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the writer’s urge to ask your friends “do you wanna see a little somethin’ i’ve been working on?” when the little somethin’ you’ve been working on is 800 words and ends in the middle of a sentence

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Do you like enemies to lovers because it’s hot or do you like enemies to lovers because you think of yourself as unlovable & unworthy of love and therefore like the idea of someone seeing all the worst in you right away and still falling in love with you anyways

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ibuprofen and sink water is the midnight version of coffee and a cigarette…

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Entwined Paths PT2

A small bit of ruffling is what caused me to stir awake, opening my eyes and sitting up. The bed next to me had a bit of movement, the bed belonged to Anita Reevers. "Vipir cut it out," he has been awfully sweet to the recruit for the last month, by the sounds of it he got lucky. I sighed as a small laugh broke out into the Cistern, hissing I got up. Quickly putting my layers and boots on, I whisper yelled, "Enough you two! Find an inn-" a head poked out and it wasn't Vipir, a disappointed frown formed on my face.

"Oi, (Y/n) I gotta get some fun somewhere."  "Delvin," I walked over and kicked him in arse, he let out a yelp as he almost fell off of the bed, "what do you think you're doing?"  She poked her head out, "I'm so sorry Ms. (L/n)!" Anita looked mortified. I rolled my eyes, "Get a room you two, I don't need to be awoken by such acts!" Honestly, it wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't Delvin of all people. He has nearly bed all the women but me, and to be honest... I was kind of rooting for Vipir. Disappointing for Delvin to score poor Anita. Walking past their bed, I could hear Delvin mumbling behind, "Don't worry about her flower, she just can't get someone to warm her bed~" 

Bastard.  I pretended to not hear it and walked to towards our storage nook, it was quite early in the day and potions took a while to prepare. Growing frustrated as I dug through our drawers, nothing in sight besides a few nightshade. Sapphire mentioned we needed more ingredients but I never thought we were so low. With a sigh I closed the drawer, a trip to visit Ingun Black-Briar souned nice... I don't know what I was thinking, holing up here like I've been. Apart from Delvins words, I started to smile just thinking about leaving.

I went across the Cistern, a few of the members stirring awake but paying no mind as I left towards the Ragged Flagon.  Opening through the fake wardrobe panel, the worker looked up from his collection of glasses, "(Y/n)... it's been a while since I have seen you."  I nodded towards the man and wrung my hands, "Well I need to get some ingredients for the guild."  "Why so early?" Vekel asked.  I rolled my eyes with a small smile, "Must you pry?"  "I only worry about you," he chuckled, "people up top have been asking where you've been."  "Well if you must know, Delvin decided his night life should partake in the bed next to mine. So sleep ended early for me."  He chuckled, "Of course, who was it this time?"  "Anita-" "-damn," Vekel tossed his rag, "I was counting on Vipir."  Nodding I crossed my arms, "Me as well... Oh well, maybe another maiden will come across his path and not tread towards those with such charms of Delvin." "Anything else gotten you out today? You should take the day for yourself."  "Yes," I clapped my hands together, "Brynjolf and I are taking a trip." "May I ask what of?" I pursed my lips, "Business Vekel."  "Of course," he nodded, "Always a mystery miss."

With that I stepped away, making my out into the tunnels. It wasn't long before the fresh air breached over my face, the rataway door closing behind me. The smell of freshwater was overwhelming as it splashed only a couple feet away. Early birds chirped as the morning sun peeked through the thick clouds. The wooden walkways that sat before me had a staircase that lead up towards the ground floor of Riften, I ignored it and followed around the the opposite side of the Rataway entrance. Elgrim's Elixirs was the towns Apothecary Shop in which Ingun Black-Briar apprenticed under Elgrim and his wife Hafjorg. She always gave me a good price on potions and ingredients because I used to help her collect them, now Ingun didn't need me to collect as she could now grow them herself. Of course Maven wasn't so happy with me helping her daughters passion but she chose to put it aside as I helped the Guild.

I looked up to the sky, the suns position was covered too much to tell me the time. Rapping my knuckles on the wooden door, "We are closed."  Damn, its too early. I sighed, "It's (Y/n)." I only prayed it wasn't Hafjorg... she wasn't very keen on Ingun recruiting my help back in the day so she probably would purposely not let me in. It was quickly answered by Ingun herself. Her smile nearly reached her ears, "Come in, come in!" She pulled the door further inside and welcomed me in, "Where have you been, it feels like ages since-" "-yes, yes," I sighed and looked around the shop, "I have been very busy keeping things in order down... well you know."  "Sapphire told me you run the guild-" "-ah ha no need to speak so loudly above ground about it..." I lightly touched her arms, "Last I need is for Hafjorg to hate me anymore."  "Oh the wretched- heh- she isn't here this morning, neither is Elgrim yet." I raised a brow, "What's got you here so early?"  "Well," her eyes lit up with excitement, "I have caught myself a new subject to test on. Far too extreme for Hafjorg to watch and Elgrim probably wouldn't approve so much..."  "Sounds like trouble Ingun," I heard something fall in the back room.  She looked towards the archway and sighed, "Possibly but- you're the Thieves Guild Master. Hardly doubt it's too extreme for you."

I got kind of anxious just talking about what animal she could even possibly have stashed back there, Ingun may be young but she is rather morbid. The things she has experimented on almost never left alive, she was always fascinated with the effects she could cause by simple concoctions... one of the many reasons I believe Hafjorg is intimidated by her, although both her and her husband acknowledge under it all Ingun was quite brilliant. Ingun seemed to take notice of my anxiety and chuckled, "What can I help you with?"  "I need ingredients for the guild and some of my own," I pointed towards the back, "just a whole supply of pretty much everything. They have used almost everything at this point."  Ingun nodded, "Sounds like a bunch of thieves if you ask me," she laughed to herself. I rolled my eyes and laughed with her, staying in the main room as she went in the back. Some time went by, the wait didn't bother me as it was a lot I was asking for. Should've ordered it and came back later, "Hey I-"

A loud yelp cut me off, cursing following afterwards.  "You wench! Let me go! They'll kill you!"  My jaw dropped as I heard a mans voice, "Ingun!" quickly making my way through the archway I took notice of the man in chains. His eyes widened as he saw me, Ingun gasping, "(Y/n)! Sorry for the wait but the lizard," she shot the Argonian a glare, "decided to throw a fit."  "What..." I couldn't help but stare at them in shock, "this. this is what you were talking about?"  "Yes!" her smile was almost as if she was talking about a mudcrab and not a real person, "I've never experimented on an Argonian before. The data could be crucial in poison making, do you realize that some races don't react the same-"  "-INGUN!" I didn't necessarily mean to raise my voice and sighed, "What madness is this?!"  "She is a psychopath..." he hissed at her.  Her eyes widened as I continued, ignoring him, "You experiments on animals is immoral enough, now you've stepped up to kidnapping and torture?" I stepped over to him, "You can't do this!" Ingun frowned and looked to the ground, "I thought you of all people would understand!" She continued to speak about me being the only person who understood but I dropped all attention from her as I came closer. Taking in the clothes he was wearing... it looked familiar and I just stared, straining to remember. Some of the scales that covered his face were damaged, as if she hurt him.. I couldn't even begin to wonder how she managed to kidnap him as he was quite larger than both of us.  "How are we supposed to learn when-" "-stop," I covered my mouth, the black and red suits meaning nearly smacked me in the face, "do you realize what you've just done..."  "What-" he smirked and interrupted, "About time someone realized," the Argonian adjusted his wrists. I shook my head, "Do you not recognize the suit Ingun! You might as well killed yourself when they find out-" the color in her face drained as the words dawned on her, "-you kidnapped one of their members... The Dark Brotherhood of all people- you-" I lightly tugged on my hair, "-I'm at a loss."

That was true, my lips opened and closed like a fish. At this moment I was staring at a member of The Dark Brotherhood, chained up, about to be experimented on. If they found out that she killed one of their members... the torture would be endless and Maven Black-Briar would suffer greatly from the loss of their contact. I turned to her, "You have to release him!"  "No-" her lip quivered, "he will kill me!"  "Mmm," he squinted at her and smiled, his teeth glistening in the sconce light, "this may be less painful than what they'll have planned for you..." he turned to me, "What makes you think you'll escape the same fate?"  I turned and sent him a hard glare, "You'll be released. And all three of us will leave her unharmed, got it?"  "Heh..." he pulled hard against his restraints, "I can't wait to string you both on a hook."  I turned to her, "Give me the key."  "But he said-" "-Ingun," I turned my glare her way, "he won't touch you." I believed in my ability to take him down, the plan was to knock him out and ditch him in the forest, what she didn't know was that she most likely was going to be killed anyways. It hurt to admit to myself but if she released him, the chances he would come back for revenge was large... although a lot slimmer than if she was to continue with her plans. Without a doubt The Dark Brotherhood would find out and bring hellfire down upon her. Maybe he would find it in himself to be grateful for freedom. I wouldn't just let him go in Riften of course. She silently handed me the key, eyes watery and red as the panic seemed to settle in her.

I cleared my throat, a little rusty as I tried to well up the dragons voice in me. Easiest way without causing a fight to break out between him was to use my Thu'um Golhahdov (Bend Will). It should work to where he will do everything I say. Taking a deep breath I prayed to the divines that his will wouldn't be too strong and weaken the shout. "Cover your ears Ingun."  The mans eyes widened, "What are you doing?! Release me-" I closed my eyes and let the power flow through as I released it, "GOLHAHDOV!" It wasn't the loudest of my shouts so luckily it only reached his ears prominently, Ingun being safe with her covered ears. His mouth shut, compliant and waiting for me. I looked back to her and nodded, "Now I will take him down, knock him out, and take him away from here." "Thank you," she tried to continue but I held a hand up, "Don't think you're out of this yet. As soon as I am out of here, you need to speak to your mother. Maven needs to hear of your absolute foolishness that took place today and pray that she can fix it for you." I doubted Maven would be able to form a deal but the woman was surprising sometimes. Ingun nodded as I continued, "Now fix yourself. Get me a boat ready outside."

"Yes ma'am," she wiped her tears and left the room quickly. As soon as I heard the door click shut, I started unlocking his cuffs, the Argonian landing on his feet with a small stumble. The burning at the pit of my stomach started taking over and I almost felt faint, using my shout for the first time in such a while was exhilarating and the adrenaline made my head spin. I stepped away from him and grabbed the large alchemy book that sat on a shelf, this seemed adequate enough to put him to sleep. It was a shame I didn't know a spell for that, would've been useful. As I grabbed onto the book, his voice shocked me, "So... this is where the infamous Dragonborn has been?" Spinning on my heel, he was already directly behind me. He towered over and stared down with a smile that sent shivers through me, it was predatory like, almost as if he would rip me apart. I tried to push him away, confused on why my shout faded so quickly, "BACK!" Raising the book over my head, "Not so fast!" He reached for me and attempted to hit, I threw the book and backed into a table, crying out.

He grabbed my arm, nails digging in, I attempted to pull away but his strength nearly tossed me around. I grabbed his suit and threw all the weight I had, causing both of us to fall into a mess on the ground. He growled out and tried to pin me down, I thrashed and tried to flip us over. My faithful war ax Wuuthrad sat uselessly on my back, unable to grab it as he had me in his grasp. Using my legs, I kicked him and managed to flip us over, him still holding tight. I tried conjuring the power of the dragon again but he seemed to already predict it. The Argonians hands were suddenly off my body and around my neck, all I could manage to get out was a gasp. The shout was lodged in my throat, the pressure I felt made me think my head would explode. I grabbed onto his head, pushing down and against his face, he tried pulling away but to no avail as I still sat on top of him. Air was leaving me fast but my fingers eventually found their way to his eyes. I growled animalistic as my thumbs pressed hard into him, he cried out and loosened his grip. The power came pouring out, like water gushing through a damn, "FOOOOOS!"

Suddenly his hands dropped and he became limp. I gasped for air and fell to the side, my own ears ringing from the volume my Thu'um came out. "Ah-" I coughed and fell off him, laying on my side and trying to catch my breath. After a few seconds I heard the door open, "(Y/n)?! I heard you-" Ingun gasped as she rounded the corner, "What happened?" I laid on my back and took a deep breath, "Never mind me, is he..." She silently walked over me and to his side, checking his breathing, I closed my eyes and waited for an answer. If I killed him with my thu'um, then all of this would've been for nothing.  "He is alive..."  I let out a sigh, "Good. Now lets," groaning slightly as my back throbbed from hitting the table earlier, "lets... get him in the boat. The water gate open?" She nodded and held a hand out, helping me up. Once on my feet I stretched, that was the first fight I have had in a while. Bending back over, I reached down and grabbed his arms, quickly hoisting him onto my shoulders. "Agh!" "Careful!" "Leave me be!" I turned to her, "Do as I told you. Speak with your mother NOW."   She nodded and held the door open for me, watching as I carefully lowered him into the boat before turning away and running up the wooden stairs. I looked out towards the lake, the gate open and giving me access out into it, "What a load of trouble you've found yourself in (Y/n)..."

I climbed into the boat and started rowing away, leaving Riften behind and towards the open water. Looking down at him as we started getting closer to the other side of the lake, "You know too much about me," I thought deeply on the predicament, he now knows I am the Dragonborn, most likely heard about me being the Guild Master, "Lets hope I scrambled something in there." Once my breathing started to calm from earlier, I found it all exciting, stupid and dangerous but maybe that's something I needed right now. The boat started to slow and I hopped out, the water reaching my knees as I pulled it onto land, forcing the front to sit deep in the earth so it wouldn't wash off shore. I reached back in and grabbed him again, hoisting him over my shoulders and setting out into the forest. Hopefully he knew Skyrim as well as I because any regular folk would get lost in here. The sun started poking out as the clouds thinned, shining over me and the trees, making the orange leave glow like fire. I couldn't help but feel a bit bitter that my first moments under the sun again were spent with the unconscious Argonian. Before sleep last night, out of all the plans I concocted for today... this wasn't any of them.

"Delvin would've been better company," I spat towards my unconscious travel partner, adjusting him slightly. I didn't realize how far I got towards the mountains as I thought to myself, a chill sweeping down from the mountain caused my back to spasm. "Goodness-" I strained my eyes to look at the blinding snow that laid ahead, "you wouldn't live a second alone up there." Turning to stray further away from the mountains, I tried to find a cobble path, "The frost trolls would've had you for dinner." I chuckled to myself, "Ya know, I used to be friends with a couple Argonians. Kinda screwed that up with the Thieves Guild." I thought back to the workers at the Bee n Barb, they were quite friendly until I had to collect Keerava's debt...

"Guess this is it for you," I looked up to the sign that pointed towards some of the surrounding villages. With a groan, I sat him carefully against a tree truck. My back whined as I sat back up, "Good luck." Reaching into my pocket, I sat down one of my personal health potions and a dagger. Might as well give him a chance, didn't want to be blamed for a death caused by wolves. I turned away, walking back through the forest for about an hour before reaching the lakes beach again. Pushing the boat into the water, I began traveling back home again. Brynjolf and the others would be wondering where I was and last thing I wanted was to have to explain what took place early this morning...

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What His Hands Would Do To You...

You lay awake at night thinking about them. Your own hands and fingers drifting to the areas he would grace.

The way they would tangle and pull on your hair, pushing your mouth impossibly farther down on his length. A moan slipping through your lips and vibrating through him as he relentlessly bucks up. Your name would reach your ears, coming out in a short hiss. "(Y/N)!" The sharp tug that would leave a small sting in you scalp, as he pulled you hard off him. His hands release from your hair and find their way onto the sides of your face. You stare up at him, their fingers collecting and wiping away the mess he made, not before praising how good you looked like that... that all he wanted now was to be in you. To feel you tighten around him. He would grab you, pushing you back against the cold floor of your shared living room. Neither of you cared where, all you needed was each other and not a moment to spare.

They would slide down your face, tracing the lining of your collarbone, down the front between your breasts. During he would ghost his lips over you, just loving to watch you shake and beg him to do more. That you couldn't wait any longer, "Please~" you'd whine. He would answer with the subtle thrust, his hips meeting yours ever so gently so his member could press against you... teasing at the entrance. It only took seconds for his self-control to burst and his fingers would create harsh marks from the tight grip on your thighs. The pace followed was never the same but always pleasurable, his fingers tracing around before rubbing against your bud. A hot coil in your abdomen tightening up as he worked against you, pushing and pulling but never letting go, always having a tight grip on your thigh as the other hand worked on your nerves. Toes curling, back arching, pussy tightening... not around him but around your own fingers. Your eyes screwed shut to where you opened them and saw stars. His name.. it slipped between your lips in a desperate moan, in need of his actual presence. Catching your breath, you looked towards the nightstand as the familiar buzzing of your phone sounded. Using your free hand, you reached over and grabbed it. Swiping away the lockscreen you were greeted with, "OMW from the studio." The small smile that formed over your lips caused butterflies to dance across your stomach. Another wave of aching washed over your nether regions and you couldn't help but squeeze your legs, unable to wait for his return.

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Happy Endings Pt 2

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (Originally written on Wattpad by my account Mrs. Narrator. All in Deans POV)

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After scarfing down some instant microwave bacon, I put on my work boots and got in my truck. An annoying creak sounding as I shut the door. As I turned the key, it let out a low rumble but nothing compared to Baby's. Now if course I still have her, she just retired when I did. The Impala sitting beautifully in my garage and waiting for our next job. Little does she know, that next job isn't coming. It never will.

I walked into the shop. Mr. Barker, my boss with a bald head and a silver beard, nodding at my presence, "Nice to see you on time today," He said in a gruff voice. Confused, I raised a brow, "I'm on time... everyday?" He laughed, it sounding similar to an old engine, small sputtering. "Of course Dean. Yet I notice your bags are getting darker. I'm just waiting for you to sleep in at some point. You should really work on that son." I rolled my eyes, wiping under my eyes, "I'll get enough when I am dead." "That can't be healthy," chimed in a familiar customer. Her hair silver and fine, out up into a bun. She peered up at me through her glasses with withered blues. I smiled and walked around the counter, "Eh, it's never been much of a concern. I've serviced through worse," I said checking her out. Her items being a Phillips and a couple screws. "Ms. Hayward? What are you needing a Phillips for?" I held up the items but keeping them out of reach. She let out a squeak for a giggle, "Just some home things~" "You better not be doing them yourself," I said I'm a playful scolding matter. Mr. Barton joined in from behind a shelf, "Norma," he called her by her first name. I always thought he was a massive flirt but always gets defensive when I mention it. Lets just say, this lady hangs out in the Hardware store more then I do. "I am not gonna have you going home to hurt yourself. Dean, take her home and fix whatever it is, will ya?" "Yes, sir." I said while Ms. Hayward protested, "No, no. You don't need to! I got my granddaughter coming over. She can do it." I shook my head with a small chuckle, "I can't have either of you doing that now..." I held her bag and opened the door for her, "We will take my truck."

Me and Mr. Barton got her mobile scooter hoisted and tied in the bed of my truck and we were off. The entire ride there, she was filling me in on her little granddaughter. Apparently she hasn't seen her a while and she was gonna be dropped off by family. I nodded and listened as she talked my ear off. Soon we made it to her home, I unloaded her scooter and walked inside.

Her home was bigger then I thought, quite open concept. I could see everything just in the entrance room. Two bedrooms closed off to the left and the kitchen, living room, and dining area were all connected to the right. "Now what are you needing fixed?" "Over here," she ushered me into the kitchen where I could see cabinets off their hinges. "What did you do here?" She lightly growled, "Damn hinges spun out. My last husband just rescrewed and rescrewed in the same hole. So now I need to make new ones..." I nodded, "I got some power drills in my truck. It'll make this then times faster."

After a couple minutes, I had all the hinges taken off their original doors and started drilling the new holes. The door opened, "Granny?" I couldn't hear it at the moment because of the drills whirring, " You better not be playing with power tools!" I heard the last part and looked up from my spot on the floor and peered over the kitchen island. That's when I noticed a woman with gorgeous (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair. She stared at me in shock as she could only see my eyes and up, "Oh sorry! I thought you-" "(y/n)!" Ms. Hayward called in excitement as she left her bedroom. During this I set down my drill and got up, dusting off my shirt and trying to make myself look presentable. Wait- why? This was different. (Y/n) looked at me with a small smile, "Um, Granny, who is this?" She gasped out, "Oh! This is Dean. Our local hardware boy-or man." she said with a wiggle. I couldnt stop the redness flushing my face, "Dean Winchester." I said, holding out my hand. The girl took it, "(y/f/n) (y/l/n)." Her hand was soft in my slightly calloused hands, the touch lingering as we slowly pulled away. I let out a short laugh, "So this your little granddaughter?" I asked, looking at the clear height difference, Ms. Hayward a good inches shorter. A small shade of red spread over (Y/n)'s face, "Granny! I'm 36! I'm not so little anymore!" I couldn't stop the smile spreading on my lips, so she is around my age. Stop.

Ms. Hayward let out a giggle, " Oh how the hell am I supposed to remember! Last I remember, you were 23!" (Y/n) let out a melodic laugh that sent something through me, "So... What's going on here? Or is this your new boyfriend?" I scratched the back of my head, walking back over to my area, "I was just repairing some things for her. No dating here." She smiled, "Good." My heart leapt into my chest. Her quickly finishing, "I-I dunno what I would have done if I found out my grandma was a cougar." I let out a nervous laugh as I picked up the cabinet doors, all with new hinge holes. "Ms. Hayward, I got these almost done. Your cabinet doors should be on soon enough." "Hallelujah! I called Jackson by the way," Mr. Barton, my boss's first name, "He knows you won't be back for a hot second." I I nodded, "Thank you but it won't take too long." not that I wasn't wanting to stick around longer now that ( Y/n) was here. Sadly, I was right. It only took about 5 minutes to have all of her cabinet doors screwed back on and useable.

I pulled up to my house, closing the truck door. Something felt different. As I walked up the stairs, I checked the time, "6:45? The hell? Where am I supposed to be?" I said to myself. In my thoughts, I kicked off my boots, sliding down my jeans and laying in bed.

Visit the bar

I remembered. I went to sit up but found myself unable to, my bed sheets and blankets holding onto me tightly. Again, I tried to get up but to no avail. Exhaustion set in, pulling at my eyelids. Fear filled me of Finally I quit fighting and just let it take me.

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Winchesters X Fem!Reader

Yes it says, Winchesters X reader but no threesome action! lol just read and enjoy ;) SMUT

I smiled as I found Bobby in the kitchen, "Hey!" "What's up pretty girl?" He asked while drinking from a flask. "I was wondering where the boys were. Do you know?" He shrugged, "Nah. I think they went out somewhere." They are actually outside talking I frowned, "Alright. Thanks!" Walking away, I stepped outside and found the boys. Luckily from Bobbys conscious. Dean froze when we made eye contact, "Oh shit-" "What are you two doing?" Sam hit his head on the interior of the Impala, "Fuck-!"

I crossed my arms, standing behind the Impala, "Spill." Dean sighed, "We are just going to town." "Oh, can I go?" You asked excitedly. Oh god, please don't look at me like that Dean's features looked strained, "Er-" "We actually need you-uh-here! Because Bobby needs someone with him to distract him from the whole Eileen thing..." My heart throbbed at the mention of Eileen, it only made me mad when I heard, I don't want you to see the surprise. So basically Eileen was an excuse to not bring me. I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes, "Whatever..." Turning on my heels, I stalked back inside, cursing myself. Only if I wasn't a psychic... I would have the pleasure of not being mad all the time. I love the boys to death but this house was full of a bunch of damn liars. Also, every surprise gets ruined. I have known what present I've gotten every year and sometimes even months in advance. Somehow they've kept this so-called surprise under wraps.

It didn't help that both of the boys had a serious crush on me. Me hearing every thought about me that keeps them awake at night, trust me, it keeps me awake too. It's practically fucking audio porn. I felt my cheeks burn at the thought of last nights scenarios...

Dean's thoughts last night~

My back slightly cramped from the old mattress, "Damn." I sat up and tried to think of something to get my mind off the pain, only to hear (Y/n) in the hall. A yawn escaped her lips, "good night boys!" A few responses followed, mine being one of them. I couldn't help but think of her. The ways she made me feel, I wish I could make her feel the same way...

My pants seemed to tighten at the thought of what I WANTED to make her feel... my lips brushing across her inner thighs, (Y/n)s hands grabbing onto my hair as I trail further up. Her pussy glistening in anticipation and excitement... I inhaled deeply as my mind carried on. Finally my tongue meets her folds, teasingly tracing the shape and brushing over her clit. The whines that would escape her were enough to make me finish there. I wrapped my arms around her legs to trail hands up her stomach and ribs. Her taste in my mouth was a dream that kept me going for more. My tongue circles her bud, causing (Y/n) to buck her hips up-

Sams thoughts in the next room~

-against mine. My back pressed hard against the mattress as her hands roamed my chest, ass bouncing on my dick. (Y/n)s pussy tightened around me as she began to ride and pump. I thrust deeper into her, throwing her off her rythm and into a fit of moans, "Saaamm~" She leaned closer to my chest, breathing hard in my neck as I continue sliding my cock deep in her tight pussy.

I grab her sides and flip us over, her back against the bed and a moan leaving her lips. My hips push her legs up, causing them to spread over the rest of our space. (Y/n)s eyes closing in ecstasy as I slammed myself deeper and deeper. Her eyes widened as I hit, "Right there- oh God-" she gasped out, "dont stop! Aaah~!" I kept up the pace as she squeezed her eyes closed, toes curling and pussy tensing around me.

Deans thoughts~

(Y/n)s breathy moans caused my cock to twitch, my arms having to hold her down and firmly against the mattress as her shaking started. Her knees began to close around me and her hands carding through my hair and pulling as she grew louder, pussy pulsing-

Sams thoughts~

My breath got caught as I felt the small twitches of her climax, causing my cock to slide impossibly deeper as I finished. A groan leaving me as she writhed-

Your thoughts that night~

writhed beneath them... my hand covered my region's as I came, the finish causing my breath to nearly stop.

I still don't know which of the boys caused me to feel that way last night. Which one made my fingers find their way down and under the covers.

Dean's tongue and fingers treating me? Sam's rough fuck that didn't cease until both were done?

I shivered at the thought again..

Should I make two more chapters branching from this like the last one? A choice between them both? LMK!

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Dean x Fem!Reader Fluff

Idea from Supernatural WRITTEN BY MISSTERNARRATOR IN “UNTOUCHABLES” ON WATTPAD Season 9 Episode 5 concept. Dialogue and Episode theme from the writers of the CW show Supernatural. To completely understand what is happening, watch the episode, it's great. Sorry for all the time skips!

I frowned at the crime scene, "Could he have emptied them sooner?" The man who found the body let out a sad sigh, looking off, "No... They have to be disposed of properly. He doesn't have an incinerator, I do. So I came to pick it up and-" his eyes started tearing up. I cleared my throat and politely pat his shoulder, "I’m sorry for your loss. I think we are finished here." He nodded, letting me walk towards the others. Dean crossed his arms as I told him about the missing animal remains. He shook his head, "So what, the killer stole them?" I shrugged, "I dunno, this one is going to be weird."

Dean smirked and poked the "Game of Thrones" themed stills. "Aren't they usually weird?" I shrugged, hearing a bark, I looked over. They were trying to coax a German Shepard into its cage, "That's Colonel, the victims pet." Sighing, I walked over to the large dog, petting its large ears. "Come on buddy, let's go~" that seemed to do the trick as he easily stepped into the kennel, whining as I walked away. Dean frowned at my expression, "Dog whisperer?" I couldn't help but chuckle, following him outside and into the Impala. . . ×time skip× . . I let out a groan, "Guys, we have no lead!" Sam rolled his eyes, "Yea those guys were an end, buuut-" "-those blisters around their eyes... That wasn't from mace." Dean finished. I nodded, "What could it be then?" Sam soon turned his laptop to face me, "Venom, looks like they got sprayed..." I crossed my arms, "That just leans closer to snake," my phone chimed from a message. I continued, "Kevin should have a lead on that..." I read the message, Kevin had a few clues on what could be going on. None useful so far.

With a sigh, I rolled my eyes, "Nothing yet." Dean opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the ring of his phone. "Hello?... Uh huh... Alright, we will be there." Quickly he hung up and tossed me the jacket I stole from him. "Lets go you two. New murder, this time its at an animal shelter."

.×sorry for all the time skips×.

"Awe my god they are so cute!" I said in a hushed voice, slightly sticking my hand in one of the cages to pet the Labrador. Dean elbowed my side, "Come on AGENT we are working." I couldn't stop the sheepish grin that spread over my face, "*Ehem* Sorry..." Watching as Dean asked a few basic questions, I noticed someone familiar.

"Colonel?" "Huh?" Dean asked, turning away from the sheriff. I looked away from the dog that was present at the first crime scene, asking the Sheriff, "This The Colonel?" He snickered with a shrug, "Yup," he let out a sigh, "poor pup." I nodded but was caught off guard by Colonel barking viciously at the Sheriff. "What did you do?!" Dean asked. The sheriff took off his hat, and the barking ceased, "Just fixing my hat..." Dean's eyes narrowed in thought as the action was repeated and the dog started barking. The sheriff muttering under his breath, "Good luck getting adopted," sarcastically.

An idea sparked in my mind, I slowly turned to look up at Dean. He raised an eyebrow, "What?" I playfully pouted, "Please?" Dean rolled his eyes with a small chuckle, "No," I looked at him more seriously. "No... (Y/n)-" "I swear he can help. He knows something!" I whispered excitedly. "We are not-" . . . "-you got the dog?" Sam asked confused. I smiled at Dean's annoyed expression, he answered back with a groan, "She got me Sammy." "She literally gets you every trip. Remember when she SOMEHOW convinced you to let a stray cat stay with us once?" I grinned triumphantly, I know how to get my way around the bunker. Little does Sam know, Dean actually let me keep the cat for a while, that is until it sprayed his favorite pair of boots.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Let's just get on with it. Out of everything, could there be a way to speak to... Fido?" Sam pulled out his phone, "Time to find out..." . . . He sighed as he looked at the nasty substance that was supposed to let us communicate with the pup, "Can't be that bad." I nodded and crossed my arms, "So let me do it!" while reaching for the glass he quickly snatched it out of reach, "Nooo way." "You aren’t even a dog person though!" "doesn't matter." I crossed my arms, looking down at him as he sat across the table from Sam, "Uh-huh!" "(Y/n)-" Before he could stop me, I quickly grabbed it, downing it in one gulp. A warm feeling rushed my throat, "Oh- god-" I gagged at the taste, "That was awful." "Seriously (Y/n)?" I smiled sheepishly at him, "You wanna talk to the dog so bad, make up another batch." Sam sighed, "No, no, it's fine... aaand I do agree with (Y/n). She would get along better than you would anyways." I smirked triumphantly, Dean rolled his eyes, "Shut up. Does it work?" "Hm," I whistled for the dog that came trotting from my bed. Colonel sat patiently at my feet, "What's up buddy? We gonna talk?" The Colonel just whined, not a single word coming. I pat between his ears, "Nothin..." Dean pursed his lips, "I'll let Kevin know that we need more ideas and maybe order something to eat...” He took out his phone and made a few calls.

After a couple minutes, I was pacing the room, trying to think of knew says to communicate with the dog. Background music playing, Styx. "Turn this shit off." I looked over at Dean, "Thought you liked Styx?" He looked away from the window, "Huh? I do." What? I shook my head, "Never mind, I'm just talking to myself." Dean rested his chin on his hand, watching me as I leaned against the wall, sliding down to sit on the shag carpet. "We can turn it off if you want." I shook my head, "No, I like em. Keep it on," as I looked away from Dean someone said again, "I don’t. Turn it off." I caste Dean a dirty look. Was he trying to make me think I'm crazy? Using a weird voice or something? Dean raised an eyebrow, "What?!" I held my finger up, "Shush-" "Styx sucks. Let's get some Led Zeppelin on." My eyes widened as I heard the words but Dean's mouth didn't move. I slowly looked down and under their table, finding the Colonel looking at me. Crossing my arms, I shot him a glare, "I like Styx." "Buuuull shit," Sam finally put his attention on me as I spoke to what he saw was no one, "You only like Styx because pretty boy does." Dean dipped in his beer, "(Y/n) are you okay?" I felt my cheeks get warm that a dog just called me out on my crush. "It works..." Sam closed his laptop, "you- what? You are talking to him?" I nodded, not breaking eye contact with the dog, "I can hear you." The German Shepherd looked at me as I stood up, walking over to the radio, "You don't like this?" Colonel snickered, "hell no. I know you don't either so do us both a favor."

I couldn't stop the smile spreading on my face as I turned off the radio. Dean huffed, "So the dog is a dick that doesn't like Styx. Great." Me and Sam both said in unison, "Awesome." He turned to face me, "What's all happening?" I shrugged, "Nothing really. I can just hear him in my head-" I watched someone walk over and drop a newspaper in our hotel doorstep. Without a word I stopped my sentence and went outside, grabbing the paper and bringing it inside. "-and I don't know much else than that now... We need clues to your owner 's killer." "I can't say much but - PIZZA MAN!" I heard the man close his car door and step up, I couldn't stop myself from nearly climbing over Dean and lunging at the window. "Ah, shit (Y/n)!" "Hey!" Me and our poor Pizza man made eye contact, "You!" The stranger came up warily and knocked on the door as both me and Colonel were screaming at him through the window. I stood with one leg between Dean's and one leg pressed against the window, "Go! You! Grrr! Grrr!"

Sam sighed, "Dean, hold them back while I-" when he opened the door, I lunged, trying to get to him. Dean grunted as I tried to get by, "Shit!" his arms quickly wrapping around my waist and stopping me from getting anywhere. My little freak out caused the chair to fall over and is both toppling over, "Fuck (Y/n)!" During this I could hear Colonel laughing and Sam making up an excuse that I am their “crazy” sister, making sure to give him an extra tip. The door closed, my chest heaving from the sudden adrenaline rush I got, "Oh my." I felt my cheeks get hot, feeling flustered as I noticed our placement.

His back pressed uncomfortably in the chair back, his legs propped up on the seat and myself sitting in his chest. Dean's face flushed pink. "Oh, god. I'm sorry!" I quickly got up and held my hand out, helping him up. "I-its okay. Let's get to work though, we don't know when this is gonna fade off."

Colonel continued to laugh at me, "Oh I remember my first time with the pizza guy. You are a mess!" I shot him a glare and pointed at him threatening, "Watch yourself mutt." Sam gaped at me, "Whoa, (y/n). I thought you were a dog person?" I rolled my eyes, "This one is kinda an asshat."

Dean rubbed the back of his head, "Why is she acting like that?" "I guess she has adapted some of the dogs characteristics." Sam said shrugging. I couldn't help but grow worried, "Will they go away?" "Im sure it will."

" What? I think you are better like this. " I shot Colonel a look, "Okay, we just want to help and find your owners murderer. I don't need your sarcasm." The dogs ears went down at the mention of his owner, "I can't tell you much about the freak..." I nodded, " Just give me as much as you know. " I sat down on Dean's bed, Colonel sitting next to me. I heard a noise of protest from Dean, "Ah- no. could he at LEAST sit on Sam's?" Sam shook his head with a chuckle, "Come 'ere boy." He whistled and I couldn't help but perk up. Dean sat next to me when Colonel moved with a few choice of words, "Okay so... What can you tell us about the killer?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. "He was a REAL freak. Wore something that looked like a cowboy setup. The guy took all of the giblets from my humans bin." I nodded and repeated to the boys what I was being told, " He also smelt crazy. I couldn't tell whether he was human or not at the moment. He smelt like most of the animals my human's clients being in. " "Any other smell?" "Oh yea, he smelt like a restaurant on main street." I hummed to myself, "Colonel, there is more than one restaurant on Main Street. Could you be anymore specific?" "Sorry but I haven't been out in a while. I could probably spot the smell in person." I nodded, "Okay, I gotta go for a car ride. Colonel and I need to go sniff out some clues, literally." Dean sighed, "Well you aren't going alone and sadly, even though you love Baby as much as I do, you aren't driving. " I let out a small pout, "Fine, Sam. While we are gone, look up every restaurant on Main Street. This dude could be an employee." Sam nodded, silently getting to work on his laptop as I closed the door behind Colonel.

Colonel sagged his tail happily as we made our way to the car. Our quiet walk over was interrupted by a white and brown splat landing on the Impala's trunk, "That's a 10!" Yelled a voice. Dean let out a string of words that made the pedestrians gape. I looked around for the speaker. "Colonel was that you?" "Look up, " I looked up, finding a pigeon sitting on a light post. "What? Was that him? " Colonel laughed annoyingly, "Yea." My eyes widened as I quickly looked back and forth between the animals, "So I can hear ALL animals?!"

" (y/n), the hell are you talking about? " Dean's voice interrupted my running thoughts.

I pointed to the bird, "That asshole just shit on the car! " "who you callin' an asshole?! " screeched the pigeon with a slight hint of a New Yorker accent. I growled as I looked at the birds shit, "You! do you realize how much we clean this -"

Dean just stood awkwardly as I started reading into the pigeon.

" I'll brew a good one! " the bird said, adjusting off the side of his post. I quickly pulled out my pistol, "Listen here-" "(Y/N)! Put that away!" Before I could pull the trigger, Dean was in front of me and pushing the gun down. The Bird releasing himself upon the Impala again. I just growled and flipped him off, Dean ushering me into the passenger seat.

I turned to Colonel who was already in the back seat, "Is that why you guys hate birds?" "they are assholes, " I nodded in agreement as Dean asked me what just happened. I just shook my head, "Fuckin birds man..."

"ask him to open the window." "Huh? " I asked, turning to look at him. Colonel whined, "Ask him to open the window." "Dean, could you open his window? Please?" Dean just smiled with am eye roll, "Sure sweetheart." My heart pounded at the small nickname, for some reason it had a harder impact than normal. A small gush of wind came from Colonels window and suddenly a smell wafted past me but never left. Lingering of firewood and leather. Dean. It was something that I always got a hint of but with my heightened senses, it was stronger but I had no complaints. 

Looking over I noticed as the sun danced through the trees and cast over his face, Dean's sun-kissed skin and green eyes practically glowed to me. His perfect smile that spread as we got further into town caused my heart to thump harder. I had to stop and turn away as I caught myself counting his freckles. 

Dean's POV: I couldn't help but feel content, (Y/n) next to me and a dog in the back. I am not a dog person, and I guarantee that he was messing stuff up back there but I didn't seem to care at the moment. Colonel had his head out the window, tongue and ears flapping in the wind. I heard (y/n) chuckle, "No thanks. I'd rather not look stupid." I didn't question it, knowing she was talking to the dog. A few moments of silence later, quietly she rolled down her window, a small sigh left her lips. Suddenly she was in her knees and leaning out the window, a smile spread on her face. I couldn't help but take the time to notice her beautiful hair fiddling in the wind, her cheeks slightly flushed. Keep your eyes on the road, dammit. "(y/n), get your ass back in here," I said as I grabbed onto her belt loop, pulling her back in her seat.

I pulled over on Main Street, (Y/n) getting out with a blush, she mumbled an apology, "It felt so good though..." I smiled, "I bet, let's get this over with though."

Your POV I nodded, "Come on boy..." Colonel went to work, walking in front of us with his nose to the ground. "Here!" He quickly ran down the road, pedestrians moving to the side. "Come on Dean!" I hollered, chasing after and leaving him behind. . . . . . "Of course it was him. He is the only one around that wears stuff like that." Sam nodded, "Let me do a quick background search on this guy." I nodded and sat on the side of Dean's bed, his sitting at the foot. With a yawn, I stretched out onto the bed. My head next to him and my feet at the head of the bed. Dean smiled down at me and pat my head, a sense of pleasure coming from it. Nothing dirty of course, it just made me feel happy. A goofy smile spread on my lips, "I get it." He smirked, "Get what?" "why dogs like it so much. It feels nice." " How about this then? " Dean thread his fingers through my hair and slightly scratching my scalp. I couldn't stop my eyes from slightly rolling back, "Oh god." Dean continued and went to the top of my head, I rolled slightly and closed my eyes and biting my lip, "Right there~" instinctively I  kicked my leg out, kicking the bed frame. I shot my eyes open as a small noise left my throat that shocked both me and Dean.

I felt the heat ride up my face, "I didn't mean too-" "I'm sorry-" We both stopped interrupting each other and just got quiet. My heart beat like crazy, going to fast it hurt. "Shit Dean, didn't think you could get that outta me did you? " He but his lip and slightly looked away, "Not really..."

"Ugh, just kiss already. " I shot a glare at Colonel. "I mean, you imprinted on him already so-" "I WHAT?!" . . . I decided to keep everything Colonel said to me, to myself. The last thing I need to do is make it anymore awkward between me and Dean. My little moan from earlier still fresh in my memory and just as embarrassing. We needed to focus on our mission, break into the restaurant, take down the bad guy. Easy. . . . "I wondered why I smelt dog," the ‘cowboy’ said. "Fuck off," I growled. Dean groaned from his earlier beating as I leaned against the post, tied by the wrists. Colonel wasn't exaggerating when he said this dude smelt weird. I was smelling all sorts of animals on him. "Why are you doing this?" He looked away from me with a smile, "Eating these other animal parts, it... gives me power." Dean clutched his side from his stab wound, "So snake heart resulted in- agh- venom. "

My chest hurt from the sight of Dean on the ground, bleeding. A small whine left my lips, "So what's your plan now? Kill us?" He smirked down at me, unknowing that I was cutting away at the wire with my small pocket knife. "Well, kill you two but I plan on saving the tall one for later," he looked over at Sam's limp form that laid on the kitchen floor. "he is a special one. what is he?" My eyes widened, "W-what?" "Don't play dumb with me! " he came towards me, "Tell me how he healed himself, mutt!" I only glared at him.

Dean tried to get up only for him to be kicked back down, "Hey!" I screamed, "leave him alone!" I dropped the knife. Fuck. "Heh, I remember when I ate my first dog heart. " He stepped on Dean's arm with a yell of protest, "Imprinting is annoying." Dean's eyes widened at the mention at imprinting. Frantically I said, "What about yours?! Would they like what you are doing?!" "I ate my imprint. He was in the way of my goal." he crouched over Dean and pinched his cheeks. I felt anger boiling up in me, how could you kill your soulmate?! The feeling was so violent, almost acid reflex but it caused my ENTIRE body to shake. "I said. Leave. Him. Alone." He grinned and bent over Dean, reaching down to stick his fingers in Dean's wound. Dean cried out, "Fuck!"

"No!" I screamed, my body moving faster then my thoughts. I ripped through the remaining of my restraints with an unknown strength. The man looked at me shocked as I instantly rushed him, pushing him off Dean. I tackled him to the floor, "Argh!" He gasped out in shock as his back hit the floor. Quickly, I pulled out my gun, pressing it to his head. Before I could pull the trigger, he knocked it out of my hand, the pistol clattering into the floor.

With amazing speed he flipped me over, pulling his arm back with his claws out. "Goodbye-" BANG His face became frozen in shock, suddenly clutching his stomach and falling limp on top of me. With sluggish movements, I managed to kick his dead body off of me. my head pounding from being slammed to the ground. I looked over to find Dean holding his gun, "Dean?" No response. Panic went through every fiber of my body, as if the nerves were fried, "Dean?!" I scampered off the floor and by his side. Blood seeped from under his coat and his eyes were almost shut, "Dean?! Come on. Wake up!" Tears dreamed down my face in terror, "Oh god. Please," I lightly smacked his cheek, "Open those eyes. Please." "(y/n)... " he coughed and gasped harshly, Dean forcing his eyes open. "Yes, yes, I'm here. Stay with me. I'm gonna find you help," I cried, pressing into his wound. Dean coughed blood, trying to say something. "What?" " Ga...d...eel" I could feel myself getting increasingly frustrated as I watched my supposed soulmate die, " Dean! " He yelled out with a groan following, "GADREEL GOD DAMN IT!" I looked at him startled, "Who-" Sam stood up from his spot on the floor, walking over un-Sam like. His eyes shone blue. I yelled out in panic, "Sam?!" Without a word to me, he moved my hands away and touched Dean's wound. Healing him like Cas does. I felt myself shake, is that why he smelt weird earlier? I growled and jumped at him, grabbing his collar, "WHO ARE YOU?!" I took out my Angel blade, pointing it at him. "(Y/N), STOP. " I looked away from "Sam" and saw Dean sitting up, perfectly fine. I let go of the collar and practically ran at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, Angel blade in hand, "Oh god, I-I thought you were gonna die and I-" Dean wrapped his arms around my torso, "Its okay. I'm alright." I took in his scent, everything was fine, everything normal besides the hint of blood. Satisfied, I turned to face "Sam" and stood in front of Dean, "Who is this?" "(y/n), I can't explain it right now but I will when we are alone. " The man coughed, "I'm going to go back how I was." Dean nodded and we watched as he laid back down, him taking the angel blade from me, "We also need to talk about something else." I gulped and looked back up at him, "Yea..." . . . We packed our bags, getting ready to leave. Sam left earlier to get us food for the cooler, Dean explained everything to me about the angel. I had a weird feeling about it but I had to trust Dean. "So what was that he was talking about?" I raised a brow, "What do you mean?" Flatly he said, "The imprinting thing." " Uh-" I froze, "I-I imprinted." " Well duh, " he zipped his bag, "What exactly is that though." I looked down at my feet, too embarrassed to say it, "don't make me spell it out for you asshat." Dean smiled and leaned close to me, "Oh, no. I need it put in neon lights." I muttered, "You are my soulmate..." " I'm sorry what? " "IT MEANS YOU ARE MY SOULMATE!" I yelled. Crossing my arms and turning away, trying to hide my red face. " Sooo, that means. You love me? " With a short laugh, "Now I didn't say that-" "You implied it." " -well I don’t. " I lied through my teeth. Dean saw right through it and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him, "don't worry (Y/n), I love you too." Butterflies erupted through my body and chest. A sheepish smile spread across my lips, as he looked away, packing his bag. . Colonel whined at my feet, "What about me?" Smiling, I pat his ears, "We will find you a home. someone we know will take care of you." He snorted, "You are acting sappy." " Oh shush. You know you love me. " Whine whine Wait, what.... "Did- did you say something?" Whine whine I don't know why, but I started to feel myself tear up. Dean softly grabbed my shoulder, "What's wrong?"

With a sigh, I looked between them, "I can't hear him anymore."

"Well," Dean said with a sigh, " Where are we gonna take him?" I shook my head and wiped away some tears that fell, "I dunno... You think that vegan couple would take 'im?" I heard Dean sigh, "I mean, I was thinking the bunker." Shooting my head in his direction, he quickly looked away, "I mean but if you wanna drop him with Mr. and Mrs. Swollen eyes than sure-"

Before he could say anything else, I jumped at him, tackling him down on the bed. I grabbed his stubby face in my hands and pressed an excited kiss to his lips before I could stop myself, "THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK-" I froze, realizing what I just did and that I was on top of him. I stuttered out, "I-I-" before he leaned up towards me, kissing me back. Dean grabbed my waist and pulled me closer down to him, turning to where we were in our sides. I took it in, wrapping my arms around his neck. Before the kiss got too heated, Colonel barked at us. I smiled and pulled away from him, looking into his deep emerald green eyes, "Alright, alright! We are done!" I yelled to the dog. Dean smiled and muttered, "Just one more-"

BARK BARK BARK

I knew what he said without having to hear it, "QUITE THE SAPPY SHIT. AND LET'S GO." . . . . "She got you again?!" Sam exclaimed exasperated when the dog jumped into the back seat with us.

[missternarrator]

my life is an idiots to lovers trope it's just missing the lovers part

[missternarrator]

Entwined Paths

Fem!Reader!Dragonborn x Brynjolf (can be found on Wattpad “Entwined Paths” by my account Mrs. Narrator. LMK if you guys want to read more!)

My throat felt like sandpaper, as I broke through the barrier. I gasped for air and frantically clawed at the rock walls, "Gah!" I choked out some water, its almost as if my Armour was trying to drag me back down. "(Y/n)!" Karliah's voice bounced off the small entrances walls, she knelt down and reached for me. I pulled myself along the side and grabbed her hand, "By the eight- I didn't think I would make it." Water rose fast during our fight with Mercer Frey, hell our victory was short lived as the water began to rise above our knees. There was no way out down there and at that point we all had to escape through the roof entrance...

we...

"Brynjolf?!" I drug myself onto the mud, turning on my back and looking to the water filled hole. Water began to splash onto my boots as it continued to rise. Karliah's hand fell atop my shoulder, "We should go-" "-No," I took off my hood and mask, letting it hang lazily to the side of my face, "BRYNJOLF!" Almost in response to my calls, his face came up and we could hear him gasp for air, only choking as water filled his mask. I reached in and grabbed the shoulder of his Nightingale Armour,  pulling hard in order to bring him to shore. He was so heavy, I assumed it was from all the water. Karliah dropped down and tried taking off his mask but stopped, "Did you-?!"  That's when I looked to his side and noticed he was holding onto something, SOMEONE. I let go of him as he dug his hand into the soil, "Trying to kill yourself?!" Brynjolf threw Mercers lifeless corpse onto the ground next to me, pushing his mask out of the way, "I couldn't just..." he caught his breath, "just... leave him there..." My heart pounded as I got to my feet, taking another look at Mercer, his eyes laid peacefully closed and part of me forgot the evil that once stared at me.

"He deserved death but not a watery grave," he looked up at us, eyes squinting from the dim light, "Mercer was a brother once, and I'll be damned if I let a dwarven ruin hold him." My eyes softened as I looked to Brynjolf, he was right. While yes the man tried to kill me and the others, he wasn't always this way. Maybe this was his way of coping, Mercer was his best friend and guild master before all of this. I sighed and held out my hand, he took it and stood up, eyes not leaving mine, "Lass.. I am sorry if you don't understand but-"

"-I request we give him to Nocturnal."

Karliahs voice interrupted him and we both looked to her, she crossed her arms, "I hate you brought him back up, we should've left his soul to drown for eternity." He did kill Gallus, her lover, after all. I found myself feeling conflicted, there was nothing more in me that wanted to kick him back into the ruins he wished to leave us in, but he also had a point. Yet there is no use burring someone in the name of their former self, "May not be a watery grave but I feel Nocturnal would give enough punishment to his body as she already has on his soul." His hand dropped from mine as I continued, "It's the least we could do Brynjolf, seeing as how you already brought him up." His bright green eyes dropped to the corpse that laid between us, water now played with his hair, "Fine." "Well," I pursed my lips, "on a brighter note..." They watched with brows raised as I dug into the large pouch on my side, "At least we got something to bring back to the guild if not Mercer~" Two large opal-like jewels laid in my hand as I took them out, "You didn't," Karliah covered her mouth almost to hold back a laugh, "oh god-" I chuckled and held both of them out, "Don't be shy now, Gallus would've wanted us to at least gawk before handing them over to Delvin." Brynjolf smiled softly and took one of them in his hands, "Eye of the Falmer..." _________________________________ "It's quite an interesting tale... really," I folded my arms as a dark elf walked next to me, "but maybe not one for right now." He nodded, "I should've known this is where the Dragonborn was holed up." I looked away from the shelves behind my desk, "Hm?" "I mean-" Elwin nervously smiled, "-people have been asking. Riverwood Trader gained business because people heard you stopped by but suddenly you vanished."

Damn... it didn't feel like long but it's actually been months since Mercers death. All this time I have been stuck in the Cairn trying to handle guild business and cleaning up his mess. It's taken my time from adventuring and the sun.

Part of me felt like the sudden realization was his fault. I kind of regretted taking over Runes training but I wanted to be hands on with the Guild. The new recruits needed to see their Guildmaster at work and know that I was involved. Mercer was distant so not only was he stealing from the vault but any new recruit they brought in with him weren't too honest with their findings. Nothing was going to pass me. My stomach felt sick, it really has been months since I have been up top hasn't it?

"Rune- ah," I rubbed the back of my neck, "Show him to his bed and chest." The man nodded from his seat and ran over, long brown hair swaying over his shoulders, "Of course m'lady." "So formal," I pat his arm and smiled. Rune smiled, "I only learned from the best." I felt redness crawl over my face as he reminded me, back when I first joined I got so nervous speaking to Mercer I accidentally called him 'sir'. It wouldn't have been so embarrassing if it wasn't in front of the entire guild, and I audibly made a squeak. Yea... my early Dragonborn days weren't so intimidating. Am I intimidating? ____ I stepped into Whiteruns tavern, The Bannered Mare, and stepped up to the bar. "What have you got for sale?" "Food for the hungry," she looked up at me from the mug, "drink for the-" her eyes widened, "(L/n)..." I raised a brow but was suddenly deafened by silence, the bards music coming to a hault and the chatter dropping. Looking to my left, I noticed Lydia... my housecarl. "My lady," she looked over to the people and back to me, "everybody has been eager of your return from the Grey Beards." ____

I actually hoped that maybe people weren't so intimidated anymore. Then maybe my visits in town would be a bit quieter. I found nothing wrong with questions but causing a scene every time? Not a fan... One thing I did miss was the adventure. Maybe I could do a job... I should speak to Delvin. "Lass," my attention was brought up from my thoughts, "looks like you could use a drink." I smiled at the green eyes that peered at me, "Brynjolf~" Red peppered his cheeks, "you already look like you've indulged." He shook his head, "It feels like a celebration is in order. The Thieves Guild is thriving and we have Nocturnal at our sides." I sat down on one of the beds and he took a spot next to me, "Celebration... Yes but maybe not in the Ragged Flagon." "Where?" he rubbed his face, it looked as if he has been 'celebrating' since early noon. I crossed my arms, "You are in no shape to go. Not today. Lets set out tomorrow morning for some celebration." "Ah, women... can't be satisfied with a simple bit of mead~" I rolled my eyes knowing he was only joking, "Off to bed with you. Or I'll make sure to share that comment with Vex." Brynjolfs eyes slightly widened, "Ah.. yes we wouldn't want that." Vex has grown quite haughty towards Delvin so both of us knew she wouldn't hesitate to take Bryns joke seriously. The womans a little uptight but she is a great theif. I got up and began to step away, "Lass?" "Yes?" turning back I noticed he has begun to follow me, "You alright?" "Of course," I continued to pass our statue to Nocturnal and went to one of the free beds. A few of the members wished me goodnight as we all began to turn in. I guess at this point, me not seeing the daylight was my fault. Since I have became Guildmaster, Maven Black-Briar has given me ownership of Mercers home. I have yet to make it mine or even really take a good look at it since I broke in last time. Months stuck in constant work but it felt like some sort of stability, I loved it at first but now that I was taking a moment to really think about it...

Laying down, I looked and noticed that my dominant hands fingers were stained in ink, this was a new low for me.  It was something Niruin said to me a month ago, "Might as well attach a bucket to your desk." Since then I have found myself being self conscious on how long I stay behind and work on damaged business ledgers, instead I will go for a walk and help others in our training room. Last thing I wanted was for the guild to think of me as a desk warmer, I wanted to be involved. I'll have to start participating in actual jobs, show these new comers who is boss. Maybe stability was the opposite of what I wanted. Turning to my side, I could see others asleep... Brynjolf was a few beds away. Nothing was predictable with that man, last thing I thought he would do was bring up Mercers corpse with us. Something in me loved that about him. Loved? I chuckled to myself, yes loved. He was my best friend in this place and was the only one who REALLY took the time to know me. Especially when he hand picked me out of the many in town square. I only had a few friends in Skyrim, they seemed to be the only ones that didn't mention my Dragonborn status any given opportunity.

My heart raced just thinking about my loved ones, none biological but all family. How was I supposed to go to sleep thinking about them? I turned to my other side, Ralof, Lydia, Madesi, Arneir, even Paarthernax. God, the old dragon that was lonely and wouldn't want to do anything but talk all day. I wasn't complaining, before the Thieves Guild took up my time, I would take the 7,000+ steps to meditate on words with him. _______________ "Dovahkiin," his hot breath, smelt like old stockings might I add, fanned over my cold face as the wind whipped around us, "which word would you like to meditate on today?" I rolled my eyes and reached up, my hand stroking alongside of his large scales. Some were chipped and cracked, cold from the climate up here... I felt bad that he wasn't comfortable leaving the mountain. "No meditating today~" he puffed out as I continued to pet the side of his face, "Just wanted to visit." ________________

I would have loved to take Paarthurnax to the small mountains outside Solitude and Markarth... My eyes drifted shut at the thought of my old friend. Maybe that would be my "adventure" tomorrow... It would be a little hard of a trip on Brynjolf though. There were plenty of potion ingredients in the Cairn, maybe I could brew some stamina potions for him. With that, even my eternal voice died out as sleep overtook me.

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Happy Endings Introduction

Dean x Fem!Reader (This is just a snippet of the beginning of fanfiction Happy Endings on Wattpad. LMK if y’all want to see more or even the whole thing. Maybe actually get to the Happy Ending parts?)

Heart Racing. Chest Heaving. Panting... Running out of breath. Fuck. Everything is getting dark. My feet began to trip over themselves as I ran, roots practically reaching out and grabbing my ankles. I reached out and roughly pushed off the nearest tree, attempting to stabilize. Retracting my hand only for blood to back at me and soaking my hand. Turning, forgetting what I was running from... What was I running from? I tried to catch my breath and looked down to my hands, stumbling to turn around. They were soaked. Blood. God... There is so much blood. I'm not squeamish. Why did this cause my stomach to turn? Something in me knew, I knew. No. I knew. Panicking, I wiped them on my jacket, nothing coming off... if anything it got worse. Unable to stop the tears, I cried out but nothing left my throat. Silence. God the silence. My legs started to turn, almost as if everything was slipping from underneath me. The moss practically warped underneath me, my eyes almost forcing themselves shut. I tried to force them shut as the grey sky faded in and out. I could hear him.

Anything please god, his blood covered me. Hot and sticky. I wanted to fight but hell all my limbs just felt weak...

My eyes shot open, washing away the muddy forest from my dream and to show my ceiling. My arm was tensed and stretched out. With a sigh, I relaxed and let my arm fall. No blood. These nightmares aren't as bad as they used to be but have faded into a sort of fever dream... I looked over at my alarm clock that has half the screen shattered, reading 5:30, a poor victim to my thrashing.

With a grunt, I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed. Deciding to get ready for the day, I walked down stairs to take a shower.

Nothing really changed with my days, not even the meals.

Wake up. Eat. Work at the Hardware store. Visit bar. Sleep. Repeat.

The only thing that has a definite change was the girls that passed through, none staying. Not like I cared, I didn't plan on anyone staying anyways. No strings attached, exactly how I want my hookups. That can't be healthy Dean. He said, clearly in my head. With a roll of my eyes, I stepped into the shower.

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