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namelessbutters-doodles · 8 months

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You Accepted Me, Why Wouldn't I Accept you?

Alien Tommy Thayer x Female Paul

⚠️Warnings: Gender bend (Only Paul), Negative thinking of one's self, nudity, etc. Ask to tag

''Tommy....?''

''hmm?''

''Could do me a favor? Paul asked Nervously, Twiddling around with the ties from the robe.

''Sure, Hon Anything.''

Paul grabbed Tommy's hand, leading him into there shared bedroom Alone. Tommy sat down on the edge of the bed as Paul lock door to prevent someone from walking in on them.

''Sweetie, Is there something wrong?'' Tommy Asked, Seeing How Paul was a bit off, Worried Him. He wasn't that good with reading humans but since he's been with Paul for a few years, He gotten better.

''Ye-No-Maybe....idk.'' Going back and forth with herself, Paul Was trying. Trying not to make a big deal. a big deal of what? Whatever Thought Paul had was making it seem big in her head.

''is it something bad?''

''No! of course not....Maybe....'' Paul mumbled, hugging herself. Hair falling in front of her face as she looked down at the floor. Visibly seeing her body in the robe lightly, it made her think awful things of herself. Eyes looking at the skin hidden under the robe.

The stretch marks, Flabs, Chunkiness, etc. How could she be beautiful if she was like this. She knows what people think when they see her, knows the thoughts of those when she undresses before them, The words people have said behind or in front of her.

Terrible Words, That no one ever wants to hear.

Words that put Paul down long enough to upset her or make some drastic changes that are somewhat harmful to make them not true. To make People think differently of her but overtime it wouldn't be any use no matter what.

Your too thin!

Nobody likes a woman who's big Honey.

Too much Makeup!

You were not what I was expecting, but heh you'll do.

and much more.

Becoming a famous musician and eventually a sex symbol, She thought no one would say mean things about her appearance. But no, they're were still some people who thought awfully about her.

Also, what would Tommy think once she undressed before him? She thought, Would he afraid or disgusted enough to leave her. Would he say something awful or just pretend to be nice to not hurt her feelings.

Paul shook at the thought of it, which in turn Tommy stood up and slowly took Paul's hands in his as well.

''Heyyy, What's wrong?'' Tommy softly asked, running his thumbs gently over Paul's knuckles. Staring at her calmly.

''N-Nothin, it's just....Somethin...''

''What is it?''

''.....''

''Sunlight?'' Tommy strokes Paul's cheek Tenderly, lifting her chin. Making her gaze into his Heavenly eyes. ''Y'know you could tell me anything, Right?''

She sighs, ''I know, it's just stupid.''

''What's stupid?''

''I Wanna do something, but thinking about it. it'll be stupid and probably a bad decision that'll probably make you think different of me.'' Paul confessed.

''Paul....''

His hand intertwines with her's.

''I would never think differently of you, if it's dumb or somethin. I Would never because it's you and it's from you. It's Special and Your...

Special.

''.......''

Paul looks into Tommy's eyes, searching for any lie or trick. When she finds None, she looks down.

''You think....

She looks up.

''I'm Special?''

''Yes, Sunlight.'' He kisses her, ''Yes.'' Kisses her again.

''Yes.''

XxXxX

She Stands in front of tommy, as he sits on the bed. She clenches the ties to the robe. The Robe that's covering her body, The body that'll soon be Shown to him and just him.

Thoughts goes through her head once more, but she manages to close them before they set her off badly.

Closing her eyes, She breathes in and out slowly. Steadying her breathing, preparing herself.

She grips the ties tightly.

Mind stabled, Breathing controlled, Not shaken or afraid of what's to come.

Paul is good for now.

She Untightens the robe, Making it loose and then....

She sighs.

It falls to the floor at her feet, revealing her body to the man. The man she's been with for a few years, The man she found who was injured then was nursed back to health, The man who feelings grew for her as time went by. The Man who revealed to her to be a Extra-Terrestrial from another planet.

The Man in front of her who stares at her in awe and enchanting stare with nothing except for love and acceptance.

The Man, Her Lover.

Tommy Thayer.

Time Stood Still.

Nothing is said except for the faint gasp escaping Tommy as Paul Disrobes in front of him Showing her body.

The Plumpness of her body, Breasts droopin but well rounded, Nipples almost covered by the curliness of her hair. Thighs that look soft but could break a watermelon if they could, and Alot more as well.

The stretch marks that can look bad to anyone looks beautiful to him, There like little drawings to him almost like stars, the Wrinkles, Flabs of skin and chunkiness look astronomical to him.

He gets up, going close to Paul whose eyes are still close and waiting for a answer. He looks at her body once more and is very memorize. The little details on her body, The way it looks smooth almost shining with life.

Tommy wants to say something, anything but is to star struck to do so. He struggles trying to think of what to say, it takes a minute then he figures it out.

''Your...'' He starts.

Paul's eyes tighten, Almost scared.

''Your..''

Her Lips quivered.

''You..''

Her heart races.

''You Look so divine as the stars on my home planet, Gleaming with The Moon as it rises.''

Her eyes open, Shocked.

''What...?''

''You remind me of the stars back home, Starshine.''

''i do?''

''Stars that shine bright when you enter a room or when you smile...''

''Tommy...''

''Paul...''

Paul embraces him as Tommy lets her, Hugging each other tightly.

''Your so soft, Starlight.'' Hands gliding across her back, He feels the smoothness of her skin.

''Like a angel....

A Heavenly angel.''

''Tommy....

Tears starts to stream.

''Thank you.''

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Bonus:

They both sit on the bed, Look at one another. Tommy Wipes the tears away.

''Why are you leaking?''

''I'm not leaking, I'm crying.'' Paul laughs, wiping her tears away.

''Did I make you do that?'' He asks all worried like, Afraid he did something to upset her.

''No, well yes but there good tears I promise.'' She sniffled.

''Good tears?''

''Yes, Tommy. Yes! You didn't look at me awfully or said any bad to me...''

''.....''

''Had people said awful things before?

She frowns.

''Yeah...''

Silence fills the room a bit, Paul remembering awful things till tommy spoke up.

''Well forget about them, you have me now.''

She Looks at him.

''When you ever feeling down or not well, come to me. I will lift you from Darkness and make you shine, Sunlight.''

''Tommy....''

''And if you ever need Something Ca--COUGH--Cardnal, Maybe We could....'' He Blushes.

Paul realizes and Blushes too.

''Tommy!''

''What i'm just saying!''

They Both laugh, filling the room with laughter.

........

''So Are you good, Baby?''

''Yeah, i'm good. I was worried, that you'll look at me or think differently.''

''I would never besides...

''You Accepted Me, Why wouldn't I Accept you?''

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A lil doodle (supposed to be more but ehhh art block, so just enjoy this one~)

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sluttery-withoutshame · 6 months

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I wanna talk about this writer’s work on AO3.

Their name is Sabbathgoat and their work is amazing.

This snippet here exactly demonstrates what a great writer can do.

So the plot is Eric is a whore and Tommy, on the lookout for a night of sex with a man, hires him without realising it was Eric.

So Tommy put out a request for him saying he was on the older side and has enough money to pay him well.

When Eric shows up, he asks Tommy this:

Eric adding “famous” to the description and Tommy correcting him adds nothing to the plot, but it adds so much depth to the conversation. It’s highlights the dynamic going on here. It’s an extra view into both their personalities.

I LOVE writing like this. It casually adds a whole new dimension to the story. It’s the difference between being a good writer and being a great writer. If fanfic is your thing, I’d encourage you to look sabbathgoat up.

#eric singer #tommy thayer #kiss fanfiction #sabbathgoat #great writing #ao3fic #snack cake #fineapple

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weirdlittlecorner · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Baby

Plot: It’s your birthday! You didn’t think the boys would forget, did you?

Featuring: Paul, Gene, Ace, Peter, Tommy, and Eric S.

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Paul

⭐️ Paul being the sweet man he is would wake you up with breakfast in bed. French toast, eggs your favorite way, perfect coffee- you name it

⭐️ Greets you with a gentle “good morning, sweetheart” and a peck on the nose as he rouses you to take your breakfast

⭐️ Leaves you to soak in the quiet for as long as you’d like knowing that you’re in for a busy day

⭐️ Insists that you get out of the house as soon as possible. Get a mani pedi, go shopping, anything you like for your special day. You deserve it

⭐️ Little did you know he bribed your friends to keep you occupied and away until that evening

⭐️ When your friends finally give in and bring you home, you walk into a huge surprise party with all of your family and friends present. Paul cooked a special meal and bought a cake, and all is well

Ace

🪐 “Anything special planned for my birthday?”

🪐 “Was that today?”

🪐 You blinked as he burst into his unique fit of laughter. Of course he wouldn’t forget, silly. You were just so cute and fun to mess with

🪐 In actuality Ace had planned a romantic drive around town followed by a moonlit picnic for the two of you complete with stargazing

🪐 He’s not the best cook, but it’s the thought that counts, or something like that anyway. He made (or bought) all your favorites

🪐 When he’s not messing around, he’s actually pretty romantic and will gladly hold a deep conversation with you… for as long as he can manage

🪐 “Hey! Did I ever tell you about that time I got abducted by aliens?” he laughed

🪐 You shook your head. Oh, sweet, precious Ace

Gene

😈 Over the top is an understatement with this one

😈 Gene’s known as the businessman behind KISS for a reason. Of course he’s going to enjoy the perks of the b(r)ands success

😈 Which is fair, but the private yacht was just over the top in your humble opinion. Still, here you were on a yacht in the middle of the lake

😈 This demon spared no expense in giving you what he considered to be a perfect birthday. Who doesn’t want to eat dinner and spend the night on a giant luxury boat with the person they love?

😈 You’ll spend the whole evening talking, soaking in the hot tub, watching the sunset and doing whatever the hell else you want… because you can

😈 If you’re lucky, you might be able to convince him to give you an exclusive performance of “My Uncle Is a Raft”

😈 Overall, 10/10. Being spoiled on your birthday is the best

Peter

🐱 Two words: simple and quiet.

🐱 Peter’s just never been a big fan of the grandiosity of rock and roll and you love him for it

🐱 A nice dinner at your favorite and a movie at the drive in, complete with a lovely gift that you’ve been wanting for ages is how Peter shows his love for you on your special day

🐱 At home, you’re surprised with your favorite drink and snack as you settle in to listen to his vast record collection

🐱 Peter’s definitely inclined to touch, am I right? Of course I am. Enjoy being ensnared in a warm embrace and given all the physical affection you desire from your very own cat, man

Tommy

⚡️ Look, Tommy radiates dad energy. And that means celebrating your birthday in the universal dad love language: by remembering literally everything you’ve ever mentioned even remotely liking and giving it to you

⚡️ Love a specific kind of chocolate? What about wine? Cookies? Well, good thing he bought a hundred of each to surprise you

⚡️ Same goes for the day’s activities. Whatever you want, you’re doing it. Going to your favorite museum? Laying by the pool? You got it. He just wants to spend time with you and give you the attention you deserve

⚡️ He’ll take you to your favorite restaurant for dinner and guess what? He’ll tell you he bought a 500 dollar gift card so you can come whenever you like

⚡️ Is it excessive? Maybe. Does Tommy care? Not really. He wants to shower you with love and attention and show how much he cares for you. Queens should have everything, after all

Eric

🥁 Eric doesn't believe in traditional birthdays- or any occasion for that matter. Why? Because he sees every day as special and a reason to show his love for you. He doesn’t need a day on the calendar to dictate how he treats you

🥁 Of course he’ll still acknowledge the passing of another year of your life with a small gift and a sweet “happy birthday”, but that’s about it

🥁 The rest of the day’s itinerary is entirely up to you. If you want to do something, he’ll take you to do it. If you just want to go about your life as normal, then that’s fine too. He’d rather focus on how you feel

🥁 As long as you feel just how much he loves and cherishes you, that’s all that matters. Your happiness is gift enough for the both of you 🖤

#kiss band #kiss army #paul stanley #the starchild #gene simmons #the demon #ace frehley #space ace #peter criss #the catman #Tommy thayer #the spaceman #Eric singer #kiss fanfiction #kiss headcannons

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bloody-teared-angel · 3 years

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Scooby Doo & KISS: Mystery of Egyptian Gods - Chapter 4

Made a simple moodboard for this chapter since I don't want to spoil it much with the pictures I would put in.

Filter credit: slykther

#kiss band #paul stanley #starchild #kiss the band #edit #moodboard #daphne blake #scooby doo #scooby doo & kiss #scooby doo & kiss: rock 'n roll mystery #stardaphne #fanfiction #fanfic #gene simmons #tommy thayer #eric singer #shaggy rogers #velma dinkley #aesthetic

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mxliv-oftheendless · 2 years

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Seeing an Angel

IT’S PAUL’S BIRTHDAY!! So naturally, I had to write something for the day; even though the fact that my class schedule forced me to wait until eight at night to start writing is incredibly rude. This little story was inspired by a FANTASTIC drawing from @confusionh of Paul as the Phantom of the Opera and Tommy as his Christine, which you can look at HERE before reading the story. Massive shoutout to them for the fanart!

Enjoy the story!

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He was in the shadowy safety of Box 6 when he first saw him.

He was observing the orchestra as they were being handed their sheet music for the next opera to be performed, Hannibal--definitely not his first choice to be put on. Hopefully the cast members wouldn’t butcher the characters this time like they did for the last opera.

There seemed to be new members of the orchestra, particularly in the woodwinds. He noted, with some satisfaction, that the flautist who insisted on never being in tune was not present. Finally, some sanity had prevailed.

A loud laugh echoed through the auditorium, and he turned his head to see the source. And that was when he saw him.

A man, about his age, well-built, holding a violin case in one hand. He had dark hair that brushed his shoulders, soft, feathery-looking hair that framed his sqaure face perfectly. His face... there was a wonderful warmth in his face that seemed to emanate from him, as though he had captured some essence of the sun. His smile seemed to be naturally fixed there, never to turn into a frown, and it was genuine and pure.

His breath caught at the sight of him. He was beautiful... almost too beautiful to be real. Some incredible artist must have created him. He was positively angelic. The sort of beauty that the greatest love poems were written about, and for whom ballads were written.

“Monsieur Thayer!” the voice of the conductor rudely interrupted his state of awe. “It is rehearsals. We do not have the time for you and Monsieur Carr to chatter away.”

Thayer... but what was his first name? He wanted a real name to put to that lovely face. If nothing else than to prove that he was, in fact, real.

The angelic being and Monsieur Carr, a percussionist, returned to their places. The angelic being gave the conductor a smile. “My apologies, sir. But please, call me Tommy. Everyone else does.”

Tommy...

So that was his name.

“That include the Opera Ghost, Thayer??”

He frowned at the familiar obnoxious voice. Ugh. Leave it to that cellist Frehley to ruin a good day. His day was automatically ruined when his ears had to be subjected to his grating voice.

“Ya never know,” Frehley continued. “The Opera Ghost might want to know your name!”

My name is Paul, you gin-swilling buffoon. Not that he would ever give him the pleasure of knowing. Tommy, on the other hand...

Tommy simply laughed at Frehley, the same sort of laugh everyone gave when they were humoring the legend of the Opera Ghost. “Oh, of course.” He raised his head and projected his voice. “Opera Ghost, if you’re hearing this, you can call me Tommy!”

If only he knew the Opera Ghost was listening.

As other orchestra members chuckled at Tommy and they got into position to rehearse, the Opera Ghost watched only Tommy. The orchestra didn’t know how fortunate they were, to be able to be so close to a man as lovely as him. He could only dream of such things. No being as enchanting as Tommy needed a monster like himself near him.

But perhaps a letter could be allowed...

The next day, Tommy Thayer would walk into the orchestra pit and find that, waiting for him on his assigned seat, was a note signed “O. G.” in an elegant script, and a single red rose.

#paul stanley #tommy thayer #kiss fanfiction #phantom of the opera #kiss au writing #poto au #YEAH SO I LOVED WRITING THAT #paul is smitteeeeeen #hope you enjoyed!#happy birthday paul!#my writing

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tanookikiss · 4 years

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Tommy Thayer (Space Cop AU) inspired Moodboard

I had this wacky little AU origin idea of making Tommy a Jendellian space cop before joining KISS.

#Tommy Thayer #The Spaceman #KISS AU #KISS inspired moodboard #moodboards #tanookiroxx #Tron aesthetics #Space Cop #Jendell #KISS lyrics #KISS fanfiction writer #KISS #KISS band #KISS the band

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ohblackdiamond · 4 years

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black and gold (kiss/endgame crossover, pg-13) (part 2/?)

Prequel to “the end of the world tour.” Four former bandmates and even-more-former superhoes superheroes struggle to come to grips with life after Thanos’ snap.

In this chapter: Thanos snapped his fingers and now we’re dust.

The meet and greet crowd—the typical assortment, older Gen-Xers, the youngest of the baby boomers, and a mildly-flattering, scattered handful of college girls who’d dumped their summer savings on a picture and some guitar picks—wasn’t anything unexpected. They did a few impromptu songs, as usual, before obediently heading over to the table to start signing. For all he’d told Paul not to be an asshole earlier, Gene couldn’t help but wonder, in the back of his mind, how many of the albums and posters he was mindlessly signing would end up on ebay directly after the show. Trying to curtail the amount of stuff people were allowed to bring hadn’t ever worked, and eventually, they’d all just given up and scrawled crappier signatures the more items a single person handed over.

Gene would make conversation, usually, if the fan didn’t seem too nervous. Eric, too. Tommy still would get that surprised look on his face on the rare occasions when one of the fans struck up a conversation with him instead of Gene or Paul.

Paul wasn’t doing much talking. He was trying to save his voice for the stage, though he’d usually give up on that about ten minutes before the end of the meet and greet, or whenever a cute girl slid him his own Playgirl article to autograph. There was one, maybe two every tour that would. Gene would almost swear Paul had a sixth sense for when it was coming—a hell of a poor trade-off for the precognition he’d had during their superhero days. He’d be smiling before the chick pulled the magazine out from her bag.

He was smiling right now. Gene spared a glance away from his own solo album just to verify—yeah, there it was. That Playgirl issue. The girl—maybe twenty-five or thirty, hair dyed blue—was trying to flip to the proper pages, but Paul extended a hand and, taking the magazine, flipped to the article for her.

“Could you hold it for me?”

“Ohh. S-sure!”

“Paul, I think that’s what the table’s for.” On Gene’s left, Eric was shaking his head slowly while signing a copy of Revenge for a balding man with a goatee. Paul shot him an offended look, and started to talk to the girl in earnest out of spite. Gene turned his attention to the guy still in front of him. He’d already signed his solo album, made a little small talk, but the guy was still just—standing there.

Gene tensed. He glanced over at one of the bodyguards, who immediately started walking towards their table. He cleared his throat.

“Did you have something else to sign?”

The guy wasn’t looking at him. The guy wasn’t looking at anything. His hand was shaking like mad as he pointed past Gene, behind him—

“That woman over there. She disappeared. She fucking disappeared!”

“What are you talking about?” Gene was trying to make eye contact with the guy on automatic. To his right, Eric and Tommy both were signaling more of the bodyguards. Gene elbowed Paul, who just elbowed him back, knee-deep in some conversation about Live to Win with the girl. She was still holding the Playgirl. Gene didn’t even think Paul had signed it properly yet. Shit. This could be bad. They could have a nutcase here, somebody that needed to be talked down and carried out—

“She’s gone. That woman’s gone.” The guy inhaled. “You didn’t see it.” He turned around, actually getting out of line to yell out. “Didn’t any of you see it?!”

The crowd just murmured at first. Two of the bodyguards approached the guy, one on either side, grabbing him by his arms before Gene could blink. Paul had yanked himself out of the conversation with the girl by that point; Gene felt his glance on him for a brief second as he signed the magazine, heard Paul briefly mumble “here.”

It was the last word Gene ever heard before the world fell apart.

The man went first, the one the bodyguards had restrained. The whole of him just started—started peeling away in pieces, like his skin was confetti. No scream. He didn’t have time to. No more than two seconds before even the pieces had turned to dust and disappeared, the bodyguards holding nothing—nothing at all—

“What the fuck—”

Then the screaming started in earnest. The whole room erupted in it, a cacophony of people trying to get out, trying to hold on, trying—there was a shuffle next to him, the thump of a magazine hitting the floor, and distantly, Gene realized that the girl, the girl Paul had signed for, she wasn’t there, either—he kicked his seat back, standing up, a couple of the handlers and bodyguards trying to surround the band like it mattered, like anything mattered when those awful dissolves kept happening, kept happening—

He saw a little girl cling on to her mother as she collapsed into dust in front of her. A kid with a guide dog clench onto the leash, the dog disappearing, leaving nothing behind, not even the collar. No connection. It kept happening. It kept happening. Fifty, sixty people in less than a minute. Maybe more. Gene couldn’t even count it. Some of them were running as they fell apart, some barely had a chance to see what was happening to them. Someone nearly knocked the table over, and Gene got up and skirted around it, pushing past the bodyguards. They were dissolving like everyone else—God, oh, God, he was stepping through what seconds ago had been a person and there was nothing left, not even a particle—

He didn’t know why he kept walking. He didn’t know anything. He just couldn’t keep sitting there, couldn’t keep watching. People were bombarding him, scurrying toward him like he could help, like he could save them. They were grabbing his arm, his shoulder, pleading and sobbing, some of them dissolving against him, the pressure of their face against the armor fading to nothing at all, the swirl of dust vanishing before he could even breathe—

Someone had a megaphone. Someone was shouting about staying calm. Exits out of the building. Something—statewide, maybe nationwide, they didn’t know. Maybe some sort of biological warfare. Some kind of extraterrestrial attack. He could barely hear it over the crying. But they heard it, the crowd heard it, and some of them started to move away, let go of him and run to the doors leading out. One of the bodyguards pushed through, yanking him roughly by the arm—

“You could’ve gotten trampled.” The bodyguard’s breath, laced with cigarettes, stood out sharply somehow, as if everything was overemphasized, too harsh, too glaring. Around him people were still disappearing, whether out the exits or dissolving. It wasn’t stopping at all.

“They wouldn’t.”

“We’re taking you guys out of here.”

“Get off of me,” Gene snapped, shoving away his grip, pushing through the crowd again, back towards the table. Stupid. Stupid. Walking into the crowd without checking on Paul, without sparing a glance at Eric and Tommy--surely none of them would’ve left the table--he had to check--and now he was shoving through people as desperately as anyone else, still dissolving, still --

“ Paul !”

He was still there. He had stood up, was leaning with his shaking hands pressed against the table. Gene didn’t need to get close to know Paul was hyperventilating. There wasn’t a bodyguard or a handler there. A couple people had surrounded the table, or tried to, crammed and bottlenecked in. The crowd only started to part when Gene stepped through, and he could feel every eye on him, expectant and waiting. Like he was supposed to do something heroic. Swoop in and be amazing. But he just grabbed Paul’s shoulder.

“Paul. C’mon, c’mon. It’s okay.” And to the crowd, “Get the fuck away from him, would you?”

They scattered. Gene’s world telescoped down until he wasn’t hearing the crowd and wasn’t seeing a soul beyond Paul. His hands were still shaking. Gene pushed his chair forward, and slowly, slowly, Paul sank into it. His neck was flushed. His breathing wasn’t going back to normal. Gene started rubbing his shoulder.

“Gene…”

“It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Paul shook his head.

“I’ll get the doctor.”

Paul shook his head again.

“Paul, I’ll get the doctor,” Gene repeated, though he didn’t know if he could. “Where are Tommy and Eric?”

They wouldn’t have left him there. There wasn’t a way in this world they would have left him there in that kind of shape, unless the bodyguards had gotten hold of them both, or the fans. But the fans wouldn’t have mobbed the two of them. It wouldn’t make sense to-- a prickly feeling rose up in Gene’s throat, one he tried to shove down. No, no, it couldn’t be.

Paul’s hand slid to the side of the table. It was several seconds before his breathing slowed enough to speak. The noise of the crowd seemed to have faded out. Gene realized it dimly. There weren’t more than fifty people left in the entire room. He didn’t know how many had disappeared and how many had just fled. He couldn’t tell. He just kept rubbing Paul’s shoulder, closing his hand over it, then clenching as Paul finally answered him.

“They’re gone. They… you’d just started walking when they…”

“They left. You mean they left the room.”

“No. Gene, they--they were right there and I--I was going to… to follow you, I turned and…”

“But you didn’t see them. You didn’t see them, right?”

Paul was still solid. Not going anywhere, not dissolving in his grasp. Still warm. Still alive. Gene heard him make a slight sound and that was when he finally loosened his grip.

“I didn’t see them disappear.”

“Then they might have run out. Or--the bodyguards might’ve taken them to the limo--”

“No. Gene, just look--” Paul didn’t turn his head. Just pointed to his right. The three chairs. Gene’s own, empty and pushed back. Eric’s next to his, then Tommy’s. Gene took a breath. He had to force himself to look. He’d thought, earlier, that there was no trace, no trace at all when people disappeared, but he’d been wrong. There were scattered, metallic bits of their costumes on the seats and on the floor, only visible because they reflected the light.

They were gone. Tommy and Eric were gone.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #gene simmons #paul stanley #eric singer #tommy thayer #gene simmons x paul stanley #ace frehley #peter criss

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 3 months

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I realise that this one-shot Eric Carr X Reader may be a little long. I've been writing it on and off for the last day. Sorry for the wait. Will try and get it wrapped up tonight but I'm terrible for getting distracted.

Feel free to suggest some one shot/imagine/fic ideas! It would be helpful!

#eric carr #gene simmons #paul stanley #tommy thayer #kissband #paul stanley fanfic #eric carr fanfiction #eric carr x reader #eric the fox #eric carr the fox #gene simmons fanfiction #tommy thayer fanfiction #vinnie vincent fanfiction #kiss the band #kiss #kiss band

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ericcarrsworshipper · 3 months

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Please check out my KISS Fanfiction account, thanks ❤️ put in your requests! Read the pinned post it'll tell you who I write for! 👇

@deli-writes-kiss-fics

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ladyshandioftheendless · 5 years

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~PICTURE PERFECT MASTERPOST~

{Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8} {Chapter 9} {Chapter 10}

~GUEST WRITINGS~

{The Diva and His Makeup Artist} by @misslivvie

{Drunken Kisses} by @misslivvie

{Good With His Hands} by @misslivvie

~SIDE STORIES~

{Just A Little Longer}

{A Gift Fit For a Diva}

{Come Here Often?}

Main story is complete! More updates as new stories are written! <3

~PICTURE TWISTED~

part 2 of the Model AU

{Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4}

#master post #KISS AU writings #Supermodel StarChild~#KISS fanfiction #Model AU #Bruce Kulick #Paul Stanley #Peter Criss #Ace Frehley #Vince Neil #Mick Mars #Vinnie Vincent #Gene Simmons #Tommy Thayer #Eric Carr

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kissmyspaceace · 6 years

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Fanfics?

Should I write embarassing/cheesy fanfiction? About a-ha and/or KISS? I'm kinda in the mood but at the same time I have no idea if people would read those lol

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 3 months

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My different blogs + Masterlist

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

@deli-writes-kiss-fics - the blog you're on right now. Here I write KISS imagines and fics. I write x Reader (female, male and gender neutral/unspecified). Dm me if you'd like to request. I'll write publicly but if you want a custom private imagine/one-shot you can ask. I'll write for Gene, Paul, Eric Carr, Tommy and maybe Vinnie (I'd have to research on anyone but Eric but willing to try). Anyone asking for a romantic fic has to be 18+ with age in bio. I don't need a bad rep. I won't write anything romantic for minors.

@ericcarrsworshipper - This is my KISS blog which is Eric Carr focused. If you wanna connect over KISS and/or Eric C, feel free to pop up and chat!

@whysodelirious08 - This is my Eddie Munson fanfic account. I haven't written there in a while but there are a few fics. (18+ MDNI WITH THIS ACCOUNT. THANKS).

@whysodeli08 - This is my roleplay account. I do literate 18+ roleplay. I DO NOT roleplay with under-18s. Ans age has to be in Bio if you wanna rp with me. Happy to do most plots but I only RP OCs, happy to place an OC with someone willing to play a character though. I don't rp for shows or movies. Only with KISS band members. Otherwise, plots can be based on shows and movies but not playing the characters.

Masterlist:

Fluff imagines:

Early morning day off

X Reader:

Eric Carr X fem reader: Led Zeppelin and sweet drinks

Reader POV

Hurt no comfort Eric Carr POV short story

Eric Carr with widowed reader.

18+ (MDNI)

Eric Carr x Fem Reader oneshot

In the back of the car fun fem reader

Eric Carr x Trans Male Reader

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