#it’s ben’s birthday y’all

[yr-martyr]

Happy birthday Ben!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yay!! February 25!

[baura-bear]

“Yes exactly 😃🤳🏻👉exactly!”

[whodarestoloveforever]

Hard to believe this was a year ago today.

I’m still so grateful I was able to see POTO the night of the 35th anniversary; it actually brings me to tears. 💕

[i-like-writing-stuff]

never changing; part two [ five hargreeves x reader ]

a/n: y’all this ain’t much i’m still trying to reacommodate myself back into writing but i will share a final part 3 to this imagine eventually!!!

again this is just fluff and banter i love keeping things light hearted

and i’m trying to heal myself with what could’ve been 😔

summary: you and the hargreeves siblings start your rescue mission

“Well, you all certainly look shittier than the other,” You crossed your arms awkwardly, watching the seven Hargreeves siblings as they were all clutching onto their bodies, sprawled across what used to be the fancy mansion that they grew up in.

Now it was just looking as beat down as your family.

“You’re fucked up in the head,” Ben groaned, making you roll your eyes.

“Coming from the dipshit who roofied his siblings with space juice… that’s a big statement,” Diego mumbled, as the others nodded in agreement.

After Gracie’s birthday party, you intended to go back to the office and catch up on some paperwork. The current case you were working on was truly a pain in the ass. Ever since you started working on it a couple of months ago, you didn’t think that anything else was more important than trying to win it. Boy, were you wrong.

You intended to leave the party a bit earlier, so that’s exactly what you did. Even if you felt like you couldn’t get enough of bantering with the family, playing with Gracie and most specially, talking to Five, you eventually dragged yourself back to the car and drove back to work. You needed that gathering, you truly did- in spite of the inevitably awkward moments.

That’s why when Five called you to inform to that Viktor got kidnapped, you didn’t hesitate to drive back to the mansion and regroup with the siblings to rescue their brother. One thing led to another, you managed to save him and even celebrate after that, but it wouldn’t be a Hargreeves mission without something going sideways.

“We have to get going, asshats,” Five reminded you all, stroking his hair.

You wanted to comfort him, as your heart sunk watching the dark circles around his eyes. His skin was as pale as a ghost, and he was groaning lightly through heavy breaths. His long fingers were running through his messy hair, as his other hand was holding the marigold jar loosely.

You always thought how stupid it was that you could just look at him for hours, just because he was so pretty. He could be doing nothing, you still couldn’t get enough of him.

This is so embarrassing, it’s been six years, you thought to yourself, looking away exactly as he caught a glimpse of your stare, Besides, he looks like he is dying. Handsomely, but dying, nonetheless.

The same man who kidnapped Viktor last night entrusted you with a rescue mission to bring his daughter back home. You decided not to pursue it, eventually, and before you went your separate ways, you all had a shot of Sake, ushered by Ben.

The rest is history.

Point is, everyone seemed to have their powers back.

“Shotgun,” You raised a hand, as the seven siblings started cussing at you on your way to Diego and Lila’s van.

You felt very nostalgic, since so many years passed without being with everyone. It was bittersweet, but you tried to promise to yourself to not get too attached. You liked your current life, and as lovely as it was spending time with Five, that led to nowhere. It was just a stupid little crush, anyway.

The family van was parked in front of the building, right in front of your car, so Diego started moving some thing into your car trunk to make room for everyone. Allison and Klaus were talking to Claire on the phone, as Ben, Luther and Lila were bickering about the sconces and Viktor was still trying to calm his nerves.

“You okay?” You placed your hand on Five’s shoulder, feigning a confident smile.

You were honestly so concerned for them, all of them.

“Just the most annoying hangover in my life,” Five placed his hand on yours absentmindedly.

Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal, he appreciated your concern, he always did. When he got hurt in missions you were always scolding him and he acted annoyed with your protectiveness, but this was the first time he actually showed gratitude for it.

“But you don’t gotta get all up in my ass,” He added with a smirk, taking your hand off his shoulder.

There it was.

He still held onto it, proudly, as you rolled your eyes, not even noticing how naturally your hands locked together.

“Oh please, you’d love me to get all up on you,” You scoffed, making him chuckle.

“Since when are you so arrogant?” He wondered.

“I may have picked up a thing or two from you over the years,” You shrugged your shoulders lightly.

“Should’ve picked up the phone more often,” Five said, causing you to wave a hand in front of your face bored of how many times you’ve been told that;

“The phone that…”

“Works both ways,” He interrupted you, “Yeah, yeah.”

“Then you don’t really have a leg to stand on,” You declared with a smile.

“Is that right?” He took a step closer, eyeing you curiously.

If you were to ask him where did that come from, he really had no idea what to say. Five always was unpredictable, but this was something new. But then again, it’s not like your relationship was that cold- it wasn’t. However, he was playing with fire a tad too much.

It all felt so ridiculous. How could he still make your heart thump heavily just with a simple look? You felt so little compared to him, as hard as you tried to seem confident. With the help of your platform boots you were still almost reaching his chin, and that was to show you just how young you both still were, even if your mental ages begged to differ.

“You still look like shit,” You broke the ice, still trying to keep up a tough exterior.

“Bullshit,” Five grinned, obviously feeling a lot better.

Little did you know how much your simple presence helped his mental well-being.

Surprisingly, he thought to himself.

“Are you two gonna suck faces or can we move along?” Ben suddenly walked up to you and his brother, as the rest of the family was watching everything unfold as if it was a soap opera.

“Why’d you wanna watch your brother kiss someone?” You wondered, letting go of Five’s hand to climb into the car along the others.

“That’s not okay,” Klaus agreed.

“You’re getting weirder by the second,” Allison told Ben, as he tried to argue.

“What the fuck?” Diego turned to watch his brother disgusted, as Viktor was just silently side-eyeing the tentacle man.

“I fucking hate you all,” Ben said defeated, looking around the car.

“At least they don’t wanna watch their fresh 19 year old brother eat tongue,” You couldn’t help the banter.

“Don’t say fresh 19,” Luther chimed in as well, as the siblings turned to you now.

“He is 64, nothing about him is fresh,” Klaus pointed out.

“Shut the fuck up, fuckface,” Five only rolled his eyes.

And thus the road-trip begun.

[winchesterwild78]

Brat

Master List

Characters: Ben (Soldier Boy) x Reader (girlfriend), mention of other characters

Warnings: Use of degrading names (consensual), SMUT!, a sprinkle of fluff, Soldier Boy (because he’s a warning all by himself), rough touching, unprotected sexual contact (cover it people)

A/N: Happy Birthday @cheynovak! Just a filthy birthday present for Chey. I hope you enjoy. Y’all don’t read this if you don’t like rough, degrading, but consensual sex. This is just pure SMUT and of course it has Soldier Boy so you know it’s going to be nasty in the best possible way. 

I wrote this fast and edited it fast-please overlook any mistakes.

Minors DNI 18+

You woke up early to the sounds of the birds singing. It was still dark outside, but you had to work. You stretched, groaned and reached your hand over to try and feel your boyfriend of 2 years beside you. You felt a pang of sadness when your hand touched the cold bed. 

A smile creeped across your face, Maybe he got up early to make me breakfast or he has a surprise planned. You climbed out of bed thinking your boyfriend, Ben, or Soldier Boy as the rest of the world knew him, was up making you breakfast. It was your birthday after all. The one day a year where everything should be about you.

You quickly showered and got dressed. You decided to wear the short black pencil skirt and off white thin blouse Ben loved on you. It showed off all his favorite parts of your body, your tits, your hips, and your perfect ass. You also wore the green lace bra that matched his suit. You had it made a few months ago and it drove him wild.

“Now everyone will know you belong to me doll.” He growled when he first saw it. You ordered a few, because sometimes Ben forgot his own strength and would rip your clothes. 

Walking down the hallway of your shared apartment your heart sank. The house was quiet and dark. Ben wasn’t there. You blinked away the tears that filled your eyes. A stray tear fell anyway. Quickly wiping it away you made a coffee, grabbed your stuff and headed to work. 

Vought Tower was a buzz of activity today. As soon as you walked through the doors you felt it. As you passed the security desk, Bob, the head of security waved, smiled and yelled “Happy Birthday!” You smiled and thanked him.

You got on the elevator and pushed your floor. You checked your phone and saw dozens of messages from friends and family, but nothing from Ben. Your heart sank more.

When the elevator arrived at your floor you walked to your office. Passing Ben’s office, you heard him in there talking to someone. Hesitating at the door, you decided to keep walking. 

When you opened your office door you saw the most beautiful bouquet of y/f/f on your desk. It was huge and practically covered your desk. There were other gifts and cards. You sighed, letting out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

Sitting your things down you grabbed the card attached to the flowers. Your heart was thumping with anticipation in your chest. Then your heart sank. These beautiful flowers weren’t from Ben. The card read: Happy Birthday, Y/N! We love you and can’t wait to celebrate later with you. Annie, Huey, Butcher, MM, Frenchie and Kimiko.

Moving the flowers to the side you sent a message to the group text. Which Ben happened to be in too. 

You: Hey guys! Just got in and saw the beautiful flowers. Thank you for remembering my birthday. Love you guys so much! 

Annie: Yay! So glad you liked them. Can’t wait for later.

Huey: Annie and Kimiko picked them out, but Happy Birthday.

Butcher: Happy Birthday, love. 

MM: Yeah, Happy Birthday, Y/N.

Frenchie: Joyeux anniversaire mon amour

Kimiko: 🥰 💝 🎉

Ben: Get back to work!

His message pissed you off, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You stepped in your office bathroom and slipped off your panties. Knowing when you bent over just enough of your pussy would show. What better way to get back at Ben for forgetting your birthday than to tease him. 

You grabbed your notebook, coffee and pen for the early morning meeting everyone was expected to go to. Walking into the conference room you were greeted by coworkers wishing you a Happy Birthday. You smiled, hugged them and your eyes flicked up to meet Ben’s. His face was cold with no expression. 

One of your male coworkers walked over to you and handed you a small gift and you hugged him. This time when you looked at Ben you saw a flash of anger and jealousy in his eyes as his jaw clenched. You smirked. 

Taking a seat, you decided to sit away from Ben. Your usual seat was right beside him. His mouth slightly opened when he saw you sit down. Whispers filled the room, which only intensified Ben’s growing frustration. 

“Alright, let's shut up and get to business.” Ben’s voice boomed through the room. A hushed silence fell. The tension in the air crackled. You sat in the meeting staring Ben down. Biting your lip, leaning forward and letting just the top of your breasts show. At one point Ben asked for the documents you had. Walking over to him you handed them to him. You ‘accidentally’ dropped your pen as you walked away and you bent down to pick it up. Ben saw you weren’t wearing any panties. A low growl came from his chest. You smirked when you saw Ben adjust himself. 

By the end of the meeting the tension in the air between you and Ben was so thick and strained. It was like a rubber band being pulled until it was ready to snap. Ben’s voice boomed, laced with frustration and anger as he told everyone to get out. The meeting was over. “Now, everyone get the fuck out and get back to work. Y/N, I need you to stay. I need to talk to you.” 

You gathered your things and looked up at Ben, “Sorry Soldier Boy, I have another meeting I have to get to. Whatever you need will have to wait.” Annie smirked as you gathered the rest of your stuff and sauntered out of the room.

Ben growled in frustration. You heard his heavy footsteps behind you, “I told you to stay, that I needed to talk to you.” “I heard you, Soldier Boy, and I told you I had another meeting and you’d have to wait.” 

As you got to your office door, Ben was hot on your heels. Pushing open your office door you felt Ben grab your arm, causing you to drop your things. “Woman, I told you to wait!” “And I told you no!” 

He pushed you against the door closing it. His face inches from yours. “Why do you have to be such a fucking brat?” He growled low. “Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole?” 

Ben crashed his lips on yours, pinning your hands to the door. He growled in your mouth as he deepened the kiss. “You’re such a little slut, walking around this office with your cunt out. Were you hoping someone would fuck your little pussy for your birthday?” 

You bit his lip, “Someone has to, because my boyfriend forgot my fucking birthday.” You pushed past him and bent over to gather your things. You stuck your ass in the air, giving Ben a perfect shot of your glistening folds. 

Ben couldn’t help himself anymore. The sight of you in his favorite outfit, your pussy on full display, just waiting to be filled up. He grabbed your hips and pulled you over to the couch. Throwing you over the arm he hiked up your skirt, revealing how wet you really were. 

A smile tugged at your face. You heard his belt buckle and your walls clenched. Ben slid his thick fingers in between your folds and felt how wet you were for him. “Mmm such a needy little slut aren’t you. Is this all for me, or were you hoping someone else would fill this hole?” 

You wouldn’t answer him, you just smirked and bit your lip. “Answer me, or you don’t get anymore of this.” He thrusted his fingers inside you and then pulled out. You whined, “Yes Ben, I was hoping you’d fill me up. Nobody else.” His fingers went back inside, pulling a moan from your lips, “That’s right baby, who’s pussy is this?” Through shaky breaths you moaned, “Yours, only yours. Please Ben, I need you.” You begged as your body ached for him.

“Such a needy little whore aren’t you? Want my cock to fill you up, fuck a baby into you?” You nodded and moaned. “Nuh-uh, use your words, pretty girl.” “B…b…Ben, please, fill me up. Fuck a baby into me.”

Ben’s cock twitched at my words and he lined himself up and pushed in your dripping hole. You gasp and grip the couch. His hands are grabbing your hips as he’s driving his cock deep inside you. You feel the sting of his fingers digging into your flesh. Then without warning, one of his large hands comes down and smacks your ass hard. The sting sends a shock through your body. You yelped. Ben’s hand rubbed where he’d slapped you. 

His pace is hard and brutal, but you couldn’t get enough of it. Taking your hand you slid it down to your throbbing clit. You start rubbing, chasing your release. “No! Don’t you dare. You don’t get to cum until I make you cum.” Ben slapped your hand away. 

Ben grabbed your hips and pulled you up, he pulled out and walked around to the couch, sitting down. He pulled you on top of him.

Sliding his hands up your shirt, he removed it, revealing your bra. He smiled and you smirked. He carefully unhooked your bra and your breasts sprang free. As he cupped them and started sucking on your nipples, you lined yourself up and sat down on his cock. Taking every inch in quickly. You gasped and placed your hands on his broad chest to steady yourself. 

Rocking your hips back and forth, Ben continued the brutal assault on your tits. One of his hands went into your hair and pulled your head back. Revealing your neck and breasts to him more. You continued to bounce on his cock, feeling your coil build and the need for your release growing stronger. “Please Ben, I need to cum. Please let me cum.” You begged. 

Ben kissed up your neck, and to your ear, “Not yet doll. I’m not done with you yet.” Ben stood up, your legs wrapped around his waist and his cock still inside you. He flipped you over on the couch and threw your legs over his broad shoulders. 

He pounded you into the couch, pushing you further into a fucked out state. Your mind going hazy and all sense going out the window. His hand gripped your neck. Which turned you on more. You trusted Ben, he’d never hurt you, and when he was rough there was always a gentleness to it. Ben loved you and you loved him. 

“You like that? Being fucked by a real man?” You nodded. “I can’t hear you, maybe I should stop.” “No….Ben….don’t….yes….I….like….it. Fuck!” You said through each thrust.

Ben pulled out and you groaned. He stood, pulled you into his arms and placed a soft kiss on your lips. He walked you over to your desk and helped you on it. You sat on the edge and Ben dropped to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders he started to attack your pussy. Licking and sucking your hole and your clit. Your hands went into his hair and pulled him closer. “Oh fuck, Ben! Just like that baby.” He started eating you like he was a starved man. Pushing two meaty fingers inside and hooking them up. You pushed into him. “Oh Ben, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum.” You were a sweating, panting mess, ready for your release. 

Ben hummed against your clit and sucked hard. “Cum for me darlin’.” That pushed you over the edge. You came with a scream of his name. He lapped your release up, and when he stood you saw his beard was glistening. Ben kissed your lips and you could taste your release. 

He brushed a stray hair off of your sweat covered brow and smiled softly at you. “Benji, fuck a baby into me.” Ben pulled you off the desk and leaned you over it, pushing your belly into the hardwood. His hand grabbed your hips and the other lined himself up. He thrusted in and fucked you hard. Grabbing your hair. The fast, hard pace was pushing your belly and thighs into the desk. You knew you’d have bruises, but you didn’t care. 

As Ben got closer to his release you felt his thrusts get harder and his grunts louder. 

“I’m going to fuck a baby into this pretty little pussy so the whole world knows who you belong to.” Ben came with a grunt, you felt his release coating your walls. You bit your lip at the thought of having his baby. You were in love with him and saw a future with him. 

As Ben softened he pulled out, watching some of his cum fall to the floor. He smirked. He gently helped you up and grabbed a tissue to clean you. After the two of you got dressed, Ben kissed you. His lips, soft and gentle on yours. “I love you, Ben. That was amazing.”  “I love you too, Y/N. Happy Birthday, baby. Even if you are a brat.” 

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[olivesjaw]

[kingstarkingslay]

Y’all know how Andrew Garfield almost got the role of Prince Caspian but then apparently he wasn’t handsome enough? What if that was the premise for a Wolfstar fic? Movie star Remus Lupin auditions for Prince Caspian but then Hearttrob Sirius Black gets the role? And when Remus reveals this at a talk show one night years later everyone goes wild and thinks he hates Sirius ( when in reality he’s actually secretly engaged to him 😭😭😭 ) ( James is the talk show host )

Also, Ben Barnes and Andrew Garfield have the same birthday?? Like how crazy is that??!!!

[darkwing-katy]

The Promise - Oneshot

Pairing: Benjamin Linus x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 2,769

Summary: You’ve been on the Island for a while now, and tonight, you’re ready to try and ask your leader if you can go off-Island for a week. But Ben wants to make sure that you’ll come back to the Island…and to him.

It’s easy to extract promises when the person you’re talking to seems to be fixated on you.

A/N: Yeah, you know how some people enjoy celebrating fictional character birthdays? Happy birthday to our favorite manipulative bastard! Literally just a self-indulgent oneshot I came up with when I was super sick a while ago.

Tagging: (because I’m 99.99% sure y’all wanna be tagged in any Ben/Michael Emerson-related fics I post here haha) @erobias @vi-er @primosflowergarden

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You stare at the white door ahead of you. It’s now or never, (Y/N), you think to yourself. Now or never. With a deep inhale, you lift your chin, determined to not let your nervousness show. Nervousness will be seen as weakness, and that will not help your case in any way. 

You lift your hand and knock once, twice, three times.

“Come in!”

You close your eyes and suck in another breath, then open them as you reach for the doorknob. It turns easily, and before you know it, you’re standing in Benjamin Linus’s house. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in here, but each time gives you a little thrill of excitement. There’s just something about Ben that fills you with a craving for more of him, more of his presence, more of his voice, more of him. 

Okay, yeah, so you’re possibly a bit obsessed with him. But who wouldn’t be?

And now he’s peering at you through his glasses, tilting his head in what appears to be confusion as he reads on his couch. You allow yourself a moment to memorize the sight of him—you’ve only seen him in his glasses on one other occasion and it had been so unexpectedly striking that you’ve been trying to orchestrate a way for you to catch a glimpse of him wearing them again.

Of course, it’d be tonight of all nights. Right when you need your wits about you the most, there they are, all circular and gold-rimmed and perfectly suited to his face.

“(Y/N). To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asks.

Now or never, now or never, you chant in your head. “I had a request,” you reply.

Ben raises an eyebrow, but it’s friendly. His lips curve just a hair, and he motions for you to come further into the house. You do so, ignoring the way your heartbeat quickens as you draw close to him. He’s wearing a blue-striped button up shirt with his usual khaki pants, but the first two buttons are undone, revealing the white undershirt. His demeanor still screams that he’s in charge, that he’s the leader here, but in a casual way that you rarely experience.

It’s a little jarring to see Ben like this, but you’ll happily take it.

He inclines his head towards the ottoman next to him, and you take a seat on it, acutely aware of how close your leg is to his. There’s a modest gap between you, and you’re certain that he doesn’t know what his proximity to you does to your insides because he’s still giving you a pleasant smile, one that makes your stomach do little flips and flutters. His eyes are fixed on you, giving you his full, undivided attention. Your cheeks grow warm, but you’re not here for that. You’re here on a mission.

“I want to go off-Island,” you say.

Ben’s eyebrows raise higher. He wasn’t expecting that to be your request. “Why?”

Now. Or. Never. “My little sister graduates from college this week. I want to watch her graduate.”

He cocks his head in the other direction. “How do you know—,”

“I’ve had her graduation date memorized since the day she got into this school,” you reply, guessing at what he was about to ask. “I’ve been counting the days.”

Ben makes a humming sound deep in his throat. You’re not sure what that means.

“It’s only for a week,” you continue, leaning forward, bridging the gap between the two of you. “And then I’ll be right back here.”

Ben closes the book in his hands, sets it to the side. He mirrors you, leaning forward, closing that gap even more, one hand moving to the couch armrest. “What if you don’t want to come back? What if being back amongst your family makes you want to leave for good?”

There’s a strange edge to his voice, one that you can’t quite place. “It won’t,” you reply.

“How do you know?”

“It won’t,” you repeat, this time firmer. Ben doesn’t seem like he believes you, though, because he leans back with a sigh. How can you convince him? You’re not about to tell him that you can never leave the Island for good as long as he’s here, that a week with your family is nothing compared to years with him. You just can’t. You’re obsessed with him. You might even be in love with him.

But you absolutely cannot tell him that, can’t tell him that the thought of being apart from him forever wrenches at you in a way that fills you with dread.

You can’t go the rest of your life without those eyes in your life.

“How do I know I can trust you?” 

You offer him a smile. “What if I promise to come back?”

Ben’s lips twitch, just a fraction. “I’m afraid that’s not good enough, (Y/N).”

“I could give you my word.” 

His eyes bore into yours, then they flick downwards. You’re not quite sure what he’s searching for—you’re being truthful in everything you say.

So then you decide to try something a little bolder. It might completely fuck up your plans, but what the hell, why not? 

You put your hand over his. “Ben, I give you my word that I’ll come back.” You lock your eyes on his, trying to will him to understand. You hold each other’s gaze for what feels like an eternity, unblinking, barely breathing. And then there’s a subtle shift in the mood, one that you can’t quite articulate, but you feel it shivering in the air.

You blink without meaning to, and the moment is gone, whatever it was. You draw back—when had you gotten so close to Ben, anyways?—but before you get too far, his hand flips over, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, holding you in place. You freeze at his touch. “Don’t move,” he says, but he needn’t have. You’re not going anywhere when he’s holding you like that. His thumb traces over your pulse, the sensation sending goosebumps up your arm. You pray he hasn’t noticed, but he’s Ben. Of course he has.

“Close your eyes,” he breathes, but it’s still a command. And one that you obey automatically.

You close your eyes and wait, unsure of what’s coming. Everyone treats Ben with respect and fear. You’ve heard some of the more…unsavory rumors surrounding him, but they haven’t stopped you from developing feelings for him. If anything, they’ve only made it worse.

Well, shit, you think. Your eyes move beneath the lids, but Ben had ordered you to keep them shut, so as much as you desperately want to open them, you can’t. You won’t.

And Ben knows this.

He’s been watching you when you’re not looking, catching those forlorn glances you sent his way. He’s seen the way your eyes linger on him when he’s around, the way you turn your head the moment you suspect he’s seen you in return. He’s made a mental catalogue of every little thing you do when you’re around him, the way your head lifts when he speaks, the way your eyes have traced over his face, the way your ears seem to prick up when his name is called by someone else.

He’s been paying attention to you, too. 

He didn’t think you’d be this brave, though. Most of your interactions with him have been minimal, none so daring as this. He knew about your sister, of course. He might not care for his own family ties, aside from Alex, but he respects the connections of his people to their families. Only a few have asked him to visit the mainland, and he’s granted that request even fewer times. It’s too risky—the Island is his priority, and he cannot allow someone to abruptly decide to leave. 

But you’ve given him your word, and there’s something else, too. He felt the trembling of your hand as you set it atop his. He felt your racing heartbeat, noticed the sharp inhale when he twisted his fingers around your hand. You like him, you have feelings for him.

It makes him feel powerful, and he quite enjoys that.

Now he wonders just how far he can take it. How far you’re willing to let him push you.

Which is exactly why he lets you sit there for a minute or two, testing your obedience. You don’t open your eyes, and he smirks—not that you can see it.

And then he decides to go even further. He removes his glasses, sets them aside, then leans forward and presses his lips against yours. He’s rewarded with a startled, questioning sound coming from your throat.

Is—Is—is Ben kissing me?! you manage to wonder, but as you do so, you lean back, pulling away. It’s not for a lack of wanting it to continue; it’s more born from confusion, from a sense of, Oh, my God, is this really happening? 

You can’t help it; your eyes pop open and meet blazing blue eyes, sparking with mischief, with intelligence, and with—with a little bit of what you swear is desire, or maybe curiosity?

“I thought I told you to keep your eyes closed,” Ben says, a smirk curling up his lip.

And that does it. This time, you’re the one pressing your lips against his. Hell, this might be the only chance you get to live out this particular fantasy, and you’re not gonna waste it. You’re not gentle about it, either. You push hard enough to earn a noise from him, and then you’re thinking, fuck it all to hell as you climb off of the ottoman and into his lap, straddling him. His hands reach up and around you, pulling you further into him, and your hands work their way upwards, tangling in his short hair. You accidentally pull a little harder than you mean to, and Ben growls, deep in his throat, and oh, God, is that sexy.

His fingers dig into your back. It’s painful, but not enough that it makes you want to stop. In fact, it only spurs you on, and before you know it, a moan escapes from you, startling you. You pull back, chest heaving, and Ben is also breathing heavily, his eyes locked on your face. His pupils are wide, nearly obfuscating his blue eyes, and there’s a darkness within them that demands more, more, give me more.

You want to give in to that darkness, see where it takes you both, but then you’re hit by an abrupt wave of embarrassment. Holy shit, I just made out with Benjamin Linus. 

You become dimly aware of the fact that you’re still sitting on his lap, that his arms are still wrapped around you. Oh shit, what the hell just happened?! 

Your mind is scrambling to understand the last three minutes, but all you can think about is how good it felt to be kissing him, how much you wanted to stay right there, how much you wanted to rip off that fancy button-up shirt and run your hands up and down his chest. How much you want to devour him, let him do whatever he wants to you as long as you can do the same in exchange.

You shift awkwardly and bite your lip. “Uhm, uhm, so—so sorry,” you splutter. You attempt to slide off of him, but Ben holds you in place, keeping you trapped.

“What for?” he asks, unblinking, unfazed.

You swallow. Hard. “Uhm. For. Uh. That.” You wave a hand in the air, unsure what else to do to convey the feelings threatening to overwhelm you. “I didn’t, I didn’t, uh.” All of your words are gone, lost in the sensation of Ben.

He’s smirking now. “You didn’t?” He arches an eyebrow at you, and you gulp.

“Okay, so I did,” you mutter, and this time, when you try to scoot backwards, he allows you. You sit on the ottoman, Ben not once taking his eyes off of you. God, that stare is intimidating. “Sorry,” you add, just because you’re genuinely not sure if he’s offended or not, and it’s better to be safe than sorry when it comes to him.

“Don’t be,” is all he says. Then, as if he thinks he needs to reassure you, “I didn’t mind it.”

Your face had cooled down, but his words send heat surging all throughout your cheeks and ears again. “Good, I guess,” you say, unsure of what else you could possibly say.

The room feels too large now, too open. You stand up, fully intending to run off and try to figure out what the fuck just happened. Ben doesn’t try to stop you, and you think you’re disappointed by that, until you reach the door. No sooner has your hand touched the cool metal of the doorknob than you hear him.

“The submarine leaves in the morning and comes back in a week.”

You stop. Turn around slowly. Ben’s glasses are back on his face, his book open again in his hands like you didn’t just have a make-out session. His hair is still ruffled from your hands, though, the usual spikiness of it in sensual disarray. You flush at the sight, and then he peers at you through the golden rims.

“I expect you to be on it when it returns.”

You force yourself to smile. “And what if I’m not?” you dare to quip.

His eyes are sharp and cold. “Then I’ll have to come get you myself.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and it’s not altogether unpleasant. There’s a threat there, a threat and a promise, one you have no intention of breaking. You lick your lips and nod at him. “See you in a week.”

A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “See you in a week, (Y/N).” And there it is again, that charm with an undercurrent of warning. 

You leave, though a part of you longs to run back into his house and finish what you started.

Well, that’s not how I expected this evening to go, you think to yourself as you follow the sidewalk to your small home. It’s a short trek back to your place, and you distract yourself from all the intrusive thoughts of Ben’s mouth on yours by immersing yourself in packing. It works…for all of an hour.

The entirety of the rest of your night is spent wondering just how far Ben would’ve been willing to go…and if maybe, just maybe, he’d be willing to pick up where you left off when you got back.

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When you step onto the pier a week later, your duffel bag slung over your shoulders, he’s waiting for you. His hands are tucked into his khaki pockets, and the wind rustles his green shirt and hair. He seems aloof, more like a leader making sure that his people are okay than a man waiting impatiently for someone to return, but he’s there.

You tilt your head at him, but you can’t hide the smirk that creeps onto your own face. It takes everything you have to walk at a consistent pace, to not speed up in your eagerness to reach him. From the way his eyes are fixated on you, you suspect that he knows you’re holding back.

Soon enough, you’re at his side. “(Y/N),” he greets with a warm smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Ben,” you reply, your face twitching into a smile even as it heats up.

“You came back.”

“I gave you my word, didn’t I?”

There’s a spark of something, and the look in his eyes melts just a little. “You did.” His head cocks to the right, studying you. “Come over tonight. You can regale me with your adventures of the past week.” It’s not exactly a suggestion…not that you mind.

You’re still blushing, but you can’t resist the opportunity to banter. “You gonna make dinner?”

The rest of the coldness in his eyes thaws. “Naturally.”

Your smile widens into a grin. “What time?”

“Let’s say…6?”

“I’ll be there,” you reply.

“Is that a promise, (Y/N)?”

Your top teeth catch on your bottom lip. “It is indeed, Ben.” He chuckles, the sound filling you with a bubbling joy, and you continue past him, ready to unpack your belongings and take a nice, hot shower.

Then you can worry about getting ready for your evening.

[andrewmoocow]

Super Teens Incorrect Quotes

Jenny: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Jenny: *aggressively throws water bottles* Anne: Uh... what's up with her? Luz: She's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Jenny: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! Randy, crying: It's working.

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Ben, clearly drunk: Jenny, hit me another drink… wooOO HOOoo… Jenny: I think you need a therapist and not a bottle. Ben: I think yooOOoou need to shuUT YOUR MOUTH!

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Anne: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Luz's birthday invitations. Jenny: Well, what are they supposed to say? Anne: "Luz's birthday". Jenny: So, what do they say instead? Anne: "Luz’s bi". Jenny: Jenny: Works out either way.

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Luz: I can catch one of them. Let's go, Marinette. Marinette: I didn't volunteer. Luz: A stake out needs two people! Think, Marinette. Who's gonna watch all the crime stuff while the other one eats a hoagie?

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Randy: Hey, Ben? Ben: Yeah? Randy: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on? Ben: Ben: Where’s Steven?

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Jim, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Star, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Randy, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Steven, trembling: What are we playing?!

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Jim: Look guys, I need help. Star: Love help? Marinette: Financial help? Randy: Emotional help? Ben: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Ben* Ben: What?

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Buffy: When's the last time you slept? Terry: Uh... a few days ago, I think. Buffy: A few- how many?! Terry: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers... Buffy: What you need is sleep!

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Mark: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Anne: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Mark: Th-that's not how that works-

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Steven: I'm at a loss for words! Jenny: Despite being ‘at a loss for words’, Steven yelled at me for the next 45 minutes.

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Anne: You can answer almost anything with “Not since the accident.” Jentry: Actually, you can’t. Kim: Not since the accident.

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Jentry: Go and tell Ben why you insisted on putting a normal-sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots. Ruby: Jentry: Do it, tell him what you told me earlier. Ruby, stuttering: I-it's because... th-they need adult supervision... Ben:

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*The Squad is at Home Depot* Steven: *Fell in the cacti display while wandering around the garden section* Ben: *Shitting in the display toilets* Star: *Tokyo Drifting one of those flatbed carts down the aisles* Jim: *Stealing paint chips for aesthetic purposes* Buffy: *Just wanted some goddamn lightbulbs and everyone ruined it* Kim: *In the car sleeping*

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Jenny: *nudges Jentry at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Jentry? Wake up, Jentry! Listen! They're sexless! Jentry: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.

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Jim, to the Squad: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands! *silence* Jim: Damn, y’all depressed as fuck! Marinette: You didn’t clap either- Jim: SHUT UP!

[captainwans]

★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.

( MASTERLIST! )

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yourinstagram happiest birthday to the love of my life. 🤍 you make me the happiest and brightest girl on earth. i love you with all i am.

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yourbestfriend i beg to differ

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yourbestfriend fight me

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benchilwell i love you more baby ❤️❤️

masonmount i look a little different there 🤔

joaofelix79 *more like i look different there

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benchilwell stop hitting on my girlfriend 🤨

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yourinstagram my girls = me, myself & i 🧚🏼✨

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sophiaamelia had the best night ever 🤍

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sasha__rebecca we need to do it again 🙈💕

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username i’m curious of who she is dating 👀

masonmount i’m curious too 😃

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cmpulisic me three

yourbestfriend she’s dating me y’all

benchilwell i beg to differ

yourbestfriend i will boil your teeth back off chilly 😡

reecejames 😨😨

username omg she’s bens gf

yourinstagram 💕🤭

yourinstagram yourbestfriend behave

yourbestfriend tbh what do you even see in him when you can get the whole package 🤩

benchilwell the only package she’s getting is an empty box

kaihavertz29 this is so brutal me and soph are dying from reading all the comments

sophiaamelia it’s true kai’s crying on the kitchen floor 😭

laurenfryer_ how did we go from sweet comments to savage fire??

yourinstagram 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

masonmount idk but i’m joining the beef train

benchilwell 🖕🏻🖕🏻

[liberty-mutual-138]

ESTER ‘BULLET’ WILDE BIO SHEET!!!!

General

Name: Ester Wilde

Alias/nicknames: E, Essie, Bullet, Sarge, Shadow 7-9

Birthday: December 31st 1989 at 11:57 AM

Age: 33

Nationality: American (Manhattan, New York)

Languages: English, Spanish, Persian and Italian (conversational)

Affiliations: USMC (Formerly as of 2016), CIA (2016-2018), Shadow Company (2019-present)

Family: Rhonda Barone-Wilde (Mother), Benjamin ‘Ben’ Wilde (Father, deceased), Phoebe Fischer (older sister), Zachary ‘War Pig’ Wilde (Twin brother; older than him by 3 minutes) (Doesn’t let him live it down), Stephanie Wilde (SIL, @imagoddamnonionmason) Zach Wilde Jr, Avery Wilde, and Finley Wilde (Nephews and niece), numerous unnamed cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and nieces/nephews

Friends/coworkers: Philip Graves (Commander, ex but they only dated briefly), Zachary Wilde (CO, deceased as of end MW2), Klaus Newman (Potential love interest, coworker/friend) Stephanie Wilde (SIL, coworker, and best friend) (both @imagoddamnonionmason) Sheree "Reed" Norcliffe (Coworker, best friend, @justasmolbard)

Appearanrce

Height: 5’11 1/2

Eye color: Hazel-green

Hair: Curly Brown, usually straightened and put in a bun, waist-length

Skin: Olive

Body Type: Absolutely ripped- 170 pounds of pure muscle

Scars and marks: Has scars from slashes on 85% of her body from her face down from getting tortured during her time in the CIA. Gets freckles during the summer. Mole under right eye; cleft chin and dimples

Tattoos: Has one on both her wrists; thought the pain wasn’t worth it and didn’t get anymore after that

Personality

Positive Traits: Loyal, hardworking, would go to extreme lengths for her family and friends, protective, loving, hilarious, honest

Negative Traits: Vulgar, impolite, disrespectful, not exactly intelligent, stubborn, handles emotions poorly, impatient

Mannerisms: tilts her head to the side a lot, very expressive, bombastic side eye, talks with her hands, lopsided smile

Voice: Thick New York accent, uses a lot of slang, speaks very quickly and sounds like she’s always in a rush

Trivia

Was a punk as a teenager, and was even a drummer for a band her and her friends were in.

Since she grew up in Manhattan, her and Zach watched the World Trade Center be attacked from their mom’s apartment. (They were sick that day)

Her codename is a reference to a Misfits song

Bullet was a juvenile delinquent between ages 12-17; she stole, vandalized, got into fights, and even smoked pot and drank

Her delinquency is what caused her to almost flunk out of high school; she never came to class and would do poorly on exams.

The latter is the reason she ended up joining the Marines. Not because she loved her country, but cause it was her only option besides going to prison.

Despite everything she’s gone through, Ester will say boot camp was the worst part of her life.

Thank God I’ve got this out of the way lmao. I just wanted to briefly talk about her life before the military. Everything else will be revealed to y’all in a dream okay bye

[yr-martyr]

IM LATE IM LATE Happy birthday Bestie

Extra

[thesongofpurplesummer]

Can us Fansies tell me the differences between each Race? Example:

Max Casella is giving wine uncle who went through an emo phase when he was a teenager, and always knows the family gossip

Ryan Breslin is your parent’s youngest sibling, who taught you how to drive when you were 12 in your other uncle’s really nice car that he stole the keys for, a former frat boy, and buys you nerf guns for your birthday and has an intense nerf war with you at family reunions

Ben Cook is the cousin you’re closest in age to, who has a caffeine addiction and even if you only see each other in person once a year, you guys still act like lifelong besties when you meet up, and they’re probably the child of the aunt that’s gotten married like 4 times

Idk too much about Josh Barnett’s Race cuz there aren’t any slime tutorials :( so if y’all could help me out with his, or more different personality traits for the Race’s that would be great! (Happy 2nd day of the Newsies’ strike) 🗞️

Josh’s race based on commentary:

Older cousin who works a boring job but has really crazy stories, great with all the younger cousins and will lie/ go to extreme lengths to cover for you if you’re in trouble with your parents (whistlingstarlight & whoops-im-obsessed)

[waitmyturtles]

TRIGGER WARNING! CONTINUED UNPOPULAR OPINIONS OF STEP BY STEP, EPISODE 10

Stop reading if you like it! Stop reading if you liked that episode! Stop it! SHOO! DON’T COME AT ME if you’re upset after reading this!

Okay.

In the words and paraphrases of my dear friend, @bengiyo: 

Dick is not magical.

Dick cannot fix a drama.

(Ben also says: dick is abundant and low in value, lol, which doesn’t quite apply to this review, but I gotta share it out anyway, GOD BLESS YA, BEN, ILYSM.)

I’ve had my eye ever more trained on Step By Step, critically, since watching TharnType. I understand Tee Bundit criticized the BL industry with Lovely Writer, which I have yet to watch. But: regarding TharnType to Step By Step, I had accountability issues with Tee’s filmmaking and direction in TharnType anyway, besides the problematic content. (TharnType DID NOT DESERVE an hour-and-a-half finale.)

Y’all know I have been on my tip for a second about Tee’s filmmaking and direction for Step By Step -- my biggest issues being pacing and editing. These episodes did not have to be so damn long. They didn’t. I am still barely seeing a connection with the side stories and the main story of Pat and Jeng. Episode 8 was the tip of the iceberg for me. 

Then episode 9 comes, and I feel -- and I know my dear mutual @lurkingshan was more critical of this -- that episode 9 HELPED get Pat in his words. I really appreciated that we spent some time with Pat verbalizing what was going on with him, his confusion at Jeng’s attraction to him. 

But episode 9 ended with QUITE the emotional breakdown on Pat’s end with his parents. And then he’s laying in bed, surrounded by birthday snacks from Jeng. “It makes sense to me” -- Jeng’s attraction makes sense to JENG, but I didn’t get, at the end of episode 9, whether it made sense to PAT.

So we start Step By Step, episode 10, with Chot... scolding Pat. And telling Pat to run to Jeng. Okay.

At that moment in time: Pat may like Jeng. Pat IS upset that Jeng is likely leaving. 

But is this a Pat that’s going to run to Jeng? Is that a mindset that I find convincing AT THAT VERY MOMENT?

CONSIDERING ALL OF THE CONFUSION WE WERE BEARING WITNESS TO IN THE LAST EPISODE, AND.... THE LAST NINE EPISODES???

And then... they boing? In the kitchen?

And then the car?

And they’re.... still working together?

And.... where are they in their relationship at this point? Because they’re in a RELATIONSHIP-RELATIONSHIP now?

And they’re.....fantasizing about getting married?

Tee Bundit. You and I are gonna have words. You need a fucking editor. You also need to listen to your team if your team was telling you to be more balanced in your filmmaking.

Dick is not magical. I love me some D. But not to make up for your RUSHED, UNVARNISHED, CHOPPY-ASS FILMMAKING. 

I’m mad. There was so much potential here.

I just said to Ben in a DM: I did not find this to be a celebration of queer sex. I found this to be using queer sex as a method of cheating on bad filmmaking to rush a story. To rush a story that Tee KNEW he had to close a loop on -- Pat and Jeng’s intimacy -- because he KNEW the storyline had unwound for TOO DAMN LONG on Pat’s emotional processing, WITH NO CLEAR END. Dick is not magical. You can’t solve bad filmmaking with queer sex. That’s not where we’re at with BLs anymore.

This episode did Pat’s emotional processing dirty. To JUMP to the confession and the boing. AND: TO BE WORKING TOGETHER WHILE IN THE RELATIONSHIP. THEIR WORKING RELATIONSHIP was part of the reason why Pat couldn’t imagine them together in the first place! And we get NO processing on Pat’s end ABOUT THAT, in the end?

Dick is not magical.

Whew. Thank goodness for my OGMMTVC project. Without it, I wouldn’t be seeing that Tee Bundit repeated issues of bad filmmaking that I’m seeing in the earlier dramas. Tee -- you can’t use queer sex like that. Yes, Man and Ben are beautiful. I knew Man would act THE HELL out of intimacy, convincingly, and he did. I love them together.

But I find Pat totally unbelievable at this point. To gain such comfort in dating a superior in such a short amount of time on screen. Only to have a breakdown when co-workers are looking critically on it. To resigning.

Wow. Learn to pace, Tee. Please, for the sake of what could have been a totally fabulous and deeply interesting storyline.

This episode had so much potential.

I might have more later, but just. 

[apileofpans]

Birthday audio/video gifts!

It is my hecking birthday this month, y’all! To celebrate I am giving away videos and audios from Phantom of the Opera that positively ruined me (AKA some of my faves) !

NOTE: the links will work until November 6th, 10 AM CEST! After that they won’t work anymore :) If any of the masters want me to remove their master, let me know and I will!

Everything, including cast info, is under the cut!

Video

US Tour - Dallas, April 6, 2006 Evening Gary Mauer, Elizabeth Southard, Jim Weitzer, Kim Stengel, John Jellison, DC Anderson, Patti Davidson-Gorbea, John Whitney, Kate Wray https://ln5.sync.com/dl/b833dd740/gvnusjtv-a7wywsjy-98mvkiid-nsa6ksqp

Las Vegas Spectacular - August 8, 2008 (SunsetBlvd79) Anthony Crivello, Kristi Holden, Andrew Ragone, Geena Jeffries Mattox, John Leslie Wolfe, Lawson Skala, Tina Walsh, Larry Wayne Morbitt, Brianne Kelly Morgan https://ln5.sync.com/dl/f4b151790/79fc7xe8-emk99ug5-va2ndite-vrapb47x

Broadway - May 12, 2014 (inallyorufantasies, turnofthescorpion) Norm Lewis, Sierra Boggess, Jeremy Hays, Michele McConnell, Tim Jerome, Laird Mackintosh, Ellen Harvey, Christian Šebek https://ln5.sync.com/dl/9dbe75640/89h6694u-db6i4y53-ker76kab-xtm9qbj3

Boadway - May 20, 2003 Hugh Panaro, Lisa Vroman, John Cudia, Julie Schmidt (u/s), Jeff Keller, George Lee Andrews , Marilyn Caskey, Larry Wayne Morbitt, Joelle Gates https://ln5.sync.com/dl/04cef73f0/watx9j5t-s2amh9zy-hmxqchav-2h2sf3ra

West End - August, 2018 Ben Lewis, Amy Manford, Jeremy Taylor https://ln5.sync.com/dl/8a1ae4700/ys5mbar9-yas2ewaq-rrnk4sye-wt5pgdtb

Trieste, Italy - July 15, 2023 (Filthybonnet) Ramin Karimloo, Amelia Milo, Bradley Jaden, Earl Carpenter, Ian Mowat, Anna Corvino, Gian Luca Pasolini, Alice Mistroni, Zoe Nochi https://ln5.sync.com/dl/f916fe200/6dw52cqj-usu7pimm-zbgk2gdg-9qixj3d4

Audios

Broadway - September 26, 1990 Steve Barton, Rebecca Luker, Gary Lindemenn (u/s), Marilyn Caskey, Jeff Keller, George Lee Andrews, Leila Martin https://ln5.sync.com/dl/21e8e2db0/wsqmti8i-4d4vukku-xs8fvh3y-85kjak3h

Broadway - May 10, 2003 Hugh Panaro, Lisa Vroman, John Cudia, Patricia Phillips, Jeff Keller, George Lee Andrews (u/s), Marilyn Caskey, Joelle Gates, Larry Wayne Morbitt https://ln5.sync.com/dl/5640398d0/3d5axeix-ie6cpr3t-4j7fbew7-5q8mjcqq

Broadway - August 19, 2014 (Oogie Boogie) Norm Lewis, Sierra Boggess, Jeremy Hays https://ln5.sync.com/dl/59b8c8720/hzpmzgq7-5hx5xqx9-4e6h4qt2-ynn5dmw6

Broadway - April 6, 2023 (phantomygoodness) Jeremy Stolle (u/s), Julia Udine (alt.), John Riddle, Nehal Joshi, Craig Bennett, Raquel Suarez Groen, Maree Johnson, Carlton Moe, Sara Etsy https://ln5.sync.com/dl/dfa420090/i2m495z9-zwdgyka9-r2k9njdn-tu9hwt9m

Las Vegas Spectacular - September 2, 2012 Anthony Crivello, Kristi Holden, Andrew Ragone, Joan Sobel, Lawson Skala, John Leslie Wolfe, Tina Walsh, Larry Wayne Morbitt, Brianne Kelly Morgan https://ln5.sync.com/dl/882621a90/2kz2ajn8-nkre4uhw-5y7vesm6-gmk3pv7v

West End- October 27, 2017 Ben Lewis, Amy Manford (alt), Jeremy Taylor, Una Reynolds (u/s), Siôn Lloyd, Mark Oxtoby, Jacinta Mulcahy, Paul Ettore Tabone, Lily Howes (u/s) https://ln5.sync.com/dl/d6fa41cb0/axfwkn8z-66dpfim8-7uekxefw-aahsqs8x

West End - September 1, 2018 Evening (Winschi) Ben Lewis, Kelly Mathieson, Jeremy Taylor, Lara Martins, Siôn Lloyd, Mark Oxtoby, Jacinta Mulcahy, Paul Ettore Tabone, Georgia Ware https://ln5.sync.com/dl/99b982430/9dpb2hez-rex5y3nn-z9e963m3-wm57qfu2

West End - November 13, 2021 Evening (starprincess) Killian Donnelly, Lucy St Louis, Rhys Whitfield, Saori Oda, Tim Morgan, Adam Linstead, Francesca Ellis, Greg Castiglioni, Ellie Young https://ln5.sync.com/dl/fcffc67e0/7362xu65-tefiqt8x-9z3njksk-353iuqjk

West End -March 4, 2023 (verytheatricaltrades) Earl Carpenter (t/r), Holly-Anne Hull, Matt Blaker, Matt Harrop, Adam Linstead, Kelly Glyptis, Greg Castiglioni, Francesca Ellis, Ellie Young https://ln5.sync.com/dl/f142d9230/5ngjfdrx-fhjmc9wf-x2yhme8h-z4exy8cf

[linkles-art-blog]

Just as with the artwork made for his brother’s birthday, although Chuuya’s birthday on April 29th has long passed us by, I still wanted to finish the original WIP artwork that I had posted to celebrate the occasion — and here it is: the next installment of finished artwork in this Chibi Cherish artwork series.

I really do love making these cute little arts, and I hope that y’all enjoy them a whole lot, too. ^-^

Do not repost this artwork anywhere without my explicit permission or claim it as your own. See F.A.Q.s for details.  

Songs I listened to while drawing this:

My Cherish Playlist (the public and currently only partial version of which you can listen to here.)

Other songs mostly unrelated to the vibe that I also listened to:

Angel Eyes by Christine Baranski, Julie Walters and Amanda Seyfried

7 years by Lukas Graham

Why Did It Have To Be Me? by Josh Dylan, Lily James, and Hugh Skinner

Knowing Me, Knowing You by Jeremy Irvine, Lily James, Pierce Brosnan, and Amanda Seyfried

Knowing Me, Knowing You by ABBA

Arms by Christina Perri

In the Bedroom Down the Hall by Rachel Bay Jones and Jennifer Laura Thompson

Good for You by Rachel Bay Jones, Kristolyn Lloyd, Will Roland, and Ben Platt

Words Fail by Ben Platt

Grow As We Go by Ben Platt

I wanna love you but I don’t by Ben Platt

Older by Ben Platt

Run Away by Ben Platt

Ease My Mind by Ben Platt

Airplane Mode by Hayd

What Did I Do? by Hayd

“a Hayd playlist because they’re underrated” playlist by AethericTwine.

Dear Theodosia by Leslie Odom Jr. and Lin-Manuel Miranda

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story by Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton

It's Quiet Uptown by Renée Elise Goldsberry, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Phillipa Soo, and Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton

Your Obedient Servant by Leslie Odom Jr. and Lin-Manuel Miranda

Wait for It by Leslie Odom Jr. and Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton