Skyrim Preferences and Imagines (Requests Open)

Might be a bit short 

You watch in interest as the members of the Thieves Guild scurry around as normal, going about their usual tasks. However, some of them had annoyed countenances on them.

"Is something wrong?" You ask, approaching Vex who looked surprisingly angry. She groans and leans against a crate.

"It's that stubborn Brynjolf again. He's asking for help to steal something, but he won't tell anyone what it is. One day that man's arrogance will be the death of him." Vex explains, murmuring the last part along with a few curse words.

You raise your eyebrow. "I'll go talk to him."

Vex nods and storms off, leaving you by yourself. You decide to head over to Brynjolf's room.

"About time you came." He began, lowering his weapon. You roll your eyes.

"Lemme guess, you wanna steal my heart?" You suddenly begin. Brynjolf smirks.

"Now lass, don't be cocky." He responds, taking you off guard. You frown and cross your arms.

"What is it then?" 

He smiles. "Guess." 

You huff. You couldn't believe him right now. "If Vex and the others couldn't guess it, how do you expect me to know what it is? They have been here longer than I have." 

Brynjolf smiles again. "That is correct. It's something so painstakingly obvious I think we both are yearning for it." He responds, moving closer to you. You back up.

"Well if it's my good looks you can't have those." You joke, and Brynjolf chuckles. He leans against the wall and waits for you to respond. You just gasp.

"C'mon, I don't have all day." He makes a 'tch' as he waits for you. You feel heat rising in your cheeks as you narrow your eyes.

"You're unbelievable. Goodbye, Brynjolf." You stomp off as Brynjolf yells a 'wait.' You ignore him.

Little did you know, Brynjolf wouldn't give up.

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You were chatting with Vex again in the Ragged Flagon. She seemed to be relieved of her annoyance from earlier. 

"No luck?" Vex questions as she sips on her mead. You shake your head.

You begin with a sigh. "No luck. He is the most arrogant, cocky, self centered-."

Brynjolf appears behind Vex with a smug grin. "Hello ladies." 

Vex groans to herself. "Speak of the devil." She whispers under her breath to you.

"You steal that thing of yours yet, Brynjolf?" Vex questions. Brynjolf's eyes go wide as if he had some sort of idea. He shakes his head. 

Suddenly, Brynjolf leans in and kisses you. Your cheeks went bright red.

"Now I have."