#but fuck i slept like 4 hours last night man i wasn't prepared for the 48 hour game but i feel sooooo like playing rn :

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

dude i feel fucked up should i sleep for real or play the can i stay awake for 48 hours game

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Hii, you said you wanted to talk; regarding last chapter - I'm stuck on logistics of all things. This may be a only-me problem tho, you've been warned lol

If I understood correctly day one ended with all three of them staring at the fire. At best William found the letter the very next day and Sherlock and Billy arrive to their destination (forgot how long it took them to get to the town actually). It's now evening and the bad guys in 32 hours or even less. Basically my question is - wtf is Liam going to do in such short time if he can't physically get there before the enemy, not to mention he's still in recovery and (presumably) without allies?

I guess it will go like "better late than never" with not much meticulous planning but that means Vermissa folks will have to manage somehow for the time being, there's just no time for external helpers to arrive. And that first attack should be the strongest right? (unless there's like 300 of them, but the rest are just chilling somewhere). I just wish it wasn't so packed because there's really no need for "will they, won't they" tension, we know the outcome just not the details, we could get a nice well-thought out plan, they reunite before the thing starts and work together etc etc. Dramatic entrance works too I guess

It's not an only-you problem; a friend and I were discussing this earlier.

Vermissa Valley doesn't seem to actually exist--it's from the original The Valley of Fear novel. But it's in rural Pennsylvania in YuuMori. It's a coal town, and the major coal mines in Pennsylvania are actually in the Eastern half of the state (so, the side of the state closest to NYC).

So the first day Sherlock and Billy traveled, they left after getting the letter--the same day, I'm pretty sure, so the day was already well into it before they started out. Call it noon by the time they left. Then William goes out for a walk and runs into Helena.

That night, while camping, Billy says they'll make it to Vermissa by noon the next day. So maybe24 hours of travel, including the time they slept. This is also when William is staring into the fire thoughtfully, wondering if...something is really okay.

The next day, Billy and Sherlock get to Vermissa, insult the dude, and start prepping for the attack. Sherlock estimates originally that it's likely to take them 3-4 days to arrive in Vermissa, and longer if they drop the bridge (which I believe they did). This is the time they spend preparing traps, training, etc.

At some point in this 3-4 days McGinty gets word and starts marching on the town. Meanwhile, William is cleaning and sees the letter. He leaves basically immediately. So depending on when McGinty leaves, Liam has time to actually make it there, if it takes 24 hours and there's 3-4 days of time for McGinty to arrive.

Now, this might not be exact--it's not as if anyone has calendars. It might have taken Billy and Sherlock more than one day to get there. It does seem as if it's the next day, but the story could've theoretically just sort of jumped over some travel time. I find that...sorta unlikely, but it really doesn't matter.

After Liam makes the decision to leave and presumably leaves, the Native American man in Vermissa notices McGinty's charge and returns, informing Sherlock of what William already knows about the size of the force. This is when they start estimating 32 hours--but they've already had some time to prepare, just for the wrong number of assailants. And by evening, they're discussing that McGinty will be arriving the next day and the fight will start and they might die.

But William has already left their apartment, likely by a day or so already.

What's Liam's plan? Fuck if I know. He's actually operating without much of a plan, from what I can see, which is fascinatingly unusual for him, and likely the point of this. He is rushing in to save people based on a need to do so, but without calculating everything. He may have found some help or another. He may have a plan by the time he arrives. We'll see in a couple months once he arrives, I'm sure.

But he does have time to get there.

Anyway, Sherlock's whole plan was to incite the entire force to attack at once. The theory is, the defenders of the town have an advantage, at first. They know the territory and they can trap it and barricade it. But that advantage flips the longer the attack goes, because when under siege, they will rapidly run out of supplies and ammo. So the whole force is attacking all at once--and that's what Sherlock wanted, and why all those other guys left.

[80s-roger]

Not On My Watch - part 3

Pairing: dad!roger x mum!reader

note: I'm so excited for this specific part, bet you're too. As I said, pardon my poor English, i don't speak them like a native :( there will be part 4! Thanks for your feedback!

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 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.

warnings: penetrating sex [dom!roger, sub!reader], angst, violence, fluff

words: 2,600

dialogue prompts // masterlist //

part one // part two

taglist: @madeinheavxn​ @stacymaytaylor @namelesslosers

Roger laid on top of you, his hand resting next to your head and his eyes focused on yours. His eye colour got darker and his irises dilated. Your hands unbuttoned his white suit, the second your lips found his and by now his suit was lying on the floor. 

His hands attempted taking off your tiny nighty, revealing your curves, your pretty thighs, your breasts and your underwear. His knee was gently rubbing your private area while staring at your soul. With fast moves, you removed his belt and finally unzipped his jeans in which his boner was trying to hide.

His lips found yours again, asking for a deeper entrance. His tongue fighting yours, feeling every inch of his oral cavity. His palm was placed on your cheek, moving to your neck, later to your breast, massaging it slowly and later it found your hip, squeezing it hard, showing how much he loves your curves.

There was no guilt in you, neither shame. You were giving your heart and your body to the man who broke your heart the most. But there's still love in it. You loved him to pieces, you dated another man trying to replace his presence but nothing was working. You wanted him and only him. It's a fact you slept with R/N but you didn't feel the same way you feel with Roger. He makes it all about you. He makes sure you feel comfortable, safe and able to come. Well, R/Y would only do it to satisfy himself. You do call Roger a selfish man but on sex, he's not.

"Should we go on?" He tried to make sure you wouldn't regret it. You didn't answer, you just nodded allowing him to continue. "We just have to be quiet. If Laura hears a noise we're fucked." He leaned in your face, to give you a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Literally." You giggled.

You could see his cock's silhouette around his tight underwear. You were so ready and excited to feel it again inside you. "Babe, don't move. I'll make it all about you." He gently whispered and by then he took it off, staying naked in front of you. You rushed taking yours off but he stopped you. "I'll do it." He stated and laid between your legs playing around after removing the fabric.

"Ah Roger you better start or I'll come before we even-" it was pretty obvious you were rushing for the good one.

"Shh... Spread your legs wider baby." He was at his earlier position now, waiting for you to follow his order. "Are you okay?" He asked as if it's your first time ever and that's cute. "Can I continue?"

"Yeah." You nodded again because your voice couldn't be heard due to your heart beating fast. There was a moment you laughed and he noticed that.

"What is it, love?" He questioned and smiled at your cute reaction.

"Nothing, I'm just nervous." You laughed again. How can you be nervous to him? He knows your body, you know his. You have had sex with him in the past.

"Calm down, I've got this." His hand rested on your palm and he prepared himself for the best. His penis was slowly inserting into your vagina, his moves were smooth and steady. It was all so romantic. You both never lost eye contact. Meanwhile, there were soft gentle kisses and quiet moans. "You're so tight for me, just what I want." He said between his moans and his hand moved a few of your hair behind your ear.

"Roger I love you." You whined between his thrusts which got harder and deeper, filling you up entirely.

"I love you too Y/N." He whispered to your ear before biting your lobe.

You were about to reach your climax. Your free hand attempted going down at your area but Roger lifted it up, now holding both of your hands. "But, Rog, I'm going to -" you tried to speak but he stopped you.

"Same. Let me do it." He answered and his hand travelled to your folds, rubbing your clit at the rhythm he was moving. His thrusts got sudden and deep. He was coming too. Your soft moans sounded like a whimper and he enjoyed listening to that sound. Opposed to you, his voice was deep and raspy and each final thrust was coming with a sudden moan of him. "Ah fuck. Oh, God." He got out of you and laid next to you trying to catch his breath.

You didn't say a word after coming with him. You needed some energy to gather to talk again. You turned around, facing your nightstand where the frame is displayed until your eyes closed. There wasn't talking after sex, not even a cigarette, but his arm wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your collarbone. "Goodnight..." you heard him whisper in your ear.

"Night..." you said back.

Next morning

It was 7:00. You were supposed to wake up and prepare Laura for school but a sleepy Roger moved his muscles next to you, placing his hand on your arm giving a soft kiss at your neck. "I'll do it. Go back to sleep." You groaned and closed your eyes again.

A couple of hours had passed until you fully opened your eyes. It took you a while to realise what really happened last night. You slept with your ex-husband and the worst is you liked it more than ever. R/N could never be as caring as him. He wouldn't make it all about you. It was just for satisfying his and your needs. There was no emotion in the meanwhile.

Without any other morning thoughts, you got out of bed, entirely naked. Fuck you thought. He left some marks at your neck probably trying to mark his territory. The problem is how are you going to keep it a secret. If R/N sees it, you'll be out of false excuses.

You got dressed up, wearing your jeans and a simple shirt. As you opened the door you walked through the bathroom to wash your teeth and your face.

It took you a while to get out of there. A strange feeling of shame and regret took over. You suddenly felt it shouldn't have happened. What about R/N? What's going to happen now? You didn't know if Roger was in the house or not until you heard footsteps coming closer to the bathroom.

"Y/N, are you still in there?" Roger's voice was gentle and smooth as he knocked on the door.

"Y-yes, I'm not ready." You lied. You were just sitting at the toilet's cap waiting for him to leave.

"Okay, I'll be in the living room." He answered knowing already that something was wrong.

You said nothing until he vanished from the hall so you could finally let your tears fall. A weird sensation of throwing up immediately found you at the toilet. You felt dizzy, nervous and scared. Unfortunately, your sounds could be heard outside so Roger rushed in the bathroom. "Y/N, what's happening?"

"Fucking get out!" You shouted, hiding your face.

"Are you alright? Can I help you?" He offered his help but you refused.

"I said get out!" You pushed him back at his attempt trying to approach you.

He didn't say a word and left you alone. He knew something was going wrong. He was scared you'd regret it and somehow you're trying to avoid him. Ten minutes later, you got yourself together and got out. "Roger?" You asked searching for his figure in the room. At your surprise, you found him nowhere. You felt relieved of his absence. You needed to be alone. You walked through your kitchen to drink some water. But Roger left you a note at the counter: "When you feel better, come at my place. We need to talk. I'll go pick Laura up from school. Rog"

You felt bad for not telling him a word. It's not that you didn't want it last night, but it was guilt that made you believe it shouldn't have happened. However, it should have happened. You just didn't know.

A little later, your bell was ringing. You thought it was Roger but the vibe was so negative, it wouldn't be him. "Who's this?" You questioned.

"Y/N open up!" It was R/N. He sounded angry. You were scared, you've been feeling terrible all day. You didn't know what to do. You panicked. You didn't know what to do. To not seem weird and guilty like you have been feeling all day you made the mistake to open the door.

"R/N what's wr-" you didn't finish your line and his huge palm found your cheek, turning it to burning red. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you serious?" You screamed, feeling your cheek burning. He closed the door behind him, approaching you dangerously. You stood on your feet again trying to defend yourself.

"You're a whore, this is what you are!" He yelled pointing at you as you were slowly moving backwards to the kitchen.

"What are you talking about! What has gotten into you!?" You shouted again but he slapped you at the other cheek, "FUCK OFF." You were probably heard to the next block as he threw you to the floor.

"You have no excuses, I know he stayed here last night!" This time he tried to kick you at your stomach but your legs prevented him from it. You were in pain you had to get the hell out of there.

"He stayed with Laura! I was alone, I swear!" You lied. You felt unhelpful at that moment, you thought he could kill you at any moment. You had to guess last night that he would spy you but he never showed signs of pathetic dependency.

"He stayed in your house! That's what matters! This is why you didn't let me stay here yesterday!" He picked you up from the floor to face you. Or to beat you. But it helped you to find any possible kitchen item to hit him.

"He's her father and he had every right to stay here!" You made no sense after everything you have told him. You used to customize Roger with every negative adjective but now, after doing what you did with him, here you are defending him. He would never raise a hand on you. Never. Period.

"You fucking fucked him! I don't believe shit from you! I'm about to give you a lesson!" He shouted again. This time he was about to slap you for good but your reflexes noticed to the back a washed pan. Without a second thought, you hit him with that on his head, leaving him barely unconscious on the floor. "Bitch... I'll come at you.." he tried to gain his senses but a possible concussion kept him right there.

You immediately grabbed your keys and left your apartment. You didn't give a damn if he finds any proof you had sex with Roger, it's obvious now he's so pathetic to find any possible clue. Even the sheets will be suspicious to him. He will even find the photo album you scrolled through at your parlour. "Fuck fuck fuck. What was I thinking?" You told yourself as you were driving to Roger's place.

It didn't take long, you arrived fastly at his place, wandering for a place to hide. His hug

"Roger!" You screamed as you rushed to his mansion's stairs, so he'd quickly open the door. "Roger, open up!!" You were scared that R/N would appear from any corner. The worst is that he knows where you're hiding now.

Roger opened the door in a hurry, staring at you shocked and frightened by your voice. "Y/N what happened!?" He asked concerned.

You didn't say a word, you just got into his arms, pushing him inside his house and closing the door behind you. You both sat on the floor, you were in his arms, crying and trembling from terror but you felt safe. His hands were rubbing your back with affection. "H- he hit me." You finally said after sobbing. His eyes tried to track any visible sign but the palm marks on your cheek said enough to him, driving him mad.

"He what?" He narrowed his eyebrows.

"He knows about us. He spied me last night. He saw you coming upstairs and you not leaving proved him right. I'm such an idiot." You cried out to his shoulder but he was too focused on you being physically healed.

"Did he do anything else?" He asked scared you could be sexually abused.

"No, I hit him and left like a thief... I don't know, he might still be at home!" You sputtered.

"You're at my home now. He won't do anything to you now. You'll sue him, that's what you're gonna do. Come with me now..." he gently picked you up and slowly walked upstairs. "I'll take care of you, like the old times." He smiled at you and your sobbing immediately vanished.

He was so protective of you, he was carefully taking your clothes off while the bath was filled with hot water, soap, and whatever you needed. Anything to calm you down. "You can get in now, babe." He kissed your shoulder and helped you place yourself in the bath. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warm water and his eyes on you.

"Do you want me to leave or stay?" He asked.

"Stay." You said with your eyes closed and your hand trying to find his. "Roger, I'm sorry for acting weird earlier. I was just feeling overwhelmed by the situation.." you apologised.

"Save it baby, I understand. I'm glad you're here now, even under those circumstances." He acknowledged the situation.

"This is such a butterfly effect, Rog." You jested.

"Our entire marriage was a butterfly effect. Where do I start?" He joked and kissed your hand.

"If I talked to you in the morning you would probably come back and R/N wouldn't appear and at the end, he wouldn't have beat me." Well, as you said it, you thought that everything does happen for a reason. Even that. Maybe a situation such as made you choose faster. Either him or Roger. It was always Roger.

"I'll beat his ass, remind me that the next time I see him." He exaggerated but you don't blame him.

"He doesn't worth your time." You refused and looked at him.

"Neither your tears." Oh god, that was deep. That got seriously your attention. "I mean you cried enough for me and I didn't deserve your tears too but you were supposed to be with a man who makes you happy." He explained and by now you knew how lucky you were to be with him again.

"Roger, did you memorize that?" You laughed in awe and stared at him like the first time.

"Of course not. I love you." He leaned in closer to you, probably asking for a kiss. You gave it to him, feeling calm after what happened earlier.

"I love you too." You answered. "But I think it's time to pick Laura up." You added and he checked the time.

"Oh you're right, I should get going. I'll be back!" He stood up, kissed you and left you on your own to enjoy the rest of your bath.

He's now trying the best to gain you back. He deserves it, doesn't he?