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Lips of an Angel (Jelena One Shot)


Lips of an Angel (Jelena One Shot)

Third Person’s POV

“I’m thinking of asking sometime this week, maybe Friday. If it works with her schedule, I’ll take her out to dinner or something.”

The young brunette halted her movement; pausing to eavesdrop on her partner’s conversation. She knew it was wrong but her interest was piqued.

She was curious.

“I don’t know if I should go with the generic ‘will you marry me?’ or something more original. I think she’d prefer something more original but I really don’t want to fuck this up.”

Holy shit.

He was going to propose.

“Of course I’ve got a ring.”

She was going to be Mrs. Tesfaye.

Selena Tesfaye.

She bit back a smile, deciding not to invade his privacy any more than she already had.

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Her heart fluttered as a hand held hers. It was soft and smooth. And warm. It felt nice.

A ring was slipped onto her left-hand ring finger. A kiss was placed upon it.

She held up her hand, admiring the arrangement of diamonds that formed an elegant ‘J.’ It was perfect.

                                                           ~~~

They were in Central Park.

It was spring.

It was beautiful.

There were flowers everywhere. So many different colours. And the animals…

It was magnificent.

They were having a picnic. Near the lake, close to the restaurant that was near the bridge.

She was watching two squirrels steal food. When she turned back around, he was on one knee with a blue Tiffany box in his palm. A beautiful diamond ring sat on the plush cushioning.

His hazel eyes shone with love as his words moved, giving a speech that brought tears to my eyes yet again, just like when he had given me the promise ring.

I covered my mouth with my hand, nodding rapidly as the tears fell.

He gently took my hand in his and removed the ‘J’ ring, placing this new one in its spot.

I threw my arms around his neck as I eagerly pressed my lips to his. I had never been happier.

                                                         ~~~

It was another out-of-body experience.

I was standing there, at my wedding, witnessing everything yet no one saw me. They couldn’t hear me nor could they feel me.

I watched as I walked down the aisle, Brian and Ricardo on each arm.

They were both giving me away, just like I’d always wanted.

I had a huge smile on my face as I stared at my groom, not even registering the guests in the room. He was the only one I saw.

I searched my surrounding but I couldn’t find my current boyfriend. He wasn’t the one I was marrying. He wasn’t the man receiving the promise of my love for all of eternity. He was nowhere to be found.

And strangely enough, I looked euphoric.

                                                         ~~~

She woke up startled. She was sweating profusely and her heart was beating out of her chest as she panted for air.

She turned to the sleeping body next to her.

Abel. He was the one here. Next to her.

Not him.  

She ran her hand over her face then through her hair.

God this was messed up.

She took another shaky breath and removed herself from the bed, grabbing her phone as she slipped out the room and into the kitchen.

She poured herself a glass of water, drinking it as fast as she could to calm her nerves.

This wasn’t happening.

Not now. Why now? After all those years, why now?

She wanted to scream in frustration but she couldn’t.

She wasn’t alone. If he heard her, that would cause questions that she simply wasn’t ready to answer.

She didn’t know how to.

She swiped left, clicking the 'J’ option that was still under favorites. She never did change it.

It rang twice before he answered, his voice rough from sleep.

“Selena?” He called when he got no response.

“Uh yeah. Can you talk?”

He crawled out of his bed where his girlfriend was sound asleep, creeping out onto the balcony.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, his voice soft and soothing yet there was a concern and worry hidden in his tone that made her heart feel warm.

She told him about the conversation she had overheard; about Abel’s intent to propose to her. She told him how she initially felt about him then she told him about her dreams with a mystery man.

“The hands, they were yours. Not Abel’s. You were the one putting the 'J’ ring on my finger. Then another ring. An engagement ring. In Central Park. I’m watching myself walk down the aisle. My eyes are locked on you. You’re all that I can see. I don’t even notice that he’s not there. My entire life is playing out in front of me, and you’re the one it’s playing out with. Just like we planned.” She whispered as tears silently fell.

She missed him. So so much.

He was the one she was meant to be in bed with. He should have been holding her.

He remained silent for a while, trying to figure out what he wanted to tell her, what he needed to tell her and what he should tell her.

“Does he know you’re talking to me right now? I don’t want to start a fight.”

She sighed. “He doesn’t but that’s okay. You won’t. What about her? Does she know?”

It was his turn to let out a breath of air. “No. She’s asleep. You know sometimes I wish she was you.”

There he said it. She remained silent as he began to speak. “I know I shouldn’t because we’re both supposed to be moved on but I can’t help it. I dreamed of you tonight too you know. It wasn’t the first time and I know it won’t be the last.”

She smiled sadly to herself. “I guess we never really moved on huh Jay?”

“It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name. It sounds so sweet. Especially coming from the lips of an angel.”

Those words actually made him feel weak. But he wouldn’t tell her that.

She felt her own heart flutter as she recalled him saying that she was an angel.

His angel.

“I never wanted to say goodbye to you. I still don’t.”

He knew exactly what she meant. She wished they were still together. That they had never broken up.

He felt the same way.

He spoke his next words without hesitation. “Then don’t.”

A silence fell upon them as the gravity of his words sunk in.

“Justin, are you saying that you would be willing to end your relationship for me? That you’d leave your girlfriend of six months for me?”

Her voice was quiet as if she was afraid to ask; afraid of the response she would get.

“I would leave anyone for you Selena. I love you. You’re my forever and always.”

A smile formed on her lips. “I love you too.” She uttered as she ended the call already knowing what she was going to do.

You’re my forever and always.

He didn’t even know it but those were the exact words he had spoken in her dreams and that alone made her choice clear.

“I promise that you’ll be my forever and always.”

“So Selena, will you be my forever and always?”

“I promise to love you unconditionally. You’re my forever and always. For all of eternity.”

“You’re my forever and always too.” She spoke loudly into the silence, the sound of her voice echoing down the hallway and into the bedroom where Abel was awake and waiting for her to come back to bed in vain.

And in that moment he knew that he no longer had what part of her he once did.

Sounds So Sweet

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

The Jensen ficlet I mentioned last night! Here’s the song, in case you don’t know it. 

Saturday Night Special was always a fun time, for fans and the on-stage guests as well. Of course, when Jensen Ackles took the stage, the screams in the crowd got even louder.

Honey, why are you calling me so late?
It’s kinda hard to talk right now
Honey, why are you crying, is everything okay?
I gotta whisper ‘cause I can’t be too loud

The opening chords of the old Hinder song had hinted to only some of the crowd what was coming next. When Jensen opened his mouth and started singing those words, however, the crowd went crazier than ever. He stayed at the microphone for that first verse and chorus, then moved to the front of the stage where girls and women were lined up and reaching out for him as they sang along.

One particular woman drew his attention, and caused Jensen to smile. Crouching down in front of her, he sang the words as though he was singing to her for the next full verse and chorus. With a wink and a caress of her cheek, pink from the heat in the place as well as the excitement of that moment, Jensen stood up and moved back to the microphone. Every so often, his eyes wandered back to that woman, and the grin would once again tug at his lips.

Jensen stuck around for the remainder of the Saturday Night Special, watching from the backstage and making a couple more appearances with the other guests. He was sweaty and tired, but there were other reasons to look forward to returning to his hotel room.

He slid the keycard into the slot, and the light turned green. He walked into the room, noting the beside lamp was already on, to where you were sitting against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of you. You were wearing one of his t-shirts and a tight, short pair of sleep shorts.

“Didn’t know you were going to sneak down for the concert,” Jensen said, kneeling on the mattress before crawling over to where you were.

You shrugged. “When you told me you were going to sing that song, I had to be there. Maybe the fandom is the other woman in this case, and I know we’ll go public eventually. But for now, it’s kind of fun, keeping our relationship a secret. Do think they have any idea?”

“Not a clue,” Jensen said, shaking his head before dipping his head lower so that his lips could meet yours.

Well my girl’s in the next room. Sometimes I wish she was you, I guess we never really moved on. It’s really good to hear your voice, saying my name it sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel hearing those words it makes me weak. And I never wanna say goodbye but girl you make it hard to be faithful, with the lips of an angel.
—  Hinder
Lips Of An Angel
Hinder
Lips Of An Angel

in honor of ashton tweeting this song i feel the need to share a story related to this song.

one time my cousin and i got into a rather heated argument of the lyrics to this song. she thought it said, “my cousin, the next room” i knew it said “my girls in the next room.” her only defence was “well i’m from the south i think i would know” so i said “bitch this aint the south and we dont fuck our cousins here”

thats my story(:

Honey, why you calling me so late?
It’s kind of hard to talk right now
Honey, why you crying? Is everything OK?
I got to whisper ‘cause I can’t be too loud

Oh well, my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes, I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on

It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words; it makes me weak
And I never want to say goodbye
But girl, you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

—  Hinder - Lips of an Angel
“Protector” - One Shot

This is one of my older pieces. Enjoy jealous/angry harry :) 

Rating: M (smut) 

“What is it?” You notice Harry’s body language change drastically, his jaw clenched and his fist almost breaking the glass he’s holding on the table, his head turning back to stare at the drink, eyebrows pressed forward.

           “ ‘Snothing, love”, he lied, his face never shifted as he took a short and quick sip, never looking you in the eye. The arm around you at the booth became tighter as he pulled you into his body. He was protecting you. Something was wrong.

           Turning your head you glanced around and saw four foul, malicious eyes glaring at you, their eyebrows raised and their laughs boomed when you caught their gaze, pointing. You felt your face turn red and you turned around quickly, burying your head into the crook of his arm.

           “You shouldn’ have done that”, he grumbled, anger seeping from every pore in his body, his muscles clenched again as he heard them yelp in laughter behind them, trying to ignore the hideous phrases thrown at you.

           “Harry let’s just go. There a bunch of douche bags who’ve had too much to drink”, peering up at him, his jaw adjusted and slacked a little.

           “You said you wanted to dance”, he was draping his arm around you, now. Completely caged into his body, you could have sworn this position was safer than and prison on earth.

           “Let’s go dance. Get lost on the dance floor”, a smile played on your lips trying to loosen him up, even though you could still faintly hear the shit bags behind you.

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Toothbrush

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope! 

Summary: At what point does casual sex become more? Daveed’s having a problem figuring that out.

Words: 3.1k+

A/N: I had this for a while actually but kept forgetting I had it so here you go! This was inspired by the song Toothbrush by DNCE! Thank you @secretschuylersister for proofreading and telling me to post this! Enjoy!

Originally posted by lafayettesbun


This was teetering on dangerous now. For the umpteenth time, Daveed has woken up in bed next to you after yet another social gathering. It had started off simple, the chemistry was there and it was undeniable that you both wanted to jump each other’s bones so eventually Daveed made his move and was met with little resistance. The cycle became: have sex, rest for a few minutes, get dressed and then leave right after. The next time you guys ran into each other, it was like your friendship hadn’t changed and conversation flowed easily. Then one night you were too sore to get up and asked to stay the night, Daveed agreed not thinking much of it. You both settled into your halves of the bed and nodded off, you were gone before he woke up. Then things changed again.


You were both laying on your backs, panting hard with closed eyes. Daveed opened his first, looking over at you and admiring your skin as it glistened in the moonlight. He did a pretty good job tonight.

“I give it a 6 out of 10.” You spoke up, laughing at the offended look on Daveed’s face.

“Oh please! You had 2 orgasms!”

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Imagine Cas Trying to Use Bad Pickup Lines on You

inspired by this gif imagine

“Go get her, tiger,” Dean grinned, slapping Cas on the back encouragingly.

Cas then approached you, looking down at the ground and licking his lips nervously.

You looked up at the Angel and smiled. “What’s up?”

He cleared his throat. “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.”

You immediately broke out into a wide grin, covering a giggle with your hand. “Uhhh, Cas–”

“If I had to rate you from 1-10, you’d be a 9 because I’m the one you’re missing,” he continued, swallowing nervously as he continued sputtering out horrible pickup lines, not letting you get a word in.

“CAS!” Dean whisper-shouted from across the room, catching Cas’ attention. Cas turned his head and saw Dean staring at him with wide eyes, motioning for him to come over. 

“Um, excuse me,” Cas mumbled to you before walking over to Dean. “What? Was I bad?”

“You were being bad everything,” Dean chastised. 

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh at their conversation. You stood up and immediately walked over to Cas, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Yes–” 

Cas turned around, and before he could finish his sentece, your lips were on his. He let out a surprised “mff” sound before he sunk into it, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. 

Dean stood there dumbfounded as you pulled away with a smile, your hands resting on Cas’ chest. 

“Don’t listen to Dean,” you reassured your Angel. “He’s just mad because those pickup lines didn’t work for him.” With that, you grabbed Cas’ hand, pulling him down the hallway to your room. “Bye, Dean!”

Dean continued to stand there with his brow furrowed, his mouth hanging open in surprise and confusion.

“What the fuck?”

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Lips of an Angel-Part 3

Summary: Dean struggles with keeping his life with Lisa in check after you call him

SERIES MASTERLIST

JILL’s MASTERLIST

Characters: Reader, Dean, Lisa

Pairings: Prev. Dean x Reader, Reader x Nate (OFC), Dean x Lisa

Word Count: 1000

Warnings:  Language, Dean’s POV, Angst

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading.

Tags are at the bottom. If you would like to be put on my Forever Fic Tag List, I’m changing my process because I know I have been forgetful. You can add yourself to my tag list on a Google Doc…LINK HERE

Originally posted by zombieellis97

That phone, that mother fucking phone. This is the fifth night in a row that I can’t stop staring at it. What if she calls again? What do I say? What if Lisa gets to it first? What then? And it just keeps running through my damn head over and fucking over again.

I can’t even decide if I want it to ring or not. Because if she does call, I don’t know what I will do, if I can take it, hearing her.

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