#you are sweet like a mango 🥭

[jadeshifting]

🍒 — FRUIT ASK GAME

( reblog … send a fruit … get an answer !! what will the fruit oracle tell you about other realities hmm )

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— 🍋 TERRIBLY SOUR LEMON … who’s your least favorite person in your DR? a poisonous ex, a toxic professor—maybe someone who tried to straight up murder you. who do you truly go sour in the face at the thought of?

— 🍎 SHINY RED APPLE … what are you the absolute best at in your DR? the thing that, when people need help with it, they let out the most gigantic sigh of relief when you walk in the room—everyone knows you do it best

— 🍓 SUGAR SWEET STRAWBERRY … what’s the most romantic, sugar-sweet moment you’ve had or will have in your DR? something so terrifically soft and perfect it could’ve come straight from a wild strawberry patch

— 🍆 DEEP UMBER EGGPLANT … what’s the most thrilling fantasy you have about your lover in your DR? no information is too much or too little, it’s all according to your comfort—a midnight rendezvous, a sudden vacation for two, or maybe just a night in with one-or-two extra glasses of wine and hanging out :)

— 🥝 FUZZY BURST KIWI … what’s something about you in your DR that people wouldn’t expect to be true? it doesn’t quite line up, some fabulous detail about you. when people find out, they’re positively shocked

— 🥭 TROPICAL LUSH MANGO … what adds the most dynamic, vibrant color to your DR? a person, a place, an activity, a part of your identity—its presence lights up your existence there like sun rays on a blank canvas

— 🍏 CRISP GREEN APPLE … what’s a memory from your childhood in your DR that stands out amongst the others? the edges of the picture are crisp, it may not be particularly good or bad—but intricately memorable

— 🍈 HONEY BLISS CANTALOUPE … what’s your favorite season in your DR? do you enjoy sun-drenched summers, an exhilarating back to school time in autumn, or perhaps some particularly festive Christmas traditions that make the wintertime special?

— 🍒 BLOODRED CHERRIES … what is your biggest fear in your DR? you don’t have to get deep if you don’t wanna—it can be as small and horrifying as a spider or the dark. something that truly rattles you to your bones

— 🥑 EARTHY AVOCADO … what’s the most comforting part of your daily routine in your DR? it’s grounding—something that no matter where you are or what you have going on, will always give you reprise and solace

— 🫐 DEWY BLUEBERRIES … what’s your comfort meal or dessert in your DR? maybe it’s something your parents make for you, something you order from room service while you’re reclined in a hotel room, or something simple you prepare for yourself—it makes you feel better the second you sink your teeth into i

— 🍑 OVERRIPE PEACH … what kind of a future do you imagine for yourself in your DR? white picket fence material, with marriage and a couple kids? perhaps childless but continuing on your adventures til old age, or all of the above?

— 🍌 SUNNY BANANA … what’s a piece of art, literature or music that truly moved you in your DR? perhaps something that shaped your identity, something that you enjoy for purely academic reasons, or just your favorite

— 🍅 SCARLET TOMATO … what’s the juiciest secret you’ve ever kept or will keep in your DR? the kind of scandalous thing that would positively burst into drama if revealed

— 🥥 SUN-KISSED COCONUT … what would your ideal vacation be in your DR? a tropical getaway, with white sand and bungalows? a secluded retreat into the foggy mountains? where would you go, and who would you bring with you?

— 🍉 JUICY WATERMELON … what’s your favorite thing about your lover in your DR? the way they smell like home, how they make your chest hurt with laughter, how they take care of you. maybe the way their hair falls in their face just so

— 🍍 SPIKY BOLD PINEAPPLE … if your life in your DR had a color palette, what would it look like? perhaps pastels, or a range of jewel tones? maybe a collection of shades that seem totally random, but that make perfect sense just to you

— 🍐 MELLOW PEAR … what’s a dream or goal you’re pursuing in your DR? it could be as small as reading more often, or going out with your friends more, or as large as saving the entire cosmic universe. whatever you’re working towards!

— 🍇 TART PURPLE GRAPES … if you could bottle the scent of your favorite memories in your DR, what would the notes be? base notes of parchment and ink for your academic pursuits? middle notes of jasmine and rose petals for a lover you hold close to your heart? perhaps top notes of sea salt and sand for a place you find solace in?

— 🍊 SUNSET CITRUS ORANGE … what’s your favorite kind of outing to go on in your DR, with your friends, family, or your partner? whether it’s a classy art gallery, a carefree rocky beach, or an urban jaunt to the mall, you know you’ll have a good time every time

— 🍋‍🟩 ZESTY SOUR LIME … do you have any scars in your DR? a little mark on your knee from a childhood mishap on a scooter, or some gigantic mark left as proof of your world-saving tendencies—one that tells a story, big or small

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[bluesidez]

The Love Lab presents:

One Bite for You, One Bite for Me

💗 THIS IS MY 100 200 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x AFAB!Reader

summary: One of the things you and Miguel bond over is delicious food. One day, you notice that your clothes aren’t fitting like they used to. Miguel is there to remind you how beautiful you are.

content warning: established relationship but they’re not married, 18+ so MDNI, non-Spiderman Miguel, LOTS OF MENTIONS OF FOOD AND DRINKS, weight gain, cycles, insecurity about body, alcohol, body worship, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up 🫵🏾), cunnilingus, lots of praise, a little Spanish (if wrong please lmk)

credit for art + dividers: Me! + @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

a/n: This is actually the first fic I wrote when my Miguel hyperfixation came back in full force. I based it off of this video and a comment saying that girls are usually the ones that gain weight super quick in a relationship. Please know that gaining weight is not a bad thing, especially in this story. Relationship weight can be positive and food is here to nourish your body! Also know that everyone’s body is different. Our bodies will react to things in different, unique ways. If you’re ever feeling icky about your weight/health, please take a step back, breathe, and know that you’re beautiful no matter what. There are also sources out there that can help you if your thoughts overpower your heart. Please don’t hesitate to seek help.

word count: 4.3k

To all my food-lovers and fellow plus-size girlies, kisses to you! You’re beautiful!

SPRING 🥭

“Baby!”

You grinned as you heard Miguel’s shout from the front door. His voice had a giddy tilt as if he made a breakthrough in one of his projects.

“I was finally able to stop by the new Jamaican spot before they sold out and look what I got us,” Miguel says before he slides the take-out bags across the table. “Ribs, oxtails, rice and beans, mac, and your favorite…fried plantains!”

You quickly untie the bags, happy to have a break from your research paper, and immediately get hit with the smell of spices both sweet and savory. “Oh my god! That looks incredible.”

After frantically digging around for a plastic fork, you were finally able to pull a piece of meat off the oxtail. It looked mouth-watering and tender. One bite of the meat and you’re immediately groaning, slumped in your chair. You nod your head and scrunch your face, watching as the juice from the gravy soaks into the pieces of rice stuck at the bottom of the take-out plate.

“That is so fucking good, Mig. No wonder there’s never any combos left by the time you leave work.”

Miguel just watches you eat with a glint in his eyes, happy to see you so relaxed and enjoying the food. He reaches into the second bag, pulling out two bottles of juice, “And to make it better, I got their fruit juice, made fresh daily-”

“Passionfruit and mango flavor!” Your eyes got big as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew how much of a juice fanatic you were, so this drink was just the cherry on top of the large ice cream sundae that was your generous boyfriend.

“Thank you, baby,” you giggled and gave his cheek a fat smooch. You patted his chest twice and moved back to set up the table, “Now, hurry and wash up so we can eat this before it gets cold! We’ve got shows to watch.”

“Entendido, I’ll be right back”

SUMMER 🍦

You and Miguel were walking hand in hand along the Cancun Hotel Zone, taking in all the sights. Miguel’s job had given him a promotion along with an extremely high bonus, so what better way to celebrate than to use his PTO and bring the love of his life on vacation?

Granted, the area you guys were currently in was a little touristy, borderline bougie, but it was all worth it when Miguel got to see your eyes light up as you watched the turquoise waves fade into white foam along the shoreline.

You wobbled a bit while clinging to Miguel’s side, a little tipsy from the frozen paloma you drank to pair with today’s lunch. It was a waterfront restaurant with a live band so the vibes were just right for a little bit of liquid fun.

The downside was that the two of you were supposed to meet up with Miguel’s family later that evening and while you were fine with the confidence boost you were sporting, you wanted to be more alert when speaking with loved ones. Plus, you needed to give a good impression to the relatives you hadn’t met yet. It will be nice to put a face to the names of Miguel’s childhood.

“What do you say we stop and get some ice cream?” Miguel suggested, chuckling at you when you grinned up at him, ecstatic over the proposed plan.

“You know me so well,” you said, arms reaching around his waist, face squished into the side of his chest. “I would absolutely love some ice cream. Cool me down from the inside.”

Miguel chuckled and kissed the top of your head. You were especially cute when you got like this.

FALL 🍕

“Baby, check this out,” Miguel shouted, finally returning to your table with your food.

The fair was packed full of people, especially due to the pop-up food truck festival happening that same week. You had never seen more people run to get fried turnip greens and loaded fries in your life.

Still, this was just another chance to hang out with Miguel. You really didn’t care where you went with him, as long as you got to see that pretty smile.

You look down at the table and see what he brought back. Before your eyes sat the most un-Miguel order ever: birria pizza and two walking tacos, one Hot Cheetos and the other Dorritos.

“Dorilocos, Miguel. Really?” you raised an eyebrow watching him try to steady the open chip bags over some spread-out napkins.

“Amor, don’t look at me like that! I had to get them because Gabriel kept talking my ear off about this new food truck that made them better than the ones we used to eat on our trips back home. I, for one, don’t believe that for a second, so what better way to test that theory than to eat it with my baby?” Miguel gave the saddest look he could muster and slid his hand across the table, trying to convince you to indulge with him.

“Fine, fine. Don’t give me that look,” you say, pulling off a slice of the pizza, making the cheese stretch as long as you can. “Just don’t complain to me from the bathroom while your stomach fights to digest something it hasn’t had in over a decade!”

Miguel pursed his lips while shoveling as much food as he could on one Doritto, “Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that? That’s a lot of cheese, babe.”

“Oh my god, some queso tears up my stomach one time and you can’t let that go, can you?”

“It was once and yet you were in agony about it for days. I think I’m allowed to remind you at least monthly.”

“Just eat your food and leave me and my iron stomach alone. We’ll see what happens between today and tomorrow,” you quip, pulling your phone out ready to record Miguel’s reaction to send to Gabriel.

Miguel takes a bite and just leans against the table, head slumped on his clean head.

“Dios mio, he was right. This can’t be happening,” he groaned, slightly annoyed that Gabriel wasn’t exaggerating. He was also shocked at the fact that someone even came close to getting the local snack right.

You giggled behind your phone, happy that his reaction worked in your favor. You zoomed in a little more on his face, capturing him smacking his lips and licking off excess sauce. He was so zoned in on his food that he didn’t even notice you with your phone up.

“Is it good, Mig?” you asked, mirth in your voice.

He looked at you ready to answer but his eyes snapped to your camera and started to whine, “Amor, please stop recording!”

With a small smile, you made sure to add the video to your folder full of Miguel. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just look so cute, I couldn’t help it.”

Miguel just mumbled to himself while stacking up another chip, neck heated over the interaction. “Here, just try this,” he said, holding a nacho close to your mouth.

You opened your mouth, just barely getting the chip in. Cupping your hand under your head, you begin to hum, the flavors all tangy, spicy, and savory. “I don’t know what your childhood Dorilocos tasted like, but this is really freaking good.”

“Just know that this one is only slightly better. By 0.00001% to be exact,” he said, rubbing sauce off of the corner of your lips and licking it off. The movement was muscle memory for him as he always liked to watch your face when you ate food, especially when it came to any nostalgic or homecooked dishes you never tried before. It warmed his heart to see you find comfort in his favorite foods.

“Well, I can tell you it’s 100% better than the ‘Taco Tuesday’ luncheon my job hosted last month. Nothing but unseasoned ground beef, endless black olives, and store-bought guacamole for two hours,” you respond, shuddering at the memory of soppy taco shells and your coworkers complaining about how spicy the mild salsa was.

“On second thought, this is absolutely a step up. Was the guacamole name brand at least?” He asked, peering up at you with a twist on his lips.

“I’m pretty sure it was a grocery store brand, so no.”

“Damn.”

WINTER 🍫

You were at your apartment in your bed, completely covered under the comforter with a fluffy blanket on top.

It was snowing heavily outside and you were freezing. However, your heater tended to make your apartment feel like a sauna, so you kept snatching the blanket off only to put it back on minutes later. Plus, your cycle was here. Your cramps left you lying on your side, rolling back and forth between the cool side of the bed and the warm side.

Physically, you were exhausted, but mentally, you knew you had so much to get done.

Christmas was just around the corner but you still had so many presents left to buy and wrap. Your job was doing the dreaded Secret Santa gift exchange and you were stuck wondering what gift would appeal to the stuck-up director in the accounting department.

You and Miguel were also hosting a small Christmas party amongst your friends, and there was still food left to buy. To top it all off, you were worried about your gift for Miguel, wondering if a silly little apron saying “Kiss me, I’m Irish” would hide the fact that you spent a ridiculous amount of money on some new tech he was eyeing.

You heard the apartment door open and close.

Knowing it was Miguel, you groan out dramatically.

He opens the bedroom door and peaks inside, “Baby?”

You just groan out again, “Everything hurts, Miggy.”

He comes up to bed and sits on the edge, “I know, amor. I’m sorry.” He bends down to kiss your head. “Want me to plug up the heat pack?”

“Yeah,” you say, leaning into his hands. When he gets up to grab the pack, you whine at his absence.

“I know, I know. I’m coming back,” he says, voice soothing.

Instead of turning the pack on, he removes your covers and sits back down on the edge. You shiver a little bit and he’s quick to cover your body with his, rubbing the top of your head as he kisses your temple.

“Are you feeling too bad to eat something for me?” Miguel asks, the timber of his voice settling you.

You shake your head and lean in closer to him.

“I think I want some food,” you reply, squeezing his body. “I haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Miguel tuts as he sits up and pulls you up with him, “That’s no good, baby. You have to eat so you can feel better. Your body needs it.”

You groan again and put your face in his neck, not wanting to move.

“Come on,” Miguel says, rubbing you from your back to your leg. “I got you some soup and a grilled cheese.”

“Did you get the stuff for the hot chocolate bar? For the party?” you whisper.

“Mm hm. Jumbo marshmallows included.”

You nuzzle his neck before you look at him, “Carry me to the kitchen?”

He makes a swift move to wrap your legs around his body and hike you up.

He gets up and holds you close, heading to the kitchen, “Let’s get some food in you, yeah?”

SPRING 🍇

The short spring break trip that Miguel surprised you with has been lovely. Miguel woke you with kisses down your body, taking you to the hilt with his mouth alone. You had to muffle your cries as to not disturb the neighbors in the inn. As his tongue danced inside of you, you gripped his hair with one hand and his head with your thighs. Miguel wouldn’t want it any other way.

After his first course, Miguel treated you to breakfast on the balcony. You two enjoyed looking over the horizon as you ate yogurt parfaits and fluffy omelets.

Later on, the two of you enjoyed a few tours of the vineyard and the city. The sights were beyond compare and the atmosphere was serene.

“Thank you so much for this Miguel,” you say, interrupting the silence.

“Anything for my lady,” he says back. “You’re doing great work this semester so you need the break.” Miguel stopped and turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You leaned up and kissed him, hands warm on the sides of his face.

You both started to makeout for so long that Miguel forgot about the massage he had planned for you before tonight’s farm-to-table dinner.

Needless to say, he laid you out on your bed and oiled your body down. Your head was in your arms as rubbed his hands up and down your back. His hands were heaven and you felt like puddy by the time he flipped you over.

After he massaged your inner thighs he pounded you into the mattress. Something you’re sure the hired masseuse would never be able to do.

Miguel joked and called it the Miguel Magic Massage when you asked if he offered this special regularly. The price? Being his cariño, his amor, his sweetheart.

By the time dinner started, you were glowing. You felt adored and the courses were amazing.

Miguel made sure everyone knew you were his. His hand never left your thigh the entire meal, staring down the older men sitting at the end table who were looking a little too long at the dip of your dress.

You were oblivious, feeding Miguel bites occasionally and humming at how fresh and delicious everything was.

After the last course was over, the men came to you all’s side of the table quickly. All of them started to make conversation with you, plugging in their businesses, and stuffing their business cards in your hands.

It was as if Miguel was invisible. He scowls deeper when they let out hearty laughs at something you said.

“Are you fellas here with your wives?” Miguel asked loudly, completely irritated. “My wife and I have really enjoyed our time here. It’s a beautiful place for couples.”

Some of the men went red in the face flustered at Miguel catching their scheme. Others just scowled, pissed off at being interrupted.

None of them could answer his question.

You looked at Miguel, eyes heavy and relaxed.

“You gentlemen have a great night,” you said, putting your hand in Miguel’s as he guided you to the exit.

“Your wife, huh?” you asked, core on fire. It was hot watching Miguel get so worked up over you.

“Baby, they were looking at you like you were some fresh meat. Like I wasn’t even sitting there,” he grumbled.

“One of them already offered to bring me on a cruise. He’s staying right next to us,” you say, standing outside your room as Miguel swipes his card at the door. You walked your fingers up his chest, heated over the grit you could see from his profile.

He was oh so upset.

“He’s next to us? Right here?” Miguel asked, voice low.

You nodded as you bit your lip, arm around his neck.

Miguel picked you up and dragged you to the bed. You giggled a little to yourself as he plopped you down. Mission accomplished. Silently, you thank those older men. If it weren’t for their overconfidence, Miguel wouldn’t have been tearing at your clothes like he us right now.

Miguel kept you up almost that whole night, making sure that the neighbors heard your cries. Those old geezers were sure to know his name by the next morning. Buying you a ring wasn’t enough. He needed a bat.

It was all worth it to see the tired and flushed looks of their faces when you all checked out the next day.

SUMMER 🍯

“What the fuck,” you mumble, looking down at the pair of jeans you were trying to put on.

It was early morning. You had a family reunion that you and Miguel would take a bit of a drive to get to.

You made sure that everything was packed the following night. Some clothes to stay for a few days, a few snacks for the road, a book for you to catch up on, and even a crossword puzzle book for Miguel.

You planned ahead. You were diligent. So why is it that when everything else is going right, your pants decide not to button up?

You pulled at the flaps once more, trying your hardest to connect the button with the hole. It fails as they slip from your grasp. You try again, sucking in your stomach as much as you could. You get the button to snap in this time, but it’s digging unbearably into your skin. The zipper fights against you as you try to pull it up.

You huff out in frustration and the pants snap open again.

Defeated, you let out a watery sigh and look in the mirror.

Your stomach was bigger than you last remembered, fupa a little more prominent. Your thighs were also a little thicker, the jeans hugging them a little tight. Your breasts looked a little big in your shirt. The family name stretches a bit more across your bust than the original design intended. Even your face was a little chubbier than normal. When was the last time your jaw was like this? High school?

When did you get like this?

You felt your throat start to burn, a sob building in your system. You’ve always been fine with your body, loving the dips and curves. Adoring your flaws and finding beauty in what society decides is not worthy.

You knew this. You knew that you were beautiful. Why was it so hard to get that thought into your conscience?

You felt the tears roll down as you peeled the jeans off of your legs. They were especially tight at your hips and you wondered how you even forced them past in the first place.

You didn’t know what to do. It was so hot outside, so you needed something comfortable, but those jeans…you had your mind set to wear those jeans.

You rummage through your closet in frustration, pushing and pulling the clothes across the rack.

By the time Miguel found you, you were squatting in the closet, hot tears covering your face.

“Babe, it’s been almost 30 minutes and we need to head out before the work traffic starts-”

Miguel stopped in the doorway as he noticed the state of the closet, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? ¿Que pasó, cariño?”

You wipe furiously at your face, sniffling loud as you hear Miguel push clothes to the side to get to you.

“My pants don’t fit. I don’t think anything else will fit either,” you say, stuttering out your words as Miguel gets to your side.

You let him pull you up into a standing position. You felt defeated.

Miguel looked at you and wiped away the tears that you missed. You feel horrible as your face scrunches up again, tears forming in your eyes.

“No, no, no,” Miguel says, hugging you close. “Listen to me. I know that this feels like a lot, but this is normal. Your body will always change with you. You’re still the same beautiful, gorgeous woman I met years ago and that’s not changing because you got some extra hips, baby.”

“But Miguel,” you say, voice so sad. “I feel like I just got those pants. And. Nothing else in here goes with this shirt. I’m scared that nothing else will fit-”

“And if that’s the case, I’ll buy you new clothes,” Miguel says, pressing kisses over your face. “If these clothes mean that much to you, I’ll take you to the gym. Let me work out with you, but until then, I’m loving your body as is.”

You stare at Miguel, heart beating at his revelation. He stared right back at you, daring you to question or challenge his words.

“Don’t beat yourself up over something like this. If anyone has ever let you feel insecure about your body, they’re an ass, let me deal with them. If I ever do anything to make you feel insecure, tell me. Yell at me. Question me, because as far as I’m concerned, that’s not me.”

He hiked you up on the closet island in the middle of the room. You shiver a bit as your naked legs hit the wood.

He leans closer, placing his hands on the side of you, “Now, let’s think. Don’t you have a pair of cargo shorts that match the ones I’m wearing right now?”

You whisper out a yes.

“Would you be ok with wearing those? I’m sure they fit perfectly.”

You say yes again, head leaning onto his. You could accessorize it perfectly. It would make a great couple’s look.

Miguel knew this much, he just had to get you to see it.

“I love you, ok?” he says, voice clear.

“I love you, too. Thank you,” you say.

“Anything for my girl,” Miguel says. “My beautiful girl. She’s just for me. I can’t believe it.”

Your heart beats faster as he starts to kiss down your body.

“Her face is so lovely.” A kiss to your cheek and your lips.

“She’s always working so hard.” A kiss to your neck and your collarbone. He pulls your shirt over your head.

“She makes me so happy.” A suck to your breasts as he unclasps your bra.

“Her body is beyond comparison.” A trail of kisses down your stomach, your belly twitching as his breath twinkles on along your skin. “Soft. Amazing. Irresistible.”

“Her thighs are my earmuffs.” A caress to your inner thighs. Your legs snap a bit, ticklish at his ministrations.

“Miguel?” you whimper out.

“I have to relax you before this ride. Can’t have you upset,” he says, kissing his way up your thighs to your panties. “May I?”

You nod your head, fingers grasping at nothing but then a flat surface.

Miguel was swift. He pulled your underwear down and kissed at your clit. You could only hold tight as he pulled your body forward and dove in.

It wasn’t long before you were shaking like a leaf. Miguel sucked at you for minutes, pulling a long orgasm out of your system.

He kneaded your thighs as you trembled around his tongue, humming as your legs squeezed tighter. That was the queue for him to go further, so he added his fingers to the mix, moving his mouth up so that his fingers could pump in and out of you.

It took all of your strength not to let your body drop off the other side of the island.

“Miggy, please,” you wailed. You wanted more.

Miguel looked up at you whining above him. You pull your legs up, holding your hands under your thighs, practically begging for him.

Miguel kissed up your body again. He was swift with removing his clothes. You still had to have these clothes fresh for later and Miguel was about to wear you out.

He moved to push himself inside of you, grunting as you gripped him.

He replaced your hands with his and pulled your legs up by his head. You balanced yourself on the island as he slowly started to thrust.

“So good. Just for me,” Miguel said, watching as your body moved with his movement. “Perfect. And all mine.”

You remained quiet, whimpering softly as he dragged against you.

“You heard me, hermosa?” Miguel said. “You’re beautiful. C’mon. Say it for me.”

“I’m,” you stopped, mind foggy. You didn’t know how you were supposed to respond when he was going so deep.

“Say it.”

You cried out as he snapped harder, “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s right baby,” Miguel praises you, bending further to give you a kiss. “So amazing.”

He praised you until you finished, squeezing at any of you that he got his hands. By the time he was done, your arms felt like jelly from holding you up.

He carried you to the bathroom for a quick shower, never stopping his reassurances of you.

You guys made it in the car an hour and a half off schedule, but it was worth it for the uplifted way you carried yourself throughout the day.

It was worth it to see you happy and healthy.

By the time you made it to the reunion, it was like you were born anew. You greeted your family with smiles and laughter. Miguel couldn’t help but to cheese watching you do your thing.

He felt his heart soar as you caught up with family. Your smile was the biggest as you were out on the floor line dancing your heart out. He was right up behind you when Outstanding came on. The song was really a declaration of how he felt about you.

You giggled as he crooned in your ear.

“You light my fire,” he sang, swinging your hips in time with his.

“I feel alive with you, baby,” he spins you around to him, a smile on his face.

“You blow my mind,” he pulled you out and back in.

“I’m satisfied,” you squeal as he spins you in the air and puts you back down to keep dancing.

Outstanding. You really knock him out.

Another season where Miguel adored you more.

Another season where Miguel wanted you to be forever his.

Another season where he made sure he fed you well.

Another season of you making his heart pound.

Another season of your love reaching to the fullest.

Miguel was excited for the next season with you.

As always, I hope you enjoyed reading! 💗

Any likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated. Let me know how you feel! 🥺🧁

Until next time,

-Lauro 💗

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

*Slides in* Would you care for a nice mango? 🥭

And how would the racers react to be given a random fruit?

A/N: WE LOVE MANGOS IN THIS HOUSE 🥭 EVERYONE GETS A MANGO

CAINE: He's grateful. Someone gave him something. Happy squee.

POMNI: She's confused. What is she supposed to do with this?

RAGATHA: She cuts it up and infuses it in ice water. Refreshing!

JAX: He throws it at the nearest wall to see how much of a splatter it makes.

GANGLE: She has a nibble, but won't eat the whole thing at once.

ZOOBLE: She gives it to Gangle.

KINGER: He stares at the fruit blankly. "What kind of insect is this?"

GUMMIGOO: He chomps it down in one bite. Thanks!

LOO: She enjoys all fruits. They're sweet and delicious! She has it squeezed for juice.

SETH: Mangos are his favorite thing. He doesn't just like mangos, he LOVES them. A juicy mango will put him in the best mood no matter what kind of day he's having. He teleports away to eat his mango in peace.

ABEL: Ew.

[imperpetuallylost]

✭Lea’s Fruity 500 Followers Event✭

hey bbgs why tf are there so many of u??? but like thanks i'm so flattered that either you thought i was kinda cool or you wanted to put me in a jar and study me and following me was the next best thing. anyways, thank you all so much! i'll plan on running this event until 7/14 whenever i finish the asks that have already been sent. feel free to send as many as you want, but not more than one per ask. thanks bbgs love u all <3 you can find my intro post here

strawberry 🍓i'll shuffle my music and tell you my favorite lyric from that song or from a song you request

mango 🥭 i'll make you a mood board based on any character/album/song/etc you request, or just your general vibe

kiwi 🥝 i'll make you a playlist based on any character/album/song/etc you request, or just your general vibe

blueberry 🫐 i'll draw something for you. it won't be good, but it might be funny

grape 🍇 (mutuals only) i'll come up with a god awful nickname for you. prepare yourself if you pick this

watermelon 🍉 (mutuals only) i'll write you a letter that will be mostly sweet things <3

coconut 🥥 i’ll send you anon hate!!!

[digitalgirlguide]

KIMMY’S DIGITAL DIARY

July is here, and it’s like the summer just gave us a big, warm hug! The days are longer, the sunsets are more stunning, and every evening feels like a celebration of light and colour.

The roses and daisies are showing off their best selves, filling the air with sweet scents, and the sun is treating us to those golden-hour vibes that make everything look like a dream. 💭

June was a whirlwind of beach trips, ice cream dates, and unforgettable moments. New jobs, new opportunities, and new money are rolling in, which is super exciting! But if i'm being 100% honest —it also had its share of meltdowns, frantic deadlines, and new routines. I've learned that now more than ever, i need to get my sh*t together and stay on track with my goals.

Psalm 121:7-8

The Lord will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

what’s in?

summer picnics: Grabbing the besties and a basket full of goodies for some sunshine and laughter in the sun ☀️

fresh fruit smoothies: Blending up nature’s candy for a refreshing and healthy treat!!! my current fave is a mango, strawberry, pineapple and orange juice blend 🍓🥭🍍

spontaneous road trips: Hitting the road with no plans, just the open road and endless possibilities., i looooove driving by the water and exploring the cities nearby. i always find a cute antique shop or new food truck.

what’s out?

burnout: Pushing yourself to the limit and forgetting to relax. you need to promise yourself that you'll schedule at least 20 minutes for self care

overthinking: Letting worries steal the joy from your sunny days. if you stress about it before it happens you're putting yourself through it twice. and that doesn't make sense!

clutter: Holding onto things (and thoughts) that no longer serve you.

FOMO: Stressing about what everyone else is doing instead of enjoying your own journey.

until next time,

mwah!

XOXO

[recipess01]

SUNSHINE SMOOTHIE! ❤️🌞 📝 Ingredients: 🍍 1 cup fresh pineapple chunks 🍊 1 orange, peeled and segmented 🍌 1 ripe banana 🥭 1/2 cup mango chunks (fresh or frozen) 🥛 1 cup coconut water (or any preferred juice) 🍯 1 tablespoon honey (optional for extra sweetness) 🧊 A handful of ice cubes 🍳 Preparation Steps: 🥤 In a blender, add the pineapple, orange segments, banana, and mango chunks. 🥛 Pour in the coconut water and add honey if you like it sweeter. 🧊 Toss in the ice cubes to make it extra cold and refreshing. 🔄 Blend until smooth and creamy. 🍹 Pour into a glass, garnish with a slice of orange or pineapple, and enjoy!

[eddieisashifter]

🍓, 🥝, & 🥭 <3

aaa thanks for the ask!

— 🍓 SUGAR SWEET STRAWBERRY … what’s the most romantic, sugar-sweet moment you’ve had or will have in your DR? something so terrifically soft and perfect it could’ve come straight from a wild strawberry patch

Honestly, a hard question considering me and Ekko aren't together yet at this time! But, I think the softest moment I've scripted between us is post-Silco's death and after I join the firelights. I'm having a hard time processing everything that's been happening and Ekko gets me out of my room and onto the rooftops to breathe the freshest air. He has food for me up there as well. It's the first step he takes to reconnect with me after we've been apart since Vander's death, and I honestly don't know how I'm not just going to melt into a puddle then and there lmao

— 🥝 FUZZY BURST KIWI … what’s something about you in your DR that people wouldn’t expect to be true? it doesn’t quite line up, some fabulous detail about you. when people find out, they’re positively shocked

I think most people are surprised when then learn how sharp I actually am. I'm not pursuing any conventionally "intelligent" careers or hobbies, so people don't quite realize that I'm intelligent. But, I'm good at reading people and deducing situations. I put my intelligence to work in street smarts opposed to book smarts. When I meet Heimerdinger after joining Ekko and the firelights, I surprise him with this.

— 🥭 TROPICAL LUSH MANGO … what adds the most dynamic, vibrant color to your DR? a person, a place, an activity, a part of your identity—its presence lights up your existence there like sun rays on a blank canvas

This is a question I had to think about lmao. I think the thing that breathes the most life into my dr, for me, is my hideout. It's behind the face of the old clocktower of Zaun and holds all the things I've stolen and collected over the years. Each has a story attached to it, a place it came from or a person I got it with/from. Each little thing has a memory with it that makes me remember that this isn't a story, it's my life.

thanks so much for the ask, I loved answering ehehe

[chelemlem]

oooh what kind of things do you bake? I'd love to try them sometimes 💞 have a sweet day!!

hello anon!!!!! thank u for giving me an excuse to talk about BAKING

sooo just before covid i took a 3 week dessert course and kind of became obsessed??? during lockdown i used to watch tons & tons of videos on process nd technique instead of physically yaknow Doing Anything bc i hated the idea of ~wasting ingredients~ at my mediocre skill level which looking back was an insane approach but i kinddd of think it helped bc when i started making things more regularly the improvement was p quick !!

my fave thing to bake is pastry (puff, choux, shortcrust, filo) so basically any kind of sweet tart/croissant/eclair/profiterole/pie ❤️ i also love a savoury curried egg or chicken puff but that's kind of a gamble bc what EYE think is an okay level of spice does not fly for everyone else. when it comes to large batches for a party or something i usually stick to sweet 2 be safe

pictured: fruit mascarpone tart → mango danish → tiny baby pains au chocolat <33

course i make cake and stuff too and it's FINE but i also know lots of ppl who are better at it lol. i'm pretty Terri at piping anything more complex than a simple swirl so when it comes to deco i tend to stick to covering the top with store-bought macarons/fruit and calling it a day. also maybe it's just me but full layer cakes are such a hassle to cut and store...... i adore a cutieful low commitment CUPCAKE tho <33

my order of preference when it comes to baking is pastry > cookies/brownies/cupcakes > layer cakes >>>>> bread. ugh BREAD i cannot figure her out but i Want to...... someday...

thing is bread is honestly such a delicate process where ur final product will flop unless the ratios are justé right and u proofed at something.000001 degrees and mercury is in retrograde whereas the rules of pastry are more relaxed and intuitive and involve doing vaguely unhinged things like holding fistfuls of ice cubes before you handle ur dough so the heat from ur palms doesn't melt the butter... it's also great for LAZY BITCHES LIKE ME because a "4 hour recipe minus baketime" sounds intense until u realize 3h15 mins of that is just chucking the thing in the fridge between rolls

choux au craquelin is probably what i make the most often. love a textured little cream puff!!! versatile and scalable and easy to transport... she's that girl truly

also today i remade the mango one i was telling k about and it turned out muchhh better with a chunkier filling yay 🥭

convinced i'm never going to get a pretty cross-section in my life but wtvr they still tasted good !!!

goals for the future:

bread but specifically this yummy pesto babka i had in february

creme brulee donut......... need her

crookie but less dry bc i've been kind of unimpressed by the ones i've had so far

something citrusy w/o relying on chocolate as a crutch

basically i really love baking! like experimenting/trying new recipes ofc but also just the process of consciously altering and improving upon stuff you've already made :')

and yeah feeding ppl is bonus <3 hope u have a good day too!!!

[thosedangnuns]

What would each warrior nun character be if they were a fruit?

Ava is a watermelon 🍉 because she's super sweet but when you get one you're like wth do I do with it now there is now way this is going to fit in my fridge.

Beatrice is a tomato 🍅 she's a lil confused but she's got the spirit.

Camila is a peach 🍑 she is pretty and delicious but don't forget there's a stone inside she will break your jaw.

Lilith is the proverbial apple 🍎 from the Bible stories you're NOT supposed to eat it you will literally make god mad.

Mary is a lime 🍋 she can be sour by herself but prepared the right way there's not much better (reminder Mary drinks a lot and there are limes in margarita, gin and tonic, etc…)

Vincent is a banana 🍌 because there's a very short window of time for them to be good, after that they're all gross and rotten and brown.

Superion is a mango 🥭 because it's pretty hard to figure out how to eat it but when you do 🤤

Michael is a fig people always trying to put them in foods they don't belong in 🤷‍♀️*

Yasmine is a strawberry 🍓 because neither of them are any good at driving.

Duretti is a kiwi 🥝 he's better with the skin off.

Salvius is a coconut 🥥 because she can take emotional beatings (😢) and still come out sweet.

(Technically a fruit I'm told who knew who knew…)

Chanel is a lemon 🍋 because she has a strong flavor, is just a little feisty and can help bring out the best from other fruits.

Together they make the fruitiest of salads, yes?

[aurosoul]

I don't know if you can choose the colors of the checkmarks yourself but I hope they arrive in orange and green because love is stored in the mango

AHHHH THIS IS SO SWEET TY 😭💖💖💖💖

and alas I cannot choose my colors, but WITH THE POWER OF ART, WE CAN CREATE.....

OUR OWN MANGO!!! 🥭🥭🥭 I'm calling this one the 'wintergreen' variety. it tastes like 5 gum (with a hint of citrus)

[reverieblondie]

*me squinting at the list because I can’t see crap right now* what is that?!? a mango!?! A mango! 🥭 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ *smooches you*

Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

*smooches you back then peels and cuts up mango for you to eat*

Enjoy this mango my darling!

Crack, I love a short crack drabble to just get the sillies out on.

Fluff, I love a good cozy sweet fic. Its my save space to get all my fantasies out on.

Smut, As much as i love to write and consume smut it can be very challenging to write if I am not in the right mood, but when I am you can not drag me away from my computer as I giggle to myself.

Angst, I have not written angst yet but I know I don't like feeling sad. So we will see if that changes if I ever write angst.

[margoshamangolord]

Important mango adventures!!!🥭🥭🥭

1. I started eating mango more regularly (like at least once or twice a week) and it may be boosting some of my vitamins! Even if I'm having a shitty period lol

2. Mango+white bread is a great combination!!!

3. Mango goes very hard with grapes and plums

4. MY MOM MADE ME MANGO CHARLOTTE CAKE!!!!!!!! It's dry and not as sweet but it has a great natural taste. Also a banger if you add lemon 🍋

5. I opened a mango bone with my bare teeth. But the insides tasted bad and I didn't like them

[ray935sworld]

Just read your new update, i was fucking ready to murder vale with my bare hands but it luckily was just him having fun at poor Marc's expense

You did say that this isn't the end of this story, so may i be so rude and ask if we get the huge media reveal and everyone's reaction 👉👈

Also, imagine poor pecco being marc's teammate in 25 and him being subjected to listen to them over sharing because "it is just pecco, he wouldn't judge"

Or bez getting drunk and traumatizing alex by over sharing to him

WAIT IMAGINE IF POOR BEZ HAS TO SUFFER WITH BEING JORGES TEAMMATE AND IT IS UNKNOWN TO THE MEDIA WHAT KIND OF EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION HE DID TO THE ENTIRE ACADEMY

Plsplspls write a one shot in the future where the two are teammates and he completely shaded jorge for everything he did in a side sentence and everyone is like : 👁️👄👁️ bitch did what now?

Or even more dramatic, someone else spills the tea and bez and marc have to be like 🧍 yeah shit happened i guess

Anyway, i absolutely loved it and i am not ready for it to come to an end, i really enjoyed getting to read a little story from you every day from your winter writing challenge

With love,

Mango anon 🥭

Uuuuhhhh.... So actually that was mostly it at this point. There is one more story/ scene I have in mind for the soulmate AU (for now. I was thinking about writing some proper smut but atm I'm really not in the mood so that's pushed back). Originally I wanted to add it with part 8 but I was running out of tike and looking at tomorrow's schedule I don't have time to write another winter writing chapter so I will just use that.

But I like the idea of the medial reveal. Especially imagine the Italian medias turning against Bez for a second and making headlines like "Academy rider betrays mentor" or "Is that the real reason the former VR46 rider switched to Aprilla?" or "Marquez-manipulation: Marco bezzecchi" . Basically they are making up drama and shit. And then Vale sees all that (comedical scene in my head: all those headline are getting read out loud. Cut to Vale. He turns around, clearly surprised about it all *still chewing on a sandwich* and he is like "OH FUCK. GOTTA SAY SMTH) and Vale just posts a picture of Marc and Bez cuddling or sleeping together on a couch just in general bering sweet and it's CLEARLY at the ranch. And he just adds "In-laws, right? 🙄 But you gotta play nice for the kid :) look how in love they are!" as a captions and leaves. IMMEDIATE MEDIA CHAOS

HEHEH OH POOR PECCO. He just wants his peace and quite and somehow ends up sandwiched between Marc and Bez. Like he is ALWAYS with either or both of them. Like he's with Bez in his free time and with Marc when working. And Bez is always lurking around Ducati to get time with his bf (yes they said they'll stay professional and all *cut to Marc covering his eyes and running through the aprilla garage/ facility/ motorhome screaming "I JUST WANT TO CUDDLE MY BF" or "THAT ASSHOLE STOLE MY PHONE" or "I'M AN IDIOT AND LEFT MY HELMET IN HIS ROOM" while running to Bez. They are used to it very quick)

Oh yeah drunk Bez IS a talking drunk. Source: a talking drunk. NO ROOM FOR DEBATE. TALK TO THE WALL. So ALL of the academy are getting traumatized by the stories. (Pecco can't look his teammate in the eyes for the first days afterwards) Because it's not what they expect: not (always) Marc fucking Bez but more Bez fucking Marc (Dom bottom/big dick bottom Marc? Hell yeah but if course also Bez getting fucked REAL good. Marc got insane top game. Idk, I think they have a dynamic in which both works evenly)

AND OMG I FORGOT THE MARTIN PART AGAIN!!!! (I know I wrote it but I keep forgetting that bit) I LOVE THE IDEA THAT IT COMES BACK TO BITE JORGE IN THE ASS IN SOME WAY. Literally my first thought was that Marc silently tortures Martin. Like do you know Cato the eldest? Okay. History lesson: there was a public debate in the Roman Senate prior to the 3rd punic war. Basically Cato (Roman politican) always said at the end of every public debate/statement "Furthermore, I consider Carthage to need to be destroyed" even if it had NOTHING to do with the actual subject they were talking about. He really wanted that war. AND THAT IS MARC. like he always finds a way to make a hit against Martin. Kind of like "Furthermore I consider Martin to be an asshole". And then the public somehow finds out what happened with Bez and Martin and Marc is like "THAT WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING FOR YEARS NOW!"

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH. OMG that is so sweet. I was never prepared for people liking my writing IT MAKES MY HEART EXPLODEEEE!!!

Always happy to hear from you 🥭 :)

[mochyerigato]

I like Flowers... don't you?🐝

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Had a bad day at work? With your wife? With friends? With life? Don't worry anymore! With SorciLazy, a sweet mango candy tea and its magic flowers! They will make you forget about stress!

You will notice that you are alive! Ha! Ha! 🥭✨

[fortheb0ys]

DEXTER MORGAN 😲😲😲😲

What if I told you I just started watching that show like 2 weeks ago and made it through 7 seasons within a few days 😭😭

Frothing at the mouth 🫶🥰

-🥭

MANGO I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU TO BE THIRSTING AFTER THE SAME CHARACTERS🙏 YOU JUST GET MEEEE🥹

Dexter is just my sweet, sugar bun bun <3 He could never do anything wrong. Sweet angel!

[gosiksmallspace]

Tag Game!

A person's favorite color, favorite animal, and favorite flavor of ice cream can say a lot about them when considering the answers as a whole.

Tagged by @professor-cant-fuck, Thank you for the tag! <3

Color: My favorite color depends on the day. I like specific shades in certain colors. Today I feel like blue so I would go with blue that goes a bit into cyan.

Animal: Tiger, that one I have no doubts about. Second place peacock. But tigers are too cool.

Ice-cream: I like sorbets more to be honest. If I have to go with classic ice-cream I would go with vanilla. If I can take sorbet I want one scoop of mango and one scoop of lemon. Perfect mix of sweet and sour. My favorite.

So my final answer: blue, tiger 🐅 and mango-lemon 🥭🍋

Tagging, no pressure: @godotismissingx, @babischlong-six, @inashoe @katierosefun @bobafvcks, @yardmargs, @daxianme, @frayed-at-the-seams @requestomaestro