Rx Queen

rx queen

being his guardian angel, john wants to taint you a bit

go to listen to , angel by massive attack n rx queen by deftones

🐇 ; halfangel!reader , reader being john’s guardian angel , based off of constantine ( 2005 ) , smut , the reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . or looks are not described so imagine whoever , i was not mentally stable while writing this

john takes out, yet, another cigarette and placing it between his lips before you had interrupted him. “what did i tell you about smoking, john?” appearing out of thin air, you take the cigarette from his lips, flinging it somewhere behind you.

he grunts, sitting up to meet you, “i can take having a guardian angel, but an annoying one is too much.”

false.

he enjoyed your company. whether you were forced to be around him or not, he liked having you around.

“you’ll kill yourself before we can make any progress of you getting into heaven.” you place a hand on his knee, “enough with the cigarettes.” he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “it’s not that easy, sweetheart.”

“sure it is. just drop the cigarette.” you shrug. “you’ve never smoked before, have you?” you shake your head, earning a snigger from him.

“c’mere.” you sit closer to him, placing yourself on the side of his bed. the back of his hand glides across your wings, making you shutter. “you liked that, didn’t you?” he chuckles.

he weightlessly picks you up, placing you between his legs, your wings automatically retracting. “john, what are you doing?” he holds a finger to your lips, silencing you, “ever since god blessed me with you, i just wanted to ruin you. fuck up whatever amount of innocence you have left within you.”

his fingers trace the apple of your cheek, “you’re beautiful.” his lips press along the back of your neck, “stunning, even.” his hands sneak pass the waistline of your pants, surpassing your panties. “you were wet this whole time.” he teases, playing with your sensitive bud.

what is this feeling? and why does it feel so good?

“don’t fight it, doll. give in.” he covers his middle and ring finger with your slick before stuffing his fingers in you.

“j-john.” you flutter your eyes, moaning in pleasure. “such a good girl.” he coaxes you. your head lull back, john takes your lips into his.

he was going to have fun with you.

divider by , @v6que

can you do a miles e42 fix based off of broken clocks by sza

U LUV ME | with 42!miles

— it’s been 3 years since you’ve dated him. why he still talking about you like you together ? i’m not officially back but i just LOVE this concept. and i love sza🤭 ex!miles, both characters are like 17-18, reader has a younger sister, simp!miles fr, reader is still in love with miles but is stubborn, probably makes no sense whatsoever

“ma,” miles kneeled in front of you. “i’ll do anything to win you back. swear. i’ll drop the prowler job. anything.” his hands were wrapped around your legs as he begged for you to take him back.

“you swear?” you pull him up, he now towers over you. “swear.” his lip inch closer to yours “i lo—”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” your sister, nicknamed yaya, repeatedly hits you in the face with a pillow. “damn. i’m up, i’m up.” you sit up as she hits your back.

you grab the pillow, throwing it in her face. “i said i’m up.” “mama said you better be ready in 10 minutes or you’re gonna have to find another ride to work.”

you turn your head, looking at the clock.

it read 9:45.

shittt.

“get out so i can get dressed.”

*time skip*

you had barely made it in time for work. “hi, welcome to [ insert favorite cafe ], how can i—get out.” your voice was quickly filled with hatred. “chill, ma. i just wanted coffee.” the boy laughs. “not from here. go.”

you refused to serve him. you knew what was to come next.

“i miss you.”

“my mom won’t stop talking about you.” know well it was just him ranting about how he wanted you back.

“i want—”

“you want a caramel frappe, no whipped cream, a chocolate chip, warmed. i remember.” you deadpan. “i want something else.” your brows raise in shock, “so you have changed.”

“you.”

you groan. you bit your tongue, trying so hard not to yell at him to get out of your store. “i take that back.”

after completing his order, you slid him the drink and cookie, “that’ll be 12.65. cash or card?” he slid you a 50. “keep the change.” he walked off, sipping his newly made drink.

*time skip to the next day*

the day before was stressful. you had karens upset bc you didn’t give them a drink at 75 degree exact, too many customers, not enough staff. it was a miracle you made it out alive.

your sleep once you got home was well deserved. it was peaceful.

until the next morning. your phone was blown up by your best friend trying to get your attention.

[ name ] ! when did u and miles get back together ?

[ name ] girl wake the fuck up.

i know you see these messages. don’t make me come to your house.

answer me hoe😡

you quickly unlock your phone,

“tf r u talking abt?”

he posted on his private story. sum abt “when you two talk it out and cuddle” some shit like that. the caption had you name on it

your head hangs low when they sent the screenshot.

this motherfucker is really delusional.

“we never got back together. tf is he on?”

you threw on some clothes, storming your way to miles’ house.

you knew his mother had work at this time so you have no mercy to his front door. “miles, open this fucking door. imma kick it down.” your tone let him know you were pissed. he opens the door, “what are you mad about ma?”

you raise your phone at his face. “what is this?” he leans back, getting a good look at it. “oh, i was letting people know you’re mine.” you tilt your head, eyes squinted. “are you fucking crazy? what part of “we’re broken up” do you not understand? we ain’t together. end of story.”

he laughs, making you more upset. “that’s what you think. why do you think no one has asked you out yet?” he smirks. “because they know that you’re mine. anybody who wants you gotta go through me first. and you and me both know that’s not gonna end well.” he snickers.

“miles—” “i’m not done.” he cuts you off. “look, i know me being the prowler affected our relationship. but i’m done with that. completely. i’m focused on you right now. i’m tryna do better for you.” he suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“i’m yours.”

you smirk at him. “and how do i know you don’t have any hoes in your phone right now?” “be reasonable right now.” he smile drops, his nostrils flaring. “okay, i was joking.” you laugh.

“so, what’s this mean ma?” you purse your lips, “i guess we can get back together.” he grins, pulling you closer. “you don’t know how much i missed you. and this ass—” his hands squeeze your ass before you smack his hands away.

“i can always change my mind, miles.” “okay, i was just kidding.”

HELP ! !

so can someone PLEASE tell me that one joel miller fic where he likes doing things for reader and one time the reader wanted to pump gas and he goes upset HELP😭

earth 42 miles fic where like he’s bestfriends with reader at the time and she wants to go to a party buts it’s a i’ll go if you go type deal pls

“look, i’m not going if your not going. plain and simple.” you rub your lip gloss wand over you lips one last time before popping your lips.

“then why are you dressing up right now?” miles’ lies on his bed, throwing a ball in the air. “because i know you’re coming with.” you shrug as he groans. “i don’t know who’s all going to be there.” “does it matter? i go everywhere with you with no complaints.” you argue. “i never asked you to.” he counters.

“you’re an asshole.” you throw your lip gloss in your purse slung over shoulder, leaving his bedroom. “okay, fine! i’m going.” he groans, getting up from his bed.

“good. and dress nice. we need to find you a girlfriend by the end of the night.”

UMMMM😀 i mean i’m not complaining🤤

my bots be getting FREAKYYYY

EYES CLOSED

simon’s hand wrapped around an unfamiliar body. he wanted to sob. he wanted to punch the nearest wall. he wanted to do anything to release the anger inside him. but he couldn’t. that was against his code.

he closed his eyes, imagining that he was holding you. he imagined that the both of you were still together. he imagined that he didn’t screw up.

he remember the events like it was yesterday.

you had grown tired of his absence. you said you craved something more. something he couldn’t give to you. he wasn’t upset with you. he was upset with himself. he loves you so much, why can’t he show it?

but he had to let you go. did he regret it? yes. he wanted to spend every moment with you. even the silent ones. the moments where you didn’t need to talk, just taking in each other’s presence.

was it best for you? yes. but was it best for him? no. you were his serotonin. you kept him sane. you didn’t even need to be there. the mention of you would bring a smile to his face.

but those moments were gone. so, he kept his eyes shut. praying that one day he’ll encounter you again. a moment for him to ask for a second chance. he kept his eyes screwed shut. remembering the moments you had together. good and bad.