So this is at first a bit confusing but really whatâs going on here is that Roger is talking about his own mother who wanted him, Roger, to be a surgeon, and then settled for dentistry, and then he met Brian and took him (and Freddie) down to Cornwall lots of times. And Rogerâs mum knew Brian had studied physics and was doing postgraduate work in astronomy, and so she said to Brian, hoping he would be the sensible one, âLook, Brian, youâre a proper scientist, when are you going to give this nonsense up?â And instead of him saying something like âWhen I get my doctorate Iâll become a university lecturerâ so that she could say to Roger âaha, you see, be like Brianâ, he said âI wanna be a pop starâ.
Have 750 words of Freddie x Roger love confessions that lead to implied poly Queen because I must maintain my brand lmao
The prompt I used for this was damaged goods.
A small knock at his bedroom door had Roger lifting his head from his book just in time to see Freddie walk in.
âRog? Do you have a minute?â His voice was tentative, and Roger could see that his deep brown eyes were rimmed red and glassy with tears.
âYeah, âcourse.â He quickly marked his place in his book and set it aside as Freddie closed the door behind him.
Roger sat up a little straighter in bed and pulled his legs beneath him to make space for Freddie to sit. He watched as Freddie did so and wrung his hands together anxiously.
âWhatâs wrong?â Dozens of possible scenarios flashed through Rogerâs mind.
Freddie stared at the duvet on the bed, hair falling in his face as he picked at a loose thread absentmindedly and said, âAm IâŚam I damaged goods?â
Roger blinked, âWhat?â
âAm I unlovable? Am IâŚâ
âNoââ Roger put a hand on Freddieâs knee. âNo, Fred. Fuck, whatâs making you ask these things?â
Roger didnât miss the tears rolling down Freddieâs cheek; he ached to reach out and brush them away. Instead, he gave Freddieâs knee a comforting squeeze while he listened.
âThat guy I was seeing had some things to say to meâŚabout me, when heâ when he broke up with me.â
Roger thought that seeing, in all its vagueness, was still too generous a word for the way that guy had been stringing Freddie along.
âHeâs an aresehole, Fred.â Roger bit his tongue in time to leave out the like Iâve said before, that was the last thing Freddie needed to hear.
To his surprise, Freddie nodded, âI know. I know.â
âHeâs wrong, Freddie. Whatever he said to you, he doesnât know you, doesnât see you the way you deserve to be seen.â
âI am a lot of work, though,â Freddie murmured as he looked up at Roger for the first time. âToo much work, apparently.â
This time, Roger couldnât stop himself. He leaned forward a little, gently taking Freddieâs head in his hands and brushing his thumbs over the tear tracks staining Freddieâs cheeks as their eyes locked.
âNot for me.â
Silence stretched in the room as Freddieâs eyes widened a fraction.
Roger swallowed thickly, âNot for Brian. Not for John.â
Freddie screwed his eyes shut and jerked away from Rogerâs touch, leaving Roger scrambling to figure out what heâd said wrong.
âDonât play with me, Rog, not now.â Freddie rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there were fresh tears falling. âOne of you, maybe I could believe that. But not all of you. Come on.â
Rogerâs heart broke, âFreddieâŚyouâre beautiful. Inside and out. Youâre kind and generous. Youâre funny as hell, and you know how to have a good time. Youâre thoughtful and talented, andâŚâ
Roger hesitated for a second, but heâd started down this path, and now he wanted to see it through. âAnd is it any wonder that the three of us are falling in love with you?â
The heartbreak in Freddieâs eyes had changed to confusion. More importantly, Roger saw a small spark of hope in them.
âIn loveâŚwith me? You know that for a fact?â
Roger nodded, flashing him a smile, âBri and Deaky told me themselves.â
âWhy hasnât anyone said anything?!â
âYouâve not been single long enough lately for any of us to get a bloody word in!â Roger laughed.
âYouâre sure?â
âGod, yes! What do I have to do to prove it? Kiss you?â
He kept his tone light, but to Roger, this was the most serious proposition heâd ever made. He was surprised to see a blush spreading on Freddieâs cheeks. Fredie gave him a shy smile as he caught his eye.
âWould you?â
Roger beamed and took Freddieâs head between his hands again, lightly running his thumbs along Freddieâs cheekbones. They met each other halfway, and Roger couldnât help but smile into the kiss.
It was comfortable, like theyâd been doing this together all their lives. There was no awkwardness of trying to figure out how to move against each other. Freddie deepened the kiss, and Roger responded, opening his mouth and letting Freddie take what he needed.
They were panting by the time they pulled apart, and Roger grinned.
âShould we go find John and Brian in the sitting room and tell them the good news? They might want to get in on the celebration.â
Freddie chuckled, âBy all means, lead the way, darling.â
Have 750 words of Freddie x Roger love confessions that lead to implied poly Queen because I must maintain my brand lmao
The prompt I used for this was damaged goods.
A small knock at his bedroom door had Roger lifting his head from his book just in time to see Freddie walk in.
âRog? Do you have a minute?â His voice was tentative, and Roger could see that his deep brown eyes were rimmed red and glassy with tears.
âYeah, âcourse.â He quickly marked his place in his book and set it aside as Freddie closed the door behind him.
Roger sat up a little straighter in bed and pulled his legs beneath him to make space for Freddie to sit. He watched as Freddie did so and wrung his hands together anxiously.
âWhatâs wrong?â Dozens of possible scenarios flashed through Rogerâs mind.
Freddie stared at the duvet on the bed, hair falling in his face as he picked at a loose thread absentmindedly and said, âAm IâŚam I damaged goods?â
Roger blinked, âWhat?â
âAm I unlovable? Am IâŚâ
âNoââ Roger put a hand on Freddieâs knee. âNo, Fred. Fuck, whatâs making you ask these things?â
Roger didnât miss the tears rolling down Freddieâs cheek; he ached to reach out and brush them away. Instead, he gave Freddieâs knee a comforting squeeze while he listened.
âThat guy I was seeing had some things to say to meâŚabout me, when heâ when he broke up with me.â
Roger thought that seeing, in all its vagueness, was still too generous a word for the way that guy had been stringing Freddie along.
âHeâs an aresehole, Fred.â Roger bit his tongue in time to leave out the like Iâve said before, that was the last thing Freddie needed to hear.
To his surprise, Freddie nodded, âI know. I know.â
âHeâs wrong, Freddie. Whatever he said to you, he doesnât know you, doesnât see you the way you deserve to be seen.â
âI am a lot of work, though,â Freddie murmured as he looked up at Roger for the first time. âToo much work, apparently.â
This time, Roger couldnât stop himself. He leaned forward a little, gently taking Freddieâs head in his hands and brushing his thumbs over the tear tracks staining Freddieâs cheeks as their eyes locked.
âNot for me.â
Silence stretched in the room as Freddieâs eyes widened a fraction.
Roger swallowed thickly, âNot for Brian. Not for John.â
Freddie screwed his eyes shut and jerked away from Rogerâs touch, leaving Roger scrambling to figure out what heâd said wrong.
âDonât play with me, Rog, not now.â Freddie rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there were fresh tears falling. âOne of you, maybe I could believe that. But not all of you. Come on.â
Rogerâs heart broke, âFreddieâŚyouâre beautiful. Inside and out. Youâre kind and generous. Youâre funny as hell, and you know how to have a good time. Youâre thoughtful and talented, andâŚâ
Roger hesitated for a second, but heâd started down this path, and now he wanted to see it through. âAnd is it any wonder that the three of us are falling in love with you?â
The heartbreak in Freddieâs eyes had changed to confusion. More importantly, Roger saw a small spark of hope in them.
âIn loveâŚwith me? You know that for a fact?â
Roger nodded, flashing him a smile, âBri and Deaky told me themselves.â
âWhy hasnât anyone said anything?!â
âYouâve not been single long enough lately for any of us to get a bloody word in!â Roger laughed.
âYouâre sure?â
âGod, yes! What do I have to do to prove it? Kiss you?â
He kept his tone light, but to Roger, this was the most serious proposition heâd ever made. He was surprised to see a blush spreading on Freddieâs cheeks. Fredie gave him a shy smile as he caught his eye.
âWould you?â
Roger beamed and took Freddieâs head between his hands again, lightly running his thumbs along Freddieâs cheekbones. They met each other halfway, and Roger couldnât help but smile into the kiss.
It was comfortable, like theyâd been doing this together all their lives. There was no awkwardness of trying to figure out how to move against each other. Freddie deepened the kiss, and Roger responded, opening his mouth and letting Freddie take what he needed.
They were panting by the time they pulled apart, and Roger grinned.
âShould we go find John and Brian in the sitting room and tell them the good news? They might want to get in on the celebration.â
Freddie chuckled, âBy all means, lead the way, darling.â
when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. when all you have is a paintbrush, everything looks like a canvas. when all you have is a cock, everything looks like the exhaust pipe of a 2014 honda civic. so yes, to answer your question, i am stuck. please call the emergency services
