Every Girl's Dream: KISS One Shots, Imagines, and X Reader

💜 KISS and Makeup 💜

Era: 1970's/Paul Stanley:
Third Person Point-of-View

Warning: Smut 

Seven hours...that's how long it had been since your boyfriend, Paul Stanley, left this morning for what was supposed to only be a "couple" of hours work at the studio with his band mates. 

The two of you had been together for a little over a year now and everything seemed to be going great...until recently when work always and continuously called Paul away for the purposes of song writing, rehearsing, photo shoots, interviews, and everything else in between that came with being in The Hottest Band in the World...

...unfortunately, less and less time together had also became a part of it too...Paul never seemed to get home until well after midnight and by then he was always too tired to talk or even spend just a few minutes with you; after a quick shower, he always seemed to fall into bed and be asleep in a matter of minutes if not seconds.

"Y/N..." A familiar baritone voice suddenly called. "...I'm home..." 

You had been so caught up in your own thoughts that you hadn't even heard him come in. 

"...there you are..." Paul then says, coming into the living room and finding you seated on the couch. "...I'm sorry I'm so late..." He apologized emptily. "...we were working on some new material and one thing-"

"-just led to another and we lost track of the time..." You then said along with him, knowing exactly what he was going to say in nearly the same explanation that he always seemed to have.

"Is something wrong, Y/N?" He asked, arching a brow; immediately detecting the sharp tone in your voice. 

"...yes..." You then stated flatly, knowing this was your one chance to finally bring your feelings out in the open. "...I'm afraid there is..."

"What is it?" Paul questioned, coming over and sitting down beside of you; concern lacing his expression.

"...Paul, for the past few weeks, I've barely seen you...much less, gotten to spend any time with you..." You then began. "...we haven't had the chance to talk or anything...all you do is get up, get dressed, leave, stay gone all day...and then when you do finally get home, you don't say two words to me before passing out and doing it all over again the next day!!!" 

"What the hell do you expect me to do then, Y/N?!" Paul immediately yelled, his own exhaustion making him even more ill-mannered and ready for an argument. "We have to get this album ready and cut before the tour starts next month!!! And in case you have forgotten, my working like I do is what pays the bills around here along with buying you all the things that I do!!!" 

"Paul, please...material things aren't important to me!!!" You say, desperately trying to plead your case to him. "You are...all I want is time together, don't you understand?"

"NO!!!" He roared, then getting to his feet. "I work so that I can give you everything you want and everything you need...don't you understand?! It's all for you, Y/N!!!"  

"Paul, I-" You continued, trying to calm him down; knowing the degree of his temper. 

"And what the hell do I get in return...?" Paul then asked, his voice dark and sinister with anger. "NOTHING!!! NOT...A...DAMN...THING!!!" He then paced around the couch, slowly; almost as if circling you. "You planned this entire little situation, didn't you?! You were just waiting for me to walk through that door so you could start this nonsense, weren't you?!"