john looks like he's bellied crawled through a sewer when he shows up in the bathroom doorway. he smells like what you can only describe as cigarettes, rain and death, which isn't exactly the most uncommon thing, but still not very pleasant. his hair is plastered to his face, and his coat, heavier than sin itself, has seen plenty of better days.
your gaze doesn't linger long, content to stay seated in the bathtub, water still borderline hot, with your cheek seated against one knee. you'd gotten in only moments ago, not for any actual reason besides wanting the peace and warmth.
"don't mind me," he says, and your immediate response is to roll your eyes and tell him you weren't, but you don't get the chance. before the words even form, he's stepping over the rim of the tub and sinking down behind you, causing the water to surge. there's something in you that wants to sigh and ask why he feels the need to intrude on your peace, but you always reel back from saying something that could potentially send him back to arms length.
"long day?" you finally ask, swaying a little as he moves, the unpleasant feeling of his wet shirt meeting your back before his forehead drops on your shoulder. you know it can't be an comfort position, but you don't move, not yet.
"a day, sure." the translation being one of the worst, and somehow not nearly as bad as it could've been. "didn't fancy bein' anywhere else," he adds after a minute, hands sliding around your frame under the water to pull you back against him. you sink into the rare moment, relaxing back to his chest with a thoughtful hum.
you don't complain about how the water turns colors you can't actually name - you can rinse off once he peels himself out. you don't question the smell of cheap whiskey or the dried blood flaking from his knuckles, as you've learned if he actually wanted to tell you, he'd eventually do so.
john just sighs, his head going back against the rim of the tub as your own settles at his shoulder. you can feel the way his heart is hammering against your back, and you close your eyes, deciding that if the only thing keeping him together is disrupting your bath and dealing with soaked clothes, you'll let it be.
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For fff could you do ‘I love you, but if you’re gonna destroy yourself like this, I’m not sticking around to watch’ 😘
Did you guys order Constantine angst? Because I've got it
"I love you, but if you're gonna destroy yourself like this, I'm not sticking around to watch."
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She watched him from the kitchen doorway, frowning as he picked up the bottle of liquor and took a swig of it. “You shouldn’t drink so much, John,” she said. “You’re gonna kill your liver.”
“It’s already dead, love,” he muttered, lighting up a cigarette, chancing a look at her. “Someone gettin’ at you?”
She wanted to lie, but honestly, she was tired of lying; shrugging, she admitted, “You.”
“Me?” he blurted, eyes widening. “The hell did I do?”
“The drinking and smoking and the reckless shit you do all the time?” she explained, walking over to the closet door; she pulled out a suitcase and her coat, pulling it on, even as he was rising from the loveseat to stop her.
“Where are you going?” he questioned, trying to keep her from moving and after the third time of her trying to bypass him, he put his hand on the suitcase handle. “Love. Where are you going?”
She glared at him, angry tears in her eyes. “I love you, John Constantine. But if you’re gonna keep destroying yourself like this without the lack of concern for the people who care about you, then I’m not going to bother sticking around to watch.”
“Don’t.”
“Let go of me or I’ll break every bone in your fucking spine.”
“Shite love, c’mon,” John breathed. “Just…just put the suitcase back, please.”
“No. I’m sick of this. I have tried to help you, but I can’t.” she glowered at him, but there was more pity than anger. “I can’t help you become what you’re not.”
She walked past him to the door, only stopping when he asked, “And what am I not?”
Pulling the door open, she sighed, and murmured, “A good man.”
The door slammed shut behind her and John threw the whiskey bottle against it after her.
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Some of these are reintroductions because I’ve finally gone and edited them some more
The Flash
Reintroducing
Name: Natalie Eveleigh
Face Claim: Irina Baeva
Pairing: OC x Barry Allen
Story Title: In the Moment
Summary: Detective Natalie Eveleigh has trained herself to keep moving forward even when life has thrown her some bad apples. The bad apple life has thrown now is the day Natalie decided to take the bus. When STAR Labs realizes she’s one of the bus-metas created by them (and by their newest enemy) and is being hunted down, the Flash offers her his help. In the beginning, Natalie refuses. It’s not until tragedy strikes that she finally agrees to help, if only for justice for her late friend. Barry and the rest of team Flash do everything they can to help Natalie develop her strange powers that Harry has named “Reactive Adaptation”. It’s discouraging for Natalie to see her development progress very slowly in comparison to other newcomer Ralph Dibny. Both are bus metas, both are training together and with Barry, yet Natalie sees herself doing very little to contribute to the team. She doesn’t understand what her powers are nor why someone would want to create them in the first place. From her perspective, they’re pointless. But Natalie has no idea that she’s the uncharted territory that the Thinker can’t properly plan for even after he created her, which leads to some twisted side-plans to get the Thinker where he needs to go. Suddenly, Natalie finds herself in the mix of frame of murders, metahuman hunting, and saving lives including her own all on a clock.
Doctor Who
Reintroducing
Name: Grier Cromwell
Face Claim: Laisha Wilkins
Pairing: OC x 9/10th Doctor
Story Title: Out of Time
Summary: When the TARDIS brings the 9th Doctor and Rose Tyler to the hospital on New Earth, they have no idea what they’re stumbling into. The hospital has a Time Lady for a patient, only they don’t know what a Time Lady and all their “medical help” is poisoning her. By the time the Doctor frees the Time Lady, it’s too late and she regenerates. Once she’s on a new slate, the Time Lady reveals she has no recollection of who she is nor how she ended up in the hospital. The Doctor knows how she got there, but it doesn’t make sense. Cracks don’t just appear in the middle of air and they definitely don’t throw up a Time Lady nor suck any people in. But with time, the Time Lady identifies herself as Grier and reveals that she did indeed fall out of a crack. It’s very hard for Grier to remember until she gets to where she needed to go: Satellite 5. The Bad Wolf knows all and grants Grier the ability to remember everything. A Time Lady from another world, desperate to get back to her world, must do anything she can to get back home where a war is raging upon her people all led by a once best friend. Grier never knew that in constructing ways to get home meant that she would have to leave behind the new friends she made in a new world, a love she forged. The only possible plan she can make is to revel in a first time love knowing that it will end when she makes it back home -- the very thing she once claimed was insane. The clock is running, time is ending, Grier will have to go home. And when she does, it falls upon Rose Tyler to deliver a fateful, tearful message to the Doctor. “The stars are running out, and the Bad Wolf has gone missing.” What happens then?
(now really introducing)
The Flash
Name: Camila “Mila” Montoya
Face Claim: Esmeralda Pimentel
Pairing: OC x Barry Allen
Story Title: The Sound of You
Summary: As the breaches to Earth 2 are ripped open by Zoom, Jay Garrick comes through to help team Flash. One of his warnings is about an old neighborhood friend of Barry’s and Iris’ that neither of them have spoken to in years. College student Mila Montoya is allegedly one of the targets Earth 2 Poison Ivy is hunting on the orders of Zoom himself. Trying to keep her safe is difficult when Mila refuses to be around Barry and Iris, more so the former than the latter. Neither have any idea why Mila is cold with them until she reveals an event that both Barry and Iris had, admittedly, forgotten about. Even when they apologize to Mila, it’s hard for her to warm up to the team when she has a couple secrets she would rather stay secrets. Barry does his best to ease into Mila’s good graces, make her feel comfortable around them but she always seems to be on edge whenever he’s around. She’s got a good ear to know when he’s close and it’s frankly irking to Barry. He’s just trying to keep her safe and she’s doing everything she can to make his life harder. In turn, Mila’s got her degree to finish, her job to handle, and on top of that she’s being watched like a dog while she’s suffocating with her own feelings.
Legends of Tomorrow
Name: Evra Delaney
Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman
Pairing: OFC x Constantine
Story Title: TBD
Summary: At least once a day, Evra Delaney always saw the news reporting that another metahuman had been caught by Flash and the rest of his team. She was terrified the day that the Flash caught a metahuman who had similar powers to hers. She could easily be mistaken for another Rainbow raider and be thrown in jail. So, she kept her powers a secret for as long as she could, fully intending on becoming just another regular citizen of Central City...until Rip Hunter showed up. Swearing that she would be a Legend in the future — adored with her powers — Evra decided to take a leap of faith and joined the Waverider with a band of misfits and criminals. Years after that, she's a Legend and an occasional ally of STAR Labs back at home. She feels like she's basically doing it all — time traveling, making friends, possible flings here and there — until she (and the rest of the Legends) get a direct call from John Constantine ordering them to clean up their mess of magical creatures they've allegedly helped release into the world. Being known as Iridescent to the world typically comes with the idea of someone bright and cheery, and Evra likes to be. The Legends and the Waverider is the perfect atmosphere for those things. She and Constantine have very different outlooks on life and it becomes the source of many stand-offs.
Temporary only because I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep this up. I wanted to see if this would make me fall back in love with writing, but we shall see. I’ll try reblogging some prompt lists at some point.
Types of imagines have changed, they’re under the cut now.
Fandoms:
A Discovery of Witches (TV Series and Books, please specify)
Batman
Batwoman
Being Human (UK)
Constantine
Detroit: Become Human
Grishaverse (Books and TV Series, please specify)
Harry Potter (Any era; films and books, please specify)
Kingsman
Legends of Tomorrow
The Librarians
Little Hope
Lucifer (TV Series)
MacGyver
Man of Medan
The Maze Runner (films and books, please specify)
Misfits
The Musketeers (TV Series)
The Order
Peaky Blinders
Pennyworth
Shadowhunters (TV Series, film and books, please specify)
Sherlock (TV Series)
Teen Wolf
Titans (Nothing from the new series, please)
Until Dawn
Imagine Types:
Most imagines will be written in the second person with a gender neutral reader unless something else is explicitly requested, or I feel a different writing style will work better.
One Shots: They’ll always be written in the first person. I will try to make them more than 1000 words (less than 3000) and involve the situation that you want to see; if I cannot get the word count up, I’ll tag it as a drabble. You can give as much or as little detail as you want and I will try my best to stick as closely to it as possible.
Prompts: Give me a sentence, word or song along with a character and I’ll write something based on that - less than 500 words each.
Drabbles: These are like prompts but off an idea rather than a specific. They will be between 500 and 1000 words.
Headcanons: Send in something that you want me to think about and I’ll write down my initial thoughts about the situation - a few bullet points probably and as close to canon as I can get them.
Preferences: Send me the fandom you want them about - and if there’s any specific characters you want me to include otherwise I’ll pick a few that I thought about - and I’ll write a few sentences about what I think would happen in relation to the given preference.
Near Misses: Send me the character you want for this and I’ll write a little instance of them watching each other but never catching the other‘s eye. If they’ve already been done you can request another one; they’re like prompts so less than 500 words.
Requirements:
I don’t write smut.
I’ll try to write some triggering material as I know that reading things can sometimes help people; it will all be tagged as ‘Trigger Warning,’ with one that has the warning after colons as well, and I’ll put a header that alerts people to the triggers.
I won’t write romantic things with a known huge age gap.
I reserve the right not to write for a request if it makes me uncomfortable, if I have no inspiration or if it goes against any of my requirements. I will always try to message the person - or let them know - if there’s a reason I can’t fulfil a request.
“It’s been a minute,” you told the man in your doorway, crossing your arms as you waited for him to speak.
“Just a few,” he said nostalgically, eyes flicking over you, “you look good love,” he commented.
“And you look like crap,” you replied, earning a classic John Constantine smirk as you took in his more disheveled than usual appearance. “what do you want John?”
“I need your help,” he admitted, and knowing him and his charming arrogance, it must have been pretty bad to actually have to ask.
“This ought to be good,” you said, gesturing for him to come in.
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I have a hyperfixation on John Constantine and a wild imagination so here we GO
A/N I just assumed John can use spells to travel to different dimensions in this YEEHAW
It started when John was 'called' to Earth-38 by a certain presence, or energy, that he decided could belong to none other than one of the most powerful demons in hell. Sounds cliche, but aren't all evil things? He decided he he was gonna travel to Earth-38 to send it back to hell instead of summoning it to Earth-1. He thought it would be easier. It wasn't. The demon had possessed the hero of National City, the one and only Supergirl. No restraints could hold her for an exorcism, and no one could even stop her rampage to begin with. And to top it, no one trusted John. Then he met Brainy. The first thing he said when he met Brainy was "bloody hell, you're blue." After that, Brainy turned his image inducer back on and all was ok in that area.
Brainy believed everything John said, and understood it all too. 12th level intellect after all. He managed to convince the others and the DEO to use kryptonite to hold Kara down long enough for John to cast the demon out.
Miraculously, their plan worked. John was left a tad confused by this whole alien thing. The problem was, his spell to return to Earth-1 wouldn't work because of the different vibrations of the Earths corrupting the energies of the spell. While he restructured his spell to allow for the interference, John had to stay an extra night. Oh well. He and Alex got along quite well, and he could get answers to almost anything from the half-robot-half-alien called Brainy. Fun, eh? "Chas would love this." He thought.
He managed to make the spell work after more than 60 different tries, and returned home promptly. Only 3 nights away from his Earth, can't hurt right?
One of his fondest memories of Earth-38 was meeting Brainy for the first time. The conversation went like this:
Brainy: *walks in* *hears what John is saying about the demon*
Brainy: he's telling the truth. Supergirl is possessed.
John: no worries mate it's not my first time meeting someone blue.
Brainy: *confused*
John: I'm a warlock and an exorcist.
Brainy: I see.
Alex: need I remind you that supergirl is possessed!
John: *lights cigarette*
Anyways, John returns to Earth-1, with a few more still-alive friends to ask favours of in the future. It reminds him of when he met Batman and his flock of Robins, but that's a story for another day (spoiler alert: Tim is fascinated; Jason smokes too.).
“You ready for this?” he asked them.
Y/N shook their head. “Not really. But that kid’s life is depending on us. Let’s do this.”
requested by anon
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Prompted by anon: The reader has the ability to go in a realm of dreams and memories, they made a promise to not go into John’s memories/dreams but they accidentally broke the promise?
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The day you met John you found one simple phrase within your mind: “Do not cross the line.”
And even though you didn’t know that man yet, even though you were about to collapse when hands carefully grabbed you, you knew that some ground rules were established. And the most important one was not to read his mind. You also were unaware of what future was holding, but as time passed by, your curiosity started to show itself: you tried to spend more time with John, talking small talk, which sometimes became more serious quite quickly and before any regrets could turn up, he would close the conversation with some joke and a grin.
But every story has its beginning and its end. Yours started with some voices invading your head.
People's thoughts reminded you of a swamp. Black and rotten, it creeps its way into your mind, filling your head with darkness, unsteadiness and cold. Getting up every morning is a pain itself as you can hardly open up your eyes and make yourself go anywhere. Your everyday world is gradually graying until it is completely dark and filled with people’s pathetic faces and sticky dirty thoughts.
But sometimes and only sometimes like on that faithful day, you didn’t hear people, as if their existence has been erased for a moment, giving you some time to regain your own mind.
As a newly woken up telepath, you have been lost in this world, walking around the city aimlessly when the first returned wave of other people’ thoughts rushed into your mind, sending you fly straight into someone’s back out of surprise and pain you found yourself in. Your eyes slid lazily over the faces of passers-by, whose voices continued to buzz in your head and the only desire you have been holding was to move towards the nearest wall, collide there, grabbing your head with your hands and cry softly.
The man who you so ungracefully pushed ahead was about to open his mouth and tell you off when he noticed the state you’ve been in. The running down blood from your nose and the eyes that was about to close.
“Are you okay, luv? Wake up?” You suddenly heard the sound of a low man’s voice. The one that was coming from outside of your head, not from inside. “What happened to you?”
Finally slightly opening your eyes, through the whitish fog you saw an average, 30ish year old man with blond messy hair and unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his grinning lips.
You were about to open your mouth and reply to his questions when suddenly everything became blurry and you found yourself pressed to said man’s chest, surrounded with the scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol.
“Concentrate on my voice, luv,” He whispered, trying to keep you focused on his voice. You didn’t really understand a word he said, but the lullabying mellow timbre of his voice enveloped you once again, shutting off the eternal madness, and sending your mind into blissful silence, that was broken by another phrase of his. “Telepath such as you should have never left her bed without some kind of protection.”
Those were the last words you’ve heard before the darkness took over.
The moment you woke up was painful if not to say deadly threatening your life. Every muscle, every little part of your body was hurting like there was no tomorrow and you were pretty sure you were lying on a thin mattress in unfamiliar bed.
As if someone turned on the light within you, you started from the bed, ready to run and hide if the need arise, before you felt smooth hands on your shoulder blades, gently putting you back onto the bed.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, luv” said gentle husky whisper of a man as you could assume, due to lack of ability to see. Everything you’ve felt and saw was foggy, as if you have been drinking and smoking the previous night, which obviously wasn’t the case.
“Who are you?” You asked in a whisper as if trying not to break the sudden peacefulness you found yourself lying in.
“Name’s John. John Constantine.” He said finally hanging his stubble face over yours. “And I recommend you to stay quiet while I take care of you.” He said, putting a towel with wrapped in it ice on your nose. You didn’t know that, but it has been bleeding for some time already and the least John could do is to stop the bleeding.
“Okay” You whispered, sinking into the approaching dream.
For about a week you’ve been in dizziness and slowly swimming in and out of conciseness, lullabyed by John’s constant attention and care. The whole nights away your temperature has been rising as if something you’ve been looking for your whole life has finally found you.
And one night when you were extremely tired and your mind started playing tricks with you, you found yourself slowly walking into the bluish color of not yours dreams. You’ve been walking deserted streets of places you’ve been unfamiliar with. Saw people you were unfamiliar with. Their bodies have been formless making you think about them being not people but souls.
But unfamiliarity of these things was not what frightened you.
Their darkness did.
You’ve been about to pass the line that divided you from the people, when someone’s hand grabbed yours and pulled you back, sending you into another location - the dimly lighted club, judging by the look of it.
You look around yourself, ready to see people around you, but the only thing you could see is humanlessly looking shadows, spreading around way too quickly to count. Wanting to finally find the source of such nightmare you turned around and almost screamed in horror: The weirdly terrifying creatures looked at you with their faces which have been disfigured, they walked side by side to you, circling you and cutting off the way for you to move, not letting you go.
A couple of too active figures came out of the shadows and finally you saw their insane smiles which only add them more disgusting look. The woman had fresh blood on her nails and body, while the man was simply looking at you.
Somewhere in a distance you could hear child’s cries. You could even bet she was crying for someone to help her.
Dumbfounded you could not move. Fear hampered your whole body. You tried your best to find the solution, but could not come up with any close to good idea. You were ready to feel the coldness of their touch still trying your best to escape their company, when you saw how gently someone’s hand fetched your frozen self away, making you stumble into someone’s chest.
“This is not the place for such young lady, luv.” You heard familiar tone and looked up, meeting somewhat familiar tiredly squinted eyes, with wrinkles around them. “Ghosts are generally good, they are just trying to help their relatives or their loved ones. In afterworld people usually understand their wrongs and they want to pay for it. But that’s not true here.” He said in a cold tone, making you shiver.
“What is that?” You wondered, when sudden wave of nausea and someone else’s guil washed you over, making you bend down in false contraction of nausea. “Loneliness. Pain. Desperation. What kind of person is motivated by these things…?” You started, abruptly stopping, realizing that you do not know his name. “Sir..?”
“John. John Constantine. We’ve met before. In reality.” He huskily said, before you interrupted him.
“So much guilt, John Constantine.” You whispered, touching his face and ghosting it over his features. “Too much for any human being.”
You were about to say something else when sudden scream interrupted you and you looked up.
“Did you hear that?!” You started to breaking out of his hands, running towards the sound of crying girl. But as you stepped into the club’s basement, you stopped in your tracks as the picture before you made you gasp in horridness once again.
Much younger version of your new friend has been trying to fight the creature you’ve never met before.
“That’s a demon, luv.” You heard broken voice behind you and saw lit cigarette in the edge of your vision. “The one I let into this world and the one I lost my battle to.”
You wanted to tell him something, but little girl’s screams left you speechless.
Small child’s hand is reached towards the younger John and her screams are definitely for his ears, not anyone else’s.
“I wish I could save her.” Your John’s voice appear, cutting the screams and making everything around you two stop and silence fell over you two. “But I cannot even help myself.” He continued, smoking his cigarette and wincing as you looked at him. “Demon has got her. And he has destroyed her body and soul and I am the one to blame, luv.”
“But John,” You whisper, putting your palm on his cheek and moving his face towards yours. “That’s not your fault. Past is the past. You need help now, not her.”
“The truth is, I work best alone.” He said, trying to break free from your gentle grasp.
“Me too.” You retort.
“I always put myself first.” He tries once more, but not so sure anymore.
“That's the only way I've survived.”
“Everyone who puts their trust in me dies.” John whispers, putting his hands on your temples and making you move both of you into the real world.
You gasped, watching the man lighting the cigarette with shaking hands.
“I am way too hard to kill.” You said, sitting up in the bed you found yourself in. “And before you ask me not to go into your dream realms again, which I won’t do, by the way. Remember, that I already saw your past and it didn’t scare me off.”
“Luv…” John started, ready to cut you off, but stopped as soon as he saw your confident look. “Was it not you who almost blacked out because of the souls?” He smirked, wincing as small pillow hit his face.
“The girl has her right on being scared for a second.” You confidently said, smiling gently as you hears his low laugh.
