John Constantine x reader

Im not in love

Saturday night was poker night, John sat on the beat up black sofa. Cigarette hanging from his mouth as his stared intensely at the three cards in his hand, a total of twelve. Chas on the other hand sat on the floor with his head in his hand. "For Christ sake John, it's a game of black Jack not brain surgery" he joked hoping to make his friend hurry up on decided what to do, sick or hit. "Shut up, there's a box of me best silk cuts at stake here" John sassed back deep in concentration, repeatedly shuffling the cards around like that was going to help him get to twenty one easier.

He took the gamble and pick up another card, a ten. "Bollocks!" John shouted placing his cards on the table, bust. Chas couldn't help but laugh "When are you going to admit it?" Chas questioned as he stuffed his winnings into his pockets before John tried to talk himself out of loosing. "Admit what exactly?" John asked back as he shuffled the cards for the next game, placing them down on the table and picking up his glass of whisky. Taking a sip of the dark brown liquid as Chas stated the obvious "Your in love with (y/n)", John couldn't stop himself choking on small sip he had taken seconds before. And chas being the supportive friend that he is just laughed as he saw a red huge creep across his friends face.

Possibly from the choking or the embarrassment  "I'm not in love chas" John affirmed with one final cough, "Bollocks why do you have a picture of the two of you on the wall?" He quizzed polishing off his can of beer and quickly cracking open another. "It hides a nasty stain that's lying there" John monotoned not wanting to have this conversation right now, he wanted to get pissed and win at least one card game tonight with out having to cheat. That's the main reason why they have poker night at the warehouse, John was banned from most Casinos around the world.

Chas just stared at him with a 'seriously?' Expression on his face, he wasn't his best friend for nothing and he also wasn't stupid. The way John smiled when you was around or the fact he would always talk about you. Oh and don't forget the occasional slip ups of calling you his missus. "And when she goes away you constantly call her" Chas carried on listing the obvious reasons why John was in love. "don't make a fuss chas" John almost growled getting tired of having to explain his actions, so what he cared for some one, doesn't mean he loves them right?

Chas sighed as he started to deal the cards once more "stop being a colossal twat and just fucking tell her" he demanded in a friendly way if that is even possible. Some times John needed a hard kick up the arse to actually do something. "Don't you have a thing you call a wife to get home to" Smirked John as he looked at his watch, it had gone past ten o'clock which wasn't a good thing "Oh fuck Renee will kill me if I'm late" Chas blurted out as he grabbed his coat and made his way to the door, "More like have your balls for earrings!" John shouted after him, getting the V sign as a reply once at the warehouse door closed.

John ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, was he really in love or just a phase he was going through? He wasn't quite sure, all he was hoping was that you hadn't heard any of there conversation. Music was quietly playing in the background which probably meant you didn't hear a word. John knew when you was stressed, the strong smell of lavenders coming from your room and the sound of records playing. As he reached your door it was slightly cracked open.

He heard you place down the needle and a song gently starting to play. Oh any song but that luv, he thought to him self. I'm not in love by 10cc of course your favourite song. John sighed walking in to you room, you just smiled softly at him holding out your hand. He gladly took it trying not to let the blood rush down anywhere. He did wonder why he had a shirt less, of course you'd stolen it. Wearing nothing but his shirt and black lace underwear, you pulled him in close resting your head on his chest. John held onto your hand and placed his other on your waist. Gently swaying to the music.

You couldn't resist the urge any longer, singing along to the song. John raised an eyebrow, he had never heard you sing before and honestly he would like it if you did more often. "Wish I could sing with you luv" he whispered in you ear, confused as ever. You knew John could sing, well sort of. You often get a rendition of some sort of punk song, well at least you think that's what it's suppose to be. For all you knew it could have been John being strangled or a cat. You let out a soft "hmm?" Too comfy snuggled in his chest to talk, "because it's not true" he explained, keeping his eyes on the wall, not daring to look at you. Why can he never just spit it out you thought to yourself "I am in love" he confessed, pulling you even closer to him. Oh if only chas could of heard him say it, it would be like Christmas and his birthday rolled into one.