#Peel My Orange?

[demonichikikomori]

Peel My Orange?: Buster Bros!!

(Fem!Reader)

You ask him to peel an orange for you.

Mad Trigger Crew - Fling Posse - Matenro - Bad Ass Temple - Doitsutarehompo

Ichiro Yamada

You ask him during an anime marathon with him. Ichiro would do it no questions asked.

Ichiro used to peel oranges for Jiro and Saburo when they were younger so it’s not suspicious when you ask him

He assumes you don’t like the rind getting under your nails or maybe the smell sticking isn't something you like

When he's finished, Ichiro hands the orange back to you with a big smile!

You watched in silent awe as he got up from his spot beside you to instead crouch beside his trash can. "Do you want me to pause the show?" You were already reaching for the remote with a frown.

"Nah, it's fine. I already watched the episode before you came over. I just wanted to watch it again with you." He assured you with a shake of his head as he peeled back the hard outer layer of the orange bit by bit. There were stringy remnants of the rind making its way under his nails and eventually he was finished. He returned to his seat beside you on the couch and held out the orange in the large palm of his hand. “Here, sorry it’s a little messy.” He apologized with a warm smile, appearing proud of his handy work. You accepted the orange and curled a finger for him to come closer. When he did, you rewarded him with a kiss to the cheek.

Jiro Yamada

You ask him during lunch at school and he looked confused by the request. You don't honestly expect someone as rough as Jiro Yamada to peel an orange for anyone.

Girls are weird like that, coming up with these kinds of games to see the reactions they'll get from others.

He's not upset by it. Jiro assumes its one of those personality games he's seen online.

And why not just peel it? He doesn't mind, only because it's you.

Jiro stared at you with a frown as you made the request, holding the orange out to him with a hopeful look in your eyes. "Gimmie." He took the orange from you, the two of you sitting on the roof of the school as you watched him mutilate the rind of the orange. Pulling it apart roughly, nearly tearing away some of the outer white skin. "This is all you're eating today? You're gonna waste away..." He clicked his tongue sounding agitated as he continued to peel, haphazardly tossing the remains beside him. Before you knew it, Jiro dropped the orange back into your hand. He watched patiently with a blush forming on his cheeks as you sat with him and ate your orange, giving him a small thank you. You didn't actually expect him to peel it for you. "I bet it tastes better since I'm the one who peeled it!" He spoke proudly, and you nodded in response. He wasn't expecting you to agree...

The two of you ate together quietly, enjoying one another's company.

Saburo Yamada

You wanted to see how he would react! Hopefully he'll grow into a respectable adult like his older brother... But Saburo wonders if maybe… This is a test from Ichiro?!

There’s some hesitation since he doesn’t want to get the peel all over his keyboard so he opts to get up and crouch beside a garbage can to peel your orange.

He likes knowing that you wanted him to do it. It makes him feel reliable!

After this, he will be letting Jiro know that you asked HIM to peel your orange.

“You couldn’t peel this yourself? You’re so hopeless…” He comments under his breath, fighting back a smile. Saburo felt a swell of pride in his chest knowing you came to him instead of Jiro or Ichiro for such a mundane task. He takes your orange, and similarly to his older brother, crouches in front of a trash can to peel away the orange. But instead of peeling bit by bit, Saburo found an efficient way to peel the orange in an unusually neat spiral. "Is there a reason why you asked me to do this?" Saburo hasn't seen the trend, so he's genuinely curious. You respond by just saying you wanted him to do it. This seemed to make him happy! "Is that so? I see." He was happy he was facing the trash can. His smile was huge knowing that you wanted him to do it. Being the youngest of his brothers, he doesn't usually have many responsibilities from others. Since, they assume that he can't handle them. When he finished, he held the orange carefully and brought it to you in the palms of his hands. "I think I did a pretty good job." He beamed and you took the orange with a smile. Saburo needs to tell Jiro and rub it in his face. But first, he wants to admire you enjoying the orange.

[hausmakes]

and I would still love you if you were a worm

[flshfish]

soft, like the sunset

[greenlaut]

bitter tea & oranges

[stargirl230]

I’m so late to this but i started watching ofmd and jim has stolen my whole heart 🍊

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[pillowspace]

Listen to me, boy. You will hear about sea slugs. You will enjoy sea slugs

Costasiella kuroshimae / leaf sheep. Discovered off the coast of Japanese island Kuroshima in 1993, they can indirectly perform photosynthesis by absorbing chloroplasts from algae

Cyerce nigricans. The cerata can be easily cast when disturbed. They can also swim by powerfully flapping said cerata when strongly stimulated. I think they look like butterfly wings!

Jorunna parva / sea bunny. They are covered in papillae, which are fleshy protuberances used for sensory functions. It looks like fur!

Glaucus atlanticus / blue glaucus. They are rarely seen, except during periods of on-shore winds which brings them and their prey into coastal waters. They are the most dangerous sea slug to handle, able to give humans a very painful and potentially dangerous sting

Chromodoris lochi / loch's chromodoris. They are spongivores, and prefer being on the underside of overhangs on rocky reefs. Their distribution is widespread in the Indo-Pacific. Everyone I show sea slugs to seems to love this little guy

Dirona albolineata / white-lined dirona. A translucent predator that often eats bryozoans and small snails. They generally reside on rocks and sometimes mud in the intertidal. Pretty little things, they remind me of shards of glass

Phidiana hiltoni / Hilton's Aeolid. They are known for being quite aggressive, often biting and fighting other aeolids, which is so real of them. They always reminded me of lit matches

Acanthodoris lutea / orange-peel doris. Its bright aposamatic colouration is a warning to predators of its distasteful toxicity. They also notably smell of sandalwood! You don't understand. I NEED to hold one

Nembrotha kubaryana / dusky nembrotha. They use the toxins in their prey ascidians to defend themselves against predators. The toxins are stored in their tissues then released in a slimy defensive mucus when alarmed. Nembrotha kubaryana are well-known for their neon appearance

Phyllodesmium poindimiei / Spun Of Light. It's primarily nocturnal and can cast its cerata for protection. Anyway, can we all agree that Spun Of Light is the most awesome name for a sea slug ever? I mean, look at it. That's a sea slug spun of light if I've ever seen one

Conclusion: sea slugs are the creatures ever

[enii]

Today, I did everything for myself💕

[suashii]

kaeya peels your oranges for you but he holds each piece hostage and won’t feed them to you unless you pay him with kisses

[qaey]

when fabian was young, cathilda would do everything for him. she continues to do much, even as he grows into adulthood, but one service that he has outgrown is her peeling his oranges. by five, he’s demanding she teach him to pull the peel away from the fruit without breaking the skin the way he always would, and by six, he is proudly able to pull away all of the peel in an unbroken segment. after that, he stops letting her do it for him, until she stops trying and hands him his oranges unpeeled.

in leviathan, with riz keeping vigil over fabian’s bedside, cathilda peels an orange for her son once more.

[newvision]

aceton print on orange peel, December 2023, inspired by @zmije <33

[demonichikikomori]

Peel My Orange?: Mad Trigger Crew

(Fem!Reader)

You ask him to peel an orange for you.

Buster Bros!!! - Fling Posse - Matenro - Bad Ass Temple - Doitsutarehompo

Samatoki Aohitsugi

He’s already intimidating enough so testing him with something like this already feels like a bad idea.

You decided to visit Samatoki in his office space, idly sitting on a dark leather couch with an orange in your hands and watching it intently.

Samatoki was busy with paperwork he should’ve already handled but continuously put off. A cigarette was tucked between his fingers as he scowled with agitation.

When you finally gathered the courage to speak up and ask him if he could peel your orange for you, you were pleasantly surprised by his outstretched hand and the sight of him putting out his cigarette.

You handed Samatoki your orange and watched in silence as he peeled the fruit by picking and pulling at the rind. He would discard the torn apart shell on his extremely important paperwork, clicking his tongue when some of the juice would spill droplets and stain his work. But he didn't care enough to stop peeling.

When the job was finished, he motioned to a chair much closer to his desk. "Eat it right here." He instructed with a grunt and placed your peeled orange on another paper that looked important. You feared using it as a napkin, but if Samatoki said it was fine then you had no choice but to believe him. "Thank you." You smiled and pulled the fruit apart, holding a slice towards him, which he promptly accepted. "As if I could ever tell you no."

Jyuto Iruma

You joined Jyuto in his police car, riding along with him on patrol for the day and enjoying the Yokohama scenery. It was lunchtime now, and Jyuto had pulled over near a small convenience store where he could have a cigarette while sending you inside to get yourself a snack and something for him.

You spotted a small basket of fresh oranges and had an idea. You had seen a trend online of girls asking their boyfriends to peel their oranges for them and it sounded like a fun test to try on Jyuto. Unless he caught onto your antics...

You left the convenience store with the orange and a small bag of cheese dusted corn puffs for Jyuto. He was enjoying your cigarette and noticed that you had gotten him something cheesy, but the orange was a strange sight.

You then sheepishly asked him if it wasn't too much trouble... Could he peel your orange for you.

"We're you not hungry?" He asked in surprise as you gave a small shrug. "A fruit can be a snack. This is what I wanted." You smiled up at him nervously and he returned the expression. "You're right, forgive me." He chuckled and blew a small cloud of smoke in the opposite direction. "Allow me." He held out his left hand and you gave up your orange.

He peeled away his wine red gloves and tucked them into the pocket of his jacket. Jyuto was careful as he peeled the orange neatly into sections with the pastel mesh of the fruit now exposed. Quick and efficient, not one did he use his bare hands to reach for his cigarette that hung between his lips. The rind was folded away like a makeshift napkin for you to hold it in your hands. You thanked him as he returned the fruit to you and he nodded with a small shooing motion with his hand. "Yes, yes, now please let me finish smoking. I don't want to ruin the taste." You obeyed his request with a smile on your face and waited for him inside of the patrol car.

Rio Mason Busujima

He stares at you before holding out his large hand to accept your orange.

Rio is happy to peel it for you, although he isn't sure what rendered you incapable of doing something so simple on your own.

Perhaps you were feeling ill? When you came to see him in his humble camp, you never seemed to have an appetite. And something like an orange wouldn't be enough for you to get better!

Rio was hoping you would've chosen a snack with proteins. Were you always a shy eater? Have no fear, he can make you a hearty grasshopper soup after you finish your snack!

Rio was clumsy with the way he peeled your orange. He sat on a large log, focusing intently on the task of removing the peel without mutilating the fruit. Maybe he could use the peel in some sort of recipe for later? It would be a shame to let it go to waste! Soon, Rio had finished. And your orange looked worse for wear...

He had squished one of the slices with some of his rough man-handling and some of the rind he could not neatly remove without ripping off some of the fruit and the mesh attached. The sight had greatly upset him more than it would upset you. "Please forgive me... I think I messed up." He sounded dejected and you quickly assured him that it was fine. Rio remained disappointed in your now disfigured orange until you had moved to sit on his thigh and pointed to the orange in his big hand. "I want to eat it still, because you were kind enough to peel it for me." You explained and you could see his expression start to brighten. You sat on Rio's lap as the sun began to set, and enjoyed the little fruit together.

[sunarc]

Choso: Would you peel my orange for me?

me:

[cowboyheyxu]

you let out an audible groan after you see dan heng peel another orange for you, "dan heng, please. please tell me how you peel the oranges without getting splashed with orange juice," you pleaded, leaning your head on the man's shoulder as you wrap your arms around him.

the express was quiet tonight. everyone was asleep, and it was just you and dan heng lurking in the kitchen for the night. you woke him up because you were bored and needed someone to talk to. at first, you felt a little guilty for your abrupt arrival, but dan heng reassured you that he was not asleep (even though he yawned and rubbed his eyes when you woke him up).

dan heng only shakes his head, continuing to peel the orange, "you need to be quieter."

you only huff in response, throwing your head closer to the nape of his neck, "c'mon! please? i need to know how you do it! if i don't, i'll just keep getting juice in my eyes," you urged.

he chuckled in response, and he even sounded relaxed, for a change, "that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't ripped the orange out of my hand mid-peel."

your eyes bulged and dan heng could not resist the smile forming on his lips, "first of all, i did not rip it out. i grabbed it. second, i wanted some autonomy for a change!"

dan heng playfully rolled his eyes, "if your autonomy means juice getting splattered all over the kitchen, then i suppose it's a good idea to keep this orange out of your reach," his sarcasm prevailed.

you huff, leaning your head into dan heng’s neck. then, you get an idea. your arms⎯once wrapped around his shoulders⎯made their way around his neck. your fingertips led to the beginning of his chest, and you had to stand on your tiptoes to progress a little lower.

you feel dan heng tense up at the contact, and you wonder if you've taken it too far. you're about to remove your body from his, but you feel his muscles relax. you find that, when dan heng relaxes, it's like his entire body turns to mush. he's easier to scare, easier to prod at, easier to touch; you know this because of your observations, and most definitely not because you willingly choose to notice these things.

"what are you doing?" dan heng turns his head to meet your grinning face. his eyebrow is quirked up in the same inquisitive way it always is. the sight makes you beam even further, and you swear you could see dan heng turn a little red.

"i'm cold," you simply say, pressing yourself closer onto him, "is this... okay?"

dan heng stares at you. he looks into your eyes with nothing but admiration. he stares at you like you are his definition of beauty: of all the things he has seen whilst traveling on the express, it seems that his eyes are only truly mesmerized when they land on you. you are the one for him, his eyes describe.

alas, you are too preoccupied with other things to think about this. as dan heng tries to formulate his answer, your hands reach down to his and snatch the orange out of his hands, jumping back and hitting one of the countertops by accident. you wince, but shortly get over the pain after seeing the orange in your hand.

dan heng stares at you in momentary shock. at first, he tries to process what just happened. did you touch him to feel him, or only to get the orange? did you mean it? was it worth it? his mind spiraled with questions similar to those.

however, his worries were set aside when he saw you narrow your eyes, waiting for him to make a move. and he realizes that everything is going to be okay. there’s no worry around you; there’s never been.

the dim light of the kitchen can only illuminate so much. dan heng is grateful that you couldn’t see the way his previous expression melted away. he takes two strides towards you and you’re already backed into the counter. you prop yourself up, holding the orange close to you, as dan heng comes closer.

“you’re going to make a mess,” dan heng advises you. he sounds like a nagging husband. you let yourself be amused with the comparison at first, but then the implication of your thought kicks in, and you find yourself subconsciously inching away from dan heng. he only comes closer, almost making his way between your thighs.

“am not,” you hide the orange behind your back, “and if you want it, come and get it,” you prompt with a smirk.

dan heng’s eyes narrow: not in an annoyed way, but rather, in a challenging way. his arm slinks behind your back and tries to reach your hand, but you throw your arm in the air. you hold the orange up in the air for a while, moving your arm in all sorts of different directions while dan heng tries to grab it. the dim kitchen is lit up by your conjoined laughters.

when you try to take the orange with your other hand, dan heng’s hand interlocks with yours midair, keeping it in place. with your temporal shock, dan heng manages to grab your wrist that holds the orange, trapping you in his grasp.

you blink down at him several times, wondering how he’s managed to get you in this position. the orange was still in your hands. you could choose to hold it tenderly, or drop it to the ground. there were more oranges anyway.

“can i have the orange back?” dan heng asks, looking up at you in such a way that could rival a star’s glow.

you take a second to answer his question. now you can look at him: finally look at him. his hair, though tussled and messy, falls into his face in perfect waves. he is as tranquil as the ocean itself, but he still has rough currents.

his eyes are never wary around you. they are calm and peaceful, always gazing at you in the quietest ways.

did his lips always look so soft? or were you just imagining things?

you lower the orange down with your hand, and dan heng removes his hands from yours. you take your other freed hand and bring it over to cover the orange, in case it falls. when your covered hand meet’s dan heng’s open one, you look up at him with mischief in your eyes.

the hand once covered the orange moved to peel off a piece of skin. but, since you never knew how to peel oranges, your peeling method was disastrous: juice squirted out of the orange, and it landed perfectly under dan heng’s eye.

you snickered a little bit, then you began to laugh a little more loudly than permitted. dan heng was left with a deadpan expression, no longer in shock or disbelief. in hindsight, he should have known there was something like this coming. but what can he say; he loves you too much.

“i’m sorry!” you say in between laughs, your hand (the same one that got orange juice on his face) covered your mouth as you laughed. “i’m sorry,” you giggled.

“what did i tell you? i hope you know you’re gonna be cleaning⎯” dan heng is distracted by your thumb making contact under his eye, where the juice was sprayed. he’s stunned momentarily, eyes watching your thumb carefully as you wipe the juice off his face.

with the excess juice on your thumb, you do something so provocative that dan heng is eternally grateful for the dim lighting. you take your thumb and put it in your mouth, sucking the juice off your finger. the sight makes his eye twitch a little, only amusing you further.

you cover your next laugh with the paper towel that you use to wipe off your finger, “i’ll clean up the orange juice,” you tell him, sliding off the counter, “but isn’t this just more proof that you need to teach me how to peel oranges?”

“i think this is more proof that oranges need to be taken away from you,” dan heng counters, bemusement evident in his tone. he faces away from you now, trying to fight his blush from earlier (and now).

you gasp, “but isn’t this just a good way to teach me?! i just wanna peel my own oranges, man. what if you’re not here and i’m stuck orangeless! i don’t even wanna think about⎯mmph!?”

dan heng sticks an orange slice into your mouth.

he tries to ignore how you had just said that you’d be sad without him, even if you were probably referring to the oranges.

dan heng puts his fist up to his mouth, trying his best to contain his own laughter at your puzzled face. you chew and swallow the orange, only to look at him with bewilderment.

“what was that for!?”

“you were talking too much,” he shrugs. you kick his shin.

on the kitchen island, you see that one side of the orange hasn’t been fully peeled like the other. one side⎯the side you just ate⎯had no white strings on it. it was a perfectly naked orange.

the other side had lots of white string. this was also the side that sprayed dan heng.

while you may not know much about peeling oranges, you know how to remove string. you grab the orange once again, this time peeling the white string off of the orange fruit. you’re extremely focused, and dan heng thought you couldn’t get any cuter. how marvelous it must feel to fall drunker and drunker in love with you every minute.

when you get rid of the excess string, you look up at dan heng with hopeful eyes. you’re showing him what you just did; you’re expecting something. dan heng goes to open his mouth to say something, but he’s interrupted by an orange slice colliding with his mouth.

“not so nice when it’s you, huh?” you poke his chest, grabbing a slice of orange for yourself. you two chew in silence as you both finish off an orange slice.

“you do realize you could have used a slice from the half that didn’t have any white stuff, right?” dan heng tells you after he finishes eating. you set the orange on the counter as you wipe your hands off.

“yeah, but i wanted to do more work,” for you. you wanted to do more work for dan heng. you didn’t want him to always peel oranges for you. you wanted him to take a break. to relax. to enjoy himself for once in his life. even if it was a little thing such as peeling the white strings off of an orange, you hope that you can bring him the tranquility he never had before.

but little do you know, dan heng has been doing the opposite thing for you. he peels oranges so you don’t have to; because he doesn’t want you to work so much. he peels oranges to make life easier for you, because he knows how you get during the night. he peels oranges when you cannot, so you know that you always have someone there to guide you to the light.

dan heng is speechless. he only stares at your smile, completely different from earlier in the night. it’s toned down, more quiet, more sincere. you look up at him with anticipation lurking within you. you look up at him with enthusiasm and excitement and stars. it was criminally easy: how dan heng was able to love you.

but he couldn’t tell you. not yet, anyway.

“you’d stop peeling after the second orange,” dan heng jokes, poking your cheek. you puff them up in an attempt to shake his finger off, but he still stayed. you unpuffed your cheeks and rolled your eyes.

“i would not,” you cross your arms and stick your tongue out at him, “you know what, i think i’ll ask mr. yang to teach me. then i’ll be a real peeler master.”

a selfish part of dan heng wants to stop you and teach you himself. a selfish part of him only wants you to himself. it seemed stupid and moronic to consider mr. yang as some sort of rival, but he couldn’t ignore the way his heart stopped at the mention of someone else. maybe it was because that meant these nights between the two of you would be over.

but with the smirk you give him after your sentence, dan heng knows these nights will be far from over. he leans onto the counter with one hand propping him up.

“if you say so. i can’t wait for the day to arrive,” dan heng says, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

he hopes the day that you learn how to peel your own oranges, never shows up.

[fairydrowning]

Oranges By Jean Little, Christopher Citro, "Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks", "Peace Is Every Step" Book by Thich Nhat Hanh, Picture is from the Pinterest, "We Are Okay" Novel by Nina LaCour, "How the simple art of cutting fruit can be an act of love" Perspective by Daniela Galarza in the Washington Post (published on July 25), Picture is from the Pinterest, Serious Concerns book by Wendy Cope, Both pictures are from the Pinterest

[thegoldenduckie]

ORANGE LOGAN!! NOT CLICKBAIT!

[librarycards]

I enjoy many poets whose work I’d call “warm.” I love Billy Collins and Mary Oliver, for example, but I would not depend on them to tell me their whole truth. They prefer, perhaps, to please me, to wish me well, to enable me. There is a place for them on my shelves. After a hard day, tired in the evening, I will reach for them. But they don’t give me that shuddering thrill. They do not, like certain close friends of mine, stop me mid-sentence to challenge the bullshit I’ve been speaking. They do not lock eyes with me and tell me what’s really on their mind. They will never change my life. [...] Cold art, when it enacts the moment of death over and over, isn’t interested in death in itself, but wants to remind us of death. We are, as at a funeral, not the corpse but the attendees. The life force still surges within us. Cold art doesn’t urge us toward nihilism, but reminds us to live now, to get things done, that we are vital. This is the wisdom of it. Without such reminders we risk becoming fools, like Lear. Cold art is not harmful or bad at all, but provides a useful counterpoint to “happiness” in our society, which is severely overemphasized. Our existence naturally oscillates between warm and cold. This oscillation must be allowed, or the pendulum will break. When that deep cold is invoked—in a poem, a song, a painting, a voice on the subway—the windless ice forest wakes within me. And it’s in me always, the cold. The spiritual, psychic cold. While driving my motorcycle through the potholed streets of Philadelphia, while leading a poetry workshop, while chatting to my mother, while eating dinner, while watching Netflix with Tiina. That cold forest, its myriad frozen boughs, bristles within me.

John Wall Barger, In the Cold Theatre of the Poem.

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