#joe mazzello!john deacon imagines

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi

could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

-

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

-

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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#borhap #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #joe mazzello #ben hardy #gwilym lee #bohemian rhapsody #imagines #x fem!reader #freddie mercury #rami malek #bohrhap

[simphq]

So i an absolutely obsessed with Queen and the film Bohemian Rhapsody. I love the cast and so I decided to write a Joe Mazzello story. Feel free to add some ideas if you would like to!! So Here is the backstory and first chapter!

• Your Roger Taylors child

• the story is set around the filming of bohemian rhapsody

•most focused on the real life experience than their ‘online life’

•if you have any ideas lmk 😁

•Thanks for reading x

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@therealy/n

Therealy/n Glad to be on set x

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Benhardy we look fantastic 😏

Mrgwilymlee Love it when your on set ❤️

joe_mazzello you should come on to set more!

therealy/n @joe_mazzello ill see what i can do 😁

Brianmayforreal the boys looked amazing today! Bri

Rogertaylorofficial the boys worked really hard today and it was wonderful to have you on set today my darling.

ramimalek who is the handsome man at the end i wonder??

Benhardy @ramimalek me duhh 🙄

Therealy/n @benhardy in your dreams blondy

Lucyboynton1 i wish i was on set today 😭

Therealy/n @lucyboynton1 ugh me too i felt lonely without my other half today 😢

#queen band #bohemian rhapsody #joe mazzello #ben hardy #rami malek #lucy boynton #gwilym lee #roger taylor #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #adam lambert #queen imagine #fluff #romance

[michelle-is-writing]

Baby Sister, Joe Mazzello

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader where reader has given birth to their second daughter and Joe’s mom brings their daughter to the hospital and Joe and reader introduce their daughter to her new baby sister?

Word Count: 840~

The bright and early sun was what woke me up this morning, my eyes quickly adjusting to the light as it fell over Joe’s sleeping form in the hospital recliner. Soon after I woke up, a nurse entered our room with our newest addition to the family, Amelia, keeping quiet as she tried not to stir the sleeping baby in front of her, plus the grown man asleep in the corner. It was around feeding time, so she was probably hungry. Thankfully, she latched on without any issues, and soon after she began feeding, she fell back asleep once more.

Holding our brand new baby in my arms was exciting for me. It had been a few years since I gave birth to Lillian, so being able to hold someone so little was new to me again. As I held her, watching her little eyes twitch every so often, I found myself reminiscing on all the times Joe and I learned something as brand new parents. All of the moments I found myself surprised as I watched Joe never grow mad or agitated once with me or our baby. I had spent so many years of my childhood with my parents doing exactly that, and I hoped I would never be in a relationship like that. Instead, I met Joe, and instantly I knew he was different from the rest.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I hear a groggy voice beside me say, bringing me out of my thoughts. Turning my head toward Joe, I smile at his tired face just as he gets out of the chair and comes over to me and Amelia. Sitting on the edge of my hospital bed, Joe watches as Amelia sleeps against my chest, wrapped in a pink blanket and her tiny fist resting against my skin. His face only grows with happiness before he leans forward and gives me a gentle kiss. “To have pushed out a little human and still look as great as you, man,” Joe zones off, giving me an almost dopey smile. “I’m so lucky you love me.”

Before our sweet moment can continue, a gentle knock sounds against our hospital door, causing Joe to call out, “Come in.” Once the door opens, our three-year-old comes bounding into the room, face full of smiles and utter excitement. Behind her stands Joe’s mom, an almost tired look taking over her face as she watches her granddaughter run to my bed. However, Joe quickly catches our little girl in his arms before she can reach us, and instead, he carefully leans her down so she can get a better look at her new baby sister.

“Wow,” she draws out, her hazel eyes wide as can be. I thought maybe with Amelia, there would be a chance for one of the girls to have my eyes since Lillian’s were a complete match to Joe’s, but no. As soon as I saw Amelia open her eyes for the first time, I knew they were an exact match to Joe’s once again.

“She’s so pretty, mommy,” Lillian says in complete awe, completely entranced by her little sister. “You did a good job, mommy,” she further tells me, nodding enthusiastically. Her words make me laugh, all while Joe nods his head with her.

“She did, didn’t she?” He agrees with her, gently holding her a bit closer so she can get a better look. “You and your sister get all your looks from mommy, not daddy.”

“Oh hush,” I tell him, flashing him a grin as I shake my head. “Both the girls have your eyes, and there’s no denying that nose,” at my words, Joe looks between the girls as the smile on his face softens, seeing that my words are true. I don’t know how he hasn’t noticed that before.

“They’re simply beautiful,” Joe's mom speaks up, walking closer so she can see her brand new granddaughter. Her eyes glaze over with tears at the sight, looking between me and Joe before placing a hand on his shoulder. “You guys make such perfect babies,” she tells us, making my eyes glaze over with tears as well.

Leaning Lillian down to sit next to me on the hospital bed, Joe reminds her to be gentle, but she doesn’t need to be reminded. She won’t even move as soon her knees hit the mattress, and instead, she settles for gazing at her sister in awe once more. “Remember this moment,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss the wavy hair adorning her head. “Because when you two get older, you might not like each other.”

“I could never, mommy,” she promises, a smile remaining on her face.

“We’ll see when you’re teenagers,” Joe murmurs, giving me a smirk. Looking between him and the two girls, I can’t help but feel so content and happy with my situation. I’m so happy to have the love that I have from my family, and I love that the man I get to call mine loves me deeply too.

#joe mazzello #Joe mazzello x reader #Joe mazzello imagine #Joe mazzello imagines #Joe mazzello x fem!reader #john deacon #John deacon x reader #john deaky #queen x reader #queen imagine

[justiceformeplease]

Hey sooo um yes i know i have not posted for about a few months maybe since last year?? I don't even know how long it has been but i know it's been a while and I'm sorry for not posting but i have lately been kind of stressed with school and life problems and i know that isn't a good enough excuse but i really am trying my best and stuff.

Since I'm finishing exams tommorow people can send requests that i could do over the summer and stuff

People i write for :

Ben hardy

Joe mazzello

John deacon

Roger Taylor

Kirk Hammett

Eddie Munson

Tasm Peter Parker

Warren Worthington

Serj tankian

Daron malakain

Btw i usually write x FEM!readers but i can also do male as well, i will usually do fem if there is no indication that you want male!reader

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #eddie munson #warren worthington iii #queen #roger taylor #john deacon #tasm!peter imagine #ben hardy imagine #eddie munson x reader #kirk hammett #serj tankian #daron malakian #fem reader #male reader #x reader #fanfiction

[eileen-crys]

Re the borhap film (I've seen discussion on your feed): 2 things come to mind. There are at least 4 references to John songs in the film including SYW which i am sure was done to keep Deacon family happy (luke also met Joe Mazzello during filming). Also I read chrissie mullen asked for her scenes to be cut according to the daily mail. The fact that the plot is all over the place reflects the fact that they had to weave together a superficial script whilst not offending various people with a stake in Queen's history. It was always going to be full of clichéd banalities for that reason.

Yup yup. Everything is very washed out, as if they were scared of making this movie. On one side it's understandable and I'm glad they didn't make it grotesque and all about sex/gay sex and drugs, because honestly Queen were debauched, but compared to other bands... not AS much. I've seen the Mötley Crue movie as well and that was the opposite 😅 A movie focused on their music and history was perfectly doable without falling in shitty stereotypes or potentially offensive situations.

On the other side, they went so lightly on everything, probably out of "respect" that everyone is a bidimensional caricature with a few one-liners, little relationship with each other, and just the very surface of what could've been. They were so scared to offend them or make a mistake that went on the safe but empty way: don't do anything with the characters.

I've read about Chrissie and I understand that she's very private and given the timeline I imagine they would've shown a bit more of her and Brian as a couple and she wanted to avoid drawing too much attention on her because of what happened irl later. (Fun fact: I was about to say she's the only one that gets her name said out loud, in the WWRY scene and Brian calls her on stage, but I just rewatched the party scene and Dominique's name also gets said out loud by Freddie and he basically insults her. Boo 😅)

There's definitely been lots of rough cuts and patches in the script.

[ron-do-i-get-to-sing-my-way]

Joe Mazzello singing Purple Rain karaoke has me rolling on the floor in tears, and the CARDBOARD BEN CUTOUT HELPP

(Why is this the sort of unhinged thing I can imagine John Deacon doing too, the chaos is unmatched)

Look at this and tell me this man is normal.

#onlywantuseeyou #in the AUGHAHAHPURPLERAIN #AHGHPURPLERAINAHHHHH #*full body seizure* #~benny benny bennybennybenny~ #joe mazzello #non sparks nonsense #Youtube

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Halloween & Christmas Writing Challenge

OKAY SO, 

I’ve decided that I want to do another writing challenge for both Halloween and Christmas but I wanna involve you lovely lot. 

Halloween

Halloween will be one fic per day for 15 days [up until 31st October].

Since I’ve had no requests for this one I’ve changed the challenge

Fics will be song fics & outstanding requests will be done as and when I can get around to them

Christmas 

One headcanon/imagine per day for 25 days.

Most likely a dating would include or NSFW Alphabet 

If you have someone you want either of those for REQUEST!!

I love writing for yall so if you do have something you want me to write please feel free to request for this challenge 

Big love

PS

As always I will take on any request as best I can but I can obviously write a lot better when I know the material a bit better 

Stuff I’ve written for before

RPF

Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Robert Downey Jr, Aaron Johnson, Austin Butler, Elvis Presley, Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, Ben Hardy, Robert Pattinson, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, David Tennant, Matt Smith, Andy Samberg, Dylan O’Brien, Rob Lowe, Patrick Swayze, John Krasinski, Jamie Parker, Jesse Williams, Taron Egerton, Richard Madden, Harry Styles, Bradley Cooper, Freddie Flintoff, Gwilym Lee, Joe Mazzello, Tom Fletcher, Dougie Poynter, Roger Taylor, Brian May, John Deacon, Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas Disney ColIn Jost, Bo Burnham, John Mulaney, Adam Hills, Greg Davies, Alex Horne, Ed Gamble, Russell Howard, James Acaster, 

Franchises

Marvel, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Twilight, City of Bones, Gone, Doctor Who, 

TV

Supernatural, Sherlock, Friends, Desperate Housewives, How To Get Away With Murder, That 70s Show,  New Girl, Gilmore Girls, Once Upon A Time,  Glee, Jane The Virgin, Teen Wolf, B99, Parks and Rec, How I Met Your Mother, The Office, Ratched, Defending Jacob, Downton Abbey, Criminal Minds, CSI, CSI NY,  Saved By The Bell, Greys Anatomy, Ghosts, Derry Girls, Friday Night Dinner, Sex Education, The Crown, Nashville,

Film 

Mamma Mia, Grease, The Outsiders, The History Boys, IT, Bohemian Rhapsody, Elvis, Goodfellas, 

#my posts #writing challenge #halloween challenge #christmas challenge

[mirkwoodshewolf]

The pipe player; John Deacon x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this one was a bit of a struggle cause when it comes to John I can't help but write a bit of fluff because c'mon LOOK AT HIM. HE'S A CINNAMON ROLL!!!! BUT THERE IS A DARK THEME STILL IN THIS STORY SUCH AS ABUSE AND A SCENE OF AN ALMOST ATTEMPT RAPE (Not with Deacy but another character) so IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DON'T. READ. IT!!! My feelings won't be hurt if you skip this part cause again I felt nervous writing it. So other than that, that's all I have to say, hope you all enjoy this part and I hope to have Brian's and the LAST HALLOWQUEEN fic up hopefully next weekend or before Halloween.

Intro to series

Taglist:

@psychosupernatural​

@plethora-of-things​

@ixchel-9275​

@waddles03​

@geek-and-proud​

@mexifangorl​

@queendeakyy​

@coolcxt​

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As you are walking around you suddenly come across one of the kids you recognized from the show during the pipe player’s routine. She was a little girl around 4-5 years old with blonde hair and green eyes holding a brown rabbit plushie in a blue trench coat.  You notice how she’s frantically looking around and her face is in absolute fear. Feeling heartbroken seeing a little girl so scared in a pretty scary place like this, you walk up to her.

“Hey sweetie.” She turns to look at you and she greets you shyly.

“Hello.”

“My name’s (y/n), what’s yours?”

“Laura.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Laura. Are you lost sweetie?”

“I was trying to look for my daddy, but I think I lost him in the crowd. He told me to head back but I forgot my bunny Mr. Wiggles here. I just found him and now I can’t find my daddy!” She begins to tear up so you comfort her.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. It’s okay. We can look for him together, okay?” she sniffled and said.

“R-really?”

“Of course. Here take my hand so we don’t get separated okay. I’d hate to lose you to a place like this.” She wiped her nose on her sleeve and takes your hand.  As you walk around, you ask her what she can remember that her dad looked like.

But she can only remember that he had dark brown hair.  So that ruled out some of the people that were in the audience and left with what over 1000 more to go.  Soon you both hear a voice.

“Laura? Laura! Laura lovie where are you!?”

“Daddy!” Laura lets go of your hand and immediately takes off.  You panic and race after her calling out her name.  But then you soon see her being picked up by the pipe player, the two of them hugging each other.  So—the one girl in the act was actually his daughter.

“Oh Laura my sweetheart, my darling. Why didn’t you go immediately backstage after the act like I told you?” he asked sternly.

“If I may interject, it wasn’t her fault. She lost her rabbit and she was trying to find him.” You explain to him.  He looked towards you before looking back down at Laura.

“Mr. Wiggles’ is scared of the dark. But it took me forever to find him, when the lights came on I founded him.”

“Well, I do know how Mr. Wiggles feels about the dark so I’m happy you found him. But next time come tell me if you lost him, I thought someone had taken you away from me.”

“I sowwy daddy.”

“It’s alright poppet. You’re safe now, and that’s all I can ask for.” He kissed her forehead and hugged her close.  You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat at the warm family reunion.  “Now go on, join your brothers and sisters in the trailer.”

He sets Laura down but before she leaves she runs up to you and hugs your legs.

“Thank you (y/n).”

“You’re very welcome Laura. Keep Mr. Wiggles close so that he doesn’t get lost again.” She nodded before finally taking off running.

“How can I ever thank you for finding her?” the pipe player said.

“No thanks are necessary. It’s heartbreaking to see a child separated from their parents.”

“Believe me, it’s heartbreaking on the opposite side. I don’t know what I would’ve done had she been kidnapped by some of the freaks that come see our shows.” You nod in agreement because some of them did look rather shady to you.  “Oh where are my manners, I’m John Deacon.” He introduced himself.

“And as your daughter has said, my name is (y/n).” the two of you shake hands with each other.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything that I can do as thanks for finding my daughter? Can I make you some hot chocolate or a warm cuppa?”

“Well…I wouldn’t mind some tea.”

“Right this way.” He guided you towards the back to a four-train like trailer and he guides you towards the main one and inside you see a kitchen as well as three boys roughhousing it up with each other.

“Robert! Luke! DeAngelo how many times have I told you to stop roughhousing in the living room!” John proclaimed in that father-voice.

“But dad Robert and DeAngelo stole my Nintendo switch!” Luke proclaimed.

“Robert. DeAngelo is this true?”

“Well he was game hogging!”

“He wouldn’t let us play a game!”

“I don’t wanna hear it now. You have embarrassed me in front of a guest!”

“John it’s okay….” You try to say but he gently interrupts you by saying.

“No it’s not. Alright boys, as punishment all three of you are not allowed Nintendo for a week.”

“What!?!” all three of them exclaimed.

“Okay two weeks.”

“But dad….” Robert started off but John interrupted.

“Three weeks, wanna go for four?” he raised a brow at his three sons and they remained quiet. “Okay now the three of you go to your rooms and I don’t wanna hear another pipe or rattle out of you.” The boys all chanted out in a mantra-like state.

“Yes father.” Then as they walked out DeAngelo hit Robert over the head while Robert pushed Luke against the back, the three of them muttering angry hisses at each other.

“I am so sorry you had to see that (y/n).” he apologizes to you.

“No, no trust me I’ve seen worse. My cousins Derek and Cody used to go full on out MMA fighting style all over an X-box. My uncle literally took the thing and threw it out the second story window just to get them to stop.”

“Wow, maybe I should take a page out of your uncle’s book and try that.” Said John as he got out the mugs and prepared the tea.

“Please take a seat anywhere.” You opted for the velvet chair since it was the only thing that hadn’t been tipped over in the three boys squabble.

“Hey John.”

“Hmm?”

“If—if you don’t mind me asking. DeAngelo is—is he…..adopted?” The reason you asked that was because unlike Robert and Luke, DeAngelo was a black kid around 10 years old.

“A runaway actually.”

“Runaway?” you question.

“Yes. You know how when you’re a kid and when you’ve always claimed that if you were going to run away, you’d run and join the circus.”

“Yeah.”

“Well that was the case with DeAngelo. We found him about 4 years ago in Chicago. He was—difficult to deal with at first, but that was until I found out the reason why he ran away.” He comes in with two mugs of tea and hands you one as he says grimly, “His father was an abuser.”

“No.” you gasp.

“Yeah. I noticed a few cigar burns on his hip one night and confronted him about it. And ever since then I’ve been looking after him.” Ohh what a saint.

“If—you don’t mind me asking John….”

“I think in the light of the matter you can call me Deacy. All my friends do.”

“So—we’re friends now?”

“Anyone who saves one of my kids I would consider a friend. I hardly ever let the other three I work along with near them. All except Brian.”

“He’s the—underwater act?”

“No that’s Roger. Brian’s the sorcerer.”

“Ohh yeah. Sorry.”

“No, no, no need to apologize. I tend to remember him because only a sorcerer like him could have hair like that. I’ll bet he’d keep the same hairstyle even when he’s old and grey.” You couldn’t help but giggle. “Anyways what were you going to ask?”

“Well, again if this isn’t crossing any lines but I was wondering….how many children do you have?”

“Well I consider all the children who came up on stage mine. But by blood I’ve got six.”

You choke on your tea at the number.  Six kids?! But he couldn’t be older than his early or mid-20’s.

“Does that come as a surprise to you?”

“Well I mean—you don’t look like someone who would have six kids.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that I was—”

“No, no it’s fine. Roger always calls me a prolific for having so many kids at such a young age. But I can’t help it. My wife and I always wanted a hundred kids.” At that statement you felt your heart secretly break a little.

Of course he was married.  I mean he was cute and all so how could a girl not fall for him.  He just—had this warmness to him that makes you feel like he’d not only be the perfect husband, but the perfect father.

“But sadly though I could only give her six.”

“Whys that?”

“She passed away about nine months ago. Breast cancer.”

“Oh Deacy I’m…..I’m so sorry. How—long were you both married?”

“It feels like a lifetime. An eternity. There was no one else like my Veronica.” His eyes held such sadness and heartbreak at the mention of his wife. “But—I promised her that any kid I would find from here on out, it would be ours. And I guess she keeps delivering to me more kids. All thanks to this.” He then took out his pipe from his undercoat pocket.

“Did she make it?”

“Yeah. It was on our first anniversary together. She said that any lost child that could hear the real tune of this pipe, can feel like they can do anything they wish.” So that’s why some of this boys were able to flip over the 20 volunteers all in a line, or were able to juggle things while balancing on a ball, or jump over 30ft into a pool of water.

“I wondered about some of those stuff the kids were doing. If that had been me, I would’ve chickened out.”

“Now I doubt that. Belief is more stronger than fear, if you can believe it, anyone can do it. Now since you’ve seem to know my life story, I think it’s only fair I get to know yours.”

“Oh no I—don’t wanna bore you to death with my tale.” You say trying to get out from sharing your life story.

“Oh no, no, no, no. I always teach my kids equal trade. If they argue about something, I tell them both to share their sides of the situation. So c’mon out with it.”

“Well…..” you trail off and take another sip of the warm tea before setting the mug down on the table that Deacy had put right side up just as he had sat down on the couch.  “My childhood was—a bit on the…..iffy side.”

“How do you mean?” he questions with a puppy-like head tilt.

“Well,” and you can’t explain how or why you suddenly started telling Deacy your life story.  Maybe it was his aura that made it feel like you can just tell him anything. “When I was six, my mom died of bladder cancer. So I know how hard it is to lose someone to cancer.”

“Oh (y/n). I’m so sorry to hear that. I—kinda know how it feels like to lose a parent at such a young age. My father died suddenly out of nowhere. I was lost for years till I met Veronica. Had it not been for her, I would’ve been kept in my shell.”

“It’s a good thing she did find you then.” You say with a smile.

“Did—anyone take care of you after your mum passed away?”

“Well both grandparents on each of my parent’s side were dead. My mum was an only child and my dad’s brother couldn’t afford to take care of me since he was dealing with my cousins who were teenagers at the time.”

“So your dad was the only one to take care of you?” at the mention of your father, you shift in your seat uncomfortably and nervously pick at your nails.  Unconsciously your shoes start to rub against each other and you can feel yourself getting a little clammy. “(Y/n)? (Y/n).”  You snap out of your daze.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?” his eyes look at you with the utmost concern, like he’s approaching a frightened child.

“I—I’m sorry Deacy I-I-I was just….it’s…..” you start to ramble over your words and he gets down in front of you and says.

“Hey, look at me.” His takes your sweaty palms and squeezes them comfortingly. “Your cry-talking love, take a few deep breaths with me before you talk again.” He guides you through some breathing exercises to help you calm down.

You follow his guidance and he helps bring you back down to earth and calms the hysteria you were about to go under whenever it came towards your father.

“Better?” you sniffle and nod.

“Let’s just say…..I know exactly what DeAngelo went through growing up. But worse.” John’s eyes widen in horror as he couldn’t believe it.

“You mean……”

“Please John I…..I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” You shudder in fear as you begin to close yourself up.  John immediately agrees and apologizes profusely in a gentle voice as he pulls you close to him.

You struggle to get out of his embrace because the only time your father ever hugged you, was to teach you a lesson. The more you struggled, the tighter he would hold you until you almost couldn’t breathe.

“(Y/n), (y/n) (y/n) relax. Shhh. No one’s going to hurt you. Shhh, relax. Shhh.” He tried to soothe you but you were still frantically thrashing about.  He hold you close with one arm and with the other reaches for his pipe and begins playing a soft tune.

Almost like magic, you stop thrashing and begin to calm down as you allow John to hold you close in his arms.  It was then you realized this wasn’t a punishment at all. It was a hug. A real, actual, comforting hug.

You’ve always wanted one but due to your father’s favored ‘lesson’ you feared that anytime someone was going to hug you, they were giving you a punishment which left you a bit touch-starved if you were honest.

But now being in Deacy’s strong but gentle arms, the music soothing you in one ear and in the other one his heartbeat assuring you everything would be okay.

Slowly but surely you lift your arms up and cling onto Deacy and bury your face into his chest.  He continues to play his flute and it further relaxes you.  Once the muscles in your body go completely relaxed and you finally stop fighting and just cling onto him like a child, John sets his flute down and places his free hand on top of your head, stroking through your hair.

“I’m so sorry (y/n). Had I known what—I should never have asked you to share such a personal story about your father.”

“It’s okay Deacy. That’s—actually the first time I ever spoke up about it to anyone.”

“Really?” You nod. “Well—I thank you for your trust. I know it couldn’t have been easy to tell me that. Even if you don’t include the graphic details, it’s still brave of you to tell me.”

“I would hardly call myself brave.” You state grimly towards yourself.

“Now don’t go putting yourself down like that. You are strong, just like DeAngelo, just like all the other abused children I find and take in.” he cups your face and stares right in your eyes. “Repeat after me. I. Am. Strong.” You at first don’t say it but with the same look he gave his boys earlier but in a more gentler way, you finally say.

“I am strong.”

“Louder.”

“I am strong.”

“C’mon from the gut. I am strong!”

“I am strong!” you proclaim loudly, he grins at you and he says.

“You damn well are.” You smile and thank him but he tells you there’s nothing to be thankful for.

“DeAngelo’s fortunate. You gave him a second chance. He deserves to be loved and protected by someone like you.”

“But don’t you think you deserve a second chance?”

“It’s too late for me.” You both remain silent before you say after a sigh. “I should get home now, it’s getting late.”

“At least me walk you to your car.”

“Ohh no thanks, I don’t want to keep you away from your kids, besides it’s probably their bedtime soon right?”

“Yeah, I guess. But are you sure you wouldn’t like some company to see that you get home safely?”

“I’m sure.” You stand up but before you leave, you shyly ask permission for one last hug.  John laughs softly but gives you a warm hug.

“You never have to ask me permission for a hug (y/n). Maybe next time I’m around we can spend a little more time together.”

“I’d like that.” You bid John a goodnight and finally leave the circus.

As you arrive home, you hang the keys up along the key ring beside your door when you suddenly hear movement in the house. You freeze because your roommate said that she was gonna be out of town till after Halloween.

And when she makes a confirmed date on when she knows she’ll be out, she sticks to it.  You slowly close the door and immediately turn on the lights but you see no one.  You try to calm yourself down thinking it was just your mind playing tricks on you again.

After showering and brushing your teeth, you walk towards your room only to see a horrifying sight.  Sitting right there on your bed was your father.  He stared soullessly right at you, his eyes cold and hardened.

“About damn time you showed up.” You are frozen right at your spot trembling in fear. “Took me for fucking ever to try and find this place. But when I finally did, boy did I have a field day.”

“H-ho-how…..”

“You should know that I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere. Now I’m gonna teach you a lessons for leaving me you ungrateful bitch.” Your adrenaline kicked in and you fled down the stairs trying to get out the door but to your horror it was blocked shut with the coffee table, kitchen chairs, stools, and a couple of small tables that were used as placements for photos.

You try to hide in the kitchen in the pantry closet but you can hear your father’s voice call out.

“Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide little brat. You’re caught by the cat, and he’s gonna have fun with you. Especially now that you’re older.” Oh god he—he was really going to…..

To your horror the pantry door opened and in his hand you even more terrified because he now held a gun in his hands. He cocked it and forcefully pulled you out of the closet and tossed you down to the ground.

“Take your clothes off.”

“Please don’t do this.” You begged as tears streamed down your face. Without warning he fires a shot close to you, the ringing in your ears making it clear that the next shot he wasn’t going to miss.

“I said strip!” his voice muffled.  Now you had no choice.

You slowly begin taking off your shirt first then your pants until you’re in nothing but bra and underwear.  You father looks down at you lustfully but just before anything can happen, a suddenly burst of wind came blowing in as the windows suddenly were pulled up.

A green bolt of lightning struck and there standing between you and your father was John.  

“D-D-Deacy?” you softly whisper.  He turns towards you and takes off his jacket and covers you up with it, to give yourself your decency back.  He cups your cheek and tells you while making direct eye contact with you.

“Sleep.” You don’t know why, but almost immediately you begin to feel tired as you feel yourself collapse towards the floor.  But John catches you and gently sets you down.

*3rd Person POV*

Once John sees (y/n) fall asleep, he quickly directs his attention to her father.

“Who the fuck are you!” demanded her father.

“I am known throughout folklore in in almost every culture. I have been described in many ways, it is not who I am. But what I am.” As John spoke, a green aura of magic surrounded him.  His greenish-blue eyes changed to a haunting gold, his skin changed to a dark greyish tone, horns sprout from his head, his face grew grimmer and his canines grew into fangs and his nails grew sharper till they reached a point.

But what began to intimidate (y/n)’s father the most were the giant 7-9ft black feathery wings that shot out from his back. He held out his hand and almost by magic, her father was flung across the room towards the barricade he had built to keep his daughter in.  He groaned but then was forced up and felt himself being choked.

John stood before him and just glared at him with soulless yellow eyes.

“You’re…..a monster.”

“Takes one to know one.” John then shoved his hand into (y/n)’s father’s chest taking a hold of his heart.  He groaned in agony before Deacy pulled it out.  Surprisingly he didn’t die. “Ho—how am I?”

“Still alive? Because I’m allowing it. For now.” John took a couple steps back and continued, “Whenever it comes to human manipulation, faes need a power source from the individual they want to control. And there’s no better control than the heart. I’m surprised you even have one.”

Then with a firm squeeze, her father lunged forward crying out.  John continued to squeeze his heart in his hands making him feel every ounce of pain he’s caused (y/n) in the past.

“So literally, your life is in my hands.” He squeezed even tighter and just stared as her father continued to groan and cry out in agony.

“ENOUGH! STOP IT!!”

“Stop it? Did you stop? Did you stop when you forced your daughter to take off her clothes? When she begged you to not beat her? Or when you used a form of affection as a punishment method by constricting her like a snake!? Did you stop then? So why should I?” Finally the heart began to crack and soon a crunch sound was heard and the screaming and crying ceased.

As John slowly opened his hand, all that came pouring out was dust.  Her father’s corpse collapsed to the ground and lay there motionless.  He nonchalantly blew the dust off his palm and said as he glared down at her father.

“She’ll no longer be in fear of you anymore. And she’ll get the second chance she deserves.” He then looks over towards (y/n) and gently picks her up bridal style, making sure that she’s still covered up in his jacket before flying out the window.

He flies back towards the location of the circus and walks towards

the left wing.  There some kind of ritual was set up.  Candles were lit up and essence were burning a calming lavender scent.  At the center of the circle of candles and essence, there was a Celtic design drawn all around the inner circle.

He placed (y/n) on top of the design and prepared some sort of powder.  He mixed some liquids together before pouring it into a small bowl of sand.  Using some chopsticks he stirred it up till the sand turned blue.

He poured some of the sand into his palm and poured it around (y/n)’s body.  Then he took some of that sand and gently brushed it across her forehead and down her nose.  He took out his pipe and began playing a tune that he’s played before one a few occasions.

The powder around (y/n) suddenly sparked into blue fire and her body began to glow in blue magic dust.  The light grew brighter and brighter until the flames suddenly diminished and the light faded away.

Now instead of the normal aged (y/n), she had now been turned back to how she was at five years old.  John soft smiled at her and stroked her cheek before picking her back up in his arms, his jacket now burying her small body as he carried her into the girl’s bedroom trailer where Laura and his 4 other adopted daughters slept.

He changed her into one of Laura’s clothes since they were now the same age.  Allowing his magic to bring back the human disguise he kept he stayed and kept watch over her because he knew what the spell would also do to her once she woke up.

*2nd Person POV*

You wake up to find yourself in a strange room that you don’t recognize.  In fact you can’t even remember how you got here, or who you were in fact.

“Hello poppet.” You quickly turn your head to see a man with short brown hair and warm, gentle eyes.  You couldn’t put your finger on it but something about him felt—right.

“Hi.” You said shyly.

“Do you know your name?” he asked you.  You think about it but nothing came to mind.

“No. Is—is that bad?” you asked nervously.

“No, no not at all.” He said assuringly as he strokes your hair gingerly.  “How do you feel about (y/n)?” you think about it and you nod with a soft smile. “That’s what I was hoping for.” He says gently smiling back at you.

“Is—is daddy coming home?” you ask fearfully. He looks at you confused and asks you.

“Why would you think that?”

“He—he always gets mad when I try to run away. What if he finds me? Please don’t let him find me!”

“Hey, hey, hey shhh shshshsh it’s okay poppet. It’s okay. Your daddy won’t ever find you.” He says as he takes your tiny hands into his large ones.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He says as he gently lifts his hand to gingerly stroke your cheek.  You slightly flinch thinking you’d eventually get hit but as you kept feeling that gently stroke of his thumb on your cheek, you slowly began to realize that he wasn’t like your real daddy.

You don’t know why but you find yourself getting up and you slide off the bed you’re on and sit down on John’s lap and cuddle into his chest and cling onto him like a koala.  

He smiles down at you lovingly and slowly wraps his arm around you.  Still feeling a bit afraid since this was the common punishment your old dad used to give you, you tense up but John assures you.

“Shhh, shh. It’s okay poppet. It’s okay. This isn’t a punishment.”

“What is it then?” you ask.

“It’s called a hug. It’s something people do to show affection to one another.” You take in his words and said.

“I like hugs.”

“I like them too. And so do your brothers and sisters. That is if you want to get to know them.”

“So—I can stay?”

“Only if you wish to love.”

“I wanna stay. I don’t wanna go home!”

“And you never have to. I can take care of you love. I’m gonna give you the second chance that you deserved.”  You cling onto his tighter and bury yourself deeper into his chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat.

Meanwhile outside the magician Brian along with the cat tamer Freddie stood outside and Freddie asked.

“He did it again?”

“Yep.” Answered Brian.  “What is this—the fifth one this month? He’s been going overboard. Soon enough he could get us caught.”

“Oh let him have his kiddies, after all he and I are in the same boat when it comes to our children. He has his kids, I’ve got my cats.”

“You’re a psycho Fred.” Freddie chuckled sinisterly.

“A lovely psycho darling. But Deacy uses his powers for good and he gets rid of the arsehole parents around the world. Plus it might be good having another little Deacy child around. They at least make Roger a softie.”

“Don’t go there kitty cat!” Roger’s voice called out from his tank.

“And don’t call me kitty cat blondie!” Freddie hisses.

“Alright you two break it up!” Brian comes to stop the two entities.

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[deaksownthis]

I wonder how many times y/n has gotten a UTI for not peeing after sex

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[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

Queen & Bohemian Rhapsody Masterlist

Band x Reader

Ikea Saviors

War to End All Wars

Brian May x Reader

Sleepy Studies

Golden Days

Dance with Me

Braiding His Hair

Written in the Stars (on hold)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Man Out of Time (on hold)

Part One, Part Two

Roger Taylor x Reader

Light of My Life

Typical Taylor Tantrums

Uno Out

Smile

Don't Surrender

Remember

Taking Care of His Injuries (HC)

Angry Chihuahuas

Loves Cars (HC)

John Deacon x Reader

Something like This

Freddie's Rewrite

Freddie Mercury x Reader

You're a Legend, Fred

Joe Mazzello x Reader

Pew Pew

Bringing Sexy Back

Every Little Step

That's a Wrap

Marry You

Funny Voices

Gwilym Lee x Reader

Losing it All

Ben Hardy x Reader

Hell to the No

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[ethereallovr]

FAMILY OF FOUR (series)

requested by @tumfrblr123

Hey! I was wondering if you could write a series about ben hardy and reader raising their daughters? For the kids could you do 2 girls and a boy and as for the reader's profession could she be a veterinarian?

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it was quite shocking to everyone when ben hardy had announced he would be having a child. somehow he and his ‘mysterious lover’ (as the news liked to call her) had managed to hide their relationship so well and for so long.

on the 19th february 2019 ben’s child was born and finally his partner was revealed. y/n y/l/n, the reason why they couldn’t find out much about her was due to her career. she worked as a vet and most people assumed ben would date another actress due to his past relationships.

when amara hardy was born all of ben’s fans (including his friends) went crazy; joe especially. there were times when the couple got scared joe would run away with the baby and claim it as his own. but joe was her ‘favourite’ uncle, when really lucy was the favourite. then, ryan reynolds came along when ben started working on 6 underground. and that man might as well have took amara off ben and y/n. amara had such an obsession with ryan.

now a year later the whole thing with covid happened, and being stuck with a one year old isn’t the best thing. ben and y/n couldn’t even spend alone time with each other. but luckily for them, it wasn’t long until they could see and meet people. which meant they could hand amara off to lucy and rami who were at the time staying close to finally catch up with the couple. and once they heard that amara needed looking after, they jumped straight to the opportunity.

and that's how warren and pixie hardy came into the world. twins; born on the 5th january 2021, the day after ben’s birthday. and yes, warren was named after warren Worthington, one of y/n’s favourite characters that ben had played. then, pixie being named after pixie from the movie ‘pixie’. y/n loved that movie, especially because ben had to use an irish accent, which always made amara giggle when she heard it.

now when the twins genders’ were revealed, ben was ecstatic to finally have a baby boy. he was sick of his two favourite girls ruling the house. so he couldn't wait to have a ‘little man’ (as he use to call warren when y/n was pregnant) help him ‘run’ the house. 

but nothing changed. with 3 girls vs 2 boys. the girls overpowered. but ben and warren always disagreed. warren would shake his head quickly anytime amara brought it up, seen as she could slightly talk as she was nearing two years old in less than a month.

ben had been the sweetest man and dad. when y/n were pregnant with amara, he would constantly talk to the unborn child. promising he would bring happiness to her life, how he would be the best dad, he would sometimes read stories to her once the doctors told them that she could hear their voices. ben had worked himself up, worrying that she wouldn’t recognise his voice when she was born.

when ben could finally show his girlfriend and his new born daughter off to the world he was ecstatic. he just posted them. everyone thought ben might have died or something as he hadn’t appeared on his own social media for ages. it was just y/n and amara. but obviously, everyone that they were friends with loved it. especially ryan.

ryan might as well have been the mum and dad of amara. he would ‘facetime ben’ to see how ‘he’ was. when really ryan wanted to see ‘his child’. ben found it adorable. so did y/n. but what y/n loved more was ben playing around with amara.

when she was younger ben would play little games, silly ones that made them giggle. things like peek-a-boo, mimicking the ‘ahs’ and random noises amara made, playing football with a blow up ball; even though amara couldn’t walk yet.

but this is what made y/n glad to be with ben. he cared. more than she thought anyone could. he loved their kids and he especially loved her. from the moment he saw her, he knew. some would call it love at first sight.

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i hope you guys enjoyed part one to this!! and thank you so much to the person who requested this! i have a few ideas in mind for the next parts. and i’m excited to write this!

i hope you guys don’t mind the names i chose, amara was completely random. and i just thought naming the boy warren and the girl pixie was funny. especially because in the movie ‘pixie’ pixies last name is hardy. i also recommend the movie ‘pixie’ if you haven’t watched it!! ben was so funny in it. anyways!! i will try and upload as much as i can, but i’m so busy and i just don’t always have the motivation to write!

this chapter was mainly an intro to amara, but the other chapters will include the twins of course!! bye!! :)

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

REQUESTS

please feel free to request things that you would like to read.

as you know i do write for Eddie.

but for Wednesday characters I'll write for Xavier and Ajax. NO Tyler. we do not like tyler, Tyler is no good.

also, i feel like i want to write for Roger Taylor and John Deacon from Bohemian Rhapsody, so you can request something for them too if you want

(that includes Joe mazzello and any of his characters)

but yeah.

if you went to see something, please say so because i do need ideas, and i would like to give you guys what you want

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[johnricharddeacy]

The only thing that’s keeping me alive right now, is this GIF:

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[radiogagaga]

[Roger in the zoo]

Roger: What are they in for?

Zookeeper: This isn't a prison.

Roger: So they can leave.

Zookeeper: Well, no.

Roger, pointing at a penguin: I bet that one killed somebody.

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[benismyqueen]

Here comes the sun. 7

A/N: ¡Solo queda una parte más y el epílogo! Disculpad si hay algún fallo o algo, no tuve tiempo de editarlo.

Advertencias: Un poco de angustia.

Palabras: 6076 (!¡)

Alina durante semanas no supo que decisión debía tomar. Al principio Blaine lo entendió, no era una decisión que debía tomarse a la ligera, pero después de tanto tiempo empezó a preocuparse.

Ella principalmente pensaba en que deseaba ella, sin pensar en nadie más, pero tenía tanto miedo de la respuesta, que siempre terminaba pensando en los deseos de Blaine, y en lo mucho que él la amaba. Era muy afortunada de tener a su lado a una persona como él.

Durante todas estas semanas también evitó a los chicos, cualquier cosa que tuviese que ver con Roger la enfurecía. A menudo vió a Mary, quién sin mencionar al rubio (sabía que algo gordo debía de haber sucedido, aunque ninguno de los chicos dió detalles), le hizo llegar lo mucho que los chicos la echaban de menos. También le hizo llegar la buena noticia de que se irían de gira mundial con su nuevo disco en dos semanas.

Eso la revolvió el estómago. Nunca habían estado tanto tiempo fuera de casa, y sabe que su padre los ama demasiado y querrá hacer una comida de despedida. Y sabe que no podrá evitar para siempre a Roger. Por mucho que le gustaría volver a verlo despu��s de la gira, cuando hayan pasado meses, vuelva con una muchacha en su brazo, y puedan olvidar lo que se dijeron aquel día.

Pero sobre todo lo que más teme, es que al verlo pueda sentir que tomó la decisión equivocada, sentir que el tuvo razón y no cree que pueda vivir tranquila sintiendo que se equivocó. Pero no puede hacerle eso a Blaine. Él la quiere y ella le quiere. No puede arriesgar lo bueno que tiene por una persona intermitente. Por mucho que le quisiese desde los diecisiete. Ya no es una niña, y él tampoco.

Está terminando el registro de la tienda, cuendo suena el timbre que avisa de un nuevo cliente.

"Vaya, sigues viva" Brian entra con las manos en los bolsillos de sus pantalones.

"¡Brian!" No fue consciente de lo mucho que lo había echado de menos hasta ese momento. Pero rápidamente su vista vuelve a la puerta.

"He venido solo" Suelta el aire que no sabía que estaba conteniendo. "Bueno Freddie quería venir, pero necesitaba hablar contigo. ¿Cómo estás?"

Se encoge de hombros. "Estoy algo agobiada, tengo toda mi habitación desordenada, ya sabes llena de cajas... la mudanza..."

"Me refería a Roger"

"No sé si quiero hablar de él" Vuelve su vista a los papeles, esperando que Brian desista. Lo que no sabe es que después de conseguir que su amigo se abriese con él, no piensa detenerse. Nada es tan difícil como hablar con Roger.

"Él si me ha hablado de ti" Miente. Después de aquel día ignora su existencia. Si alguien menciona a la chica se vuelve silencioso y ausente. Y la otra parte del tiempo se la pasa siendo un insufrible e insoportable. Ya nadie le aguanta. Y tenía dos opciones. Hacer que ambos hablen y arreglen sus problemas, o terminar con la banda.

"¿Qué de mi?" El intento de Alina por sonar indiferente es lamentable.

"Te echa de menos" Directamente nunca mencionó esas palabras, pero es evidente. "Deberías hablar con él"

En ese momento Alina sabe lo que está haciendo. Roger nunca ha dicho eso.

"Entonces debería venir él y decírmelo. Y quizá con unas disculpas me pienso si quiero hablar con él." Brian rueda los ojos mientras suspira. No puede ser que ambos sean igual de tercos.

"¿Por qué no puedes dar el paso? Hazlo por nosotros, por los que tenemos que lidiar con su mal humor. Realmente te echa de menos. Y se arrepiente"

"Claro que no se arrepiente" Roger nunca se arrepiente de nada de lo que hace o lo que dice. Quizá si de la forma que lo hace, pero nunca por hacerlo. Si hace algo o dice algo es porque realmente así lo sintió en ese momento. Y a día de hoy sigue sintiendo lo que dijo a la chica. Quizá debió ser antes, o quizá de otra forma, pero siente que hizo lo que sentía, y no se arrepiente.

"¿Sabes que tu padre en unos días hará una comida de despedida?, ¿realmente dejarás que ese día sea el de vuestro incómodo reencuentro?, o mejor aún, ¿dejarás que se vaya sin arreglar las cosas?"

Si, quiso responder. Aunque sabe que lo echará muchísimo de menos, y que todas las noches tendrá la necesidad imperiosa de llamarlo, de decirle que está todo bien y que quiere a su amigo de vuelta. Pero aquel día todo cambió. Y no sabe si algún día podrán volver a estar como antes.

"No creo que sea buena idea. He tomado una decisión, necesitaba su apoyo, y él tomó su propia decisión. No hay nada más que hablar."

"Alina te lo suplico" En ese momento pudo jurar que Brian casi cae a sus pies suplicando. "Ve a verlo y haced las paces" Puede ver en sus ojos suplicantes la desesperación. "Estos últimos días ha estado actuando probablemente tres veces más el imbécil que es. Normalmente es gracioso, pero está siendo desagradable y un gilipollas. Nunca he conocido a un chico con un talento como el suyo para caer mal a los demás, y todos sabemos que de no ser por su encanto personal, ya lo habría golpeado. Así que por favor, habla con él. No te pido que seas amable, simplemente ve a verlo, para que así deje de atormentar a todo el mundo."

"Roger no es mi problema" se limita a contestar. "Y debería comportarse como un adulto y comprender que no tiene ningún derecho a decir esas cosas."

"Roger no tiene el derecho a decir el noventa por ciento de lo que sale de su boca a diario. No es como si eso lo hubiese detenido antes."

"¿Por qué le importa de todas formas? No tiene nada que ver con él."

"La cosa es..." Brian no sabe de donde está sacando la paciencia para no abrir sus ojos a la fuerza. "En su mundo, todo tiene que ver con él."

"Esto no"

"Escucha" El moreno pone sus manos sobre sus hombros. "Conozco a este chico desde que es un niño, y hasta hace muy poco ha luchado por superar unos traumas y una parte de él que aún no conoces. Y honestamente, me da igual, porque este hombre siente cosas por ti."

Omite el hecho de estar terriblemente enamorado, quiere ayudar a su amigo. No venderlo.

"Y tú no has tenido el intenso, y digo intenso disgusto de aguantarlos a ambos desde que os conocéis. Estabais tan ocupados odiandoos que érais incapaces de disfrutar del amor, complicidad y cariño que teníais en vuestros días de calma. Tampoco has tenido el placer de escucharlo hablar de ti todos los días durante años, mientras intenta llegar a un término con sus sentimientos."

Toma una profunda respiración.

"Alina. Como Roger es un maldito cobarde, vas a ser tú quien de el primer paso. Y honestamente, si no te importa sacarlo a él de su miseria, al menos sácame a mi de la mia. Sé la indicada, por favor."

Antes de que pueda pensar siquiera en lo que está pensando contesta. "Hablaré con él."

Tal y como Brian dijo, dos días antes de dar comienzo a la gira mundial, Rich se encarga de organizar una comida. Y a pesar de lo que dijo, no habló con Roger. Quizá por eso está tan nerviosa de camino a casa, lleva algo más de un mes sin verlo.

"¿Estás bien?" La mano de Blaine aprieta su muslo.

"Si" Alina está distraída mirando por la ventanilla del coche. "Solo llegamos tarde, ya sabes lo puntual que soy y me pongo nerviosa..." Empieza a divagar poniéndose aún más nerviosa mientras Blaine se ríe.

"Cariño, es tu familia" Recuerda. "Hace tiempo que no les ves, ¿cierto? A los chicos digo"

Con todo el alboroto de la mudanza había conseguido no alarmar a Blaine, pero si que se había dado cuenta que de pronto ya no llegaba tarde a sus citas con él por ellos, Roger no la buscaba para ir al estudio y ella ya no contaba ninguna anécdota de su día cada vez que se juntaba con ellos. Pero no tuvo el corazón de preguntar por temor a la respuesta.

"Bueno, ya no soy una niña para perseguirlos a todas partes, cada uno tiene su vida y con la mudanza..." Nota como se pone aún más nerviosa lo que hace que empiece a sentir pequeñas taquicardias.

"Oye" Blaine masajea su muslo. "Tranquila, solo es una observación. Quizá deberías invitarlos a casa. Cuando ya esté todo" puntualiza.

Sabe a lo que se refiere. Durante semanas estuvo reacia a llevar sus cosas al piso. Al principio dijo que primero deberían poner todo el piso en orden y con los gustos de ambos, los muebles, la pintura de las paredes... Todo lo necesario para sentirse en casa, de alguna manera su subconsciente quería retrasar el momento de poner su ropa en el armario, y sus productos en el baño. Y eso les llevó a cambiar tres veces el color del salón, hasta que finalmente se dieron por vencidos. En ese salón y con esos colores jamás podría bailar con Blaine.

"Sí, sería genial" Miente. La única manera de que Roger entras en su casa con los pies por delante.

Su mente viaja a la habitación de casa de sus padres, están casi todas sus cosas en cajas. Casi. Es incapaz de meter algo sin echarse a llorar. Y hoy que van de visita llevarán sus cosas a casa. Finalmente.

"Mira, ya están" Llegan al viejo vecindario de sus padres y a lo largo de la calle pueden ver diversos coches desfilando, además de mucha gente asomada a la ventana.

No sabe como consigue hacer que sus piernas funcionen correctamente hasta la puerta, pero no tiene tiempo de recuperarse de su nudo en el pecho cuando Blaine llama a la puerta.

"Alina" Los brazos de Vicky la sujetan con fuerza y abrazan su cuerpo temblando.

Cuando cruza el umbral de la puerta escucha el murmullo del salón y el grito de su sobrino de tres años.

"¡Alina!" Deaky se levanta cuando ve a su amiga. "Demasiado tiempo"

"Siempre un placer" Brian la saluda con un movimiento de cabeza sin levantarse del sofá.

Blaine está saludando a Freddie mientras este le sirve una copa de vino tinto.

"Ey, ¿qué pasa tío?" Roger saluda a Blaine dándole una palmada en el hombro. Un buen saludo, sin duda obra de Brian. "Hola Miss desaparecida"

Tenía muchas dudas de lo que sentiría al ver a Roger después de tanto tiempo, y de como se darían las cosas. Y ahí está, frene a ella, a un paso, con su pelo rubio un poco más corto y una sonrisa tirando de sus labios. Tan jovial y despreocupado... Si no fuese por los movimientos de sus dedos que lo hace parecer ansioso.

Y ella vuelve a sentirse igual que a los diecisiete.

Las palabras 'Eres un hijo de puta, Roger' mueren en sus labios cuando siente una mano en su pierna.

"Tia, tia, tia" el pequeño Will intenta llamar su atención tirando de su pantalón. "Ya voy yo solo al baño"

Su hermana Debbie rueda los ojos divertida. Realmente se lo está diciendo a todo el mundo.

"¿En serio?" Roger corta el momento incómodo ya que Alina parece que olvida por un momento como hablar. "Mi madre aún debe acompañarme"

Will se ríe y persigue a Blaine probablemente para decirle a él también lo adulto que se siente.

Roger da un paso acercándose a ella. No parece ni furioso ni triste, pero no sabe exactamente qué decir. Abre la boca varias veces pero no dice nada. Vicky corta el incómodo momento entrando con la comida.

"Vamos, a sentarse"

Cada uno toma su sitio en la mesa, y casualmente Roger y Alina terminan en frente.

Nadie parece percatarse de sus miradas incómodas, ni sus silencios en la mesa. Rápidamente hay varias conversaciones sobre la gira y de fondo el tintineo de los cubiertos.

"¡América!, ¿quién lo diría?" Exclama Rich.

"¡Quién lo diría!, ¿verdad Alina?" Mary saca a su amiga de sus propios pensamientos. "¿Recuerdas cuando íbamos a ver a estos perdedores?"

"Solo recuerdo la bebida. Era asquerosa" Bromea con una sonrisa.

"Entonces, ¿por qué ibas?" Pregunta Blaine con una sonrisa.

"Por la música medianamente aceptable."

"Digna descripción de tu padre, Brian" Deaky bromea.

"Aún recuerdo una tarde que entré en la tienda y vi a Roger y Alina, ¿os acordáis? Estábais escuchando la demo del primer disco."

En ese momento varias cosas pasan a la vez. Roger se atraganta con el vino, Deaky y Brian se miran confundidos y Alina se pone roja mientras titubea. A todo esto Blaine les observa con el ceño fruncido.

"¡Papá!, ¡era un secreto!"

"¡Oh vamos!, han pasado años, ya ha preescrito" Rich no es del todo consciente de la bomba que acaba de soltar en la mesa.

"Pensamos que la idea era mostrárselo juntos" Deaky mira a Roger que se encoge de hombros.

"¡Realmente te emocionaste!" Freddie señala a la chica. "No puedo creer que fuese falso"

"No fue falso"

"¿Recordáis sus gritos cuando le enseñamos la cinta?" Brian les hace recordar a todos ese momento.

"Todo falso" Freddie lamenta mientras niega con la cabeza.

"Oye, realmente estáis perdiendo el foco importante. Roger fue a mostrarme la cinta. Yo no lo pedí" En ese momento sus miradas se cruzan.

"Bueno..." Con una sonrisa y la ceja alzada dice "Yo recuerdo como me quitaste la cinta de las manos."

Alina jadea.

"Tendrás valor..."

"Te dije que querían mostrártelo juntos y debía ser nuestro secreto" Un escalofrío recorre su espalda cuando dijo 'nuestro' "Y accediste"

Rich sonríe con la copa de vino en sus labios. Sin quererlo había conseguido sacar a los chicos de esa nebulosa incómoda.

"Dinos Roger, ¿cuántas veces más nos has traicionado?" Brian pregunta apoyándose en la mesa.

Antes de que Roger pueda asegurar que nunca más enseñó a la chica ningún disco, lo cual sería una mentira a medias, ya que alguna canción que le hacía extrema ilusión si que se la mostró, Alina habla.

"Bri, ¿recuerdas aquel regalo alucinante en las navidades de 1971? En verdad yo lo elegí" Roger abre desmesuradamente los ojos.

"Era un regalo alucinante." Freddie habla recordando el obsequio "Debimos sospechar que no era idea de Roger."

"Para empezar" Roger se dirige a sus amigos. "Soy perfectamente capaz de hacer regalos alucinantes. ¿A que sí?" Pregunta mirando a la chica.

En ese instante todos se pierden. No tienen ni idea de lo que está hablando.

"¿Cómo lo hiciste?" A su vuelta después de esas navidades se lo preguntó muchas veces. ¿Cómo consiguió hacerle un regalo? Pero siempre respondía lo mismo.

"Magia" Responde con una sonrisa. Blaine no se pierde la media sonrisa cómplice de Alina, ni el intento de esconder la sonrisa de Maisie. Siente que conoce más a su novia por Roger y los chicos, que por ella mima.

Blaine carraspea haciendo que la chica aparte la mirada de Roger.

"El otro día vimos el concierto" Comienza otra conversación en la que pueda ser partícipe y no sentir la conexión de Roger y su chica.

"Fue alucinante" Maisie exclama "No podía elegir una canción favorita pero keep yourself alive me recordó cuando era una niña."

"Lo sigues siendo" Maisie saca la lengua a Alina.

"Nuestra favorita fue somebody to love, ¿verdad?" Blaine mira a la chica quién se pone un poco tensa.

"En verdad disfruté mucho de 39'" Tiene una mirada cómplice con Brian. Le trae buenos recuerdos. Roger disimula una sonrisa.

"¿Pero no es raro?, ¿verdad?" Alina sabe lo que está a punto de decir pero por alguna razón mira a Roger y no lo detiene. "Quiero decir, 39 es una canción preciosa y a continuación tocáis fat bottomed girls"

"Escribí ambas" Brian no sabe si sentirse ofendido o sentir pena por Blaine que no sabe donde meterse.

Alina y Roger comparten una mirada y ambos intentan contener la risa. El rubio toma la copa de vino para disimular la sonrisa, pero cuando escucha la pequeña risa de Alina no aguanta más y se le escapa una carcajada haciendo que el vino se le salga por la nariz. Entonces Alina empieza a reirse más fuerte.

"Lo siento" Entre risas Roger se disculpa mientras se limpia con la servilleta.

Brian esta vez está encantado de ser él, el que corte el silencio tenso en la mesa. Sabía que no había manera en el mundo de que Roger y Alina estuviesen juntos y fuesen incapaces de seguir teniendo esa conexión. El amor está ahí, en los pequeños detalles.

Roger y Alina siguen compartiendo miradas cómplices aunque no participan en la conversación.

En algún momento alguien pone música de fondo, tal y como hacían en todas las reuniones.

"¡Alina!, escucha" Maisie grita mientras sube un poco más el volumen. Todos se callan expectantes hasta que escuchan la canción.

Un escalofrío le recorre el cuerpo y siente un sudor frío por su espalda. Llevaba tiempo sin escucharla.

Here comes the sun.

"¿Recordáis su obsesión con esta canción?"

"Siempre la ponía en todas partes" Mary sonríe con el recuerdo.

"Tengo la teoría de que cada vez que se quedaba en silencio, escuchaba esa canción en su cabeza" Freddie asiente a las palabras de Brian.

"Siempre llevaba esa cinta, nos la ponía en la furgoneta" Deaky recuerda haciendo sonreír a Roger.

"La cantaba siempre. No había forma de escuchar la canción y no asociarla con ella" Rich pone de nuevo el vinilo, repitiendo la canción.

Y toda la conversación se ve interrumpida por Blaine. "¿En serio?"

"¿Nunca te puso la canción?" Maisie pregunta incrédula. Roger mira a la chica con el ceño fruncido.

"No" Casi suena más a pregunta.

"Tampoco es tan importante" Alina se pone realmente nerviosa, igual que en el coche. "Solo es una canción"

"Eras muy pesada" Recuerda Maisie.

"Cállate" Esta vez suena más agresiva.

"Pero Alina" Maisie frunce el ceño. "Pero si cantabas esa canción con todo el mundo"

Blaine la mira preocupado.

"Bueno, nosotros hemos compartido muchas canciones"

Alina siente que está a punto de ponerse a llorar. Se siente acorralada, y siente que no está siendo sincera.

"Bueno" Vicky se levanta de la mesa intenta ayudar a su hija. "¿Quién de mis tres hermosas hijas será la que me ayude a recoger los platos?"

"Bueno, Alina llegó tarde a propósito para no poner la mesa, sería lo justo que ella te ayude." Debbie bromea para romper el hielo. Alina no contesta, se levanta y casi corriendo huye a la cocina. Roger siente el impulso de seguirla, pero siente la mano de Freddie en su muslo y no lo hace.

"Está bien cariño, ¿qué ocurre?" Vicky cierra la puerta de la cocina tras ella. Alina está con la vista en el fregadero lleno de platos y cubiertos sucios. Si hace unos segundos sentía un nudo en el pecho y los ojos llenos de lágrimas, ahora siente que hiperventila, le cuesta respirar y sabe que si empieza a llorar, no podrá parar.

"No sé mamá..."

"Está bien, está bien" Coge a su hija en sus brazos y la abraza fuerte. "Está bien mi amor. Ven, siéntate"

Las lágrimas corren por sus mejillas y se sienta en la silla obligada por su madre.

"Estás pasando por una mudanza, te vas a vivir con un chico increíble y estás a punto de empezar una vida como mujer. Está bien. Es duro irte de casa, pero seguimos siendo tu familia, no nos iremos a ninguna parte" Alina niega con la cabeza incapaz de decir algo. "¿Recuerdas cuando se fue Debbie? Siempre venía a dormir los fines de semana aquí, hasta que se sintió lista. Está bien. Sentirte como te sientes está bien."

No sabe lo mucho que necesitaba oir esas palabras. Durante semanas había retenido todos sus sentimientos, y lo había conseguido porque siempre venía un día posterior donde seguía durmiendo en su cama, entre sus cuatro paredes, y aún podía soñar que tenía diecisiete años y que al día siguiente podría ir al estudio con los chicos. Pero esos días se acabaron, ahora su vida sería diferente y no estaba lista. Y sabe que no debería sentirse así. Debería tener miedo por todo lo que puede salir mal, pero no sentir que está tomando la decisión equivocada.

"¿Tú te sentiste así?"

Vicky no tiene el corazón de ser sincera ni de contestar esa pregunta.

"No todos vivimos las mismas situaciones igual."

Vicky fue feliz el día que durmió con Rich por primera vez en su hogar. Pero la diferencia es que su hogar nunca fueron cuatro paredes. Su hogar era donde el corazón de Rich y sus hijas estaba. Da igual en esa casa, que debajo del peor puente de un barrio pobre de Londres.

"No debería ser doloroso"

"No. No debería. Seguir esto" Pone su mano sobre el pecho de su hija, donde reside su corazón. "Nunca puede ser doloroso."

"Siento que si hago lo que siento haré daño a la gente que me quiere." Por primera vez se sincera con su madre. Todos sus miedos, y todo el dolor que siente en su pecho. Y todo lleva un nombre.

Por un momento piensa que todo es culpa de Roger, que si tan solo no hubiese sido tan egoísta de decir lo que siente en el momento menos indicado, ella no se sentiría así ahora. Por su culpa siente que debe pensar en él, y vuelve a sentir todo lo que sintió por él. Pero una pequeña parte de ella siente que puede que tenga razón. Que puede que esté equivocada, que todos los caminos siempre le han llevado a él. Siempre él.

"La gente que te quiere te seguirá queriendo. Es inevitable que nadie salga herido. Lo único que quiero es que no seas tú. No mereces sentirte así.

"Si, lo merezco" Se le rompe la voz y las lágrimas vuelven a llenar sus ojos. "Lo merezco"

"No cariño, no" Vicky vuelve a pasar los brazos por su cuerpo, abrazándola.

Lo merece. Debe ser sincera con Blaine, y no lo ha sido. Quizá en un principio no lo fué de manera inconsciente, pero ahora es consciente. Sus sentimientos que se habían quedado dormidos, después del toque de Roger habían despertado más furiosos que nunca. La queman por dentro y con más fuerza cada vez que intenta retenerlos.

"Eres mi hija. Y ninguna de mis hijas lo merecen."

"Tú eres mi madre, tu deber es apoyarme siempre. No eres objetiva"

"Como soy tu madre, te conozco" Sin ser demasiado explícita sabe lo que intenta decir. Sabe a lo que se refiere. "Te conozco mi niña"

Esta vez es Alina la que abraza a su madre. En algún momento la hace daño de lo fuerte que tiene sus brazos en su cintura, pero no se queja. Poco a poco sus brazos se relajan y permiten que Vicky se mueva un poco. Alina ya ha dejado de llorar y se apoya con un brazo sobre la mesa.

Su madre se da la vuelta y empieza a fregar en un silencio cómodo. Quiere ayudarla, pero cree que por mucho que pueda decir, no es de su boca de quién necesita esas palabras. Solo puede sentarse a su lado, escucharla cuando se sienta lista, y apoyarla en todas sus decisiones. Aunque no le gusten.

"Os vi" Alina rompe el silencio mientras su madre seca con cuidado una olla. Hay algo doméstico en hacer las tareas, se siente como una niña de nuevo, y vuelve a sentir esa comodidad y confort para hablar de nuevo. "A papá y a ti"

"¿De qué hablas, cariño?"

"Un domingo. Debíais pensar que Maisie y yo estábamos dormidas. Pero oí pasos en el salón y decidí bajar." Tiene una sonrisa mientras recuerda el momento. "Me quedé sentada en las escaleras. Estábais papá y tu bailando. Te decía algunas palabras en el oído y tu sonreías mucho. En algún momento debió cantar algunas frases de Here's comes the sun."

Vicky siente como el aire sale de sus pulmones.

"No sé cuanto tiempo estuve ahí, quizá diez minutos. Maisie se despertó y dejásteis de bailar."

Vicky ahora entiende un poco su obsesión con esa canción. Pero no lo entiende.

"No lo recuerdo, cariño"

"¿Qué?"

"No recuerdo. No sé, no recuerdo todas las mañanas de domingo de nuestras vidas"

El corazón de Alina se hunde. Para ella es un recuerdo precioso. Quizá el momento en el que se dió cuenta del gran amor de sus padres, y para ella es muy importante. No entiende como su madre puede no recordarlo.

"Pero mamá..."

"No entiendo por qué es tan importante, cariño, hemos tenido muchos bailes."

"Pero..."

Vicky deja de secar todos los cubiertos y se sienta en la silla a su lado

"Cariño. A esto me refería." Vicky empieza a entender un poco más a su hija. Toma su mano sobre la mesa y la acaricia. "Para mi ese baile no es importante, no significó nada. ¿Sabes por qué? He tenido millones de bailes con tu padre."

"Pero estábais felices"

"Bueno, gracias a dios siempre soy feliz con tu padre. Escúchame" Aprieta su mano y sonríe a su dulce niña. "Para mi todos los días son días extraordinarios. Tu padre siempre me hace sentir la mujer más afortunada del mundo, y siempre todos los días me demuestra todo su amor. Por eso ese baile no lo recuerdo, me es imposible recordar todos los buenos momentos porque para mi, desde que lo conocí me siento inmensamente feliz. Y todos los días me recuerda lo mucho que nos amamos. Lo que no entiendo es que significase tanto para ti."

"Me di cuenta de que os amábais. No sé." Frunce el ceño. Ahora no sabe que fue lo que marcó tanto ese recuerdo. "Simplemente os vi felices."

"Pues cariño. Eso es lo que deseo para ti. No deseo que un baile sea tu recuerdo más feliz. Deseo que vivas tantos momentos felices todos los días que te sea imposible recordarlos todos. Deseo que siempre seas amada, y que ames todos los días. Qué no dejes un día en blanco sin haber amado a la persona que tienes aquí." señala su corazón con el dedo. "Mereces ser feliz siempre."

Alina empieza a entender a su madre. Sabe qué quiere decir. Pero todo en su cabeza sigue siendo un lío enorme.

"Te quiero mucho mamá."

"Lo sé cariño" Esta vez se abrazan con tranquilidad. Están tan cómodas sintiendo el amor que se tienen, que no sienten cuando abren la puerta.

"Mis chicas favoritas abrazándose y no me invitan. ¿Habéis dejado de quererme?, dime Vicky, ¿me pedirás el divorcio? solo que sepas que tendrás que denunciarme, no pienso firmar esos papeles." Rich se apoya en la puerta con una sonrisa en los labios.

"Que cosas dices" Vicky se levanta arreglando el vestido.

Alina les mira con una sonrisa. Se están mirando como aquel día. Y como todos los días.

"¿Qué pasa?" Rich mira confundido a su hija y luego a su mujer. "Oye venía a decirte que no es por presión, pero siguen tus cosas en cajas en tu habitación, y hay cosas por ahí tiradas..."

"Tu padre está emocionado por convertir tu habitación en un estudio de pintura."

Rich abre la boca pero no es capaz de llevar la contraria a su esposa.

"Tranquilo papá. Está bien" Coge la indirecta y se levanta de su silla. Cuando sale por el umbral de la puerta siente que el peso sobre sus hombros ya no pesa ni duele tanto. Blaine se levanta al verla, pero se queda en el sitio cuando Alina lo detiene. "Iré a recoger las cosas. Prometí a mi padre que lo haría, tiene prisa por echarme de casa" Bromea mientras se aleja por el pasillo.

Roger y los chicos se miran confundidos. No saben que puede haber pasado en la cocina pero algo bueno debió ser. No parece la misma que entró.

"Chicos" Vicky aparece en el salón con Rich a sus espaldas. "Amo a mi hija, pero todos aquí sabemos que no podrá recoger todo ella sola. Roger hijo, ¿podrías ayudarla?" El chico se sobresalta, pero contento de tener una escusa por seguirla, se pone en pie y casi corre por el pasillo.

Alina está frente a su cama, dando la espalda a la puerta. Está mirando la pared donde hay cientos de fotos polaroid colgadas. Aún no tiene el corazón de quitarlas. La mayoría son de Mary, sus hermanas, y muchísimas de los chicos y Roger.

Roger entra a sus espaldas en silencio. Hace mucho tiempo que no sube a su habitación. Ve casi todo en cajas y como observa la pared llena de fotos. Se acerca al tocadiscos que es de las pocas cosas que aún están en su sitio, y pone de nuevo el vinilo que ya estaba colocado. Empieza a sonar Hello, Goodbye de los beatles y rueda los ojos. Su pequeña obsesión

Alina no se vuelve. Sabe quién es.

"Aquel día bebiste tanto que me tiraste la cerveza encima" Por encima de su hombro ven una de las fotos. Son Alina y Roger en la furgoneta, amos sentados mientras los demás intentaban recoger todo después del concierto en el pub. Ambos sonriendo con sus cabezas pegadas.

"No bebí tanto"

No, pero bebiste. Te sentó bastante mal."

"Fue tu culpa" con una sonrisa triste se vuelve a mirarlo y le da con el dedo índice en el pecho.

"Yo solo te di a probar, no para que te quedases la bebida y te emborrachases. Descarada" Se ríe un poco. Tiene razón. Durante semanas se burló de tener que llevarla a su casa borracha y tener que llamar a Mary para que llamase a sus padres y diría que dormiría con ella esa noche. Tampoco se olvida de que hubo un chantaje para que fuese a conocer a su madre con ese momento.

"Me ha dicho tu madre que te ayude. No confía en que seas capaz de hacerlo tú sola"

"Me conoce bien" Vuelve otra vez su vista a las cajas. "Quizá puedas meter lo que haya en mi cómoda en una caja."

Alina toma una de las cajas y abre el armario. Suspira pero empieza a sacar la ropa y doblarla.

"Tenías razón. El otro día." Roger abre el primer cajón mientras se sienta en la cama. "Fui un hijo de puta"

"No quise decir eso" Ambos evitan mirarse y poco a poco llenan cajas de sus pertenencias.

"Lo hiciste. Y me comporté como un cabrón así que no te lo tengo en cuenta." Piensa que debería pedir perdón pero no lo hace.

"Está bien."

Roger encuentra en el cajón la vieja libreta que le regaló en aquellas navidades. Sonríe y abre la abre. Pero está vacía. Frunce el ceño.

"¿No la has usado?" Está bastante ofendido.

Alina se gira confundida. Cuando ve la libreta suspira.

"No sabía para que usarla. Estoy esperando a una buena idea."

Mete la libreta en la caja que lleva un "Imprescindible" escrito a rotulador. Se ríe negando con la cabeza.

"¿Sabes lo que significa imprescindible? Ahí debería de ir mis tarjetas, datos médicos y esa clase de cosas."

"Mi libreta es imprescindible." Niega con la cabeza y sigue sacando ropa del armario. Sabe que da igual que cajas lleve hoy, porque todo está mal repartido, y no le importa. Roger es un desastre.

"¿Tus vinilos y casettes?" pregunta viendo sus baldas.

"Esos a la caja de música. Creo que está al lado de la puerta."

Poco a poco saca todos los vinilos y los casettes. La mayoría son de queen, de los beatles, abba y algunos grupos de rock, seguramente regalos de su padre. También hay algunos de algún grupo indie que sin duda sería regalos de Blaine. Pero reconoce uno. Es un casette sin foto ni pegatina. Lo reconoce porque es el que él la regaló en navidad. Sin que se de cuenta lo mete en la caja de imprescindible.

En ese momento se acuerda de algo

"Alina" la última vez que la llamó así estaban discutiendo y la forma en la que lo dijo le paró el corazón. Pero ahora era suave, como un susurro. "Tengo algo para ti"

Ambos se sientan en la cama, mientras Roger saca algo del bolsillo de su pantalón. "Brian el otro día lo encontró en mi coche y creo que rodó los ojos tan fuerte que casi se le quedan mirando hacia la nuca." Deja una cinta casette en sus manos. Es su cinta. La que llevaba a todas partes.

"Pensé que la habías perdido" Hacía años que la puso en la vieja furgoneta y se la olvidó allí. Cometió el error de decírselo a Roger y este se la quedó. Estuvo meses suplicando por su cinta y él siempre respondía "Si tanto la quieres no la andarías olvidando por ahí. Ahora tiene nuevo dueño", o "Si la quieres, gánatela"

"¿Cómo podría perderla?" Frunce el ceño. "Simplemente la he mantenido a salvo." No quiere admitir que alguna vez la ha escuchado en su coche y ha cantado Here comes the sun con una sonrisa. "Pero te pertenece."

"No que va. Es tuya. Tu lo dijiste, ahora tiene dueño" Alina devuelve la cinta a sus manos. "Además no la necesito, hace siglos que no la escucho."

"Oh, deberías. Mejora con el tiempo."

Alina niega con la cabeza con una sonrisa.

"Quédatela. Además ya no la necesito. Ahora Blaine es quién te lleva en el coche así que..."

"¿Estás dando por hecho que no me llevarás nunca más en tu coche?"

"¿Estás dando por hecho que no me llevarás nunca más en tu coche?"

"Bueno... No lo sé" No sabe que responder. Si fuese por él se la llevaría ahora mismo lejos de ahí. Pero no pueden.

De fondo cambia la música del tocadiscos. I want to hold your hand. Y ambos recuerdan aquella tarde en la tienda. No se mueven, saben que deberían seguir empacando, pero ninguno tiene las ganas.

"Te echaré de menos" Roger se vuelve a ver a la chica cuando habla. "Ahora que sois famosos y eso, será todo más difícil. Os espera una vida divertida y algo loca."

"Si. Supongo" Si por el fuera, elegiría esta vida mil veces.

"Os espera la mejor parte"

"A ti también" Roger dice automáticamente, casi sin pensar. "Oye" Toma una de sus manos entre las suyas. "Sé que estás dando un paso enorme mudándote y Blaine es un buen tio aunque sea un poco imbécil... Pero quiero que me escuches algo."

Por primera vez Alina le escucha. Sin peros.

"A ti también te espera la mejor parte. Eres jóven, Miss dancing queen. Y quiero que salgas. La vida ahí fuera es maravillosa. Quiero que conozcas gente, que bailes hasta no sentir los pies, que cantes hasta quedarte afónica. Que cantes tu canción favorita y beses a un extraño en un pub. Siempre he ido de un palo al otro pensando que era jóven, y no me arrepiento de nada. Quiero que tú también vivas esa vida, Alina. Sin ataduras. Que corras los riesgos. Y cuando tengas que comprometerte con alguien lo hagas. Pero después de vivir todo lo que puedas. Esto es todo lo que puedo desear a alguien a quién quiero muchísimo." Sus ojos no se apartan de los suyos, y puede notar las lágrimas de Alina en ellos. "Quiero que cuando seamos viejos podamos recordar las mejores partes de nuestra vida y podamos decir que disfrutamos todo lo posible."

Recuerda sus palabras tiempo atrás. "En todos los momentos más felices de mi vida tu estás en ellos" y ahora sabe que él también está en los suyos.

"Quizá por eso me enfadé tanto aquel día." Roger mete un mechón de pelo detrás de su oreja. "Quería que vivieses la vida al máximo. Y que no te conformes con menos de lo que crees merecer." Sabe que está entrando de nuevo en terreno pantanoso, así que pisa con pies de plomo sobre sus próximas palabras. "Solo... No quiero que te conformes con alguien que te trata como un Seat 127 cuando eres un Dodge Challenger"

Llegados a ese punto, Alina consigue retener las lágrimas, y con confusión lo mira.

"¿Me estás comparando con un coche?" No sabe si reír o llorar cuando Roger responde serio y con toda la sinceridad del mundo.

"Bueno... I'm in love with my car" Una sonrisa escapa de sus labios antes de abrazarla.

CONTINUACIÓN

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Maeve's Mini Event

Howdy all, I'm going in a trip that involves an eight (8) hour bus ride. I'm gonna need something to do so please send in ask/request/ ships for me to do while I listen to music on the bus!!!! I'll put some more info under the cut reblogs are appreciated :)

Here's some stuff we can do:

MASH: Queen/Borhap Edition

Ships

Blurb request

Asks games (I'll make some up to reblog on this post)

Playlist/song request

I'm open to any and all ideas! I haven't really thought through much, I just wanna chill with y'all while I'm on the bus. I have an anime sideblog @cpnspiegal that I'll be doing the same thing on. List of characters I write for are on that list as well :)

Got any questions? Just send me an ask or a message ily 💕 gonna be some extensive tagging btw!

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