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[theannokoehler]

strawberryfields forever

[queenborhapreaderships]

Hiya! I was wondering if I could get a ship with Queen? I’m 5’3 with chocolate hair (but I dye it a lot) that goes to my shoulders, blue/green eyes. I love playing music, I can play practically every instrument except drums. I also love to sing, and garden. I can be kind of shy but usually really confident and outgoing, and partying is my forte. Also I speak fluent sarcasm. I’m not sure what else I should put here but,,,,yeah lmfao thank you love

Of course, darling! Thank you so much for your patience! <3

@strawberryfields-forever

I ship you with Roger!

So you and John grew up together and were best friends all throughout high school and college. You were so happy for him when you learned that he was actually joining a band, you had been encouraging him to chase his passions for forever. You really wanted to meet the guys and see them play, but whenever you brought it up, he seemed to change the subject. You were getting a little suspicious so you decided to show up unannounced to one of their shows. They play local pubs for the most part, so it shouldn’t be too hard to catch them.

When you do show up and watch them play, you’re amazed. They’re incredible. For the life of you, you don’t understand why John didn’t want you around to see them. They’ve got a song, you think it’s called Liar, where John has a solo and he absolutely killed it, you’re so proud. You sneak around to the back of the bar and make your way outside to where they’re packing their truck. You don’t announce yourself, you wait until John notices you. When he does, he comes up and quietly asks what you’re doing. You tell him that you wanted to see him play and that he was no help so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

He’s happy you got to see the show but it feels like he’s hiding something. He tries to pull you back inside the bar to continue the conversation there but before you can get in, you hear a voice calling his name. He groans and turns around. It’s the other boys waving him over. He tries to leave you inside, but the drummer shouts for you to come as well. You eye John suspiciously, not understanding what the big deal is, and walk over to introduce yourself. You’re excited to see who John is spending most of his time with.

They all shake your hand and tell you their names. Roger shoots you a wink after kissing your hand. You can hear John huffing besides you, you shoot him a look. Freddie invites you to a party happening in a few days that nobody else was aware was being thrown. He takes a liking to you instantly as you do him so you agree, excited to let loose for a while.

Once you’re there, Roger approaches you, offering you a drink and asking you to dance. You down it and take his hand. The two of you are in sync in every sense of the word. You haven’t said much to each other, but there’s just something about him that makes you trust him. The fact that he’s gorgeous certainly doesn’t hurt, but there’s more to it than that. Once the two of you tire out, you both go for a couch to take a breather. He collapses down first and raises his arm, inviting you to curl up next to him. You do and he pulls you in close, lazily running his hands through your hair. You look at him and smile, he really is precious.

Suddenly you’re pulled out of your own head by John bopping Roger on the back of his head. He tells him to get off of you and leave you alone. Of course, you’re outraged. You two were minding your own business, you don’t know what’s gotten into John lately, but goddamnit you’re going to find out. You pull him outside and angrily question him. He’s been keeping secrets, pulling away, and now he won’t even let you and Roger spend any time together. You demand answers and all of the sudden, John is looking very guilty.

You’re heartbroken at the sight and he starts to talk. He tells you about Roger’s reputation and how he’s always got girls hanging off of him after every show. He tells you that he knows you, he knows your type and that you’d be at the very least curious about him. He tells you that he thought he was protecting you from his rowdy band members.

You let out a sigh and tell him that you’re an adult. You can make your own decisions and you can make your own mistakes. You tell him that you love him and appreciate the effort, but you really didn’t like how he distanced himself. The boys are a part of his life now and you always want to be a part of his life, so if that means getting to know them, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

You give him a hug and wander back into the party, looking for Roger. After hearing what John told you, you were sure he would have another girl at his side by now. You’re surprised when you see him smoking on the patio alone. You open the door and he turns around, smiling when he sees you. Something is off though, his eyes just aren’t as bright as they were 20 minutes ago.

You walk up to him and wrap your arm around his waist and ask him what’s up. He throws his arms across your shoulders and begins to speak. He tells you how he doesn’t want to upset John, but that he really likes you. He knows it’s only been a few days, so he didn’t want to bring it up. He says he really isn’t used to feeling like this about anybody, so it’s really been throwing him for a loop.

You reach up and cup his cheek, running your thumb along his cheekbone. You feel him let out a shaky breath and hesitantly lean into the touch. You tell him that he’s not crazy and that you feel the exact same way. His face lights up and you smile at the sight. You could definitely get used to that. He pulls your face in and kisses you surprisingly softly as if he’s worried he’ll break you. From that night on, the two of you are inseparable. John is shocked at first, but before you know it, he’s your guys’ biggest cheerleader. You’re as happy as you’ve ever been, with your boys by your side.

[shels-kpop-main]

Hey love!! Could I be tagged in moments please?? I love your work so much!

sure thing, babe!! Thank you so much!

[musicman69love]

Strawberry Fields Forever.

[katepapenberg]

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[moscanna]

#wild #strawberry from the #vegetable #garden #excited #beauty and #greatflavor #gratefully #happy not #thebestpicture but #ithink #yougetthepoint 🤣 🍓 🍓🍓 #strawberryfields #forever #beatles #bytheway (at Arcore)

[eddievillanueva]

#strawberryfields #forever #imagine #johnlennon #memorial in #centralpark with my #loves https://www.instagram.com/p/ByfqHMln1rZ/?igshid=1kgorwy42omjc

[darling-i-read-it]

I should've stayed and let you be

Run into my heart so carelessly

That's the reason I'm afraid

You're thoughts that can't be tamed

And I'm trying to be sane

[ for my love @strawberryfields-forever, reminded me of us and you and pink]

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[glitterdreamsz]

Scandalous (part 8)

Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: Reader is an emerging actress who met Roger at one of his concerts. They immediately clicked and now they have been in a relationship for almost a year. There’s only one big problem: the reader isn’t the only woman in Roger’s life. In fact he is married and has a child. That makes them keep  their relationship a secret to the world. In the serie I imagined Roger to be 32 years old while the reader would be 27. A/N:So, here we are. The last chapter (can you hear me crying?) I want to thank anyone who followed, commented and liked this series. Your support really meant A LOT to me. This was the first fic I wrote here and I would have NEVER thought that more that 100 people would have read it. I love you guys very much and I hope that you will like this last part. Words: 1.5k+ Warnings: smut, many grammar mistakes (sorry, english isn’t my first language)

You didn’t know how to react when you found him there standing in front of you. “Roger” you whispered, almost questioned, trying to understand why he was there, why he had a suitcase with him. “Can I come in?” his tone was calm, opposed to his face which was tired and body tensed. You nodded and stepped back leaving some space for him to walk in your apartment. “Why are you here?” You were looking at him as he laid his luggage next to the couch.

His body turned around and he looked at you, he stayed silent for a few seconds and then asked “What did you tell me before running away at Freddie’s party?” You didn’t reply, you were so afraid of saying those words. Roger stepped closer to you and held both of your hands intertwining his fingers with yours. “What did you tell me (Y/N)?” He asked one more time. “That you knew what you had to do if you wanted me back.” You said hesitant, nervous about what he would reply. “And if I’m here it means that I took my decision, that I knew what I had to do.” And then reality, panic hit you. It was all your fault. You broke his family, you told him to leave his wife, he broke a marriage because of you, because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and stay away from him. You were a homewrecker, the title that you always wanted to avoid now fit on you perfectly and you couldn’t shake that away from you. You deserved to be called in that way because you were one. “Roger you-” your voice almost broke “you can’t, you didn’t have to.” “What are you saying” he frowned looking at you and kneeling down a bit so that he could be at your same height level. “It was all my fault.” A tear ran down your cheek. “I broke your family, I asked you to divorce from your wife.” “What? No” he shook his head laying his hands on your arms. “I always told you that our marriage wasn’t going well in the last year, that it was basically over.” “But you broke up with your wife because of what I said.” Roger cupped your cheeks with his hands lifted lightly your face to make you look at him. “That’s not true at all” his thumb wiped away your tear. “That night at Freddie’s party we already decided to divorce, we already had the papers at home, we just had to sign them. It was already over. It wasn’t what you said that made me put my name on those documents. It was what me and Dominique wanted and needed.” “But-” “No but, it was my decision. You don’t have anything to do with it.” “Actually I do Roger. If we didn’t meet a year ago you probably would still be with your wife.” “We don’t know how things would have turned out if I didn’t meet you. But I did and it happened and I don’t care whether it was at the right time or not, what’s important is that I want to stay with you and now I’m free to do it. “But Rog-” “Stop overthinking.” He whispered laying his forehead against yours “Do you want a life with me as much as I want to?” You nodded looking at him. “Then let’s start living it now.” And with that, he broke the distance that there were between the two of you, his lips found yours in a kiss which was filled with love and freedom because both of you knew that now you were free to love in the way you always wanted, that you didn’t have to run away, you didn’t have to hide anymore. Roger wrapped his arm around your waist and with a swift move he lifted you up making you wrap your legs around his waist. Stumbling he made his way in your bedroom, neither of you dared to break the kiss, only when he laid you on the bed he pulled away. His hands laid on both side of your head as he supported himself while hovering you. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he murmurs “You’re so beautiful” almost as he still couldn’t believe that you were there with him. Your hands lingered on his neck pulling him back down to kiss him again “You’re not bad either” you mumbled against his lips and a smile formed on both of your mouths. You took your time, you wanted to savour the moment that you have waited so long to happen, Roger was finally yours and you could tell that he had your same intentions when he slowly made the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders kissing every inch of your skin. You closed your eyes, it was like his kisses could burn every spot he pecked and it was a blissful sensation. His lips didn’t stop drawing lines of kisses on your now naked body as your fingers traced undefined figures down his bare back. And it was when your fingers laid by the end of his back that Roger slid inside you, sounds of pleasure coming out from both your mouth, your head tilted back on your pillow as for the first time you didn’t feel guilty for what you were doing because Roger now was only yours. After a few thrusts, Roger stopped moving earning a concerned look from you. “I want to feel you closer” he panted holding your hips and making you switch position so now you wear on top. Never losing his grip he sat up laying his back against the headboard so now you were sat on his lap, your chest against his and his arms running up and down your back. You lifted lightly your body so that Roger could align again with your entrance and then you moved your hips down starting to make love again. Your lips met again and you mumbled “I love you” in the middle of the kiss as your fingers ran through his hair. When Roger wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and you could feel his thrust going deeper and slower you could say that he was close and you were too. Laying your forehead against his you held him close to you, you didn’t need to say anything, you could understand each other only by a gaze. And that’s when both of you came undone at the unison. Roger’s head was laying on your chest while you were playing with his hair, it was silence, the only noise was caused by your heavy breathes. “You won’t leave this time, right?” Roger broke the quiet, his eyes were looking at you when you tilted your head down to see him. “It’s my place, I can’t leave” you chuckled softly making Roger smile. “I meant in general, you won’t leave again, will you?” his hand reached yours making your fingers intertwine “Because my heart won’t be able to take it. I need you more than ever and I need you in my life. I need to know that whenever I will come home I will be able to find you, that every night I’ll go to bed with you and when I wake up in the morning you will be still sleeping in my arms. Because I love looking at you sleeping and seeing that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you are dreaming about something, I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.” Your eyes started to get watery at his confession, your free hands went up to his cheek as you stroked it with your thumb. “My heart is yours (Y/N), and you will always have it.” His lips kissed your hand making you smile while you quickly wiped away a tear that fell down your cheek. “I promise that I won’t ever leave you again, because I know that if I leave my life won’t be the same without you. I had a taste of it and I hated it. I don’t care how hard it will be, you complete me Roger. And I am and will always be yours.” “Promise?” he left your hand he was holding over your chest and made you intertwine only your pinkies. His eyes never left yours and they were telling you how much he loved you, how much he was ready to stay with you and fight for your relationship against anyone and anything. You smiled widely as you kissed him as your pinkie still held his one. “I promise.”

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[queenborhapreaderships]

strawberryfields-forever replied to your post “Hiya! I was wondering if I could get a ship with Queen? I’m 5’3 with...”

I LOVE THIS THANN YOU

@strawberryfields-forever i’m so glad you liked it!!!! <3 <3 <3 

[bowieandqueen11]

It’s Only Forever/ Bowie x Reader

Prompt: Hey love! I’m not sure if you have something like this already but, what about a Bowie Imagine where the reader is on set with him during the filming of the Labyrinth, and it just be cute a fluffy please and thank you? I love your work by the way!!

Thank you to both @strawberryfields-forever and @shesabohemianqueen for requesting imagines like this it’s super cute!! Sorry also it’s a bit short I’m heading out soon!

David’s knuckles rap with three little light knocks against the door of your caravan, a bright smirk on his face as a loud thud echoes through the door and into his perked ear, his hand coming up to stifle the laughter that ruptures through his chest as he hears a loud groan.

‘Y/n, love, I know we spent the whole of last night together but I’m afraid you’re going to have to stick me for another full whole day. Now, no more hiding, the dance director’s been asking for you. She thought you might be off ill today. Apparently our little karaoke party last night made quite a racket. Had a lot of compliments about my flute skills, though.’

Hearing nothing in reply, David thumps his shoulders down against the door frame in defeat, leaning on his left foot as he pops his hear against the door, his eyebrows raised and eyes sparkling with amusement and hope as he hears soft plops approach his position. Scrambling up, he takes a step back down the stairs, fixing his collar as the door handle begins to wiggle. He squints up at the harsh metal, the dim American sun beating down its unforgiving rays upon his face with the promise of a noon of glaring turquoise skies and clouds that flutter by like the ripples of an emerald ocean. He stands there, arms outstretched as you open the door, clothes thrown haphazardly on and hair tangled in birds’ nests as you begin laughing hysterically as David twirls around, his grey tights flash against his legs and wig tilting slightly askew as he grins up at you, his eye shadow glittering into your tired eyes as brightly as his smile.

‘I hope you’re ready to throw on a ballgown, love, we have a dance to do.’

‘As the World Falls Down’ fills the room and the dancers twirl around the cold grey ground of the otherwise empty studio, their sea blue masks and bright feathers sticking out of their hair and laying upon their faces, twirling around you and David like ghosts. David’s hand tightens around your fingers, twitching lightly against your knuckles as his thumb strokes against your palm. He winks at you as the dance teacher claps in time to the rhythm, impressed by how in sync you two were, how connected and flowing the two of you looked. His watch jangles against your wrist, painfully cold despite the warm shivers that run across your skin from where David gazes at you, a painful smirk on his face as his eyes never leave yours, dipped down slightly and swirling with a hot and unknown emotion that makes your heart begin to thump against your chest, scared and intrigued and desperate. The rest of the room begins to dissipate from view, the two of you floating like spring rose petals in the breeze as your feet bounce familiarly against each other, as if you’ve done this dance before.

As his eyes lower to your cherry lips, a slight flicker of glitter from his deep blue suit jacket, captivating and as memorising as the endless ocean falls against the sleeves of your white ballgown, his wig tickling your forehead as it lightly bumps against yours tenderly. His knees flump against the marshmallow mountain of skirts that trail across the ground as you twirl, like the wedding dress of an ethereal fairy princess. David smiles lightly as his arm wraps even tighter than humanly thought possible against the curve of your back, pulling you tight against his chest. His breath is warm against the maroon blush that covers your cheeks like blooming peonies kissing towards the sky as he dips the two of you, time slowing down to a painful crawl as he towers over you, his white dress sleeves covering your entangled hands as his eyes lid slightly in desire. However, as the dance teacher begins to applaud you two, the song’s symphony whirling to an end, David wraps his hands tight against your hips and twirls you in the air, safe in his arms as he hums lightly.

Bowing down, he holds your hand flush in his before kissing the back of it, a cheeky grin flashing in your direction as the moment winds down. As he loosens the frills against his neck, passing by you to head towards his chair, he stops with a jolt, grabbing your elbow and surprising you as he murmurs against the tip of your ear, ‘I look forward to performing the real thing, love. Perhaps extra practice this evening in my trailer would be useful?’ Heat flows from every fibre of his being as his fervent gaze settles on you, his breath laboured lightly as you whisper, ‘I look forward to it.’

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Off Night Backstreet (NSFW)

But these sentimental journeys / Late at night / High in some back room, you’re calling me / To be your off night backstreet / You give me such pleasure / You bring me such pain / Who left her long black hair / In our bathtub drain?

His flushed cheek met your bare thigh as you leaned up against the headboard of your bed, directing a rather unfocused stare out of the window at the London sunset while your hand found its way to his dense, messy curls. They were untamed and unruly from your hands pulling at them out of sheer pleasure just moments ago, the both of you still trying to catch your breath after you’d cleaned up a bit and crawled back into bed.

You desperately wanted to sink down to lay next to him, to tell him you loved him as you caressed his face, but he wouldn’t hear it, not really. Right now, he was just relishing in the time he had left here before he had to drag himself back home, to Anita, to his kids, to reality. And he hated himself for dreading that, the life he’d made for himself, the one he thought he so desperately wanted back in the 70s and 80s.

Because of this, he compartmentalized all of the affection he held for you, keeping it tightly wound and tucked away so he wouldn’t have to reckon with the guilt of cheating on Anita both physically and emotionally. Not that it made it any better, of course, but he hated himself less this way. At the same time, you hated him more this way.

Your lithe, long fingers found the half-smoked joint sitting in the ashtray on your nightstand, picking up the lighter with your other hand before carefully lighting the partially burnt end away from Brian’s head. When he saw what you were doing, he scooted back to rest his head on your pillows instead, moving out of the way so you wouldn’t hit him with any stray ash as you took a long drag, holding it in for as long as you could. Watching you exhale, he marveled at the marginally slightly pucker of your lips, plump and swollen from fervent kisses and bites from him just minutes ago.

Hazel eyes followed the smoke as it swirled out into the room, going hazy before disappearing at least partially as it spread out. Then, his eyes were back on you, on your fingers that were daintily holding the joint, and he chewed on his lip as he realized he’d have to leave now if he wanted to go home sober.

But you knew him too well, and your eyes fluttered open as you looked down at him, holding out the joint as an offering. “Want a hit?” First, he silently shook his head no. But as you kept the offer on the table, still holding it out, he caved. As much as he loathed the fact that he was a grown adult still incapable of standing his ground, he had no chance when it came to you, and he knew it.

Sitting up against the headboard next to you, he carefully took the joint and perched it between his lips, taking a drag that was a bit shorter before handing it back to you, exhaling the smoke once he’d held it for a few seconds. Closing his eyes, conflict began to rage inside of his head as he knew he’d promised Anita he’d be home earlier tonight.

“Can’t go home like this,” he mumbled, opening his eyes and looking over at you with his heavily lidded eyes, sparking a thrill in you that refused to die down. But you feigned apathy, taking another drag before sitting the joint back in the ashtray, resting a hand on the nape of his neck and pulling him in for a loose, open-mouthed kiss that allowed you to exhale all of the smoke into his mouth. 

He caught on quick, inhaling and holding it for a moment before pulling away just a couple inches to exhale, then coming right back in for a real kiss, one that translated a desperate need for dangerous companionship, adventurous hands, and filthy words shared. But there was also a tenderness to it, one that betrayed Brian’s sweet side to you, the one that brought you medicine when you were sick and sent you money for concert tickets without you even having to mention your favorite band was in the city.

Brian was everything you wanted in a man, and everything you couldn’t have.

That didn’t stop you from straddling his lap as you guided the kiss deeper, your tongue swiping across his lower lip. His arm wrapped around your waist, firmly pulling you to him. For his late 40’s, he was still remarkably firm – in fact, he was far more able-bodied and powerful now than he’d been in his youth, his sinewy arm pressing into your back as you massaged his tongue with yours, making him moan unabashedly into your mouth.

Neither of you had bothered to redress after your last round, so you could feel his halfway-hard cock against the inside of your thigh as you moved your kisses to his neck. As much as you wanted to leave a bruise he’d have to scramble to cover up later, you’d already tested his limits by smoking with him, so you opted to trail kisses down to his collarbones before pausing, resting your head below them and just listening. The beat of his heart was fast, erratic, and let you know that you still had the same effect on him as he did on you. Rejuvenated, you started to trail kisses down his chest and past his navel, making a quiet noise akin to a purr when his broad hand tangled itself into your hair.

“Sweet girl,” he murmured at the sound, reveling in the peppering of kisses to his torso and letting you have your way with him as he rested his head back against the headboard. “You drive me mad.”

“It’s all you,” you murmured in response, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh before your tongue was on his cock, making him groan out your name brokenly. Both of you knew, but neither of you wanted to say it. You were the only one who could make him feel so whole, so heavy with life, and he was that same person for you. But there was a boundary around the minute grey area where you two resided, right between right and wrong, and that boundary was what was sending him home at night but also keeping your lips wrapped around him. It didn’t matter if you wanted to be shouting from the rooftops that he was your love, your life, yours.

Because he wasn’t. And you weren’t his either. Not in the way either of you wanted, but life had a funny way of doing things like that. And along with that, life had a funny way of shoving a stick in your bicycle tire and sending you flying, upending everything that was sacred in your world and threatening your very existence.

welcome to spring break by whitney! i’m on a partial hiatus, so this is what i’ve lined up for my absence. let me know what you think of this one, leave comments, feedback, anything! the deacon one came out yesterday, and the roger one will come out tomorrow - leave notes on the one you like the most, and i’ll chose whichever one seems to be the most well-received to start a new series once TNC is over! have a great week yall <3

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Secrets (b.h)

Summary: Maybe keeping a secret from Ben wasn’t a good idea

Word count: 1671

Warning: swearing, dude gets too handsy, nothing graphic

Requested: @strawberryfields-forever Hey!! I was wondering if you could do a Ben Hardy Imagine where the reader and Ben are together and the reader is like a producer or works in the audio/sound crew on movies and someone she works with is really pervy and like assaults her but she keeps quiet about it to Ben and he finds out and stands up for her or something? I love your work btw xxx

A/N: So I changed it up a bit. I wasn’t too comfortable writing an assault so he just gets a little too hands and tried to be very persistent. I hope you like it though I’m hoping this turned out better than how I feel it did. I have another requested piece coming soon!

Masterlist in bio

“I’ll see you at lunch, love. Have a good day.” Ben pressed a firm kiss to your lips, holding you too him with an arm around your waist.

You gave him another quick kiss, patting his chest. “You betcha. Have fun filming.”

The two of you had met during Bohemian Rhapsody and instantly clicked. And now here you were, almost two years after first meeting and a year and a half dating, five months into working on a set together once again.

Working on the same movie was a blessing in many ways. Riding to work together, eating lunch together, watching each other do what they love. When Ben first found out that they needed an extra sound tech he quickly jumped up to suggest you.

As you made the short walk to the sound trailer, rattling off the list of things you needed to get set for the new scene today, a familiar, and incredibly unwelcome, voice echoed off the sides of the other trailers.

“Y/N! Sweetheart. Where’s my coffee, love?”

You cringed a the way he sounded when he spoke. It was always this way, with all the female workers, but he seemed to focus more on you. “Ha. As I’ve said before, Malcum, I’m not your assistant.” You called back, subtly taking wider steps. But he was a tall man and was next to you in just a few steps of his own.

“Oh, baby. You might as well be. After all, I’m the head of sound around here. You just work under me.” He raised his brows and winked before entering the trailer.

Malcum was incredibly forward, to the point of making you uncomfortable. It never went further than the over use of pet names and clear innuendos, but it definitely wasn’t appropriate. You knew what would happen if you said anything though. You’d seen it many times before, someone complained that someone else made uncomfortable advances and the person reporting would get fired. Especially when it was someone who had pull like Malcum.

After the morning meeting, everyone was called to set and the day began. It was just like any other day. You made sure everything was plugged in right, up enough, recording, and anything else sound related was correct. You had lunch with Ben and the cast, and even made plans to meet up for dink’s with some of them and the crew. It was a normal day, till the end.

“Y/N. Gonna need you to stay late and work on some of the editing we’ve got right now.” Malcum called from his desk.

“What?” You spun around, hand on the door to leave. “We don’t even have an order to go in yet?”

Malcum smirked that disgusting smirk. “I need some help s’all.”

You shot a quick text to Ben then made your way to your desk.

It really was just busy work. There wasn’t much you could piece together because they had only recorded a handful of bits. But you worked with that you could. Editing out some unnecessary background noise, making sure that the audio was on time. You’d been at it for about thirty minutes when hands were on your shoulders.

“How’s it going?” Marcus was speaking almost directly in your ear.

You tried to shrug him off before replying. “Good I guess. How much longer will you need me? I had plans with my boyfriend.”

Marcus started massaging your shoulders now. “If you wanna forget those and go back to my trailer.”

You shot up, chair pushing into him. “I’m good. I’ve got to go.” You silently thanked yourself for having already saved all your work.

“Come on doll.” He reaches out to try and touch you again but you were out the door before he could say another word.

Body vibrating with nerves and tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you made your way to Ben’s trailer. When you got inside you were surprised to see him lying on the couch watching tv. He immediately shot up when he saw you.

“Are you okay?” He was at your side, hand smoothing over your hair.

You nodded. “I’m just really tired. Can we go home?”

“Of course.” He kissed your head and lead you to the car.

——

The next few weeks you avoided Malcum as best you could. Always staying in a group or around Ben. He still tried to get you alone though. But you wouldn’t let it happen.

You also didn’t tell Ben. Every time you thought about it, a sick feeling would wash over you. So you kept it to yourself. You did, however, ask him to start meeting you at the trailer at the end of the day. And that’s how he found out.

It had been a long day. They shot two really big scenes and there had been a problem with one of the boom mics. Everyone was finally getting to leave, well after normal time. You were busy fixing the mic and hadn’t realized you were alone till you heard a voice.

“Have you been avoiding me, doll?” Malcum was standing at the other end of the table.

You sighed, “Just busy.”

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Nope. Now could you please leave me alone so I can finish this?” You glanced over at him and cringed when you realized how close he had gotten.

He shook his head. “How about you put that away and spend some time with me?”

“I’ll pass. I’m just going to go home.” You set the mic down and got up, putting your jacket on and grabbing your bag. But before you could make it to the door Malcum pushed you against the wall.

“Come onnnn baby.” His breath reeked of alcohol.

You pushed at him. “Get. Away.”

“Don’t be like that.” He pushed you hair behind your ear.

“Malcum. Get off me.” You screamed.

The door swung open and in seconds Malcum was off you and on the floor. Ben was standing in front of you, an arm protectively holding you to his back. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Nah. She wanted it mate.” Malcum wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth.

“I’m not your fucking mate you piece of shit. Now I suggest you fuck off before I have you fucking escorted out of here.”

Malcum eyed you as he go up. “I could have helped you climb the ladder, but you just knocked yourself off it.” He walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

Ben turned immediately to you, both hands on your face smoothing away tears. “Love are you alright?”

You nodded, clenching at his shirt. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me love. I’ll always be there to protect you. Let’s get you home okay.”

Neither of you spoke the entire way home. Ben got you in bed and brought you a cup of tea, before final talking about what happened

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You took a deep breath, quicking deciding it was time to tell him everything. “Yes. But I need to tell you something.” Ben’s eyes flash with hurt before he nodded. “No no. Nothing like that. It’s just. Malcum has been a problem for a while. Always saying inappropriate stuff, innuendos and stuff. He never got touchy till a few weeks ago.”

“Wait. You mean it’s not the first time?”

You bowed your head, giving it a shake. “He, a, he tried to make a move on me that night when I had to work late.”

Ben sat straight up. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me, or would be mad at me. Things had been okay, I’d been staying around people, avoiding him.”

“No no, back up. You thought I’d be mad?” You just shrugged, you couldn’t look at him. “Y/n.” His voice was soft as he pushed your chin up lightly, his own eyes brimmed with tears. “I would never, ever, be mad at you for being sexually harassed. Ever. It’s not your fault. Also, I would believe you, I do believe you. Please don’t ever keep a secret like this from me. I love you. I want to keep you safe. But you gotta tell me stuff okay.”

You sniffed, wiping the tears off your cheek and nodding. “I’m sorry Ben.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for love.” He pulled you closer, then laid you both down on the bed. “Let’s get some sleep.”

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, which was unusual for a day off. You did, however, have a text from Ben saying he ran out to get breakfast. While you waited you took a shower and started a load of laundry.

When Ben finally came home it was almost an hour later, you’d started to get a bit worried. So when the door opened, relief washed over you as you rushed to the door.

“You were gone for a long time.” You groaned, giving him a kiss and taking the food bag.

He followed you to the kitchen, grabbing mugs for coffee. “Well. I stopped by set and spoke with the producer and director. Apparently they’ve been keeping an eye on Malcum. A few other women on set have reported him. I told them what happened and they said it’s done, he’s going to be fired.”

You let out a huge sigh. It had been bothering you deep down that you would have to return to work with Malcum there, but knowing he wouldn’t be there anymore was such a relief. “Oh my god. Thank you.”

“I couldn’t wait till we went back. I had to do something. Keep you safe. Keep everyone on set safe.” He wrapped his arms around you. “I love you too much to have let you go back to working with that creep.”

You kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s eat and go back to bed.”

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Save Me - Part One

Roger Taylor x Reader

A/N: Hi, everyone! First, thank you for over 100 followers! Second, this was requested by the lovely @strawberryfields-forever so go give them some love! I decided to break this up into two parts, hope that's okay! Part two should be out very soon. If you’d like to be tagged in the second part, let me know! Thank you all again for the love and support! Hope everyone enjoys this! Per usual, feedback and requests are very much appreciated! Much love!- m:) 

Summary: Work sucked. Not because the hours were long or the pay was bad. No, you hated work because a certain coworker has yet to take a hint and get bent. You’ve been declining their advances for months now, but it seems they don't take no for an answer. One night, in a dark alley, this coworker takes their inappropriate actions a bit too far, like way too far. You try your best to hide this incident from Roger, but he knows you far too well. After his initial anger at the situation, Roger is quick to stick by your side and comfort you through the storm. 

Word Count: 2,722 words

Warnings: mentions of assault and violence (not extremely graphic), blood, general angst ( if you are sensitive to these topics please be cautious reading this, I try to make my warnings very specific but I just like to make sure) 

It was only supposed to be temporary work. Getting a degree was expensive and this job was supposed to alleviate some of the financial stress. Now, you were a semester away from completing your graduate program and you were still working your miserable job. You had every intention to quit months ago but when you were promoted to general manager you felt stuck. Your responsibilities doubled within moments and you didn't want to leave the owners high and dry. With some persuasion from Roger, however, you were finally in the process of writing your two-week notice. It wasn't that the shifts were long, or the pay was bad, it was one of your coworkers. Since you began your tenure at the little cafe down the street, you were constantly deflecting his advances and even informed your bosses of his behavior. He was scolded but continued his sick game within a few weeks. It was getting extremely hard for you to even be in the same area with him, you didn’t feel safe. It was only when you began the process of resigning that you started to breathe easy. Roger didn’t know this was the main reason you were quitting, you never told him about your coworker. You didn’t think it necessary, you were an adult and you could handle it. You didn't need Roger to fight your battles, he had his own. Roger was excited knowing you'd be home more often and would only be stressed by your coursework. You were excited to escape the piercing gaze of your pervy coworker. Your last week at the cafe was coming to a close and of course, your luck would have you working a night shift with him. He’d been peering at your backside all night, sparing sexual and degrading comments under his breath your way. Your face burned in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t dealt with before, this was common of nearly every shift you worked with him. You never engaged, you never responded or retaliated, you didn't even allow your expression to shift. One more shift and you would never have to see his ugly face again. Closing came quicker than expected and you busied yourself cleaning tables, while one of your female coworkers mopped, and he goofed off in the back room. You rolled your eyes as you heard his loud, obnoxious singing. He swung the door open, key in hand to unlock and then count the tills. He noticed your staring and sent a smug glare your way. You looked down, depriving him of the disgusted look on your face. You continued to clean and make casual conversation with your female coworker as he retreated to the back room. The closing duties were tedious and a pain in the ass but today time seemed to fly by, much to your dismay. Your female coworker sent you a wave and a soft smile as she exited out of the back door, too quick to notice the pleading look you sent her way. “Great,” you thought, now you're alone with your creepy coworker. You quickly gathered your belongings and headed for the exit, not hanging around to watch the man close and lock the door. You headed down the alley towards your car, hearing his footsteps pick up pace behind you. Your heart raced, your car was just around the corner; you just needed to get to your car. You felt a hand on your shoulder and your feet left the ground, you were too shocked to scream out. 

It was over in milliseconds, the moment so fleeting you wondered if it actually happened. The skin he touched burned with such a fiery intensity that you clawed violently at your clothes, attempting to alleviate the agony. You glanced around frantically, he was gone. You sunk to your knees as the circumstance bared its full weight on your delicate shoulders. A choked sob ripped through you and your fingertips bled as they flexed and twitched involuntarily atop the concrete. You felt your kneecaps bore into your skin and hot spurts of blood wet your pants as pieces of sharp gravel broke your skin. Your mouth was dry and tasted of metal. Your ears were ringing, and tears soaked your face. Finding the strength to stand was near impossible as your legs trembled violently with fear. So, you sat there, alone and bloodied, behind the building of your workplace. You cautiously brought your knees to your chest, smelling the foul odor of blood. You felt bile rise in your throat and you dry heaved for several minutes. Your ribs ached, and tears blurred your panicked eyes. You brought your hands close to your face to examine them in the dull light of the alley. Your knuckles were busted and bled with fervor. Your palms were scraped and covered in dirt. Your arms fell limply at your sides and you cried bitterly. This was real, it wasn't some sick nightmare created by your subconscious. You shifted slightly, and your entire body thrummed with a dull ache. You attempted to swallow but your dry throat scratched and chafed at the action. Your hands slowly skimmed the ground in search of your belongings, the dim light and tears that obscured your vision making it almost impossible to identify anything. You sobbed when your hands found the keys to your car. You brought the set of keys to your chest possessively as your other hand searched for your bag. When your hands finally skimmed the canvas of your bag you grit your teeth, attempting to stifle your cries. You tugged your bag to your side and let out a shaky breath. The challenge now was commanding your legs to stand. You felt that the signals connecting your brain to your lower extremities had been severed. Your toes refused to curl, your knees refused to bend, and your hips refused to shift and carry your weight. You felt an overwhelming sense of dread pervade your senses and you heard your heartbeat quicken in your ears. Like the Bride from “Kill Bill,” you focused on moving each toe, then your foot, then your knee, and then the entire leg. You repeated the process on your other leg and slowly you were able to bring yourself into a squat. Steadying your body on the brick wall behind you, you rose to your full height. Your nerves screamed in pain and you groaned, clenching your jaw to the point of fracture. Taking a shaky step forward, you kept your right hand glued to the wall to guide you in the dark despite the sharp sting of the open wounds present on your palms. After what felt like hours, you finally turned the corner out of the dark corridor, immediately greeted by your shiny black vehicle resting on the curb. Your legs carried you faster in its direction almost involuntarily, instinctively. You rushed to the driver side, fumbling frantically with the key. You unlocked the car and fell in, yelping in pain when your body collided with the leather seat. You yanked your legs into the car, closed and locked the door. Resting your head atop the steering wheel, you couldn't stop the scream that escaped your lungs. Sweat coated your figure and your mind raced uncontrollably. You wept into your dirty, bloody palms. You made every attempt to avoid looking into the rearview mirror when you finally turned the key in the ignition, afraid of what would be staring back if you chanced a look. You peeled out onto the empty street and glanced at the neon numbers of your car’s digital clock. It was almost midnight, you’d sat in that alley for over two hours. Your eyes widened in shock, the whole ordeal had felt like ten minutes, over and done within such a finite amount of time. You again felt your stomach lurch at the possibility of Roger being home early after his evening flight. Your hands trembled against the steering wheel and the car jerked, swerving slightly. Your brain could only focus on safety, adrenaline still fresh in your veins. The familiar driveway of your home soon entered your field of vision and you sped into its opening. You took note of the absence of Roger’s car and sighed in a sick sense of relief. You park and hastily exited your car, your legs carrying you as fast as they could manage. You stumbled up the porch steps, your hand on the doorknob bracing your anticipated fall. You unlocked the door and entered your home, placing your full weight on the door frame before slowly crossing the threshold. You sunk to the floor, closing the front door behind you with the weight of you falling back on it. You reached up and locked the door, something you rarely did but now, not even home felt safe. Now sat in the darkness of your living room, your mind reviewed the events of the last four hours. You felt nausea bubble in your throat for the third time this evening. You attempted to pinpoint when exactly his actions had adopted an aggressive tone. You couldn't prevent the paranoia that entrapped you. What did you do? What could you have done? Was this your fault? After paranoia emptied your mind, shame took its place. You felt dirty. Dirty beyond the blood caked onto your pallid skin or the mud beneath your cracked nails. It was a filth water couldn't wash away. You had lost a part of yourself, he'd taken something away from you. You didn't know exactly what, but you didn't want to live without it. You felt utterly empty, your entire being hollow and cold. Then, you thought of Roger. You chastised yourself for entertaining the idea that you'd betrayed him. Your heart ached and your longing for him grew, but the idea of telling him any detail of this entire ordeal wasn't a viable option in your mind. You couldn't, you wouldn't. 

You got up from the floor and limply shuffled into the bathroom. Your fingers ghosted over the light switch, still apprehensive to view the figure in the mirror. You willed yourself to flick the switch, but your eyes immediately shut as light flooded the room, terrified. Your arms came around your middle, hugging yourself. You sobbed, despite feeling dehydration creep in your system. You slowly opened one eye, but it wouldn't focus without the aid of the other. You breathed in slowly, the expanding of your lungs reminding you of the pain in your ribs. You opened your other eye and squinted under the bright vanity lights. After blinking stray tears away, your eyes finally focused on the figure staring coldly back at you. Your heart fell to your stomach. The person in the mirror was nearly unrecognizable, your features buried under matted hair, dried blood, fresh bruises, and hot tears. Your upper lip was cut and pulsed painfully. Your hair was matted with sweat and dirt, sticking out in several directions. Purple splotches adorned your face and surrounded both eyes in deep, heavy rings. Coagulated blood was painted throughout your hair and stained your face and limbs. You couldn't stop the audible gasp and fresh tears that streaked the dried blood on your cheeks. You brought a shaky hand to your mouth and sobbed, shaking your head “no” frantically. Your butt hit the cold tile of the floor and the backs of your legs were set ablaze from the stimulus. You cried bitterly on the floor of your bathroom, your entire body racked with violent, noticeable tremors. After about ten minutes, you braced yourself on the edge of your bathtub and rose to your feet. You thought you might as well scrub this evening from your skin, and your memory. The hot water of the shower head clouded the mirror and your felt relived you wouldn't catch a glimpse of your body once you undressed. You didn't know if you could handle being witness to more damage etched into your skin. 

You removed your shoes and stretched your toes, which had gone numb hours ago. Your rolled your ankles, hearing them crack and pop unnaturally. You then moved to your top, noticing a faint peeling sound as you removed it. You assumed it had been suctioned to your torso with sweat and blood. You bent down to remove your socks, the nerves in your spine sending violent shockwaves up all seven vertebrae. You grit your teeth and groaned in pain, feeling new tears spring to life. You carefully shimmied out of your pants, the material ripping the scabs from your raw knees. You grimaced but felt a wave of relief fill you. Now left in your underwear, you quickly stripped down to bare skin. You were naked now, everything left completely bare and you felt vulnerable under your lone gaze. You stepped into the shower cautiously, immediately feeling the intense sting of scalding hot water on your open wounds. You winced, but nevertheless brought your face under the stream of water, your hair falling under the weight of complete saturation. The water falling from your body was stained a dull copper and you watched it disappear down the drain until it ran clear. You used a washcloth to tend to your cuts and brush-burned joints. Your skin felt taut under the strain of it attempting to close and heal. You were overwhelmed by the discomfort and allowed yourself to sit on the shower floor, letting the water rush over you. You continued to scrub any uninjured skin, but the unclean feeling remained. You were scared, beyond scared now. The water eventually ran cold, but it soothed your red hot skin. You turned off the water and pulled yourself onto the edge of the tub, draping a towel over your front. You folded your hands in your lap and stared blankly at your reflection. If anything, the absence of blood and matted hair made your other injuries slightly less ghastly. You stood, fully surrounding yourself with the towel and walked into your shared bedroom. The bed sank under your weight as you sat. You didn't care about the delicate silk sheets as your slick body soaked them. Still wrapped in a towel, your eyes caught a glimpse of the blinking light of the receiver of your home’s landline, indicating you'd received a message. You reached over and pressed play. The mechanical voice first notified you of your one new message and then you heard Roger. Your chest heaved, and you drew in a heavy breath. His voice rang in your ears as he spoke, his words muffled and fuzzy over the phone. 

“Hey, love! Just wanted to let you know our flight home was cancelled. Should be getting back tomorrow afternoon. I can't wait to see you! Hope work was good and everything’s rosy. I miss you. See you soon, sweets. Sleep well. I love you!” 

The message cut out and you sobbed violently. You gripped the receiver and even considered calling, but you knew you couldn't. You knew if you heard his voice, your own would betray you. You needed time to compose yourself, to create an elaborate story to excuse your appearance. You needed time to work up the nerve to lie to him. You saved the message and got up to dress. Putting on clothes would be challenging for a while; any sharp movement was excruciating. You slowly climbed into bed around three o’clock in the morning. Laying your head to your pillow, the empty space next to you was daunting. You just wanted Roger here. The quiet was so intense you could hear your blood trailing throughout your body and the creaking of your tired joints. Now completely alone with your thoughts, they overwhelmed your senses. You could now fully register what had happened just five hours ago. The weight of guilt, shame, fear, and sadness weighed heavy on your chest and you gasped for air in-between sobs. You saw no relief from the thoughts coming soon, so you stared blankly at the ceiling. Tears gathering, falling, and then pooling on your pillow. Your body eventually gave in to fatigue, but your mind still raced. You thought of Roger until you slipped from consciousness. You dreamt of nothing. 

A/N: Who doesn't love a good cliffhanger? Part two should be out very soon! Thank you for reading! If you'd like to be tagged in the second part, let me know! As always, feedback and request are appreciated! Much love! - m:)

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