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remus lupin ☆
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safe with you - fem!reader, hurt comfort, established relationship
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green butter
word count - 2.2k
c.w. - drug use (marijuana, edibles), reader is said to be shorter than remus, idiots in love, pining, implied insecure reader
a/n - i don’t know if i liked how this turned out so i may rewrite and change the ending idk yet
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you could hear remus snoring from where you were in the kitchen. the rest of your apartment was silent except for the soft snores. if you ever tried to mention it when he was awake, remus would always deny that he made any kind of noise when he slept, instead choosing to tease you about your habit of sleep talking when you’ve had too much to drink.
you were doing the dishes, cleaning up from making green butter earlier in the day. remus had been out the night before with sirius and james and he was exhausted. he was in your apartment for less than 10 minutes before he passed out on your couch.
you finished cleaning the last mixing bowl and left it on the drying rack. you dried your hands on a tea towel, threw it over your shoulder and made your way to your living room. you collapsed on the comfy armchair closest to the kitchen and simply watched remus sleep.
as if he could feel your gaze on him, he twitched in his sleep and rolled over so you could no longer see his face. you huffed in annoyance and used your sock covered foot to reach out and poke his shoulder.
“wake up please lupin.”
he just groaned and shifted tiredly.
“pleaaaseeee.”
he exhaled sharply and lifted his head up, his annoyed gaze meeting your amused one.
“good morning starshine. the earth says hello!”
“i prefer gene wilder.” remus runs a hand over his scarred face.
“i like ‘em both,” you moved to tuck your feet under you, “makes me feel bad choosing between two things.”
“really?” he smirked, “who do you prefer out of james and sirius?”
“well currently sirius cause he helped me do my makeup a few days ago but it changes depending on which one annoys me less.”
“good choice. james probably would’ve poked your eye out.” he finally sat up, smiling lazily at you, “whats the time?”
“it’s around five so you successfully napped through the afternoon.”
“good that was the aim.” remus stretched, lifting his shirt up slightly, exposing his happy trail.
“do you want dinner, love?”
“no thanks, bunny, but i’ll take some cookies if you’ve got any.”
“i actually need to make some for james and i was gonna make extra,” you paused to yawn, “but i seemed to have misplaced my motivation.”
“aww c’mon bunny,” he got off the couch and knelt in front of your chair, “please make some cookies.”
you tried desperately not to give into his masterful puppy dog eyes, “i thought you were too tired to do anything.”
“i had my nap, now i want time with my super awesome amazing girl who makes the most awesome amazing oatmeal weed cookies.” he pouted up at you, pulling you hand towards him and kissing it, “please baby?”
your resolve couldn’t crumble quicker, “fine, move you big lug i’ll go get started.”
you pushed him aside and walked back into the kitchen while remus trailed behind you closely.
"rem love, can you grab the sugar please?" you asked while pulling the eggs and butter.
"mhmm." he hummed in response.
you grabbed the vanilla extract and a bowl and started to cut up the butter into cubes.
remus came up behind you and placed the sugar on the counter then wrapped his arms around you.
"ooo green butter," he placed his chin onto your shoulder, pressing into you completely.
"yeah i made it earlier."
remus reached his hand around a grabbed a cube and quickly popped it in his mouth, "tastes great, bunny."
you swatted him on the side, "don't eat the butter."
"hey that's abuse." he grabbed another bit of butter and popped it into his mouth.
"remus if you eat the butter you'll get high before the cookies are even ready."
"no i won't," he ate another cube, "i'm not a lightweight like you."
"i'm not saying you're a lightweight, love."
he reached for another piece of butter but you slapped his hand before he could grab it.
"whats with all the abuse today?" he asked.
"go sit down and stop eating butter," you pointed to one of the kitchen stools on the other side of the bench you were working at.
remus watched you intently as you made the cookies. whenever you turned your back momentarily though, he would reach across and sneak another cube of the homemade butter.
eventually, once you got the first batch of cookies in the oven you start to clean up, including putting away all the ingredients.
“rem?”
“hmmm?”
“did you eat more butter?”
“you have no proof of that.”
“i made 500g of butter. i used 250g. there should be 250g left. this isn't 250g.”
“how can you tell that just by looking at it?”
“remus i'm a baker. i do this professionally.”
remus smiled guiltily, “whoops? i’m sorry i’ll help you make more butter tomorrow”
“rem, i couldn't give less of a fuck about the butter, i’m worried about how high you're about to get.”
“i told you, i am not a lightweight i'm not gonna get high off some butter.”
you roll your eyes and finish cleaning up the kitchen, “whatever you say remsy.”
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forty two minutes later and remus was face down on your kitchen floor.
he groaned loudly as you took the third batch of cookies out of the oven. the room already smelled of a pleasant mix of weed and fresh baked cookies but opening the oven intensified it, hurting remus' already sore brain.
“it's cold, my face is cold, it's on something cold, the room smells, smells like a headache.” he babbled, voice muffled slightly by the ground.
“you are face first on the tiles, that's why your face is cold and the headache you smell is weed."
“ngh, no,” he protested and rolled over onto his back, “weed smells like awesome and this is a headache smell, are you baking a headache?”
you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you as you look down at his confused face, “you've overdone it, remmy.”
“noooo,” he whined and covered his face, “‘m not a lightweight.”
“you're not, darling,” you cooed and sat down on the floor next to him. you gently ran your hand through his hair.
he opened his eyes at the touch but immediately hissed and squinted, “bright light, there's a real bright light, i think i'm dying.”
you looked up at the ceiling and tried not to laugh, “that's the kitchen light, and the dying feeling is, once again, the weed.”
he rapidly sat up after you said that and stared at you intensely, “the weed is doing this to me?”
you couldn't help the giggle that slipped through, “yes, love.”
he looked very serious and glared at the ground before he muttered, “that fuckin' giraffe was right.”
it was your turn to be confused, “giraffe- do you mean harold?”
“that scary fucker was right.”
“you were scared of harold the giraffe?”
“he was tall and i couldn't trust his eyes.” he said with such a strong gaze you almost forgot how ridiculous the conversation was, “is he coming to take me?”
“h-harold? you think harold is coming to take you?”
“yeah, i broke his rules, i did drugs and now i'm paying the price, he's gonna come for me.”
you turned your head to laugh silently, not wanting to mock him (while he was like this, you were definitely mocking him in the morning), “love, harold won't come for you, and even if he did you're not a kid anymore, you're tall too.”
he nodded, like he understood, “yeah i’m tall, i could take that skinny twat.” he nodded, seemingly calm. until he once again jolted and looked at you extremely seriously, “you're short.”
“thank you for noticing rem,” you said, slightly sarcastically.
“harold will come for you because he knows i care about you. he'll take you from me.” he said in a panicky tone.
your touched by his care for you but also recognise the absurdity of what he's saying, “remmy, i promise i’m safe, i'm here with you.”
he gave you a look of determination and nodded. as quick as he could in his intoxication he wrapped his arms around your middle and re-laid down on the floor with you.
“remmy, what are you doing?” you asked, curious, not bothered by his actions.
“protecting you.” he said, voice muffled from where it was buried in your neck.
“hmm thank you,” you hummed out.
he held on tightly and quietly sat there holding you for a few blissful minutes, but the biting cold of the tiles wasn't the most comfortable in the february weather.
“remus, lovie?”
he tapped you as his way of responding, not loosening his grip.
“can we go to bed?”
he squeezed you tighter, “‘m not tired and i need to protect you.”
“i'm tired baby,” you said with a slight breathy laugh.
“i need you to be safe,” he mumbled against your neck.
“we'll stay together the whole time.”
“promise?” he said softly.
“pinky promise.”
at that he slowly rolled off of you but he made sure his hand was touching some part of you at all time - like he was scared you would disappear.
you went to your bedroom with remus following close behind, your fingers tightly threaded together. when you both stopped, remus re-wrapped his arms around you tightly, his large hands going underneath your loose tshirt.
“rem,” you whined softly, “what are you doing now?”
“‘m not close enough to you, need to get closer,” he mumbled and kissed the top of your head.
you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, “i don’t think we can get much closer than this.”
“sure we can bunny,” he said with a hint of mischief in his tone, “we can be much closer,”
“we already see each other everyday, spend most of our free time together, and-” his thumb rubbed against your ribs causing you to giggle slightly, “and that. how much closer can we be?”
you looked up at him just in time to see his smirk. he pressed a kiss to your temple and used his free hand to brush your hair behind your ear, “nowhere near close enough,” he said softly and kissed your cheek.
you held your breath. his touch made you shiver. your skin erupted in goosebumps and you leaned closer to him. he gripped your chin and looked into your eyes.
his eyes were bloodshot.
he was high.
you stepped back slightly at the reminder. you grabbed his hands in your own and led him towards your bed, “c’mon rem, bedtime.”
he scrunched his eyebrows together, confused, “what? bunny, i want us to be closer.”
“you’re high, love, you’ll feel different in the morning,” you said softly, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.
“no, i won’t, why do you never believe me?” he asked.
“because you only say this stuff when you’re high.”
he slumped over with his forehead resting on your shoulder, “‘m not saying it cause i’m high, the high makes me say the truth.”
you swallowed the lump in your throat and pulled away from him. you sat down on your bed and patted the spot next to you. he smiled dopily and sat next to you. as soon as he sat he feel backwards, laying on your bed and groaning slightly.
you let out a breathy laugh and shook your head, “you can’t even sit up.”
“you keep me stable.”
“i’m also the one enabling your edible addiction.”
“it doesn’t matter that you’re enabling me ‘cause you always take care of me.”
you laid down next to him and face him. he clumsily pulled the blanket over you both and let his hand rest of the side of your face.
“my pretty little bunny, i’ll make you believe me one day,” he promised. he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close.
you looked at his pretty face, his messy sandy blonde hair, his bloodshot eyes. you wished you could believe him. you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. you could at least pretend.
he kissed your cheek and held you tightly, “nice and close bunny, i gotta protect you and make you feel loved.”
you melt into him and laugh softly, “protect me?”
“don’t know if that giraffe is comin’ for us.”
“well we can’t have that now can we.”
it was silent for a few moments.
“what do giraffe’s eat?”
“mostly leaves i think, why, love?”
“i don’t like being scared that you’ll be hurt, we should set a trap tomorrow.”
“for harold?”
“yes, you can bake something and i’ll construct a gaint moustrap for the slimy fucker.”
you tried desperately to keep your giggles to yourself, “that’s a job for the morning.”
“i know, you go to sleep, bunnies need lots of rest.”
“goodnight remmy.”
“goodnight bunny.” he kissed your cheek again, “love you.”
you swallowed the lump in your throat once more, “love you too.”
you could pretend it was real.
#remus lupin x reader#remus x reader#dealer!remus x baker!reader#dealer!remus#baker!reader#remus lupin fluff#domestic remus lupin
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smutty james potter imagine
im tired and horny and fighting my sleeping meds and i have james potter brainrot
18+ mdni, soft fluffy smut, daddy kink, i honestly don't know anymore it's soft smut with aftercare because i need comfort, i might delete this later who knows
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your watching a movie together on the couch in your apartment. he's got his big arm around you. you're not focused on the movie, you haven't been for ages.
you turn your head and grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss. you kiss him deeply, grabbing his hair and pulling him in close.
he pulls away for a second, "hi baby," he coos at you.
"hi jamie," your hands slide down feeling up his broad chest and holding his tshirt, keeping him close.
"are you okay?" he asks sweetly.
"mhmm," you hum moving in to kiss his neck.
"feeling needy?" he laces his fingers through your hair and pulls your head back so he can look at you.
"yeah," you look up at him with big eyes.
he grabs your thighs and pulls you onto his lap and holds your face, simply looking at you.
you tried to lean in for another kiss but he held you back by your hair, tugging lightly making you whine.
"jamie," you plead, desperation in your voice.
"i know bubba," he leans in and kisses you, slowly and messily.
you try to push against him more but he holds you in place and pulls away again.
he holds the bottom of your shirt, "can i?"
you nod and he pulls it over your head, chucking it aimlessly away from you both. you tug on his shirt, silently asking him to do the same and he obliges.
you feel up his naked torso freely and move in to continue kissing him. he kisses you harsher this time. he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer his naked chest pressed against your front.
his hand sneaks around to your back and unhooks your bra, pulling it off you.
he pulls away and smiles at you, a cheeky smile you know means trouble. he brings his hand up and starts groping your tits, his smile only gets bigger.
"jamie?" you ask gently.
he smashes his lips against yours and pulls you in tightly. before you can react he stands up, holding you close to his body and carrying you to your bedroom.
he lays you down on the bed and presses his weight against you. he kisses down your neck.
he grabs your thighs and squeezes them tightly and he sucks a hickey into the side of your neck.
you whimper as he gets rougher and rougher, teeth nipping at your neck.
"james," you mewl.
"use your manners love," he says almost condescendingly, pulling away to stare down at you.
"please jamie, fuck me?"
"you can do better than that pet c'mon," he pouts down at you, one arm next to your head holding you up, hovering just above your face. his other hand is still on your thigh pinching at the soft flesh.
"please please please fuck me daddy?"
he groans and leans down to kiss you, getting both of your mouths messy with spit. he pulls off your sleep shorts and panties and you immediately try to grind your crotch against his.
he slaps the side of your thigh, "don't do that baby i thought you were gonna be my good girl, aren't you my good girl?"
"i'm your good girl, daddy," you mumble.
"i know, baby i know," he slips off his own sweatpants and boxers leaving you both naked.
he leans down and nuzzles his nose against yours and kisses your cheek.
he starts humping against you, you reach up and dig your nails into his shoulders, holding him close.
he grabs his cock and rubs the tip against your clit causing you to jolt up into him.
"i'm sorry daddy, sorry-"
"shh shh you're okay baby, do you need me inside you?"
you nod repeatedly and start babbling "please" and "daddy". he shushes you again and brings his hand up, shoving his fingers inside your mouth and pressing down on your tongue.
he uses his free hand to line himself up and push into you gently.
you immediately clench down on him, desperately trying to get him inside you.
once he's all the way inside you he stays still, enjoying the closeness.
you attempt to roll your hips, wanting friction to help ease the throbbing inside of you.
he slowly starts to thrust into you. despite the slow pace he goes deep, hitting that nice spot he always knows how to find.
he gradually speeds up and takes his fingers out of your mouth, smearing the spit around your lips before moving his hand down to press on your stomach.
"thank you daddy, thank you," you whimper pathetically.
he leans down to kiss you, clashing teeth and covering your mouth in even more spit, "my good girl, my needy girl."
he moved his hand down from your stomach and rubs your clit, causing your moans to get louder.
"you gonna cum baby?" he asks.
you nod, not trusting your voice.
"that's it sweet girl, cum for me i wanna see your pretty face fall apart underneath me."
you tighten around him as you cum, feeling the sheets get wet beneath you.
james isn't far behind mumbling out praises and pet names as he slams into you harshly, not slowing down as he spills into you.
after he finally stops, still all the way inside you, he attempts to lift himself off of you but you whined and held him in place, pulling him closer so your face was buried in his neck.
"you want to stay like this for a bit?"
you nod against his neck.
"okay bubba."
he stays inside you, on top of you, pressing his whole weight against you.
he whispers sweet praises in your ear, "you did so good pretty girl," he kisses at your neck, "my girl needed daddy to take care of her hmm," he kisses your cheek, "i love you so so much pet."
you slowly drift out of consciousness as he finally pulls out and cleans you both up quickly.
he lays in bed next to you after wiping you both down. you scooch into his arms, placing your head on his chest, "i love you jamie."
"i love you too baby."
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bullying and cuddles
word count: 2.3k
cw: fem reader, reader implied to have anxiety cause im projecting, swearing, bullying (affectionate), fluff, idiots in love, probably ooc tangerine but whatever
a/n: i needed domestic fluff, is this similar to other stuff ive written? yes but i dont care i love domestic fluff. i geniuenly was debating posting this because i kinda hate it but yknow c'est la vie
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you emerged from the safe house bathroom after brushing your teeth in an old tshirt and pyjama shorts. both of the boys bedroom doors were closed and you could hear the thomas the tank engine theme song coming from lemon’s room.
the door of your room was open and your suitcase was on the ground, clothes messily thrown all over the place. you had been here for about four days now so you were settled in as much as you could be in a new environment.
you and the twins were staking out a place and it was long and tedious, by this point you were thoroughly bored and ready for this to end so you could go back home. you couldn’t stand another night in the cold unfamiliar bed.
so, instead you knocked on tangerine’s door.
“come in.”
you opened the door and walked in, quickly shutting it behind you and leaning against it, facing tangerine. he was sat up in his bed reading a book. he was wearing a plain tshirt and pyjama pants. he looked comfy, more relaxed than he usually was. the quilt was folded neatly at the end of his bed and his suitcase on the floor was immaculately organised, a stark contrast to how your room looked.
“hi,” he said smiling at you.
“hi,” you returned the smile.
“cute pyjamas.”
you were wearing a faded marvin the martian tshirt and pyjama shorts covered in little oranges, “they’re oranges.”
“you sure you didn’t wear them just for me, love?” he smiled wider at you, cocking his head to the side slightly, “cause you look adorable.”
“why would i wear them for you, you’re my third favourite person in this house,” you scoffed.
“are you putting yourself above me?”
“i know my worth,” you squinted at the book he had in his hands, “whatcha reading?”
“uhh,” he glanced down at the page he was on, “the hunger games.”
“really?”
“why are you surprised?”
“i don’t know,” you laughed slightly, “i can only image you reading old or pretentious books.”
“are you calling me pretentious?”
you snapped your fingers in realisation, “tolstoy, you seem like the tolstoy type have you read anna karenina?”
“well, yes i have but i don’t just read old books.”
“so, hunger games.”
“yeah, it’s good criticism on violence in capitalistic societies.”
“i don’t think professional assassins should have a say on violence in capitalistic societies.”
he rolled his eyes, “then i enjoy the commentary on consumerism.”
you glanced at the gold jewellery on the bedside table, “i don’t think you can have a say on that either.”
he followed you eye line, “oh fuck off.”
you laughed, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” you shifted around slightly in your spot against the door.
“did you come in here for a reason or just to take the piss out of me?”
you thought back to your lifeless room, “i was bored and i couldn’t annoy lemon.”
“why not, you’d probably enjoy his company more than mine,” his eyes drifted back down to his book.
“he’s watching thomas and there’s only so much of that i can take.”
he nodded, “understandable.”
there was a pause and you fidgeted with your hands nervously. you didn’t notice tangerine staring at you intently, contemplating what he should do.
“come sit with me,” he gestured to the empty spot next to him.
“are you sure?” you hesitated, bringing up your hand to chew on your nails.
“‘course love.”
you slowly moved over and sat on the bed next to him, keeping distance between you both on the queen sized bed.
it was silent again and you pulled your knees up against your chest, resting your chin on your knee.
“what part are you up to?” you asked.
“the interviews with caesar.” he turned his head and focused on you, noting your position and the gap you put between the both of you, “have you read it before?”
“back when i was a teenager but not since then.” you avoided his eyes, feeling anxious about the sharp eye contact, “have you read it before?”
“yeah, i’ve read it a few times.”
you just hummed in response. despite the nervous thoughts running through your head it felt better being in here with tangerine than being alone in your room. it was better having anxiety over being alone with the guy you were crushing on than the emptiness you would have felt by yourself in your room.
“come here love.” he said softly.
“what?” your eyes snapped up to him.
“sit next to me properly.”
you moved slightly closer, still leaving space between you both.
tangerine rolled his eyes and put his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, “i’m not gonna fucking bite ya love, you can sit next to me.”
you scrunched your nose up at him, “i just didn’t want to get cooties.”
“you think i have cooties?”
“yup you have phytophthora gummosis.”
“what the fuck are you talking about?”
you laughed and leant into him more, “it's a disease that affects citrus trees.”
he tried not to smile, “how long have you been waiting to make that joke.”
“a few weeks,” you smiled brightly, “i did research on citrus trees.”
“just so you could take the piss out of me?”
“i had to, you look cute when you’re all annoyed and scrunch your eyebrows up.” you reached up and run over one of his eyebrows with your thumb.
“don’t call me cute.”
“why not? you are.”
“i’m meant to be intimidating.”
“how could anyone be scared of you? you’re reading the hunger games.”
“very funny, i can be scary and enjoy the hunger games.”
“are you team peeta or gale?”
“definitely peeta, he was smart and a romantic,” tangerine said, like he had thought about it a lot before.
“oh so you’re a romantic that adds to your scariness.”
“you’re bullying me, you’re a bully,” he pinched your side, enjoying the way you squirmed into him.
you yawned and put your head on his shoulder. he repositioned his arm that was around your shoulder and started stroking your hair.
“are you tired darling?”
you blinked sluggishly, “yeah… i should probably go-”
you started to get up but was stopped and cut off by tangerine.
“no, stay,” he held onto you, “you just relax.”
you bite your lip anxiously but try to relax into him again. you stared at the book in his hand, studying the mockingjay symbol on the cover.
“what’s on your mind pet?”
you felt your neck heat up at the unfamiliar nickname, “uh can you maybe read to me?”
“you want me to read to you?”
you nodded.
“you sure you’ll be able to understand with the accent?”
“you’re british not an alien, i can understand you fine.”
“okay.” he pulled you close, you settled with your head on his chest and his arm comfortably around you. he smiled down at you, silently grateful that you couldn’t see the way he was looking at you, “you ready?”
“yeah,”
“okay darling,” he took his focus off you and onto the book, “i’m still in a daze for the first part of peeta’s interview. he has the audience from the get-go, though; i can hear them laughing, shouting out. he plays up the baker’s son thing, comparing tributes to the bread from their districts.”
“what would your strategy be in the interviews?” you asked.
“i’m not sure.”
“i don’t think you could pull off the charming thing.”
“wow, thanks love your doing wonders for my self esteem,” he replied sarcastically.
you smiled, “no that’s not what i meant, you’re plenty charming, i just think you’d be better as one of those career tributes everyone is scared of.”
“i thought you said i wasn’t scary?”
“shhh that was minutes ago you should’ve forgotten about that by now, just keep reading.”
“right sorry,” he laughed slightly, “then he has a funny anecdote about the perils of the capital showers. ‘tell me, do i still smell like roses?’ he asks caesar, and then there's a whole run where they take turns sniffing each other that brings down the house.”
“maybe you would be charming, you always smell really nice.”
“thank you, darling,” he kissed your forehead and pulled you impossibly closer, “you smell nice too.”
you smiled and adjusted your position so you could hold onto his shirt.
“i’m coming back into focus when caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home.” he continued, “peeta hesitates, then gives him an unconvincing shake of his head. ‘handsome lad like you. there must be some special girl. come on what’s her name?’ says caesar. peeta sighs. ‘well there is this one girl. i’ve had a crush on her ever since i can remember. but i’m pretty sure she didn’t know i was alive before the reaping.’”
tangerine glanced down at you half surprised and half disappointed you didn’t interrupt again. he liked listening to you talk.
your breathing had evened and your eyes had closed. you’d fallen asleep against him. he bookmarked the book and placed it on his side table. he carefully reached down, grabbed the quilt and pulled it over the both of you.
“goodnight, love.” he kissed your cheek gently.
—
lemon woke up the next morning and stumbled into the kitchen, prepared to see tangerine already up and cooking breakfast for the three of you. he was shocked to find the kitchen empty, no trace of you or tangerine.
he looked over at both your bedroom doors and saw yours open and empty. weird. you were usually the last awake, having to be woken up by one of the twins.
lemon walked over to tangerine’s door and opened it, “hey bruv have you seen-” he cut himself off looking down at the scene in front of him.
you were asleep in tangerine’s arms and he was holding you close. he was awake and staring down at you, playing with your hair and gently tracing your features as you slept.
lemon snickered, “whats going on here, then?”
“shut the fuck up,” tangerine immediately fired back but lemon knew it was less harsh than it usually was. despite all the teasing tangerine knew he’d get, he was happy.
“this is cute, it really is.” lemon quipped, “but i have no clue how to make breakfast so please get up soon.”
“i’m not interrupting her sleep just cause your fucking incompetent.”
“fine, just don’t blame me if i burn this place down trying to make toast,” lemon started to leave.
“stop, just wait ten minutes then i’ll make you some fucking food.”
“thanks bruv, really appreciate it.”
“whatever.”
lemon left and tangerine was alone with you again.
tangerine moved your hair away from your face, “sweetheart?” he kissed your forehead, “if you don’t wake up soon the smoke alarm will probably wake you.”
you stretched slightly and snuggled into tangerine more, “this is nicer than the way lemon wakes me up.”
“if we don’t get up soon lemon is gonna try to cook,” he held your face and kissed you cheek gently.
“we can’t have that he’ll probably poison us all,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, “why is your bed comfier than mine?”
“because i actually make mine?” he got up and stared down at you still wrapped in the blanket.
“ha ha,” you laughed dryly and fell back into the bed.
you closed your eyes again and settled back into the bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. it really was a comfortable bed.
your peaceful rest was interrupted by getting lifted into the air.
your eyes flew open as tangerine picked you up, carrying you into the kitchen. you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tightly.
"what the fuck are you doing, you fucking numpty!?"
"you looked peaceful i didn't want to have to wake you again."
"well it didn't fucking work you twat."
"sorry, love," he set you down on the kitchen bench and kissed you cheek, "but you look cute when your annoyed."
you felt your face heat slightly and turned your face away from him.
"stop flirting and make me breakfast." lemon interrupted.
"you could say please, you wanker," tangerine snapped at him.
"please, make us breakfast, please, mr. fruit?" you said giving your best puppy dog eyes.
"for you, not for him, darling."
you smiled, "thank you, tan."
“you’re a twat,” lemon added.
tangerine flipped lemon off and started making pancakes. you jumped off the kitchen bench and moved over to the kettle, checking it was full before boiling it.
“lemon, do you want a cuppa?”
“yeah,” lemon mumbled, distracted by his comic.
tangerine whacked lemon up the side of his head.
“yes please, sweetheart," lemon corrected himself.
“thanks lem,” you laughed slightly at the sibling abuse.
the kettle flicked off and you finished making the three cups of tea and handed one to lemon who smiled in thanks. you walked over to tangerine and placed one on the counter in front of him.
tangerine grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss on the cheek, “thank you pet.”
you pulled away from him and started drinking your own cup, watching tangerine as he cooked and plated the golden pancakes.
“so did you two fuck last night?” lemon abruptly asked.
you choked on your tea and tangerines head snapped up to glare at him.
“no we slept together,” tangerine slowly replied.
lemon snorts, “i thought that was the same thing.”
“no you bellend we actually just slept, we were tired,” tangerine snapped.
you gulped down the rest of your tea and quickly placed your mug in the sink, “i’m gonna go shower boys, please save me some pancakes.” you smiled at the both and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
once you were gone lemon spoke up again, “you gonna tell her you love her yet?"
“shut up,” tangerine hissed, glancing at the shut bathroom door.
“she likes you too you know.”
tangerine didn’t respond for a few seconds, “really?”
“you’re in love with each other you both just fucking stupid.”
and for once tangerine didn’t feel the need to throw an insult back, he just reveled at the thought that you could like him too.
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i haven't seen anyone talking about it but fuches protecting john? when he was the one who put him in harms way in the first place? fuches watching barry hold his son? it gave me a lot of feelings
fuches was leaving the building with john was he planning on taking john? sally was right there yelling for him fuches could have let john stay with his mum but he took him if barry wasn't there was he going to take him? or did he take john outside away from all the bodies in an attempt to break the cycle and steer john away from the violence?
i don't know the finale broke me
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stupid
word count: 867
cw: idiots in love, mutual pining, drugs mention
a/n: i disappear for months and come back with a remus blurb!! its the same remus and r as look after each other but you don't have to read that
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remus didn’t knock on your door. he had stopped knocking on your door a few months after you moved in.
there was soft, old music coming from your kitchen and a smile crossed his face. he could picture you before he saw you, twirling around the kitchen making some sort of soft pastry he was sure he’d end up ‘taste testing’ before they were all done.
sure enough, when he entered the kitchen there you were, twirling around in fluffy pyjama pants patterned with cartoon characters and a tight-fitting tank top that he couldn't help but linger on. he clumsily leant on the doorframe and smiled as you swayed your hips and sang along quietly to the music.
“i can’t do my homework and i can’t think straight,
i meet her every morning ‘bout a half past eight, ”
you were rolling cinnamon rolls and placing them into a baking tin. your hair was pulled into a loose ponytail causing some pieces to fall out and lay across your face and neck. remus’ smile grew at the way your nose scrunched when a piece got in your eye.
“i’m acting like a lovesick fool,
you’ve even got me carrying your books to school, ”
its a song he had heard you listen to you before but never sing along to, so he was thoroughly enjoying it. there was a small homemade bracelet on your wrist that matched one that remus was wearing under his sweater.
“hey hey, set me free,
stupid cupid stop picking on me, ”
you spun around and finally noticed remus making you yelp in surprise, “remus when did you get here.”
it takes him a moment to process your words and slowly blinks, “uh about a minute ago?”
you hummed in response and covered the tin with a towel and place it in the fridge, “how was sirius’?”
“it was good,” he watched you set an alarm on your phone and moved closer, leaning over the bench to observe you.
“did you drive home? i thought you were gonna smoke, i don’t like you driving while high remmy.” you frowned and washed your hands off.
“no james and lily dropped me off.”
“they weren’t high?”
“lily wasn’t there she just came to pick me and james up.”
“good.” you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug.
remus wrapped his arms around you and held you close. he buried his nose in your hair and inahled deeply. the smell of cinnamon around the room couldn’t compare to the way it clung to your hair and skin.
you looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, scrunching your nose at the scratchy feeling of his stubble. he looked down at you with a similar look of adoration and kissed your forehead in response.
both of you soaked up each other's presence, just stayed together inside the warm kitchen.
the song changed over and you had matching smiles across your faces. remus grasped your hands and pulled away slightly to wrap one arm around your waist.
you giggled and wrapped your hand not holding his around his neck, “you gonna dance with me rem?”
“you’re lucky i’m high,” he grumbled.
i know i stand in line
until you think you have the time
to spend an evening with me
remus was a perfect gentleman, you’d thought so when you met him. not in the traditional way - he was a drug dealer - but he always did the little things. opening drinks and doors for you, helping you to bed and holding your hair back when you drink too much, always keeping snacks and water for you in his car, and now, dancing with him in your kitchen, you are certain that in his own untraditional way, he was perfect.
and if we go some place to dance
i know there is a chance
you won’t be leaving with me
he spun you around as gracefully as he could and you let out a loud giggle before falling back into him and he swears his heart grows. if purgatory was where he were bound he was certain the memory of that laugh could keep him sane.
then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
and share a drink or two
you both moved closer to each other. you could feel his breath on your cheek. his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but the words wouldn’t come to him.
and then i go and spoil it all
by saying somethin’ stupid like ‘i love you’
he closed his mouth and leaned down to kiss your cheek instead, “you look beautiful.”
the sincerity in his voice caused your breath to catch in your through and it took a second to formulate a response, “you're so handsome remmy.”
your hand traced a scar on his lip, you wanted to kiss him.
so you pulled away.
you couldn’t. so instead you rested your head on his shoulder and continued to sway to the music with him.
it was better to have him as a friend and suffer the pain in your heart than to not have him at all.
#remus lupin x reader#dealer!remus#dealer!remus x reader#remus lupin fluff#domestic remus lupin#baker!reader#dealer!remus x baker!reader
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i love this series so fucking much holy shit this chapter was amazing <33333
Have I found you, flightless bird? (3/?)
Pairing: Soft!Dark!Tangerine x Fem!Crybaby!Reader
Summary: You have very mixed feelings on your first official day with Tangerine.
Chapter Warnings: Panic attack, bad/mean parents, a bit of stockholm syndrome
Word Count: 6.9k
A/N: This is not edited, enjoy and thank you again for being patient with me.
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Okay! So I saw your requests was open and I was thinking with white death when the reader comes home hurt because one of his enemies attacks her and he gets upset but takes care of the reader and stays by her side wile he sends off men to find and kill whoever hurt his love?(F!Reader if you could!) if you have time to do this🫶🏻
safe with you
word count: 2k
cw: ILLUSIONS TO SEXUAL ASSULT, assault, hurt/comfort?, wound cleaning,
a/n: will i ever stop putting clockwork orange references in my work? probably not. also i do not speak russian so im sorry if the pet names are not correct
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near his compound, there was a small town. it was full of friendly people - well they were friendly to you; you could never know if people were actually being friendly or if they just feared him.
you went to the small town often, it was close enough that he didn't mind you going on your own, he had enough of a reputation that no one would so much as look at you badly.
it was a warm day, warm enough for you to wear the new sundress he got you the week prior. you had already been to the small fruit and vegetable shop you were fond of and were heading to get a cold drink at the local cafe before returning home when you heard heavy footsteps behind you.
"hey sweetheart!" someone called out behind you so you picked up your pace, trying to move quicker to the small cafe.
"don't be like that, we just want to talk." another voice called.
for some reason you didn't believe them.
you made the mistake of looking behind you.
there were three men, all bigger than you dressed in all black. as soon as you made eye contact with them, they took off running towards you. you ran too but they had a head start. the biggest of the three grabbed you quickly and dragged you into a dark alley.
if you weren't so panicked you'd roll your eyes at the cliché.
the one who grabbed you spun you around so you were facing them and slammed you into the rough wall.
"huh. seein' you up close it suddenly makes sense why he keeps you close." the one holding you sneered in your face. he smelled like beer and tobacco, and you had to suppress a gag.
the guy on the right got much too close to you for your liking, "if i were old deathy i'd be pretty upset if somethin' happened to a pretty little toy like you. what do you think pete?"
the third guy, pete apparently, settled one of his hands in your hair, "i think if something happened to one of these pretty hairs then that would send quite the message to mr. death."
your panic increased. you started struggling harder against the men but they just pushed you harder into the wall.
the guy on your right grabbed your cheek forcing you to look at him, "hey hey hey stop squirming sweetheart." you felt something cold and sharp poke into your side, "wouldn't wanna rip your pretty dress now would we?"
you went deadly still. you could feel the tears start to well in your eyes, but you kept eye contact.
pete gripped your lower thigh below your dress hem and slowly started feeling upwards, "there are other ways we could send our message."
luckily for you the one holding you against the wall slapped his hand away, "no."
"no? be honest georgie, look at her. you saying you don't want to hit that?" pete spoke and looked at you in such a derogatory way it made your skin crawl.
the one holding the blade to you interrupted before georgie could respond, "no, i wanna see if the toy can bleed." he dragged the blade up, pressing harshly into the material of your dress making small rips.
you tried to stay still, and he settled the knife against your throat. you couldn't help the whimper that escaped as you tried to press yourself more into the wall.
"your little boyfriend pissed us off sweetheart. but the man doesn't seem to care about a lot so it was hard to hit him back. imagine our surprise when we found out he was hidin' you." the knife had broken skin now and you could feel some blood start to trickle down your neck.
"oi the fuck are you doing?" a voice came out from the entrance of the alleyway, startling them all. three heads turned in sync of the noise but you stayed still, the pressure of your throat only loosening slightly.
"piss off its none of your business." pete yelled out.
"it is if you've got white deaths girl there." another voice responded. the blade moved from your throat enough for you to turn your head. to your relief it was two men you recognised from the compound, aiko and rin.
the two men approached and georgie loosed the hold he had on you enough for you to run past them. aiko grabbed your hands as pulled you close to inspect the wound on your neck while rin approached the trio and threatened them, softly enough so you couldn't hear.
rin joined you and aiko and started leading you away wordlessly to their car to take you back to the compound.
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you walked in guided by aiko. you were close with aiko and rin as they were among of white deaths most trusted, meaning they were trusted to be around you.
aiko kept his hand high on your back as he left you to white deaths office and you couldn't help the fear that came back to you.
"sir?" rin knocked on the door, gently pushing it open. aiko gently tapped you on the back, wordlessly signalling you to enter first.
you enter keeping your eyes firmly on the floor, not wanting to meet his intense gaze just yet.
you heard him move and felt his strong hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him but you refused to meet his eye, "любимая."
at the familiar pet name you finally met his eyes. he looked mad. "what happened."
you felt your chin wobble and the tears you had been so desperately fighting finally fall down your cheeks. he broke your gaze and looked over to rin and aiko who were standing behind you.
rin started explained but you didn't listen. you just stared at his hands trying to forget about what had happened. you reached out to grab the hand that wasn't on your chin and held it, tracing the old tattoos.
he spared a few glances down at you. his thumb gently drew circles on the side of your jaw and he stepped closer to you. if it was anyone else it would feel like someone invading your space but he made you feel safe.
you didn't notice rin and aiko leave but you did notice him pulling his hands away to wrap his arms around you, "are you okay, родная?"
you shook your head against his chest, trying desperately to calm yourself down. he rubbed his hand up and down your back soothingly.
you don't know how long you stood there in the entry to his office, quietly sobbing in his arms. he didn't rush you, he waited for you to pull away before he rested his hand on your cheek, "what happened?"
you swallowed, trying to find your voice again, "didn't rin tell you?"
"he told me what he saw but he wasn't there the whole time."
"they uh." you breathing increased again so he silently led you over to his desk. he sat down and pulled you onto his lap. you sat sideways leaning against his chest.
"take your time родная."
you took a breath and tried again, "they grabbed me while i was walking and took my down an alley." his hand starting rubbing up and down your arm again, "they held me against the wall a-and were talking about stuff, getting back at you." his hold tightened on you but you continued, "he held a knife to my side and then put it at my neck. they um. one of them he touched my thigh and made a joke about-" you couldn't finish that sentence, but he knew what you meant.
he was quiet for a while and you appreciated it, simply leaning on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
"любимая." he spoke softly, successfully pulling your attention, "i am sorry. nothing like this will ever happen to you again. those men will pay for what they did to you."
he leans down and kisses your forehead. you hum contently and wiggle impossibly closer to him, "yeah i know."
"can we go to our room? i want to clean your neck."
you were reminded of the small stinging pain you still feel on your throat and nodded in response despite not wanting to get up.
he knew this of course so he carried you to your bedroom. he pushed the door open with his foot, not faltering his hold on you for a second until he could gently put you down on your bed.
you sat up on the bed and watched him move around the room to grab the first aid kit you kept in there. he returned in front of you, on his knees. he gently reached up and stroked the cut before opening up the small box and pulling out some alcohol wipes.
"i am sorry, родная, this may sting." he did his best to be gentle but you still flinched away from the cold wipe on your neck.
you observed him while he did this. he always looked beautiful while focused. you reached your hand down to tuck some of his hair behind his ear. he smiled fondly at the gesture.
he moved to discard the wipes and grabbed a large band aid. he titled your head up and applied it to the cut.
"all done любимая. do you want to have a bath." he sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap again.
you shook your head and started chewing on your bottom lip nervously. his hand cupped your face and he gently pulled your lip from between your teeth.
"don't. what are you nervous about?"
"can you just stay with me? all night please." you hated how wobbly your voice still was.
his grip on your jaw tightened and he guided your face up to kiss you. he kissed you softly, carefully, like he thought you may break.
"of course, родная, i'll stay as long as you desire."
you kissed him again, more firmly than he kissed you. you reached your arms around his neck and pulled him as close as you could, "please don't leave me alone."
"never." he stood up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him. he moved to his wardrobe and placed you on the ground as gently as possible.
he kissed your cheek and softly asked permission to undress you, which you granted. he took off your dress and carefully placed it in a hamper nearby.
"it was a beautiful dress родная." you couldn't help the heat that rose in your neck. even after so long being together he still made you flustered.
he grabbed one of his own dress shirts that fit you like a dress and slipped it onto your body, buttoning up a minimal number of buttons. he picked you up and held you tightly to his side, resuming your position from before.
he laid you down on the bed and quickly went to change. he came back and slid into bed next to you. immediately you curled up into his side and laid your head on his chest.
you couldn't help the fear left over from the day returning. you felt your hands starts to shake slightly and he, of course, took notice.
"how can i help you любимая?"
you grabbed his hand and moved it down your thigh onto the same place that bastard touched. his eyebrows scrunched slightly in confusion but let you continue.
you moved his hand over every place they touched. from where you were groped, to where you were held against the wall and then finally to where the blade was held against you.
by the time you settled his hand over the band aid on your throat he had realised what you were doing. he moved so he was hovering above you and started manoeuvring himself to kiss every place you had him touch.
he spoke between kisses, "no one," kiss "but me," kiss "will ever," kiss "touch," kiss "you again." he moved up to kiss your lips firmly and passionately.
he pulled away and cradled your face before retaking your positions from before.
your head rested over his heart and you could again heart the soft thumps. for the first time that day you felt totally calm.
you would always be safe with him.
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translations:
родная - my dear
любимая - darlingp
#white death x reader#the white death x reader#white death#the white death#bullet train#bullet train 2022#bullet train x reader
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insomnia, tea and clockwork oranges
tangerine x reader
word count: 1.3k
cw: swearing, reader uses some british slang, bad clockwork orange references, mentions of sexual stuff, mentions of drugs, tangerine being a therapy friend, is it ooc? maybe but i don't care
a/n: i kind of hate this but i'm only halfway through the other tangerine fic im writing
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you were exhausted.
the mission was exhausting but you had finally completed it. working with the twins always went well but they were tiring after a while.
you couldn't sleep though. days of running on adrenaline and wishing you were home in your bed and now that you could finally crash in the house you all rented for the night and you were wide awake.
you gave up on your miserable attempt on counting sheep and decided to exit your small room for the night and go make yourself some tea.
you walked into the kitchen and found the kettle, mugs, teabags and sugar and started boiling the water.
"can't sleep either?"
"jesus fucking christ." you held your hand over your heart as you turned around and faced the living room adjacent to the kitchen. tangerine was still awake, sitting on the couch holding a book. "you scared the shit out of me."
he smirked as he looked you up and down, "sorry love, i didn't think anyone would still be awake."
"neither did i," you moved to start preparing your cup now that your heart rate had calmed down, "you want a cuppa?"
"sure."
"sugar? milk?" you moved to grab another mug.
"nah."
you scrunched up your nose in surprise, "really? that's fuckin' gross."
"whaddya mean gross? it's classic."
"disgusting."
"the best way to have tea."
"without milk and sugar, it isn't tea, it's leaf soup."
"leaf soup? the fuck you talkin' 'bout darlin'"
the kettle flicking off interrupted the response on the edge of your tongue and instead you moved over to pour the hot water. you silently finished making the cups of tea, ignoring the feeling of tangerine's gaze on you.
once done you moved over to the living room and placed both mugs on the coffee table before flopping down next to tangerine on the couch. you adjusted so you were sat crossed legged, close enough to tangerine for your knees to knock against each other.
you reached over and grabbed your drink, blowing on it slightly and taking a sip, "why are you still awake."
he shrugged slightly and reached for his own mug, "post kill adrenaline i guess. what about you?"
"i had to sell the sheep i usually count to feed my pet orphans." you joked as your eyes wandered to the book he placed on the table, "you were reading."
"yeah what's wrong with that?" he bit back quickly and defensively.
"fucking hell, chill out dude," you giggled slightly at his defensiveness, "i guess i just never pictured you reading. i mean i know you're well read and all but reading is a relaxing activity and i've never seen you relaxed."
"oh." his eyebrows knitted in confusion at your small rant.
"so what book are you reading?"
"a clockwork orange."
you can't help but snort, "never mind that explains it."
as quick as it left his defensiveness returned, "explains what?"
"you don't relax while reading a clockwork orange. it's a good book and all but it ain't relaxing."
"you've read a clockwork orange?"
"of course. brainwashing, rape, murder, violence, reminds me of our lives except more dramatic. and i don't get my drugs from milk. and classical music doesn't make me cum."
he laughed at that, "you get off other places do you love?"
"oh yeah screamo music or the teletubbies theme are the only songs i use to get off." you responded with mock seriousness.
he smiled again, "personally i prefer black metal." he matched your tone, and you returned his grin, "if you don't read this shit what do you read?"
"porn." you smirk at him.
his smiles drops slightly, "you do that a lot y'know."
"what? read porn? darn i thought i hid it so well."
"no," he rolled his eyes, "the joking. you always do it to avoid things that make you uncomfortable."
it was your turn to get defensive, "i'm sorry?"
"lemon pointed it out a few days ago, i hadn't really noticed before he said it actually but it's true."
"i do not."
"why can't you sleep."
you had to swallow the sarcastic comment that instinctively wanted to claw its way out, "i dunno, left over adrenaline or whatever shit you said."
"you're lying." he said simply and moved to place his half empty mug back on the table next to the worn copy of clockwork orange.
"so? why do you care?" you copied his actions placing your own almost empty drink back down.
he moved his hand so it was on your knee and started tracing small, comforting circles. he used his other hand to grab your jaw, forcing eye contact, "i don't know much 'bout personalities and all that shit that's lemons stuff."
"yes i realised that when i encountered your own unlikeable personality."
his eyes narrowed slightly but he otherwise ignored your snark, "but you seem to be avoiding vulnerability, love."
you pulled away from him. moving your knee away and pulling your face away from his large hand, "no 'm not."
tangerine didn't respond. he simply kept looking at you, like he could see your resolve crumbling, "you don't have to tell me but i don't enjoy being lied to."
you couldn't believe you were considering talking to him about feelings. sure, you were close, you'd been on countless missions together and trusted him completely but this?
he didn't say anything further but he did replace his hand on your knee continuing rubbing his thumb.
fuck you hated him at the moment.
"i don't feel safe."
he didn't say anything, didn't even falter his movements, just looked at you and waited for you to continue.
"i get nightmares and paranoid after all the fuckin' shit you see in this job." you look down, not liking his eye contact, "i don't feel safe tryin' to sleep."
much to your relief he spoke again, "do you trust me?"
your eyes knitted together in confusion, "yeah tan 'f course."
"lay down."
"what?"
he shuffled closer to the armrest, "you can't sleep. neither can i. so just lay down and relax and we'll stay up together." he pat his lap and looked at you expectantly.
"yeah, okay whatever." you breathed out and shuffled around until you were laying comfortably with your head in his lap and your legs curled up on the couch.
he started running his hand through your hair, smoothing it away from your face, "what’s it going to be then, eh?"
you can't help but smile up at him, "an unlimited supply of milk laced with ecstasy and classical music so good it makes me horny and violent?"
"don't think we'd be able to do all that tonight love."
"oh well i can settle for two weeks straight of horribly gory murder movies."
"yes but you'd have to be violently ill while doing so."
"i think if i got conditioned to hate violence i'd be out of a job."
"well, we can't have that."
"yeah. you'd miss me too much." you couldn't fight the yawn that crept up on you.
tangerine's other hand came down to rest on your cheek, his big hand almost covering your face, "tired, darlin'?"
you froze looking up and glaring, "how'd you do that are you a witch?"
"it's a secret, don't fight it just tell me more about your life as a droog."
"i don't think i'd be a droog."
"no?"
"nah i'd be one of the coppers they seem to have more fun."
"if you were a copper your job would be catching me."
"you wouldn't stand a chance."
"i think i’d be able to evade you for a while."
"nope." you unconsciously wiggled closer into him and yawned again, "what we should do is team up."
"oh yeah?"
"yeah, you snitch on your enemies and i arrest them. win, win scenario."
"how do i know you won't turn against me?"
"i like you too much." your eyes slowly closed, and you finally started sleeping.
tangerine smiled down at you, "yeah, i like you a lot too."
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#tangerine x reader#tangerine#tangerine bullet train#bullet train#bullet train 2022#bullet train x reader#tangerine x you
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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
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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.
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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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look after each other
dealer!remus lupin x baker!reader
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cw: pining, idiots in love, drug use, tension
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remus always knows when you're upset.
remus watched as you were finishing the strawberry tarts. he was not so sneakily stealing strawberries as you hummed along to the soft music pouring out of the speakers. it was friday night but you wanted to drop them off to mrs silvia tonight so you could sleep in tomorrow. mrs silvia was a kind older woman who lived alone and spoke with an accent neither of you could place - though you did enjoy speculating about it - and every week she would order some kind of baked good from you.
you put them all neatly in a box and said you'd be quick even though both of you knew that wasn't true. she only lived two floors below you but mrs silvia always chatted for just a tad too long whenever she saw either of you.
so, seventeen minutes later and counting he was browsing through netflix waiting for your return. it was his pick tonight and he knew no matter what he chose you'd tease him about it, but he didn't mind. just as he was starting to get restless you return. you smile softly at him as you lean on the doorframe for stability while you tug your shoes off.
remus returns your smile and stares at you intently. his gaze feels sharp on you, you always feel exposed under his stare, like he can see all of your secrets.
you start walking to the couch and flop down on the side closest to the door and run a hand over your face, feeling exhausted. remus cocks his head as his eyes follow you, squinting slightly as he continues study you.
“what’s wrong, angel?”
you met his gaze and glared playfully “nothin’. what's wrong with you remmy?”
he glares back and scrunches his nose up “don't lie, sweetheart it’s not a good habit.”
“says the drug dealer.”
“bunny” you hate that tone. it makes you want to tell him every little thought going through your brain.
“‘m just tired rem. and my feet hurt those shoes are cute, but fuck do they hurt”
he smiles slightly before he furrows his brows. he noticed your absence over the past few weeks, spending less time with him and working more. he pulls your feet onto his lap and starts massaging them. you sigh contently shuffle around getting comfortable and mumble out a small “thank you” he only hums in response “what movie did you pick?” you ask.
“a new hope”
“again?” you ask in a teasing tone.
“yeah. whatchu got against episode 4?”
“nothin’ just the prequels are better."
“you only say that cause you think hayden christiensen is hot." he rolls his eyes.
“well yeah and ewan mcgregor but carrie fisher is gorgeous so that's not my reasoning. i like the storyline of the prequels better that’s all.”
“you kiddin’ me love? nothing beats watchin’ luke destroy the death star."
“nope wrong anakin and obi wans fight is the best. episode 3 is superior.” you yawn starting to feel the exhaustion catching up to you.
remus gently smiles and rubs small circles on your ankle “how ‘bout we compromise, bunny? we’ll watch revenge of the sith then new hope. that way we both get our favourites."
you pretend to consider this and over exaggeratedly tap your chin in thought “m’kay remmy you got yourself a deal.” you hold your hand out to shake. he takes it and squeezes gently.
“go get changed baby i’ll make the popcorn.” he taps your foot to signal them to move so you slide them to the floor.
“can i borrow one of your sweaters?”
“i left one on your bed angel.”
“you’re the best remsy.”
he scrunches his nose up at the nickname and watches you disappear into your bedroom. you smile as you enter your room upon the sight of one of remus’ brown sweaters folded on your bed. you undress before pulling on the sweater, a pair of comfy boxer briefs and some fluffy socks.
once you’re done you go back into the living room to see remus with a bowl of popcorn and and two cups of tea on the coffee table. he’d taken off his own sweater and was now just relaxing on your couch in his faded graphic tee and grey sweatpants. he’s fiddling with the remote loading up revenge of the sith.
“hey pretty boy.” you give him a tired smile.
“hey bunny. c’mere.” you fall onto the couch and remus pulls you into him, loving his arms around you and letting your head loll onto his chest. you lean back and look up to him grinning at him. “y’ready for a subpar star wars movie?"
“if by subpar you mean the bestest most awesomest star wars movie then yes.”
“whatever you wanna believe, love.”
he only half watches the movie. you’d watched them together plenty of time before anyway, he was more interested in watching you. he saw you grow slowly more and more tired.
just as padme gives birth, you start snoring lightly against his chest. he pushes some stray hairs out of your face and kisses your forehead. “g’night bunny.”
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and you always take care of remus.
the upbeat knocks on his door jolts remus out of his half asleep state sprawled out on his worn out couch. he sighs as he rises and cracks his back on the short walk to the door.
he swings it open to reveal a familiar smiling face holding a loaf of some kind of bread. he can't help but mirror your smile as he steps aside to invite you in.
“i heard you arrive home 20 minutes ago but i wanted to finish making my banana bread first so i could bring you some” you ramble on while heading towards the kitchen and placing it down on the small breakfast bar, then turning to face him again “mrs. silvia gave me some bananas yesterday apparently her son-” you’re cut off by remus’ arms wrapping around you and his head burying itself in your neck.
you softly start to run your hands through his hair while your other arm returns his impromptu hug. “you doin’ okay remmy?” you question softly but instead of responding his arms just tighten around you.
you furrow your brows and lean back slightly to grab his jaw and look into his eyes. “you high rem?”
“mhmm”
“wanna go to bed?”
a beat passes before he slowly nods into your neck. you slowly untangle yourself from him and pull him into his bedroom. you face him and reach up to run your hands through his hair and down his face. he leans into your touch and closes his eyes. you move your hands lower and reach for the bottom of his sweater and slowly pull it over his head and onto the floor. he pulls you into a hug again and your arms go around your waist and lean into him.
“remus dear?”
“yeah love?”
“please don’t take this the wrong way but when was the last time you showered?”
“um… maybe 4 days ago?”
“rem?”
“yes?”
“can i run you a bath?”
“please angel.”
you giggle as you pull away and walk into his bathroom to start drawing a bath. there were plenty of bath products there already you had gifted him after you taught him how to use them properly. remus lingers in the doorway watching you intently.
you can feel him lingering “strip, lupin.”
“if you wanted to see me naked pet you could've just asked.” he pulls his shirt off before fumbling with his jeans. he struggles a lot with the button before huffing and leaning against the wall. “babyyyy i need help.”
you sigh softly and move closer to him and undo his jeans “you got it from here pretty boy?” you tease lightly.
“you think i’m pretty?”
“course darlin’”
he smiles and feels his face heat up. your comments always affect him more when he’s high.
you watch him shyly turn his head away and smile fondly “the baths ready hon’ do ya need anythin’ else?”
he shakes his head, and you leave the room. once you hear the small click of the door closing you turn and head towards the kitchen. you cut up some of the banana bread and get two glasses of water. you take them to his bedroom and place them on his bedside table. you move around the room, lighting the few candles you had bought for him and grabbing some clean clothes for him.
you knock on the bathroom door “rem, can i come in?”
“yeah, love.” his muffled voice replies.
you walk in and smile down at him. there were enough bubbles in the bath to preserve his modesty (not that he would have cared anyway) so you could only really see his shoulder and above. “i brought you some clean clothes babe for whenever you’re ready.”
“thanks angel.” he smiles, and you leave again.
you grab some painkillers for his unavoidable hangover in the morning. you decide to change into one of remus’ t-shirts and a spare pair of sleep bottoms you left there. you go back into the kitchen and start making two cups of tea. you set out two mugs and chose the tea bags but just as you start adding the sugar you hear a groan coming from the bathroom. you abandoned the tea and rushed to the bathroom.
as you walk in you seem remus on the floor, shirtless, with one leg inside his pyjama pants.
you can’t help the small giggle that escaped at the sight. “need help sugar?”
“pleaseeee.” he gives you those stupid puppy dog eyes.
you help him to his feet and hold him to stabilise him while he puts his other leg into his pants. once his pants are securely on his hips you reach for his shirt and bunch it up to help him put his head through the hole. then, helping his arm goes into each sleeve. you smile and pat his chest.
you return to the kitchen and finish making the tea. you move to the sink to wash the teaspoon you used and the other few stray dishes when you feel his arms wrap around your waist. he snuggles into you and smells your hair. he starts slowly kissing your neck and rubbing small circles onto your hip bone with his hand.
“you’re being very affectionate,” you comment trying to come off as nonchalant despite leaning into his touch.
“i missed you.” he mumbled into your neck.
“you saw me this morning.”
“i know but it’s not enough.” he whines slightly in a way that is somehow endearing.
“seeing me every day isn’t enough? what did you take?” you snicker slightly.
“pads had some mushrooms. we’re not the right kind of close we need to be closer. i love you bunny.”
“i love you too remmy.”
“no not in the right way. not in the way i do.”
your breathe hitches. he was high. you force an insincere giggle “you’re so high baby. you ready for bed?”
“can you stay? please stay the night with me?”
“yeah, rem. i’ll stay.”
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