John Constantine x reader

Like a record baby

John was expecting a lot more boxes to arrive when he asked you to move in with him, just a suit case and a very large collection of vinyls. He couldn't help him self, raiding your collection to see what you had. Pulling them out the box one by one, Fleetwood Mac, queen, Duran Duran. Not his taste but he couldn't deny that he was impressed by it.

He carried on until one caught his eye "Jesus lass, where did you get this from?" He asked holding up the album for you to see, you glanced up and instantly smiled. "Oh that was my dads, he was a right super fan" you explained as you joined him on the sofa "my dad took me to one of there last gigs back in 79" placing his glass of whisky on the coffee table.

You crossed your legs and took a sip of the glass of red in your hand. "Fuck off! Your not old enough" John exclaimed, it was a running joke between the two of you, seen as John was well in his sixties and not the only one with demon blood running through there veins. "Oh but I am, I remember that day like it was yesterday" you reminisced, the fun night you had with your father. Singing along and jumping up and down In a room packed with fans just like yourselves. "Good gig huh?" He raised a brow, how hadn't you realised?

Yes it had been a few long years but had he really changed so much  "I stood outside in the rain with my dad waiting for the band, I was fucking freezing" you remembered laughing at the memory. wearing your band T-shirt you had cut into a crop and ripped skinny jeans, the many safety pins attached you did wonder how you didn't get stabbed by one.

You took another sip of the ruby liquid in your glass "Worth the wait tho, got that album signed and the lead singer gave me his t shirt, slightly sweaty but worth it" you smiled motioning him to pull the record out. John gently pulled the record out, the band members signatures all over the centre sticker in a bright green marker pen. The memory instantly hit John, he remembered this beautiful young woman took in the rain shivering.

"Wait that was you?" He asked looking at you in shock, now you was confused "What was me?" You questioned placing your glass down, "The young lass I gave me shirt to" he explained with a smirk, he watched your smile turn into complete shock as you digested what he had just said. "No fucking way" you blurted out, eyes going wide. No way was you dating the lead singer from your favourite band, and didn't even realise!

John just sat laughing at your expression "why the hell didn't my dad say something!" You shouted standing up, you started pacing up and down the room completely freaking out. The John Constantine from mucous membrane was your boyfriend. "It's nice someone remembers us" John commented completely ignoring your freaking out and slight hyperventilating.

He picked up his glass, drinking the amber liquid in one fluid motion, "hey luv, was I your childhood crush?" John asked watching you walk from one end of the room to the other muttering to yourself. "You have no idea, had your poster on my wall" you added to your muttering. "Not many women can say they have shagged there crush" he smirked just wanting to see you freak out just a little bit more.

You picked up a cushion and pelted it at his head "will you pack it in!" You shouted, dropping back into your spot you vacated moments ago. "Sunk in yet?" He chuckled finding your reaction priceless "just about" you commented "I need another drink" you went back to the kitchen without your glass, returning with the whole bottle. Your head was going to hurt in the morning