#aka daddy rog

[queenismyprimejive]

Roles Reversed (80s! Roger Taylor x Fem! Reader)

Synopsis: Roger’s and Reader’s sex life is in a slum. According to Roger at least. To make matters worse, he decided to share it with the world. With the help of a friend, Reader decides to teach him a lesson.

W/C: 4,308 (She is long and she is filthy; no regrets though)

Warnings: 18+ Pure smut. Sub/dom dynamics, Sub! Roger/Dom! Reader. Pegging, edging, overstimulation/orgasm control, oral (fem receiving). Slight bdsm, if you squint that is. You name it it’s in here.

A/N: I got this idea from someone who said it would be a welcome change to see 80s Roger in a more submissive setting, so here it is. This is probably the filthiest filth I have ever written in my life as a writer so please be patient with me.

“(Y/n), darling, it is so good to see you again, it’s been too long!”, Freddie exclaimed as he enveloped you in a hug and pressed a kiss to each cheek.

“Indeed, it has Fred, it’s good to see you too”, you smiled as you thankfully accepted the glass of champagne pressed into your hand.

The party that Freddie was throwing right now marked the end of months of writing and recording songs as they had just finished their newest album. Not that Freddie needed a reason to throw a party in the first place.

Upon entering the house, Roger had long disappeared in the crowd as you were left alone until you found a familiar face in the form of Freddie.

“Come one love, let me hear all about what’s keeping you these days”.

Freddie was usually the life of the party and he excelled in that role, so the fact that he actually took the time to catch up with you warmed your heart. He led me out to the patio overlooking the garden. As soon as we were out of reasonable hearing range of the rest of the guests, he turned to you. His otherwise cheerful expression got a more serious one.

“How are you really (Y/n)? How are you and Roger?”

His question surprised you. Roger and you had a good time together. You may not have seen each other that much lately because of the new album and your busy job but those were no reason to think there was something wrong regarding your relationship.

“I don’t know Fred… we’re doing really good I think. I know we’ve both been busy but…. Has Roger mentioned something about that?”

You saw Freddie hesitating, contemplating whether or not to tell you but now you only wanted to know more.

“I know it’s probably not my place to tell you, but Roger has been complaining a lot recently about not having a sex life anymore, I mean with the stamina he has…”, Freddie trailed off.

“What?!”, you whispered-yelled, “he said what?!” You couldn’t believe what you just heard. “Who did he complain to?”

“Me, Brian, John, the producer, the tech guys at the studio…”.

“So basically everyone”, you stated but you didn’t need any more confirmation from Freddie to know the embarrassing truth. You felt a lump come up in your throat, but it wasn’t one of sorrow, but one of anger and shame.

“I’ve never been more humiliated in my life”, you mumbled as you crossed eyes with Freddie. His gaze was one of pity, but that was of little use to you at the moment.

“I’m sorry (Y/n), we tried to warn him, we advised him to discuss these matters with you, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“Then what do I do now?”, you whispered as you looked down at your hands.

“Give him a taste of his own medicine”, Freddie answered casually.

That immediately drew your attention and surprised your eyebrows. “And how am I supposed to do that Fred?”

“Simple”, Freddie started, “you know how Roger likes to be in control, to have control over every aspect of his life, what if you were to take that control away from him? He’d sure think twice before discussing your sex life in public.”

“You make it sound so easy Fred, but I honestly have no idea where to start”, you sighed.

“That’s easy darling, try making him believe he is in control, and when he least expects it you take over.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Thanks for the advice Fred, but right now I want nothing more than to go home”.

He nodded silently. “I’m sorry to hear that but I understand. Come, I’ll fetch you a car ride home”.

 Once you got home, you decided to go to bed in time. But no matter how much you turned and wrestled with the blanket; you couldn't sleep. The thought of the fact that Roger had thrown your sex life out on the street, kept haunting your mind.

A few hours later, when Roger finally came home and pressed himself against you, you were still wide awake. And despite Freddie's advice, you had no idea how teach Roger who was really in control.

Today was the day, you had decided. Roger was out of the house doing press releases and interviews with the rest of band for the upcoming release of their new album, which gave you the perfect opportunity to get everything you needed for tonight. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Sure, Roger had been dropping hints about you being dominant during sex, but it had never really been an option until now. Furthermore, this entire evening was to teach Roger a lesson, not necessarily to have fun. That was just an added bonus. Just the thought of having Roger at your mercy, hands tied, legs spread and cock hard, made something in your lower stomach tingle.

After a long, extensive day of shopping, keeping Freddie’s advice in mind, you finally got everything you thought you’d need. Since Roger wasn’t going to come home until late in the evening, you had plenty of time to prepare for wat was to come. First on your list was a long hot shower. Using his favourite shampoo of yours for tonight was certainly going to get him going.

As you towelled yourself dry you took a look at the lingerie you had bought for the occasion. It was by no means modest, and it was probably the most revealing set you had ever owned. The bra was all black and all lace but had half cups, so your nipples remained exposed. The panties were equally as daring. It was made in the same material as the bra and left little to the imagination. Roger was sure to be mind blown seeing you in this set. The outfit was completed with a sheer black robe, only just concealing what you had hidden underneath. It was held together by a red, satin sash. Makeup-wise you decided to keep it simple. A little touch of mascara and some red lipstick would do the trick.

Just as you had put the finishing touches on your look and had places all the items you needed for the night in the drawer of your bedside table, you heard a key being turned in the lock. Good, Roger was home.

“Babe?”, you heard Roger call from downstairs.

“Bedroom”, you called back.

You heard the creaking of the steps as Roger made his ascend on the stairs. Your heart started hammering as his footsteps neared closer. This was it. It was finally happening.

“Well you sure look like a sight for sore eyes”.

You looked up and made eye-contact with Roger who stood in the door opening, a small grin tucking at the corners of his lips.

“What?”, you said defensively, “can’t a girl get herself some nice things?”

“Sure, can love, you won’t hear me complaining”, he smirked.  

You hopped off the bed and sauntered your way over to Roger, making sure your hips swayed at each step.

"Did you miss me?", you asked while you put your hands in his neck.

“I always miss you”, he murmured before pressing his lips to yours. His hands continued their descend down your body before cupping your ass through the soft fabric of your robe.

He bit your bottom lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss, which you granted him for the time being, He pulled you flush against him, his need for you already evidently pressing against your thighs.

“Rog…too…too many clothes”, you moaned against his lips as you started tugging at the hem of his shirt in an attempt to take it off.

Roger smirked as he pulled the shirt over his head. “So impatient love, someone is needy”.

“You have no idea Rog”, you said as you placed a hand on his now naked chest to push him towards the bed.

After he had himself settled against the cushions he pulled you on top of him. You let out a whimper as your sensitive clit made contact with the rough denim of his jeans. You grounded yourself against his clothed erection which in turn elicited a soft groan from him.

“Baby you’re driving me crazy”, he moaned as he grabbed your hips to hold himself against you, thus creating more friction.

“That’s kind of the point love”, you smirked while slowly untying the red satin sash that was holding your robe together. You then shrugged the concealing robe of your shoulders.

“Well… do you like what you see?”, you questioned as you let your fingers dance across his soft stomach.

You saw Roger’s eyes grow wide as he saw what you were actually wearing.

“Fuck baby you look amazing”, he groaned, “I mean look at your tits, they’re just…fuck”.

He twisted his right hand in your hair as he brought your head down to seal your lips in another heated kiss. You felt his other hand travelling downwards, tracing the line of your panties.

“Oh no, these stay on baby”, you murmured against his lips as you pulled his hand away from your lower body. You entwined both your hands with his and brought them over his head. As he slid his tongue in your mouth you fumbled with the satin sash to tie his hands against the headboard.

“Fuck… love what are you doing?”, he panted as soon as he realized what was happening. He tugged at the binds, but they wouldn’t give way.

“I’m taking control baby, I thought you wanted me to?” You whispered coyly against his lips. As soon as he reached in to seal the kiss you pulled back, admiring the handiwork you had created.

“Now…”, you started as you softly traced his jaw, “are you going to be a good boy and let me take control?”

Roger’s eyed widened as soon as he realized what was going to happen. He nodded eagerly but that was just not going to cut it for you.

“I need an answer Rog”, you said as you wound your hand in his hair and gave a firm tug, causing him to focus his attention back to you. When he still didn’t answer you grew impatient and grinded your clit against his already rock-hard but still clothed member.

“Fuck…yes baby…I.. I’ll be your good boy”, he moaned, “just… please”.

“What Roger?”, you asked sweetly. Of course, you knew him all to well to know what he wanted. You just wanted to hear him say it himself.

“Please…. just touch my cock”, he groaned, and he bucked up against your hips to cause some friction, but you wouldn’t budge.

“First rule to being a good boy Roger is to lay still. Can you do that for me baby or do I have to tie your legs as well?”, you questioned as you grabbed his jaw causing him to lock eyes with you again.

“Nnn…. noo I’ll be good I promise… please”, he moaned.

You slid of Roger’s lap and settled in between his thighs. You kept thorough eye contact with him as you slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. His now freed cock was already hard and sported an angry red colour. Precum was dripping steadily from the tip already and you hadn’t even started. You had half the mind to just forfeit and wrap your lips around his cock to bring him to an earth-shattering orgasm, but then you reminded yourself that his please wasn’t priority number one. It was his punishment. So, you started doing something he was bound to dislike, purely because it took too much time.

You started by placing soft licks and kisses up his inner thigh, admiring the soft feel of flesh beneath your lips. Roger was already squirming by your actions but that didn’t stop you from continuing. You kissed all the way up his thigh until just below his cock, before you pulled away and resumed the same set of actions on his other thigh.

“Baby please…. Just…”, he moaned as he writhed beneath you.

“Now who is the impatient one?”, I asked before slowly biting the pale flesh.

You gazed up briefly to see just how fucked out he already looked. Lips parted, eyes closed, a sheer layer of sweat coating his face and upper chest, blonde locks matted against his forehead. It warmed your heart to realize that you were the one who accomplished that.

You reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. You squirted some in your hand before slowly wrapping it around his cock.

“Fuck yes baby please… just like that”, Roger moaned loudly and bucked up in your fist. You immediately halted your movements.

“Why did you stop?”, Roger groaned.

“Remember our first rule Roger?”, You replied sweetly, only barely holding his cock in your hand, giving him friction but just not enough.

Hazy blue orbs met yours in slight fear as he realised his mistake.

His head fell back against the pillow, “Not to move… y… you told me not to move”.

“Such a good boy for me Roger”, you said as you resumed your actions with your hand.

“Baby I… I’m close”, Roger moaned out and you realise that was your que to intervene.

As you edged Roger closer to an orgasm, or what he thought you were doing, you slid home a peculiar looking ring that you were told he was going to love.

“Baby… fuck.. what the hell is that?”, he groaned as he gazed upon the thin metal ring now sitting snugly at the base of his cock.

“This is a cockring Roger”, you said casually. “You might have heard of it actually. Funny thing really, the lady in the store told me how it actually works”.

“How about it?”

“Well…”, you started. “The beauty about this thing is the difference between being able to cum.. or not. See?”, you responded as you continued moving your hand up and down his cock, holding it a little firmer than before.

“Too… I’m too sensitive”, Roger stuttered out as he bucked his hips in a desperate attempt to get away from your touch, but you wouldn’t let him have it that easily.

“And now maybe you don’t get to cum, but I can”, you smirked.

Roger stared at you confused.

“Do I have to spell it out for you Roger? If you let me cum like I know you can, maybe, just maybe I will let you cum too, how does that sound?”.

Roger moaned, but again this was an answer you could hardly work with, so you squeezed his cock a little harder to which he yelped and writhed his hips. “Good…that sounds good”, he moaned as he threw his head back into the pillow.

You release his cock and crawled up his body to resume a new position with your pussy above his face. Roger groaned when he realized you were wearing crotchless panties. You felt yourself become wetter at what was to come.

“Well… what are you waiting for?”

His first lick up your pussy had you jolting against his mouth.  “Fuck… Rog that feels good. Keep…keep doing that”. Before you and Roger had gotten together you complained about how no guy had ever been able to make you cum with just their mouth. Roger managed to turn that around completely. The first time you had his head between your legs he got you trashing against the sheets. You doubted this time was going to be any different.

“Rog… shit you’re so good at this”, you moaned as you grinded your pussy against his mouth just to get a little bit more friction. His muffled moans of agreement spurred you on even more. You grasped the headboard for extra stability as you fastened your pace grinding against his tongue.

“Shit Rog… I’m close”, you stuttered. Your pace was faltering now. You knew it took very little to send you over the edge.

As soon as Roger delved his tongue deep inside your pussy you knew you were done for. Your legs started to tremble as your juices continuously leaked out of your pussy. “Fuck…. Rog, I’m cumming”, you moaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

As you slowly came down from your high you slid down his body again and once more settled in between his legs, where his neglected cock was furiously leaking precum by now. You locked eyes with him and noticed your juices covering the lower part of his face.

You grinned as you held his face in your hands and captured his lips in a searing kiss, licking your tongue against his bottom lip, eager to deepen the kiss and to taste your own arousal of his tongue.

Roger moaned against your lips as he bucked his lips impatiently. “I’ve been good for you (Y/n), now please… please let me cum”.

“Oh, you think you deserve it now don’t you?”, you questioned as you once again wrapped a hand around his leaking cock. He hissed at the movement of your slowly sliding up and down his cock, a movement that was now bordering to pain.

“You think that when you start complaining about our sexlife you earn the right to cum, I don’t think so”.

His previously unfocused eyes now crossed yours in fear as soon as he realised what you had said.

“Please (Y/n) …. it hurts…’m too sensitive”, he cried out as his head fell back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut and hot tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Then say you’re sorry”.

You saw him clearly struggling, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Shit… (Y/n) I…I’m sorry, I.. I’ll never do it again, now please… jerk me off, suck me off, fuck me… just please..”.

You released the grip on his cock as to which he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fuck you?”, you asked sweetly, “is that what you want?” “It is, isn’t it?”

He nodded slowly, eyes drooping, trying to remain his focus on you.

“You’ve been dreaming about the day someone took control of you”, you said slowly, cupping his balls in his hands, which elicited a soft moan from him. “You’ve been wanting to stay on edge all night just so that I can fuck that beautiful ass of yours, haven’t you?”, you continued as you trailed your hands just a bit lower, and softly traced his pink puckered hole.

As soon as you made contact with the sensitive flesh down there Roger went rigid and his eyes shot wide open as he realised what you were going to do.

“Well…”, you grinned, “maybe that’s exactly what I’m going to do, if that’s ok with you”.

When he didn’t reply immediately you brought a hand up to softly stroke his cheek, causing him to lock eyes with you”.

“Do you want to do this Roger?”, you asked softly. A soft smile played at his lips as he nodded slowly.

“Ok then, be right back”, you said as you slid off him.

In the bathroom you took the harness out of the package you had so delicately hidden and slid it up your legs until it sat securely at your hips. You took a minute to check yourself out in the mirror. Lipstick faded, hair tousled and now sporting a black-leather harness with a purple dildo protruding out the front.

You made your way back to the bedroom where Roger hadn’t been able to move from his current position. He eyed you up and down and bit his lip as soon as he laid eyes on what was currently sitting between your legs.

“You like?”, you asked quietly, your insecurity about the whole situation suddenly kicked in. But when Roger smirked and nodded eagerly, those insecurities evaporated just as easily.

You settled between his legs again and let your hands glide slowly over the soft skin of his thighs, before slowly parting them. You reached over to grab the bottle of lube and coated two of your fingers with the thick substance.

You looked up at Roger one more time and once you got his nodded approval you pressed your index finger against his hole.

As soon as the first knuckle slid inside, Roger let out a loud moan and tried to fuck himself against your finger. You pressed a little harder this time and now your entire finger was buried inside of him.

“Please… move”, Roger moaned, and you complied by slowly sliding your finger in and out of him. When you felt he could take more you added a second finger and slowly started to move them inside his, softly twisting and scissoring them until Roger was trashing against them.

“More… please”, Roger groaned but you weren’t going to comply this time. You had waited long enough for the real deal; you weren’t going to pass up on it now. You slid your fingers out of him and he moaned at the loss of contact.

“Patience Rog, I’m going to fuck you now, ok?”, you said softly to which he nodded all to eagerly.

Pressing the head of the dildo against his opening had him scrambling against the bedsheets, but you calmed him down by slowly gliding your hands down his stomach, across his hips and over his thighs.

“Now, I’m going to remove the cockring now, but I want you to cum untouched, can you do that?”, you questioned.

He nodded. “I can try”, he said in a small voice, a different voice than the once I was used to hear from him.

As you slid your hand down his cock, you grabbed the cockring and slowly slid it off his cock, to which he threw his head back and let out a moan in relief.

Once again you pressed the head of the dildo against his hole but added a little extra pressure to it this time. Roger let out a loud moan as the head slid inside his ass. You saw his hole clench around the foreign object, but when you looked up at Roger and detected no signs of discomfort or pain, you decided to press a little deeper.

Soon enough you felt him relax just enough to slide the entire dildo inside of him. You halted your movements for a while as you studied Roger’s face. His head was thrown back in pleasure, eyes half-lidded and the sound of harsh pants leaving his pink, thoroughly kissed lips.

“Feel good?”, you questioned as you stroke some of the matted strands of hair from his eyes.

“So.. full”, he managed to let out. “You… you can move now”.

You nodded in agreement as you slid out of him almost entirely before sliding all the way back in.

“This ok?”.

“Faster…please”, he moaned, picking up the pace as you continued to pound inside of him. You spread his hips just a little wider and slightly angled your thrusts to have him bucking up against you.

“Please… right there… (Y/n)” he groaned,” … I’m going to…. fuck I’m going to cum”.

A few more angled thrusts and his body went rigid, cum spurting all over his stomach and chest and even coating your lower stomach. Then he went limp and fell against the mattress.

You slowly slid out of him to which he flinched just barely, after which you reached over to untie his wrists.

You got up from the bed and made your way towards the bedroom and rid yourself of the harness and the dirty lingerie. That would be a problem for tomorrow, you thought.

You returned to the bedroom with the sight of Roger propped up against the pillows, taking a few puffs from his cigarette.

You nestled yourself against him and used the washcloth you had brought from the bedroom to wipe the cum and excess sweat from both your bodies.

It was quiet for a moment before Roger spoke up.

“I really am sorry love for what I said, it was a dick move and the guys were right, I should have consulted it with you”.

You slowly traced soft patterns on the skin of his stomach. “No worries Rog you’re forgiven. Besides, I already got my revenge”, you looked up at him and smirked.

“Well”, he started, “If this is the sex I’m going to get because of it, who knows what else I might tell”, he winked.

You slapped his stomach softly. “Don’t you dare Rog I swear”.

“I wouldn’t love, but we’re keeping the strap-on because we’re definitely doing that again.

“Deal”.

End Note: Well this took way longer than expected, mostly because I am perfectionistic af and need everything to be perfect. Plus, I feel I can’t write smut for life, at least not short ones. I hope you all take a liking to this and if you have any suggestions or improvements, please let me know.

[bigskydreaming]

So Emma Frost and Steve Rogers have been shown almost kinda flirting or sorta-flirting at each other in a bunch of books since the first Hellfire Gala. And now Emma’s guest-starring in an upcoming issue of Captain America and the writer of that book has declared she’s his new favorite character to write.

Is this how crack ships finally rise? Is another Iconic X-meme on its way to fruition?

(I’m not like, attached to this ship at all, it probably wouldn’t even crack my Top Fifty if not for its Iconic X-Meme status giving me all the lulz, but I will be wildly entertained if they end up becoming a thing, all because of....a Meme.)

Context for those not familiar with the meme in question:

So Emma’s daughters are the Stepford Cuckoos, the Five-in-One: Sophie, Esme, Phoebe, Mindee and Celeste. They’re not her daughters by birth of course, but they do consider her their mother and she considers them her daughters, as the Weapon Plus project did genetically engineer them from Emma. They have her telepathy, her ability to shift into a diamond form, and their own unique mutation of a hive mind/telepathic gestalt...

And its that latter part that has long had people noting that they’re not actually genetically identical clones of Emma’s, as was originally believed. Plus there’s the fact that they’re naturally blonde. Emma is not.

So, people long headcanoned (as in for almost twenty years at this point), that the Cuckoos are literally her daughters and not clones or genetic derivations. That just like Laura Kinney was once believed to have begun as an attempt at cloning Logan but later was retconned to be his biological offspring, engineered from his sperm and an egg donor....that the Cuckoos have the same relation to Emma, just the inverse of that.

And this was eventually confirmed in canon, with it retroactively clarified that the Cuckoos were engineered using Emma’s eggs, not cloned.

So for years, the only part of the Cuckoos’ origin that’s still been up in the air, has just been...who was the sperm donor used to conceive them? Some anonymous rando? Or like....does that not actually fit the Weapon Plus project’s methodology at all?

See, the final piece of the meme in question is that canonically, the Weapon Plus project, which for decades in the comics has been known for experimenting on mutants and weaponizing them in various ways, in order to create super-soldiers and biological weapons...it began as an offshoot of the United States’ WWII program...Project Rebirth.

Aka the program that created the Super-Soldier serum that turned Steve Rogers into Captain America.

Steve Rogers is canonically considered by the Weapon Plus program to be Weapon I. Their first success. Logan was Weapon X. The Stepford Cuckoos were Weapon XIV.

So.....the Weapon Plus program needed a sperm donor for their latest attempt at mutant super-soldiers.....and they have all kinds of samples from their first, long ago success....their Big Success that they’re super proud of even if he has no idea of his connection to them and would likely disavow any link between them if he could because the Weapon Plus program is all kinds of yikes....

Well, why WOULDN’T they think its a great idea to combine the DNA of the guy they consider the greatest physical powerhouse they’ve ever ‘made’ with the DNA of the woman they picked due to being a mental powerhouse? 

In conclusion, X-fans have spent fifteen years joking about the likelihood of Steve Rogers actually being Emma Frost’s baby daddy, the unnamed father of the Stepford Cuckoos, even if he, Emma, and the Cuckoos all probably have no idea thanks to all the secrecy surrounding the Weapon Plus project.

Although you know who might actually have a REALLY good way of figuring out any possible connection there?

The Five. The mutants whose resurrection process involves Josh Foley’s power to read, analyze and manipulate DNA in all kinds of ways.

And who all - for the grand finish to Judgment Day - just used their powers to resurrect a non-mutant: Steve Rogers.

So....imagine if Josh, who has resurrected at least two of the Cuckoos before, and is thus familiar with their DNA....were to absently think ‘huh, that’s weird’....as he just so happened to note some similarities or patterns in the DNA of this guy who SHOULDN’T be similar to any of the many mutants he’s helped resurrect as its not like he has any mutant relatives, right?

Right?

[natromanxoff]

25 - Just Chatting...

Hello one and all.

It's been a long time since I graced these pages and, believe it or not, nothing much has been happening in my life, apart from the odd soiree or two. Winter has finally left us and spring has sprung, and it's nice to see the sun again. Let's start by wishing my old mate a happy birthday and I hope you all had a little drinkie for him, I know I did. In fact I got legless, he would have been proud of me. Whenever we were in London there was always a party at Fred's on his birthday, be it a handful of friends, or one where he invited half of Britain, but which ever one it was there was always a good time to be had and a lot of chaos. One year he actually took over Pikes Hotel in Ibiza and chartered a private plane to fly his friends in. Roger and myself were already on the island recording some of his solo stuff so we didn't have far to travel to the bash. When I say we were working, it's kind of true as we spent a lot of time on his boat "Ga Ga" whizzing around having lunch and fun. The party was held outside around the swimming pool, now is that an invite for trouble or what? There were hundreds of balloons hanging from every available fixture, and of course there is always an idiot that thinks he's a clown. This particular clown, who will remain nameless, decided it would be funny to light one of the balloons, and needless to say the whole lot went up in flames. Phoebe and Crystal to the rescue. We had to get this "fire" off the wooden rafters before the whole hotel went up in smoke, so we were pulling bits of string while burning rubber was dripping down on us. I was so traumatised by the whole event I had to have another drink ....... a lame excuse I know, but hey, it's my story. Back to the pool. Edwin Shirley, of trucking fame and also an all round good guy after a few too many, decided to have a swim, so he removed his clothing and was flapping around the pool when some daft countess told him to get dressed and behave himself. Wrong move lady. Edwin was not impressed by his telling off and threw her in, and she was even less impressed with that and started ranting and raving, much to the amusement to the rest of the party hounds. She left with her tail between her legs and didn't look at all glamorous in her soaking wet dress, running makeup and failed hairdo. We continued till mid morning and went straight to the airport and caught a flight home. Thanks F for the great parties and good times, you will never be forgotten.

I still get asked a lot if I'm gonna write the "Real" story about Queen. Well the answer is no, and the reason is that the guys gave me a great job and a great life and I have far to much respect for them, their wives/girlfriends, children and families to tell the world what we got up to in private. I feel that is our business and ours alone. Most of us are all in relationships and telling tales could make life awkward for a few people, band and crew alike. I'm sure at some point in time someone from the organisation will write a book, have 5 minutes of fame and make a quick buck, but it sure as hell won't be me, and I'll still be able to sleep at night and when I see the guys I will still be free to say, "Wanna beer MATE."

I've had a few questions asked me that I'm gonna answer quickly.

First off is "Do you have any stories about Freddies cats? (ripping furniture etc.)" Here's a good reply, No. So moving right along, "Of all the famous people you've met, who impressed you the most?" Tricky one this. After years in this "Biz" they all become "Just normal people," and some become good pals, but on one occasion I was in Paul McCartneys studio and I was handed his violin bass and I was sitting there holding it when someone said, "Paul is left handed, hold it like he would." When I turned it around, still taped in the cutout was the Beatles set list from their days in Hamburg, now that impressed me.

Deaky and myself were the only two reggae lovers in the outfit, and Bob Marley turned up to see the show at Madison Square Gardens. Strange choice of show for Bob, but he loved Another one bites the dust, and he happened to be in New York on a stopover on his way to Germany for laser treatment. Show time and our intro tape was playing, and someone told JD that Bob was in the audience, so he cranked his bass up and played "Lively up yourself" over the tape. This was very possibly the last time Marley ever heard this played as he died shortly after. I didn't get to meet him, but I did get to meet Tyrone Downie, Bobs keyboard player in the Wailers, and Tyrone and myself got up to all sorts of mischief that night. RT on the other hand hates reggae music, but I did manage to drag him to the Circus Krone in Munich to see Peter Tosh. I loved it, he hated it. I look at this as payback because years before he insisted that I went to Hammersmith Odeon to see Laurie Anderson, of O Superman fame. This show he loved, but I put it alongside Cher as one of the worst concerts I have ever seen. Needless to say I have also met a couple of stars that I didn't see eye to eye with. Like the American rock star we encountered in a club one night, and he was such a pain I had to take him into the toilets to have a quiet word with him. He finally got the message so I released my hand from around his neck and let him drop back down to the ground. To finish this segment I wanna tell you something that Bev Bevan said. Bev was the drummer with ELO, and them and us were touring the US at the same time, and as it turned out, staying in the same hotel in one city. Roger and myself were leaving the hotel and waiting for the elevator. When the doors opened Bev was in there and him and RT said their hellos. Rog then said, "Bev, this is Crystal, he looks after me." Bev turned to me, shook my hand and said, "Pleased to meet you. If it wasn't for guys like you, guys like us wouldn't be where we are today." He didn't need to say that, and was genuine when he did. I wasn't impressed with meeting him, but he is certainly in my top ten of nicest people I have ever meet.

Over the last few months I've spent a lot of time in the Chatroom, and I highly recommend it to you all as it can be a bit of a laugh. For anyone who has never visited the room please remember a couple of things, if you come in and start swearing you will be kicked out. I know, it happens to me all the time. Also don't come in and start going on about knowing axemen and murderers and other such garbage, cause that also warrants a kicking. Some buffoon from Ireland, who went by the name of "Death" turned up with an attitude and was going on about how f***ing awesome Queen were at Slane Castle. He was not known by anyone in there so I asked him to watch his language. He said he was the Grim Reaper and could do and say what he liked, so I told him otherwise and he was most put out when I kicked him. What a fool. A while ago there was some prat who called himself F***queen, good name eh! Anyway, he/she/it was picking on a lovely young lady called Raisa, and was saying some awful things to her and completely freaked her out, so I went to her defence and FQ turned the attention my way. As far as I'm concerned it's only letters on a screen and it didn't phase me at all, but at least he/she/it gave up on Raisa. In all fairness to FQ, whoever you may be, he/she left a message on the Bulletin Board saying sorry to Raisa and myself and would never do it again. So FQ, from the both of us, thanks for the apology, we accept it. What other weirdos have we had? Well, there was a brightspark who decided it would be funny to use the nickname QueenRshite, another bad move from this person who was honoured with a ban.

While in there I've seen a lot of friendships made, and a couple that have fallen apart. I got a private message one evening from a very drunk girl who, how shall we phrase this, offered me her body and wanted to do all sorts of naughty things to me, I thanked her and declined...must be getting old or something. I have also witnessed relationships being made and, usually there is a lot of humour involved, but needless to say some arguments do occur. I have also seen some of the daftest things said. One guy was so convinced that one of the regulars was either Deaky or she was chatting with him in private that he actually started tracking her every move on the net. He also told me about some highly illegal activities he was up to concerning the band. I wouldn't have thought I was the best person to tell such stuff to, and needless to say I had a go at him. Just to add to his stupidity he's been recently boasting about his affair with an underage girl, and I reckon if he had any more sense he would be half witted. Having mentioned all the twits I'd like to say a quick hello to all the regulars, White Queen and Killer Queen, the lovely girls Blue Rock and Rannnnnnni, SQJan, Mayflower and her boys, Farookh (aka Leroy Brown) MarshMallow, the three Tigers - Babe, Lily and Stripes and the mighty Falc, also to all the rest who I haven't mentioned by name, you know who you are. I'd also like to say hi to Daddy Cool who is the singer in the Dutch cover band Miracle, and Dad, if you never make it as a singer you could make a great career from being a stand up comedian. Finally an extra special hello to the gorgeous MTB, who is about to make an honest man of me ;)

Before I go I'm sure I don't need to remind anyone of a certain date in November that is engraved in all of our minds. And I know that a lot of you will be heading to Garden Lodge to leave flowers. I don't wanna preach and tell you what to do, and I know flowers are a nice gesture, but they do die and the only people to really benefit from this is the florist. This year lets all give a donation, no matter how small, to Aids research, this way the cash will be used to try and stamp out this awful disease. If you really wanna leave flowers, buy a smaller, cheaper bunch and donate the balance of what you would have spent to these charities. It's been said a million times before but it is true, Every penny counts.

As always, Loadsa Love.

Crystal

[80s-roger]

Not On My Watch - pt2

Pairing: Dad!Roger and Mum!Reader

note: part two is here and embrace yourselves for the next one! Reminding that R/N means random name and also if you find my syntax or my voc messy and poor, that's because english is not my first language and I don't remember that many proficiency-level words :) enjoy

summary: you’re divorced with queen’s roger taylor due to constant cheating and irrational behaviour towards you. but u have one person in common: your daughter, Laura aka your favourite human on earth. Your marriage with roger had its ups and downs but laura was the happiness in it. Now that she’s 8 and starts to realise how your terms with roger are, you finally tell her that you’re seeing another man except her father and she took it really warmly. She seemed excited to meet the new man unlikely your ex-husband who accidentally learns about it by Laura, the weekend you would leave her at his place: on weekends you had some cute getaways with R/N because the court decided that Laura could stay or visit her dad on weekends and stay with him for five days each Christmas and Easter vacations. On summers he has the right to be with her for two weeks.

masterlist // part one // dialogue prompts

warnings: ehm nothing I guess

words: 2,458

taglist: @madeinheavxn @stacymaytaylor (if u want to be tagged just dm me :) )

Roger couldn't sleep after finding out you were living your life. He believed you would stay focused on Laura instead of fixing your love life. But jokes on him. You aren't committing any crime, don't feel guilty about it. He didn't even know how jealous he can be of you. Laura was with him, they spent a very productive weekend together. Freddie visited them and now he knows too. Roger opened up to his friend.

"She sleeps with that asshole, how can she do that?" He was furious. Laura was playing at the grass while the two friends were sitting at the garden's saloon.

"Pardon me Rog, but she does that with her will. She probably likes that man. Let her." Freddie got your back and that's what he is supposed to do because in this situation Roger is wrong.

"But Laura is too young to meet another man as a stepfather." He attempted to defend himself with his daughter.

"Laura also didn't have to listen to your daily fights before the divorce. Remind me, who was responsible?" Fred mocked him.

"Yes, I know. I'm not bragging for cheating on her, you know how tour life and being a rock star is." Roger explained but Freddie stopped him.

"John's also touring and he lives the rock star life but he's a family man and his heart is always home. Why aren't you like him?" Freddie was right. But Roger wouldn't accept it. He's arrogant.

"I'm not John. Okay?" He looked at Laura while she was playing. "But I love Laura with my entire heart. I don't like it when I can't see her more often..." His face was sad now.

"You could talk to Y/N about it," Freddie suggested.

"She would probably forbid me to see my kid after telling her." He giggled but deep down he believed it.

"Ah don't be ridiculous, she doesn't have the right as long as you give financial support every month for Laura." Freddie laughed but then they stopped talking because they heard your car. "Is s-she here? So early? It's not ten yet." Freddie asked and checked his watch.

"This bitch is really doing it on purpose. I will be right back." Roger got furious and stood up, to go inside his house and invite you in. Laura didn't notice a thing.

Roger opened the front door and what he saw wasn't the best thing in the world. You had the nerve to come with your new partner. Just to make him more jealous than he was all weekend. He turned red. He couldn't talk.

"Is Laura ready?" You asked ignoring his state of mind.

"No, she has no idea you're here. You were supposed to pick her up four hours later.". Roger crossed his arms and stared at the man next to you. A brunette tall man with nice muscles and a nice smile. But he is not Roger.

"Indeed, we just arrived earlier than we expected. Now call Laura, we have to go." You had to be really cold towards him or else you would break down and you didn't want that. You love him so much but you can't be with him. It doesn't work.

"Stop doing this. Fucking stop." Roger was going crazy. He destroyed you but you destroy him more.

"Stop what? I want my child." You arrogantly moved your shoulders.

"You can't keep me away from her as much as you want it. I have four hours left with her, you have to let me spend them with her. I'll bring her to your home." He tried to sound calm but his voice was trembling.

"Are you sure?" You asked confused.

"Yes, you don't have to shove your boyfriend right into my face. He's nice, but not your type." He laughed and that made you uncomfortable.

"Yo, stop disrespecting her or I'll beat you. She has told me stories about you. You're a high-quality rock star but a low-quality husband. Too pity." The brunette man said, trying to defend you but that made things worse. Roger and R/N would beat each other in front of you and the high-class neighbourhood.

"What the hell, stop you two right now. R/N get in the car. I'm coming." You got in the middle trying to stop the tension between these two. The man heard your order and waited for you at the car. "You are such a wanker." Your face was too close to his. There was eye contact again.

"Oh I won't be tonight." He winked and looked at R/N who wasn't looking at you two.

"What do you mean?" You asked confused. "You're supposed to bring Laura home."

"Of course I will. But not without getting what I want." He quickly checked on R/N and without hesitation, he stole a fast kiss from you.

"Fuck off, Roger!" You said and left without saying any other word. Neither Roger nor R/N. He's such a player. You like it.

Roger walked at the garden again, Freddie was showing the flowers to Laura and she looked curious trying to understand each name of a flower. Now that Freddie noticed Roger's figure he walked at him.

"What happened?" He asked.

"She literally brought that asshole to my door." Roger was shaken.

"Wow, did she? What about Laura?"

"I'll drive her at Y/N's." He seemed thoughtful and Fred noticed it.

"What are you thinking?" He asked. "Oh dear, don't tell me you're thinking of-" Fred couldn't believe Roger would invade that way.

"Why not? She just gave me a reason to do it. She still loves me and I know it. Her words mean nothing to me." He looked at his friend, searching for any advice.

"Make sure she'll accept it, or if she resists and tries to stop you, fucking stop, apologise and leave." He had a point. Fred knows about how you two met and how it ended.

Later

"I want to stay a little more daddy..." Laura whined as Roger helped her tie her shoes.

"So do I, but your mommy wants you to go home." He looked her into her same coloured eyes.

"This is my home too, isn't it?" She was sad.

"Of course it is, baby. But you have to grow up a little to decide in whose place you want to stay." Roger explained.

"I love my mum but I want to be with you, we don't spend much time together and I feel sad about it." She leaned towards his shoulder, hugging him tightly. The same thing happens every Sunday night. Roger was emotional after what his girl just said.

"I know but we do call each other every day, I'm not that far." He tried to comfort her as they got in his car.

"You are daddy, you're not with mum. I mean, I'm happy she found R/N but I prefer my family. In one house." Her voice lowered a bit. Roger didn't answer regardless of how much he wanted to.

"Here we are baby." Roger broke the silence after the drive. He carried the bags for her and they took the lift to reach your flat, on the third floor. "Do you know if R/N is at your home now?" He asked his daughter.

"I didn't saw his car, I don't know..." she negatively shook her head.

"It's okay." He smiled at her and here he was. In front of your door. Scared.

"Mum! I'm home!" Laura knocked on the door and Roger heard your footsteps and your laugh. He melted at the sound of it.

"Welcome home baby! Give me a hug!" You opened your arms to hold her tight. "I missed you." You looked at her being safe and sound.

Roger was constantly looking inside the living room and the kitchen, searching for the other man's figure. Until Laura spoke.

"Mum, is R/N here?" She asked.

"No, he left earlier, but he got you a present!" you smiled at her but she didn't look excited about. "What's wrong?" You asked her.

"Can daddy come inside? Please, mommy?" She begged you to bring your ex-husband in the house. You and Roger looked at each other with your blood freezing. That was fully unexpected.

"Honey, he is busy tonight... He is making music with uncle Fred, Deaky and Bri." You tried to kick him out of your house with the kindest way possible.

"Please mum, as a family..." she was sad when she said the word family. Poor her, she's only eight and has to go through this. You put your ego aside and listened to your daughter's wish.

"Baby, you don't have to press your mum if she doesn't want me inside." No, you do want him inside the house or in you.

"No, it's okay, you can come in..." you stood up again and made way for Roger to come in. He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek before closing the door and leaving his jacket next to it.

"Yey!" Laura shouted fully excited.

"But baby, you have to get to sleep in a little. You have school tomorrow!" You walked with her at the bathroom trying to help her with her night routine.

"I know mum, but I will sleep happily tonight knowing you and dad will keep me company." She smiled at you. She's so happy.

"I'm happy you feel this way." You kissed her cheek.

Meanwhile, Roger was in the kitchen fixing drinks for the two of you. He was silent, supervising the room. There was nothing related to him. Or at least he thought. He was sitting at the balcony now, enjoying the view. West London looks so good by night. He was waiting for you.

"Goodnight baby I love you." You said to Laura before closing her room's door. You passed the kitchen, searching for Roger's figure but not any luck. You felt a warm breeze coming from the living room and you saw him outside the balcony.

"Oh, there you are." He smiled, offering your drink.

"Oh, thanks, guess I need it." You nodded as you were staring at the glass.

"I fixed us some drinks just for a chilling situation. How come needing a drink? I mean, you barely touched them." You both sat at the bamboo chairs your balcony has. Roger was into a conversation with you. And so did you, you really wanted to exchange dialogue. You felt so lonely.

"I don't really think you're the ideal person to talk to right now but I'll settle." You raised your shoulders as your eyes focused at the city's lights.

"I'm all ears, are you okay?" He asked after drinking.

"I bet you're wondering why R/N is not here right?" You turned your body at his side, now facing each other. Just a table beside you.

"To be honest, I am. Is this why you're not okay?" He was confused. But also curious to find out.

"Not that it's your business but I don't let him stay here. Not when Laura is here." You started.

"So? That's what you have to do. Neither do I bring women at my house when she's around." He kind of interrupted you, but you weren't in the mood.

"Not this time Roger, please. If you want to argue with me, just leave." You slightly closed your eyes, showing how tired you felt.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Did R/N do anything? Shall I intervene?" He asked as his hand tried to reach yours.

"No. He was so furious after visiting your place. I guess it's my fault. He felt I was taking advantage of him all this time so you'd be jealous b-but I date him a long time without you knowing." You briefly explained the issue.

"So what happened?" Roger asked looking thoughtful.

"He insisted on staying at my place tonight but I obviously refused. I've explained to him that I can't present him to Laura yet. Not until that diner." You exclaimed.

"So he kinda left forever?"

"No, I reckon it was a disagreement and he'll call tomorrow. But I think he insisted on staying here so you wouldn't appear tonight." You figured out why you guys fought before Roger came at your place with your child.

"Whether I'm here or not, he has to respect your decision. Probably he's jealous." He giggled at the last sentence as he finished his drink. His fingers tried to reach yours, trying to play with them or caress them.

"Jealous of what?" You questioned in confusion. "I'm a divorced mother." The title got you into your feelings. You never wanted to be divorced. Let alone with a child.

"Whose husband tries to reach her." He smiled and oh god, you had to be looking him that moment.

"Why? We ended it in bad terms. We even fight after ending it." You stated.

"I don't care. I can't stay away from you and Laura." His hand covered yours. Your eyes were focusing on his action.

Feeling this kind of pressure, you walked inside trying to calm down. Your heart was pounding fast. You went inside your bathroom, covering your face with some cold water. "Stop overthinking about it Y/N... Relax. He's your man. You love him, he's not a stranger, right?" You whispered to yourself as you tried to catch a breath.

Meanwhile, Roger went into your bedroom, checking out the place if there's anything that belongs to him. Kinda. At your nightstand, there was a frame of him, you and Laura. The day she was born. Roger seemed to be emotional at the sight of the family photo. At the parlour, there was a photo album, recently touched and seen. Photos of him and you when you were dating awakens his huge desire to make love to you. "There's still hope in this mess." He whispered to himself and rushed to the bathroom waiting for you to come out.

You came out looking fresh and calm. There was intense eye contact, a long-lasting one. His hand tried to reach yours but instead, it caught your buttcheeks because you climbed on him with your legs around his waist and your lips against his.

"I fucking missed you." You moaned between your passionate kiss.

"So did I." He said back and walked through your bedroom and gently closed the door with his feet. "I want to make love to you so bad. Please let me." He begged when he gently placed you on bed's pillows.

"Make me love." Your voice was smooth and passionate. You were ready to feel him again, you were craving for it.

TO BE CONTINUED!1!1

[izzy-b-hands]

One Spring Day

Set in 1988. There's a planned get together at Freddie and Jim's for the band, originally only for them and Jim, but when Roger can't get a sitter for Rory (Felix safe with his mum), she becomes a part of the day, in a bigger way than any of them intended. AKA: Rory wanders off and gives her father (and everyone else too really) one hell of a fucking time.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

"Roger, we're ready to head over. I know you said you've got Rory, have you got her ready to go?" Brian asked, leaning out of the kitchen to the sitting room.

But Roger wasn't there. Instead, he was stood at the front door, which was hanging open, pale as if he were dead.

"Rog?"

"How the fuck?" Roger mumbled, clearly horrified. "Her mum is going to kill me. Hell, I'm going to kill me."

"Roger, what happened?"

Roger gestured to the door. "I was out of the room for a minute, the door must not have been locked, and she's just tall enough to reach. I literally just turned around, and discovered she was..."

"Oh fuck," Brian whispered, horrified.

--

"Who on earth is ringing the bell like that?" Freddie called down. "Someone answer it before the bell gives out!"

Jim rushed to the front door, only to be met with an older man, holding a sniffling Rory Taylor.

"She had this address in the little Emergency Contacts booklet in her coat pocket," the man scolded, and forced Rory into Jim's arms. "Keep an eye on your damn kids! She could have been hit by a car, for pity's sake!"

Jim shut the door softly, and stared puzzled at Rory. "How did you get here?"

Rory shrugged.

"That's...you didn't just fall out of the sky here, you can't just shrug," Jim replied, even as he remembered he was talking to a two year old.

Rory shrugged again.

"Okay, that's on me for expecting more," Jim sighed. "Shall we go see Uncle Freddie and wait for your Dad to come in?"

"No Dad," Rory replied.

"Very funny, but we aren't leaving your dad outside," Jim scolded playfully as he made his way upstairs. "Freddie! We've got a visitor."

Freddie met them as he walked out of their bedroom, smiling as Rory reached her arms out to him and grinned.

"We do! Where's Roger?" Freddie asked as he took Rory from Jim. "Or did you lock him out?"

"No," Rory giggled.

"According to the man that brought her to the door, she was just...outside the house," Jim replied. "No idea what Roger's doing that he let her wander off. Not like him, that."

"You're just trouble, aren't you?" Freddie teased Rory. "Making things difficult for your dad?"

"Yeah," Rory nodded enthusiastically.

"At least you own it," Freddie said as he led the way back downstairs. "Your brother doesn't, he plays it off. Sort of like your dad on occasion, actually."

"Don't let Roger hear that," Jim chuckled.

"Oh, he knows how he is," Freddie said. "Really though, where is he?"

"Home," Rory offered.

"That's not possible," Freddie laughed. "Then how did you get here, darling?"

"Walk," Rory replied. "By puppies!"

Jim and Freddie's smiles started to fall.

"You walked," Freddie said slowly. "Did Uncle Brian come over, did he help walk you here?"

"At home!" Rory replied, in a tone that suggested she'd never heard such a stupid thing in her life.

"No," Jim hesitated. "She's too little-"

"Not little!" Rory protested.

"Sorry, no, you aren't," Jim said. "But still, you didn't walk here on your own."

"Yeah!" Rory crowed triumphantly. "Big girl!"

They shared a horrified glance.

"You could have been hurt!" Freddie hissed. "And your poor father must be absolutely panicking; Jim, call him-"

"On it," Jim nodded, and dashed towards the nearest phone.

"And you," Freddie said, walking to the kitchen where he set Rory to sit on the counter. "Are going to have a snack with me, and do your best to tell me how you got here."

Rory nodded, happily taking the offered crackers Freddie set out on a plate for her.

"Start from the top."

---

"Roger, breathe," Brian soothed. "We'll find her; she's two, how far could she go?"

Roger had tears in his eyes, jogging fast enough down the sidewalk that even at his quickest, Brian was struggling to keep up.

"But it's that she got out at all!" Roger protested. "She's not a cat, for fuck's sake! And I let her out, and if she's hurt or something, I will never forgive myself-"

"She'll be fine," Brian interrupted. "Even if she got further out, John is driving around now, and he'll see her for sure."

"She needs to hold my hand to cross the street, what if she's been hit by a car?" Roger crumpled to his knees, the tears falling hard and fast now.

"She hasn't been," Brian said. "She's probably sitting in someone's yard, and they're waiting for us to walk up and find her. There's lots of families round here, no mum or dad is going to let someone else's kid come to harm if they can help it."

But Roger was gone, a sobbing mess, and all Brian could think to do was start to drag him back to his house.

Where, unbeknownst to them, the phone was ringing off the hook.

---

"No answer," Jim sighed as he joined them in the kitchen. "They must be out looking for her."

"Shit," Freddie muttered. "They won't presume she got this far away, poor Roger."

"I'll try again in a few minutes," Jim said. "And how goes hearing her little adventure?"

"Have a listen," Freddie sighed. "Rory, tell Uncle Jim how you got here."

"Walked," Rory started. "Saw puppies!"

Jim nodded.

"Cars!" Rory continued. "Go fast!"

"Oh Christ," Jim whispered.

"Then kitty!" Rory cheered. "And walking."

"Riveting, isn't it?" Freddie mumbled, wincing when Jim elbowed him. "Well!"

"Scary man," Rory said gravely."And you!"

She pointed to Jim.

"The man that brought you here was scary?" Jim asked. "Because he was angry?"

Rory nodded.

"He didn't mean to be scary, I don't think," Jim said. "He knew you weren't safe out there, and I think that scared him."

"Scary man," Rory protested. "Where kitty?"

"You want to see our cats, or the cat that you saw on your way here?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah," Rory replied, then shrieked happily as Delilah wandered in. "There kitty!"

"Delilah was the one you saw?" Jim asked, picking Delilah up so Rory could gently pet her. "She was out around that time...maybe she knew, somehow. It sounds silly-"

"But it's possible, and thank goodness for her, and the man that brought her here," Freddie interrupted with a relieved sigh. "We're going to keep calling your dad, and you can have your snack with Delilah, alright Rory?"

Rory was enamored with Delilah though, carefully wiping her little fingers off on her coat before each pet of Delilah's fur.

"You go try and call him, I'll keep an eye on these two," Jim said. "Make sure no one goes on walkabout again."

Rory stuck her tongue out at him, but they could only laugh.

"You are such your father's child," Freddie smiled, and headed for the phone.

---

"If we go to Freddie's, we can make a proper search party," John said. "We'll have Jim and any of their friends that happen to be there who can help."

Roger was reduced to now exhausted sobs, leaned into Brian's shoulder, past responding or planning.

To Brian, it was a shock. Roger was usually fairly level-headed, but this was a reminder that none of them were immune to panic, fear, and tears when it came to their families. But it made planning their next move difficult.

"Pick him up," John said, helping Brian pull Roger to his feet. "We're going now. The longer we wait..."

He hesitated. They all knew what he was implying, but saying it out loud made the possibility of something terrible having happened far too real.

"She's going to be fine," Brian soothed as he helped John drag Roger to his car. "You can't look a mess like this when we find her. She won't know what to do if you're this upset."

"She should be upset," Roger managed to splutter out. "She's probably terrified and hurt and she'll know it's my fault."

Brian sighed, and let Roger fall weeping against his shoulder again as they settled into the backseat of John's car.

---

"Is Rory your new best friend?" Jim laughed as Delilah settled onto Rory's lap. They'd moved to the sitting room, where there was at least a TV to put on in case Rory got bored enough to fuss (not ideal, but with no toys or children's books on hand, there was little choice.) But she was more than happy to hug and pet Delilah, shouting joyfully every time Delilah so much as purred or licked her hand.

"Love Lila," Rory declared.

"I think she loves you too," Jim said. "And thank you for being gentle with her."

He'd feared she might be too rough (other kids nearby had proven more than once that it was a learned and taught skill, how to be around a cat) but she was an angel.

A runaway angel, but an angel still.

"They aren't answering," Freddie said, an edge of panic in his voice as he walked into the room. "I must have rang them fifty times in a row, if not more. And nothing!"

"They might still be searching," Jim said. "We'll try again in a bit."

"And in the meantime, we're just temporary dads now?" Freddie laughed.

"They say children happen before you're ready for them," Jim giggled and shrugged.

"Yeah, but I don't think anyone means that like this," Freddie scoffed. "Poor Roger. I can't stop thinking about him; he must be an absolute wreck right now."

"Miss Daddy," Rory said as she hugged Delilah gently.

"I think he misses you too," Freddie said. "He's probably very worried about you."

"Give him a hug," Rory said.

"And then he won't worry?"

Rory nodded.

"You'll have to do that when we get a hold of him and get him over here to get you," Freddie said. "Don't imagine our little afternoon together is going to happen now..."

"It still could," Jim mused. "Roger might need to calm down a bit anyway once he's here."

"I suppose so," Freddie nodded. "I'm just itching to get a hold of him. I know I'd be losing my mind if we couldn't find one of the cats-"

"You have done that," Jim interrupted.

"Yes," Freddie said. "But I can't imagine the intensity of it, with a child..."

"She did say he would need a hug," Jim winced. "Probably going to be a pretty strong hug."

---

"I'll walk," Roger choked out, striding off down the middle of the road, ignoring the cars honking as they drove around him.

"Go after him," John said, still fighting to change the flat tire on his car. "I'll catch up and meet you two at Freddie's."

"But-"

"You know he isn't going to wait, and he'll get himself killed at this rate," John interrupted. "You know it as well as I do. Go!"

Brian took off after Roger, gently tugging him to the sidewalk as more cars headed their way.

"What on earth was that bullshit?"

"I don't care, okay?" Roger shouted. "This is one of the scariest fucking moments of my life! My child might well be dead, and I don't know, and we've no idea where she is! How the fuck am I going to face her mum? Or anyone ever again? Who's going to want to be around someone who let's something terrible happen to their own child?!"

"You don't know that she's hurt!" Brian shouted back. "She could be perfectly fine! And you getting hit by a fucking car won't make you find her any faster, so get your shit together!"

They paused, breathing hard, glaring at each other.

Roger's face fell, and he stepped forward to fall into Brian's arms. "I'm sorry. I just fucking hate this and I hate myself for letting it happen."

"Anybody would feel that way," Brian said as he hugged him tight. "But you can't keep falling to pieces. Not right now, at least. Let's get her found, make sure she's safe, and then you can sit down with me away from her and break apart and get all of this out, alright?"

Roger nodded, and wiped away tears as he stepped back from Brian. "We're what, seven blocks away from Freddie's?"

"About that," Brian replied. "But it'll feel like less if we run."

---

"It's okay," Freddie soothed, bouncing Rory on his hip. "Your dad will be here soon. Look, Delilah's looking out the window for him! Should we look too?"

Rory buried her face in his shoulder and wailed louder. It had hit randomly, but hard, this moment of Rory seemingly realizing exactly what she'd done and what was going on. As to how much she understood, they couldn't know, but it was enough to be upsetting clearly.

"I'll call again," Jim murmured, rubbing Rory's back gently. "If I get a hold of him, you can talk to him. That way you'll both know that you're each okay."

Rory rubbed her face into Freddie's shoulder, her little hands hanging onto the fabric of his shirt like her life depended on it.

"Good luck," Freddie told him with a hint of misery and fear in his voice. He was trying to hide it for Rory's sake, but it was troubling to see her seemingly inconsolable.

"What about seeing the other cats?" Freddie suggested. "By the time we're done finding them all, your dad might be here!"

But she wasn't interested. "I stay here?"

"You mean until your dad is here, and you're ready to go home? Of course," Freddie assured her.

"No," she sniffled. "If...no Daddy..."

"Oh goodness," Freddie sighed. "I mean...your mum might have something to say about it, but if we must bring up that horrid an idea, then yes, you could stay here if somehow your dad couldn't come get you. Honestly, we wouldn't put you back out on the street, Rory."

"I stay here," Rory mumbled miserably.

"You'll stay here," Freddie said, bouncing on his feet as he wandered towards the hall, to see if Jim had any luck in reaching Roger.

Only to nearly drop Rory, as someone tried to pound down the front door.

"Jim!"

"I've got it," Jim hung up the phone and rushed to the door, swinging it open.

Roger fell into the house, seemingly stuck stunned on his knees. "Rory?"

"Yeah," Freddie replied. "Little shit walked herself here, can you believe? She is very much your child, Rog."

Brian was just behind Roger, and helped Jim pick him up off the floor.

"I was so fucking terrified," Roger sobbed, taking an equally upset Rory from Freddie and hugging her tight. "Why in the hell did you leave the house?!"

"Don't know!" Rory wailed back.

It maybe shouldn't have been funny, they all knew, but the timing of it was horribly perfect. They all broke into laughter, even Roger.

"Please don't do that again," Roger told her. "If you want to go somewhere, you wait for me, okay?"

Rory nodded and lifted her head from Roger's shoulder. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Roger muttered. "I'm just so glad you're alright, the things I was fearing-"

"We maybe shouldn't tell the toddler," Brian interrupted.

"Right," Roger nodded.

"Did we also lose John?" Freddie asked.

"He's on the way," Brian replied. "It was a real fucking comedy of errors, getting us here."

"You know, we did try calling to let you know she was here," Jim said. "We must have missed you every time you were near the house."

"Like I said: comedy of errors," Brian sighed. "I feel like I can finally breathe again, fucking hell."

"Agreed," Freddie said. "Shall we go sit and wait for John, and catch our collective breath?"

"See kitty," Rory added.

"Delilah's her new best friend," Jim explained. "So be ready for that tantrum once you have to leave."

"I'll take it," Roger laughed. "Even a million tantrums. I'm just so happy she's alright, and she was safe this whole time. God I think I'm gonna pass out."

"All the more reason to come sit down," Freddie said, and gently tugged Roger by the arm towards the sitting room, Brian and Jim right behind them. "We don't need anyone else lost or hurt or anything..."

The phone rang, and Jim picked up quickly as the rest of them moved past. "Hello?"

"So...I'm going to be late," John sighed. "I'm walking to find someone to tow my car. Turns out my spare tire was no better than the original; fucker burst as soon as I tried to drive again."

"No, you aren't," Jim said. "I'm going to drive out and pick you up, and bring you back here, and we'll call someone to go get your car. We've had quite enough waiting and excitement for one day, I think."

He hung up with John's agreeing laugh on his ear, and picked up a set of keys from the entryway table before heading out, only to pause and check that the door was locked. Once, twice, then a third and fourth time for good measure.

They couldn't be too safe after all, with Rory in the house.

[glamrockmonarch]

Present Day Original Timeline Masterlist

R!Reader = Roger!Reader, Reader in a relationship with Roger. 

B!Reader = Brian!Reader, Reader in a relationship with Brian. 

What does B!Reader and R!Reader stand for?

Original Timeline

Original Start with Brian (Alternate version from the one above)

Starting out (Brian)

Coachella Adventure

Friend or Foe?

Friend or Foe no.2

Friend or Foe no. 3

Before bed discussions (Brian)

Friend!

Grams (Brian)

Adopting a pupper (Brian)

B!Reader pregnant?!  (Brian)

Learning music

Family Opinions

Family Opinions no. 2

Spanking!* (Roger)

Couples fight 

Going down* (Brian)

R!Readier doing young people Stuff (Roger)

R!Reader being friends with Rufus

B!Reader and Emily

If B!Reader had been a Virgin

Spanking! no. 2* (Brian)

Their first time together* (Brian)

Raiding Roger’s closet* (but it’s Brian Smut)

Ex’s + Adam Lambert’s opinions

B!Reader and R!Reader talk about their children

Their Relationship in the media

Stupid arguments (Brian)

Parenting Skills: over 1000

Cheating on Anita?? (Brian)

Honeymoon* (but it’s Roger Smut)

Met Gala Fun + Adam Lambert

Emily

That face claim I said I would do (I did it)

Grandchildren confusion

Adopt your cast member today

Roger cheating??* 

The dance*

Sarina’s Reaction

BBMAS Fun + Adam Lambert

Thoughts on thigh Riding* 

Did they ever think they would date someone so young?

Daddy? (Smuttish?)

B!Reader always bakes for Brian

B!Reader’s dad was a Queen fan

Brian’s family’s opinion on the twins

Delivery room stories

Baby Names Time!

Age gap: cute! 

Boys’ weekend

Take care of your drunk person

Who was the biggest flirt

First, we mention “the incident”

Second, we actually talk about “the incident” 

Brian talks about his RS and the guitars he built with the boys

The “”Well Loved and Well Used” saga: Part 1″ (by anon)|  Part 2*  

The wives catch them watching porn*

Family and friends’ Opinions no. 3 (Roger and R!Reader)

The boys walking in on their wives watching or reading something smutty*

The talk about when they pass away (triggering and sad tbh)

The wives have a health scare

Riding Brian on the couch*

Drumstick action with Roger

Roger has a Daddy kink* (open your eyes people!)

Roger discovering R!Reader has a Daddy kink*

Brian and B!Reader’s reaction to R!Reading accidentally calling Roger “Daddy

Roger cumming inside his wife when they’re trying for a baby*

Dr May slip up*

Other friends

Telling stories of Freddie and soothing the boys

B!Reader jealous of Kerry?

Sex life* (Roger)

The clogs

Sex life* (Brian)

How they celebrate mother’s day

Roger and R!Reader’s tattoos

The first time Brian walks in on B!Reader dancing in the kitchen

About B!Reader and R!Reader

The boys’ reaction to their wives getting hit on in front of them

C*ckwarming* (Brian)

Would Brian and B!Reader film videos of themselves*

Is R!Reader musical?

Adam Lambert’s opinion on the girls

How they sleep together

Did they get kinky after the kids were moved out?*

Did Rufus ever hit on or go out with R!Reader?

How kinky does dom brian get now that the kids are a college?*

Morning person/night owl/moody teen

The worse fight between Brian and B!Reader

Did Rufus use his younger siblings to pick girls up?

How B!Reader takes care of Brian and the twins when he gets sick

How the boys cuddle when they want physical contact

Taking a yoga class with Brian*

Who initiated their first kiss* (But this includes Harry and Jazz!)

How the boys react to missing their families on tour

what would going to the cinema with present Brian be like? 

Does bri and rog mind choking during sex?

How many speeding tickets does Max end up with?

Tumblr’s reaction to the boys dating someone younger

Do the wives ask to look through photo albums with them?

Films with Brian

Do the wives recognize the borhap boys from their previous works

Brian catching B!Reader singing while cleaning

The biggest fight between Roger and R!Reader

Brian and B!Reader’s reaction to Roger shooting at Jellyfish 

Kids Stuff

Baby Names Time!

Max Taylor has a youtube channel

The May twins

Siblings

The kids on their older dads

Jazz’ dating life

About Freddie May

Kids: photo album

Giving the kids the talk

Giving the kids the talk (but it’s Roger grossing out Max)

Kids: Asking questions

The kids go as extras for BoRhap

Friends

The twins get tattoos 

Harry May has a Crush on Jazz Taylor, pass it on

Lullabies: the kids’ fave songs as babies

How Harry gets his own youtube channel

Max Taylor’s YouTube Channel: playing “Who Knows Harry Best?”

Telling the kids about Freddie

Who taught the kids how to drive 

Freddie painting Brian’s nails before a tour

Brian being strict with the twins

The kids dye their hair

About the May twins 

Traditional Trip to Disneyland

Do Harry and Jazz get together?

Adam’s reaction when Freddie came out to him

How the kids defend their parents

Who do the kids go to for relationship advice?

Why Freddie had to stick up for Harry

Did the twins have any big arguments?

The kids taking care of their mum while their dads are away

Handling the kids going away

How the kids react to papa going away on tour

Rogers reaction to his daughter dating Brian’s son

Freddie’s pets

Max Taylor’s YouTube Channel: collabs

The twins do a switcheroo

Max Taylor YouTube Channel: KarPool

Max Taylor YouTube Channel: Reading thirsty tweets with Freddie and Harry May: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3.

Freddie May on Sex Education |  His role

Brian’s Slip Up

What it was

How it goes down

The pegomastax ask

How the boys take it

Did they actually....?

How Brian Rebuilds his relationship with the twins

How hard was it on Brian’s older kids?

R!Reader and Roger’s reaction behind the scenes

Does B!Reader shy away from Brian?

Repercussions on Brian slapping Harry

How Brian reacted to Jimmy’s words

Does Brian get depressed when B!Reader distances herself from him?

Anita on the matter

B!Reader and Brian are out for lunch after she gets back and the woman Brian was with shows up at the same restaurant

The twins reacting to finding out their parents saw the woman Brian cheated on their mum with

The Fans on the cheating + Adam’s opinion

Did Brian and B!Reader go through counseling?

R!Reader’s reaction to Brian’s cheating

How things got back on track

Smut n angst “piece de resistance” 

Social Media Edits

Twitter no. 1 |  Twitter no. 2 |  Twitter no. 3 |  Twitter no. 4

Fanning over going to see Queen+AL | 

Jazz Taylor teases boys no. 1 |  Jazz Taylor teases boys no. 2 |

B!Reader being a cool mom no. 1 |  

Traditional Trip to Disneyland

B!Reader and R!Reader’s insta

“What If’s” aka AU’s from the Original Storyline: 

How R!Reader and Roger got together

Cheating on Anita?? Take 2

Anita’s reaction to Brian cheating

The boys’ reaction to their SO’s families not being supportive

In the 70′s or 80′s

Last Edited on June 2nd 2019.

* Means smut/NSFW stuff.

[irepookie]

INFINITY

Summary: QUEEN AU where Rog (aka Rowan Queen) is young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: Fluff, Fluff, Fluff, and swearing.

Word Count: 1926

Okay so this is the closest picture I could find to Row's state in the next two chapters:

Chapter 2: PIPER

Row has a lot questions to ask himself, and he knows it's on only his own future at stake, but also The Prune's, who may be getting a name.

Of all the things Rowan Queen might have aspired to be, -a Rockstar, a Roger Taylor level drummer...- a 19 year old solo dad wasn't amongst them.

All he knew was that since he had first held that small Wrinkly being and her eyes had met his, she had stolen a part of him, and that the only way to feel completed again was being with her.

Ridiculously sappy, he knew.

"But that's what makes best parents" Callie, the nurse who had introduced them assured him one day when he confessed his thoughts out loud, while he watched her sponge bath the infant "Don't feel stupid, or embarrassed for feeling that way, Row. In fact, that's exactly how it should be. Always. And those fathers who deny it or fight that connection, end up estranged from their kids as they grow up. Take it from a daughter who hasn't seen her father in 5 years"

But, alas, there he was, living between his flat and the Hospital's newborn aisle, because he just couldn't get that one girl out his head, despite don't knowing how he had come to this.

"Well I haven't seen mine in 9"

"And that scares you, don't it?"

He gasped, and nodded slowly.

"Is better having no father figure at all than having a bad one. Just like I think your Prune is luckier having one brave dad than a coward mom"

"And two fit parents?" He asked, eyes flicking to the untouched pile of adoption papers

"Well that's the ideal situation, isn't it? But the weight always ends up relaying more on the mother, you know? The father always steps back, because society still thinks it's more acceptable for us women to raise the children because, of course, we have deeper connection with 'em for carrying them around for nine months and blah blah blah." She got the towel and handed it to him before laying the squirming 2 day old In his arms.

He carefully wrapped it around her and sat down so he wouldn't drop her, then started to stroke her soft delicate skin with the towel.

"But that's bullshit." Callie continued "That's an excuse you men came up with to sneak out from changing nappies. But I believe you guys are just as capable of taking care of children as us. And that you might be the ultimate proof of it." She gathered her hair in a ponytail, and smiled at father and daughter, as Row was now

leaning back on the rocking chair with the Prune, -as all the staff had begun to call her- laid on his bare chest.

"So forget whatever prejudices you have. This kid needs you, she doesn't know nothing about what's going on, she misses her little warm oven, the voice she was so used to hear and that she'll never hear again because that world has left her behind the first chance she got and she's very confused.

But also, She doesn't know about gender stereotypes, or that she's a girl. But she knows you're here. And her instincts tell her you're safety, and warmth, and love. Sure, I'm around a lot too, but soon you'll be discharged and everything she'll have will be you. A d then she'll grow up and will be forever grateful for everything you will have done for her"

The teen nodded, taking in all the words but remaining silent. Quiet moments like this -when she was calm and content- were quite meaningful.

"I just want the best for her. And I'm not sure I am"

"Well, from where I'm standing, you're pretty much up there. Nobody gets her to settle down as quickly as you do. That has to mean something, right? Newborns have this amazing instinct of detecting sources of love and protection. And you are hers. She trusts you: trust yourself"

Days went by, and Row found himself getting up early in order to go back to hospital. At home he was restless, as questions filled his head.

Was she better off with him?

Was he ready?

How could Callie be so much more sure about the whole thing than he was?

What if be wasn't good enough

What if mom was right?

Why did he want to become a dad in the first place?

Should he just sign those papers before it was too late and forget the whole thing?

The sixth day, he made his way to the hospital as usual, but something felt off. What it was? He couldn't put a finger on it, so he shrugged it off and entered the NICU area where she was.

"Hey, lovely one, look at you, a bit bigger each day" he cooed at his yet unnamed daughter, as he put his hand through the incubator hole to let her know his ore6 "So strong and so beautiful" he smiled brightly as her small hand closed around his finger.

"Yes, this way please" he heard a male voice and turned his eyes to see a doctor and a man and a woman who were probably in their thirties

"Oh my gosh she's so tiny!" The woman exclaimed, walking towards the glass

"Who are you?" Row asked, stepping defensively in front of her before she could reach the baby.

"You must be Rowan Queen?" The man held his hand out "We're the adopting couple..."

"What?" He basically slapped it away "No! Who told you she's in for adoption?"

"Mister, you signed the adoption papers" the Doctor said

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did. Here" the doctor looked through the pile of papers on his hands and showed him.

He snatched the file from him. That was his signature but he didn't remember signing anything. He may have doubts about being a dad, but Callie was right, the little prune and him needed each other. They belonged together And he wasn't gonna give her away. The only way was through.

"There must be a mistake. She's not up for adoption"

"Err... Yes she is" the man said

"No she's not! I should know better than you, huh?"

"We've heard about the mother. So sad. But babies need their mommys, don't they?" The woman cooed from the other side of the incubator

"You can't take her" if looks could kill, Row would have murdered her right then and there.

"Mister..."

"No! He's my daughter!"

"Sir, signing this you gave up your parental rights"

"And what the hell does that even mean?"

"Legally, she's not yours anymore"

"But I don't remember signing anything!"

"But this is your signature"

"Yes. But I... I didn't mean it"

The woman scoffed "Well you clearly did."

"Mind your fucking business!" He snapped, before turning to the doctor "Look, I really don't know how my signature is there but I need you to... I don't know, forget it, okay?"

"Forget it?"

"Yes! Whatever that stupid paper says, I'm keeping her. And I will do everything you want me to"

"Sorry. There's nothing we can do about it now. You could take this to court but... It's a lost cause"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"A 19 year old against a healthy, stable marriage?" He used the same arguments mom had

"But I'm her dad..." His voice quivered, as his baby started to cry.

"Don't worry sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy are here now" the woman said "Our Judy"

"Judy? What the fuck, you're not naming her Judy!"

"What we do with our daughter is our business, sir" the woman said "Now please, leave us alone"

"No! She's not Judy. She's my prune, I'm gonna prove to all of you fuckers wrong, because I can fucking do this if I want you. Not because I wanted to at first, or because I can't have my own kid like you; she's my own kid and she belongs with me. And I may not be a middle upper class, or drive a goddamn Mercedes, or have a huge house and a stable boring job at whatever office. And she may not have a goddamn mother, or her own room. So what? She has me. Because I'm the one who's been here for the whole bloody week worrying about her. Not you, not her mother. So fuck off and choose another kid!"

Two men who Row hadn't even seen arrive took him, as he fought and called his crying daughter "PIPER! PIPER! DADDY WILL GET YOU! I'M YOUR DAD, DON'T FORGET!"

Then he woke up with a jolt in that same hospital room, as his newborn baby awoke too beside him

He quickly sat up and leaned over to place a hand on her tummy, to check that she was real, letting out a sigh of relief when feeling her warm skin

It had been just a dream. Well, a nightmare rather than a dream. But she was there, safe next to him

"Hey, baby girl. Yes, hello darling. You had a good night? Gave trouble to the nurses?" he asked, stroking her torso "Are we hungry?" He offered his little finger,and she began to suck on it as response, which made him chuckle. "Alright, I'll call so they get us a bottle okay?"

3 minutes later, he was sitting on the green rocking chair, Baby Prune on his bare chest -because apparently skin to skin helped parents and kiddos bond or whatever- as he gave her the bottle.

He had to admit, ever since he had learned how to properly hold her, he looked forward to feeding, because he had grown to love these little moments, and by the end of them, be always felt closer and more in love with that tiny, wrinkled human being which he had helped make.

Who was a part of him somehow, and who he couldn't imagine his life without despite having only known her for 6 days.

She was so amazing. So mesmerizing. With her clear grey eyes and her peachy skin, and her adorable ears.

He just couldn't get his eyes off her.

"You're gonna come home with me in a couple days, and..." He realized he hadn't really thought about a plan. He had just moved out mom's, and the apartment was still empty. He'd have to start getting stuff. But anyway "... And we'll figure something out. I'm not gonna renounce to you. No ma'am. You've got me. And I've got you. And I'll look after you and make sure you're always happy and safe and... loved. I fucking love you so damn much and I don't even know how did this happen. I mean you're not even a week old and you've already turned my life upside down just by bloody existing. You can't even understand what I'm saying. But here I am, making all this plans and Shit... I, who never thinks ahead, who never knows his future beyond what meal he's gonna get. But I... Damn. Do you babies have like special powers or something? Do you like... Is it a defensive instinct? Like you manage to make us go nuts about you by casting a spell it whatever so we'll stay enchanted? Because this is fucking ridiculous."

She finished the bottle and he put it aside.

"Speaking about plans, we can't keep calling you Baby Prune. We're gonna have to choose a name. A pretty unique gorgeous name for a special, perfect little princess like you. So, let's see" he changed his hold on her so they were face to face. Something the nurses had called.. ? He wasn't really sure but he had got hand on it "Yes, hello" he smiled helplessly at the sight of her "Baby girl. Baby girl" he cooed absentmindedly as he analysed her features

Then he remembered his dream. He had called her Piper. He wasn't even sure if he had heard that name before but he liked it. It was original, cool, rare enough people would associate it with her but not awful, like other names he had heard.

"Piper" he whispered, tasting the word while contemplating her face. It sounded good to him. "Piper Queen" he said, a bit louder this time as her tiny hand closed around a strand of his blonde hair. "You like that? Piper?"

She just blinked, but he interpreted it as an affirmative answer

"It's settled, then. Piper. Pips for short." He smiled, and brought her back to his bare chest so he could lull her back to sleep with his rambling, which had worked the previous times.

"My Piper" he kissed her head and began to rub her back "I'm so scared honestly. I won't lie to ya, I have no idea what I'm doing but you can rely on me. I'm good at improvising so I'll figure it out. Don't worry. But you gotta take it easy, hm? If you have a bit of patience, it'll be just fine. And about this?" He reached for the papers -which were unsigned- and ripped them off "Fuck it. Just fuck it."

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A big Hola to my dear fellow @definitely-darcy whose kind review and attention to detail has made gain confidence in this.

So, I've written this one in different bits which I've had to tie up together. Hope you guys like it.

That's about it, really. Please comment and let me know what you think (always nice and constructively).

Xx

~Pookie

[margsld]

Outlander Epi 3.04 Recap

Of Lost Things you think quite a bit about.

Toni Graphia wrote this highly anticipated episode - it's the favourite thus far of the original author, Diana Gabaldon.  Again, this season is cramming a lot of details from the book and the additions and deletions are mostly good (don't get me started on Cheating Frank). It's bothering me a little that it jumps between times so often and making me OCD with my screencaps. Hold on tight. We are going on a bumpy ride.

Scotland 1968. Claire is still in Inverness hunting down her highland ginger biscuit like a Wight looking for Jon Snow.  Bree and Roger are using it as a chance to flirt at every opportunity *ah young love.... as finding your loved one’s secret loved one is like adopting a puppy together. It takes commitment.

Fiona is not letting Bree get in the way of her giving Roger a coronary and stops by the researchers, to nourish them with her baked goods.  We all want a Fiona Roger, you ungrateful oaf.

Claire pops up from the table shouting ‘Ginger Bingo’ (or is that 'Gingo'?) and shows them a list of Prisoner names from Ardsmuir. They are off again but it soon becomes a dead end.  They head to Edinburgh for a last laugh, take the time to stir up the locals with their outrageous womanhood etc & to look at some mouldy ship logs as prisoners were usually transported to the Colonies. They should have asked Jamie's Ardsmuir cell mate for help.

 It’s 1756 in Helwater, England. Jamie is living tough with a new name (Alex McKenzie) and with the Dunsaneys.  He’s sulking because they won’t let him grow his hair longer than his shoulders but that mop will not be ruled. Lord Dunsaney has a quick word on their arrival back from a holiday in Italy, Molto Benne! He knows who Big Red is and suggests keeping it from his wife.  I think it’s a ploy to keep the Hot Scot away from his wife for other reasons. *wink wink nudge

Roger has faked a broken down car just so he can see what other skills Bree has up her sleeve.  After some Scottish boy noises, Bree takes over the mechanic-ing and spots the trouble straight away.  Silly boy look, Rog. It was that sneaky distributor cap going all loose and now so was Roger’s feelings. Awwww. So romantic.

Geneva Dunsaney wakes and the devil says ‘Oh crap, she’s up’ as does half the Helwater staff. The stablehands draw short-straws to see which poor sod will be her ‘escort’ during her leisurely gallop in the woods.  Jamie cops abuse from her and dutifully bites his tongue.  Geneva’s exit is her sister Isobel’s cue to arrive just as Jamie is fantasising about kicking Geneva’s arse.  She’d like a ticket to that event and front row please.  Isobel is crushing on Jamie’s Chess buddy, Lord John Grey and naturally finds it appropriate to share this with Jamie.  She is only human. Jamie is a lady whisperer.

Claire gets a call from her surgeon buddy Joe Abernethy.  He’s sick of doing her workload and asks when she’ll be back in Boston instead of flunking around Scotland’s dusty Archives.  Claire isn’t sure but encourages Joe to operate on her fave patient as a treat.

Helwater, 1757.  The stablehands have all rallied and found Geneva a husband.  They party for days.  Mr Groom-to-be is that old that Geneva is stoicly trying not to vomit as he kisses her hand in farewell. They are to be married soon. Ick.

Geneva now has Jamie in her sights.  She's like a sailor looking for land after being at sea for 27 months.  She forces him to escort her on her daily horse ride and quickly puts the 'Bitch' in 'Bitch'.  Jamie trieds to stand his ground but dang, she looks like Claire, no? Plus, lady whisperer.....  Geneva is a brat and races her horse ahead, all the while laughing like a woman with a screw loose. Shortly after, Jamie hears her scream.  He finds her unconscience on the ground and goes to help.  He picks her up and she becomes animated again, laughing at her having tricked him.  Disgusted, Big, Grumpy Red promptly dumps her face first, into a big slushy mud puddle and we all cheer like it’s a Queensland win at State of Origin. Geneva is a bit nuts though and embraces her impromptu mud mask.  Chick logic. Life gives you lemons, you make a facial out of it, right, Ladies?

The handsomest redcoat in history, Lord John Grey, is visiting from London and we find them playing Chess in the Helwater gardens with Jamie.  Who knew chess was an outdoor sport? Lord John swells with pride that Jamie’s report card is in and it’s glowing.  Yayyy!  *high fives.  They are soon interrupted by Isobel, Hal (John's big bro), Hal’s ego and Geneva aka Mega Beyotch.  After introductions are made, it’s clear to Gen-baby that Hal knows Alex McKenzie and not just from his horsey-skills. She's a moth to the flame that one.  Of course it doesn't help when Alex aka Jamie aka can't this guy settle on one name, doesn't stop looking at his feet. Suspicious factor 50+.

Just a few days before the big nuptuals take place Geneva corners Alex and threatens to reveal his true identity to her mother, ensuring Jamie gets another stretch in HMS Ratfarm.  To keep his secret, she demands he takes her maiden-head so that Lord Crusty McEllesmere doesn’t have that privilege.  He tries to reason with her but she’s seen his backside in breeks and well Duh. 

Jamie’s sex class has attracted one eager student.  Professor Tight Breeks arrives and without hesitation performs Magic Mike’s striptease with the flair of a dead frog. That bum though is fiiiiiine!  He tries to turn her off the job at hand *cough by showing her his back scars but she’s impervious.  She’s seen that fuzzy butt peach for real and there is no letting this opportunity go.  He’s patient and she’s nervous and for the first time we see her vulnerable side and her nipples.  Jamie softens to her (no not that kind, he’s Scottish af) and starts to enjoy himself too.  Good class, sir. Good class. I reckon that's the best wedding gift she'll get.

Condoms didn’t exist in 1757 so when Geneva next visits Helwater about 7 months into her marriage, it’s very obvious that the father of her bulging waistline is Jamie.  He nearly has a conniption at the sight of her but keeps his cool because he’s Fraser. Jamie Fraser. Carry on, old chap.

Roger and Bree, kissing in a tree manse, K>I>S>S>I>N>G 

Bree & Roger are discussing giving up the search for Jamie.  Roger says feelings and so Bree grabs Professor Brown-Beard and smacks one on him. *Woot woot. He doesn’t want her to go back to Boston. #Broger

Nothings ever rosy for long in TV land and we find ourselves scurrying with Jamie to Ellesmere Estate.  There is some big emergency with Geneva.  She has gone into labour and all is not well. So of course a stable dude is just what she needs.  When they arrive, Lord Crusty McTightjocks has started chucking his toys out of the cot.  He has finally realised that Geneva was not a virgin when they married. Seriously? It took him a whole pregnancy to work out he’d forgotten to tap that?  *smacks forehead  Along with his toys, he threatens to kill the baby and Jamie arrives just in time to save the day by shooting Ellesmere, D.E.I.D.  Noone knows how the baby survived the fall to the floor because we all just cried as Jamie was seeing his son for the first time.  Awwww.  Blood gushing nearby, nope, don't see it.  Awwww, baby blinked at daddy.

The coroner found that Ellesmere died from severe arse-holeness and we all moved on.  Well, he really ruled it as misadventure, due to stress.  The stress of receiving a bullet at high speed probably. Just guessing.  Lady Dunsaney thinks Jamie is pretty HAWT now.  He saved her grandson and so he’s earned his ticket back to Sunny Scotland. Jamie chooses to stay though as he's wanting to see how this fathering business turns out.  He tells Mrs D that Scotland sux right now so he’s going to hang aboot in H-water for a bit longer, thanks.  PS>When’s payday?

Teaching your secret son to ride a horse like a boss is Jamie’s new hobby.  Wee Willie is starting to resemble his daddy though and even though he lacks the flaming red hair, it’s the cock of his head and the way he rolls his R’s that is starting to cause suspicion.  Even the neighbours are onto it.  Jamie realises it’s time to go before people put two and two together so Sayonara English bitches.

Lord John arrives at Helwater just as Jamie is about to leave.  Jamie asks him a favour; Would he look after Willie in his absence and in return LJG can have the use of his peachy playground.  When Lord John comes back down to earth from shock, he announces he’s to marry Isobel Dunsaney and raise Willie as his own anyway.  Jamie is pleased that all seems to be working out.  What's with the handshake here?  In the book it was a kiss and I wanted to see that. Tsk.Tsk. At least give the man a big hug....

Willie is distraught at Mac leaving and goes to visit him in his room.  PS. The security and supervision is terrible in this house, it’s a wonder anyone is alive.  He interrupts Jamie lighting Stinking Papist candles and wants to join his fire party.  Jamie explains he’s lighting them to remember all the people he’s missing or has lost, including his Wife.  He gives Wee Willie McCutey a hand-carved snake with his name on it to remember Mac by.  He wants to give Mac something in return so he'll remember Willie too but *sob Big Red will never forget *sob him *sob.

Things get a bit blurry here and tear ducts need to recover.  When it comes to saying goodbye we parallel bounce between times.Bree and Claire are also giving up the search and heading home to Boston while Jamie is leaving Helwater for Lallybroch.  Pause.  Just pause here.  Can't we have two more episodes with wee Willie?  No?  *grunts 

 Can we just have one happy ending ffs?  Is it Monday yet?

The End.

[rogerlad]

So Rose and Rog really bout to bang it out eh? right after Brian (aka Daddy Bri) demanded they dont touch each other like that? wheres the chivalry. I mean not surprised tho rog is a hoe

Rog is a hoe. But u just gonna have to wait for part 7 tomorrow to find out. I’ve also decided this is going to be a ten part series, so we are nearing the end folks. 

[80s-roger]

Not On My Watch (pt 5)

Pairing: Dad!Roger x Mum!Reader

summary: you’re divorced with queen’s roger taylor due to constant cheating and irrational behaviour towards you. but u have one person in common: your daughter, Laura aka your favourite human on earth. Your marriage with roger had its ups and downs but laura was the happiness in it. Now that she’s 8 and starts to realise how your terms with roger are, you finally tell her that you’re seeing another man except her father and she took it really warmly. She seemed excited to meet the new man unlikely your ex husband who accidentally learns about it by Laura, the weekend you would leave her at his place: on weekends you had some cute getaways with R/N because the court decided that Laura could stay or visit her dad on weekends and stay with him for five days each Christmas and easter vacations. On summers he has the right to be with her for two weeks.

check: masterlist // dialogue prompts

If you haven't read the previous chapters, here they are: part one // part two // part three // part four

note: it wasn’t supposed to be this specific plot, but I promise you the good one is at next one ;)

warnings: flashback scenes, angst, fluff

words: 2,849

taglist: @madeinheavxn​ @namelesslosers​ @stacymaytaylor​ (send me an ask or a message if you want to be tagged)

You set the table, eating like a proper family for the first time in two and a half years. Laura was extremely happy seeing her family reunited. You were telling her stories from the past, which she found intriguing and interesting. You didn't forget mentioning about Roger taking you with him on tour in the United States, a year after started dating. It was the first time you went abroad. You fell for Roger hard. Losing him made you lose yourself too.

"Wow mum, you never told me stories with dad. Fairytales are boring." She gasped after hearing your US experience.

"Why didn't you tell her stories about us?" Roger curiously asked.

"Because at the time, our marriage was going downhill. You know, so I tried to not think of you." You answered.

"Oh.." he didn't have to say something. "So Laura, do you want to hear another story of mum and me?" He asked. Meanwhile, you prepared the dishes for the washing machine. Laura nodded, waiting for the narration.

Flashback

"So you're going out with Kath's friend?" Brian asked Roger.

"Yes," Roger answered while fixing himself at the mirror. "So Kath is your new girlfriend? I thought she was a groupie." He joked.

"Haha, very funny." Brian mocked him. "She's a nice company." He added.

"What about the bone zone?" The blond drummer pondered with a naughty smile on his face.

"That's good too, I don't complain." He shared a laugh with his friend. "So where will you meet her?" He questioned.

"Outside of the pub we met." He answered. "Where should I take her?" Roger nervously asked as if he never went on a date.

"Where do you take most of the girls you like?" Brian asked trying to help him think rationally.

"Bed?" He said back and gained an eye roll from Brian. "But Y/N is so hard to get, I don't know. I'm afraid if I say something wrong she'll lose interest in any second." He mumbled.

"Easy Rog.." Brian tried to calm his friend down. "She agreed to go on a date with you, that's progress, right?" He continued. Roger nodded. "Which means she finds you cute or hot or I don't know how girls describe us." He chuckled at the end making the blond drummer laugh.

"Alright, maybe if I take her to some other pub where we can talk?" Roger thought again.

"Excellent. She's not like the other girls you date, Roger. She's, you know, -" Brian tried to explain what type of girl you are.

"The I-want-the-man-to-chase-me. She's screaming that." Roger described what girl you are and he was right. "It was so hard for me to get to talk with her after our gig ended, I'm even surprised she finally agreed." He added, now wearing his perfume, ready to meet you.

"She likes you, pal. Good luck!" Brian hugged his friend and Roger was on his way to meet you.

You were nervous too. You didn't want to be late. You were used to never arriving on time, but this time, it was a date with a man you liked from the first moment, as much as you denied it. There wouldn't be any other second chance with him, he'd become a famous rockstar.

"There you are!" Roger spotted you coming faster to his place.

"Shit, am I late?" You asked, checking your watch.

"No, no, I just arrived." He was waiting for you, for about ten minutes. But he came at the checkpoint a little earlier due to impatience seeing you.

"Alright then." You stopped a little to catch your breath. Your high heels hurt your feet by walking so fast. But you wanted to look beautiful. The blue dress you were wearing had Roger staring at it and you all the time.

"You look so beautiful Y/N." He gasped as he was checking you out. "Nice dress, nice heels, nice hair, nice you." He ended the compliment with a hand kiss. He really wanted you to catch feelings for him.

"Thank you, Roger." You smiled after receiving his kiss and his compliments. "Where can we go?" You asked.

"There's another pub downtown that plays jazz music and we can talk without shouting." He joked and gently grabbed your hand, opened the door for you and placed you inside.

"Oh, I like jazz." You were surprised that he was probably into jazz. You waited for him to get into his red Renault car.

"Perfect, let's go." He started the engine and nervousness hit your body. You were shaking, feeling like throwing up. A handsome guy next to you, an upcoming legend wants to go on a date with you. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked after stopping at the red traffic light. He checked your hands trembling and gently placed his on yours. "You're not cold, are you?" He asked. You can't be cold on a May night.

"No, I'm just a little nervous." You tried to keep smiling. You're not the tough girl he met a couple of days ago, but a vulnerable nineteen-year-old girl trying to find love.

Roger was feeling split: He had two options in his head. Should he take you to the pub you both agreed or somewhere isolated to talk with no one seeing. That would make you feel more uncomfortable.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked waiting for any answer. "You want me to keep driving or stop somewhere? I promise I won't do anything." He shared his ideas with you. You looked at him confused.

"Could you stop somewhere, please?" You politely asked trying to not sound bitter after your sudden mood.

"Sure, are you alright?" He asked again, trying to find any isolated place for you two.

"Yes, it happens a lot when I'm feeling nervous." You explained.

He didn't say a word. Until he found that place, behind a church, with no soul around. It seemed creepy if you consider you are on the car with a man you met a week ago. But you liked him.

"Listen, if you are feeling nervous, we can call it off." He showed empathy at you feeling awkward.

"No, I won't have another chance with you if we call it off." You got out of the car, trying to get some air. Roger followed your moves, now standing behind you.

"What do you mean?" He asked raising his hands.

"I mean you'll become famous and everything that goes with it and you'll forget about me anyways." You tried to explain.

"Why would I forget you? I like you." He straightforwardly said, sending you shivers.

"I like you too, but I don't want me to love you."  You are a person full of emotions, throwing that to Roger made him feel weird.

"Why are you talking about love? This is a date, not a wedding." He objected.

"Exactly, I'm afraid if we become a girlfriend-boyfriend thing, I'll eventually love you and then things will get nasty." You could look years away. Look at you now.

"Are you nuts? I wanted to get to know you, I want to know you well, be my girlfriend, how do we call these things?" He questioned.

"Relationship." You answered turning around, to face him. "Would you like that? I wanted that for years." You asked trying to hide your desperation. But you couldn't.

"Hold on, you never had a relationship?" He asked confused, coming closer to you.

"Don't make fun of that, I never liked the boys who approached me." You admitted. You could see his eyes, sparkling from excitement because he knew now how inexperienced you were on that part. A hopeless romantic with huge fantasy.

"Well, I'd like to be the one." He smirked and grabbed his hands around your waist, pulled you into his arms and kissed your lips. Your first kiss ever. His lips harmoniously moved onto yours giving them what they needed all this time. Tenderness. "How was that?" He asked, his eyes now focused on yours.

"Amazing." You licked your lips and smiled, not feeling nervous anymore.

"Is the pub still a plan?" He asked.

"Yes." You were so hyped after your kiss you couldn't focus on anything besides Roger. His hand caught yours leading you back to his car.

Flashback ended.

"Wow, mum!" She turned to your place. "Dad was your first kiss?" She asked fully awed by the narration.

"Yes, he was." You blushed as you both looked at each other. He was fluttered by your current reaction. Your first everything.

"Oh dad, tell me more!" She begged for more stories, but it was time to leave.

"No young lady, I need to have some other memories between your mum and me." He playfully berated her. "Besides, we have to take you to Laura." You stood up from the chairs and moved towards the hall, wearing your shoes.

"Mum, will you tell me these stories instead of fairytales?' She asked while Roger helped her once more with tying her shoes.

"Yes, I will." You answered. You wanted to tell her stories about you and her father, but most of these are explicit. Not special for children.

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Roger drove off to John's house to leave Laura. "I'll take her inside." He declared and you stayed in the car to wait.

"Daddy, what about my stuff?" She asked.

"We're going to mum's place now to take your stuff. We'll come again." He rubbed her head before knocking the door.

"Hey Roger, I was waiting for you now." He smiled at his bandmate and turned his gaze to Laura. "Hello, Laura! The other Laura waits for you inside! Come in!" He kissed her head.

"Bye, daddy!" She hugged him and walked inside the house.

"I'll come back again to bring her clothes and tomorrow's books for school," Roger said.

"Sure. I'm waiting for the details tomorrow." John winked.

"Ah, I see where you're getting with that." Roger laughed. "Just the abstract." He joked and left the grand house to come back to you.

"You have the keys to your apartment?" Roger asked you.

"Yes. And a piper spray for any case." You showed him that, referring to R/N who could wait for you around the corner.

"He won't harm you, over my dead body." He reassured you and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Shall we go?" He asked and you nodded.

There wasn't any talk during the car drive, but that didn't make it awkward. It was a peaceful silence you used to have before the dark days arrived. You couldn't hide your fear though, it was visible. Your hands were rubbing your thighs nervously. Roger, noticed your behaviour and placed his hand on yours. "It's going to be alright. That's why I'm here, with you." He placed his head on yours, giving you a reassuring kiss. You hugged him in return, feeling his scent against your senses. He smelled amazing. His perfume combined with nicotine was what you could characterize him.

You opened your apartment's door, seeing the inside of the house upside down. You knew he would fuck it up. All you could think of was who's going to clean this mess?

"Oh God-" you gasped and closed the door behind you.

"Y/N, don't worry we'll fix this mess together." He reassured you. "Do you think he did it on purpose?" He asked trying to figure out what was R/N's intent.

"Shit." You gasped again, looking at your ex-husband horrified.

"What?" He asked after seeing you turning pale.

"FUCK." You yelled, running to Laura's bedroom, looking for your diary. He knew about it.

You searched for it at the place you're hiding it and thanked your lucky stars it was up there inside the pillows you keep at the closet. "Oh God, oh God, thank you!" You stared above, kicking out all your angst while holding your huge notebook. It was clever of you to hide something personal at your daughter's room, in a cupboard she never uses. Roger followed you and sat next to you.

"Y/N, you alright?" He asked placing his hand at your back. His eyes fell at the notebook you were tightly holding. "What's this?" He curiously asked and tried to hold it but you politely refused. "Oh. Is it personal?" He questioned.

"I was keeping a diary all this time." You confessed.

"A diary? How long?" He asked as he was checking all these used pages.

"Before you." You smiled and scrolled a few of your pages.

"Wow, that's a lot..." he was amused. "So I guess I'm in there, aren't I?" He asked checking for assurance.

"Don't guess. Be sure." You smiled.

"Can I see just one page please?" He politely asked.

"I'll show you my favourite." You seemed too excited to get to a specific page.

Roger next to you was smiling through the entire process, trying to read while pages were fastly zapping, until you stopped somewhere from the first twenty pages. He focused on your point of view, trying to understand what you were writing about.

"Oh, your first time." He awed. After reading the sentence: my heart was beating so fast at the moment he was inside me, even my soul could see his, from our eyes. "I didn't know you were so sentimental about it." His cheeks blushed from everything you wrote.

"Of course I was, it was my first time. I loved you, Roger." You opened your heart to him for one more time. His eyes were wide opened. It was the first time he got to hear from you how you really felt about your first time. He continued reading to the next day, how you behaved after your first time.

It had to happen right? Or not? My parents are going to kill me. It should have happened after marriage. That's what they've been saying all my life. I love Roger but he would never settle for a wedding. He's a rockstar now, he would probably abandon me if I ask him to marry me. I have to keep it a secret.

"Y/N, you never told me that your parents are against sex before the wedding." He was shocked at what you were writing.

"I know, I had to do it, otherwise you'd break up with me. I didn't want that at the time." You said feeling secure now that he's still by your side.

"Oh, baby..." he whispered and kept you in his arms. "Was it too important to your family to keep your virginity?" He asked.

"It was for them to keep it until my wedding night." You started. "But you know? I only wanted to give it to the man I loved so bad one summer night. And it was special for me, you made it all about me." You continued and stayed in his arms for a couple of minutes. "They always believed my first time was at our wedding."

"I think you have to take this with you. It's not safe on its own. We should grab Laura's stuff and drive them off to John's." You both stood up and put your daughter's stuff in a bag.

You got in the car again, still silent. You were just reading random pages from your diary, getting all emotional. From you meeting him, dating him, marrying him, giving birth to his child, divorcing him... You wrote many things in there. It has an emotional value. You knew by now that Roger was the only person you wouldn't bother reading it, after your permission of course, because almost every page has his name on it.

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After giving Laura her stuff, you went back to Roger's fancy house. You were getting used to getting there. He looked like wanting to stay with you again, without including the disagreements. He opened the door and you both walked upstairs, leading to his bedroom.

"Do you think you should stay here now?" He asked.

"Why?" You returned as you placed your diary at the nightstand.

"That asshole could come to your place, any moment. You're not safe." He explained. "Maybe you should stay here. With me." He came closer to you, his face inches away from yours. You didn't say anything. Just let him do all the work for you.

His kiss was deep and his hands couldn't restrict themselves from touching your waist. These couple of days, you are much closer than you were when your marriage went downhill. You wanted to give it a chance.

"Tonight, I want you to be loud. I missed that." He stated, looking you into your eyes.

"Loud?" You asked, trying to understand his motives.

"Really loud. This is why Laura isn't here." He winked and left his room, going to the bathroom to take a shower.

"You're the filthiest man I know!" You playfully yelled at him.

"Oh, I know love!" He loudly answered from the bathroom and so on, you went downstairs to fix two glasses of red wine. Chilling situations like these, haven't happened since Laura was a baby.

[glamrockmonarch]

Guide to the Present Day Original Timeline Masterlist

+ General Timeline

R!Reader = Roger!Reader, Reader in a relationship with Roger.

B!Reader = Brian!Reader, Reader in a relationship with Brian.

What does B!Reader and R!Reader stand for?

Original Timeline

Original Start with Brian (Alternate version from the one above)

Starting out (Brian)

Coachella Adventure

Friend or Foe?

Friend or Foe no.2

Friend or Foe no. 3

Before bed discussions (Brian)

Friend!

Grams (Brian)

Adopting a pupper (Brian)

B!Reader pregnant?!  (Brian)

Learning music

Family Opinions

Family Opinions no. 2

Spanking!* (Roger)

Couples fight

Going down* (Brian)

R!Readier doing young people Stuff (Roger)

R!Reader being friends with Rufus

Tigerlily’s Reaction to R!Reader and Roger

B!Reader and Emily

If B!Reader had been a Virgin

Spanking! no. 2* (Brian)

Their first time together* (Brian)

Raiding Roger’s closet* (but it’s Brian Smut)

Ex’s + Adam Lambert’s opinions

B!Reader and R!Reader talk about their children

Their Relationship in the media

Stupid arguments (Brian)

Parenting Skills: over 1000

Cheating on Anita?? (Brian)

Honeymoon* (but it’s Roger Smut)

Met Gala Fun + Adam Lambert

Emily

That face claim I said I would do (I did it)

Grandchildren confusion

Adopt your cast member today

Roger cheating??*

The dance*

Sarina’s Reaction

BBMAS Fun + Adam Lambert

Thoughts on thigh Riding*

Did they ever think they would date someone so young?

Daddy? (Smuttish?)

B!Reader always bakes for Brian

B!Reader’s dad was a Queen fan

Brian’s family’s opinion on the twins

Delivery room stories

Baby Names Time!

Age gap: cute!

Boys’ weekend

Take care of your drunk person

Who was the biggest flirt

First, we mention “the incident”

Second, we actually talk about “the incident”

Brian talks about his RS and the guitars he built with the boys

The “”Well Loved and Well Used” saga: Part 1″ (by anon)|  Part 2*  

The wives catch them watching porn*

Family and friends’ Opinions no. 3 (Roger and R!Reader)

The boys walking in on their wives watching or reading something smutty*

The talk about when they pass away (triggering and sad tbh)

The wives have a health scare

Riding Brian on the couch*

Drumstick action with Roger

Roger has a Daddy kink* (open your eyes people!)

Roger discovering R!Reader has a Daddy kink*

Brian and B!Reader’s reaction to R!Reading accidentally calling Roger “Daddy

Roger cumming inside his wife when they’re trying for a baby*

Dr May slip up*

Other friends

Telling stories of Freddie and soothing the boys

B!Reader jealous of Kerry?

Sex life* (Roger)

The clogs

Sex life* (Brian)

How they celebrate mother’s day

Roger and R!Reader’s tattoos

The first time Brian walks in on B!Reader dancing in the kitchen

About B!Reader and R!Reader

The boys’ reaction to their wives getting hit on in front of them

C*ckwarming* (Brian)

Would Brian and B!Reader film videos of themselves*

Is R!Reader musical?

Adam Lambert’s opinion on the girls

How they sleep together

Did they get kinky after the kids were moved out?*

Did Rufus ever hit on or go out with R!Reader?

How kinky does dom brian get now that the kids are a college?*

Morning person/night owl/moody teen

The worse fight between Brian and B!Reader

Did Rufus use his younger siblings to pick girls up?

How B!Reader takes care of Brian and the twins when he gets sick

How the boys cuddle when they want physical contact

Taking a yoga class with Brian*

Who initiated their first kiss* (But this includes Harry and Jazz!)

How the boys react to missing their families on tour

what would going to the cinema with present Brian be like?

Does bri and rog mind choking during sex?

How many speeding tickets does Max end up with?

Tumblr’s reaction to the boys dating someone younger

Do the wives ask to look through photo albums with them?

Films with Brian

Do the wives recognize the borhap boys from their previous works

Brian catching B!Reader singing while cleaning

The biggest fight between Roger and R!Reader

Brian and B!Reader’s reaction to Roger shooting at Jellyfish

Japanese Magic* (Brian)

Kid-Friendly Afterparty

What B!Reader Bakes for Brian

Silver Fox (Rog)

Taking Care of Sick Reader

Pet names

Discovering Roger’s Hairpulling Kink

Does Brian Let Reader Be in Control?

Father’s Day

Adam The Babysitter

Visiting on Tour without the Kids

Brian’s Birthday

Helping B!Reader and R!Reader During Periods

Wedding Bells: Brian & B!Reader

The Best Friend’s Wedding: Roger & R!Reader

Fishnet Kink Which is Code for Brian Smut

+ Kids Stuff + Social Media Edits + Brian’s Slip Up + “What if’s” aka AU’s from the Original Storyline

Last Edited on September 30th 2019.

* Means smut/NSFW stuff.

[irepookie]

Infinity Chapter 5

Summary: QUEEN AU where Rog (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swearwords here and there

Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine.

CHAPTER 4: MEET THE FAMILY PART II

In which Row and Gina finally confront each other.

"Thought you didn't want anything to do with us" Row made his presence noticeable for the woman sitting on the rocking chair.

He had been watching them for a couple of minutes, since returning from a last supply run for Piper's stuff. He was only gonna get a few more onesies, but ended up with:

3 rattles, six onesies (one of each color of the rainbow),

a nightlight (which, come to think of it was ridiculous because his room didn't have lids so it was never really dark due to street lamps)

and another two pinkies to add to the collection of 9 he already had at home.

Gina looked up from her granddaughter and to his son, who leaned against the doorway with arms crossed.

"If you can't beat them, join them. Is that what you're doing, mom?" He added, before she could speak.

"I'm not your enemy." She said

"Bloody seemed like it."

Gina sighed. She really didn't want to fight now, so she looked down to the infant again "Gotta admit she's gorgeous." She grinned.

He beamed proudly "You bet"

"And how are you?"

"Nearly as gorgeous"

"I mean mentally.  Cause you look like shit"

"Why, thanks Mom"

She rolled her eyes. "How are you sleeping lately?"

"Funnily enough I can't sleep at night because I'm worrying about her. Really. Had a week when I could last sleep through and I couldn't"

"Good start"

"I'll manage"

"Just promise me something"

"Depends"

" If she's actually yours..."

"She's mine mum."

"Listen. There will be times when she won't let you be. On your bloody ears for days on end. I believe you made me lose half my auditive capacity. And that's stressful. Now, you've never been the best on anger management..."

"Mom..."

"Let me finish. It's normal. It will happen. You will probably want to suffocate her with a pillow -I did sometimes when you were this little-. If that or any close thought comes to mind just put her down and walk away from her, and hit something. Do whatever you have to do, and call me. I'll help you out. But put her down first somewhere safe. Understood?"

"Mum I don't need~"

"Understood?"

"Understood"

"It's not her fault"

"I know"

"Don't make her pay for it"

"I'd never"

"I hope so"

"Really mum. I love her. I'm gonna do my absolute best, I'll be the best dad ever, I will always be there for her, I'll put her always first, I won't let anything happen to her."

"I just don't understand why you want to do this"

He shrugged, reaching over to caress her warm cheek "I just can't get enough of her, I guess. I can't explain it. She makes me... I don't know. But I can't imagine her with any other last name or any other father."

Gina grinned to herself. It made perfect sense "Speaking of last names, you got a full name?"

"Oh yes um... Piper. Piper Rock Queen" he smiled

"Oh... Err, Rock?"

"As in Rock'n'Roll of course"

Gina couldn't help an eye roll "It's too late to talk you out of it, isn't it?"

"Very much so. She's already registered." Row smiled as he had already predicted mom wouldn't like it. The idea of naming her Gina had briefly crossed his mind, but that was more common. And he knew his daughter was special, so she deserved a cool, unique name.

"So Piper Queen" Gina looked.at the tiny being in her arms.

The mentioned opened her baby grey eyes as if she knew she was the topic of conversation.

Gina had to smile. She was beautiful. She already had Row's eyes.

"Hello there Piper . I'm grandma." She cooed instinctively.

Row would deny it, but he was relieved to hear her say that. She was there for him. For them. And that was more reassuring than anything.

"Yes, hello dearie."

She let out a distressed moan

Row looked at his watch "She must be hungry" then leaned over until he was inches away from his daughter, in her short distance field of vision "You wanna come with Daddy? I bet you do." He cooed, and carefully slid one hand under her the back of her neck and her back

"Mind the head"

"You're 8 days late" he said, taking her with ease -as he had been doing it for a week- and nestled her on the crock of his arm "Good morning, you beautiful thing. We're going home tomorrow. Yes we are, I'm so excited" he spoke with high pitched voice as he gently bounced her, and Gina had to admit that he was quite a natural.

The genuine love in his eyes was the same -or even more intense- as he had have 8 days before when he had first laid eyes on her.

But that could still change quickly, a little voice reminded her.

"You're so lovely, darling." Her son continued, eyes fixed on his new daughter as if she was the only thing that existed.

His daughter.

The realization that she was now a grandmother shrunk in Gina.

Damn she felt old

And if this was to become a tradition, 19 years from now maybe she'd be a great-grandmother.

God no.

She then registered what he had said

"You're getting discharged tomorrow?"

Row looked up at her voice as if he had been snapped out of a trance "uh?".

"You're getting discharged tomorrow?" She repeated

"Oh, yes" he smiled, looking down again "Yes we are. We're going home! Yes darling. And we'll have so much fun..."

"Do you have the equipment?" Gina had to interrupt their little conversation:

It was good that he was genuinely looking forward to it, but that didn't mean he had any clue or had thought about alll of the things a newborn needed. We're talking about a boy who tried to put the washer on without detergent, and who would always leave coins in his jeans when throwing them in the laundry.

He was capable of letting her sleep in the couch and feed her cow milk from a tin a can and a straw.

"Yes. The basics anyway. Carseat, clothes, bottles, formula, diapers, pinkies, more pinkies, more clothes... Oh, hopefully I'll get the boys to help me out building the crib. Haven't had the time yet"

"Where will she sleep until then?"

"With me in bed. I know it's dangerous cause I could suffocate her and blah blah blah, but that's not gonna happen. I'll be careful and... Well let's face it we're not going to sleep much, are we?"

Gina had to chuckle "You have it all thought through."

"Of course I do"

"Okay, not bad. What about bathing?"

"The sink will do cause she's so little, right?" he cooed, and she whined in response so he went to a bag and got a bottle out "Yes sweetheart, that's your milk. Yes. I'm gonna have it heated up for ya, okay? We'll get Callie." He smiled, and as if on cue, the young woman walked past the room. She stopped for a moment when seeing the older woman.

She smiled: she knew she'd come. She stuck her tongue out at Row when he noticed her, as if saying <<I knew it>> and he waved her away with a wink, tossing her the empty bottle so she could refill it.

Gina stayed the rest of the morning. She was curious, actually, about seeing her son as a father. Turns out he handled it quite well. Once she was fed, he changed her, played with her (game consisting on him making all sorts of faces to her as she stared intently up at him, one hand on his hair and the other around his index) until she got tired and fussy. After that, he only had to call Callie once cause he had really messed up with the swaddle and both him and his daughter had lost their nerves.

"There, all done. Don't worry baby, your daddy will get it eventually." The nurse cooed at the bundle, as Row scratched the back of his blond head.

She then turned to Gina with a bright smile, and repeated the same words she had told her When they had first met 8 days earlier.

"And you must be Grandma"

And this time, Gina smiled and nodded "I am"

Then the nurse turned to Row, whose  attention was back to his child, and mouthed an "I told you."

And when he had have to go the the toilet and the babe had woken up, there had been nothing Gina could do that had calmed her down until Row finally came out and held her on his chest.

"Already a Daddy's girl. Goddamn it" the new grandmother commented with a slight grin of disbelief and marvel.

"Well I'm not complaining" Row smiled back, as he walked around the room in hopes he'd get her to sleep.

"Wait until girl wants daddy three times in the middle of the night" Gina half teased.

"Well, daddy will get up. As many times as she needs me I'm gonna be there" he kissed Piper's forehead, as she began to let her eyelids drop.

Her smile grew at the confidence in his words. Perhaps they could all make this work.

She watched as he walked the room a few more times, humming a little tune Gina hadn't heard before, and only when being sure she was off, he laid her down and sat on the sofa, between the cot and his mother.

"She's a real doll" Gina commented quietly as they both watched her sleep. "Or at least appears to be."

"Yea. She manages to stay cute even when she's crying like crazy."

"That's cause she's your daughter. I thought the same about you, but that's bullshit: every newborn baby is, objectively, ugly. But we love them anyway and that's why they become, in our eyes, the most beautiful thing in the world" she looked through her purse and got out a cigarette. (Remember this is the mid 80s, where smoking was allowed everywhere, as far as I'm concerned).

"No, mom. Not here" his eyes flicked to his sleeping daughter

"Why not?"

"It's not good for her."

"The cigarette's for me, not for her."

"She'd be second hand smoking. And her lungs are very vulnerable."

Gina scoffed. "Dear, I smoked through the first three months I was pregnant with you, then, as soon as you were out my butt, the first thing I asked for: a cigar. And then your father too. And you're fine"

"I had pneumonia three times as a kid"

"Oh please, don't you dare blame me for that"

"I'm sure they were related"

"That's bullshit! That's a bunch of shit the government made up to raise the price of cigars and rip us off!" Gina always raised her voice when sensing she was losing an argument.

Which never failed to set his son off too.

"It's a fucking scientific study!" He yelled.

"Says the boy who would take money from my jackets to buy tobacco at 15!!"

"Yea so?"

"Don't go all anti-smoking on me, when you smoke just as much!"

"I've quitted, just so you know!"

Gina laughed "Yes right." and put the cigar between her lips, getting a lighter out her pocket.

"Get the fuck out of here" he stood up, as he tried to contain his anger.

"What?"

"Get the fuck out of here!" He repeated, louder. He could handle her questioning him: they were both stubborn as hell and he was used to it. But he wasn't gonna let her get her way and disrespect him this time, especially when it was his baby and her health at stake.

"Oh c'mon Rowan"

"You light that shit up and you won't have to worry about being a grandmother, or a mother for that matter"

She froze and looked defiantly at him with at him with the corner of her eye.

"Was that a threat?"

"Of course it was!"

"Oh c'mon, you wouldn't be able survive on your own for a week, let alone taking care of a baby!"

"Just you watch! I don't need anything from you!" It wasn't true.

"Oh please! Don't be ridiculous. Last week today you lost the last copy of your flat's key, and guess who had to save the day? Oh, I got it, the same woman who helped you buy the damn house in the first place!!!"

"Well that's what you wanted, huh? 19 years up my ass, telling me how bad you wanted me to come of age so I'd be gone!"

"Yes because living with you was a nightmare! Always had to clean after you, and make excuses for you when one of your "conquers" from the night before turned up on my doorstep because you hadn't called them back or whatever bullshit! And now this?" She pointed at Piper

Row stepped in front of the cot protectively, staring menacingly at the woman "This what? Huh?"

"I don't know what the fuck you think you're playing to, but I ain't taking care of her when you get tired of pretending to be Mr.Mom!!!"

"Oh believe me I'd rather leave with a raccoon than with you"

"Well that's a relief. Any raccoon would have a more stable life and responsibility than you!"

"Oh yes any raccoon would have more support than what I'm having!"

"I told you where I stood from the beginning! I told you I'd wash my hands off you if you chose this!"

"Then what the fuck are you doing here now?! If you washed your hands off us, why did you come? To judge me? To repeat all the bullshit you already told me 8 days ago? Or to try and convince me to turn my back on her like you?  Well, bad news for you, Gina, that ain't gonna happen. I love this kid unconditionally, more than anything, above myself and anything else, which is apparently way more than you ever loved me.

>>And you know how I know that? Cause I'll support her in everything. Even if I don't agree with it. And I won't push her, or put pressure on her to finish school or get a job. And if 19 years from now I've become a grandfather, I'll be there for them. And if she wants to drop out school cause she's sick of it, I won't force her. And if instead of a secure stable job she wants to follow a dream I can't even begin to understand, I'll help her in any way I can." He kept stepping closer to the woman as they made unbreakable eye contact, until she was against the wall, and snatched the cigar from her. "SO I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR BULLSHIT OR YOUR GODDAMN OPINIONS! SHE'S MY GODDAMN DAUGHTER, AND I SAY WHAT I WANT HER TO BREATHE!"

The small whine that usually preceded a cry broke the air, and Row instinctively reached over to put one foot on the cot's wheels to rock it back and forth and try to calm her down before she woke, holding his mother's defying gaze at all times.

It didn't work though and a wail escaped her lips, drawing her father's full attention as he turned around to look at her (with an automatic soft features that had nothing to do with the agressive behaviour he had showed no less than a second ago).

"Hey prune princess" he cooed, resting a hand on her stomach. He didn't want to pick her up while fighting with Gina. He didn't want to scare her further than he already had with that shout. "Hello sweet stuff. Everything's fine, go back to sleep, c'mon"

She whined again. Row sighed, leaning towards her untill their foreheads were glued so he was in her short distance field of vision and began to pat her tummy in gentle rhythmic patterns. He forgot Gina's presence, and their argument all together at the sight of her, because she was all that mattered.

She quieted down instantly, safe and warm below the familiar mop of blond hair that she already associated with calm and shelter. He remained in that position until she was asleep again, gradually slowing down the rhythm, untill he stopped.

But still he didn't move. He didn't want to. He didn't want to resume the fight with Gina. Why did every single one of their conversations have to end in an argument?

So he stayed glued to her, taking in all the strength and the power of will he was gonna need to face his mother again.

"I came here to meet her" she spoke, this time in a calm manner.

He sighed, pecking Piper's forehead before stretching up and turning around "And?"

She sighed. She sucked at this. But he -well, they- were her only family left. And inside, she had to admit she was at awe at his decision and determination to follow through.

Who said he couldn't make it work?

"And to apologise" she finally said.

"What for?"

"Oh you know it."

"Yea but she doesn't."

"She won't remember any of this."

"But perhaps one day she'll want to know, and I'll have to tell her Grandma was too proud to admit she was wrong."

Another eye roll "Alright." She walked to the small bassinet, which was still being moved back and forth by Row's foot "I'm sorry I was such a bitch about all this, dearie. I just know your... " She sighed, the next word still tasting weird in her mouth "your dad too well and I guess I'm worrying. Cause that's what family does. I just hope it's in vain this time. Good luck, you little bugger"

Row smiled. Gina's apologies wouldn't mean a thing without a couple insults towards him here and there. That was just her way.

And he guessed she had passed it down to him, just like one day Piper would get retention for shouting a few f words in kindergarten.

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Author's Note:

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And as always, Hola to my dearest @definitely-darcy whose marvelous mega-paragraphs help me improve way more than any English class ever has.

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