『ANTON THIEMKE ❙ CIS-MALE』 ⟿ looks like JAMES MARLOWE is here for HIS SENIOR year as a FINE ARTS student. He is 21 years old & known to be CLEVER, INVENTIVE, UNRELIABLE & EGOTISTICAL. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ SLOTH. 25. EST. SHE/HER.

hi hello welcome 2 my twisted mind ☺️ marlowe is a character i’m still fine-tuning bc he’s brand-new, so this is unfortunately.... a bit of a mess.... and mostly made up on the spot.... c’est la vie!!

(a late addition but u can also peep his weheartit collection here 4 some vibes)

his government name is james marlowe but he only goes by marlowe & only introduces himself as marlowe like he’s madonna or sting....  most ppl who know him (apart from like close friends) probably don’t even know what his first name is. maybe he doesn’t have one!

hails from Appalachia, specifically a trailer park in a poor-as-dirt stretch of Virginia where he was born n raised, baby. he’s Appalachian white trash and not afraid to admit it. marlowe’s very casual about his upbringing and his dumpster fire of a family (no less than three relatives are currently incarcerated, one of which is his older brother who’s probably serving a minor sentence for whatever dumb shit Tim Riggins got got for in FNL or like, selling illegal fireworks out of his trunk :/ ). the only thing he’s a little self-conscious about is his twang which he’s mostly suppressed by now, but other than that, he’s got no shame in where he comes from bc lbr no authentic artist ever came from money anyway!

born sandwiched in the middle of five siblings, marlowe’s always been wild and creative and impulsive, a loud-mouthed kid with too much to say for his own good, prone 2 getting in trouble but learning absolutely nothing from it. it was his mission in life to be Different from all the other kids who grew up where he grew up, with the way he talked, dressed, acted, because he knew that he was destined for bigger n better things so it was just a matter of getting other ppl to believe it, & then seeing how far a little talent and a lot of charisma would take him >:)

from age 8 onwards, he told people he was an “artist” and that became his primary identity. when he was 16 he completed an independent sculpture project (called “Skyscraper”) where he constructed a 20-foot tower made out of junk collected from around the trailer park and then glued Barbies n other dolls all clawing over each other to get to the top, smack dab in the middle of Main Street and refused to take it down even when the local fire department showed up 2 threaten him with fines. it did eventually get taken down bc it was ‘structurally unsound’ and someone nearly got concussed by a falling mannequin head, but at least it got some attention from local newspapers and w/ that as the crown jewel in his portfolio, marlowe got into a few different art/liberal arts schools the following year. radcliffe was the only one who offered a partial scholarship and the east coast sounded nice n far from home, so anyways lets go ✈️ college 

FAST FORWARD its senior year babey and marlowe’s been making the most of his time here at radcliffe. he’s a fine arts major but specializes in mixed media sculptures (and probably is really shit at most of his other classes, like art theory where u actually have to read textbooks? still life drawing? boring. yawn. won’t do it.) his entire profile as an artist i’m cribbing from Rachel Harrison bc I saw her exhibition at the whitney a little while ago and her sculptures made me go ?????¿¿¿¿¿ which i think is exactly the kind of bizarre nonsense that marlowe is going for with his “art”. feast your eyes on these masterpieces. the joke of it all is that marlowe is the first to admit that his art isn’t like.... good. but his philosophy is that if people respond to it & praise it like it’s art, then by definition, it’s art. and if it gets him places (like it got him onto Cultured Magazine’s “30 Young Artists To Watch This Decade″ list), then yeehaw!

When he’s not busy creating new monstrosities, marlowe takes one fat nap per day (usually at a time when he has class) and is otherwise a very social creature who needs constant attention. he’s got a lot of friends and is always looking to make more, not in a #fake way but just as a person who genuinely likes being around people. he very quickly gets bored if left on his own, so he’s prone to following people around campus like a stray cat regardless of whether or not they tell him to shoo. he dorms at Noland but is almost always found in other houses, often crashing in other people’s rooms (needs to be close to his friends or He’ll Die), and he definitely frequents parties, bc marlowe never passes up an opportunity to drink other people’s booze and get a lil messy and Chaotic. he’s [jim halpert voice] not a slut, but who knows? he’s kinda a slut! he’s also definitely pulled another stunt similar to Skyscraper by taking over the quad for a guerrilla art installation with his sculptures (and without the school’s permission oops) which may be the basis for some connections if ppl know him from that particular exploit!!

in summary..... marlowe can be a bit up his own ass at times, but being around him is generally a Good Time bc he’s easy-going and friendly and always down for anything, always. litcherally zero impulse control so nothing gets in the way of a dumb idea that might potentially make for a good story. perhaps he’s not the most reliable person, so don’t expect a prompt text back if ur in a life or death situation, and he doesn’t care very much about anything, so ur setting urself up for disappointment if you do expect him to care about something (the fact that he’s never been in a long-term relationship... very telling). all he wants to do is just have! fun all the time! he’s trying to scam his way into the American Dream with his dumb art, so that he can live a good life and maybe get rich and famous and eventually party at Art Basel in Miami with Frank Ocean! is that really so much to ask!

appearance: marlowe’s very vain and a lot of thought goes into his appearance even when (especially when) it doesn’t look like he’s done anything but roll straight out of bed. all of his outfits are as outrageous as his sculptures are ugly. think mismatched prints and loud colors, silk shirts gaping open like he got tired after the first three buttons, a pawn’s shop worth of jewelry, weird dangly earrings w/ feathers or tiny charms, tinted yellow or pink sunglasses, sometimes a bandana around his neck, just for extra flavor. his hair always has to look perfectly tousled; u can catch him checking out his reflection in pretty much every mirrored surface. at least half the surface area of his body is covered in tattoos & he’ll suggest getting more during every drunken night out, which... is why he has so many by now!

connections: to be quite honest its 2 am and i feel all of my higher brain functions shutting down so i’m gonna make these very simple n straightforward, but we can always workshop!!!! pls feel free to message me even if none of these strike ur fancy :0)

peers in the arts - friends, acquaintances, rivals, probably some former group project members holding a grudge....

fellow party animals who don’t mind sharing when marlowe inevitably mooches off their alcohol and drugs :)

unlikely friends!!!!! it’d be fun to have a friendship dynamic with someone who’s very different from him!!

a roommate in Noland... possibly one he’s not on good terms w/... even tho marlowe hardly EVER sleeps in his own dorm room, he uses it as a storage locker for all his “found” art materials. i can imagine that living in that mess would try the limits of anyone’s sanity :)  

enemies - they can hate his whole Genius Artist shtick and they’d be valid :/

fellow insomniacs! marlowe is very much a night owl (regular naps during the day may be 2 blame but oh well) so he needs a fellow nocturnal to hit up the late-night McDonald’s drive thru with him and then lay on the grass lookin at the stars and contemplating life’s great mysteries while eating chicken mcnuggets 

exes - idk if u can even call them tht when his past “relationships” have all had a lifespan of six weeks or less, but hey there’s drama in that too!!

fwb - i don’t think marlowe’s the type 2 be juggling too many fwb/hook-ups at one time simply because That’s A Lot of Work. that being said... he never likes to sleep alone ;) 

IV - Raging, This is the End

I loved that vacation on the sea just you and me, i always wanted to go to that place with someone since I was a child, it was really special to me and i loved that you enjoyed it , food was shit tho and it wasn’t as good as I remembered, but well worth it with you. After/before that i quit my job to study for the exams, i knew shitty days were coming and they were, but I had to do that, there was no other way, that job was a dead-end , draining my energy and abilities and opportunities, I had to graduate, I knew this would fuck us money wise and relationship wise, I would be way more needy,angry and would probably lead  straight down the rabbit hole , but I had to do it. In those days it was really hard for me, as you weren’t understanding at all , showed zero patience towards me and generally made me feel ever worse, that’s how i knew you weren’t the right for me , you just weren’t there for me, like you kept doubting me for everything, like doing business or having kids, that time when your period was really late, this drove me so far away from you, i was really disappointed and stopped loving you so much, i think that was the moment i started losing you for real, step by step,slowly over the course of an year. We went to Hamburg to visit my family that was nice , really thoughtful of you, I will go soon again, as i haven’t seen them ever since. Rome was good too, just that thing with the black guys was horrible, at that moment i didn’t realize what had happened, I was just so disgusted that i wanted to get away from them, I didn’t see that you got hurt or felt like that and do regret it to this day, its one of the things i really messed up.There we had a good time , we should have done more fun stuff, but i guess i was in a different mentality back then.That surprise i made for your birthday , i really put so much effort into it, I was thinking like stuff from our shared past and to make a trip down memory lane, i hope you didn’t sell the necklace, i see that you still wear the bracelet, I am happy that you do. The weekend getaway for our anniversary was nice, we should have done that way more often, i kinda regret now that i didn’t get my shit together to get a driving license, but i was just fucking worried how am i gonna cope with money and having a car, again the fucking money thing, i realize now how much of a problem not having enough money is , it gives you stress, makes you worry about a lot of stuff, stops you from doing things and prevents you from enjoying yourself, which adds up slowly over time and generates even more shit ,arguments and bad vibes. Slowly i was getting my shit together, i had graduated , my fucking internship was almost over , i was going to job interviews, which were all really bad,it was really draining on and when i finally thought i was gonna get shit done for good, like get a good law job,getting a driving license, fix my relationship with you, at which time it was already apparent to me that there was a problem i had been ignoring for quite some time and we were slipping   and finally  do what i thought i wanted to do and be happy,of course not even one of those things came to fruition ,everything came crashing down again .The whole driving test was rigged, they fucked me in the ass for money, over complicating absolutely everything, you being less and less understanding,cold and distant and increasingly more toxic and what hit the worse was the realization of post graduate life  that, you wont make any money and your life will be shit, thank you for studying for 6 long years , here is less money than a fucking cleaning lady, but yeah it says MR LAW in front of your name, shit i was gonna even be a detective, good thing i didn’t go down that path or how you were telling me to go for lawyer and we will manage with your salary and scraps from my dad, fuck what a shit show that would have been. You have no idea how shitty it was looking for a job and getting shit from interviewers and going on about ridiculous  job offers, because you and my dad were pressuring me, praise the Emperor I didn’t let that shit get to me, which was the difference between us , that i never listened to my parents, even though you always  made fun of me about being a little bitch and listening to my dad, nope, I am not you and I really really really hated how dependent on your parents opinions you were , how you made so much efforts to please them , although you thought you didn’t , you did a lot. Every time you went there for the holidays i would get pissed, because i wanted quality time with you, not to go to my fucking town and listen to my dad and his dumb as wife bullshits , it just drained me so much, being away from you, I should have embraced it and be happy for the alone time, but instead i missed you, which only shows how much I truly loved you. Standing in the cold in the frozen wind I’m leaving you behind but it’s not the end No, no, no Walking on a plane as I hold my breath It’s gonna be weeks till I breathe again How can someone not get depressed after so much shit coming their way, now when i look back I can’t blame myself that much for being like that, I mean i still blame me of course, I should have handled it better, but definitely i look with more kindness on myself going back over this period of my life, Nobody , literally nobody understood me, not even my dad, brother, friends , not even you, it was horrible , funny thing is now my friends are going through the same shit and my brother kinda is as well and they see , but back then no one even tried or made an effort, it was just nagging and bullshit and putting more and more pressure on me in a moment that i needed support and understanding.So in this shitstorm a trip with your parents was the last thing on my mind, but i could not go, you would go crazy and they would be offended, probably it would have been way better if i had not came. I really tried with them, I still can’t figure out why they never liked me. Maybe they knew i was a bad match for you and you had to keep it up with me or God knows why, it doesn’t even matter anymore of course, like most things.I was annoyed by them in that moment,but i was annoyed by everyone and everything you knew that and i still kept face and behaved, I helped them, i was useful and nice, except for groping your ass and fucking you like crazy, but WTF you were my girl, of course i would do that, Jesus fucking Christ, this was/is so  fucking ridiculous.Slowly over those months i could feel you slipping completely, you started to disrespect me a lot  and slowly  i went from your top priority, lol like that ever was true, to bottom line priority, you would prioritize time with your dumb ass bitch friends than spend time with me,the most absurd thing was that we would have fights that we don’t do anything and go anything, but so convenient, you would work on the weekends, the next one you would have lectures, the third one you would go see your mamma, and the 4th one in the month , you would be meh, lets go eat pizza, I’m tired and i wanna rest, which for me was okay , i loved taking you to restaurants, not the same five places of course, we could have tried more stuff, but every week we went out , the problem was you were bitching we don’t do shit and it was your fucking fault and i don’t blame you, i was bad company at the time , its normal to not wanting to spend time together, sadly i needed time alone, we should have split then, until i figure my shit out, that was the only way , but i was too weak to leave you, too desperate to hold on to our dying toxic relationship ,but If i had left you back then , we would still be together, how paradoxical that is, but it is God honest truth, but I’m glad that did not happen, because we would end up having kids or getting married and one day i would wake up and be like what the fuck is going on with my life and why am I with this women, who is clearly not worthy of me, as cmon you never were, not just looks and intelligence, but also your behavior , character and vibe, you are unstable , unreliable and untrustworthy and very volatile ,not someone who would want to have kids and build a future together for sure, good for some time,yes you were not right for me at all , but let me get that CRYSTAL CLEAR that doesn’t change the FACT that i loved you more than anything. Everybody around you was hating me , of course you would start to do the same ,for their own selfish reasons, your boss, he was jealous of me, the fat fucker, that i would get that ass every night and he can’t see his dick from his fat belly, but i didn’t give a damn about that porker, i have no idea why you thought i was jealous of him or whatever, an absurd notion. Back then i didn’t think you could fall so low like you are now, but to be honest you always had an affinity for gross disgusting guys , e.g Romane, Lazslo , that guy you used to date before, most of your male friends, I do believe they made you feel better and more secure, because you felt better than them and you did not have to put so much effort in it or worry about it , or feel bad and be willing to work for it. I saw that pattern even back then and from your conversations with your mom , I think you were raised like that as well, to be mediocre and settle for less , just so you don’t get burned by the fire, which is really sad, but hey , its only your life choices, so who cares. My step brother’s prom came and it was like a really weird spin of fate, two years before that was my brother’s prom and we were so happy ,not pretending, this time around,  we just looked happy in the photos and were pretending that everything was okay, which all my family noticed, sadly except for me , but to be honest i knew where we were headed , I just didn’t want to accept it , I used to talk with my dumb ass friend from my town over the phone, going on at great length , how much you are not for me and how much better it would be if we split, but i still had hope that we might get over this and things will be different , that you are different and I am not right, its only a temporary thing and so on and so on, what a fool for you and your love I was. After that your behavior grew increasingly erratic, you would pick fights with me for the slightest of things, complain about everything, nag and blab all the time. I was so worried at that time for securing employment and my upcoming last exam , that i scarcely took notice of said behavior  , which for the time was the exact thing i should have done, but as my mind cleared i focused on the things you were saying and complaining about, which was my complete downfall, trying logic and reason with you, when obviously you were doing it on purpose or perhaps you weren’t ,but it came from your deep underneath your  consciousness, in a way to force me to leave you , because you could not do it yourself. Those last months were horrible, constant bickering and fighting , i was gonna give you a meme - toxic is good , toxic is great , but we split before i managed to send it. This was quite visible and from the time we spend together or more correctly we did not, you would be at work or drinking with your slut friends , who more than anything wanted you to be single, it’s not normal for your girlfriend to get drunk, especially when she know she has a drinking problem, lol that was joke. But yeah it wasn’t normal that you would go out at noon to drink with you friends and come home at ten , knowing that this is our only free day we should rather spend it together doing something just the two us or with other people,but us together, that was my problem, not you drinking with your friends or in generally getting wasted, problem at the time of course, as I needed you, now if i was in the same situation it wouldn’t be a problem , i would just do the same with my friends or dump your disrespectful ass, you have no idea how low my tolerance for bullshit has become, if you think i was bad before, you should look at me now, I am perfectly aware of who I am, my self worth and self imagine, I am not gonna let anyone, let one some dumb ass bitch fuck with me or walk over me, its either my way or the fucking highway, you wanna be part of my life, my good vibes and self amusement mindset, have a good time, then you must contribute , you must bring something good to the table as well, if not , okay , good luck out there and hope you find what you are looking for. This has been my mindset lately and it has worked wonders for my mental state and happiness. No one cares about that tho , so lets move on  to the action part-  APOCALYPSE  Ever since i started working ,I was hoping things were gonna go improve and we might pull through , but nah, you were already set on breaking up and looking for another guy , that better looking guy from your work that split with his girl didn’t go for you, because he probably saw what you were and you took a liking into gorrila joe , he does look like a monkey to be honest or Mr. disgusting like we like to call him, he was giving you free attention, validating you and boosting your fragile ego and you decided why would you bother with me when you can have this wimp in your legs and walk over him , why try hard when you can go easy and let go of yourself and just give him the only thing you had of value, hidden between your legs. I remember when i met him for the first time, how he looked frightened, we were still together, he knew i knew what was up, but i did not believe you would fall so low and just disregarded him , i mean cmon this guy was so fucking disgusting, how could you even... Just before the end you would go into the most ridiculously arguments , like why i don’t want friends, it was none of your business and i have friends, i just didn’t seem them because of you , you would bitch and moan if I did and generally hated them and other stupid things you would fight with me, i knew the end was coming, as this shit has happened before with another , just a short explanation here, the moment we split she started writing me , sending me cringy snapchats videos of her, for the sole reason i can’t record them or SS , with stupid quesitons how are you doing and so on , my friends said i should fuck her to make you feel bad, but that whore was absolutely disgusting to me, i only entertained the idea of talking with her to get the old photos that got deleted, THAT WAS THE ONLY REASON, she was so insignificant and inconsequential to me that i wouldn’t even care if she would come butt ass naked to my doorstep begging for cock, i would laugh and go to the gym, she appeared again in this story 6 months later, but thats or the last chapter, if  she is reading this by any chance , just fuck off, you are a bad memory i erased long ago, like some dumb school project that you did ages ago, exactly can’t remember, doesn’t matter fuck off. But let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, we went to that nice Italian restaurant  and the whole time you were complaining and bitching about stuff , you made an effort not to agree with anything , i don’t want here i don’t want there, stupidity and disrespected pilled up with shit. I finally decided to act, so when we went home i confronted you and asked whats up, you were afraid again to tell me, didn’t have the courage to step up and say the truth , so you gave me the bullshit idk if we should be together, this was the defining moment , I showed you the door and told you to fuck off, you started crying and this was my biggest failure and mistake, that i thought you were different, i felt really bad and sorry for you and said to myself this is my girl i should try to fix it, but no dumbass , it was already unfixable and way too broken for me to repair, the only way this shit was gonna go down my way was if i had dumped you as i first told you to pack you stuff and leave,but my feelings for you again got the better of me . You picked the perfect moment for that of course, i was sick and was feverish , I couldn’t think straight at all , if i was okay , things would have been different and i wouldn’t have been that broken, but yeah my mistake again for putting my faith in you. You lied to me that you love me and said we will work things out, a blatant lie , knowing that you were gonna pack your shit and vanish the day after that , as you do best. And the most disgusting thing was that you were still making plans with me to go to Greece and on a holiday, using for the last time, before we go our separate ways, maybe your guilt got in the way or me pushing you too hard, otherwise you would have stayed for longer with me and God forbid , if we stayed together until the winter, stop me from coming here or we could have pushed through and made it ,who knows, Praise the Emperor that things went the way the did, for me to see you as the person you really are, not that perfect image i had of you.

We finally arrive to that day 29 of August, from the morning i knew something wasn’t right I could sense you, even thought , the last night we slept together i just knew this was it, I could feel it , i asked to leave work earlier and headed home ,but it was already too late as i entered the door my heart fell andwhat happened after that I will cover in the last chapter of your story.

The Song Remains the Same-Part 2

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Meg Masters, Castiel Novak, Gadreel, Reader

Text messages are in bold

Madison Square Garden Arena, 2017

The concert had been sold out for months.  Everyone who was anyone was clamoring for a ticket.  The bands latest song, “Hunt You Down” had been number one on the charts for a record-breaking sixteen weeks straight.

Dean had recently been named People’s “Sexiest Man Alive”, and he couldn’t stop talking about it, much to everyone’s annoyance. It just served to add to his already over-inflated ego.

It was time for soundcheck, and the band gradually trickled in. Dean was first with his latest blond eye candy in tow.  Cas and Meg, still together, came in second.  Sam wandered in quietly, talking with Gadreel the lead guitarist in a low voice.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean demanded. “Dammit, Meg, we don’t have time to waste with her bullshit! This concert is being filmed for Netflix.  We have to be perfect! Find her!”

Meg sighed with annoyance and dialed your number. It went to voicemail.  “You guys start warming up. Lemme try to locate her.” She sent you a text

Meg: Where are you?

Y/N:  In the limo outside.

Meg: Should I come?

Y/N :  Yes, please

Meg found the limo and hopped in.  She took in your tear-stained face and swollen eyes.  “What’s going on, Y/N?”

“I don’t think I can play tonight.” You mumbled, fresh tears pouring out.  “I just came from the doctor.  I’m….I’m pregnant, Meg.”

A huge grin broke out on Meg’s face.  “That’s amazing news! Have you told him yet? He’s gonna be so excited!”

You and Meg had been friends for a long time. Meg knew you wouldn’t disappoint the fans, you just needed a minute to freak out and then you would be fine.

You shook your head sadly, the tears starting again.  “What am I going to do, Meg?”

She gave you an appraising stare.  “Is there something your not telling me?

“How do I tell the man I love that I don’t know if my baby is his or his brother’s?” You sobbed.

Stanford 2007

You worked your ass off for the next three days and mastered the band’s songs like you had been playing them forever.  Dean grudgingly admitted to Sam that you were a very talented drummer.  You were also a huge pain in the ass.  You challenged him constantly and seemed completely immune to his charm.  He wasn’t used to that.

Sam thought you were adorable, all that fire and sass wrapped up in such a small package.  You and he became fast friends.  He secretly loved how you didn’t take any of Dean’s shit.

Cas liked your feistiness, you reminded him of his Meg.  You were a welcome change from the unreliable Balthazar.  Meg knew if she could prevent you and Dean from killing each other, that the band really had a chance of making it. She hoped the guy from Death Siren saw what she did.

You were all sitting around eating pizza when you looked over at Dean. “Can I give you some advice?”

“I suppose,” Dean responded neutrally.

“I don’t think you should do lead guitar and vocals.  You should just focus on vocals.  You have an amazing voice, but your guitar skills are mediocre at best.  Hire a lead guitarist.  My cousin Gadreel is amazing on guitar and he….”

“No.” Dean practically growled, interrupting you.  “You don’t get to come in here after three days and tell me I suck at guitar.  Fuck you! I need some air.” He flew out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Wow, Y/N.  That was a little harsh.” Sam commented.

“It may have been harsh, but it was the truth.  Seems to me everyone kisses Dean’s ass around here.  I’m just being honest.  Nevermind, forget I said anything. I need a break.  I’m going for a walk.” You walked out the other door, in the opposite direction Dean had gone.

The night of the concert came, and everything just gelled together perfectly. Your outfit of denim short shorts, thigh-high black boots, and a black leather vest made Dean do a double take.  “That’s more like it!” He said with a smirk right before you took the stage.

“Bite me, Dean!” You snapped, taking a seat behind your kit.

“Keep dressing like that, sweetheart, and I just might.”

Your adrenaline level after the concert was through the roof. Sam grabbed you in a bear hug backstage. “You sounded amazing, Y/N!”

You gave him a silly grin because the celebratory beer someone had shoved into your hand had gone straight to your head.  You’d been way too nervous to eat before the show. “You weren’t half bad yourself, handsome.”

Sam was about to say something when Meg came running over.  “The rep from Death Siren Records wants to meet you guys!” She said excitedly. “Where’s Dean?”

“I thought I saw him go down the hall there.” You commented, pointing behind you.

“Can you go grab him, Y/N? Sam, can you come with me? You’re really good at kissing up to people.” Meg commented as she grabbed his arm.

Sam rolled his eyes.  “Thanks a lot, Meg.”

You went off down the hall in search of Dean.  You were positive you had seen him come down this way.  “Dean?” You called softly.  No answer.  At the end of the hall, you came to a door that was half ajar. And from the moans and cries that were coming out from behind it, someone was getting lucky.

“For the love of…….” you began angrily.

Marching up to the door, you took a deep breath and stuck your head in.  Dean had a blonde backed up against the wall, her legs around his waist, and he was pounding into her.  She was wailing and moaning like a bad porn star but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Dean! The guy from Death Siren wants to meet us! Meg sent me to find you! Would you put it back in your pants and come on!” You hissed furiously.

He looked over at you and smirked. “Jealous, Y/N?”

“Not even a little, asshole.” You snapped before pulling the door shut.

By the time you got backstage, Dean was right behind you, looking rumpled and gorgeous.  You whispered to him,  “She was totally faking it, you know that, right?  That the best you could do?”

“You offering to take her place?” He asked, giving you a look that suddenly made you shiver.

Before you could respond, Meg saw you and pulled you and Dean over towards a dark-haired man dressed in all black.  “Guys, this is Fergus Crowley, from Death Siren Records.”

“Nice performance.  I like your look and your sound.  I love that you have a female drummer. That makes you unique.  I’d like to have a meeting with you and your manager next week if it’s convenient.  Here’s my card.  Call my office to set something up. I look forward to talking with you.” He handed his card to Meg before departing.

After he had left, Meg grabbed her beer bottle that she had stashed behind a piece of equipment.  She clinked her bottle with yours.  “I knew getting you in the band was our ticket to bigger and better things!  Now let’s go get drunk!”

The five of you stood outside the chrome and glass building that housed the L.A.offices of Death Siren Records.  It was just almost time for your meeting with Fergus Crowley.  

“Okay guys, this is it,” Meg said to the four of you. “This is our chance.  Let’s not blow it.  I have worked too damn hard to get you here.  Try not to be an asshole, Dean, okay?”  Dean just scowled at her.

Cas put his arms around Meg and rested his head on her shoulder.  She visibly relaxed.  “Everything will be fine, Babe.  We got this.” Cas said firmly before kissing the top of her head.

  You marveled at them.  How the prickly, mercurial Meg and the calm, zen Cas worked as a couple you just did not understand.  But they did.  They were one of the most solid couples you had ever seen.

“Are you ready for this?” You asked Sam.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.” He replied firmly.  Dean was standing apart from the group, and he looked really nervous. You walked over to him.

“I’m only gonna say this once, so listen up.  You are very talented.  Don’t ever doubt that.  Yeah, the girls are gonna die when they get a load of you, but you are way more than a pretty face.  Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

For once, he didn’t make a smart-ass remark.  He just smiled at you and said, “Thanks, Y/N.  I needed that.“

You tried not to fidget as you sat in Crowley’s office sipping Perrier waiting for him to arrive.  He was running late from a meeting.  You felt eyes on you and when you looked Sam was staring at you.  “What? Is my face dirty?”

“No! Nevermind.” He said quickly, looking away.

Finally, Crowley arrived. “Sorry I’m late, boys…..and girl.” He hastily added.  “So, I think you have just the sound we have been looking for.  We would like to sign you to a 2-record deal and get you into the studio to record a demo.  There is just one change I think needs to be made.”

“And that is?” Meg asked.

Crowley turned to Dean. “I think you should focus on being the lead singer only.  You are good at working the audience, especially the women, and with your looks, we need to play that up. Your guitar skills are good, but not great.  You need to hire a lead guitarist.” 

“I know someone.” You piped up.  “My cousin Gadreel is a great guitarist and is interested in joining the band.”

Dean shot you an annoyed look.  He was waiting for you to say, “I told you so.”

“I’m going to give you a week to get this Gadreel on board. I will book you some studio time for the end of next week if that works for you.” Crowley asked.

“I would like to have our lawyer look over the contract before we sign,” Meg stated regally.

“Of course,” Crowley said smoothly. “I’ll have my assistant give you a copy.  I look forward to hearing from you.”  And he stood up, indicating the meeting was over.  You shook hands with him and left.

As we made the long drive back to Standford in Dean’s Impala, everyone chatted excitedly. Since Sam was pre-law be began reviewing the contact in the car.  Meg’s mother Lilith was a lawyer, and she was going to look over the contact and see if it was legit.

Cas was busy scribbling in the notebook he always carried around with him.  “What are you writing, Cas?” you asked curiously.

“Song lyrics.” He said absently, humming under his breath.

“Don’t bother talking to him, he’s in “The Zone.” Meg joked.  “He barely even knows we’re here.  You should text Gadreel.”

You pulled out your phone and sent off a text to your cousin.

Y/N: Hey Gad, it’s me

Gadreel: Hey Cos, what’s up?

Y/N: We are probably getting signed by Death Siren and need a lead guitarist.  You interested?

Gadreel: Hell yeah!

Y/N: Can you meet us tomorrow morning at 8 to jam?

Gadreel: Sure, where?

Y/N: 5115 North College Ave.

Gadreel: Cool, see you then!

You turned to Meg.  “Gad is in.  He’s coming tomorrow to practice with us.”

“Perfect.” She said happily. You looked up in the mirror and saw Dean scowling at you, his eyes stormy.  He was clearly pissed about something.

“Is there a problem?” You asked.

“I’m not sold on this idea.” He muttered.

“But you heard what Crowley said!” You responded, annoyed.

It was late when we got back to Stanford.  Meg wanted to drop the contract off at her parent’s so she headed out with Cas in tow.  Sam was still trying to keep up with his classes and he had a test to study for so he left soon after.  You decided to get in some practice time since you had too much nervous energy from the long car ride.

After you had let loose on the drums for a good fifteen minutes you looked up.  Dean was leaning against the doorway, long legs crossed, watching you play.  He clapped a few times and you ripped your headphones off.

“Your still here?” You said rudely.

“Watching you let loose on the drums is one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life.” He said in a low voice, walking towards you.

“Look, Dean, I know you’re mad about Gadreel….” you began.

He was standing in front of you now, his green eyes burning into yours.  “Oh, I’m not mad. I want to do what’s best for the band.  I’m just frustrated.”

You cocked your head to one side.  “About?”

His hand reached out and caressed your face, tilting your chin up.  Your wide eyes met his, and you were almost hypnotized by the brilliant green.   “About how much you piss me off, and yet I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

“Dean….I…..” You started to say.

“Do you ever shut up?” He asked before pressing his lips against yours

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Keith has noticed in the past few months of, uh, close observation that Lance in particular has a cheesy soft spot for children. Doesn't matter if it has eight tentacles and toxic fangs--if it's looking for it's mommy, Lance's lip wobbles until it's reunited with whatever lovecraftian beast it spawned from.

Sometimes there is no reunion. That's the hard part.

The little creature that looks like a painfully cute Ghibli spirit but cries corrosive acid is having a hard time letting go of Lance's leg, and Lance seems to be having a hard time shaking it off. Actually. he's probably not even trying.

Look, it's not like Keith--hates kids or anything crazy like that. He's just historically terrible with them and alien kids come with a whole new host of weirdness that he might as well not even bother trying to figure out. Better not to make sensitive situations even worse, even if it means standing away and looking like an asshole.

Lance can't resist ruffling the head of rubbery seaweed that passes for hair, and either Keith is hearing things or that's a quiet sniffle Lance can't quell.

"You'll be okay, little buddy. Thanks for all your help today."

Keith gets a weird feeling in his chest at that, has to look away before someone catches the look on his face. Shiro has been suspiciously eyeing him all day like he's been waiting for him to break or something--the guy who knows him better than anybody, so that's bad.

It's just. Keith has never had any illusions, alright, about what Lance is like or about how people will settle when there aren't a lot of options. He's definitely not stupid but he also doesn't have enough dignity, apparently, to NOT just take what he can get because it's better than not having Lance at all. He's pathetic, okay?

Anyway, the point is that despite him having no illusions and whatever the hell, it still really stings when something happens that drives it home even further: they could be compatible in a thousand different ways but Lance loves kids, Lance probably wants kids in his life provided he survives this and goes home, and Keith is a known hermit crab who can evidently only connect with other people when he's forced into life or death situations with them for months/years on end.

"Stop being self-deprecating." Hunk has this uncanny ability to sneak up on people, holy shit. "I don't know what it's about, but stop."

"I'm not--" but Hunk also has this uncanny ability to zoom in on your soul and read it in a manner of nanoseconds, "--fine, sorry."

Keith gets a clap to the shoulder that almost sends him to the ground before Hunk moves on to check the engine on the pod that was smoking earlier. Interesting day.

  "Time to say goodbye, team." Shiro, polite but firm. "We're moving." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lance is off that night before bed, with nobody really knowing what to say to him or even suspecting what might be wrong. Keith is the least adept at comforting people but he's going to try, legs crossed and eyes pensive on Lance's (sometimes their) bed. 

"Hey," he grabs Lance's hand and pulls it into his lap, "What's wrong? You're being weird."

Lance huffs and flips onto his back, but without letting go of their joined hands. Keith's heart flutters stupidly. 

"That kid today," another shaky breath, "he just--reminded me of my little brother, that's all."

His family seemed, at least to Keith who has only ever heard half-exasperated and sometimes unreliable anecdotes about them, very large and exhausting but extremely close-knit and loving. And of course, Lance never got to say goodbye to them or even 'see you later' because...why would he think he was going to fight an evil, creeping empire in space indefinitely?

"Lance. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I just--I just wanna get this done so I can at least. See them to know they're okay and stuff. And also save the universe, obviously."

"Obviously." Keith takes his own shuddering breath. "I know I can come across like...insensitive sometimes, I guess? I don't have anything to go home to."

Lance sits up. "Keith..."

God, why did he say anything? "It's true. This has been the best part of my life, how sad is that?"

"It's because I'm here, isn't it?" His boyfriend with the inappropriate comedic timing, classic. But it hits close to home. 

"That's a lot of it." It's--a little too honest, because Lance's face changes.

"Oh my god. Hunk told me something was up with you, too."

Keith is quiet for his own good. 

"You know I think the Galra thing is hot, right?"

Okay, no. He opens his mouth to protest, face flushed, but Lance seals it with his thumb.

"Kidding. I'm kidding! But listen, okay? I'm not going to leave when this is over. I mean, we're both leaving because as cool as space is we definitely need to get it out of our systems--anyway, we're going home and you're meeting my family."

What.

“My mom’s probably gonna be weird about my boyfriend living with us, but she’ll calm down when I tell her you lived alone in, like, a conspiracy nut shack in the desert.”

WHAT.

"I didn't settle for you, dumbass! I'm in love with you or something!"

So Keith is confirmed a huge jerk and an idiot, too. He covers his burning face with his other arm, making Lance snort meanly. 

"Ugh." Keith says, humbled. "That's embarrassing."

"Yeah, it is. Can we cuddle now? Because I'm still sad about, you know, the family I might never see again. Glad you're feeling better, though."