''❞ ace frehley x reader ━
you were just this backstage worker, stuck in the monotony of it all. free concerts were a nice bonus, but the thrill had worn off, and you were just bone-tired. nothing about you stood out; lif...
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the atmosphere backstage shifted from adrenaline-fueled chaos to a more subdued urgency. crew members scurried about, dismantling the elaborate stage setup, wiping down instruments, and coiling cables. amidst the organized chaos, you found yourself collecting stray equipment and ensuring everything was in its rightful place.
as you reached down to pick up a stray microphone stand, you felt a slight tap on your foot. looking down, you noticed a drumstick, unmistakably from the drummer, eric carr. you picked it up and turned, spotting eric eyeing the floor near the edge of the stage, his eyes narrowed in concentration.
"is this yours?" you asked, holding up the drumstick.
"oh! yeah, thanks," eric replied, his eyes meeting yours as he took the drumstick from your outstretched hand. "almost lost that one."
"no problem," you said, your voice carrying a hint of fatigue.
"you look like you've had a long night," eric observed, kneeling down.
"it's been one of those days," you replied, offering a half-hearted smile.
"i get it," eric said, his tone softening. "these shows can be fucking grueling, even for those of us on stage."
you looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his words. here was someone from the band actually acknowledging you, seeing past the backdrop of backstage anonymity.
"i can only imagine," you said, your curiosity piqued yet guarded.
"what's your name by the way? you look like someone i could talk to about life behind the scenes," eric asked, extending a genuine offer.
"y/n." you replied, a spark of warmth breaking through the cloud of indifference that had enveloped you.
before the conversation could continue, gene appeared beside eric, his towering presence casting a shadow over both of you.
"eric, we've got an interview," gene interjected, his voice brooking no argument.
"right, i'll be there in a minute!" eric responded, giving you an apologetic smile. "we'll catch up later. take care."
as eric walked away with gene, the backstage area buzzed with activity as crew members worked diligently to wrap up the post-concert chaos. you continued your tasks, the rhythmic clinking of metal against metal as you stacked microphone stands becoming a mechanical lullaby in the midst of the disassembly.
as you maneuvered through the maze of equipment, your steps heavy with fatigue, you suddenly collided with a solid figure. looking up, you found yourself face to face with ace frehley, his tall frame casting a shadow over you.
"whoa! watch where you're going," you heard a playful voice, pretty heavy accent and clearly from the bronx. it was ace.
"sorry," you mumbled, your exhaustion making every movement feel like a struggle.
"no worries. long night, huh?" ace observed, leaning casually against a nearby amp.
"yeah, something like that," you replied, avoiding eye contact.
"i saw you talking with our drummer earlier. he's a good guy," ace commented, his gaze thoughtful.
"yeah, he seems nice," you said, a touch of surprise at the conversation about your interactions with the drummer.
ace's eyes sparkled mischievously as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a guitar pick.
"here, a little souvenir from tonight," ace said, holding the pick between his fingers.
as you extended your hand to take it, ace playfully poked your forehead with the pick, making you blink in surprise. laughter escaped his lips, and he dropped the pick into your waiting hand.
"take it easy, alright? we'll catch you at the next show," ace said, giving you a casual wink before disappearing into the backstage chaos.
you stood there, holding the guitar pick, a mix of fatigue and bemusement on your face. the unexpected interactions with both eric and ace today left you feeling a strange blend of exhaustion and something resembling connection.
with the concert aftermath settling, you glanced at your watch, realizing it was time to pack up and head home. the venue was gradually emptying.
exiting the venue, you felt the cool night air brush against your skin, a refreshing contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. unlocking your car, you settled into the driver's seat, the exhaustion hitting you all at once as you started the engine. you were lucky that todays show was in your city.
as you drove through the quiet streets, raindrops began to speckle the windshield, the rhythmic pattern lulling you into a trance-like state. each drop seemed to mirror your own weariness, a symphony of fatigue echoing through the night.
navigating through familiar streets, you finally arrived at your cozy home. parking the car, you gathered your belongings and unlocked the front door, stepping into the dimly lit interior.
your home was a reflection of your solitary existence—minimalistic furniture, walls adorned with sparse decorations, and a pervasive sense of solitude that enveloped the space. with each step, the weight of the day pressed down on you, pulling you further into a vortex of exhaustion.
reaching the living room, you collapsed onto the couch, the soft cushions offering a momentary respite from the relentless pace of the day.
as you closed your eyes, surrendering to the embrace of sleep, the distant memories of the night faded into obscurity. the rain continued to fall outside, a gentle lullaby that carried you into a realm of tranquility.
in' that moment, as sleep claimed you, you allowed yourself to drift, escaping the confines of your weary existence, if only for a few precious hours.
