#How To Cut Oranges For Fruit Platter

[movidita]

You were so sweet.

Constantly looking to please everyone else— specifically the older men who had shown up to your daddy’s barn just a few days ago, three in particular.

Two officers and an archer.

Putting on your sweetest smile, bringing fresh lemonade and platters of fruit out. Offering a hand wherever you could fit it.

God, how eager you were to please.

And it wasn’t like they didn’t know it. Taking full advantage of the fact they could bend you to their will and render you all flustered with just a few of their sweet words.

Your three favourite pieces of eye candy working out by the barn. Hammering pieces of wood, heavy lifting with those arms, those arms that had you weak at the knees and a shy crinkle in your forehead.

Currently preparing them lunch. Bacon sandwiches and three cold crisp beers you’d stolen from your father’s cabinet.

Making your way over to them, cowboy boots pattering against the earth. Sundress flowing in the breeze, your hair secured tightly with a pale pink bow and a basket of sandwiches on one arm whilst the other struggled to hold three bottles in one hand.

Shane’s eyes lit up when he saw you, catching the attention of the other two as he straightened up from his position, leaning on the truck.

“Heya, sunshine.”

You smiled politely at the three. “Hi, I brought lunch!”

Passing them all a beer and setting down the basket on top of the trucks hood.

Daryl grunted in thanks, the first to reach over and grab his food. However, Rick just looked down at you, a cocky smirk on his face. “Didn’t have to do all this.”

Your smile only grew, “Well, Daddy said you’d be getting hungry ‘bout now. Figured it’s the least I could do after all you’ve done for us.”

His arm made its way around your shoulders, “That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you, sweetheart.”

“No worries.” Your small hand wrapped around his wrist that was drooped over your shoulder, “I do hope you like them, used the last of the bacon.”

“For us?” Shane replied, taking a bite out of the perfectly cut triangle.

You giggle, nervous under their gazes, “Like I said, it’s the least I could do.”

The men took in your appearance. All farmer’s daughter looking. Plump lips, glistening with whatever gloss you’d put on. Your yellow sundress that stopped just above your knees, straps loose around your chest, beads of sweat coating your cleavage under the intense heat. Cowboy boots and that dainty bow— you sure fit the part.

You stayed with them for a while. Now propped up on the hood of the truck, swinging your legs back and forth. Gawking at the men as they worked. Sipping on one of the three’s beers every so often. Silently praying the trees gave you enough cover and your father couldn’t see your antics.

The fact they were working shirtless had your arousal pooling in your panties. Squishing your thighs together as you did your best to maintain calm.

But, fuck, those arms.

Every second became increasingly harder. Sipping and sipping, trying to distract yourself from the three older men.

The sun was starting to set. A faint orange painting the farm.

You were a little more than tipsy now, giggling at yourself, head tipping forward.

Hoping down off the truck. Almost tripping over your own two feet.

“Careful there, don’t wanna land on that pretty face.” Shane smirked, helping you stay upright as you adjusted yourself.

“Been drinking our beer, sweetheart?” Rick questioned, approaching your side and smirking down at you. Fully aware you had been drinking, the entire time. The way they’d look back every few minutes, taking in your giggling form atop their truck.

You fake a frown, “Nope.”

Daryl threw the last piece of wood to the pile, “What would your daddy say if he saw you like this, huh?”

Your eyes widen, dreading the fact you’d have to sneak past him when you returned inside. “Righttt, Daddy.” Your words slurred with a dopey smirk on your face.

The men knew they couldn’t just send you back inside, giggly and stumbling. They’d be kicked out the second your father found out they had let you drink.

“Want some water?” Rick questioned, leading you away from the barn and towards the sea of tents adorning the farm land.

You hiccup, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.”

Shane scoffed from the other side of you. “Wasn’t aware you were such a big drinker.”

“‘M not.”

He let out a laugh at that, taking in the sight of your half-hearted pulling your feet along and holding onto Rick in order to stay upright.

They led you over to Daryl’s tent as it was the farthest away from the group. Sitting you down on a log and passing over a bottle of water. It was late now, majority in bed, including your father. You figured it would be easy to get inside unnoticed.

“Drink up, girl.”

You huff, “Want to take my boots off. . .”

Daryl rolled his eyes, entering his tent and zipping it up. Clearly not in the mood to deal with a mumbling mess.

“Take ‘em off then.”

Instead of removing them yourself, you stuck your feet out in front of Rick, gesturing for him to pull them off for you. In which he did, of course. Crouching to your level and carefully slipping your feet out. Revealing the white frilly socks you had on underneath.

He set the boots down beside you.

“And the socks.” You hiccup, “Can’t walk across the field in white socks!”

He smiled at you, “Course you can’t.” Rick removed your socks, tucking them into your shoes and standing to his full height.

His hands gripped yours, pulling you up and directing you towards your house. “You gotta be quiet, okay?”

You nodded, holding onto his arm as he led you. One of his arms around your waist and the other holding your cowboy boots.

You eventually reached the porch, Shane disappearing to his tent on the way there, Rick had said something about him being able to get you there just fine and he should just head to bed. Shane grumbled but complied with the man.

Now it was just you and Rick. He practically pushed you up the stairs as you did your best to spend as much time as you could with the officer.

Stopping in the hallways to giggle at framed pictures of you and your sisters. The man couldn’t hold back his smile, despite him wanting you to shut up, he couldn’t help but enjoy seeing you so smiley and relaxed in comparison to your usual desire to be perfect.

“Come on, sweetheart, quiet down.”

The two of you finally reached your bedroom after all your stumbles and slurred words.

When Rick opened your room, he wasn’t surprised to be met with such pink. Pink, flowery bedsheets. Tulips in every corner of your room. Your vanity was adorned by many trinkets and items he had never heard of. Heart-shaped pillows, and what stuck out the most— a pile of discarded clothes on the floor by the window. A plain white dress and a pair of pink lace panties.

He gulped, averting his eyes and leading you over to the bed. Trying to push away the thoughts of you, you wearing just those panties, you without the panties. He’s a sick man, he thought. You were much younger than him, you were his host's daughter. He couldn’t do that.

Rick carefully laid you down, pulling the blanket over your body. “On your side, okay? Don’t wanna choke on your own vomit, yeah?”

You were practically asleep the second your head hit the pillow, mumbling something incoherent as you drifted off.

He smiled down at you. Staring for a few seconds, just taking in the peaceful look on your face for the first time today.

(was originally going to be rick, shane and daryl but i didn’t really know how to write for three so it ended up being rick butttt i could do some other parts with the other two if anyone would like)

part two

[serejae]

I CARRY IT WITH ME EVERYDAY | BND

pairing : bnd x reader

genre : fluff

WHAT ! - bnd and the orange peel theory (warnings kissing, petnames and cursing (maybe idk) this was suppose to be short but leehan had to ruin it...(JK)

wc : 1276 | @onedoornet @miidorei

SUNGHO :

-pls are you kidding me?

-him and taesan are the kings of acts of service, but i feel like he'll have a different approach

-you guys know (or have) those dads who hear one single thing about you liking something then buy like 27 of them?

-thats sungho, any fixation you have trust, he's the backbone of it providing for it

"ugh recently the stores have such good oranges" you said as you ate the peeled orange sungho had peeled for you. the second you grabbed the orange he took it from you and started peeling it despite your whines of how you could peel it yourself. either way, you appreciated the action and thanked him. "what store did you go to?" he asked while on his phone "the one near our house" you peacefully said while munching on the orange you heard him hum. the next day you woke up the kitchen filled with bags of oranges as well as a sungho standing there peeling each one. running up to him you questioned why your guy's kitchen was radiating the color orange, he shrugged grinning a bit, and continued peeling. you grabbed one to try and help to which he grabbed it out of your hand. "i don't want your pretty hands getting orangey" he smiled kissing your forehead (have yall seen that man peel a apple…?)

RIWOO :

-it comes to him naturally

-the first time he saw you with anything you had to peel, shrimp, crab, mangoes, he swore to himself you would never have to get your hands dirty again.

-he tries to make it fun for you both, as he listens to you talk he focuses on making the peel of the orange pretty

-so then he has a gift to give to you

you held the orange in your hand as you spoke moving it around. his eyes were focused on the orange as he was listening to you, so he grabbed the orange while still listening to you talk. as you continued speaking he started peeling the orange being delicate with the skin as he slowly peeled some edges. he nodded, hummed, and let out little "yeah's" as he listened to you tell the story that he's probably heard 200 times but he doesn't care. you're telling it to HIM. suddenly he hands you the peeled orange and holds up the peel which was in one piece. now this was his favorite part of peeling any orange for you, you have to guess what the peel was. "bird?" "nope" "flower?" "i already did that" "bird?" "bird" "that's a horrible bird riwoo" "HUH?"

JAEHYUN :

-ugh sighed just thinking about it (nicely)

-he's 163 steps ahead of you

-dont even bother asking for him to peel a orange cause this loser is peeling everything for you the second you ask for a orange

-he comes back with a peeled, diced, cut fruit platter, where'd he get the fruits from in such a short time? idk..

"you know what ive been craving recently baby?" you spoke up as he lay on ur shoulder scrolling on his phone. humming in response he looked up at you "some oranges for the hot summers seem so refreshing don't you-" he cut you off by leaving the room leaving you there '??? rude?'. he comes back in 7 minutes and 29 seconds with a colorful plate. full of red, orange, yellow, green, blue(?), pink, and purple fruits. he smiled as he showed you like a kid showing their parent their artwork, he noticed your silent shock and went "ta-da!" you tried to remember where you guys had this fruit lying around to realize you didn't..." thank you so much jae, where'd you get this fruit from? so quickly too?" he just smiled cheekily "i have my ways" he sat by you and fed you the fruits piece by piece with no complaints.

TAESAN :

-act of service man p2

-if he even heard a LICK of you craving, liking, or wanting something trust, you will have it 12 hours later on the clock.

-it doesn't matter how he heard it, he just did now he needs to deliver for the love of his life

-this man would fight SEAS OF PEOPLE just to get you what you want and act like it wasn't that big of a deal

as taesan made his way to your shared room to ask you a question he heard your conversation with your friend. he didn't mean to eavesdrop but he heard you say "you know what I've been craving recently?" and he had to listen. he was legally obligated to. taesan heard you talk about those juicy oranges, the ehime jelly oranges, were the oranges at where he was? no. was he going to get those oranges? yeah. don't ask, but he managed to get the oranges, did it cost him an arm and a leg to get it in 12 hours? duh, but it was worth it. he was sitting on the couch on his phone waiting for you to wake up to see the oranges sitting on the dining table, when you did you walked out to see a box on the table. "whose this for min?" you asked opening the box realizing its oranges. "you" he said smiling at your reaction when you realize. "are these...?" he nods and gets off the couch to cut the oranges and scoop the inside out to feed to you (i don't think you can peel these kinds of oranges sorry!!)

LEEHAN :

-mister listener overhere...

-once he realizes youve been craving oranges he tries to ask you questions but not too many to get you the perfect orange

-he doesnt wanna ruin the surprise but he has to make sure it fits your standard

-once he got all the information he needs, he's on a mission and will. he will be nonchalant about it when he picks the perfect orange.

"why have you been watching videos of oranges on repeat..." leehan asked behind you as you rested your head on his chest "they just look...so good." you sighed feeling your mouth water at the video of the perfect orange. "its so perfect, the color to the size, i mean can anything be more perfect?" you asked sitting up turning over to leehan, he nodded "I'm looking at something more perfect than a stupid orange right now" he smiled. you laughed at his line "thank you but these oranges aren't stupid" he nodded "how do you pick a perfect one?" he put his phone down and listened intensively. the next day he was the first one at the grocery store just in case some sucker had the same plan as him, to get the perfect orange for their perfect lover. well too bad for them because leehan was there first. anyways, leehan stood there for a while keeping your advice in his head, 'it must be soft, but not too soft that makes it bad. it has to be firm, but not too firm or else the flavor is gone. it has to be big, for the value but cant be too big because that takes all the flavor. it has to be small, but not too small that's too sweet.' your voice kept repeating in this head until- ah ha! the perfect one. now he needs to find 6 more. as he got home with his 7 (hopefully) perfect oranges he starts peeling. you woke up to see leehan walk into your room with a plate of peeled oranges. "woah.." you muttered, they were so vibrant. you tried one and hummed in satisfaction. "howd you pick one so perfect?" you asked him, and he grinned "idunno"

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Would they peel an orange for you?

Yes, I saw the TikToks and thought about doing it before I remember I don't have boyfriend

Yes, unprompted

Thoma

There is approximately 30-40 minutes between the time Thoma gives ayato his evening tea and when ayaka needed to be escorted to town.

And like clockwork Thoma would be waiting for you under a tree in the residence, on a somewhat secluded corner with a tray with two tea cups and a little platter with cut up solsettias and oranges.

Even if one day you arrive early where he is still getting settled and just about to start peeling and ask to do it for him he just smiles but refuses with his head.

“ Don't worry about it! Why don't you drink the tea? It's a new blend that arrived today, though you would like it”

Childe ( he is used to peeling fruit for his sibling)

Itto ( hear me out, he hears a girl mention a novel where the main character gets fed apple slices while sick and how attentive that was and immediately starts a competition with nobody to prove himself the 'bestest' boyfriend ever"

Yes, if asked

Zhongli

He doesn't have the same nutritional needs as humans, where we would need variety of vegetables and fruits, grains and meat in his dragon form he only needs three cows every month, now as a human his metabolism had slowed significantly, even then it would be strange to only buy kilos of meat once a month and nothing else.

That is where you help him out, going to his house for diner and lunch to not let the good rot.

“ I saw green tangerine at the stall and decided to buy them” zhongli settles the fabric bag on the table “It reminded me of such a delectable tea I had a while ago, I guessed I would have my hand at it, it will take at most 10 years only”

“ Tea inside tangerines? It sounds nice. Do you think I can eat one, I never had one” he nods from the kitchen putting away a bag of rice and other things while he mumbles about only needing the skin “I don't really want to peel it though… Can you peel it for me?”

Zhongli looks at you, head slightly turned but he smiles as he answers “ as you wish” he walks to the table and grabs a knife, before skillfully cutting the skin and stabbing a wedge “open wide”

Kaveh

Kaveh might work as an architect, loving the flow and composition of his buildings, but that love extends further away to other areas of art, from painting to rug making to clothes, so when you ask him for help when remodeling your home ( you paying) he was on cloud nine.

Walking and haggling the price all around the grand bazaar from 7 am (he insisted all the good things arrived early) to 3 pm was expectedly tiring to your legs and to your head, seeing how happy kaveh was with a 20 mora discount. So when you two stopped at alhaitham’s house to leave some bags you threw yourself on the ergonomic couch that was on the living room.

“Oh, we didn't stop to drink anything all morning, do you want some water and…” you could hear him rummaging around the shared kitchen for something to offer “ … some oranges?”

You only sigh but nod, even if you knew he wouldn't see “ water is fine. I don't want to peel anything, I hate how the smell lingers on my fingers”

Kaveh brings a jug with cool water “ I can peel it for you if you want, I don't really mind”

“... Yes, please “

Diluc ( would ask a maid the first time but when they tell him what it means he starts peeling it himself)

Neuvillete (furina said it was something sweet between lovers and it stuck with him)

Wriothesley

Not really/ doesn't find the point:

Alhaitham

At breakfast he doesn't like to eat heavy, not wanting to dirty his kitchen before going to work and not having much appetite so early. Usually a warm cup of tea or coffee and a bit of fruit or bread.

Seeing as he was picking an apple from the bowl on the kitchen you ask him to pick you an orange to which he only nods and grabs you a knife.

Leaving it in front of you he sits on the contrary chair and bites through the apple and sips his tea.

“ I don't really want to peel it, though… maybe someone could do it for me” you look at him, hinting at him

“ Do you want an apple then? You don't have to peel it” he doesn't look up from the book on the table even as you sighs

Wanderer (rat man)

Kaeya ( does it because you asked him but doesn't find the point in asking him for such a small favor. Prefers showing love/care in other ways)

[neomujinjja]

They accidentally trigger your allergy Headcanon

Pairing: Stray kids x reader

Genre: headcanon

Warnings: not edited, experiencing allergic reaction(s)*, not knowing your allergies, allergy medicine (pills), being careless with your allergies, some members headcanons are shorter than the others

Note: *I.N's is the only with an anaphylactic reaction, the rest are just redness, swelling, and itchiness. majority of the allergies and their reactions are based off my own experiences or those of my family (so not a big range)

Bang Chan

he's just trying to be sweet

giving you a bouquet of pretty flowers, chan thinks you'll like

you keep the flowers in your living room

plus you had already taken your allergy medicine

it's not until the next morning that he learns about your pollen allergy

you walked out of the bedroom, making breakfast for yourself and chan

when he walks out and is confused by your sudden stuffy nose

"are you sick?"

"no, it's my allergies"

"allergies?"

"yeah, my pollen allergies"

babe feels so bad!!

he's apologizing and promising to not to buy flowers again

you tell him that it's okay and he doesn't have to worry

explaining that it's only a light reaction and you're fine as long as you take your medicine

either way, chan feels so bad about it

and he's asking about any more allergies you might have

Lee Know

minho was trying out a new recipe

it just happens to contain a lot of tomatoes and lemons

and it slips his mind to how much citric acid content there is

later after the two of you enjoy the meal

you make complaints about itchiness and redness

minho goes through what you've ate recently with you

the two of you land on the new meal that's he made

of course minho feels terrible and apologizes

you ensure him that you believe he didn't do it on purpose and you're at fault too

Changbin

date night~

changbin takes you to this italian inspired restaurant

you ordered yourself a pasta with shrimps (think shrimp alfredo)

on the way home, changbin notices how much you're itching

then once home, he also sees that your ears seem to be swelling up too

changbin insists on bringing you to the hospital to get checked out

there the doctor informs you that it's allergic reaction to the shrimps in your pasta

they give you medicine to relieve your symptoms and inform you to be careful

you also schedule a date to receive allergy testing to prevent this happening again in the future

Hyunjin

it's a relatively hot summer

so you and hyunjin make a home-made fruit platter

it's got watermelon for hyunjin alongside grapes, blueberries, blackberries, and peaches

as someone with allergies himself, he is very careful about dealing with yours

but one too many grapes leaves your mouth feeling itchy

hyunjin immediately cuts you off after realizing

he also jokingly scolds you for not knowing your limit and triggering your allergy

if you try to grab any more grapes then hyunjin lightly taps your hand or pushes the grapes further out your reach

he isn't going to allow for you to experience a severe allergic reaction on his watch

Han

you guys decide order take out for dinner

jisung knows about your allergy to shellfish/seafood

so you guys order fried rice, orange chicken, chow mein with beef and broccoli

specifically steering away from any shrimp dishes

neither of you realize that some of the food is cooked with oyster sauce

the both of you are hungry so you're digging in once the food is delivered

you start sniffling and itching as you're eating

jisung looks up to see that you're swelling up

he gets up and rushes to get your medicine

he has to urge you to take it as you're confused

"take your medicine"

"what?"

"you're having an reaction"

"i am?"

the two of you are still confused as to the cause

you guys text stray kids resident chefs who give you the answer: oyster sauce

jisung apologizes but you tell him it's okay

then you order for some pizza to be delivered

no one lets the either of you (especially you) live this incident down

Felix

we all know that felix enjoys baking

i believe that he'd experiment with new treats upon free time

and felix decides that he's going to tackle snickerdoodles

he's heard you talk about how much you like the cookies as well

so he finds a recipe online and gets baking

you walk into the dorm to cookies that have cooled down just enough to eat but still warm from their time in the oven

it took about five cookies in til you began having a reaction

becoming curious about what caused the redness and swelling presenting itself on your arm

you ask felix about the ingredients he used for the cookies

felix begins listing the ingredients one by one, getting to nutmeg

nodding your head, you realize what's behind your reaction

felix is confused until you explain it to him, that by extension your body reacts to the seasoning

he's quick to apologize, kissing your face and promising to find a recipe that doesn't contain nutmeg

(the rest of the cookies go to members and felix's friends)

Seungmin

the boys are back from tour

but just for a bit before they start the next leg of it

you go to visit seungmin

he brought snacks back with him

so you two are eating on them while catching up and watching tv

then your mouth feels itchy

seungmin: "what's wrong?"

you: "i don't know" 🤷

cue seungmin searching what it could be

and you guys looking up the ingredients online

he comes to the inclusion that it must be an allergic reaction

you're surprised cause you've never experienced this before

seungmin makes you vow to be diligent with your new found allergy

and to go to the doctor for a further check up

you guys go out to buy some over-the-counter medicine for the meantime

I.N

you guys are just out for the night

walking around, enjoying the chill air

maybe buying snacks from convenience stores

or window shopping

unfortunately there's been a big pollen outbreak

and you didn't take your medicine as you hadn't realized

you and jeongin have been out for about 30 minutes when you start having a reaction

it starts off as just a stuffy & runny nose so you continue to brush it off

cause you always carry tissues with you

so does jeongin since he's learned about your pollen allergy

then you start feeling short of breath and your throat closing

jeongin is panicking when you tell of this development

he brings you into the closest building

where the two of you search through your bag for your pills

poor baby has tears in his eyes through the ordeal

once the medicine kicks in and your reaction calms, you guys start the walk back home

jeongin begins checking the pollen forecast before heading out with you after that

he never wants to go through something like that again with you

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Vicarious (Part 34)

Esukutai is an never ending feast of fruit; freshly cut slices of pineapple and squares of mango sit in bowls on window sills, sharing sweet aromas with those who walk down the streets. Even if everyone slammed their windows shut and kept their bowls to themselves there is plenty of produce to come by. Shop stalls and stacks of crates are absolutely teeming with fruit that has yet to be sold and then cut. Restaurants arrange slices of peach and lemon to look like the sun with a cherry for an eye. The more artful of them shape lemons, peaches, oranges, and strawberries into dragons and phoenixes and likenesses of Zuko’s face. Fruity interpretation that make her glad, for once, that she has fallen out of favor with the general public. At least she will never have to witness fruits being arranged to look like her face only to be picked at and eaten later. Intentions are appreciative in nature but, if she did say so, morbid when more thought is put into it. 

Many of these restaurants and houses have dried fruits hanging in pouches from the rafters. Some of them rest on platters while other folks have simply left the slices on their tables. No matter how they are arranged, it would seem that fruit is a manner of expressing oneself and one’s creativity in Esukutai.

It is doubly creative in that it is a clever work around in nation that banned dance and most forms of music. Whose theater, for the longest time, had been overran and bogged down by wartime propaganda. 

Azula is alone in the crowd. 

No one else is awake. 

At least not anyone from her group. 

The people of Esukutai, on the other hand, seem to rise as early as she—firebenders to the core, right to their internal clocks. Azula thinks that she could find a way to feel at home in this village. It is tiny and leisurely in a way that is exactly the opposite Caldera City. It would be hard to adjust in that regard but at this point, Azula craves quietude as much as she craves the frantic ways of the palace life. 

She scans the crowd, there is a man with a beard down to his ankles, peppery black and strewn with wooden beads. There is a woman with tired eyes and bracelets and bangles all the way up her boney arms. Fanning herself on a thatched porch there is a plump woman with the prettiest green eyes and her husband who very proudly wears a hat embroidered with the Earth Kingdom insignia. 

Behind one of the fruit stands is a girl with a crooked smile and a coiling scar upon her bicep. She passes an apricot to a little girl with chubby, rosy cheeks. Azula presumes that the girl with freckles on her forehead is the girl’s older sister. The next woman steps up, thick black curls bounce to her waist. She asks for a plum or two. 

And then there is the man whose hair looks like a fire. She has seen dyed hair before. Only once at an Ember Island show. She can’t say that she has ever seen anyone color their hair just to have it colorful. 

Esukutai is an expressive, colorful little village. 

Somehow it makes Azula’s heartache. 

She could have lived here. Things could have been simpler, had Ursa thought to take her with her. She wouldn’t have had to endure so much pain. She clutches her wrist—she wouldn’t have so many scars. 

Zuko could have lived here. He wouldn’t have any scars. Perhaps the two of them would have never grown as resentful as they had towards one another. They could have lived mundane, yet vibrant lives. 

By all accounts, Esukutai seems as though it has never been touched by the war. 

Azula shields her eyes against the sun as it peeks between the stalls. She ducks around a vine of grapes and inspects a display of handmade jewelry. They are all fine pieces, most of them crafted from stone or glass. A few have been fixed with small gems. 

She finds a wooden piece cut to look like a dragon with topaz tongues of fire tumbling from its mouth. She takes a few coins from her pocket and hands them to the man wearing seven necklaces. He nods and thanks her and she slips the necklace over her head. The dragon settles at her breast. Until she takes the pendant in her hand anyhow. She looks it over, admiring the woodwork as she walks along. 

Admiring the woodwork until she crashes into the woman with the thick black curls. 

With Esukutai being smaller than Hira’a—a village that is a very distant cry from large or even decently sized—Azula probably should have guessed that running into her mother in the crowd wouldn’t be outside of what was possible and what was not. 

Not that she would have been able to pick out the woman’s face but the woman could pick out hers. 

And she does. 

Right away. 

“A-Azula.” She gasps. 

Azula swallows.

Spirits, they had all been so focused on this idea that Ursa might be someone wholly different that they hadn’t even stopped to consider that the woman might still be tethered to her memories and all of the distress and regrets that come with them.  

Azula parts her lips but no sound comes out. 

“Azula.” She repeats so, so softly. It is almost a squeak. 

She should have slept in with the rest of them.

[plantrichcatering]

Crafting the Perfect Fruit Platter: Tips, Tricks, and Creative Ideas

A beautifully arranged fruit platter is the highlight of any gathering, adding a burst of color, freshness, and flavor to the table. Whether you're hosting a casual brunch, a lavish dinner party, or simply preparing a healthy snack, crafting the perfect fruit platter requires a combination of creativity, technique, and a keen eye for presentation. Here’s how to do it right.

Step 1: Select the Best Fruits

The key to an impressive Fruit Platter is the selection of fresh, high-quality fruits. Consider the following factors:

Seasonality: Choose fruits that are in season to ensure maximum flavor and freshness. For example:

Summer: Watermelon, berries, mangoes, and stone fruits like peaches or plums.

Winter: Citrus fruits like oranges, mandarins, and grapefruits, along with pomegranates and apples.

Variety: Opt for a mix of textures and flavors—sweet (grapes, melons), tart (pineapple, kiwis), and neutral (bananas).

Colors: A vibrant mix of colors will make your platter visually appealing. Combine red strawberries, green kiwis, yellow pineapples, and purple grapes for an eye-catching display.

Step 2: Prepare Your Fruits

Proper preparation is essential for both presentation and convenience. Follow these tips:

Wash and Dry: Rinse all fruits thoroughly under running water to remove dirt and pesticides. Pat them dry to avoid excess moisture on the platter.

Cut and Shape:

Use cookie cutters to create fun shapes with melon slices or pineapple.

Slice fruits like kiwis and oranges in thin, even rounds for a polished look.

Leave the skin on for fruits like apples, pears, and grapes to add texture and color contrast.

Prevent Browning: Brush fruits like apples, pears, or bananas with a little lemon juice to keep them from browning.

Step 3: Arrange Like a Pro

The presentation of your fruit platter can elevate it from ordinary to extraordinary. Here’s how:

Use a Large, Flat Platter: A large serving tray or wooden board works best for showcasing your fruits.

Layer Strategically: Start with large fruits like watermelon wedges or pineapple chunks as the base. Layer smaller fruits like berries and grapes on top.

Create Patterns: Arrange fruits in concentric circles, stripes, or clusters. Mixing colors and textures will enhance the visual appeal.

Add Garnishes: Use edible garnishes like mint leaves, edible flowers, or a sprinkling of coconut flakes for an extra touch of elegance.

Step 4: Add Creative Touches

To make your fruit platter stand out, try these creative ideas:

Dip Options:

Include a small bowl of yogurt, chocolate sauce, or honey as a dipping option.

Add a sprinkle of nuts or granola for texture.

Theme Your Platter: Create a tropical platter with mango, papaya, and pineapple, or a berry-themed one with strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries.

Add Non-Fruit Items: Incorporate cheese cubes, crackers, or dried fruits for a gourmet touch.

Use Unique Serving Accessories: Arrange your fruits on a tiered stand or inside a hollowed-out watermelon for a dramatic effect.

Step 5: Serve Fresh

For maximum flavor and freshness:

Chill Before Serving: Refrigerate the platter for at least 30 minutes before serving, but avoid storing cut fruits for too long as they may lose their texture and flavor.

Serve with Utensils: Provide small forks, toothpicks, or tongs for easy access.

  Final Thoughts

Crafting the perfect fruit platter is an art that combines creativity and attention to detail. With thoughtful fruit selection, careful preparation, and imaginative presentation, you can create a platter that delights both the eyes and the palate. Experiment with different combinations, and don’t hesitate to let your creativity shine.

[sonxofxgondor]

@ofthevanyar asked: come sit down. have a brandy with us.

Casablanca (1942) Prompts

Draped in the colors of Aragorn and his Arwen, from the windows and across the arches of walls, the fabrics of the returned king decorated the ancient dining hall. Tapestries and textiles dedicated to he. Bold silvers and vibrant lilacs - threaded work that spanned stories - breathed life into the once abandoned room. Dust from the wooden floorboards cleaned, until the mahogany sparkled, the scarlet woven carpet that rested above made soft to the touch. Centuries of gross and grime scrubbed free; the table at the center was dressed in pristine ivory cloth, runner of gold turned immaculate, plates and cups akin more to valued treasures than means to eat and drink. Apples and grapes stacked into ceramic bowl of blue, roasted pig served hot onto bronze platter, and baked breads with fresh cheeses presented on flat cuts of oak, the spread of the meal was a divine sight. Able to cause the mouth to water and the stomach to growl; Boromir drawn to it from first notice, the moment when doors were pulled open and scents flooded toward, the call of his beloved Amarie the final coax.

Adornments kept simple and understated, for the dining hall was still without the pieces of old grandeur, the keepsakes of past kings, physical resplendence was instead replaced by courtesy. Shadows of framed portraits all that remained on the stone walls, memories that took to shape in war-garb and battle-swords put away, stored someplace else. Years of peace and prosperity to be found in Gondor, no more was there to be reminders of loss, of the selfishness of Man or the deaths that pure evils delivered. So many good taken, so many brave and valiant buried in the graveyards, Gondor was reborn. Under the careful hand of Aragorn and his bride, Arwen tender to the fates of those she ruled, noted even as they eat their share of fruits and meat, sipped their drinks and smiled warmly. Unlike anything witnessed before, all the troubles that were endured were finished with, never to be seen again. Boromir was spectator to dreams come true; all that he had wished for, all that was prayed for, found, finally.

Taking the chair closest to Amarie, the delicate scrape of dark maple onto floor as he did so, upholstery stitched in combination of rich oranges and muted tawny, Boromir made himself comfortable. Shifted on the cushion until content, the plush filling still stiff, never used before, grabbed a plate for himself and made his pickings, the slab of pork with the most fried fat sliver, the thickest slice of bread with the thickest slice of cheese, pungent and with hints of nut. A cup of brandy taken for himself also, subtle cinnamon to the tastes, savored from the first sip.

Mouth corners wiped with napkin tip, the bits of pork and bread that clung to, crumbs of grain and flecks of smoked skin, before another bite was devoured, Boromir grasped Amarie's hand and lifted it. Held her slender bone within his larger, admired how they married so well together, pressed a kiss to her flesh, lingered. Breathed in her fragrance - ethereal and refined, sunshine and goodness - poured all his love for her into the caress of his lips, the tickle of his beard as it graced her. Gray eyes lost in the world that was Amarie's; what Boromir would live and die for, his purpose and happiness, his forever love.

Boromir whispered, so that only he and her ears could hear. "Hello, my beautiful."

Delicate in his lips' release of her, Boromir parted from Amarie, returned to his feasting but kept one hand upon hers still, the other busy with the efforts of shinny fork. Beneath the table where neither Aragorn nor Arwen could see without strain, onto Amarie's gown-covered lap, a special affection just for they and none else.

Boromir asked with closed mouth smile, pork grizzle chewed and swallowed as if it were the mightiest of beasts, a gulp from the throat, "my friends, may I inquire about your gathering? When the housecarl mentioned I would find you lot here, I was surprised! Aragorn, Arwen, it is so often that you are found together outside for your luncheons. I can't recall a time when I did not see you two underneath the shade of the White Tree! Something about this meal feels very, well, mischievous. Do tell, is there a plan in the works, a scheme that you all have plotted? And, my Amarie! You have a look about you! Please, as your faithful and devoted man, do not leave me in the dark. I promise, I'll not tell a soul whatever is you three have cooked up. But, my sweet, won't you spoil some of the details? I hate to be left in suspense! Especially when a good adventure is in the works!"

[cateringserviceorangecounty]

How to Make Your BBQ Catering Stand Out in Orange County

BBQ catering is more than just serving grilled meats; it's about creating a memorable experience that delights your guests and enhances your event. In Orange County, where the culinary scene is vibrant and competitive, making your BBQ catering stand out involves attention to detail, creativity, and a commitment to quality. Whether you're hosting a corporate event, a wedding, or a casual family gathering, here’s how to make your BBQ catering truly exceptional.

1. Curate a Unique Menu

Signature BBQ Dishes

A distinctive menu sets your event apart:

Specialty Cuts: Offer unique cuts of meat or specialty items like smoked brisket, pork belly, or lamb chops. Highlight these special dishes to make your BBQ stand out.

Signature Sauces: Create custom BBQ sauces or marinades that reflect your event's theme or your personal taste. Offering a range of sauces, from tangy and spicy to sweet and smoky, allows guests to customize their experience.

Incorporate Local Flavors

Utilize local ingredients and flavors to enhance your BBQ:

Local Produce: Source fresh vegetables and fruits from local farmers' markets. Incorporating seasonal produce can add freshness and support local businesses.

Regional Styles: Explore various regional BBQ styles, such as Southern, Texas, or Kansas City. Combining elements from different styles can create a unique and memorable dining experience.

Create a Balanced Menu

Offer a diverse selection to cater to all preferences:

Vegetarian and Vegan Options: Include flavorful vegetarian and vegan BBQ options such as grilled portobello mushrooms, veggie skewers, or smoked tofu.

Side Dishes: Complement the BBQ with a variety of sides, including classic options like coleslaw, baked beans, and cornbread, as well as creative dishes like quinoa salad or roasted sweet potatoes.

2. Elevate Presentation and Service

Impressive Presentation

How the food is presented can enhance the overall experience:

Themed Decor: Align the food presentation with your event’s theme. Use rustic wooden boards, elegant platters, or colorful garnishes to make the dishes visually appealing.

Interactive Stations: Set up interactive food stations where guests can customize their plates. A build-your-own taco or slider bar adds an interactive element and allows guests to personalize their meals.

Professional Service

High-quality service is essential for a standout experience:

Experienced Staff: Hire professional and courteous staff who can manage the serving and interaction with guests effectively. Well-trained servers enhance the dining experience by ensuring smooth service and addressing guests' needs.

Timely Service: Ensure that the food is served at the right temperature and promptly. Efficient service helps keep the event flowing smoothly and maintains guest satisfaction.

3. Offer Unique Experiences

BBQ Workshops or Demonstrations

Adding an interactive element can make your event memorable:

Cooking Demonstrations: Arrange for a BBQ chef to demonstrate cooking techniques or share tips on grilling. This can be both educational and entertaining for your guests.

Tasting Stations: Set up tasting stations where guests can sample different BBQ styles, meats, or sauces. This creates an engaging experience and allows guests to explore various flavors.

Themed Events

Incorporate themes to enhance the BBQ experience:

Regional BBQ Themes: Host a BBQ themed around a specific region, such as a “Texas BBQ Night” or a “Caribbean BBQ Feast.” Decorate accordingly and tailor the menu to fit the theme.

Seasonal Themes: Align your BBQ with the season by incorporating seasonal ingredients and themes. For example, a summer BBQ could feature tropical flavors and light, refreshing sides.

4. Customize Your BBQ Experience

Personalized Touches

Add personalized touches to make your event unique:

Custom Signage: Create custom signage for food stations or menus that reflect the theme of your event. Personalized touches can include custom labels for different BBQ sauces or sides.

Event Favors: Consider offering BBQ-themed favors, such as mini bottles of your signature sauce or personalized grilling tools, for guests to take home.

Special Dietary Requests

Accommodate dietary restrictions to ensure all guests are satisfied:

Dietary Accommodations: Clearly communicate any dietary restrictions or allergies to your caterer. Ensure they provide appropriate options and label dishes accordingly.

Allergen-Free Stations: Set up separate stations or areas for allergen-free foods to prevent cross-contamination and make it easier for guests with specific needs to find suitable options.

5. Ensure Quality and Freshness

Focus on Ingredients

Quality ingredients are crucial for exceptional BBQ:

Fresh Ingredients: Use high-quality, fresh meats and produce. Sourcing from reputable suppliers ensures the best flavor and texture for your BBQ dishes.

Proper Cooking Techniques: Ensure that meats are cooked using authentic BBQ techniques, such as slow smoking or indirect grilling, to achieve the desired tenderness and flavor.

Maintain Hygiene Standards

Food safety is paramount:

Cleanliness: Maintain high standards of cleanliness in food preparation and serving areas. This includes regular sanitation of cooking equipment and serving utensils.

Temperature Control: Ensure that food is kept at the correct temperatures to prevent spoilage and maintain quality. Use warming trays or chafing dishes to keep hot foods hot and cold foods cold.

6. Partner with the Right BBQ Caterer

Choose a Reputable Caterer

Selecting a reliable BBQ caterer is essential for a successful event:

Reputation: Choose a caterer with a strong reputation for quality and service. Look for positive reviews, testimonials, and recommendations from previous clients.

Experience: Ensure the caterer has experience handling events of your size and type. Experienced caterers are more likely to deliver a seamless and enjoyable BBQ experience.

Discuss Your Vision

Communicate your vision and expectations clearly:

Event Details: Provide detailed information about your event, including the date, location, number of guests, and any specific requirements or preferences.

Menu Preferences: Discuss your menu preferences and any special requests with the caterer. Work together to create a customized BBQ experience that aligns with your vision.

7. Highlight Your BBQ Event

Promote Your Event

Generate excitement and interest:

Social Media: Use social media platforms to promote your BBQ event. Share updates, sneak peeks of the menu, and photos to build anticipation.

Invitations: Send out creative invitations that reflect the BBQ theme. Include details about the menu, any special activities, and any other relevant information.

Capture the Moment

Document your event for lasting memories:

Photography: Hire a professional photographer or designate someone to capture photos of the BBQ and the guests enjoying the event. Candid shots of the food and interactions add a personal touch.

Feedback: Collect feedback from guests to understand what they enjoyed and any areas for improvement. This information is valuable for planning future events and ensuring continued success.

Conclusion

Making your BBQ catering stand out in Orange County involves a blend of creativity, quality, and personalized touches. By curating a unique menu, enhancing presentation and service, offering unique experiences, customizing the BBQ experience, ensuring quality and freshness, partnering with the right caterer, and highlighting your event, you can create a memorable and enjoyable BBQ experience for your guests.

For a premier BBQ catering experience, consider contacting Touch of Paradise Catering. They offer a range of BBQ options designed to impress and delight. Act now and schedule your site visit today by providing your details at (714) 603-7592. Visit their website at BBQ Catering Orange County or email them at events@touch-of-paradise.com. Their office is located at 3519 W Commonwealth Ave STE LM, Fullerton, CA, 92833.

With these strategies and the right catering partner, your BBQ event is sure to be a standout success, leaving a lasting impression on all your guests.

[disastrousfeelings]

I am eleven years old and I cannot remember the last time my father and I shared an orange. I cannot remember him ever eating one at all. As I look at him, I think I am twelve years old, and I wish I could. I try to remember anything other than the equal nightmare of deafening silence sounding from one room over, quietly chasing after him, not wanting to be left behind.

I am thirteen years old and waiting. I am awake and in pain as sweet as citrus rot, and I love my father as much as I did in my dream.

I am just as messy when peeling my oranges, still learning how to rip apart and feast without unleashing mass destruction.

The laughter merges into retching

A wilting leaf sprouts from the deteriorating stem in the dismal cavity of my slashed chest. Reeks of want and desperation, silently pleading to become anew and clean, but I have chosen not to water. Oranges rest atop the kitchen counter, untouched and uncradled. They’re desiccating on the inside - sour with sorrow, ripe with regret, and oozing with twice the bitterness as the peel, it might've been safer not to share at all.

I claw harder and regret it instantly, sticky piquant droplets splash onto my arm, and I huff, hating to have wasted them. “Here,” my father says. The sweetness run bitter

I am fourteen years old, and he has nowhere to go but here. So he stays. And stays and stays and stays.

My clutched fists, anchored to the scarred top of a cherry dining table, tremble. My red-rimmed eyes are sharp, my sugar-free tears flow easily, and my chapped lips quiver as they land on the tip of my thirsting tongue. ‘Will you share yours?’ water, infused with salted rings, cascades down my skin and soaks my pillow. My blood turns blue, and before it can freeze over, I breathe, my father sits across from me, hands wet with pastel, saccharine blood and loosely wrapped in thin, straggly tendrils. Clutches an empty, golden chalice in his left palm while his fingertips brush the edge of his full plate.

I wake up to darkness, the colors of bright cheerful fruit, dewy foliage, and unsnapped branches - absent. And I'm too selfish, too generous; still learning balance, I share too much and keep too little. I keep too much and share too little. He's on the other side of the wall, throwing up poison instead of citrus.

There are freshly reopened cuts on my fingers. Burning, tangy acid trickles into raw flesh, and my skin aches for the sting. But rarely does my skin get what it wants. 

The eleven-year-old shallowly buried inside of me lies in bed after midnight (never sleep, never dream) and wait for him to leave again - terrified

The knives are in the corner on the kitchen counter. We don't need them to cut.

There is a skillfully carved gash in my chest. Splitting strands of white hang out like unraveled threads and attach to half of the extracted citrus meat and garnished zest laid over the silver platter set neatly in front of me.

[spacecadetspe]

A snippet from last year…

Apr. 5, 2023

I've spent the last couple days either cooking or eating. I even dreamed I was in the castle kitchens, making tomato sauce.

As much as I love cooking, when I have energy, I still felt exhausted and stressed as I was bustling about, and I could feel myself getting more and more frustrated. All the stimuli from the surrounding rooms, the yelling and clanging of pans, the hiss of oil... it was all starting to pile up, and I could feel the overwhelm beginning to mount.

One of the junior chefs approached me to ask if I was okay, and reminded me what I had wanted to accomplish. It seemed easier to take a breath and focus, after that. I went back to opening cans of tomatoes and tomato paste, zesting and juicing a lemon, and chopping capers, content that I had direction again.

Suddenly, I got a sharp pain in my head, and a duplicate of myself appeared beside me. The aspect of my overwhelm had separated at last! She hugged me and cried on my shoulder for a few moments, and then I put her to work at the stove, stirring pots. I figured it would help her control how much energy and attention she put into different activities. I named her Bellatrix: the fighter.

I wandered off to teach Harmony about the different kinds of kitchen tools and what they do, and inadvertently got myself caught up in more of the staff's drama.

Benizelos, the rotisseur, was smoking venison and lamb, and was grumbling about Njorun. He had smoked a side of venison with wild-foraged berries, but Njorun had insisted he play it safe with the lamb, and season with thyme and sage, as usual. He had the snark to mock her about it; "We're cooking meat, not a fucking fruit tart!"

When Njorun showed up, she told her side of it. She said that for all Benizelos' prowess, he never cooks the same way twice, and she wanted to see some consistency from him. "Experiments are for finding a direction, not making a method. Cooking is a repetitive effort, above all else, and if you can't refine your dish, experimenting only hides inadequacy." Like having too much thick sauce on a cut of meat, or using dream magic to tweak the flavors to someone's liking, or breading chicken nuggets too thickly.

My counterpoint was pure gold, if I might toot my own horn for a bit. "Were you surprised when the staff walked out on you?"

"I wasn't surprised at all," she said.

"Oh? Because I'd been working pretty hard to encourage them behind the scenes."

She nodded. "Oh, I know. I expected as much."

"So you know that I gave you the benefit of the doubt for as long as I could. Until..."

"Until you said something about it. But at the end of the day, it all worked out!" she insisted.

"Did you communicate that with Benizelos?" I asked pointedly.

She snorted at me. "And validate all the cheating he did with dream magic behind my back?"

"Between the two of us, which of us told him his skill was enough? That he was enough? There's a reason people lie, babe: because they don't feel safe. Historically, he's the one who tries the hardest to please. If you want consistency out of him, all you have to do is make him feel like he can be himself. And you don't have to discourage his adventurous side to do that. And right now, he potentially feels more unsafe because he's trying to meet expectations he doesn't understand, for a goal that hasn't been communicated."

Njorun finally agreed to pull him aside to chat with him, and I encouraged her as best I could.

Then this morning, the whole team collaborated in making breakfast for me. I swear, they spoil me rotten sometimes. They made shakshuka, using Benizelos' smoked lamb, galaktoboureko, a seasonal fruit platter with yogurt and rosewater dressing, and an orange blossom semolina pudding with dates and honey.

They all stood by with their shoulders tensed as I tasted their offerings, and collectively breathed a sigh of relief when I praised them. Dimitrios mentioned he'd had some trouble with the phyllo dough (on the galaktoboureko), and Benizelos had apparently gotten drunk after a harrowing conversation with Njorun.

"You knew about that?" He hiccupped, nearly interrupting his sentence, and the others chuckled.

I explained that I'd arranged the whole thing, but Njorun had taken it upon herself to talk to him about it. I told him that he's enough, and he thanked me and presented me with a citrus and mint sauce that he had made just to spite her a little.

To the rest of the team, I made sure they understood that I expected them to develop their own standards of practice, and that I wasn't about to criticize their cooking.

Their complaint was that Njorun was the exact opposite.

I nodded and agreed. "Do you remember how many wings I had when I became Lady of Dreams?" I asked.

They didn't, so I went on.

"Two hundred. I'm now at my limit as a Virtue, at three hundred. A pair is added every time I hone my abilities and overcome my personal hardships. Njorun, on the other hand, started at the bottom of the Virtue tier, with ten wings. She's still learning to set her own standards, communicate properly, and manage her own inner demons. Your team has actually made incredible strides with her, both in teaching her and learning from her. She went from demanding unreasonable extremes to actively seeking balance. And as chaotic as it feels right now, that's an important step. That will be something she continues to hone as time goes on. You're actually doing exactly what you're supposed to: reacting appropriately to her leadership."

Njorun portaled in, and the tension rose in the room again.

...and here we go.

[robertnelson2-blog]

Fruit Arrangement: A Delicious and Artful Way to Elevate Your Culinary Presentation

Fruit arrangements, also known as fruit bouquets or edible fruit displays, have gained popularity as a creative and delectable way to present fruits. These beautiful arrangements are not only visually stunning but also a delightful treat for the taste buds. Whether you're planning a special event, looking to impress guests, or simply want to add a touch of elegance to your everyday meals, fruit arrangements are the perfect choice. In this article, we will explore the art of fruit arrangement, its benefits, and how to create your own stunning fruit displays.

The Art of Fruit Arrangement:

Fruit arrangement is more than just slicing and arranging fruits on a platter. It's an art form that combines aesthetics and culinary skills. The arrangement of colorful fruits, flowers, and greens can turn an ordinary fruit platter into a visually captivating masterpiece. Here are some key aspects to consider:

Selection of Fruits: Choose a variety of fresh, ripe fruits with vibrant colors. Some popular choices include strawberries, pineapple, cantaloupe, honeydew, grapes, and kiwi. Citrus fruits like oranges and lemons can add a zesty twist to your arrangement.

Cutting Techniques: Master the art of slicing, dicing, and carving fruits to create unique shapes and textures. Cookie cutters and melon ballers can be useful tools for achieving interesting fruit shapes.

Presentation: Pay attention to the presentation vessel. A decorative platter, vase, or even a carved watermelon can serve as a stunning base for your fruit arrangement.

Edible Decorations: Enhance your fruit bouquet with edible garnishes like mint leaves, basil, or edible flowers. These add a touch of elegance and flavor to your creation. Fruit Bouquet Toronto

Benefits of Fruit Arrangements:

Healthier Alternative: Fruit arrangements are a nutritious and guilt-free option for celebrations, providing essential vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants.

Eye-Catching Centerpiece: They make for beautiful table centerpieces at events, such as weddings, birthdays, and baby showers.

Creative Expression: Fruit arrangements offer an opportunity for artistic expression, allowing you to showcase your creativity in the culinary realm.

Dietary Inclusivity: They cater to a wide range of dietary preferences, including vegan, gluten-free, and lactose-intolerant diets.

[foodvips]

Perfect Summer Fruit Salad

Are you looking for the perfect summer treat that is both delicious and refreshing? Look no further than a summer fruit salad! This delightful dish is the epitome of summer, with its vibrant colors and juicy flavors. Whether you're enjoying a picnic in the park or lounging by the pool, a summer fruit salad is the perfect companion to beat the heat.So, how do you make the perfect summer fruit salad? It's easier than you might think. With a few simple steps, you can create a mouthwatering masterpiece that will impress your friends and family. Let's dive in and learn how to create this delectable dish.First, let's talk about choosing the right fruits. When it comes to a summer fruit salad, you want to select fruits that are ripe, flavorful, and in season. Some popular options include juicy watermelon, sweet strawberries, tangy pineapple, and refreshing grapes. Don't be afraid to get creative and mix and match your favorite fruits to create a unique flavor combination.Once you have your fruits, it's time to prepare them. Start by washing them thoroughly to remove any dirt or residue. Then, peel and cut the fruits into bite-sized pieces. This not only makes them easier to eat but also creates a visually appealing presentation. Remember, we eat with our eyes first, so take the time to arrange the fruits in a beautiful and inviting way.Now, let's add a citrus twist to our summer fruit salad. Citrus fruits like oranges and lemons can add a tangy and refreshing flavor to the salad. Simply squeeze some fresh lemon or orange juice over the fruits and toss gently to coat. This will not only enhance the taste but also keep the fruits from oxidizing and turning brown.If you're feeling adventurous, why not explore some exotic fruits to take your summer fruit salad to the next level? Dragon fruit, lychee, and passion fruit are just a few examples of exotic fruits that can elevate the taste and appearance of your salad. These unique fruits will add a touch of excitement and surprise to your dish.For those who like to experiment with flavors, consider enhancing your fruit salad with herbs and spices. Mint leaves can add a refreshing and cooling element, while a sprinkle of cinnamon can provide a warm and comforting taste. Get creative and find the perfect combination of herbs and spices that tickle your taste buds.No fruit salad is complete without a delicious dressing. You can keep it simple by drizzling some honey or lemon juice over the fruits, or get a bit more indulgent by adding a dollop of yogurt. The dressing will enhance the sweetness of the fruits and bring all the flavors together.Now that your summer fruit salad is ready, it's time to assemble and serve. Arrange the fruits in a large bowl or platter, making sure to create an appealing and colorful display. Garnish with some edible flowers, mint leaves, or a sprinkle of powdered sugar for an elegant touch. Your guests will be impressed by both the taste and presentation of your creation.Feel free to get creative and try different variations of summer fruit salad. Add a splash of coconut milk for a tropical twist or serve it with a scoop of ice cream for a decadent dessert. The possibilities are endless, so let your imagination run wild.Now that you know the secrets to making the perfect summer fruit salad, it's time to get started. Gather your favorite fruits, unleash your creativity, and enjoy a refreshing and delicious treat that will make your summer days even more memorable.

Choosing the Right Fruits

Choosing the right fruits is essential when preparing a delicious and refreshing summer fruit salad. Not all fruits are created equal when it comes to taste and texture, so it's important to select ripe and flavorful options. Here are some tips to help you choose the best fruits for your summer fruit salad: - Opt for seasonal fruits: Seasonal fruits are not only fresher but also more affordable. They are at their peak in terms of flavor and sweetness, making them perfect for your fruit salad. - Look for ripe fruits: When selecting fruits, give them a gentle squeeze to ensure they are ripe. Ripe fruits will have a slight give and a pleasant aroma. - Consider a variety of colors: A visually appealing fruit salad is not only tasty but also visually appealing. Choose fruits of different colors to create a vibrant and appetizing salad. - Balance sweetness and acidity: Incorporate a mix of sweet and tangy fruits to create a well-balanced flavor profile. This can include options like strawberries, pineapple, and kiwi. - Experiment with different textures: Combine fruits with varying textures to add interest to your salad. For example, mix juicy watermelon with crunchy apples or soft berries with creamy avocado. - Mint: Add a touch of freshness and a hint of coolness to your fruit salad by sprinkling some freshly chopped mint leaves. It pairs well with berries, melons, and citrus fruits. - Basil: This aromatic herb can bring a unique twist to your fruit salad. Its slightly sweet and peppery flavor complements tropical fruits like pineapple and mango. - Lavender: For a more delicate and floral flavor, consider adding a pinch of dried lavender buds. It pairs well with stone fruits like peaches and plums. - Cinnamon: Sprinkle a dash of cinnamon powder over your fruit salad to add warmth and a hint of sweetness. It goes well with apples, pears, and bananas. - Nutmeg: Grate a little nutmeg over your fruit salad for a subtle and nutty flavor. It pairs well with tropical fruits and berries. - Ginger: Add a touch of spiciness and a zing to your fruit salad by incorporating grated ginger. It pairs well with citrus fruits and tropical fruits. - Add a Splash of Coconut Milk: For a tropical twist, try adding a splash of creamy coconut milk to your fruit salad. It will add a rich and indulgent flavor that pairs perfectly with the freshness of the fruits. - Serve with a Scoop of Ice Cream: Take your fruit salad to dessert level by serving it with a scoop of your favorite ice cream. The combination of sweet and tangy fruits with the creamy and cold ice cream is a match made in heaven. - Create a Fruit Parfait: Layer your summer fruit salad with yogurt and granola to create a refreshing and satisfying fruit parfait. It's a great option for a healthy breakfast or a light dessert. - Drizzle with Honey and Lime: Enhance the natural sweetness of the fruits by drizzling your fruit salad with a mixture of honey and lime juice. It will add a delightful tanginess and a touch of sweetness. - Q: What fruits are best for a summer fruit salad? A: The best fruits for a summer fruit salad include watermelon, strawberries, blueberries, pineapple, and grapes. These fruits are refreshing and provide a burst of flavor in every bite. - Q: How do I choose ripe and flavorful fruits? A: When selecting fruits for your salad, look for ones that are firm, vibrant in color, and have a sweet aroma. Avoid fruits that are overly soft or have bruises. - Q: How should I wash and prepare the fruits? A: Wash the fruits thoroughly under running water to remove any dirt or pesticides. For fruits with a tough skin like pineapple or melon, use a sharp knife to carefully remove the skin and then slice them into bite-sized pieces. - Q: Can I add citrus fruits to my salad? A: Absolutely! Citrus fruits like oranges and lemons can add a tangy and refreshing twist to your summer fruit salad. Peel and segment the citrus fruits before adding them to the salad. - Q: Are there any exotic fruits I can include? A: Yes, you can explore exotic fruits like dragon fruit, lychee, or passion fruit to make your summer fruit salad more unique and visually appealing. These fruits can add an element of surprise and explosion of flavors. - Q: How can I enhance the flavor of my fruit salad? A: Get creative by adding herbs like mint or spices like cinnamon to your fruit salad. These additions can elevate the taste and provide an extra burst of flavor. - Q: What dressing can I use for my fruit salad? A: You can make a simple and delicious dressing using honey, lemon juice, or yogurt. These ingredients enhance the sweetness of the fruits and add a creamy texture to the salad. - Q: How should I garnish and present my fruit salad? A: You can garnish your fruit salad with edible flowers, mint leaves, or a sprinkle of powdered sugar for an elegant touch. Serve it in a beautiful bowl or on a platter to make it visually appealing. - Q: Can I add variations to my summer fruit salad? A: Absolutely! You can add a splash of coconut milk to give your fruit salad a tropical twist. Another option is to serve it with a scoop of ice cream for a delightful dessert. Read the full article

[missmeinyourbones]

JUST ONE PIECE (DABI X READER) (WC: 1350+)

NOTE: this is literally just dabi x reader eating fruit. idk why it’s so long. yuna mentioned the vague concept to me one (1) time and i couldn’t stop myself from running w it ^v^

“i am citrus—

peel back my skin

open me and expose the soft wet inside”

- peel my orange every morning, ezra furman

When you’d returned home from work, you weren't empty-handed. 

Dabi had noticed your playful smirk and box in hand as you wordlessly beckoned him to join you at the small kitchen table for two. A bit skeptical but intrigued nonetheless, he slowly rises from his place sprawled across your couch and makes his way over to the kitchen stools.  

As you’re humming to yourself and grabbing two plates from the cupboard, he takes the opportunity to peek inside the white box. However, his eyebrows furrow in confusion at what sits inside. 

It’s a fruit platter—one of those fancy ones with expensive varieties where they cut the fruit into little shapes like stars and crescents. They're stacked in a decorative manner, and Dabi thinks it’s a bit stupid and pretentious to arrange fruit like this when it’s going to end up digesting in someone’s stomach all the same.

You knew Dabi was picky—he’s always been particular about his likes and dislikes, no matter how important the topic. Fruit was no different. 

Truthfully, you picked up the tray on your way home as a nice little treat for the two of you. However, the more you thought about it, the more you realized how little you actually knew of Dabi’s taste preferences. You were determined to learn more about his palate—applied to all things—and if a simple fruit platter helped you get just a bit closer to understanding that, then so be it. You were determined to help him find a fruit he enjoyed. 

After setting some plates down and making yourself comfortable at the table, you dodge Dabi’s suspicious glares as you poke and place a few different pieces of fruit onto your plate with a fork, before doing the same thing to his. You eagerly watch him push colorful berries around with his pointer finger, picking up a slender piece of honeydew and indulging in the world’s tiniest bite, before tossing it back onto the platter. 

“What about some pineapple?” you ask as you take a bite of the sticky piece glistening in your hand. It tastes bright and loud, like a bunch of little flavor soldiers are battling over the territory of your tongue. Dabi grimaces as he watches you take another bite, but his face visibly softens when you lick the juice dripping from your fingers. 

“Fuckin’ stings the roof of my mouth,” he grumbles.

“Aw,” you coo with teasing sympathy, shooting Dabi a pout. “want me to beat it up for you?”

He lightly snarls, but consciously chooses to remain silent as he continues to play with the colorful food on his plate. 

You try again, holding up a green grape in one hand and a purple in the other, dangling them in front of his face like tempting a dog with a treat—curious to see which one he’ll choose to suit his fancy. Your smile fades when his deadpan expression refuses to change. He scoffs before returning to picking at the half bitten apple slice on his plate.  

“C’mon, what’s wrong with grapes?” you whine like a child. 

“The skin is weird. Don’t like the crunch to it,” he states matter-of-factly. 

“Yeah, but then it’s soft in the middle,” you mumble as you bite the green one in half and rotate it in your hand, almost like you were proving to him that you weren't lying about the interior of the tiny fruit. 

“Exactly,” his nose scrunches in distaste again, “weird combination.”

Kinda like us, you want to say, but hold your tongue. If you’ve learned one thing about being with Dabi, it was not to push—even in silly scenarios like this. 

Dabi was like caring for a tedious flower. He needed just enough water to sustain himself, but not enough to drown in. Just enough sunlight to flourish, but too much and he’d overheat. He often shamefully walked the skewed tightrope of too much and not enough. It was a difficult line to balance, but you always tried.

A bit discouraged at his lack of enthusiasm, you find yourself now shuffling untouched pieces around your own plate, “You keep saying things you don’t like, I wanna hear something you do.”

Dabi sees your slight pout and it stings a little. All he’s ever been taught to do was to pick out the bad. Focus in on it, obsess over it, make it better or destroy it trying. It’s all he’s ever known, so he’s not sure why you’re so surprised when it still applies to his taste in fruit.

There’s a few moments of silence. Dabi continues to pick and prod at a few pieces of melon here and there, while you eventually stop sulking and go back to relishing in the sweetness of the fresh fruit. When he speaks up again, it surprises you.

“I like mango.”

You look up from your plate to find him chewing on a tiny cubed piece of the light orange fruit—and it takes everything in you to not let an accomplished smile spread across your face. You bite your lip to hold it back (which Dabi sees and pretends to ignore) as you encourage him a bit. 

“What do you like about it?” you ask innocently, as if the two of you aren't both very aware of what it is that you're trying to do. 

You're trying to get him to be positive—to indulge in something for the sole purpose of pleasure. To admit that he can like something without disdain or guilt. He knows. He sees right through your antics, yet he still finds himself humoring you. 

He finishes the piece in his hand and immediately picks up another one.

“It’s not like, painfully sour or sickeningly sweet,” he articulates. 

He’s never been good with words or describing things. He’s used to sitting in silence with his passion and pain, he doesn't know what it means to articulate. He looks up to see if you’re still following his bland yet honest attempt. 

You are—eyes bright and head nodding along at his incoherent words—so he continues. 

“It’s normal. It tastes—” he pauses, almost as if he’s searching for the right descriptor. 

You let him take a moment. You’d let him take as long as he needed to if it meant him actually liking something, communicating his feelings to you, even over something as silly as a piece of mango.

“Smooth,” he finally decides on, “it tastes smooth.” 

You can’t help but laugh a little at the odd yet accurate description of the fruit. You pick up a piece for yourself and plop it into your mouth, letting its sweetness dance along your tastebuds. You find yourself laughing again, but this time, it’s because you agree with him. 

“It does taste smooth,” you giggle with affirmation and Dabi struggles to hide his own smirk at your enthusiasm. 

You reach across the table and put a hand on his cheek, beckoning him closer to you. His face remains stoic but he complies without resistance, meeting you halfway as he leans in to kiss you. He can taste the leftover hint of mango nectar on your lips and he fights back a smile (which you feel due to the slight upward quirk of his lips, but you decide to let him have it in peace). You pull away and rub your lips together as if you just applied chapstick, before popping another piece of mango into your mouth. 

“How do I taste? Smooth?” you tease. 

“Yeah,” the sarcasm in his voice isn’t laced with malice in the slightest, but it’s there, “the smoothest.”

The two of you continue to sit and relish in the warmth of the scenario. Dabi eats a few more pieces of mango. You have one as well but eventually move on to pieces of melon and citrus, deciding to let him eat the rest of it, because he likes it. 

It’s a start, you think. A small one, but one nonetheless.

On your way home from work the following day, you physically can’t help yourself from stopping at the fruit vendor and buying a few ripe mangoes. You also can’t help but notice the faint blush creeping across Dabi’s face when he spots them sitting on the counter the next morning. 

[charlykingbishop]

Your Birthday with Kate Bishop

Brief Description: It’s your (r) 24th birthday, and your GF KB wants it to be special. A little romantic ficlet in an alternate universe where you live in new york and kate’s your gf.

Warning: smutty towards the end. You’ve been warned!! No minors pleaseeeeee. cigarette smoking, cursing, mentions of violence

A/N: I’m in love with Kate and had to express it. I’m not a huge MCU fan(yet), so please forgive me if something doesn’t seems wacky and non-canon. This is just some smutty/fluffy love dovey stuff. :)

A/N 2: If this gets a decent response, I may write up more of a backstory/plot to the reader-Kate story. Could be a multi-chapter romance fic in the works. Time will tell!

A/N 3: I highly recommend listening to the songs I mention while reading. For fun :) And, if you haven’t been to New York, some of the spots are a quick google image search away.

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You woke up gently, the heat of the sun warming your skin first. It was a hot morning in July. A few car honks are heard in the distance. And it happened to be your 24th birthday. 

You dozed back to sleep, and a half hour later, the smell of espresso drifting to your nostrils, you stir in bed. You browse your phone, replying to the deluge of "happy birthday!" texts and memes.

"There she is", Kate Bishop says, wearing an athletic tank top and sweats, hair tied up in a bun. A bit of her eye makeup smudged beneath her eyes. A coffee in hand. 

"Good morning" you smile, feigning exhaustion, rolling down into the sheets. 

She puts the coffee down on the side table fand climbs on top of the bed and over you, your weak arms no match for her toned ones. She kisses your forehead and cheeks, quickly.

"Happy birthday, baby", she says in the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You try to push her off, self conscious for having not brushed your teeth yet. 

"Thank you and get off me, I'm gross right now" you protest and she wrestles you down. 

"You know I don't care" and she kisses you squarely on the mouth. But, knowing your anxiety could get the best of you, she respects your space and lets you stand up.

You stand up and stretch, a bit dizzy from the kiss and standing up too fast, you’re not exactly sure which one at this point. Of course, she catches you, and dips you down as if you were dancing.

"Careful, we got a big day ahead of us. Surprise in the kitchen once you're ready". she gives you a peck on the cheek and skips out of the room.

You smile and head to the bathroom to get ready. 

You head to the living room and are immediately greeted by a room full of happy birthday balloons, purple, black, and white. Some were floating up to the ceiling and the rest were scattered all over the ground.

"Katie...what's all this?!" You shake your head, dazzled by your sweetheart of a girlfriend. 

"So it turns out blowing up balloons is way harder than it appears. I ran out of helium so the ones on the ground are all from right here, baby! Straight from the heart..er..straight from the lungs. OK, that's weird to say. Straight from the chest" She bangs on her chest. "Ow"

"You're such a dork"

"That I am. Okay come here, I made you something"

She covers your eyes with her hands and walks you over to the kitchen table.

"Don't peek"

You open your eyes and its a breakfast platter. Complete with pancakes, muffins, a fruit plate, a parfait, and, your favorite, two eggs with a strip of bacon in a smiley, and a cut up orange with some freshly squeezed orange juice. 

Kate grabs an orange, puts it in her mouth and smiles. 

"Cheeseeee" she says, the orange slice covering her teeth. How this dork saved the city multiple times was beyond you. 

"Babe you're clinically insane. I can't believe you did this. How early did you get up?" It was only 8 am, and this must have taken her at least a few hours. 

"It didn't take long at all!"

"Kate." you give her an unconvinced look. 

"I got up....an hour ago?" she says, knowing you didn't believe it. 

You lift an eyebrow and smirk.

"Okay, three hours ago. But that's not the point!" She pulls you into her lap to sit by the table. "It's my baby's birthday....of course I went all out. Eat up!"

She watches you, eyes wide and face full of anticipation before your first bite of the pancakes and muffins she made from scratch, as evidenced by the flour on her forehead and mess of a kitchen.

“Do you want some?” you ask, mouth full.

“I’ve only got one fork”

“Kate, what the fuck?”

“I’m one person!”

"I'm one human. You can't expect me to eat all this by myself" you say between bites. 

"No no, But I just want to see your reactions! Is it good??"

You roll your eyes and continue to eat.

"Uh huh. You want a bite?"

You cut a piece of the pancake and bring the fork to her mouth.

"Okay wow, turns out I'm not just a badass archer but ALSO a great cook. You bagged a baddie."

"I'm well aware"

You continue like this, feeding each other while you sit on her lap. Local news is on in the background and you eat, you feeding Kate a grape every so often without turning away from the screen. 

"A woman was attacked in the subway early this morning while returning home from work. The 32 year old Bronx resident was found..."

Current events of the world were always disheartening. You look at Kate, her expression somber. This was one of the things you loved most about your hero. She cared deeply about everyone, everything she did. She wanted to do whatever she could to help people.

**Two years ago**

You were working in a small, west village café to pay your way through undergraduate. Studying in Manhattan was no easy task if you don't take money from your parents. One cold evening, a disheveled black haired girl wearing a grey check overcoat came into the store around closing time. 

"Hey.  I live right down the street, I'm here all the time, I have a punch card and everything" she says, breathless.

"I-" you stutter.

"Listen I have to leave this bag here for a minute. I swear I'll be back in 5 minutes, just finishing something up" Kate says, halfway out the door

"We're clo-" you start and are interrupted

"THANK YOU! I'll be right back"

You stand there confused, an expensive Mr. Porter Nylon Duffle Bag next to you with the initial's K. Bishop embroidered in purple on the side. Clearly, this Bishop girl came from wealth and didn't give a rat's ass if this bag was stolen. She had no reason to trust you, and you could have easily pawned just this bag for a grand, let alone whatever was inside. The thought crosses your mind, but you were honestly too chicken to follow through. Kate. What a weirdo.

She returns, two hours after closing. And thanks you profusely for your help. You don't ask too many questions, but she asks if she can buy you dinner to pay you back. You later find out it was just a bag of her arrows and archery gear, which she left to go fight some enemies with Clint. The rest was history.

**Present** 

You continue to watch Kate, watching the TV transfixed.  

"A disastrous fire takes the life of a young family of four"

"Family freezes to death in winter storm"

"Gregory H. Watts, CEO of premier venture capital firm GW Ventures indicted in money laundering scheme"

She sighs against your shoulder. 

"Hey, stay with me, we can change the channel" you tuck one of her long locks which broke free from her bun behind her ear and change the channel to Bravo to watch some housewives re-run.

"I just feel like no matter what we do...people are just going to keep getting hurt. Whether I'm there or not, whether there's a cause or not. I can't...Clint can't...The avengers can't stop all of it." 

You kneel on the ground next to her. 

"Kate. I know you're a hero, but you're also a person. We're still so young. And you've done so much good for the world already. You've saved lives. How many twenty-four year olds can say that? I certainly can’t"

She smiles lightly but you see her eyes glistening. 

"I don't want to sound like a nihilist, but as long as people are people..there's always going to be darkness in the world. All we have to do is hope, slowly but surely, we can balance it out by the best we can. And not lose ourselves in the process." You hold both of her hands and kiss the knuckle of her index finger. 

"Not to mention, you're literally the new Hawkeye. You're setting a good example for so many young people." Another kiss on her palm. "You inspire everyone. You inspire me." You gaze at her, hoping she feels the truth in what you're saying. 

Kate smiles through her tears, clearly cheered up. "I'm everyone's Hawkeye. I'm your Kate". she says softly and pulls you back into her lap.

"You're my baby girl" you say to her and she nuzzles into your shoulder. 

Kate exhales and you keep eating, the mood back to lighthearted in no time. 

"Okay. I have SO much more planed for today it's not even funny how late we are" the brunette states, standing up.

You smile and get ready with Kate. You were much shorter than her, so you couldn't wear all of her clothes but some key pieces were in your heavy rotation including an oversized jean jacket and her aviators. 

You wear a tank top with push-up bra, an a-line skirt and stan smiths.  You'd been working out a lot in anticipation of the summer. You stand in front of the mirror adding some jewelry and light mascara. Kate comes up behind you at the mirror, pressing herself to your toned bum, kissing your neck, and grabbing your right boob.

"You tease"

"I thought you said we were late..." you say, teasing her

"We are. But you look so good like this. You're torturing me" she says, smelling your hair and grinding against you.

You loved that by dating Kate, you knew what turned her on. Gold hoops. Your hair up. Nail polish. Tight skirts. Your visible cleavage and your décolletage. Perfume at the nape of your neck. Rings. She wouldn't say it, but Kate liked to fuck girly girls. Everything was on today and you smirked, proud of your work. 

You knew how sexual she was. And boy, she had an incredibly high sex drive. Two years in and the girl was still horny all the time. Oftentimes when you'd be away only for a few days, you'd find her masturbating to photos of you and her.

 For her last birthday, you essentially did not leave the bed. Well, the metaphorical bed. You did fuck in a pool, on the kitchen table, on the floor, and basically any other surface you could find. She was an expressive, vulnerable, lover. Completely uninhibited when she came. You loved her vulnerable like that. You loved feeling sexy and desired. 

You turn around and kiss her. You make out for a few seconds, you see a flush developing along her neck. And then she stops you, your own center throbbing in anticipation. 

"But you're right."  She exhales deeply, trying to slow her pulse rate. "As much as I want to fuck you. Patience is a virtue baby. We are late." she smiles mischievously, and you place your tongue in your cheek and raise your eyebrows, genuinely shocked that Kate could stop herself. 

You grab her denim jacket, which smelled like her perfume Moro Dabron, and you two were out the door.

The first stop on the birthday day was SoHo. Kate checked her phone notes

"Okay, we're going to make up for lost time now. Here we are"

You hated to admit it, but you loved fancy clothes. You could be vain when you wanted to be. Kate always had money and designer things were nothing new to her. Her gifts to you were luxurious, although you got the sense she didn't even look at price tags when buying things. In fact, on your first date, she wore gucci loafers, and designer ripped jeans. You’re sure her outfit cost as much as your rent. 

To you, though, these were unattainable luxuries. You developed your taste slowly, over time, coveting pieces of your bosses and richer coworkers. You would never imagine buying any of these things. But-- it was fun to try things on. As a Bishop, Kate easily got private dressing rooms.

"I picked these out for you" Kate comes back to the dressing room with a pile of clothes. A leather skirt, a strapless plum dress, a denim skirt, a white suit. She brought some clothes for herself as well, and she dressed more androgynous than you did. You try on the dress, carefully noting her eyeing you as you put it on. Horndog. 

"How do I look?" she says, hands displaying her denim shirt. She looked like a cowboy and you laugh.

"Like a million dollars." and she smiles, straightening her posture with pride. You knew she liked feeling strong. Clothes were power.

"With the smile though?? Phew" you puff your cheeks and exhale. "A billion. Probably what that costs."

"Yeah? Think I should get it?"

"Whatever you like babe"

"No- whatever YOU like. Pick something and it's yours" She says nonchalantly. still fixing the buttons on her sleeve.

"Very funny, Kate"

"No, I'm serious. C'mon it your birthday. Please let me get you something"

You hesitate. You'd never want Kate to think you're with her for her money. She was so much more than that. You love Kate for Kate, not for the Bishop or Hawkeye name.

"I really don't want anything. I just wanna be with you today"

"And I really wanna bend you over in this dress" she says, hands fully roaming across the front of the dress. 

"Something tells me you had ulterior motives with this dress choice"

"Can neither confirm nor deny"

The archer pouts and gives you a kiss in the dressing room. It's surrounded by mirrors and jokingly she looks up, hands still on your ass. 

"Wow, wouldn't this be a great place to record our sex tape?" 

You audibly laugh out loud and punch her in the shoulder. She bought the dress anyway.

You CitiBike up to the next place in no time: Central Park. 

"You've really never done this before?" you say, shocked that a New Yorker could go this long without taking a row boat ride on “the Lake”. It was a high school dating rite of passage. 

"I was saving it for someone special" Kate says sheepishly, the first shy thing she's said all day. 

"Did you bring some wine? Cause that was way too cheesy"

She sticks her tongue out at you. But, also a small flask from her napsack. 

"In fact, dear girlfriend of mine, I did pack some.....Rosé all day babyyyy" she exclaims, and a few tourists on the sidelines turn their heads

"Pipe down Bishop. You're gonna get us kicked off these boats" you plead

"'Rosé all day babyyy'" she repeats, almost whispering. 

You take a swig, the wine a refreshing respite from the sweltering day.  You pass it to her and she takes one, and starts rowing. You pick up an oar. 

"Nope. Not happening. Put it down. This is the benefit of an archer girlfriend. Plus, you weigh like, 12 pounds. Relax and enjoy"

You smile and lean back, letting Kate have her moment. She plays a song on her phone called "All I want" by Anna of the North.

All I want, is your love and emotion All I want, is your warmth and devotion

Her muscle tee revealed her strong, sculpted shoulders. You two row along the lake, lackadaisically enjoying the slow summer day. You stare at her, buzzing. You can tell she feels you staring at her though she's looking away. 

"What?" she says, blushing. She worked up a little sweat from rowing in the hot sun. 

"I would do anything in the world with you...but this might be my favorite" you say out loud, the wine heady and affecting you. You must have been dehydrated. The raft is paused, and you two look at each other from opposite sides of the boat.

"Mine too" She states.  A beat passes. "Well, actually, not my favorite favorite, but a close second" she says, grinning.

You roll your eyes. Your girlfriend was an insane goof. 

A couple of hours later, you're holding hands outside Big Gay Ice Cream in the west village. You opted for a cone of their rocky road and she got the Dorothy.

Her phone rings. Clint Barton. 

"Gah I thought I put this on do not disturb, what the hell. Give me a sec babe" and Kate hands you her cone and licks her thumb where some ice cream dripped. 

"You better be dying Clint, you know it's my girlfriend's birthday" she smiles at you. 

You look down while she replies and have a bite of her ice cream. Something you realized would have been utterly gross with anyone else but was intimate with someone you love.  You stare into the west village streets, content you can hold your girlfriend's hand in peace. 

"Wait wait WAIT. back up, hold on. You're talking too fast" she plugs her ear with her finger. She mouths "one sec" and turns away from the noisy street. You kick your sneakers against the pavement, double fisting and catching any drips from both cones. 

Her phone conversation continues. You hear bits and pieces of the call, and it didn't sound good. 

"But how..."

"When did they- "

A minute or so passes. Kate looks much more somber. 

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes." she hangs up. 

"What's wrong?" you state. You were used to this. Kate's line of work was erratic and with organized crime, there's no halting for superhero's girlfriend's birthdays.

"I-- we're not exactly sure. Yelena's been kidnapped. We think it's the tracksuits again. I'm-" she starts choking up a bit. 

"Kate. Go. Please. They need you"

She looks at you, her deep blue doe eyes full of guilt. 

She purses her lip for second and considers staying. Ultimately, she nods and kisses your forehead, jetting off in the opposite direction. As your tears slip, you're so grateful you wore her aviators.  

Luckily, being alone is second nature. Kate was busy, whether she was working for her mom at Bishop Securities or literally saving the world. You entertain yourself for the rest of the afternoon and early evening, 

11:09 PM

You're 4 episodes into watching the new season of The Bachelor, oddly invested. Lucky is lazing on your lap, and you two were having a cozy evening. Sure it wasn't a birthday extravaganza, but you knew it came with the territory.

Besides- despite knowing how inane and staged this show was, you could get into it rather quickly. You let it slide since it's your birthday. 

"What the hell? Jessica of all people? She's so two-faced. isn’t that right, lucky? " He barks and you scratch behind his ear. He just gets it. 

There's a rustling at the door. Instinctively, you grab the knife you keep with you since you've been attacked at home on multiple occasions before. Kate stumbles in and you drop the knife. She's in her hawkeye uniform now. 

"Baby I'm so sorry" she says, and places a few bags in her hand on the counter, along with some flowers and her bow and quiver. 

She approaches you and kisses you deeply, resting her forehead on yours. 

"Don't be sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" you grab her hands and notice some small wounds, so you kiss them tenderly. 

"It's all okay. We beat them again. Yelena's safe." She breathes. "I'm just so sorry I had to go..I missed your birthday evening. And I had so much planned." she starts rambling, something that happens when she gets panicked. "We were going to go dance and go to dinner and I had this whole romantic night planned and now its ruined" she starts full-on crying. "And now I'm crying and making it worse" she says between sobs.

"Baby, baby. BABY. breathe. Look at me". You angle your face so you're in her eye line. "Everything's okay. I'm safe, you're safe." 

"But our night...your birthday..." a tear trickles down her cheek and you kiss it away, tasting salt and blood from a wound on her face. 

"Were you planning on this being the last one we spend together? Are you planning on dumping me anytime soon?" You're holding her face, smiling and try to get her to laugh.

"No...of course not..." she lightens up. 

" C'mon baby girl. Let's get you cleaned up."

Kate washes up and comes back to the living room, but she's holding your all-time favorite, vanilla cannoli cake from Ferara's with a single candle in the middle.

"Happy birthday to you..Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday dear Y/N...happy birthday to you" she sings. Her voice was beautiful.  "No birthday's complete without a cake"

"Thank you, Katie" You state as she feeds you a bite, and then smears a bit on your lips and nose.

"Oh sorry that was an accident". The archer does it again, but this time there's even more cake. "Oh that too, god I'm just SO clumsy" She states, and licks her fingers knowingly. 

"Let me help you with that" she states, voice husky now. 

You laugh as she kisses you, her lips and tongue tickling you as she gets the frosting off your face and slides her hands under your shirt.

"I'm sorry -- were you not just emotionally distraught and crying a minute ago?!?" you say, hoping the joke lands and doesn't upset her.

"Yeah well" she kisses your neck and palms your breasts over your shirt. "I was in the bathroom washing up and remembered this morning. AND Now I'm horny. Besides" she kisses again "it's your birthday...you know what that means"

She leans over to her phone which is hooked up to the Bluetooth speaker in the room and presses play. Jeremih's Birthday Sex starts blaring out, and you almost roll off the couch laughing. 

She sings along with the words and continues to make out with you, her large hands everywhere at once. Yours are lost in her gorgeous hair. 

It's your birthday, so I know you want to ride out Even if we only go to my house Sip mo-eezy as we sit upon my couch Feels good, but I know you want to cry out

You say you want passion, I think you found it Get ready for action, don't be astounded We switching positions, you feel surrounded Tell me where you want your gift, girl

At that last line, she grinds into you and you feel she's packing. You audibly gasp, realizing she must have put it on after her shower. 

"All for you" she says in your ear. "You've been such a good girl today. Thank you baby". She takes your bottom lip in her mouth, biting down. Your whole body is ablaze and you feel yourself getting wet. She tugs at your tank and its off in a second. Your bra's been off for the whole evening.

"Easy access, I like this" she kisses between your breasts and licks a line up to your pulse point, kissing and sucking until you start to grind your hips into her, desperate for some friction. 

"Let's take this to the bedroom" she states matter-of-factly. She picks you up, bridal style, and places you on the bed. She's put some rose petals on the duvet and has lit two candles. The speakers continue to blare, and Kate's sex playlist has clearly been updated recently. 

"Candles? Daddy's a sap" you tease. You try to remain composed and witty while being incredibly turned on. 

She chuckles, her voice low still.

"Call me daddy again" she says, sliding her pants down to reveal herself. She continues to make out with you and travels down, kissing along your belly and thighs. She exhales over your center, and you need her mouth. You look down and she's smiling, kissing your inner thighs and playing with your pubic hair. "I didn't hear you little girl"

"Daddy..please touch me..." you say, strained

"Since you asked so nicely". she proceeds to eat you out, and it's only a matter of minutes before you're seeing stars.

Not even close to done, she lets you come down from your high and starts to tease your entrance with the strap. You know she's enjoying it, the power play being her favorite dynamic in the bedroom. 

She puts a finger inside you and you reflexively clench. She groans.

"Fuck baby...and I'm the horny one?" She adds another finger. 

"Kate bishop...you better fuck me now" you say, sick on the teasing. 

"With pleasure"

She's so turned on and the restraint in her face is turning you on even more. She enters you, gently at first and then starts to rhythmically fuck you, watching your face for reactions and changing her pace accordingly. She puts you to the side and holds your leg up, your favorite position. She's a giver, pounding you, and she's so focused on making you cum. And you do. again and again. and again. 

Some hours later, Kate rolls over next to you. Her neck, face. and chest are completely flushed. She's sweating and her hair is slick and stuck to her forehead. It's dark in the bedroom, the candle almost out, and she scoots over to lay her head down in your lap.

You sit up, and take a cigarette and lighter out of the side drawer. You take a deep drag and exhale away from Kate. You weren't a smoker, but this was a special occasion. There were certain situations where cigarettes after sex were just warranted. 

You lazily play with Kate's hair, damp with sweat, brushing it out of her hair and massaging her scalp. 

"Baby...I really love...sex" Kate says, half asleep. You can't help but smile at your archer. 

"I know you do." you laugh and kiss her ear. You take another drag.

"Did that feel good? Anything I can do better next time?" Kate says. Your heart flows with tenderness for the girl. She's half asleep, spent from fucking you senseless, asking for constructive feedback. 

"It was amazing. You are amazing " you continue to run your fingers through her hair. 

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for the evening" she says

"Don't be a moron. Every day with you is my birthday. I love you so much "

"I love you too"

-END-

[shiftylookingcrow]

A (not comprehensive) List of Little Self Care Things I Do When Everything Feels Like Too Much:

Bathing

Wash just your body, or just your hair. You may not be completely clean, but you ARE cleaner

Still feels like too much? No problem!

Take off any jewelry from your hands/wrists and wash your hands up to your elbows, just taking your time

Then wash your arm pits and groin, those are the stinkiest parts of the body

If you're feeling up to it, wash your face too

Once you're done washing, take your favorite body lotion and massage it in anywhere you washed

Shaving

Shaving takes time and patience (especially if you prefer to be mostly hairless), but you don't have to go through the whole process every time

Wanna wear that cute tank top/crop top but don't feel comfortable with how hairy your pits are today?

JUST shave your arm pits then

Wanna wear shorts/capries/a skirt, but feel your legs are too fuzzy?

Where on your legs do the cuffs/hem sit? JUST shave from there down

Facial hair looking kinda scruffy? Got an electric shaver? It won't give you as close a shave as a razor, but it'll help neaten you up a bit

After any shaving, get back in there with your lotion and work it in well

Laundry

Don't have the energy to drag that big basket you've been avoiding down to the washing machine? Out of clothes but need something to wear tomorrow?

Wash ONLY what you'll need for the next 1 or 2 days. A smaller load means less to put away after

Need a bra/binder/mask/etc for tomorrow? Wash ONE, then hang it to dry with a fan blowing on it.

The air movement will help it dry faster, and while it may not be 100% dry by morning, it should be dry enough to wear comfortably

This can be done for underwear and socks as well

Dental

Mouth feeling like sandpaper, but you still can't find it in you to go through the whole tooth care routine?

JUST brush your teeth before bed. You can floss in the morning

No energy to get in there and really scrub like your dentist told you to? Even just a quick scrub is better than nothing

You know those little Gum brand toothpick things? With runber bristles on them? They can't replace proper flossing, but the CAN at least get the worst of the gunk from between your teeth

Food

Hungry but can't bring yourself to put together a whole meal? That's okay!

Get all the fixings for a sandwich (bread, spreads, cheese, meat, etc), put them on a plate and eat that. You're still eating a sandwich, it's just not an assembled sandwich

Want a smoothy, but don't want to fuss with the blender? Put it all together as a yogurt bowl instead

Want a salad? Grab a couple lettuce leaves, a stick of celery, half a tomato, or whatever else you'd have in there, and toss it on a plate. Grab some dressing (or not) and you've got a personal size veggie platter

Cut an orange in half and eat the pulp out with a spoon

Cut an apple in half, and eat JUST one half. You can save the other half for later, or eat it right after the first if you feel up to it

Cutting a banana in half and squeezing out the fruit means you don't have to worry about those gross stringy bits

Simple Smoothie Recipe:

1 banana

1 egg

1 tsp vanilla extract

1 tsp honey/sugar

Milk (dairy, soy, almond, whichever)

Berries, yogurt, chocolate chips, jam (optional)

Directions

Put all ingredients except milk in a blender (or 4 cup measure if using a hand mixer)

Pour in milk until ingredients are ALMOST covered. There should be about 1 inch/2.5 cm of solid ingredients visible

Blender/mix for 30-60 seconds, or until desired consistency. Pour into your favorite glass, or drink straight from the container

Simple baked potato:

Clean a medium to large potato and use a fork to stab holes down the sides and at each end. Depending on the size, you should have stab your potato somewhere around 9-12 times.

Place the potato in the microwave just off of center, one end facing the center of the spinning plate

Microwave for 15 minutes, flipping the potato end for end after every 5 minutes

Put the potato on a plate with some sour cream or ranch dressing, and dip it like a big ol' french fry

House Cleaning

Feel like there's too many dishes? Pick ONE place setting (bowl, plate, knife, fork, spoon, cup), and ONE pot/pan, and clean those. Do the same at the end of each meal, and while it might take a while, you'll eventually get things down to a manageable level

Dust bunnies breeding in the corners? Pick ONE room or hallway every couple days and just clean there. ONE clean room is better than NO clean rooms

Your room is so messy you don't know where to start? Every time you enter your room, put ONE thing back where it belongs. Every time you leave your room, take one thing that doesn't belong out with you and put it where it belongs.

Sink looking kind of gross? Give it a quick wipe down the next time you wash your hands

Toilet needs a clean? Pick a part (lid, seat, back or bowl) and just clean that bit. Even if you're just wiping some of the dust off the back.

Scum ring building up in the shower/bathtub? Give it a quick scrub next time you bathe. Maybe you don't get the whole thing, but you DID make a start.

Fitness

No energy for a full walk? If you can, walk around your house/apartment building. You might not have gone far, but you were UP and you were OUTSIDE.

Can't get out for whatever reason? Are there stairs in your house? In your apartment building? If you can, walk up and down those a few times.

Not really able to do stairs? Do some simple stretches instead.

Reach down and try to touch your toes, holding for 20 seconds. Reach up over your head as high as you can, holding for 20 seconds. Repeat 5 times

Sitting in a chair, reach your right hand across your body and over your left shoulder and try to grab the back of the chair without lifting your butt. Hold for 20 seconds. Do the same with your left arm, holding for 20 seconds. Repeat 5 times

Standing, or sitting on a chair, gently pull your head towards your shoulder (right hand, right shoulder; left hand, left shoulder), reaching the other hand down towards the ground. Hold for 20 seconds, then gently push your head upright again (lifting your head with just your neck muscles can cause them to seize after a stretch). Repeat 5 times

Miscellaneous

Need to trim your nails, but don't feel like sitting through both hands? Pick one finger on each hand, and just trim that nail. Do another nail on each hand tomorrow, and another the day after that. You don't have to do them all at once

Having trouble remembering to drink enough water? Find a water bottle/mug/glass that you like and try to keep it near you as much as possible. I find actually having a bottle with me helps me remember to keep sipping.

Still having trouble with your water intake? Fruit and veggies (specifically like apples, oranges, tomatoes, bell peppers and avocados to name a few) have high water content and can help keep you hydrated

Even if you can't get to sleep, lieing in bed with your eyes closed is more restful than trying to wear yourself out by reading or something

Alternatively, doing some mild stretches, or a few sit ups/push ups/jumping jacks can help wear you out without engaging your brain too much

You are aloud to say "no". You don't even need to give a reason. If everything feels like too much, taking on more responsibility will only make it worse, which will only make your output poorer as a result.

A reminder that this is by no means a complete list, just some things I've found helpful in my journey through adhd, depression, and anxiety. Not all tasks need to be done all at once. Maybe you can't do much, but that doesn't invalidate the some you did. Just because you take longer to do a task doesn't mean your bad at it, or that it isn't worth doing. You'll get there when you get there.

Please feel free to add to this post, I'd love to see what self care tricks other people are using!

[yeet-me-dad-dy]

Happy Birthday Mammon, '21

Warnings: Smooches

Summary: You take Mammon to the human realm for his birthday.

Characters: Mammon x GN Reader

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall we date?

You woke early the day of Mammon’s birthday, before anyone but Lucifer was up, and padded on bare feet to his bedroom. The door was cracked, and soft orange light spilled lazily into the hall. You pushed the door open, stepped in, and closed it silently behind you. Lucifer stood in front of his wardrobe as he got dressed.

“Morning,” you greeted with a yawn.

“Good morning,” he replied as he turned toward you with a lazy smile.

“Is everything set for today?”

He nodded and finished buttoning his shirt, then reached for his vest.

“Barbatos is expecting you before dinner tonight, and then tomorrow around noon. My D.D.D is on and charged, should you need anything or Mammon gets into trouble, and my brothers have been instructed to be nice to him… As nice as they can be, anyway.”

You smiled and released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. If Lucifer was confident that all was prepared, then you could relax. You just really wanted Mammon’s birthday to be perfect.

“Thanks for helping me with this, Lucifer,” you said.

“Of course. Mammon may be the scummiest of us, but I suppose he does deserve a good day now and then.”

You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. You hated when they said things like that about him.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “That’s a habit I’m actively trying to break.”

“You’re forgiven,” you chuckled.

You didn’t need to get into another fight about how the brothers treat Mammon. You’d already thoroughly ripped into each of them more than once. Gratefully, they seemed to be trying to be nicer, at the very least.

“Mammon is very lucky to have you, you know,” Lucifer said, suddenly serious. “You’re good for him. You make him happy, and I’m very glad that he has you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, but luckily you knew that he didn’t need an answer. You thanked him one last time before you returned to your room to make some phone calls.

You made the brothers a human world breakfast of eggs, toast, sausage, and fresh fruits. Afterward, Mammon sheepishly invited you to go out to the casinos and shops with him, which you gladly agreed to. The demon never stopped grinning, even when he lost money, and he was much handsier than normal, from linking his arm with yours, to pulling you onto his lap while he played at the tables, to hugging you when he won big. He even bought you some things. Very un-Mammon-like.

“Man, I’m feeling GOOD today!” he exclaimed as you left the casino hand in hand.

“Well, it is your birthday,” you chuckled.

He laughed and swung his arm back and forth like a child, taking your hand with it.

“Nah, I think it’s cuz you’re here. You’re like my lucky charm.”

You smiled and tried to hide the blush that dusted your cheeks. You quickly checked your watch, and your stomach twisted with both excitement and anxiety. It was time.

“C’mon, Mammon, let’s head to Diavolo’s castle. I have a surprise for you.”

His eyes went wide and his face lit up.

“Don’t tell me ya got him to give me one of those big expensive artifacts he keeps chained down so that I can’t steal it!”

You laughed and pulled him along behind you.

“Sorry, not this time. I think you’ll like what I have planned, though.”

You walked hand-in-hand through the city, beneath colorful lights and past beautiful architecture. The Devildom truly was beautiful. Finally, the castle loomed menacingly before you, but instead of fear, you felt comfort and a sense of home. After all, Diavolo was the only reason you had come to the Devildom to begin with. You pushed the heavy front door open and Mammon followed you in. Barbatos was waiting for you, just as Lucifer had said he would be. Mammon eyed him, confused.

“Is Barbatos my present..?”

The steward laughed and shook his head.

“Happy birthday, Mammon. Come with me please,” he greeted.

There was a bounce in Mammon’s step as he followed eagerly after. Barbatos walked so quickly, you nearly had to jog to keep up with him. You supposed he had to be quick if he was going to do everything he had to do in a day in a timely manner. He led you and Mammon into the Hall of Doors, stopping before a door you recognized immediately. It was big, made with crimson wood and intricately carved. Beautiful stained glass made up the majority of the upper half of the door, and an iron door handle with a classic keyhole had an old key sticking out of it. Your key.

“What are we doin’ here?” Mammon asked, now even more confused than before.

Barbatos simply gestured toward the door. Mammon looked to you for a mix of permission and comfort, which you provided with a nod of your head. He stepped up to the door, reached for the handle, and turned the key. The door swung open silently on its hinges, revealing a stunning dark wood and white marble entryway.

“Where is this?” he asked hesitantly, though his eyes were bright as they followed up the double staircase, to the balconies above, then the huge crystal chandelier, crown moulding, and gold accents. His breath caught in his chest.

“It’s my house,” you said, and he turned to look at you so quickly that you were sure he gave himself whiplash.

“You’re jokin’,” he said, expression blank.

You smiled and shook your head.

“You can go in. You’re gonna stay in my house with me tonight.”

His eyes widened once more as he gazed back through the doorway. He stepped inside. You thanked Barbatos, took your key from the door, and shut it behind you.

“Welcome to my world,” you chuckled.

You watched him fondly as he wandered around the foyer, touching everything he could.

“This would sell for so much…” you heard him whisper as he picked up a small bust of Achilles from the antique table against the left wall.

He turned to look at you, bust still in hand.

“You never told me you’re rich!” he exclaimed.

You smirked, shrugged, and strode toward him.

“I didn’t want you to like me for my money.”

He nodded and begrudgingly put the bust back in place.

“Ah, Master Y/N, you’re home.”

You both turned to acknowledge the newest presence in the room. An old man with dark skin emerged from the archway across the room. His hair was cut short, balding and white, he had white stubble on his jaw, deep laugh lines painted his face, and his silver eyes sparkled with the memories of a life filled with joy.

“Jacobi,” you greeted as you jogged forward to envelop the man in a hug.

You motioned Mammon over to introduce him.

“Mammon, this is Jacobi, my steward. He’s worked for my family since he was a young man. He raised me.”

The demon reached out to shake your steward’s gloved hand.

“Well, ya did a good job,” he told him. “Ya raised Y/N right.”

Jacobi chuckled, his eyes nearly closing with the size of his grin, revealing more deep creases in his face.

“Well thank you, sir,” he replied. “That means a lot to me, hearin’ you say that.”

His voice carried the usual crackliness that human voices tend to do as they get old, and he was soft spoken, but it was the kind of voice that demanded you stop and listen.

He turned his attention back to you.

“You’re right on time, young master, dinner is ready to be served.”

He gestured toward the archway in between the two staircases across the room. You clapped him gently on the shoulder, rested a hand on Mammon’s lower back, and led the demon into the dining room.

“Dinner?” Mammon asked as he regarded the long dining table and high-backed chairs with deep red cushions.

“Yeah. Lucifer told me you’d never had Italian food, so I had my chefs make some of my favorite dishes for you to try.”

“You have personal chefs!?”

You chuckled and nodded.

You sat at the head of the table and Mammon sat to your right. There was a black lace table runner along the length of the dark wooden surface. In the very middle of the table was a centerpiece of candles, fruits, bones, feathers, and other natural materials like moss and pinecones. He noticed one fruit that looked surprisingly similar to a human heart. He also took note of the chandelier above, the dark baseboards on white walls, and the grand stone fireplace set into the far end of the room, with wolves and ravens carved into black wood and affixed above the mantel. All in all, he was feeling equal measures of wonder and unease.

“Did you choose these decorations?” he asked as servants filed out of the door behind him with platter after platter of food.

You nodded in response to his question.

He waited for the platters to be set down and the servants to leave before he said, “It’s very… dark. Guess that’s why ya like the devildom so much, huh?”

You laughed and shook your head, then reached forward to serve yourself. Mammon followed your example and piled his plate high with a little bit of everything.

“The Devildom is my home, Mammon. And I don’t like it there because it’s dark and spooky, though that does help. I like it there because you guys are there. My favorite demons. My family.”

Your gaze caught his and he turned away to hide his blush. Then, the greedy demon that he is, he ate and ate and ate until you had to stop him.

“Easy there, Mammon. I have more planned for tonight. Don’t make yourself sick.”

He stopped with his fork in his mouth and looked at you with a brow raised.

“More?” he asked around his food.

“Mmhmm. What, you didn’t think I brought you here just for dinner, did you?”

He finally swallowed, put his fork down, and then washed it all down with some red wine.

“I didn’t know what to think. No one told me this was planned.”

You smiled, your sparkling eyes never leaving his, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if you knew about it, now would it?”

He smirked.

“I guess not.”

You checked your watch and then pushed yourself away from the table.

“It’s almost 9:30pm. C’mon, I need to go to the bathroom and then we can leave. I don’t want to be late.”

“Go?” he asked. “We’re not stayin’ here?”

He hopped up and followed after you, back into the foyer and then up the stairs and down a hallway. He waited for you to finish in the bathroom, then stuck to your side like glue as you led him out of the house and into a garage filled with expensive cars. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide as his brain malfunctioned from the sheer value of what was before him. He’d never seen so many fancy cars in one place, let alone all belonging to one person. He nearly sprinted over to the nearest car, a blue and black Lamborghini, and peered in the window.

“Pick one to take,” you said as you strode up to him.

He was overwhelmed. There were so many! Finally, he picked the lamborghini. He hopped into the passenger seat, vibrating with excitement. You started the engine, and Mammon beamed when you gave him control over the music. You made him buckle up before you would leave, and then pulled out into the night. It was warm out, with a sweet-smelling cool breeze. Mammon gazed out his window like a child going to DisneyLand as you drove him through the city streets toward your destination. You finally turned onto a road where Mammon could see towering structures and bright, colorful lights at the end. He turned to you, eyes wide.

“A carnival?” he asked.

You smiled and nodded, and his excitement only grew when you parked the car on the side of the street and got out. He scrambled after you, taking your hand instinctively as he saw the sea of bodies awaiting within. It was a habit he had taken up without realizing it. Whenever there was a crowd and he was afraid to lose you, he would take your hand in his. Sometimes, if it was really crowded, he would put his arm around you and pull you close to him so that you didn’t get separated.

He breathed in deeply, taking in all of the smells of the human world, from popcorn, cotton candy, and corndogs, to the sweat of the people, the hot grease from the food trucks, and the stench of the outhouses. He couldn’t be happier. You glanced at your watch again.

“We got here in good time,” you told him. “We can go on some rides and play games if you want, but at 11, I want us to go on the ferris wheel.”

He agreed with no protest, so you found the nearest token machine and fed it a few bucks.

“All yours,” you said as you handed him his half.

He grinned and enveloped you in a hug.

“You’re the best!”

You squeezed him back, then he pulled away.

“C’mon, let’s play games!”

He dragged you from game to game, ride to ride, reveling in the sights and sounds of the human world. He had been to your realm before, of course, but never for something like this. Never for something so fun.

As 11pm rolled around, the two of you made your way toward the ferris wheel, giggling like children. Mammon was holding a big stuffed dragon plushie you won for him at the water gun game in one arm, and he had your hand in the other. There was a long line for the ferris wheel, full of people hoping to be at the top when the big event starts. You led Mammon past the line, however, and to the ride operator at the front. His expression was irritated and stern when you approached, but softened when you handed him a ticket. Then, he opened the door to the bucket and you pulled Mammon inside. You sat on the same side as him, despite the tilting of the bucket, facing the water.

“What was that?” he asked as you checked your watch again and the ride began to move.

“There’s an auction for that every weekend night. The winner gets to be at the top of the ferris wheel when it starts.

“When… what starts?”

You chuckled.

“You’ll see. Give it a minute.”

Mammon waited, almost anxiously, for whatever it was that you had brought him here for. As casually as he could manage, he slipped his hand into yours. You gave it a soft squeeze and smiled over at him. The ride brought you two to the top of the ferris wheel, and then stopped, the bucket swinging gently as its momentum died out. There was a change in the music below, and while he couldn’t quite hear the lyrics, Mammon could tell that it had slowed down, morphed into a melody much softer than the alt rock from before. You moved your hand from his so that you could link arms with him, and then you wiggled closer, squishing yourself against him so that you could rest your head on his shoulder.

He looked down at you, his eyes beginning to tear up as your proximity and the reality of the current situation made his heart clench. You were so beautiful, staring up at the night sky with stars reflected in your eyes. So perfect.

This is where you are meant to be, he thought. Here, with me.

Never in his very long life did he think he would ever love a human. Hell, he never considered even liking a human. And yet, the first time you two met, his heart had skipped a beat and butterflies erupted in his stomach. Mmammon didn’t believe in soulmates, but if he did, he was sure that you were his.

He was so lost in you that he jumped in surprise when the first firework exploded over the water, illuminating your face in a brilliant shade of orange. Another firework followed, and then another, and as each went off, his heart beat just a little bit faster. He rested his cheek on top of your head as he watched the show with a smile. More tears were threatening to spill over, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t try to hide them. He didn’t need to. Not with you.

“Happy birthday, Mammon,” you whispered, and that’s what finally sent him over.

He pushed you away just long enough to free both hands so that he could cup your face, and then he dove forward to capture you in a passionate kiss. Your lips were soft, and you opened them to allow his tongue to snake into your mouth and tangle with your own. His hands tangled in your hair, and your arms rose to lock around his shoulders. You tasted like cotton candy. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, as if trying to memorize its layout, going so far as to graze along your teeth.

You hummed and pulled away to breathe, your chest heaving with each deep breath, and as soon as you were ready, you pulled him back in. You forced your tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss as you moved to straddle him. The bucket tipped dangerously, but neither of you cared. The sky flashed in a myriad of colors as he held you in his lap, arms wrapped around your lower back, holding you flush against him. He only pulled away when his heart ached and the tears that were threatening earlier finally spilled over. He closed his eyes tight and buried his face in your chest to choke back a happy sob.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered as the fireworks lulled and died down.

You carded your fingers through his hair and held him tight.

“I love you, Mammon. More than you can ever know.”

That only made his heart ache more as all the love he had suppressed over the millenia came flooding in all at once. The ride jerked and began to move, and you leaned away from Mammon so that you could take his face in your hands. You brushed his tears away gently with your thumbs, and then trailed one across his lips before giving him one last soft kiss. Finally, as you reached the bottom of the ride, you slid off of his lap and back around to sit next to him. You took his hand and he held onto you like a lifeline.

You were his human. His. You had chosen him, and he would be damned if he let you go now.

Bonus:

Before leaving the fairgrounds to return to the car, you led Mammon to a booth near the entrance. The person behind the window lit up when they saw you, and for a moment, Mammon thought that he might have to show the guy exactly who you belonged to. That wasn’t necessary, however, as the man slid a photograph toward you. You picked it up and handed it to Mammon with that same soft smile that you had graced him with earlier. The photograph was of the two of you at the top of the ferris wheel. The camera had captured the moment you had put your head on his shoulder and he had rested his cheek on your head. You were both looking up at the stars, smiling and holding each other close.