KISS Oneshots

Eric Carr x Reader

As Paul Stanley's little sister I was always with the band and when they needed to hire a new drummer, they wanted my opinion. I chose my candidate for an interview, his name was Paul Caravello. He and all the others we invited, came to an interview a week later. And heavens was he beautiful! He had the biggest head of brownish black hair I ever saw, a cute smile and soft brown eyes. And when he began to play and sing I melted. When I looked to the guys and saw their faces I knew that Paul Caravello would be the new drummer of Kiss. Sure enough a few days later they invited him to sign the contract. I waited in the conference room of the hotel for him and the band to arrive. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. Expecting the band I stood up and opened the door. Only for the new drummer to stand in front of me. I smiled at him. "Hey, come in. The bands not here yet but make yourself comfortable.", I invited him in.

He smiled back stepping into the room. "Thank you....erm.." I smiled. "I'm Y/N! Paul's my big brother.", I introduced myself while walking towards the sofas with him. "It's nice to meet you Y/N. I'm sure you know my name already.", he answered smiling. "Sure I know, you're Paul! About that, we probably need to come up with a stage name for you, cause you know, we already have a Paul.", I told him and he nodded. "Sure, thats no problem.", he said and we talked a little till the guys showed up. We had a really great time and I was happy that Paul would be our new drummer. "We still need a stage name for him.", Ace said suddenly. "Right, what about for the lastname we just shorten my real name? So Caravello becomes Car?", he suggested. "Not bad but maybe you should put another R on the end or else it would sound a little weird.", Gene suggested.

"Sounds about right. And what about Eric as your first name? I think it fits quiet well.", I said, smiling at him. He thought about it for a moment before smiling. "Eric Carr. I think I like it!", he said. We then talked about his persona and he wanted to do a hawk. A few days later we tried to find a costume and tried out the make up. It turned out that the hawk wasn't a good idea. There he stood in front of me, wearing a yellowish vest covered in feathers and the most ridiculous make up on his face. "Wow, you look.....birdy?", I said cautiously while lifting an eye brow. "No offense but you look like something straight out a horror movie.", Gene said before turning around and leaving the room.

Eric laughed. "Is he right though? Do I look like I'm straight outta a horror movie?", he asked smirking. "Well, it definitly looks......awful.", I said laughing at the end. The next moment I was running from him, cause he decided to chase me through the dressing room. And then I knew we would be good friends in the future. He last minute decided to be a fox instead of the ridiculous hawk and it fit well. The fans accepted him really fast and soon he was a favourite of some of them. I grew closer with him too. We were always together and practically unseperable. We would joke together and visit the citys we stayed at during the tour.

The show today was something special. Today five years ago Eric joined the band and tonight I wanted to celebrate it with him. The guys were just getting ready and I sat beside Eric, watching him doing his make up. He smiled. "You know if you keep staring I might make a mistake.", he said not looking at me. "Sorry, it's just so fascinating to watch you guys do your make up.", I apologized. He turned to me with a smirk. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I like your stares on me! All the pretty girls do it, it's normal.", he said, winking at me and turning back to the mirror. I blushed slightly and looked down to hide my red face. Luckily Paul then called for the rest of the band, cause they needed to make their way to the stage. Eric stood up and looked back at me. "Are you coming Y/N?", he asked holding a hand out to me. I smiled and took his hand. "Sure my darling Fox!", I answered and he chuckled, pulling me up to my feet.

Then we followed the others to the stage, me staying back at the side while they entered the stage. The crowd cheered and before they started playing, Eric winked at me. I blushed again and watched them play. I enjoyed every second and then suddenly, in the middle of his solo, one of Eric's drumsticks broke. He tried not to let the fans see, but I saw the panicked look on his face. I grabbed his spare ones and jogged up to him, giving him the drumsticks. He smiled at me gratefully and continued playing. I smiled back, before getting back to my spot and watching the rest of the show. When the show ended Eric practically jumped from his drumkit and ran towards me. When he reached me, he lifted me up and spun me around. I laughed as he sat me down again. "What was that for Foxy?", I asked him smiling. "I'm just so grateful to have you here. You really saved me earlier. And no one seemed to notice, except for you. Just what would I do without you?", he asked smiling down at me. I smiled back. "Don't loose me then or you'll find out!", I answered him.