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Ain't No Rockstar: parte dois - Slash

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Slash x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Y/n was nothing more than a stressed out makeup artist, at least that all she thought she was. It turns out that she was more than that to one member of the band she was working for. Not only would she have to navigate both his and her feelings, but she would also have to find the courage to seize what she wanted before it disappeared.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Long as hell, language, alcohol, mention of drugs

Fingers running over the strings, Y/n sucked in a breath as she stared out in front of her. It was late, nearly one in the morning, and she couldn't sleep. She thought that pulling out her guitar and playing a few cords would help pass time, but it didn't. Once the instrument was in her hands, she froze. Any tune, any melody, anything that she knew vanished when she tried to play it.

It had been like that for weeks now. Of course, she didn't have much time to pull out the guitar, between doing hair and listening to the band whine, there was just never enough time. The last time she had been able to pluck at the strings was when Slash walked in on her on the tour bus. But that had been weeks ago and she wasn't sure what changed, what caused her to tense up when she tried to run her fingers along the strings.

"Fuck," she grumbled, rubbing her eyes and setting the guitar on the bed.

Y/n knew what was eating at her but she didn't want to admit it. It was foolish and she knew that she shouldn't have let it get to her, but she couldn't help it. Looking in the mirror every day, she hated the person that stared back at her. It wasn't her looks, though they had been weathered by tour, it was who she had become.

Before ever hearing the name Guns n' Roses, Y/n was a happy girl. Like most, she was young and trying to figure out where she belonged. She dreamed of being a singer, she was quite good and knew her way around a handful of instruments, but that wasn't good enough. In L.A., mere talent didn't get you anywhere because there were ten other people who could do the same thing. How could she compete with that? How could she compete with hundreds of other people that were either as good as her or better? Everyone was looking for their big break, making it hard for her to find her's.

So, that dream had to be put on the back burner. It was still boiling hot, waiting for someone to take care of it, but it wasn't a priority. What she needed was money, not the belief that her time would come. Because what if it never did?

So she settled.

It seemed that was the worst thing she could ever do as she stared out the hotel window. She settled for shit. Being a makeup artist wasn't all it was cracked up to be and she had the honor of finding that out the hard way. If only she had picked a different band, there were countless out there that needed a makeup artist, instead of the one she was stuck with.

"Maybe I'll go for a walk." She pushed herself off the bed and stumbled through the dark to find decent clothes to put on.

Y/n wandered out into the hallway and walked through the lobby to be met by the brisk night air. It bite at her cheeks, causing her to wrap her jacket tightly around herself. Walking out into the parking lot, she caught a glimpse of a figure leaning against the tour bus. It was hard to make up in the darkness, but she was sure she knew who it was.

Walking closer, the little light that the moon provided illuminated the figure enough to prove her right.

"Slash?" she asked hesitantly, just as there was every chance she was right there was also every chance that she was wrong.