fine with just going to the school nurse, because he was being whisked away, thrown in the back of the old rickshaw and brought to the Emergency Room.

Several routine tests and a visit from the doctor later, Takao was finally free to go. He hesitantly walked back out to the waiting room, feeling a bit self-conscious about the patch over his left eye.

Midorima jumped up the moment he spotted him, a pained look on his Ace’s face.

“It’s just for a couple weeks,” Takao explained, gesturing toward the patch. “The ice scratched my cornea,” he went on, afraid to meet Midorima’s gaze. “They gave me some drops and--” He was cut off when Midorima engulfed him in a tight hug.

“Thank God,” Midorima breathed, squeezing him tight. “If you’d been blinded, I--”

“Would be pretty bummed, huh, Shin-chan?” Takao finished for him. “Losing your precious partner and all.” He bit his lip at the thought of it. Of how, without his eyes, he was worthless to Midorima. How could they stand on the same court if he had nothing to offer? “So, you’ll have to put up with some lousy passes until I heal--”

“Takao.” Midorima’s voice was suddenly cold. He pulled back, glaring down at him. “You can’t think the reason I was--”

“Wasn’t it?” Takao interrupted, his voice cracking. He was tired and his eye burned. He blinked back tears. He probably shouldn’t be crying, but it was hard. If only he’d been more careful. “Aren’t you angry because I nearly ruined--”

Midorima hugged him again, gripping his back. “You didn’t ruin anything,” he said. “And I’m not angry with you, Takao,” he added. “I was worried.”

“Worried?” Takao questioned against his chest. He gave a watery, self-depreciating laugh. “Because you’d have to find a new partner?”

“Because I love you, damn it!” Midorima shouted, clearly not caring that they were in the middle of the E.R. waiting area. “Is it abnormal for someone to worry about the person they love?”

Takao blinked and then the tears he’d been holding back started to fall. He’d misunderstood. He shouldn’t have doubted his Shin-chan. “Sorry I worried you,” he whispered. But Midorima didn’t answer. He just held him tighter.

AkaFuri #47 “Go on, I dare you.” 

Despite being on a team that had taken the Winter Cup and giving his all on the court no matter what, Furihata was not a competitive person. Well, in everyday life, that was. Basketball was one thing, but when it came to things like friendship and, ahem, dating, Furihata was happy to go at the other person’s pace.

But then Akashi came into his life and turned everything upside down. 

Now, it wasn’t as if Furihata could one-up the great Akashi Seijuurou. There was no way. Akashi had resources and connections. Furihata had...friends. And they were great friends, mind you! But it wasn’t like Kawahara could lend him his helicopter to take Akashi on a sky tour of Tokyo. And Fukuda didn’t have a spare hundred grand to lend him to buy something that Akashi might not already own.

Even so, Furihata didn’t want to be the only one on the receiving end.

But what did someone get for the guy who had it all? What could Furihata surprise him with that Akashi hadn’t already experienced? What could only Furihata do?

“You’ve been awfully quiet tonight, Kouki,” Akashi said from his spot across the table. They were having dinner on the rooftop of the tallest building in Kyoto. It had a lovely view. And their dessert had been brought to them by a professional skydiver.

“I’m just thinking,” Furihata replied with a weak smile.

“What about?” Akashi cocked his head to the side. He looked completely calm and collected, the only tell that he was worried being the slight crease in his brow. “Is the cake not to your liking?”

Furihata chuckled. “It’s perfect, Sei,” he assured him. “Everything is perfect.”

“But…?” 

He couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips. “But…I just wish I could do something more for you,” he admitted.

Akashi raised his glass to his lips, his intense crimson gaze never leaving Furihata’s as he drank. “Just being able to meet is more than--”

“Sei,” Furihata interrupted and then sighed. “I love spending time with you, as well. I just meant...I want to give you something.”

Akashi set his glass down. “Gifts are not necessary, Kouki.”

“You give me gifts all the time,” Furihata pointed out.

“Only when we’re celebrating,” Akashi tried to argue.

“You just gave me a designer watch,” Furihata said flatly. “Because it’s the anniversary of the first time we used each other’s given names.” 

“Well, that’s--”

“And it’s the fifth one,” Furihata continued. “I only have two wrists, Sei,” he sighed and then, with a snort, added, “You want me to look like Bananas Gorilla?”

“Who?” Akashi furrowed his brow.

Darn Furihata’s older brother and his love of old American cartoons.

“Anyway, it’s hard to compete.” Furihata rubbed his temples.

“It’s not a competition, Kouki.” 

“Says the guy who’s winning.” Furihata sighed again. “Sei, I just want to surprise you with something wonderful. Like you do for me.”

Akashi looked thoughtful for a moment before he spoke. “Then do it.” 

“Sei?”  

“Surprise me,” Akashi said. “No matter what it is, if it’s from you, Kouki, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Furihata blinked. He hadn’t considered that. Furihata had loved every gift he’d received from Akashi. Not because it was something he necessarily wanted or needed. But because it was from his loving boyfriend.

“All right, then,” Furihata said. “I’ll take that challenge.” He reached across the table and took one of Akashi’s hands in his. “Get ready to be swept off of your feet.” He swallowed. “If that’s okay.”

Akashi laughed and brushed his thumb over Furihata’s knuckles. “Go on,” he urged. “I dare you.”

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Could I get no.40 for matcha blossom 😅 if it’s not to much Trouble I don’t want you to over work yourself

Aww, thank you, anon! Yes, I’m trying my best to take breaks so I don’t burn out, haha. And this one is so cute!

You’ve got it, anon! Thanks for the ask~

Matcha Blossom #40 “I could hold you forever.”

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The calibration had been off. That was it. A simple error. Frustrating. But not the end of the world.

Cherry sighed and stared up at the night sky above, his back flat on the dirt. He winced slightly as he turned toward his board, which had landed a few steps away. “Carla,” he began.

‘Yes, Master?’ 

“Make the necessary adjustments.” 

‘Yes, Master.’ 

“Kaoru!” Joe’s voice sounded high and panicked as he approached, audible even over the rumbling of his bike’s engine and the crunch of the gravel beneath its tires. Joe skidded to a halt and dismounted, falling to his knees at Cherry’s side. “Shit, Kaoru! Are you all right?” 

Cherry took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m fine.” 

Joe looked him over, large hands surprisingly gentle as he searched for any injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, a bit calmer now. 

“Just my pride,” Cherry answered, shifting his gaze over toward his childhood friend as he sat up. “Carla needs a bit more work before she’s perfect, I think.” 

Joe simply stared at him before letting his shoulders drop, a shaky breath escaping his lips. “You asshole,” he said and then pulled Cherry into a tight hug. “Don’t scare me like that.” 

Cherry blinked and tried to force his way out of Joe’s tight embrace. “Have a little more faith in me,” he wheezed. “I’m not so fragile.” 

“You fell off a cliff,” Joe replied flatly, though when he pulled back, his face still showed concern.

Cherry couldn’t help it. He reached up and softly pat Joe’s cheek. “What kind of skater would I be if I couldn’t handle taking a tumble from time to time?” He wet his lips, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. “But I’m sorry for worrying you, I suppose.” 

“You suppose,” Joe echoed with a snort. “All right, let’s get you back home so you can fix your robot girlfriend.” Before Cherry could object, Joe had scooped him up into his arms. “You can ride with me.” 

Cherry wriggled in his hold. “Kojiro, put me down!” 

“Nope,” Joe replied. “Actually, do you think you’ll be able to sit on my bike?” he asked. “Did you fall on your butt?” He hummed. “That could be pretty uncomfortable.” 

As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to be held in Joe’s arms, he didn’t need the other to be going on about -- the rapidly forming bruise on -- his backside. 

“Maybe I should just carry you all the way home,” Joe suggested.

Cherry scoffed. “As if you could.” He rolled his eyes. “Put me down.”

But Joe shook his head. “You barely weigh a thing,” he supplied as if giving an explanation. “I could hold you forever.”

Again, Cherry’s face flushed, his ears burning. “Ugh, just shut up and put me on the damn bike.”

Joe laughed and Cherry spent the entire ride with his face pressed up against the other’s broad back.

They were drinking after hours. Joe had brought out the good wine. Cherry’s favorite. It had been a very busy week and it felt good to just...relax.

“Hey,” Joe said suddenly, his cheeks rosy. “Remember that time you totally ate it on that corner?” His eyes were shining. “Before you had Carla all…” He gestured vaguely with his hand. “Perfected or whatever.” 

Yes. Cherry did remember. “I didn’t ‘totally eat it’,” Cherry mimicked, his face growing warmer. “It was a simple miscalculation. And that was years ago.” He took another sip from his glass. “Besides, you’ve ‘eaten it,’” he used his term, “Far more often than I have.”

Joe narrowed his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Maybe so.” He lifted his glass to his lips, but missed his mouth. “Oops.” He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, the animal. “Guess that’s enough for me.” 

“Hmm…” Cherry hummed in agreement. 

“Wanna go upstairs?” Joe was suddenly right beside him, his lips brushing against Cherry’s ear as he spoke.

Cherry didn’t answer, his heart hammering in his chest at their sudden close proximity. Blame it on the wine. Instead, he posed a question of his own. “What made you think of that all of a sudden?” he asked and when Joe cocked his head to the side in confusion, he clarified, “Me ‘eating it,’ as you so eloquently put it.”

“Oh.” Joe scratched his cheek and gave a sheepish little grin. “I was just thinking, I could probably still carry you now.” He lowered his hand. “Actually, it’ll probably be a lot easier, since I’m much stronger than back then.”

Cherry gave that some thought. It was probably unwise to let a tipsy Joe carry him up the stairs. But Cherry had downed a few more glasses than Joe had and he wasn’t sure his legs could carry him. And it was only seventeen steps. And Joe was strong…

Without his permission, Cherry’s gaze lowered to Joe’s chest, barely concealed by the button-up shirt. Were those buttons for show? Did he not know how to close them all properly? 

“Kaoru?” Joe’s voice broke Cherry from his thoughts. “I can’t let you drive home.” 

Again Cherry hummed and then bobbed his head. “I bet you can’t,” he challenged.

“Bet I can’t…? Let you drive?” Joe furrowed his brow.

“Carry me,” Cherry corrected, his head fuzzy and warm. How many glasses had he…? Or maybe it was just having Joe so damn close. “I bet you can’t carry me. I’ve gained several kilos since then.”

At that, Joe grinned, his eyes flashing. “Oh yeah?” he asked, sneaking an arm under Cherry’s knees and using the other to support his back. “So have I.” He lifted him up like he weighed nothing. “See?” he teased. “Light as a feather.”

The flush on Cherry’s face spread down his neck to his chest and he burrowed into Joe’s shoulder to hide it. “Let’s just go upstairs,” he mumbled against the fabric of Joe’s shirt, warmed by his skin. “Before you drop me.”

Joe chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest. “Please, Kaoru.” His voice softened. “I could hold you forever.”

And Cherry couldn’t ignore the way his pulse jumped at that. Stupid gorilla.

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[jubesy]

Could you do 43 with like a panic attack hurt/comfort scenario with joe and cherry please? I just feel like it would fit with cherry having anxiety and stuff 💅

Thank you for your request, anon! I tried my best to fill the prompt, so I hope you like it~ Though, instead of a panic attack, it deals with Cherry having a night terror, which also can happen to those with anxiety.

All cases may differ, so this is based on my experience. Please be aware, there is a scene where Joe witnesses Cherry having a night terror.

#43 “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”

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Joe grit his teeth as he took a turn a little too tightly on his bike. He managed to correct himself before wiping out. That was the last thing he needed. It was late. Or early, depending. And he’d been woken up by an alert on his phone. A message from Cherry’s A.I.

Carla 2:25AM: Master slept through his alarm. Carla 2:38AM: Master’s heart rate is elevated.

If only he’d heard the first one. Joe sped forward. They didn’t live too far apart, but it was significantly farther than the walk they used to take as kids.

When he arrived at Cherry’s, Joe parked his motorcycle and ran to the door, pulling out his spare key. He didn’t trip the alarm. After all, Carla knew he was coming.

He went straight to Cherry’s room. Thankfully, he found him in bed, illuminated by the soft light from his bedside lamp. But Cherry was not sleeping. He’d thrown the covers off, his face flushed and his chest heaving.

Carefully, Joe approached him. “Hey, Kaoru--” 

Cherry let out a sharp sound, halfway between a cry and a gasp. He tossed his head to the side, kicking out his arms and legs.

Shit. Joe really wished he’d heard that first message. If he wasn’t such a heavy sleeper, he might have gotten here before-- 

“N-No…!” Cherry thrashed, one of his legs getting caught in the sheets. He shouted again and Joe quickly untangled him, catching Cherry’s foot before it landed a kick to his chest.

“Kaoru,” he said again, using his other hand to hold Cherry’s ankle to keep his leg still. “Kaoru, it’s Kojiro. You’re having a--” But he was cut off when, with a surprising amount of strength, Cherry broke from his grasp and sat up.

“No!” Cherry screamed at him, eyes wide and unseeing. 

Joe knew what was coming. And just as Cherry was about to bolt, Joe wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight and keeping him from jumping up and off the bed.

“No!” Cherry said again, struggling in his hold. “No…no…” He kept trying to break free, but Joe held firm. 

“It’s okay,” Joe whispered against Cherry’s temple. “No one can hurt you. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

Gradually, Cherry’s movements slowed until he was nearly limp in Joe’s arms. But when Joe pulled back, Cherry’s eyes were still open, glazed and blank.

Joe released him, sliding his hands down Cherry’s arms to grip his hands. “Hey, Kaoru,” he said softly, but received no response. “Kaoru,” he continued, wetting his lips. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” There was the slightest twitch of Cherry’s fingers, but nothing more. Joe took a deep breath. “I’m going to tuck you back in, okay?”

Then, every so gently, Joe laid Cherry back down, straightening his nightclothes and pulling the sheets back up to his chin. He knew it was very unlikely for Cherry to have another episode tonight. But he didn’t want to leave. Just in case.

“Carla,” Joe called. “Lights out, please.”

A few hours later, Joe awoke to a finger poking him in the shoulder. He didn’t even open his eyes. “And a very good morning to you, Kaoru,” he said, voice rough from sleep.

“You’re in my bed,” Cherry noted. 

Joe chuckled and cracked his eyes open. “Nothing gets past you, huh?” 

Cherry swatted his chest. “Why are you in my bed, Kojiro?” 

Joe swallowed. Cherry hardly ever remembered it the next day. And Joe almost didn’t want to tell him. But that wasn’t fair. Cherry deserved to know. “You slept through your alarm.”

The hand near his chest shook slightly and Joe reached up to grab a hold of it.

“I see…” Cherry chewed on his lip. 

“Carla messaged me,” Joe went on. “But I didn’t get it until your vitals were all…” He gestured vaguely, still holding Cherry’s hand in his. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” 

Cherry nodded and then shook his head. “No, it’s fine, I--” He wet his lips. “I didn’t...hurt you, did I?”

Joe placed Cherry’s palm against his chest. “A big, tough guy like me?” he teased. “Never.”

“I’m being serious!” Cherry’s fingers spasmed, but he didn’t remove his hand. “I hate it. Not being in control. Not...remembering.” He frowned.

“It sucks,” Joe finished for him. “I wish I could make it go away.” 

Cherry sighed. “The alarm had been working.” His gaze shifted over to Carla, still in sleep mode and charging by the wall. “I must have been exhausted if I slept through it.”

Joe hummed before leaning in closer and pressing their foreheads together. “Well, if it ever happens again, I’ll make sure not to sleep through the first text message.” 

At that, Cherry snorted. “You? Please.” He rolled his eyes. “You sleep like the dead.” He drew back. “Besides, you live farther away now, so it’s probably inconvenient for you to come all the way here just to...tuck me back in.” The rest was left unsaid.

“I could always sleep over,” Joe suggested. “Not all the time, but on nights when you’re especially worn out?”

Cherry actually looked like he was thinking it over before he sighed. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

Joe raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so I’m your first emergency contact, but having me spend the night is out of the question?” He shook his head. “And you’re not asking. I’m offering.” 

Cherry eyed him suspiciously, as if waiting for Joe to tell him it was just a joke. But, after a moment, he seemed convinced. “First of all,” he began. “You’re not my first emergency contact. Carla is--” 

“Doesn’t count--” 

“--and secondly, if you’re really fine with dropping whatever you’re doing to sleep here on occasion, I suppose that’s fine.” He finished with yet another sigh.

“See? Was that so hard?” Joe asked.

“Yes,” Cherry answered immediately and then cracked a smile. A soft one. “Thank you. For coming over last night.” He moved closer and ducked his head under his chin, pressing his cheek to Joe’s chest. “You’re a good man.” 

Joe grinned and wrapped his arms around Cherry, giving him a squeeze. “That’s why I’m your number one, right?” 

There was a puff of warm air against his skin as Cherry laughed. “Number two,” he corrected.

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[jubesy]

Ahh, the make me matchablossom fic was so good! Kind of love stories that play to the challenging nature of their relationship. It’s kind of similar, but I’d love to see you do 47.”Go on, I dare you” for them too. Thank you!!

Thank you so much, anon!! I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to your request (I had a few Matcha Blossom ideas that popped into my head and demanded to be written first) But, after watching episode 9.5, I know exactly what I want to write for this one~ I hope you like it!

Matcha Blossom #47 “Go on, I dare you.”

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Joe fell to his knees in shock as the two girls he’d been chatting with walked away. All because Miya had somehow convinced them that he was his dad. No, that wasn’t it. Plenty of girls would fall for a young, single father. They’d walked away because Miya had told them something else.

The middle schooler in question had already grabbed Reki, Langa, and Shadow and taken refuge in the ocean waves before Joe had a chance to scold him. Smart kid. The mastermind, on the other hand, was still relaxing in the shade of his umbrella. And Joe was about to retaliate.

“You put him up to it, didn’t you?” Joe said as he towered over Cherry’s languid form.

Slowly, golden eyes blinked open, Cherry’s gaze lazily meeting Joe’s. “What are you going on about?” Cherry squinted up at him before slipping his eyes closed once more.

“Miya,” Joe clarified. “You told him to do that.” 

Cherry let out an annoyed little huff before looking up at Joe again. “Told him to do what?”

Oh, so that’s how it was going to be. Cherry was going to play dumb. “Bet you thought that was real cute, huh?” Joe sneered at him, arms folded over his chest. “What’s the matter, Kaoru?” He tilted his chin up. “Jealous?” 

Cherry furrowed his brow. “What nonsense are you spouting?” he asked and then reached for his glasses from the table beside his beach chair. Once they were on, he regarded Joe. “If you’re going to interrupt my nap, the least you could do is try to make sense.” He smirked. “Or has being out in direct sunlight for too long fried what remained of your brain cells?” 

Joe gaped at him. That pompous… First, he interrupted what was turning out to be a very pleasant conversation with those girls and now he was going to pretend like it hadn’t happened?

“What’s wrong?” Cherry asked, picking up his drink and taking a sip. “Was I right about the sun?” He chuckled.

Joe snapped out of it. “Listen, we could go back and forth all day--”

“I doubt it.” 

“Or you could just go ahead, save us all a little time, and admit that you were jealous?” Joe finished.

“Jealous?” Cherry raised his eyebrows. He looked around. “Jealous of what?” 

“Of those--!” Joe growled and ran a hand down his face. “Didn’t you send Miya over to scare off those girls because you were jealous?” 

Now, Joe had known Cherry for a long time. And he was pretty damn good at reading him, after all these years. But even with as much as they teased each other, Cherry would not keep it up for this long without gloating about his successful prank. So, Joe was beginning to think that Miya had acted alone with his little Mama and Papa routine.

However, it was too late. He’d already let Cherry know about it. And now he was going to tease Joe for a completely different reason. “Miya scared them off?” Cherry questioned, taking another sip of his drink before setting it back down. “What did he do?” 

Joe found himself suddenly very interested in the way the waves crashed against the sand. “You know, the water is perfect. You’re wasting our beach day sitting over here,” he pointed out.

“Changing the subject,” Cherry noted. “It must have been really embarrassing, then.” Joe turned back just in time to see Cherry grin wide. “What? Did he pull off your swim trunks and that was what sent them packing?” 

Joe narrowed his eyes. “He did not,” he answered. “And if he had, why would that send anyone ‘packing’?” he quoted.

“Aside from the whole indecent exposure issue,” Cherry began. “I’m sure the girls would be a bit...disappointed.” He smirked again and reached for his drink, but Joe caught Cherry’s arm, getting into his personal space.

“You’ve never been disappointed,” he said, voice low. He eased his grip to brush his thumb along the smooth skin of Cherry’s inner wrist. “You gonna deny it?” he asked, speaking directly into Cherry’s ear. “Go on, I dare you.”

Even in the shade of the umbrella, the blush that tinted Cherry’s cheeks was completely obvious. To Joe, at least. “You need to cool your head,” Cherry hissed at him before trying to pull his arm free.

Joe thought about that for a moment. Then he gave Cherry a wicked grin of his own. “You’re right, Kaoru,” he agreed and, before giving the other enough time to react, he hauled Cherry up and over his shoulder. “I think you should join me,” he said.

“Kojiro!” Cherry screeched, kicking his legs and waving his free arm. “Put me down this instant!”

Joe laughed. “Oh, I’m about to,” he sang, bringing them closer to the water. 

“If you drop me, I swear--” 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get deep enough so you won’t hit the sand,” Joe went on and then unceremoniously tossed a screaming Cherry into the ocean. It was beautiful, really.

Half a second later, Cherry reared back, his hair soaked and hanging in his face and his yukata clinging to his body like a second skin. If he wasn’t sputtering sea water and giving Joe the deadliest, most murderous glare he’d ever received, Joe might have taken a moment to appreciate the way the wet fabric accentuated every curve. 

But, as it was, Cherry was already on his feet and splashing his way back onto the shore. “I’m going to kill you,” he snarled.

And it was then that Joe realized he probably should have come up with what he planned to do after throwing Cherry into the water. Well, it had sort of been a heat of the moment thing, anyway. 

“Kids!” he called over his shoulder as he took off, relying on his speed to save him. “Let’s head to the hotel!”