and i hate the new dash

See what your followers think!

BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.
SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.
MAROON = You taught me something new.
CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.
PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh
MAUVE = You are really talented
BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
CYAN = We have very little in common
THISTLE = I only just started following you
INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time
FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold
COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)
VERMILION = You make me feel passionate
HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname
LAVENDER = You inspire me
CORAL = You’re a meme
UMBER = I want to know more about you
FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody
RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you
ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you
WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class
SAFFRON = I love your ideas
TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you
PLUM = I’d like to chat with you
TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
SAGE = You make me cry
CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!
VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog
CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie
BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

See what your followers think of you.

BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.
SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.
MAROON = You taught me something new.
CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.
PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh
MAUVE = You are really talented
BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
CYAN = We have very little in common
THISTLE = I only just started following you
INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time
FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold
COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)
VERMILION = You make me feel passionate
HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname
LAVENDER = You inspire me
CORAL = You’re a meme
UMBER = I want to know more about you
FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody
RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you
ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you
WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class
SAFFRON = I love your ideas
TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you
PLUM = I’d like to chat with you
TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
SAGE = You make me cry
CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!
VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog
CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie
BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

Color my inbox!

BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.
SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.
MAROON = You taught me something new.
CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.

PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh
MAUVE = You are really talented
BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
CYAN = We have very little in common
THISTLE = I only just started following you
INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time
FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold
COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)
VERMILION = You make me feel passionate
HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname
LAVENDER = You inspire me
CORAL = You’re a meme
UMBER = I want to know more about you


FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody
RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you
ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you
WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class
SAFFRON = I love your ideas
TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you
PLUM = I’d like to chat with you
TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
SAGE = You make me cry
CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!
VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog
CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie
BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

Dab N' Dash

Context: Our halfling fighter is in the middle of a fight for a fighting ring in town

Halfling Fighter: I’m going to use my action to… daaash!

Wood Elf Druid (OOC): I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY DAB AND I WAS GOING TO HATE YOU!!

Half-elf Fighter (OOC): [whispers] She dab then she dash…

High Elf Rogue (OOC): She pulls the ol’ Dab N’ Dash!

HF (OOC): Ok, yeah, can I use my action to dab and then dash?

DM: I don’t see why not!

HF: She raises her arms into this new, hip move that she’s seen the kids around town do before before dashing away from her opponent.

Follow spree!~

My dash is reallyyy dead, and I want to meet new people, so I decided to go on a follow spree!
I want it to be as simple as possible, so please reblog this if you post:

  • Ballroom e Youkoso
  • Bokurano
  • Boku no Hero Academia
  • Bungou Stray Dogs
  • Daiya no Ace
  • Haikyuu!!
  • Hatoful Boyfriend
  • Hunter x Hunter
  • Killing Stalking
  • Koe no Katachi
  • Little Witch Academia
  • Mob Psycho 100
  • Mystic Messenger
  • Nagi no Asukara
  • Natsume Yuujinchou
  • Osomatsu-San
  • Pokémon
  • Re:Creators
  • Servamp
  • Tales of Zestiria
  • Tonari no Kaibutsu-Kun
  • Vocaloid
  • Voltron
  • Zankyou no Terror

Bonus if:

  • You have a tagging system
  • You’re drama/hate free (please)

It’d really help if you could tag what you post, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to~  You also don’t have to follow me~
Thank you!

Get Your Feet Off My Dash

Pairing/Characters: Domestic!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing, sir!kink, daddy!kink, just heaps of fluff and smut reader beware lmaoooo

Summary: Reader doesn’t deal very well with long drives (or road trips as Steve calls them) and she starts to get really impatient. She’s so impatient she starts to fidget… a lot. Steve doesn’t mind, until she puts her feet on the dash of his brand new car.
Word Count:
2.4k+
A/N:
FILTH I AM FILTH BUT LIKE CUTE FILTH

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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The new pilot sword curse

So I’m the DM for a group of friends and we are playing a homebrew I created based on Titanfall and one friend (our cloak pilot with a ronin titan) can’t play 2 nights in a row. So we have someone else play him.

During the tutorial mission our ronin pops out of phase dash and is using his sword core which can give him 3 swings instead of 1. First swing is a critical and his next swing is a 1.

(DM:me) okay so the tone has died in one swing you took it from full hp to dead… But on that swing you lost grip of your blade and throw it at spin star (our sniper who just ejected) as he is in the air. Make a sexy save for me.
(Rolls 19) alright you kick it back to him and he takes 15 damage for catching it with your hand blade first.

Next night another player is taking the character and is attacking a reaper (small heavy armor robot)

(DM) roll.

(Rolls a 1) oh shit.

(DM) okay you miss completely and chuck the sword at Tristan make a dex save.

(16) alright some damage like 8. Hey didn’t you wanna use a ronin sword?

(Tristan) yes I did! I wanna pull the sword out and slice it! (Rolls a 20)

(DM) OH SHIT MAN! (Rolls damage) you fucking killed it man! The titan that has never touched a sword is better at it then the titan specifically designed for it!

(Cue laughter of the entire group due to this horrid truth and curse)

Send me a colour!

(not original post, can’t find it and i had this saved)

BLACK = I would date you
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.
SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.
MAROON = You taught me something new.
CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh
MAUVE = You are really talented
BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
CYAN = We have very little in common
THISTLE = I only just started following you
INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time
FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold
COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)
VERMILION = You make me feel passionate
HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname
LAVENDER = You inspire meCORAL = You’re a meme
UMBER = I want to know more about you
FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody
RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you
ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you
WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class
SAFFRON = I love your ideas
TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you
PLUM = I’d like to chat with you
TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
SAGE = You make me cry
CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!
VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog
CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie
BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from 

tovdoroki’s follow spree

hellohello! I unfollowed some inactive blogs and blogs that no longer suit my interests recently and my dash has become really empty lately and I’d really like to follow some new blogs!

I apologize if I don’t end up following you! I’ve become more picky in who I follow so that my dash isn’t full of things I don’t enjoy seeing.

please reblog/like this if you have a tagging system and if your blog is mainly anime-related. it would also be incredibly helpful if you indicated in your tags what your main fandoms are!

I’m especially looking for the following:

animanga:

  • haikyuu!!
  • boku no hero academia
  • bungou stray dogs
  • yuri!!! on ice
  • mob psycho 100
  • noragami
  • studio ghibli
  • shokugeki no soma
  • owari no seraph
  • tokyo ghoul
  • misc/seasonal animes (ie: 91 days, erased, orange, kiznaiver, new game, assassination classroom, etc)

extra:

  • kpop (mainly bts, svt, and got7)
  • 19 days
  • their story

bonus if you:

  • make gifs/gfx
  • are drama/hate-free (!!)
  • are following me 

I’d really appreciate it if mutuals could help me boost this!

Hi! my name is Lynn! So, I unfollowed nearly 95% of my following list because the content they were blogging wasn’t interesting so now my dash is dead and my blog is steadily becoming inactive because of lack of new posts. I’m looking for blogs with nearly the same content as mine so if you post any of things below then please reblog this post and tag your content:

  • Boku no hero Academia
  • Aesthetic/photography
  • memes
  • Kpop 
  • Studio Ghibli 
  • Sailor Moon
  • Naruto (have to be drama free and no female hate)
  • Card Captor Sakura
  • Free!
  • Voltron
  • Ballroom e Youkoso
  • Noragami
  • Mob Psycho 100

Special Requirement:

  • Have a tagging system!

And if my mutuals/friends could reblog this i’ll love you forever and send you hearts and cookies c:

Looking for Blogs!

Hello, everyone! I haven’t followed new blogs in a long time and I figure it’s about time I got some new content on my dash!

Please reblog if you create content for or reblog a lot of:

  • Gintama
  • BNHA
  • Yuri!!! On Ice
  • Voltron
  • 19 Days
  • FMA
  • Hunter x Hunter
  • Final Fantasy
  • Kingdom Hearts
  • Legend of Zelda
  • Fafner
  • Natsume

This is a side blog, so I’ll be following people with SkyChasingDreamer. I write a lot of fics, make gifs, and do events that sometimes include giveaways like the one coming up: Gintoki Celebration

                         .+:。sarukui’s following spree!。:+.

Hi there!(ノ。≧◇≦)ノ Jumping on the following spree train lol With the new anime season starting soon, I’d like to try out a following spree to help me discover new blogs and meet new people! (Also, I’m struggling to keep my dash active lol)

If you’d like for me to check out your blog, please REBLOG and TAG what applies to you (plus any other main fandoms if you want! c:). I won’t be checking out likes unfortunately. Also, as much as I really enjoy checking out blogs, I can’t promise a follow to everyone, please don’t be disheartened if I don’t follow! Your blog will always be amazing (´∀`)♡

— Requirements !!
(1) have a tagging system (2) no ship-hate (3) no reposted works

— I’m looking for:

  • Haikyuu!! (+10 if you ship bokuaka +100 if you love fukurodani)
  • Touken Ranbu (katsugeki hype !!! *_*)
  • Boku no Hero Academia
  • DIVE!! / Free! / Days / sports anime 
  • Seasonal anime (please tag the series c:)
  • Others: Tokyo Ghoul, Mob Psycho 100, Vanitas no Carte, Natsume Yuujinchou, and Pandora Hearts
  • Touken Ranbu Stage Play or Musical (toustage/tousute & toumyu)
  • Aesthetics / Artworks / Quotes

— Bonus Points:

  • create content (edits, art, writings, gifs, etc.)
  • post/reblog writing and art references!
  • is currently active / run on queue
  • would like to be mutuals! c:

If mutuals could help me signal boost this, I’d really appreciate it! Thank you everyone and I hope y’all have a lovely day!  Σ(ノ°▽°)ノ

I hate scrolling down my dash and seeing all these heart breaking personal posts about how much people’s family’s hate them and laugh at them during the holidays.
Guess what?
I’m you family now
Your dad’s being a jerk? I’m your new dad now.
Your mom? Guess who’s your new mom.
Grandma? Grandpa? Aunt? Uncle?
All me. I’m all your family and I will love you forever.

I Need Your Help-- Part Two

Summary: you need a fake date for your sisters wedding. Who better than Broadway star Lin-Manuel Miranda?

Warnings: swearing, huge insecurities and an awful, awful, awful mother

Tags: @secretschuylersister @anthonyramosobc

Word Count: 4422


You woke Lin up early to make sure he was able to pack before your flight back home. Your mother had already bought two tickets– you had no clue why. She seemed to have zero faith in your ability to get a date in time for the wedding.

You couldn’t wait to show up with your date– he should fit all of your mother’s standards. Handsome, smart, talented, and with a steady career. He was perfect. Even your Broadway loathing mother would have to admit it.

You and Lin made it to the airport on time after rushing through his apartment to pack, and made it through airport security. Soon enough, you were boarding your flight, and panic was starting to set in. Sure, Lin was handsome and smart and talented– but to your mom, there was a high chance that you still wouldn’t be good enough, no matter who your date was.

You dug your nails into your palm, which was the first telltale sign that you were extremely stressed.

“Hey,” said Lin. He grabbed your hand softly, rubbing his thumb along the spots where your nails were digging into your palm. “It’s going to be alright.”

“It’s not going to be alright,” you said, digging your nails deeper into your palm. You wanted so badly for the pain to distract you, but you got nothing from it. “Mom is going to be so awful,” you breathed out.

“Y/N, stop.” Lin gently took your hand in both of his, and uncurled your fingers out of your palm. You knew without looking that you had managed to split the skin on your palms into half moons, and Lin looked up at you. “It will all be okay, love.”

“No, it-”

“Hey, look at me,” he said, and you turned to him. Something about his eyes managed to calm you down whenever you looked at them. “Everything will be fine-”

“You can’t promise that,” you whispered.

Lin was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, “that’s true. But I can promise that I’m gonna be right here for this whole thing. Right by your side, your hand in mine. Got it?”

“I think so.” You we’re still freaking out, but the panic was being majorly overwhelmed by the knowledge that Lin would be there. It will be okay. You can survive this.

“Good,” Lin said, before kissing the palm of your hand right over where your nails had split your skin. “You should get some rest. The flight is on the long side and we weren’t asleep until late and got up early.”

“Are you sure you’ll be fine if I sleep? No dying of boredom?”

“None here,” Lin said. “Get some rest.”

You nodded, and closed your eyes, getting as comfortable as the plane seat would allow. You didn’t even realize that you had began to fall asleep holding Lin’s hand until you were on the brink of sleep, and there was nothing you could do to let go.


Lin work you up with fifteen minutes to spare. You went over the terms of your fake dating again, and just in time to be picked up by Kalena.

She was waiting for you both outside of the airport with a huge smile on her face. “Y/N!” She pulled you into a huge hug, while Lin stood awkwardly to the side.

“I missed you so much, Y/N! I’m so glad to see you– who’s that?” Kalena asked, breaking off in the middle of her sentence after pulling back from the hug.

“Oh, um, this is Lin. Lin, this is my sister, Kalena.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lin said, sticking out his hand for her to shake. She took it, and you could practically breathe a sigh of relief. Kalena seemed to approve of him, at least through her body language.

“You as well,” she said, before dropping his hand. “Are you Y/N’s friend?”

“Boyfriend, actually,” he said, smiling through a wicked bright pink blush.

Instantly, Kalena whirled on you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, and you bit your lip.

“Uhh– I wanted it to be a surprise!” You lied, hoping it sounded convincing enough. “So, surprise!”

Kalena didn’t look convinced. “Sure,” she said. “C’mon, I parked over here.” She lead you both to her car, and you hopped in the front seat, leaving Lin to sit in the back after loading yours and his luggage in the trunk.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kalena asked, while Lin was putting the luggage away.

“I was worried about what the family would say, you know how they are,” you whispered back.

“I guess,” she said, looking upset. She brightened a bit. “In glad I got to meet him and really get first impressions in person instead of through the phone.”

“Okay, everything is packed in the trunk. Ready to go?” Lin asked, after climbing into the backseat.

“Yeah,” Kalena said, and pulled out of the parking lot. “Soooo, when did you two meet?”

You looked back at Lin, your eyes sending him the signal that it was his turn to talk. “Oh, so, we met when she auditioned for Hamilton. We thought she was great, hired her, and we pretty much became friends from there. I always liked her, so I gathered the nerve to ask her out and now here we are,” he said, and you smiled back at him.

“That’s sweet,” Kalena said, smiling. “What was your first date like?”

You panicked– this hadn’t been discussed. Oh no. “It was simple,” you said, at the same time Lin said, “kind of fancy.”

You panicked even more, but somehow fixed it all.

“Lin, you’re thinking of our second date. Our first date was a basic dinner-and-a-movie scheme. The second one was fancy dresses and waiters that speak French.” Kalena giggled at your joke, and Lin breathed a silent sigh of relief while you mentally thanked the gods.

“I approve,” Kalena finally said.

Thank god.


You helped unload all the bags you had brought, and drag them up to the room you and Lin would be sharing. Your mother was out, and you had never been more grateful for that in your life. It gave you and Lin a chance to get settled and for you to show him around the house without snide remarks every two minutes.

You walked back out to see if there was anything else, and overheard Kalena and Lin.

“I may not seem very threatening, but I promise, I will murder you if you hurt my baby sister,” Kalena said, and you wanted to laugh. You knew there was no actual threat to what she was saying, but it was still a great show nonetheless. Lin would probably be scared out of his wits. “The whoooooole murder scene. The stuff that would be in college textbooks about crime scene investigation.”

“I get it,” Lin said. You couldn’t see his face, but you imagined that he either was scared or was faking it for Kalena’s sake.

“Good. Now be on your way,” she said. “And seriously, be good to my little sister.”

You walked back to the car, resolving to act like you heard nothing. “Anything else I can get?” You asked Lin, who was a suspicious shade of white. Kalena must have been much more threatening than she sounded.

“No, I can get the last bag,” Lin said, making his way to the trunk.

You thought about waiting for him, but all that was dashed when you heard your mom’s car coming up the driveway. The part of you that was still a girl in high school and hated your mom the most wanted you to turn and run in the other direction. To hop on a plane back to New York and put an entire 2000+ miles between the both of you.

The car stopped, and your mom hopped out. She still looked the same– hair perfectly curled, her nails immaculate, and her eyes a judgemental brown that made you want to look away from her.

“Y/N, looking as tired and scruffy as usual,” your mother said, before moving onto Lin. “And who is this?” She sounded more curious and less condescending, so you jumped on the opportunity.

“This is my boyfriend, Lin. I’m–”

“Boyfriend?” Your mom asked, turning to you momentarily with an angry look, before turning back to Lin. “Lin, dear, someone like you could do so much better than my daughter.” Your nails found the cuts in your palms and pressed down, the pain shocking you, but fueling you down to your toes.

Lin stopped in his tracks, looking from you to your mother. “Personally, I think Y/N could stand to do much better than just me,” Lin said, and you could tell he was trying to keep the anger in his voice to a minimum, though he was failing.

Your mother was silent. She clearly wasn’t used to people talking to her like that, though you tried several times. “Well,” she finally said, bristling. “Tell me about yourself. Where do you work?”

You sucked in a breath. Lins job would ruin the whole thing, and you’d continue to be the extra, throwaway daughter.

“I work in theatre– I wrote the musical that I’m starring in. It’s the same one that Y/N is in,” Lin said, his tone even. Usually he got excited when talking about Hamilton, but now he looked ready to be anywhere but here, talking to your mom.

“Oh, of course, I see it now,” your mom said. “Broadway. So you’re just like my daughter, totally fine with a career that goes nowhere.”

You and Lin both knew that Broadway could be iffy and somewhat fickle, but Hamilton was doing so well. You didn’t see it closing anytime soon, so what Lin said next blew you away. “Yes, actually. I’m completely fine with that.”

It seemed to blow your mother away as well, because she stood there for too long with a stumped look on her face. “Well,” she said, after an extended period of time. “At least you’re handsome.”


The rest of the day was excruciating. Your mother slipped in comments everywhere she could– about your job, your appearance, your body, Lin, and how he could do much better. You relearned your skill of brushing it off, but it seemed that you also gained your after dark breakdowns again.

That’s how you found yourself crying as quietly as you could upstairs while Lin and Kalena finished cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Your mother, after a particularly nasty comment fueled by too much vodka, went to bed. You knew she was asleep by now, and you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep or stop crying. You wanted so badly for Lin to think you were stronger than you were.

You didn’t hear him coming until it was too late– he had already pushed open the door and found you laying flat in bed, your chest heaving, and your hair matted to your face from all the tears you had shed.

“Y/N?” Lin asked, and you had never heard someone sound so worried about you in your entire life. Not even Kalena. But, then again, she had never seen you like this.

If it would have been anyone– especially your sister– that had opened your door, you would’ve denied ever being hurt by what your mother said to you. The crying could be accounted for with stubbing your toe, or hitting your hip on a dresser. You’d tell the person that had opened your door to leave you alone and don’t come back.

But the person that had opened your door was not your sister or your mother or anyone else in the world. This was Lin, the person that had calmed you down when you had dug your nails into your palms and wanted to scream until your voice left you.

“I can’t anymore,” was all you managed to choke out before dissolving into more tears, and Lin was by your side and the door was closed before you even knew what had happened.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked. You could just register how unsure he sounded, despite how calm he seemed on the plane. But the plane was just a fraction of the breakdowns you had had in your life.

“Calm me down,” you said, forcing yourself to stop crying long enough to talk. “Hold onto me or-or tell me to take deep breaths.”

Within an instant Lin was next to you and had shifted you well enough that you were laying on his chest, right next to his heartbeat. The steady rhythm began to calm you down.

“Can you take deep breaths with me?” Lin asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He had started to comb his fingers through your hair, relaxing you. You nodded, and started breathing along with Lin.

Before you knew it, you were feeling your eyes slip closed. “I’m gonna fall asleep,” you muttered to Lin.

“That’s alright, you need sleep,” Lin said, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Get some sleep, love.” You felt yourself drift off to sleep, Lins heartbeat your only company.


“Kalena, hi,” Lin said. He had just managed to slip out of bed without waking you up in the process, and had come to the kitchen to bring you a glass of water to drink once you woke up. He had run into Kalena, who looked to be doing the same thing.

“Lin,” she said. “Glasses are in the cabinet above the sink.”

“Thanks,” Lin said. He wasn’t quite sure what to think about Kalena yet, but he knew that Y/N loves her unconditionally. Something about her seemed to bug him, though.

He grabbed two glasses, filling up one for you and the other for him. He stood against the sink, looking Kalena over as she picked at her nails. Finally, it clicked.

“Have you noticed how your mom treats your sister?” Kalena looked up. Lin could see the sisterly resemble between her and Y/N. They had the same dark curls, the same brown eyes, and the same skin tone.

“I– sort of. I’m starting to notice it more now. I heard her upstairs, just crying. Once I heard you talking I knew you were with her– I knew she’d be fine.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing,” he said, setting down his glass. “She’s not fine. All that crying? That’s because of your mother. Because of the things she’s said, and done.” Kalena hung her head, and Lin knew she was upset.

“I’ve heard of your musicals, and listened to a little bit of them,” Kalena said.

“Thanks.” That was always Lins standard response to someone saying that they’ve listened to Hamilton or In The Heights.

“The line Angelica always says– I love my sister more than anything in this life, I would choose her happiness over mine every time.’” Kalena finally looked up, her brown eyes wide. “Do you know how often I’ve thought of Y/N and thought of that next? Y/N is my baby sister, my longest friend, and the most important thing in my life. I want– I need to help her, somehow.” Lin stood and listened. He had never imagined Kalena– who gave her first impression to be of a bubbly girl that didn’t feel the need to speak her mind– to come and give him this speech in the dead of night. “How can I?”

“Don’t let your mother get away with any of what she says,” Lin said. “Anything with a negative bite to it. If you really want to help your sister out, this is how.”

“I will,” Kalena said, with no hesitation.

“I should be getting back to Y/N,” Lin finished. “Goodnight, Kalena.”

“Goodnight Lin,” Kalena said, her voice firm. Lin began to walk away, and she grabbed at his arm. He turned around, looking her in the eye. “Take care of my sister.”


You woke up the next morning curled into Lins arms with a feeling of everything will be okay.

That immediately crashed when you remembered that today was a dressing fitting. You wanted to cry or punch a wall. Or both.

You procrastinated getting out of bed until it was urgent getting ready time. You pulled yourself out of Lin’s arms and took a shower, dressing comfortably. You weren’t looking forward to wearing a fancy dress for the fitting, even if it was gorgeous. On the bright side, at least you didn’t have to wear a corset like you did for the times you had gone on as a Schuyler sister.

The ride to the dress shop was spent in silence. You had put in headphones the moment you sat down in the car, hoping to tune out anything your mom had to say. It had worked for the most part, and you had managed to keep your good mood until you arrived at the shop.

Kalena had wanted a small wedding, so you were the only bridesmaid that Kalena was going to have. The dress she had picked out for you was lovely. It was a gorgeous baby blue with a top bedazzled with silver jewels and glitter. The skirt was a gauzy material that would most likely hit your knees.

Your mother would hate it on you.

She’d go on and on, you could already hear it. Mentally, you placed votes on which remark she would say first once you walked out of the little room that had for people to change in.

You slipped into the dress. It settled on your skin like soft rain, and you would almost feel comfortable in it if it wasn’t for the fact that your mother would see you.

You gathered all your courage, and walked out. “What do you think?” You asked, and Kalena turned around first.

“Oh, Y/N! You look so lovely! It fits you so well and the colour looks so good on you!” Your sister gushed, before your mother had a chance to get anything out.

Your mother considered you for a moment, before walking forward. “It’s a bit tight looking around your waist, and makes your stomach look fat– not surprising, you’ve always been chubby,” your mother critiqued, walking around you like you were an art piece, not a person. “Your legs don’t look very good with this dress, and your hair is too frizzy– but that isn’t the fault of the dress, hopefully someone can fix that come wedding time.” Your mother finally stopped, and tapped her nails together.

She turned back to your sister. “Kalena, are you sure it isn’t too late to pick a new bridesmaid? One that is… better to look at?” Something inside you seemed to snap, otherwise you never would have run for the bathroom like you did.

Barely managing to hold in your tears, you turned against a wall, trying to calm down by running your fingers along the smooth tiles that decorated the wall.

You heard a knock on the door, followed by a soft, “Y/N, it’s Kalena. Can I come in?” You pushed yourself off the wall and turned the lock, opening the door enough for her skinny frame to fit through it, before closing and locking it again

“Why did you want me to be your bridesmaid?” You asked, unable to keep it in any longer. You were the ugly, pathetic, useless throwaway sister. You were nothing extraordinary. Hell, you even had to beg Lin to come and be your “date.” You couldn’t even call him your actual date, either. He was just a friend– acquaintance, even– that took pity on you. You sank to the floor, wanting to be anywhere but here.

“Because you are my beautiful sister,” Kalena said, sinking into the floor next to you. “And I would never have anyone else.”

“But Mom-”

“I don’t care what she says about you or me, ever. You are the most important thing to me, and I love you more than anything in this life,” she said, smoothing your hair away from your face. “You are always my first choice, my best friend. Nothing that mom, or anyone, says or does can ever change that.”

“I’m so glad that you’re my sister,” you said, laughing through your tears. “When I get married, you’re my bridesmaid. Let’s hope you don’t screw it up before then,” you laughed, and Kalena laughed with you.

“When you marry Lin, I’ll definitely be your bridesmaid,” she said, and kissed your forehead. “C’mon sis, you get to see my looking awful in my wedding dress.” She stood up, and helped you to your feet. “Let’s go.”


The days passed quickly, and eventually there was only four days until it was wedding time.

Lin had gone to bed, and your mother had drank too much wine at dinner and was out cold in her bedroom, which left you and Kalena.

“Kale,” you asked, a sudden thought plaguing you. “Have you had any sort of celebration.”

“Have I what?” She asked, looking up from the book she was reading.

“Like, a bridal shower or anything,” you suggested, raising your eyebrows.

“No, I didn’t think it was necessary,” she said, shrugged, and went back to her reading.

“No,” you demanded, grabbing her book out of her hand and shaking your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” She asked, sitting up and reaching for her book.

“I am celebrating your bride-ness. We’re gonna drink and be dumb sisters,” you announced, setting her book on the coffee table after marking her spot. You walked into the kitchen, grabbing some shot glasses and vodka from the liquor cabinet.

Your turned to your sister. “I bet I can outdrink you.”

Too many shots later, you and Kalena were rightfully and truly drunk. You both had been babbling on about nonsense things– wedding jitters, your mother, stories from high school, and your idiotic high school boyfriend.

“Oh god, Lucas was the worst,” you said, laughing along with your sister. “Nothing like Lin.”

“Ooooh, Liiiiin. I love Lin with you. He seems really, really, really, really good for you,” you sister rambled.

“Ugh, hes soooo perfect. His handsome face, and he’s just so smart,” you said, alcohol clouding your judgement. I just love him so much, I wanna be with him for the rest of my life.”

“Awww, Y/N, that’s so sweet,” Kalena replied, and continued to ramble on about the sweetness.

Neither of you noticed Lin standing at the bottom of the stairs, or heard his footsteps going back up the stairs, with a completely new hope.


“I can survive this,” you said to yourself in the bathroom mirror. The wedding rehearsal went great, and gave your mother no time to say anything to you, but the rehearsal dinner was different. She would have every chance to sneak in remarks and say awful things, and it was already beginning to overwhelm you.

“I can survive this,” you repeated, taking a deep breath. “Kalena is on my side, Lin is on my side. I can survive this.” You knew everyone would be expecting you by now. You had excused yourself to the bathroom as soon as you got there, and had been locked in the bathroom for too long.

You took another deep breath, and unlocked the bathroom door, walking out. You walked straight past your mom, and to Lin. “Have you met my future brother-in-law yet?” You said, picking up a glass of wine.

“Yes, and Christopher seems great,” Lin said. You weren’t quite sure what it was, but Lin seemed to be much more… upbeat? “Hey, can we talk?” Your blood ran cold. His tone scared you have to death.

“Yeah, I-” you were cut off by the sound of glass clinking, and you turned to it. “Oh god.” You said. Your mother was standing up, an empty wine glass in her hand. You knew by her mannerisms that she was tipsy, and tipsy made her even meaner than sober.

“I would like to say that I’m so excited for my daughter, Kalenas, wedding,” your mother said. Okay, mellow enough so far. “Her bridesmaid, my other daughter, may be inadequate and not the best to look at, but I don’t think she’ll ruin the wedding entirely. At least her boyfriend, who could do much better than her, is good-looking–”

“Mom, that is enough!” Kalena shouted. “All of my life, I’ve heard you be nothing but terrible to Y/N! She’s your daughter, you should love her unconditionally!”

“Nonsense, she may be my daughter but she’s not anything like you or me,” your mom said. “Look at us, Kalena. You’re a beautiful young lady that’s marrying a handsome man. The only good thing about Y/N is that her boyfriend is handsome– not any better than Christopher, but still handsome.”

“That is enough, Mom,” Kalena said again. “If you can’t be kinder to Y/N– and when I say kinder, I mean treating her like a person then the moment I’m married I’m leaving this town and cutting contact with you. Y/N is perfect to me and to everyone that loves her, and if you can’t see it, then you aren’t worth it,” Kalena announced, her voice growing in pitch and volume. You wanted to cry.

“Well then,” your mom declared, before walking off.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, tears springing in your eyes. “Lin, let’s go home.”

“Of course.”


You had cheered up on the ride home, a smile returning to your face. But, maybe, that was a side effect of the wine you had drank.

You were standing outside of your bedroom. “Lin, thank you so much for being there for me through this whole thing, I can’t thank you enough.” Somewhere in your sentence, Lin’s hand had drifted to your cheek and you hadn’t even noticed. “Lin?” You asked. He didn’t reply with words– he replied by pressing his mouth to yours. He tasted like the wine from the dinner, and you smiled against his mouth.

The kiss deepened, and soon your bedroom door was being pushed open and clothes were being thrown across the room, the only constant thing being Lin’s hands on your body and his mouth on yours.


You woke up the next morning tangled in your sheets and Lin’s arms. You snuggled into him, before realization hit you. You and Lin slept together?

Oh no.