#lena rockstar

[tera-david-bytes-2005]

Si me preguntarán a mi, tanto en mi versión, como en el la línea del comic original de Mobox, sería interesante esto que voy a comentar.

Sería reflejar las relación entre Lena y Afton como una bastante similar a la Cloud Strife y Sephiroth (ambos de Final Fantasy VII). Donde Afton la vive tratando de hacerle creer que no puede vivir sin él, como si solo fuese una verdadera marioneta, y siendo bastante extraño que le pida ayudarlo con la voluntad de ella.

[mobox87]

Would it be possible to see Lena dressed as a witch this Halloween?

LOOOL!!!

[nuvemzinhacorderosa]

my au that's been in my head for a while, where Lena is a Rockstar and Webby is her biggest fan.

[theawkwardanglophile]

I had made a Discord post about how cute it would be to have a Chenford movie poster with Tamara's quote from 5x01 as the tagline, and the amazing @favcrime was so kind and made one! Isn't it gorgeous? I love it! ❤❤

[great-adrawing]

I designed a gift for @mobox87 , the complete rockstar family. Lena, leedy and rocky (sorry if the misspelling) are adorable. (I know Rocy is not technically an oc of mobox87 but I couldn't not draw him). I hope you like it, even if it's a bit old.

[misterrobobote]

In a previous post you said that R.Fredbear was good at cooking. What does R.Fredbear cook best and how does he cook.

Yes R.Fredbear is a good cook in general (ps: prepare yourself for a long list of cuisine) and knows a variety of recipes like risotto, lentil soup and feijoada. But also Moqueca, Pão de queijo, Beef Stroganov, Caipirinha, Chimichurri, Empadão, Acarajé, Empada, Escondidinho, Requeijão, Salpicão, Bacalhau com natas, Brigadeiro and Pave (yes, the best dishes are the ones that have the most unpronounceable name) And there are many dishes that he knows (if I make the list, it will take an hour). If there is a dish that he is good at, it is the bolinhos de chuva (a fried doughnut covered with sugar). It is a dish that is preferably eaten on rainy days. When the young Fredbear was sad on a rainy day he would cook some doughnuts to comfort himself. It was the dessert that did the best (and the one that Lena found the best). He learned from Henry and William who taught him how to cook (yes, Henry wanted to know if the bear could learn by himself and what better way than by cooking), but also by himself via cookbooks. The bear likes to read.

[stillhopingsworld]

Rockstar Marileen Muffin Fazbear

(Not my character)

@mobox87 @mobox87-fnaf-comics

[trexanddrago]

Ultra Affinity AU X FNAF Affinity AU

Suddenly, I got an idea about a fancomic with Max and his son, Maxus, in their human forms. Maxus meet Lena, Rockstar Freddy's daughter from FNAF Affinity AU. Maxus told Lena that he was raised by two dads and he is an Ultraman. Lena told Maxus that she is living with her dad, and when she show a photo of Lefty, who she called as "Mom", Maxus remember that he have heard Lefty's name and Lefty always be called as "he".

Lena later replied to Maxus, "But Dad always called my mom as "she"." Maxus later explained about transgender and Lefty has something called gender dysphoria. Lena understand about Maxus's explanation, but she doesn't know how to call Lefty after he learn about transgender people.

Maxus suggested that Lena should call Lefty as her papa, just like how Maxus call Max as his papa.

Rockstar Freddy saw Lena hanging out with Maxus and called her.

"Dad, can you please tell me about Papa?" Lena asked.

"Papa? I don't have another male as my partner," Rockstar Freddy said.

"I mean mom. Mom is a trans man, and I will calling him as "Papa"," Lena replied. Rockstar Freddy know that Lena is actually talking about Lefty, but he seem not happy when his daughter started to refers Lefty as "he" and Papa. Rockstar Freddy is now death stared at Maxus.

"What have you said to her?!" Rockstar Freddy shouted at Maxus.

"I just explained her about the transgender people and gender dysphoria. Have you ever explained those thing to her as her dad?" Maxus responded. Instead of giving an answer, Rockstar Freddy is beating Maxus up while Lena was standing there in fear.

Rockstar Freddy is gonna get into big trouble when Max found out that his son got beaten up by abusive, transphobic, rapist asshole animatronic bear.

[munson-blurbs]

Rockstar!Eddie x Childhood Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Eddie's got a new girlfriend, which means you get put on the back burner indefinitely. But there's only so much you can take.

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, rockstar!Eddie, takes place around 1989, drinking/tipsiness, Eddie is an idiot, kinda insecure!Reader

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Lena was beautiful. 

There was no denying that. You’d seen how beautiful she was the night Eddie had picked her from the crowd, dark makeup and denim miniskirt that ended mid-thigh. She walked backstage like she owned the place, with a confidence you could only envy from afar. 

You were used to it: Eddie would find a groupie, they’d hook up for the night, and then she was all but forgotten as Corroded Coffin moved to their next tour destination.

But not Lena. She’d been around for the last six months. Always touching Eddie, kissing him, drawing him in with her gorgeous eyes. She was everything he wanted, and she knew it.

You tried to get along with her and get to know her; after all, she was your best friend’s girlfriend. You asked her to grab a cup of coffee, to hang out at the mall, to get your nails done at the salon. All three times, she’d turned you down with some half-hearted excuse. 

And now she was here, at your birthday party. Her legs were draped over Eddie’s as they sat on the couch, his arm around her and her fingers in his hair. All you could focus on was his smile, that same dopey grin he used to give to Chrissy Cunningham whenever she’d give him an iota of attention back in high school. 

Eddie Munson was smitten, and he had no intention of hiding his feelings.

You downed your drink, the harsh taste of vodka burning your throat, and quickly poured yourself another one. What was the saying? It’s my party, and I’ll drink myself into a stupor if I want to? Something like that.

“Hey, Birthday Girl. You okay?” Gareth spoke up, yanking you from your thoughts. You hadn’t even realized he was beside you. “I haven’t seen you drink this much since the Grammys afterparty.”

You nodded, your head heavy with tears and liquor and lies. “Fine. Just…tired.”

Gareth scoffed. “Tired of watching Eddie and Lena tonguing each other, you mean?” Your wince betrayed your indifferent facade, and Gareth laughed softly. “Yeah, me, too.” He took a swig of his own drink and continued. “I mean, I get it. She’s hot as hell, but she’s also kinda–”

“Bitchy?” The word escaped you before you could stop it, another effect of the booze.

“You said it, not me.” Gareth raised his cup in a pseudo-toast. “But, yeah. Tour went from being about the band to being the Lena Show. And if you try to push back even a little, she just pouts and whines to Eddie that we’re being mean to her.”

You rolled your eyes. There was a freedom that came with confiding in Gareth, with no longer having to keep your feelings to yourself. “He used to call me at least once a week,” you say of Eddie, “and I figured that would change once he got a girlfriend. But the last time he called me was…two months ago.”

Could you even count that? It was just Eddie saying that the tour was good and that he’d be at your party–with Lena, of course. No silly stories from the road, no play-by-play of the shows, no begging for you to come see them again soon. It was as if you’d been a temporary placeholder until a better option came along.

And now, here she was, leaving red lipstick marks on his cheek. Staking her claim.

Eddie was never yours–not like that. Not in the way you wanted him to be yours. You’d been best friends since high school, and your crush had only blossomed from there. You were drawn to him the moment you saw him command the room during Hellfire, crafting and weaving a tale of a fantastical world with magnificent and terrifying creatures. It was as though you could see it right in front of you.

That storytelling talent extended to his songwriting. Sure, some of the songs were about the heartbreak that comes with being a teenager, but so many others were rooted in big problems: war, poverty, and the general injustices of the world. You were in awe of the way his eyes saw beyond the tiny borders of Hawkins.

Gareth slung an arm around you and pulled you close. Though you’d never told him about your crush on Eddie, he knew. All of Corroded Coffin knew—and probably all of the old Hellfire crew, too. Everyone but Eddie. 

“It’ll be okay,” Gareth murmured. “He’s an idiot. He’s always been an idiot, but with her, it’s amped up. Stupidity on steroids.”

You laughed at that despite the sadness brewing within you.

“Go enjoy your party. You deserve it.”

Heeding his advice, you pried yourself from the kitchen counter and over to some of the other guests. You managed to have fun, pushing away the nagging reminder of heartbreak just feet away. It got easier as the night went on—until it didn’t. 

“Baby,” you heard Lena whine. “This party sucks. I wanna go back to the hotel.”

Say no, you silently willed Eddie. Tell her that you want to stay. Tell her that she can leave, but you’re going to stick around and—

“Yeah, babe. We can go.”

Five words that anchored a pit in your stomach. He didn’t even consider an alternative option. Lena was his only priority. 

You blinked back the tears in your eyes as he said his half-hearted goodbye. Lena stood behind him, arms crossed over her chest. 

“Super fun party,” she drawled, donning a saccharine smile. “So sorry we have to leave early.” With that, she grabbed Eddie’s hand and led him out of your apartment. 

The rest of the night was a blur. Even as you ate birthday cake and talked with other guests, your focus stayed on the remnants of your friendship with Eddie. Of course dynamics changed when friends got partners. But to be completely iced out? That couldn’t be normal. It shouldn’t be normal.

You decided that night that you were done. The friendship was already beyond repair. It wasn’t Lena’s fault, though it would be much easier to blame her and keep pretending that Eddie was still the same thoughtful guy from Hawkins High. No, Eddie was the problem, and the solution was letting him go.

Weeks went by, then months, with no word from Eddie. The first few days hurt, your heart still convinced that he’d call and apologize for bailing on the rest of your party. A simple ‘I’m sorry’ that might spark a flicker of hope.

It got easier after a while. You filled your days with work and friends. When you heard a Corroded Coffin song on the radio, you simply changed the station without tears falling. And when Entertainment Tonight declared that “a young woman previously linked to Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson was spotting cozying up to a more popular band’s lead singer,” you only chuckled and snapped off the TV.

The first call came a week later when you were at work. Your answering machine button flashed red, and you pressed play to hear the new message.

Hey, um, it’s me.

You froze, your blood icing over in your veins.

I know it’s been a while, but…a lot has happened. And I’ve been thinking, and I really wanna see you. Talk to you. I miss you. Um, the tour just finished, so I’ll be back in Hawkins. Let me know when you’re around.

Absolutely not. There was no way you’d talk to him again, and you finalized that decision by erasing the message.

But two days later, there was another one.

Hey, it’s me again. I was talking to Gareth, and he told me that I royally fucked up. Which I kinda knew, but hearing it from him…yeah.

Anyway, um, I don’t wanna just hang out–I mean, I do, but I wanna apologize first. In person, i-if that’s okay. I think my first message made it sound like, ‘Hey, let’s go grab a drink and bullshit around,’ but I want to say that I’m sorry. Shit, I’m rambling. Okay, I’m gonna go now. Bye.

And then another the day after that.

Okay, so, you don’t wanna meet up in person, and I get that. But I still want you to know how sorry I am, so I’ll just say it here, I guess. I never should have pushed you aside like that. I got caught up in everything with the band and the tour and…and her, and…y’know. That’s not an excuse or anything, just…explaining my series of fuck-ups. I miss you so much, and I wish we could just be friends again. I know it’s not that easy, but…fuck, I fucked this up. I’m really sorry, and you don’t have to forgive me–shit, Wayne’s home. I’ll talk to you later. Or, um, talk to your voicemail, I guess.

Wayne was home. That meant that Eddie was twenty minutes away from you, leaving voicemails from his uncle’s trailer. You grabbed your jacket, willing yourself to stay focused on the road as you drove to Forest Hills. That asshole wanted to talk to you in person, but couldn’t even stammer out a genuine apology over the phone?

You knocked on the trailer door so hard that your knuckles ached by the time Eddie opened it.

“Wha–did you get my messages?” His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you standing before him.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “You mean the ones with your half-assed apologies? Yeah, I got ‘em.”

Eddie took a step back. “No, no, I meant them. I really am sorry.”

“Convenient how you found time to be sorry once your girlfriend started fucking someone else,” you seethed. “Couldn’t squeeze out a minute to call after you ditched me on my birthday, but you’ve got plenty of time to grovel now.”

“That’s not–she wasn’t good for me,” he supplied lamely.

You couldn’t help the snort you let out. “What, did she hold the phone hostage? Did she pick you up and carry you out of my party? You,” you jabbed your forefinger into his chest, “are the reason we don’t talk. Not her.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” You snapped. “Because I have a feeling that you think this is on Lena. And maybe she didn’t help, but she certainly didn’t force you to be a shitty friend.”

Eddie rubbed his palm over his eyes. “I know,” he repeated, the frustration evident in his tone. “I…I was a shitty friend. I never should have left your party early, and I should’ve stayed in touch with you. I should’ve listened to the guys when they warned me that you wouldn’t keep putting up with my bullshit for much longer.”

You felt a spark of reassurance that the other band members had stood up for you, but you kept your attention on what you needed to say. What you needed him to hear.

“And now what? You’re back in Hawkins, no groupies around to keep you company, so you figure it’s a good time to reach out to me?” You stepped closer to him as you spoke. “I’m not your back-up plan when your life comes crashing down. I’m a goddamn person, Eddie! And you just threw me away like our friendship meant nothing to you.”

He was silent for a few moments, his sweat sock-covered foot grinding into the carpet. His hair fell in front of his face, but you could still see him chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considered his next words.

“Gareth told me…he told me that you liked me,” Eddie said softly. “Like…more than just a friend.” With trepidation, he looked into your eyes, tears forming in his own. “And he said I’m an idiot for not seeing what was in front of my face the whole time. A really beautiful woman who has always been there for me. Who never gave up on me, whether I was playing to five drunks at the Hideout or to sold-out stadium crowds.”

“Right. All of the things I’ve done for you. But what have you done for me? How have you been my friend?” You waited for him to respond, but he said nothing. “Exactly. I was just a groupie you never fucked.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of pride wash over you at his utter shock. “I’m–”

“I know you’re sorry. I got it.” You pivoted on one heel and turned your back to him, starting towards your car. Before you got there, you called out over your shoulder. “And if you leave me another pathetic voicemail, I’ll throw my answering machine through your window.”

Then you drove off, leaving him standing where you left him, just as alone as you’d felt all this time.

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[wosoluver]

Let's get you home

laura freigang x reader

credits to @p0orbaby anon for the prompt idea.

-> "Let's get you home." "Oh, mine or yours?" "Ours."

Laura Freigang Masterlist

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"You are the dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen"

You watched as your girlfriend sang into the mic.

"She's really going for it." said Klara as you watched her fight off Syd for the mic, making sure it was a solo performance.

"Ten bucks they get into an argument after." said Lena.

"You guys are not making money off my drunk girlfriend!" you looked over to them half joking, half serious.

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"Hey baby! Did you see me ending Syd's career up there?"

"Uhum, you're clearly the biggest rockstar." you gave her a peck in the lips. "Here drink some." handing her a bottle of water.

"No, you didn't!" said Syd after Lena informed her of the comment, because she was too distracted to hear it.

"I so did!" Laura started to argue.

"Lena!" you called her attention for trying to instigate them, all for her ten bucks.

"Sorry!" Now trying to calm the two girls down. "You are both amazing performers!"

"Laura, why don't we go get another drink?" you said pulling her to the bar. Divide and conquer, best way to stop children from fighting.

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After a couple more drinks and dancing the night away, you were tired and your girlfriend, a bit of a mess. She tried going for another drink, but you stopped her.

"Love, I know we're on break but I think you've had enough."

She pouted deeply at your words.

"Let's get you home, yeah?"

"Oh, mine or yours?" she asked with a childlike wonder in her eyes.

"Ours."

"Oh, wow! No way!" she exclaims happily. "I can't believe, I managed to pull a girl like you!"

You shook your head laughing at the girl's silliness.

"Yep, and if we leave now, I'll even sleep in the same bed as you." you said making sure she didn't give you a hard time to leave.

One thing about Laura is she always wanted to be the last one to leave a party. So what was the harm in tricking her to go home early?

"Done!" she said excitedly.

Only her excitement didn't last long, you had to carry her, half asleep, to bed.

You almost dropped her once or twice but you got her there safely, and she slept like a baby.

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[tera-david-bytes-2005]

(RECUERDEN QUE ESTO HACE PARTE DE UNA HISTORIA ALTERNATIVA DESDE CIERTO PUNTO DEL COMIC A BREATH OF HOPE, HECHO POR @mobox87-fnaf-comics. NO BUSCA DESMERITAR O DESPRESTIGIAR A LA HISTORIA ORIGINAL DEL COMIC. ES COMO OTRO MUNDO, POR ASÍ DECIRLO.

Nills Windblow es originario de esta historia.

Lena Fazbear es personaje de @mobox87-fnaf-comics.

LOS QUE YA CONOCEN A LOS PERSONAJES, DISFRUTEN)

Lena: *con un tono defensivo* "Por favor no vengas."

Nills: "¡Lena, espera! ¡Sé que esas no son extremidades de un monstruo!"

Lena: *Recostada al otro lado de la puerta para mantenerla cerrada, y con puras lágrimas cayendo por sus mejillas* "¿Entonces qué son?"

Nills: "Son alas de ángel."

(Para los que no entiendan, supuestamente Lena tiene la habilidad de invocar tentáculos como los de Nightmare Puppet ↓)

Arte hecho por @mobox87.

[mobox87]

I have a question :0

you don't have to answer it! Only if you want to since you're a bit busy <3 but I've been wondering- what was the others reactions when they found out rockstar freddy was going to be a father? We know how rockstar Freddy found Lena, but I wish to know how he told the others about Lena and how they reacted/handled it :)

OMG I WANTED TO ANSWER THIS LONG TIME AGO! SORRY THE WAIT!

Security puppet how will they know if they saw "a breath of hope, they will know that it was more than surprised but partly it laughed internally to see that fred would fail at some point and would give up to leave Lena's paternity aside.

MR hippo is almost like a father to R. Freddy so you might think that he feels pretty good about being something like what humans call him "grandpa"? And also proud of R. Freddy's cute find

Also if we saw "they shouldn't know" they would know that R. Bonnie had a romantic interest in lefty, at first it was painful to think that she had created something, but little by little he himself learned to love her.

There were more, but in this image I put those who did more when they saw little Lena

[mobox87-fnaf-comics]

“I'M GOING TO LOOK FOR YOU EVEN IF THAT COST ME A PUNISHMENT!“

[olsenmyolsen]

lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos

But the opposite, with short but strong!R (or beefy!Kate/Yelena) lifting up the tall bombshell GF Wanda/Nat/Lizzie out of her way for a photo

The Widow Bites Concert

maroon master list . dark master list . request marvel master list . short n’ sweet master list

No Powers AU / Rockstar Band AU (Bishova)

Summary: Kate ends up going to her favorite band's show by herself. Que, a blonde named Lena.

Word Count: 3.5K

Content: Natasha, Wanda, and Carol are in a band, Fluff, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Feelings, Soft Yelena

"Kate, I'm sorry!" It was the day of the concert, and Kate's friend America Chavez apologized over the phone for having to back out of their plans.

"I wish I could make it, but if I'm going to be anywhere near getting my doctorate soon, I have to go on this trip to Karma Taj with Dr. Strange." Kate rolled her eyes. A little playfully. A little annoyed. She bought tickets months ago to see one of her favorite bands, The Widow Bites, play at a local arena.

And she had confirmed beforehand with America so many times that she would still be going.

But leave to Chaevaz and her studies to make her bail.

"It's fine." Kate sighed into the phone. "Maybe I can sell the ticket or give it away or something." Money wasn't a problem for Kate, so it's not like she needed to sell the ticket.

"Promise me you'll still go!?" America pleaded over the phone. "I would hate for you to mope at your place all alone." Kate leans against the doorway to her kitchen.

She walks and talks whenever she gets on the phone.

"I don't mope," Kate said back defensively. "Kate," America replied. "You locked yourself in your room for two days when you found out the local ice cream place was closing."

"Well, it was unfair!"

"Kate, they found mice in the freezer!" Kate shrugged. "So! I know of a restaurant where the head chef is a rat!"

"Kate, for the last time, that's a movie, not a real place!" America sighed into the phone. "Look just please go to the concert! Have fun! They're your favorite band." Kate nodded into the phone. "Okay. I'll go. I'll go." She bounced off the doorframe. "By the way, I know the movie Ratatouille isn't real. It's animated. It's just based off a real story."

America didn't know whether Kate was joking, and she needed to get back to her studies, so she did what any friend would do and hung up.

"Hello? America?" Kate pulled the phone away from her ear and hummed as Kate's dog Lucky walked up with its leash in its mouth. "If only you could come with me," Kate said to the dog who tilted its head. "Ugh, what am I saying? You'd be the main star at the point, and the band wouldn't even come on stage!" Kate shakes her head at the golden retriever. "That's it, you're too cute. You can't come!"

Lucky dropped the leash from its mouth. Kate's eyes moved with it to the floor. "Alright. Alright. Damn. I'll take you out."

If the dog could roll its eyes, it would.

Regardless, a few hours later, Kate had arrived at the venue for the concert and was being directed by a security guard to her section.

Onto the floor.

Front row.

Well, she was supposed to be, but thanks to some last-minute outfit changes and the ability to yap on the phone with an old deaf man who had better things to do on his farm. She was late. Kate missed her early access sound check and the opportunity to be in the very front.

So, instead, she was a few rows behind.

Which didn't bum her out too much as the person standing beside her was a very attractive short blonde. The blonde wore an older cut-off band t-shirt, black jeans with holes cut into them, and black boots.

If Kate wasn't fruity before this should definitely would've bought an apple orchard.

"Hi," Kate said as she stood next to the woman who might be a few years older than her. The woman glances up and to her right before smiling. "Hi." The blonde said back with an accent.

Kate was drooling.

"I'm Kate," Kate said, sticking her hand out. Something she internally hated herself for. The blonde looked at the extended hand and Kate's face (and body) again before smiling as well and taking her hand to shake. "Hello, Kate. I'm Lena."

"Strong grip." Kate awkwardly chuckled before she and Lena let go. "I was- I was joking it was... It was fine! No good! The handshake was-" Kate stopped talking and turned away from the blonde. Hoping a sinkhole would open up and only take her as more people began to fill the room.

Kate was thankful that America and Lucky weren't here to see this.

However, Lena was fascinated with Kate.

"First time?" The blonde asked Kate, who wiped her ponytail and head around. "No, I've done it- I mean, shook hands before. Yes. I- I was just trying to make a joke earlier-" "Seeing the band?!" Lena clarified for everyone's benefit.

Kate shut her mouth before shaking her head. "I saw them two years ago in New Jersey." Lena's eyebrows shot up at that. "I was there too!" The blonde said, making Kate gasp. "Really!?" She questioned. "The show where Carol drummed so hard she broke the stick in half!?" Lena nodded and smiled. "It flew right over my head."

Kate remembers watching the stick fly into the audience from across the club. "Wow, that's insane!"

Lena nodded. "That place was smaller than here. I wonder how we didn't bump into each other." Lena said, eyeing up Kate once again.

Not that the younger woman noticed.

In fact, Kate shrugged. "I'm not sure, but we're here now." She said with a giant smile that Lena couldn't help but smile wide back at. "So, do you have a favorite song?" Kate asked as the place was about packed, making Lena scoot closer to Kate. Lena nodded as her eyes found Kate's. "Personally, I love Dinner & Vodka."

Kate gave a little bit of a surprised look at that. Not expecting Lena to pick a slow and acoustic song. "Wow, that's a good song! It deals with heavy themes." Lena nods. "Yeah, I cried the first time I heard it." She admits to Kate, making the taller woman give Lena an "awww."

Lena blushes and shakes her head. Kate smiles and leans closer. "So, do you believe the rumors that Natasha wrote that one for her sister as an apology for leaving her the second she turned 18?" Kate asks, not knowing that, yes, the rumor is true and she's talking to said sister.

Lena looks back at Kate. "Yeah, I believe it."

Kate nods. "Me too."

Kate glances around the room at the number of people, while Lena looks at Kate's side profile and inches herself closer. "What about you? What's your favorite song?" Lena asks, but before Kate can answer, the lights flash above the stage, making the crowd cheer and scream around them.

Kate's eyes go wide with excitement as she turns to face Lena. Who makes the same facial expression in return. But Kate doesn't forget the questions as she moves even closer to Lena. So close, in fact, that their arms are pressed against one another. "Honestly, I love all their songs, but for some reason..." She pauses as if scared to admit it. Lena throws up one of her eyebrows, waiting. "I think their cover of Heads Will Roll is my absolute favorite." Kate finally says with a shy smile.

The blonde looks at her with a large smile after hearing this. "That's hilarious." She says, making Kate's mouth drop. "Did you not hear me when I said I love all their songs?!" Lena laughs and nods. "I did! But I'm just saying I love that you love their covers so much!" Kate laughs because Lena's laugh is so damn infectious, and she looks cute when she scrunches her face.

"Oh man, Natasha is going to love that," Lena says as she turns back to face the stage. Kate, hearing that, tilts her head, confused, and looks to Lena to ask for clarification, but the roar from the crowd as the lights go out makes it impossible.

Kate spins her head towards the stage, and as the fog creeps in around the stage and the slow drumming from Carol starts thumping her body, Lena can't help but smile and watch Kate.

Especially when red lights come down and shine on each band member before Carol kicks it up and starts wailing on the drums as the lights go wild around them.

The crowd follows suit, and you'd be surprised to hear yourself think as they scream for The Widow Bites.

As the show rocks on and Kate watches her favorite band kick ass, she feels a hand grab her arm. It's Lena. "Yeah?!" She yells over the music as Lena scoots closer and rises on her tiptoes to yell into Kate's ear. "I'm going to grab a drink. Do you want anything?" Kate is a little taken aback by Lena's niceness and goes to shake her head to be polite, but she is severely thirsty. "A water, if you don't mind."

Lena smile. "I'll be back."

With that, the blonde disappears, and she's gone for the remainder of the current song. And then the next one. And the next one. By the time the fourth song since Lena left begins to start, she is looking around, worried and panicked for her new hot friend.

Wait, who said hot? Did you say hot?

"Here!" Kate snaps back and takes the water bottle from Lena as she holds it out to her and pushes her way back neck to Kate. "Dude, where did you go!?" Kate yells over the music, taking the after bottle from the blonde's green-painted fingernails. Lena hears the tone and smiles. "Were you worried about me?"

Kate pretends not to hear her over the music and turns back to the stage with pink on her cheeks.

Lena laughs and bumps Kate's shoulder, gathering her attention briefly. "Sorry, there was some drunk asshole at the merch line. I was going to surprise you with something, but I had to deal with the guy." Kate's eyes soften as she looks at Lena. "Oh!" She says, a little surprised and a little... she wouldn't know what word to use, but butterflies were definitely happening. "That's okay! And thank you! I was just making sure you were alright!" Lena smiled and laughed. "I'm alright." She says, looking into the taller girl's eyes before Natasha ends the song and starts talking to the crowd.

"You know, looking out into the crowd, I swear I see some familiar faces!" Natasha says as she walks from one end of the stage to the other. Her eyes quickly find her sisters before she looks at the taller person beside her. She hides a smirk and bites down the need to embarrass her sister while Kate's mouth drops at being looked at by THE NATASHA ROMANOV!

"She looked at me!" She squeals, making Lena laugh. "And you!" Kate says, grabbing Lena's arm and cheering for her. Lena's eyes look at the fingers gripping her before looking back up to Kate with a puppy dog look.

She was starting to become very down bad, barking at the gym or whatever that lyric was.

As Natasha starts talking to her bandmates about what song they should do next. (Even though it's all pre-planned.) Lena starts talking as Kate still has yet to let go of her arm. "You know..." Lena was enjoying Kate and her personality. She was cute and charming and had a smile that made Lena feel all the things. "I have an extra backstage pass for after the show... You can come if you want."

Kate looks to her left with a more than shocked expression before nodding furiously. "Yes! Yes! Oh my gosh!" Before Lena knows it Kate is crashing into her and wrapping her arms around her new best friend.

Ahh, the classic friends-to lovers.

Lena smiles and laughs as Kate squeezes her before the hug stops. "I don't know how I'll be able to thank you! I would take you out for ice cream, but my favorite place closed a while ago!" She yells over the music as the concert slowly fades into the background, and Lena and Kate only look at one another. "You don't need to thank me!" Lena tells her but secretly hopes that tonight won't be the last time she sees Kate.

Kate vibrated with happiness before turning back to the stage. Her arm was still wrapped around the blonde.

Lena slowly pulled her eyes from the side profile of Kate before she looked to the stage to see a smirking Natasha.

Lena makes a motion with her head that Natasha nods to, and later in the night, when they come back out for an encore, the band plays Kate's favorite.

"Oh my gosh!" Kate said louder than she meant to as she and Lena walked through a hallway after the show, towards the green room. The concert had made it hard for Kate to tell whether she was speaking normally or yelling.

Not that Lena minded.

As they walked through the hall, crew members and security nodded toward the blonde as she walked in front of Kate.

They all respected Natasha's younger sister and were always happy to have her come to shows.

"I can't believe this! Seriously, thank you!" Kate said as she sped up to stay step in step with the shorter woman. Lena looked up and over with a smile. "It's no problem."

"Still!" Kate said. "Backstage passes are like notoriously hard to get." Lena flicked her eyes up and nodded. "Yeah, but I have connections..."

Also, before you ask, it's not like Yelena Belova was hiding who she was or lying to Kate. She just got tired of people trying to get to her sister and the band and not knowing her.

But with Kate, she feels- she hopes it will be different.

However, the moment of truth is just around the corner.

"Fuck you!" Kate and Lena move flat against the wall as You and Wanda Maximoff come around the corner after another one of your fights.

Wanda swears she saw you flirting with someone while she was on stage, but after the millionth time of telling her it was an old friend of yours you were talking to, you got tired of it and wanted to leave. "When you want to apologize and make up, call me!" You shout as you groan and turn away from the brunette in a red corset.

Your eyes flash to Kate and then Yelena's as you go to walk away.

Wanda watches you, her girlfriend, leave and storm out the double doors at the end of the hallway before she turns to her friend and guest.

Kate swallows from watching what should have been a private interaction.

Wanda wipes her eyes before putting on a smile. "Hey." She says through a breath as she turns and puts an arm around Lena to hug her. "Sorry, you had to see that." Lena shrugs.

It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Umm, Wanda, this is my friend Kate." Kate looks between a member of her favorite band and her new friend. She thinks she's dreaming and has no idea how the blonde knows the band.

And yet she steps forward and extends her hand to Wanda. "Hi Kate, I'm Wanda." Kate closes her eyes, embarrassed. "Sorry, you're Wanda. I'm Kate." She chuckles and opens her eyes to see Wanda laughing and Lena smiling. "I'm sorry, but how do you know each other?! Am I missing something? Also, I always thought you..." She points at Wanda. "Were with Natasha."

Lena makes a disgusted face while Wanda covers her mouth as she laughs. "Oh god, no!" She then crashes into Lena's side. "Looks like you got a WandaNat truther." Lena rolls her eyes and pushes Wanda away. She chuckles and moves back to Kate's side.

Lena bites her lip as Kate keeps her eyes on her, waiting for her other questions to be answered. "You don't really think my sister and Wanda got together, do you?"

Kate's mouth drops, shocked as the bomb drops. She puts a hand to her head and breathes, looking at a nervous Lena and a smiling Wanda.

After a few moments, she lightly laughs. "Well, NOW I don't think Wanda and Natasha slept together."

Once again, Lena makes a face of disgust.

Wanda laughs and senses a conversation needing to be had between the two younger women. "I'll go let your sister know you're here." She says, retreating back to the green room. Kate watches Wanda walk until she disappears around the corner before looking at the blonde beside her.

"You're Natasha's sister?!" She questions, making Lena nod. "Lena... Yelena..." Kate sighs. "That makes sense." Yelena nods, and Kate looks over her face.

She wants to question why Yelena didn't tell her, but she can figure it out. Celebrities and fame make people lie and hurt other people.

Kate scoots closer to Yelena as they stand against the hallway wall. Her shoulder bumping the blondes. "I get it. I get you not telling me." Yelena looks over to Kate and smiles a little bit. "I just..." Yelena starts. "Since Natasha and I have become close again, people don't want me..." Kate looks over with a sad smile forming on her face. "They either figure out who I am or know it before I know them, and then they try and use me."

"I didn't, and I wouldn't." Kate quietly says as she turns her body to Yelena's—the blonde nods. "I know. I knew from the moment I met you in the crowd." Yelena smiles, making Kate smile.

"You're different," Yelena whispers, forcing pink to rise on Kate's cheeks. "Sorry." She then says into the space between them, but Kate shakes her head. "No, don't be." She bites her lip. "I enjoyed tonight. With you. And I like hearing what you say..." She smiles, which turns slightly into a smirk.

Yelena feels like she can tell where this is going, but Natasha, Carol, and Wanda show up around the corner before anything can happen.

Kate and Yelena straighten themselves out and turn towards the trio.

Natasha ignores the sexual tension between Kate and Yelena and runs towards her sister to hug her tightly. "I thought you weren't going to make it tonight!" Yelena hugs her sister back and laughs. "Natasha, I always say that whenever you're in town, and I'm always joking."

Kate's ear pick that up. "You live in the city?" Kate questions Yelena, making everyone look in between her and Kate as Natasha exits the hug.

Yelena awkwardly nods. "I live and work in the city," Natasha smirks. "Looks like you two will have some fun talking later." She winks to her sister before moving forward to Kate. She clears her throat. "Thank you for coming to our show." Kate lifts her hand up as her eyes look over Natasha in steel-toe boots, fishnets, and black leather shorts that go well with her white crop top. Kate swallows before glancing towards Yelena and back. "It's to meet Yelena's sister." She smiles at Natasha as Carol nudges Wanda behind her. "Oh, she's good." 

Wanda agrees. "Look at Yelena's smile... Oh, now she's looking at us."

Yelena shakes her head. "Yes, we can all hear you." Natasha nods and smiles at Kate, then Yelena, and back to the dark-haired woman. "Break her heart. I'll break your neck."

"Natalia!" Yelena exclaims, but that does nothing as Kate nods out of fear. She and Yelena aren't even dating as of this moment, but she still understands the message. "Go-got it."

Natasha smiles. "So, do you want a picture or anything before we head back to the green room? It's kind of an NDA space so no photos and video in the room."

Kate nods and pulls out her phone. Shaking it a little before Carol snatches it and looks Kate over. "Hmm. Ever been with a drummer?" She flirts, causing Wanda to push Carol. "You're married." Carol turns back. "Yes, but unlike you, Maria wouldn't mind."

"Both of you stop." Natasha takes the phone as the three of them surround Kate. Natasha holds up her arm, getting ready to take some selfies, but Kate looks to her left and right and doesn't see Yelena.

She then turns full all the way around to see Yelena looking extra small behind her. "Come on. I want a picture with you, too!" Kate laughs as she pulls Yelena forward in front of her.

"Oh great, now we can only see Yelena's head." Natasha jokes. "Ha ha ha." Yelena dryly speaks. "You sure missed your calling a comedian."

Kate smiles at the interaction between siblings before she looks up at the phone camera.

Yelena does the same and gets an idea.

"Natasha, now!" Yelena yells as she wraps her arms around Kate's waist and lifts her up to be seen. Everyone quickly moves with this plan, smiling and posing in a thousand different ways.

The picture of Kate laughing in her arms is still Yelena's favorite picture to this day.

And on the flip side, when they switched, the picture of Lena laughing in her arms is still Kate's favorite picture to this day.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[meazalykov]

the blip (2)

salma paralluelo x reader (requested)

part two (part one here)

summary: the reader accepted what had happened to her, but what if her past comes back to interrupt her life again?

The journey since that day in 2024 had been anything but smooth for Y/n. After the shock of her reappearance and the heartbreak of losing Salma, Y/n sought solace in change. 

She left Barcelona six-months after her reappearance, not wanting to extend a contract for the five years she missed. She joined Bayern Munich in Germany, wanting to stay in Europe but not wanting to go to England for certain reasons. She hoped that a new environment would help her heal. 

It's been two years since the move and her time at Bayern was fruitful, filled with victories and personal growth. She made friends with most of the team, her best friend being Lena. Y/n was grateful that she can finally wake up without feeling dread for the upcoming day.

Yet, the trauma of those five missing years lingered in the recesses of her mind.

It was now 2031. Though the world had seemingly moved on from the Blip, Y/n occasionally struggled with the memories of her vanished time. Chronologically, she should be 28, but having lost five years, then it being two years later since she came back— she was effectively 23. 

This gap in her life experience sometimes weighed heavily on her. Her peers, the ones who weren’t blipped, who she went to academy with were now older with much more experience. It felt like the world gave them a big head-start which didn’t seem fair to Y/n.

In contrast, Salma had continued her career without interruption. She played for Arsenal in England now, and her experience had only deepened her prowess on the field. Everyone knew she was a rockstar at Barcelona, but she is on another level in the red and white jersey. 

Arsenal and Bayern Munich were set to face each other in the quarter-finals of the Champions League, an event that stirred a mixture of excitement and apprehension within Y/n. She tried to forget about Salma, which was easy because there were no reminders of Salma in Munich, but now she had to face her again. Now as an opponent and not a girlfriend or teammate. 

Luckily, they didn’t play on the same national team, so she wasn’t bothered by Salma during international breaks either. 

The first leg of the quarter-finals saw Bayern Munich triumph over Arsenal. Y/n scored the first goal against Arsenal, with Klara scoring the other. Arsenal didn’t get a chance to score, even with Salma in the starting lineup. 

After the match, as the teams were leaving the pitch, Salma approached Y/n. The sight of her former lover triggered a wave of discomfort in Y/n, her heart racing with unresolved emotions. What could Salma want?

"Y/n, can we talk?" Salma asked, her eyes searching Y/n's face for any sign of openness.

Before Y/n could respond, Lena, her teammate and close friend, looked over and saw what was happening. She knew she had to intervene. 

"Y/n, Coach needs to see you. We should go," Lena said, offering a lifeline.

"Thanks, Lena," Y/n murmured once she was away from the Spanish girl, she was grateful for the escape. 

“No problem, I saw how tense you got seeing her.” Lena says. The whole team knows about what happened, since y/n opened up to them one day. Georgia asked why she wasn’t excited to play against Arsenal, and Y/n gave them her honest answer. The team offered her kind words which made y/n feel happy about being at Bayern with sweet girls.

As y/n walked away, she could feel Salma's eyes on her. Lena’s arm rested on her shoulder so she focused on talking to Lena instead of worrying about her ex.

Back in the locker room, Y/n went on her phone and checked Salma’s social media pages for the first time in two years. She checked “woso news pages” too, to see more about Salma and why old pictures of her and Margo were gone from her page. Y/n discovered through social media that Salma and Margo had broken up a year prior to today. The news, though significant, had passed unnoticed by Y/n during that year, who had been determined to move forward with her life.

That night, Y/n received a text from Salma: "Hey”

Y/n, wondering what Salma had to say so badly, responded “Hi?”

“Look, I understand that we ended in a very bad spot. I want you to forgive me” 

Y/n saw on her screen that Salma was typing a second message— Her heart raced as she was reminded about that day in Salma’s apartment two years ago.

“Do you want to go out for dinner when you come to London for the second leg?"

Conflicted, Y/n stared at the message, her heart torn between the past and the present. She put her phone down for the next few days, ignoring that message.

However, the message plagued her mind during training practices at Bayern. 

The teammates knew that something was wrong. Others asked y/n if everything was alright, which she lied and said yes to. It took Lena a full day to accept that Y/n wouldn’t tell them what’s wrong until she was ready to. 

Eventually, the night before Bayern's departure to London, y/n texted Salma back and decided to accept the offer. Why? She didn’t know.

When they met, the tension was palpable, but as they wandered the streets of London, the familiarity between them began to thaw the initial awkwardness. They went out to a Korean BBQ restaurant which excited Y/n’s hungry stomach beforehand, she never had that kind of food before. 

Y/n noticed how much Salma has grown too. The Spanish girl wasn’t the younger La Masia kid that people have once known back in 2024. She is 28 years old while Y/n was 23, due to the blip happening to one of them and not the other. The age-gap didn’t bother Y/n, since they should be the same age (but they aren’t). 

The duo walked along a few streets and took a few pictures with fans who happened to come across them. Some time later, Y/n found the courage to talk about the subject that had been gnawing at her.

"What happened to Margo?" Y/n asked after a moment of silence, her voice hesitant.

Salma’s eyes widened before she sighed, her expression a mix of sadness and resignation. "Um–Margo left me for someone else. She felt I still had feelings for you, so she chose someone who made her feel like “the first choice”-- in her words."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. "And was she right?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Salma didn't look away from y/n. "Yes, she was. I never stopped loving you, Y/n. Losing you once was the hardest thing I've ever gone through. When you came back, the idea of being with you again couldn’t leave my mind. I knew you hated me so I didn’t bother reaching out– which I regretted because I saw that you transferred to Bayern. I thought we could pick up where we left off, but I was scared. I thought you would’ve never come back in those five years— I tried to move on, but I couldn’t."

They stopped walking, standing in the middle of a quiet street, the warm city lights casting a soft glow around them. Salma's eyes were earnest, filled with a depth of emotion that Y/n hadn't seen in years. She missed her ex a lot, but she wondered if she could ignore the pain she had to go through.

"Y/n, I want you back. I know I've made a big mistake, but my feelings for you have never left. In fact, I think they’ve grown the more i’ve missed you"

Y/n felt a surge of conflicting emotions. She placed her hands into the pockets of her black north-face puffer jacket as she looked down at the ground. Y/n had never stopped caring for Salma, but the pain of their separation and the trauma of the Blip had built walls around her heart.

"I have feelings for you too, Salma, I don’t think they’ve left too" she admitted, her voice trembling. "But I'm scared. So much has happened, and I'm not sure if I can go through that pain again."

Salma stepped closer, her hand gently taking Y/n's outside of her pockets and holding them gently. "I understand. But I believe we can start fresh. We can rebuild what we lost."

The sincerity in Salma's eyes made Y/n's heart ache. She wanted to believe, to take the leap of faith, but the hesitation lingered. 

“Okay— but we need to take this slow. You’re here and I am in Germany now, so we can’t just jump back to what we were seven years ago.” Y/n frowned, remembering how good their relationship was in 2024.

“I agree. But I believe we will get there someday again.” Salma gave a sad smile. 

“Hopefully.” Y/n smiled back. 

In the quiet of the London night, Salma and Y/n continued to walk together, two hearts grappling with the weight of their past and the hope for their future. Inside of their hearts, they’ve wondered if this new chance will help them go back to the way things were.

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A/N: Didn't want to write a part two originally, but I figured I should for some who want the happy ending!! Here you go @catswag22 🩵

<3 

[phillycheesesteakcore]

So I used this picrew to make close approximations of my versions of the TMAGP characters we've met so far.

Alice Dyer || Samama Khalid

Gwendolyn Bouchard || Lena Kelley

Colin Becher || Teddy Vaughn

Bonus! Alice's little brother Luke, who we only know is some sort of up and coming rockstar: