🎸Band Imagines [Requests On Hold]🤟🏻(Fluff, Smut, Etc.)

🍋Love,Lust and Hate- Johnny Rotten x Reader

Summary: Reader rented a cabin near the woods so her friends,the boys from the Sex Pistols can record a couple of songs. A heavy snow storm happens to fall and the only one who got on time was John, neither of them have gotten along but after a small talk things quickly escalate.

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 The clock continued to slowly tick, seconds turning into minutes, the fireplace light cracked every now and then when I would put in more pieces of wood. I sighed beginning to get irritated when no one has showed up yet.

I went over and sat by the window and watched looked outside, the sky was dark grey and the tree branches moved with the string cold air outside.

It's December here in London and a great show storm was approaching. One of my family members own this cabin near the woods, so since the Sex Pistols needed somewhere to record a couple of things I offered them to come. I still live with my parents and was desperate to come and live here on my own, I don't have any kind of privacy to do anything, so I was more than happy to come in and not tell them where I was staying.

All of my bags were thrown by a closet which is close to the bed. The cabin isn't big but neither small, maybe four people could live here, it seems like this types of cabins people see in movies, nicely decorated but with old vintage furniture.

The living room is of decent size and just a few steps to the left is the small kitchen alongside with the only bedroom in the cabin and a nice bathroom.

"When are these guys gonna arrive?" I can't help but ask myself when it begins to snow.

Even if they don't arrive I'll happily have the place to my own, maybe finish the book I never got the chance to read or do a couple of more things. I smirked to myself, I don't have any time for me since my family is so nosy on everything I do, maybe I can let some of my anger out.

Just when I was about to take a bath I heard a loud knock on the front door. "I'm coming!" I angrily shouted from the other side of the room when the knocking wouldn't stop.

I quickly opened it and quickly moved back when the person behind it pushed it open. "Took you long enough. I was fucking freezing my ass." That voice belonged to John Lydon.

The singer to his band. He always has loud mouth and doesn't care to share what he thinks of everyone, I never met anyone like him.

"What?" I opened the door again and tried searching if Paul or Steve were behind him.

"Fucking close the door will you?"

"Where's the lads?" I ask as I shut the door behind me.

"Sid is high again. Steve has a headache and j couldn't reach Paul." Johnny says and I noticed he was sitting down by the fire, to try and get himself warmed up.

I frowned at the first thing he said. Sid is a old friend of mine and it clearly upsets John that he's been getting high lately or really passed out. "You know, I was just going to put on a hot bath-"

"There's no time for that, you know how to play guitar right?"

His icy blue eyes look up to where I'm standing, so I nod my head. "I do, buy you also play it."

"I know, I could play guitars and drums but I'm not a fucking octopus now am I?" He's irritated again. I sigh and begin to second guess myself, this seemed like a terrible plan.

I expected all of us to join in and have a fun, now I'm going to be stuck with the one man I never wanted to be alone with. John wasn't afraid to cuss me out whenever I'd do something "wrong" in his eyes.