#bullet train x you

[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: Tangerine x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, car sex, unprotected sex, horny and nasty<3

A/n: been meaning to write for this amazing man for like, half a year, but made this in 20 minutes in a rush of hornieness. Enjoy, my children😌

That was one of your usual shopping outings. Same old scenario - you went to the downtown of London with just one intention - spend exorbitant amount of money on superfluous togs. That’s how it always was. But not today - Tangerine looked exceedingly great today, or, maybe, you were way too horny - either way you couldn’t hold your hands off your man, pawing at his crotch in the middle of the ride so that he had to pull off the road to the first parking lot available, so you could finally get what you wanted. And so you did - bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it - diligently working your hips in wide circles, surely making the car shake.

You were perched on his lap, facing the steering wheel, Tangerine’s big hands roamed all over your sensitive body, playing with your soft tits and giving your ass occasional slap. You panted and moaned wantonly, thanking all gods and heavens for tinted windows this car had while desperately grinding your hips down onto Tangerine’s, feeling his thick cock rubbing against all delicious spots of your pussy.

- Easy, love, - Tangerine drawled behind you, amused with your sudden eagerness. One strong arm came to circle around your front, pressing your back flush against his hot chest. The sudden thrust of his hips up into yours made you choke on your own moan, legs growing weaker at the intensity of pleasure.

You leaned all of your weight against Tangerine’s body, lifting your hips a slightest bit up to allow him some space to thrust up into your drenched cunt. His nimble fingers pinched and twisted your nipples painfully, only bringing you closer to your orgasm.

- Rub that fuckin pussy for me, yeah? Rub it for me, you dirty girl, - Tangerine rasped into your ear, his touch felt scorchingly hot, mustache tickling your skin, causing numerous goosebumps to erupt. You obliged to his command, fingers coming to skillfully rub your swollen clit in circles, causing your pussy to clench harder around man’s throbbing shaft.

Tangerine let out a deep groan at the addictive feeling, his hips snapped into yours harder and faster, filling the small space of his car with lustful sounds of his balls smacking against your ass mixed with both of your desperate moans. You felt a small knot in the pit of your stomach growing tighter, your fingers rubbed little bead of nerves with more vigor as your free hand came behind to tangle in a perfectly styled curls on the back of your lover’s head.

- Holy shit, ‘m gonna cum, fill that little pussy so deep with my fuckin cum. You’d love that, huh? Walk around while it drips down your thighs, hm? Would you?

- Yesyesyes, Tan, please I need it so bad. Gimme your cum, want it inside, - you pleaded, eyes rolling back at the thought of actually walking around London with his cum leaking down your legs, so that everyone can see what you two were doing just half an hour ago.

Your nape snugly fell into the crook between Tangerine’s neck and shoulder, relaxing your body and letting him pound into you from beneath.

- Fuck this little cunt was made for me, ‘m so close, - Tangerine mumbled into your ear as he pumped his dick into you, coming closer and closer to his own release. You only nodded absentmindedly, already feeling euphoria slowly engulfing your body.

And with the final swipe of your fingers over swollen clit the dam broke - bright stars littered your vision, body convulsing in orgasmic spasms as intense pleasure flooded all over your belly. The quivering of your velvety walls around Tangerine’s needy cock pushed him right over the edge - he moaned and groaned like a wild animal while emptying heavy loads of cum into your warmth, filling you up with his seed to the brim.

A few moments passed in silence as you laid on top of your man, both of you panting heavily, heads buzzing with pleasant white noise. Tangerine tabbed on your belly softly, leaving a small kiss on the slope of your bare shoulder.

- Hop off, pretty girl. We got a lot to do today.

With that you slipped off his cock, putting on your cute panties as fast as possible, so that none of his cum dribbles out of your greedy pussy. 🤍

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

cock warming w tangerines ?😩😩

I love u for this anon.

SMUT 18+, minors dni, cock warming, tans impatient

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•it was your idea, you both were sitting down, you were laying down on his shoulder while he spoke on the phone

•an idea popped into your head randomly, out of nowhere. It was filthy, and it was perfect.

•So you waited until he was off the phone, and the show in the background was back on

•You looked at him and he looked back at you in confusion

“What?”

“I was thinking….”

•When you tell him, he stayed silent for a little, shifting around.

•That’s when you noticed the tent in his pants. Was he seriously hard from just the idea?

“Tan!”

“Can’t help it when you say things like that.” He groaned

•So you decided to put him out of his misery, making your fantasy come true

•you start to straddle his lap, his eyes on you as you pulled off his jeans and undid his shirt while he held your waist in place

•You took off your pants and slid his boxers down, his angry red tip already having pre cum come out

•You smiled as you lifted yourself up, he helped you

•after so many years you didn’t need him to “loosen you up” even though he usually did from time to time anyways, but he needed you now.

•His hands helped lift you up, and you slowly aligned his cock with your entrance

•slowly, you fell down onto it with a moan, he groaned, his hands were still on your hips

•“Fuck.” He mumbled out, his fingernails digging into your skin

•he struggled to restrain himself as you made yourself comfortable, moving ever so slightly against him

•You stared at him and he stared at you back, his eyes were dark, irises full of lust

•He was impatient, however, and the struggle got worse and worse every second. Especially when you leaned over to kiss him.

•you both didn’t stay for very long before he grabbed your hips, his strong arms making you bounce up and down

“Tan!”

“Sorry. Can’t help myself.” He mumbled out.

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[star-writes-sometimes]

blue christmas

dad!tangerine x mum!reader

words: 1.8k

cw: angst to fluff, tangerine is a huge softie

a/n: readers nickname is cherry and they call their daughter peach idk if its a nickname or her real name you decide 

---—---

you were going to kill him.

tangerine had said that he would be gone for two days and that he would be completely safe. one last job before the holidays. 

the job ended up being more difficult than anticipated so now here he was on his way back two days later than he originally said, covered with cuts and bruises. lemon was in the passenger seat of the car with his left hand bandaged up.

“she’s going to kill you.”

“believe me i am well aware.” tangerine gripped the steering wheel tighter making his knuckles turn white. 

it was close to midnight when they finally pulled up at the house. some lights were still on inside, so he knew you were still awake. lemon reached back with his good arm to grab his bag. 

tangerine got out first and walked up to the door with lemon following slightly behind him. he unlocked the door and carefully entered taking off his coat, hanging it on the rack and slipping off his shoes. lemon copied his actions to the best of his ability with one arm and dropped his bag on the floor.

the pair entered the living room and the sight that greets them makes tangerine’s guilt double. you were sitting on the couch with your daughter asleep on your lap, her face illuminated by the television playing the end of nightmare before christmas. she was bundled inside a throw blanket decorated with citrus fruits that lemon got her for her birthday.

when he entered the room you simply glanced in his direction not even bothering to look at him properly before you turned your attention back to the movie ignoring him completely. 

“hi, love.” he tried, looking between his sleeping daughter holding onto your christmas sweater and you running your fingers through her hair. lemon stood beside him shifting around anxiously.

you continued to ignore them instead focusing on the girl snoring lightly on your lap. lemon and tangerine glanced at each. lemon made a motion for tangerine to walk over so he carefully walked towards you until he got in front of you.

he glanced back at lemon who just shrugged. tangerine knelt down and smiled at his daughter before trying to meet your eye. you refused to look at him keeping your gaze firmly on your daughter.

“i’m sorry.” tangerine said softly in that voice he only used with you. you stopped ranking your fingers through your daughter’s hair, “i’m so so sorry darling.”

you finally looked up at him and immediately started frowning at the cuts on his cheek and hairline. “what happened?” you asked.

he smiled, “job went to shit.” he looked down at the sleeping girl, “i missed you both.” 

“she missed you.” you stroked the curve of her nose, “but don’t wake her, she hasn’t been sleeping well.” you grabbed a pillow from the middle of the couch and slowly slid her off your lap and onto the pillow instead. you stood up and brushed past him heading straight for the kitchen where you kept the first aid equipment for when the boys came home injured.

“hey cherry.” lemon said quietly giving a small wave with his injured hand. 

you didn’t respond and instead started pulling out the equipment, “who’s got what injuries?”

“i uh fractured my thumb.” lemon said sheepishly. you motioned for him to sit on one of the kitchen barstools at your kitchen island. you inspected the shoddy bandaging job someone (probably tangerine) did and started unwrapping it to see his thumb properly.

“yeah it’s definitely fractured.” you grabbed some of the heavier duty bandages and started wrapping his thumb properly, “any other injuries i should know about?”

“no.” lemon watched you finish look after his thumb, “thank you.”

“of course.” you’d always take care of them no matter how much they pissed you off. you looked up at lemon and saw how exhausted he looked, “go get some sleep.”

he nods slightly, “yeah goodnight cherry.”

“‘night lemon.” you throw away the old used bandages. you could feel tangerine behind you watching without having to turn around, “what about you?”

“i’m sorry.” 

“yeah, you said that. sit.” you said firmly. he listened and sat in the same seat lemon did. “what about you?” you hand came up to the cut on his cheek and traced over it lightly.

“just the cuts and some bruised ribs.” he knew better than to lie as much as he didn’t want to worry you, “i’m fine sweetheart.”

you pulled out some alcohol wipes and small band aids and started cleaning the cuts on his face. “you said you’d be gone two days.”

“i know-”

“you said you’d be safe.”

“i know love-”

“what was i meant to say to peach?”

he flinched slightly and you couldn’t tell if it was your words or the alcohol wipes you were rubbing over the cut on his hairline. he glanced over to peach, still asleep on the couch. “i’m so sorry.”

you went back to ignoring him and instead started to unbutton his vest and shirt to get a look at his ribs. once his shirt was open you saw the red and purple bruises on his left side and winced slightly at the sight. you moved to the freezer to grab an ice pack. you wrapped it in a tea towel and gave it to him wordlessly to hold on to his ribs while you moved to grab him a glass of water and painkillers.

once he had taken the medication and was firmly holding the ice pack to his ribs you finally looked him in the eyes. “you promised.”

“i know i know i’m so sorry love.” he apologised so sincerely you almost forgave him, but you weren’t giving up that easily.

“i was worried. so was peach, she didn’t sleep at all last night and neither could i.” you started tearing up, the stress of the last few days had finally caught up, “you could’ve been dead for all i knew-” tangerine cut you off by standing up and pulling you into a hug.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, being careful around his ribs. he held you tightly and you two just stood together. “i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too.” you leaned back slightly and reached up to hold his face, “no more jobs for a month.”

“three months,” he whispered back and leaned down to kiss you.

the kiss started off soft but slowly turned deep and passionate. he kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in year - it felt like he hadn’t. his hands slipped down from your waist to your hips pulling you impossibly closer to him and deepening the kiss.

you pulled away much too soon in tangerines opinion. 

“are you okay? no other injuries?” worry filled your eyes as you scanned him from head to toe.

“stop doing that, i’m fine, i’m back with you.” he smiled.

you leant up to peck his lips again before moving to pack away the first aid equipment. he watched you closely seemingly making up for not seeing you for half week. as soon as everything was packed away you reached up to his neck and pulled him into another kiss.

“can we go to bed? please?” 

he didn’t respond, he just picked you up, holding you onto his good side and started walking towards your shared bedroom, ignoring your small protests. once he reached the foot of your bed, he put you down gently onto the bed and started taking off his pants before joining you.

he laid down next to you and pulled you close, he held you tightly and ran his arm up and down your side while he placed small kisses on your forehead, “i’m sorry.”

“if you apologise one more time i’ll bruise the rest of your ribs.” you looked up at him with a playful glare.

“okay love, i’ll stop.” he grinned into your hair, knowing you had forgiven him at least for now.

— 

tangerine woke up first and gazed down at your sleeping figure. he shifted so one of his arms was free to brush stray hairs out of your face. he moved his hand to stroke your cheek and smiled at your soft snores.

his focus was interrupted by small footsteps entering the room. 

“dad?” peach asked, she had the blanket she slept with wrapped around her shoulders.

“hi baby.” he sits up slightly and smiles at his daughter.

at the conformation that he was really there and she wasn’t imagining it she dropped her blanket and ran to climb up the bed and launch herself into his arms. “you’re back.”

“yeah, sweetheart i’m here.” he sat up completely and pulled her into his lap and hugged her close. she held onto him by his neck and squeezed tightly. they sat like that for a few moments before peach mumbled something into his neck that he couldn’t make out. “what’s that dear?”

“are you leaving again?” she asked quietly and just like that all the guilt he felt last night came rushing back.

“no, peach i’m not leaving. i promise.” he kissed her cheek and adjusted her in his lap, so her side was against his chest and she was facing you. “i missed you and mum so much.”

“we missed you too.” peach lent into his chest.

you had started to wake up and caught the end of their conversation and were grinning up at your family. “good morning.”

they both turned to look at you. “good morning mum.” peach chirped happily.

you sat up and tangerine threw his free arm over your shoulder and pulled you close, “good morning darling.” he gave you a quick kiss knowing how grossed out peach got at your affection, “can i apologise one more time without the risk of dv?”

you roll your eyes, “fine. last one though.”

he kissed your temple, “i am so sorry, to both of you and i will spend the rest of holidays making it up to you.” he kissed peach on the cheek, “what do you want to do today?”

“we are making cookies today.” peach said firmly.

“really?” tangerine raised an eyebrow.

“yeah, it’s christmas eve we have to make cookies for santa.”

“can i make you both breakfast first?”

she dramatically tapped her chin in thought, “hmmm okay but you have to make chocolate chip pancakes.”

“of course anything for my princess.” he kissed her hand, “and of course my queen.” he turned and kissed your hand too then stood up taking peach with him and started carrying her out of the room, “okay pancakes anything else?”

“fruit.” peach replied.

tangerine snorted at that, “fruit? like peaches, cherries, tangerines and lemons.”

“yeah, the best fruits!” she squealed.

they disappeared down the hallway and out of earshot, presumably still discussing breakfast, leaving you to relax in bed for a few minutes longer.

you could kill him next christmas instead.

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[room13]

Celebration

Tangerine x F!Reader

Warnings: +18 smut, dirty talk, fluff

Tangerine came back home from a job the previous night, and the minute he and Lemon got off the airport and into his brother’s car the only place Tan could ever think of going to was your flat, and so he did. Lemon left him at your building’s front door and at that moment Tangerine felt like he could finally breathe again. The first thing he did once he entered your flat in the early hours of the morning was to go straight to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. Even though in his tired state he could simply just lie in bed and call it a night, he knew how much you hated when people laid in bed with street clothes or unshowered, so without thinking twice he entered your bathroom and took the warmest shower his body could handle. The last thing he remembered before sleep took over him was going to your bed - in all of his naked glory - and cuddling you tightly in his arms.

After a stressful 12-hour shift at work, the only thing you wanted the most was to get home and sleep. Fuck your 4th anniversary, fuck celebrations, and fuck everybody! Your new boss was a complete asshole and was getting incredibly difficult to find the motivation to get up every morning and face a job that used to be your biggest dream - which undoubtedly now was nothing but a nightmare.

“Fucking asshole! Can’t tell the difference between a needle and a toothpick, and now he wants to tell me how I’m supposed to do my job? Yeah, right. When you’re able to do your fucking job properly then you come talk to me, you little fucker” You murmured to yourself as you turned around to lock the front door.

The sweet scent of the roses was still absent to you as well as the imposing figure of the British man who now stood behind your frame with a dishcloth tossed over his shoulder.

“I can take care of him for you, poppet. It would only take me a bullet”

The thick accent made you jump in fright, and with your hand pressed against your chest, you slowly turned around to face your handsome boyfriend “Jesus Christ, Tan. Don’t sneak up on me like that! You almost gave me a heart attack”

“I’m sorry, love” He chuckled and pulled you in for a tight hug. Tangerine’s lips engulfed yours in a deep, loving kiss and soon enough you giggled at the feeling of his mustache tickling your upper lip.

“Do you want me to shoot him in the parking lot?” Tan asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Oh my god, no” You laughed before swatting his chest playfully when he asked “A beat down then? I can send him to the ICU so you can go there and turn off the machines” He smiled wickedly when your eyes widened in shock.

“Tan!” You reprimanded as he shrugged “What? It’s a good option!”

“Okay, that’s enough” You held back a faint chuckle as you pecked his lips “I appreciate the thought, even though it’s wicked and murderous. You k-“ You stopped mid-sentence once you caught a glimpse of the scenario behind your boyfriend.

The candlelit room and dozens of roses spread throughout the entire house was not something you’ve ever thought Tangerine would do. He doesn’t consider himself a ‘romantic man’ and made that very clear from the beginning of your relationship, but every time that man did something for you, you never failed to be amazed by how much of a hopeless romantic he is.

“Oh baby, this is beautiful! You did all of this for me? Tan, you’re so sweet” You caressed his cheek and laid a soft kiss on his exposed chest.

“Well, ya know, I was waiting for you to come home then I got a bit bored and did this” He waved his hands around the perfectly decorated living room “It’s nothing, really” Tangerine shrugged “It’s not a celebration or anything like that”

“So you’re telling me you didn’t do this because it’s our anniversary?” You squint your eyes playfully before pulling him closer to you by the waistband of his gray joggers.

“Is that today? Oh, who would’ve thought? I guess it’s just a mad coincidence, innit?” Tangerine shrugged again as his fingers began to massage the sore muscles of your neck.

“So you just bought dozens of roses for no reason?” You moaned softly at the perfect pressure he was applying to your tensed muscles.

“They were on sale” Tan teased with a playful smirk “I love when you moan for me” His growl was low and possessive against your lips and his hands instantly left your neck to take two handfuls of your ass.

“Yeah? Like this?” You moaned again, while Tan’s teeth tugged on your plumped bottom lip. His hands began to roam through your body, taking handfuls of your curves and exploring the body he has missed so much the last couple of weeks “Exactly like that, poppet. Fuck, you make me so hard for you”.

Your hands wandered down Tangerine’s body, feeling his chiseled torso beneath your fingertips. His hands traveled up your sides until they stopped at the back of your head, gripping two handfuls of hair, tugging at the scalp, and making you moan against his full lips.

“Fuck me, Tan. Make me your obedient little whore” Your whisper came out soft and sweet, lowly professing your lust as if it was a dark secret.

Tangerine’s growl earned a small giggle from you, that was easily replaced with a surprised gasp once your back hit the concrete wall behind you.

“Oh poppet, poppet” He tsked his tongue in disapproval “That naughty mouth of yours is going to put you in big trouble, little girl” Tangerine’s hand began to roam through your curves, pushing your uniform pants down your thighs and tapping your leg for you to kick the fabric away from your feet.

Your lips innocently smiled at him but your eyes held that teasing gleam that made Tangerine’s cock stir in his pants. “I was only asking for something simple” You begin, thumbs hooking on the waistband of your black cotton panties and dragging them down your thighs.

“And what are you asking for, love?” Tangerine smirked, eager to hear the dirty words spilling out of your mouth.

The pads of your middle and ring finger settled on your clit, drawing lazy circles on the bundle of nerves. Your free hand pulled Tangerine towards you until he was close enough for you to palm his hard cock through the sweatpants.

“I want this inside me, fucking me hard and deep enough for me to feel you here” You quickly touched your lower belly before closing your fist around Tangerine’s erection through the fabric, the firm pressure of your grip making him groan loudly “Fuck, poppet. That fucking mouth”

“Just think about it, Tan” You teased with a grin, “Think of how good your cock is going to feel slipping into something tight and warm”

Tangerine growls, quickly pushing his sweats down his muscular thighs and gripping his uncut length to rub it against your wet folds.

“I don’t want to think about it, love. I want to feel it” Tangerine pushed you up against the wall, firmly holding you against the concrete and tapping your thighs for you to lock them around his waist. He aimed his tip against your entrance, slowly teasing until he thrust into you with one swift motion.

“Oh fuck, yes. Jesus, you’re so fucking wet” Tangerine grunted against your lips, already settling a long and deep rhythm to his rapid thrusts. He made sure to let you feel his every inch coming in and out of you.

“Such a tight cunt, poppet” He nibbled on your bottom lip, “I love fucking you”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes! I’m fucking addicted to it” Tangerine’s thumb began to circle your clit, instantly making you melt against the wall.

“Look how good that cunt takes me. Takes the whole fucking thing. So warm, wet, and tight for me” He grunted, momentarily speeding the rhythm of his thrusts.

“I have a surprise for you” You giggled before moaning “Put your hand further back” You instructed and so Tangerine did.

His hand left your bundle of nerves to travel back towards your ass. Tangerine’s fingers slipped inside your spread ass cheeks and he growled upon feeling the tangerine shaped cool metal.

“Oh poppet, I’m gonna fucking ruin you tonight”

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[sardonic-the-writer]

—a stakeout

SUMMARY | a late night steakout with tangerine has you questioning how you really feel for him

PAIRING | tangerine x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNING | mentions of guns, hit men, murder, some angst, etc

WORD COUNT | 2k+

AUTHORS NOTES | no spoilers for bullet train! and as much as i love the rivals/enemies to lovers troupe with tange, here's some softer stuff. happy holidays!

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Lemon had done this on purpose.

He had always had the ability to read people well when he wasn't busy talking about that train show of his. You swore he could tell what you were feeling before you did most times—instantly there with a handful of tissues or some reaffirming words before you even knew it. Most times it was real a help.

Most times.

That was all you could think as you stared out a tinted window into the cold night. The leather of the car seat underneath you was warm from hours of constant body heat, your legs surely numb from blood loss by this point.

From next to you sat a tall figure, dressed to the nines per usual. Soft ringlets of messy brown hair fell in his eyes, only ever moving as he let out a big sigh on occasion.

Tangerine rested his head in one hand, the other drumming his fingertips across the steering wheel as he clutched it. Flashes of moonlight would steadily dance over your vision as the luminescence caught sight of the metal rings decorating his fingers.

His rings. Seperate pages in one giant book it often seemed. Each one of them told an individual story throughout his life. The pitch black ring on his pinky? The first time he'd ever gotten into a fist fight on the job, that one had left a mark deep enough in the other guys face to shed buckets of blood. A lucky hit. Tangerine often told that story with pride, boasting that you would still be able to see the scar he left behind to this day.

The chunky gold one situated snugly on his pointer? Lemon had snatched that off a random bloke that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time a few years ago. It had been right when they had first gotten into the business, presenting it to his twin afterward with a clap on the back as a job well done. A sick gift of sorts, but it still managed to make each of them smile when they looked at it.

And that smooth, rose gold band hanging around his chest—dangling loosely on a silver chain? Well that was the reason you were currently sitting in a car in the dead of night.

Lemon was no fool. The moment he had seen you pull out that small gift box for his brother last week, he had recognized that love sick smile on your face. The way your eyes shone with excitement as you practically bounced on the balls of your feet when he went to open it. Lemon should be able to recognize it after all. It was the same look Tangerine got anytime you entered the room.

It was antagonizing for him really. Watching the both of you harbor crushes for each other in your own ways. (Tangerine; constantly checking for texts from you when he was away, using more than enough loving nicknames for you just to see your ears grow red. You; buying anything and everything that reminded you of him, doodling little drawings of the man on the corner of your loose leaf nktebooks at briefings before quickly erasing them.)

Finally he had had enough, pulling you off to the side last night. He had been a bit too rough about it for his liking, but it didn't matter now.

"Here's the plan." He didn't even stop to acknowledge your confused expression, questions surely bubbling on the tip of your tongue. "I'm sick. Very sick. You're not. Tha' stake out tomorrow night? You're goin' on it mate."

"The fuck Lemon?"

"Mate, just trust me. I know you fancy m' brother. Just take th' opportunity."

He had taken your stunned silence as a yes, giving you his best smile before moving on like nothing had happened.

So far, that was the only thing you had been able to focus on the entire time you'd been sitting idle on this hill. Not your target or his friends' late night activity you were supposed to be monitoring. Just re-running things over and over in your mind until you were dizzy with the effort.

All the times you had tried to be subtle with the longing looks and sporadic gifts. All the nights you had lay wide awake staring at the ceiling. Wondering if it would even be possible for someone like him to love you back. How did Lemon know? Were you really that obvious? Did anyone else know?

More importantly, did Tangerine know?

"Alright. S' going on in that lil head of yours (Y/n). Been quiet all night. Not like you."

Tangerine was now facing you. Arm draped around the back of your seat as if preparing to back out of a parking space. Heat from his hand radiated mere inches from your neck, but you pushed your shiver down with a forceful swallow.

"The mission." You shrugged, not moving your gaze from its spot on the window. Hoping that your response would be the end of this conversation.

"Yeah right." Tangerine just snorted. "You've never cared for these kinds of jobs love."

You forced the butterfly in your stomach to be killed off one by one. Refusing to be affected by the nickname.

"Guess I do now." Your shoulders moved with the effort of another shrug.

Tangerines mouths dipped down into a slight frown. He had been looking forward to a night alone with you. Maybe even going to get some food afterwards, even if just under the guise of two friends having a meal together. He would take it. He would take anything involving you at that point if he was being truthful.

Calloused fingers gently cradled your chin, softly gripping it as Tangerine turned your head to face him. You finally got a proper look at him, seeing the way his baby blue eyes rippled with concern as they traced unseeable patterns on your face. You were so focused on his intense stare that you forgot to remind yourself not to lean into his hand.

"You alright love?"

It would be so easy to kiss him. Just a little stretch of your neck and—

"I'm fine." His hand fell away from your face as you jerked yourself away. You almost immediately regretted it, wanting nothing more to feel him against you for a moment more.

"(Y/n)—"

"I'm just peachy Tan." You snapped, suddenly feeling angry. "Can we get back to our jobs now? You know. The thing we came here to do?"

Tangerine felt his own face flare up with anger. A rare feeling when it came directed at you.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He frowned with a bit more bite to his tone than he intented. The sound of it made a flicker of regret cross your face before it was replaced with a scowl. "Seriously, who fucken pissed in your oatmeal this mornin?"

"Oh like you don't fucking know." Your own teeth grit against each other as you glared at him. The both of you now locked in a heated staring match. It wouldn't be a suprise if the windows started to fog up. The car certainly seemed like it was a lot hotter than it had been a few minutes ago.

"What, so I can fucken read your mind now?" He ran a hand through his hair in a jerky movement. The way your heart fluttered at his disheviled state drove another molten spike of rage into your heart, frustrated with yourself for finding him attractive even in the middle of an argument.

"Sometimes I really hate you Tan." You hissed. How it had gotten to this point you had no idea. But each word was like a nail to the heart for you.

"Yeah? Well, you're not exactly a joy ta be around all the time either, sunshine."

"And that's another thing!" You were full on yelling now, probably looking like a crazy person to any passing cars as you threw your hands in the air. "Stop fucking calling me those names! I bet you think you can just charm your way into anyone's pants with that huh?"

"When the fuck did I ever say anything like that!? And I thought you liked the nicknames for fucks sake!"

"I do!" You hissed with clenched fists. "The problem is I like them too fucking much! I like you too fucking much Tan! And it's killing me knowing I can't do a single goddamn thing about it!"

It was only after it was already out there did you realize what you had really said.

"Fuck. Listen—"

You didn't get any farther than that before Tangerine slammed his lips into your own. A sound of muffled suprise made it past your lips before it was quickly swallowed by him, along with the rest of your breath. The faint feeling of something prickly ticking your upper lip sang in your head as you realized it was his mustache, resulting in a silent sort of laughter. Teeth clicked against each other harshly before you reached up to rest a hand on his jaw and the other in his hair, steadying his pace to a softer, more tender one.

He only broke away in time for you to notice how fuzzy your head was becoming at the lack of oxygen. Gasping for breath, you brushed a hand over your lips. As if checking to make sure that had really just happened. Or maybe to keep the moment bottled up forever, solidifying it with the graze of your fingers.

Both of you took a moment, panting for breath as a way to fill the silence.

"Did you just—?"

"Yeah."

"Did we just—?"

"Sure did."

"And that means you're—?"

"If you ask anymore questions I might have to kiss you again (Y/n)."

The smile in his voice shone through. You allowed yourself one as well, eyes watering.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for." The englishman sighed, resting his elbows on his thighs as he watched you stare star struck at him. "Please tell me I didn't seriously misread the situation there." He added on as an afterthought with a chuckle, already knowing the answer as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I'm sorry Tangerine." The sudden apology left you with a breathy quality. Tears were threatening to fall at a rapid pace now, one or two escaping. You couldn't tell if they were from remorse or joy. "I didn't mean that. Any of it."

"What about th' part where you confessed your undying love for me?"

He laughed as you went to hit him in the chest playfully, noting how the tears in the corner of your eyes began to disappear.

"You know what I meant. And I did no such thing." Your efforts to conceal a smile were fruitless for once. "You just got lucky this time."

"This time?" He reached a hand out to brush the pad of his thumb across your cheek with a sudden fondness. "Nah. Been plenty lucky for a while now, love."

"Sap." You mummbled, closing your eyes with a sigh as he continued to leave soft strokes against your skin.

"Just for you darling."

You really would have to thank Lemon when you got back home.

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Sensitive Intel

Tangerine x Reader

A/N- This was going to be short… Anyways! I have a couple asks waiting and I will def get to them I just got struck w an idea and wanted to write it quick :)

Warnings- Smut, language, canon divergence

Summary- Tangerine’s charm wildly derails you from your mission to steal his and his brother’s case. Or, rather, he rails you.

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The knife he holds presses slightly deeper into your throat.

“Come on darling, tell me where you stashed the case.”

His front presses to yours as his knee slides between your legs. You shudder.

You’ve been on the train for hours, assigned to steal a briefcase from the twins and exit the train. Of course, whenever your assignments involve the twins, things tend to go off the rails.

Ever since Lemon and Tangerine realized the case was gone, they’ve been following you from car to car, trying to stop you from leaving with it.

So here you are hours later, finally caught by Tangerine. His body cages you against the bathroom wall as he holds a knife to your throat.

You’ve had run ins with the twins in the past. You’d be a fool if you denied being attracted to Tangerine. Tangerine would never tell Lemon, but the more missions you encounter each other on, the more he wants you.

You look up into his eyes, his face is angry, but his eyes are different. You don’t dwell on it, your stop is coming up and if you can keep Tangerine from slitting your throat, you can get off of this train.

You spit in his face, hoping to catch him off-guard. He recoils, flinching backwards a bit, taking the knife with him. You try to duck under him, but he grabs you around your waist and pulls you to him, you back flush with his front.

“Now that was a right fucking mistake, love.” His mouth is right behind your ear, making you shiver as he threatens you. You feel something hard pressing into your back.

“Come on now love, tell me where the case is and I’ll give you what you want.” His hands unwrap from around your waist, sliding down your sides and settling on the curve of your hips. He kisses the side of your neck. The bathroom walls feel like they’re closing in. It’s like the room is shrinking and you and Tangerine are the only things occupying the space.

“Fuck me and I’ll tell you after.” You manage to fire back.

“No no no, you know that’s not how this works.” he gently bites at your ear. He’s evil, you think. Why else would he enjoy doing this to you?

“Behind the bar. In the third cabinet over.” You sigh.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it princess?” He pulls away. He turns you so that you’re now against the wall again, and begins to unbutton your shirt, revealing your bra. He kisses down your front as you undo the button on his pants. He gently pushes you down to your knees, encouraging you to take his cock out of his pants.

As you begin to go down on him, he throws his head back, hand covering his mouth to keep from moaning. He places his hand on the back of your head as you continue, bunching your hair into a makeshift ponytail, further encouraging you to keep going.

“All right, let me fuck ya before I finish down your fucking throat.” He sighs as he guides you back up from the floor, hand still tangled in your hair. He kisses you roughly as he pushes your bottoms down, only breaking the kiss to slip them off your ankles. Jerking himself a couple of times, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly works himself in. He looks at you for confirmation that you’re ready for him to move, and then begins to rock into you. You moan and he slaps his hand over your mouth.

“Be fuckin’ quiet love. Could be people right outside, yeah? Want them to hear me fucking you? S’that it?” It’s all you can do to stare at him with wild eyes from behind his hand. You feel your orgasm beginning to grow in your stomach as he continues to fuck into you. As his thrusts become faster and rougher, you can tell he is going to cum. His hand drops from your mouth, and gravitates to the back of your head.

“Go on and cum for me. I can feel it.” As you reach your peak, he guides your head to his, kissing you passionately. As your orgasm subsides, you feel him pull out and stroke himself onto your thighs. He leans forward, resting his head on your shoulder as he catches his breath.

Looking up, he wets a paper towel from the dispenser within arm’s reach. He gently wipes your thighs off, then with one more kiss, he reaches for the door handle.

“Thanks for your help, love. By the way, you missed your stop.” With a wink he disappears from the door, leaving you reeling from what just happened.

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Scared- Tangerine x reader

A/N This is very heavily inspired by The 30th, By Billie Eilish. Tangerine survives, not proofread

Pairings: Tangerine x fem!reader , Tangerine x Lemon!platonic, Lemon x reader!platonic

Summary:Tangerine got shot on the bullet train.

Warnings:angst, mentions of shooting,blood, crying, slight memory loss, ambulances,hospitals, cussing etc

She was scared. She had every right to be. Tangerine had just got shot in the fucking neck and almost bled out on a stupid bullet train. She was scared that he was never gonna wake up from the induced coma. That the last memories she had of him were either him bleeding to death or in a hospital bed. She didn't know what she would do if Tangerine died. He meant the world to her and if he died a part of her would too.

While she waited for him to wake up, she carefully studied his features. He looked different from before the accident, a large scar on his throat, he was much Skinner, his eyes seemed to have sunken in. All things that she wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't always staring at his gorgeous face. But every now ans then he looked a little more lively. Like he was telling her not to give up hope or reminding her of his former self.

Lemon kept her company while she waited. They spoke about all aspects of life, dreams, desires, and they became even closer to each other than before the accident. Tangerine may have been her boyfriend but Lemon will always hold a special, platonic place in her heart. They once even shared their love for trains and Thomas the Tank Engine. But they weren't sure if they were still fans.

Once tangerine woke up he was different. No longer his loud, charming, hot headed self. But a quieter more anxious version of himself. Like he was waiting for someone to come finfih the job. He made a habit of staring into space and not acknowledging anyone in the room. He was traumatised and it was hard to believe that he didn't remember it. You and Lemon managed to squeeze in the back of the ambulance on the was to the hospital and he woke up on the drive there dazed and in pain but slowly started to put the pieces together.

He doesn't remember calling out to you desperately and in a panic. Wanting to just hold your hand. So you did. You held his hand even when the paramedics told you not to. You told him even covered in blood he looked so pretty.

You rember him telling you that he was scared. Scared he wasn't going to live. That he wasn't going to see Lemon again and worst of all he wouldn't be able to see her. The love of his life. His sun, moon and stars. His soon to be fiance. His girl.

He was traumatised and so were you. You watched him get shot, watched him bleed. Experienced the panic when people wouldn't pull over to let the ambulance through.

You couldn't help but wonder what if it happened on a different day, on a bridge where there wasn't a way to get out? What if he was alone with no one to save him? What if no one knew where he was? What if the bullet went though his thoat just a millimetre to the right? What if things turned out differently? What would happen?

But you were lucky. Things didn't happen differently tangerine was alive and getting better. You were alive. Lemon was alive. Everything would be normal again

Comment if you want Part 2!

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Honestly, you weren’t all that taken aback to see Tangerine standing just outside your house, casually lights the cigarette hanging from his lips; acting as though he wasn’t accumulating a small puddle of blood beneath him that was seeping through your lovely welcome mat. His well tailored clothes were unsalvageable, his skin was tainted with dirt, mucus, injuries of varying sizes and sections of his hair were mattered with his and someone else’s blood. Yet he still looked inexplicably handsome…for a British twat that was.

“Would you kindly mind in getting the fuck off my welcome mat, your getting your blood all over it.” You told him just as you opened the front door to be greeted with the sight of his broad backside. Tangerine looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened when they landed on your frame, “Oh fuck, this was your house? If I had fucking knew that beforehand I would have seen myself elsewhere.” You gave him a tight lipped smile, you and Tangerine didn’t have the best of relationships; you couldn’t pinpoint where it began but it felt like you could never withstand to be within one another’s presence. Needless to say your only common contact was his Thomas the tank engine obsessed brother, Lemon.

“Then why didn’t you?” You questioned, not actually wanting to know how the fuck he had found where you lived if it wasn’t under the pretence of killing you once and for all. His stance seemed to softened as his flicked away his cigarette butt into the open street, breathing out the last traces of smoke from his lungs. “I didn’t have anywhere to go.” Tangerine’s voice was vulnerable as he stared out across the street, unwilling to gauge your reaction for the very same reason you never gauge his when you knew he hit a nerve. You were both so alike in the most minute ways that it was easily missable by both parties involved, resulting in countless misconceptions where as something as simple communication could’ve been the easy clear cut solution.

“I was still high on adrenaline after my mission that when I finally came off the fucker, that’s when my injuries became a problem I couldn’t ignore.” You stayed silent, allowing for Tangerine to continue his story, “I knew I couldn’t go to the hospital and I didn’t want to bother Lemon on his day off that by the time I realised where I was I…found myself looking for you instead.” He finished, looking you at you briefly before looking away once more, still bleeding by the way. To your knowledge Tangerine wasn’t a man of vulnerability but more so one of brutality and profound swearing that would make a sailor blush. So to witness his guard fall before your very eyes was the equivalent to seeing pigs fly, it was against everything you’ve ever known but it was a welcoming shock to your system being able to witness such a sight.

“Say somethin’ then, I feel like a right fucking twat right about now.” Tangerine uttered, his guard coming back up when he realised that he had just allowed himself into being vulnerable within your presence and on your own doorstep too. You blinked back into reality and saw how much paler he had gotten from how he looked at the beginning of all this, all the while coming to the unspoken acknowledgement that you had to act quickly before you were left to drag his unconscious body all by your lonesome. Sighing, you opened the door wider for your unwilling guest, “get in,” you gestured with your head towards the hallway that stared back at you two, “and do it quick before anyone gets the impression that I’m hiding a dead body.” You added as Tangerine smiled at your invitation before wincing when he moved a certain way, causing his wounds to become more aggravated and quickly rushing for the comfort of your home.

All the while you grabbed the now ruined welcome mat and shutting the door behind you though not before giving the streets a quick glance over incase of some unwanted onlookers from perceiving the scene before them however they saw to fit their unreliable narrative. You were well aware of how unliked you were by the elders who lived across the street, you were well aware of how ever since you’ve moved into the neighbourhood they’ve done nothing but try in catching you doing some scandalous act that they could get you convicted for. Every morning they would scowl at you and every evening they could be seen on their front porch, watching your house like old decrepit hawks, hungry for an ounce of flesh to be thrown their way. ‘Desperate cunts’ you’d called them. Though recently they had to be relocated to a care home due to their inability to look after themselves as health complications began to arise.

You soon found Tangerine cooped up within your bathroom, stripped completely of his shirt as he helped himself to the first aid kit you had tucked away in your mirrored cabinet he was now staring himself in as he patched up some of the more significant wounds. You normally wouldn’t be caught dead staring at the one person you seemingly hated as equally as your elderly neighbours. Yet you found yourself immobile at the doorway, admiring the scars from previous jobs he had taken on and the way his muscles would react, tensing and almost flinching away from his own touch as he disinfected a particularly nasty wound upon his hip.

He must’ve caught your reflection because he only halted his movements to stare at you through the mirror, “you know instead of staring how about you either take a picture or lend a hand in patching me up, yeah.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as to hide the fact that you were caught for your blatant starting, “your a grown man Tangerine, you should be able to take care of your own boo boos by now and besides I wasn’t staring, I was critiquing your sloppy job of patching yourself up.” The male only seemed to laugh at your attempt of a cover up as he went back to patching himself with the unreliable aid of your mirror. “Suit yourself, love.” He replied as he reached for the gauze,“suit yourself.”

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Heyy

Could I please request "The son" from bullet train dating fem!reader who is super affectionate and she just loves him so much

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“The Son” Dating Headcanons

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• You and him are literally opposites to each other, and sometimes people wonder how you ended up together. But, if anything, this makes your relationship even better and more compatible - as literally opposites attract.

• When he’s with you he’s rather subtle and quiet in comparison to how passionate you are, but deep down he feels as strongly about you as you do for him. He just isn’t much of a shower in this sort of thing, but he will make sure you know what his feelings are and will reaffirm you of them in private.

• You probably end up in the line of danger or dangerous situations due to his family and his associations, but he would try his best to keep you out of it. And he may even keep it from you to stop you worrying and to make sure your upbeat and happy mood isn’t ruined as he loves it so much.

• He isn’t the best with verbal communication or being as affectionate as you are to him, so as a way of communicating his love for you he will spoil you whenever he has the chance. He’ll treat you to the gifts he’s had in the back of his mind or days out together, all in the hopes that you can see how much he’s trying for you.

• He wouldn’t lie to you about who he is though, even if he does keep you away from the negative sides of his life. He wants you to know what you’re getting into and how life could be, and he certainly wants things to be honest if you’re giving all of yourself to him.

• He may seem a bit stiff or uncomfortable around the affection and doting you give him in the beginning, but this is because he usually deals with people that are interested in him in different ways (or they have different motives to you). However, after learning that this is your normal behaviour, he’ll fully accept and embrace it.

• He may become more conscious of the things he says and does even when you’re not around because of the effect you have on him as a person. Your affection and kindness towards him acts as a daily reminder of how life could be like for him, and though he is a bit récitant to it he can still see how it could be enjoyable.

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tangerine 🍊💠

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love the whole bullet proof universe!!, saw your post about young tan and maybe you could write something about first meeting/those couple years of pining/getting together. i live for that stuff

omg yes! i went for pining :) i like the idea of writing the first meeting, though! maybe in the future...

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Warnings: explicit language, violence, death, pining, slight angst

professional casualties

“Be safe,” is what you end up saying every time you want to tell him you love him. It’s not a confession, not the “I love you” that you want to scream at him, not the “get home safe” that you could probably get away with. You stopped denying these things a long time ago. You can’t get him out of your mind, the way he smiles at Lemon when he doesn’t think anyone else is watching, and the way his eyes are always cunning, always hunting and grey.

“I always am,” is his response every time, a grin on his face as he gives you a two-fingered salute. You’ll watch him walk away until he’s out of your eyesight, and whatever deep-colored suit he’s wearing will take the clean smell of his cologne with him. The gun in his waistband is hidden from everyone else, but you know it’s there, protecting him.

It never gets easier, saying goodbye. You thought it would be at this point, having worked with him for so long. You’re coming up on two years of working with Lemon and Tangerine on odd jobs here and there, but it’s more recently that you’ve noticed how often they’ve been asking you to join them on their jobs. This is the third one in a month, and you don’t know why it’s getting harder and harder to say goodbye.

It’s the end of a job, and you have to go back to your silent flat where there’s nothing waiting for you except for an empty fridge and cold floors. Lemon wasn’t on this one, so it was just you and Tangerine up against the others. It wasn’t a hard job, nothing Tan couldn’t have done by himself, but it was nice to spend time with him. After the bloodshed of this weekend, you don’t really want to let him walk away. You want to go home with him, to be a source of comfort in his life, not someone he only knows as a killer. That, however, takes a lot of nerve that you don’t have. It’s better to be his work accomplice or his friend than to be nothing at all.

The walk home is longer than you want it to be. With blood staining your clothes and dripping down your wrists. You instinctively scratch at the dried blood that crusts your face as you shove open your front door. It opens with a groan, protesting against your weight. You’re used to it at this point, having lived at this flat for a few months. It’s an absolute shithole, with a leaking sink and water stains on the ceiling, and it doesn’t really have any special meaning to you. It’s not even safe most of the time, hence the various alarm systems that ring in your ears as soon as the front door cracks open.

Slowly, you make your way to the panel where your alarms are set and enter the code. The alarms stop and the relief of silence fills the small room. In a daze, you go through the motions of taking your overcoat off, putting your weapons in their designated places, and changing into more comfortable clothes. You don’t really have the brainpower to shower right now, and you’re used to the feeling of blood drying on your skin: it’s not as uncomfortable as it used to be, at least.

You can’t help but notice the way your hands are shaking, which in itself isn’t that weird following a job, but usually, they’re steadier by now. You chalk it up to the fast pace of the mission, but deep down you know what it really is. There was a moment, brief and fleeting, during the job when things had been going pretty badly. You were on the second floor of the building, holding off one of the guards, while Tangerine was on the floor below, fighting the two others. For a moment, lost your eyesight of him, and all you could hear was the various sounds of fighting. Then, a gunshot.

You’re a professional. Under almost any other circumstances, you know how to stay calm, and how to avoid panicking. But this was different. For a terrifying moment, you didn’t know if Tangerine was okay, which isn’t out of the ordinary. You should be completely used to the idea of his death, and you’re not even with him on all of his jobs. However, the idea of him bleeding out beneath you was completely unbearable. Without thinking, you finished off the guard you were fighting with a knife to the throat and tripped down the stairs, rushing over bodies and weapons to find a figure standing over two bodies.

They turned around and you were met with clear grey eyes and a furrowed brow. “What are you doing, love?” he asked, a grin creeping onto his face. “Were you worried about me?”

You had denied it, of course, but you couldn’t get it out of your head, the vision of him with blood pouring out of an open wound. The possibility that, for a moment, Tangerine was hurt haunted you, and it still does, if you’re being honest with yourself.

You’re pouring water into your tea kettle when your phone rings. Strangely, it’s not your work phone, which is unusual. With a groan, you reach for it, swiping across the screen at the unknown number. “Hello?” you ask, holding the phone up with your shoulder. With your free hands, you start the sink and scrape the blood out from under your nails.

“Did you get home safe?” a familiar voice asks. Tangerine’s never called you after a job before. Sure, he’s brisque and the point, but it’s better than nothing at all.

“I did,” you answer. “Did you?”

“Yeah,” he replies shortly. Then, in a softer tone, he asks, “Is- are you safe?”

“I’m at my flat,” you say instead of answering the question. Because you’re not really safe here, you never really are.

“Yeah, I fucking know that,” Tangerine sighs, “But are you safe? I can’t have you getting caught on my ass.”

“Let me guess,” you grab one of your mugs and pour the tea, “I’m a liability because I’ve seen your face.”

His voice is dry when he responds, but you can hear the trace elements of tiredness seeping through. Somewhere in the background, you hear the low hum of the television and Lemon’s voice. “Yes.”

“So sweet of you,” you respond sarcastically. “I can’t believe I have such a gentleman looking after me.” You take your tea and head to the bedroom, placing it down on your dresser and flopping down onto your bed.

“Hey now,” he chides, “I’m a fucking gentleman. Or, at least, I know how to pretend to be one. Right, love?”

You hum noncommittedly and turn your phone on speaker so that you can put it off to the side. “I would need more evidence.”

“You’ve got plenty,” he protests, “I held the door for you the other day.”

“I was fucking shot in the leg, you didn’t have a choice.” You still have the bandage wrapped around your thigh from where a bullet grazed it. You know how to take a shot and how to fight with an injury.

“Yeah, well I never curse in front of kids,” he attempts to defend. “That’s gentlemanly of me.”

“You cursed in front of children yesterday. A whole fucking rant in front of that poor little boy. I wouldn’t say that that makes you a gentleman.”

“I apologized though.”

“Doesn’t matter if you traumatized him,” you state matter-of-factly. “Still counts,” he says. “I should probably let you go, then. It’s getting late.” You don’t even know what time it is, but based on the moonlight beaming in from the small window, he’s right. You never sleep well on jobs, or when you come back from them, but you might as well try.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Call me if you have another job you need my help with.”

“I will,” he promises. You’re about to hang up when he continues, “Actually, Lemon and I were thinking about adding you to our team permanently. I- we- like having you around.”

“You do?” you ask quietly, turning onto your side and curling under your covers.

“I swear to God, don’t make me fucking say it again,” Tangerine groans. “We want to work with you. Is that so fucking hard to believe?”

“I always knew you were a big softie,” you tease. “I guess I’ll see you soon then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’ll see you soon. Get some rest, okay?”

“I will,” you promise. You hold up the phone and pull the covers over your head, thinking about his voice. It’s a dangerous thing, seeing more of him. It certainly won’t make things easier for you, and you know that he’ll find out about how you feel. There’s only so long you can hide behind phone calls and the thin walls of your flat.

But just the idea of seeing him more makes you want to wake up tomorrow. That’s enough, for now. It has to be.

“I always knew you were a big softie,” you tease. “I guess I’ll see you soon then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’ll see you soon. Get some rest, okay?”

“I will,” you promise. You hold up the phone and pull the covers over your head, thinking about his voice. It’s a dangerous thing, seeing more of him. It certainly won’t make things easier for you, and you know that he’ll find out about how you feel. There’s only so long you can hide behind phone calls and the thin walls of your flat. But just the idea of seeing him more makes you want to wake up tomorrow. That’s enough, for now. It has to be.

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nsfw headcannons for tangerine? Luv your work!!

I’d love to anon 😇 thank you!!

NSFW under cut, Minors DNI 18+

Probably a switch

Like he’s mostly a dom but sometimes he just gets home and he wants nothing more than for you to take the reins so he can relax some ):

He’s a pleaser more than anything tho,

He’s making sure your needs are met before his

And he’s making sure your okay, like a lot

Before he does anything he’s always asking for consent 😇 literal consent king

And he’s very jealous, I think

so if anyone even tries to hit on you, he’s taking you away and fucking you until your screaming his name for the man to hear

Anyways….

He’s the sweetest

And he’s a gentle lover most of the time (unless he’s pissed off about something)

But no matter what, even if he’s on the brink of sleep he does aftercare for you, you both sitting in the bathtub together

But another thing is he’s LOUDDD….

And he doesn’t care about people hearing at all

Like poor lemon hears it all the time, and you both walk out like nothing happened

“Hear you two had fun. Please just be quiet next time.” He said, looking at you both.

You spit out your water, coughing and stuttering over your words, your cheeks heating up.

get lemon some bleach for his eyes afterwards

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[aloneatpeace]

Before you read just reminder.english is not my first language or second and i used goggle translation so if you find mistake in there I'm sorry .it just fiction .

Bullet Train

" today is the day "

with that your sharply knock on the door in pattern . the owner of the house glance through the glass after seeing you he walk away .

" 私はそこであなたを知っています"

i know you in there

no response , fair enough it's sounds a little creepy to you as well

"私たちは両方ともそれが事故ではないことを知っています。あなたの家族は危険にさらされています"

We both know it wasn't an accident. your family is in danger

on the other side his steps hult at your words .

sighing softly " please let me in " . you close your eyes head leaning on the door , you straighten at sound of lock clicking the door reveal the person your searching for weeks .

the sound of pour tea helps to clam your running mind . you feel bad for using that excuse to make him speak with you but you are getting impatient .

you have seen him with his grandson couple of times but you didn't want to interpret their time , you don't know about his son concluded that him and his son didn't have the best relationship so you decided not to approach .

"you will get yourself killed if you continue " his voice was harsh but it's not out hatred or anger but geniune worry .

" i know , but when i selected this job , this assignment i made a promise to myself that I'll be truthful "

he shake his head at you give you the cup , you take it gently without let any drop fall . the tea is warm and sweet and did help you be more comfortable .

" あなたは私の孫に何が起こったのか知っていますか"

Do you know what happened to my grandson?"

"はい、何が起こったのか申し訳ありません"

yeah im sorry for what happened

" あなたは彼に責任があると思う"

you think he's responsible

"「正確には彼ではありませんが、歴史を考えると、彼. には手があるかもしれません.」"

Not exactly him, but given the history, he might have a hand .

the elder is right , fate we can't control it no matter how hard we try . even before we were born our fate has been written . everything we did , doing and done have consequences .

all the good things and bad things will come back right to us in different ways . it's was getting late , you part with your colleagues and making sure laptop and files all in there you can't loose it months of hardwork, sleepless nights and near death experience resulted in strong evidence and documents you have against one of the dangerous man , the white death .

yeah you're in deep shit.

you walk towards the bullet train as you walk by the walking momomon advertisement start to push it's self to you with plushy in its hands .

you shake your head at " no no " you softly decline as it didn't back away resulted in you crashing to a person startled you turn him , he is a native man with blonde hair , eyes hooded his shoulder is dropped as if he is trying to hide himself . he doesn't look well .

"ごめんなさい"

I'm so sorry

you apologies as you try to move back that's when you realise that his hands gripping your upper arms .

Yuichi has seen your face but you didn't see him , your the journelist he seen your face time to time in news and he also saw you try to talk to his father only to get leave without anything.

his son would also tell him about the girl that he seen trying to talk to his grandfather but when you see him you would just smile and walk away .

there is one time he and you talked and he is pretty sure that his son have crush on the pretty girl in coat .

you where also there when his son being taken in hospital . he saw you standing there with crestfallen look on your face .

the reason he knows you and you don't is because of his father .

yuichi know who you're running towards and his father informed him that you're no harm just a girl with strong courage or stupidity as well as he saw how persistent you are , you have been trying to get his father days weeks maybe .

he had suspected you the first person to hurt his son but out it's not you .

"are you alright? " you repeat in again and yuichi node his head .

" yeah I'm alright " he said you awkwardly guster towards his hands that still on you .

he let go of you muttering a small sorry and walks away. he turn to look at you one more time saw you watch him from where you still stand .

then he slam into another guy who was speaking on phone . you take in the seen with furrowed brow, you catch the site of something falling the ground as you continue your walk it's a key and ticket .

collecting it you look for the man only see him gone

"well I'm sure you will be somewhere in the train" . it's not that your that kind of anything the same thing happened to you .

one night you lost your keys to your apartment that's was the last crack to nonexistent glass door ,you remember getting late to work then having hear an earful from your boss and almost getting killed when you got spotted by white death men at their deal .

that was the worst day of your life . how you survived , you like believe it's your luck and that night You meet carver .

oh that's memory is both sweet and bitter you're not getting into that right now you have train to catch .

you get in the train , moving through cars you came across one with full of momomon advertisement and toys and lights all momomon theme .

they rush to thrusting all kind of plushies they tug you on your arms " seriously " seeing that they won't leave you decided to buy one from the one in your left side as you one in your right give your handbag that was fallen off your shoulders .

you give a thankful node before walking away .

you find your seat and see a man passed out on across from your seat . thinking none of you take your seat . the conductor approach you as you settle yourself .

you give him a warm smile and show your ticket , satisfied the conductor node before walking away .

beside the next row sit tangerine and lemon , when they see you sitting down there they share look , you mindlessly inspect the plushies toy with a smile on your face . lemon shrug his shoulder and continuing .

" no one likes lemon "

"that's bollocks mate "

" lemonade , lemon drops " leamon list counting with his fingers .

tangerine look at lemon with a unimpressed face " you got sore throat "

" lemon meringue pie "

" when was the last time you are a lemon drizzle cake"

" lemon drizzle cake "

" I'm sorry are we talking about lemons"

lemon let out exhausted sigh before turn his head and see you settle your bag next your empty seat and remove your coat " hello love " he call you making you stop as well as to tangerine to look at him .

you give him a small smile " hi " you glance at the two of them the duo seems interesting . you glance at man across him to see him stare at you he is a handsome man in blue suit with a sophisticated aura around him both of them scream businesses no bullshit

" quick question do you like lemons? " the man continue its unexpected question but you yourself asked many questions different people .

" don't pay him mind love " the man next him said

you tilt your head at him " no it's alright " before turn to other man " i do like lemon though "

he turn to the other man with expression that clearly said suck it " thank you love " the other man with Mustache simply roll his eyes at him .

you let out giggle at their childish behaviour making them turn to you . you stop with a nervous smile thinking they offended and thought that your laughing at them . " ohh....i was just ... it' was funny ...i didn't mean to laugh at you ...i was not laughing at you . "

they watch you with a amused expression on their face " you're cute " the man with the Mustache said leaning over .

you stop your rambling " ohh ... you're cute too ..i mean handsome " you turn to other " both of you " you give them a shy smile .

" I'm lemon " he put his hand out you shake it you give closed eye smile at the name .

"I'm tangerine " he take your hand instead of shake it he press a kiss to making your eyes wide , you can feel the Mustache pressing , tickling against the skin and heat of his lips on your skin .

lemon give his brother a unamused look .

you say your name " you guys here for business ?"

" you got that right love " tangerine state .

" what about you love , i feel like I've seen you somewhere " lemon said making tangerine look at him with raised eyebrow .

" I'm reporter maybe that's how you seen me " you said with a wide smile and they can see that you take full pride on your job .

lemon think for a moment " wait you are the one who cover the Bolivia incident ?"

at that tangerine straighten himself , him and lemon exchange a knowing look but you were two busy to acknowledge it " yeah , it was one of the major step in my career " from there on you rambling about your work .

tangerine and lemon stand up , lemon sat next the guy and tangerine set next yours . tangerine take the plushies from your lap and inspect it replacing with your bag .

the conversation cut short as the person across from you stir awake and look around . you glance at person with a tattooed face .

he look around his surroundings with a confused face getting more confused when he see you sitting with apologetic smile on your face

"sorry didn't mean to wake you up "

tangerine hand you the plushies " don't worry love its don't matter "

" do you water " the guy ask . you look around the bag in your lap and hand him a small water bottle .

wait ..

where is the laptop ?

with a panicked expression you dig through your bag tangerine and lemon look at you partially ripping your bag inside out .

" you alright love ?" tangerine voice held a hidden concern . while lemon take the bottle from the guys hand silently telling him to shut up .

" my laptop...oh God .." you start to panick , if you lost that all your work will be thrown in gutter .

you stand up from your seat as well as tangerine "relax love it might be here " he try to reassure you . you turn to him eyes nearly sparkling with tear lips wobbly . tangerine silently curse at the sight glancing at lemon for help who only sit there dumbfounded at the sudden emotion change

" my files ..i lost it all and i don't know where i lost it " you point at bag " i had in it , i didn't lost it " you look at plushie toy that lay on your seat .

" expect " as if you finally put the peace together you froze for second .

" THAT FUCKING BITCH " you curse loudly making the passengers to turn and look at you as well lemon and tangerine , eyes wide at curse not expected from you .

you grip tangerine arms making him still "keep an eye my stuff I'll be back " with that you run off .

they take a moment to clearly understand the turn of events .

" well that puppy is not with you guys right . if she is she need lot of training a lot " .

tangerine sit on the now fully empty seat putting the plushies in his lap " just shut the fuck up mate"

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[room13]

Doll House

Soft!Tangerine x Pregnant Reader

+18, small angst, unedited

A/N: Ever since I watched Bullet Train I can’t keep this man out of my head. I’ve been trying to get back to writing so I apologize if this isn’t my best work.

Clear and warm droplets slid down your skin, molding to your body. It glides through your curves like a river that shapes itself around the rocks as it follows its course to the next village.

The warmth of the shower did nothing to appease the lack of him, if anything, it only improved your body’s hunger for his touch, its agonizing abstinence now that he’s away.

Tangerine was the master of your heartbreaks. Similar to a dealer that gives you a free sample of his product to get you hooked, he worked his magic on your body once and it was your end, you knew there was no turning back after tasting him.

And here is where you stand now, in the middle of your path, unable to move on from him but also powerless to walk away. The shower water began to run cold and with an unsatisfied sigh you turned it off before walking back to your bedroom.

The burning orange hues in the sky shone a faint light through the window on top of your white comforter, the ethereal-like glow didn’t bring you the usual happiness, instead, it only brought the nostalgia of the times Tangerine had your body beneath his spell on top of that very same bed.

“Aren’t warm showers supposed to cheer you up?” The unmistakable light tenor’s voice echoed from behind you, making you look over your shoulder to find the reason of your misery sitting on the foot of your bed.

You did your best to keep your timber as nonchalant as possible “Weren’t you supposed to be in Milan?” the question left your lips as your eyes kept glued to his clear blue irises.

“You, more than anyone, should know that I’m full of surprises, love” The taunting smirk you learned to love and hate so much was plastered to his lips, the wicked gleam upon his eyes didn’t hide his true intentions as they roamed through your towel covered body.

Turning your back to him once more, your hands opened the underwear drawer with a sigh “Leave, Tangerine. I don’t want you here”

His eyes squinted and uncertainty laced his heart. You’ve never refused or kicked him out before…something wasn’t right. “What’s wrong with you? I thought you’d be happy to see me” Even though he tried to mask the hint of hurt behind a cold voice, you could still hear it as clear as day.

“Oh, I’m sorry I hit your fragile ego” The scoff that followed your sentence only made Tangerine even more confused, you’ve never acted like this before. You were always ecstatic to see him, excited to spend time together and now it seems like you were facing your worst enemy. Tangerine could feel the worst part of his temper beginning to rise to the surface, begging him to counterattack with enough harshness to make it hurt. But Lemon’s words at the airport resonated in his mind “You don’t attract bees with vinegar, mate. You gotta honey it up. Go easy on her”. Making him stand up from the bed and walking towards you.

Tangerine’s hand covered yours around the simple pair of black cotton panties and slowly turned you around to face him. “Do you really want me to leave?” The crystal clear orbs searched for the answer in your eyes, knowing that unlike your lips, they were unable to lie to him.

Your eyes closed for an instant, momentarily shutting him out before your head came to rest on his chest. The unmistakable scent of his white dress shirt, the usual mixture of fresh laundry detergent and his cologne suddenly made you feel at peace for once.

“You can’t keep doing this, Tan. I’m not gonna make it if you keep this up”

The coldness of his rings brushed against your cheek when his hands cupped your face. Pulling your face towards his, Tangerine’s mustache tickled your upper lip as he spoke “Keep what up, darling?” His warm breath covered your skin like a familiar blanket “You know I love you, poppet. You know no one would ever make me do half of the things I do for you”.

Tangerine’s tongue traced your bottom lip, testing your limits and silently asking for your permission to keep going. Your teeth clasped around Tangerine’s lip, pulling the soft flesh into your mouth.

His arms closed around your waist, gluing your breasts against his chiseled chest. Tangerine broke the kiss before he pressed his forehead against yours “You know I’ve never wanted none of this before you” His hands came down to rest on your baby bump “The marriage, the commitment, the baby…all of this I want because it’s with you, love. All I do is for you and our little bean” A soft smile appeared on Tangerine’s lips at the mention of the life growing inside of you “I love you more than anything and all I ask is for you to be patient with me, darling. I’m not used to any of this and I’m just asking for your help. Help me not fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me, help me to be a good man to you, poppet”.

Your hands caressed Tangerine’s soft chestnut hair, twirling one of the loose curls around your finger. “You are a good man to me, Tan. The best man I’ve ever had. I just want you to think a little before you do or say some things because most of the time you end up hurting people who love and care about you”.

“I know, poppet. I know” He kissed your forehead lightly “I’ll be better, I promise”

Tangerine softly placed you down on the bed, covering your body with his own soon after.

“Do you forgive me?” He whispered against your parted lips.

“I always forgive you, Tan”

Tangerine’s fingers intertwined with yours before pinning your hands on top of your head.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

—a snack

SUMMARY | sometimes the only way to get the twins to shut up is to shove food in one of their mouths

PAIRING | tangerine x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | spoilers for bullet train

WORD COUNT | 1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | tangerine has my heart and soul confirmed

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This was the third time in the past half hour that you had to deal with their bickering.

Normally, you loved the twins. Tagging along with them as the occasional third party on a particularly tricky mission was something you never grew tired of. Especially when it came to Lemon; he always had a self care pack for everyone ready—normally consisting of a snack and small trinkets tailored to your person—knowing that everyone performed their best in high spirits. It was one of the things you had come to look forward to on your trips with them. Alongside Tangerines ever present charm, although you'd never admit it. His ego was big enough already as is.

But sometimes even the most enjoyable of people could wear your patience thin. The most notable moment? Right fucking now.

"Aren't you two supposed to get along? Being brothers and business partners?" You finally snapped, turning your head away from the foggy window you had been staring at blankly ever since the two men across from you had begun bickering. Honestly you were surprised you had managed to hold out from saying anything this long. Sitting still and shutting up hadn't always been your strong suit in life.

"Oh yeah? Gettin along? Try bein his brother afta he's spent the past hour fuckin quizin you on a train show for kids!" Tangerine barked out, rolling his eyes in Lemons direction.

"You ain't exactly a delight either, bruv." Was all Lemon responded with. You could visibly see Tangerines jaw tense and the veins in his neck stand out, eliciting a hollow chuckle from you.

If you hadn't been contracted to the tiny and awfully scratchy seat of a fast-moving train, you would have already moved to the other room just to get away to the bickering. Maybe even enjoy a moment of silence or two. Sadly, that wasn't the case, and now you were stuck in economy class with two pissy englishmen practically breathing down your neck.

"That's it." You grumbled, unfortunately aware of the way both of them had gone back to ignoring you in favor of their argument.

"Hey, miss? Yeah, over here for a second please."

All it took was a well timed arrival of a snack cart, a few peices of yen, and an exchange of goods for you to get Tangerine to shut up.

The brits face contorted into one of suprise as you reached across the table in between you two to aggressively shove a peice of mochi in his mouth, temporarily unable to cuss his brother out for his reaction as Lemon began laughing. It was an unorthodox way to cut a conversation off sure, but at this point you really just didn't give a shit.

"Th f'ck 'as tha or!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, you muppet."

Tangerine was quick to swallow the treat you'd so forcefully obliged him too before speaking again. The urge to snicker at the powder now lightly dusting his mustache was tempting but you held back. Barely.

"The fuck was that for!?" He was quick to snap.

"I needed you to shut up." You shrugged. Lemon was practically tearing up with laughter now. It almost made you want to shove another piece of mochi in Tangerines mouth just to see him double over with laughter, but you valued your life at the moment.

"You could have just fucken asked me!"

"Nah I seriously doubt it." Lemon chimed in for you, snorting occasionally. "Got a skull as thick as your ego mate."

"Cheers to that." You lifted your imaginary cup in Lemons direction as the cheep jab to Tangerine. Who at this point was resorting to a form of pouting.

"A big man baby. That's what I reckon you are." You managed to grin, only teasing now. "Lucky I love you so much, Tang. Otherwise I would have thrown you out the back of this train a few stops ago."

"Love me huh?" He was leaning forward now, no longer showing any signs of the small show he had been making earlier. Now his teeth were showing as he smiled smugly, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Surely a look that he used to charm many people with in the past. And now it was being pointed your way. "Do tell me more, love."

Ignoring the way your mouth went dry at the nickname he so casually used, you scoffed.

"Don't read too much into it. I can always take it back."

"You wouldn't though." Tangerines grin was downright cheeky now. He had resorted to leaning back in his seat now, resting his hands behind his head confidently.

"Right. If you two are just gonna flirt I'm gonna trod off yeah?" Lemon sighed, making to leave. He preferred not to see the two of you pine over each right now. Maybe if he hurried he be able to check on the breifcase and catch a couple of episodes of Thomas in the bathroom on his phone.

"No you don't. Don't you even think of leaving me with this asshole." His arm was roughly grabbed by you and Lemon was shoved back down in his seat forcefully.

"Aw what happend to loving me?" Tangerine cooed with an outward jutt of his bottom lip. Your eyes lingered on it for a moment too long before snapping back up to his face, your own feeling slightly warm. You blamed it on the giant ass light hanging above you all, knowing full well that wasn't it.

"People change. Now shut up and eat the rest of that mochi I bought before I actually do kick you off this train."

"Whatever you say luv."

Sighing you turned to look back at the window next to you, refusing to look back at the assassin across from you.

Maybe falling in love on the job was going to be a bit more difficult to handle than you'd originally thought.

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Assignment Gone Wrong

Tangerine x Reader

A/N: Hi!!! this is my first tangerine X reader fic, and also my first fic I’m ever posting on tumblr! thank you for reading!!!!!

Summary: You are assigned to go on a mission with the twins, but it goes awry and Tangerine fixes you up!

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Swearing, mentions of drugs, injury

You were asked to accompany Tangerine and Lemon to France on an assignment. It was supposed to be simple: infiltrate a drug lab, kill everyone, get out.

Of course, things always turn out disastrous when they are supposed to be simple.

Tangerine drives down a two-lane road, completely abandoned in the dead of night, as you talk to Lemon from the backseat.

“Right, so there’ll be seven guys inside. Tangerine will blow the doors off the hinges, then you ‘n I will enter from the side doors, guns blazing.” He explains.

You’re trying your best to nod along as he details the plan, but your thoughts lie elsewhere. In the rear view mirror, you can see Tangerine’s icy eyes scanning the road ahead. His stoic expression supplemented by a furrowed brow and slight frown. He looks deep in thought as if playing Lemon’s plan out in his head.

“Everything alright there bruv?” Lemon urges as he snaps his fingers in front of your face. Tangerines eyes meet yours as he glances through the rear view.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry Lemon I think i’m just tired. This assignment is really fucking with my sleep schedule.”

He nods in understanding and turns back towards the road. Again, you find yourself staring at Tangerine through the mirror. The two of you had an unspoken connection, always gravitating towards one another during assignments, meeting for dinner on nights off, and the occasional hook-up. Lemon, of course, can sense the tension between the two of you and you wonder if Tangerine has told him anything. It wouldn’t matter much if he had, with Lemon being your supplemental brother and all. what did bother you, however, was that you didn’t know what you were to Tangerine. You weren’t quite sure if you were limited to business partners who hooked up sometimes, or more than that. You were completely head over heels in love with Tangerine. Love is a dangerous thing in this business, though. One of you could die, or someone you’re working against could find out about your relationship and use it as leverage. However, you’re content not to know what you are to Tangerine, if it meant you got to keep your business with both of the Twins.

The car slows to a stop as you pull into the building the lab is in.

“Everyone out. Extra supplies are in the boot.” Tangerine grunts.

The three of you gather guns, bombs, and bullets from the trunk of the car, and then begin to walk towards the doors. Tangerine begins to apply explosives to the barn style doors of the building as you load your gun. As he finished, he begins loading cartridges, and tucking them inside of your cargo jacket. With every touch you feel yourself blush. As he smooths your jacket over, you swear he can sense your nerves about the assignment. He takes it upon himself to reassure you.

“It’ll be all right love. Just stick to the plan and don’t overthink. Everything will be fine” Tangerine whispers. You nod, and he turns to make his way back towards the doors. He presses the button to break down the doors, and takes a step back. After the doors are completely gone, you and Lemon lean around the doorway and begin shooting. Two druglords drop to the floor while the other ones stand in point their guns at both of you. You fired the first shot into a man’s shoulder. This begins a chaotic shoot out between the two parties.

As you are frantically shooting at the four remaining men, you hear, Tangerine come and press his body up behind you, shielding you from the back.

“ I’ll cover you love. Just keep shooting.” he raises his gun and begins firing. After a moment, there’s only one man left. Lemon creeps around the doorway to take him out.

After Lemon takes care of the remaining drug lord, Tangerine takes a step away from you.

“30,000 for that?!” You exhale. taking out the seven druglords was so much easier than you thought it would be.

Just then, however, you hear a shot and feel a burning pain in your left thigh. You crumble to the ground and grab your leg. You look down at your hands and they are covered with blood.

“Oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck, Tangerine what the fuck.” you cry out in a panic.

You look up at Tangerine, he’s standing defensively with his gun pointed towards something behind you. As you look in the direction his gun is pointing, you see the man you shot in the shoulder. He must’ve escaped out of the side door in the chaotic cross fire, and shot you in the leg.

The two men stand, guns pointed at each other, in a standoff. You frantically look for where your gun landed when you fell to the ground. You see in a few feet away from you and lean to grab it. The drug lord realizes what you’re doing, and points his gun towards you, taking his attention off of Tangerine. Tangerine takes this opportune moment to shoot him in the head multiple times. Before the man hits the ground, Tangerine is at your side, inspecting your leg.

He shouts an order at Lemon to pull the car around, and presses his pocket square against your bullet wound to try to stop the bleeding. While you’re looking down at his large hands, pressing on your injury, you realize how much blood you’re losing. This realization catches up to you when you begin to feel dizzy.

You lethargically look up at Tangerine.  He sees the look in your eye, and begins to reassure you.

“ Its okay love, it’s okay. It’ll be all right.”

All you can respond with is a weak “Tangerine I don’t feel good.”

“ I know, Peaches, but I think you’re going into shock, so you really have to stay awake. You can’t pass out.” He lifts you up as Lemon pulls up with the car. He places you in the backseat, and slides in after you place in your leg on top of his so he can tend to your injuries the best he can in the car.

“Take us to the safe house Lemon. And drive fucking fast. She’s bleeding the fuck out.”

You feel the car begin to move as you rest your head against the door at an awkward angle. It’s just enough to keep you grounded and prevent you from passing out.

Tangerine looks at you, and his face softens with empathy as he watches you fight to keep from falling asleep. You wonder if you’ll die. You tell yourself you can’t let that happen because you could never tell Tangerine how you feel about him.

Tangerine sighs. “Jesus, I’m sorry, Peaches. I should’ve been watching. You’ll be okay though. We’re almost to the safe house. Just hold on. Only a little while longer. I know you can do it.”

You nod in response. Tangerine sees the dazed look in your eye and begins to feel afraid. He’s never seen you look so small and vulnerable as you do propped up against to door of the car, leg bleeding out in his lap. He tells Lemon to drive faster.

The car doesn’t come to a complete stop in the driveway before Tangerine jumps out and lifts you with him. He hurries you into the house and sets you on the bathroom counter. He begins to flush your wound with water and antiseptic. Lemon appears in the doorway and squeezes his brother on the shoulder. You think he says something but everything just sounds so far away.

You begin to come back to yourself as Tangerine wraps your leg with bandages. he watches the confusion leave your face as you come out of shock, and he begins speaking to you frantically.

“Oh love, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching it was my fault. I’m so glad you’re okay. I’m so glad you stayed awake in the car. I was afraid you would die if you passed out. I couldn’t live with myself.”

All you can muster in response is “Fucking fuck. My leg really hurts Tan.”

He reaches behind you and grabs a small bottle out of the cabinet. After ensuring that you could swallow the pills in your state, he hands you a glass of water and two small painkillers. You clumsily swallow the pills as he finishes cleaning blood off of your leg.

He carries you to the bedroom, and sits you down on the bed, tucking you in under the blankets with a kiss.

“I’m so sorry Peach. I’m so glad you’re okay. I love you.“

You’re taken aback by his words. you didn’t expect him to be the one to say it first. Of course, you’ve felt this way for so long, and you’re so glad he returns your feelings.

“I love you too Tangerine. Thank you for saving me. I would’ve died if it wasn’t for you.“

He crouches next to the bed and places a kiss on your forehead, brushing your hair from your face as he does so.

“Tan, would you stay with me tonight? Please? I’m sorry, I just don’t want to be alone after earlier, and…” He cuts you off with a kiss.

“Of course I’ll stay with you love. Let me change and I’ll be right back.” it’s them that you realize his suit is still covered in your blood. A slight wave of embarrassment rushes over you as you watch him change into non-soiled clothes. He climbs under the blanket with you and pulls you to his body.

With a kiss to the top of your head, he whispers “Those painkillers are going to give you some weird, fucking dreams.” You giggle as the painkillers start to make you drowsy. Your eyes droop as you nuzzle into his chest and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Christ, you’re cute when you’re exhausted.” he mutters as you begin to drift off.

You fall asleep in his arms, as he vows that he will kill anyone who ever even thinks about harming you again

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