Just What I Needed
A/N: This might be a little confusing, but this fic takes place in 1987. Roger is 38 and Axl is 25. I changed the ending of the fic from the request. It kinda just went where it went. I may turn this into a series, let me know if I should. I have a few more requests that I’m gonna try and get done before the end of the week. Requests are open, so don’t be afraid to send them in. I would love to get feedback or whatever. If you want to be added to the taglist just ask. Hope you guys enjoy.
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Masterlist
Roger Taylor x Reader/ Axl Rose x Reader
Part Two / Part Three
Requested by: Anonymous
Request: Hey! So I had this idea some time ago, hope you can do it. I know you will have to mix timelines to make it make sense, but what would happen if Roger or Bri (aware of reader’s feelings) had taken the reader for granted until Axl Rose tries to make a move on her during a party or whatever. Rog/Bri gets really mad because suddenly is afraid of losing the reader. Lots of fluff at the end, please. Btw, I love your writing.
Word Count: 3.2K
Warnings: Language???
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The studio was buzzing with life as Y/n walked in. It often amazed her how full of life the building could get during the day and how silent it would become at night. The difference in time was astonishing, making her fall in love with the art of music. It had a way of bringing out colors and feelings that weren’t present when the sound was turned off. That’s what it did to the studio and her heart.
Y/n took a seat on the couch, watching Roger play the drums. He did it with such power and certainty, it was unbelievable that sometimes he would screw up. She sighed, trying not to stare but that’s all she could ever do around him.
It was a horrible thing to admit, she knew it, but she loved the man. There was no way to pin down exactly what it was about him. It seemed to be everything and nothing all at once. Sometimes it was his smile, others it was his personality, and then there were those rare moments where it was nothing but the ora surrounding him.
Not only was it a horrible thing to love him, seeing as how he was 18 years her senior, but it was stupid. She could see it plain as day. Though he wasn’t married, he practically was. Dominique was still in the picture and Y/n was also aware that a few other women were as well. So her love for the drummer was stupid and foolish. He simply couldn’t stay with one woman long enough and the only reason that he was still with Dominique was because they had kids. Those poor kids who had to grow up knowing that their parents didn’t really love each other. It was a shame, but she loved him anyway.
That, to her, was the funny thing about love. She knew that her feelings were useless, nothing would really come of them. It wasn’t like her and Roger would ever be involved, yet she still loved him. Hopeless love, it seemed. But each and everyday, she felt that same spark when he was around no matter how much she tried to suppress it.
Y/n was snapped out of gaze when Roger stood from the drums and walked into the room. He gave Y/n a quick smile, one that was always thrown her way ever since he found out about her feelings, before turning to John.
“How did that sound? Cause I’m not doing that again,” he stated with a chuckle.
John shrugged, a playful smile growing on his face. “One or two more times should do it.”
Roger shook his head, his short blonde locks flying out of place. “Then you can do it, Deacon.” He extended his drum sticks to the man as a joke, taking them back when John wasn’t interested. He then plopped on the couch next to Y/n.
As much as she wanted to scootch away, create a barrier that she felt was needed around him, she found that she couldn’t. He had her wrapped around his finger and everyone knew it. It was obvious.
Roger threw an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close her.
“Roger,” she whispered, trying to move away. “Not here.”
He laughed, vibrating against her. “Why not? They already know.”
Y/n rolled her eyes, giving in to his sweet voice.
They already knew.
She hated that. Y/n felt like eyes were always on her, giving her dirty looks when her back was turned. Try as she might to escape them and escape the drummer before a scandal broke out, nothing worked. She was Queen’s assistant and they not only needed her but loved her. They would probably crash and burn without her there to keep them in line. Though they weren’t as wild as they used to be, it wasn’t hard for them to go off the rails every now and then. She was quite like an anchor to them, so any time she tried to resign, no one would have it. Freddie would tell her how they would be lost without her, Brian and John would tell her that nothing they did would be the same without her there, and Roger would always tell her that she would miss them too much to stay away for long.
It was a horrible situation to be in.
All she wanted was the best for them. She truly did love each of them, but she felt that if she stayed things would... get weird. Her feelings for Roger wouldn’t disappear anytime soon, but his would. He was always going after the next best thing. So, he would be interested in her for a while until a prettier woman was to come along. And Y/n didn’t think she could deal with that pain. Not when she would have to see him almost every day. That was pain she didn’t want to go through in front of prying eyes. That pain would change everything, she knew it.
Y/n was too caught up in her thought, something that was becoming a reoccurrence, to notice that Roger was talking to her.
“Y/n.”
She blinked, turning to him. A serious look plastered on his face. “Yeah?”
He rolled his eyes, a small laugh escaping. He looked at her like she was some child. The same way he looked at his own children. It was sickening. But she was young and naive, making looks like that normal, but she didn’t want to receive them from him. “Were you listening?”
“No,” she sang, “Sorry, what were you saying?”
He folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t think you deserve to know, seeing as how you weren’t paying the slightest attention.”
Y/n rolled her eyes, pouting a little, something that always made him give in. “Fine.”
“Now, don’t look so down,” he told her. “I’ll tell you.”
She perked up, repositioning herself so that her body was almost turned completely towards him, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders. “Alright, let’s hear it then.”
“The boys and I have been invited to a party in L.A. by one of our friends,” he began. “Seeing as how Freddie is a partier, there is no way we could turn down the offer.”
Try as she must to understand, she simply couldn’t. Freddie may have been the life of the party, but Y/n wasn’t even close to that. So, she wasn’t sure why Roger was even telling her about it. They were grown men, who were all smart enough to pack their own bags and get to the airport. There was nothing they needed her to do. Y/n raised a brow, “Is that it?”
“No. I was thinking that I won’t have nearly as much fun Freddie will, so maybe you should come with me. It will be a blast. What do you say?”
She swallowed, unsure of what to say. What about Dominique? What about the press? If she went with him, people were bound to ask questions. Most assistants never got the chance to leave their office, let alone go to a party halfway around the world. It would be more than odd if she were to go with them and even odder if she hung around Roger the whole time. He may have not cared about what the public had to say, but she did.
The logical answer to his question was obviously no, but logic had been thrown out the window a long time ago. “Sounds like fun,” she replied. “When do we leave?”
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Music was blaring, encasing Y/n in a layer of noise. The idea of going to the party was great at the beginning before she had even arrived, but now it was the last thing she wanted to do. Everything was too loud, overloading her sense, and people were way too close for comfort. She enjoyed having her space, but here, in the middle of a crowded room, she got none of that. It didn’t help matters that the one person that was supposed to guide her around had disappeared into the crowd.
Y/n sighed, trying her best to slip between people to get to the bar. She needed something to take the edge off. Parties had never been her thing. She was always that good kid. Her grandmother never had to worry about her sneaking out, doing drugs, drinking, or getting pregnant. She was the good Catholic girl that she had always wanted, seeing as how her brothers were the exact opposite. Y/n was her little piece of heaven, always trusting that she would stay out of trouble. And she did. Even in university, she was good about sticking to her studies. She needed to graduate to get a good job. There was no way she was going to fail as her grandmother had spent so much money on her education. So, parties were always out of the picture.
At least ones like the one she was at.
Once at the bar, she took a seat at one of the bar stools. It would be better for everyone if she just stayed put and out of the way. There was the chance that she would have to drag a drunk Roger back to his hotel room, so she was gonna try and stay out of as much of the chaos as she could manage. She flagged the bartender down, smiling when the woman stopped in front of her.
“What can I get ya?”
Y/n thought for a moment, she didn’t really trust herself around alcohol. Well… she didn’t trust others around her when alcohol was involved. “Wine.”
The woman nodded, her braid whipping around. “Any particular kind?”
“Surprise me.”
With that the woman was out of sight, going to fetch whatever wine she could get her hands on.
Y/n drummed her fingers against the bar, looking around at everyone having the time of their lives. She wished she could be more like them. More carefree and less uptight. God, how life would probably be more fun. She would probably spend less time stressing over the smallest of things and have a larger social group than just people involved with Queen. Maybe she would travel more, get a job that didn’t involve taking care of people. Being a personal assistant was never on the top of her dream jobs list.
She wasn’t allowed to daydream much longer as there was a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, her eyes landed on a young man, maybe around her age, with long red hair.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked her with a small smile.
She shook her head. “No, it’s all yours.”
He took a seat, turning to face her, with a curious look on his face. “You’re British?”
Y/n laughed, nodding just as the bartender set a glass of white wine in front of her. “Well, not really.”
The man shook his head, “Sorry, I guess I should have introduced myself before asking questions,” he confessed. “Axl Rose.” He held his hand out for her to take.
“Y/n Y/l/n.” She grabbed his hand, giving it a firm shake.
Y/n grabbed her glass of wine, smelling it before putting it to her lips. It wasn’t the type she would have normally chosen, but she was glad that it was the one picked out for her. She needed to try new things and why not do that in a whole new setting?
Axl ordered his drink in the time it took her to set her glass down. When he was finished ordering, he turned back to Y/n. “So, you’re British but not really.”
Y/n let out a laugh, nodding. “I guess you could put it that way. Technically, I’m American, so are my parents, but I was raised by my grandmother in England,” she told him.
“That’s interesting. This you’re first time here?”
She shook her head. “In L.A., yeah. But I used to visit my aunt almost every summer in Texas.”
The conversation just went on from there. She told him about her favorite places to go in London and he told her about what he liked about L.A. He asked about what she did for a living and she asked about what made him become a musician. Whether they intended for it to become a deep conversation or not, that’s where it lead.
Y/n tried not to think too much about it, but she couldn’t help but think that she had never had conversations like that with Roger. Never in the time that she had worked for Queen, had she ever had a real conversation with him. He had no clue that she was raised by her grandmother or that she was American. All he knew about her was the small things that everyone else knew. He knew about as much as he cared to know, which it seemed was nothing at all.
It was weird how open Y/n was with someone that was a complete stranger. Well… they weren’t really strangers anymore. It seemed that with alcohol racing through their veins, they spilled their whole life stories. It was odd, but Y/n felt something she hadn’t felt before. She couldn’t put a name to the feeling, just that it was foreign. Axl made her feel something… something that brought about butterflies, but not the nerves that often came with them. Just a fluttering feeling that made her feel free of whatever had once bound her. Roger never made her feel like that. Her feelings for him often felt like dead weight. Something she had to drag around with her all day, every day. It didn’t help that she would often beat herself up over feeling that way.
It was refreshing to feel light as a feather.
“Did you come alone?” Axl asked, the bartender sliding a new drink in front of him.
Y/n sighed, thinking back to the man she had arrived with. Just thinking about him made her want to scrunch her nose up in disgust. “No.”
“Are you gonna leave with him?”
Looking around the crowded room, Y/n couldn’t pick Roger out anywhere. He had probably gone off with some woman that had planned from the beginning to leave with a man. “No,” she drawled, once she was sure Roger or any of the boys weren’t in sight.
“You wanna leave with me?”
Y/n didn’t need him to ask again. “Hell, yes.”
With that, Axl took her hand, both hopping off the bar stools and making their way through the crowd.
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Y/n rubbed her eyes as she entered the room that the boys shared during their stay. Her head was pounding from all the wine she had consumed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had drank so much. Thinking about it, she probably hadn’t drank that much before. Walking fully into the room, she smiled at John and Brian.
“There you are. We thought we had lost you,” Brian admitted
She waved it off, not wanting to bring up what she got into after the party. They probably wouldn’t think very highly of her for it. “Well, here I am.”
John opened his mouth to say something, maybe ask where she had gone off to or if she enjoyed the party before Roger walked in. He looked angrier than a bull chasing a clown, smoke was practically blowing out of his ears. He didn’t even have to say anything, John and Brian understood enough, both taking their leave.
It was just Y/n and Roger as the hotel room door shut behind them. Y/n bit her lip, unsure what was going on. Roger had no reason to be mad about her leaving with Axl. It wasn’t like Roger had been around to leave with her. And why would he even care what she did?
“So, did you enjoy the party?” she asked in an attempt to break the ice.
“Yeah, probably not as much as you did.” His voice was like venom when it hit her ears, something she hadn’t expected.
Y/n rolled her eyes, as much as he was trying to hurt her, she couldn’t understand why. He didn’t own her. “What does that mean, Roger?”
He folded his arms in front of him, “You know what I don’t understand?”
She didn’t respond, as silence filled the air, he was bound to tell her.
“I don’t understand how you can love me yet sleep with that, that drugged up excuse for a musician!”
Y/n let out a sigh, trying to stay calm. She was not going to give in to this childish behavior. Not when he had every chance to love her back or make her feel wanted. “That may be so, but I can’t seem to understand how you can love every girl at once but none at all at the same time! And you may see him as a drugged up excuse for a musician but at least he has yet to lead me on like you have!”
Roger groaned, throwing his hands in the air. “What am I supposed to do, Y/n? You act as if you don’t want to be seen with me!”
Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep her voice steady as she said, “Maybe that’s because you don’t know what commitment is. You haven’t been loyal to Dominique, now have you? You haven’t been loyal to any of the woman you have been in a relationship with.” She paused, tears were on the verge of spilling. “How can I be seen with you when you’re cheating on all the other woman in your life? How can I be in a relationship with you if you do nothing but cheat?”
She waited for an answer but he gave none. She nodded, there was no way he could answer either question. Y/n knew him like the back of her hand. She knew the dirty things he did and there was no way he could get around it. She may still love him, but she was no longer blind to his behavior or intentions.
Turning from him, she wiped a tear away. “Goodbye, Roger.”
Y/n slipped out of the room, tears rolling down her cheek. She let out a sob as she walked down the hall.
“This is just what I needed,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around herself.
As much as it hurt, she knew that loving him was wrong. It was from the start. Last night, it had been eye-opening. She was no longer blind, she could see the world in bright colors. The dead weight that she had carried with her for so long was now gone as she walked down the hall. It was replaced with relief. She no longer felt like a caged bird. What she would do now was a mystery, but she knew that she couldn’t go back to working for Queen. She needed time.
Maybe L.A. would give her that.
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