KISS Oneshots

Tommy Thayer x Reader

After I watched that villa for three days and it seemed like no one was there at the moment, I decided that tonight I would go in. I slept till the late afternoon and prepared myself. With my special gear I made my way to the villa when it got dark. Half an hour later I stood infront of the back door and tried picking the lock. After trying for a minute, the door finally opened and I slipped inside quietly. I closed the door behind me and started looking around for something worth taking with me. I searched through the drawers and in a kind of office, I found a save in the wall. "Jackpot!", I whispered triumphantly. I put my ear to the safe, trying to open it by turning the little knob. As I thought it is going to open, someone cleared their throat behind me.

I stood still, thinking maybe I just imagined it. No one has ever caught me. "How long are you going to pretend you didn´t hear me?", a male voice asked behind me. I breathed in deeply and turned around, facing the man standing in the doorframe with crossed arms. I looked him up and down. Brown hair, same brown eyes staring at me and very tall. I guessed there would be muscles underneath his shirt too, at least more than I have. "Cat got your tongue? I want to know what you´re doing in my house.", he demanded, clearly pissed. Well, I couldn´t blame him. I just stood there, staring back at him and trying to figure out, if I had a chance to slip past him.

"So the little thief has lost his words I see. Let me tell you, there is nothing valuable in there. Atleast not for you.", he said walking a few steps into the room and towards me. I looked at the desk and thought about jumping over it and run out of the room. As much as I could tell, he didn´t see me searching for an escape. So when I was sure I had atleast a chance I sprintet and jumped over the desk, spraining my wrist in the process. But right now I couldn´t care less as I sprintet towards the door. Just as I thought I was out the door, he grabbed my arm. "Where do you think you´ re going?", he asked, looking me right in the eye. "Out of here.", I growled at him, before sucker punching him right in the face with my free hand.

He groaned in pain and let go of my arm, so I started running down the hallway. I could already see the back door I came through, as I was tackled to the ground. I groaned as the man pushed his knee into my back and held my hands together on my back too. Then I chuckled. "Well, I guess that makes you the winner. Go ahead then, call the police. Atleast it´s warm inside the police station.", I said smiling. He didn´t spoke a word before he knocked me out.

I groaned in pain as I woke up again. My hair hung in my face, but I was pretty sure I tied it together before going here. I looked around the room I was in and it seemed to be a guest bedroom. Then I noticed the light coming in through the window, so I must´ve been out quite some time. As I tried stretching I felt the rope around me, tying me to a chair. I groaned frustrated as the door opened, revealing the owner of the house. "So you´re finally awake. I thought I killed you instead of knocking you out.", he said, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at me. "You didn´t call the police, why?", I asked quietly.

"Let me ask you a question instead. What did you mean when you said it was warm in the police station?", he asked right back. I chuckled. "Well you see, not everyone has such a big house to call their home. Or atleast a tiny house.", I answered and he looked at me sad. "Do you want to say you don´t have a home? That you live on the street?", he asked concerned. "Yes, that is exactly what I wanna tell you. My home is under a bridge or sometimes in a shaby alley. Depends on where I am.", I said and he looked even sadder. "How old are you?", he then asked. I laughed. "I don´t really have a clue, haven´t kept counting. But I guess something around 30 already. You don´t throw birthday parties on the street, you know.", I scoffed at him, while really I just got sad again. Like all the times I would cry myself to sleep and ask myself why of all people it needed to be me.

"What happened, that you ended on the street?", he asked on. I sighed. "I don´t really know if I should tell you.", I answered, looking down onto the ground. "Why not? I mean how often do you find someone who is actually listening to you? Especially when you tried robbing them the night before.", he asked smiling. "Yeah, I´m sorry about that, but thats just the way I survive out there. And well, I guess you´re right. My parents borrowed some money from, I think it was a mafia boss. I was only 10 by the time and when the man wanted his money back, my parents couldn´t give it to him. So one night he send some of his henchmen to kill us all and take everything they could sell. They got my parents but I could escape them. As I later went back home, I found the bloody corpses of my parents and a complete mess.", I told him, starting to tremble at the memories I kept locked away all those years.

He looked at me with regret, standing up from the bed and walking over to me. He took a pocket knife out of his jeans and looked at me suspicious. "You´re not gonna run, are you?", he asked. I shook my head. "Where would I go? I don´t have anywhere to run to.", I whispered, still deep in thought. He cut the rope, untying me and hugging me cautiously. I flinched and stiffened at the feeling of being hugged. It was just to long ago, when someone hugged me. I cautiously wrapped my arms around him and started to sob a little. He rubbed my back soothingly. "Shh, it´s ok, let it out. I´m sorry I made you remember that. It must have been horrible for you back then.", he whispered. When I finally stopped sobbing he parted from me, looking down on me. "So, do you have a name, pretty thief?", he asked smiling. "I´m Y/N", I answered, looking up at him. "Well, nice to officially meet you Y/N. I´m Tommy. So, are you hungry?", he asked and right then my stomach rumbled, making him laugh.

"I guess thats a yes then. Come on, lets eat some breakfast.", he said, standing up and helping me to my feet. He took me to the kitchen and sat me down on the kitchen island. "Are you alright with pancakes?", he asked and I smiled nodding. He chuckled and started making the batter. "So, you practically lived your whole life on the street. For that your manners are really good. Except for the stealing maybe.", he said chuckling.

"Well, you need to do something to survive. And it was either stealing or making money with my body. So I started stealing.", I said shrugging my shoulders. He nodded and walked over with a plate full of fluffy pancakes. "Thats understandable. I would have chosen stealing too. Do you like syrup?", he asked and I nodded. After he got the syrup, two plates and cutlery he sat down across from me. "Then dig in, it must be long that you've got a decent meal.", he said and smiled.

He didn't need to tell me twice and so I ate pancakes until I felt sick. "That were the best pancakes I ever ate, thank you.", I told him. He smiled at me. "Thats good to hear. So tell me Y/N, what are you going to do now?", he asked. I thought for a moment. "Don't really know yet. If you aren't calling the police, I guess I'm going my way again.", I said, shrugging my shoulders. He nodded thinking.

"Or maybe you could stay. You seem nice, broken in a way but nice. I'm working as an assistant for a band right now and maybe they got a job for you too!", he suggested after a moment. I thought about his offer for a second, before smiling. "That sounds nice. But are you really going to let a stranger live with you?", I asked doubtfully. He smiled reassuringly.

"When the stranger is as nice as you, sure. So, are you staying?", he asked hopefully. I nodded eagerly, smiling. "How could I turn down an offer like that? I mean with these cooking skills?", I asked and he chuckled. "And that were only pancakes! Wait until I start cooking for real! But I'm glad you're staying. You know, it gets lonely in such a big house sometimes.", he said.

So I stayed with Tommy, getting a job as a wardrobe assistant for the band. I was happy and Tommy was really nice to me. He showed me his collection of guitars and played on them sometimes. I adored his playing and thought that he needed to stand on the big stage. Sure enough, when Ace got out of the band, the others wanted him to replace him. He took on the make up and personality of the Spaceman and I loved it. I learned to love him and he patched up my broken heart.

Yes I know, I said I don´t know much about Tommy but lately I watched some interviews and stuff and he seems nice. So I just wanted to try it and thats the result! Hope you like it and until next time!

Writer-chan