Hi!! Could I request Mahon Jo x reader where she beats him in a race (he lets her win) and he falls for her? 🖤
𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃
Mahon Jo X fem!reader
Genre ; fluff , sfw
Author note ; Hii , I’m really sorry it took me a long time to see your request because of school I wasn’t on tumblr :( but since i finished for this year I’ll definitely have a lot of time to write !!
The streets were alive with the hum of evening traffic, the golden hues of sunset painting the pavement in warm tones. You adjusted your grip on the handlebars, your heart already pounding in anticipation. Beside you, Mahon Jo stretched lazily, his usual smirk playing on his lips.
"Another race?" he teased, rolling his bike closer. "You never learn, do you?"
You shot him a glare, but there was no real heat behind it. "Shut up. Today’s the day I finally beat you."
Mahon chuckled, shaking his head. "Keep dreaming."
But there was something different about the way he looked at you today : something softer, less taunting. You didn’t have time to think of it though, because the moment your eyes met, the two of you took off without another word.
The wind roared in your ears as you pedaled furiously, your muscles burning. Mahon was always faster, always stronger, but you refused to let him pull ahead this time. You matched his speed, weaving through the narrow alleys and sharp turns with practiced ease.
And then—something strange happened.
As you neared the final stretch, Mahon’s usual burst of speed never came. Instead, he stayed just half a bike length behind you, his usual competitive fire dimmed. You crossed the finish line first, skidding to a stop as you turned to face him, chest heaving.
"Did you just… let me win?"
Mahon slowed to a stop beside you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he grinned. "Maybe."
You narrowed your eyes. "Why?"
He shrugged, looking away as if suddenly interested in the pavement. "Maybe I just wanted to see you smile when you won for once."
Your breath caught in your throat.
Later that evening, the two of you sat on the curb outside a convenience store, sharing a bag of chips as the streetlights flickered on. The air between you was different ; lighter, charged with something unspoken.
"So," you started, nudging his shoulder, "you’re admitting I’m faster than you now?"
Mahon snorted. "In your dreams."
"Then why’d you let me win?"
He hesitated, his fingers tapping restlessly against his knee. For the first time since you’d known him, Mahon looked nervous.
"Because," he finally muttered, "I like you."
The words hung in the air between you, heavy and real. You blinked, your pulse skyrocketing.
"You… what?"
Mahon groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Don’t make me say it again."
You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. "Say it one more time. Just to be sure."
He turned to look at you then, his dark eyes serious. "I like you. A lot. And I didn’t want to see you frustrated after losing to me again, so… I let you win."
Your heart swelled. "So what you’re saying is… you’re whipped ?"
Mahon groaned again, but he was smiling. "Shut up."
You laughed while leaning into him. "Guess this means I don’t have to race you anymore to get your attention, huh?"
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. "You’re still racing me. But next time? I won’t go easy on you."
You smirked. "Good. Because I wouldn’t want you to."
And as the city buzzed around you, you realized winning the race hadn’t been the only victory of this day.
A jó majonéz sárgás a jó tojástól, enyhén savanykás a citromtól, ecettől (vinaigrette), picit akár csípős is a megfelelő dijoni mustártól és borstól, és krémes a jó olívaolajtól.
Semmiképp nem fehér, kenőcsállagú, pláne nem édes!
Az országot keresztben átszelő RN12 tranzitúton fekszik Foguéres és Alencon között Mayenne, a hasonló nevű folyó partján (az Anjou-k alatt a térség lakóit mayennais-nak hívták).
Sokáig azt gondoltam, hogy innen származik a mayonnaise.
Lófaszt.
1756-ban a francia erők Richelieu herceg (a bíboros dédunokaöccse, vagy mi a fene volt) parancsnoksága alatt (12ezer katona) elfoglalták a Baleári szigeteken lévő Mahont, Menorca (Minorque) fővárosát.
Angol fennhatóság alatt volt akkor, és a kikötő, Port de Mahón, stratégiai fontosságú volt a franciáknak. Hétéves háború néven jegyzik a történelemkönyvek (Guerre de Sept Ans).
A herceg (bár 80 évnyi jogi huzavona után végül megkapta őse, Richelieu bíboros örökségének egy kis részét, életmódja annyira fényűző volt, hogy élete végéig adósságokban vergődött), aki nemcsak a 18. század egyik legnagyobb szeretője volt (Casanova mellett), hanem nagy haspók is, felszólította szakácsát, hogy csinálj már bazki egy nagy győzelmi lakomát, ne kelljen kétszer mondani, húsok, tejszínes mártások, vágod, amiket hercegünk különösen kedvelt.
A szakács rémülten konstatálta, hogy egy kurva csepp tejszín sincs a szigeten, ezért egy zseniális pillanatában úgy döntött, hogy improvizál, amit csak tud a rendelkezésre álló hozzávalókkal.
Felvert tojásokat olívaolajjal és ecettel, és egy tejszínhez hasonló színű fehér (?) mártást készített.
Louis François Armand de Vigneron du Plessis, duc de Richelieu-nek bejött az új mártás, és mahonnaise-nak nevezte el, a meghódított Mahon város után.
Mivel azonban a franciáknak némi gondjuk akadt a mártás nevének kiejtésével, hamarosan az a mayonnaise/majonéz lett belőle, amelyet ma mindannyian ismerünk.
Aztán rengetegszer mentem át Nizza (Nice) felől a provence-i Mayon régión útban Toulon felé, központja Les Mayons, ott is elbizonytalanodtam volna, ha már nem tudtam volna.
Vagy Le Mayollet Roanne mellett.
Nem basztok át, háhá!
Manapság elég jó lakossági majonézeket kapni a franciáknál, pl. Amora, Bénédicta, Maille, Lesieur, Rustica, de a tutit házilag csinálja nagymama titkos recept alapján, a piacokon, vásárokon, főleg vidéken, falun is érdemes kóstolni.
Had to flip the compost today before the winter. I started a new set-up with about double the capacity to keep the worms insulated for winter, and now I have a smaller setup as well for non-edible compost that I am experimenting with for flowers next year in the smaller tote! I’m really really pleased with the set up I used this year, so I just slightly tweaked it for next year.
Last year, I took a smaller tote and drilled (many) holes in the sides and the bottom, I used small clay pots to hold up the smaller tote like stilts inside the bigger tote with no holes (so the compost tea would drain out). I’m doing the same thing this year with the bigger tote and an even bigger tote now. Living in an apartment has been a challenge for compost, but I think I finally got it down!
I’m just really pleased. The small pink container is all compost tea which I’ll store and dilute down and use as fertilizer next year.
I thank the universe everyday for all the cool, convoluted and amazing things I realize and find through gardening and herbcraft.
