#john frusciante imagines

[so-much-for-stardust6]

so-much-for-stardust6’s masterlist! 🫶

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hey guys! i’ve finally made a masterlist so it’s easier to find my stuff!!

feel free to request anything and i’ll try my best to write it! but as of right now i’ll be taking a break from writing 🙏

here’s my about me as well!!

the ☆ symbol means it is smut!! so bare with me as almost everything is 😭

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limp bizkit imagines:

Brother’s Best Friend- Wes Borland ☆

Janitor’s Closet- Wes Borland ☆

Stress Reliever- Wes Borland ☆

Shower- Wes Borland ☆

Body Paint- Wes Borland ☆

Tour- Wes Borland/Limp Bizkit

One Year- Wes Borland ☆

Recording Booth- Wes Borland ☆

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jackass imagines:

Stunt Aftercare- Bam Margera ☆

Can’t You See?- Ryan Dunn ☆

Breakup- Ryan Dunn

Show It Then- Bam Margera ☆

MTV Music Awards- Jackass Cast

Needed A Release- Johnny Knoxville ☆

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my chemical romance:

Before The Show- Frank Iero ☆

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beastie boys imagines:

Party- Adam Horovitz

House Party Closet- Adam Horovitz ☆

Hair Dye- Adam Yauch ☆

Late Night Confession- Mike Diamond ☆

Vacation- Mike Diamond

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red hot chili peppers imagines:

Best Friends Or Lovers?- John Frusciante ☆

School Bathroom- John Frusciante ☆

Guitar Solo- John Frusciante

Surprise Visit- John Frusciante ☆

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blur imagines:

Halloween Party- Graham Coxon ☆

Stressful Day Off- Graham Coxon ☆

“Embarrassing” Confession- Graham Coxon ☆

Quickie- Damon Albarn ☆

Birthday Festivities- Graham Coxon ☆

You’re My True Love- Damon Albarn

You’re My True Love Pt 2- Damon Albarn

I Still Love You- Graham Coxon

Bathroom Rendezvous- Damon Albarn ☆

I Will Never Forget You- Graham Coxon

Sauna- Damon Albarn ☆

High Sex- Graham Coxon ☆

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fall out boy imagines:

High School Reunion- Patrick Stump ☆

Secret Love- Pete Wentz/Mr. Sandman

Secret Love Pt 2- Pete Wentz/Mr. Sandman

[aishnico]

Can you do something fluffy/smutty with current john frusciante please :)

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦

» summary: you wanted to surprise your husband on his birthday while he’s on tour

» word count: 3.1k

» warnings: fluff to smut [m! receive, unprotected sex, cowgirl, breeding, sub!johnny :)] mdni

» changes in canon event (their vive latino concert is on his birthday)

it was one and a half months since your husband had been gone on tour. he came back in the third week of october and went away again in the end middle of the second week of january. you were cheerful and grateful for that. but the time has come for him to go again.

you would call each other in the daytime, but mostly at night. talking about your days, your work and his tour, places they were visiting in the daytime, their silly little moments...

but you could tell that he'd already missed you like crazy. he was longing for you, so you did. sometimes, he couldn't sleep so you would sing him some country songs. he was cheerful about touring and playing to fans, but he was sad at the same time. he really wanted you by his side, especially on his birthday.

you would tell him that you couldn't even if you wanted. but you were wondering if you work your ass hard would your boss let you go for a couple of days? you did as you thought for the past month to catch her attention, and eventually, she did let you go for a few days.

you then planned a surprise for him in your head. thought about entering on stage in the middle of the tour before they started to sing one of their songs. the guys would support you with words. you smiled to yourself and then called anthony. he was surprised and cheerful at the same time. he told you that he was going to talk with flea and chad.

they all agreed on it and waited for your arrival in mexico. they wanted to greet you at the airport but you thought john was gonna be suspicious, you couldn't let him know this.

and finally, today was his birthday.

you bought him a white, printed baggy shirt which once you together saw but couldn't buy at that moment. but you knew he wanted this.

it was early morning, and you decided to call him. he didn't pick up in first time. you thought he was sleeping so you didn't call back. but after a couple of minutes, he called you back.

"good morning dear!" you cheered and heard his chuckle. "morning, angel."

"i wanted to celebrate your birthday. i hope i'm the first."

"sorry but, the guys rushed into my room in the middle of the night and..." he laughed.

"oh, that is so expected of them," you chuckled and continued.

"i wanted to say how much happy and grateful i am for having you in my life. not only having you in my life, i feel these things for your existence too. not only me, your family, the guys, and the entire world. we all love and appreciate you so much. you're so special and valuable to us. i love you, johnny, so so much you don't even know it. i really want to spend my entire life with you and grow old together. happy birthday!"

"aww, sweetheart! thank you for your sincere words. i feel the same way about you being in my life. i love all of this, doing something i'm so passionate about with the guys i love so much. and of course, i love you too, more than you'll ever know. i wish you were here right now." he cooed.

you smirked to yourself and changed your voice to sad. "yeah, but there's a night we still can spend. we can video call each other, cut a small cake, talk about our future expectations, sing soft songs... i don't think it's gonna be bad."

"everything's bad without you."

"come on john..." you rolled your eyes to yourself.

"alright, alright," you both heard someone else's loud voice from the door. "one second, baby." you then heard him get up from the bed. after a couple of seconds, he came back.

"sorry angel, i've gotta go. the guys wanna go around the city and we'll head to stadium next." he said with a sad voice. "it's okay, go travel around and play some good songs for me, pretty." you smirked.

"... pretty?" you swore he was blushing and smiling. you hummed. "am i lying?" he just chuckled and after that you said goodbye to each other and hung up the phone.

there were about an hour before their show. you and the guys decided to celebrate him after they finish soul to squeeze. you managed to meet with chad and he gave you a backstage pass. you wished each other good luck and he went his way. you called john for one last time, wishing him good luck. you then imagine his face once he sees you on stage.

the show has started. you entered the backstage with a vanilla cake with strawberries on it you bought around the city and started to wait for your turn. you knew he always liked the ones you would bake, but you didn't have a chance to do it here.

after about half an hour, they finished that song. everybody was cheering and clapping. the guys waited for a couple of seconds for them to get quiet.

"alright, how we doin' on there?!" anthony asked the audience cheerily. loud shouting voices came out from there. "alright, everything is so far so good. listen, before we uh- move any forward, we just wanted to remind you that today is very special to us. but you already know that. TODAY IS THE BIRTHDAY OF JOHN MOTHERFUCKING FRUSCIANTE!"

the crowd cheered louder that your ears got hurt a little. john smiled and bowed his head. "come on, let's sing him a birthday song, happy birthday to you..!"

"happy birthday to you!"

then anthony gave you the sign to come out. you got excited and slowly walked towards him with a big smile. john's jaw dropped at the moment he saw you. his face was shocked, confused, and cheerful at the same time. you then stopped before him.

"happy birthday, love." you almost whispered to him. he couldn't say anything, he was still in shock and definitely didn't see it coming.

"but, but i thought... i thought you couldn't come here..." his eyes got teared and tears rolling down his cheeks. you wanted to wipe them away but your hands were busy.

"well, guess i'm lucky for this one." you chuckled and lifted the cake close to him.

"come on, blow them! or else they are going to blow by themselves!" you heard flea's loud voice.

john blew out the candles and pulled you for a sweet kiss, taking your breath away from you. you missed him so much and felt relieved once you connected your lips against each other after weeks. butterflies were in your stomach for sure. lips brushing over each other sweetly. after a couple of seconds, you both pulled out and smiled at each other.

the audience was cheering, whistling and clapping like crazy. the guys also whistled and cheered. they were so happy for him, for both of you. they were happy because john finally found the right person to spend the rest of his life together with. they knew you were the right one.

you then looked at his figure and saw his shirt was smeared by cake. "johnny, look at your shirt!" you pouted at him. he just chuckled in response. "i don't care about the shirt right now." he then gave you a sly smile and you just rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"i'll see you later, old man." you whispered to him and gave him a peck on his lips before walking backstage. you heard him shouting at you "i'm not that old!"

the show has ended and you five sat in a room eating the cake while talking about the silliest things. you laid your head on john's shoulder slightly, not wanting to disturb him eating completely.

after about an hour, you were at their hotel lobby. you said to each other good nights and went to your rooms. you put your suitcase aside. and closed the curtains.

"now go and sit on bed, turn your back against me." you ordered to him and he grimaced. "why's that?" he asked.

"just do what i say~!" you responded. he shrugged and did as you said. you opened your suitcase and took off the bag the shirt you bought him was inside. you then sat behind him. "raise your arms."

"darling..."

you gave him a quick kiss and he gave up while raising his arms. you started to take his shirt and long-sleeved one. he shivered when he felt your chilled hands against his hot skin. you then managed to put this shirt on him. then stood up and told him to look at himself in the mirror. he sighed and did as you told.

he looked at himself with a confused expression for a couple of seconds. the realization hit him once he gasped.

"is that..? is that the shirt we saw together in california while walking through the streets but couldn't even enter the store because we were rushing to..."

you stood behind him. wrapping your arms around his waist and looking at him with a sweet smile. "yes it is, i knew you loved it once you saw it."

"you really have a good eye, and know me inside and out." he chuckled.

"that's because i'm your wife, hun."

he turned his face to you. cupping your cheeks with his calloused hands gently.

"i couldn't think of a better present for this day, sorry. but i'm glad that i have a sharp memory!" you awkwardly smiled.

"are you kidding?! love, i absolutely love it. thank you so much and don't apologize for anything." he got closer to your face. "besides, the best present for today is you being here with me."

he then connected your lips in a tender kiss. his fingers were caressing your cheeks gently while you were tugging your fingers on his fluffy hair, eyes fluttered closed. you swore every time you kissed, he always managed to take breath from your lungs.

you pulled from the kiss and he looked at you with a heartwarming smile. god, he was so cute. he had always been cute and hot at the same time. and now, you only wanted to please him.

you gently pushed him to the bed and climbed to his lap. wrapping your arms around his neck and started to kiss him passionately. he was taken aback at first but accommodated after. it's like both of your hearts were exploding. you bit his lower lip and he moaned at the kiss. you then entered your tongue inside his mouth, tongues then exploring each other.

when you felt breathless you pulled away and looked at his panting face. his cheeks were flushed slightly. you then attacked your lips on his neck. he heavily breathed and gulped, tossing his head back so you could have more access. you were planting small kisses at first, then starting to suck and lick on his sweet spot over and over. you managed to get a groan from him. his eyes were shut, trying to bask in the moment.

you were satisfied when you saw pretty purple hickies appear on his neck. you smiled at him sweetly. "you're so pretty underneath me." you cooed and put his earlobe between your lips, sucking it gently.

"darling please, don't tease me." he whined and you interrupted him by planting a kiss on his lips. "don't worry. tonight, is only and only about you. you'll get what you want. just tell me."

he looked at you, flushed. "want your mouth at my dick." his voice almost sounded like a whisper. you smirked and planted a kiss on him again. "as you wish, love."

your fingers grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tried tugging it over his head. he pulled away for a second and took off his shirt. your hands were trailing on his torso, planting short kisses there and there. after that, you lowered your head in front of his tightened purple pants and tugged them down slowly, stroking him lightly through the thin fabric of his boxers. he tossed his head back, breathing heavily.

you then pulled the elastic band of his boxers down, freeing his erection. the red and swollen tip of it is waiting to be taken care of. you jerked off him a few times and started to give him kitten licks. john inhaled sharply at the sudden warmth and wetness of your tongue.

you lean down and drag your tongue along the length of his dick from the swollen head and down to the base and earned a pretty moan from him.

"s-shit, sweetheart..." he moaned when you finally put your mouth down to the length of his shaft. you hummed, sending vibrations through his body. your head went down until his tip hit the back of your throat. you resisted the urge to gag. "oh fuck, you feel so good around me..."

you bobbed your head up and down faster, hollowing your cheeks. he was almost close, you felt it. so you started to massage his balls.

"fuck! good girl, my good girl... just like that. you're going to make me cum oh..!" he whimpered. your nose is hitting his pubic bone every time you move your head forward and faster, sucking him harder. and after a couple of seconds, he twitched in your mouth and came inside. warm, salty liquid poured through your throat. you swallowed it all and licked around your mouth.

you looked at him. he was panting hard, trying to catch his breath. you climbed his lap again and kissed him shortly but passionately. you pulled away and gave him a sly smile.

"i'm not done with you yet."

you then took off your shirt and tugged down your jeans. you stayed with your silk, light pink bra and matching panties. his mouth got watered because of the sight. you smiled and climbed to his lap again.

"is this for me?" he asked with a sly tone. "indeed it is, did you like it?" he hummed while moving his head around your breasts. "yeah, a lot."

you captuted his lips in a heated kiss. you were playing with his messy hair while he was caressing your waist. his hands moved lower and played with your core. you moaned in his mouth, sucking hard on his bottom lip. you were already wet when you were sucking him off, and now your juices are pouring down to his fingers. he pulled away and licked his fingers and moaned from the taste of it.

"you taste so fucking sweet. sweeter than that cake." you chuckled at his words. "i will bake for you whatever you want once you return, i promise." he hummed in return.

you slithered your panties aside and positioned your entrance over his still rock-hard member slowly. an erotic moan escaped from both of you. the mushroom tip stretching your hole as you sink into him completely, not moving, just hugging him tight. you're so wet that your juices are dripping down his shaft, easing you to move.

"t-tell me, at what pace ah— i should move. h-huh, johnny?" you barely managed to ask. "faster, baby." he grunted and buried his face on your chest. you put your hands on his shoulders for stability as you bounce on his cock. "johnny!" you moaned his name when you felt he got bigger inside you. "you're so tight and good around me sweetheart, s-shit!"

he then unhooked your bra and tossed it away. took one of your nipples inside his mouth while squeezing harshly the other. you tossed your head back and let out a loud whimper. his dick felt so good inside you. you then spread your legs further apart, feeling him deeper inside of your cunt. feeling him where he could make you see the stars.

you dug your nails into his chest as you connected your lips in a sloppy, french kiss. you closed your eyes, cheeks flushed and you moaned into his mouth when he hit the sweet spot continuously. "john, baby, i-i'm going to cum okay?" you barely managed to speak. he just hummed.

you felt your core tighten, your bundle of nerves building up as your jaw hung open, panting heavily. tears rolling down your cheeks and you clenched around him while leaving a white ring of your arousal on the base of his cock. you didn't stop bouncing on him though. but you knew he was close.

"where do you wanna cum, baby? come whenever and wherever you want." you started sucking on his neck again. creating new pretty, dark red marks on him. "inside, s-shit! can i— can i come inside?" he begged you. "yes, yes! fill me full to the brim, darling!" you pathetically moaned.

he grunted when you began moving your hips faster and faster. he buried his face on your breasts and groaned while painting your inner walls white. you didn't pull off, wanting to feel warm inside for a while.

you hugged each other tightly, trying to catch your breaths in each other's embrace. after a couple of minutes, you both calmed down. looking at each other sweetly. you then pressed a long kiss on his forehead.

"happy birthday, my one and only." you whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder. he caressed your hair and planted a kiss on your forehead too. "thank you, sweetheart. for coming here. nothing would make me happier.  i love you so much."

you smiled. "i love you more but i don't have enough energy to argue about that." you stood up from his lap. his cum was leaking from your thighs. you then lay on the bed, opening your arms to him, welcoming him to your embrace. he smiled and laid on top of you. you hugged him as he snuggled into you, his beard tickling your chest. you didn't care though.

"will you be tomorrow here?" he asked with a pout on his face. you chuckled at him. "well, i managed to take a few days off so..."

he gasped and straightened up. "so that means..." you just smiled and nodded at him. his face brightened and buried his head on your chest again, making excited voices. "we can talk about our plans tomorrow morning, then?"

you hummed and felt like your eyes were going to shut. but you managed to say good night to him before that. he chuckled at you and planted a kiss on your forehead again before drifting off next to you. "good night, angel."

[berzahoes]

show and tell | john frusciante

summary: john and the reader’s daughter takes something personal for show and tell

warnings: just a few curse words

an: also i just a random name for the daughter, you can totally change it to whatever you’d like :) (to be honest, i was watching the crown when i wrote this soooo)

“shit! shit! fuck!”

yours and john’s daughter, diana, was eating her breakfast, but she couldn’t help but listen to the words coming out of her mother’s mouth. she knew wasn’t supposed to repeat them so she didn’t.

“no, john, when i say i looked everywhere i mean it!“ you spoke into the phone. you looked at your daughter, who smiled back at you. “i have to take diana to school, it’s show and tell say and she wants me to stay to see what she brought.”

“what is it?” john asked. he was in the studio with the chili peppers recording some songs for their upcoming album.

“she won’t tell me. my bet is the tooth that fell out last week.” you chuckled as you approached your daughter and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“it’s not a tooth!” diana said teasingly.

“say goodbye to dad, you and i need to get to school right now or we’ll be late.” you passed the phone to her so she could say goodbye to john.

“bye daddy! i’m telling mommy to record me so she can show you what i brought for show and tell.” the little girl said.

“okay, make sure she record everything. i love you, di, have a great day at school.” john said. you put the phone back to your ear so you could continue your conversation with your husband.

“i’ll keep searching, but i promise you i have looked everywhere in this damn house. it literally looks like a tornado came through here.”

“i’m sure it’s under the couch or in one of your jewelry boxes, babe. i’ll help look when i get home.”

after saying multiple i love you’s and goodbye to john, you and diana were on the way to school. every school morning, diana begged you to play the chili peppers so you did, at least her favorite songs. she would always sing along to the zephyr song and dark necessities. as you parked in your usual parking spot in front of the elementary school, you made sure you had your purse and phone with you.

diana had gotten out of the car and practically sprinted towards her best friend, lucy, who had brought her father’s firefighter helmet. lucy’s mom had spotted you and gave you a hug.

“what’s wrong? you look tired and stressed. you need a red bull? i always carry extra in here.” lucy’s mom said. she was always seen with energy drinks, something you couldn’t even drink no matter how tired you were.

“i can’t find my wedding ring. and i can’t replace it because it was john’s grandmother’s ring.” you showed your left hand which was supposed to have an old but beautiful silver ring that john had given you years ago when you said i do.

“oh, sweetheart. did you tell john?”

“of course i told him. i don’t keep secrets from him ever. he’s not mad, he even said he’d help look for it after he gets home from the studio. i just hope it’s not lost forever.”

you two entered the elementary school ready to get the show and tell part of the day over with. all the parents that decided to join were stuck sitting in the back in the most uncomfortable tiny chairs. you sat next to lucy’s mom.

“you remember that birthday party the girls went to last month. the one with the bouncy house and ball pit?” lucy’s mom asked.

“yeah, the newman’s right? what about it?” you asked, unsure why she even brought it up.

“mr. newman is staring right at you. i heard he already asked for a divorce. he’s taking that big fancy truck he got for mrs. newman last year. he probably saw your naked hand and think you and john are headed for that divorce too.”

“okay class and parents! we are going to begin with our show and tell. firstly, I want to thank the parents for showing up and our students for bringing their items. i can see you are all very excited so let’s begin. any volunteers?” the teacher asked.

diana’s hand was the first to go up so naturally the teacher let her go first. she stood up from the carpet and faced her classmates. the teacher saw that she didn’t have anything to show so she was confused until she saw the little girl reach into her pocket and pull out something.

“diana, what did you bring for show and tell?”

you had taken out your phone and started recording like you promised you would. you smiled as diana started her presentation.

“for show and tell, i brought something that is really special in my house. i brought my mommy’s wedding ring!”

you almost dropped your phone as soon as you heard diana. so she had your ring this whole time. still, you continue recording.

“that’s lovely, and what can you tell us about it?” the teacher asked.

“so my daddy gave it to my mommy many years ago. they gave each other rings because they love each other. but before this ring belonged to my mommy, it used to be my great-great-great-”

“just one great, honey! just one.” you said holding up your finger to signal to her.

“oh. ok, it was my great-grandmother’s ring. i never met her, but my daddy was told by her that he could only give this ring to the person he loves most in the whole world and i wasn’t born yet so he obviously gave it to my mommy. on the inside it has her name and my daddy’s name.” diana said with the biggest smile on her face.

“that’s wonderful, diana. class does anyone have questions?” the teacher directed her attention to the kids. a few hands went up. one by one, each student asked their question with diana trying her best to answer them.

“i have one.” you raised your hand and you passed your phone to lucy’s mom so she could record. “how did you get your mommy’s ring?”

diana didn’t say anything, she just started giggling and ran towards you so she could give you a hug. “i’m sorry i took your ring without asking.”

“it’s okay, baby. you just have to let me know, i was going crazy looking for my ring.” you kissed her cheek. she stuck out her hand so diana could slide the ring on. “thank you, di.”

“looks like mr. divorced man didn’t like that one but.” the two older women held in their laughter as mr. newman looked disappointed by the news that you were still happily married.

“oh shoot, i’m still recording!”

when you and diana got home, john was already home cleaning the ‘tornado’ mess that you had left that morning. diana ran up to her dad and hugged him.

“guess what our daughter took to show and tell?” you waved your hand in front of his face to show him the ring.

“at least she took this. last week i heard her she wanted to take the chili peppers to show and tell.” john laughed as he kissed diana’s temple. she then ran off to the kitchen to get her after school snack.

“like a record?” you question.

“no, the band. she was asking the guys if they were available to come to her classroom to show everyone how cool were uncles are.”

“she can take them to the next show and tell just as long as she doesn’t take anymore of my stuff.” you said as you took a seat in the neatly made couch, thanks to john.

“mr. newman was staring at mommy! and he’s mad that you guys are still married!” diana yelled as she ran to her room with fruit snacks in her hand.

“what goes on in show and tell?” john asked.

“too much.”

[pearlnchains]

Hi!

I’m not sure if your requests are loaded with asks but could you maybe do a John Frusciante x Female Reader where she spends a lot of time with cats and he gets jealous of the attention? Thank you for your time :333

hi, you sweet angel!! this is actually my first ask, so if you have any other ideas, send them my way! thank youuu, I hope you enjoy. 🫶🏻

john had been busy in his home studio for weeks working on his latest solo project. you were used to his love of music and the time he devoted to it. it's part of what you loved about him, his talent and drive.

your relationship with john was secure, full of love, understanding and respect. you had your own things and he had his. but lately, your time with john was becoming less. and in that time, with your shared pets in your beloved cats, they were missing john too and came to you for extra attention.

evenings were spent huddled on the couch with the cats as you watched movies, faint guitar sounds in the background. john would emerge periodically for food, placing a kiss on your head each time as he passed by you.

a few days of this routine went by, until the guitar playing became less and john appeared more. the cats became accustomed to their extra time with you, so when john landed right in the middle of them on your lap, they were surprised by his presence. john nuzzled his head into your chest as your fingers threaded through his hair, "hi baby."

you giggled out a response as he melted into you, "hi. long time no see."

john looked up to you with puppy dog eyes, "I'm sorry." He knew that you understood his life and passion for music but it would be unfair to expect you to be totally okay with it all the time, and he knew he needed to apologize for his extra absence.

"It's okay, baby. you were doing your thing, I had the cats to keep me company."

john snorted a laugh, turning to glare at the nearest feline, "Yeah, looks like it. every time I came out here, they were snuggled with you. and when I carried you to bed the other night, they hissed at me and took my spot in bed. taking you away from me."

laughter erupted from your chest, jostling the both of you, "john, you can't possibly be jealous of the cats. they missed you too. I'm all yours."

john leaned up, arms caging around your head until he leaned down, lips hovering over yours, "you better be. I love you."

"I love you too, john. "

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break pt.7 - Fun House

Warnings: Profanity & Smoking

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Day 9, 1986

Y/n yawned as she stood up from her bed, rubbing her eyes she looked over to Slash’s empty bed.

Her eyebrows scrunched together, weird she thought, I always wake up before Slash.

Her sock covered feet walked out of her room, heading towards the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, then brushed her hair. Her usual morning routine.

Walking out the bathroom, she glanced over a clock that was right above the doorway.

2 pm, it read. Her eyes widen. This was the most sleep she’s gotten since the incident. Her thoughts & nightmares keeping her up at night.

Y/n sighed as she stood in the middle of the living room, where was everyone?

And as if the man above could hear her thoughts, everyone came walking through the doorway.

“Hey! you’re finally awake” Slash said as he stared at Y/n, smile on his face.

“Yea” Y/n croaked out, “Where were you guys?” she asked.

“Down at the Roxy, we got a gig tonight” Axl said as he sat on the couch.

“Who plays a gig on a Tuesday night?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the red head in front of her.

“People who have no life” Izzy sighed

Y/n just pursed her lips as she tried to stop herself from laughing.

She sat next to Axl, then Duff went ahead and sat himself next to her.

“Where’s Mandy?” Y/n asked, thinking about how she hasn’t seen her in a while.

Duff looked over to her, “She’s been working, and she’s been going to this like summer school. Some college shit.”

Y/n just let out a little hum.

“Do you wanna come tonight?” Steven said, smiling at her.

Y/n looked over to Duff, smile on her face “Can Fru come?”

“If he wants” Duff shrugged.

“Okay then, I’ll see”

After a few moments of all of them watching T.V, Slash in the kitchen (probably looking for something to drink). Y/n spoke up.

“Duff” The dark haired girl said, in a hushed tone

“What happened Y/n” Duff looked at her.

“I wanted to ask you if um, if Fru could come over today” She whispered, only so Duff can hear.

Duff raised his eyebrows, “As in here?” he motioned, Y/n just nodded her head.

“Okay. That’s cool.” He nodded, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Y/n smiled, “Thank Duff”.

The girl got up and headed over to Duffs house phone, dialing Johns number.

“Hello?” The voice said on the other side of the phone.

“Hey Fru” Y/n spoke, hand twirling the phone cable.

“Hey Y/n, I was waiting for you to call” John said as a smile grew on his face.

And as the boys heard who Y/n was calling, all heads turned to Duff.

Axl nudged him, “Is he coming over?”

“Yea he is, try not to give him a hard time.” Duff said as he gave Axl a look.

“Who’s coming over?” Steven asked, in a much louder tone then the boys were speaking.

Duff pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “Y/n’s little friend”

“Oh m gee” Steven said as he looked over at Y/n talking on the phone.

“I asked Duff if you could come over” Y/n spoke on the phone.

“Really? what did he say”

“He said yea” Y/n said, turning to face the wall so the boys couldn’t see the smile on her face.

“I’m nervous, what should I wear?” John said

Y/n let out a little laugh “Jesus Fru don’t freak out, just wear what you usually would”

“Okay, okay yea you’re right” The boy breathed out, “When should I come over?”

“Now” Y/n simply said

“Okay i’ll be there in like one- three minutes” John said, Y/n could hear him getting up from his bed (Or maybe it was his bean bag, she was unsure).

“Okay cool, see you then” She smiled

“Yea, okay” He said

After a couple seconds a silence, Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes “Bye Fru” she said as she hung up the phone.

“He’s coming over?” Duff said, turning his head to look at Y/n standing by the phone.

“Yea” she said

“And you’re wearing that?” He asked her.

She looked down at her oversized hoodie & her socks, furrowing her eyebrows “I see nothing wrong with what i’m wearing”

“Also, be nice to him alright?” She said, her head tilting to the side.

“We’re the nicest people to exist” Axl smiled at her

Y/n sighed, “Just be nice”

“Shit i never told him what room number were in” Y/n said to herself, walking into her room to put on her shoes.

Before walking out the door, she turned to look at the five boys, who were already looking at her.

“Be nice” She said as she walked out.

“Are we gonna be nice?” Izzy asked, looking at Duff.

“I think we should” Duff said, wondering if he should interrogate the boy.

“Should i ask him any questions?” Duff asked the boys.

“Ask him if he does drugs” Slash said

Axl shook his head, “Probably not the right time to ask that question, ya know, after what happen.”

“Shit yea you’re right”

“Ask him if he’s a virgin” Izzy said, letting out a laugh.

“Okay you guys are no help” Duff rolled his eyes.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” John said as him and Y/n stood in front of Duffs door.

“I think so” Y/n said “Just be yourself” she smiled at him.

He breathed out “Okay”

Y/n opened the door to reveal all five men sitting on the couch (and two of them sitting on some lounge chairs that came from god knows where).

“You must be Fru” Duff said, standing up

John looked at Y/n with wide eyes “That’s me”

“I’m Duff”

“Cool” John blurted out, looking at Y/n to help him out

“He knows who all of you guys are” The girl spoke up.

“So are you guys dating or something” Duff asked, slight smirk on his face as he watched the two become flustered.

“No!” They both said in unison

“We’re just um” Y/n said looking at John, then back to her brother “We’re just friends” She awkwardly smiled.

Duff laughed at the two, “Alright, that’s cool”

“You a virgin?” A voice, which belonged to Steven spoke up.

Johns eyes widened (even more, if possible) as he heard the rest of the boys let out a small laugh “What?” he embarrassedly said

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, upset that they had made John feel embarrassed.

She shot a nasty look towards Duff, then to Steven “Fuck off Steven” she rolled her eyes.

Grabbing Johns hand, she walked the both of them to her room and closed (more like slammed) the door shut.

She rolled her eyes “Sorry about that”

“It’s okay, he just caught me off gaurd” he said, taking a look at Y/n’s room. “Do you share this room?” he asked, looking at the very messy side of the room.

“Yea, that’s Slash’s side, he’s not the cleanest person” She let out a little laugh.

She went ahead and layed herself on her bed (The side by the wall, if that makes sense). she patted the empty side next to her “Bring your ass over here” she said as John smiled.

Laying next to her, John turned his head to look at her.

“I um- I wanted to ask you something” Y/n said, remembering the concert.

“Don’t scare me” John furrowed his eyebrows

“It’s nothing serious” Y/n smiled “It’s just the guys have a concert tonight, and they asked if I wanted to go”

“Let me guess, you want me to go with you” John attempted to smile.

Y/n sighed “Yea. I just don’t wanna be there alone”

“I’ll go with you” he looked at her

“Really?” Y/n raised her eyebrows “I don’t want you to feel forced to come”

“I wanna go” John said

“Oh, okay” “But if you change your-”

John chuckled at the girl, “Y/n don’t worry, we’ll go together okay?” He said holding her hand.

Y/n nodded her head “Okay”

John looked over her face, “You know you haven’t kissed me today”

Y/n rolled her eyes, and gave him a kiss “So sorry sir Fru”

“All is forgiven” He spoke in a british accent, making Y/n laugh.

And on the other side of the door…

“What are they saying?” Steven said in a hushed tone.

“I can’t hear” Axl said, his ear on the door

“Should they even have the door closed?” The redhead continued, turning over to look at Duff.

Duff furrowed his eyebrows “I don’t think so?” he questioned.

Axl huffed, “Do you want them to have the door closed”

“Not really” the blonde scratched his neck

“Yea they shouldn’t have it closed” Slash spoke from the couch.

“Leave them alone man, what’s the worst that can happen” Izzy said, blowing out smoke from his mouth.

Duff shot him a look “I think we know what’s the worst that can happen”

Izzy shrugged, “You’re right”

“Maybe tell them something?” Steven looked at Duff.

“I don’t think I-” Duff spoke

“If you don’t tell them something i will” Axl rolled his eyes.

“No no, just go in there and see what their doing” Duff said

“What?” Axl furrowed his brows.

“Make up and excuse or something, see what there doing then come out and tell us” Duff said

“I could pretend I needa get something” Slash said.

“Perfect, okay everyone act like everything’s normal” Duff said, walking away from the door, Steven and Axl following him.

“Nothing about us is normal” Axl mumbled to himself.

“You better act Slash” Duff said

“Oh yea, i might change career paths after this” The curly head laughed, walking towards the door.

“No but really what was tha- Oh hey Slash” Y/n said as she stared at Slash.

Slash’s eyes quickly darted at the scene in front of him, Johns head was on Y/n’s chest, Y/n was running her hands through his hair.

Wait… has Y/n had a tank top on this whole time? Slash thought to himself

“Hey” he nodded towards the both of them, “Sorry- just came in to grab my um… jacket.”

Y/n smiled, “Okay”

Slash grabbed whatever jacket was laying on his bed, turning around and walking out the door, leaving it open.

“he left the fucken door open” Y/n mumbled as John lifted his head to look at her.

“There’s a lot of people in this place” John spoke

“I know” Y/n sighed, “But they’re cool, i promise”

“They sure look cool” John smiled “Real hardcore”

Y/n laughed “Yea” “But they’re actually some dweebs”

John rubbed his face tiredly on Y/n’s chest, lightly laughing.

Axl peeked his head through the door, scaring John as they made eye contact.

“What?” Y/n said as she saw John flinch.

“Nothing just- one of your brothers friends” He said looking at the door.

Y/n looked at Axl and laughed “What are you doing Axl?”

“Oh nothing… just keeping an eye out” The red head said as he walked passed the room.

Y/n just rolled her eyes “Regret coming over?”

“Only a little bit” John said as he looked at the girl smiling in front of him.

“Do you think they’ll see me if I kiss you?” John whispered.

Y/n looked at the door “Hopefully not” she said as she leaned in to kiss him.

“HEY!” The two heard as they broke away from their kiss, turning to look at who the hell was spying on them.

“Axl what the fuck are you still doing there?” Y/n asked

“That’s not what’s important” Axl said as he turned his head to call Duff “DUFF COME HERE”

“What?” Duff said walking over to the door, along with everyone else.

“I’m fucked” John mumbled to Y/n as she laughed at him.

“You’re fine Fru” she mumbled back

“They were kissing!” Axl said, pointing at Y/n and John.

“And you guys are just friends huh?” Duff looked at the two, especially at John.

“Don’t be so exaggerated” Y/n rolled her eyes “We just kissed”

“KISSING LEADS TO SEX!” Steven spoke from behind Duff.

The two teenagers’ eyes widen

“Jesus Christ Steven” Y/n said

“You know it’s the truth!” Steven said

“That’s not my intention with Y/n” John said, looking at Duff.

“How do i know you’re telling the truth?” Duffs eyes narrowed at the boy.

“I don’t know” The boy shrugged “You just have to trust me.”

“Trust you? Just like that, just trust you” Duff scoffed

“I mean yea- I get what you’re trying to hint at, But I never intended for the shit that’s happen to happen, it just did” John spoke, “Y/n’s a good person, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to her”

After a few seconds of silence, Y/n spoke “You heard the man!”

Duff sighed, walking into the room and closing the door, leaving the other men outside.

A loud “Aw what the fuck!” was heard on the other side of the door.

Duff sat on Slash’s bed, facing Y/n and John, who were now sitting on the edge of her bed.

“Look- I appreciate you telling me that, and i know you two are just some teenagers and you guys should be exploring this world in LA, but i don’t want neither of you to get hurt” Duff breathed out.

“Physically or emotionally, and fuck- you guys have already seen some shit in just the week that’s pass. And i don’t want anything else to happen.” Duff said as he looked over the two.

“And I don’t dislike you Fru- it’s just that i don’t want you two acting like you guys have all the time in the world. Cause you don’t. Y/n’s leaving, and i need you guys to remember that.” He said, finally finishing what he had to say.

Y/n sighed, the ugly truth has been told. Neither John or Y/n wanted to admit it. But they had already fallen for each other. And it made Y/n want to cry.

“I get it” John said “Thanks for looking out for us” he sighed out.

Y/n looked at Duff “Yea- Thanks”

Duff smiled at them, “Yea” he said, “You guys still coming tonight?” he asked, as if he hadn’t just hit them with the heart wrenching reminder that they didn’t have all the time in the world.

“Yea. We’re going” John smiled at him.

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CHAPTER 7!!!! I finally updated omg, thank you all for being patient with me 😭🙏. Hope you all enjoyed!!!

And don’t you guys start thinking shits sweet now muahaha, im already planning on some bullshit to happen😏😏😏.

Till next time xxx

[larissaligus]

"The mind is the only place that anything can be truly said to exist. The outside world is only known to us as it appears within us by the testament of our senses. The imagination is the most real world that we know because we each know it first hand."

John Frusciante

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dating anthony was a blessing. he was the sweetest person you have ever met, he’s taught you so many things and has taken you to so many places since his band gained fame and recognition. however, there are some bad aspects to the relationship. you both struggle with drug addiction, his father introducing the both of you to the world of heroin, cocaine, and marijuana. what happens when a drug deal ends up bad?

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THIS FIC CONTAINS drug use/abuse, slight sexual references, gun use, death, and one minor curse word.

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��would you pass me the lighter?” you said, hand reaching out to anthony as his red tinted eyes look over to you, his movements slow as his deft fingers wrap around the blue plastic cylinder, handing it over as his back scraped against the wall he was leaning on for support. sometimes he wished he never begged his father to convince his mother to let anthony stay with him. he wishes he never got on drugs, wishes it never became a lifeline for him. but, if he hadn’t, he would have never met the band, would have never have had some of the life lessons he’s learned, would have never met you. he would have never met the person who would become the love of his life. 

but. . . he’s corrupted you as well.

he introduced you to his father and his father introduced you to the drugs he had shown his son a few years prior, and taught you how to take all of the drugs he had at his disposal. you were the goody two shoes at school. people thought you were one of those holy catholic girls who would never do anything that was sinful and seen as unholy in god’s eyes. but then you began taking those drugs, and people now saw a different side of you. you have become a drug-obssessed, sex-crazed person who clung to anthony, doing most, if not all, of the crazy stunts he and flea did. you had watched as anthony jumped off a five-story building and broke his back, you were still the one to call 911, and you were the one anthony turned to when he needed a different kind of high.

you were his soulmate.

you both graduated high school with straight-a’s (no one knew how, you both were high most of the time), tony attended college for what seemed like a year before he dropped out, and he, flea, hillel, and jack formed tony flow and the miraculously majestic masters of mayhem. you watched all of their shows, seeing them perform on sunset strip in l.a., tube socks placed strategically on their nether regions, a gimmick that slowly became their trademark over time. in 1988, the news of hillel’s death shocked the band, causing jack to exit, not wanting to play in a band where his friends would drop like flies. they were able to replace them by chad smith and john frusciante, releasing mother’s milk later the next year. 

and still, you supported the band, even as the times changed towards the newer grunge rock sound. the band was still able to sell records, even with a tiny bit of difficulty.

anthony had managed to become sober from the drugs for a few years, but later, in 1994 after getting his wisdom teeth removed, going back to the lifestyle he has known since he was 11 years old. he hated it, if he was being honest. hated knowing that it had become so integrated into him that he couldn’t even stay a decade off drugs. he had been clean off them for five years, why were five more years too hard for him? 

in 1995, you had noticed your stash of heroine had gone missing. had you used it all already? you called out to anthony, eyebrows furrowed as you wrecked your bedroom, looking for the trademark bag that had held your drugs for however long. the singer walks into the room, a confused look on his face as he saw the status of your shared room, hand brushing through his long hair, “what is it?”

“have you seen the heroin anywhere?” you pushed aside a chair to the desk, looking in all of the drawers frantically. 

“no,” he shook his head. “we can grab more, if you want.” 

“yes!” you nodded. “i need it, anthony.” you ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you cried. “i need them. please.” tears streaked down your cheeks, leaving a small puddle on anthony’s warm shoulder, soft skin pressing against your cheek.

“it’s alright,” he petted your hair. “let’s go get more, alright?” you nodded, feeling him peel himself away from you as he took your hand in his, leading you out of the bedroom and to the front door. minutes or hours could have passed, you didn’t know; your need for the heroin was dehabilitating at that point. you needed it, needed the high you got off them, needed the liquid running through your veins. you would do anything to get it. your mother had tried to get you to rehab, had tried to get you to become sober, but nothing ever worked. she claimed that you didn’t know what you were doing, but you did. that’s the thing. 

you always knew what your limit was, you knew when to not do drugs and when it was okay to do them, and looking in the mirror as a middle school photo of you hung from one of the corners, you didn’t notice any changes. maybe a little older, of course. but no sign of a drug addiction was showing on your face. no pockmarks, no angry red spots glaring at you from the mirror, save for the few pimples you did get from stress or from having been out for too long. but no one could tell you did drugs. it was too well hidden; the only other person who knew you did drugs was flea. you only ever did drugs with flea and anthony. to you, chad and john were too new to the band. you liked them, you honestly did, but something inside you refused to let you shoot up heroin or snort cocaine or smoke marijuana when they were around.

up ahead, a bridge stood. 

anthony told you of the things you were to say once you got there, such as the fact that you were a distant cousin of so-and-so visiting them from milwaukee and that the you two were currently dating. you nodded. anything to get it. the bridge now loomed over you, and a group of mean looking men stood under its shade, looking over at the two of you. you didn’t belong here.

anthony. . . he could pass off as one of them from time to time. but you? the junky who needed a fix and was currently seeking those drugs like a holy grail? you didn’t. you looked like a secretarist, from their perspectives. what was a goody goody two shoes secretarist going to do in this side of town? 

“we’re looking for. . .” anthony began talking to one of them. 

you were too worried to get the drugs that at this point, you didn’t give a damn about what was being said. you were too busy wondering how much you would get and for what price. the progressing of loudening voices alerted you, however. why would they need to scream at each other? facing the men, you noticed one of them holding his hand to his side, shouting at anthony as your boyfriend continued to try to get the narcotics. 

everything happened so quickly. 

one minute, there was the sound of shouting.

the next, the sound of gunshots going off.

the third, the pain of bullets penetrating your chest. 

your body hit the ground so quickly, and on impact, you felt the air rush out of your lungs. the holes in your chest didn’t help either. what happened? you weren’t listening to anything being said.

did anthony say something they didn’t like?

had they asked you something and you didn’t answer?

had they seen through tony’s lies?

you continued struggling to breathe, hand reaching out for anthony, trying to touch any part of his body that was close enough to your hand. head turning to the side, you noticed the puddle of blood beneath the two of you, the red stains on tony’s shirt, the smell of burnt iron that coated whatever you were able to breathe. taking note of your hand, tony’s warm palm encase yours, his head facing yours, tears brimming in his eyes. the two of you were in a bad part of town. how long until the police noticed your missing bodies? how long will it take the band to call them in the first place?

“i’ll see you in the afterlife, my sweet.”

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Comeback - John Frusciante

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The door flew open and the first thing you saw was a suitcase, followed by the silhouette of what you had most craved for since five months prior. You knew John was coming home today, how wouldn’t you, so you had put extra effort on cleaning everything up and making everything ready for him. He had to come back to a home that feels even a bit too much like home, because you were certain he must had missed that so much during all those weeks away. You were there, standing on the hall, happily exhausted and warmly excited because you knew you were going to hear the tingle of his keys any minute now, and you could foresee that, from then on, everything would have been worth it.

And so it happened. His eyes looked weary, too tired to even exist but, behind that shadow, a glow of illusion greeted you in a way you hadn’t realized how much you missed. He was happy to be there; in fact it was more than that, he was happy to see you. He looked hopeful, grateful and he felt safe, exactly the expression you had been fantasizing with since he told you the exact day of his return. And all of these feelings were compressed, expressed and processed in less than two seconds, because none of you could wait more than that to run into each other’s arms.

You crashed into his body without speaking a word and wrapped your arms around his waist. You almost tripped on the suitcase (honestly you couldn’t care less, if you had you would have landed on top of him, so no complaints here) but you ended up kicking it to the side without parting your body from his. At the same time, he held you with enough strength to break your bones and hold them together all at once, and you thanked every second of it. Your face was hidden against his collarbone, inhaling his scent as if it was oxygen and you were drowning in a water tank. It was almost unreal, you couldn’t believe he was there, not after all that time of longing, craving and missing an essential part of you. Now it all seemed so long yet so short, so far yet so close, stretching and folding over itself with the unreal feeling of a dream you don’t remember once you wake up.

But none of that mattered anymore, he was there. You couldn’t stop repeating it. He was there, he was there. You needed to look at him and check it. Your eyes met his again, and the smile on his face was probably as big as yours; you could tell you were smiling because your cheeks already hurted, but it was a pleasant kind of pain. Your hands were now cupping his face, fingertips almost in contact with his hair, and your eyes fixed on those plump lips that were going to be the death of you. You drifted towards them out of inertia, and closed your lids, waiting for the painfully expected moment.

His head lowered slightly, your hands still attached to it and following his movement, and you felt him. He was sweet, soft and slow, making the kiss a sort of desire dance, both of you wanting to enjoy the other’s presence. His hands were pressed to your hips, and with your eyes closed you sensed how his rebel hair strands brushed against the back of your hands. One of them traveled back to his nape, deepening the kiss, and you held onto his shoulder with the other one, finding the strap of a guitar case you hadn’t noticed he was carrying. Without pulling apart from you and looking like he had read your thoughts, John took the instrument off of his shoulder and left it on the floor, leaning on the suitcase. Next thing you knew, he had kicked the door close behind him and grabbed your butt with both free hands. The wait had been so, so long, but as always, the comeback was worth it all.

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Guys, you know something? There's only one thing that I want for this new John era in RHCP. And it is that Wet Sand gets back in the setlists 💗

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“I went in and said, ‘Let's try to write a song that is as punk as I can get away with,” he recalls (about Out Of My System), and ‘he’d dream of collaborating with Flea (“Imagine him playing bass!”) and “next-level guitarist” John Frusciante [but...] he’s hesitant to move too quickly on those. “I feel like I've got to show my own individual identity, embrace that and really drive it home before I would think about anything like that,” -  Louis talks so much in this interview, and all of them this promo cycle, about how this record is finally what he REALLY wants it to be and with Walls he was playing a little safer than he now is managing to do but he said the exact same thing so many times during Walls promo re: Walls/ his previous singles and so I hate to see him saying ‘as I can get away with,’ you know? When will he realize that 1, he can get away with literally any style he wants both because he’s that good and because we love him that much, but more importantly 2, I WANT THE PUNK RECORD and I am not the only one it’s not like, we’ll support you anyway, it’s FUCK YES WE LOVE IT! I mean to be clear I have heard 3 songs now off this record (Louis cover your ears sorrry) and I have them all on fucking repeat daily and can’t believe how good they are I am NOT complaining, but Louis seriously WE ARE ALONG FOR THE RIDE. DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT.

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School Bathroom- John Frusciante

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summary: your best friend adds your crush to your guys’ phone call and he hears you confess that you like him. you avoid him at school but he follows you into the bathroom.

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warnings: smut

a/n: y/b/f means your best friend 🫶 also something that isn’t wes borland!!

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one of my favorite parts of school nights are the daily phone calls my best friend and i have to spill whatever gossip we heard.

“no fucking way?! the new girl kara?” i gasp.

today’s topic was how some football player was found cheating on his girlfriend with some new girl.

“yes way! in the girl’s locker room too! jenny’s friend found them, she said blake looked white as a ghost!” she laughs.

“did you hear jenny is gonna fight her tomorrow after school?”

“what no?”

“yeah, are you gonna go?”

“maybe.” i shrug.

i’m currently laying on my stomach with my feet in the air, eating some gummy candies.

“what if i told you that john is gonna be there, will that change your answer?”

“…maybe.” i felt my cheeks heat up.

she knows i have a fat crush on this kid in our grade named john. most of our gossip calls ended with me gushing on how good he looked at school.

“oh hold on, give me a second.” she suddenly says.

i hear the line go quiet, the background music she had on disappeared. i sat there eating my gummies as i wait for her return.

“okay i’m back.”

“where’d you go-“

“you need to make a move, y/n. time is running short, we’re graduating soon.” she says, cutting me off.

“if i could i would, y/b/n. but he is so out of my league.”

“you won’t know if you don’t try. i mean come on, imagine you two being the hottest couple in town! you’re both 18, you both drive AND he literally plays guitar in a band, i mean he’s the one.” she laughs.

“oh god, i know. i would honestly do anything to fuck him. just imagine how good he’d feel. ugh, why does he have to be so damn cute.” i whine out, flipping to lay on my back.

“i don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” i hear a smirk in her words.

“like at school? no way.”

“no, she means right now.” i suddenly hear a deep voice say.

my heart drops once i realize who it is. she fucking added john to the call?!

“y/b/n!” i shout before slamming my phone down.

at that point i was sitting up, breathing fast as my heart raced. he heard me say i’d fuck him. i was so dreading on going to school tomorrow.

~time skip to tomorrow~

i kept my head low and my pace quick as i walked into school. i went into the other entrance today to avoid john. obviously i knew his schedule so i also avoided the places he’d be at. it was finally lunch time and i went to find y/b/n. i see her sitting at our usual lunch table, munching on her food like nothing.

“i genuinely fucking hate you.” i say as i slam my backpack onto the table.

“hello to you too.” she smiles.

“you added john to the call?! are you insane?!” i whisper yell.

“he has to know sooner or later, y/n. it’ll eventually be too late to shoot your shot and then boom, you’ll never see him again.”

“i-i guess but i was not ready! he literally heard me say i’d fuck him, i’m so fucking embarrassed.” i shove my face into my hands.

“well eat up and be embarrassed, we don’t get much time for lunch.”

i mimic her as i take out my lunch. we sat there chatting about what happened in our class and whatnot. once i was done eating, i realized i had sauce all over my hands. i grimace at the sight and excused myself to the bathroom. i decided to go to the bathroom that was far from where john would be, the one basically no one goes to. i push it open with my elbows and immediately go to the sink. it was surprisingly clean in here but like i said, people rarely come in here. all of a sudden i had the urge to pee. i groan in annoyance as i rush into the stall and do my business. i heard the door creak open but i think nothing of it. i finish up my business and head back to the sink to wash my hands. i was looking down at my hands as i wash them so i didn’t notice the person approach me from behind.

“have you been avoiding me?” the person spoke out.

i scream out and jump, turning around quickly to come face to face with the person. i swore my heart stopped once i recognize who it was.

“j-john? why are you in here? i-“

“are you?” he pushes his question again.

i gulp and avoid his gaze, awkwardly shifting my feet.

“i don’t know why y/b/n did that, i’m so sorry.”

“sorry for what, baby?” the nickname made my stomach flip.

“for-for saying i’d fuck you..”

“what would you wanna do to me?” his voice goes low.

he steps closer to me and i squeeze my thighs shut at the rising feeling between them. he leans over me, hands on the counter on either side of me.

“what?” i breathe out, not wanting to believe this is happening.

“what do you think of when you imagine us fucking? i know you do.” he cautiously placed his hands on my hips.

he looks down at them, his eyes looking back up at me to see if his touch is okay. i softly bite my lip and slightly nod, a smile plastered on his face.

“i think of me and you, in my bed, making out. i’m slowly grinding against you and your strong hands are feeling my body. i imagine when we fuck you’re stretching me out so good that i’m crying your name. is that what you wanna know?” all awkwardness left my body as i stare up at him.

i heard him softly groan at my words, lower body moving closer to me.

“i’ve been waiting for you to say something. this entire year i’ve had my eyes on you, i want you as much as you want me. i want you to be mine, y/n. be mine..” he was now leaning down to my ear, his hot breath fanning against it.

“fuck-i’m all yours john..” i tilt my head to the side and whine out.

we stood there, breathing heavily in one another’s presence.

“john?”

“yes?”

“i need you. now..” i nearly whine out.

his head snaps up to look me in the eyes.

“are you serious?”

“dead.”

he didn’t hesitate to smash his lips to mine. it was rough and our teeth clashed. he shoved me onto the sink counter and stood between my legs. my hands were in his hair and on his face, gripping and pushing him closer to me. i slowly felt his fingers move their way towards the button of my pants, hesitantly tugging it.

“can i?” he mumbled onto my lips.

i only nodded, not having enough strength to speak. his fingers trembled as he slowly unbuttoned them, dipping his hand inside. my stomach twisted and turned as he went deeper inside my pants to the one spot i need him at.

i buckled up my hips as a pathetic way to add friction. he listened to my body language and connected his fingertips with my clit. he slowly rubbed me, dipping his fingers into my core to collect my juices.

“you’re so fucking wet for me..” he moans onto my lips.

he pulls away from the kiss for a second to focus on my pants, grabbing the hem of them to start pulling them down. i cooperated with him and helped him shove them down to my ankles. his brain became cloudy when he saw the wet spot on my underwear, knowing he did that to me. he pushed my underwear to the side and he immediately felt his dick get hard. he intensely watched as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. one hand grabbed onto the arm of the hand that was fingering me while the other gripped the counter. i had my head thrown back, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed. soft little moans escaped my swollen lips and echoed in the empty bathroom.

he held back from kissing my neck because he knew he’d end up marking me. he brought his free hand up to my neck and lightly squeezed. that provoked me to moan louder as he pumped faster. i knew he was a guitarist but i was still shocked at how good he was. i probably sounded and looked so pathetic as he fingered me. i was a mess for him and rightfully so. my brain was all over the place trying to process all the pleasure i’m feeling and all the emotions with the fact that he likes me back. i’ve actually never really seen him play guitar but from this i can tell he’s damn good at it. his fingers were long and slender so he was able to perfectly hit my g-spot. i trembled as he did, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. my stomach tightened with pleasure and i moaned out his name.

“you close?” he hums.

“mhm..” i whine out.

my grip on his arm becomes tighter as i feel myself getting closer.

he lets go of my neck and bends down to be face to face with my core. without any warning, he began lapping up my juices. i cry out as i grab onto his hair, riding myself against his face. i immediately cum all over his face, forcing his head closer to me. he pulls away with a goofy grin on his face, which was covered in my wetness.

“you taste so fucking good..” he mumbles out before dipping his head back down.

he laps at me again, quite literally slurping me up, the noise echoing in the bathroom. as i was reaching my second orgasm he pulled away, licking his lips.

“let me clean you up, baby.” he got up and walked to a stall to grab some toilet paper.

i quickly noticed the very prominent boner pressing against the fabric of his pants. an idea popped into my head and i had to act quick on it. i jump off the counter and shove my pants back up and rushed to the stall he was in. he was about to walk out but i shoved him back inside and locked the door.

“y/n? what are you-“ he cut himself off when i palmed him.

“you’re hard. you need to relieve yourself, johnny. can i help?”

“fuck..yes please..” he buckled his hips up towards me.

i didn’t waste anytime to pull his pants and boxers down, his dick springing free. i spat onto my hand and began pumping him. he dropped his head against the stall wall, his adam’s apple prominent. i knew we didn’t have much time left of lunch and y/b/n was probably looking for me so i put him in my mouth. i bobbed my head up and down at my own pace but he eventually grabbed onto my hair and face fucked me. i sat there, on my knees, as he fucked my face in a bathroom stall. my hands rested on his thighs, squeezing them a bit when it got hard to breathe. john’s actions came to a halt when we heard the door open and multiple voice boom out throughout the room. i was expecting us to call it quits and wait for them to leave but john started thrusting again. he went slower this time so i wouldn’t make any noises. he bit onto his bottom lip in order to keep himself quiet.

the girls who entered were most likely standing in front of the mirror since i heard them talking about fixing up stuff. i was hoping they wouldn’t see two different people in a stall in the mirror. and me being on my knees makes it very obvious to what is happening. i saw a little bit of john’s v cut causing me to slightly moan out and get wet again. he got a little more and more confident that the girls wouldn’t hear us so he went faster and harder, choking me whenever the tip would hit the back of my throat. tears welled up in my eyes and slipped down my cheeks but i didn’t care, i actually kinda liked it. the tip of my nose kept hitting his skin, his dick now as far as it could go in my throat. he was struggling to hold in his moans, his hands getting restless. the girls inside giggled loudly before the sound of shoes got faint and the door closed. john immediately started moaning loudly, needing to release it all. the way he sounded was a blissful thing to hear. his hips stuttered a bit, his rhythm becoming messy.

“i-i’m cl-close…” he cried out.

i hummed around him to signal that i heard his words. his gripped my hair tighter when i did that, his orgasm literally right there. i hummed once more which sent him over the edge. he arched his back as he stopped his movements. hot spurts of his cum coated my throat. once he was done cumming, he pulled me off of him. i had tears stained all over my cheeks, my eyes bloodshot red. i opened my mouth to show him his cum that sat on my tongue before swallowing it.

“god, you’re so fucking hot.” he groaned out.

i chuckle at his words as i grab some toilet paper to clean him up. i discarded the paper into the toilet and flushed.

“maybe i should follow you into bathrooms more often.” he joked.

“or maybe you could be my boyfriend and we can do this whenever and wherever we want?” i slyly said, a certain look in my eyes.

“are you asking me out, y/n?” he teases.

“yes i am, unless you don’t want me to then i-“

he cut me off by softly kissing me this time.

it was sweet and slow, completely the opposite of how we kissed earlier. i smiled into the kiss, causing him to smile as well. he pulls away with a genuine smile on his face, cheeks slightly rosy.

“i’m taking that a yes?” i giggle.

“yes ma’am.”

i place one last kiss on his lips before exiting the stall.

“lunch is almost over so i should get back to y/b/n, she’s probably looking for me.”

“alright i’ll call you after school, okay?” he grabs onto my hands and looks down at me.

“but you don’t have my number?”

“y/b/n.” he chuckled.

“god damn that bitch.” i mutter.

john laughs once again before kissing my cheek.

“talk to you later, beautiful.” he lets go of my hands and slips out the door.

i stood there with a smile on my face, heart swelling with emotion. i left the bathroom and made my way back to y/b/n.

“where the fuck were you at? how long does it take to wash off your hands? lunch is literally almost over.” she complains.

“sorry, i got caught up with something.” i sit down, packing up my lunch.

“were you crying? what happened? who said something?” worry immediately flooding her eyes.

“no one said anything. i’ll tell you later tonight, okay?”

“okay…” she furrows her eyebrows before going back to her food.

“oh, you forgot to button your pants.” she points.

i mentally curse myself as i quickly button it. i look back at her but my focus immediately went behind her. john stood there with his friends, laughing about whatever. john’s eyes looked around and landed on mine, a smile was quick to form on his face. he waved to me which made me smile and wave back. she noticed me waving and turned around.

“you’re talking to john? what happened when you were gone..?” she eyed me.

thankfully the lunch bell rang, everyone started to walk to class.

“like i said, you’ll know later.” i wink at her before getting up and going to class.

“y/n?! what the fuck does that mean?!”

[aishnico]

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺

» summary: you got accepted to college, while your high school sweetheart to a band. despite difficulties, could you make it work from now on?

» word count: 1.6k

» warnings: fluff to major angst, toxic relationship, mentions of alcohol and drugs, cheating, grammar issues

» part 2

''they accepted me to the band! can you believe that?!'' you looked at your boyfriend both with pride and joy. he was jumping on his spot. covering his nose and mouth with his hands. when he stopped you ran to him and held him close to yourself.

''congratulations! you can't imagine how happy i am for you, johnny!''

tears of joy fell from his eyes. he sniffed and gave you his heartwarming smile.

''thank you, baby,'' he kissed your hands and let go of them. ''you said you had news too.''

''oh, yeah...'' you hesitated at first, but decided to share it anyway. ''i got accepted, to college!'' you cheered. he couldn't help but gasp. "i knew it! i knew they were gonna accept you! i mean they have no reason to not accept you right? you're intelligent, hard-working, creative... you know what else you are?''

"hm... what?"

''mine...'' he whispered against your mouth and connected your lips in a passionate kiss. after a couple of seconds, you pulled off, smirking at him. he smirked at you too. he picked you up and rushed to the couch. you couldn't help but let out a squeak. ''johnny!''

he gently put you on the couch and went to grab his acoustic guitar. he then sat next to you and started to play 'sleep dirt' by zappa.

at the end of the song, his facial expression changed. like he realized something wistful. you sat closer to him. ''babe, what's wrong?''

''i just,'' he lowered his head ''i'm afraid of what if we break up in the future. you're going to be busy with your lessons, i'm gonna tour the country, the world. can we really make it work? i love you so much and don't wanna let you go.'' he now was looking at you with his worried eyes.

''johnny, sweetheart...'' you started to talk and held his left hand, caressing it gently. ''i, i love you too. so, so much. nothing will change it even if you're on the other side of the world. i always, always gonna love you. if we want to make it out, we both have to put effort into it okay?''

he nodded. after putting his guitar away, he hugged you tightly. ''i love you. you and you only. i'll do anything, i promise. i'll not let things between us fall apart.'' he let you go and kissed your hands again. he then intertwined your hands together. relaxing in each other's embrace until one of you had to go.

you tried, he tried,

but guess you both failed at keeping the promise you made to each other.

the first months after he joined the band were actually good. like nothing changed. him coming back to you every day after an exhausting day. but still had the energy to show his love to you. you, on the other hand, would show him your love for him in most simplest ways. like cooking, writing words of affirmation on little colorful papers, and more and more...

after a year, he got busier than he already was. coming home later than he used to. you would already have finished your assignments and chores, and even though you would be exhausted, you would still just pamper him with your affection. he then would be recharged and then it would be his turn to do it.

when they went on tours in the same year, things started to change. not every night, but he would call you when he could. talking about how's tour going, silly little things they do, asking about your well-being and college life, and also sending you pictures and postcards. you appreciated all of these. but still, the only thing you wanted was him.

and when he would return to you. you would try spending time with him, but you were busy too. you would expect him to understand you, and in response, he would just nod and leave you alone where you were. he would prepare meals -even though they weren't super tasty- and make teas for you.

sometimes you would wonder if you were the one who ruined things between you. because you would complain about the taste of meals and teas randomly (you never actually complained about them. instead, you always appreciated the things he had done for you.)

even after hours of working on your project, it just wouldn't finish. and you would get more and more frustrated. and often blame and shout at him for playing guitar in the next room.

there was a day when you failed the lesson that you were working on. that day, you snapped at him, yelling at him that the only reason you failed was him. he looked at you with shock, stood up, and left the house. little did you know, he was going on another tour and wouldn't come back for a couple of months. when you looked at yourself in the mirror, you saw nothing but a monster. you were just overstressed.

why wouldn't he understand you? maybe because you wouldn't understand him either.

you didn't even know if you still dating. there was one year left until you could graduate. so you got more busy. him too. when they went on their world tour, he would call you less, like once or twice a week. talking and answering your questions with a couple of words. you would get irritated and decide not to call him unless he did. after that, you didn't talk for two weeks (flea or chad must have talked with him about it). you then started to talk more often. although most of the time he sounded drunk. you were glad to talk with him again.

one night, when you were working on one of your projects, you got a call from john. ''*sob* babe?'' once again, his voice sounded broken. ''...john..? are you alright?'' you asked him. ''no, nooo! of course i'm not!'' he yelled to you and you were thinking of ending the call. ''i... i missed you. i missed you so much that it hurts, that's why i'm not alright!'' you couldn't help but feel upset. he was your boyfriend after all, right? you sighed, ''i missed you too john, i don't even remember the last time i've ever seen you.''

''oh baby, don't worry. i'm going to fix. i'm going to fix everything. i promise.'' he sounded desperate. you couldn't actually believe his words. how could he think that he was the wrong one? you frowned. ''you are drunk, aren't you? how many bottles have you consumed?'' a silence occurred. ''hello??'' you suddenly heard anthony's voice.

''you forgot to ask one thing, it's 'how many bottles have you consumed and how many syringes have you injected into your arm!''' you then heard his laugh.

you hated yourself. you hated yourself because you didn't realize that he was lying about his well-being all the time. tears were leaking from your eyes.

you swore you could forgive him, and you were ready to apologize for all the bad things that you've done to him sincerely.

they were in california again. you were so happy to see them again, especially your boyfriend. he promised to talk with you seriously once he returned. you were happy more than anything. you knew they were at their usual place. so you got ready, put slightly make-up on yourself, and left.

you entered the bar while smiling to yourself. after looking for them, you only found chad. ''heyy! it's been a long time isn't it?'' he cheered while hugging you. you hugged him back. after a couple of seconds, he pulled away. looking at you, confused. "weren't you already here?”

you looked at him confused too. "noo, i just got here..? and where's everyone?" he started sweating. "chad, what's going on?" he didn't answer so you passed him and started to look for them. after a couple of seconds, you regretted coming here.

you regretted giving a chance, both to him and yourself. you regretted thinking about you two could be as before.

you remembered his words when he said them a couple of years ago. "i love you and you only." guess that was just a lie, no, a broken promise

john's sleepy eyes turned to you. after that, his eyes got wide. looking at you and the woman who was next to him and lying on his chest. it was clear that she gave him lipstick marks over his neck and chest. maybe over something else too, who knows?

"[name]! i thought, i thought you w—"

"you didn't think shit with that shitty head of yours." you interrupted him and went to the exit. you knew he was running behind you. you were both outside now, ignoring him totally.

"pretty please liste—" "i'm not your 'pretty', i'm not your anything!" you shouted at him and felt like your eyes got filled.

"that's not an excuse to cheat john! cheating never has an excuse!" you couldn't hold yourself now. tears were leaking from your eyes.

"i was ready. ready to talk with you. ready to apologize to you for all the bad things i did to you. i was ready to forgive you. because i still love you god damn it!"

he was crying too now. he took a step forward to you but you went a step back. he looked at you with heartbroken eyes. "believe me or not, even after all of this, i still love you too. i knew we were both fucked up in our own situations. but i didn't want to let you go because i love you. please..."

he sounded so pathetically. you remembered chad's words when you met. but still, it wasn't an excuse to cheat. when you saw an empty cab, you lifted your arm to him and it stopped before you. before giving john an opportunity, you entered inside. he was hitting the window, and trying to say something. but you told to the driver to the destination you wanted. fading away from his eyes.

[pearlnchains]

any john frusciante requests?

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.4- Get Away

Summary: The start of some bullshit

Warnings: Smoking, profanity, drug usage

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Day 4, 1986

“who the fuck-” Y/n groaned to herself as she sat up from her bed.

Walking towards the noise bursting through the house, Y/n saw the boys layed out throughout parts to the house. Izzy and Axl on the couch, Steven on the floor, Slash no where to be seen & Duff and Mandy were probably in their room.

“Of course i have to get up” The girl said as she heard the harsh knockings getting harsher, hearing a mumbled voice calling out.

“What” Y/n said as she flung open the door, Y/n was the crankiest person alive when she was forced to wake up, so this better be fast.

“You. You fucken bitch” A random girl said pointing at Y/n.

“Who the fuck are you” Y/n said furrowing her eyebrows angrily.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” The brunette said getting up in Y/n’s face.

“Yes i would like to fucken know” Y/n said in a annoyed tone.

“Listen here bitc-” The girl said pointing at Y/n

“No you listen, who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here” Y/n said, trying to stop herself from throwing a punch.

“Don’t talk to me like that you fucken whore” The door girl said, charging towards Y/n

“what the-” Y/n said, quickly reacting and throwing a punch right at the girls nose.

The unknown girl grabbed Y/n by the hair, pulling it.

What a fucken mistake.

Two things Y/n hates:

1. People waking her up

2. People pulling her hair.

Feeling a sense of rage flow through her body, Y/n started hitting the girl with as much force her body can muster.

“You fucken bitch” Y/n said, raising her voice as she threw the brunette on the floor, her body looming over hers as she threw more punches.

“HEY WHAT THE FUCK!” Duff said, pacing towards the two girls fighting.

“what the fuck” Axl grunted out as he rubbed his eyes, watching the wwe scene unfold in front of his eyes.

“Fuck” Axl said, eyes widening when he realized who the girl fighting Y/n was.

Duff grabbed Y/n by her armpits and yanked her off of the girl, eyes rolling when he also realized who it was.

“What the fuck Erin?”

The girl, now named Erin looked towards Axl

“What do you mean Axl?” She yelled, still on the floor

“We break up and you fuck another bitch? really? and on top of that you hide her at fucken Duffs house!” She exclaimed, getting up.

“I’m not fucking him dumbass.” Y/n rolled her eyes, still being held by Duff

“I wasn’t talking to you!” Erin said, stomping her foot on the ground.

“I don’t care who you were talking to, i’m just letting you know i’m not fucking your boyfriend” Y/n said, rolling her eyes

Erin tried going towards the girl, only for Mandy to grab her arm.

“Why are you coming at me? Do you want a round two or what?” Y/n asked, trying to get out of Duffs grip.

“You didn’t even get me!” Erin yelled.

“Yea? So what’s up with the knox’s on your head?” Y/n laughed at the girl.

With that, everyone looked at Erin’s forehead, making a face when they saw the two bumps on the girls face.

“She got you good” Izzy said, now awake and quite amused at this situation.

“Let’s go Erin” Axl said getting up and grabbing the girl by the arm, slamming the door shut once they both walked out.

“Dude what the fuck” Y/n said, yanking herself out of Duffs grip, shaking her right hand.

“Y/n you shouldn’t be fighting people” Duff said rubbing his hands on his face

“What? she came at me” Y/n said furrowing her eyebrows.

“Look” Duff sighed “Just keep your composure next time”

“And what let her beat my ass?” Y/n said, now crossing her arms.

“Just calm down alright?” Duff said

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Whatever”

“What happened?” Slash said, rubbing his eyes

“Axls girlfriend just fought Y/n” Izzy said, turning his head to look at Slash.

“Yea and now Duffs getting mad at me” Y/n said crossing her arms looking up at her older brother.

“I’m not mad at you Y/n” Duff said, eyes softening at his sister, wondering what the hell she had to go through to be such a good fighter.

“You’re telling me i missed Y/n’s fight?” Slash said, voiced laced with disappointment.

“Yes” Izzy responded to the curly headed boy.

“Fucken lame” Slash said walking back into the bathroom, which is probably where he slept last night.

Y/n walked back into her room and looked up to the broken clock on the wall, reading the time 1:20pm.

“How the fuck is it already one” She mumbled to herself.

Looking at her bed, she saw her tape player pushed to the side of it, a smile graced her face, remembering she had made plans with John.

She picked up her duffel bag and looked for something to wear, changing into a pair of baggy jeans and a white, fitted tank. She also grabbed the tape with ‘Melvins Again’ written on it, and her lighter, and some money.

Feeling like she had too much shit to carry, she reached towards the very bottom of her bag and pulled out a smaller one shoulder bag (see here) and put everything in it.

Walking out of the room, she passed through the small living room, sighing when she heard Duff speak.

“Where are you going?” He asked with one hand on his hip, and she almost laughed with how much he resembled their dad, especially now.

“Just going out” She shrugged, giving him the same answer she would her parents.

“Just going out?” He said, raising his eyebrow. Y/n pursed her lips, “Yep. Right next door”

“And who’s next door?” Duff responded, crossing his arms.

“The person I met yesterday” She said, wanting him to just let her go.

“Hm” “And what’s this persons name?”

Now Y/n was the one crossing her arms, “Fru”

“Fru?”

“Yes”

“And is this Fru from the male species?”

“Awwwww Y/n has a boyfriend Y/n has a boyfriend” Steven sang, getting a death glare from both the McKagans.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend, I just met him”

“Aha! So Fru is a He” Duff said.

“Yea Duff, he is, is there a problem with that?”

“There is a problem actually, i don’t want you to go see him”

“What? He’s just a friend Duff” Y/n said, now getting upset.

“You can’t just have a male friend Y/n, this is LA” Izzy said, smoking a cigarette.

“Exactly” Duff said, nodding his head.

“God what the fuck” Y/n said, disappointment lacing her voice “It’s not like that, im just showing him some music from Seattle”

“Y/n, you haven’t even shown me the music from back home” Duff sighed, feeling a pang in his chest.

“I haven’t got the chance” Y/n shrugged “I’ll show you another day, but I already made plans with Fru so…” She said, walking towards the door.

“Whatever Y/n” Duff sighed

“Whatever Duff” The girl said as she left her brothers apartment.

“Dude harsh” Slash said, standing behind Duff.

“I feel like her coming here was a fucken mistake” Duff said running his hand over his hair.

“Relax Duff, it’s only been her fourth day here” Izzy said.

“Exactly, and i’m the one she’s least spent time with. I mean jesus she’s already going out with this Fru kid doing god knows what” Duff said, stressing out.

“You sound like a dad” Izzy said, blowing out smoke “Just trust her alright? She seems like a good kid”

“You say that right after she got into a fight”

Izzy laughed “You’re right, it wasn’t her fault though, put some trust in her Duff”

“Okay” Duff sighed “You’re right. Y/n’s a smart girl.”

“Man i can’t believe i missed the fight” Slash sighed sadly.

“It was a really good fight Slash, she could really throw a punch” Steven said

Slash shook his head “Don’t make me feel worse Stevie”

*

John jumped up from his couch when he heard his door knock, heart fluttering since he knew it was Y/n. Embarrassingly, he had been sitting on the couch since the moment he woke up, doing absolutely nothing while he waited for Y/n to come over.

“Hey” He smiled, out of breath.

“Hey Fru” Y/n said returning a smile, looking at the flushed boy standing in front of her. “You’re not gonna believe the fucken morning I had” She said rolling her eyes, entering his apartment.

“Should we smoke first” John laughed, looking at Y/n’s back.

“Absolutely” she turned around, smiling at him.

They both walked to Johns room, Y/n leading the way as if this was her place, and John smiling like an idiot behind her.

Y/n silently watched John as he pulled out his box and started to crush up the buds.

“Have you aten?” John asked, looking up at her.

“No, not yet. We should go get something to eat” She said, shuffling on the bean bag she was sitting on.

“Where do you wanna go?” John said, now rolling up a joint.

“Like if i know any place here” She lightly laughed, looking at him.

He laughed, “Right” “What do you feel like eating?”

“Not sure. Donut?” She furrowed her eyebrows, now craving something sweet.

John nodded his head, “Okay, I know a place we could go”

Y/n just smiled as she saw him light up the joint.

“Did you bring the tape?” John said passing it to Y/n

Taking a hit, she responded “Yea, where’s your tape player?”

“Right- hold on” he grunted as his arm reached under his bed “Right here” he smiled.

“Okay take thiss” Y/n said handing the j back to him, grabbing the tape player from his hands “And i take this”

“Am I gonna like this?” He asked as he watched Y/n put in the tape

“I saw you have some germ vinyls, so I think you’ll like it.” She said as she pressed play.

“And if you don’t-” She said, inhaling the smoke, “Don’t say anything. It’ll hurt my feelings” She smiled at him, watching his face concentrate on the music.

*

“I like them, honestly, they were really good” John said with his mouth full.

They had finished smoking and listening to the tape (which sadly only had four songs in it), and traveled to the place John said he knew (they had to take a bus), and were now sitting here talking and laughing like idiots.

“Did you really?” Y/n said looking at him, searching for a hint of dishonesty.

“I did, really, i was actually gonna ask you if i could keep the tape.” He said, looking slyly at her.

“Of course you can! I have the real thing back home” She said, thinking about her friends back home.

“What’s that genre called anyways? it’s not metal right?” he asked her

“Nah it’s not metal” she said, chewing her donut “They call it grunge”

“Grunge?” he asked

Y/n took a sip out of her milk carton and just nodded her head.

“I still can’t get over the fact you payed” John suddenly said, rolling his eyes.

“We’ll get over it Fru, you let me smoke your weed, this is how I repay you.” She smiled at him

“Yea yea yea” “Hey you mentioned something about your morning” He said, suddenly remembering what she told him earlier in the day.

“Holy shit, I completelyyyy forgot to tell you what happened”

“So what happened?”

“Okay, so tell me why” Y/n started, rolling her eyes when she remembered everything that happened today in the morning.

She made sure to not leave a single detail out of the story as she told John, who had a shocked expression on his face the whole time.

“So she just came at you? Just like that?” He said

“Yes! and Duff had the audacity to tell me to control myself” she said, crossing her arms to her chest and laying back on the small booth she was sitting in.

“That’s some bullshit, you had to defend yourself” he said “I was wondering why were knuckles were purple, i thought i was just high if i’m being honest” he laughed, watching her laugh right with him.

“Dumbass” She said, rolling her eyes. “Also, I left my cigarettes at your place, do you have them?” she asked.

“I actually do me lady” he said, “Left them on my nightstand, we could just go back and get them”

“Cool, we could go back later though” She smiled at him.

*

Y/n and John spent their whole afternoon together, laughing and walking around the streets of LA, arms clutched together.

“I had a lot of fun today Fru” Y/n said as they stood on the staircase of his apartment complex.

“Yea, I did too” He smiled down at her, looking into her tired eyes.

“Sucks i have to go” She sighed, squinting as the setting sun got into her eyes.

“It’s okay, we could hang tomorrow? There’s actually a band I wanted to show you and their performing tomorrow night” He asked nervously.

Y/n smiled, “Fuck yea I wanna go”

“Okay cool, come over at 8pm” he smiled at her.

“Will do sir Fru, I’ll see you tomorrow alright?” she said, walking down the steps.

John laughed, “Okay then, see you later alligator”

“That’s never gonna work Fru!” Y/n called out as she walked towards the complex next door.

John just stood there with a smile on his face, watching Y/n disappear through the front door.

Y/n walked through the door of Duffs apartment, weirded out to see that no one was home.

“Where the fuck is everyone” she mumbled to herself, Mandy was usually home at this time, but even she wasn’t here.

The young girl just rolled her eyes and went to her shared room, being taken aback by what she saw laying on the floor.

Slash, passed out, with a needle in his arm.

“Shit Slash” she said as she rushed to the curly headed man, quickly but carefully taking out the needle in his arm.

She then lightly slapped his face a few times and repeatedly said “Slash wake up”. And he wasn’t waking up.

But this not being her first rodeo, with so much heroin use in Seattle, she knew exactly what to do.

She grabbed Slash by the legs, and dragged him to the bathroom, which was very difficult considering Y/n was not the most athletic person.

Y/n managed to get him in the small bathtub, and turned on the cold water. Grabbing the shower head, she sprayed some water in his face, making sure not to drown him though.

But he still wasn’t waking up. “Slash” she said, now raising her voice. The poor girl was now starting to get scared, putting her finger under his nose she made sure he was still even breathing.

Slapping him with a bit more force now, she continued to call out his name.

Spaying him with more water, she threw the shower head down. “Shit Slash wake up” She said, now using both arms to shake him.

After giving him one more hit, he slowly opened his eyes.

And Y/n let out the biggest sigh of relief.

As she turned the water off, Slash slowly came to the realization of what just occurred.

“Shit Y/n” He said, voice hoarse.

“Slash” She let out a laugh “Scared me there” she said sitting back down on her knees, looking at the soaked, curly headed man in front of her.

“Sorry” he said, letting out a cough.

“Don’t worry” she smiled “Lets just get you out of this fucken bathroom”

Y/n helped Slash get up, much to his dismay, but let him dry up and get dressed alone in their room.

The realization of what had happened hit Y/n while she sat alone, now feeling completely uneasy, was it really the same everywhere? Was she ever gonna get away from fucken heroin? She thought to herself

Slash came out with nothing but a pair of boxers and a shirt on, sitting on the couch, right next to Y/n, taking her out of her trance.

“Sorry about what happened” Slash quietly said, feeling sense of guilt course through his body.

“Don’t trip about it Slash” Y/n shrugged

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell Duff” She smiled.

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Yass chapter four😍😍🤞🤞, could you guys believe Slash’s audacity😒 Oding infront of the hmg Y/n!!!

Anyways hope you guys enjoyed 😣. Im honestly not sure how i feel about this chapter

[larissaligus]

“I have experienced too many hard and painful things to worry about a potential disaster, especially at a time in which everything is going well. Man, I’ve been through such shitty times that I’m cheerful even when things are going wrong. You can imagine what I am like when things are going well.”

John Frusciante

[mickgaydolenz]

I feel like modem Peter would really like John Frusciante, this song in particular fits his vibes ✨

oh my god i can fucking totally see it dude. imagine him doing a cover of it!!!? he’s so into it his eyes are closed and at some point while he’s filming the guys just come and watch him because he’s just nailing it. and then peter finished and opens his eyes and scREAMS 😂