#hardy-s

So, you were cast as the Miami’s assistant, who has worked with Queen for as long as he did. Brian and Roger even told you that they considered her as a fifth member, because she would make amazing suggestions whenever they recorded songs, and literally served as the support system of the band through their shittiest times, so they really thought of her as family.

Brian even told you that Roger had a really tiny crush on her back then, like they would flirt a little sometimes, so you weren’t surprised when she visited the set and reunited with the two of them, Roger was almost stumbling with his words.

He was even more shocked, along with Brian, when they finally saw you in costume, seeing as you were literally the spitting image of her.

Okay, back to the present.

You were currently on the couch, sitting beside Ben, who you’ve grown to have feelings for throughout filming. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve always liked Ben, especially his performance in X-Men: Apocalypse as Angel, who you thought he was extremely hot.

Being a fellow Marvel actor, you almost had the chance to meet him. But, you were part of the MCU cast, a different cast, so it didn’t really happen to your dismay. So, when you found out you were both cast in BoRhap, you couldn’t wait for Infinity War to finish filming so you could finally meet your long time celebrity crush Ben.

Quietly sipping on your drink, trying to ignore the close contact you had with the blond, you looked over to Joe, who was picking out a song for karaoke until he finally chose Purple Rain by Prince.

“Look, it’s your song,” You joked as you gently nudged Ben, gesturing towards Joe, who, you were positive, was already a little bit tipsy. Ben let out a soft laugh, “Can’t wait for this.”

Laughters erupted in the living room when Joe finally reached the chorus. Yup, he was more than just tipsy. You immediately pulled your phone out and went live on Instagram. “Hey, guys,” You greeted, trying hard not to laugh.

(y/n)ismyqueen: “OMGGG THE QUEEN IS LIVE”

ilove(y/n): “WASSUPPP ❤️”

idontwannagomrstark: “IS TOM THERE”

benmakesmehardy: “is that ben?????????”

You pointed the camera towards Joe, who was already kneeling on the floor, singing his heart out. You continued to record Joe who was channeling his inner Prince until he finally ended, dropping the mic on the floor.

Everyone in the room cheered, until Joe saw you recording, immediately running to you, “I swear to god, (Y/N), if you post that,” You chuckled, showing him in your live, “It’s on live, Joe.”

joemozzarella: “OHMYGDOG I WISH JOE SANG TO ME LIKE THAT”

(y/n)ismyqueen: “HIIII JOEEE ❤️”

benmakesmehardy: “ohmygod i love this cast”

ilove(y/n): “I STAN !!!!!!!!!!”

Joe shrugged, “Nevermind, everyone already knows I’m fabulous,” You chuckled, while Ben playfully rolled his eyes at your tipsy friend. “By the way, here’s Rog- I mean, Ben,” You joked as you moved the camera towards the blond, him shooting the camera a wave and a soft smile, which made your heart flutter.

You continued the live, Ben still by your side, answering some questions from your fans.

(y/n)ismyqueen: “PLS TELL US U DIDNT REALLY DIE IN INFINITY WAR OMGGMOMOG”

ilove(y/n): “I WILL LITERALLY SNAP THANOS’ NECK IF YOU REALLY DID”

idontwannagomrstark: “LEAK THE TRAILER”

You laughed at the comments, “Oh my god, guys,” before placing a finger on your lips, “Can’t say anything, Marvel might fire me,” Ben chuckled along with you before saying, “No, they won’t, you’re too amazing to get fired.”

Your cheeks blushed deep red at his comment, so you just laughed it off as a joke, but, your followers thought otherwise.

(y/n)ismyqueen: “OH MYGOD BEN ❤️❤️❤️”

benmakesmehardy: “WHEN WILL THESE TWO GET TOGETHER THE CLOCK IS TICKING SWEETIES”

hardyx(l/n): “I LOVE MY PARENTS”

ilove(y/n): “I want someone to look at me the way Ben looks at (Y/N) 😍😍😍”

Too busy looking at the comments, you didn’t realize that the blond beside was already staring at you, enamored, with an affectionate gaze.

hardyx(l/n): “GUYS GUYS LOOK AT BEN AWWWWWW 😍❤️”

benmakesmehardy: “IDK IF SHOULD I BE IN LOVE WITH (Y/N) OR WITH BEN”

(y/n)ismyqueen: “IM LITERALLY BEN”

joe_mazzello: “can you two just get together already i can feel the tension in the room”

mrgwilymlee: “I second that”

ramimalek: “Third”

lucyboynton1: “Fourth”

therealleech: “Fifth”

brianmayforreal: “Sixth ! Bri”

rogertaylorofficial: “Seventh”

If it was possible, your cheeks blushed even more, seeing all the comments about you and Ben. You looked over to your side, seeing the blond continuing to stare at you with his warm eyes that made your heart feel like it ran a marathon.

You looked away quickly, a blush still evident on your face, “Alright, lovelies, that’s all the time I got today, but I promise to go live again sometime soon!” You waved at the camera, before ending the live and exiting Instagram.

Sighing, you closed your phone and immediately stood up, walking fast towards the door that lead to the balcony, looking out to the view of the city lights. You leaned against the railing, trying to calm down your rapid beating heart.

Does Ben actually like me? You asked yourself, looking out to the starlit sky. Yeah, he was looking at you like that, but, was it real? Or was it just for the fans?

You let out a sigh, too deep in your thoughts to notice a certain blond approaching. Feeling someone beside you, you immediately knew it was Ben. You honestly didn’t know what to say to him until he finally spoke up, “I mean it, you know.”

You looked up at him in confusion, immediately drowning in his green orbs. “You really are the most amazing person I know,” He breathed, cupping your cheek with his hand.

Staring into each other’s eyes for a bit longer, you began to lean in towards Ben, him doing the same. Slowly closing your eyes, feeling a wave of electricity went through your entire body when you felt his soft lips press against yours.

As both your lips moved against each other softly, he cupped both your cheeks in his hands while your hands were pressed against his firm chest, feeling his own rapid heartbeat under your fingers.

Both of your were so lost in each other’s lips that you didn’t notice the rest of the cast already watching you from the inside until a camera shutter was heard.

You and Ben quickly, but gently pulled away from each other’s lips to see the whole cast standing by the door, Lucy holding up her phone. “It’s about time!” Joe cheered.

The entire cast bursted into laughter, but congratulated you both for finally getting together after crushing on each other for God knows how long. Ben held your hand softly, before smiling fondly at you and entering the living room again, but as a couple this time.

Later on, you heard a ‘ding’ come from your phone, signaling a notification.

“benhardy1 tagged you in a post.”

Opening Instagram again, you blushed as you saw the picture that Lucy took of both you and Ben in the middle of your kiss earlier captioned,

After Ben ran towards the set, you saw the director talking to him along with a girl extra who was wearing the shortest skirt you’ve ever seen.

You saw that the director gestured towards the couch, and then Ben positioned himself on the couch, while the girl had to sit beside him and just be all over him.

They were currently filming the “Seven Seas of Rhye” scene where they were recording an album, and you thought that the girl way too into the role.

Maybe it was just really good acting, but, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous over her just being all over your boyfriend.

She was laying her head on his shoulder, putting her face way too close to his, and her hand was caressing his thigh. You also swore you saw her hand on your his abs.

Of course, Ben couldn’t refuse since it was part of the role, so, he could only hold the girl closer by her shoulder.

Meanwhile, you just watched from the side with crossed arms, clearly feeling jealous. After what seemed like an eternity, the director finally yelled, “And that’s a wrap, everyone!”

Ben felt relieved, he was already getting a tiny bit uncomfortable with the girl’s touches during the scene, especially because she wasn’t you.

As he ran towards you, he saw that you had a sour expression on your face, and that you were turning your back on him.

Knowing what it was, he pouted and wrapped his arms around your waist again. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He asked, even though he already knew.

“Hmph,” You turned your head the other way, ignoring his arms wrapped around you. “Baaabe,” He chuckled, laying his chin on your shoulder, giving your cheek a soft kiss.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you ignored it, “She was all over you,” You grumbled, before he let out a soft chuckle.

“She was just a groupie, love, while you, are the love of my life,” He said, lovingly, before he turned you around to see your pouty face.

“She was touching your abs, though,” You joked, a small smile making its way to your lips, your hands reaching up to play with his long hair.

Ben chuckled, “Yes, but only you can touch everything else,” He whispered the last part, the blush on your cheeks becoming even warmer.

You bit your lip as you felt his face coming closer to yours, before he finally crashed his lips against yours, your fingers running through his wig.

As your kiss deepened, he suddenly hoisted you up, his hands holding up your thighs, while your arms were around his neck.

“Ben! What are you doing?” You squealed, suddenly embarrassed because there were still people on set.

He looked at you with a smirk, “Finishing what I started,” which sent shivers down your spine, as he carried you towards his dressing room.

“Woo! Get it on!” You heard Joe yell, followed by cheers and whistles erupting from the set.

As he was carrying you towards his dressing room, you passed by the girl from earlier, and you made sure to send her a wink.

Shaking both your bandmates awake, you all stepped out of the stuffy minivan and out to the breezy, fresh air. You looked around the farm, and thought it was a nice change from the city.

The next day, you immediately got to work and recorded the first song on the album. Currently, you were inside the recording booth, holding onto your bass.

“That was brilliant, (Y/N)!” Your bandmate, Oliver cheered through the microphone. You giggled, giving them a thumbs up through the glass window. “So, what next?” You asked.

Through the window, you saw Oliver giving your other bandmate, Daniel, a knowing look before looking back towards you with a smug smile. Oh shit.

“Can you go higher, (Y/N)?” Oliver asked into the microphone. “If I go any higher, only dogs will hear me!” You protested, holding your hand against your chest.

“We need this to be perfect, (Y/N), you can do it!” Your bandmate chirped. You sighed, before gesturing for them to roll the tape.

After at least ten tries, Oliver was about to tell you to do it once more until the door of the entrance to the studio opened.

You couldn’t hear what was out there, but you noticed the owner of the farm had entered, along with four men who you didn’t know.

“See? I told you that another band was already booked here,” The owner said, gesturing towards you all. “What’s going on?” Oliver spun in his chair, looking at each of the men.

“We’re in the middle of recording,” Daniel said, looking at the exasperated owner. “Sorry, darlings, but it seems that we’ve been booked at the same time,” The dark-haired one said, before Oliver and Daniel looked at each other, shocked.

Still not understanding a word they were saying, you decided to speak into the microphone to the lot outside the booth, “Is there a problem, Oliver?”

All of them turned to look at you, before the dark-haired man turned to Oliver, “It’s alright darlings, you were the first ones here, we’ll get this sorted,” He patted Oliver’s back.

“But, if you don’t mind, the boys and I want to watch for a bit, while waiting,” He said, looking towards the owner with a look before he ran outside the studio.

Daniel shrugged, “It’s alright, I guess,” Oliver swung his chair back, facing you before speaking into the microphone again, “Let’s do one more, alright, (Y/N)?”

You looked at him in confusion, the four men sitting themselves down on the seats. Despite feeling nervous now that others, strangers no less, were now watching, you sighed, “Alright, roll the tape.”

As your cue to almost ruin your vocal chords came, you gave it your all. As you sang into the microphone with your eyes closed, all the boys’ jaws dropped. They didn’t know whether to be amazed or scared by how you could reach notes that high.

When you finally stopped, you heard loud clapping from outside the booth. “That’s it, (Y/N)! That was perfect!” Oliver cheered, before you sighed heavily and then walked out of the booth.

Finally getting a clear look at the men who just walked in, you were immediately greeted by the dark-haired one, “That was amazing, darling! I’m Freddie, by the way,” He shook your hand.

“I have to ask, how the hell do you go that high?” Freddie looks at you in awe, you giggled before responding, “A lot of practice, and a lot of… patience.”

After he introduced each of his other bandmates, you were mostly enthralled by the cute, blond one named Roger, who you found out was the drummer of their band.

Later on, you found out that both of your bands have been double booked at the studio, so you both would take turns at recording.

Despite the double booking, you all got along. Sometimes, your bands would even help each other when recording, like right now.

“(Y/N), darling, could you come over here, please?” Freddie gestured for you to come, “What is it, Fred?” You asked.

“So, the operatic section of our song is coming up and I need you to help Rog warm up, he’s going to need it,” Freddie pointed towards Roger, who was sitting down on the couch with a cigarette in his hand.

You looked towards him, and you could’ve sworn he was looking at you too. You walked over to the blond before sitting down beside him.

Once Roger felt your presence beside him, he immediately felt his breath hitch and warmth creeping up on his neck. He hasn’t really talked properly to you ever since both your bands met, but he did feel a bit intimidated by you.

He felt this way not only because of how you dress but also how you were just very skilled at what you do, like hell, you could play the bass perfectly and hit the highest notes ever.

“So, Roger, Freddie told me that you needed help?” Your words interrupted his thoughts. “Uh, y-yeah, sure,” He stammered, twirling the cigarette resting in his fingers.

“What do you need help with?” You smiled, as you leaned your elbows on your knees. Roger tried so hard not to look at you so he continued to look at Brian through the glass window, who was currently recording his guitar solo for their new song.

“I’m going to do some high notes later on so I was wondering if you could help me?” He said, softly. You let out a soft giggle before saying, “Of course.”

So, both of you did a simple warm-up to get Roger’s vocal chords ready for the high notes until Freddie finally called him in the recording booth.

After wishing Roger good luck, you sat beside Freddie and watched as Roger recorded his ‘Galileo’ part.

You thought that his first few takes were fine but Freddie thought otherwise, Roger was already on his twenty-sixth take when he complained, “My nuts feel like they’re in my chest right now, are we done?”

“Higher,” Freddie answered, before Roger yelled out, “Bloody hell, I can’t take this anymore,” He ripped the headphones off.

Brian walked over to Freddie, patting him on the back, “Let’s just… call it a night, yeah?”

You looked at Roger with a apologetic smile when he came out of the recording booth, before saying, “Don’t worry, Rog, you’ll get it.”

He nodded, letting out a tired sigh before walking out with you of the barn, and towards the house.

Everyone else went up to their rooms, except for you and Roger. “It’s a bit early, you want to maybe practice some more?” Roger suggested, looking over to you.

“Are you sure, Roger? Don’t you need to rest your voice?” You said, looking at him worriedly. The blond let out a soft chuckle, “It’s alright, I just got tired of Freddie’s… demands.”

“Alright then,” You let out a soft laugh, before Roger lead you into his bedroom, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

Afterwards, both of you started to practice, “Galileo, galileo, galileo figaro!” You sang, before gesturing towards him, “Now, you try.”

“Galileo, galileo, galileo figaro!” Roger sang, before you clapped in amazement, “That was perfect, Rog!” You cheered.

How could someone this handsome and manly reach notes this high? You thought, before continuing, “Now, Freddie won’t be asking you to go any higher!” Both of you laughed.

As your laughter started to die down, you both stared into the space in front of you, falling into an awkward silence.

“So, um, (Y/N),” Roger cleared his throat, looking over towards you with a soft, genuine smile, “Thank you, for uh, helping me out.”

Your cheeks flushed, “It’s no problem, really!” You scratched the back of your neck, looking up at him.

Roger’s face warmed up at the sight, and before he knew it, he was already leaning towards you, unknowingly cupping your cheek with his one hand.

His eyes looked into yours, and you felt as if you got lost in his oceans for eyes.

“Roger,” You breathed, his lips only inches away from yours, your hands holding onto his. “Is this alright?” He asked softly, looking at you fondly, his hand still cupping your cheek.

You smiled and then nodded, before finally crashing his soft lips against yours.

The next day, you were currently sitting beside Roger on the dining table, quietly chewing on your toast until Freddie walked in with a smug smile.

He looked at the both of you with the same smile before asking, “Was that the two of you I heard last night?”

You almost choked on your coffee, letting out a few coughs before Roger answered, “Yeah, we were practicing.”

Freddie let out a soft chuckle, “Ooh, It was more than the Galileos I’ve heard,” He sipped on his coffee, trying hard not to burst into laughter.

You looked at Roger with wide eyes, in response, he looked at you with raised eyebrows. Shit, were we that loud?

“As much as I hate to cut your...couple breakfast short, but Rog needs to finish recording,” Freddie said, teasingly, before walking out the door.

Before Roger stood up to follow his the lead singer, he gave you a quick, soft peck on your lips, making you blush once again.

But, before he could leave, you softly grabbed his wrist, looking at him with a smirk,

You and Freddie were currently in the recording room, you were pacing around, while Freddie was chilling on the couch while listening to your rant, “I’m telling you, Freddie, this bitch had the audacity-” You were interrupted by the door opening, revealing Brian. Your breath hitched, and laughed nervously, “H-Hello, Brian!” He gave you a soft smile which made your heart flutter, “Hello, (Y/N), Fred.”

He casually walked inside the booth to make sure his guitar was in tune, and when he walked in, Freddie let out a huge laugh, slapping his knee, while you just glared at him. “That was classic!”

He managed to say while laughing. You just crossed your arms, cheeks blood red, watching your friend laugh his toes off.

But, what you did not know, is that Brian feels the same way whenever he’s around you.

When Freddie finally arrived, late, again, the boys all walked inside the booth, preparing their instruments. Brian was a little disappointed when he noticed you weren’t present. He was the last to walk in, but then he noticed someone walking in the room holding a cardboard carrier with four cups inside while he was inside the booth.

When he realized it was you, he kept walking inside, his eyes glued to your figure. You were wearing a yellow button-up shirt, a black mini-skirt, and topped with a brown beret on your head. He thought you were absolutely breathtaking, his thoughts were interrupted when he tripped over a cable, and his face made contact with the carpet floor.

You gasped when you heard a loud thump from outside the booth, seeing Brian groaning on the floor. The other three boys in the same room just laughed, John helping him up. Miami spoke onto the microphone, “Brian, you okay?” Brian just stood up, wincing, but giving Miami an ‘okay’ sign with his three fingers before limping towards his guitar.

Roger nudged him on the side, “What were you looking at, hm?” He smirked, subtly gesturing towards you,  who was currently talking to Miami behind the glass window. Brian glared at him, but his cheeks were blushing a thousand shades of red, realizing that his crush just saw him trip and fall on his face. He really felt like a teenage boy all over again.

Everyone knew it, the boys knew, hell, even Miami knows, that you and Brian really like each other. Brian has been trying so hard to try to ask you out, but he just couldn’t gather up the courage to do so, and when he did, he would back out at the last minute. The boys were already getting impatient, and of course, Freddie had a plan.

It was Friday night, and you were currently stuck in the recording room. Sitting down on the couch, papers scattered all over the coffee table. You rubbed your temples in frustration, sighing heavily. Miami needed these papers done by tomorrow morning, since the boys were set on another tour in a couple of weeks.

Your head was pounding, you just wanted to go home, take a hot bath, and get a proper snooze. However, you really needed to get these papers done so you could keep your job, so you just fought the urge to pass out and tried to finish up your work.

After what seemed like an eternity, you finally finished up those goddamn papers. You fixed all the papers together inside an envelope, and then fixed up the room. You were about to head on out until you saw a curly-haired figure run towards you, “Wait!” He shouted. Your heart stopped, “Brian, what are you doing here?” You asked, trying to ignore the blush creeping on your cheeks.

He stepped inside the recording room, trying to find something, “I forgot my wallet,” More like Freddie took his wallet from his pocket and left it here so Brian could come back. He found it under a cushion pillow on the couch, “Found it,” He raised it up, smiling. You smiled back, not knowing what to say.

“But, the real question is, what are you doing here?” Brian said as walked towards you. You gulped, “Oh, Miami needed some paperwork done so I stayed behind,” You fidgeted with your fingers. Brian frowned, because he knew you were working too hard on yourself and you barely got any sleep. “That’s not good, you should be sleeping by now.”

Your heart fluttered at the fact that Brian was actually concerned for you. Still blushing, you smiled shyly, and shrugged, “Well, I’m heading home now so hopefully, I do get that sleep,” Brian gave you a soft smile, “Then, let’s head out, now.”

You grabbed your coat and put it on before heading outside in the cold London weather. “Do you have a ride home? Because if you don’t, I can drive you home,” Brian offered. You shook your head, almost frantically, “Oh! You really don’t need to, my flat is just a bus ride away,” But Brian insisted, “It’s no trouble really, plus, it’s dangerous to be out alone this late.”

Eventually, you said yes, of course. Being the proper gentleman he is, He even opened the car door for you, and you stepped in, thanking him. The whole car ride to your flat was silent, except for the occasional directions you would give him and the soft music playing from the radio. You and Brian had never been alone like this before, and it was nerve wracking. You couldn’t help but stare at his perfectly shaped face while he was driving, How could someone be THIS handsome? You thought, cursing your bloody crush on him.

When you finally arrived at your flat, Brian once again opened the car door for you and walked you to the front door. You looked up at him, smiling softly, “Thank you so much for the ride, Bri,” He felt his neck warming up, and his heart pounding, “Oh! Uh, no problem, (Y/N),” He stuttered.

This is it, Brian thought, It’s now or never, “Actually, (Y/N), I wanted to ask you something,” He said before gulping. You raised your eyebrows at him, “What is it?” Brian breathed in, “W-Would you like to go out sometime? Like, just the two of us?” He managed to say, his cheeks burning up to a million degrees. Your eyes widened, while your heart did a flip, Brian May wants to go on a date? With me?, You were speechless.

When Brian saw the shocked look on your face, he immediately said, “I understand if you don’t want to go, it’s alright really-” Brian was interrupted, feeling a pair of soft lips on the corner of his mouth, barely missing his lips. “I’d love to, Brian,” You looked up at him, staring at him with sparkling eyes and a fond smile.

Brian grinned, “Tomorrow night?” You giggled, before responding, “Tomorrow night,” His heart soared, before pulling you into a tight hug, and then pulling away to kiss your forehead, “Good night, (Y/N),” He said softly, his hand still on your cheek. You responded with putting yours on his as well, “Good night, Brian.”

He began to walk backwards, towards his car, grinning and not taking his eyes off of you. You giggled at his behavior and waved at him. When he waved back, you gave him one last smile before walking inside your flat. When you were out of sight, He whispered a little ‘yes!’ and fist pumped, before getting into his car and finally driving away. And he couldn’t stop smiling.

Bonus:

As you were about to put another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth, the loud ring of the telephone interrupted. Groaning, you got off the couch and lazily walked over to it. Putting the phone to your ear, you immediately hear the loud voice of your best friend, Lucy.

“(Y/N)! Love, what are you doing tonight?” She bubbled. “Oh, I’m just chilling-” Cutting you off she shrilled, “You better not be drowning yourself in sweets and watching that bloody show again!” With that response, you frantically looked around the room, as if Lucy had put a hidden camera somewhere.

“You are, aren’t you?” She asked, even though she knew the answer. “Well, it is what I normally do,” You said, a bit shamefully, then hearing a sigh on the other line. “Okay, whatever, listen, Bri’s band has a party tonight, and I am demanding that you come.”

You knew better than say no to Lucy, plus, you will finally get to go out for once. So, when you accepted, she squealed, “I’m picking you up in an hour! Wear something slutty!” Your eyes widened at her comment, but before you could answer back, the other line went dead.

You sighed, Well, I best be getting ready then. You dug through your closet full of jumpers and jeans, and chose a dress you haven’t worn in a long time. It was a short black dress, with long sleeves, and a plunging neckline.

Once you’ve done your makeup and wore your dress, you took a look at your mirror. I look damn good. You gave yourself a pat on the back. Hearing a car honk from outside, you assumed it was Lucy, who’s probably with her rockstar boyfriend, Brian.

You knew about Queen, in fact, you listen to them a lot, and you know what they look like. However, you haven’t really met Brian, nor the band properly yet, so, you really don’t know what to expect tonight.

Grabbing your purse and putting on your heels, you hurried down the stairs and headed towards your front door. Once you opened it and walked outside, you expected to see your best friend waiting there with her curly-haired boyfriend. Instead, it was a blond man wearing a white leather jacket with an unbuttoned black shirt inside, exposing his chest.

You squint your eyes in confusion, as you walked nearer. He just stood there, an amused smirk appearing on his lips. “Are my eyes deceiving me or are you Roger Taylor?” You asked, still confused. He chuckled, “Hopefully the latter.”

Is there a man out there?

Someone to hear my prayer

“Hang on, I thought Lucy was supposed to- Oh,” Of course, You thought, finally realizing that Lucy knew that you, aged twenty-four, still has not had a serious relationship yet, she probably set you up with her boyfriend’s band mate. To be honest, you’re not complaining.

“She set us up, didn’t she?” You looked at Roger, before he gave you a cheeky smile, “Guess she did, and I have to say, she didn’t disappoint,” He smirked. You looked away, trying to fight the redness suddenly appearing on your face. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get in,” Roger opened the car door, gesturing for you to come in. And oh, boy, were you in for a treat.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

You didn’t know how this happened, but it did.

It hasn’t even reached midnight yet and you were here, locked inside a fancy-looking loo, sitting on the marble sink countertop, while a certain drummer was standing in between your legs, burying his face into your neck, planting wet kisses all over.

You moaned softly before mumbling, “Thank you, Lucy,” Both your hands resting on his shoulders. He chuckled at your statement, sending vibrations down your neck. He continued until his lips reached the skin that was showing because of your dress’ deep neckline.

He slowly looked up at you with dark eyes, before crashing his lips onto yours. Your hands became entangled with his soft blond hair, while his both his hands were cupping your cheeks. His hips began to slowly grind against you, both of you moaning into each other’s mouth.

After what seemed like an eternity, you both finally pulled away, eyes wild, lips swollen. You felt something poke at your inner thigh, and you looked down to see Roger’s friend paying him a visit. “Well, hello there,” You smirked, before looking up at Roger.

He pulled you even closer, his eyes never leaving yours, “Need you,” He mumbled. “You are not fucking me inside a loo, mister,” You giggled, placing a quick kiss onto his lips. “Then let’s just leave,” He groaned, creating more friction with his hips against yours.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

You let out a soft moan, before wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead against his, “Let’s go to my place, you are my man after midnight after all.”

He chuckled, obviously getting the song reference,