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somekindofroger · 5 years

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One Year of Love (Chapter 13)

Roger Taylor x Reader

previous chapters: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE

Summary: FINALLY you and Roger started your relationship after lots of arguments and each one of you trying to not admit the feelings for each other. Well, this chapter is mostly how your relationship is going.

A/N: WE ARE HEADING NEAR THE END MY LOVES (tbh idk how many chapters left, but heh, I feel like it’s almost done). Just to not be a rushed story, I tried to show a bit of their relationship, it wasn’t easy to be honest, I’m afraid it was a bit boring, ugh, I hope y’all like like it. Don’t forget the feedback, p l e a s e

> Grammar errors and typos as usual. If you want to know when the next chapters come out, send me an ask for a note so I can add you on the taglist. xx Words: 2k. “Roger, I can’t concentrate if you keep trying to make everything in this living room a drum.”

“But-”

“If you want to make noise, why don’t you go home?”

“But-”

“I need to study or I can’t go to the gig tonight.”

“Ok.”

“Thank you.” He stayed quiet for a minute then he started to hum one of Queen’s songs.

“Roger!” you complained again.

“Alright! Sorry.” He apologized in what seemed to be the hundredth time in that day.

“Don’t you want to go out to grab us some lunch?” you asked trying to make him leave the apartment somehow.

“I thought we were going to have pasta-” he started when he saw your face. “Ok, I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t worry.”

“Day one and she already can’t stand me.” He said while grabbing a jacket, you couldn’t avoid but laugh a bit, he kissed your forehead before leaving the apartment, you could finally concentrate a bit.

Roger had just left your building and it was going to cross the street when he saw a familiar face approaching.

“Roger? Roger Taylor?” the man stopped him. Roger tried to remember where he was familiar from until he said so. “I’m looking for (Y/N), is she home? We were supposed to meet last night but she never showed up.”

‘Shit’, Roger thought.

“Oh, Michael, isn’t it?”

“Matthew.” He corrected. “Is she home?”

“Mmh, she’s busy, mate. Don’t worry though, she will let you know what happened.” And Roger walked away, Matt touched his shoulder, trying to make him stop, but Roger pulled his own shoulder away so Matt couldn’t touch it. He turned around to see what that guy still wanted.

“Are you two together or something?” Matt angrily asked. Roger was done with that guy.

“Yeah, she’s my girl, you should back off.”

“Why that bitch still went out with me if she’s dating you?”

“Ok first, don’t you dare to offend her and second, that’s not of your concern but we only made things official last night.”

“Oh, so it was very easy to keep me up waiting like a moron.”

“You are a moron.” And Matt tried to punch Roger’s face but Roger dodged it and punched his face, his nose started to bleed. “Don’t show around her again.” He said and left at once.

One hour later Roger went back to your apartment.

“Finally!” you exclaimed watching him arriving.

“I went out for a walk too, so maybe you would have more time to concentrate.”

“Did you bring my food?”

“You mean our food?”

“Yeah…” you said ironically. He gave you a box of Chinese food, he had learnt already that it was one of your favorites. “Oh my god, I love you.” You let it out and Roger widened his eyes.

“The food.” You immediately corrected. “I meant the food.”

There was a tension in the air for a moment and Roger didn’t know what to answer.

“I met Max”

“Max?” you asked confused while eating the food already.

“Yeah, that guy you were dating.”

“You mean Matt?”

“Yes, that one. I punched him.” You almost choked with the food.

��“You what?” you almost yelled.

“I mean, he tried to punch me first” Roger said as a defense. “He was coming to see you and he confronted me, I said we are now dating and he called you a bitch and well, we got there.”

“I don’t know if I should be mad or flattered.”

“You should clean yourself” he answered handing over a napkin to you, because you got your cheek dirty. The tension was no longer there.

“I see two love birds” it was the first thing an excited Freddie said when saw the two of you arriving together.

“Freddie Mercury, that’s (Y/N), my girlfriend.” Roger said.

“Finally!” Brian said showing up behind Freddie. You just laughed.

“Where’s Deaky?” you wanted to know.

“Probably around that girl again, what’s her name?”

“Veronica, I think. She seems nice.”

“I feel like we will have to help him just like we did to our mate Rog over here.”

And the conversation kept going for a while, until Freddie left to pay attention to other people. Roger was next to you most of the time, making you company and not leaving you alone. For a moment he left you to go grab some drinks, it was when Deaky showed up.

“(Y/N)!” he excited exclaimed when saw you. “How are you?” he sat near you.

“Hello, Mr. Deacon. I’m great, how’s your girl?”

“Pf, can’t believe the guys already said about her.”

“Well, I have heard about her before, but just saying I want to know her. She needs my approval.” You winked.

“Of course” he smiled back “but not today, I want you two meet out of a party like this.”

“If you insist.”

“And how are the things going with Roger? He’s all smiley and so are you.”

“Apparently we are dating now.” You shrugged hiding a smile.

“Hey, that’s great, honey! Is that what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I guess, I like him but… I know it won’t last.” Deaky took a deep breath before answering you.

“(Y/N), don’t think if it will last or not, just enjoy the now, alright?” he winked, smiling, right at this moment Roger was back, carrying the drinks. The three of you kept talking until left again to find his girl.

Three months went on very well in the relationship of you and Roger, until the first bad arguing. Roger went out with the guys and got drunk, he didn’t let you know where he was going, he just called you in the middle of the night asking if you were awake so he could go to your place and the two of you could shag; you had to go pick him up. You didn’t like that he didn’t tell you that he was going out, you didn’t mind of him going out without you, you had learnt to trust him, although he didn’t let you know about this time.

It was almost 2am when you arrived at the club to go pick him, your clothes were very normal compared to the others that people were wearing there, so you called out attention, people were opening room for you to pass. You found Roger sitting on a table, drunk, playing cards with other people, a girl in his arm.

“(Y/N)!” he happily yelled when he saw you, standing up, completely ignoring the girl next to him. He hugged you and you tried to avoid him touching you. “Hey everyone, that’s my girl!” he let them all know. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?”

“Roger, you’re shitfaced.” You affirmed as he didn’t know that. He laughed, that only made you angrier. “Let’s go home.”

“Are you angry?” he asked trying to sound worried but he was trying to not laugh.

“No, just disappointed that you didn’t tell me you were going out, you know I don’t mind, why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Hey, Roger, it’s your turn” some guy from the table yelled at him. Roger ignored him, he couldn’t think straight. You just put your arm around him and walked with him until outside, you looked for his car and caught his car keys in his pocket. You made him sit on the passenger seat, you were going to drive.

During your way home, he was making jokes and disturbing you while you were driving, almost making you crash the car once. You parked the car in front of your building, you were too pissed to help Roger out of the car, well it was his own car, he could sleep there if he wanted to. You went back to your apartment and not much longer he knocked the door, you let him in. You remained in silence the whole time, you went to the bedroom and he went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and drink water.

You were lying on bed, he jumped on the bed, making it creak.

“(Y/N)…” he called you, hugging you.

“What?” you answered roughly. He kissed your neck, his hand going further to grab your breast. You stood up, getting rid of him.

“Not in the mood?” he asked, sitting on bed. “Come on, come back to bed, I promise I will make it good for you.” You knew it wouldn’t do anything if you yelled at him at this moment, he wasn’t himself, so it would worth nothing.

“You’re going to sleep on the couch.” You said, and pushed him making him fell from the bed. He was so drunk that he laid on the floor and didn’t even move, he slept there the whole night.

You had classes the next day so you completely ignored the sleeping Roger on your bedroom’s floor. When you arrived home at the afternoon he was still there, with an ‘I just woke up face’.

“Hey love” he smiled at you when you arrived home, he was sitting on the couch and had a book in his hands. “I went home for a while, I just got back actually.” You just ignored him, heading to the kitchen to drink water. He followed you.

“(Y/N), is everything ok?” you stared at him.

“Roger, why didn’t you tell me that you were going out last night?”

“You had classes, love. You couldn’t go.”

“Couldn’t you have at least let me know? You called me in the middle of the night being drunk as asking for sex. I went to pick you up, you were a mess.”

“Well, at least I didn’t have sex with anyone else.” That was his defense, you hate it; couldn’t he at least apologize for not letting you know? Or were you overreacting?

“That is your answer?” you tried to keep it cool.

“What you want me to say?”

“Anything but ‘at least I didn’t have sex with anyone else” you mimicked him.

“But that’s true!”

“That’s not the point, Roger. I know that’s quite a big deal for you since you can’t keep your cock in your pants for more than a few days, but what I’m trying to say is that you didn’t let me know.”

“Aren’t you overreacting a bit?” maybe you were but that made you even angrier.

“That’s it, get out.” You said while kicking him out of your apartment.

“Fine!” he said getting his coat and heading to the door.

“Fine.” You shouted back, he had left, slamming the door.

You didn’t talk for two days until he showed up to pick you up at school. You ignored him, but when he first saw you all he did were to apologize to you. He said sorry and kept calling himself ugly names. You agreed with them all. You two were in good terms again and things kept good for one more month, it was when your summer vacations started. Your time to study in London was done – you would have just three months left in the city, during vacations. Or you would go back to Bradford. Queen was going on tour soon again. The new relationship that had between you and Roger wasn’t strong enough to face the distance, especially with Queen on tour. Both of you liked each other very much, but weren’t in love. Maybe the time that Deaky said to enjoy was about to be over.

chapter fourteen

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theyrealllegends · 5 years

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Careful (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Chapter Summary: First, your parents come to visit you unexpectedly. Then, suddenly Queen is being signed and you meet Jim “Miami” Beach who offers you an internship. In the middle of all the craziness, you’re still moving in with Rog and Fred, giving you some time to spend with them - and especially with Roger in the last night in your old apartment.

Author’s Note: Miami owns my heart. I love that guy and I’m so glad he agreed to be their manager later. This one is a long one, i don’t know what happened tbh and there’s a lot going on, i know, but I tried to include some fluffly Rog and Tiff scenes, too. Hope you enjoy it!

Words: ~3.6k

Warning: at one point, Rog is high and eventually gets sick, some language i guess

Chapter 6

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Your parents came to visit you without letting you know. That was a problem for various reasons: a part of your room was already in boxes and even though your mom was happy for you, your dad clenched his jaw while noting that he didn’t get the chance to approve your new flat. Also, they arrived at around ten in the morning and you had found them in front of a locked door when you had returned from your run, having to leave them in the kitchen alone while you took a shower - which above all wasn’t completely dirty but also nowhere as clean as you would’ve liked it to be. And lastly, Roger went out and had yet to return. It hurt you that he started to go out for drinks again, even though there was nothing that would’ve given you the power to tell him not to, or even gave you the right to be jealous really. Also, he had the kindness and the manners not to bring girls to your place again, so you could still get yourself to believe he was only getting wasted with his boys, crashing at their places, or wherever.

When you joined your parents, dressed and looking somewhat decent your mom had made tea and cleaned the entire room, already.

“Mom!”, you whined. “You shouldn’t have! That’s definitely my job in my flat!”

“I don’t think you got it dirty in the first place”, your dad said and you forced yourself to shrug it off.

“Roger and I clean it every week and that would’ve been today.” That wasn’t entirely a lie, you just weren’t really telling them that most times, you ended up cleaning the flat.

“He sounded like a good person on the phone”, your dad continued and your blood turned cold. You knew the tune in his voice and it was one you really didn’t like: he was testing you.

“He’s great. Becoming a biologist and one of his friends is an astro-physician.” Brian would laugh if you told him that actually managed to impress your dad, you were sure.

“He could’ve opened the door, at least”, your dad mumbled after the surprise faded from his face.

“I don’t know if he’s home, he’s a busy guy”, you kept acting innocent. That worked for the next forty-five minutes that you spend sweating - one because your dad kept quizzing you about everything he could think of: your exams, if you had applied for internships, when you were supposed to get your degree and your new flat, your running; second because you were scared Roger would come home and you’d have to explain his state to your parents. However, hearing him enter the apartment relieved you because you could use him as an excuse to get away from your dad’s investigating gaze for a second. “I’m gonna warn Roger that you are here”, you excused yourself before rushing out of the kitchen, making sure to close the door behind you.

“Oh, hey, Tiff”, Roger said from his room’s door. He looked back at you and the relieve you’d felt left you that second. You shoved him in his room and closed his door as well.

“My parents are here and you’re high!”

“No, I’m not, you’re just blurry”, he said, grinning to himself before your words must’ve gotten to the clear part of his thoughts because his back straitened.

“Your parents?”

“Yes”, you grumbled and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Shit”, Roger mumbled, before running his hands through his hair and blinking at you from his incredibly red eyes. “Okay, will they buy it if you tell them I was at the gym? I’d have at least an excuse to take a shower then.”

“That’s-“ you said, realising that was a way better idea than anything you could’ve come up with really. “I guess, they will.”

“Good”, he nodded, stumbling to his extremely stuffed chest of drawers. None of them were completely closed because fabric kept looking out of all of them and on top there was a lot of tangled jewellery and random bits and bops. Roger even fought to get one of the drawers open and you approached him slowly.

“What are you looking for?”

“Eye-drops”, he mumbled. “You want me to call Brian? He’s good at impressing parents.”

“I told my dad you knew someone becoming an astro-physician, already.”

“Don’t tell him, that motherfucker’s gonna get off like crazy”, or whatever he said, you didn’t really understand his furious ramble while he searched under some boxers, ended up with some condoms in his hands that made him raise an eyebrow before he threw them on his bed and finally turned to you, eyedrops in hand. “I got this, Tiffy, I promise I won’t embarrass you”, he said and you were surprised that he even cared - and that he sounded honest. You were about to nod as Roger’s face turned pale. “Hang on and do yourself a favour, don’t look at me”, he tried to warn you while furiously looking around.

“No you’re not!”, you wanted to stop him but Roger was already at his window, leaning out and - “Oh my god, Roger!”, you mumbled, torn apart between feeling sorry and worried while also annoyed.

“Fuck, Tiff, ‘M sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing these days."

“I can tell, Rog. Just take that shower and then join us if you want.”

He looked amazing, to your surprise, when he did. His hair was a little wet, still but yours had been too so you didn’t judge. He wore black Jeans and apart from the fact that they were extremely tight-fitting they were perfectly fine and normal. He had paired them with a grey shirt and one of his jackets - the less outrageous one, though. It was dark-green suede with silver buttons and you smiled because you liked it.

“Nice to meet you, sir, I’m Roger Taylor”, he introduced himself to your dad before smiling at your mom. “Ma’am.”

“Bloody hell”, Roger said as your parents finally left. They had taken you for lunch, giving him a break from them but they asked him to join your conversation again, when it was tea-time. “I thought your dad would tore me into pieces.”

“Why would he?”

“I don’t know, I sometimes get a bit maniacal, thinking everyone knows I’m stoned and shit”, he mumbled, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

“They didn’t suspect that, Rog, otherwise my dad would’ve said something. I mean, I knew you were and I didn’t even notice it myself anymore.”

“I’m glad then, I was giving my best to act normal.”

“You didn’t act like you at all but you acted like my dad wanted you, too.”

“What do you mean?” Of course he had to ask and of course you blushed.

“Don’t get me wrong, I really like how you are but today, you didn’t swear and you didn’t roll your eyes or picked a fight or teased, or anything and that’s what he likes - someone quiet that doesn’t get me into trouble.”

“I’d never”, he said immediately. “Not on purpose, at least”, he then had to add, making you giggle.

“Thank you for not calling the cops on me.”

“I thought about it”, you teased him. “But my dad was enough of a punishment, I guess.”

“Those are your words, Tiffy”, Roger laughed. “Should we go to the store and get some white wine? To celebrate I made it through this day alive?”

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Freddie had invited you to his birthday and Roger took you, Brian and Deaky to his parents’ house. It wasn’t completely out of generosity but Roger had strolled through every second hand shop there must’ve been in London until eventually he’d found a used but still strong-going TV that wouldn’t rip a whole in your wallets - since you directly agreed to join in on the present that would also benefit your new living room. And of course Freddie hugged you until there wasn’t a steady blood stream to your legs anymore, before he kissed your cheeks. “You two are the best!”, he told you and Roger before hugging him, even though Roger didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as Freddie did. He introduced you to his parents and his sister who was younger than you and looked proud to even be around you and the guys. Mary’s parents where their as well and soon, the table was in wild discussions about Freddie’s childhood photos which he obviously didn’t enjoy. To a point where he started singing “Happy Birthday” to himself, calling him “Mister Mercury” what made you smile before you noticed that it left his dad upset. However, that argument didn’t last long, either, since it was interrupted by the phone ringing. Freddie’s sister picked it up, only to turn to him, wide eyed.

“They’re requesting Mister Mercury to talk to them because they want to sign Queen under their label.” Not to mention that it freaked the guys out like crazy but Roger still caught you off guard by kissing your cheek in joy.

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They even took you to sign their contracts with John Reid even though you tried to talk yourself out of it like crazy.

“I told you they’d provide you with lawyers”, you mumbled to Roger before shaking the hand of Jim Beach.

“That’s my lawyer Tiffany”, Freddie said, making you blush.

“I’ll be one day but you can literally be sued for saying that right now”, you told him, making Jim laugh.

“You’ll be a great lawyer, young lady, I can feel that.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I want you to call him Miami”, Freddie told you and your eyes widened.

“You can’t - “

“Jim Beach, that’s freaking boring.”

“He doesn’t mean to offend you”, you quickly told Jim.

“I’m fine, Ms Abberforth, don’t worry.”

“Now, if we’re ready for your signatures?”, John got the boys’ attention again. They all nodded calmly even though you could tell how excited they still were. John was pale as a wall, Brian kept tugging on his white sleeves and Roger was fumbling with his belt-buckle nonstop.

“You know, I’m always looking for interns”, Jim told you after handing them the necessary paperwork. “And since you’re friends with the band already, I think we’d both profit from working together.”

“I’d love to, Sir, thank you!”, you replied, smiling luckily.

“Please”, he said, patting your shoulder grinning. “Call me Miami.”

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After that, time went by in what felt like the blink of an eye. You were on holiday from your classes maybe but you didn’t manage to join your parents in their little house at the Côte d’Azur anyway. It made your dad proud though, because what occupied your time was your work for Miami. He’d taken you to curt already, gave you old files to go through that were truly interesting and he even let you go through client’s requests to compare your ideas with his own. The best times though were when he took you to the studio to see the boys perform when he had a reason to - even though you were sure sometimes he was just as excited to hear them as you.

“We’ll have to meet with Karen at three but you can have lunch before”, he told you, before holding the studio’s door open for you. You almost jumped as you were greeted by all your friends screaming LIAR on top of their lungs, hearing Jim chuckle behind you.

The new studio was even more impressive than the old one they were recording in but this one almost let you smell all the fame it had given people like the Beatles or Elton John - whose music you really grew to like. When your eyes fell on Roger, it wiped every other thought from your brain. Your surrounding was gone, you just saw him, deeply into his playing and the singing he had to do, his hair stuck to his head in sweat and his chest was only halfway covered by his completely unbuttoned white shirt. It took you a second to catch your breath before you moved over to the black couch you usually sat on when Jim just came here to enjoy hearing them play.

“Can you get them out of there for a second?”, he asked the sound engineer like he didn’t want only that today. “I have a surprise for them.”

“What is it?”, you asked immediately, getting up again and looking at him wide eyed in shock that he didn’t tell you.

“I didn’t want your interests conflicted between them and this. I only found out last night myself and I didn’t want to risk to wake you up.”

“Jim, you know you can literally always call me.”

“And risk having a sleep deprived drummer? I wouldn’t want that”, Roger teased you from the recording booth’s door before walking over and quickly kissing your cheek. “You’re looking fab, babe”, he whispered into you ear, making you laugh a little. You were looking far more formal than him, in a dark grey blazer, matching skirt and black heels.

“You too, rockstar.”

“Miami, dear”, Freddie interrupted. “What is it?”

“John send Tiff and I-“

“I have no idea what’s going on”, you whispered to Roger, his hand on the small of your back and his hot breath stroking over your neck from time to time.

“- to invite you guys for dinner tonight since he’d like to discuss the details of your first tour.” He lifted his hands to underline his excitement but he was met with silence.

“We’re going on tour”, Freddie was the first one to whisper and Roger was the first one to move again, literally jumping on his friends.

“We’re going on tour you bitches!” He turned to you as soon as they’d let him go, picking you up and spinning you around. “We’re going on tour Tiffy, what the fuck?!”

“I’m so proud of you!”, you told him, beaming and with a heartbeat of probably 400. And then, right then and there, in the middle of the studio with all your friends - and your boss - watching, his lips were on yours. It was a two, maybe three seconds long kiss but it didn’t fail to make your knees turn to jelly but you caught Deaky staring at you in surprise while Freddie was literally squeaking.

“Someone wants to be our flower boy”, Roger told you grinning, his arm still wrapped around your waist and one of your hands on his chest.

“I got nothing to argue that right now”, you said, feeling his chuckle vibrate under his skin.

“Happens to the best of us”, Jim said making you giggle.

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The next thing you knew was your move. You were incredibly tired and almost fell asleep in your clothes when you came home from work Friday night. You’d still have to wake up at nine to bring all your boxes to the new place since it would be the first of the month. Your furniture had been picked up already last night, giving you enough time to deep clean your old flat and supposed to be delivered to the new flat in a few hours and so you only slept on the mattress you had left - which was one, forcing you and Roger to sleep together - and later you could only change into the last set of fresh clothes you’d kept unboxed.

He got home after you, as always since the band’s contract and he just fell on the improvised bed next to you. The both of you hadn’t been home much so it was kind of weird that you finally had some time together - and to sleep in the same bed, actually - while being tired to the bone.

“Hi babe”, he’d said after a moment and you cuddled into him tightly because the empty room felt cold.

“Hey Rockstar”, you mumbled into his skin and you felt goosebumps spreading on his chest. The heater still worked that day but would be turned off by midnight which you weren’t ready for. Your fingers moved into Roger’s hair without you making the conscious decision you felt like but he still moaned and moved close to you, his fingers playing with the end of your pj-shirt. You felt heat built up inside of you and suddenly all you wanted was to kiss him. The thought started innocent but the urge it made you feel made your breath shaky and your heartbeat quicken: you wanted Roger. However, this was one of the things that didn’t change - maybe being surrounded by the people in Miami’s office and Roger’s friends becoming your friends too had made you blush less and talk a little more, be a little more confident. But you still wouldn’t want to make the first move with Roger since you didn’t know if he felt the same. The only thing you knew was that he was what other people would consider their best friend for you and that you wanted everything but to scare him off. While you still thought about feeling his lips on yours Roger was fighting his very own battle, suddenly very aware of his super tight fitting leather pants and how close you still were to him, how long he hadn’t had the time to properly release the pressure of desire filling up his whole body. He moved his fingers upwards, only a few centimetres under your shirt feeling your soft, warm skin on his and it made you let out a sweet little noice he wished he’d never forget. Your fingers moved over his skin as well, creeping under the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder where he’d sometimes also put his hand without any obvious reason but it seemed to be a soft spot on him. Feeling your touch there made him want to clear his throat or just already move on top of you to kiss the living hell out of you. Roger knew that your boundaries were shifting a little, he loved seeing you get a bit more open with everyone including himself but he knew he’d still overstep a border if he continued touching you like that.

Your alarm wasn’t packed yet and it woke you up at nine, turning Roger into a grumpy mess. You started making tea and roasted some bagels before you quickly got ready and then tiptoed to where Roger was still sleeping, kneeling down next to his mattress to softly run your fingers through his hair before he woke up.

“What’s up, Tiffy?”, he mumbled, leaning into your touch.

“We have to start moving the boxes before the furniture arrives and we have to turn in the keys to this place”, you replied whispering at his grumble before he forced himself to sit up to hug you. You laughed a little before you pulled the two of you up to have the breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen. After that, you moved the last boxes that were still in the apartment into Roger’s car. On the first trip, you also picked up your news keys that made you beam in excitement which didn’t even fade as you had to do three more trips, going up to the second floor, carrying boxes down to the car and then up again.

Until you were done and sat in your new apartment in the middle of what felt like a thousand boxes. Freddie came back from getting Roger, Mary, you and himself some Chinese takeout and surprised the three of you with two bottles of champagne.

“On this glorious place”, he said, raising his cup - it was fun to see really, you and Freddie drinking out of cups, Roger had a jar while Mary was the only one that had a real glass while you all sat on the floor but none of you could’ve cared less. Freddie had been playing Elton John records since he found his record player in one of the boxes and you decided that he should keep them playing until the last one of you surrendered with unpacking that day. Your room was still a gigantic mess, you wardrobe and bed still being a selection of wood. It still wasn’t as bad as you’d feared but you didn’t really know how to build them again. So you spend some time putting your stuff back on your desk the way you needed it but then you had to go to ask Roger for help who was surrounded by his clothes, trying the impossible to squeeze most of them on the one rack he’d already built up. His drawers were still in the state of your wardrobe but at least he had his bed set up and you knew he was able to work with his cordless screwdriver. However for a moment you got caught up staring at him, only in dark-grey sweats and no shirt, humming Elton John while putting his colourful jackets back on their hangers.

“Rooooog”, you said in the sweetest voice you could master. He turned to you, smiling and wiping his hair out of his face.

“What is it, babe?”

“Can you help me rebuilt my wardrobe and my bed?”

“Sure. But right now, can we call it a day and you’re crashing here?”, he suggested, coming over to spin you around on your shoulders to start massaging them.

“Hmm”, you let out, leaning into his chest. “I can if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I do that’s why I’ve done it so many times before”, he replied sarcastically, making you giggle.

“And would you lent me a shirt? I didn’t find my PJs yet.”

“Always, love.”

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how long have you been aware of your sexuality/gender?

phew okay I’m just gonna do sexuality cuz I’m still figuring out the gender bit tbh. so I identify as bisexual, but I honestly was not fully aware of it for a LONG LONG time. like, part of me kinda knew as early as 11 when I wrote in my diary that I didn’t “want to get bisexual” from roleplaying guys all the time and should try to balance it out by playing some girls too. (I didn’t exactly know what roleplaying was at the time either so I didn’t use those words but I DID use the word “bisexual” which was honestly a shock to me when I discovered it years later.) when I was in high school, I vividly remember having a conversation with a gay guy about bisexuals being confused or whatever, and part of my (our?) logic at the time was that almost everyone has a certain amount of same-sex attraction, so it’s really just a matter of which one you like best. (at the time, I also had no idea there were other genders.) what I didn’t realize was that bisexuality doesn’t mean you’re 50-50 attracted to men and women, and I didn’t really understand that until years later on tumblr. and even then, it took me a few years (and a giant crush) to accept that I was bisexual and to settle into using the term for myself. I was probably 23-24 when I started trying it out for myself. I didn’t create a separate tag on tumblr for bisexuality until about 3 years ago, which was pretty much when I started becoming comfortable identifying that way. one of the biggest pieces of THAT puzzle was getting confirmation that bisexuality is not about being attracted to just men and women, the way it’s most often explained in the mainstream. the BI part of bisexuality is actually referring to the two ORIENTATIONS it was attempting to combine, essentially: heterosexuality and homosexuality. which, when you think about it, includes everyone, because “same as you” and “different from you” encompasses literally everything. although “two or more genders” is also a valid way of defining bisexuality! ANYWAY. that was more information than the question asked for lmao

who has been your supportive idols in your self discovery?

*shifty eyes* am I allowed to say Rufus Sewell for this? is that too predictable? XD even before I found out he kinda thought he was gay when he was a young teenager (he’s not, but he’s never exactly identified his sexuality, to my knowledge, and honestly that’s just such a hot-button issue for a lot of actors that I don’t ever really expect to get an answer one way or another), he just sorta made me feel like whatever I figured out about myself sexuality-wise or gender-wise or whatever, it was fine. not that I needed approval or anything, just that y’know at least there would be one person I admired who I didn’t really have to wonder if they’d be accepting, if that makes sense. I mean, the dude is lowkey (used to be highkey) into genderfuckery, okay? and every time I find out something new about him re: that stuff, it only serves to make me realize he’s even MORE inclusive than I thought he was!

others are David Bowie (do I even have to explain that?), Freddie Mercury (who I found out was bisexual via tumblr btw), Eddie Izzard (”No, I wear dresses. They’re not women’s dresses, I buy them.”), Alan Cumming (very adamantly bisexual and possibly the first one of these I read about identifying as such, and his words on the subject were very helpful in my early search for understanding), umm… THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT MALE, I SWEAR, I JUST CAN’T THINK OF THEM AT THE MOMENT this is part of why I’m still waffling on my own gender ugh

any tips on coming out?

above all else, ONLY ever come out (voluntarily) if you feel that you will be SAFE doing so. you are not lying by staying in the closet! your personal details don’t have to be public record for them to be valid!

coming out actually isn’t a one-time thing. at all. you do it every single time you meet someone new. you can come out to one person and not another; it’s up to you. do what you think is best for YOU. did you come out to your mom but your grandfather is a homophobic/cissexist jerk? then don’t tell him. but it does become easier every time you do it because it’s practicing!

have some resources on hand if you think whoever you’re coming out to will need them

ease into it if you have to! drop little hints here and there. use hypotheticals to gauge their reaction and see if they’re open to the topic. talk about relevant news or media. just generally show a bit of an interest or curiosity in stuff that’s relevant, and they may start learning things and becoming more understanding without you even coming out yet.

do it lowkey if you want to! one of the first things I did was change my facebook header to the bisexual flag. that way, if they knew what it meant, they’d probably understand and not be judgey, but if they didn’t know what it meant then they’d just think it was a nice set of colors lol! start putting rainbows on stuff or something like that. I have a bracelet with the bisexual colors that I sometimes wear, and another bracelet that literally says “bisexual” on it for when I want to be more clear. little signals like that are also helpful in finding others in the community. :D

thanks for the questions!! gosh, I never thought I’d be at the point where I could actually give useful advice for coming out. :’D

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