He's a friendly giant. He talks a lot of shit, says a lot of things, but he never means them unless he means them. But with him, it's always kinda hard to tell. He's cold and sweet, one of the types you have to be close to to understand when he's joking or when he's about to knock your lights out. He likes to help with the little things, and he's helped me more times that I care to admit. On the days I feel so useless he's there to pick me up and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. We argue a lot. Over the little things but we don't actually yell it's more stubborn bickering like, two children fighting over who won the race out to the playground but it turns out it was a tie. We make it a point to always keep each other in check. I cool him down when he's boiling, and he pulls me up when I'm drowning, you know symbiosis.
Tyler loves coffee though I can't stand it myself, at least not the way he drinks it. Pitch black and no creamer or sugar. Every morning it's the same thing. I wake up a few minutes before he does, put on one of his shirts cause they're fucking gigantic on me, blast some Eminem or Linkin park and dance to the music while I cook and in return, he wears those damn muscle shirts, it's a blessing and a curse I say. He always leaves me a note on the bathroom mirror just a small sketch of something random ranging from 'I love you' in bubble letters to a fox and a tiger curled around one another by the fire. He has an addictive personality, once he finds something he likes it's hard for him to stop and I guess it kinda has to do with his ADD.
He get's lost in thought often, I'll be talking about something random and I'll look over and he's either staring at me intently and I know he's listening to every word, or he's staring off into space and I know he's lost in his head thinking about something as random as me like how many somethings does it take to do this or that. He's a total slob he never cleans up after himself and that doesn't help with my OCD but it gives me something to do when I have nothing so I can't really be mad at him if he's keeping me occupied even if he doesn't realize it. He has a scar all the way across his chest from when he was in the army, he never told me how he got it but I don't need to know, it's actually kinda hot.
Tyler loves animals, specifically tigers. He has more stuffed tigers than I care to count and they are all over the house. In the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, etc, on most nights I'm either squished between one of the biggest stuffed Tigers I've ever seen in my life and the love of my life, or I'm hanging off the edge of the bed because the thing is so fucking big. he loves them and I faintly remember him telling me he named them. He's my big goofy sexy tiger-loving giant and he's mine and I wouldn't change that fact for anything in the world.
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I promise the song choices will get better as I get better at this, but for know just bear with my horrid music choice wich consists of; Trap, Dubstep, Soul, Evanescence remixes, MrSuicideSheep and Soundtrack. XD Also prepare for a super long ass smut in a few minutes.
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H2OVanoss & Bitches
FanfictionWelcome one and all to a place where the smuts are kinky, the angst is intense, and the tags are mostly misleading! It's a book all about H2OVanoss and their little bitches!
