Fluff, suggestive, f!reader and crack || Thank you for the request dear<33
Riyo hadnāt even meant to start it.
They were just sitting around, killing time, when she leaned over with that annoying little grin and asked, āSoā¦why do you like Zanka that much?ā
You froze.
Then you laughed.
Thenāunfortunatelyāyou answered.
āI meanāhave you seen him?ā you started, hands already moving as you talked. āHeās loud and stupid and acts like heās all bite, but heās actually really sharp when it counts. And heās loyal. Like, ride-or-die loyal. He doesnāt hesitate when someone needs him, and thatāsā thatās really cool, okay?ā
Riyo blinked once. Twice. āā¦Wow...Youāve thought about this.ā
āAnd another thing,ā you barreled on, heat creeping into your cheeks, āheās kind without being fake about it. He knows who he is. And his fighting style is insane, and the way he carries himselfāugh. Itās justāZanka is cool.ā
Neither of you noticed the shadow that had appeared by the doorway.
You kept going. āOh! And his handsātheyāre really good forāā
Suddenly, a warm hand clamped over your mouth.
āSTOP,ā Zanka hissed, face bright red, eyes wide like heād just walked into danger. āYou are NOT finishing that sentence.ā
Riyo lost it immediately. āOH? ZANKA? DIRTY MIND, MUCH?ā
You pried his hand off, mortified. āWhat is wrong with you?! I was gonna say theyāre good for warmth during winter!ā
There was a beat of silence.
āā¦Oh,ā Zanka muttered, looking away. ā...Thatās not what I thought.ā
āYouāre disgusting,ā you deadpanned.
āTch. Says the one rambling about me for five straight minutes,ā he shot backābut his ears were still red.
Riyo cackled. āSo you heard everything?ā
Zanka shrugged, trying (and failing) to look cool. āEnough.ā
You crossed your arms. āAnd?ā
āā¦Youāre not wrong,ā he said quietly.
Later that night, it was colder than usual.
You were sitting near the fire, half-focused, when Zanka dropped down beside you without warning. No words, no warning, jstāplop.
āā¦What,ā you said.
He didnāt look at you. Instead, he casually reached over and took your hand, threading your fingers together like it was the most normal thing in the world.
āWinter,ā he said simply.
You stared at him. āā¦Youāre never letting this go, are you?ā
ā...You said my hands were good for warmth,ā he replied, smugness dripping from his voice, despite burning red himself. āIām just being useful.ā
You tried to pull away, to tease him, he tightened his gripāgentle, steady, undeniably warm.
āā¦They are warm,ā you admitted.
Zanka smirked, glancing at you sideways. āYeah. I know.ā
And for the rest of the night, he didnāt let go once.
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Zanka, who thought he didnāt need anybody but himself. Who just trained and trained until his hands bruised, until his body was covered in sweat, until his feet ached from simply standing or moving too much.
Zanka, who would never admit out loud, but genuinely enjoys your company. He can hide it all he wants, but even you could tell that he doesnāt wanna be separated from you, let alone let another guy come near you.
Zanka, who gets excited when he realizes the sun is setting, and it was time for the stars to greet the night sky. Everyone notices how he seems happier, how flashes everyone a good smile, and his steps seem to skip just a little. He feels very childish for looking forward to something. But with you? He just canāt help it. He even finds himself humming some random tune he heard once when he was walking by a store.
Zanka, tries to hide his excitement in front of you when heās standing at your door, his expression neutral, but his hands trembling behind his back.
āI can finally hold them after so longā¦! This is a dream come trueā¦!!ā
Zanka, who physically relaxes once your arms are around him, your fingers threading through his hair as you pull his face close to your chest, just letting him hear the steady race of your breathing, and the soft beats of your heartbeat. This was full proof that you were here, that you were alive and breathing. And that fills him with a sense of calm and peace.
Zanka, who always ends up falling asleep first because you just felt so warm and comforting. And after a long day? How could he not? He ends the day with you there with him, in his arms, and your legs tangling with his.
Zanka, who during his sleep, tightens his arms around your waist. Itās like heās afraid of you pulling away, heās afraid that this is all but a dream, and heās afraid that youāll disappear the moment he loosens his grip. And that thought terrifies him deep down. Heās so worried that this isnāt even real, that this was too good to be true. But youāre here. Youāre here with him. And thatās enough to make his body relax, and his breaths even out.
Hello! I'm so happy that there are people who write for Tanner from Scrutinized!
Can I request imagine with Tanner, if so there is a summary:
Tanner as always sneaks into female reader's home, while she is gone. But then she suddenly come back with her friends, so Tanner hides in her closet. And they have fun and decide to play 7 minutes in heaven.
Don't worry about mistakes at least in this work because I'm not a native speaker too.
7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN - ONE SHOT
warnings: Tanner being a fucking creep, description of death, stalking, noncon touching, shit writing, not proofread!
no use of Y/N
words: 727 (somehow)
(sorry it took 2 fucking years to reply omg)
stalker! Tanner x fem! reader
Itās been two months old routine for Tanner now. Watching, lurking, waiting. He learned the entirety of your schedule, when you go to work, when you sleep, when you wake up. When youāre not in the house, he just loves to go trough your things, today was no different. You went out with your friends on this warm summer evening for drinks. Tanner knew this, he also knew that you are usually gone for at least one hour, which was enough for him to shamelessly go trough your dirty laundry, occasionally shoving a piece of pretty panties in his pocket to smell later. He was proud of his little collection of your things especially your undies. It always left you wondering, searching the whole house for a clean pair, oblivious to this madmanās relentless digits stealing them.
He was in his element, when his ears perked up on the noise and laughter from the main door. He sneaked to take a look at the commotion and there were you with your friend group having the time of your lifes. You all stumbled into your home laughing and chatting with no worry in the world. Tanner had no time to run out of the house and he could not risk being seen. He creeped back into your bedroom and slipped into your spaceful closet. Anticipation gnawing at his ribs.
Some time passed by, there was still loud chitchat, but the bedroom door creaked open. Tanner looked trough the little cranny from the closet. This loverboy almost drooled at the sight of you, he was like a dog in heat. His fingers twitching in desperate need to touch you, caress you, take you, anything. You walked in with a few of your friends, talking. āCome on, guys! Weāre not in school anymore! Who even plays 7 minutes in heaven.ā You were protesting. āYeah, but this will be fun!ā One friend countered, wiggling her brows at you and pushing you further into the room along with your another guy friend, who kept furiously blushing. Tannerās jaw went tight, his throat bubbling with jealousy, fingers now shaking with rage. āOkay, fine! Just let me go take a piss.ā You pushed trough them into the bathroom. Your friends left the room with laughter, leaving the guy friend alone in the bedroom, waiting for your return. He was nervously pacing around.
Tanner went red with anger. āSHEāS MINE!ā His mind is screaming. He reaches into his pocket, taking out a syringe with lethal poison. Heās slowly stepping out of the closet, inching closer and closer towards that friend of yours. The guy turned around just in time for Tanner to roughly stick the needle into his neck, sending the poison down his jugular. Your friend didnāt even have the time to yell out as he crumbled to the floor in convulsions. Tanner dragged him by his armpits into the closet. After that he dusted off his white coat, adjusting his red tie and hid behind the door waiting for you.
You sigh as you place your hand over the door handle and after a short while you open them. You look around, brows furrowed in confusion, when you canāt see your friend anywhere. You walk into the room, calling his name. The door behind you closes with a loud thud, which startles you. You swiftly turn around and are met with a huge grin of a strange man with an even stranger attire. Before you have a time to scream for help, heās already clasping a hand over your mouth, his face uncomfortably close to yours. āShh shh, little one, we donāt want company, now do we?ā He says in a sing song voice, guiding you to your bed, his other hand is on your lower back. You start to struggle in his grip, but heās too strong. You desperately claw at his chest, kick his shins, bite at his palm, but nothing seems to work. He keeps the sinister smirk on his face. āNow now, sweetheart, stop this struggle before Iāll have to use force.ā His smile never fades, quite the opposite, it widens. You stare at him with fear, your eyes watering. āThere, sweetheart...ā he caresses the side of your face, his other hand squeezing at your breast. āi think itās my turn to play 7 minutes in heaven with you.ā
Hehehehe so about scrutinized maybe a lovesick tanner or kidnapper I donāt mind and another one is yandere kidnapper wanting to keep them for himself but they have a lover or crush on someone please and thank youuuā¤ļøā¤ļøšš«¶š«¶
heueheueh. this will be a multi chapter! ||
Love Sick
tanner x (fem implied) reader , stockholm syndrome , kidnapping , jealousy , stalking , creepy behavior from tanner ||
your computer screen began to slowly burn your retinas, the blue light had formed a headache long ago. going through countless reports, sorting out the bullshit karen complaints and filing the ones that screamed āsuspectā. all while being oblivious to the well suited creep making rounds around your home.
you couldnāt be to blame, each time you checked your home security cameras, not a single thing seemed out of place. it was like whatever wanted in was serious, and took a good look at all the blind spots around your home to avoid getting caught. you checked the clock, realizing youāve been up almost 24 hours. pushing yourself from the desk, you stretched your arms up to break the tension.
ārather call it a night now. donāt feel like adding insomnia to the list of medical concerns.ā glancing to your phone, you had three missed texts from your current fling, a fine man with a good job who had taken you on a few dates. checking through them, you resorted to responding later. itās not like theyād be up at 4am anyways.
clearing up your work area and double checking to make sure your windows were locked downstairs, you sauntered up to your room, holding onto the railing to aid your fatigued eyes that could barely stay open now that they had no reason to. you skipped the shower, as all you did was sit at home all day in the same clothes with minimal movement. slipping into bed, you got real comfy.
āoh fuck..ā you mumbled, looking up the window above you. you forgot to check it. but in theory it shouldnāt be unlocked. you never open it. shrugging the anxiousness away, you turn on your back, letting your eyes shut to fall into a much needed sleep.
thatās when he creeped in, white suit and blood red tie. fidgeting with window locks was nothing new, sneaking into womenās homes was routine, and watching you, well that was an everyday thing. every date youāve been on, every grocery trip you made, all the reports youād file. tanner was there, watching everything. seeing how ambitious you were to catch criminals, low scale ones compared to him, but bastards nonetheless.
creeping towards your sleeping figured, admiring the way your chest would rise and feel with each breath. his calloused hand slipped into the picked of his doctors coat, revealing his syringe. tanners eyes never left you, wanting to make sure he could strike unbeknownst to you. repositioning the needle in his hand, he crawled on the bed on top of you, his left arm pressing into the mattress by the side of your head.
feeling the weight shift and mattress dip, your eyes fluttered open, only to be met with his face mere inches from yours. gasping, you gripped onto the sheets in fear. within seconds he sunk the needle into your neck, injecting you with a small dose of midazolam. āletās talk.ā was the last thing you heard before your vision blurred, and thoughts became clouded. and the very last thing you could feel was being hoisted up and thrown over the culprits shoulder.
after watching her for over a year, tanner can't control his urges anymore and he goes to claim what, he thinks, is rightfully his.
ā tanner x reader, reader/character is implied to be female and in luna's place, not really smut but very suggestive it was supposed to be a smut though, kinda dark themed(!!) but it is consensual somehow TT, stalking references, i'll definitely write a part two with smut š , been writing this for four months;; kinda feel like i could've done better
if you like it pls reblog!! ą«®ā Ė¶įµ įµ įµĖ¶ āį
an: i wanted to try something new hehehe tell me if you like how it's written!! also dude... tanner voicelines are so cannibalistic and sexy,,, and i feel sooo bad i drank too much and i was sitting outside drinking beer with some random ahh guy at 3am and I'm pretty sure that something i took today got laced >_< this is my comfort fic yall.
tonight was oddly peaceful. the state of Montana, especially that one ā someone would say cursed ā town was the complete opposite of peace. with the sudden increase in crime; murder, kidnappings, disappearances mostly the city was covered with terror. the blueblood killer was definitely a real threat, a threat that is wandering free on the sickly covered in fog streets, while the poor citizens are left in the dark ā and though he enjoys the exposition he has, for tanner it wasn't enough. it's never going to be enough.
he's cruel. psychotic, even. what sane person would happily murder so many of its own kind? none. and yet, there he was. enthusiastically setting feet rhythmically on the pavement, the heels of his elegant shoes making a barely audible 'click-clacks'. so much passion in each step; the same passion which drives him to inject toxins to humans and toying them with much visible sadism. tanner ā the blueblood killer, had a very distinctive way of looking at the society. for him, it was nothing else than scum. trash, refuse; all the same. no human mattered to him. he treated mankind like a child would treat its toys; fun, but only for a moment. then the toy, or in tanner's case, a human can be tossed away into some corner, because it won't serve his purpose this well again. his definition of fun, however, was as cruel as he was. stalking, trespassing, closely observing his prey's emotional reactions and how the body and mind react separately depending on the circumstances and substances. his fun ends when the victim dies or acts repetitively ā so he cherishes every moment of preying upon a human.
he found one exception, though ā a young woman living not-so-far-away from his hideout; the captivating lady was a detective, with her home set close to the giant, maze-like forest, where the equally handsome doctor was spending his days, and if he wasn't out satiating his disgusting urges, nights. tanner has been watching her for over a year, falling prey to the female's plush lips, seemingly sweet demeanor and her abominable desires. in their own home, each human feels safe. the only place they can be themselves, do whatever they want to do. tanner pitied them - he always did. but for some reason, he still laughed at people who acted different indoors. he defied the whole purpose of safety, stripping the victim of it.
heās stood in the shadows ā where he preferred to be, for now. the thrill of being found was growing fonder and fonder on him, but now's not the right time, tanner would always repeatedly tell himself this like a mantra. like a plea to the sober-thinking part of him to let the other, more careless and darker part have some more fun. his thirst, though, for blood and flesh was just expanding more and more... insatiable, one would think. no matter how many victims would be reported, no matter how the blueblood killer's body count would go up, the urge was almost... attached to him.
through the tinted, mostly curtain-hidden windows, he could see her moving around. left and right she swayed, not getting enough sleep and forgetting basic self care because of her almost sick, he thought, altruistic urges. such a good, upstanding individual she was - someone to look up to, to worship... the woman deserved good, proper treatment only. especially from him - all the neglect is happening because his identity, still a secret, was wanted. tanner almost convinced himself that he feels pity and cries for her, being the source of her opposite of well-being, but in the end it's hard to judge and distinguish emotions while being hazed with mad, almost lusting feelings.
there was, however, no time to reflect the past actions, even if they're undoubtedly mingling with the present. he always did whatever his body and mind wanted, more or less heart. but he would be the last one to judge - there was no place for him and his 'sick' assessment. that being said, tanner finally realised he is in fact done waiting. their time together was pleasant and wholesome, but the urge will drive him to further madness if he won't do anyting about it soon. and since this isn't a mind matter, then it would be suitable to satisfy the flesh, disregarding the heart's wishes and indulge in the woman visible through the small gap in the curtains.
but his heart cannot be silenced this fast.
after searching for his trusted syringe and the mix of liquid midazolam and some other drug he put there previously, he cracked a small smile and sighed, being able to free himself after such a long time. his playtime with victims never lasted this long - this was but a miracle, something unexpected and ready to turn his peaceful, murderous life into something even more vile, dangerous and ruined. but the thought of disposing her like a loose trash didn't sit right with him; tanner was almost disgusted by the bare thought of causing her heart to stop permantly. he was having so much fun now, it'd be almost criminal... but, what is going to happen will eventually happen, so reveal himself to her, he shall.
the woman inside the cozy home was unaware of the terror right next her door, but even if she was - it didn't really matter. for her, the most important thing to do now was to catch that damned blueblood killer, to put end to the town's suffering... and her own grief. she's lost many of her friends and few family members to his wicked fantasies, and it only felt right to do something for the rapidly decreasing community. focused on her promethean task, she couldn't hear the light creak of her door and even lighter footsteps right behind her. only after tanner stood behind her, she could sense someone's presence. shiver ran down her spine, as she vividly remembered closing the door and definitely not inviting anyone, especially this late at night. fear paralyzed her, but then came the realisation.
it could be the blueblood killer. either she will get violently gutted, or she will make a life-changing discovery. and so, the captivating lady sighed, and prepared herself for the worst moments of her life. she turned around, surprising tanner. bold. she was definitely bold, unsure of the danger's scale, yet facing it bravely. his heart barely, but still, softened. endearing, so endearing... but it was too much for her. she closed her eyes right before facing him, squinting her eyes. his little plaything was even more captivating, he thought, smiling softly. though, she could never see it.
"who are you?" she asked, knowing well the answer is going to be fake or she will get no answer at all. or maybe some pistol on her forehead would be all she needed to know before her apparent, incoming demise? but she heard a small chuckle. "i'm the one you've been searching for. pardon me, miss, for keeping you up for so many nights. figured i'd better show myself in person."
his voice was oddly attractive. so pleasant to her ears, so pleasant she almost didn't get what he was saying - clearly, the murderer who got rid of solid few percents of the town's residents was before her, and he was aware of the search. well, it was obvious he will figure it out eventually, but the fact that he exactly knew that it was her... next thing she knew, his fingers were caressing her cheekbones, which made her open her eyes in a second. the sight made her lose her breath for a second.
the blueblood killer was undeniably handsome. sharp jaw, ideally shaped brows, perfect face ratio... not a single thing was wrong. he'd definitely pass as a model, or an angel, though the circumstances made her think of him as the devil. his appearance made it easy to sin. tempting. he was clearly her type, and deep inside of herself she was having a moral battle. she couldn't help the train of thoughts, all vile and lusting, all due to the bare sight of him. that didn't go unnoticed - tanner, as the aspiring master of knowing human reactions, realized she was captivated with him as much as she was with her. the syringe in his other hand, placed behind his back, almost fell to the floor. sweet, so sweet; it seems the paradise's gates won't be opened for him only.
"i've planned some fun activities for the two of us. don't worry, honey, you won't die. yet," the murderer smiled at the woman, terrified and enamored, still gazing at him. oh, how absurdly sweet she was... a perfect mix. with his large, gentle movements he still was caressing her cheek, but slowly moved down to her neck, tracing circles and various shapes. the lady was stunned - and tanner will also be as stunned as the detective, if he regains his mind clarity. but that did not matter; not for now, at least. she's here, next to him, looking at him with lust behind the pretty, sweet facade...
suddenly, the lady felt a sting on her neck. she hissed, and tanner shushed her, continuing to inject the tranquilizer liquid through the syringe. "this will only hurt for a while, i assure you. i wouldn't let you suffer for more, that is - unless you want me to," his poor, horrid jokes made her think about the event briefly, before losing consciousness. this is awful - she is awful, for even considering this monster as a human being, someone that could even potentially become her crush. but the shame can wait, she thought, as the man dressed in white lab coat and red tie came closer to her face and hovered above her, waving his hand as her eyes became droopy and eventually closed.
"good girl," tanner told her, though she couldn't hear those affectionate words. the effects were visible shortly - as if it were not for her perpetrator and his strong, muscular hands she would surely fall down, hitting herself and creating a possible injury. not today, tanner thought, not happening ever. why should she injure herself if the feared master of terror was always for her disposal? but even he wouldn't cut her too deep. the precious flesh of hers shall not be tainted with foolish, mortal-only limited bruises.
having his prized lady in his arms, he spared a few seconds more to admire her unconscious body. not like this was the first time he's seen it - this time was different, though, as he never actually held her like this. tanner closed his eyes swiftly, took a small, but deep breath and contemplated what to do next. it would be a shame to waste the precious liquid he just injected, though it was as precious as she was.
tanner knew her home well, sneaking inside when she wasn't home, and he was about to exploit this knowledge, just as he was about to exploit the sweet, sweet detective he oh-so-adored. holding her as softly as he could, but firm, he moved in the direction of her bedroom, clearly having some sort of a more detailed plan now. after entering, he put her still unconscious body on the big, fluffy bed and then went back to the living room to turn off the lights. should add some more vibes, tanner thought, grinning from ear to ear, as if it was his first time feeling happiness.
awakening from her slumber, she felt as if her wrists were restrained. and soon, she would learn her assumption was correct - although, it wasn't rope or anything extreme as she feared, no.. it was a fine, soft material, silk probably. sitting nice and tight on her skin. in her circumstances, getting tied up was the least she could worry about, and soon, she would find out; as the man's figure hovered over her body, multiple terrifying scenarios flashed her poor mind yet again. but was it surprising? no, it was expected even. her eyes became glassy, as if she'd cry in a second, at which tanner just... cooed. "oh, what's this now? i told you already, i won't let you suffer by my hand unless you want it," tanner replied, bringing his hand to her cheek and gently caressing her already tear-stained flawless skin.
the word gentle did not sit right with him, obviously. his actions were confusing to the extreme; but she wouldn't refuse anything the man would offer. not like she'd even be able to - but he made her think she has a choice and whatever happens next is up to her. what a cruel illusion - one of freedom and safety, that he won't take anything she doesn't want him to. in his mind, she was already his. equal to him, even, though he wouldn't like to see her running around with some sedatives, tranquilizing random people on the street like he does on some nights.
tanner did not retreat his hand, seeing his darling still conflicted but not showing any signs of reluctance. if anything, she was very compliant, and so he shall make sure she's rewarded for her obedience. "could you.. um.. untie me?" she asked, earning yet another one of tanner's smiles. what a silly girl, he thought, asking questions like this. but do whatever she wants him to do, he shall.
"no thrashing and squirming, okay? and i'll give you a piece of freedom," the man said, to which she nodded. she wouldn't want to cross him, never. bringing her arms closer, he slowly undid the bindings on her wrists, brushing his lips softly on the soft flesh of hers. it was somehow... intimate. the way he presented himself to her; she knew he's dangerous. one wrong move or word could probably get her killed, and yet - the way he is now with her speaks a whole different story. one couldn't just see him as a psychotic, sadistic murderer; not when his actions were those of a lover, not a killer. thinking about him in this way was surely a sin. the woman's train of thought, however, was rudely interrupted.
"stop thinking so much," he murmured against her ear. "no point in being so worried. i came here to do what i wanted for a long, long time, you know?" tanner started delicately biting the skin on her ear, chuckling a bit at his own words. "tonight, you shall become rightfully mine. i was thinking of claiming you in a different scenario but i just can't keep myself away from you, sweet girl." her breath hitched, in fear or excitement - she did not know. the anticipation, his face being so close to her own; she was surely about to go insane after tonight. and as tanner buried his face in her neck, she started trying to regain at least part of her mind's long gone clarity.
he's a murderer. a terrible person. he's creating hell on earth. she knows he is awful and she should scream in terror, but her fleshy, earthly desires are clouding her judgement a tad too much. up to this moment, she knew who he is - a killer. his sly antics tonight made her forget about his cruelty, but she shall see him as a criminal, a murderer yet again - he's going to kill her all the same, the difference will be the weapon of choice. he will stab her relentlessly all the same, but not with any blade or syringe. cursing her coveting mind, she brushed all concerns aside and let him have his way with her.
she's going to let him ruin her, deprave her - and she will enjoy every second of it.
Just Part One of probably a million.Ā Thereās a lot of them, haha.Ā Hope you enjoy ;)
General Headcanons
When he first becomes obsessed with you, there is no way he slowly sidles up to you and earns your interest over time.Ā Heās a patient man, but not that patient.Ā Your first meeting is likely going to be him clambering through your window, syringe raised high - so I hope youāre okay with that (he really couldnāt care less).
Once heās got it into your head that youāre his, youāll get a chance to earn his trust.Ā You might even get to the point where heāll let youāll live a decently normal life; shopping, hanging out with friends, visiting family, etc.Ā Heās happy as long as you keep him updating on what youāre doing and where youāre going (although he definitely already knows).
Donāt you dare try leaving.Ā He will catch you, and you will not be getting another shot at a decent life.Ā He is not a trusting man at heart, and you breaking that trust?Ā Definitely not.
He definitely has cameras and trackers everywhere around you, and heāll definitely be using them.Ā He keeps an eye on you no matter where he is or what heās doing - from working to stalking a potential victim.Ā Ā
Most likely has trackers on your phone - maybe even one on (or in) you.
He tries not to be overbearing (at least not obviously so), but will shoot you a text or two throughout the day, just to check in.Ā StalkingĀ watching you isnāt the same as interaction, after all.
He can get very possessive.Ā He doesnāt mind anything unless they decide to touch you - it could be a friend or a stranger, anyone of any gender, even any type of touch - and he tenses up so much itās unbelievable.Ā Probably better to refrain from physical contact with others when heās nearby.
Tanner doesnāt have a great sense of smell, persay, but heās got your scent down pat.Ā If anything is out of the ordinary, he will notice.Ā New shampoo?Ā Yeah, he smells that.Ā Best friend that hugged you and patted your head earlier?Ā Yeah, he smells that too, and heās got some choice words and a disapproving stare all ready for you.
Heāll watch you sleep, Edward Cullen style.Ā Youāll wake up in the middle of the night with the back of your neck tingling, and look over to see him sitting up in bed, just watching you.Ā Sometimes itās innocent.Ā Sometimes heās imagining your corpse.
He insists on sleeping closest to the door.Ā He will not have it any other way.Ā This is one of the things you do not - repeat, do notĀ - test him on.Ā Heād rather shove a sleeping pill down your throat and force you to lay on your side of the bed than sleep away from the door.
For some reason, he knows all of your clothing sizesā¦from shirt to shoe.Ā Who knows why.
He gets underestimated a lot; heās a lot stronger and faster than you would guess from first glance.Ā Ā
Heās very smart and very clever.Ā Also very observant and a quick learner, and his memory is one of the best youāve ever seen.
Heās a great listener.Ā Really, 10/10.Ā And not one of thoseĀ āgreatā listeners that arenāt really listening and just let you bounce words off them.Ā He likely wonāt offer any advice unless you specifically request - he knows how annoying it can be to have people intervene - but rest assured, heās definitely listening.
As long as you respect him as the alpha of your relationship, heās pretty relaxed with you.
He loves giving you massages - neck massages, scalp massages, back massagesā¦foot massages are his favorite, of course ;p
Tanner just loves showering you in affection, really.Ā His way of saying thanks for putting up with his strange, intense kinks.Ā Ā
Speaking of whichā¦
NSFW Headcanons
Definitely steals your panties, maybe even a couple of shirts.Ā He might give them back if you ask nicely, but only if you ask really nicelyā¦
Rape play?Ā Yeah.Ā Knife play?Ā Also yeah.Ā Definitely set a safe word with this guy.Ā He wonāt mind, though - heād rather you trust him anyway.
Heāll definitely patch you up afterwards - this man has the Aftercare skill at 100.Ā It makes the really rough nights even sweeter afterwards.
Definitely has somnophiliac tendencies.Ā Some nights youāll wake up and heās staring, and some nights youāll wake up because heās doingā¦otherā¦things.
(hereās all the new stuff, so you can easily find it)
āµ THE ONE WHERE SHE HATES HIM āµ
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Notes: Iām very happy to be back at writing and you have no idea of how much stuff
āµ OLD MASTER-LIST āµ
ā¶ JUST THE TWO ā¶
THE ONE WHERE THEYāRE BEAUTIFUL Rocket had developed a habit to point out things that remind him of you.
THE ONE WHERE THEY EAT CEREAL Rocket felt lonely and woke you up to have a midnight snack.
THE ONE WHERE SHE HELPS Definitely not a qualified nurse, but love can heal, too.
THE ONES THAT ARE SILENT 1 & 2 Sometimes words arenāt necessary.
THE ONE WHERE SHE DANCES Got some units to spare?
THE ONE WHERE SHE KEEPS A DIARY
Thereās an unexpected package at your door.
THE ONE WHERE SHE GETS OLDER Honestly, I just hate my birthday.
THE ONE WHERE SHE FALLS IN LOVE Sometimes you can just pinpoint the right moment.
THE ONE WHERE HEāS BABY I mean, that was literally the only option.
THE ONLY ONE WHERE HEāS TALL Please, I donāt know exactly what this is but I was force fed Tall Girl and thought this was a good ideaā¦ Also, kinda naughty.
THE ONE WHERE THEY CUDDLE Sometimes all you need is the right person to bring out the best in you.
THE ONE WHERE THEY GET ENGAGED Honestly, the plan wasnāt bad, but you had to have sausage fingers, didnāt you?
THE ONE WHERE THEY RUN AWAY Based off of a weird dream I had, gotta love a Runaway Bride momentā¦
THE ONE WHERE HE COMES BACK Slightly angst, I guess. But always with a sweet ending.
THE ONE WHERE THEY SHARE A BED Obviously a mandatory fic, and also a self explanatory one.
THE ONE WHERE HE TELLS HER Alcohol makes you say things you donāt wanna say, and do things you donāt wanna do. Like betting with Ravagers!
THE ONE WHERE HE LOSES
Gotta keep your eyes on the prize.
THE ONE WHERE HEāS COLD I know that global warming is fucked up, but how cold can it be during summer?
THE ONE WHERE THEY MEET Needed to write something that took place during those five years. Those were lonely times, we could all use a drinking buddyā¦
THE ONE AT THE MARRIAGE Admit it, weāre all suckers for the āIām going to my best friendās wedding to watch him marry somebody else while being hopelessly in love with himā trope. And come on, who doesnāt love a wedding?
THE ONE WHERE HE KNOCKS Post GOTG3. had many complaints about crying. But happy tears only!
THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER
Julia Roberts would be so jealousā¦
THE ONE AFTER THE NIGHTMARE
After youāve died, any moment is good.
THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE
What song are you?
ā¶ WITH THE GUARDIANS ā¶
THE ONE WHERE HE BETS Peter bet he could get a secret out of you, and heās very bad at keeping secrets.
THE ONE WHERE THEYāRE USELESS Just a little everyday struggle when your friends arenāt that good with feelings.
THE ONE WHERE THEY COMMUNICATE Maybe next time try to be a little bit more literalā¦
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