omg baby devil asking the devil boys and matt to open an orange for her
The Orange Test 🍊
Y/N sat on the couch, phone propped up, barely able to hide her grin. “Alright, let’s see how the boys react when I ask them to open an orange for me.”
She had seen this trend all over TikTok—the “orange test” to see how guys would react to a simple request. And what better way to try it than with the most chaotic group of hockey players she knew?
She grabbed an orange and turned to her first victim.
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Jack Hughes
“Jack,” she called sweetly, holding out the orange. “Can you open this for me?”
Jack turned his head, immediately squinting at her in suspicion. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Do your hands not work? Did something happen? Blink twice if you’re being held hostage.”
“Jack.”
“Y/N.”
She rolled her eyes. “Just open it.”
He sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch like she had just asked him to carry her up a mountain. “I swear, I do everything for you. You’re so needy. What would you do without me?”
“Live peacefully.”
Jack peeled the orange aggressively, muttering under his breath the entire time. “I play in the NHL, and this is what my life has come to. Peeling oranges like I’m a damn personal chef—”
Once it was open, he held it out to her with an exaggerated flourish. “Your highness, your peeled fruit.”
Y/N took it with a smirk. “Thanks, Jacky.”
He groaned. “I take it back. Next time, starve.”
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Luke Hughes
She turned to Luke next, holding out the orange. “Lukey, can you open this for me?”
Luke blinked at her. “Why?”
“Because I asked.”
He stared for a few seconds like he was processing the request, then shrugged and took the orange. Without another word, he started peeling it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“You’re not even gonna question it?” Y/N asked, surprised.
Luke flicked a piece of peel at her. “Nah. Too much effort.”
She snorted. “Appreciate it, Lukey.”
Luke handed her the orange with a nod. “Anytime, I guess?”
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Nico Hischier
“Nico, can you open this for me?”
Nico took the orange but immediately looked at her like she had just asked him to solve a math equation. “Why?”
“I just can’t do it.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.”
Nico frowned. “Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Then why can’t you do it?”
She huffed. “Nico, just open it.”
He sighed, peeling the orange efficiently but still watching her like she was a puzzle he needed to solve. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not injured? You’re not hiding something?”
“Nico,” she deadpanned.
He handed her the orange but kept his captain face on. “If you need help with something, you know you can tell me, right?”
She melted a little. “I know, Neeks. This is just a TikTok trend.”
He rolled his eyes but ruffled her hair before walking away. “Unbelievable.”
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Dawson Mercer
“Daws, can you open this?”
“Yeah, of course,” Dawson said easily, taking the orange.
Y/N sat back, waiting.
Dawson… just sat there.
Holding the orange.
Not peeling it.
A full minute passed.
She waved a hand. “Dawson?”
“What?”
“The orange?”
“Oh. Yeah. One sec.”
Another minute passed.
Y/N sighed. “Dawson, you literally said yes. Why aren’t you doing it?”
Dawson grinned. “I forgot.”
She smacked his arm. “How did you forget? It’s in your hand!”
Dawson just laughed, tossing the orange in the air. “I’ll get to it eventually.”
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Matt Rempe
Then came Matt.
She held the orange out to him. “Matt, can you open this for me?”
Matt didn’t question her. No hesitation, no teasing. He simply reached out, took the orange gently, and began peeling it with the most focused expression she’d ever seen on him.
She watched him, taken aback by how effortlessly he seemed to do it. He wasn’t making a big deal out of it like Jack or questioning her like Nico. It was simple. Calm.
"You're not going to mock me or make some sarcastic comment?" she asked, surprised.
Matt looked at her, soft brown eyes meeting hers. “You don’t always need to do everything yourself, Y/N. It’s okay to ask for help sometimes.” He said it so casually, but it meant so much more than just peeling an orange.
She smiled, the warmth of his words washing over her. “Thanks, Matt.”
Once the orange was perfectly peeled, he handed it to her with a small grin. “Anything for you. Besides, it’s a perfect excuse to spend a few minutes with you.”
Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. "You're sweet," she whispered, feeling a warmth rush through her chest.
Matt leaned in, his voice low and soft, “I’m just doing what feels natural.” He gave her a wink, and she knew that there was no one else who could make her feel quite like he did.
She smiled at him, holding the peeled fruit in her hand, but in that moment, it wasn’t just about the orange—it was about the connection they were building, one small gesture at a time.
“Thank you, Matt,” she said, quietly but with more meaning than ever before.
