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aishnico · 9 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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pearlnchains · 9 months

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Hi!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too, john. "

#john frusciante #rhcp #red hot chili peppers #john frusciante imagine #john frusciante x reader #rhcp imagine #90s #anthony kiedis #flea #chad smith

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sbrown82 · 9 months

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I still don't get why Mick treated Marsha so badly. All that because she asked him for many and to take responsibility for their daughter when he was the one who asked for a baby? the things he did were beyond cruel especially when she helped him so much. Out of all his girlfriends they seemed to have the most in common but not sure the world was ready to see Mick jagger with a black woman

I don't understand what his problem is either. And she did EVERYTHING for him, everything! She loved him and he shit on her, for no real reason at all. Mick Jagger is a lunatic! Like, he was really out here doing the absolute most. What's ironic is he's the one who chased her, showed up at her damn house unannounced, asked her out, and begged her to have his child. She even asked him, "Is this really what you want to do?" And he said "Yes." The fool even made her take out her birth control and everything and then completely abandoned her. He's fucking crazy!!!

And it's true, they do have lot of things in common. It's unbelievable. They're both known for their long, wild hair and outrageous stage presence. Both are super educated (Marsha went to Berkeley in the 60s which was like the mecca and Mick went to the London School of Economics). He loves rock & roll, she loves rock & roll - they even both got their start with the exact same guy, Alexis Korner in England. They were both on this free-love, bohemian lifestyle when they met and neither of them ever really wanted to be married. Don't even get me started with the amount of friends that they share. Literally all his friends ....are her friends too!

Elton John with Mick and Marsha:

Sting with Mick and Marsha:

Roger Daltrey from The Who with Mick and Marsha:

Anthony Kiedis of The Red Hot Chilli Peppers with Mick and Marsha:

Merry Clayton, the Black soul singer who sang on the Rolling Stones' hit "Gimme Shelter" is also friends with Marsha:

And there's a whole lot more friends they share in common. They were damn near perfect for each other!

But could you imagine if the world had found out that Mick Jagger, the biggest rockstar and the most famous white man in the world, had fathered a child with a Black woman in 1970? Them little white girls all across the globe would've lost their shit. If you think they treat Meghan Markle bad, imagine how they would've treated Marsha! ☕️

#marsha hunt #mick jagger #the rolling stones #rolling stones #old school tea #karis jagger #black women #rockstars #rock & roll #rock history #singers #interracial #old lovers #anon #sbrown82

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exsqueezememacaroni · 1 year

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Can you imagine....if anthony kiedis wasn't such an asshat, and if mike wasn't so sensitive, every show from 1992 through now probs would have been performed with a shirtless mike

#can you fucking imagine #no i haven't thought about this before - definitely not #anyways yes - the only thing holding up mike's shorts at the clutch cargo's show is his semi #i cannot stop staring at those first two gifs

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returntosaturn271995 · 2 months

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Sunday, March 31st: Perfect Reset

Goals/Purpose/ Today's Action/Gratitude

Reading:

Opening up your mind, Imagination, art, truth, knowledge, peace

Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis

LibGen, Libraries, Book Stores

Writing

Living the examined life, comedy, accountability, art, identity

To-do lists, quotes, notes app

Notebooks, Tumblr, and Writing Software

Cooking

Joy, nourishment, expanding my palette, giving to others, health

Pork Chops with balsamic glaze and farrow with brussell sprouts

Having the money for healthy food, Grocery delivery, whisking

Political Awareness

Staying connected to world, passionate about issues bigger than myself

Crooked + Watching the News

Crooked Media, Jon Stewart, Jon Oliver, Seth Meyers

Loving Relationships

The core of what it means to be alive and human, goodness

Calling family

Makenna, Mom, Lauren, Dad, Zach, Ashley, Maddy, Kiera, Kendall, Monika, The Book Club, my coworkers

Getting Outside

Natural beauty, health, meditation, peacefulness, digital detox

Walking to get my pedicure

The ocean, Kate Sessions, the bay, the bay area, lakes, redwood trees

Dressing w/ Style

Self-expression, creativity, self-confidence

Purple mini skirt suit and white long sleeve, white slides, simple necklace with pearl, pony tail

Fashion pass, extra funds, places to go

Cleaning

Health, environment, self-esteem, self-respect, productivity

Dishes, laundry, trash

Grove Cleaning supplies, vaccums, washing machines and dishwashers

Organization at work

Co-workers, making an impact, money, impact, self-esteem

Power Hour emailing

Excel, amazing opportunities, Box, Sally, Julia, Katie

Yoga

Health, flexibility, spiritual fulfillment, patience, breathing, looks

10-20 minutes of stretches before bed

daily yoga, my body, progress

Meditation

Mental peace and focus, spiritual fulfillment, sanity, kindness, fortitude

Daily Calm, Daily Trip

Calm App, meditation cushions and incense, green room

Comedy

Joy, self-confidence, natural skill

comedians, notes app, open mics

Hydration/Sobriety

Health- physical, mental, spiritual, and sheer vanity

Tea

Loose leaf tea, coffee, nespresso

Skincare

Health, beauty, youth

Hydration, sunscreen, serums, night cream

Modern knowledge, patience for a routine

New Experiences/Travel

Reading new book, trying a new pedicure place, wearing a new outfit, listening to a new meditation, designing a new room, trying a new tea, Denver at the end of the month

Cardio

Mental health, fortitude, looking and feeling amazing, run club

Nike Run Club, running shoes, being near the beach

Sleep

Reset

no tech after 10:30

Books, not having a night shift, wonderful bed

Home Decor

Health, environment, self-esteem, self-respect, productivity, art, beauty, personal style

Buying things for the green room

Amazon, art, plants, Society 6

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bitsmag · 4 months

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Red Hot Chilli Peppers no cinema

Filme vai contar história de Anthony Kiedis, vocalista dos Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Filme vai contar história de Anthony Kiedis, vocalista da banda A autobiografia de Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue, é o ponto de partida do filme que está sendo desenvolvido pelos estúdios Universal e a produtora Imagine Entertainment, de Brian Gazer. O livro concentra-se principalmente no começo da carreira do cantor e produtor musical, nos anos 70 e 80. O pano de fundo é a cena punk de Los…

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#Anthony Kiedis #Red Hot Chilli Peppers

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deadlinecom · 4 months

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nsrecovery2022 · 2 years

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Kiedis and Slovak both nursed heroin habits through the Eighties; Kiedis was even thrown out of the band for a month in 1986 because of his addiction. When Slovak died, Kiedis cleaned up, although he has frequently relapsed. Most recently, after a motorcycle accident in 1997, Kiedis’ prescription painkillers led him back to heroin. He says he’s staying clean now, and I ask what he’s learned from his previous attempts.

He sighs. “You would think there would be some coherent answer. I have spent so many of my years under the influence of drug addiction that it’s probably genetically encoded in every cell of my body. I know that it stopped adding anything positive to my experience years ago. So, you know, I don’t take any of my clean time for granted. It’s all been wonderful.”

..........

After we eat, Flea shows me the bungalow where he’s working on his solo album; then we retire to the TV room. There’s an enormous projection set, used almost exclusively for Lakers games. We talk about Californication. The making of the album was not a happy time for Flea. He was breaking up with his girlfriend of five years and taking it hard: not sleeping, crying a lot, wanting just to curl up in the fetal position. Every day he’d focus his energy on getting it together enough to show up at the studio, knowing he’d find solace in the music. Which he did – but every twenty minutes or so, he’d have a panic attack and find himself covered in sweat.

The one consolation for Flea after these bleak months is that he knows he’s confronted his sorrow. The last time he went through this, when he split up with Clara’s mother, in 1990, he handled it differently. “I just got high and got laid and forgot about it,” he says. “And this time, I didn’t go be with other girls – I dealt with it. I dealt with the most cold, empty feeling I could ever imagine. I walked through the pain.”

After one recent show in Italy, Flea stood on the side of the stage sobbing, his body wracked with grief. On occasion, he’s found his daughter taking care of him. “In Australia, I was crying one day,” he says, “and she said, ‘Look, Papa, I don’t know why you’re so sad, but no matter what, it’s going to be OK. You’re such a good person.’ It was an amazingly touching thing.”

Now that he’s feeling better, Flea is trying to abandon all his superstitions. He used to have a host of them: taking six steps when walking out of the kitchen, never wearing black underwear, not leaving a book on the bed because the ideas might leak out of the pages and into his psyche. “I was trying to do all these little things to prevent myself from being hurt,” he says. “It’s basically losing trust in the universe. Now I’m not afraid of anything. Every day now I pray: ‘Bring it on.’ “

In a band where sensitivity has steadily triumphed over bad behavior, Flea is the prince of being in touch with his emotions. “There’s all this angry, screaming metal now,” he says. “It’s part of a thing that we started, in a lot of ways. This funky sound with rapping and guitars has been turned into something very boring: right-wing, redneck bullshit. It was always funny to me, the way the Chili Peppers were perceived as this machojock thing. We took off our shirts a lot, and Anthony wrote a lot of songs about sex. But I feel like the music is frequently feminine. I’ve always been, like, the girly-boy. I’m just a sensitive little fuck, you know?”

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dissident-vedder · 4 years

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- breaking the girl ( 𝐀. 𝐊. )

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the first and last time they kissed.

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THIS FIC CONTAINS death (SUICIDE), swearing, sadness/depression.

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keeping your head down, the rain beat down on the red raincoat you slipped on that morning, the usually sunny l.a. sky now a dark gray, a cool breeze brushing against your crimson cheeks. your school things were most likely getting wet, but at some point, you stopped caring, much like many other things you once cherished, which now seemed bleak in your reddened eyes. everything was covered in a constant cover of gray, your optimistic outlook on life now turning into those of your mother’s. why hadn’t you said yes to going to jessica’s? why were you the one to find your mother face down in a pool of her own blood? why did she have to take her own life in such a horrendous way? why hadn’t you noticed before?

you shoulders hung with the weight of your guilt despite your family and multiple psychiatrists telling you that you had done nothing wrong. they told you your mother was at fault for not telling you, for not getting the help she needed and deserved, for leaving you behind to live with your grandmother. how you hated to look into your grandmother’s eyes since the day it happened. she tried to be strong for you, you could tell, but once you looked at her, she burst into tears. every time she looked at you, she saw her daughter. your mother’s eyes were your own, and each day she saw the life be sucked out of them much like she saw within your mother’s. she was afraid of losing you too, making appointments with a therapist in order for you to talk about your thoughts, your feelings, but each time, you just brought over a drawing. one that was done in simple India Ink, the graphite of a pencil not dark enough to show your true emotions. you refused to talk, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you would talk about everything and would never shut up.

the more drawings you gave, the more and more the therapist noticed how darker and more obscene they got.

your world was dead.

you envied your aunts, uncles, and cousins for still having their mom, hated the way that your school friends would talk about their parents, how they father gave them this and how their mother gave them that. after christmas break, everyone began talking animatedly about what they received for christmas, whether it was money, a new rotary telephone (one girl got a canary yellow one, just like she wanted), or new clothes. one of your classmates turned to you, “what did your parents give you for christmas?”

how were you going to tell them that your mother committed suicide and your father was an alcoholic who walked out of your life years ago? you just laid your head on your arms, wanting the teacher to begin the lesson so you didn’t have to bear the embarrassment of people bugging you about the presents. yes, you did get presents from your family in order to get your mind of your mom, but it was sort of alright until one of your aunts gave you a perfume bottle, and upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was your mother’s signature scent.

you had run to your room, tears leaving wet tracks on your cheeks, sobs racking through your body as thoughts of your mom brought back painful pangs in your chest, your heart beating wildly against your ribcage. a copy of maya angelou’s i know why the caged bird sings sat on your night table, driving you insane at the orange cover, the black bird in mid-flight. picking it up, you chucked it at the wall, the bookmark flying out from its designated spot. the caged bird doesn’t sing, you thought. the caged bird dies.

for years this continued, the book still on the exact spot it had landed when you threw it, collecting dust as your room stayed in pristine condition. if it weren’t for your family coming over to help you, it would be a pigsty by now. somehow, however, you were able to control your emotions a little better, making the days seem a little easier and more bearable to go through, and the thoughts of your mother’s dead body were pushed to the back of your mind.

in your sophomore year of high school, you had met anthony, a charismatic senior with a crooked smile and a trick up his sleeve. on days where you were not able to control your emotions as well, he held you, letting you cry into the crevice where his shoulder and neck meet, his hands cradling your head and rubbing your back. he managed to make you talk after years of being known as the mute, his little jokes and twisted tales able to rise a small out of your once glued lips. something about him made you feel warm inside. people always said that the person you loved the most will make butterflies come alive in your belly, but you realized that wasn’t the truth for you. every time you thought about or spoke to anthony, your heart swelled even more, leaving you with a euphoric feeling as you held on to either him or the sweatshirt he gave you on an unusually cold day. perhaps it was his nonchalant demeanor or his cocky attitude, or even the musky, vanilla smell that was characteristically him, but every part of you fell in love with him and his existence. he was an angel come to life.

it was his graduation day when he first kissed you. once caps were thrown and pictures were taken, he ran up to you, grabbed your cheeks, and planted his lips on yours. his lips were so soft, in contrast to the muscular body he hid beneath the button-up shirt he wore, you melted into his arms, pressing yourself against him, grabbing on to the lapels of his shirt. you had waited for this day for what? three weeks? six months? a year? no matter how long, you felt all your nerves release as he pulled away, staring at you with such love and adoration, it looked like he was staring at a goddess come to life.

your breaths mingled, brushing softly over the soft skin of your lips, minty as you brought him back in, deprived of something you longed for for a while. this was a seal of your relationship. at some point, you began to wonder if you were just another one of anthony’s playthings, ready to be thrown out the second he got bored of you.

the sun shone brightly on the two of you, a moment of celebration only you two could see.

it was a december when he broke up with you. it was in the year of what? 1995? '96? you didn’t remember, and didn’t want to remember, as your heart continued to break as those last moments replayed in your head like a broken record.

you had been there for him through everything.

when the band was first formed, their first record, their first live national tv performance, hillel’s death, anthony’s sobriety. everything. yet he deemed you no longer important in his life as he broke your heart. somehow, despite your tear-streaked face, he continued to say that he no longer loved you, that he had fallen in love with another. he had kissed you one last time that day. held you close, hands on your cheeks, warming them even more, and you could feel it. there was no more passion left. it seemed like to him, you were an obligation, a setback in life. no longer did his heart beat for you. how could he have fallen in love with another when you had given him everything you had? your virginity, your heart, your mind, your love.

he just took it for himself and now. . . you were being thrown to the streets. god, you didn’t go to college, had no job, no money of your own, purely depending on him, and he gladly supported you through the years, giving you an allowance basically. you had to move in with your grandmother again as you took up classes at the local community college in cyber. . . something. again, you stopped caring about the world. what had you done in order for him to fall out of love with you? you were supportive of his decision, supportive of him when he was going through withdrawal symptoms when he stopped taking drugs, there by his side again when he relapsed, warning him of the consequences and reminding him of his hard work years prior.

laying down on the bed, you took a deep breath as your hand was placed over your heart, imagining the broken pieces still trying to keep you alive. with anthony, the once gray world turned bright again, optimism making every day more bearable until you no longer had to bear it.

underneath you sat the sheets that anthony once slept under, holding you close to his body as the two of you had your usual late-night talks, talking about the future, about one day marrying each other, having children, grandchildren, and growing old together. now, these sheets held tears and broken promises whispered long ago, long when you were still young and a new optimistic.

i know why the caged bird sings stares at you from the floor.

the caged bird does not sing. the caged bird dies.

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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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