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Dave Grohl - A Little Bit of Resolve

Prompt(s) used - N/A

Preface - A lonesome night after a shitty day, your lover comes to offer you a hug.

A/N: Fluff, Mild Angst, etc.

Misc. Notes - I just really like 2005 Dave, I want whatever energy he's emulating.

Stirring dinner in the pan, smells of Rice-A-Roni filling the air. To accompany it, you've made a salad containing, of course, lettuce, tomatoes, mushrooms, bell pepper, carrot, cucumber, and chicken. A refreshing dinner salad to hopefully pull your head away from the cloud of 'blah'. Dave was finishing up recording, so you figured you'd make him some food and greet him with a hug and a kiss at the table.

You promptly set the table and washed any dishes that were dirtied to mitigate the amount of dishes after your meal. The table was a nice oak handmade table, courtesy of a distant relative of yours. A deep, wine red table cloth covered it with a rose centerpiece. The roses were fake, but still a pretty white. The white plates to contrast the overpowering deep red table cloth. Paper towel napkins to suffice, and you each had a glass of iced tea. A carefully crafted setting, while you looked for the satisfaction of perfection.

Just some short moments later, Dave walked in. You just finished plating his food, making sure it looked tidy and not like it was slapped together. He promptly smiled as you gave him the biggest embrace you could. Without realizing it, you were squishing him.

"Uh, honey... You're suffocating me." He stated, slowly becoming short of breath.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry! I didn't notice." Dave only snickered in response as you let him go.

He loved the little things like that, even if they seemed like they weren't that valuable. Observant and alert are the top two best ways to put it when Dave's with you. He'll make sure to pick up on little hints. One time, when you two were first dating, he took note of the jewelry you wore. The same necklace, every time. He found it to be sweet, and even got you one that could match with it.

"It's alright, are you doing okay? You don't do that very often."

"I'll be okay. I'm just in a rough spot, I think." His face went from curious to concerned.

"Do you want to talk about it? I'm all ears." He remarked, curiosity and compassion rising within his tone.

"I think we should eat first, cold Rice-A-Roni sucks." You chuckled in response.

He nodded and sat down, beginning to practically inhale his dinner. It's a recurring theme with him, he gets worried and then he'll morph into Kirby until he's at rest. It began to grow weirdly silent.

"So... How's Taylor?" You asked, to break the thick tension in the air.

"He's doing alright, his wife is having a baby shower soon, they named their son Oliver."

"Aww, I like that name. Any reason for it, or it just sounded nice?"

"I'm sure there's reason, I just hadn't thought to ask earlier." Dave hesitated before he spoke again.

"Honey, I know you said you think it's just a rough patch, but can we please talk about how you're feeling? You don't seem like your usual self when you're going through something." He said, preceding his last few bites of dinner.

"I don't know," You'd barely touched your food, unable to think properly. "I was doing okay at work this morning, it wasn't anything unusual aside from a small headache. Filing, faxing, emailing, typical things. I had walked out of the office for something though and..." You hesitated to continue.

"I just don't know, I guess. I'm really exhausted all the time, and it physically hurts sometimes." Looking into your eyes, seeing your desperation, the feeling was well too known to him. He brought you in for an embrace, and began to speak.

"Oh, my sweet darling, please don't worry. It's okay to feel this way, you know?" He caressed your hair gently, showing his love and adoration for you.

Your quiet sniffles turned into small sobs, as you cried into his chest, he continued to hold you and comfort you, knowing all too well what those days felt like. "It's just been tough, and I can't even say why because I don't know!" You cried out, desperate for comfort.

Dave was patient though, and it was one of his best traits. "It's okay honey, you're in the right to feel these things, even if you aren't sure why. I love you, and we'll get through this together, okay?"

"Okay... I love you too, darling."

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Hello all, I know I haven't posted since May, and I'm sorry. Summer was a bit busy, and school has kept me even busier. I haven't abandoned Tumblr, I'm still here! I just haven't been able to write as often. Thank you to the whole, like, two followers I have. Stay safe :) - Jayne

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Nikki Sixx - You're All I Need

Prompt(s) used - N/A Preface - After a long, excruciating tour, Nikki comes home to find his one love asleep. A/N: Fluff, Exhaustion, Stress, etc. themes.

While you rest, Nikki carefully opened the door to your guys' shared bedroom, gently pulling his boots off of his spent body. The withered feeling of the entire tour finally setting in when he got the chance to genuinely relax. Though his body ached and fingers sore from beating on his poor, poor bass, he was relieved to see you lying there still and calm.

Gently lying down beside you, he softly groans at the feeling of sinking into the plush, warm bed as he rolls over to hold you close. Inhaling your scent and feeling your touch for the first time in months was so relieving to him. You were his home. Soon after, you began to stir and wake, seeing your lovely husband lying with you.

"Hi, honey. I'm glad you're home, how are you feeling?" You cooed tiredly.

He quietly shushed you and wrapped his arms around you. Touring was stressful and exhausting, there was never a moment of quiet until Nikki got home and curled up next to you. His breath was steady, chest rising and falling as you felt his soft breathing on your shoulder.

"Shush, my love. Just let me hold you for a while." He said softly, almost to where you couldn't hear him. You turned on your guys' heated blanket on 'high' so he could warm up.

Nikki was always somehow cold when it came to getting home after tour. Even during the summer, he ended up cold in some way. Really though, Nikki just missed you. He only wants to be with you. On the rare occasion you came along on tour, he often isolated himself from everyone else to be with you. The big and bad Nikki Sixx was a mushball of love.

He nuzzled into you and hummed lightly. "I missed you. More than ever. I know I say that every tour, but I mean it. Every passing tour is just miserable without you." You gave him a small peck on his lips, with a restful voice.

"I know, Nik. You have no clue how much I think of you while you're gone." He smiled softly at your comment, always being fond of your sweet words. You always knew what to say to him and it was always appreciated, even if he sucked at showing it sometimes.

Nikki paused a moment before responding.

"Can I take you out on a date night?" Sure, you two have been seeing each other for some time now, but he never really asked to take you out on a date night.

You thought for a few moments. Was this just the sleep deprivation getting to him, or was he being serious? "Darling? My love, are you okay?" That was all you needed. A cue that said it was the real Nikki, passionately in love with you. "I'd love that, Nikki. How about Saturday at Bennigan's?" "I'll be ready at 6 pm sharp." Edit: Sorry it's so short, this was incredibly rushed, I'm looking forward to putting out some more lengthy stories soon!

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Things I Won't Write

I don't really have much that I won't write about, but the few that are there, are pretty standard.

No pedophilia, zoophilia, etc. I will refuse to interact with these suggestions.

Suicidal thoughts, idealizations, or actions. This one is a bit weird - I'd rather stay away from these, but depending on what's being written, there is a very slim chance of an 'OK'. Here's a list of things I'm okay with writing.

Fluff. I like a good fluff! Anything cute and cuddly, I'm always down for.

Angst. I'm usually okay with this, it may vary as per circumstance if it's a request, though.

Smut. I won't write this as often, but it is still an option.

If you have a very specific ask, please let me know so I can get back you asap.

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Hi, I'm Jayne. I like Motley Crue, Cinderella, Scorpions, Guns N Roses, Foo Fighters, and bands of that nature. I also like being involved in theatrical stuff. I'm here on tumblr to hopefully find my type of people, and put out my writings for people to see.