Gang Signs And Lullabies [ Johnny x Reader ] [ Sing ]

Chapter 4

(( this chapter is really short and hella rushed IM SORRY also Johnny will play a bigger part from now on dont worry)

Johnny sat, waiting. You slept the whole night away right through till the afternoon. You were currently in Johnnys bed, still unconscious. He sat on the desk, twiddling his thumbs. He didnt want to look away from you just in case you woke up but he didnt want to seem weird for watching you either. So, when you began to stir he bolted up and made a cup of tea, waiting outside his bedroom door.
You awoke to the fresh, sweet smell of lemon grass. Slowly, you fluttered your delicate eyelids open, quivering from the sudden intake of light. Unaware of your surroundings, you pushed yourself up on your back and rubbed your face.
"Hello?" You cried as you lay back down into the bed. You felt like shit and probably looked it too. The door opened and appeared Johnny.
"Afternoon, (y/n)." Johnny chimed happily, beaming at you. He walked over and knelt beside you.
"I dunno if you like British tea, bu' i made some anyway." He passed you the mug and you took it happily.
You took a long sip and immediately smiled, a feeling of nostalgia rising up your spine, making you smile, bringing you back to England.
'Fuck this accent' you thought, opening your eyes and hugging Johnny.

"Thank you."

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Johnny chucked him down the stairs and into the smoking room.

"Shes British! Shes only fuckin' British, Dad!" Johnny exclaimed, almost proud.
"Wot? How d'you know?" Big Daddy put his cards on the table, eyebrows knitted tightly.
Impatient, Johnny slammed his feet down groaning.
"She just bloody spoke to me, dad!" He said in a condescending voice, like his father was already meant to know.
Big Daddy looked at Johnny for another few seconds before picking his cards back up and continued playing his game.
"Ill talk to 'er at dinner, ennit."
Johnny stormed off, not thinking properly. He thought his dad wanted to know where she came from.
"Im going out to rehearsals!" Johnny shouted, picking up his skateboard and leaving, slamming the door behind him.
"That boy..." Big Daddy mumbled, shaking his head.
"'Es so bloody sensitive."
The men finished their game before they all shook hands and departed for a few hours to do their things. Big Daddy stayed in the house. He decided he would work out for a while considering (y/n) wasnt coming down yet. So, he changed into his gym gear - a loose pair of grey joggers with a thin, tight fitted white vest and your every day Nike trainers.
He put on a song to help motivate him while working out

He worked out for about an hour before hearing strange banging sounds from upstairs. So, he wrapped his towel around his neck and ran upstairs to find the sound.
(Y/n) had spilt the tea on herself and got undressed but forgot she wasnt at home, realising she had no clothes.
Big Daddy came into Johnnys room to find her wrapped in a towel.
They both stood, staring.
It was awkward.
Very.
Awkward.
Big Daddy broke the silence, scratching the nape of his neck.
"Ill uh, get you a shirt, yeh?" Big Daddy walked out of the room and stood for a second.
He hadnt seen a woman showing that much skin since his wife died.
He turned red at the thought, but felt a cloud of gloom float above him. He went and got the shirt and a pair of boxer shorts from when Johnny had a growth spurt. (Y/n) took them and nodded for Big Daddy to get out of the room while she got changed.

After she was changed, she stepped outside. Big Daddy smiled and began to walk toward the stairs to the attic.
"Follow me, bab."
And you did.
He opened the door and stepped inside, holding it open for you. You held it open to see just another, smaller, warehouse floor.
"I was gonna turn this into a weed farm," Big Daddy teased
"But now youre 'ere, i might section it up and tha', turn it into your room? Maybe your own li'l house?" He smiled down at you. You looked up at him and nodded, knowing you couldnt say no.
"Johnny will 'elp you decorate, 'es dead good at decoratin' and that." He put a hand on his hip, proud. He sighed, knowing how shitty he treated his son in the past.
"Anyway, i better get the food in." He took one last look at the attic before walking back downstairs with you in front. Big Daddy went downstairs and ordered a selection of Indian foods for dinner and waited for Johnny to get back. You sat and watched Big Daddy smoke as he spoke about his heists, making you laugh.
And, at 6, Johnny came home. You stood up to greet him and when he saw you he froze up, throat tight. His face flushed red and he struggled to think
"I-i-" Big Daddy laughed.
Johnny glared at his dad and puffed his chest out dramatically
"Ello, luv." Johnny said, less embarrassed now. He knew he shouldnt of called her that, he only called people he truly loved names like that, but he felt the situation was appropriate.
You waved, not wanting to speak.
Johnny raised an eyebrow.
He asked an infinite question.
"So, what brand of tea do you like?" Johnny asked cockily, a smile on his face.
You began to speak French but Johnny stopped you.
"What? I dont understand the French for tea names sorry." Johnny was now in (y/n)s face, forcing her to speak english.
"I..." she looked at Big Daddy, eyes awkward.
"I like Earl Grey."
Big Daddy was shocked.  He jumped up and cheered, throwing his hands up.
"Yes! I cant believe it, youre a Brit! Johnny i fuckin' luv ya, i do." He seemed happy, maybe because there werent many in Catalonia.
"Y-yeh." You mumbled, embarrassed.
"Soz." Johnny smiled sheepishly, shrugging.
You smiled, seeing how happy the two where.
Maybe you were going to be happy here after all.