Angela Visits John
Title: Angela Visits John
Author: uttrminayme
Summary: Angela visits John, and sees something she wishes she hadn't.
AN: Yes. I have actually written somehting, and posted it here. It has been forever, and this sucks. But I got an idea for chastine, which is something that rarely happens anymore, and just had to use it. Its not as great as I'd have liked it to be, but its better than anything I've thought of in the past two months. I think its a bit crack!ficy.
Angela Visits John
When Angela knocked on the door to John's apartment, and it creaked inward a little bit, she knew something was wrong.
Usually when she knocked, the door was locked. John had at least five locks on that door, if you could call them locks; they were more like bolts than anything else. So usually, the door was bolted.
But today it wasn't. In fact, when the door had opened by itself she had one crazy thought that John was dead, and the culprit had left the door open deliberately, so some innocent person could find him.
Angela hoped to God that this wasn't true.
She slowly pushed the door open more, looking around. Her cop instincts kicked in, and she carefully took a step inside. She almost screamed when her foot met something squishy and soft. She uttered a thin squeaking noise instead, and looked down.
It was an article of clothing.
Deep blue, and seemingly plain, it lay there, as if someone had carelessly dropped it to the floor.
Oh my God, she thought. John is most likely dead, and most likely naked! Even as she thought this, she knew it sounded stupid and unlikely, since this shirt didn't even remotely resemble something that Constantine would wear.
Kicking it aside, she took another step in. The door opened wider, and then she spotted the next thing. This one was thoroughly confusing.
It was a pair of jeans. John doesn't wear jeans! And then another thought hit her: what if Chas had been here when it happened, and they had gotten him, too?
And this time, Angela rushed into the room, and looked around. She was utterly confused, and scared.
There were pieces of clothing everywhere: on the floor, on the couch, on the table. There was even a belt hanging from one of Johns light fixtures.
Angela shook her head. How did this happen?
A sudden wave of panic swept up over her, and she ran towards the back of the apartment, towards the bedroom. Maybe he's asleep, she thought.
A lot of maybes flew through her head in the time it took to get to Johns bedroom, and when she reached the dark brown door, and flung it open she had only one thought on her mind: Save John Constantine.
"John, don't worry! I'm here!" She yelled. At least, that's what she had planned on yelling.
Instead, it came out more of a: "John, doo-OHMYGOD! I'm sorry!"
Angela slammed the door as she backed out of the room. Her face was red, her eyes wide, her hands clenched together.
Yes, John was naked alright. And so was Chas. But they weren't dead.
"Fuck," John muttered against Chas' throat. Chas was still impaled on John's hard cock, but he was glaring now at the man.
"I forgot about Angela's visit today."
End.
Yes. It sucks. When I originally had this idea, it sounded so good. Its been forever since I've actually written anything, that when I finally had an idea, I had to use it.
-_-;
Author: uttrminayme
Summary: Angela visits John, and sees something she wishes she hadn't.
AN: Yes. I have actually written somehting, and posted it here. It has been forever, and this sucks. But I got an idea for chastine, which is something that rarely happens anymore, and just had to use it. Its not as great as I'd have liked it to be, but its better than anything I've thought of in the past two months. I think its a bit crack!ficy.
Angela Visits John
When Angela knocked on the door to John's apartment, and it creaked inward a little bit, she knew something was wrong.
Usually when she knocked, the door was locked. John had at least five locks on that door, if you could call them locks; they were more like bolts than anything else. So usually, the door was bolted.
But today it wasn't. In fact, when the door had opened by itself she had one crazy thought that John was dead, and the culprit had left the door open deliberately, so some innocent person could find him.
Angela hoped to God that this wasn't true.
She slowly pushed the door open more, looking around. Her cop instincts kicked in, and she carefully took a step inside. She almost screamed when her foot met something squishy and soft. She uttered a thin squeaking noise instead, and looked down.
It was an article of clothing.
Deep blue, and seemingly plain, it lay there, as if someone had carelessly dropped it to the floor.
Oh my God, she thought. John is most likely dead, and most likely naked! Even as she thought this, she knew it sounded stupid and unlikely, since this shirt didn't even remotely resemble something that Constantine would wear.
Kicking it aside, she took another step in. The door opened wider, and then she spotted the next thing. This one was thoroughly confusing.
It was a pair of jeans. John doesn't wear jeans! And then another thought hit her: what if Chas had been here when it happened, and they had gotten him, too?
And this time, Angela rushed into the room, and looked around. She was utterly confused, and scared.
There were pieces of clothing everywhere: on the floor, on the couch, on the table. There was even a belt hanging from one of Johns light fixtures.
Angela shook her head. How did this happen?
A sudden wave of panic swept up over her, and she ran towards the back of the apartment, towards the bedroom. Maybe he's asleep, she thought.
A lot of maybes flew through her head in the time it took to get to Johns bedroom, and when she reached the dark brown door, and flung it open she had only one thought on her mind: Save John Constantine.
"John, don't worry! I'm here!" She yelled. At least, that's what she had planned on yelling.
Instead, it came out more of a: "John, doo-OHMYGOD! I'm sorry!"
Angela slammed the door as she backed out of the room. Her face was red, her eyes wide, her hands clenched together.
Yes, John was naked alright. And so was Chas. But they weren't dead.
"Fuck," John muttered against Chas' throat. Chas was still impaled on John's hard cock, but he was glaring now at the man.
"I forgot about Angela's visit today."
End.
Yes. It sucks. When I originally had this idea, it sounded so good. Its been forever since I've actually written anything, that when I finally had an idea, I had to use it.
-_-;