John Constantine x reader

the holiday

When you suggested to go on a well deserved holiday, never in a million years did John think you'd want to go camping.

You was the kind of girl who liked a hot bath, champagne and couldn't live with out your hair straighteners. Yet here you was fighting with a tent.

" John just read the fucking instructions" you begged, massaging your temples with your fingers. It had been over thirty minutes since you started, put up the 15 minute tent.

"Down worry lass I think I got it this time" he smiled walking backwards to admire his handy work. The tent was up finally! "See! I'm a natural at the camping shite" he smirked.

He was being cocky as usual. You raised a brow as you watched the tent collapse back into a pile of fabric and poles. "Bollocks" he cursed as you giggled. "Maybe I should of booked that cruise to Aruba" you thought out loud.

If looks could kill, you'd be six foot under with the glare John as giving you. This was definitely hell to him, and he had been there personally.

He gave a sigh and rolled up the sleeves on his white shirt. " You win luv, give me the fucking thing" John grumbled holding his hand out. You slapped the instructions in his hand with a satisfying smack.

John was never one to do things by the book, which was why you found this whole situation even more funny. You could see in his eyes he wanted to rebel against the clearly marked instructions.

Another hour later and your home for the weekend was finally complete. You wrapped your arms around John's waist, resting your head on his shoulder. "Not bad Johnny boy" you complimented.

Placing a kiss on his jaw line then his cheek. He gave a small smile. He was hating every moment of his but he knew it was making you happy, and that was all he ever wanted to do.

See that beautiful smile and hear that infections laugh.

"Right air bed next!" You announced walking away and pulling it out from the trunk of your car. "Hope thoes cured lungs of your are up to the challenge!" You tried your best to contain the giggles at the sight of John.

His face dropped, he looked mortified. You wanted him to inflate double air bed using only his lungs.

Little did he know you was messing with him the whole time, if only he'd looked behind him and saw the wooden cabin in the middle of the woods.