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
It’s 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 you’re 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 madman’s 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. „Come on, guys! We’re not in school anymore! Who even plays 7 minutes in heaven.“ You were protesting. „Yeah, but this will be fun!“ 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. Tanner’s jaw went tight, his throat bubbling with jealousy, fingers now shaking with rage. „Okay, fine! Just let me go take a piss.“ 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. „SHE’S MINE!“ His mind is screaming. He reaches into his pocket, taking out a syringe with lethal poison. He’s 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 didn’t 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 can’t 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, he’s already clasping a hand over your mouth, his face uncomfortably close to yours. „Shh shh, little one, we don’t want company, now do we?“ 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 he’s 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. „Now now, sweetheart, stop this struggle before I’ll have to use force.“ His smile never fades, quite the opposite, it widens. You stare at him with fear, your eyes watering. „There, sweetheart...“ he caresses the side of your face, his other hand squeezing at your breast. „i think it’s my turn to play 7 minutes in heaven with you.“
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Music Monday + "What Are You Doing Here?" Quiz
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Here's three songs for my other Far Cry The Silver Chronicles stories, known as the following; Call To Arms duology starring Nadi Sinclair, Ain't It A Joy? staring Alexander Khaos and finally No One's Safe At Home starring Gavin Turquoise. The Quiz will be for an OC who appears in A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore (a Fallout fanfic series). The quiz can be found here.
The Call To Arms fanfic duology of the Call Of Duty Modern Warfare games (at least only one and two, both taking elements from the original and reboot) starring Nadi Sinclair, a sharpshooter and recon for Task Force 141, fighting off terrorists like Makarov alongside her brothers (and sisters) from other misses and misters. This will only be a few years before she eventually leaves and joins the Project at Eden's Gate in Montana, Hope County.
"Come on
Come on, people
Stand tall for the beast of America
Lay down like a naked dead body
Keep it real for the people workin' overtime
They can't stay livin' off the government's dime
Stand tall for the people of America
Stand tall for the man next door
We are free in the land of America
We ain't goin' down like this, come on, now
Come on, people
Come on, people
Come on, people
Ha!
Come on, people
Come on, people
Come on, people
Ha!
I will be right to you
I will be right to you
I will be right to you
And together we can stand up to the beast."
Ain't It A Joy? is a modern-ish fanfic adaption of the We Happy Few game, starring Alexander Khaos as the main protagonist, as he finds out the lies behind Wellington Wells, the self-proclaimed happiest city of England which is closed from the rest of the country, is in fact nothing more than a cult stuck in a perpetual state of drugged bliss with the inhabitants believing they're clean of atrocities and stuck in a 1940s/60s mindset while being taken advantage of by a pharmaceutical tycoon, Crawford Klaus, as he replays old videos of a TV personality named "Uncle Jack" and supplies the next batches of "Joy"... and the newest variant called "Glee".
"A brilliant day is dawning
A million smiles are forming
Our shimmering isles are all enthralled
No, there's nothing like conforming
Perish the thought of mourning
Did you ignore the warnings?
All negative thoughts abhorred
"My Lord! Did you take your Joy this morning?"
Ask anybody in Wellington Wells
They'll tell you it's terribly swell
Delirious denizens swell where there's nary a speck between heaven and hell
They say that the empire fell
"Oh, but you never could tell!"
You say you remember it well?
"You'd better forget it or else!"
Why try to better yourself?
Reach for the medical shelf
Just take your medicine, death and the pestilence melt into pleasant locales
Another rebellion quelled
Dust off your suspenders and belts
It's horrendous to dwell, so remember how splendid it felt to surrender yourself
The roses we grow have a terrible smell
It's a Joy!
It's a Joy (it's a Joy)
It's a Joy (it's a Joy)
To be among we happy few
It's a Joy
It's a Joy (it's a Joy)
It's a Joy (it's a Joy)!"
No One's Safe At Home is a fanfic set in the Welcome To The Game universe, where the inner circles of "the Ministry" run their illegal activities behind the dark web as it reigns at the top, with constant murder, kidnappings, trafficking of all kinds and the most vile corruption persist in a world where morals are a joke. Until Gavin Turquoise starts going to great lengths in his intent on wiping their repulsive stain out of society and rigging the Game in his favor. In his crusade, he finds a strange child with... the most abnormal abilities. I can't help but laugh at the irony that this feared vigilante eventually becomes a lawyer in Hope County, being a bane to the Project at Eden's Gate and John Seed's existence.
"As Property Manager, my job is sorting the utilities
Disposal of the garbage and the laundering facilities
Why would I compile a full report on your activities?
I'm just a standard landlord, "Glory to the Ministry"
Lock the doors and close the curtains, hold your breath lest you should speak your sins
But you can't keep a secret from the building that you keep it in
Befriend your fellow tenants, show a smile and keep it pleasant
But know everyone's a friend until you need to turn some people in
It's the breathing on the phone, hiding just beneath the tone
It's the things that shift when no one's home
Well, you may be on your own, but you'll never be alone
Yes, we all live here, but it's no one's home
("They're here!")
To get through the day
It behoves you to play by the rules and behave
Do the state preapprove all the tunes that you play?
When alone in a room, well, to whom do you pray?
Assume that your neighbours are moving away
When the black van comes in the night
And you're numb to the sight
Of another fumbling for somewhere to hide
As their wife just runs for their life
'Fore the ones with the guns can arrives
And they're gone 'fore the Sun can arise
To a government provided bunker for some realignment
It's just fine, you can trust it's a wonderful time
Just go about your business normally
No one's following, I'm not recording
Your paranoia is awfully boring
According to all of your friends that talk to me
Most importantly, please speak clear when you're broadcasting
Your honest thoughts on the law or economy
My provided mics are tiny
And I can't transcribe properly
Should you ever behold
Me with my peepers pressed to a keyhole
You can trust I'm just checking the tumblers for rust
I'm a custodian, not a Ministry mole
Settle in for a night on the couch
No questioning what that red light is about
Now bleeping on your ceiling since the time you were out
It's just a little gaslighting, put aside any doubts
You're fine in your house, so you confide to your spouse any crimes carried out
Any tiny amount of new ideas found just a mite out of bounds
'Cause I'm writing them down in a timestamped account
What's it matter, every night or two?
If I sneak in, have a rifle through?
But depending what I find, well,
You'll be faced with another kind of rifle, too
Privacy is the cry of the defiant to compliancy
But grease my palm and I might not see
Those books they banned from the libraries
What do you mean, that's not yours?
It appeared one night in your cabinet drawers?
I have to report it, I regret
But, of course, I could forget
Societal ideals are reliably pliable
So the rise of a tyrant becomes entirely viable
You will find that the spying is really quite justifiable
Why are you crying when it's your blind eye that's liable?
Handy landlord here to fix your ventilation whistling
Too many questions and it's not the air that needs conditioning
That telephone's not tampered with
Of course it isn't listening
But were it, it prefers the words:
"Glory to the Ministry!"
And last the results from the quiz! From my character:
Ortega "Ore" Brantley (A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, a Fallout fanfic series)
Ore has this "hope" that he carries with him. Despite the Wasteland he walks in, just as his sister Ress does, unlike her and their father, he can't help but focus on the beauty that has thrived even after the destruction. He's no fool, the world he lives in is dangerous, and as powerful as he is being a half-human, half-magical-creature-from-another-dimension, there are beings like his father, Arcane Urias, and his lackeys, like Aggravor, who can and will kill him if given the opportunity. Ress is hopeful... hopeful that with his efforts, the Wasteland can heal. That the people he's bonded with can live long content lives. That his sister can appreciate the lives of who she views as "weak" and see the strength these folks have despite the disadvantage they have against the likes of the Super Mutants, Synths and the Occult Urias founded. To see the responsibility to protect these people that they as the "strong" must carry. He hoped he could have seen the day where him, his sister and their companions could just lay down underneath the blue sky one day and just share with each other without the burden of death and destruction hovering over them in a moment of peace. Though he himself never lives to achieve this vision, he at least was glad to look at his sister and reassure her one last time before Aggravor's curse cut his long life short.
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HELLO. IM KINDA NEW HERE ON TUMBLR SO LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF :3
My name is Simon/Jade! It doesn’t matter what you call me! My pronouns are He/They/it and I’m non binary! 😸 I REALLY LOVE THE SHIP HEIMES :3 🫶
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