they could do with some more mundane things like shower scenes


Chapter 4: Jealousy and Sin


Making up his mind, he made his way across the room and, out of nowhere, bumped into someone by accident.

“Ah, I’m so sorry!” Hinata quickly apologized.

“Oh, it’s alright, I usually forget to keep my eyes up while walking…uhm, I believe we haven’t met before.”

Hinata’s eyes widened as he set his eyes upon the girl before him. She was beautiful and dressed in a lovely peachy dress that matched her hair, her waist tied in an elegant black bow. He must have not caught sight of her in previous gatherings before.

Hinata blushed at his late response and stammered, “I-I believe so too. My name is Hinata Hajime, and you must be…”

“Nanami Chiaki.”

Chiaki… she seemed cute.

Looking back at Komaeda and then to Nanami, he decided it was best to spend a bit of his time with someone other than Komaeda. Maybe if he did, he would prove to himself that his infatuation with Komaeda was, simply as the word implied, just an infatuation and nothing more. Besides, he should mingle more with the rest of the elites.

Sharing drinks and even small talk with Nanami, he learned that her talent was her ability to invent all sorts of wild ideas for games. An elite in the entertainment business, a game inventor.

When he mentioned that he’d played some of the games she invented, she smiled all shy and happy, and somehow her personality made him feel comfortable enough to confide his concerns to, admittedly mentioning he was talentless, only an elite wannabe.

Expecting some sort of criticism afterwards, he was shocked when it never came. Instead, she quietly expressed that what mattered the most was being one’s self. That he didn’t need a talent. Her words consoled him and made him smile, somewhat relieved to hear her say that.

Soft music played and many of the elites were heading to the center of the ball for a dance. Gathering courage, Hinata got up to ask her for a dance and she shyly accepted.

Out of all the girls in the room, Hinata found Nanami to be the most charming and actually enjoyed her company to the extent that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the night with her. She was delightful and sweet, he thought, but somehow thinking of her in that way nudged him with a bit of a twinge in his heart. Namely, he presumed, because his mind was trying to find excuses.

Nanami and Hinata spent their time sometime later playing different forms of games, from using matchsticks to table napkins, but Hinata practically failed all of them. Nonetheless, they shared smiles and laughs, thinking to himself, and here he thought all the elite girls were too much for him but Nanami was not all that bad. He found that he can actually get along with her quite smoothly. If his mother were here, she’d definitely be cheering for him.

He sighed at the very thought and Nanami turned her head to him, “Do you find this game to be boring, Hinata-kun? We can play something else.”

“Haha, not at all. I’m actually feeling confident that I might have a chance at winning this thing.”

Nanami smiled.

Sitting so close on the table, with their shoulders touching almost intimately, Hinata couldn’t help but blush innocently especially when Nanami had leaned forward towards him showing just a bit of her chest. Hinata gulped and looked away quickly, trying hard not to be rude to her. However, he just couldn’t help but look. Especially when she laughed, and her soft shy blush would accent her so well. When she smiled, her soft and glossy lips would look so enticing and her warm eyes would glow and look so very welcoming. Everything she did just made him feel so nervous inside.

Thinking about Nanami and spending time with her, it made more sense that he should overlook his apparent ‘fancy’ towards a certain white-haired boy. Especially because it was inappropriate and unacceptable to have that sort of fascination towards another man to begin with. Besides, being with Nanami proved not to be bad either. If he could get closer to her, he might even fall in love. Maybe.

He paused and thought it over some more. This is probably for the best, for his own sake as well as for Komaeda’s.

Hinata calmly took the night to stride. However, he did catch himself checking Komaeda out of the corner of his eyes. Whenever he could get away with it, he would turn his head and watch him for probably the hundredth time that night.

Feeling hungry, the two head over the various colorful delicacies presented beautifully on tables by the walls. Hinata turned around just in time to see Nanami trip over herself when she had accidentally stepped on her dress. As she was about to fall, Hinata approached quickly and with one swift motion, caught her before she made contact to the ground. Nanami held onto him and blushed while Hinata’s cheeks mirrored the same bright red.

“I’m sorry.” She shyly apologized.

“Don’t mention it.” He said quickly as he bashfully pulled his arms back from her waist.

A quick sense of deja vu hit Hinata, as he remembered the same particular incident with Komaeda. He willed the memories away as he joined Nanami to the table.

Across the room, keen pale-green eyes watched the whole ordeal, staring straight into the scene as he watched in wonder, thinking, if perhaps Hinata has found a more fitting companion to associate with. If Hinata were to get closer to Nanami, it would undoubtedly bring about a more hopeful outcome than if he were to stay with him and lay his time in waste with someone so mundane, he thought.

Komaeda watched as Hinata conversed with her and how they looked to be having fun. Just when Komaeda was about to leave the room, he noticed another elite close to him who didn’t seem to have company. She kept to herself and looked incredibly nervous.

Komaeda was about to ignore her as well and proceed outside, but he was stopped from taking the first step out when the elite who had been nervously fidgeting at the corner earlier approached him.

“I’m, I’m sorry if I bothered you but…uhm…, is it alright i-if I stand here with you?” Mikan had said with a stammer.

Komaeda guessed that she probably found him to be the least intimidating out of the bunch. Nonetheless, he flashed out his welcoming smile, “Not at all. If you don’t mind spending your valuable time with trash like me, nothing could make me happier to stand along a beautiful and hopeful elite such as yourself.”

Mikan’s face showered with shades of red and happy tears at the words.

It was when he noticed how Nanami seemed to have dozed off several times while playing that got Hinata to smile warmly at her before pulling his gaze from her to where Komaeda was again, out of simple curiosity of course, and his eyes widened when he saw how Mikan approached Komaeda nervously.

Hinata didn’t know why his heart skipped a beat, his surprise and fear suddenly overwhelming him. But why though? There was nothing wrong with Komaeda spending time with other elites. He was doing the same with Nanami. Shouldn’t he feel at ease that someone else was willing to spend time with Komaeda instead of being alone? But still he couldn’t help but wonder out of curiosity.

What were they talking about?

Hinata become gradually perturbed and unsettled, agitated even, as he found himself keeping eye on their every move.

‘Calm down, Hajime. You’re with Chiaki, remember? Just… ignore those two!’ he mentally scolded himself.

He tried his best to ignore them but seeing the two together, he suddenly felt downcast, like for some unexplainable reason he felt like Komaeda could easily slip away from him. He hasn’t thought about his leaving though, nor was he prepared for it. He felt an even stranger emotion wrap around his heart when he watched Komaeda offering his hand to Mikan for a dance.

Holding her close, they danced as Mikan smiled shyly at Komaeda and when he smiled back with exactly the same smile he usually gave Hinata, it bothered him to a great degree. Hinata shook his head hard, trying to dismiss the riled up emotions swirling, burning, inside his chest.

Burning stronger with every passing moment.

The more he watched, the more he drank, glass after the other, feeling the burn down to that strange ache in his chest.

It was incomprehensible! Seeing Komaeda dance with someone else disturbed him, to say the least. He didn’t like the feeling he got seeing them together. It was just so foolishly selfish of him. He disdainfully knew that yet he couldn’t help how he was feeling.

Hinata placed his hand on his chest, eyes perplexed in thought at putting a definition to what it was. Watching them, he gasped softly at the realization, eyes widening in considerate proportions.

T-This… This disturbing feeling was…

It was… jealousy.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy!

Hinata snapped himself out of his thoughts with a slap on both cheeks, snatching his eyes away from the dancing couple. Angrily, he questioned himself; Why was he feeling jealous in the first place? He had no right. Besides, there was no prospect that he could actually hope to have him, or ever dream to. His desires were foolish enough to consider the possibility that he could have Komaeda in the first place! Yes, they shared few kisses but there could be nothing more. He shouldn’t dream of anything more because he could not have that sort of relationship with him. He wasn’t allowed to! It was unheard of, scornful even!

Hinata honestly tried to turn a blind eye to his feelings yet his eyes kept averting back to them.

Another glass, more burn.

As he watched the two dance, for a brief moment, his mind flashed an image of him dancing with Komaeda; his pale green eyes locked with his own with no one else surrounding them. Just them in the room, swaying to the music. Foreheads lean toward each other, crossing the dance floor in smooth steps and circular motions. Dipping him down, pulling him back up then holding him close. And ever so slowly, their lips close the distance for a-

Wrong, wrong, wrong! No… stop.

A girl. It should be a girl. Her hair swaying as he twirled her around, her dress fluttering with the motion. Then, he would pull her in his arms and give her a chaste kiss on the lips like in many romantic classics he read growing up. But when Hinata opened his eyes to that girl, he only saw sharp eyes, black suit, Adam apple dancing with the laughter of a boy that was so beautiful, it made his heart skip a beat. His lovely voice echoing in his mind, saying his name in affection and warmth through an adoring smile, “Hinata-kun.”

Putting his glass down, Hinata inhaled a shaky breath and thickly swallowed the emotions bottling up in his throat.

Being with Nanami and avoiding Komaeda really proved to him one solid and undeniable truth.

Pulling up a shaky hand to cover his flustered face, he gritted his teeth in shame and contempt as he peered through the spaces of his fingers at Komaeda.

I tried, I really tried. I’m sorry mother, father. I-I… I really do have feelings for him. I might have… f-fallen… in love with him!

Upon waking up from her brief slumber, Nanami opened her sleepy eyes up and saw Hinata fixated on something with a strange expression on his face, so she called out in concern “Hinata-kun?”

Hinata gasped softly and looked over Nanami, his face pale and eyes trembling.

“Are you okay?” she said, tilting her head with worry evident in her eyes.

Hinata’s lips form a thin line, quivering slightly. With hesitance, he whispered, “I… don’t know.”


Mikan kept apologizing as she repeatedly stepped on Komaeda’s foot more than they could count but Komaeda did nothing but laugh warmly.

Leaning on her forehead, he said in his most charming voice, of how he didn’t mind being a stepping stone for her. Her cheeks flushed as she held onto him more firmly. He pressed his hand on her lower back and pulled her closer as he glided her around the room. Her hair swirled, covering the blush burning on her cheeks as she gazed upon his warm smile. She smiled back as she moved her hand that was resting on his shoulder to move closer to cup the nook of his neck and pulled his face slightly closer, their lips barely apart.

As the music ended, Komaeda and Mikan pulled away from each other and retrieved back to their place. Suddenly, Mikan tripped, grabbing onto Komaeda, bumping and causing them to be pushed against the wall.

Wincing softly from the throb, Komaeda held onto her arms and asked in concern, “Are you okay?”

Mikan jerked her teary eyes up and apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!”

Komaeda quickly smiled, “As long as you’re okay, there is nothing to worry about.”

Mikan smiled shyly but when she stepped back, noticing the patchwork of her dress had entangled around Komaeda’s suit button, she gasped in dread.

“W-w-w-w-what s-should I d-do? My mother would s-scold me i-if I ruined this d-dress!”

As she panicked, Komaeda tried to give her a helping hand but his body suddenly trembled when Mikan accidentally grinded against him. She tried to free her dress without ruining it, all through her heavy sobbing and hysteria which made the task difficult.


Mikan pressed herself against Komaeda’s chest because pulling back any further will tear the fabric. Her wobbling and trembling causing further grinding against a very sensitive part of him.

“Tsumiki-san, if y-you may please stop… moving?”

She wept and apologized some more, pressing harder , causing Komaeda to throw his head back against the wall, giving light gasps.

Across the room, Hinata’s eyes were round as plates at the scene before him and jealousy burned at his heart hotter than iron on fire. He gripped on his fists, his heart trembling with dread at the sight.

Komaeda distracted her when he placed his hands on her cheeks to stop her from panicking. She broke through her hysteria and, just like that, Komaeda loosened the dress from his button. However, Mikan continued crying, and Komaeda comforted her by placing his fingers on her cheek, wiping the soft tears away. His kind words and genuine smile made her smile through her tears.

Leaning towards his touch, Mikan’s voice dipped to a seductive tone, “As a reward for your kindness, maybe there is something I can do for you to return the favor.”

Offering herself and nudging her breasts against Komaeda’s chest, she said, “I can do anything you ask for since you were so nice to me.”

She moved her fingers to dance in a suggestive manner on Komaeda’s chest, while the other ran down his arm, entangling her fingers with his, insinuating what she meant.

Komaeda blinked, and he thinks he might have blushed as well at the notion. He felt so honored and moved that an elite would bequeath garbage like him with such an offer. However, he simply closed his eyes and smiled brightly at her, respectfully pulling her back. “There is no need. You’ve already paid me with your delightful company.”

Mikan blinked before her eyes got teary again. Wiping her tears away, she whispered a thank you before planting a soft chaste kiss on his cheek to show her appreciation.

The moment where her lips lingered, Komaeda stared in shock, mouth open and eyes wide.

Across the room, eyes trembled.

“…Hinata-kun?” Nanami tilted her head in confusion at the facial expression Hinata was giving. Her confusion rose when she followed his line of focus at the couple across the room, adding more question marks.

“Nanami-san, it was nice meeting you but… I have to go now.” Hinata’s voice was curt and calm. She nodded hesitantly. Hinata lifted his eyes toward her and gave a courteous smile before it quickly disappeared as he turned and headed for the couple across the room.

He charged in and pulled the two apart, not caring about who was watching. Mikan cowered in fear as Hinata pulled Komaeda away and stomped out of the hall, earning few gasps and stares.

When Hinata pulled him outside, Komaeda could do nothing but feel confused. He asked if there was anything Hinata wanted to tell him.

But Hinata was quiet. He even started wondering to himself as to why he did what he just did. Then, Hinata let go of his hand and apologized.

He felt so angry and jealous but it was wrong to take it out on Komaeda. He wanted to tell him how much it bothered him to see him with that girl, how jealous it made him feel, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t his place. He didn’t have any right.

Hinata must have drunk too many that his emotions were all over the place.

“It’s… nothing. I’m sorry for dragging you out here. If you want to go back inside… it’s fine.”


Hinata didn’t know if Komaeda noticed his subtly trembling shoulders, gripping his fists because he couldn’t act upon his feelings.

Komaeda took one step toward Hinata and Hinata lifted his dejected gaze to meet his.

Komaeda tilted his head with what seemed like an affectionate look with a slight blush on his pale cheeks. A smile and eyes so warm that Hinata’s heart skipped a beat. Komaeda took one step closer and swiped his finger on Hinata’s lower lip, causing Hinata’s eyes to lock with his in shock. Komaeda slightly tilted his head in thought, slit eyes conveying wonder, but his lips pursed like he was undeserving.

“Goodnight, Hinata-kun.”

As Komaeda turned away, Hinata felt his heart panging so strongly, his throat becoming stiff, his mind screaming to hold onto his wrist and pull him back for a kiss.

But he just stood there, watching his figure walk away.


anonymous asked:

Do you know any gods or goddesses who are alright with few offerings? I'm a minor so I can't have an altar or do daily offerings, but I'm anxious to be called towards a god or goddess but find out that they require a lot of offerings... help?

Intro: Redefining What’s Possible

Hello, Anon! <3 First of all, I have some good news for you. If you aim to practice as a solitary pagan outside any rigid traditions, you will find that many a god(dess) is perfectly content to receive offerings with no frills. Your sincerity and intent is what really counts, so take a deep breath and prepare to redefine your understanding of what an offering “should be.”

Second, before we get into a list of examples and ideas, it is important to note that quality beats quantity when it comes to offerings and devotion in general. I know the ideal is to have both, but let’s face it, that’s just not possible sometimes. So, that begs the question, what can you do to hide in plain sight and keep within a budget that won’t raise any eyebrows?

The answer to that is there is a lot you can do. I promise, once you refuse to limit yourself to rigid, elitist standards of what counts as a worthy offering, you are going to have a whole world of possibility open up to you. Not only that, but you’ll find it isn’t half as difficult to find the time or energy for offerings when you’ve integrated devotion with your “everyday rituals.” Let me show you!

How to Hide in Plain Sight: Everyday Offerings

For the creative and expressive spirits:

GENERAL. Ask your deity to function as your muse! Whatever your medium of creativity and/or self-expression, request inspiration in exchange for art, music, writing (etc) created in their honor. Read on for specific examples/ideas.

MUSIC. If you play an instrument, try composing songs for your deity or dedicating your practice time to them. Just like to sing in the shower? That’s fine! Sing for your deity or sing songs that remind you of them.

DANCE. Alright, so maybe you’re self-conscious. Maybe you’re not a graceful dancer. I get that. But next time you’re home alone, try shutting the blinds and blasting the music. Just be free. Move your body as best you can and offer up your energy, your ecstasy, your passion as an offering.

PHOTOGRAPHY. Start a photo project! Maybe you want to photograph things that are sacred to your deity. Maybe you want to get really creative and dress up your friends to have them reenact scenes from your deity’s myth. But wait a minute, have you considered dedicating selfies to your deity? Yes, I’m serious, and I’m looking right at those of you who could use a little boost in the “self-love” department. Don’t be afraid to dedicate a photo journey in self-appreciation to your deity. It’s alright if you never share a single photo with the world. Just keep at it.

MAKE-UP/FASHION. Speaking of self-love, have you considered your make-up and fashion habits as offerings to your deity? Play around with it while you’re home alone, if you’re shy. No need to rush out of your shell. On the other hand, if you’re already feeling pretty confident, you might want to start dedicating your make-up and fashion choices to your deity.

WRITING. Write about your deity! You don’t have to be obvious about it. Give them a “secret identity” and write a story about that character. Want to write poetry? Do it! Again, you don’t have to be obvious about it. I promise you, your deities appreciate more than formal hymns. Write about them like you would a crush from afar. That is, all the passion without a whisper of a name. And hey, who says you have to be a creative writer? If you like to journal or blog, dedicate that daily or weekly practice to your deity.

ARTS/CRAFTS. Draw your deity or craft things dedicated to/associated with them. They won’t be critiquing your skill level, so don’t let that stop you! Think about that look of pride in a parent’s eye when their two year old runs up to them with a crayon drawing of the whole family and the dog. Think about how that drawing ends up on the fridge like a masterpiece in a gallery. Just think about that. And what about that macaroni art project from school? The one that’s allegedly an ornament, so it gets hung on the tree with a huge smile because, hey, it’s the thought that counts. Don’t approach your work with an attitude of “this isn’t good enough,” just do your best by your deity.

THEATRE. Whether you’re on Broadway or performing at a school play, this is another potential part of your life you can easily dedicate to your deity! Offer up the energy and passion you put in your practice time and performance. Don’t be afraid to petition them for inspiration and motivation if you’re feeling anxious or uncertain, either. As always, do your best. That’s enough.

For the busy and low-energy folks:

GENERAL. There are plenty of responsibilities in your day to day life that you won’t be escaping any time soon. So, maybe you’re really busy and struggling to find the time for offerings? Or maybe you’re just so tired all the time that you struggle to fit spirituality into your life the way you fantasize about? It may be time to start thinking about how to make the mundane into an offering!

TEA/COFFEE. Do you have a hot drink to get you going in the morning? Chances are you set it down to cool before you take the first sip. Take a few moments to invite your deity to share in the energy of that drink with you. Adding milk or sugar? Offer a share of that to them, too, and then dwell on it as you stir the additions in. 

COOKING/MEALS. Invite your deity to share in your meals with you. If you are able, try cooking a meal in their honor using ingredients you associate with them (for example, you might want to acquire venison for Artemis or pomegranates for Persephone). Hosting a dinner party? Dedicate the preparations to your deity and ask for them to be present in spirit or even to bless the gathering (especially if your deity is associated with home and hearth). On a diet? Reach out to your deity to help you abstain from what you cannot/do not want to eat, and dedicate the energy of your resistance to them.

BLOGGING. Literally what I am doing right now is an offering. I am not doing this “just to be nice.” This is an offering. I am putting my time and energy into writing out extensive advice that, ideally, will benefit the gods I am devoted to. But it doesn’t stop there! Do you like to relax on Tumblr after work? Great! Your blog is full of potential for virtual offerings. Start using those tags! You don’t have to create a separate e-shrine. Next time you see a photo or text post and think, “Hey, that reminds me of my deity,” reblog it with that in mind and slap a tag “for X” on there.

CHORES/EXERCISE. The stuff many of us love to hate! Well, guess what? There’s offering potential here. Dedicate your routine cleaning and decluttering to your deity. Think of your home as their temple, if it helps. Make it a more pleasant place to be for both of you! As for exercise, try committing to a basic routine every morning and dedicate it to your deity. Instead of focusing on your muscles straining, use the time to meditate on your deity. Going to the gym regularly? Same deal. If you need a little extra kick, don’t be afraid to ask them to hold you to your word and be that aggressive life coach you secretly need.

MEDS/HEALTH. If you take medicine everyday, dedicate that act to your deity. Why, you ask? Well, you can’t very well devote yourself to the best of your ability if you aren’t taking care of yourself. Honestly, if you don’t think that your deity cares about your health, you may need to reconsider that relationship. Whatever it is you do to keep yourself healthy, it’s sacred. Don’t think of it as unworthy offering because it isn’t in the eyes of a deity who cares about you.

WORKPLACE. Whether you love or hate your job, there is potential for offerings there. Let’s assume you love it first. Think of how you might dedicate the time and energy you put into your work everyday to your deity. Need a reminder to do so? Think of something associated with them and get a representation of it for your desk (if you have one). Worship Athena? Great! Get yourself an owl statue and set it next to the computer, for example. Okay, but what if you hate your job? Similar deal. Offer up your strength of mind and spirit as you struggle through every day like a warrior. Give them your tears. Give them your frustration. Entrust them with your hope for a new opportunity.

For the energetic and adventurous folks:

GENERAL. Hyper? Bored? Love new experiences? Well, what’s something really wild you want to do? What’s something you’ve been seeking motivation to get out and try? There’s an opportunity for an offering to your deity right in front of your nose with these kinds of desires, so seize the moment!

VOLUNTEERING. Whether you’re volunteering at the animal shelter or serving in a soup kitchen, there is definitely something to be said about offering these acts of service to your deity. Bonus points if you can find an organization that aligns with your deity’s interests, but don’t limit yourself to that! There are many deities who would take great pleasure in a selfless offering like this one.

MARATHONS. For those who want to go above and beyond the average person’s exercise routine, marathon running is a great example of something “extra” you could do as an offering to a deity. Whether you’re running for a cause or just for pleasure, there is plenty opportunity to offer up the time and energy you put in to your deity.

TRAVEL. Want to go somewhere? Dedicate your travel savings to your deity. If you wish, have them hold you accountable for being responsible enough not to dip into the savings on a whim. Already got a trip planned and funded? Dedicate the experience to your deity, whether it be through visiting a landmark sacred to your deity (directly or indirectly), putting time into learning a new language, culture, and history, or simply planning out a photo journalism project.

A Final Tip: The “Invisible Altar”

Now then, I could expand the list above forever, but I think by now, you should have a pretty solid idea of how to create something sacred and worthy of offering out of mundane pieces of your everyday life. So, that leaves us with just one very common problem to discuss: “How can I have an altar hidden in plain sight?” Good news! It’s actually remarkably simple.

First, you’re going to want to research into your deity’s sacred animals and symbols. Keep in mind that it’s perfectly acceptable to associate them with things that aren’t mentioned in the books. For example, I personally associate Loki with hares and rabbits. It’s not common. That’s just my UPG. Guess what adorns my altar in his honor? That’s right. Little bunny rabbit statues. As far as anyone out of the loop knows, I just really love bunnies. To give you another example, I also worship Cernunnos. I trust it will come as no surprise if I tell you that there is a ton of deer-related imagery on my altars.

Second, thrift and dollar stores are your new best friend. There’s really no need to break the bank to have a pretty and discreet altar. Here’s a few ideas for things you could pick up that have low-key altar potential: candle holders, old books, nice little boxes, photo frames, colorful bottles, snow globes, clocks, figurines, wind chimes, bells, vases, etc.

Third, forgo any explicitly religious imagery/symbolism. Yes, I know it can be tempting to have that altar. The one with the $200 deity statues, maybe a giant pentacle, or whatever else it might be that has you thinking nervously “maybe they won’t notice.” Word of advice? Don’t do it. Don’t take that chance if you’re honestly worried about someone calling you out on having an altar. I promise, you will learn to love what you’re able to work with.

Fourth, scatter your altar pieces to draw less attention. Maybe you’re a known history buff so you can get away with having that Anubis statue, but think twice before you put that figure on a shelf surrounded by candles and incense. Your best bet is to space things out. So, put that skull for Hades and that goat for Thor on two different levels of your bookshelf. Hang up that “Birth of Venus” print, but don’t put seashells and candles in front of it. Get the idea?

That’s about all I have the energy to write for the moment, but I hope that helps! Good luck on your path, Anon, and everyone else who find themselves practicing in the shadows. Don’t think for a moment you can’t have a rich spiritual experience and an excellent relationship with your deities just because you have to keep it all quiet. <3




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Chapter Two

It has been over a week since I met Niall. Nine days to be exact. But after day five I gave up. I’ve let the whole notion that he is actually going to call me and that something might happen between us fall to the wayside. I can’t spend time pining over a guy I barely know no matter who he is. Lily on the other hand is a little more perturbed than me. She walks into my apartment nearly every evening, flops down on my couch, and asks one question. It’s the same question every day and today is no different.

“Did he call?”

I give an exasperated groan from beside her. “You know good and well that he hasn’t. You would’ve been the first and only person I told.” I give her a disgruntled look. “Honestly woman, who do you take me for?”

She twirls her hair absent-mindedly around her finger, slipping it into a knot then pulling it free. “Hmm, I was hoping today would be the day. I can’t decide if I think he will or won’t.”

I stand up and walk across the small room to the kitchen. “Well, I booked my ticket on the train to It Aint Gonna Happen. You should probably get yours soon. It’s filling up fast.” I grab a drink from the fridge and hold it up, wiggling it in the air. “You want one too?”

She nods and I grab a second bottle as she continues. “I don’t think you should get on that train too soon. I’ve still got some hope for the boy. He’s a busy pop star we’ve got to give him some leeway.”

I laugh as I sit down, handing her her beer. “Busy little pop star?”

“He is!” She says incredulously. “Have you seen all the shit that those boys do? I mean really…” She pauses mid sentence and shakes her head. “What am I saying? Look at who I’m talking to. You probably already know what they’re doing and have been doing for the past week.”

I huff out. “Excuse me! I do not! Just because I follow them on twitter does not make me a crazy stalker. Millions of people do that.” I throw my hands up emphasizing my point. “Millions!”

Lily bursts out laughing beside me. “Don’t get your panties in a twist! Damn! I know you aren’t stalking them. In fact, I know you so well that I would guess that you haven’t even looked to see if Niall’s tweeted anything lately.”

I sit chewing on my pinky nail a little before I answer with a resigned sigh. “You’re right. I haven’t looked. But mainly because it kinda felt strange. Like knowing that he is out there and doing stuff and that my number is in his phone. Just like hanging out. Waiting to be used. Which probably isn’t going to happen.” I shake my head and put my hands up. “Yeah. I don’t want to think about this.”

Lily looks over at me with an exaggerated head shake. “It’s kinda weird that I’m paying more attention to the guy you made out with than you are.” She sits back, thinking for a moment. “Honestly though, why ask for a number if you’re not going to use it? My gut says he’s going to call you and I’m not usually wrong about these things.”

I roll my eyes. “You are your damn gut. Sometimes I feel like that’s the only thing you use to make decisions. You’re like a man and his penis. Always using the little head instead of the big head.” That one earns a loud laugh from my friend. “Right now all I want is for your gut and my gut to drink and watch terrible television. Can we do that? Please?” I gestured around the small space that is my lounge. “I mean it’s Friday night! Let’s put on our comfy pants and be fat and drunk together.” I turn to her and look serious for a moment. “And it’s not weird. I’ve just spent way too much time already thinking about it. So now I’ve let it go. I got to have my fun and even though I wanted more fun…” I shrug my shoulders and pat her leg. “It’s just not in the cards, sweetie.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll drop it. But just for tonight. Besides, who can say no to a night of terrible television, cuddled up on a couch with their best friend?” She pauses and then adds with a laugh, “Not exactly what I envisioned my fun Friday nights to be when I was younger though.”

“My teenage self certainly wasn’t picturing pints of Ben & Jerry’s and Netflix marathons. Which is just sad really because those things are awesome. But seriously, who wants to go out to club?” I make a disgusted face and stick my tongue out. “Blech. Ugh. No. Dirty men trying to touch you and buy you drinks that you don’t want. Yeah, I’ll pass.” I stand up and grab my empty bottle. Glancing down at Lily’s, I ask,  "You want another one or no?“

"I totally agree. I’m so over the bar scene.” She shakes her head. “ And no, I’m good. Keeping my eye on my girlish figure. Have to look good for the day I get papped standing beside Niall Horan’s new girlfriend.” She says with a cheeky smile aimed at me.

I laugh loudly as I grab myself another beer. I call out from the kitchen. “Let me know when you find her. I’d like to hang out with her too.” While I am searching through my cupboards for a snack, I hear my phone buzz from the couch. I ignore it and keep looking, but call out to Lily instead. “Will you see who that is?”

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Coming up with a Good First Sentence

One of my followers asked me:

Do you have any tips for coming up with a good first sentence for a novel?

So today, I’m answering that question.

Coming up with a Good First Line for a Novel

Method 1
For some people, it’s easiest to just start writing and come back and look through what’s been written to see if any of it would work as a good first sentence. Then the writer rearranges the first few pages to accommodate that. He finds his first sentence by writing.

Method 2
This is similar to Method 1. The writer just starts writing, and it might be a bunch of rambling stuff that’s actually not that important to the story. The writer is just trying find the beginning of the story. When she discovers it, she chops off the starting, where all the rambling is.

Method 3
If you want to start with a good first sentence right off the bat, think of some sort of hook you could begin your opening scene with. The first sentence usually needs to grab the reader somehow. Keep reading for how to do that.

A Great First Sentence

The main elements of a story are character, setting, conflict, and theme. Pick one of those elements and come up with an interesting first sentence to introduce it.

The best first sentences usually promise conflict or intrigue us somehow. A lot of people think they need to start with something life-threatening, like a bomb going off. That can work, but I’ve navigated a fair share of submission piles and can say that can technique also get old, if it’s not told in an interesting way, like this:

The bomb blew apart the grocery store down the street; Grandma Smith listened to the sirens and went back to knitting with a smirk.

The opening sentence doesn’t have to contain life-altering information to be a great one. It just has to be interesting and make us want to learn more. One way to do this is to create interesting contrasts. Here are some examples I came up.

Mom handed me my Birthday present, and my stomach dropped.

We usually associate Birthdays with happy emotions, but the narrator feels sick about this present, so immediately, we want to know why, so we keep reading. It’s an interesting contrast.

I took twice as long as usual to brush my teeth because Dad always preached the importance of looking your best at funeral.

The contrast here is that we start with something mundane and boring and relate it with something life-altering.

You can grab attention by opening with an intriguing description. One of my favorite sentences comes from Dashiell Hammet’s The Maltese Falcon. He opens his story with a character description, and while this sentence wasn’t THE opening sentence, it would have worked brilliantly:

[Samuel Spade] looked rather pleasantly like a blond satan.

Okay, there are several great things happening here at once. First, I would never say that looking like Satan was pleasant, so I’m curious to read more. Second, the main character is being compared to Satan–I’m interested to know more about him. And the qualifier of “blond,” just makes me more curious.

You don’t have to use the contrast technique, but I think it probably works most of the time. Sometimes just a poignant description works. Here is how Eragon by Christopher Paolini opens:

Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world.

One more technique: capture your character or narrator’s voice very well. A great voice is one of the first things that grabs editors’ attention. Here is the opening of Harry Potter:

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Can you hear that interesting voice in “proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much”?

Openings to Avoid

I have gone through thousands of unpublished stories, and I can’t tell you how many times I see openings like this:

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These Words are a Lie ~A Joshifer Fanfiction~ Chapter Ten

A/N: Hello my lovely little lemon drops! I hope you all have had a fabulous week so far, and will continue to have a joyous week into the weekend. I’m so happy that I was able to get this chapter to my liking, let me tell you.

This right here is quite a pivotal game changer in the story. Things experience quite a shift after this chapter, and so it’s obviously a highly important one. And earlier…oh my goodness me; I just could not get the emotion to my liking!

But after taking a break, napping, thinking on it, and later coming back to attack it, I was able to achieve exactly the feeling I was looking for. So thank goodness, here it is, in all of its TWAAL glory.

Big thank you to anyone and everyone who sends me encouragement and comments. Your words mean the absolute world to me, and give me the confidence to continue on with this story. I appreciate each and every message, so truly, thank you.

And a thank you to my partner in crime as usual, catching-dandelions, as her reaction spurred me on to continue writing today lol! A special thank you goes to hutchhitched as well, as she offered some much needed advice.

The previous chapter can be found here [x]

All chapters so far can be found here [x]

And without further adooo…

I find myself standing in a dark hallway, the void of shadow nearly overwhelming my surroundings. All except for the rather enticing light which glows softly ahead, beckoning me towards it.

Like a moth drawn to an illuminated object, I find my legs carrying me over to the source, walking without a true idea of where I’m going.

Just when I near the light however, just when I think I’m about to capture it and drink it in with my body, it expands, allowing me to waltz through it entirely. And the moment I do so, a scene suddenly materializes in front of me, one that’s all too familiar and at the same time confusing.

The SBNN Game.

I blink once, puzzlement rolling through me in waves, and throw a glance back over shoulder at the tunnel from which I came.

This is all too strange; I could have sworn I was just here, bathing in the pleasure of watching Josh, and later suffering from the consequences that followed. But perhaps that was just some type of sick nightmare, some type of odd illusion, because the action before me looks more enticing than the last time.

Basketball players run up and down the court almost in a synchronized dance, their bodies glistening with sweat and effort as they continue their competitive fight. Media and press hop from person to person, chattering and allowing the words to flow about mundane topics and questions. Fans buzz around like bees drawn to honey, absolutely honed in on the activity around them.

I stand still for a moment, taking it all in myself. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there’s a red flag going up, telling me that I need to hide and prevent anyone from noticing my identity. But as I swim through the sea of bodies, I push that warning to the deepest crevice of my brain.

Because people are actually treating me like a normal human being.

Even without the slightest bit of cover or concealment, my presence goes virtually unnoticed. Anyone who does manage to catch a glimpse of me simply offers me a smile or a hello, and goes back to their business. It’s almost like my celebrity status is non-existent. And it’s wonderful.

I cannot help but smile myself, a content, happy breath puffing from my nose as I continue to walk around.

While everything about this situation is perfect, and makes me thankful that I decided to attend in the first place, there’s just one little element missing, one absent piece to the beautiful puzzle.

The actual drive behind my motive; Josh.

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Summer Love - Pt. 5 [ Jensen Ackles x Reader ]

The reader meets Jensen Ackles on vacation, and the two share a three week long romance over the Summer. When Jensen returns to Vancouver to shoot the next series of Supernatural, he can’t help but think about her constantly. When forced to go their separate ways, how will things turn out?

CATCH UP: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four



How do I summarise the past week in just a few words? That’s right, I can’t.

I have spent every minute of every day in Y/N’s company and I couldn’t be happier. Okay, not every minute, but it’s pretty close!

We have been to so many different places together and learnt so much about one another. We tried surfing the other day and let’s just say it was not the best idea we’ve had because I almost sprained my ankle when I fell off the board, much to her amusement. We went to a really cool sushi restaurant where they let us make our own food with them and it was so much fun. Granted, our food looked nothing like what the chefs made, but it still tasted great. The highlight of it was definitely the portrait Y/N made of me out of pieces of shrimp. We devoured it of course, as guilty as it made me feel to scoff my own face worth of seafood.

We’ve also been to a waterpark. We ventured to the other side of the island and spent a day going down the slides and swimming. It was so unbelievably fun, and it kind of made me feel like a kid again. There were some slides that required us to ride in pairs, and we both bought some of the photos that were taken on the way down. The pictures costed a lot more than what we expected but we didn’t mind, and it’s hilarious to look back at the photo of us coming down the largest slide in the park with water splashing in our faces. We both had to stop ourselves from crying with laughter when we first saw it.

I wanted to meet her today but her friend has dragged her away for a girl’s afternoon so I’m stuck alone. We have agreed to go to a club tonight as she has tickets to some sort of DJ event. It’s the complete opposite to what I’d usually attend but I’m sure it’ll be fun, especially since I’ll be with her.

I woke up this morning feeling happier than I’d felt in a long time. Something about Y/N is different compared to anyone else I’ve ever met. Small details make my insides turn to mush whenever I see her, as cheesy as that sounds. She’s shared so much with me over the past seven days and she didn’t have to, but she chose to tell me things that seemed so personal. She went into detail about some problems she’s been struggling with and she even got emotional at a few points, but it was heartwarming to see that she trusted me enough to open up to me. One night, we sat on the beach under the stars and I just listened to her as she spoke about what was worrying her. She leaned in close to me, resting her head on my shoulder as we looked out at the sea, the moonlight reflecting onto the water and rippling with every passing wave. I felt closer to her than I’d ever felt to anyone in my life in that short time. She wasn’t ashamed to show her emotions, and she cried in front of me, which I know takes a lot of will power for most people, including myself. I held her close that night, hugging her tightly and assuring her that she’d be okay. She sniffled into my chest and nodded, before looking at me with the most gentle smile in all existence. That was the moment I allowed myself to realise that I was slowly, undoubtedly falling in love with her.

One of the reasons I’m so attached to her is because she doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t know Jensen the Actor, she just sees me as, well, me. I know that our relationship, (whether it’s a friendship or more) is genuine because she’s not just hanging around with me because I’m famous. I mean, she did say she recognised me from somewhere when we first met but I think she would’ve worked it out by now if she knew me. Recently the people I’ve met have mostly just wanted to talk to me because I’m ‘that guy who plays Dean in Supernatural’. No one really wants to have a general conversation anymore without introducing my career into the conversation. It’s not that I don’t like talking about my work, I love what I do and I wouldn’t swap it for anything, but sometimes it’s nice to just sit down and talk about my real interests, my hobbies and what I get up to when I’m not busy filming. I can do that with Y/N, because she’s met me and not just a guy who’s on TV sometimes.

I decided to spend the day in my hotel room. I’ve had a pretty action-packed week, and just to lay back in the sun on my balcony sounds like a good idea. I’ve been meaning to call Jared back for days now, so I can take a chance today to speak to him.

I pulled my laptop out of its case so I could Skype Jared. I quickly typed in the hotel’s Wi-Fi code before calling him. He answered immediately and his face lit up my screen. I smiled at him, feeling a huge sense of comfort by seeing him. “Hey Jensen! How’s the vacation?” He asked enthusiastically, a grin on his face as he leaned forward towards the screen. I gave him a pretty mundane answer and he looked unimpressed, “It’s got to be better than good… I thought you’d at least have some more details for me about this Mystery Girl you’ve been obsessing over,”

“What’s there to tell?” I smirked, and he just folded his arms and shook his head. I laughed at him, throwing my head back in amusement, “Fine. I’ll tell you about her, as long as you promise not to tease me like a teenage girl,”

“I promise!” He held his hands up before crossing his fingers over his heart, “What’s she like?”

I began to explain just how amazing Y/N is and I couldn’t stop the smile on my face from growing as I recalled the memories of the last week. Jared seemed to be thrilled for me, and reassured me that she gets his approval no matter what. I thanked him for it. Not that I need anyone’s approval before I like someone, but Jared’s opinion matters to me, it always has. “Do you think she feels the same?” He asked, looking at me with serious eyes. I sat and thought about it for a moment. I haven’t considered her feelings yet. I guess I’ve just been focusing on each day as it comes and I’ve been ignoring the ‘what ifs’ that usually spring to mind when I’m around new people. Jared waited patiently on the other end of the screen, as I opened my mouth to speak.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I think she does, then other times I start to doubt it. I’ve tried not to over-analyse anything and just go with the flow, but she occasionally does things that make me wonder if she’s trying to hint something to me, or if it’s just an accident,” I shrugged, fiddling with my fingers as I tried to picture myself telling Y/N how I feel and her returning the feelings. I don’t want to say anything too soon in case it freaks her out or pushes her away, but I know I can’t wait too long or my vacation will be over and I’ll regret ever keeping it a secret.

Jared spent the next hour talking to me. I showed him my hotel room and let him experience the wonderful waterpark photos which made him laugh just as much as me. I spoke to Genevieve and the kids briefly before they went out on a playdate leaving Jared at home. Before he hung up, he showed me the script for the next season of Supernatural and I was practically hanging off the edge of my seat as he read out some of the most intense scenes to me. Lastly, I told him that I missed him and couldn’t wait to see him. He waved me a goodbye before ending the call, and I allowed myself to sit back and just smile knowing that I have the best friends back home. No scratch that, the best family.

I realised the time and thought I’d start to get ready. I’m meeting Y/N in two hours, and I need to grab something to eat before I do. I jumped in the shower and sang to my heart’s content as I mentally tried to figure out how to eventually tell Y/N that I like her. God I hate acting out conversations in my head, because I know they’ll never pan out the way I imagine. I can see myself going to tell her and freaking out, causing me to say something stupid that would make her want to run a mile. But there’s also the opposite picture in which I tell her and she’s so excited to tell me that she feels the same way. I’d like to keep the positive image in my head, but the crazily negative one somehow always distracts me.

I was ready in no time, and after asking the receptionist in the lobby for directions to the club we were going to, I set off. I found a small café nearby on the way and decided to eat there. I sat down inside, and luckily I chose the best seat underneath the AC. Everything seemed perfect as I scanned the menu for a quick meal, until I heard a distant scream coming from the other end of the room, “Oh my God!” A high voice squealed. I looked up and saw two girls dashing towards me, one of them waving a piece of paper in front of their face.

“A… Are you Jensen Ackles?” One of them nervously asked in the broadest of Southern accents I’d ever heard. I sat up and placed my menu down, smiling at the two of them.

“That would be me,” I laughed, as I awkwardly scanned the room and watched as people stared at me, “You girls are fans of the show I assume…” I gestured to their matching Supernatural shirts and they both squealed. It took everything in me to not plug my ears.

“Yeah, we love it! Can we get a photo? Oh, and um… Can you sign this?” One of them handed me the piece of paper and a pen as the other waved a camera in my face. I scribbled my signature down before asking a waiter to take our photo. He seemed completely confused which didn’t surprise me, but took the picture anyway. They both hugged me, almost strangling me as they held onto me, “Thank you so much Jensen. We can’t wait for season 12, we love you!”

“Have a great evening girls,” I sent them off back to their table and sighed as I went back to ordering my food. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love meeting fans and speaking to them, but when they’re the squealing type it can be a little overwhelming. Imagine trying to sit down for a bite to eat and someone just screams at you out of nowhere!



“Oh will you stop messing it up? You look fine… Great in fact!” Meg assured me as I adjusted my hair in the mirror for the hundredth time. I turned around, looking at my outfit from every possible angle before sighing.

“I just don’t look right,” I complained, flopping onto the bed behind me. Meg shook her head as she sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, “I don’t even know why I care. It’s not like he’s going to notice,”

“Have you heard yourself Y/N?! You’re being ridiculous! Of course he’s going to notice, you look amazing! Listen, when it comes down to it, does it really matter how you look? By the way you’ve described him it sounds like he already likes you, and he’s seen you on the water slides!” She laughed, rubbing my arm to console me. I looked at her with a small smile before nodding, “That dress looks great on you, now go and show him what you’re made of!” I grabbed her in a hug, squeezing her tight before standing up and picking up my bag.

“I really hope tonight goes well,” I said nervously, throwing the tickets, my money and phone into the bag and clasping it shut. Meg stood with her hands on her hips and a smug expression on her face, “What?!

“You’ve spent the past week together and you’re still nervous before you see him? Woah… You definitely like him,” She teased, standing and hugging me again. She grabbed the perfume from the table and spritzed me, I spun around as she sprayed it all over me, laughing as I twirled, “Now you not only look great, but you smell it too! Have a good night,”

She walked me down to the lobby of my hotel and to the cab she’d ordered for me. I jumped in and waved at her as we drove off to the club. I double checked that I had the tickets as I sat fidgeting in the back of the car. I pulled my dress down constantly, trying to make it look as neat as possible, and I got my phone out to use the front camera as a mirror. I flashed my teeth and examined them to see if there were any lipstick stains, and I wiped at my eyelids to clean up a bit of smudged eyeliner. I smacked my lips together to smoothen out my lipstick and finally felt satisfied with my look for the evening.

The cab came to a halt and I paid the driver, before stepping out to be greeted by Jensen. He helped me out, taking my hand gently and guiding me onto the sidewalk. I thanked him as I smoothed the back of my dress out and shuffled in my shoes before we joined the line outside the club. I fished his ticket out of my bag and passed it to him. I took one more sly glance at myself in the front camera of my phone before looking up at Jensen, “So, I can safely say I’ve never been to anything like this before,” I said honestly, laughing somewhat worriedly. I hate to make myself sound old but I literally haven’t stepped in a proper club for years.

“I’m actually glad of that, at least we’re both in the same boat,” He chuckled, reading his ticket and questioning the names of the people that we were going to see. I shrugged at each one, completely clueless as to what I’d brought us to. Meg just gave me the tickets because she couldn’t go, and I thought it’d be fun for me and Jensen to do.

The line moved quickly and we were soon inside. The strobe lights hit us straight in the face as different colours darted around the room; fluorescent greens, pinks and yellows shone around us, flashing occasionally and printing different shapes on the walls. The music was already cranked up to the max as people were setting up a stage for the DJs who were set to perform later on. We weaved through the crowd, and I grabbed onto Jensen’s arm so I wouldn’t lose him in the sea of people. We reached the bar and Jensen practically yelled our order at the bartender. I hoisted myself up onto a stool, whilst passing Jensen money for the drinks. He tried to insist on paying for the first round but I thrusted the money into his hand and forced him to let me pay. He just laughed and slid the money over to the bartender, “You’re killing my masculinity here Y/N,” He joked, winking at me. I yelled an apology as I grabbed my drink and jumped off the stool.

“Let’s go find somewhere for us both to sit,” I suggested, linking arms with him so we wouldn’t get separated. Once again we squeezed through the masses of dancing bodies and found a stray table at the back of the room. Jensen almost pushed people out of the way to ensure that we got to the table first. He sat down and moved around the booth to let me in beside him. Fortunately, we sat quite far away from the main speakers so the music wasn’t as deafening as before, “Thank God the speakers aren’t above our heads, I was worried my eardrums would burst! Oh wow, how old do I sound?!” I laughed, taking a sip of my drink.

“I don’t think complaining makes you old! I was just about to say the same thing, and you can’t go saying you’re old when you’re 9 years younger than me…”

“Eight and a half!” I corrected him, pointing at him cockily. He held his hands up in defeat whilst laughing at himself.

We spent a majority of the night chatting and sneakily making fun of the odd crazy dancer in the crowd. Jensen had me in floods of tears when he stood up and copied someone’s dance moves. I couldn’t stop laughing and had to bite my knuckles to calm myself down. Jensen had the fantastic idea of buying multiple rounds of shots and now we find ourselves waving our arms around like a pair of mentalists in the middle of the dance-floor. The event is well underway now, and three different DJs have already had the whole room jumping up and down and cheering at the top of their lungs. I can’t remember whose idea it was for the two of us to attempt to dance in a nightclub of all places, but I can’t complain. I get to watch and enjoy Jensen’s ridiculous moves as he sways his hips and tries to melt into the crowd.

I was dancing pretty close to Jensen to begin with, until a leggy blonde with unrealistically high shoes and shorts that her ass cheeks practically sucked up, strutted past me and tried to dance with him. I didn’t even want to look over, but my stupid curious mind made me glance at him and he didn’t even seem phased. She was grabbing onto him and everything and he seemed to be enjoying himself. Part of me sank on the inside as I watched him place his hands on her waist and allow her to just throw herself all over him. I wanted to vomit at the sight, and I suddenly found myself frantically looking for a way out of the crowd. I tried to look for an opening, but the whole room seemed to be twice the capacity that it was before, and the people around me seemed less like people and more like sardines in a tin.

As I went to dash to the bar, a guy around Jensen’s height, perhaps taller approached me. “What’s a girl like you doing dancing alone?” He leaned down and asked me. I laughed at him, tucking my hair behind my ear and shrugging. He nestled past someone so he could stand directly opposite me, “I’m Drew by the way,”

I stood up on my tiptoes so he could hear me a little better over the music, “I’m Y/N!”

“Do you want to dance Y/N?” He asked. I briefly skimmed my eyes over the crowd and couldn’t see Jensen anymore, so I just thought 'why not?’ and allowed myself to dance with this complete stranger.

We swayed along to the music, laughing and joking as he spun me around under his arm. We were both atrocious at dancing but it was great fun nonetheless. I almost completely forgot about Jensen and his sleazy dance partner until Drew and I happened to make our way closer to them. My back accidentally bumped against Jensen’s and he turned around abruptly to look at me with what seemed like glaring eyes. He didn’t seem to focus them on me though, he was too busy staring at Drew. His Barbie friend kissed her teeth at me and cocked an eyebrow as if she could tell that I’d rather be where she is instead of canoodling with this random guy. Drew suddenly spun me around, making me erupt into laughter as the song changed and we started to move to a different rhythm.

Out of nowhere, he seemed to think it was okay to grab me by the hips and pull me closer to him. I just went along with it, especially after noticing Jensen’s reaction. Jensen and I locked eyes too often for it to be accidental, and I knew he was watching me intentionally. Drew grabbed me tighter, stopping me in my tracks as he leaned down towards me. I panicked, and found my face inches away from him as his eyes fluttered close and his lips parted slightly.

I heard a strange squeal, before I was whipped out of Drew’s grasp and spun in the opposite direction. Everything in the room seemed to flash before me and as soon as I regained my balance I looked up and saw that Jensen was now the one holding onto me. I sighed and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. I hugged him close without saying a word, but I think he could tell I was thanking him from saving me from Drew’s clingy grip. When I looked back at Jensen he seemed to nod proudly, as if he’d won some kind of contest between him and Drew. Not that Drew was any competition anyway.

I realised that the squeal I’d heard was the blonde chick being thrown away by Jensen, and I couldn’t stop the accomplished smile from making its way onto my face. We continued to dance with one another, his hands on my waist as I shook my hips and waved my arms around in an attempt to fit in with everyone else. And for the remainder of the night, neither of us saw the trashy blonde or the grabby giant again.


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