Tears of God - (jesus x reader)

introduction

My name's (y/n). I am 16 years old, and I am not like other girls. I wear band tees twice my size, I dye my short hair black, I own a type writer.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm a loser.

A loser who occasionally steals pins from Hot Topic. Why? Because fuck capitalism, that's why. I am not going to pay for overpriced pins, why should I? After all I do have to save up for college.

But I guess that's where this whole story starts. A loser stealing pins from my local Hot Topic. I was having a awful day. My ex "accidentally" sent me nudes, and then hit me with the:

'Oops that was like, totally meant for my new gf, i'm like super sorry ! btw i miss you'

And then my dad texted me for the first time in forever and has some lame excuse all like "Sorry I was arrested for trying to steal milk 7 years ago". Yeah right like I'm going to believe that, I'm not stupid you know.

Worst of all, my alcoholic mom kept on saying she was going to sell me to some boy band over and over again because she needs the money! Well maybe if you stopped drinking and got a job we wouldn't be broke and I wouldn't have to steal pins from Hot Topic you old hag!

Oh yeah, those pins. Those goddamn pins! I was shoving a whole bunch into the pocket of my oversized black hoodie, as a normally did. But then suddenly, someone grabbed my hand causing me to drop all the pins I was holding.

"Stop right there, criminal!" That voice... That voice was the most angelic thing I have ever heard! I couldn't help but turn around, and when I saw her, my jaw dropped. She was gorgeous.

Her head of long, beautiful, chestnut colored locks. Her bright blue orbs I couldn't stop looking at. Her soft, brown skin. The smeared eyeliner, the black lipstick, the purple eyeshadow. She was perfect.

She was wearing a black shirt with some anime character on it, a black pleated skirt with red fishnets underneath, and a pair of Doc Martens that have probably been worn over and over again. I couldn't help it, she was perfect.

I moved my eyes to her name tag, and read it over and over again.

Jesus.

Her name was Jesus.

I die, come back like two years later, and write a jesus x reader fan fiction. quarantine, man.