#eric carr fanfic

[deli-writes-fanfics]

Eric Carr x Fem Reader oneshot

This is filth! 18+ MINORS BE GONE. DO NOT INTERACT. AGE IN BIO OR YOU'LL BE BLOCKED

This is pure smut. I tried my best! Not proofread though bc I'm hella tired. Long one-shot.

Please give me feedback. 18+ MDNI

Please interact! I'm trying to get more people to know of this account lol.

Feedback encouraged! Comment or dm. Idm. I'd like to know how I did.

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This was bad. So extraordinarily bad. Oh god if you got caught. You'd be ruined. Though that thought was was gone quicker than it had arrived as you felt Eric's mouth on your neck, you were cramped in the back of your car, you hadn't planned on this. You were just there to get an interview. A simple interview. That was it. Not with Mr big shot above you.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Wow." his voice smooth, as he pulled at your blouse, pulling it past your shoulder to place a simple kiss there.

"We really shouldn't be...uh. E-Eric...what if we get caught?" You couldn't help but stare up at him with worried eyes.

"Makes it more fun, doesn't it? C'mon! It'll be fine! I'll cover for you" he hushed you, sitting up the best he could in the small space to start to unbutton your blouse. Your chest heaving, you watched his eyes, scanning over your breasts. It was like you were his prey.

"Fuck...so pretty" he mumbled as his large hands undone the last button and ran up from your waist to your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric before he pulled off your shirt. Suddenly you were feeling rather vulnerable. His fingers traced the pretty lace, it sent chills through you.

"Wanna take it off for me baby?" He asked as his fingers slid under your back. You bit your lip, a little anxiety still bubbling in your chest but with his prompt, you arched your back and you felt Eric unclip it easily.

You watched as he flung the bra to the side, he was eating up the sight of your exposed chest. His lips soon met the space between your breasts, kissing ever so gently which contrasted his grip on your waist, keeping you in place as he moved to kiss each breast all the while whispering how perfect you were. His knee rested between your legs and as he moved up your body, he pressed further and further into you. A muffled whine accidentally escaped which caught Eric's attention.

"That was cute. I wanna hear more of that. I wanna hear all your sounds" You listened as he purred, and watched as he smirked, feeling his hand move lower, undoing your jeans and moving them low enough to slip his hand in.

"Eric-! This is embarrassing..." You breathed out and yet the feeling of his fingers rubbing gentle circles into your clit was already driving you insane.

"It's not. Don't worry. I doubt anyone will catch us. Let's just have some fun hmm?" He consoled which you knew was a lie. This was after a concert and an interview. There would be staff and sneaky fans about. His lips brushed past yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth, tugging before capturing them with a kiss, his tongue sliding in and exploring, you only pulled away with quickened breaths when you felt your jeans being pulled off, one leg completely free at least. You peeked down at Eric to see him admiring you, moving your legs further apart which made your face all hot.

"God you really are perfect huh...fuck I need you. Now." Eric said all before you watch him hurriedly unbutton his jeans and pull out his very generous cock. The sheer sight of it made you doubt you could accommodate such a monstrosity. You stared at it in complete shock but that changed when your want came into mind. You sat up and crawled into the space between Eric's legs. Taking it in your hand which barely covered him. You couldn't help but lick your lips before swallowing. You felt Eric's hand in your hair but not an ounce of pressure.

You slowly take just his tip in your mouth, your tongue flicking over the slit to catch the pretty pearl of precum before you moved off briefly to swallow. You lowered your head to lick a stripe up the length of his cock. You could hear his shaky breaths and how he gasped at your touches, a deep groan erupting from Eric as you took him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue a bit, you felt his hand grip your hair tightly but as you glanced up you could tell he was holding back in more ways than one.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore sweetheart..." He whispers as he bites back a moan, all eyes on you now as he lifts you off him, cupping your face, and wiping your mouth with his thumb. His face was flushed, as was yours. He pulled you into his arms and moved you into a sitting position, you on his lap while he was leaned back to give you both as much room as possible.

Oh no. Now people would have a clear view of your naked body from all angles. "Eric-! People will see me!" You whine, covering yourself with your arms the best you could, eyebrows knitted together.

You heard a chuckle slip from Eric's lips, he pulled you into his chest, one hand resting on your lower back and the other guiding your leg up, bent and out of the way before he aligned his cock up and helped you take him in his entirety. The feeling of his cock sliding into your dripping cunt was ungodly, it was taking everything in you to stay relaxed, the burning sensation of his thick cock stretching you was uncomfortable but god did he also feel so good.

After watching Eric play and then spending an hour in an interview, watching him pull at his jeans while he sat. Watching him get comfortable. Watching the way he watched you. You could barely sit still, you were bearly with it throughout the interview. You were imagining all the things you wanted this man to do to you.

And now here you were. Eric's cock was deep inside of you, your head resting on his shoulder as you both breathed heavily at the feel of each other. Sticky skin on skin, hair entangled together

"Fuck sweetheart you're so tight around me. I ain't gunna be able to move if you keep this up" Eric's weak voice admitted.

You tried to relax, tried to move, rocking your hips. You leaned up to kiss Eric, needing a distraction from the illegally large weapon that was taking refuge in your pussy prison.

You kept your pace slow until Eric took control, his hands on your hips, thrusting you down quicker and rougher, you could feel every inch of him as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly. The sounds that filled the car were disgusting, skin on skin. Eric's groans, your moans and the sound of your drenched pussy.

"Eric- s-slow down. It's too much" You whined as he pounded into you. You were curled up in his chest.

"I'm sorry but you just feel so damn good" He rasped as his thumb rubbed comfortingly over your thigh before his hand glided up your back, feeling his nails dragging a little before he cupped the back of your head, locking lips roughly with you, yet still trying to be gentle in his desperation. You kept your slow pace, clutching to Eric's shoulders, feeling dizzy with all the pleasure. You hadn't felt this good in a very long time.

You both were moaning into the kiss, hungrily fighting for dominance, you caved easily though which was aided when Eric thrusted deep into you. It had your thighs trembling, and your breasts bouncing which quickly prompted him to take them in his hands, ever so gently pinching your nipples which had your breath hitching and stuttering as you tried to keep up with his almost erratic pace. The rhythm you had both found was starting to falter as you neared your climaxes. You could feel the tight coil pulling.

"I'm close- Eric...please-" You begged, eyebrows knitted together and your forehead pressed against Eric's, occasionally catching each other's lips before you felt Eric's teeth graze your neck, slowing his pace purposefully, fuck he was teasing so badly. You tilted your head to give him better access to your neck as he sucked a lovebite into your neck, and another and one more as he slowly. Agonisingly. Pulled out of you almost completely while lifting you before forcing you down on his cock.

"Eric please-" You whined. Begged. Pleaded.

"Alright, baby. Do you want some help? Hmm?" He almost growled as his pace kept up. Guiding you on his cock, one hand moving to rub gentle circles on your clothes once more. You could hear how he held back a bit on his noises as you clenched around him. Suddenly being so exposed didn't matter as you rocked in rhythm, grasping at any part of Eric you could. Your moans. Your cries. You didn't keep quiet. You didn't even think to, you were so lost in the moment. You felt the snap and the rippling of your orgasm which was spurred on by Eric's, you could feel as he pulsed inside of you. You heard him groan a slow, drawn-out "fuck".

"Eric, Eric Eric...fuck-" you stuttered and trembled in his lap, you could feel your wetness gushing as Eric helped you ride out both your climaxes. He muffled your words in a kiss, both moaning as you slowly came down from your high, dazed as you sat in his lap, shaky ans breathless.

"You did so well, sweetheart...round two?" You gasped a little at his words and slapped him on the chest playfully.

"Shut up..." You mumbled before taking a glance at your watch. "Fuck I have to go-!" You suddenly exclaimed. Clambering off Eric and trying to gather your clothes. You were putting on your panties when you heard the sound of a camera. Your eyes met Eric's mischievous ones.

"Tell you didn't just take a picture of me naked!" You blurted out as you stare him down.

"Just for my personal collection. No one will see" He tried to speak.

"I have a career! That picture could ruin it!" You state.

"I swear on my life no one will see. Can see your face in it. Don't worry."

You groaned as you got dressed. Eric following your actions. You gathered your things.

"Hurry up and get out. I need to get going and the rest if the guys will wonder where you are."

"Alright, alright. Im goin'" you heard him laugh. You both got out of your car on opposite sides of the back, standing only to be met with Genes eyes. "Have fun?" The look on Genes face made you want to die.

[ericcarrsworshipper]

If you know any spicy facts about Eric Carr please comment them. Bc I wanna know as much as possible before I write spicy content for him. Thanks lol

[spacedoutman]

【𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕩𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕩】

(𝟙/𝟚)

!Request

Description: Dressed as a Vixen, you and your best friend head to the terror twins Rock n' roll costume party where you meet Eric Carr, who has many secrets to reveal.

♥ Eric Carr x Reader

Notes: This isn't typically what I write, but I really tried my best. I really hope whoever reads this enjoys it!

Warnings: None

This wouldn’t be a normal Kiss concert in a few months. Smoke shot from the stage, leaving melting clouds like cannon fire. Your fuzzy head pounded with every gong-like drumbeat. Were you dreaming? Or were you trapped in the Who wants to be lonely music video?

Paul’s coat shimmered like the sea in sunlight as it swung behind him. He pranced to the microphone, taking it like a lover while Gene strutted behind him in perfect rhythm. Bruce shredded so hard maybe… or maybe not, a guitar string broke. The crowd chanted around you, drowning Paul’s velvety voice. Didn’t matter, your eyes glued like magic.

And maybe, just maybe, the music overshadowed them.

Before you could count to ten—you leaned closer to your vanity. Gold light touched your black makeup. You leaned back. You couldn’t help but to smile a little. The lines were a bit wonky and you’d started over about ten times, but the fuzzy feeling could’ve convinced you you got it the first time. Your lids heavied. You sighed, slumping into your chair.

Your eyes flitted to Eric Carr’s. He stared through his bushy curls from a magazine cutout. Your mind dried at the thought of what or why his painted face swallowed your mind, or his big black eyes. You glanced at the mirror, scanning the makeup. Spot on. You grabbed your cane and your costume; a black leather suit, choker and boots steeped in sparkling studs—and a fluffy pair of fox ears.

Your eyes glittered as you slid in the car with Nicole. She leaned back in a Creatures era starchild costume—with the star on the wrong eye. She brushed her fingers through her hair. You hummed a mix of Kiss songs as the city lights blurred in the window, turning pedestrians into silhouettes.

“I’m so excited..” Nicole yawned, wreaking of exhausted as her grip loosened around the wheel.

“A party hosted by the terror twins?!” You beamed, your heart fluttering. “How did we even get to go?”

“Let’s just say I know a few people.”

You exploded into laughter. She cracked a grin. “Thank you so much..” You leaned close, fighting yourself not to hug her. “No problem!” She bumped you with her shoulder, cheer broke through. “Now why don’t we just.. forget about everything and enjoy the concert?”

“I’d. Love. That!”

Rock n’ roll shook the car. Bless whoever walked past. You and Nicole danced and tried your best to sing along all the way to the parking lot. A building taller than the moon hung over you.

Heads turned like dominoes as you and Nicole strutted in. Confidence rushed through you. You lifted your chin. Your shoulders rolled back. You grinned widely. Any costume you could name—you saw it. With how everyone dressed, maybe you’d somehow wound up in another universe… same with as many people you could name.

Drinks poured. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a little tipsy.

“You said your name was Suzy?” Richie Sambora asked excitedly, leaning in over you and Nicole’s chairs.

“Yeah!” You chuckled. “You’re Richie Sambora?”

“The one and only!”

Nicole went still. She shook her head quickly. “The one and only…?” Her eyes widened like dinner plates. “The one and only!”

Whatever heavy shit played muffled over the bustling crowd. You sat back, sipping your glass. Everyone but Kiss, you’d seen probably twice. Exhaustion scorched your eyes as your lids fought to close. Your head was fuzzy as cotton. Maybe some cold water would help.

“Hey, Nicole?” You whispered, bumping her shoulder.

Nicole looked over. “Yea?” She whispered. “I need to go to the bathroom.” “I’m gonna’ come with you.” “You’re drunker than I am!” You teased, patting her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

“Kay..” She groaned.

Richie happily laughed. You flashed a smile. He nodded. “She’s safe with me!” He playfully reassured. You chuckled. “If you touch a hair on her head, you’re dead.” You half joked. His eyes brightened, his brows shot up then furrowed. He nodded quickly.

You took your cane and squeezed through the dancing crowd. Your lids got heavier. ‘When will this be over?’ You thought to yourself. You—stopped.

“Careful where you walk, please.”

Your expression softened as a soft but playful voice filled your ears. The crowd should’ve drowned him out. You looked up. He stood, just like he’d walked off stage when Kiss still wore the makeup.

Your heart and jaw plummeted.

“E-Eric?!”

“Hey!” He grinned.

Fireworks exploded in your head. Your heart sped up. A grin spread on your face like wildfire. You really found out what made the world go round.

“You okay?” He asked reassuringly.

“I-I’m okay..” You stuttered nervously. “Are you?”

He giggled. “Of course I’m fine!” He teased. “It’s nice meeting you.” “—You too!!” You enthused. “My name’s Suzy!” “Hey Suzy, I’m Eric.”

You laughed. He chuckled.

“So, what brings you here?” He asked curiously.

“I came here with my friend! She heard a lot of people she liked were gonna’ show up and I won’t even lie-I was excited myself!”

“Glad you made it! Your costume’s stellar, by the way.”

Your face flushed. You melted.

“Oh my god.. really??”

“Honestly.”

You giggled. He smiled a big glittery smile.

“You’ve got the prettiest smile, you know that?”

“Are you being serious?!”

An asteroid would hit the earth in 3… 2… 1… Eric just happily, the countdown in your head looped. “You’re gorgeous!” “D-Do you mean it..?”

Your heart fluttered, bashing against your ribs. You shuffled a little, your eyes wide and glued to your feet. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” Eric teased. Your face couldn’t get redder. You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. “I appreciate it, a lot.” You mumbled.

“Of course!”

Eric gazed into the crowd. His eyes dulled from a distant look before flitting back to you. “What do you think about going back to my place? It’s really loud here.” He reassuringly said. You brightened up like a fire. A million thoughts raced through your head—what could this mean—what could any of it mean??--were you even alive?--You bit your lip. Hard. Your knees weakened.

“You okay?”

You broke into nervous giggles. “Yeah!.. I… I’m just having a hard time processing this.” Your hand shook a bit. “Like it doesn’t feel real, not at all.” Eric giggled. “I.. uh.”

His large glittery eyes locked onto yours. You spiraled like an angel from the pearly gates… yet the wind in your hair felt like a hug. Your eyes shimmered. “Well, uh, you’ve got a party to get back to.” He said happily. “I’d be glad to walk you back!”

You nodded. He held out his arm. Touching him sent your head spinning. You melted into him more than you’d like to admit. He gave you little ‘Are you okay?’ glances every five minutes just about.

“You’re back!” Nicole slurred very enthusiastically, swinging around in her chair. “I’m so..” She hiccuped-”Happy to see you and this.. uh, stellar gentleman!”

“This is Eric!” You enthused.

Nicole’s eyes widened for a split second—”Ohh, your favorite guy?” “You know it!” You purred, elbowing Eric’s ribs. Eric chuckled. “Aw, really?” Eric teased. You and Eric locked eyes. Sparks roared. Your heart grew all fuzzy. Your eyes retreated to your feet. You grinned widely.

“Hey, if you’d like, I can give you my number and we can meet up sometime.” He bubbled. “You’d just have to tell me when and where!”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

[ericcarrshairbrush]

Eric Carr x Reader but it's a fluffy smut bc y/n (female ofc) is a total anxiety freak who's part of KISS crew (best friend and someone who works for and help the band) and I'm picturing some sort of pre-show thing 😶‍🌫️

I'm sorry it took a while. But I had to find the right words haha. I really love this idea, and I hope it's how you picured it. And if you want anything changed let me know😌 Now I won't waste any more of your time. Let's just get right into it😅

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⚠️Extreme Smut⚠️

Also... I know the picture is from 1981

and not 1980 but... LET'S JUST SAY IT IS🤣🤣

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{🤍The drummer isn't so innocent after all🤍}

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It's a Sunday morning in July 1980. The window shakes and rattles by the strong wind blowing outside, waking you up from your sleep.

You grunt and throw the pillow over your face to try and muffle the incredibly, annoying sound from the window.

You clunch the pillow and let out a roar as you throw it across the room. Stroking your palms over your face before angleling your head towards your alarm clock.

"FUCK!" You shout out as you throw yourself out of bed.

You jump around the apartment with your pants half pulled up in complete and utter stress before you throw yourself for the car keys and rush out the door.

You rush to your car and insert the key. "Come on you bastard!" You scream out when the car doesn't start. "You goddamn pile of junk!" You hit the dashboard with full force, causing the engine to react.

When you finally arrive at work, you see Bill, their manager. Standing with his arms crossed and a tired expression on his face. “This is the fourth time y/l/n…” He sighs.

"I know I~" You tried to explain yourself, but you knew it would just be the same excuse as always.

"You overslept..." He continued, knowing exacly what you were going to say.

"I'm sorry! I... It won't happen again!"

"It better not!"

You opened your mouth to say something, but he just gave you a glare saying 'go to work.'

Since Eric was quite new to the band, he needed some help with his makeup, and since you always worked with him, and often talked, a friendship bonded.

"It's worse isn't it?' He suddenly asked as you helped him with his 'The Fox' makeup.

You stopped the brush, almost smearing the black paint over the white.

"What?"

"Your anxiety?"

You didn't answer, you just kept painting his face. Which caused him to grab your slim wrist with his big, veiny hand.

Your breath hitched as you looked down at his hand holding you, before meeting his eyes.

'His fucking eyes...' Your subconscious said blushing.

"Y/n..." He began, his brown eyes looking deep into yours. Continuing. "...I've noticed... You can't concentrate and you have trouble sleeping."

He let go of your tiny wrist, leaving a weird disappointment over you. Because... You didn't want him to let go.

"I'm fine..." You just said, trying to ignore the sudden feeling he gave you... Desire...

"You're not."

"How do you know that?"

"Because your hands are shaking."

'It's you who's causing that...' Your subconscious softly whispered.

"Hey..." He said, howering forward when you didn't answer. "...I know It's difficult for you but... I just want you to be okay..."

You didn't listen... Not at his words anyway...

'Imagine that fat cock under that tight costume of his.'

"I gotta go!" You said when you heard your subconscious.

"You okay?"

"Yeah! I just... I need to go..." You quickly walked away. Entering the closet, where you kept all of their costumes and shoes.

You instantly closed the door, putting your knuckles against your skull while breathing heavily. Why did you just think that? That has never happened?! "What the fuck y/n?!" You said to yourself.

You clenched your eyes as you heard his voice call your name on the other side of the door.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

'No... Because I just thought about your cock...' You thought to yourself, and as you did. You felt a comfortable lump form in your throat, swallowing it down.

"Y/n... I'm... I'm coming in..." He said with his soft, innocent voice as he turned the doorknob to the closet.

You slowly turned around, facing the door as he stepped in.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he reached his hands up, moving your arms down, your knuckels away from your skull.

That same touch... The touch he gave you at the desk moments ago.

He was so gentle, yet you could feel every muscle.

"I was thinking..." You lied...

"In the closet?" He chuckled. His chuckle... His voice... His touch... He was making you feel so many things, things you couldn't explain.

"Hey... You sure you're alright?" He asked. You just ignored him. You didn't know what to say. The closet was so small, and you were so close to eachother.

"Y/n..." He said in a whisper as he put his thumb under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. "...What's wrong?"

"Eric..." You bit your lip... Not knowing how to continue.

He now also seemed to notice how close you actually were, since you saw the look in his eyes change.

Your breathing became heavier as that same lump formed in your throat, that comfortable... horny... lump...

'Kiss me! Kiss me Eric!' Your subconscious yelled.

He started stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, inching closer. "What are you doing to me?" He said, voice low.

You just looked at him, you were so shocked, so surprised, so horny.

"I don't know..." You said, nearly moaning from the clenching deep down in your stomach.

"Fuck the others!" He then said after hearing your voice, locking the door behind him as his lips pressed against yours.

You gasped in shock, making his tongue slip into your mouth.

Your hands instantly wandered up his chest, digging your fingertips into his shoulders as your tongues dances with eachother.

He moaned from the sensation and pushed you against the wall, making some things fall down the shelves.

You gasped into your kiss as his hard boner pressed against your pelvis.

You eagerly started unhooking his belt, hearing it rattle as the metalic peices collided.

He went down and kissed your neck, pressing his big hands against your breasts. Your nipples hardening at his touch.

You moaned, but bit your lip to not be too loud, not wanting the others to hear you.

"Fuck, your moans make me so hard!" He groaned as he reached up again. Kissing your lips hard as he slid his muscular hands down, unzipping your pants and sliding them off your feet.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hand carres your now naked leg, lifing it up against his hip.

His other hand slid down under your panties, sliding one finger between your folds.

"You're so wet..." He whispered into your kiss , feeling your legs begin to weaken as the muscles deep down in your abdomen began to clench in the most pleasurable way.

He began making circular movements before sliding in two of his wide fingers into you.

You moaned out as you threw your forehead against his shoulder, feeling the muscles clench even more, and you couldn't control the noises that came out of you.

His hand shaked in your panties as he curled his fingers up and down rapidly, hitting all of your sensitive spots.

You gasped for air, tearing up as you tightened around his fingers.

You were so close, but right when you were about to come, he removed his fingers.

You looked up at him in despair and confusion. Why did he stop?

You swallowed hard as you watched him put the fingers in his mouth, tasting your salty aroma.

He slid them out slowly before removing his shirt, revieling his hairy chest.

Then you heard that same familiar rattling sound... His belt...

You glanced down, seeing his hand, then his other, unzip his pants and slide them off.

You instantly bit your lip as his hard, thick, veiny cock sprung free. It was so huge... So thick... And you felt your arousal return, but this time... Even more intense.

You've heard people speculate on it's size, that it was around 10 inches or so. Well... They were right...

"Strip..." He commanded, his voice now more low and dominant...

'Fuck...' Your subconscious said speechless...

You quickly obeyed him, taking off the rest of your clothes before he snatched the panties from your grip, bringing them to his nose and sniffing them.

"Mmm...." He groaned. "You smell so good." He thew them to the floor before pinning you to the wall again, and you arched your neck as he lifted you off your feet, placing your legs on each side of his hips as he positioned himself, slowly sliding in and filling you up.

You gasped for air as he stretched you out, feeling every nerve end explode in pleasure.

You teared up and moaned loudly as he began to move faster, feeling his cock grind against your tight walls. He groaned and found your lips, kissing you hard as he fucked you against the wall, grabbing one of your breasts in his hand and squeezing it intensly as he bit your lip.

You felt something build up... Oh no... Already?

He also seemed to reach his climax as he started moaning more and louder.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He growled out of your kiss, arching his neck as he grabbed both of your hips, switching up the angle a little, perfectly hitting your g-spot, making your vision go white as your eyes rolled back with your moan stuck in your throat.

You couldn't hold it back anymore... You couldn't...

And you came hard, squirting all over his cock.

He moaned from the sensation of your walls wrapping around him. Emtying his balls, his warm, salty load filling you up.

He let you down, making you fall into his arms. Your legs were shaking and exhausted and when you looked up... his makeup was all smeared. His black fox features had melted from his sweat, running down his white face.

And when you cleaned yourselves up, put your clothes back on and went out... Everyone was looking at you... Which made you realize...

Everyone heard everything...

[eyes-of-rock]

When Your Walls Come Down

( Eric Carr X OC)

Word count: 2600

Summary: Rae is a shy music journalist who’s never stood out in a crowd and prefers it that way, but a chance meeting with a certain fox might change all of that.

I worked really hard on this am I'm very proud of it so I hope you all like it and read it! ♥︎

I don't consider myself anything special. In fact, in most rooms, I'm the invisible one. The one that no one pays any attention to. That's perfectly fine with me. I prefer to keep to myself because I'm deathly shy.

As much as I love rock and metal, I could never play an instrument or be a groupie. My stage fright and general shyness would prevent me. Instead, I'm okay with being an observer in the crowd. That's why I only write music reviews for the magazine and don't bother fighting to get interviews with actual rock stars. I know I could never handle it. I'm perfectly fine doing my more solitary work.

“Rae, ready to go?” Dana, my roommate and concert buddy, says, popping her blonde head into my room.

“Yup,” I say, grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder.

“Really?” Dana says, giving me a once-over; she's not convinced.

“What?” I ask, looking myself up and down. Am I missing a stain or something?

“You can't wear that to a Kiss concert!” Dana says, pushing me back into my room.

“Why not?” I ask, confused.

Since when can't a girl wear ripped jeans, a kiss t-shirt, leather jacket and cowboy boots to a concert?

It's not her red leather mini skirt and leather top to match with leather-heeled boots, but it's not a bad look. I'm not like her anyway. She's a blonde knockout with a perfect body. I'm a lacklustre redhead.

“We’re front row!” She says appalled. “Don’t you want them to notice you?”

Truthfully? No. I didn't want anyone to notice me. I want to enjoy the show up close. I wouldn't even know how to react or what to say if they did.

“No, I’ll let you get the attention,” I admit to her; I'm fine. I dont need it.

“Fine, but if I get backstage, I'm taking you with me.” She warns me.

Hearing that makes my heart race a bit. God, I wouldn't know what to do. I'd be awkward, ruin the vibe, and look like an idiot.

“Please don't.” I plead with her, “You don't want me making things weird.”

“You need to have some fun, Rae.” Dana sighs, “Come on, you're young and beautiful.”

If only that were true.

“Come on.” I say, opening our door and changing the subject, “I don't want to be late.”

“Fine.” She sighs, rolling her eyes as she follows me out.

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As the show ends, all four band members stand at the edge of the stage. Naturally, everyone around me is doing everything possible to get their attention. That includes Dana, of course. She's not trying to get anyone in particular. I know this because I know Dana. I've been to many shows with her; she's happy to get attention from anyone.

I, on the other hand, would rather disappear into the crowd. I actively try not to make eye contact despite them being right there. I'm looking at every place but the stage.

I watch as Paul Stanley hands a guitar pick right into Dana’s hand. Dana gives him a flirtatious smile. Please don't take her backstage—the memory of the threat she made earlier coming back. My anxiety is suddenly rising.

I'm not thinking straight because of that, and I make the mistake of looking up onto the stage. As I do so, I lock eyes with Eric Carr, the drummer.

Shit.

Before I can quickly look away, he smiles at me. Of course, once that happens, I know it would not be pleasant to look away. Of course, I can't make myself smile back because my anxiety is preventing me from thinking straight, and I'm slightly panicking.

He’s Eric Carr. The drummer of KISS is looking at me. I’m not used to anyone looking at me, let alone someone like him.

My heart is beating faster now. God, he's going to think of the rudest person ever. This is why you don't look up on stage, Rae.

He squats down and reaches out to me with one of his drumsticks. I've never gotten a drumstick or a pick at a show. Usually, like I said, I blend into the crowd so no one notices me, and when a pick is thrown out, I'm not about to fight over it.

I graciously take it. This time, I managed a shakey to smile at him to say thanks. Then, once it sinks in, I freak out and look away because it's me.

Oh my god. Eric Carr just gave me a drumstick. I know it means nothing; I'm in the front row at this concert. Plus, I weirdly made eye contact with him, and he probably felt he had to.

I look over to where Dana is standing. She's now somehow holding a backstage pass. How did that happen within the minute I wasn't paying attention?

Please, please, please don't have one for me. The drumstick incident was enough excitement for me, and I still haven't fully recovered from it. I'm even more scared to look on stage in case it happens again.

She turns to me with a big grin on her face. She flashes me the passes, and there are two of them.

Shit. The panic rises in my chest. I don't know what to do backstage with a band! What happens if I run into Eric? Oh my god. What do I even say after that? I suddenly regret ever coming to this concert with Dana.

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I managed to sneak off before anyone noticed. Ideally, I'd like to leave, but I can't because I’m too nice and can't just leave Dana here. So, Instead, I search for a quiet spot.

I find a quiet corner and sit with my back against the way. I let out a sigh, not realizing I was holding in. I reach into my bag and pull out my notepad and a pen. I need to make some quick notes for my review tomorrow. I always do this right after a concert; it's still fresh, and I don't forget.

Yes, I'm lame. I'm sitting alone in the corner, writing backstage at a KISS show. I'm fully aware. I'd rather it be this way. I feel bad, though; this backstage pass should have been given to someone who’d used it correctly.

I pause as I hear hushed voices coming towards me. Hopefully, whoever it is won’t notice me. At least, that's what I'm praying for.

No such luck. Into view down the hall come Eric Carr and Bruce Kulick. Fuck. Eric is the last person I want to see.

Not that I don't think he's a brilliant drummer. No, I happen to love his drumming. I also happen to think he's cute and seems like a sweet person.

It's just the whole drumstick thing from earlier. I don't know what to say. Well, I do. I don't know if my anxiety will let me say it. I’m shy and hate interacting with people because I freak out. Then, they lose all ability to act normally or form words.

“Bruce, this is-” Eric stops once he spots me.

“Oh, hello.”

“I told you,” Bruce says, giving Eric an I told you so look, clearly referring to an earlier conversation.

You can do this, Rae. I remind myself. They’re just people. Not that I'm good with any people. Stop overthinking. I take a deep breath. Trying and failing to calm the panic I feel rising in my chest.

“Hello.” I manage to reply with a shaky voice. God, I sound like an idiot.

“You should know you might be here awhile,” Eric informs me, “I just saw your blonde friend making out with Paul.”

Ugh. I mean, it's good for Dana but not good for me. Now I'm stuck waiting until Dana remembers me, comes and tells me what's up, and before I can leave. I don't want to leave her behind. It's our policy.

“Oh…guess I have to wait then,” I reply like an idiot as if he couldn't figure that out.

“I can wait with you if you want.” Eric offers with a friendly smile.

“Oh…ah…you don't have to.” I manage to stutter out it's lovely of him to offer, but for one, I'm sure he has better things to do than spend time with me. And I have no idea how I'm managing to make this much conversation, let alone the hours it could take for Dana to find me.

“I have no problem keeping a pretty girl like you

company,” Eric compliments me, shooting me a charming yet sweet smile. Everything this man does is cute.

I swear my heart stops for a second. Did Eric Carr of KISS call me pretty? No. No way he did. I mean, no one has ever really called me pretty. No one even notices me, let alone someone like him.

I’d even think his tone was slightly flirtatious if I didn't know better. There is no way, though. After all, he could have any girl in that audience, hell, any girl in the world. Why would he want me? He's just being nice, Rae; it doesn't mean anything.

“Thank you,” I reply, giving him a small smile. I'm proud of myself for even being able to do that. After all, I'm freaking out inside.

“What are you writing?” Eric asks, peaking around to get a look at the page.

“I’m a journalist; I do music and concert reviews,” I tell him, gently shutting the book.

“Hopefully, you write about how amazing that drum solo was.” He teases, “And how sexy the drummer is.”

I was going to write about the drum solo and how I did think it was great. Of course, I thought he looked good behind the kit, but I was never and will never admit that out loud. I was half expecting him to bring up giving me a stick.

“The drum solo was great.” I compliment him; his solos are some of the best. I can't deny that.

“Also, thanks for the drumstick.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiles, “I always try to give them to the hottest girls in the crowd.”

There he goes again with the compliments. I can feel my cheeks getting red. Rae, it means nothing. Calm down.

“You don't say much, do you?” He comments, but it's not in a condescending way, like most people mean it when they say it to me. More just made in observation.

“I’m just shy, sorry.” I apologize; I feel embarrassed. I'm sure he's used to women and people talking his ear off. I'm just sitting here like a mute, and it's no fun.

“It’s okay,” Eric says softly, “I think it's cute.”

In all my life, I've never had anyone call me shy and cute; like I mentioned, they are usually not that nice.

“Oh.” I replied, surprised, “Thank you. Most people think it weird.”

I feel my face getting warm again. I'm sure I'm blushing like a complete idiot. He’s being nice, and you’re just sitting here blushing like an idiot. I should probably say something nice back, or do I? I'm not good in social situations.

Before he can reply to that, Dana comes down the hall. Her heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor, catching my attention.

She shoots me a smirk once she notices Eric sitting with me. Oh god. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

“I won’t be coming home tonight.” She tells me, tossing her car keys at me. “Looks like you won't be either.”

“Dana, please,” I say, my face turning bright red in embarrassment. Could you leave it to Dana to embarrass me?

“What?” Dana says, playing innocent, “You’re talking to a man and not running away; this has to mean something.”

“I don't run away.” I lie.

I know exactly what she's referring to with that comment. We became roommates in our first year of college when I moved to Los Angeles. Dana set me up on a blind date with her then-boyfriend's friend.

He came on way too strong, which freaked me out, so I ran away. Like, I ran away. I turned and ran—one of my most embarrassing moments. I would instead say that Eric never knew about it, though.

“Freshmen year,” Dana says, giving me the Oh come on, Rae, don't you play dumb look.

“Fine, but in my defence, he came on to me way too strong,” I say, trying to defend myself and not look like a loser or weirdo in front of Eric.

“You’re hopeless.” Dana rolls her eyes.

“You know it,” I say, shooting a finger gun her way. Completely forgetting for a quick second, I sat next to Eric Carr of KISS, and what I did was majorly dorky.

“Please be gentle with her,” Dana says, looking at Eric. “She’s easily spooked.”

“Dana, please, I'm not your horse!” I say, completely and utterly embarrassed. I feel like hiding.

First, Dana suggests he'd want to sleep with me, which is highly unlikely. Plus, they have a highly embarrassing story of me running away from a date. There is no way Eric will want to talk to me after this encounter.

“I won’t come on too strong, I promise.” Eric jokes, “I don't want you running off on me.”

“I’m more worried you might run off after that embarrassing conversation,” I coyly say, shooting Dana a glare afterward.

“Embarrassing? I found it very informative.” Eric laughs, “Now I know what not to do.”

“Well, that's my queue to leave; see you tomorrow, Rae!” Dana says, giving me a little wave as she disappears down the hall.

I suddenly feel a yawn coming on. I glance at my watch. It's 1 am. I'm never usually up past 10:30 most nights. No wonder I'm tired. I also have work tomorrow, so I really should get going.

“I didn't know I was that boring.” Eric teases.

“It’s not you,” I tell him, laughing a little. I feel much more comfortable with him after he didn't run away after the Dana incident.

“It’s just that I have work tomorrow and never stay up this late,” I tell him, yawning halfway through the sentence.

“Well, before you go, would it be too bold to ask for your phone number?” Eric asks me with a sweet smile.

I'm surprised. No one has ever wanted my phone number before. Does this mean I've been wrong this whole time? Maybe he thinks I'm cute. Why else would he ask for my number?

“Okay,” I reply. I think he's earned it. After all, he's been sweet to me all night. As Dana would say, you only live once, right? And who am I to say no to Eric Carr of KISS having my phone number?

I open my notebook and carefully write it down. Then I write my name below it before ripping the page out of the notebook and folding it over before handing it to Eric.

He unfolded it and read it over, then looked at me.

“Rae.” He says, repeating the name he just read on the paper. I must admit it does sound nice coming out of his mouth- Rae, keep yourself in line.

“It suits you.”

“Thank you.” I smile shyly.

“I’ll give you a call.” He promises.

“I’m looking forward to it,” I tell him, and I wholeheartedly mean that. For the first time, I'm looking forward to talking to someone, and the feeling is new. Yet, for once, I'm not scared. No, I'm excited and it's a good feeling.

[marvelobsessed134]

heyy please could you do one with Tommy where the fans who think Ace is better really upset him in an interview and he goes home crying and she just comforts him into a pure fluffy mush 🥺?

You’re enough

A/n: Yayyy first Tommy Thayer fic!

Requested: yes, by anon

Pairings: Tommy Thayer x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: you comfort your husband when he comes home from a bad interview (sorry it’s so short I don’t know how I could make it longer)

You were sitting on the couch watching TV when Tommy stumbled through the door. “Hey, baby.” You said with a soft smile. However your husband was not smiling as he kicked his shoes off and plopped down on the couch beside you.

Turning off the TV, you turned to the blonde. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

“People fucking hate me. Everyone’s saying Ace was better and honestly, I agree with them. I don’t even know why Gene and Paul gave me a chance.” Tears sprung in his eyes and you hugged him tightly.

“I just want to be good, you know? But it’s so hard. Especially when I have to live up to someone like Ace who’s one of the most talented guitarists.” He cried silently, he’s never a loud crier unlike you.

You stroked his hair, “Fuck what all those people said. Yes, Ace is very talented but so are you, baby. You’re one of the most talented people ever. Do you know why I married you? Because you’re the best man in the entire universe. The most talented, funny, attractive, badass man there is. And people aren’t ready for that.”

“You really think all those things?”

“Of course, silly. I wouldn’t be your wife if I didn’t.”

Tommy kissed you on the lips, a tender kiss that had you melting into a puddle.

“I love you, Tommy.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

[tokio-luce]

Two meters from you chapter 4

“Happy birthday Paul I know you wanted to know what skydiving was like are you ready?”

The video shows a young girl smiling at the bed as she prepares for the jump, Paul watches the video and feels a lump in his throat and tears begin to sting his eyes, Julia screams and laughs as she falls with the instructor and the parachute opens.

At the end Julia appears smiling “Don’t worry someday we will jump together little brother” she said with a big smile “I love you see you soon”

Paul was crying in front of his computer and with a broken voice he said “I love you too Julia”

Ace was tuning his guitar while being attended to by Velvet

-I like to see you so optimistic- he said smiling.

-Hey Velvet what if it doesn’t work out- he said unsure of his own situation.

-How are you feeling- said the doctor checking Paul's feeding tube which showed signs of infection by the look on Paul's face it didn't seem like everything was going well- We'll try another medication otherwise we'll have to change the tube - That didn't sound good to Paul at all he didn't know if his lungs would withstand that operation.

In one of the many video calls that Paul and Ace have to treat each other something caught Ace's attention there was a portrait adorned with flowers it was a young girl Ace was surprised there wasn't. He didn't know that the starchild could draw.

-Star child, did you draw it? - Ace said looking through the camera at that portrait Paul's expression changed completely he was no longer smiling like before it was as if the question had bothered him

-You don't have to ask so many questions okay Ace - he said cutting off the call leaving Ace very confused

-She only appears in that video there she doesn't appear again in any of Paul's videos- Ace said to his best friend Peter while showing him his computer.

-You're right I found her networks and she's been offline for a year she hasn't uploaded anything mostly they are photos of her and Paul

…

Hours later Paul was meditating to keep his breathing stable and relax until Ace entered the room

-Julia is dead right?- he said without any delicacy.

-How delicate, Mr. imbecile- said Paul with a terrifying calmness while looking at Ace.

-Paulie, we can't be delicate, we just live in the moment- Ace continued but was interrupted by Paul.

-What a creative way to tell me that I'm dying- he said trying to stay calm- But new news Spaceman - he said that nickname as if it disgusted him- I can't die, I've been dying all my fucking life, we celebrated every birthday as if it was the last but she died along with my parents' marriage, WHEN THE ONE WHO SHOULD DIE WAS ME - he shouted angrily and sadly - They had already assumed it and we knew that the one who should die was me, not her- he said with his voice totally broken.

-That's why you're obsessed with your treatment and you act like you can't do anything else but follow your regimen- Ae said trying to calm Paul- Paul you shouldn't feel guilty for being alive that's survivor's syndrome you're a sick boy who has survivor's guilt-

-ENOUGH, just enough I can't die I can't do that to my parents- he said- I have no choice

-Paul if you have it that's what I'm trying to tell you please listen to me- Ace said desperately

-No, I don't have anything- he said getting up and leaving the room, while Ace cursed himself

-Paul more or less you know this boy you know he doesn't know limits I don't think he intends to hurt you- said Eric while he was sitting two meters from Paul

-I know but he simply said that I was dead as if it didn't matter and I had to be there I had to be there I had- said Paul crying again.

-Paul stop, you didn't know you couldn't do anything it's not up to you stop punishing yourself- said Eric trying not to cry - I would love to hug you but I can't these damn diseases are like a prison please imagine that I'm hugging you, you know I love you- said Eric

-I love you too Eric - said Paul then both friends went to get some ice cream to get over the bad taste in their mouths.

Ace was in his room Paul still refuses to talk to him so he had an idea, Paul was in his bed he sighed he was afraid the infection hadn't gone down so tomorrow he would have surgery.

Something was slipped under his door Paul got out of bed and looked at the manila envelope on the floor in it there was a cartoon of a spaceman holding a bouquet of wilted purple roses with a speech bubble that said "I'm sorry star child" Paul smiles slightly.

Ace was nervous as he waited outside Paul's room Paul opened the door-Paulie are you okay I'm so sorry about what I said I-

-I got your cartoon I forgive you- said Paul barely peeked through the door, Ace noticed a sign that said about restrictions do not drink or eat Ace felt a lump form in his throat that means one thing- My tube got infected so they will change it tomorrow morning general anesthesia.

-But Paulie are your lungs going to hold up to it?- said Ace, Paul simply didn't say anything, during the night Paul couldn't sleep at all the next morning, Paul tried to be calm while he was taken to the pre-op room Paul was staring at the ceiling when someone came in he was wearing a full protective suit.

-Hey star children- Paul was surprised to see Ace there-Ace what the hell are you doing-he said smiling a little

Ace simply shrugs-Well Paulie it's your first operation without Julia and before you ask I know from your videos some will say that I'm your biggest fan or a stalker- he said making Paul laugh- You're an idiot Ace frehley

Ace smiles and starts singing a song that Paul and his sister always sang together before any operation that Paul had-Everything will be okay Paulie-smiling- You promise- said Paul looking at Ace-I promise- he said showing a thumbs up, at that moment the doctor entered, Ace was able to strategically leave so as not to be seen Ace left

the area but he ran into Gene who was with Paul's parents, Ace quickly passed trying to avoid Gene

I'm serious Ace- said Gene entering the elevator with Ace- He's scared he just wanted to do something nice- Gene left the elevator angry- Damn it Gene he runs faster danger with that anesthesia with me and you know it - Ace said frustrated

Will and Stella you remind me of them - Velvet said appearing behind Ace - They were so in love - she sighs sadly - Gene and I let them break the rules so they could be happy and then - he said and went brother continued - They died under our supervision and we are not going to allow it again - he said to leave with his sister.

Ace stood there in silence thinking about Paul

- You know what to do - said the anesthesiologist, Paul looked ahead and saw the portrait of his sister Julia stuck on the ceiling, he no longer felt so scared he began to count while his sister's voice sounds in his head.

[blueberriesjust]

Hello darlings, I'm Blueberries (not my real name obviously) I'm 18 and love music from the 70's. KISS is my favorite band so that ls what I write about. My favorite members are Peter and Ace. Although I write about all of them. I'm going to be uploading a story soon.

[utopianfancyland42]

Well I write a Kiss Fanfic, if you want to read it just click the link below. It’s about Paul Stanley/Eric Carr. Some emotional struggles involved, and I hope you can leave me a kudo if you like it. Anyway just enjoy ;) 😊

[deli-writes-fanfics]

I have some utter filth for you Eric Carr x Fem Readers. Should be out tonight hopefully. I'm really trying with this oneshot.

Love you all. 🧡🧡🧡

[ericcarrsworshipper]

The way I want to write ungodly spicy imagines about Eric Carr. Idk if that's disrespectful tho- should I? Idk if anyone would even read it- 😳

[ericcarrsworshipper]

Me trying to write this KISS mini series

[ericcarrshairbrush]

I'm all new to this, but thought I would give it a try.

If you'd like some more, I'll be more than happy to make more. I've got A LOT of fan fictions stored in my phone.

But I thought I'd start with something light.

With you and Eric being best friends... Or are you?🤔

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{🤍You almost get hit by a car 🤍}

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You were walking with a book in your hands, reading your favorite story.

You had all your focus on the book, not being aware of your surroundings at all. And you accidently went straight into the road. Almost getting hit by a passing car.

Eric saw what was about to happen, and acted quickly. He took a firm, yet gentle grip on your forearm, basically slunging you into his arms. Making the book fall to the ground.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

“I'm sorry I-” He cut you off with a worried roar; "NEVER do that again! You hear me?!!!"

Your bodies were pressed tightly together, and you could clearly see the worry in his brown eyes.

"Sorry I..." You tried to explain yourself but again he just cut you off. "Fuck, you must watch where you put your feet..." He sighed, letting go of you to be able pick up your book.

You just followed him with your gaze, watching as his thick, curly, brown hair blowed in the summer wind, which caused you to be able to smell his scent. Damn... Has he always smelled this good?

Your thoughs were erased as he handed you your book, now dusty from the ground.

Even though he was you best friend, you still felt mildly embarrassed, was it because of how you went straight into the road, or was it because of him? His eyes? His smile? His hair? His scent?

Your thoughs slowly faded when you reached your hand out, retrieving your book.

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[tokio-luce]

Hi it's my first time posting a story on Tumblr I decided to try to write a Paul Stanley x Ace Frehley story if you don't like this content please ignore it (this story is based on a movie with the same name)

Two meters from you

First communication sample: Security, trust, comfort, everything in the soft touch of our skin, they give us comfort, they can give us pleasure and love is very important in every aspect of our lives but I was never aware until I couldn't have it

You should wear tighter pants so he can see all the merchandise, you know what I mean- he said smiling sideways while his friend puts on twenty different shades of red.

Paul you are a damn pervert sometimes- he said laughing playfully pushing his friend while he laughed, the room was full of some posters of rock bands as well as some stars that glow in the dark, an acoustic guitar resting next to the bed would seem like a normal room but what breaks that illusion is that it is a hospital room in New York.

-It's a shame I can't see him in person, you know- said Paul as he put some fries in his mouth, Eric stopped laughing and made a sad face Paul had planned that trip for months but he relapsed and had to go back to the hospital.

-Yes it sucks, you know the guys and I had thought about including you in a video call at least- he said looking at his friend Paul simply smiles at Eric- Hey don't worry about it I'll be fine go calm have fun and use protection- he said laughing while Eric pushes him but he also laughs.

-Keep it up don't bring anything smuggled again Stanley- He threatened his friend making Paul stop laughing.

-Eric Singer no, don't you dare you little bastard you know the food in this place is disgusting you're supposed to be my friend- he said dramatically while putting his hand on his forehead in an exaggerated way as if he was going to faint.

They talked a little more before Eric left after he left. Paul put his nasal cannula back in. He sighed and picked up his guitar and continued with the song he had started writing the other day. He was distracted when someone knocked on the door.

"How are you, favorite patient?" said a nurse with curly hair, tall, a little heavyset and with makeup that would be appropriate for a club, but of course she doesn't care.

"Hey Velvet." Paul smiles at the nurse. She and her brother have always been nice to Velvet, well, especially. Gene almost never spoils him like his twin sister does.

"Oh, that's new, isn't it? That's your best work yet," he said, looking at the corkboard in the room filled with Paul's artwork according to Velvet.

In which room is Eric- she said looking at her phone, while Velvet checked Paul's vital signs -In 191 honey - once Velvet finished she left Paul's medication cart but without first leaving you a shake that he shouldn't drink but that wouldn't hurt him

If you don't drink it now the devil will come and take it from you- she said while smiling- Vel aren't you worried that your brother will get angry- Paul asked already knowing her answer- Oh Honey you already know where Gene can hide his opinions

That made Paul laugh for a while, after organizing his medication and being busy a little longer with his guitar and starting to write a couple of songs he heard the door open this time it was Gene he's a tall man with curly black hair he looks intimidating but he's not.

Hello Gene-Paul sat on the bed so that Gene could take the blood samples that they take from him almost all the time, that was a routine all the time, of the few good things that Paul had in the hospital, the friendship that he had developed with the Simmons twins was something invaluable to him, he could always talk for hours with people about music and some comics while with Velvet he could talk about fashion and sometimes...boys.

Thanks Gene, what would I do without you? Paul said laughing. Die. Gene said laughing.

Velvet asked me to tell you that there is a new baby upstairs- Gene said before smiling at Paul and leaving the room. Minutes later, Paul went out into the hallway with his mask, gloves, and his oxygen bag. He greeted the nurses and the doctor. He already knew them by name. As he passed by the rooms, he passed by room 191. There he saw his friend Eric Carr asleep in his bed. He smiled and continued walking. But when he passed by a room, he saw a tall, thin boy with brown hair who was talking to a couple in bed.

Pete, don't make noise or you and I will get into trouble. -He said laughing while the couple did the same, for a moment their eyes met, Paul ignored him and continued walking greeting Freddie and other patients while he arrived at the newborn ward, Paul has always liked children at least in the hospital it could be like seeing them for him it was something poetic to see us the beginning of a new life a person whose path makes itself with each step.

While looking at the babies he hears someone come in, Paul didn't pay attention to the person who came in.

Hi, I saw you going up there, your stuff was a lot, are you going to be around here a lot? - he said in a relaxed tone, Paul didn't feel like talking much now-So you're deaf?- he said and Paul answered.

Shouldn't you supervise your guests? You rent your room by the hour - he said without even looking at the boy

The boy laughed out loud- Wow, I was going to introduce myself but with that attitude I don't think so- he said smiling sideways

What do you think doing whatever you want makes you a tough guy? - he said finally looking at the boy- Oh you think I'm a tough guy, not a poodle?

What did you just call me? You know it's disgusting that you let your friends use your room to have sex- Paul said annoyed

You have problems with sex? - the boy said laughing- Oh you're a virgin poodle- he said smiling mockingly.

"It's not your business and I have no problem with sex," said Paul, focusing on the babies again.

Well then I'll take it as a common point between us," said the boy looking at Paul. "We have nothing in common," replied Paul.

Wow you are so cold - said laughing

Gene entered the ward. -Ace, what are you doing up here? Go back to your room. You both know the rules. Two meters apart- Paul quickly put on his mask that has stars on it.

By the way, poodle, I'm Ace Frehley. You should relax, it's just life. It won't hurt you. Live in the moment, star boy," he said, putting on his mask that had silver and blue rays and then he left the room, leaving Paul and Gene alone.

He also has fibrosis- Ask Gene and he nods-B. cepacia is here for a clinical trial. You should stay away from him. If he infects you, you'll lose the chance of a lung transplant and that worries me.- Paul simply continues to watch the babies, assimilating Gene's words

[sluttery-withoutshame]

You like rockstars in dresses, you say?

I do not mean to toot my own horn or anything, but maybe you might enjoy this? https://archiveofourown.org/series/3942859

Also, that Eric Carr one is super accurate. That is 100% Eric’s fur.

How about... Ace and Eric in these outfits? (I love draw rockstars in dresses, I know, I'm a weirdo)

[ohblackdiamond]

Hi there!

I am getting into the Kiss fandom and I was wondering if you answer some questions.

No.1 What are the biggest memes of this fandom?

No.2 What are some things that are universally known to the kiss fandom but to anyone outside the fandom is complete bs

No.3 What are some things about the people in the fandom. From what I gather yall are horny af

No pressure btw :)

hello! i'd be glad to!

i don't know that there are really big memes if only because kissblr is relatively small, but here are some of my favorite funny posts: the random fanfic, why kiss will never get along, losing it, virgin paul vs. chad ace, virgin gene vs. chad peter,

i don't know about the complete bs part, but as close as kiss fandom gets to universal truths that outside of our sphere, no one knows much about, i guess, would be: eric carr is a good boy who deserved better, the only things anyone that was ever in kiss can agree on is that they were in kiss, and gene has herpes. well, i guess his thousands of women are probably aware there, too.

i'd say the age range on kissblr is broader than what you'll see on tumblr in general with a fair amount of people skewing 30+, although i'd estimate the average person on kisslbr is probably closer to 20ish. it is a pretty horny fandom! the dominating ships are OGs-- you'll see more ace/paul, gene/paul, etc. (paul is the fandom bicycle, followed, probably, by ace), but there's a pretty fair smattering of non-OG ship content around, too, which is nice. you get outside of kissblr and there's ao3, which, honestly, has a huge amount of overlap with kissblr (it's basically the same people on both sites). get outside of kissblr/ao3 and you find, well, youtube, kissfaq, reddit, etc., which veer much, much more critical. people definitely have their favorites on kissblr and while there's analysis, it tends to be more to do with relationships and sexy pictures than with guitars or what-was-the-band-doing-here or is-gene's-hair-real or anything like that. to this day, no one's done a serious thesis on paul's pants-stuffing and whether it's like skirt hemlines and rises and falls with the economy, which saddens me.

i hope that was at least a bit helpful! let me know if you have any other questions, i love to talk about kiss.