I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 3)

I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 3)

[Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader]

Read Parts 1 & 2 First!!!!!!!!!

A/ N: First of all sorry this took so long. I’ve had a very busy week and a half and I had like zero time to just sit and write. This is also the last part in this series ☹️, so I’m going to try and start on other imagines and such. If you guys have any requests for imagines, headcanons, concepts, or blurbs, I will definitely try to work on them.-C

(P.s. Sorry this first series was super short but, it’s my first time writing so 🤷‍♀️.)

Y/N’s POV

Roger’s fist had connected with the guy’s nose before I could even move.

“Why are you bothering her? Did he do anything to you Y/N?”

Roger couldn’t just shut his mouth. I knew he was tipsy and that wasn’t helping his judgement but, he had to go and have one of his little meltdowns at the worst possible time.

I placed my hand against Roger’s chest in hopes that it would somehow calm his rage.

It did not.

The guy, whose name I didn’t even know yet, already had a bloody nose and the look of terror on his face told me he wasn’t going to put up much of a fight against Roger.

Roger then proceeded to threaten the guy with so many injuries that I lost count and after several more attempts to both physically and verbally attack, Brian and I managed to drag Rog away from the bar we had been standing at.

I then decided that it would just be easier to take Roger home and by that I mean he was already dragging me towards the exit as I gave John, Brian, and Freddie a nervous smile.

I didn’t know what Roger was going to do. Usually his actions were predictable but right now, I was panicking. There were three possible scenarios; Roger decides he’s in the mood, Roger goes on a rant and starts yelling until he gets tired, or (my worst nightmare) he finally decides to cut me loose.

Roger’s POV

I was beyond livid. How dare she talk to him and expect that I wouldn’t be angry. Does she not care how I feel? All I want is to be with her and she decides to stomp all over my feelings and let another guy buy her a drink.

The short walk to the hotel was silent and my grip on Y/N had not loosened,I couldn’t let her (literally and metaphorically) slip away from me.

As soon as the hotel room door was shut, something inside me snapped.

“Who was that guy? Was he flirting with you? Was he bothering you? Why didn’t you come find me? I don’t want you talking to guys like that. I was worried. I don’t like you talking to other guys period. Eventually something bad is gonna happen, I’m just trying to pro-“

“Fuck you Roger.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You act like your so perfect, like you don’t mess around with other girls. Did you ever stop to think that you’re not always the victim! You think I like you talking to other girls? I hate it.”

I was stunned. I had no response. I never knew she felt that way. I didn’t know she even cared. I wanted to apologize immediately and tell her I only wanted to be with her, but my stupid ego got in the way.

“So you’re saying that it’s my fault girls can’t resist me?”

“You self-centered idiot, I’m saying I’m jealous! There I admitted it. I don’t like you being with other girls because I get jealous. I know that our whole ‘relationship’ isn’t exclusive but, every time you leave with one of your groupies who’s not me, I can’t help but want to beat them to a pulp.”

“Oh.”

Fuck. I couldn’t push her buttons any further, the little bit of humanity I had at the moment was stopping me. This is your moment Roger. Tell her how you feel.

“That’s how I feel when I see you with other guys. I don’t like that I’m not the only person you’re seeing.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. Yeah I sleep with other girls, but I can’t get you out of my head so, I try to distract myself.”

Y/N’s POV

Holy shit is he saying what I think he’s saying.

“But I do care Roger. I care too much for my own good. I’ve been trying to ignore you for a few months, but I missed you too much.”

I can’t believe I was finally getting somewhere. All it took was a slightly drunk Roger punching a random guy in the face. Why hadn’t I thought of something like that a long time ago?

“Look Y/N, you mean a lot to me. You can support me better than anyone else. I can’t loose you because I did something stupid. I’m so sorry.”

He sounded almost...apologetic, I didn’t know that was possible coming from Roger. I was managing to get something out of him that I’m pretty sure not one person on the earth had heard before.

I didn’t want to let him off the hook that easy but, my heart was melting with every word he said. Forgive him. Do it. You know you want to Y/N.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier Rog. A lot of shit could have been prevented.”

“Yeah.”

“You mean a lot to me too.”

“God, I’m relieved. I mean what if you had said you didn’t feel the same, that would be embarrassing. I need to stop rambling.”

I just gave him a are-you-seriously-talking-right-now look. He just smirked back at me and took a few steps until he was face to face with me.

“Is this really happening?”

“Well I would hope so darling.”

Before I could say anything else, his lips were meeting mine and it felt as if Roger and I were the only two people in the world.

I had waited so long for this moment and I felt a great pressure being lifted from my shoulders. I didn’t have to hide anymore and neither did he.

I knew Roger wasn’t a man of many words, but his mouth worked another kind of magic. This kiss was unlike any other we had shared. This one meant something, it wasn’t friendly or lust filled. This kiss was indescribable, it was just perfect.

As soon as he had pulled away, I wanted more, however he started speaking...

“Ya’know, I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid for loving you.”

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