#orange peel theory

[eydi-andrius]

Orange Peel Theory (Love and Deepspace Characters x Reader)

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Synopsis: Where you tried the viral orange peel theory to your boyfriend

divider by @/cafekitsune

a/n: its been a while since I saw feedbacks and reblogs on my posts. I highly appreciate it if you could share your thoughts here. 🫶

❄️ Zayne ❄️

- The incredulous stare Zayne gave you after you asked him to peel you an orange is a bit insulting and…you admit kinda funny

- He is usually good at hiding his feelings on his face but it was so obvious that right at this moment he is thinking how weird you are and you're probably up to something. He’s just not sure if it's good or bad

- With that look, you have no choice but to give excuses, and one of it was you just got your nails done

- He frowned at that and insists on seeing your hands, not trusting your words, and you were so happy that you did actually went out and fix your nails at a nail salon as a reward to yourself

- After he saw your manicured nails, he gave out a troubled sigh, before he took the orange from your hand and started peeling

- You were so happy when he was finally done, but was surprised when he raise the orange out of your reach and grab a small plate and pick up the oranges and place it there neatly

- You watched as he raised his eyebrow when he saw you brimming with happiness as he set the saucer in your waiting hands

- He shook his head when he heard your chirp a thank you but you can see a hint of smile on his lips

“Did you hurt yourself? Show me your hands.”

🐚 Rafayel 🐚

- Rafayel scoffed, raised his eyebrow and asked what's your deal

- You tried your best not to laugh on the way he’s crossing legs and an obvious look of mistrust on his eyes. His sassiness is truly up there and you find it truly entertaining

- You were about to give an excuse when you heard him tuts and grab the orange from your hand, regardless of your reason

- However, while peeling, he will grumble and complain about you taking advantage of your boyfriend privileges

- You swallowed whatever mirth bubbling within you and you thanked him when he was finally done and was about to give back the newly peeled orange

- But, right in the middle of it, he stopped midair, pulled back the orange, pick it apart and said “aahh” asking you to open your mouth so he can feed you

- He probably saw your frown and gave meaningful smirk at your confusion

“Well, I wanted to take advantage of my girlfriend privileges too.”

🌟 Xavier 🌟

- You felt a bit bad when you noticed a little too late that Xavier had already dozed off on your couch when you asked him to sit down and wait for you

- While scrolling on your phone, you were so excited to do the viral orange peel theory on him but you’ve guessed you forgot how tiring his day must have been, since it's only been seconds when you asked him to stay so you can grab an orange in your kitchen but he is already fast asleep

- You were about to put the orange back and call it a day when you hear him mumble a soft “give me that” and you admit that startle you a bit

- You frown and stare at his sleeping form. Thinking you must have been tired yourself hearing a sleeping person talk, when he repeated himself again and although surprise, you gave him the orange, on his open palm that he raised

- Even with his eyes closed, he started peeling the orange little by the little, and he made you worried when his head tilted on the side, almost falling from sleepiness

- After perfectly peeling the orange, with no questions asked, and his mind already off to dreamland, you found yourself admiring Xavier and how lucky you are to have him

“Where is the orange?....I will peel it for you.”

[morganski-19]

Steve seeing something on tiktok and trying it on Eddie

Steve: You know what I kinda really want right now, an orange

Eddie: Do we even have the oranges?

Steve: I’m not sure

Eddie: *getting up* Let me check. Nope, be back in ten

Steve: *to the camera* I was not expecting him to go that far

Ten minutes later

Eddie: *comes back to the apartment with a bag of oranges* Do you want peeled or sliced

Steve: Peeled

Eddie: Ok

Steve: *looking at the camera* I think he passed

Eddie: *handing Steve a bowl of peeled orange slices* Passed what?

Steve: Nothing

[hausmakes]

and I would still love you if you were a worm

[g0j0s]

orange peel theory this pomegranate peel theory that. but have you thought about badaam peel theory? when they soak the almonds overnight and peel them in the morning for you. now that right there is love at its peak.

[oh-my-damn]

Sleepy Orange

Pairing: Astarion x Female!Tav/reader

Summary: You come back from a fight exhausted beyond belief. Astarion does his best to take care of you. Part of that includes peeling your orange.

Wordcount: 1300

Warnings: None. Pure, unadulterated fluff. A happy, sappy, in love Astarion (just as he deserves to always be)

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You huffed as your tired body plopped down on the bed in your tent, a groan spilling out when you land on the many pillows adorning it.

Your head lolls back as your eyes droop closed, every muscle in your body aching from your escapades today.

It had been a long one. A long and rough one. It felt like you'd been fighting for days when you finally came out victorious, but the price of winning meant that you'd been covered in blood and bruises.

One long bath later, you were finally back in your tent, lit candles scattered about, jewel-shade pillows in velvety fabrics adorning the space.

Your living accommodations had certainly become more colorful and frivolous ever since you and Astarion had decided to shack up together.

It had been an accident, at first. Your relationship had it's ups and downs, but after defeating Cazador, he finally told you how he felt. He laid himself bare for you, not just his body but his soul as well, and your heart soared at the idea that the man you fell for so recklessly finally loved you back. Even with everything the two of you had gone through.

Eventually, it came to a point where the two of you would spend every night in each others arms, either in your own tent or his. So naturally, you came to the conclusion that it would be easier if you just shared one tent. Together.

It had taken a period of adjustment, at first, but it didn't take long for both of you to find a home in your newly shared accommodations. For Astarion, an important part of his living space was that it be elegant, and comfortable – at least whatever comfortable meant to his standards. For you, it felt more lavish than anything, but after a while you started to find your own comfort in merely the thought that he loved the space. You found comfort in the thought that he felt at home, considering it had been so long since he'd felt that way.

You and Astarion aside, however, your work was still cut out for you on the fighting front. Defeating Cazador was nowhere near the end for you, even despite of Astarion now being a free – albeit still spawn – vampire, your main quest remained the same, and you were still fighting day to day to make it happen. Which is why you're currently camped out on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate, planning your next move.

Unfortunately for you and your companions, your presence in Baldur's Gate didn't exactly please everyone, which is why a group of mercenaries had cornered you earlier, prepared for a fight. They got one, but victory didn't come easily, which is why you're now achingly sore to the point of almost crying.

Your bones ache, so do your muscles, and your stomach feels empty beyond what could possibly be deemed healthy, but you're simply too tired to make any food.

You almost manage to drift off right there, in just your casual outfit on top of piles of velvet pillows, when you hear soft steps approaching, entering your tent.

You already know who it is just by the sound of his steps, how silent they are; you can tell that the only reason there's a sound at all is for your benefit, to alert you of his presence.

When he speaks, his voice is soft, laced with worry, a gentle whisper that caresses your mind, lulling you gently.

"Darling. Please tell me you're not dead."

A tired smile works its way onto your face, but your eyes remain closed as you murmur, "I'm alive."

"Thank the gods," Astarion responds, and you can just imagine the characteristic smirk on his face as he speaks, "Because if you were, I'm sure our companions wouldn't hesitate to suspect it be my doing."

You can hear him ruffling about faintly, closing the flaps to your tent to grant the two of you privacy, but your mind is already desperately slipping towards dream-state, only urged on by your body.

A beat passes before he speaks again, more quietly this time, but his voice is clearer than before despite it, which indicates he's moved closer to you.

"Have you eaten anything yet?"

You mumble something inaudible, but you manage to shake your head slowly, your eyes staying closed as you remain too tired to offer him a proper response.

He let's out a sigh, one that's steeped in worry rather than disappointment, and then you feel something cold gently brush over your cheek. His fingers.

"You need to eat, my darling. I know you're tired, but you haven't eaten all day. What can I get you?"

Your brows furrow as you shift slightly on the bed, tilting your cheek into his embrace. He cups it carefully, his cold touch soothing on your skin when his thumb caresses it.

"Mh, dunno.." Your response is barely there, but Astarion doesn't move away, his voice determined.

"I cannot in good consciousness let you sleep before you eat at least a little bit. How about fruit? An apple, perhaps?"

You grunt, your brows furrowing as your head shakes.

Astarion tuts gently at your antics, his fingers brushing over your forehead in a soothing manner, "Okay, my sweet, point taken. No apples. An orange then, would that entice you?"

You hesitate. An orange does sound absolutely perfect right now.

But then you let out a whine, "Too tired to peel it."

Astarion chuckles softly, his fingers gently sliding down the bridge of your nose as he whispers, "Don't fret, my dear."

The bed shifts again, his cool touch leaving your face, but it doesn't take long before your mind steals you away again, luring you into your dream state.

You're almost there when you feel movement again, your brows furrowing slightly as your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips.

Astarion gently slides a hand down your arm, his voice quiet, "I'm back, my love. I've got something for you, won't you indulge me in having a few bites?"

You stir at his words, settling against the pillows again, and then you feel something prod at your lips as he speaks again, "Open up for me, darling."

Your lips part, and he gently feeds you an orange slice, the taste making you hum when you bite down on it.

Astarion smiles at the tired look on your face, further peeling the orange to get more slices when you chew them.

"There we go. Tastes good, yes?"

You nod sleepily, blinking owlishly to look up at him through tired eyes. His smile widens when your eyes meet his, his adept fingers expertly peeling the orange without issue, "There she is. My little warrior."

You let out a tired chuckle at his words, parting your lips when he offers you another orange slice.

"Just a few more, darling. Then I'll let you rest."

You nod, your eyes fluttering closed again, but it doesn't deter him from feeding you the remaining orange slices as he speaks to you quietly to keep you awake.

"You were a sight for sore eyes today. I bet Gale is jealous you're not halfway to passed out in his bed right now."

You let out a snort at his words, shaking your head which makes him chuckle, "Now now, stay still, you little vixen. Eat the last of your orange."

You comply, chewing the last few bites and swallowing with a satisfied hum once you finish. His cool fingers gently caress your face, first your cheek and then down to your jaw, before you feel him lean closer. You feel his lips brush a kiss to your forehead, and then another on the tip of your nose before he whispers, "Thank you for eating. You may sleep now, my treasure."

[drysdalesworld]

the orange peel theory

pairing(s): quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): none!

note(s): this quinn gif makes me go literally feral <3 also, i rewrote this many different times to try to get it right but idk if it helped lol

“Babe, can I have an orange?”.

Your voice was soft when you had asked your boyfriend, him being busy with putting away the dishes in the washer.

A while ago, you had seen a TikTok video of a girl asking her boyfriend if he could peel her orange for her, his next action somehow displaying how he treated her and viewed their relationship, at least according to the theory specialists. You thought it was cute and wanted to try it out with Quinn, curious as to what he’d do.

“Sure,” he responded, wiping his hands on the clean dish towel hanging from the handle of one of the kitchen drawers. “Want me to peel or cut it for you?”.

His following question didn’t surprise you much. He’d always ask you a similar question whenever you asked for something in the kitchen, wanting to make sure whatever you asked him for was up to par with what you had in mind. But it still made your heart flutter and smile nonetheless.

“Can you peel it please? I don’t like the way the juice makes my hands feel”.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he smiled back, retreating further into the kitchen to grab you your orange.

The sound of feet shuffling and the orange being peeled made your smile widen, thankful for someone that didn’t mind the little things such as peeling your oranges for you and happily did it for you as well.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on the man’s lips as he handed you your peeled orange.

“Anything for you,” he whispered back, a smile painted on his lips as he pulled you in for another kiss, sneakily stealing a piece of your orange as he did so.

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[perfectlyfamouscowboy]

That one orange peeling theory except we all know that Eddie WOULD 100% peel an orange for Steve without even being asked.

Steve: I kind of want an orange

Eddie: *throwing himself out of bed* SAY NO MORE

Not only would he peel that orange, but he would go above and beyond by painstakingly picking off all of the white parts too because he knows Steve doesn't like them.

It would get to the point where Steve would come out to check on why he's been in the kitchen for so long and Eddie would just be kneeling in front of the trash with a practically bald orange, inspecting it, and picking off even the tiniest hints of white he sees.

[wordsofwilderness]

Jegulus headcanon:

Regulus has never peeled and orange in his entire life. Like he when from living an aristocratic life to James Potter. James Potter who would take the orange out of Regulus hands without a word just to peel it for him

[marcsburnerphone]

Orange peel theory

John price x F!reader

Warnings: none

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You and John were relaxing in the sun room during mid day just enjoying each other’s company as the summer breeze swept through the net door. You admired him for a second, strong arms being slightly strangled by the tee shirt he wore, silly little bucket hat on his head, all muscle and man yet very john.

He was reading through some book with specific annotations gaz had given him weeks prior. Just then as you sat in your thoughts you noticed the bowl of clementines and nectarines sitting on the small coffee table and then you remembered the online trend you’d seen not too long ago about the gesture of someone peeling an orange for their loved one had greater meaning below the surface of the thought.

“These look good.” You say softly as you grab a ripe orange from the bowl.

“Hmm darling?” He says looking up before noticing the vibrant orange fruit in your hand.

“Oh yeah they are, I actually had one this morning.” He says gazing at you briefly then back to the book.

“I just don’t care for the brines under my nails you know.” You say smiling foolishly at the thought of doing this.

“Really I actually like it, the smell of citrus that is, the way it lingers” He says giving you a warm smile.

“The stickiness on my hands just bothers me, it looks really good though.” You say looking longingly at the fruit.

He sets the book on his chest and reaches a hand out from the sofa he lays on urging you to hand it to him.

“Give it here, I'll peel it for you.” You smile and hesitate to put it in his hands.

“Are you sure my love you really don’t have too?” You say batting your lashes at him.

“If you want it, I want to give it to you.” He says reaching further to pluck it from your hands and beginning to peel it.

You smile with a small giggle and get up to make your short way to him.

“What?” He says lightly, giving you the same smile throwing the rinds he’s peeled off in the bin beside him.

You straddle his waist as he lays beneath you, peeled orange in palm.

“You’ve passed the orange peel theory test.” He looks at you puzzled.

“The orange peel theory test? My darling what have you got going on now?”

“Supposedly if someone you love peels your orange for you without you outwardly asking, it's a form of showing love.” You say the last couple words mere inches from his mouth which he extends upward to connect your soft lips to his own.

When you pull away he offers the orange up to you.

“You better eat this damn orange my darling.” He jokes grabbing at your waist when you grab it from him peeling a slice from it to eat.

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The idea of someone peeling an orange for me makes me swoon, it's the simple things in life.

Comments and reboots are appreciated.

[waterinz]

hi!! i looked thru ur rules of what u write/don’t write and didn’t rlly see anything abt it buttt i understand if u are uncomfortable writing abt this but would u write either gojo or toji x pregnant reader 🥹

i’m a sucker for those hehe love ur work btw 🩷

awww ty pookie 🥰

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Mini Fushiguro.

warnings: smut/fluff, cursing, other shit :3

pairings: rich!Toji Fushiguro x fempreg!reader

note: I’m not sure if you meant fluff or smut but I’m assuming it’s fluff. :3

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as you sat in your bed, watching some movies, you hear the downstairs door open. You could almost tell it was Toji from just the door opening, but since your legs were sore as hell from just walking to and from the bathroom, you opted to just wait for him.

“Tojiii!” You yelled happily, greeting him from upstairs.

“Good evening, my love.” He responded, not even a second late. You could hear the smile in his voice.

The door shut, Toji placed his key on the counter. He shuffled to the kitchen, before yelling upstairs to you.

“Need any snacks, doll?” He asked with precision, he wanted to ensure he fulfills your every request , even at his expense.

You pondered for a moment, before responding.

“Some fruit would be nice, and a water.” You simply asked, Although that’s probably light work to him.

Toji opened the refrigerator. taking out oranges, grapes and strawberries. He knows how much you hate to peel oranges because it pains your nails like a bitch, so he peeled the oranges for you, cut the leaves off of the strawberries and cut the grapes in half. He also poured you a glass of water, dropping in a thinly cut lemon slice. His heavy footsteps made their way up the stairs with your food.

You see a tall shadow approaching you door, Toji steps inside.

“How’s my wife doing?” He smirked, sitting down your fruit and water on the nightstand.

“Good, my legs do hurt though.” You explain, stretching a bit to the left.

“I can fix that, love.” He explained as he climbed onto the bed, he kicked off his shoes and sat them on the side of the bed.

Toji slightly lifted you up off of the bed and sat you on his lap. He moved you chin to face him, planting small kisses all over you. While simultaneously massaging your legs, thighs and stomach.

“Can’t want to meet lil miss fushiguro..” Toji added.

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[hey-august]

⚔️ Would he peel the orange? 🍊 (Cross Guild x Reader)

🐊 Crocodile 🐊

Yes. But only once.

It's malicious compliance, really.

After you've asked a few times, he'll give in with a grumble.

It's a massacre. A slaughter.

The poor citrus was hooked and stabbed so many times that it's a sad pulpy lump.

Crocodile licks the juice off his fingers and winks at you.

He claims that he was trying to get the seeds out. Really, it was all to make a point.

He'd rather pay someone to peel oranges for you. Or buy you fruit that is less high maintenance.

Here's the thing, though, Crocodile has no qualms about peeling bananas for you. He seems to have a soft spot for that particular fruit...

🦅 Mihawk 🦅

Yes, although he'll make a sly comment at first. He's seen you peel oranges before.

He's aware this is some sort of game. A test. And he's willing to indulge you.

Mihawk pulls off the peel in one long continuous strip. It's a beautiful curled ribbon of zest.

He also picks at any areas with too much pith, carefully removing the bitter fluff.

The same for stringy pieces. His deft fingers meticulously remove anything that would ruin your snack.

Mihawk also asks if you want him to segment the orange. It seems like he wants to do this part, so you let him.

After this, there's an unspoken expectation that you'll peel oranges for each other. You're not as thorough, but you're learning.

Eventually, the smell of citrus reminds you of the swordsman.

🤡 Buggy 🤡

So...no.

The first time you ask, he just cuts the orange into wedges. It doesn't matter if the peel is still there, you can just eat the fruit.

The next time you ask, he dramatically pulls off his gloves and snatches the orange from your hands.

He pulls off pieces of peel and drops them wherever. On the table, the floor, dropping them over the railing...

And since you're a captive audience waiting, Buggy will start cracking jokes and telling stories.

He gets so invested into whatever story he's telling that he starts eating the orange. Your orange.

Buggy doesn't realize until he's eaten nearly half of the citrus fruit.

He looks at you with cheeks full of partially chewed orange and juice on his chin to ask if you wanted the rest or if he could have it.

Happy Valentine's Day, loves. ❤️

[bitchiswild]

Little Things

Kim Chaewon x F! Reader

Warnings: Non, all fluff

Word Count: 829

A/n: who wouldn’t want chaewon as their girlfriend?? 🤨🤚

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Chaewon was absolutely in smitten with you. The sparkle in your eyes. Your stunning smile that’s always directed towards her, the way your hair beautifully hanged around your stunning face.

She loves it all.

Chaewon would do anything for you, as Yunjin would say shes Whipped.

It's the middle of the night, the clock striking 2 AM, and Chaewon is quietly stationed in the kitchen, her focus entirely on peeling oranges.The gentle kitchen light casts a serene glow around her, highlighting her focused expression. Why this late, you might ask? Well, mostly for you, your fondness for oranges has an important role in this nocturnal kitchen session.

Chaewon knows that while you might not particularly enjoy peeling oranges, you absolutely love eating them hassle-free. So here she is, diligently peeling away at a whole bag of oranges, each peel dropping gently onto the kitchen counter.

Just then, Yunjin emerges from her room, blinking sleep from her eyes as she takes in the scene. A mix of confusion and intrigue dances across her tired face as she observes Chaewon's late-night endeavor. "Chaewon, what's got you up at this hour?" she asks, her voice laced with curiosity as she leans casually against the kitchen doorway.

"Peeling oranges for Y/n because she doesn’t like peeling them, but she loves eating them," Chaewon explains, her hands deftly working on another orange peel, focused on the task at hand.

Yunjin raises an eyebrow, a hint of bemusement in her voice. "Can't she open them herself?" she asks matter-of-factly, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Chaewon's dedication to peeling oranges for someone else's enjoyment.

Chaewon, her hands rhythmically peeling oranges, pauses for a moment at Yunjin's question, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She glances up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of affection and determination.

"It's not that she can't," Chaewon responds, her tone carrying a hint of understanding. "But you know how much she enjoys them without the hassle. It's just my way of making things a little easier for her."

The dim light casts a serene ambiance in the kitchen as Chaewon continues her task, the faint citrus scent wafting through the air. There's a quiet determination in her actions, as if this late-night orange peeling is an act of care rather than a mere chore.

Yunjin watches her friend, her expression softening with understanding. She leans in closer, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You really do go the extra mile for her, huh?"

Chaewon chuckles softly, her movements never faltering. "Just want to make sure she enjoys her oranges stress-free," she says with a warm sincerity that speaks volumes about her devotion to the small gestures that make a difference.

"God, you're so whipped," she teased, playfuly jabbing the leader, her words carrying a light-hearted tone, knowing full well Chaewon's affectionate devotion.

She met with a half-hearted glare from Chaewon, though her eyes betrayed a hint of amusement at their banter. The corners of her lips twitched upward, struggling to suppress a smile as Yunjin couldn't contain her laughter.

"Your hands are going to smell like oranges for days," Yunjin teased, her words accompanied by a mischievous glint in her eyes, clearly amused by Chaewon's determined effort.

With a nonchalant shrug, Chaewon continued peeling the oranges, her focus unwavering. "Who cares? Anything for my Y/n," she replied, her voice soft and filled with genuine fondness. Her grin was impossible to hide as she glanced over at Yunjin, a hint of playfulness dancing in her eyes.

The faint aroma of citrus enveloped the kitchen, a testament to Chaewon's unwavering dedication. Her actions spoke louder than words, reflecting the depth of her care and the lengths she was willing to go for someone who held a special place in her heart.

Yunjin's playful teasing carried a touch of concern, her words laced with a hint of care for Chaewon's well-being.

"Well, make sure to head to bed. It's getting late, and don't you want to see Y/n tomorrow?" she remarked, her smirk softening into a warm smile, subtly reminding Chaewon of the importance of rest.

Chaewon paused briefly, glancing at the two remaining oranges in her hands, a gentle determination in her eyes. "I will, just these last two oranges," she reassured Yunjin, her voice carrying a soft insistence driven by her desire to complete the task for Y/n.

"Alright, good night," Yunjin bid her goodnight, her tone filled with a mix of playfulness and genuine care as she made her way back to her room. As she left, a sense of quiet dedication lingered in the air, the kitchen holding the echoes of Chaewon's affectionate gesture, each peel telling a story of the lengths she'd go to for someone she cherished. In that moment, it was clear that tomorrow held the promise of shared moments filled with warmth and care. She couldn’t wait to surprise you with a bowl of peeled oranges.

If they wanted to they would.

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[thirstydemisexual]

Ok but Astarion would NOT pass the orange peel theory at first

Like one night you went "I'm really craving an orange" and he would be like: "if you want it go get it" and do his business. But then he saw you get all pouty so the next morning he surprises you with a fresh fruit platter(sliced apples and peeled orange and some fresh berries) and some freshly squeezed orange juice.

You'd have to hear him complain about his hands smelling like citrus after tho

sorry for being inactive but exams season is kicking my ass, I love every single one of you that keep supporting me so much

[alliddewrites]

Orange Peel Theory

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Content disclaimer:

Pure fluff,

Not proofread,

Gender neutral reader

Masterlist

While scrolling through TikTok on your bed, you came across a video of a woman asking her boyfriend for an orange, seeing if he would peel it or not.

Looking over at Simon next to you, who is currently focused on something on his laptop, you decide to try it too.

“Simoooon?” you try to get his attention, drawing out his name, making your voice whinier.

“Hm?” he raises an eyebrow, still engrossed in his laptop.

“I want an orange…” you said, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“We have some in the kitchen.” he takes a glance at you, trying to figure out your intentions.

“But I don't wanna peel it…” you whine, leaning against his arm and nuzzling against it.

He puts his pointer finger and thumb under your chin, tilitng your head up, “I'll peel it, I'll cut it, saute it, cook it. I'll do anything for ya.” he looks directly into your eyes with the softest look you've ever seen on his face.

He lets you go, but before he can get off the bed, you cling onto him, burying your face in his chest while grabbing onto his closest arm.

“I didn't actually want an orange… Just wanted to see what your response would be to me asking.” you mumble against him.

“Oh yeah?” he puts aside his laptop and pulls you on his lap. “Is this a test or something?”

“I just saw other girls doing this online, so I also wanted to do it with you.” you reply, looking up at him.

“And did I pass?” he whispers in your ear, squeezing you slightly. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, linking your hands together.

“Well… I don't see a peeled, cut, sauteed, cooked orange anywhere.” you tease.

“You cheeky little…” he kisses you, cutting himself off.

Inspired by this TikTok

[eye-of-the-hawk]

Orange peel theory but make it moicy

Aka criticizing the methodology yet still reaping the rewards lol

[urstarlitharlot]

ron would peel harry an orange btw