KISS Oneshots

Bruce Kulick x Reader

I sat at the kitchen table, furiously waiting that Bruce comes home from´band practise´. From Gene I knew that there wasn´t any practise scheduled for today and neither was it the last few days. But for some reason Bruce told me there was to leave the house without raising suspicion. When my best friend called me today in the morning and told me, she happened to see Bruce with another woman just yesterday in a café I had my suspicions. And I wasn´t happy about it. The weather outside definitly mirrored my mood, as dark clouds hung in the sky and the first drops of rain hit the ground. Just then the front door opened and Bruce walked in with a smile on his lips. "Babe, I´m back.", he called, shedding his shoes and jacket before walking into the kitchen.

I gave him sour look and took a sip of my coffee, as he gave me a kiss on the head and walked past me. "How was practise?", I asked with no emotion on my face. "It was good. Do you want to go out to eat later?", he asked, fetching himself a cup of coffee too. "So it was good? Interesting, cause Gene told me there wasn´t a practise scheduled for today when he called earlier.", I said, ignoring his question completely. He sat down on the table in front of me, sipping on his coffee before answering. "Well it wasn´t official, only Eric and I practising our solo and a few parts we were unsure about. So what about dinner?", he asked again.

I took in a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "So can you explain why Mary saw you yesterday, sitting in a café with a woman while you were in band practise?", I asked, feeling my blood begin to boil inside. For a moment there was a look of panic on his face, but then he smiled again. "Oh that. Eric and I made a break and she was a fan, asking for an autograph.", he said getting me furious. I slammed my hand down on the table, standing up.

"Bullshit Bruce! There wasn´t even one practise set up for this week and I don´t believe that you and Eric have so much parts you´re unsure about that you need to meet nearly every day for several hours! And then I hear you were meeting with a woman, obviously chatting with her longer than with a fan who asks for an autograph! I didn´t thought you would do such a thing Bruce, I really didn´t. If you were Gene, I would´ve guessed. Just know it hurts. It hurts pretty bad.", I nearly screamed at him, getting more quiet to the end, as a few tears escaped my eyes. He stood up too and tried walking over to me and hug me, but I backed away. "Y/N, please let me explain! It´s not what you think!", he started, making me scoff.

"Yeah sure Bruce! Why didn´t you just say that you don´t love me anymore?", I asked him hurt. That really got to him, I could see that. "You want to know, why I didn´t tell you that I don´t love you anymore? Well, maybe because it isn´t true! I still love you like on day one! How can you think of me like that?", he asked hurt, raising his voice too. "Well, how can I? Maybe because you´re leaving the house, lying to me about why and then I hear you´ve met with another woman! Maybe because of that!", I screamed back, angry tears running down my cheeks. "I told you, it isn´t like you think!", he screamed at me angry. "Then tell me! What do you do when leaving for ´band practise´?", I asked him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "I can´t tell you. Not now.", he answered a little more calm.

"Thats what I thought.", I told him hurt, walking to the door. "What are you doing?", he asked, following me as I put on my shoes. "I´m going to Mary´s. Maybe we need a little space.", I mumbled angrily, grabbing my car keys. Just as I wanted to exit the house, he took my wrist. "Please don´t go. You´re not in the condition to drive.", he said softly. But he didn´t calm my anger. "Don´t tell me what to do Bruce! And now let me go!", I growled at him, but he didn´t set me free. "I´m not gonna let you go. It´s to dangerous to drive in your condition!", he answered sternly. Still enough anger inside me, I slapped him across the face, causing him to let go of me in shock. I left the house, slamming the door behind me and hurried to my car. Just as I started backing out of the drive way, he stormed out of the house, trying to stop me.