John Constantine x reader

Meet the parents

Stress was not the word, you had let slip that you was going to be spending a few days in your home town for work. Of course your parent's used this against you, virtually black mailing you in to coming for dinner. I mean going back home for dinner isn't a bad thing right? Well there was a slight catch, they wanted you to bring John with you.

Yes the John Constantine, exorcist, demonologist etc etc.. your boss and best friend. You got roped into helping him years ago and you never left his side "And no bloody swearing in front of my mother" you threatened as you straighten his tie, still dressed in his usual attire. You both sat in your Car on the drive way. Trying to make sure John isn't going to be his usual self. "Christ so I can't smoke, mention I'm an exorcist, try and touch your arse or swear? Your asking a bit much luv" he commented as he took a drag of his fifth cigarette since leaving the hotel which was ten minutes away.

You sighed "I'm sorry John I know, it's just they think I'm bring a boy home" you confessed unable to keep eye contact. You had feelings for John but you never said anything, too afraid to damage your friendship or rejection. "Oh fucking hell (y/n), I'm not playing boyfriend" interjected John, stubbing out his cigarette in the ash tray you glued to the dash board. This made you feel even more guilty about sort of lying to everyone.

Quickly you grabbed hold of his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze "I'm not asking you to. They got the wrong end of the stick thats all! We're just colleagues who travel the world together, sleep in the same bed and seen each other naked far too many times" you explained with a slight smile at the latter, you can't deny it wasn't completely an accident. "And I'd pay to see it again, you've got a nice rack on ya lass!" John confirmed placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, lingering close to your face a little too long.

You couldn't help bust smile and fight the blush from forming on your cheeks. John exited the car, once again loosening his tie you kept tightening to try and make him look presentable. You followed his lead catching up to him on the porch "And that's why my parents think we're dating, it's just dinner then I promise I'll find you the finest fags a convenient shop sells" you proposed making the biggest puppy eyes you could.

John could never say no to you not matter how hard he tried, you was the only woman he would die for, willingly. " Chuck in a bottle of booze and I'm in" he bartered giving to a cheeky wink, you rolled your eyes before accepting "Fine just please don't piss them off"

You nervously pressed the door bell, the faint sound of the music playing behind the door. Out of pure nerves you grabbed johns hand holding it tightly. Your dad came to the door hearing his best shirt and dress trousers, they seriously thought John was your boyfriend, pulling out all the stops to welcome him in. "Fucking hell, he's real" your dad cursed, his jaw dropped at the sight of you bring a real man home. "Of course he is daddy!" You giggled pulling your dad into a tight hug.

He let go of you and shook johns hand "it's nice to finally meet you Mr (y/l/n)" he smiled, your eyes went wide. You couldn't believe how well behaved John was being and couldn't help but wonder how long it was going to last. "Best take a seat your mothers been cooking most of the day" your dad urged as he lead you both to the dining room.

John held you back by your wrist, pulling you close to him as he whispered "So he can swear and I can't?", you had to quickly stop yourself from laughing before he continued "And how can I get you to call me daddy?". Once again the blush wanted to rush to your cheeks, you slapped him hard in the chest, slightly knocking the wind out of him. You turned to him smirking "In your dreams"

Your dad wasn't kidding, your mum had been very busy in the kitchen. The evening had gone smoothly, John was a man of his word sticking to your ground rules, your parents weren't being well typical parents well that was until your mum got involved. "So when is there going to be wedding bells and the sound of tiny feet?" She asked smiling so innocently, you tried not to spit the mouth full of water you had.

Instead you started choking on in, coughing loudly trying to make a sound "mother!" You shouted in-between coughing "look john isn't my.."you began to explain but he cut you off " bit early for all that ain't it? I mean haven't had to guts to actually as your beautiful daughter to be me girl yet". You quickly stood up pulling John with you into the kitchen

You closed the door behind you but you was sure your mum would be right outside listening. "What happened to not playing boyfriend?" You asked with one brow raised and your arms fold across your chest. "I'm not playing lass, I'm being serious"  he smiled, wait John smiled. Jesus Christ what was going on tonight? "I always feared you'd say no or I'd fuck up some how and loose me best mate" he began holding you close to him.

wrapping his arms around your waist "oh fuck it (y/n) will you be me girlfriend?" He asked looking down at you, you let the blush rise, your cheeks almost burning. "Yes John I will" you accepted pulling his face towards you for a sweet kiss " Barry I need a new dress! We're going to be having a wedding!" Your mum shouted behind the closed door. Both you and John burst out laughing, sealing your love with another kiss