A/N: A special thanks to @rogerandhishair for helping me with the ending and instilling confidence in my self depreciating ass!
Olivia was absent from the next two writing sessions before the tour, making some sort of lame excuse about not feeling well, which they barely believed. Roger saw right through it immediately, knowing something happened between Liv and John, but having no idea exactly what because she refused to tell him.
It took a large amount of convincing from Mary to even get Liv to show up at the airport on the day the boys were leaving for the states. As far as she was concerned, she’d already wished everyone she wanted to speak to goodbye, and it was easier to not have to see them right before they took off because it just made her more upset. Roger had phoned her and asked if she wanted to tag along on tour with them, but she declined quickly. There was no way she would be stuck on a bus with both John and whoever Roger was going to shag for the night. The stress would kill her.
Mary and the boys were beginning to think that her convincing wasn’t going to work, and that Liv was actually not going to pop by to see them off, considering it was getting fairly close to the time that they would have to board their flight. But, soon enough, a head of wavy brown hair could be seen making its way through the crowd and directly toward them.
Liv walked up, a bit of a forced smile on her lips, and looked over all four of the boys reluctantly. It was the first time she’d been face to face with John since their spat, and it was clear there was tension in the air between them. If the others didn’t know why Liv had been absent before, they definitely had some sort of idea now.
Brian stepped forward to hopefully break the thick atmosphere, wrapping his arms around his sister tightly. “Going to miss you, you brat.”
Liv laughed softly and gave him a little squeeze before stepping back, wiping some tears away that were already beginning to form. “You better call me at the first chance you get.” Brian smiled and nodded in response, stepping away as well when Freddie nudged his way in.
Fred literally picked Liv up and twirled her around, causing her to both gasp and giggle simultaneously. “Jesus, Freddie! Put me down!” And he did, albeit dramatically.
“Keep eachother company while we’re gone.” Freddie tapped both Liv’s and Mary’s nose’s playfully, before leaning in and leaving a lasting kiss on Mary’s lips.
Liv cooed at the couple, wishing she could have something like that, but was distracted from her thoughts when Roger walked up and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You’re sure you don’t want to come with us? We could get you on the soonest flight tomorrow so you have time to pack, wait for you at the airport…”
Liv shook her head, smiling sadly up at Roger as more tears pooled in her eyes. “I’m going to stay here, Rog. With Mary. That’s what I should do.” There was clear disappointment in his eyes as he processed her words, but nodded his head anyway.
He tugged her into a hug and rested his chin on the top of her head, sighing. “I’m going to miss you, Liv.” Roger said it quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear it. Clearly he didn’t want the band to know he was just a big softie, especially when it came down to his best friend.
“I love you Rog, you’re going to kill it. You better also call me! Or, better yet, write me.” She buried her face into his chest as they embraced, successfully leaving a tear stain on his shirt.
As much as he wanted to stay embraced with her for a while, Roger pulled back and thumbed away some of the tears on her cheeks. “We’ll be back before you know it. Just try not to forget about us.” He winked, completely kidding.
Liv laughed, scrunching her nose up at him. “You’re going on tour, not to war, you idiot.” She shoved his chest, watching as he walked away to converse with the others, leaving her and John completely alone.
Olivia turned toward him slowly, arms crossed over her chest and eyes focused directly on him, There wasn’t much, if anything, that she had to say to him at the moment. Yes, she wanted to yell, to slap him, but that wasn’t something she could do in the middle of the airport, especially with the rest of the band around. Liv kept her business private, and she absolutely didn’t want to air her and John’s dirty laundry out to the people they were close with.
John stepped toward Liv tentatively, and it took everything in the woman’s being not to step back from him as he came closer. She wanted to give him the cold shoulder, to just completely blow him off and leave, but no matter what he did to her, she just couldn’t. Her heart still sang for him, no matter how much she wanted it to not.
There was an awkward silence before John cleared his throat, shifting from foot to foot. “Take care of yourself, okay?” He spoke quietly, reaching out to pull her into a hug.
Liv’s body was rigid against his and her hand came up to unenthusiastically pat his back, wanting nothing more than for this moment to end. When they pulled back, she offered him a half hearted nod before stepping even farther away from him.
The Vox article that I was interviewed for is up and running, and it contains some serious fuckign information about this whole fiasco.
Information that tumblr just straight up refused to provide to its userbase at all.
Unsurprisingly to those of us watching this website deteriorate over the last year, this full content purge and ban has been in progress for a solid 6 months. The date got moved up because of the child porn thing, but it was always coming for us.
Equally unsurprising: Tumblr’s management and ownership are absolutely destroying the actual staff working on it. The company has been hemoragghing senior staff without so much as a token attempt to keep them in place. So the drops in site quality are real, and wil probably only be getting worse.
Truly astonishing is the fact that apparently this crap was supposed to “double” the userbase by the end of next year. Boy, howdy, that’s not gonna work out well for them.
good luck with your plan to sell ads targeting a user base that doesn’t exist any more, @staff.
Then they’re def gonna let Tumblr die on the vine when it doesn’t pan out. It’ll take a few years but mark my words, this is going to work out about as well as when Rupert Murdoch bought MySpace and everybody left. Also, fuck Verizon forever.
Plz lemme know if you reblog this and it disappears. I have Suspicions.
I mean, there are already mutuals of mine reporting that they can’t see this post, only a “post was deleted"notice on my blog, and I’m the OP.
So, whatever your suspicions are, I suppose mark them as confirmed.
i’ve seen it disappear about 5 times off my dash.
Whether or not you agree with this decision, can we all agree that this level of censorship, not of adult content, but of articles critical of Tumblr’s descision to ban adult content, is ill-boding bordering on spine-chilling?
AN: This is a part two to Betrayal, which was originally a request from my 1k Celebration. There was a large request for a part two, so I happily obliged 😊 I do want to make a disclaimer that I do not condone cheating even in the slightest! I’ve been cheated on numerous times before, and it’s one of the worst things you can do to someone you care about. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it!
It had been a couple of days since you had woken up in Brian’s room. You hadn’t heard from Brian or Roger, so you had no idea how things had gone between the two of them. You had hoped that Roger had listened to you and placed all the blame on you. You still didn’t remember who had initiated the decision of you going home with Brian, but it didn’t matter. Brian was his best friend and his band mate. You were just a girl who could easily be replaced. You had proven that you weren’t trustworthy enough.
You had locked yourself in your apartment, and hadn’t stepped outside since you got back from Roger’s flat. Your hair was greasy and pulled up into a messy bun on the top of your head, and you were wearing a sweater that Roger had left at your place. You knew that you were just torturing yourself by wearing something that smelled like him, but you didn’t care. You wanted to mourn the loss of one of the best relationships you had ever had. You wanted to hurt. You wanted to hold on to that last piece of him for as long as you could.
You were sat on your couch, a tub of ice cream in your hand, watching a cheesy drama on the television when there was a knock on your door. Your hand froze over your spoon, and your wide eyes turned towards the door. You hadn’t been expecting any visitors. You thought that you had been successful in shutting everyone out by not answering your phone and never calling anyone back. There was a moment of silence, in which you turned your attention back to the tv, when there was another, more insistent knocking.
Slowly, you set your ice cream on the coffee table in front of you, and grabbed a pair of sweatpants that were hanging over the arm of the couch and slipped them on. Another knock rang out through the apartment, and you grew even more confused over who could want you to answer so badly. Finally, you made it to the door, undid the locks and hesitantly pulled it open. Your heart stopped when your eyes landed on the man standing on the other side.
Roger’s normally beautiful blond hair was a mess, and his eyes were downcast on the floor in front of him. When he heard the lock slide open, his eyes lifted and you were shocked at the dark circles around them. He looked tired, he looked lost, and when he saw you, he just looked sad.
“Roger? What are you doing here?” You asked quietly, still hiding yourself partly behind the door. He didn’t respond, but only motioned his hand towards you as if asking if he could come in. You gave him a small nod and pulled the door open farther so that he could squeeze through.
You immediately became aware of how big of a mess your apartment was. You hadn’t bothered taking out the trash and there were empty pizza boxes and take-out cartons cluttering your dining room table. You watched as Roger looked at the mess around him, and even though your apartment was filled with junk, you knew that it didn’t look nearly as bad as you did.
“I talked to Brian.” Roger said quietly, as his eyes landing on you again.
“Roger, please don’t be mad at him. It was all my fault, and it was a stupid mistake-“
“Funny. He said the same thing about you. Claimed he was the one who made the first move.”
Your stomach dropped and you could feel confusion taking over your features. Why would Brian say something like that? Maybe he was just trying to protect you like you were trying to protect him. You didn’t know what else to say. You really didn’t have any idea on what happened, as much as you wished you could give Roger an explanation.
“I never wanted to hurt you, Roger.”
His normally brilliant, lively blue eyes stared back at you seemingly lifeless. You could tell that, like you, he hadn’t been sleeping. You felt nervous under his gaze as he continued to stay silent. You wanted to know what he was thinking. You wanted him to tell you why he was here. You had resigned yourself to the fact that he would never speak to you again. You sure didn’t deserve it. Roger quietly made his way over to your couch and took a seat on it.
“It’s also funny, because I believe you. I’ve always been the one on your side of this situation, so I never realized how bad it hurt to be on the receiving end.” You felt a pang in your chest at the sadness in his voice. He was rubbing his face with his hand, his eyes didn’t meet yours. “I miss you, YN.”
Your heart flipped and you couldn’t stop yourself from taking a step closer to him. He had stopped rubbing his face, but he was only looking at his hands. He should have been angry with you. You didn’t want to delude yourself into believing that he was really going to forgive you. When you didn’t say anything, Roger looked back up at you.
“As much as I want to hate you, I still love you.” There was a strain to his voice, and you could see the unshed tears forming in his eyes. The sight caused a lump in your throat, and you felt you knees go weak. You hadn’t allowed yourself to cry all day, trying to accept the fact that he was gone. But now, you took a seat on the end of the couch farthest away from him, and you felt a tear run down your cheek.
“I never stopped loving you, Rog. I have never imagined myself with anyone but you, and I wish that I could take back what happened. It was a mistake, and I can assure you that there were never any feelings between Brian and I.”
He nodded stiffly, as he inched towards you, and his hand reached out to brush the tears away from your eyes. Your breathing faltered at his touch and your eyes slipped shut at the sensation that spread through your body. While you couldn’t remember the night you spent with Brian, you knew that anything that two of you had done had not felt even remotely close to how it felt just to have one of Roger’s fingers flutter across your skin.
“I don’t know if I can move past this very quickly.” He whispered, and you could feel the couch dip down as he scooted closer to you. You still hadn’t opened your eyes. “But I really don’t know if I can move on without you.”
Your eyes snapped open, and you became fully aware of just how close Roger was. His eyes were scanning your face, and you could now make out the redness of his eyes and the frown lines that were growing ever prominent near his mouth.
You weren’t sure if you should, but you slowly lifted your hand to press gently against his cheek. He leaned into your touch and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It had only been two days, but they had been the loneliest two days of your life. Without Roger, you had been ready to completely give up. But here he was, giving you hope.
“I love you.” You whispered, your thumb rubbing gentle circles against his cheek. You didn’t need him to respond. You didn’t need him to say anything, because you just wanted him to hear you. You needed him to know how you felt, and how you had always felt. “I would spend forever making this up to you if I could.”
You hadn’t ever seen the vulnerable look at that was now on Roger’s face. His cheek was still pressed firmly against your palm, and his eyes were wide as he stared at you. Every feature in his face had softened and you couldn’t help but feel like he looked like a small boy. The image both warmed and hurt your heart.
“Forever is an awfully long time.” He murmured, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Not nearly long enough.”
Then, for the first time in days, Roger smiled. Your heart leapt in your chest and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling back. You knew that this wasn’t over. The two of you had a lot of things you needed to work through, and you understood that it may take a while before Roger could completely trust you again. But when he looked at you, and you could see the love in his eyes, you knew that the struggle would be worth it. You were going to keep your word and prove to him that he was the only one for you. Even if it did take forever.
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The reader finds out she’s pregnant with Roger’s baby after they’ve broken up
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You sat on the toilet, staring at your spotless knickers. Your period was late…your period was never late. Your body was like a clock, never late nor early. It was somewhat comforting, except when it wasn’t.
You were pregnant.
You know who the father was, you hadn’t spoken to him in three weeks, since the two of you broke up and you moved in with your brother.
Roger Taylor, certified womanizer, with a liver of steel and international fame, was the father of your unborn child.
Tears came to your eyes as you remembered the last night you saw him.
It was late, and he was still out. You weren’t surprised by this, Roger had a nasty habit of staying out all night and falling into bed in the early hours of the morning.
Tonight was no different than most.
You were asleep when he stumbled through the door. The sound of the door slamming shut roused you from your slumber.
“Roger?” You called, pulling the blanket up to cover yourself. “Is that you?”
There was a crash and a giggled “Fuck.”
You sighed, lying down on your side and pulling the blanket over your head.
Roger stumbled into the room a few minutes later, and sat on the bed next to you. “(Y/N), are you awake?” His words were slurred.
“I am now,” you said, voice muffled by the blanket over your head.
“Wanna see you,” he whispered, pulling the blanket down. “There she is.” He smiled. “There’s my pretty girl.”
You turned on the bedside lamp. Roger was visibly disheveled, his shirt was rumpled, his hair a mess and eyes red. There was a red lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt that wasn’t there when he left for his gig earlier.
“Have you been smoking pot again?” You asked, a scowl on your face.
Roger’s thumb brushed over your lips. “Little bit.”
“You said you were done smoking.” You shied away from his touch.
He shrugged. “I say a lot of things.”
You scoffed and rolled onto your side, body facing away from him.
“Baby, don’t be mad at me.” Roger groaned, shifting to lie in bed beside you. An unfamiliar smell invaded your senses, it smelled like cheap rose perfume; it made you sick.
“I’m not mad at you,” you snapped a little too harshly.
He wrapped his arms around your body. “Could have fooled me.” He mumbled as one of his hands played with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.
“Why would I be mad that my boyfriend stays out all night partying after shows, and comes home smelling like another woman” You pushed his hands away from you.
But he persisted, pulling you back against him. “She was just some groupie, all she did was flirt with me.” His lips brushed against your shoulder.
“Is that why her lipstick is on the collar of your shirt?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, pushing away his wandering hands once more. “Stop touching me Roger, I’m not in the mood.”
Roger huffed, and pulled away from you. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“What’s my problem?” You shouted, getting out of bed. “I’m the bad guy because I don’t want to have sex with you after you’ve been out all night doing drugs and flirting with other girls? Why don’t you go fuck your groupie instead?”
He stood, stumbling uneasily. “At least she’d put out for me, instead of acting all bitchy.”
You stared at him, blinking in surprise at his words. “What did you just say to me?”
“You’re acting like a real bitch right now.” Roger slurred, swaying on his feet. “You’re always yelling at me for living my life. Maybe if you weren’t so uptight all the time, I would have to have sex with some random girl and get drunk all the time.” He spat.
His words sent a sharp pain through your heart. Your hands shook, and your throat burned with bile. He was blaming you for his bad habits. He was blaming you for cheating. Somehow it was your fault that he drunk and smoke the night away.
“Get out,” you said quietly, voice shaking as your eyes welled up with tears.
Roger seemed to realize his mistake. “(Y/N).”
“GET OUT!” You shouted, grabbing the nearest object, which happened to be an empty ashtray, and throwing it at him. “Get out, Roger, now! I don’t want to look at you! I don’t want to see your face again.”
He ducked, and the ashtray barely missed his shoulder. It dented the wall and shattered on the floor in front of him. “Wait, baby-”
You screamed at him, grabbing the lamp off of the bedside table. “Go spend the night in another woman’s bed. You can blame me for it later.”
“I’m sorry-”
“Leave.” You hissed, holding the lamp up threateningly.
Roger looked at you with sad eyes. His shoulders drooped as he cast you one last apologetic glance, and left the room, still wobbling unsure of himself. You stayed frozen in place, staring at the wall until you heard the front door slam. You set the lamp down, and slid down the wall with shaky legs. You spent the whole night crying, and in the morning, when Roger returned, finally sober, you were gone.
You didn’t really have any other places to go. Luckily for you, your brother lived on the other side of town. He was more than happy to take you in when you showed up on his doorstep the morning after your fight with Roger. You hadn’t really given him many details of that night, not wanting to come between the band, but he got the main gist- Roger had fucked up irreversibly and you left him because of it. Brian had gone to great lengths to make sure you and Roger’s paths had stayed separate, even telling Roger that you had gone to stay with your mother for a while.
Skip to three weeks later, and you were positive it would be impossible to avoid him any longer. You were pregnant with his child after all, he had a right to know about it at least. Or did he? You had a slight inkling in the back of your head that he wasn’t ready to be a father- hell he could barely stay faithful to you during your relationship. You didn’t want to raise a baby on your own, you had a life to live.
You dropped your head into your hands, tears spilling down your cheeks. You didn’t know what you were going to do.
“(Y/N)!” Brian called, knocking on the door.
You jumped, rubbing the back of your hand over your face. “Y-yeah!”
Shit, you definitely sounded like you had been crying.
“Everything alright in there?” He asked. “You’ve been in there for ages, I need to take a piss.”
You stood, fixing your clothes to make yourself presentable. “I’ll be out in a moment.” You flushed the toilet, and washed the visible tear tracks from your face.
Brian was leaning against the door frame when you stepped into the hall. His eyes narrowed at your frazzled appearance. “Hey,” he said softly, grabbing your arm. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.
“This doesn’t have anything to do with Roger, does it?” He asked, suddenly defensive. “He hasn’t tried to contact you, has he? Because I told him you needed your space right now and if-”
You shook your head. “I’m fine, Bri, honestly.” You seemed to be trying to convince both him and yourself.
Luckily, one of you believed the lie.
“Okay.” Brian brushed his lips against your forehead. “I’m gonna take a shower, and then we can go get lunch, eh?”
“That sounds great.” You put on your best fake smile.
He squeezed your hand. “I’ll be ready in thirty.”
You nodded, as he shot you a reassuring smile, before closing the bathroom door.
You waited in the hall until you could hear the shower running. Once Brian started singing, you headed into the kitchen. You leafed through the phone book Brian kept on the counter near the landline, searching for the nearest clinic. You picked up the landline, and dialed the number you found.
“Thank you for calling, if this is an emergency, please hang up the phone and dial 999, if not please wait and someone will be with you shortly.”
You leaned against the counter, chewing on the pad of your thumb while the busy tone rang. Finally a few minutes later, somebody answered the phone.
“How can we help you today?” A worker asked.
You took a deep breath. “I’d like to schedule an appointment for a pregnancy test.” You said quietly.
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