John Constantine x reader

Things that go bang in the night

It had gone past midnight but John couldn't sleep, instead he was up watching cheesy horror movies sipping on a bottle of whiskey. He didn't know why he couldn't sleep or why his heart was hurting so much. You was just a friend and fellow magus, nothing more, nothing less. So why did it hurt him that you was engaged to another?

For all the scary horror movies he had seen, John was as jumpy as hell. A loud knock coming from the front door, "Jesus fucking Christ" he cursed placing a hand over his racing heart and the other stopping himself falling off the sofa. "John let me in please!" A voice shouted from the other side of the door. If it was anyone else at this time he would have ignored it, but you at his door at gone midnight? Something was wrong

He walked over to the door as quick as he could, pulling it open to see a sight that broke his heart even more. You were soaking wet thought from the rain, he guessed you had walked all the way there. John swiftly pulled you inside locking the door behind you. "I'm sorry it's late John" you apologise, looking down at the floor using your wet (h/c) hair to cover your face "don't be daft lass you know your always welcome here" he smiled

He soon realised you was avoiding eye contact with him and he didn't like it "(Y/n), look at me" he softly commanded placing a hand on your shoulder, you flinched at his touch which wasn't normal. You two had been close friends for many many years. "I'm really tired think I'll just crash on your sofa" you lied just to walk past him without looking at him. He quickly grabbed your wrist pulling you towards him, he took a deep breath moving the hair off of your face. "I'll fucking kill him" he cursed, wiping the thin trail for blood from your cheek.

"No John please" you begged trying to give him a sad smile but the cut on your cheek was making it difficult and the bruise on your eye making it hard to look at him fully."But he hurt you" John explained pulling you into a tight hug, tears pricked your eyes threatening to fall.
"I know but I don't want you getting hurt because of me" you wept, the hot tears now rolling down your cheeks, seeping into your cut.

He sighed burying his face into your shoulder "I've been hurting the day you started dating"he whispered hoping you wouldn't hear him "let's get you cleaned up". John pulled away walking over to the sofa, you joined him sitting down and curling up into a ball for warmth. John draped a blanket over your shoulders and brushed your hair back behind your ear.

He walked over to what he calls a kitchen and came back with a bottle of vodka and a clean shirt of his "Your lucky I like you, wouldn't use me best vodka for anyone else or ripping a shirt "he chuckled pulling the sleeve out to use as a rag. Soaking the pure white fabric with the clear liquid, he gently placed it on your cheek.

Which stung like absolute hell "Fuck me!" You shouted the second the alcohol soaked rag touched your skin, "With pleasure" John mumbled under his breath, reaching to place the bottle down on the table, he then placed that hand on the other side of your face. "What did you mean?" You questioned closing your eyes. You knew he was going to heal you so you didn't protest.

John genuinely didn't know what you was talking about "Your gonna have to be very specific" he murmured trying to concentrate "That you've been hurting since I started dating" you replied showing no emotion, you wanted to be sure what he exactly meant by it. And you was sure you wasn't suppose to of heard it "Oh you know, that I can't protect you from dick heads like him" he lied, the warmth of his magic tingling at your skin.

You could have sworn you felt the cut on your cheek closing up "Your lying" you stated opening an eye to see him squirm. "You've spent too long with lucifer" he commented trying to change the subject just he did a crap job of it, you were persistent when you wanted to be. "No John I'm a magus and I'm not stupid" you deadpanned, he wasn't going to con his way out of this one, "Right all healed, get some rest" he said quickly as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

Walking away to his room as fast as he could with out looking like a weirdo, "I love you (y/n)" he muttered to himself, feeling a slight relief he had finally accepted is feelings towards you. "I love you to, you massive prick!" You shouted back from the sofa, causing John to laugh at your comment. Yeah he was a prick but he was your prick