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Second Son
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary: The second son is, for once, the first choice...
Warnings: none really... mild angst, family dynamics, love at first sight.
Word Count: 2.9k
Authors Note: Request fill for anon here, about Benedict being the second choice for everything.... until his love turns up. Thanks for this request; I hope this is angsty enough for you anon. Im not sure about it tbh. Sorry that it's taken more than three months to get to it on my WIP list. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3
Benedict Bridgerton was born into privilege and can have few complaints. Except perhaps that he is always second. The spare. The just-in-case option. Being a familial insurance policy lends one more freedom than the burden of being the titled first son, perhaps, but it also feels like your whole existence, in some respects, can seem like a contingency plan.
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His stomach swoops with excitement as the arrow pierces the target dead on the bullseye. And on his first ever archery lesson, just after his twelfth birthday.
He turns around to see if anyone is there to witness his triumph, but it goes unmarked. All his young siblings gathered around Anthony, patting him on the back for his achievements in doing the same moments before. Being a good shot is an essential skill for the next Viscount indeed. The fact that he has been receiving instruction for months already and this is Benedict’s first lesson hurts a little.
But he doesn't bother to bring attention to his arguably more impressive feat. It seems pointless now. Wordlessly he shrugs and walks towards the target, plucking out his arrow and starting again. Perhaps next time, they will notice.
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“Is that the new Viscount Bridgerton?” Benedict hears a young girl murmur as he sweeps into the first societal event of the season, the spring following his father's death.
“Oh no, my dear, sadly not; I believe that is one of the brothers,” her mother replies, acting as if he has no sense of hearing, even trying to ignore it as he is, surveying the crowd.
“Such a shame,” the young girl huffs, “he is so very handsome.”
“Yes, dear, but sadly not titled. We can do better,” her mother chides, moving them along out of earshot.
He will never get over how cutthroat the Ton can be, a part of his tender seventeen-year-old heart sinking. Not that he had a potential interest in that girl, more the principle that he will somehow be rendered as an also-ran, at best a consolation prize, for the rest of his life.
What is most galling, perhaps, is that, when his mother needs their presence the most on a night like tonight, the new VIscount is nowhere to be seen. Has not even bothered to show his face, running off to some spurious gambling den and brothel, spending the night indulging himself rather than facing society.
So here Benedict is, stepping up to play the dutiful son that his elder brother should be. Being the support their mother so desperately needs at her first event as a widow, her arm looped heavily through his, her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul.
“Tis a shame the Viscount did not deign the first event of the season worthy of his patronage,” she states pointedly as she sips champagne.
“I am sure he has very good reasons for his absence,” Benedict replies soothingly, covering for his errant brother, attempting to shield their mother from the truth of his philandering ways. Benedict knows it is Anthony’s way of dealing with the responsibility of the title of Viscount being thrust upon him so young. But sometimes, just sometimes, Benedict wishes he could escape his grief in such a manner, Anthony taking his turn attending a stuffy ball and playing guardian to a grieving woman. Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not, Benedict realises.
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She catches his eye at a garden party at Aubrey Hall. She is a pretty young lady, maybe eighteen to his twenty-three, with bright eyes and a sweet, happy face. She makes his palms slightly sweaty. He watches her from a distance, uncertain how to approach or what to say, feeling a little tongue-tied, even.
Just then, Anthony materialises at his shoulder.
“Who is that pretty young thing?” Anthony asks, tracing Benedict’s line of sight.
“Miss Bradstreet,” he replies, watching as she turns to face the sun, closing her eyes, basking in its warmth. The light captures her cheekbones perfectly, and he itches to have his sketchbook and capture her likeness. He would very much like to get to know her better.
“Let's go provide a warm welcome,” Anthony smirks, clapping a hand on Benedict’s shoulder and practically dragging him across the lawn.
Benedict reluctantly follows, a flutter of excitement as her eyes land upon them as they approach.
“Miss Bradstreet,” Anthony swaggers. “Viscount Bridgerton at your service; I am so very pleased to be your host today,” he bows.
Benedict's stomach plunges as he watches her practically melt into the lawn right there, virtually swooning at Anthony’s feet.
“Oh, and this is my brother, Benedict,” Anthony adds, almost as an afterthought.
She flicks her head to the side briefly to politely acknowledge Benedict before returning to Anthony. All of her undivided adoring attention on him as he regales the story of his latest hunting triumphs upon her insistence. Benedict heaves a sigh and watches as yet another young lady he likes chooses his brother over him. He is almost used to it now, but it doesn't stop the sting every time.
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Your world grinds to a halt as you see him. He is descending the stairs with what you assume is the rest of his family. He is very much in the middle of a tight circle, walking behind what appears to be his mother and perhaps older brother. Quite the most beautiful man you have ever seen, your heart pounding in your ears, your throat suddenly dry despite the lemonade in your hand. You assume they must be the hosts, seeing as they are the very last to enter the ballroom here at Bridgerton House, and there is no announcement of their name.
“Who is that?” you whisper, leaning towards your elder sister. She has been out among society for a year and knows the Ton better than you.
“That is the Bridgerton family, of course,” she replies. “Illustrious in the extreme. Our hosts for this evening. The Viscount there is the most eligible bachelor of every season… and every season, he has resisted a match. So I wouldn't bother if I were you,” she sniffs.
“Which is the Viscount?” you check, your eyes unable to leave the beautiful man with a cravat tied in the most unconventional fashion.
“The one with his arm looped with their mother, the dowager Viscountess, naturally,” your sister rolls her eyes as if patently obvious.
“And what of the others?” you inquire keenly, realising the man you admire cannot be the one your sister is referring to. “Do you know their names?”
“I do not,” she admits, “such things are not really important when one is looking for a titled husband,” she points out airily.
You nod, knowing the responsibility your sister must carry as firstborn to find a suitable match that can provide for your widowed mother and, indeed, perhaps yourself and your younger sister should neither of you be able to find a husband. You don’t envy her position one little bit.
You are, however, desperate to get closer to the most beautiful man you have ever seen. And so you spend your evening working towards them, in as polite of a fashion as you can, your stomach in knots of excitement to know him.
“Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton, it is an honour and a pleasure to meet you,” you curtsy, heart pounding as he now stands a few feet away, unable to look at him so close by.
“Hello, my dear and you are?” she asks politely.
“Miss y/n y/l/n, it is my very first season; I am so honoured to be here,” you explain. “I must provide the apologies of my mother, Mrs y/l/n, who could not attend tonight due to a cold, but she is so very thankful for the invitation.”
“Oh, of course,” the viscountess smiles. “I am so sorry to hear of her illness; please pass on my best regards… Anthony!” she turns to her side to grab the attention of a man. The viscount’s head whips around from where he is in discussion with another. “Come meet Miss y/l/n,” she needles pointedly. “Miss y/l/n, this is the Viscount Anthony Brdgerton, and he is so pleased not only to make your acquaintance but also for your presence here tonight,” she welcomes on his behalf, and you do not miss the subtle nudge in the ribs she gives him.
Then his regard is drawn to you. He is handsome certainly, and you appreciate his polite but absent-minded greeting. His attentions are obviously elsewhere, but then you cannot fault him as yours are the same. Your gaze strays over his shoulder to the man who first captures your attention. And your breath is stolen by how his hazy blue eyes stare intently at you.
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Benedict is twenty-six years old when he is struck by lightning. Not literally. But that is the sensation that runs through his body when he first lays eyes on you—politely introducing yourself to his mother and thanking her for your invitation to this ball.
He thought he knew what attraction was until this point. He thought he knew the depths to which one could fall in love in an instant. He was an utter fool. He looks at you, and at once, everything is so quiet and loud all at once. He is desperate to know you in a way he has never felt. To grab your hand, take you somewhere, and ask you a million questions to get to know your soul. He also wants to kiss you so much that his lips tingle. And inside, his lungs want to scream as his mother does the natural thing and introduces the beautiful, polite young lady to her most eligible son… Anthony.
Then his heart jolts as your eyes stray from Anthony and meets his, your pupils dilating in a way that makes his lungs too small to inhale air. It is the first and only time a young woman has had Anthony’s full attention and has looked away from it. And to him, no less. The tidal flood of chemicals in his system makes it feel like he is vibrating in his very shoes.
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You try your best to be polite and look at Anthony as he speaks, but your sight is drawn to this other man like a moth to a flame. From appearance, the second son, as you are the second daughter. A flare of understanding and sympathy in your chest as to how that is. You want to grab his hand and run away with him.
“My lord,” you find your voice and snap your eyes back to the Viscount, “would you do me the honour of introducing me to the rest of your wonderful family?” your ask, almost timid.
He looks temporarily taken aback, as if mystified why anyone in the Ton would care about the status of anyone beyond his mother and himself. You smile at him expectantly and do not miss, from the corner of your eye, how the beautiful man’s face is awash with surprise at your request.
“Oh, most certainly,” Anthony seems to snap out of his temporary stupor and turns to introduce his siblings in attendance. A tall, baby-faced young man stands to attention as Anthony moves from left to right. “This is Colin; he has just returned from his travels in Greece,” you nod and smile politely, knowing nothing of the subject. “And this is my sister, Eloise; it is her first season, and she is not in the slightest bit happy about that,” he adds dryly, and you can't help but giggle and feel a kinship with the spirited young lady who returns your wry smile. “My eldest sister, the Duchess of Hastings, who is visiting us,”
You curtsy and bow your head. “It is an honour, your Grace,” you add, and she smiles sweetly at you, her arm looped in her mother's.
“Obviously, you have met my mother,” he continues, and suddenly he is the last in the line. You feel your palms clench, sweaty in anticipation of learning his name “... and this is my brother, Benedict; he hopes to be an artist.”
You are finally brave enough to meet his eyes again. He is so achingly beautiful that the rest of his family, indeed the whole ballroom, melt away from your view—he is all you can see.
“Oh, I adore art,” you stutter, mesmerised, offering your hand to him, the first and only person in the family you do so to. Unseen by you, your gaze only on one man, Anthony’s mouth drops open in surprise.
Nothing can prepare you for when Benedict’s gloved hand gently touches yours, him bowing to kiss the back of your hand. You catch a woody citrus scent that makes your mouth water as he does so. And then you feel the warmth of his lips through your glove, and you are utterly undone.
“Miss y/l/n,” he rumbles quietly, the sound making your insides melt even more; it's deep and resonant and makes every inch of your body tingle.
“Please call me y/n,” you murmur, moving closer, knowing how scandalous that might be, but seemingly unable to stop yourself. He has a hypnotic hold over you that you don't want to fight.
“Only if you shall call me Benedict,” he breathes, and it takes Anthony clearing his throat to make you spring apart, suddenly remembering where you are.
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His lips touch the silk of your glove, and he is gone.
Already planning a future, his mind supplying images of you at his cottage out in the country, the lady of the house. Tending to the herb garden, reading happily curled up in front of the fire in the drawing room, fearlessly plucking a bow as you stand in front of joint archery targets gently teasing him for losing to a girl, and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.
He hears your sharp inhale, and his heart skips at the idea you feel it too. That you are the first woman ever that sees him and not Anthony. Really sees him. Not as the second son. Not as a consolation prize.
And when your body seems to sway towards him, he is already mentally asking his mother for a betrothal ring from her grandmother, which she said she is keeping just for him.
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“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. “Please, may we take a turn around the gardens?” you implore, the boldest you have ever been in your whole life.
“It would be my very greatest pleasure,” he responds.
And you know with absolute certainty you have met your husband, the father of your children, your very future.
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“It is not as if this is my show….” he sighs.
“You should not do that, darling,” you say affectionately, ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.
“Do what?” he breathes, his wedding ring catching the light as he places his hands gently over yours and stills your motions.
“Think of yourself as second,” you argue, running your hand over his cheek. “This gallery opening may feature others' work too, but you are the star of the exhibit,” you reassure, tilting his forehead down so it rests upon yours.
There it is again. That look that always floors you. Even now, a year later. Like you are the most wondrous creature, and he can scarcely believe you are his.
“Never forget, you will always be first to me,” you utter fiercely, watching his eyes soften with devotion. “And not just me….” you guide his sizeable warm hand onto the swell of your belly, “to us. We love you so much, Benedict,” your tone is ardent, wanting him to believe he deserves this recognition, that he should believe in himself the way that you do.
“I love you, too,” he responds quietly, reverentially. “So very much. Both of you are my whole world,” his voice choked with emotion, and you throw your arms around him and squeeze hard, wanting to telegraph just how much he is the very centre of your universe.
An hour later, you clutch your hands over your chest as you watch him being brought onto the raised stage and introduced to the crowd as they applaud him and his work rapturously, awaiting to hear him talk of his art. As he does so, you stroke your belly unseen under your cloak, beaming with pride for your wonderful husband.
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He sees your face in the crowd, and as ever, it calms him, especially at this landmark moment. So as he finishes the speech that he has rehearsed for days now, he decides to do something perhaps unconventional but something he seems unable to resist.
“Lastly, before I allow you back to your champagne,” he jests, finally at ease with the attention and recognition. “I want to thank my life’s inspiration, the very reason I stand before you today. My wonderful wife. Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice. You will always, always be my first choice. I love you.”
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♧ Not even a photo can capture your beauty
A silly drawing that almost didn't get finished but after reworking the lineart for pomni it's finally here. A jester n ragdoll being gay (also the outfits they have are stolen from pinterest)
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my half of an art trade with @opia-jpg!!! helen!!! spiral wife!
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for the event :3
may i request smt among the lines of: fine i'll admit it - i need help.
my first idea was dabi needed help with getting off hehe but you can adjust anything if it works better for you <3
ALSO CONGRATS AGAIN ANLWWKKDIC
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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐨𝐮𝐭 ♡
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2K MILESTONE EVENT
That night you returned late to the base. Shigaraki had sent you on a mission to gather some essential information related to Shie Hassaikai, which of course you succeeded. Though it wasn’t an easy task to do, and exhaustion had taken over your body. The rest of the gang was already asleep except Spinner who was on guard, so you guessed it’s better to update the boss tomorrow instead of waking him up at these late hours of night. Sleep wasn’t something you all could get often when being wanted villains.
As you went upstairs, heading to your room, a faint noise coming from the room next to yours had you stop in your tracks. Dabi’s room.
It sounded like a groan, a frustrated one, mixed with heavy breathing. You weren’t fond of spying behind doors but your curiosity didn’t help. Maybe your teammate was hurt, or getting suffocated in his sleep, so it was best to take a small peek, just to make sure things are alright.
Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of him, shirtless, lowered jeans, resting on his bed while his hand was slowly pumping his pierced cock. The way he was doing it, slow movements before tightening the grip on his head, his balls flexing at the movement and his head falling back..it looked like he was reaching that pleasurable feeling but at the same time not reaching it at all. And he seemed frustrated, his dark eyebrows furrowed, biting his lower lip.
You didn’t even notice you were almost drooling while looking at Dabi, an unfamiliar warmth growing between your legs with each beautiful sound he’d let out, your eyes glued on his toned scarred body.
“..enjoying the show~?”
His voice startled you, embarrassment and shame creeped in your face. You thought of running and pretending you didn’t see anything, but you’d only be lying to yourself. Dabi didn’t even bother to cover himself, but instead he just smirked smugly at you, a red tint covering his cheeks as well. You entered slowly, gulping nervously and barely keeping eye contact.
“Well.. not sure about that. Seems like you’re uhh.. suffering rather than taking pleasure from this” you said with a teasing tone in your voice.
“And what do you mean by that, huh?” he raised an eyebrow, taken back from your tone. He should be the one teasing your little voyeur ass, not vice-versa.
“I mean.. do you even know how to do it? I think you do need some help” you grinned while Dabi frowned at you, insulting words ready to spill out of his mouth as usual. But he was too desperate to cum, for the past 20 minutes he had failed to do so. You gave him a knowing look, and he gave up resisting
“Tch, fine I’ll admit it- I need help” he grunted and his consent was all you needed to hear.
Whether with your own hand or mouth, that night you made Dabi cum almost 5 times. Each time he came, spilling his warm seed deep in your mouth, you made sure not to waste a single drop. He moaned at the way your skilled hand jerked him off so good, the way your tongue teased his tip, smearing the precum before deepthroating him. It was becoming too much. But you were a little devil too, edging him until he begged you to let him cum. Overstimulating him until he begged you to stop.
Oh man, it was music to your ears, the way he whimpered and his breath hitched, the way his cock throbbed in your mouth as he desperately whispered “more”, the way he was gripping the bedsheets and his azure eyes rolled back, by the end of it all you were drenched too. Dabi could swear he’d never cum so much in his life, but your little tricks had him come undone multiple times. Maybe needing help wasn’t a bad thing after all, and he might reach for it more from now on.
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*escrevendo em inglês para que chegue a mais pessoas ♡*
This blog finally got the 2k mark, and I am very grateful for everything you have done for me. From following me to liking my posts, you were essential for me to not give up! Thank you, truly!
some of my favorite blogs on this site:
( in no particular order )
@dearspnik, @arisuwg, @lillyzita, @mareslua, @v6mpcat, @ecojinri, @jenflag, @candiesz, @tookio, @i6gyu, @artsyeoll, @2592, @sailorjisunq, @doyoungr, @furtaccor, @jazzitos, @cru3wrld, @v6que, @baesol, @solestas, @galapogos, @gaecoo, @flwzai, @kiwd, @m-qrk, @giraisol
( there are many but these were the ones I remembered )
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HAPPY 2K! guys its time to celebrate again cause your fav month just hit a milestone that is huge for a blog like hers 😝😝 first of all, tysm for all of the support and sweet messages i get omgg 😭 they mean so much to me and i appreciate every single one of you! (except for the ppl with long weird users or dozen supporters) i wouldnt even get so far without all of you guys's support like??? you all are literally the best ilysm please dont stop being amazing xx
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#youre safe as a dozen supporter if i follow you#thats the only exception im going to make#mentions not in order#or kind of#i put my moots at the top ig#happy 2k!#tysm#NO BUT THANK YOU.#YERIS TOES 2K ERA START#doie icon for luck bbys#minh logging off or smth
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Happy 2k!!
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HAPPY 2K WHAT THE HELLLL ?!!😮😮
I am ever so grateful and can’t thank all of you angels enough for this! I never thought I would be capable of growing my blog to where it is now but I’m so so happy I’ve managed to do so. reaching 2k just shortly after 1k is so unreal and I’m so so happy and I’m looking forward to the next milestone <33
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2K FOLLOWERS!!
omg i still can't believe that we hit 2k followers already I never thought I would go this far im literally in tears omg 😭
tysm for supporting me and loving my blog u guys are my motivation I love u all soo much !!
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@tozak-i , @y-unjis , @wonflirtz , @chwies , @wonlita , @baesol , @vivihrts , @boos2bies , @vg-k , @k-yujin , @miunote , @phuoris , @kthvartts , @wylvrr , @fuckici
@i094 , @froopis , @i4sullyoon , @fuckizie , @i4hvcky , @v-eu , @v8mphcn , @9society , @l-vie , @c-oonote ++ and many more !!
mwah ily <3
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✧ ࣪ happy 2k followers!! ─ ୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹
i can't believe that this blog has hit 2k it's just incredible, when i started the blog i only did it for curiosity and diversity, i never thought i would reach so many people, now i really felt in love with this community and all the persons who support me, it's just amazing and i have no words to express everything sorry ksbsksb, finally and most importantly, tysm everyone who followed me and supported me all this time, it truly means the world to me!!
and ofc tysm to my boys and i dedicate every achievement to them <3
— ⟡ here are some of my favorite blogs, thank you all ࣪ ׅ ⊹
< @taevlogg ; @minguukie ; @miniemalism ; @9597tk ; @poeticore ; @diorjjmn ; @ggukzito-s ; @arsonkoobi ; @webzzo ; @yoonitos ; @rkivsfe ; @jink9ok ; @jhennova ; @rkivebts ; @pisciscat 3
#tysm for this!!#love u all#2k celebration#bts#bangtan#followers#tumblog#thank you 💗💗💗#tysm for the support
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tysm for 2k followers ! if you told me when i started my blog 3 months ago that i would hit 2k followers, i would never have believed it! i am so grateful for all of the support and love shown to me throughout my time here! i'm so happy that you guys enjoy my blog!
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a huge & special thank you to @i4sullyoon, @s-heon, and @eliatopia for inspiring me to start a blog of my own, i love your blogs sm and i'm so thankful for all of your support! i love you guys so much and you guys mean the world to me /p!
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favorite blogs: (not in any order!) @i4sullyoon @s-heon @s-hyia @deaimachi @eliatopia @beomie-313 @sweegum @fuckizie @h-itomi @miunote @ihanni @v-ico @v-iviz @soprias @contexty @thebillage @wonflirtz @eclipie @ecojinri @boos2bies
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@y-unjin @i-yunjin @daisyeji @arttmeow @v6mpcat @tyunlouv @chouqs @i4hvcky @yoyojoy @yu-seo @wonlita @wonslvr @l-unaz @irenjuns @dokiszn @kepli-n @shinoinhas @j-iheon @docetie @fuckici @souffle-fluff @soprias @gaecoo @dorouji @byu-t
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OHHH BESTIE I WANt a mOODBOARD 📸📸📸
AllSO XONGRATS ON 2k I LOVR THIS FOR U THIS IS SO SO EXCIRIMF
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Omg??? 2k on Dad Bod!Miguel???
Thank u soooooooo muuuuuuuch!!!!
(Giving every single one of y’all a Forehead kiss so if u feel a tickle on ur face, that was me)
#luv y’all#tysm#omg#2k#wow#that’s absolutely bonkers#actually insane#Miguel O’Hara#miguel o’hara one shot#miguel o’hara fanfiction
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ABOUT TO COMBUST YOUR ART IS SO GOOD????? I LOVE YOUR STYLE SM. LITRO MY FAVORITE BSD ARTIST
??!?!!???!? oh wow that is a very high compliment tysm ?? 😭😭
i cant believe only got into this anime in december but ive already met so so many cool people from it :D not to mention how much my artstyle has changed 😭 but for the better i think
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u guys love me so bad
#im wife-ing everyone up like#i love being married#wow#i have sm fans#tysm for 2.2k doritoritoes fans a few weeks after hitting 2k !!!#loml frrrr#! clearing mind .. 🫧
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honestly i didnt realize that ive been writing consistently for a year now 🥹 im almost a month late but happy one year to user kazumist 💛 and if youve been here from the start you probably know that my old url used to be taokives HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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