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berzahoes · 6 months

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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.”

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frusciantehoe · 1 year

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Lay me down in sheets of linen

You were standing near the stage during the chili peppers gig, and although John was one of the best guitarists you had heard, this gig wasn’t his best.

First, his guitar strap broke off his shoulder, in the middle of a solo. He had gone from being tilted back, eyes closed and lips parted, to an awkward, fumbling man in the matter of seconds. Not the worst thing to happen, but you wouldn’t have liked it.

Next, his pedal board stopped working. you could see how frustrated and upset he was becoming, he seemed so excited for this gig, and you were so happy for him, pressing kisses all across his face backstage before they started playing, it hurt to see this all go wrong for him, you knew how much of his soul and energy he put into every single performance.

Lastly, a string snapped on his main strat he was playing, it was like he snapped too. You could see the rage in his eyes as he stormed off stage, ignoring the pleas from Flea, Chad and Anthony. The crowd began booing him and the band, or begging for them to come back. It was too much.

You followed after him, trying to catch up to his giant strides. You were extremely worried, your mind racing with thoughts of what he could do, or more specifically what he would. You were never scared of john, no one was once they really knew him, he was such a gentle man, even though he was apart of a band full of overly macho men, and their macho fans. Once you got to know him, he was the sweetest and kindest man you had ever met, he would do anything for you, and you would do the same for him.

“John-“

“Just go away y/n, please, i need to be alone”, he replied, leaving before you could answer and locking himself in his dressing room.

You stood outside for a few minutes, alone, once again. You didn’t know what to do. Should you knock? Should you leave him be? Should you go get the others? Your thoughts were interrupted by loud footsteps and yelling.

Anthony was fuming, obviously. When would he ever miss an opportunity to criticise your boyfriend? He pushed past you, practically shoving you against the wall!

“Greenie, get the hell out here, now, you fucked up our entire set!”, he yelled, pounding on the door.

“Man, calm down, his guitars acting up, you’d be pissed too in his situation”, flea retorted, “John, come out, we can still go finish the gig”

You knew how much John hated when Anthony called him greenie. At first you thought it was just a playful nickname, like how everyone calls Michael ‘flea’, but you soon realised it was a way to make John feel small and inferior. Anthony would often do things like that, he would call John weird, or a freak, or just be a total dick to him, because he knew he could get away with it. It enraged you.

After more yelling for a few moments, from anthony mainly, John opened the door and pulled you inside, before quickly shutting and locking it again. He looked so frustrated and upset with himself, it broke your heart a little.

“Johnny, it’s okay, it was just a few mistakes”, you spoke softly, cupping his face with your hands and kissing his forehead.

“No, its not, i’m such a fuck up, i cant even play properly anymore”

“Don’t you dare say that”, you quickly countered “you’re an amazing musician, even bowie made mistakes, it’s natural and human, johnny”

He pulled away again, for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight, you hated when he shut you out, all you wanted was to help him feel better.

He was quiet for a bit, while you awkwardly stood at the door, once more not sure what to do, why was this so complicated?

Slowly, you walked over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders from behind and resting your head on his back. neither of you spoke, you didn’t need to.

Your hands slipped down his back slowly, feeling his skin and muscles. You always loved the way he looked without a shirt, who wouldn’t? The way his muscles gleamed from his sweat and the reflection of the lights on stage, or how soft his skin looked while you lay on his chest after the two of you made love.

“Let me help you”, you whispered to him, moving so you were standing in front of him. He nodded slightly, and if you weren’t so focused on him, you wouldn’t have noticed at all.

His hands came to rest on your waist, and yours were in his hair. Slowly, you leaned up and kissed his jaw, then both his cheeks and finally your lips met in a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed and you kissed for a few moments, relishing in the moment.

People might think that being with a “rockstar”, you were constantly fucking, which wasn’t true. Being on the road you rarely had any time to even kiss for more than a few minutes, and fucking in a bathroom or very quietly while Anthony Kiedis is snoring on the bed beside you gets old very quickly.

His lips moved more firmly against yours, and you backed towards the vanity, hands moving out of his hair and down his chest.

“John..”, you whispered against his lips, squealing as he picked you up suddenly and gently set you on the vanity. You instinctively spread your thighs so he could come closer, your dress riding up over them. His lips moved from yours to your neck, pressing kisses to your skin and sucking bruises into the muscle.

“You’re so beautiful, especially in this dress, baby”, he whispered, pulling the straps down your arms and the neckline down past your soft breasts. John always knew how to make you feel good about yourself. About the size of your thighs, or the curves of your hips and waist, or your nose. He made you feel like the most prettiest girl in the world.

“I know, it’s your favourite”, you smiled at

him, your lips parting as his wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. Your hand rested on the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked on your tits. He slowly moved down, kneeling in front of you and pushing your dress up over your hips. He looked at your panties, seeing you had soaked through them in the centre.

“You’re soaked”, he cheekily stated, looking up at you with a grin on his face.

“Please, John”

“I know, sweetheart, I’ve got you ”, he leaned down so his head was between your silky thighs, pressing his tongue flat against your clit through your panties. You gasped sharply, trying to stay still at the sudden contact, your hips failing miserably as they instantly bucked up against his tongue, causing him to let out a quiet groan.

He slowly slipped off your panties, his eyes falling onto your pussy for a moment, then back up at your face. His eyes were full of intensity, that you couldn’t put your finger on what he was feeling. Suddenly you felt very small and insecure.

“What? Is something wrong?”, you quietly whispered, worried that you had done something wrong.

He quickly shushed you, bringing his hand up to your velvety smooth folds and pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles over the bud.

“You’re so, so beautiful, it makes me go crazy”, he whispered back.”I can’t wait to see you cum”

Your breathing picked up a bit, hands flying into his soft brown locks as he buried his face between your thighs, teasing your entrance with his tongue while his thumb continued to rub your clit. You bucked your hips up again, closing your eyes and whimpering quietly as he pulled his thumb away from you and slowly flicked his tongue over your clit.

John always put your pleasure before his, not just sexually but in every day life too. He would have you cumming on his fingers for the third time before he even had his boxers off, which you both loved and hated. By the end of him fucking you, you would be completely exhausted, barely able to cuddle for a moment before you practically passed out in his arms.

He rubbed his tongue over your clit in slow circles, holding your hips down as you rutted up against him. John brought his fingers up your thigh towards your entrance, rubbing over it with his fingertips in time with his tongue.

Your moans grew louder and higher as he applied more pressure, fingers gripping onto his hair while you whispered his name just loud enough for him to hear, loud enough so he was the only one who would hear you say it this way.

“John, I’m-“, you moaned out, arching into him as his lips sucked on your clit. Your thighs trembled and you threw your head back, the pressure in your stomach becoming to much to hold back

John didn’t pull back for a second, letting you ride out your high on his face. After a moment, slowly he pulled away, pressing kisses up your inner thighs, stomach, breasts, neck all the way to your swollen, plush lips. You kissed him back weakly, already tired from him eating you out.

He slowly pulled away, looking at you with such love and affection it made you feel weak.”I’m sorry for being such a dick earlier, it’s just.. well, you know how much this means to me.”

“I know, it’s okay, i would’ve done the same probably”, you softly whispered back, reaching up to cup his face.” I love you”

“I love you too, sweetheart”, he replied.

He leaned down and rested his forehead against your cheek, his hands caressing your bare waist while yours moved back into his soft brown hair. For a moment you were both quiet again, bathing in each other’s presence and warmth. You wished it could be like this all the time, that you could both live in your shared bed, with only a guitar by the nightstand to accompany you two, that’s all you needed. Each other and music.

Your hands moved down to his shoulder blades, hand’s caressing his skin while your lips found his again. You sat up from the vanity and held his hand gently, leading him over to the couch by the door. He sat down and pulled you to him so you were standing between his legs, stroking his hair as he rested his head on your chest. “You okay?”, you questioned quietly, moving your fingers through his hair soothingly. He nodded, humming in response to you and burying his face in your chest. You moved onto his lap and held the back of his head, kissing his lips.

John melted into you completely, his hands wandering down your body to your hips, pulling them to his own. This is just what he wanted needed right now, the tour was putting him under so much stress and pressure, playing shows night after night. All he wanted was to be in your arms, to feel your soft, tender hands in his calloused, hardened ones.

“I love you, I love you, I love you”, he said, over and over again, moving his hips against yours the tiniest bit. You could feel how hard he was getting in his pants. His hand’s pulled away from your hips to unbuckle his belt and pull down the fly of his jeans.

You glanced down at his cock, it was leaking tiny beads of precum, the tip was almost red.

John lifted you up a little bit so he could line himself up with your entrance, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he did.

“Ready?”

“Mhm, please, johnny”

Slowly and gently his cock slid into you, causing you to wince at the stretch. You and John had sex many times before, but it always hurt a bit, he always made sure to be as slow and careful as you needed, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“You okay?”, he whispered against your ear, pushing his hips up a little bit more until he was fully inside, biting back a groan.

“Yeah.. god, you can move now, johnny”, you practically whined back. Your hands moving to grab onto his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin. John slowly moved his hips upward into you, drawing a moan from your lips. John rested his head on top of yours, quiet pants falling from his mouth as he slowly moved faster.

Your bodies moulded together perfectly, like you were one, two souls faded into each other. You both knew everything about one another, every thought, secret, idea. You were the reflection of each other, in good and bad.

Your mind came back to the present, to his body against yours and his cock inside you as he moved a little harder. He kissed your neck and gripped onto your ass gently. You moaned his name, hands running through his hair and fingernails scratching over his scalp lightly.

“Look at me, sweetheart, cmon”, he moaned out, wild strands of hair sticking to his forehead. You looked up at him, trying desperately to keep your eyes open.

“So pretty, so good, so beautiful”, John breathed out, his eyes locking onto yours as he started fucking into you faster, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough for you to find small circular bruises on them the next morning. You tossed your head back and moaned higher, eyes closed and lips parted. You felt the familiar warmth in your lower stomach building up, causing you to grab onto John’s shoulders to steady yourself, whining out about how good he made you feel.

“Let go, baby.. fuck, cum on my cock”, John groaned and snapped his hips up into yours, his jaw dropping as he felt you clench around him. He looked up in awe as he watched you hit your peak, hands cupping your waist to brace you.

He moved his hips faster, satisfied that you had your own release but now he was craving his own (although he would’ve loved to see you cum all night).

“Cum inside me, please John”, you whispered against his shoulder, sweet moans escaping your lips as his cock hit all the best places.

His eyes practically rolled back once he came, jaw clenching and grip tightening on your waist, groans and moans coming from his mouth. You kissed him and he kissed you back with all the love he had in his soul. Slowly you pulled away and rested your head on his chest, tracing the tattoo on his left arm with your fingertips, like he was a painting. He was all art and music, even his body was covered in it.

After a few moments of soft words and kisses, you got off his lap with shaky legs. John quickly got up too and grabbed a few tissues, kneeling in front of you and holding you steady as he carefully cleaned you off.

“Thank you”, you spoke, biting your lip as you looked down at him, shivering at the feel of his hands caressing your thighs.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart”, he smiled up at you, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh, causing you to giggle before he got up and kissed you on the lips.

Your hands cupped his face once more and you pulled away from the kiss, looking at him with a small smile.

“Wanna go fix your guitar string?”, you said.

“Sure, as long you let me play later”, he replied, a grin on his face again.

“Hm, maybe”

Of course you would.

#john frusciante #red hot chilli pipers #rhcp #john frusciante fanfic #john frusciante x reader

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frudoo · 5 days

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Frudoo’s Masterlist!

Everything I’ve written so far!

Obviously, I’ll update it when I write more.

Here’s a gif of Fru himself just because I love him (he has nothing to do with what I write… like… whatsoever but ENJOY HIS FACE ANYWAY)

OKAY OKAY here are my works 🫶

Spice level is determined by number of chili peppers (teehee):

1- suggestive 🌶️

2- mildly smutty 🌶️🌶️

3- smut 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Fluffy fics will have a cloud! ☁️

Angst will have a lightning bolt. ⚡️

John Price:

Dad!John ☁️

Simon Riley:

How he kisses <3 ☁️

Johnny MacTavish:

Goddess 🌶️🌶️

Like a Stone ⚡️/🌶️🌶️🌶️

Kyle Garrick:

Silk and Ivory ☁️

König:

Headcanons ☁️

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gnrbitch · 1 year

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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

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slxyangel · 4 years

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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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dissident-vedder · 4 years

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- in a week ( 𝐀. 𝐊. )

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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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granddelusions · 7 months

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SUMMERBOY (JOHN FRUSCIANTE)

summary: you and john spend the night together before he goes away on tour again

warnings: smut (porn with very little plot) 18+

your boyfriend had the entire summer off from touring.

the summer in question was spent traveling around to little beach towns, fucking in hotel pools after hours, and lying on the beach, hands intertwined watching the tides turn with electric ladyland playing on the stereo. you couldn’t ask for anything more, besides another month spent only with your love.

however, tonight was the last night of your little vacation. tomorrow evening, john was going back on tour for a month, in another country no less.

you and john decided after going out to a nice dinner to go right home, upon john seeing how short your sundress was. he assumed your choice of attire was purposeful — he was correct. the 10 minute car ride back to your house felt like a half hour. by the time he pulled you through the door, he had you against the wall, teasing his fingers along your wet pussy, entirely ready for him and eager for wherever the night would lead.

it was so, so fucking hot —- it really was the middle of a blazing california heatwave, the worst one in years— and you begged for sweet release, beads of sweat glistening on your face while john pressed kisses along your neck, softly repeating your name like a prayer.

john eventually worked his kisses down to your stomach and inevitably your panties, ripping the white lace and flicking his tongue over your clit, making you scream. his tongue became more forceful, and the insertion of his fingers into your cunt had you a crying mess already.

“so wet, baby. i’ll take care of you.” he said, murmuring against your slick cunt.

the build-up in your stomach became even more intense and strong; you knew you were cumming from just his fingers and his tongue soon enough if he kept talking like that.

“all yours, johnny. fuck.”

“you’re doing so well, baby, just let go.” he groaned.

and you did, crying and screaming and moaning his name so loud you had a feeling the neighbors may bitch you out tomorrow morning.

he pulled away from your pussy to take a look at you, practically fucked out already, mascara runny and hair a mess.

“cmon baby, i wanna fuck you just right before i go away again.”

he carried you to the bed and removed your sundress, letting your breasts go free and brushing his fingers along your hardened nipples, making his cock twitch in his pants.

he unzipped his pants, letting his cock — dripping with pre-cum — out of his boxers. he kissed your breasts and swirled his tongue around your nipples, leaving bruises and marks that you’ll fantasize about and long for once he leaves you again.

once you positioned yourselves and john stroked himself a few times, he slowly began to press his cock inside of you, leaning down to kiss you on your lips, his fingers still wet with your juices now caressing your cheeks.

you whimpered.

“you alright, sweet girl?” he asked you gently, a hint of concern on his face as his eyes made their way to the bulge forming in your stomach. he always adored seeing you filled with his cock.

“‘mmm okay, johnny. just fuck me, please.” was all you could muster out in your state of bliss, grabbing a hold of his long dark hair, now drenched in sweat.

“gonna miss this, honey.” he murmured, his cock starting to pick up the pace and thrust harder into you.

you moaned against his hair. “

“johnny, don’t go, please please please don’t go.”

he noticed your pout, which regretfully only made him arch his back and bury his cock deeper into your cunt, making you squeal, tears now streaming down your face.

“i’m sorry baby, i love you so much, it’ll only be for a few months — look at me.”

he grabbed your jaw, his eyes piercing into you.

“okay?”

“okay, johnny.”

“now cum for me, baby, alright? be a good girl, honey.”

his thrusts became rougher and quicker, his fingers entangled in your hair.

“you want me to fill you up, sweetheart?” he groaned, his own orgasm imminent.

at this point, you could only nod in agreement, your need to unravel leaving you completely dumbstruck.

you came all over his cock in a sobbing mess.

you laid back on the pillows — your beach curls completely ruined — as john unloaded inside of you, his cum leaking out of your cunt and all over your thighs.

after he softened and pulled out of your dripping cunt, john leaned over to the side of the bed to grab a towel, cleaning you up and lazily pressing kisses along your stomach, making the both of you laugh.

“i’m so proud of you, baby. you did so well.” he praised.

he took you in his arms, still naked and drenched in sweat. any negative thought about john’s leaving you was completely diminished by his hazel eyes completely immersed by your nude body.

“these were the best few weeks of my life, sweetheart. i mean it. i hate to leave my favorite girl again.” he smiled, caressing your cheek and kissing your lips again, softer this time around.

you relaxed against him, laying your head against his chest.

“promise you won’t forget me while you’re on tour and all those girls are flashing their tits at you?” you said, your lips still tingling.

he pressed a kiss on your bare shoulder.

“not a fucking chance. i’ll be thinking about this every night.” he whispered against you, his one hand reaching for your cheek and the other grabbing your hip, just slightly grazing your ass. you could finally smile, totally relaxed.

you both still had the summer, after all.

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aishnico · 8 months

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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."

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aishnico · 6 months

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#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

summary: your daughter and your ex-husband planned to spend weekend together but their plans changed because of the weather

word count: 3.1k

warnings: fluff, some ex-couples drama (?) because i feel like a bitch :P exes toooooo... 🌚 grammar issues ‼️

a/n: i haven’t write anything for a while so i think my writing gets bad but i tried my best :)

“did you prepare your bag?” you asked your daughter while checking the refrigerator. you heard a yeah! with a cheerful tone. she then came down from the stairs and stood near you.

“will you come with us?” there was hope in her voice and was looking at you with insistent eyes. you just smiled. “honey, it's your weekend. spend some time with daddy.”

“but i want you beside us! why can't i spend my weekend with both of my parents?” she pouted and looked away. you sighed and squeezed her shoulder. “baby, we spent time every weekend of the past month together. i'm pretty sure john wants to spend time just with you and nicole.”

she stood before the window, checking the outside. “i don't want to see her.” she muttered. you frowned. “what do you mean? she treats you badly or something?” she didn't answer or look at you. “i'm not letting you go unless you answer me, young lady.” you stricted your tone.

“it's not that; it's just... every time i tell her what we did three of us together, she gets kinda... hurt and mad. it makes me not want to talk to her. i think she dislikes me.”

you didn't know how to answer, honestly. you and nicole had nothing against each other. she was just the second wife of your ex-husband, and you were his stepdaughter's mother. you and your ex-husband also had nothing against each other. you weren't jealous or something. it was his life, his happiness.

that was something you were saying to yourself all the time.

but deep down you wouldn’t lie if you said you missed him. not only his presence on weekends, you romantically missed him too. the more he was at your side, the more you caught these feelings. but he wasn’t yours, not anymore.

you separated your ways in a good way when your daughter was only six. it didn't cause anything bad to her, though. although by law, he could spend time with her on weekends, he would still come on some days of the week.

“maybe she feels like that because she misses you and wants to be with you too? people can get jealous.”

“but she's not my mother. i want you and dad by my side all the time. a couple of days isn't enough for me. why can't we always be together? why did you two separate anyway?”

you sighed. “sweetheart, we've already talked about this many times. sometimes pe-“

your words were cut off when you heard the ringing bell. your daughter immediately rushed to the door and opened it. she gasped when she saw your ex-husband opening his arms to her. she then jumped on him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “daddy! i missed you!”

“i missed you too, princess.” he responded with a sweet tone and kissed her cheek. it made her laugh. “it tickles!”

“did you miss me too?” you teasingly asked him while leaning to the doorframe. he smiled. “of course i did. it's nice to see you, [name].”

“same, john. are you hungry? i think you should eat before the trip. she was waiting for you.”

“yes, he's hungry! now let's get inside!” she got off him, held his larger hand compared to hers and started to drag him inside. you chuckled and closed the door before going to the kitchen.

“and then she just wrote an F on my paper while the teacher wasn't looking.” john gasped dramatically and looked at her with shock while lifting his eyebrows. “no way she did that...” he then rolled his eyes playfully while taking a spoonful of soup. “she did! she just hasn't liked me since i caught her taking a pencil from a girl forcefully, and then i returned it to her. her name is lindsay by the way.”

“eat your meatballs, sweetie; they're gonna get cold.” you smiled at her and leaned your head onto your palm. she nodded and after eating a couple of them, she continued. “then i told the teacher what happened but she said i was just mad because of the result. and then lindsay stood up and told the teacher what she saw. she grabbed my paper from her and checked herself.”

“and what've you got?”

“a B!!”

he kicked his hand and stretched out his arm toward her. when she understood what he wanted to do, she did the same. and when they had struck their fists, they opened their hands while moving their fingers and then stretched their hands backward, saying ''ba la la la'' to each other. they laughed and you smiled at them for understanding the reference. it was a scene from an animation named big hero six. you remember the day when this movie came out. you and john took her together after school. she was hyped about it for months and was completely joyful that day. she loved the movie and was glad that you two took her together there. after the movie, they went to his house, spending the weekend together and with his wife.

after the meal, your daughter went to her room to check on something while john was sitting on the couch, playing a riff on his acoustic guitar. you smiled and sat next to him, listening to him without saying anything. after a few seconds, he put the guitar in the case.

“it sounds lovely; is this a new song of yours?” you asked with curiosity. he shook his head as no. “not really. i don't plan to work on it seriously or release it. i just thought what can i play on the camping night tomorrow.”

“i bet she would fall asleep in seconds.” you chuckled, thinking of your daughter. when she couldn't or didn't want to sleep at all, john would play one of his calming songs and soon she would fall asleep.

he laughed at your comment. “yeah”

there was a silence between you two. not an uncomfortable one. you remember what your daughter told you before he came. so you decided to ask him this.

“so, how's going with nicole?” you didn't want to rush immediately.

“oh, very good. i took her to the camel concert on wednesday, she loves them now.” he replied with a cheerful tone. i thought she wasn't into progressive rock, you thought inside. “i'm glad she loves them now.” you replied.

he nodded. “if we're talking about love life, is there someone you're interested in?” he asked. you chuckled and shook your head. “i don't have time for it. i'm so busy these days. coming home later than usual. i'm glad that she understands my situation and is patient about it.”

“you can leave her at our home if you worry about her.” he suggested. “thanks, but no need. i don't want it to seem like i drop her off at your house like i don’t care about her.”

“we wouldn't think like that.'' he said while furrowing his eyebrows.

''oh yeah, then what about nico—“

you didn't finish your sentence when you heard the heavy sound of rain. you both looked outside the window.

"oh shit..."

"this is not good..."

then your daughter came down from the ladder. "i'm ready!" she cheered.

"um, sweetheart..."

"what? did something happen?" she asked. you both stood aside from the window so she could look outside. she rushed next to you and her face dropped. "oh no!"

"i'm so stupid, i should've checked the weather earlier." john muttered and palmed his face. you caressed his shoulder. "it's not your fault."

"what are we gonna do?" your daughter asked worryingly. he caressed her hair. "we'll think about something. i'm not going anywhere." he then planted a kiss on the top of her hair and she wrapped her arms around his waist. you couldn't help but smile at the sight. you turned your head to the coffee table and saw a bunch of CDs of disney classics. “hey, how about watching a disney classic until the rain stops?”

your daughter got excited immediately and smiled widely. “yeah! i wanna watch the ariel!” she turned her head toward her dad. “daddy?”

he returned the smile. “sounds great, angel. but only if you let me braid your hair while watching. i learnt a new style.” she giggled and then nodded.

it was almost 9 PM. you were knitting while john was unsuccessfully braiding your daughter’s hair. she wouldn’t complain about that, though. instead, she would appreciate that. but for now, she’s busy reacting to the movie.

you looked through the window. you hoped that it would finish like an hour ago but no, it’s raining like cats and dogs. tomorrow is gonna be sunny in the afternoon, they say. they probably would go camping tomorrow.

at the end of the movie, when the mermaid and the prince get married on the large ship, your daughter made an “aww!” sound.

“in the future, i want to marry like that too!” she added with a cute voice. you and john looked at each other and smiled awkwardly. she then turned her face back toward you.

“how you did get married? i forgot.” she suddenly asked and managed to catch you two off guard.

“um well…” john started shyly, “we didn’t do a big and fancy one. we did a small and a cute one in our backyard where only our close ones joined. it was a both hilarious and wonderful day for us.” after he finished his sentence, he looked at you, smiling sweetly.

“wait, you mean this house’s backyard?!” she asked with wide eyes. you nodded, laughing at her reaction. “wow..."

“great memories happened there and inside the house. the first day we bought this house together, the first time we decorated here, marrying here, announcing my pregnancy when your chili pepper uncles were here, making a nursery, the first day we brought you home from the hospital, your first words, first walk…” you lowered your head and smiled to yourself like an idiot.

neither of them said anything. they just looked at you, surprised. your face flushed. “ahem! i guess i talked too much. young lady, you better prepare for sleep. weather reports show that tomorrow’s weather will be better than today’s. so you two can probably go outside. sleep early, wake up early!”

“but it’s only 9 PM!” she protested. “honey, you’re not an adult, you’re only ten. it’s not good for you to stay up late. and daddy is not going anywhere.” you reassured her caressing her back. she looked at him worryingly. he just smiled at her and kissed the top of her head.

“what if i would sing and play some songs that i haven’t shown anyone yet to you?” he suggested. she clapped her hands quickly and giggled. she hugged you and planted a wet kiss on your cheek. “good night, mommy. i love you.” you chuckled and did the same to her. “good night, sweetheart. i love you too.” he then took her into his arms after hanging the guitar case on his back, kissing her cheek and making her giggle again. her hair loosens and finally the braid disappears.

you watched them climbing upstairs. you deeply exhaled, got up from the couch, and started to tidy up the room. your face even flushed more for saying those things minutes ago. john must thought that you missed him and wanted him back. it was true though

you sighed and sat on the couch again. you bent your knees and buried your face on them. after sitting there for minutes in silence, you heard someone’s footsteps coming close to you. you knew it was john.

“feeling tired?” he asked while sitting next to you. you straightened up and fixed your hair. “not at all,” you replied.

“putting her in bed gets harder and harder.” he sighed and playfully rolled his eyes. you chuckled at him in return. “imagine how i deal with her every night.”

he laughed and you two remained silent for a couple of seconds. not sure what to talk about. you remembered your conversation about how busy you were recently and were coming home later than usual.

“so, we were talking about…”

“you were saying something about nicole.” he finished your sentence.

“yeah, today our daughter told me something. something that makes nicole mad, hurt, and indifferent.”

he furrowed his eyebrows. “and what makes her like that?”

“… every time she tells her something we three do, she becomes like that. is she… jealous or what?”

his eyes got wide open and lifted his eyebrows. he didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. “i, don’t know what to say…”

you remained silent again, but an uncomfortable one. you both knew you were hiding something from each other. your feelings for him were developing and hurting you since you started to see each other more than usual, spending time like the real family you were. but you weren’t sure how he would react to this. he probably would take your daughter to his house and spend time with her and his wife at the weekend. and wouldn’t want to see you unless it was necessary.

“the truth is,” he started. “i lied to you. we’re not good with her. indeed, we broke up with her months ago. now i’m trying to divorce her. and she didn’t like camel. we’ve been fighting for a while. and day by day, our relationship continued to collapse. both of us couldn’t make it out to work anymore. she started to dislike things i adore, disrespecting me, my talents and my projects, talking behind my beloved angel. saying things that actually would make her feel hurt. this was the last straw for me. no one can say bad things about her. she’s my everything.”

“what about me? don’t i mean anything to you anymore?”

he jumped from his seat and got closer to you. “no, no that’s not true! how could you not mean anything to me? you’re the mother of my daughter, after all.”

you looked away and smiled sarcastically. “yeah, it’s just th—“

“and my real love,” he held your hands. “the only real person who can understand me completely. knows me inside and out. knows what i want, what i need. knows to when giving me a space and when to hold me while i cry on her shoulder. is sweet with words but does not always say them to everything i work on. when i work on a project, she can say the part she didn’t like or the part that needs to be worked on more. or she would just love it.

when our relationship got more serious, i knew you were the right person that i would spend my entire life with. i knew that you were the only woman who i wanted to have children with. you know we divorced over something stupid. i was prideful, thinking that i was the right one. didn’t think about my own mistakes and choices. then i thought i found love again. but it wasn’t the real one. i didn’t feel to her what i felt for you. i was still prideful, not wanting to admit these… but i guess i couldn’t hold these so much longer.”

he gulped and lowered his head for a second. then looked at your eyes again. “i still love you, [name]. i still love you like the first time i saw you in a record shop while i was looking for king crimson’s records and you were geeking about how steven wilson was a genius to the shop owner.”

“oh, john…” you felt that your eyes got filled with tears and started to leak out rapidly. he smiled and wiped them away with his thumbs. “i hope you feel the same way, but i think you lied to me when you said you had no interest in someone. there’s someone for you, right?”

you nodded and smiled to yourself. “yeah, there is someone for me. someone who’s been for a lonnngg lonnngg time. i think you know the answer.” you looked at his face again with a smirk. with realization, he grinned and you two just laughed.

“i started to catch these feelings from the time we would spend together more than usual. i just couldn’t get you off my head.”

he played with your hand, caressing it gently. he then took your arm to his cheek. placed his head on your palm.

“i believe this time we can make it out work. after i deal with this divorce things. do you know how much she wants for alimony?”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “how much?”

“almost 70k!”

“the hell?? you don’t even have a child or something?”

“i’m saying like! i’m not paying this amount of money to her every month.”

“we’re gonna deal with it together, i don’t care.” he chuckled at your words, then lifted your hand and planted a soft kiss on it.

suddenly you heard your daughter’s footsteps from downstairs. “mommy, daddy, will you sleep with me tonight, please?” she pleaded. you and john looked at each other sweetly. “of course we can.” he said while standing up and stretching his arm for you. you smiled and gave your hand to him. you three went to her room while he was holding your hand.

she was lying in the middle of the bed between you and john for about a couple of minutes. you looked at your beautiful daughter. she got her brown, wavy hair from her dad while she got your eyes.

“mommy wants you to tell something about tomorrow.” john said to her with a grin.

“about what?” she asked. you could feel she soon would fall asleep.

“tomorrow, you’re going to camping. and i’m coming with you.” you replied to her question with an excited tone. her eyes were almost closed but she smiled widely.

“yay! i knew mommy would go with us after all.” she yawned and you looked at each other with john. you both nodded and kissed your daughter’s cheeks at the same time. “good night, angel. we love you so much.” he told her before she completely fell asleep. she smiled wider. “i love you two so much too. i feel so happy and peaceful right now.” finally her eyes shut down.

“you always will feel like that.” he whispered in her ear then looked at you. grinning like a little child.

“so, are we dating or..?”

you shook your head. “we can’t date until you two divorce. she can cause a drama like you’re cheating on her or something, you know.”

“yeah, but our relationship ended months ago.”

“and you didn’t tell me about it…”

“well, i didn’t know your feelings about me and didn’t know how you would react so…”

“we’re gonna talk about it later. now, good night johnny.” you smiled and closed your eyes.

“good night, love.”

love… the nickname you’ve been wanting to hear for a long time. only by him.

you knew things weren’t gonna be easy from now on. but at least you both know how you feel about each other and want the three of you to be together.

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granddelusions · 6 months

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IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH ME - JOHN FRUSCIANTE

john frusciante x reader!

warnings: VERY VERY BRIEF talk of smut, but besides that enjoy this fluff i wrote instead of working on finals <3 18+

“hey, you awake?”

you groaned in response. the crowd tonight in california was louder than usual. hometown show.

you were grateful for your fans, sure, but you’ve been left with a pounding headache that was not accompanied well when you take into account the four belligerent men you happened to share the tour bus with — not to mention the beers you pounded with chad right after the gig.

it was 2am and they’d finally started to settle down until john, the guitarist and the most reserved of the four, peeked into your little crevice of the bus, tapping on the wall to get your attention.

“my head hurts.” not even a yes or no reply, just unintelligble drivel into your pillow.

you heard him laugh, inching himself closer towards you and sitting down on the side of the pull-out bed.

“well, i thought you did great tonight.”

john told you this every night. since the beginning of the tour two months ago, without fail, he’d compliment you. in the past week, you started to notice that he’d began to compliment you more and more on your outfits. your eyes. your hair.

at this point you’ve turned to face john. even in the dark, you could still make out all of the features that have made you fall in love with him — like the fucking idiot you were.

similar to how john marveled at you, you couldn’t help but admire him right back — his dark eyes, his long, curly hair, and those fingers, always battered and bruised from his guitar playing.

“well, i’m opening for the best band in the world… i do my best.” you finally replied with half lidded eyes, giving him a smile and a tired thumbs-up.

all of a sudden, he grabbed your hand. this was new. he brought it to his cheek — also new. at this point, you sat upright, letting john’s hand drape over your own as you readjusted on the bed.

“you know i was the one who suggested you for the opening act?” he admitted, letting his thumb trace over your own hand.

“are you fucking with me?” you said.

“no, god no… i think you’re incredible. i know i tell you that all the time, but i’ll keep doing it. you have such a talent. jesus christ, everything about you …”

he trailed off, looking you up and down. his eyes were dilated, the size of the fucking moon. in that moment, the mood changed.

you smiled.

“— is just fucking incredible.”

he pulled you in, throwing his arms around you and pressing your lips together.

his lips tasted like cigarettes. yours tasted like cheap beer and you wished you’d have taken an aspirin before your tourmate was grabbing your head and running his fingers through your hair. as he worked his kisses down to your neck and bare shoulders, you felt your nipples harden as his hands worked their way towards your breasts.

“johnny?” you finally said, breaking the silence between your moans.

now slowly pressing kisses atop your sensitive breasts, he looked up at you.

“mmm?”

“how long have you wanted this?”

he took your face in his hands, gently pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“your song.”

“my song?”

“the night i met you. when i saw your show at the troubador and you played that cover of your song. you on stage with that guitar — no one’s ever looked more beautiful. that passionate.”

your foreheads pressed together.

you could feel john tense up after his confession. sweat beads dripped down his face and his hands, intertwined with yours, were trembling.

“do you want this?” he finally said.

you nodded. you wanted all of him. you’ve wanted him since the two of you had met.

and now those dark eyes? that long, curly hair, and those fingers, always battered and bruised from his guitar playing? they want you too.

you pulled yourself onto his lap. nestling against his shoulder, you whispered softly in his ear.

“john frusciante, you don’t know the fucking half of it.”

he relaxed.

“i’m all in. but for now, all i want is sleep.”

respecting your sudden wish to sleep off your headache — the beers you had surely weren’t helping it— he started to get up from the bed, but you grabbed his hand.

“wait. johnny, will you lie down with me?”

#john frusciante #john frusciante x reader #john frusciante fanfic #rhcp #red hot chili peppers #red hot chili peppers fanfic #sorry the formatting is kinda weird #im just a college student that writes rhcp fanfic in her spare time #anthony kiedis #flea #chad smith #alternative rock #rockstar gf #lana del rey

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aishnico · 8 months

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#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺

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

» word count: 1.6k

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

» part 2

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

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

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

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

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

"hm... what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

you tried, he tried,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"[name]! i thought, i thought you w—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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aishnico · 8 months

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#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝟮)

» summary: you were engaged and you felt like you were betraying a part in yourself. and one day, you bumped on someone who you thought you would never see again

» word count: 1.9k

» warnings: angst TO FLUFF

» inspired by sarah jio's always novel.

» part 1

— january, 1998

''listen, i already talked with them today and nothing changed. they ask for too much. i mean, we are talking about a hotel's lobby. and the view of it is not beautiful! ugh... you know what? let's just do it in our backyard, yeah? what's wrong with that? it's more beautiful than that stupid lobby. okay okay, let's talk when i go home. you aren't at home? okay then, i'll just wait for your arrival. bye.''

you hang up the phone when you finish talking about your ideas about wedding places to your fiancée. you two weren't the richest people, but your fiancée wanted something really fancy like when rich people get married. you, on the other hand, wanted a small and simple wedding.

you graduated from college a year after you left john. you sold your house when you found yourself a roommate, brenda. she was going to be your bridesmaid in your wedding now. and you were lucky to find a job after your graduation. you met there with a handsome yet squeamish man. you were chill and hilarious, and he was your exact opposite. you've still found him funny in your ways. and what do they say, "opposites attract." maybe because of that you are engaged now.

dating him was like a dream. he would help you with chores, pay for dinner, buy whatever you wanted, willingly go out to new places with you and more...

but sometimes you feel guilty when you're living your comfortable life. because you would wonder about john. he was a drug addict after all. the only things you knew about him currently were that he left the band five years ago in the middle of their world tour and released a solo album two years later. where and how was he? what was he doing right now? was he still alive..?

brenda was willing to help you with the wedding organization. helping you to choose your wedding dress and wedding cake, searching places where you'd like to have the wedding. she called you and said that she found new places you'd like. you agreed on meeting at your usual coffee shop. after almost twenty minutes, you both were there. hugging each other like you haven't seen each other yesterday. you both ordered your coffees and sat in a suitable place. she took off photos from her bag and put them all on the table.

''so, i found three new places that you both may like. they are at hotel's but they have excellent views, trust me.'' she showed you the first place which looked like a wineyard. second was just in a high place, and the view wasn't the best. and the final one was the best one for you. you already forgot the past two places. it had a huge oak tree in it, maybe it was over 200 hundred years old.

she started to give you information about each place. but you couldn't help but stare at the magical tree, it looked like from your dreams. but you couldn't marry him there. you didn't want to admit yourself that he wasn't worthy to marry there

''hello?? [name] are you even listening?''

''yeah yeah, i was thinking about the first one.''

''oh really? i thought you were gonna choose the last one.'' you just smiled at her and concentrated on what was she saying.

after sitting there for forty minutes, you said goodbye to each other before going on your ways. when you were close to the bus station, you bumped into a man and he fell. you gasped and immediately kneeled next to him. ''sir, sir are you okay? i apologize, sir? sir!'' the man groaned with his raspy voice and opened his eyes, looking at your face. you were concerned about him, knowing nothing about what to do.

when you looked at his face closer, you realized he looked familiar to you. but where was he from? he was so skinny, his hair was long and greasy, his lips were dry and ooh, those big pretty brown eyes... you would recognize them everywhere and anytime.

"john..?"

he looked at you for a couple of seconds. he then got up and started to walk opposite to you. you too got up and ran after him. "john, john it's me, [name]! don't you remember me?" you tried to grab his arm but he flinched.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. can we just talk, please?" you pleaded. he was looking at you strangely. you smiled to yourself. "i wasn't really expecting you to remember me."

"how can i forget you? you're one of the things that didn't fade away from my mind."

you took him to your house to ask and talk with him about million things. but he wasn't looking good. so you decided to heat him soup. his hands were kind of shaking and when he tasted the soup, he finished it within seconds. was he hungry, or just hadn't tasted homemade food for a long time? you were watching him in misery. your eyes suddenly moved to his arms.

"what... what happened to your arms?" your voice was shaking. he looked at his arms. "oh i, got them after my house got burned." you said "sorry" in a quiet tone.

when the atmosphere got comfortable, you asked him your questions in order. choosing careful words to not hurt him.

about forty minutes have passed. "it... it was really nice to see you again [name]." he smiled at you. you smiled at him too "same, goes for me." he

then noticed the pictures of you and your fianceé. "you're married?" he asked.

"i'm engaged. we’re planning to marry in august."

"oh, congratulations then." he smiled at you. but you could feel sadness behind it. "thanks" was the only answer you could say.

"well then, I should get going." he stood and started to walk to the door. you walked behind him and stopped him.

"john," you gently held his arm. making him look at you. "you said yourself that you don't wanna live like this anymore. you're hurting yourself both mentally and physically," you then gently caressed his scars. "i, i don't want you to join the '27 club'. you're too young to waste your life. i'm sure that your old bandmates think about that too. we all don't wanna see dying." you gulped. "let me help you."

his eyes were filled now. he shut them and sobbed. then nodded. he hugged you tightly. your eyes too, got filled. you then hugged him back.

you found a program on a hospital named las encinas and registered him on it. you would visit him there often. and you would bring your record player and a couple of vinyls you both loved. you would sing, dance laugh together. your fiancée, on the other hand, wasn't really happy about you visiting and spending time with him. you would convince him that you were only doing these to make him better.

you also noticed he was healthily gaining weight. that made you happy, to see him getting better and better.

after months, he was finally back from hospital. the guys were joyful to see him healthily again. they asked him to join the band again. he was happy to reunite with them. and they started to record their new album, californication.

you were blissful for him. he deserved to be happy again. you felt like a heavy lift just left your body. no more hunting ghosts, you thought.

oh you were so wrong...

you still loved him. you thought hearts and thoughts faded away but they didn't. it pained you. it pained you because you were engaged to someone else. sure you loved your fiancée, but you loved john more. and maybe the thing you loved about him was his love for you, his caring. after you ended things with john, he was by your side when you needed comfort, a love...

you took a deep breath and shared your thoughts with your fianceé. you didn't understand if he was furious, heartbroken or understanding. he yelled to you while comparing himself with john. telling you that he was better than him. he then sat and started crying silently. then giving you an apologetic smile.

"i always loved you. i always loved your presence. i loved being your 'the true one' but guess i was wrong. i wish you nothing more than happiness. take care of yourself, [name]. and don't forget that i'm always by your side. even if not physically."

you hugged him before apologizing to him and thanking him at the same time. you were glad that you separated your ways in a good way.

one day, john asked you if you two could hang out in his house. you agreed on and went to his house. he then greeted you with a heartwarming smile, inviting you in. bell bottom blues by derek and the dominos was playing on the record player.

he cooked for you lasagna and brought a fine wine. you two sat across from each other and started to talk about each other's life, random things and music. after finishing the dinner, you helped him wash dishes. you two then sat on the couch and started to watch SNL.

then you realized that the record player was still playing. you turned your gaze on it. now it was playing layla. you smiled to yourself and went next to the record player. dancing like you wanted. john chuckled at you and after shutting the TV down, he went next to you. you two were dancing like idiots but who cared? you were having fun.

after the last song, you two sat on the couch again, laughing at each other and resting in comfortable silence. after a couple of minutes, he started to talk. "so july is nearly over." you sighed. "i didn't tell you, did i..?" he shook his head. you turned your gaze at somewhere else.

"we... no, i, broke off the engagement." he looked at you surprised. "why? did he do something?"

"no, i did."

"what did you do then?"

you shut your eyes, and took a deep breath. "i, i love someone else, john. and that someone else is you. i never stopped loving you. even after all the bad things that happened in the past, i just can't help it."

his mouth was wide open, and his cheeks got slightly pink. you didn't want to meet with his gaze, but he gently touched your cheek and turned your head to his.

"i never stopped loving you either. never. i feel myself lucky to have found you in high school, i've loved everything about you from the beginning. and felt myself shitty when i started to ignore you, not trying to understand you, lying to you and even though i didn't, it seemed like i cheated on you. i am deeply sorry for everything.

and i am deeply grateful for your caring. thank you for helping me. i never want things to become like that again. i don't want to lose you, not again. i want you to be on my side like i want to be in yours. can we try again?"

you genuinely smiled at him and nodded. wrapping your arms around his neck while crying. he hugged you back immediately. rubbing your back, telling you that if you keep crying, he will cry too. you laughed and let go of your arms.

he was caressing your cheeks genuinely and connected your foreheads. then connected your lips with his, starting a sensual kiss. a kiss full of sadness, longing and pure love in it.

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As can be - a part two to running away into you.

He had left, left you stranded in Japan with the band, like you were nothing. John didn’t even tell you he was going, you only found out from the shouting and chaos one night in the hotel in Tokyo. You walked down the hall to Anthony’s room, the door was already open and practically everyone was inside. The band, tour managers, even some roadies, most importantly John was there too. It sounded like they were all in the middle of a heated discussion, bordering on a fight.

“I can’t do this anymore, I didn’t sign up for this, it’s fucking bullshit man!”, John yelled. “I’m going back to LA, right now.”

“You can’t just leave, we’re in the middle of our tour, what the fuck is wrong with you? You’re destroying everything we built, greenie.” Anthony retorted.

It looked like something switched in John, something that made his body tense and his eyes darken. Greenie.

John walked over to Anthony and raised his fists, before Chad and Flea separated the two. Anthony was hurling insults at John, calling him “crazy” and a “stupid kid”.

Not so long ago, the two of them were brothers, hell, the whole band were brothers. But now it was different, John and Anthony hated each other, Flea was angry with them for hating each other, and poor Chad was stuck in the middle. Everything was crumbling apart, all of the closet people in Johns life had either left, barely talked to him, or hated him but stuck around because they had to. Except for you of course.

After a few moments of silence, Flea eventually spoke. “Can we all just sit down, think and talk about this?”. He looked over at John. “I mean, dude, this is a really big thing, you can’t just leave right before a show, it’s immature.”

“I don’t give a fuck, none of you give a fuck, I’m leaving.”, John stood up and walked out the door, right past you.

You felt everyone’s eyes on you, or straight through you and at the doorway where you stood. Everyone was silent, everything was silent and still, the exact opposite of the usual environment you had found yourself in over the years.

After a moment, you turned and ran down the hall as fast as you could to where John had gone. You found an elevator, but of course it didn’t work fast enough so you bolted down the stairs to the hotel lobby where John was, getting ready to leave. To leave you behind.

You called after him and weaved your way through the people waiting in line to check in. Eventually you caught up with him outside, where he was talking to one of the many taxi drivers outside the hotel.

You grabbed his shoulder and lightly pulled. “John, what are you doing? Come back inside, please.” You pleaded desperately. He looked right through you before shrugging your hand off him and getting into the cab. You tried to tell the driver to wait, just for a minute, just long enough so you could at least get a bag to go with John, but he drove off before you could even open your mouth, via John’s request.

You stood on the pavement, glassy eyes glued to the cab as it drove off. You prayed to anyone who would listen for John to turn his head around, see you and get out of the cab, but he didn’t. The cab drove down the busy street, until it was surrounded by other cars and you couldn’t see it anymore.

You felt empty, literally empty. The love of your life, the man you had given everything to for the past three years, your love, your life, your care, your body and your virginity, had left you, like he had never even known you.

…

Months had passed and you were back in LA. Flea had thankfully gotten you a ticket back with them, if he hadn’t you probably would’ve still been in Tokyo.

You had found a job at a record store. It was weird to be back working again, but nice. John provided for you when you were still together, he said you didn’t need a job anymore, and he wanted you to be by his side for the all the touring, so you quit your old job.

This job was nice though, you were always surrounded by music at home, so the store was like an extension of it. Plus you could talk to people about your favourite bands or songs. Sometimes a douchebag would come in though, spouting sexist nonsense about how a woman could never understand the intricacies of music. Little did they know you were surrounded by people who were millions of times better than they ever could be at playing whatever instrument they thought they were a god at.

…

It was a particularly slow day in the store. You had three customers come in. One was some punk guy, his hair was spiked up with gel, he was decked out in leather with chains all over him and a bad brains shirt on. He had bought a live album from the germs, one you remembered listening to one night with John.

Next, a young girl, probably 14 or 15 came in. She had smoky eyes, dark red lipstick, a short skirt with rips in her tights and an oversized cardigan on. Your favourite outfit, she looked so cool. She bought two records, bleach by nirvana and loaded by the velvet underground. John always played the latter, the two of you would dance to sweet Jane whenever you were cooking in the kitchen. It made your heart ache.

Lastly, for now anyway, an old lady came in, with a knee length skirt and a fuzzy sweater. She reminded you of your grandma. She went straight up to you at the counter and asked for your help finding a record for her husband, it was his birthday! You skimmed through the records with her for a bit until she found one, the perfect one. Harvest moon by Neil Young. She told you about how the two of them loved his other album, harvest when they were younger and newly married. She spoke of him so fondly and lovingly, her eyes glittering as she recounted all the memories of her husband. You wondered how two people could stay in love for so long, but then you thought about John again.

You wondered what it would be like if the two of you were still together, if nothing had changed. Maybe in the future, fifty years from now you could have been that old woman, talking to a younger one about the music that the two of you did everything together with.

Once Kathy (you found out that was her name) had gone, you were sat alone in the store. An hour or so passed, without anyone coming in, until a man with his hood pulled up and a thick jacket wandered inside. Odd for this time of year, it was boiling hot all day, you yourself had a tank top and shorts on, with the ac blasting, but it was still extremely hot inside.

He wandered around the store for a bit, mainly focused on the classic rock section and the punk section, before picking up three records and coming up to the counter.

You shot him a smile, but he didn’t see, at least that’s what you thought. His hood was covering practically his whole face.

You glanced down at the albums. Adam and the ants, the velvet underground and Jimi Hendrix. “Good choices.”, you spoke as you scanned the barcodes. He only grunted in response. Rude.

“Okay, that’ll be… $51.90.”, you said, packing the records into a plastic bag.

He got out his wallet and started placing bills out onto the counter, twenty, forty, forty five, fifty. Change went all across the ground as he started counting out quarters. You dove out to help him pick up the change and put it into his hand when you saw something. An asterisk on his right wrist, just like John’s.

You looked up to be greeted with the face of your ex boyfriend, eyes wide when yours met his.

“John?”, you spoke up after an agonising few seconds of silence. He didn’t say anything and pulled his hood back down before slamming the change onto the counter and grabbing his bag. You watched as he left, still in shock.

You were going to go out and follow him, to yell and cry and argue, but of course a sudden wave of customers came into the store, and you had to go back to your place behind the counter.

Eventually it hit seven pm, your shift ended and you had to close up the shop. You swept up around the floor, counted the money from the cashier, turned off the lights and locked the front door. It was such a nice night, the breeze was warm, the temperature had dropped a bit and the sun was setting in the sky.

You turned around to head back home, when you saw him sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. You didn’t know what to do, or what he wanted, probably to talk to you or get a quick fuck.

John got up once he saw you, bag in hand. His face was plastered with guilt and sadness. It almost made you burst into tears.

“Y/n im so sorry, I mean it, I’m so fucking sorry.”, he spoke. His voice was different, rougher and rawer, like he had been smoking non stop.

“It’s fine, i have to go home and eat dinner.”, you tried to walk past John but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him, so gently, like he was afraid of you shattering.

“No it’s not, I was a complete dickhead to you, I left you in a different country by yourself because I couldn’t handle something. I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me again, just please let me walk you home.”

You nodded and didn’t say a word. A lump was forming in your throat, and you knew if you said anything you would most definitely start crying.

You stood side by side as John started walking you home, hands brushing against each other occasionally but never locking together. The lump was getting bigger and harder to hold back.

After the worst silence you’ve ever experienced, not uncomfortable, just heartbreaking, you eventually reached your apartments door. You looked up at John, his hood was down now and you could admire his features.

“No.”, you thought. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

John was the first to speak, his eyes finding yours. “Well, I should head home now, it was nice seeing you again.”

He turned around to leave but you grabbed his wrist, making him turn his head to look at you. Tears filled your eyes and you felt like the lump was going to explode in your throat any second.

“No, stay, don’t leave me.”, you were trying desperately not to cry. “Don’t leave me again John.”

You flung yourself into his arms, your own hooking around his neck. John melted into your embrace, fingers clutching onto you so tightly. He didn’t want to leave you ever again.

You both stayed like that together for a few minutes, tears and sniffles and cries escaping the both of you. Slowly you pulled away to unlock the front door. Once it was opened John picked you up, hooked your legs around his waist and brought you inside.

“I’ll never leave you ever again, no matter what happens, someone will have to kill me for us to be separated.”, John whispered against your hair.

You nodded and clung to him, a smile forming on your face even though tears were still slipping down your flush cheeks. You looked up at him and cupped his face with your hands, fingertips tracing over his soft skin.

“Please just kiss me already.”, you whispered back.

John leaned down and captured your soft lips in his slightly chapped ones, he must’ve stopped wearing lip balm, you always reminded him to.

He carried you to your bedroom and carefully put you down on the bed. You looked up at him with a big smile on your lips, hair splayed across the pillows and blanket.

“You’re so beautiful, I missed looking at you in real life.”, John spoke, fingers tracing over the curves over your waist.

“Real life?”, you questioned, eyes narrowing in confusion and curiosity. You swore you saw his cheeks flush, something rare for John Frusciante.

“Oh um, I just liked looking at pictures of you when we weren’t together. I missed you too much.”, he stumbled over his words, voice quiet and soft.

Your heart melted even more. How was it possible to fall back in love so quickly and so deeply? Well, you never stopped loving him, you thought. And there was your answer.

You pulled John down and kissed him again, lovingly and desperately. You needed him, needed to feel him inside you, filling up your cunt to the brim.

Johns hand’s unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them. He broke the kiss to look at you, eyes soft and lips parted.

“You want me to fuck you?”, he whispered. You nodded quickly, thighs spreading almost instantly at his words. John sucked in a breath as he saw you had soaked through your panties at the centre.

He knelt down in front of the bed and wrapped his arms around your hips, pulling them towards the edge gently until you were almost hanging off. Your hands braced themselves on top of his head and you rested your thighs on his strong shoulders.

Sometimes you forgot how masculine John was, how strong his body was, whenever he yelled at someone or got angry, it always turned you on so much. Many times you both fucked in a dressing room after a gig on one of the bands tours, because some argument or fight happened, and you would pull John away, cunt soaking and inviting him in to soothe away the anger.

You snapped back to reality once you felt Johns lips pressed against your clit through your panties. His spit mixed with your slick until he couldn’t tell which one was making you so wet. John slid your panties off carefully before burying his face in between your thighs. His tongue was lapping up your juices, lips sucking on your clit until you were moaning for more, for his fingers inside you too, which he happily obliged, sinking two fingers inside your cunt knuckle deep.

He flicked his tongue over your clit and pushed his fingers inside you at the same pace, never faltering for a second. You felt the warmth in your tummy building and intensifying.

Your hands gripped onto his hair tightly. He’d finally grown it out after shaving it, the strands tangled around your fingers perfectly, like vines twisting around a tree trunk.

John started sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue over it at the same time while his fingers crooked up inside you, pressing right up against your sweet spot. You practically cried his name, thighs trembling and locking his head in place as you tried to close them.

He looked up at you and the sight almost made him cum in his pants. Your face was contorted in complete ecstasy, eyebrows scrunched up, lips parted and eyes shut tight. He groaned into your pussy, tongue rubbing against your clit harder and fingers pushing faster.

“Cum for me, baby. Let go and cum for me, I know you can.”, John spoke into your pussy. His fingers crooked right up into your sweet spot again and his lips sucked your clit hard, pushing you right over the edge. You cried out his name and bucked up slightly, thighs trembling even more.

John helped you ride out your orgasm, he pulled his lips off your clit and moved his fingers a little slower. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”, he praised.

Your eyes fluttered open after a few seconds and you looked up at John, your cheeks flushing as you saw him sucking your juices off his fingers.

“You okay?”, he whispered, lips pressed against your sweaty forehead. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum so hard.”

You swatted his chest weakly and he laughed, arms wrapping around your hips and pulling you against him. “What? It’s the truth!”

“Shut up.”, you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to hold back a smile.

“I love you.”, he grinned like a child, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I love you too.”

John leaned down and kissed your lips gently while he took off your top. Once your breasts were out his hands cupped them, thumbs tracing over your nipples. He pulled back to look at you.

“So much better than looking at a picture.”, he mumbled, mostly to himself. Johns lips sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue tracing over the soft skin while he moaned into your breast, he always loved them the most.

Your hands buried in his hair and you moaned his name breathlessly, drawing another groan from him. He shoved his hands down to his belt and unbuckled it quickly, before taking off his pants. You pulled away to help him take off his shirt, fingers dipping over the crevices of his abs and chest once it was off.

“Need you, need to feel you.”, he moaned out, lips finding your nipple again.

You nodded and stroked his hair, moaning for him to fuck you. John pumped his cock a few times while he sucked on your tit, whispering about how beautiful you were and how you were too good for him.

He pulled away from your breast and slowly guided himself into your tight cunt, making you wince in pain. He stilled once he was halfway inside, eyes locking on yours.

“You okay? You want me to stop?”, he whispered, praying that you wouldn’t say that. Of course he would immediately stop if you told him to.

You shook your head and gave him a shaky smile. “No, keep going, I’m okay.”

He nodded and slowly pushed in further, until he bottomed out inside you, groaning and stilling again to let you adjust.

“Fucking hell, I missed your cunt so bad.”, he moaned against your ear. He could almost cum right now, you were so insanely wet and tight around his cock.

“Please move, johnny.”, you whispered after a moment once the burn was gone. John drew his hips back until only his tip was inside, before driving them forward. He was moving agonisingly slowly, and you begged him to go faster.

He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. His hips slowly sped up and he groaned your name, fingers gripping onto the pillow each side of your head.

You felt your mind haze as the pleasure started to build up inside you, trembling and moaning for more, Johns fingers slid down to rub soothing circles over your clit as he fucked himself deeper into your cunt. His eyes boring into yours.

“Always so good for me, so fucking good, baby.”, he praised, moans and words mixing together into something that made his voice sound like it came from Aphrodite herself.

Your breasts bounced up and down a little each time John thrusted and Johns mind was instantly filled with images of you that he can’t help. Your belly expanding to make room for his child and your soft tits swelled up. He groaned at the picture.

“Wanna give you a baby, sweetheart. Fuck, will you let me?”, he groaned out, thrusting more forcefully.

You nodded frantically, a moaning, sobbing mess underneath him. “Yes! Please, wanna have your baby! Wanna be with you forever and ever, johnny!”, you sobbed out, cumming hard all over Johns cock.

John groaned and dropped his head in between your breasts as he pumped your cunt full of his cum until it was leaking out of you. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled out of you, groaning at the sight of his cum spilling out of your cunt.

“I’ll be right back, baby.”, he whispered and kissed your forehead before walking out of your bedroom. You watched as he left, a little bit worried that he wouldn’t come back, but then you thought back about what he said. He wanted to have a baby with you. A family.

John came back after a few moments, damp cloth in hand. You realised he just wanted to clean you up, and your cheeks turned red at the thought. He knelt down in between your legs and wiped off the cum from your thighs carefully, pressing kisses to your skin.

Once he was done he threw the cloth over to your laundry hamper and laid down beside you. You stroked his hair as he rested his head on your breasts, relishing in his presence again.

“You know, I’m sorry about everything, I love you, and I’m staying with you for the rest of my life.”, he whispered.

“I know, I love you too, johnny.”, you whispered back, lightly scratching your nails into his scalp.

His fingers traced patterns over your stomach as he looked down at it. John felt you fall asleep after a few moments and he closed his eyes too.

John was right where he needed to be, and he was never leaving again.

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