AN: Thank you all so much for the requests! I’m doing my best to get them out as quickly as possible, while also having a lot going on and dealing with semi-writer’s block. I appreciate all the wonderful comments and support! Enjoy! can you please write roger x reader where reader is in trouble and calls for roger to help?? Like they fainted, or being harassed/followed or something? Thank you, love your writing!! Warning: Mentions of harassment
You tried to ignore it at first. You were a waitress, so there were often those drunk patrons who would hit on you or make you feel generally uncomfortable. You had learned to just politely laugh off their comments, but never give them a reason to think that they could push you any further. However, tonight was different.
There was a drunk man at the bar who had recognized you from a few of your boyfriend’s concerts. The first comment he made had been about your outfit.
“Would your boy approve of how much skin you’re showing off for us?”
You had looked down at what you were wearing: a pair of red shorts and a plain white v-neck shirt. It wasn’t overly revealing so you brushed him off. You went about waiting on your two tables and when you came back to place their drink orders, the man started again.
“How did some scrawny band geek manage to land a fine lady like yourself?”
You rolled your eyes when he couldn’t see your face, but when you turned back to him, you gave him your best customer-service smile.
“He’s good to me.” You replied simply, as the bartender placed your drinks on a tray and slid them over to you. The guy eyed you up and down, a disgusting smirk on his face. You felt your skin go hot with anger, and before he could say anything else, you went back to your tables.
It was the third comment that really made your skin crawl. You had just walked up to the bar to hand over your apron and punch out, when the man grabbed your wrist. Your eyes shot down to where his skin was touching yours, and slowly made their way up his arm until they met his face.
“Why don’t you come home with me tonight, darlin’? I can show you a better time than that diva ever could.”
Immediately, you wrenched your arm out of his grasp and turned to walk away. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you felt like you could throw up. You had people hit on you all the time, but none of them had ever touched you before. The fact that he was willing to go that far made you nervous.
You had just reached the door by the bathrooms when you heard footsteps behind you. You almost didn’t dare look over your shoulder for fear of who it could be, but you did anyways. Your stomach dropped when you saw the creepy old man following a few feet behind you. The smirk was gone from his face and now he looked angry. His eyes were locked on you, and you quickly turned a corner to head towards the backroom that was nearby.
You knew that you couldn’t leave the restaurant now that this man was following you, but you didn’t know how else to get home. Panicking slightly, you pushed the storeroom door open and checked around for the phone. You knew it was late, but you also knew that he wouldn’t mind if you called. He was probably waiting for you anyways.
Your hands were shaking as you picked up the receiver and dialed his phone number. It only took two rings before you could hear his voice on the other side.
“Hello?”
“Rog, I need you to come get me.”
There was a moment of silence, and then you could hear the cord rustling as Roger moved to stand up.
“What’s wrong?”
His voice was strained- worry laced in every word. He didn’t live far from where you worked, and he knew that you normally didn’t have any issues walking home by yourself. For you to call, sounding so distraught, it put him on edge.
“There’s… there’s just some drunk guy who won’t leave me alone.” You twirled the phone cord around your finger nervously as you sat down in one of the extra chairs along the wall.
“Where are you now?”
“I’m in the storeroom.”
“Stay right there. I’ll be there soon.” And then the line went dead. You placed the receiver back on its base and started chewing on the corners of your nails. It was a habit that you had developed any time you felt anxious. You knew that it wouldn’t take long for Roger to get to where you were, but you also knew that if this guy figured out where you were, an “Employees Only” sign probably wouldn’t stop him.
The minutes passed, and the longer you went without hearing anything from the drunk man, the better you felt. After about 15 minutes, the storeroom door swung open, and you felt your stomach lurch. Your eyes fell on the figure who had entered the room, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you at the sight of the familiar blond.
“YN! Thank God, you’re alright.” Roger breathed, rushing over to pull you into his arms. You felt your body melt against him as you buried your face into his neck.
“He was following me, and I didn’t know what else to do.” You murmured against his skin, feeling tears pricking your eyes. Roger squeezed you against his chest even tighter and placed a gently kiss onto the top of your head.
“You did the right thing calling me. Now, let’s get you home.”
You nodded against his chest as he slowly released you. He gave you an encouraging smile as he laced his fingers with yours and led you out into the hall. You breathed a small sigh of relief when you didn’t see the man waiting in the hall or near the door. As you stepped out into the cool, night air and the man still wasn’t there, you realized that he must have gone home.
You and Roger walked to his flat in silence, his warm hand squeezing yours every few minutes as a reassurance that he was still there. Once you were inside his flat, he pulled you in for another hug. For the first time in hours, a smile spread across your lips as Roger’s hand ran up and down your back.
“I’m so sorry, love.” He whispered into your hair. You pulled back out of his arms slightly so that you could look up at his face. He was wearing a pained expression but as you gently ran your fingers across his jaw and up his cheek, it started to soften. You leaned up onto your tiptoes to press a series of kisses across his face and neck. “Maybe you should quit.”
You froze at his words, your eyes fixated on his own. He was smiling softly at you, but you could hear the seriousness in his tone. He had been watching you go through this kind of harassment for a while now, and he hated it.
“Roger, I can’t just quit my job.” You laughed, your hand still cupping his cheek.
“Sure you can. I can take care of you now. It’d be better than getting these phone calls late at night, and finding out that you’re in trouble.”
His blue eyes bore into yours, practically begging you to agree. You knew Roger worried, but you hadn’t realized how much until now. You didn’t like the thought of Roger taking on all of your financial responsibilities, but you couldn’t help how lovely it sounded to not have to work at that horrible restaurant anymore.
“Just until I find something better.” You assured him, causing a bright smile to fully consume his features. The sight made your heart skip.
“Deal.”
He lifted you up off your feet and spun you in several tight circles. When he finally set you down, he ducked his head slightly to press his lips sweetly against your own. In that moment, you had already forgotten about your terrifying experience. Roger was your safe place. Roger was home.
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