Omg I freaking die every time I see this video. The Microsoft sound doesn't make it any better💀💀💀💀
This chapter is going to be short because I'm just trying to put in some content sksk
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"—one turd, y/n's tits, John deacon" Freddie said into the microphone.
Confessionals
"Today they're recording their new song One Vision" - you
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"YEAH YEAH YEAH! One sex position!"
"What" I laugh out from the other side of the glass.
"Chicken feet baby!!"
—Roger comes out of the drum booth and snatches his shades off like he always does. "How was that?"
Freddie replays Roger's drum solo and I can tell from the way he's movie his body that he's feeling it."You know I think for this, you should use dada dada pshhh cause the-the two" Freddie tried to explain to Roger what he wanted to do to the drums but it looked like his brain crashed. "Dadadad pshh" Freddie did again.
"Y/n explain to him-" Fred turned to me for help. "I-" "yeah ok" Roger cuts me off but still looks confused.——
Roger and Fred bounced up and down on the chairs. "No stop it" I tell them they continued to do it. "Right now. You're going to ducking break the chairs...again"
Confessionals
"Why do I always have to be the mom...that's Brian's job" - you
"Um that is incorrect because according to-" Brian
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I heard something loud break from me. "Roger what'd you do?!" I immediately blame. I hear Freddie laugh and I see Roger on the floor laughing. "He broke the chair!"
"See what happens when you don't listen to me?"
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FanfictionImagines of Ben Hardy and his portrayals of Roger Taylor and Warren Worthington. I am doing request so messages me anytime if you want a imagine. All formats are going to be in "y/n" even if you do request, I will not put personal names for the re...