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Placing a hand on your waist, while the other moved to support the pile of clothes, he gently pushed you out of the way.

Leaning against the door frame, you watched with admiration at Brian as he took over placing your clothes high up.

Your mind quickly switching to the dark side reminding you of your past. Shaking in fear, you moved to sit on the edge of your bed. Letting out a heavy sigh, as you tried to rid your mind of these thoughts.

In your previous relationship, he had been abusive in all ways. If he had to help he would make you pay. If you had broken something, you would pay. Seeking help from a therapist after the breakup, they had informed you that there would be instances like these.

Closing your eyes you began breathing in through your nose, you exhaled through your mouth. 

“Hey,” Brian spoke in a soft tone. His hands gently caressing your thighs. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He muttered as he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, we’re okay.”

Tearing began escaping your eyes as you listened to his soothing words. “I’m sorry.” You sobbed.

Catching your tears with his thumbs, he placed gentle kisses along your face.

“No baby.” He breathed. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” 

Nodding your head, you allowed silence to fall between you. Once you were ready, you opened your eyes. Greeting Y/E/C was a pair of ice blue ones. 

“Let’s get something to eat, yeah?” He questioned his expression etched with one of concern.

“Please.” You croaked.

Exiting the bedroom, he allowed you to be alone to gain composure. Once you felt that you were ready, you made your way to the kitchen. Rounding one of you walked straight into one of your end tables that housed a vase.

The sound of shattering glass coursed through the air. 

“Babe!” Brian yelled, rounding the corner, immediately halting his movements, gazing between you and the vase.

When he gazed at you, you stood frozen in place like a deer in headlights. Something snapped in your head, before you profusely started apologizing, dropping to your knees. Rapidly, you attempted to grasp pieces of shattered glass.

“Babe?” Brian questioned in disbelief. “Babe!”

Dropping to his knees, he quickly made his way beside you. Grasping your wrist he halted your moments.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!” You spoke as your voice began quivering. “Please don’t hurt me!” You shrieked. 

Brian gazed at you with a slacked jaw. Quickly, he took the pieces of the vase from your hand as he wrapped his arms around you. He placed kisses on the top of your head as you began sobbing.

“Babe, I’m not mad. It’s not your fault.” Brian spoke in a calming tone. “You’re okay. Nothing’s going to happen to you while I’m around.” He rubbed his hand up and down your back.

After some time passed, you pulled away from Brian but staying close enough to keep his grasp around you. “I’m sorry.” 

“You are really brave you know that?” Brian spoke, tears filling his eyes.

Your jaw falling slightly, as you gazed at the man before you. 

Pulling you gently towards him, he placed his lips on yours in a sweet kiss.

“I will never hurt you. You’re safe with me.” He whispered as you tucked yourself under his chin and in his lap.

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Since joining the crew, you and Brian had become closer than you were with any of the others. He was someone you always counted on, someone you practically spent all your time with.

Choking on your drink you stared at him with confusion. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” He spoke. “We can go see the Christmas light decorations....”

“I don’t want to intrude.” 

Brian scoffed while rolling his eyes. “Pack your bag, we’ll leave tonight.”

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Once you arrived at Brian’s mom’s house, you couldn’t help the feeling of sticking out like a sore thumb. You hadn’t met anyone of the crew’s parents before, which made you more nervous.

As you exited the car, Brian picked up on your nervousness.

“Hey, don’t be nervous.” He spoke his voice filled with concern.

You scoffed, before rolling your eyes. “Geez, thanks, I’m cured.”

“My mom’s gonna love you.”

“How can you be sure?” You questioned your voice wavering. 

Brian moved to stand in front of you. Placing a comforting hand on your forearm, he gave you a gentle squeeze. 

“I...” 

As you stood in front of him, you became hyper-aware of his ice-blue eyes boring into you. His dirty blond hair becoming more prominent in the porch light that illuminated the night. Becoming aware of how close you were standing, you began to lean into him, Brian quickly mirroring your movements.

“Brian!” The front door swung open revealing Brian’s mom. “You’re here!” 

Both of you jumped away from each other as his mom and dad bounded down the porch steps. 

“It’s been too long, son.” Brian’s dad spoke clasping a hand on his shoulder in an attempted greeting.

“You must be, Y/N. We’ve heard so much about you!” Brian's mom exclaimed as she pulled you in for a tight hug. Your body immediately tensing underneath the sudden contact.

“Come, you two must be exhausted.” 

Nodding your head, you followed Brian’s mom into her house. As you walked in, you were greeted by a group of eyes from practically everyone in his family. Gulping, you could feel the palms of your hands becoming sweaty. 

“Don’t worry.” Brian’s comforting voice whispered in your ear. “They’re gonna love you.”

“Follow me to your room.” 

“Room?” You questioned Brian as panic began bubbling inside. “As in singular?” Brian shared your concerned expression as his gaze was brought back to his mom, opening the door to your shared room.

“Goodnight, you too.”

“Goodnight.” You both simultaneously responded.

Clearing your throat, you looked around the room noticing there was only one bed.

“I’ll take the floor,” Brian spoke as he placed the bags down.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m gonna change.”

Once you changed, you crawled into one side of the bed making yourself comfortable.  

“Are you sure you’re comfortable sharing?” Brian questioned as he stood hesitantly on the open side of the bed.

You hummed while teetering on the edge of consciousness. Brian crawled into the bed practically laying on the edge. 

The warmth of the blankets and the warmth radiating off of Brian was enough to push you into dreamland.

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Waking up, you groaned quietly. Reaching up, you rubbed your eyes as you began coming out of the daze of sleep. Confusion etched along your features as your head was laying on something firm rather than fluffy. Gazing down, you realized you were sleeping with your head on Brian’s chest, while his arm was wound tightly around your waist.

Your subtle movements were enough to wake him up. Groaning he lulled his head to the side.

“Goodmorning.” You greeted sweetly, as returned to your previous position.

“Oh.” His deep morning voice echoed through your ears. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” 

“We should get dressed.”

Nodding your head, neither of you dared to move. The warmth of the bed and Brian, winning over the coldness out of it.

“There you two are!” Brian’s mom exclaimed, happily clasping her hands together. 

“It’s about time you love birds came down.” Brian’s uncle spoke, glancing atop the newspaper in his hands.

Furrowing your eyebrows together, you quickly glanced at Brian who was sharing your expression.

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Shutting the door, you let out a content sigh. The overwhelming feeling of home washed over you. The Orchestra room, was your home away from home since you were always there practicing.

Opting for a change of scenery, you decided to take a seat in the back row. Grabbing your sheet music, you placed it on the stand in front of you. Turning towards your case, you had placed it on the chair beside you. Opening the case, you pulled your bow out before tightening it ever so slightly, then you grabbed your rosin and began moving it up and down on your bow.

Once you were satisfied with the amount of rosin on your bow, you pulled your violin out, placing the shoulder rest on it then placing it on your shoulder. Angling your head you held the Violin between them. Reaching underneath the violin you began twisting the tuning pegs, allowing you to tune your violin.

After tuning, you felt as though you were ready to begin playing. You glanced at the key before checking the tempo. Placing your bow on the strings you began moving your fingers to hit the notes. Losing yourself in the music you began to sway slightly as you played.

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As Sweet Pea entered the Northside school, he couldn’t help but have a foul mood. He hated the North siders and now he would have to go to school with them. Luckily, he had his closest friends beside him to help him get through the day. 

Naturally, they arrived late to school. Walking towards their assigned lockers, they placed their belongings in them before making their separate ways toward their respected classrooms. 

Sweet Pea grumbled to himself as he made his way towards the Choir room. Each student was required to take some sort of music class to graduate. The soft sound of instrument melody filled his ears. 

Glancing around the hallway, he was alone which allowed him to follow the sweet melody. The music led him straight to the orchestra room. There he gazed through the window and saw an innocent looking girl playing her violin.

---

Losing yourself in the music, you continued playing until you felt the sensation of somebody watching you. Glancing towards the door, you saw a guy with a black leather jacket gazing at you. 

You could feel heat rising in your cheeks as you locked gazes with him. Normally, you weren’t one to play for an audience, however, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop playing. 

As you gazed at each other, you didn’t miss the blush that made its way to his cheeks nor did you miss the soft smile he sent you.

The sound of a bell interrupted your moment, as it signaled the end of class and the start of a new class.

Sighing, you broke the gaze you shared and begun putting away your violin. Once you were finished, you held onto a small inkling of hope that he would be waiting for you. As you exited the orchestra room, you glanced around only to see the mysterious serpent nowhere in sight.

“There you are!” Reggie exclaimed throwing his arm around your shoulders. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I should’ve known you’d be in the music hallway.”

You rolled your eyes, before shrugging off his arm. “You should’ve looked there first, that’s where I always am.”

“Clearly.” Reggie scoffed. “Come on, you don’t want to be late for  next period.”

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The rest of the day, your mind was clouded with the thought of the mysterious guy from this morning. You couldn’t help but think back to the intimate moment you shared. It was a moment you hadn’t shared with anyone before.

In one of your classes, you were sitting beside Tony and Fangs. They were quick to introduce themselves to you. A grin made it’s way to your face as you had become friends with some of the South siders.

“This is, Sweet Pea.” Fangs spoke introducing you to the guy you had seen earlier in the day.

“Nice to meet you, Sweet Pea, I’m Y/N.” You grinned shaking his hand.

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Since that day, you had developed a close bond with the younger Serpents. It was rare that you were seen without one or all by your side. They had taken you under their wing and protected you as their own. 

You and Sweet Pea began developing a close bond. He would often skip classes, to spend time listening to you play your violin in the orchestra room. Fireworks always seemed to erupt in your stomach anytime he was near you. “What is he doing with her?” Archie questioned as he stared daggers at the sight of you and Sweet Pea walking through the halls.

“I don’t know man.” Reggie shrugged. “It’s crazy that they excepted her into their group.”

--

“This is Y/n,” Toni spoke introducing you to FP.

Fangs had convinced you somehow to hang out with the younger serpents at the wyrm.

“Hi.” You shook his hand, as your voice came out meek and meager. 

“Ah, so she’s the North sider you’ve all been talking about.”

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“Dude! There is absolutely Elena should’ve ended up with Stefan!” Jessica huffed out in annoyance. 

“Dude!” Adam’s tone mocking Jessica’s, “Why should she end up with Damon! Stefan is better for her.”

The day had only just begun, and you were already getting a head ache. Pinching the bridge of your nose, sighing in frustration before you interjected, “Guys! Can we not do this today? The last time you two argued about the Vampire Diaries, neither of you spoke to each other for three weeks!”

Both of their heads snapping towards you.

“It wasn’t my fault!” they both replied in unison.

“I don’t care whose fault it is, I’m ending it.” You replied sassily, making your way over to the coffee pot, before Jessica said, “Someone’s crabby this morning.”

“Gee. I wonder why that is. One of my best friends banged on my door to wake up rather than waking me up like a civil human being, while the other,” you turned to glare at Adam, before continuing, “decided to strike up the age old Vampire Diaries argument.”

“You’re not wrong.” “Yeah, sorry.” They both apologized at the same time. 

“Now, please tell me why, both of you are here on my weekend off.”

“That’s why were here, to pppaaarrrttyyyyyyy!” Jessica said in her best Kristen Wiig voice. 

“You’ve seen Bridesmaids way too much.”

“It’s a life style. Don’t judge.” 

Putting your hands up in surrender, she busted with laughter. 

“Alright, peace out Bitches.”

Both you and Adam looked at each other in confusion.

“Some of us,” she started, as she made her way to collect her purse, “have to work on Fridays. Y/N, I’ll see you tonight for Girls Night. Bye, Adam.” With that Jessica, left your apartment.

“So....” you say awkwardly, rocking back and forth on your feet.

“So...” Adam said awkwardly.

Realizing you were still in your pajamas you said, “I’m gonna go, get dressed. It’s your pick today.”

“YES!” Adam maneuvered his way to the couch and made himself confortable.

Chuckling you left the kitchen. Adam was your best friend, but you also had feelings for him. He was practically your dream guy but made into reality.

Adam was an excellent actor. He was the most humble Hollywood actor you’ve ever met regardless, of him being the only actor you’ve ever met and became friends with. His successes made you over the moon. Jessica was always trying to tell you that Adam shared your feelings, but you always rejected her opinion the subject. She was your best friend and she didn’t want you to get hurt.

While you were changing, you suddenly thought of how weird Adam was being lately. Normally, he had coffee every day in a to go cup from the small mom and pop coffee shop that was down the street. The last few weeks, he’s been having coffee at your apartment or not at all.

Shoving the thought from your mind, you made your way to sit on the couch next to Adam.

“Hey.” He said a smile.

“Hey, yourself.” You replied softly.

Adam decided on Bobs Burgers, knowing that it was a favorite of yours. It didn’t take long, before you noticed his actions. He had begun leaning towards, which caused him to fulling lean on you, with his shoulder touching yours. Not wanting him to move, you didn’t say anything while smiling to yourself.

About two hours later, and a plethora of different positions on the couch, you finally settled with bunch your legs up leaning against Adams thigh. His right arm, was lazily draping over your legs. Neither of you said anything in fear of the other moving.

You weren’t sure when, but hours later you and Adam had cuddled up on the couch. He was laying behind you fast asleep, spooning you from behind with his face nuzzling your ear. Your heads resting on your extended arms, opening your eyes you saw your fingers intertwined with each other.

Suddenly, Jessica bursted through the door startling you. Adam, was still sound asleep.

“Y/N!” She whisper yelled, “he does like you!”

“Jessica!” You hissed in annoyance, “now is not the time!”

Eventually, Adam woke up and decided he should leave. Jessica kept pestering you, about how he didn’t want to leave.

After you both got ready for your ‘Girls Night’, Jessica was overwhelmed with excitement. She had been trying to get you to go out with her for week. Apparently, there was a new up and coming bar she wanted you to try out.

It was well into the night, and you were beyond Tipsy. Suddenly, Adam showed up at the bar.

“Adam!” You squealed over the music, leaping at him. Thankfully he caught you, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He was chuckling that you were drunk and beyond thrilled to see him, “Nice to see you too, Y/N.”

“Let’s get you home, yeah?”

“What about Jessica?”

“I’ll have the bartender make sure she gets a cab.”

“Okay.” You replied placing a kiss on his cheek before he put you down.

Adam was able to get you up the stairs, with minimal stumbling on your part. He considered this to be a small victory.

Leading you to your bedroom, he asked, “Do you think you can change by yourself?”

“Yeah, I’m an adult!”

Laughing at your humor even though you were drunk, he left the room so you could change. After a few minutes went by, he knocked on the door before entering. You were already, crawling into bed.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uh,” he started awkwardly, “that’s my shirt.”

“Oh,” you left out softly looking down at it, “Sorry, I, Uh, could take it off if you wa-“

Before you knew it, he had your head in his hands, moving you to look up at him, while you were still on your knees. He rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mixing with one another. Your hands traveling up to grip his wrists desperate for his touch. Ever so slowly, he inched his face closer to yours, lips barely touching yours. They felt like velvet, with warmth radiating off of them. Kissing him, felt like everything you’ve ever imagined.

Pulling away from the soft kiss, you moved so you were under the blankets, pulling Adam with you.

“I’ve waited so long for his,” he said while cupping your cheek in his hand, “I thought you didn’t want me.” He finally said while, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I’ve only wanted you Adam,” you murmured softly, “it’s always been you. I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too, Y/N. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

Adam began kissing you again, it wasn’t until his tongue was exploring your mouth that he tasted the alcohol, remembering that he had picked you up from the bar only hours ago.

Pulling back slightly from the kiss, earning a whine from you, he began, “If you remember this tomorrow, and that’s a big if, we can talk about this..” sadness was evident in his voice.

The next morning, you woke up to a cold bed. Moving your arm next to you, to search for Adam, you were met with nothing but an empty space.

Groaning, you sat up in bed and looked over to the previously occupied spot. It was barely warm, which meant he hadn’t been up much longer before you. Suddenly, the smell of coffee brewing filled the air. You moved the blankets, to retreat from bed.

Adam was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching a nature documentary before you entered.

“Hey, you’re aw-mph”

You cut him off placing your lips over his, knowing he had widened eyes, you placed yourself in his lap wrapping and arm around his shoulder, while your other hand was tangeling itself into his long dark hair. Biting his bottom lip, he moaned at the sudden sensation, bringing his hands to grip your hips, pulling you closer to him. Opening his mouth, he allowed your tongue to search his mouth. Your senses were overtaken by his sent, with each inhale you could smell his soap, his shampoo, his shaving cream. It was the most delicious smell. His tongue, was gentle yet demanding. The longer we kissed, the more the world fell away, leaving just the two of us entangled in each other.

Pulling the appendage from his throat, you both were out of breath.

“We need to talk about last night,” you panted out.

“Yes,” he planted in agreement, “We do.. Would you like to go on a date sometime?”

“I’m not busy tonight,” you replied

“Great. It’s a date.”

“Boys! Can we please, not argue during lunch. Thanks.” You said interrupting both Winchester, before they could keep the argument going.

“Geez Sweetheart. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today or...”

“Why do you always assume I woke up crabby?”

Both men exchanged a knowing glance, before Dean started again, “Uh, well, because most of the time you?”

“Dean, stop,” Sam hissed.

“Oh?”

“Uh... Yeah, I mean, we’re kinda chained to you anyway..”

“Chained to me?” You asked in confusion.

“Dean!” Sam yelled, “Now is not the time!”

“Oh, so you feel like that too, Sam?”

Silence fell over the kitchen. The tension in the air was getting impossibly, thicker, than before.

You wouldn’t admit it, but you had feelings for Dean, and hearing your best friend, say that they felt, “Chained” to you hurt more than anything.  

Getting up from the table, you furiously, made your escape towards your room. Once you got to your room, you locked your door after, you were inside. Something, you don’t normally do. 

Hours passed by like minutes, when you heard a soft knock on the door.

“Y/N? I uh... I know you’re mad at Sam and Dean...But can you and I still talk and hangout?” A nervous voice sounded through the door.

Getting up from you previous spot on your bed, you paused your move. Opening the door you were met with a puppy face, from Jack. 

“Of course, Jack!” Stepping aside, you allowed the tall man to enter into your room. 

Resuming the movie, you and Jack watched your shared favorite movie. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. 

A week had gone by, and you still haven’t given in to talking to either Winchester. Although, they did try their hardest it still didn’t work.

“Hey, Y/N! Did you watch last nights Game of Thrones Episode? Cause I did....Without you....Remember that time you were pissed at me for watching Game of Thrones without you... Well what do ya say?”

You didn’t hesitate in continuing about with the task at hand. 

Sighing in frustration, Sam left you alone. 

Then it was Dean’s turn.

“What’re you guys watching?”

Jack responded excitedly, “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them! Y/N, said it’s a prequel to the Harry Potter Movies! Right, Y/N?” 

Both men turned to you in expectation of an answer. They were greeted with nothing but silence.

“Well, Harry Potter is for Nerds. Isn’t that right Y/N?”

Turning towards Dean, you just gave him a glare. 

Sighing in defeat, he retreated from the movie room.

It wasn’t until later that night, that Sam cracked first. The clock read 11:30pm, and you were still awake. Picking up the book that was on your night stand, it was from one of your favorite authors. Stephen King. Reading, ‘Doctor Sleep’, there was a soft yet firm knock on the door, before it flew open, revealing Sam Winchester himself.

“I’m sorry for barging in, I saw your light on and knew you were awake.”

There was an awkward silence that overtook the conversation before Sam tried again.

“I miss my best friend. I miss you, Y/N. We aren’t chained to you. I was frustrated and annoyed and I ended up saying something I didn’t mean at all. I miss bickering with you, and talking about Game of Thrones. Dean tried, but it’s not the same. He doesn’t get the Khaleesi should be with Jon Snow.” Sam let out a frustrated groan, “I mean he... He’s trying, but he doesn’t get as much as you do...” He sighed.

Before you let him finish you, threw yourself at Sam, giving him a bone crushing hug.

“I’m sorry too. I really missed you too Sam.”

“It’s good to hear your voice again, Y/N/N.”

“I’m going to go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning!”

“Good night, Sam.”

“Good night, Y/N/N.”

Once he was gone, you picked up where you left off, in your ‘Doctor Sleep,’ book. Before you could fully, fall asleep, your bedroom door creaked open.

“Sweetheart? You still awake?”

Dean’s husky deep voice sounded in your bedroom. Making his way over to you, he took the bookmark from your hand, placed it in your book, and turned off the light.

Before he could get far, your tiny hand in comparison to his, wrapped about his fingers catching him before he left.

“Stay?”

“Always, Sweetheart.” 

He made his way to the opposite side of your bed, snuggling into the blankets, before laying on his side, to face you. Neither one of you wanting, to be the first to break the silence, but knowing it had to be done. Dean was the first to speak.

“Sweetheart, I’m, Uhm.....”

“I know. Me too.”

He slightly nodded, if you would’ve blinked, you would’ve missed the motion. 

Comfortable silence, fell upon you. 

“Y/N/N?”

A tired hum was the response he got. 

“I...uhm.... I like you...” He voice was breathy, almost as if he had ran a marathon prior to his midnight confession, “It’s...a.... It’s okay if you don’t-”

Cutting him off you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. The kiss, was the only confirmation he needed of your mutually shared feelings.

“Good night, Sweetheart.”

“Good night, Dean.”

He pulled you towards him, so that he would be able to cuddle you from behind. His face nuzzling the place between your shoulder and neck. It was as if, he was the missing piece to your puzzle. His morning stubble, lightly brushing against your neck, in a comfortable way.

The next night, Dean had something planned for the both of you. Jumping in the Impala, at a little after five. Dean was adamant that it was a surprise, not telling you where you were going. 

On the way there, he pulled Baby over on the side of a desert road, and got out. 

“Dean? What’re you doing?”

“I’m going to teach you how to drive Baby!”

“Is this the surprise?”

“No, sweetheart.”

It took ten minutes for him to convince you to drive Baby.

“Okay, so left is the break, right is the gas petal, here is the gear stick....”

Dean let you drive all the way to the surprise location. It was a secluded area, atop a hill. When you both reached the top, there was a picnic basket filled with food, and a blanket spread out for you both to sit on. By the time you looked at your surroundings, it was time for the sun to set.