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hi
my mental health/anxiety got so bad so i just logged off for a while, but i’m slowly recovering. do u still want more chapters of i’m with the drummer? just let me know and i might deliver
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i’m with the drummer - part 1
a/n: okay this isn’t my best work but I really wanted to write something, so give me a little more time and it will improve! also the chapters will get longer (this one is not very long - sorry)!!
warnings: none, except god-awful writing :,)
“Yesterday, my life was in ruins...” y/n sang quietly to herself as she parked her car in front of the pub that her brother was going to be performing at that night with his band. After making her way to the back, she found her brother sitting with who she could only assume were his bandmates.
Brian kissed y/n on the cheek and said, “These are the boys! Right here,” he pointed to the one with long brown hair, “is our new bassist, John Deacon.”
“Darling, I’m Freddie!” the one with the unusual teeth said. “I do most of the singing since your brother over here sounds like a dying animal,” Freddie joked, earning a snicker from the other boys and an eye roll from Brian.
The drummer, who y/n had already met a few times before at previous concerts, simply smirked at her and said, “I hope you remember me, love. I know I remember you...” he eyed her up and down, winked, then said, “it’s hard to forget a pretty face like that.”
Brian just swat the back of his head and scolded him because apparently “little sisters were off limits”. Roger just kept smiling.
“So he does this a lot?” Freddie asked. “The flirting?”
“Well I’ve only met him a few times but I’ve heard stories about how outrageous he can be with girls, especially after concerts - he thinks he’s a real rock star already,” y/n laughed. She turned to Brian, who had finished lecturing his friend and said, “I’m going to go out and get my spot in the crowd, but good luck boys!”
The show was amazing. They did a new song called “Keep Yourself Alive”, and y/n absolutely loved it. Freddie lit up the room and the crowd ate it up. Brian was amazing as always, and the new bassist, John impressed y/n. But she kept playing this little game with Roger. He would wink at her and she would find a way to flirt back, whether it was dancing or winking right back at the blond drummer. Apparently Brian had noticed and wasn’t a big fan.
“What was that?” He asked her. “With you and Rog?”
Y/n laughed lightly, “Bri, don’t worry about it, it’s shameless flirting and I see you do it all the time with girls after gigs.”
Brian responded, “But this is different, y/n/n, he’s a player.”
She raised an eyebrow and y/n said, “I told you. I doesn’t mean anything.”
The cycle between Roger and y/n continued show after show, and she would always visit him after seeing her brother. Now, sometimes she would ride around town in his car with him and sometimes he would come over. They were still flirting, but now it had become physical: small kisses on the cheek, hands on each other’s thigh, and it seemed y/n was always playing with Roger’s hair (she was the only one he let touch it). They had become best friends, and the two were having a hard time convincing themselves - and Brian - that that’s all that it was.
One night it became particularly hard to keep convinced that the two were just friends. The band, now called Queen, came over for drinks after a show, and y/n had decided to join them. She was sitting in between Rog and Mary, Freddie’s girlfriend, and it seemed that she was progressively scooting closer to Roger.
While the others were seemingly occupied with a story Deaky was telling, y/n leaned up to whisper in Rog’s ear, “You were wonderful tonight, Rog. As always.”
He gave a cheeky grin and y/n felt his hot breath in her ear as he spoke, giving her goosebumps. “Only because I know you’re out there, love.”
She chuckled softly and turned back to him, smiling wide, the alcohol clearly getting to her as she made an awful joke, “Bang me like you bang your drums.”
He started cracking up, drawing the attention of the others in the room. They questioned what was so funny, but he wouldn’t repeat y/n’s awful attempt at a drum joke. After everyone gave up on trying to get him to crack and went back to focusing on John’s story, he pressed a kiss to y/n’s jaw, right under her ear, not caring if Brian saw, then whispered one last thing: “If I can get you alone sometime, doll, then maybe I will.”
a/n: okay! there’s part one! let me know what you think of it and if I should continue!
tags: @16wiishes
i’m with the drummer - part 9
a/n: sorry this took FOREVER! hope it was worth it.
warnings: a little language, references to sex, miscarriage.
previous parts:
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8
You woke up to Roger mumbling softly in his sleep, “Don’t you hear me...calling you...” You smiled softly and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, then attempted to slip out of bed, careful not to wake him up, but he pulled you back on top of him. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Stay with me.” Roger knew what he was doing. He wanted you to stay in bed all day, and whether he wanted to just cuddle or if he wanted more was unbeknownst to you.
But ever since the miscarriage you hadn’t been too physical with each other. “Rog,” you warned. He was trying to get you to miss work, but now that you had graduated and started a job as a real nurse, you couldn’t be late.
“Come on, doll, we don’t ever get time anymore,” he protested. And he was right. If you weren’t sleeping or working, you were in the nursery sulking, even though he hated you being in there (he saw what it did to you).
If you were feeling alright, then typically he wasn’t. It was a vicious cycle of playing babysitter for each other; you made sure that the other was eating, sleeping, and showering when they were too sad to want to do anything
You thought about staying, but got out of bed and made your way into the bathroom to get a quick shower before work.
You stripped as the room filled with steam, then got in when the temperature was right. A few moments later, you heard the curtain open, and Roger stepped in. “I don’t have time to-” you started.
i’m with the drummer - part 3
a/n: i’m sorry this took forever i’m trying to get more consistent
warning: smut
previous chapters:
part 1 part 2
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You yawned as you walked downstairs into Roger’s kitchen. He was standing over the stove, making pancakes (you had been working on the cooking). You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face in between his shoulder blades.
“Good morning love,” Roger said. He was wearing simply his boxers and socks. You had stolen one of his shirts and a pair of socks; you were wearing nothing else but that and your underwear. You kissed his neck and hummed quietly.
The two of you had been together - secretly - for about a month now, and it was getting harder to keep it a secret. Between stolen kisses, small touches, and quickies whenever you could find the time, the adventure was exciting, but you didn’t want to have to hide your relationship.
Roger turned around to look at you, pan in his hand, as he gave you a plate. “Watch this,” he said. Roger flipped the pancake from the pan and onto your plate. He winked and said, “Breakfast is served.”
You giggled and asked, “So while I was still sleeping, you were down here practicing that?”
He scoffed and shook his head no, but you knew the truth. Roger lives to show off, especially to you. “Come eat with me,” you suggested as you walked past him, heading over to the kitchen table, when you felt him slap your ass, and you yelped.
“Why eat pancakes when I can eat you...” he said in a low voice.
You put your plate down and turned towards him, knowing what was coming next. “Not even going to let me finish breakfast?” You asked in a whiny voice.
“Brat,” he huffed as he picked you up and set you on the counter, pinning your hands over your head. He leaned in to feverishly kiss you. You breathed heavily as Roger slowly worked his way down your neck while he slid his hand up your thigh, but you swatted it away.
“You have a meeting with the boys in a half hour, we don’t have time.”
“Well you’ll just have to join me in the shower,” Roger said as he smirked and picked you up.
Shower sex with Rog had become one of your favorite ways to do it, and he knew that. Seeing him naked with water running down his body did wonders to you, and the two of you were always so close you couldn’t help but touch every inch of his body. Roger turned the water on and you took off your shirt and socks, revealed lacy black underwear. “Eager are we?” He asked through a smile.
”Looks like I’m not the only one,” you teased, pointing at the growing tent in his thin boxers.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed you by the hair, pulling you in for a kiss. That was another thing. Sex with Roger was rough, and you loved it, but he always found a way to be gentle at the same time. You were putty in his hands every time he took control.
You ran your fingers just under the band of his boxers, making him moan quietly. Roger couldn’t resist and pulled down his boxers, letting his hard dick free, and stepped in the shower. You followed him by taking your underwear off and getting in, and he immediately had you between him and the wall. You gasped as he soon after started rubbing your clit. “Rog...” you moaned.
He looked at you through that signature sexy smirk of his, and began sucking on that sweet spot on your neck. You laced your fingers in the blonde boy’s hair and tugged on it, becoming a shivering mess. “Please, baby...I need you,” you whispered through moans.
”Please, what?” He asked, pulling your hair while slowing down the pace of his hand.
You whined and crooned, “Please, daddy.”
He loved being called this, and it had actually started as a joke when you two were fooling around one day. He had his head between your thighs and kept stopping in between small bursts of eating you out, as you kept pleading for him to let you finish. You called him daddy as a joke, and it made him stop dead in his tracks. “Say it again,” Roger had told you, absolutely in awe of the way it rolled off of your tongue when you were moaning. And since he loved it, you couldn’t help but say it every time.
Roger smiled at you in response to your plead and whispered, “So fucking beautiful,” as he inserted two fingers inside you, pumping slowly to draw out your moan.
You gripped his shoulders as he picked up the pace and moved to three fingers, and you knew you were leaving marks, but you didn’t care. He was finally all yours and you wanted everyone to know. As you were nearing your edge, he slowed down again, trying (and succeeding) to frustrate you, so you decided to take matters into your own hands, moving one down to rub yourself.
“Nope, let me do this,” Rog said, and moved your hand. He crouched down and hooked one of your legs over his shoulder. He pressed kisses in your inner thighs and worked his way to your center. His mouth and his fingers worked simultaneously, bringing you closer and closer to your edge. Your eyes were locked shut and you were practically screaming Roger’s name, which was music to his ears. You tugged on his hair and grinded your hips towards him.
“Baby...I’m gonna–” but he stopped completely, right before you had the chance to finish, and stood up to meet your flustered face. He had a big grin on his face, and he knew exactly what he was doing, teasing you like this. “That’s not fair!” You whined, and your lips were almost touching.
Roger bit your bottom lip with his teeth then said, “Sorry, I have to go. I have a meeting with the boys, remember?” He said, repeating your words from earlier. “Guess we’ll just have to finish this later, huh?” He said in an innocent voice, and stepped out of the shower.
You turned the water off and followed him in a towel to his room. “But you didn’t even finish yet either!” You said, exasperated.
He stole your towel, leaving you naked, and dried off quickly. “I have a right hand, remember?” He asked while putting on his clothes. Your jaw dropped as he walked past you. “Meet us at the recording studio, 3 pm!” He shouted as he walked downstairs.
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You opened your car door to head into the studio and stepped out wearing a maroon mini skirt, a cream colored sweater, and matching heels.
When you got inside, Freddie asked, “Where were you all dolled up like that darling?” This got the attention of Roger, who smirked when his eyes landed on you.
You hummed and said, “Just out with girlfriends.”
“That’s what you always say,” Brian said. “But I think you have a boyfriend you haven’t told me about...” He pouted his lips.
You threw a pillow at him and pointed to the studio. “Go record!” You said. Your brother snickered and stepped inside where he picked up his guitar.
You plopped down on the couch and Deaky said, “You must have really been going at it with that boyfriend of yours,” pointing down to your thighs where you saw hickeys and bruises from that morning.
Your face turned bright red and Freddie started laughing, along with Roger who snorted when he saw your look of embarrassment.
“Well I hope Brian didn’t see, otherwise you might be in trouble,” Roger said as he eyed you.
Freddie smacked him upside the head and said, “Shut it blondie, we know it was you, all of us except Brian.”
“What? How?” you asked and John laughed at you.
“How?” Freddie smirked. “You’re always disappearing at the same time, Roger hasn’t had any girls in the past few months, and you guys can’t seem to keep your eyes off of each other. Like teenagers.”
“Don’t worry,” Deaky reassured you, “we won’t tell Brian, but you should soon before he finds out the hard way.”
i’m with the drummer - part 7
summary: reader is pregnant! also as a heads up, veronica is john’s wife and their first kid is robert.
I’m going to start linking the previous chapters so you don’t have to dig through my blog but I didn’t have time tonight. I’ll do it tomorrow after school. Hope you enjoy!!
previous parts:
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6
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“No Deacon! I don’t want the lyrics ‘happy at home’ on a rock album!” You heard Roger practically shouting into the phone as you walked inside his flat after a class. He held up a finger as to silence you, since this was a ‘very important phone call’, he had told you later. “Of course I’m happy with y/n at home but there’s more ways to sing about it!” He paused, listening to his friend. “No! ‘I’m in Love With my Car’ is not about her! I told you, it’s a metaphor! I do not fuck my-”
You grabbed the phone out of his hand and said, “Sorry about him, Deaks. You know how sensitive he is about that song,” and Roger’s jaw dropped.
In the background, he could be heard mumbling about how no one appreciated that song enough. “So is it okay if we’re at Rog’s when we babysit today? Brian didn’t handle the sight of us with a kid too well,” you said, and it was true. The first weekend after the tour, you and Roger took Robert to yours and Brian’s apartment, but Brian came home from a date early, while you all were baking cookies, and he had been pissed that you brought Robert over.
“Yes you’ve done it before, but now you’re bringing Roger?” Brian had asked with a disgusted tone.
“Yeah, sounds good, I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble. So V and I are gonna drop him off in a bit, then we’ll see you at your apartment tonight for that dinner Brian insisted on having? You can just give Robbie back to us then,” John said.
“John, that dinner isn’t until next week, on the 26th.”
“Look at your calendar. Today is the 26th.”
You glanced over at the fridge, where Roger kept his calendar, that had dates of your exams, tests, and assignments written on it so that he could make sure to help you whenever you needed the assistance. You saw red x’s on each of the days, leading up until today, which was really Thursday the 26th. But that meant...
No...your period was a week late.
i’m with the drummer - part 8
a/n: okay so this is gonna be a long ass series I guess but i’m fine with that. I apologize for the wait.
warnings: ANGST, for real you better prepare yourself. didn’t really proofread, so just beware!
previous chapter (should include links to the others):
chapter 7
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[confirming the pregnancy]
Roger squeezed your hand reassuringly as you laid back with your stomach exposed, Doctor Turner applying jelly to the area. You glanced at him nervously, but your boyfriend was all smiles, unlike the other boys who were standing crammed together in the exam room. You had protested, but they wouldn’t let you go without them.
“So what exactly is the situation with you all, if you don’t mind me asking?” Doctor Turner asked politely.
The boys spoke over each other, leaving you to clarify. “Roger here is the father, of course,” you said, nodding towards your boyfriend. “And those three,” you said pointing to the boys in front of you, “are the uncles who insisted on joining us today.” The woman chuckled.
“Well, yes, but I’m the only real uncle,” Brian said.
“Y/n and Roger said-” Deaky started.
“Whatever!” your brother cut him off. “I’m the one who’s related by blood.”
“Rog is related by sperm, so he wins,” Freddie taunted, causing your brother to roll his eyes.
“Obviously, I know that Fred, but-”
The boys stopped their griping when an image popped up on the ultrasound screen. “That right there,” Doctor Turner explained, pointing to a small spot on the screen, “Is your baby.”
You grinned widely and turned to Roger, who was doing the same. Then you heard a thumping noise. “What’s that?” Roger asked hesitantly.
“It’s the heartbeat, isn’t it?” you said, and the doctor nodded.
Rog, tearing up, kissed your knuckles and tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear. John, having already experienced this before with Veronica, enjoyed the sight of his friends’ happiness about their own baby. Freddie winked at you and smiled, and Brian was wiping the tears away that had already formed in his eyes. Everyone was watching in awe.
“Okay, so you’re about 4 weeks pregnant, and you can come back in here in another month and get another ultrasound,” Doctor Turner said. “Do you guys have any questions?”
“Can we possibly get a copy of the ultrasound?” you asked, then turned to everyone else in the room. “Maybe a few?”
i’m with the drummer - part 9 sneak peak!!
a/n: you’re gonna cry when you read the whole thing. this is the saddest part so far.
warnings: miscarriage
Roger was the last to arrive to the meeting that day, something unusual for him, but he had stayed at home late to make sure you had eaten your food instead of just throwing it out because you ‘didn’t feel well enough’.
He sulked into the studio, lots of thoughts running through his mind. Of course he was distraught about Oliver, but he was worried about you the most. You could make more babies, but he didn’t know what he was going to do if he lost you too. When he opened the door, Freddie had greeted him with a hug, much to Brian’s dismay (he knew why Roger had called the meeting and what he was about to tell the other boys).
Roger had pushed Fred away and sat down on the couch, tears still in his eyes from the car ride.
“Roger...what is it? Come on, you and y/n get into a fight?” Fred asked jokingly. You and Roger hardly ever really fought, but mostly bickered like an old married couple.
Brian shot him a death glare.
“Y/n and I...um...we...” his voice broke and tears started rolling down his face. “We...” He looked up from his lap and up at Brian.
“It’s alright Rog, I’ve got it,” your brother had said in a gentle voice. “About a week ago, y/n and Rog had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night, and they...they found out that they lost the baby.”
John and Freddie turned to Roger, but he was staring blankly at the wall. “I just, I don’t know what I did wrong,” he said, almost sobbing.
Deaky had spoke up, “No, Roger. You can’t blame this on yourself. It’s nobody’s fault.”
“You weren’t there! She was screaming in pain, and, and throwing up because of the pain too! Then they took him out of her, and she got to hold him...and I saw her heart shatter into a million pieces! She’s never going to be the same again!” He said, his eyes bloodshot. “It might not have been my fault!” He stood up and started pacing. “But...but all I could do was watch! I watched as she laid in bed in agony days after that, refusing to eat. She doesn’t even look at me anymore.”
He stopped, then turned towards the boys again. “You know what she told me? She said that she was sorry and that she should have done better...she thinks that she did this...”
Freddie had wrapped Rog in a hug, and the blonde had stopped yelling and was now crying into his friend’s chest.
a/n: I’m going to see the sing along then coming back to finish, but I hope the wait is worth it! this may be my favorite chapter yet.