#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 ☆

Backseat- Johnny Knoxville ☆

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5 seconds of summer:

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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]

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

» word count: 2.6k

» warnings: fluff, small pregnancy talk, smut, oral & (fem! receiving) penetrative sex, breeding, grammar issues

“and there she is!” your husband, john announces while opening his arms to flea’s toddler, sunny.

sunny started to squeal cheerfully when he saw you and john. flea was holding her on air and using her like a plane. when he stood before you two, he slowly kneeled and made landing noises.

“say hi to uncle johnny and auntie [name]!” flea chuckled at her giggliness. “hewo!” she smiled with closed eyes.

“oh, sunny! i didn’t know you started to talk. i’m so proud of you!” john melted at her cuteness. he slightly raised his hand for a high-five. she looked at his hand for a few seconds then hit it with all of her will.

“ah!” he pretended like he was hurt by her action as the three of you laughed.

“she grows so fast.” you sighed as you watched john and sunny play.

“i know right? she even learned some curses,” he whispered into your ear.

“what?!” you slightly raised your voice. you looked at them and saw they were not even looking in your direction.

“shh! do not let frankie know about this, she’s going to kill me!”

“michael, we are going to kill you, she’s just a toddler!”

“shh, some shit happens.” you hit his stomach with your elbow slightly then raised from your seat and walked towards them.

“our little sunshine is growing so fast, what are we gonna do now?” you pouted and caressed her soft cheeks.

“she’s always gonna stay as our little sunshine. right, sunny?” john asked her.

she hummed and nodded. she climbed on his lap and lay in a comfortable position. “jowny!”

“aww!” he hugged her carefully to not crash her. you melted at the sight in front of you. there was no lie, john was really good with kids. Immediately befriending them in the moment when they just talk.

you grabbed your camera from your bag and positioned it to a perfect angle.

“john, sunny, say cheese!”

“cheese!” they said at the same time. after a couple of seconds, the photo was ready. sunny was looking at the picture with excited eyes. so you gave it to her. she looked at the photo for a couple of seconds, then turned her head to john.

“us?”

“yeah, us.” he caressed her head.

you wondered how he would be as a father. you both talked about kids and you were neutral about them. sure, they are adorable but you two are busy with your own work. that doesn’t mean you don’t want them.

“look at this curly, blonde hair and blue eyes, you just look like your father,” john said while looking at flea.

“hehe, you know clara too. i guess i have pretty strong genes.” he chuckled.

“that’s for sure,” you added. sunny turned her head toward you and made grabby hands to you. you giggled and got her from john.

“who’s our princess, who’s our pumpkin, who’s our little shining star?” you asked her while spinning her in the air.

“me!” she raised her hands suddenly. “indeed you are!”

“guys,” flea caught your attention. “i want to ask you for something.”

you and john looked at each other then turned your heads to him. “what is it?” john asked.

“john, you are more than a bandmate for me. you’re like my little brother. i enjoy every second i spend with you.” he then looked at you. “and you, [name], i’ll always be grateful to you for saving him. for bringing him to us again. you two are one of the few people i can trust in my life.

i talked with franny, she said she’s okay with it. i’m asking you, to be godmother and godfather to sunny.”

you were utterly in shock, not knowing what to say. you looked at john and he was in the same situation as you.

“flea, this is a serious decision. are you sure?” you asked him.

“one hundred percent. this is the proof of my trust in you. what do you say, john?”

“i-i don’t know. i feel so… honoured. i’m willing to protect her at all costs. but like she said, are you sure?”

“yeah! you two are pretty calm, collected, and trustworthy. i don’t know why are you so unsure. i’m sure you two would be cool parents.”

you looked down and blushed. not wanting john to see your pinkish face. he would make fun of you later.

“then i’d love to be her godfather,” john said with an endearing tone.

“great! you, [name]?”

“same goes for me.”

“excellent. we haven’t baptized her yet. so i’d like to see you guys there.” he got up and picked sunny from your arms. she was yawning and was ready to sleep in your arms.

“our little princess is tired already. i’m gonna put her to bed.”

“and we were just about to leave. right, john?” you smiled at him.

“uh huh. we’ll talk about this later. bye!”

it was evening already. you were washing dishes while john was drying them and putting them in their places. jazz music was playing in the background. it was a cozy atmosphere.

after you finished he offered you to watch a movie. you agreed and settled everything. the movie has started but you weren’t paying attention at all. your mind was still stuck at today’s events. how john was playing with little sunny, how gentle and caring he was with her. your cheeks reddened at this.

“is everything okay, love?” he asked you with a soft tone.

“yeah, it’s just hot in here.” you smiled and shoved the napkin away.

“is the movie boring for you? we can watch another or close..?”

“i’m fine johnny,” you snuggled to him. “let’s continue.”

“love, there’s clearly something bothering you. i can see that. just tell me what’s wrong.” he caressed your reddish cheek and kissed the top of your head.

“damn, you know me too well.”

“of course. i’m your husband, after all.” he gently held your hand and put a kiss on your ring while making eye contact with you.

“john, i want kids.” you turned your head to the other side with frustration. “i just can’t get out the moments we spent with sunny from my head. you were amazing with her. i couldn’t help but imagine how you would be around our kids. i was thinking about it for a while. but now, i’m 100% sure. i want it.”

there was a silence between you two. you closed your eyes and bit your lip. it was probably a bad idea to tell him about this. he was a rockstar, he can’t be around always. and you have your own work anyway.

he let out a sweet chuckle and wrapped his arms around you tightly. you opened your eyes with a confused look but giggled when he started to pepper your face with kisses.

“i was thinking about it too, for a while. i thought you weren’t ready so i never mentioned it. but whenever i see you with clara, sunny, or any other kid, these ideas come into my head again. we are both busy, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t have them. i can always spare time for you and i know you can do it too. we are financially stable, we accomplished most of our goals, traveled to new places, experienced a bunch of crazy things, and we have a long time ahead… i think we can try.”

“johnny,” you melted in every word, snuggled him closer, and wrapped your arms around him in response. “i love you so much. but i want to give them the best life. the best family environment they could ever ask for. can we really work this out?”

“we will, sweetheart.” he kissed the top of your head again. “if we want this so much, then we will. we will go to any parental classes, we will go to your appointments and i will be by your side during the birth. i swear, i won’t let you down. never again.”

your eyes got filled due to his words. him mentioning his drugful past and how he regrets everything about it made your heart clench once again. but you two covered from it. you were by his side and he did his best to recover. since that day, he never let you down. and you know he won’t from now on.

“and i love you too, sweetheart.” he wiped your eyes and started an emotional kiss. tasting each other’s lips without rushing, savoring every second. you wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him closer. meanwhile, he put his hands on your cheeks, caressing gently. almost afraid to break you.

things started to get heated when you started to suck on his bottom lip and play with his curls. he deeply inhaled and responded by doing the same thing to your upper lip. you accidentally moaned when he bit your lip.

“sorry,” he pulled away with an apologetic smile.

“it’s okay,” you replied while climbing onto his lap. “i think we should move this to the bedroom.” you teased him.

“yeah,” he held back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you to your bedroom.

after a couple of seconds, he kicked the door of your bedroom and slowly put you down on the bed. you spread your arms, smiling at him endearingly. he looked at you couple of seconds, admiring your blissful face.

“every day i wake up and thank god for seeing you by my side with this face,” he admitted before lifting your shirt from your body, and then unhooking your bra. he felt himself start to get hard when he saw her exposed breasts. sudden cold air made your nipples get hard and the way he was looking at you made your core wet.

his thumbs trace lazy circles around your hardened nipples, making you gasp and bite your lip. he smirked at your reaction then took your right nipple into his mouth while playing with the left one. he started to suck gently at first but your sweet whimpers and the way you rubbed your thighs made him increase his pace.

his plump lips moved on your torso, giving pecks here and there until he reached your shorts. he made eye contact with you while stripping your bottom half. the eye contact made you even wetter and you got embarrassed by that so you broke the eye contact.

“baby, look at me,” he demanded with a low voice. you gave up and stared at him again.

“there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, yeah? i just wanted you to be flustered,” he smirked then spread your thighs apart and gazed at your wet core.

“all this for me? i appreciate it so much.” he teased before continuing to give pecks to your clit. you gasped and arched your back due to the sensation. after continuing to tease you for a little bit, he shoved his tongue inside your needy hole.

you let out a whimper then held on to his brown hair, pulling him closer to your pussy. you’re gasping every second when more of his tongue slips in and out of your pussy, sliding a bit more each time and it makes your thighs shake and walls clench. and his beard pricking wasn’t helping any either. the area of his nose was already covered in your slick. he sure didn’t mind, though.

his thumb started to draw small sloppy circles. pressing down on your puffy clit while his tongue continues flicking inside in and out of you. it didn’t take too long for him to find your favorite sweet spot.

“johnny!” you managed to moan out his name as you basically started to ride his face. he hummed in amusement while increasing the pace of his thumb.

“i’m gonna cum— oh!” it was getting too much for you. your grip on his hair tightened as you let your body relax, letting all the tension leave your body.

he groaned at the taste of your cum. wiping every last drop with his tongue. wanting to taste everything you just gave him. after a couple of seconds he pulled his tongue out and panted loudly. his gaze turned to yours. he crawled on top of you while licking his lips before connecting your lips once again. making you taste yourself on his lips and taking your breath away once again.

it felt so hot when he was kissing you like there was no tomorrow while exploring your torso with his calloused hands. he entered his tongue inside your mouth. tongues swirling around in perfect sync.

you rubbed your thighs around his torso, signing him to give you more. he broke the kiss and stared at you with his big brown eyes, asking for permission. you smiled and gave him a peck before nodding. he intertwined your hands, one finger caressing your ring while he slowly entered you while making eye contact.

you both moaned quietly at the sensation. he stayed still until you told him to start to move. you wrapped your arms around his neck, meanwhile, he was pampering you with multiple kisses to ease your pain.

“you can move, johnny.” you declared by patting his neck twice. he kissed the top of your head before sinking deeper inside of you, inch by inch. you hissed and squeezed his hand. finally, he bottomed out inside you and started to move in and out of you.

he groans at how your tight, velvety walls are clenching and around stretching his hard shaft.

“you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” he breathed out while increasing his pace. you whined in response and threw your head back.

he lifts your legs, putting them on top of his shoulders and his back. the new position gave him access to fuck you harder. he grinds his hips roughly against you, the lewd noises of your sloppy cunt and your blissful face made his dick grow even more.

the heat between your bodies was too much. but when he finally found your sweet spot all of these didn’t matter, you wanted to receive all the love and pressure he was giving to you and chase your high. you gasped with mouth agape, pulling his face close to your neck.

“oh, johnny!” you cried out as you began to match his thrusts. you knew it wasn’t gonna take long for your upcoming release. he sensed it and rutted you repeatedly.

“wanna cum? go ahead, sweet girl. let it out for me once again.” he demanded with his low, husky voice. your toes curl, as you cum hard around his cock, walls squeezing and shuddering around him.

your cunt continued to pulse around his dick but his thrusts didn’t stop. however, your previous orgasm and movement of your walls increased his desire to cum. it was your turn to make him cum. so you whispered inside his ear. “c’mon johnny, cum deep inside me and give me your babies tonight.”

he lost it when those words left your mouth. he groaned and tightened his grip around you while you trapped his torso with your legs, pressing them around his back harder. thick ropes of cum entered inside your walls, painting your insides white. he trusted a couple of times to fuck his seed deeper into you.

he laid on top of you without putting his whole weight on you. both of you were trying to catch your breath. after a couple of seconds, he slightly raised, still not pulling out his cock.

“are you alright? do you want anything? water, towel, shower?”

you smiled shook your head as ‘no’ and pulled his face back to your presence. “i just wanna lay down with you. and then,” you stopped and whispered into his ear. “wanna ride you like there’s no tomorrow.”

he smirked. “oh, darling. i’m all yours tonight.”

[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

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"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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Surprise Visit- John Frusciante

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summary: y/n goes to visit john while they record their new album ‘blood sugar sex magik’ and things heat up.

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warnings: smut & not proof read

a/n: i need more ideas to write abt 😞😞

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i knocked on the front door of the mansion, nervous as fuck for some reason. i was here to visit my boyfriend who was making an album with his band. the door swung open and it was anthony and behind him was a camera.

“oh hey, it’s y/n! y/n is john’s girlfriend of what? like maybe 2 years?” he explains to the camera.

“3 years in a month.” i smile.

“lovebirds.” he jokingly cooed.

“yeah yeah, where’s john at?” i wave my hand at him and shove my way inside.

“he’s upstairs i think.” the man behind the camera said.

“probably jacking off.” anthony joked and laughed obnoxiously.

“oh fuck off.” i flick my hand at him and walk off upstairs.

i walk towards his room and eventually heard the soft strumming emitting from it. i quietly knock and the music stops before his door opened. he was shirtless, cigarette hanging from his plump lips. his face lit up once he saw my face, his eyes now gleaming and mouth into a wide smile.

“hey baby!” he exclaimed, bringing me into a tight hug.

“hey johnny.” i press a kiss to his neck, something he loves.

“come in, i’m just messin’ around with my guitar.” he stepped further inside to give me space.

i gladly stepped in and take my shoes off as the scent of cigarettes filled my nose. his mattress was on the floor and his bed sheets were all over. he had a pile of clothes in the corner of his room. i giggled at his messiness, something i miss. he moved into this mansion to record the chili peppers’ new album ‘blood sugar sex magik’.

“you just coming to visit me?” he asked, sitting back down on his bed.

“yeah, i miss you.” i sit next to him.

“me too. i promise i’ll be home soon.” he kissed the top of my head.

i rested my head onto his shoulder as he continued his playing.

“you wanna smoke?”

“i already had a cigarette on the way here.”

“i meant blunt.”

“oh, yeah sure.”

he nodded and stood up and went to his little dresser. he pulled out a baggie of blunts. he grabbed his lighter and lit the blunt. he brought it to his lips and inhaled. he then passed to me and i did the same.

“you have a beautiful view..” i hand him the blunt back and stand up.

i walk up to his window and stare outside, the soft california breeze hitting my face. i’ve always loved the wind so i just stood there like a dog in the sun.

“you make it ten times more beautiful.” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

he cuddled into me, resting his face in the crook of my neck. his hot breath tickled my neck, making me smile softly. we stood there taking in the sun and breeze, occasionally smoking. john eventually walked over to his vinyl player that sat in the corner of the floor and put on a random vinyl. we stood back in front of the window and swayed along to the music. he’d press little kisses to my cheek here and there, a smile present on his face.

“i love you..” he whispered.

“i love you too.” i whispered back.

he grabbed onto my hips and turned me around to face him. his face is breathtaking, every single part of it. his eyes are a beautiful dark brown, his nose is structured perfectly, the light freckles on his face, and his soft plump lips. those lips. i stare at him, in some sort of trance. he watched as i stared at him, smirking at me.

“you gonna keep staring at me or what?” he chuckles.

i snap out of it and look into his eyes, smirking a little. i lean in and kiss him, slowly and sensually. his big hand went to rest on my face, pulling me closer.

“i’ve missed you so bad…” he mumbles against my lips.

i understood his words and grabbed onto his strong bicep and squeezed. he quickly picked me up causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. he walked us over to his dresser but he had couple of beer cans on top. he grunted as he held me up with one arm while he used his other to swipe the cans off. he set me down onto it, never breaking our kiss. he pulled me closer to the edge of the dresser, hands pulling down on my shorts. i helped him shimmy them down my legs and onto the floor with the rest of his clothes.

“johnny…” i moaned out, grabbing onto him.

i usually grab onto his hair but he decided to get a buzzcut, making me miss pulling on his hair but he looks good with a buzz. i gently run my nails down his arms, feeling his muscles tense up at the feeling. john and i made love before but each time it’s always so unique and different. he slid his hand down to my underwear and shoved it aside, allowing his fingers to slid up and down my folds. i shiver at the contact and concentrate on his action. we heard loud laughing coming from downstairs, spiking up my anxiety. i used my foot to try and pull down his pants, eager for him.

“so needy..” he chuckles against my lips, taking a break from the kiss for air.

“please.” i beg.

he shoves his pants and boxers down, revealing his dick. he grabs it and wastes no time to slide into me. we haven’t seen each other in a couple of weeks so we need each other, asap. i moan out loud as he slides into me, throwing my head back. he moans lowly as he starts to thrust. the dresser started to hit against the wall, probably marking it. a rhythmic sound probably sounded throughout the house, alerting the guys to our actions. we heard ‘woops’ and ‘hollers’ coming from them, making us laugh.

“your friends are so stupid.” i breathlessly laugh.

“tell me about it.” he panted out.

he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me even closer to him, leaving me practically on the edge. i used one hand to grab onto the edge of the dresser, squeezing it so hard my knuckles turn white. john presses kisses all over my face, nipping lightly at the skin. i hug him closer to me, resting my forehead onto his shoulder. i was sitting on the edge of the dresser as he held me close. the sweat from my forehead slicked onto his shoulder, adding even more heat to his warm body. john’s hands slowly went under my shirt and to my boobs. he cupped then slowly and began groping them. my boobs fit perfectly in his large hands, like they were made for him. i didn’t hold back my moans, letting them fill the room. i’ve missed this, the closeness i’m feeling with john. the way our bodies practically melt into one another, the way we’re so in sync.

“i love you…” i heard him whisper, lazily pressing kisses to my sweaty neck.

i already know my shirt is soaked with sweat, something i’m not too worried about. suddenly the outside air blew in through the window, making our slick bodies chilled. goosebumps littered my skin as i gripped tighter onto john.

“john…please..” i cry out.

“you feel so good…i missed you..” he whined out.

his pace was already fast but he speeding up. there was definitely marks on the wall from the dresser, i was now falling off of it and john was getting too weak to hold me. next thing you know we suddenly move backwards and fall down. i yelp out in surprise as we land in john’s bed. we didn’t move for a second, looking at each other with surprised faces. we then bursted out laughing, john leaning up to press a kiss to my cheek. i wanted to continue our session so i start to ride him. he grabbed onto my shirt and took it off, throwing it wherever. he watched as my boobs bounced up with every bounce, skin slapping even louder than before. i felt my stomach turn with a certain feeling, my arms becoming numb with adrenaline.

“fuck-“ i gasp out.

i had my head thrown back whole squeezing my eyes shut to prepare for my orgasm. john’s hands roamed my body, groping every inch of me.

~john’s pov~

every inch of her body felt magical. i watched as she rode me, looking like a goddess as the sunlight hit her sparking sweat slicked skin. i felt so lucky to call her mine, so god damn lucky that she’s in love with me and not some other dude. i know she can do better than someone like me but i’m glad she thinks opposite, that she knows i’m the one for her. and i know she’s the one for me

~y/n’s pov~

i felt myself get closer and closer, moaning loudly like i was in some porno. all of a sudden it came crashing down, like a big wave. i halted my movements as i came all over him, placing my hands on his abs to hold me up. i knew he was watching me, studying my face as i came. i let out a deep sigh and sat there to catch my breath, but i knew we weren’t over with. john grabbed my hips and began lifting me up, thrusting his hips upwards as he slammed me down onto him. i whimper as my body becomes sore, throwing my head down as tears slipped down my cheeks. he felt them fall to his stomach, causing his own orgasm to approach quick.

“look at me..” he groaned out.

i listened and looked up, my watery eyes meeting his lust filled ones.

“so…fucking…beautiful…” he said in between every breath.

i knew he was gonna cum soon, his face beginning to contort. he slammed me down harder and faster onto him. i felt myself struggling to stop myself from cumming. i cry out and fall to his chest. he suddenly stops and cums inside of me, something he didn’t think about. he moans out as he fills me up, gripping my hips so hard. i close my eyes and lay against his chest to catch my breath. his chest rose up and down as he also caught his breath.

“you did so good, baby.” he rubbed my back, kissing my shoulder.

i only hummed back in response. next thing you know, the door burst open and in comes anthony and flea. the camera guy trotted in afterwards, pointing the camera straight at us. john was quick to cover us with a blanket.

“here folks is the result of when two people really love each other.” anthony explained to the camera.

“you guys were so fucking loud, man.” flea laughed.

“fuck off.” john spat at them.

“oh fuck john, you’re so fucking big!” anthony faked moaned, teasing up.

i hid my face in his shoulder and lightly blushed. i knew about their antics and i honestly wasn’t mad, i genuinely thought it was funny.

“seriously out!” he was getting mad.

i lifted my head up and looked at flea. he looked understood my face and nodded at me, telling anthony to cut it out. he complied and left the room, the camera man hot on their tails.

“fuck i’m-i’m so sorry..” he muttered.

he was clearly stressed out about the situations

“hey, it’s okay…” i kiss his cheek.

he slightly eased up a bit but not fully.

“i thought it was funny. who cares if they hear us, who’s the one getting laid? you, not them.” i point out.

he chuckled at my words, nodding with agreement.

“i’m such a lucky man.” he laughs in disbelief.

before i could even speak, he quickly perked up. i looked at him puzzled as he slowly lifted me off and stood up. he tossed me my underwear as he pulled up his own. i watched as he searched through his dresser.

“come here.” his back was still turned to me.

i stood up, still naked besides my bra. i didn’t care if the window was open, we were in the woods.

“what’s up?”

in a flash, he turned around and went on one knee. my eyes widened as i softly gasped.

“y/n, you’re the love of my life. i can’t imagine myself without you by my side the rest of my life. you help me through the thick and thin, understanding how my weird brain works. you understand my kinks and how to handle them. and i love you for that, i always will. i was planning on doing this more romantically but i felt like this was perfect time. it would mean so much if you’d say yes to being my wife. so, marry me?” he smiles.

i was too shocked to even speak, hands covering my mouth.

“mrs. frusciante?” i slowly speak.

“yes, to being mrs. frusciante.” he chuckles.

“yes! a hundred times yes!” i exclaim.

he quickly gets up and brings me into a kiss, pulling away to slip the ring onto my finger.

“woooo, congrats you guys!” flea barges in.

apparently they never really left, still secretly recording. i’d be mad but they caught a special moment for john and i.

the guys continued shouting but john and i just looked back at one another, excited to spend the rest of our lives together.

[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."

[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 😂