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THE ANGEL AND THE DEVIL | tangerine x reader

headcanons based off of this request on tangerine being the absolute softest boyfriend to his absolute sweetheart of a partner.

warnings - a little suggestive(?), mentions of violence

word count - 3.8k

song - no ordinary love - sade ⌁

main masterlist !!

tan - 🍊 | lem - 🍋 | you - 🍑

- HOW YOU MET -

- it's very cliché, but you two met at a café.

- it was exceedingly early in the morning.

- you usually didn't work this late (or early). your shifts were usually in the middle of the day, when the sun was shining brightly and the customers would pop in to work on their own separate projects.

- and you would've been working that shift, if a coworker of yours didn't ask you to fill in for her.

- you agreed to do it without a second thought, you were always pretty fond of helping people out whenever they needed it.

- just to see them smile in relief or to hear them praise you for being a 'saint' always made you feel warm inside.

- the harsh rainfall that occurred outside didn't bother you a single bit. you enjoyed the rain more than sunny weather, just the sound of the repeated pitter-patter beating against the window like an angelic tune soothed you like no other.

- you didn't really expect anyone to come into the coffee shop this early in the day, especially with how harsh the weather was. so, you were rather surprised to see a regular customer and what you assumed was his counterpart, enter the shop.

- lemon had become a regular after trying a slice of banoffee pie.

- you liked his name, you thought it was sort of silly to see such an intimidating man rock a name like lemon.

- you expressed your love of his name to him one day and he ended up giving you a nickname himself.

- "lemon, hi! it's so nice to see you. - 🍑

- "mornin', peach. this's ma twin brotha', tangerine." - 🍋

- you didn't admit it out loud but as soon as you made eye contact with him, you felt your stomach erupt like a volcano and your cheeks started to get warm at the sight of him.

- "hello! s'nice to meet you." - 🍑

- tangerine paused for a moment before gently nodding at you.

- to say he was caught off-guard by your gorgeous smile and kind eyes would be an understatement.

- he felt robbed.

- he went his entire life without knowing who you were and now that he's seen you he doesn't want to look away.

- you captivated him to say the least.

- "im guessing you'll have the regular?" - 🍑

- "yeah, but make it double." - 🍋

- as you were fixing their order, lemon and tangerine engaged in a small convo.

- "thas' peach, yeah?" - 🍊

- "yeah, real sweetheart'. makes the best banoffee pie. next time we come you outta try it." - 🍋

- tangerine only hummed as he kept his eyes focused on you. he couldn't really understand why you were so captivating to him.

- your aura was just so...soft and alluring.

- and your voice was simply just enchanting.

- it made him sick.

- he just met you, and there barely was any introduction.

- he shouldn't feel so…..entranced by you.

- he doesn't want to feel this way about you.

- just one look at you and he could tell that you were the type of person to burst into tears if someone even slightly raised their voice at you.

- how pathetic.

- you weren't soft or alluring to him. no.

- you were weak.

- he felt pity for you if anything.

- there was just no possible way he could be attracted to someone so...feeble.

- right? ..

- THE CRUSHING STAGE -

- he'd constantly tell himself that you're just some pathetic cafe worker, that held no importance to him.

- yet he can't seem to find the will to stay away from you.

- ever since he saw you behind that counter for the first time, an unfamiliar flutter started to thrash around in his chest and stomach.

- that feeling that he hated oh so much, only came around when he saw you.

- he despised you for it.

- but he also despised himself for not putting a stop to his visits.

- he could've easily gotten lemon to start picking up their orders once again, but then that meant he wouldn't be able to see you.

- and the urge to see you was too strong for him to resist.

- his thoughts would constantly scold and taunt him as he'd make his way to the cafe you worked at.

- his mind was telling him no, and saying that he should stay away from you. but his heart and body were screaming at the top of their lungs. begging and pleading to be around you.

- even if it was just for a small fleeting moment.

- sooner or later, you began to notice a spike in visits from tangerine.

- usually it'd just be lemon.

- but after you met tangerine, you started to see the both of them.

- and then it eventually just became tangerine.

- even though you missed the playful banter you and lemon would have, being able to see tangerine nearly everyday had to have been one of the sweetest treats you've ever received.

- tangerine was a bit more gaudy than the men you usually took an interest in.

- he was a rude and violent individual.

- there'd even be certain times where you'd cringe whenever he'd enter the shop.

- with the way he spoke to people you'd think he was completely nullified of any type of manners or emotions besides anger.

- until he started interacting with you.

- he'd talk to a random customer like this:

- "just grab ya fuckin' donut and go, ya cunt." - 🍊

- but as soon as he arrived at the counter and made eye-contact with you, his entire demeanor would change.

- " hey, how ya doin', love?" - 🍊

- his tone was completely different and his deeply furrowed eyebrows that were usually partnered with an annoyed frown were now nowhere to be found.

- it always made you feel more giddy than usual to see him turn on such a sweet persona for you.

- the interactions between you two were always fairly quick.

- greet each other, give him his order, and then send him off with a friendly wave and shy smile.

- it was a rather simple exchange, but it never failed to make your heart flutter.

- after a short while you'd start writing encouraging words on their to-go cups with a cute little animation on the side, hoping to brighten their day.

- have the best day today!! ♡ৎ(˶ ⍤ ˶)

- see you next time. this one was made with extra love! ૮ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ა

- i loved that tie you wore last time! blue looks nice on you. ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

- i hope lemon is doing well, i don't see much of him anymore. tell him i said hi. (๓´͈ ˘ '͈๓)

- on a particularly empty day in the cafe, tangerine decided to approach you about the sweet messages you wrote.

- "if i didn' know any better i'd think you were flirting wit' me." - 🍊

- you were embarrassed, because in a way you were.

- "i just thought encouraging words could be a helpful pickup for you." - 🍑

- before tangerine could reply, a man quickly rushed to the cash register that you were in front of and started shouting at you.

- "i told ya' 'm 'n a fuckin' rush! stop yer goddamn chit-chat and make my fuckin' order ya lazy harlot." - #!

- you were embarrassed. it wasn't the first time someone had talked to you like that, but the man said that in-front of your favorite customer, a person that you had taken a romantic liking to.

- "ah, im so sorry, sir. i-." - 🍑

- but before you could even finish your sentence, tangerine had already grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and had his face smushed against the counter top.

- you jumped back in shock, letting out a little yelp of fear as you brought your hands up to cover your mouth.

- "apologize to the lady and i won't beat ya' to a bloody pulp." - 🍊

- his voice was eerily calm as he held the man against the countertop.

- his eyes were blown wide open, a burning ferociousness present in his irises as he held the man against the countertop.

- "i-im sorry. please, jus' let me go." -#!

- the man's voice cracked and drool dribbled from his mouth as he was being held against the counter top. his once pale skin started to turn pink as he pathetically whimpered out apologies.

- tangerine looked towards you, his once burning gaze softening at your frightened stature.

- "you accept 'is apology?" - 🍊

- you froze before quickly nodding, afraid that if you spoke up, you'd stutter.

- that's all it took before tangerine released the man. his hands that were once forcing the perpetrator against the countertop were now fixing the cuffs on his suit.

- the stranger didn't even look at your face once he was released from tangerines hold, he immediately ran out of the cafe, leaving his money and food behind. (as well as a bit of dignity. if he had any left)

- tangerine grabbed a napkin that was nearby and wiped the drool off the counter, he even started picking up cups and stray napkins that fell off the counter top from the aggressive dispute.

- "you-um, you didn't have to do that." - 🍑

- he paused in his steps and stared at you for a brief moment.

- having him look so deeply into your eyes made you weak in the knees and slightly fearful of what his next move could be, in that moment you simply regretted speaking.

- "and just let 'em talk to you like that?" - 🍊

- he scoffed before shaking his head, throwing the used tissues away and leaning against the counter top to get closer to you.

- you lightly flinched as he reached his hand towards your face which made him 'tsk' at your jumpiness before cupping your cheek and wiping away a stray tear.

- "pretty girls like you don't deserve to be treated that way." - 🍊

- you didn't even realize that you were leaning into his touch until he brought his hand away.

- "have a g'day, peach." - 🍊

- you were awestruck at the events that occurred in the past 5 minutes, but as soon as you were able to recollect yourself you had decided then and there that you would show your appreciation for him the next time he came.

- and what better way to show your appreciation for someone other than baking them a tasty dessert?

- even though tangerine seems like the type of person to not like sugary things, you still ended up looking for a sweet treat to make him.

- and after some research you decided on making him a sizable amount of tangerine pudding. (in homage to his name.)

- you went to work earlier than usual to get started on your little project.

- the thought of making a new dessert that you've never tried to make before thrilled you, but the thought of making it as an appreciation gift for someone made it much more exhilarating and meaningful.

- it took a while to make it, but after a few failed attempts and small breaks to gather yourself, you had accomplished your goal of making one of the most perfect tangerine puddings imaginable.

- you were so happy and proud with your work, your excitement was almost able to erase any type of nerves you had.

- after admiring your work for a small moment you took a glance towards the clock and noticed how it was getting closer and closer to the time he'd usually arrive.

- once you fixed their usual order and put the pudding in the mini fridge under the counter that you were at, you patiently waited for tangerine.

- you didn't have to wait long, because just like clockwork, tangerine entered into the shop at the same time he usually did, looking as dashing as usual.

- you waved at him with a giddy smile, he returned a small genuine smile of his own while adjusting the lapels on his suit.

- "g'morning tan! i-uh, i made something special for you. i wanted to thank you for sticking up for me yesterday. i really appreciate it..." - 🍑

- you slid his usual order over to him before grabbing the pudding out of the mini fridge and setting it in front of him.

- "i don't know if you like sweet things, but i made you a tangerine flavored pudding." - 🍑

- tangerine couldn't help but let his once small smile grow into a wide grin.

- "really? you made all this for me?" - 🍊

- you nodded, biting your bottom lip to contain your excitement. (if only you knew how cute you looked to him.)

- he was about to bring the spoon up to his lips, but stopped himself before he could consume any.

- " do ya' wanna sit and enjoy it wit' me?" - 🍊

- "oh, i couldn't. im still on my shift and the reason i made it was for you to enjoy!" - 🍑

- "it won't be much of a treat if i don' have you there to enjoy it wit' me. 'ow bout i come back after your shift?" - 🍊

- "that...that would be great, yeah." - 🍑

- "good. until then, peach." - 🍊

- THE DATING STAGE -

- He has a very small and limited amount of tolerance for people.

- until it comes to you.

- Then he all of a sudden has all of the time and patience in the world.

- You could be drunkenly rambling about absolutely nothing and he'll just fondly look at you while gently rubbing your back, softly humming in agreement as if he understands anything you're saying.

- He adores taking you shopping.

- Just seeing you light up whenever you see a pretty dress or a stunning piece of jewelry will make him whip out his credit card at the speed of light.

- "ya' like that dress, bun? go try it on." - 🍊

- he'll make a whole day out of spoiling you.

- he'll sit back and sip champagne while you try on the most extravagant outfits that are made out of the finest material from all around the world.

- "get whateva' ya' want, sweets'." - 🍊

- tangerine also really enjoys picking out your outfits. especially for date night.

- he'll make sure you look nothing less than extravagant on your fancy dinner dates.

- he sometimes likes to match outfits, not too often though, it kinda throws him off and he simply just doesn't want to be that kind of couple.

- he'll only 'match' with you if it's solid colors. like black, blue, white/cream. nothing too bright or flashy.

- ladybug jokes around and often says tangerine's your sugar daddy.

- small side note, tangerine absolutely hates the dynamic you and ladybug have.

- ladybug and you have built a nice friendship over the years. you don't see him often, so whenever you do it's always a treat.

- tangerine would've already cut ladybugs arms off long ago, but you were always so pleased to see ladybug whenever you could, and how could he possibly strip you of something that brings you so much joy?

- ladybug is annoyingly spared...

- for now.

- you have caught tangerine on a couple occasions, casually slipping jewelry off of people and then offering it to you, in which you give him a disapproving look with your arms crossed.

- "it would suit you more, dove." - 🍊

- "tan, please go give that woman her bracelet back. i already have 4 just like that." - 🍑

- he'll glumly give the woman her bracelet back and tell her 'she dropped it' but you both know the truth.

- omg, any present that you give him will make him practically melt inside.

- he'll always amp up the gifts you give him, even if it's something he doesn't particularly like or care for.

- "what? you got this fa' me? love, ya' shouldn' have." - 🍊

- whole time it's an itchy ugly sweater that you saw while casually shopping.

- he'll never wear it on his own accord unless you ask him too. then he absolutely will, and he'll wear it with pride.

- why? because his baby got it for him.

- and lemon absolutely adores you more than anything.

- he treats you like his own little sister.

- he'll coddle you like you're the most fragile porcelain in the entire world.

- he gives the best bear hugs ever. he always holds you so tight, it's like being embraced by a warm, soft, cloud.

- lemon has an awful habit of casually barging into you and tangerines apartment without warning.

- let's just say, you and tangerine have learned to keep your intimate moments in the bedroom and lemon has learned to announce his arrival 3 minutes in advance through the phone.

- you and lemon tend to have long and deep meaningful conservations pretty often. you'll try to include tangerine and get his input on some things but he'll never interject.

- mainly, because he's still struggling to be vulnerable with the people he loves. it's a slow process but he's steadily getting there with the help of the two most important people in his life. :)

- you and lemon will talk about any and everything under the sun, from sports, to cooking shows, to disneyland, to funny little memories you've had in the past...basically everything!

- there's never a dull moment between you two.

- but along with being tangerines twin brother and growing up with him, they have some of the same characteristics.

- they both are extremely over protective of you.

- a few examples...

- ladybug says a joke out of hand while tangerine isn't around?

- he's getting a hard stare from lemon, that's partnered with a passive aggressive statement, and a warning pat on the shoulder.

- "oi, watch ya' mouth, yeah?" - 🍋

- you're walking to the grocery store and someone roughly bumps into you?

- lemon will grab them by their shoulders before turning them towards you and asking telling them to apologize.

- some sleazy dirtbag is hitting on you?

- lemon is pulling tangerine off of his bloody unconscious body.

- all in all you basically have two bodyguards.

- theyre both very protective of you, especially tangerine.

- if you ever came home with cuts or bruises because someone assaulted you, he would absolutely see nothing but red.

- he loves you, but there couldn't be enough begging and pleading in the world from you that would stop him from unleashing his wrath on whoever hurt you.

- even if it was just a shitty family member who got too drunk, tangerine doesn't care.

- he'd clean you up first, run a bath for you, wash your hair, and even order food for you. he'll really hold and comfort you like no tomorrow.

- but once he knows you've fallen fast asleep and you show no signs of waking up anytime soon... he's getting himself dressed to go on a personal mission of his own.

- even with lemon and tangerines protection, they worry about you when they're not there.

- which is why they taught you how to defend yourself.

- every other saturday or so, tangerine (sometimes along with lemon) will teach you how to defend yourself.

- it's a pretty grueling process, even when they go easy on you.

- "cmon' you're not hurtin' anyone with those pillow punches, darling. now, again. hit me." - 🍊

- "i-no. i don't wanna hurt you, tan." - 🍑

- "love, if ya' wanna be strong and able to defend yaself', ya have to train." - 🍊

- he says it so softly too :(

- he's always so gentle with you, it doesn't matter the situation or circumstance.

- if you're non-confrontational, he will bring certain things to your attention in the calmest way possible.

- he'll never address you aggressively or maliciously call you out of your name. he'd sooner die than treat you like he treats everyone else.

- it's honestly why arguments between you two don't happen often.

- you two get into disagreements sometimes but they've never led to shouting, storming out on each other, or throwing things out of anger.

- if you cry during one he will immediately drop it, doesn't matter what it's about, it couldn't have been that important.

- "no, no, no, dove. don't cry, m'sorry. please, don't cry," - 🍊

- he absolutely hates seeing you cry.

- it's like someone reached in his chest and physically tore his heart out and stomped on it infront of him. (a bit dramatic, but that's how he feels)

- he feels terrible.

- even if you're an overly-sensitive person and cry about nearly everything under the sun, he will still feel bad about making you cry.

- he never wants you to shed tears because of him. unless it's out of pleasure or pure happiness.

- and if someone else makes you cry?

- they will absolutely get the beating of a lifetime.

- there have been times random men have said incredibly rude things to you while tangerine was lingering around.

- it ends badly for them every time.

- it truthfully doesn't matter who it is.

- if tangerine even gets the slightest hint that you were upset by something someone said, he's making sure they're getting pulled out of the establishment in a stretcher.

- he tries his best not to bring his normally hot-headed attitude around you, but sometimes people are able to press just the right buttons that get him all riled up and now he's on edge.

- you can always tell when he's on edge.

- he's a bit more aggressive when he does mundane tasks and he's quietly cursing under his breath while roughly running his hands through his hair.

- "stupid cunt, he's lucky i ain' shoot 'em in front of 'is wife and kids." - 🍊

- and he's doing the dishes...^

- over time you've learned how to easily and quickly calm him down from his little tantrums.

- there are many different ways you could go about calming him down, but the easiest and most effective way is just beckoning him to come lay down on the couch/bed with you and giving him a head rub.

- little moments where you can just relax and hold each other are his all time favorites.

- you have a very comforting smell and presence that just immediately draws him to you.

- sometimes if his missions last longer than he'd like them to, he'll sneak one of your favorite bottles of perfume in his suit jacket.

- he won't use it, he'll just smell the inside of his jacket, it makes him feel comforted, like you're right next to him.

- but missions are always hard, it's just something you both won't ever get used to...

- you'll usually send the boys away by baking them a nice, sweet, tasty treat. it differs from pie, muffins, cupcakes, beignets, and much more.

- tangerine and lemon are both extremely comforted by your baking. they absolutely love it and talk about it quite often on their missions.

- "lucky bastard you are. if ma' girl could bake like this i'd marry her on the spot." - 🍋

- "sooner or later." - 🍊

- he's actually so whipped for you it's insane at this point.

- one of tangerines' favorites things to do is tease you.

- but not in a patronizing way.

- he just likes to see you get flustered, it gives him an incredibly huge confidence boost.

- he'll call you every pet-name under the sun to see you get all bashful and cute for him.

- "ya' look gorgeous as always, dove."

- "c'mere, bun."

- "sleep well, darling."

- "such a pretty thing you are."

- he knows it makes you feel a certain way and he finds it so adorable when you shy away from him because you're too nervous to look him in the eye.

- tangerine likes to act like he isn't completely whipped and in love with you, but he absolutely is.

- anything you ask for, he will get.

- you want a cat/dog even though he's allergic?

- it's all yours, just keep it out of the bedroom.

- you wanna go to paris?

- the hotel and flight are already booked, first class seats and a room with the most gorgeous view.

- you want him to bake with you even though he's not that good in the kitchen?

- the supplies are out and he's already wearing his 'kiss the cook' apron.

- overall, you truly are the love of tangerines life and he would rather die than to ever see you walk away from him.

- he protects you with his life, and he will continue to do so, until death do you part.

this one was much longer than my last one. this was a request from my lovely moot @kpopgirlbtssvt . i hope you enjoy, love!

- bunnie ᘏ⑅ᘏ

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nocturnest · 19 days

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Desperately need Tangerine snuggles😭😭🍊🍊 I could literally live and breathe 🍊 snuggles😭 What a snuggle bug of an assassin 🤧

OMG YESS we all do!! thank you for gracing me with more of these fabulous gifs - he would totally give the best snuggles - there would be nothing like 🍊 snuggles!

types of 🍊snuggles:

after a long day, he would come home to you sleeping and wrap his arms around you; you would reach for him unconsciously which would make him smile

usually, he's the big spoon and will wrap his arms around you, his face nuzzling your neck

that being said - tan would never admit it but he loves when you wrap his arms around him and spoon him when he's having a bad day

when he wants to relax with you, whether on the couch or in bed, your legs are tangled together while you have a moment of quiet comfort, watching one of your favorite films while he occasionally teases you about the silliness of some of the scenes and how they're unrealistic

he gets particularly feisty if you're watching a cooking show - he'll get really vocal if you're watching someone fuck up a dish. the attitude of restaurant owners and chefs on kitchen nightmares amazes him and he calls most of them "lousy cunts"

you just find his frustrations really endearing and he doesn't understand it

if you're ever scared while watching a movie, he'll let you lean completely into him, your head against his chest

for someone who's very verbal, he's not always very good at expressing exactly how he feels so he might just rest his forehead against yours

he'll do it especially if you're upset or crying, and he'll wipe your tears away as he holds you

sometimes he likes to be playful as he holds you and will tease you and make you work to receive his touch because he knows just how much he can affect you

if you're ticklish, he'll graze your side and then play innocent and pretend like nothing happened; he'll keep doing it until you crack - but it's even worse if you retaliate one day and find out that he's just as ticklish and he forces you, still fucking giggling, to not breathe a word of it to anyone (you'll tell lemon at some point - who is very happy to know this and to which tangerine will throw a fit and pretend to be mad at you)

tangerine likes laying in your lap after a long day and having you stroke his hair soothingly - it feels like fucking heaven to him so he'll definitely do the same for you

and of course, he's practically tied to you so when you're not snuggled up next to him, he'll always hold your hand - in public or not - to remind you that he'll always be there

@little-miss-dilf-lover @sebsbarnes @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @j23r23 @spookyspecterino @liukangsgirl @azureseacloud

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bertinworms · 1 month

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I Wish You Would

Pairings: Tangerine x gn!civilian!drunk!reader

Tags/Warnings: cursing/language, alcohol alcohol consumption, drunk character, mention of gambling/betting, bar atmosphere, kissing/make out, mentions of fire arms/weapons

Word Count: 5.3K

Summary: You are drunk. Not “black out and forget the entire night “ drunk, but white girl at the club with her friends drunk. One of your bestest friends is getting married soon and tonight you and the rest of your eccentric friend group are club/bar hopping to celebrate the engagement! Your friend group told you to think about it like the bachelorette party before the bachelorette party. Whatever that means… The group isn’t a big group, only about seven people, but the seven people all come from various backgrounds. Three of your friends come from pretty well off families and happened to be in university for law school. One of your friends works for some huge tech company with something to do with security. One of them comes from a line of surgeons and happens to be in residency for surgery. Your best friend and bride-to-be comes from an extremely wealthy and famous family, you aren’t really sure what for, but you know it has to do with tycoons and business and yada yada. And then there was you. You were in university too, at the same establishment as the rest of the group, but you didn’t come from lines of money. You were in school for education.

Various backgrounds or not, your bestie for the restie wants to go absolutely ballistic and celebrate her girlfriend finally popping the question, so of course your study buddy group just has to go out! With the intentions of bar and club hopping, you all end up at an arcade? Or a bowling alley? You aren’t really sure, but the place has heaps of alcohol, arcade games, a place to bowl, mini golf, and also some cute patrons….

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You honestly could not believe that you had agreed to this. You had been friends with your group for almost five years and you had always said you would do anything for them, but you never thought it meant being out since about 7:00 PM celebrating Ava May’s proposal. When you had gotten the notification that afternoon with an image attached, you were hoping that her partner, Jordan, had finally popped the question and you were right. And of course the groupchat had blown up.

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“Girls, Gays, & Daddies $$$”

Leoni: SHUT THE FUCK UP DID THEY REALLY PROPISE THIS TIME!!>>??!>!? Mateo: here comes leon with the typos 🙄 BUT OMG CONGRATS AVA!!!!!!! Camilia: HOOOOOOLYYYYY SHIT!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!! THEY HAD THE FUCKING BALLSSSSS You: OMG YESS!!!!! WHEN’S THE WEDDING!!?? Elijah boo: FORGET the wedding!!!!! bitch, when are we CELEBRATING!!!!!! Naomi: omg can we PLEASE go out tonight!!!!??? Wrenster: omg ava congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it took them long enough!!!!!! Ava Bear: omg y’all already KNOW we’re going out tonight!!!!!! b @ my house 5pm SHARP troops 🫡

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Of course five o’clock came, and everyone in the group chat was at Ava’s house. You all got to congratulate Jordan and Ava on the engagement, and say hello to both their family’s, but quickly carried Ava away to party the night away. That was of course after all seven of you pregamed getting ready.

The group was a close knit one. You all were giggling and laughing and dancing around each other while getting ready, raiding Ava’s closet and her accessories and checking yourselves in the mirrors. Everyone had gone for outfits that made them stand out, but complemented their features. You had ended up in some brightly colored crop top that Ava had shoved into your hands, your sneakers, and some designer jeans that Mateo had said would have your ass looking like you did 500 squats a day. You had laughed and rolled your eyes at that. You were pretty sure Mateo just wanted you to feel sexy.

The rest of the group had picked similar outfits. Some exposing skin, other’s exposing less skin but featuring skin-tight clothing pieces. Some had added accessories to their hair, their neck, their wrists and more. With six other bodies dancing around, you honestly hadn’t gotten a great look at everyone’s outfits – but you figured it didn’t matter anyway because by the end of the night most of those outfits would probably look a lot different from how they looked currently. And once everyone was ready, you all headed towards Ava’s car where a driver was waiting. And you all climbed in and pregamed some more.

Half of the group tended to be “partiers”not crazy party goers, but they liked to spend time when they could out having a good time. That didn’t really happen to be up your alley. You were a little more introverted than your friend group, especially since you didn’t necessarily have the same funds your friends did. The group loved paying your way through parties though and always made sure you were included, but the combination of feeling bad and not loving the party scene meant you didn’t go out with them as much as they probably would’ve liked you to. But this night was different. Everyone in the group had already sternly told you that tonight you and Ava were not spending a dime on anything. Mateo telling you that tonight that they were celebrating Ava’s engagement and also the rare occasion of you going all out tonight with them.

You didn’t disagree.

And that’s how you and your friend group ended up at some club? Arcade? Bowling alley? Bar? You weren’t sure what to call it, but the place seemed to have it all.. There was a bar with many-a-drinks, bowling alley lanes, an arcade, neon minigolf, laser tag, and televisions everywhere, each featuring a different sporting event which you assumed was for people betting on games.

It was loud, and dark, but also brightly lit all at the same time. You were cold, but kept comfortable with the warmth of your friend group buzzing around you. You were very out of your element. You would’ve been slightly uncomfortable if you hadn’t already had about seven? No, you think eight? You weren’t sure, but you and the rest of the group had a fair amount of alcohol in you.

Right then, everything seemed a little fuzzy. You had glanced at your phone and thought you had read some time around 11:00 PM, but with Rihanna blasting over the speakers in the building, it was a little hard to concentrate.

The group was currently at a bar-like table. Mateo, Elijah, Ava, and Naomi were currently on their fourth round of bowling with Ava still somehow in the lead. Leon, Wren and Camilia had snuck away from the group either to get more drinks or maybe to play mini golf, you really couldn’t remember.

Your glossed over gaze was disturbed by Mateo standing up and stretching as long as he could, his arms reaching up a little revealing a bit of his stomach.

“Okay, I am going back to the bar to get another drink, anyone else coming?” He said, eyes bouncing around the faces at the table. Nobody responded as they all seemed to be involved with something else at the time, so you stood up quickly.

“Mmmmmmm, I’ll come with Matty!” You smiled and trailed after him as he led the way to the bar.

“You know there’s some cuties here, you should try and chat one up.” He says, side eyeing you as you both arrive at the bar to look over what you want.

You roll your eyes and playfully push his shoulder. “That would be a grand idea except I’m drunker than a skunk currently and we’re here to celebrate Ava, not find me a date.”

Mateo rolls his eyes as he orders both of your drinks and collects them.

“Okay, yeah we are celebrating Ava, but you know good and damn well if I told that girl you saw a hot guy looking your way that she would jump on the idea of you making a move tonight.” Mateo chuckles as he finishes his sentence and starts walking you both back to the table, curving through the different people.

“I know, but tonight I’m just hanging out with you guys. I’m honestly shocked that nobody has attracted any spare wild men to the table with how loud and obnoxious we’re being tonight.” You laugh, a tiny hiccup slipping out of your mouth.

As you and Mateo round the corner to your table, Mateo sees the group before you and busts out into laughter. “Oh my dear, have you truly jinxed yourself tonight.” He walks the few steps to the table, puts the two drinks down. “Hellooooo boys!”

When Mateo steps aside, you're greeted by the eyes of two men who look like they don't belong here. They both are extremely attractive, but both appear to be in suits. Like suit suits. Like they could be working at the bank. You recognize the two as workers for Ava’s father. Bodyguards. Or honestly the word babysitters fit the situation too. ‘Babysitters with bullets,’ you think to yourself as you look down at one of the men’s waists, catching a glimpse of a not-so-hidden weapon.

Your thought is cut off by that said man speaking and your eyes trail from his waist to his face. He holds eye contact with you before speaking. “Sorry to crash this here lil shindig, but you lot should be wrapping all this,” he twirls a finger around in the air, referencing the group, “up pretty soon. It’s getting late.”

Once he finishes his sentence, it’s now his turn to look at you. You watch his eyes look up and down, scanning what felt like every inch of your body, before he looks back to Ava as she begins to speak.

“Oh my god! Look, I know Daddy sent you two to “look after me”’ Ava uses huge air quotes, “but I’m old enough to make sure I don’t get fucking dragged off drunk off my fucking ass. We’re just celebrating, just chillax, yeah?” Ava lets out a giggle as she clearly slurs her words and then playfully slaps the shoulder of the man that hadn’t spoken yet.

“Come on Tangerine, just let them be, yeah? They’re not doing any harm and they're all in one spot.” The man says, putting a hand on Tangerine’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze and shake. If you remember right, you’re pretty sure he goes by Lemon. Or that’s what you’ve heard Ava’s father call him.

“Yeah Tangerine! Just let us chilllllll” Naomi drags out the last word as she tries to put a hand on his chest. He takes a step back away from her, his face slightly puckering up as it seems like he stifles a face of annoyance.

You sit down next to Ava, across from where the open seat in front of Tangerine is.

“Look. Ava’s father gave clear instructions to make sure she doesn’t make any fucked decisions tonight. And seeing as sh–” Tangerine’s speech is cut off once more, this time surprisingly by Elijah.

“Look man, if your concern is making sure Ava isn’t dead in a ditch, why don’t you two just pull a seat up at the table. It isn’t like we’re going anywhere else tonight, just fucking sit and relax. Have a drink!” Elijah almost barks this out before returning to the game of bowling. He’s currently in second place, behind Ava and you know he’s dying to beat her.

Lemon gives a nod before sitting down at the bar, grabbing Ava’s half finished beer and taking a swig. Tangerine on the other hand reluctantly takes a seat in front of you. You watch his demeanor once he’s sat. It seems like he’s avoiding your gaze, and you’re not sure why. You watch his face as he observes the people around you. You can’t tell if he’s just surveying the place or if he’s just uncomfortable. His body language looks stiff and his hands are clasped on the table in front of him.

“You have pretty eyes…” The sentence slips out of your mouth as you stare at him, rubbing your own eye as you feel yourself getting a little tired. You were hoping to break the silence. “Also pretty arms.” You let out a little giggle as you prop your head on your hand, continuing to stare at the pretty man sitting across from you.

You talking seems to bring him back to the group at hand. Or at least brings his attention to you. He gives you a weird look, seeming to calculate what to say. “And you seem pretty drunk, love.” He reaches across the table, grabbing your drink and taking a sip from it before returning it to you. “And that’s a pretty strong drink you got.”

You give yet another giggle, reaching for your drink and taking a sip. You were drunk all right, but you needed more liquid courage if you were going to be in the presence of this man. Your brain had fallen quiet and your friends seemed to not be coming to your rescue in this one.

You recall a comment from Mateo earlier in the night about ‘letting you do your thing if you ever came across a hot ass man tonight.’

You had been around Tangerine and Lemon before. From what you could recall, they weren’t truly employed by Ava’s father. You’re pretty sure it was more like a freelance thing? They weren’t always around Ava and her family, but they were hired common enough for you to know exactly who they are and remember Tangerine.

The first time you had ever met the two, the group was at a soccer game in the city. You were in Ava’s family’s suite at the game having a blast. You remember spotting Tangerine and asking Ava just who the tall man was exactly. After that, any time Tangerine and Lemon were hired to babysit Ava, you always basically gawked at the man. After Tangerine and Lemon left for the room, your friend group, especially Ava liked to tease you. Ava and Mateo knew you had a thing for Tangerine. Ava liked to get her father to hire the two as much as possible, especially if you were present. It meant you saw him often. It meant you thought about him often. You thought his curls were pretty and you could imagine what it would feel like to run your fingers through his beautiful hair. You could recall the accent he had. You thought the tattoos he had were attractive, or maybe it was just because they were on his arms. And god did he have pretty arms.

You’re once again brought out of daydreaming, this time by Naomi sitting down by Tangerine and placing a hand on the back of his shoulder, and one hand on his chest. You don’t listen to what she’s saying, but by the look on their face, you know she’s flirting. And hard. You hear her let out a giggle as she makes some sort of comment about the man before you swap from sipping your drink to straight up downing it.

You slam the cup down on the table and shoot up. “I’m off to get another drink..” You twirl around, maybe a little too fast, and begin heading for the bar.

You know the announcement of your departure was a little stern. You don’t know why, but it almost got on your nerves that Naomi was making a pass at the man. You let the jealousy stay for a second before rationalizing the thought.

‘I’m not actually jealous. It’s late and I’m drunk, it isn’t that big of a deal, I’m just being silly.’ You think to yourself as you arrive at the bar, propping both elbows up onto the ledge and waiting for a bartender to notice you. You wipe your face hoping to clear your mind.

While waiting your eyes slowly are drawn to one of the television hung above the bar – some wrestling match was going on. You notice the other people at the bar, their eyes glued to the screen. ‘I don’t understand why they are so invested.’ You think to yourself as you turn your attention back to in front of you, looking at the drink choices before noticing a man standing to your right. You turn your head and are happily met by the pretty blue eyes of a curly headed man.

You grin.

“Tangeriiinnnneeeeee” You draw out his name. You aren’t quite sure if it is on purpose or if you’re just drunk, but it didn’t matter as you watched the man’s lips twist into a smirk itself.

“Interested in the match, are we?” He asks, nodding back to the television.

“Mmmmmm, not quite. I’m not much of a sports fan.” You give a glance at the match before turning your attention back to him, noticing his shirt. He usually had it buttoned up all the way, as professional as you can get. But tonight, you notice at least two, maybe three buttons that seem to be open. You can see a tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. You take a deep breath before your eyes return to his. He had watched you check him out yet again.

You clear your throat before asking, “Are you a fan?”

He doesn’t break eye contact. “I am tonight.”

A noise escapes your throat, almost a hum. He still hadn’t broken eye contact. Maybe it was just you, but it seemed like it had gotten hard to breathe. You felt like you hadn’t taken a breath in ages. “And why’s that?” You ask, still looking at him and still maintaining eye contact.

In the moment you felt like the only thing in the room was him.

“Got money on the small guy. Everyone likes an underdog story, yeah?” The smirk returns to his face.

You nod your head in agreement. Once again, your brain has gone blank. The sudden movement of his lips catches your attention as your eyes quickly dart down to his lips, and quickly dart back up to his eyes. He had watched that happen too.

As your eyes meet, your body forces you to take a deep breath. You notice he does the same. Maybe his breath had also been caught in his throat. You realize the sound of the world around you also comes back to you.

You’re brought back to the real world completely as a bartender greets you and Tangerine, asking what you two will have. But before you can answer for yourself, Tangerine speaks for you.

“Water for this one, and whisky for me.” He says before telling the bartender exactly what he wants. As soon as the bartender turns to go grab the materials, you turn back to Tangerine.

“I can’t order for myself now?” You jokingly ask, your voice getting a little higher in disbelief as you raise both your eyebrows in fake disbelief.

He looks at you and gives a scoff. “You can, but I don’t know if you should be at this particular time darling.” He gives you a sly smile, one probably meant to comfort you.

And you lose your breath again and you avert your eyes. You thought you had gotten confident, but you weren’t expecting him to call you that. You clear your throat. And start to mess with a laminated menu on the bar.

“So why exactly are you here tonight? You know this isn’t the first stop we’ve made, right?” You ask, trying to change the subject. Or at least to get him talking.

“We’ve been hanging back most of the night. Nothin’ suspicious has happened, but a few o’ you idiots are getting a little too far gone. Ava’s father sent us specifically to watch her. The rest of the group is just an added bonus. Don’t wanna make any rich parents mad, do we?” He asks the last part rhetorically.

This time he’s the one looking away. He takes a drink while looking off. You can’t read the expression on his face, but it isn’t quite neutral. He looks like something is on his mind.

“You don’t seem all that excited to be babysitting a bunch of adults. Why do you even take the jobs offered by Ava’s family? I assume there’s other things you could be doing.” After speaking you realize your tone seemed a little snippy. You hadn’t meant for it to come out rudely, but it did just a tad. You really were on a roll tonight.

You didn’t want to necessarily influence the man to stop taking the jobs, but you were curious. You could tell by what he was wearing that he had money. In previous interactions, you had drawn the same conclusion. You weren’t extremely up to date with the latest fashion trends when it came to wealth, but you did know that the watch on his wrist looked very similar to one that Elijah had. And you knew it wasn’t cheap. Plus the extensive wardrobe the man seemed to have also led you to believe he was pretty well off for himself.

He half turns his head back to you, side eyeing you with a scrunched eyebrow.

“A little touchy on the subject are we?” He asks you before setting his drink down. He rubs his chin before turning his face to yours.

“Ava’s father pays well. The jobs easy, quick and usually clean. Easy money.” He pauses and you watch his eyes move down to your lips and back up to your eyes and then down to the drink back in his hand. “It's an added bonus that sometimes you idiots can be entertaining.”

“Well. I’ll agree that they – we – can be quite entertaining. I can imagine it can be a little obnoxious at times.” A few times come to mind.

Like this year's New Years Eve party held at Ava’s. Camilia had drunk way too much champagne and had eaten quite a few shrimps. She was in the midst of a nasty break up with a pretty popular actor and had seen the reports of him attending a party that night with his co-star. A smile comes to your face as you remember the look of absolute horror on Tangerine’s face when Camilia had thrown up on him. You remember Lemon’s gasp.

Or the one time you, Ava, and Leon had somehow ran into one of Leon’s father’s old clients who had recently gotten out of prison. You three had been out shopping at the beach when the man confronted the group. Calmly at first, but very quickly drew a gun and began yelling at you three. Tangerine and Lemon had resolved the situation as quickly as the man had appeared.

Or one of the most recent events. For Ava’s birthday, she had thrown a huge, fancy party out of the country. Some place in Ireland, with almost a Bridgerton theme. Somehow you and Tangerine ended up in a room on the outskirts of a castle while the party was booming in the distance. You remember how close he had gotten to you. How close his face had gotten to yours. How he had stared at your lips for what felt like ages as you spoke. You remember the silence that happened after you had finished speaking, and the way his eyes darted quickly back to your eyes to just as quickly return to your lips. You also remember the way he had drawn away from you as Jordan had busted into the room looking for Ava. You weren’t one hundred percent sure, but you were pretty confident that if she hadn’t done so, Tangerine would have kissed you.

“I wouldn’t say ‘obnoxious’. Not all of you at least.” Tangerine says. He seems to have a distant look in his eyes. You wonder if the memory of you two alone in Ireland had come to mind. You hope it had.

Eventually you and Tangerine began reminiscing on some of the funnier moments that had happened while him and Lemon had been present.

You two had moved from the bar to a small table in a corner. Tangerine was still able to see the rest of your group, most importantly Ava. Even then, it wouldn’t have mattered anyways as Ava had convinced Lemon to join the current round of bowling. The group didn’t seem like they were going anywhere and neither did Lemon.

The place was still as loud as ever, but in the corner it was a little easier to hear each other. The neon lights that were reflecting off of most everything in the building was giving Tangerine a glow. The lights were giving his hair a darker complexion than normal, while highlighting his blue eyes. If you weren’t sitting so close to him, you wouldn’t have noticed the details. But fortunately for you, you were.

You were close enough to him to smell his cologne. He smelled almost like citrus. Or maybe like sandalwood? Or maybe like the inside of a linen closet? You weren’t exactly sure of the scent profile, but he smelled good. He smelled familiar.

“Do you remember Ireland? That birthday party was insane! I don’t know how you two kept up with Ava that week, it felt like every ten seconds we were going somewhere new!” You let out a small laugh remembering just how crazy it had been.

Tangerine rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “You honestly think I would forget? I felt like I needed a leash on that girl. I wish she would have stayed around me or Lemon like you had during the trip.” His eyes light up a little as he scans your face.

You hadn’t realized you had been so obvious on that trip. Most of the friend group had paired off in Ireland and you remember hoping to talk more to Tangerine on the trip. You hadn’t made it your priority of course, but during down times or sightseeing activities you had hoped to hear his thoughts.

The air got thin once more. You realized that you both were leaning in towards each other. You were sitting in your chair sideways. Your right elbow propped on the table, with your hand propping your head up turned towards Tangerine, your back turned to the group’s table. Tangerine was turned towards you, almost leaning into your space with his right arm draped over the back of your chair, his hand hung in the open air between the back of your chair and your side. His left arm draped into his lap. Your legs sandwiched in between his.

You hadn’t realized just how physically close you too were. Talking with him and drinking water seemed to have sober you up some. Realizing how close you were to him also helped to sober you up in the moment. Your eyes trailed to his lip as you went to speak.

“Well, I’d never pass up the chance to be around you all day.” You say, a little softly as you had grown even more distracted by each and every centimeter of his face. You think about how soft his skin would feel in your hands.

You readjust yourself, trying to redirect your thoughts. You sit up a little straighter and let your hand that had been previously holding up your head fall into your lap. It unintentionally brushes Tangerine’s knee and you watch it slightly move, almost shocked by the touch. Sitting up like you were now meant that your face was even closer to his. You really hadn’t realized how much you two were leaning into each other.

You're staring at Tangerine’s lips when your eyes rush back to his as he places a hand right above your knee. You watch as he begins to lean in, his eyes on your lips. Before you can even process that his hand is practically on your thigh. He stops an inch away from you, his eyes moving up to meet your glance. His eyes meet yours for only a second before they move back down to your lips, and once again back to your eyes. You could feel him let a breath out, nearly a scoff.

“You’re extremely drunk.” He says dryly. and goes to pull away from you.

“I was dead sober in Ireland.” You quickly remark before retaking the distance he had put between the two of you. You plant a quick kiss on his lips.

“I haven’t forgotten about Ireland either.” You say softly as you move one of his curls behind his ear that had fallen when you kissed him a little too forcefully, the fear of missing another chance had brought some adrenaline into your system. Your hand makes its way to the back of his head as you begin to play with his hair. “I’ve been hoping you would be around more after that trip. Especially after the party.”

The hand Tangerine had set previously on your knee quickly moves to your face as he gently goes to hold your chin before lifting it up. This time h initiates the kiss. He’s more gentle than you were.

You grin into the kiss, only slightly thinking about how contrasting the situation was. The harsh man kisses gently, yet you, a more soft person kissed him like you were a thirteen year old kissing their crush at the school dance, afraid to be seen.

His hand moves from your chin to hold your head as he pulls you in more. Once he’s pulled you in as close as he can, his hand trails to your waist where it rests. Both of your hands quickly move back to his head where you pull him in closer.

His mustache tickles you, but you don’t care. All you could think about was how his head felt in your hands. How you wanted to be closer to him. How his hand was pulling your waist in. How his lips felt against yours. How you felt like you were breathing for the first time this entire night.

Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers dig into your waist. You feel yourself becoming warm as your attention is drawn to the fact that his skin is touching yours. Both of Tangerine’s hands are now holding on to your waist, pulling you in even more if it’s possible. One of his hands begins to trail up your back. It feels like he’s trying to find a better way to pull you closer to him, but at this point if you two got any closer you would be in his lap.

You accidentally let out what you think is supposed to be a gasp as one of his hands runs back down your spine, returning to your waist once more. This doesn’t faze Tangerine as he takes the short break from your lips to move both his hands now to either side of your head as he pulls you back into the kiss, not without a short and breathy ‘shit’ that escapes his mouth.

You aren’t sure who initiates the harsher kiss, but you didn’t care. As Tangerine bites your lower lip, you let out a breath and you grab onto the neckline of his unbuttoned shirt. Tangerine plants one last hard kiss onto your lips he pulls away, and leans into your ear before.

“I’d slow your breathing down, we’re about to have a visitor, yeah?” He plants a kiss on your cheek and pulls his head back to look at you before wiping your lips to get rid of some spit that had been left from when you two had separated. “Gotta make sure you look good too, dear.”

He takes a deep breath in, clears his throat and seats back against his chair, while running both of his hands over his head in an attempt to put his hair back in place after you had tussled it. He then leans back in his chair, giving a smile at the unwelcome visitor.

You wipe your hands over your face, and then over your own hair in an attempt to self soothe. You take a deep breath yourself as you try to slow your breathing and your heart rate. You wipe your hands down the thighs of your jeans before turning to meet whoever was coming towards you.

“Hey, you guys ready to go? Lemon is rounding up the rest of the group now. Ava and Elijah finally got bored with bowling.” Naomi says before finishing the drink she had in hand.

“Right. We’ll be over shortly.” Tangerine says, raising his eyebrows at Naomi and turning his attention back to you. You give her a smile and a nod to acknowledge her. As she goes to walk back to the table, you turn yourself back towards Tangerine.

“Glad we weren’t interrupted before this happened. Hope it was worth the wait.” Tangerine says giving you a sly smile.

You let out a half hearted laugh. If you thought nothing was in your brain beforehand, it was even more empty now. All you could think of now was when you would be alone with him again.

“How long did you say you and Lemon were staying this time around?” You manage to get out, looking up at him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you also wanted to do this again.

Tangerine chuckles as he fixes his shirt from where you had grabbed it as he goes to answer, “I’m in the city for a couple of days. Off work too.” He tucks a curl behind his ear. “You have something in mind that could keep me busy?”

You nod your head as you give out a short laugh. “Ask me out to a proper dinner and I think we could figure something out."

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A/N: hey home slices, so here's this. i recently rewatched the movie, and am about to read the book and thought i would write something. who knows if i'll write more, but it was fun lol if you liked this, check out my master list! --> HERE

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feralforfruit · 2 years

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OKAY HOW ABOUT THIS.

TANGERINE KINKS

ALSO I WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING MY REQ🫶🏼😭

I like the way you think, my dearest 💕

What kinks/turn ons would Tangerine have? // HC

Warnings: NSFW, consensual pain inflicting and strangulation, daddy kink.

Pairings: Tangerine x fem!reader

For sure likes ear nibbling. Both receiving and giving. The giggle you make, at the feeling of his warm lips and bushy stache, drives him insane. He would do it for ages if it didn’t tickle you so much. And when you do it to him, he just sits there and moans quietly. It’s like the easiest way to make him in any way submissive to you.

“And right when I was about to bash his fucking sku-O-oh…Ohhh..fuck.” he says with his once fiery eyes now fluttering closed in ecstasy from the sweet nibbles at his ear.

Grabbing his hair, but even more, pulling at it. This man has no self-control so he would probably take you in the middle of a fucking department store if you stroke his hair and give it the slightest of sensual tugs.

“Darling, I swear to fucking god. If you pull that shit one more time, I’m going to fuck you in the god damn toy section because obviously you wanna play some fucking games.”

He is extremely dominant so hearing you say, “Daddy, that feels so good.” or the oh so simple but effective, “Yes, sir.” he goes absolutely bonkers.

“Here’s what you’re going to do, luv. You are going to strip down to your knickers and lay your head out on the edge of bed so Daddy can fuck your pretty little throat. Got it?”

I definitely think he loves choking. He is very respectful of limits so if you tap for breath, he immediately loosens his grip. But man he loves to see you as a moaning mess with his hand around your throat, tongue out, begging for more.

Likes to do it mostly during missionary so he can look right at you as he completely wrecks you. “Take it, you fucking whore.” he’d say as he looks directly at you falling apart at his actions.

Also did I mention that he also is very rough and will pull your hair during doggy style?? Nah? Well he would fucking destroy you and you’d enjoy every minute.

“C’mere!” he shouts as he grips your hair and pulls you up for you to arch your back towards his chest as he is pounding you from behind. You moan loudly as he growls into your ear, “You like getting manhandled, don’t you? That’s my good girl.”

^ALSO PRAISE OMFG THE PRAISE KINK!!

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we are all his sluts and we are dedicated.

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fandomsoverlife · 1 year

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Tangerine x sweet!gn reader headcanons

Authors note: I watched bullet train and have noticed the fanfic department is lacking, here is my lackluster take on possibly slightly ooc Tangerine with a sweet gender neutral partner. And also bookstore meet cute, sorry I don’t make the rules.

- Tangerine didn’t expect himself to be locked down and in a relationship. He was always out and about, looking over his shoulder, getting bloodstains out of his shirts, and hoping for the best.

- he found you at a bookstore though, perusing the aisles and holding a stack too big for two arms, which he immediately found cute

- it wasn’t until you’d reached for another book that your whole pile came down and he found himself helping you out, stacking the books up carefully into your arms but then deciding to walk with you and help you carry your load to the till when you’d found the book you were reaching for

- he asked you to get a cup of tea with him almost immediately, surprising even himself when the question slipped his lips

- every date you went on, he asked about a different book from the ones he had seen in your stack

- and he kept it classy too, sweet little dates with no overbearing physical contact

- after your cup of tea he had taken you to an art museum, and then to a butterfly garden, and then to a lovely little picnic in a very secluded part of a park where you’d jumped his bones and let him have you against a picnic blanket during sunset (quite a charming first time)

- he didn’t tell Lemon about you until the picnic incident had happened, when he’d called him the next morning after you had left his home

- he lied to you for the first three months of going out, about his job and what he was doing every time he left

- the guilt ate him away at the insides, every time he’d look into your shining eyes, wide with adoration and trust, and when he kissed you goodbye

- when he came clean it was after a hard job. Lemon narrowly escaped death and he himself was doing pretty bad

- he came to your home and knocked on your door, hugging you tight and whispering that he wasn’t who he said he was and he was so sorry

- when you pulled away and looked up at him, laughing, he was scared.

“Why are we laughing when I’ve just told you I’m a contract killer, love?”

“It’s funny because you thought I didn’t know something was wrong. I figured out the crime a long time ago.”

- it turns out using a code name and going on frequent business trips that mar you with bruises leaves a little bit up to question

- he is grateful you’re understanding

- treats you like you’re a prize and he’s never won before in his life

- dotes on you constantly in his own way

- acts annoyed when you forget a jacket but he’s shrugging his own the second he sees you shiver, before you can mention being cold

- you don’t go to the gas station anymore, your tank is always filled the second it gets below half full. You don’t even have to say anything, he just checks.

- your favorite snack is always in his cabinet, your favorite drink in his fridge

- pet names galore

- bird, pretty, love, sweetheart, babe, poppet

- he will steal things for you, completely “accidentally” sometimes - the things he nicks just happen to be something you’d like.

- loves to hear you talk about whatever interests you

- is not great at saying how he feels out loud

- his affection is more physical

- hand on the lower back in a crowd, clasped in yours as you walk down the street, pulled into his side if it’s dark or chilly

- he likes to watch you get ready in the mornings

- will not let you shave his face and/or trim his mustache

- will let you play with his hair at any point

- will give you shoulder rubs

- when you finally meet lemon, tangerine is a little floored when he sees how well you get on

- he’s not too happy when you both get to teasing at him the way he does to everyone

- he is happy the person he loves makes everyone else just as happy as they make him

#tangerine #bullet train #tangerine bullet train #bullet train headcanons #bullet train hc #tangerine headcanon #tangerine x reader #tangerine and lemon #lemon #lemon bullet train #tangerine imagine #bullet train imagine #atj tangerine #tangerine x you #tangerine x oc #my writing

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nagasakimako · 1 year

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Ok we tried

#bullettrain #Bullet train #all my followers who haven't seen bullet train watching me post about my intense thirst for this man #bullet train headcanons #bullet train movie #tangerine x reader #tangerine

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mysadcorner · 11 months

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ineffably-queer · 8 months

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I don't understand when Lemon and Tangerine live in separate flats in Bullet Train fantictions. They're the Twins. They're brothers, goddammit. Besides the fact that it's a lot more convenient since they do the jobs together, I also don't think they'd be able to distance from each other like that. They couldn't stand not being near the other in case anything happens, what if one gets attacked? Sick? They rely and depend on each other too much. They love each other, man. They need the company of a person they can trust. They need their family.

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eternalslover · 5 months

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Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Ladybug: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you're single?

Y/N: Do not do that.

Ladybug: You won't even notice!

Tangerine, entering: Ladybug, you called, what do you want?

Ladybug: Y/N's single

Y/N:

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ghosti02art · 3 months

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Tangerines real name is Hugh and Lemons real name is Liam

#bullet train x reader #bullet train #lemon bullet train #bullet train imagine #bullet train headcanons #tangerine headcanon #lemon headcanon #tangerine

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pink3princess · 1 year

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tangerine x reader headcannons pt two :p

tw: swearing, mentions of alcohol

a/n : thank you guys so much for all the love on my first tangerine hc post! it means so much to me! hope you enjoy this one too :)

part one / masterlist

in the winter he’ll tell you that the heater is broken or something but he’s fucking lying

he’s only saying that so you cuddle reallly close to him at night for warmth 🙄

gotta love our little manipulative shithead <3

as someone who really likes lemon flavors/scents

IF YOU TOLD TANGERINE THAT YOU PREFER LEMON ANYTHING over tangerines he’d get a little pouty, maybe a little jealous...

passive aggressive even

like if you’re at a restaurant together ordering dessert and there’s a lemon flavored option he’s like “ bet you’ll like that huh🤨”

and you’re like “I’m going to throw this drink in your face if you don’t stop 😁 Love you <3”

also in the winter time he’ll go all grandma on you and ask you to wear socks in the house or else you’ll catch a cold 🙄🙄

I feel like he needs a lot of reassurance from his partner, even tho he might not say so outloud

you’re one of the most important people in his life - he definitely needs to hear that you’re just as obsessed with him as he is with you :(

I feel like with shy! reader,,he finds you absolutely adorable

but if you feel a little bit more talkative and outgoing, he is so encouraging and kinda proud that you’re coming out of your shell a little

also when I tell y’all this man is OBSESSED with his partner, he loves everything about you

ok here we go: petnames tan calls his partner (canon because I said so)

-sweetheart

-love

-sugar plum

-pumpkin

-darling

-angel (extra points if he adds a “my” before it)

ok last thought: ok so we can all agree this guys has MONEY -

SO- i believe the both of you travel A LOT

he's got a winter cabin for a cuddly holiday,

in the spring you'll travel to Europe for museum tours and nights in beautfiul hotels

for summer he'll whisk you away to a sunny island, just the two of you getting tired from being in the sun all day and having pretty, fancy drinks on the beach <3

ok that’s it for now hope you liked!!

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hotshot624 · 5 months

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✨🍊 Bullet Train Agere Headcanons: Little and Big Sib!Tangerine 🍊✨

Hi y'all! I'm so sorry this took me so damn long to make 😭😭😭. I said I was gonna make this like almost a month ago but I was just super busy with work, essay writing, resume critiquing, etc. That I completely forgot about this. And now it's not even gonna come out when I said it would so I'm super sorry y'all. Hopefully y'all are still hyper fixating on this and I didn't wait too long lol so I hope y'all enjoy this! Warring: this obviously contains spoilers from the movie so if you haven't seen it yet, then don't read this

Warning: Contains some Naughty language

(none of these pictures are mine, I found them off of Pinterest so and idk who to give credit to so if you find the person let me know so I can give credit)

✨🍊Little!Tangerine Headcanons🍊✨

(I was trying to find a pic of him pouting and this was the best I could find y'all I'm sorry 😭😭😭)

Okay so, like Ladybug, he also started regressing after the events of Bullet Train (because yes he survived what are you talking about?)

My poor mans was traumatized from thinking his brother was dead and being shot in the throat that he unknowingly started to regress

He would act calmer and more timid, which immediately shot up red flags for Lemon because after everything that happened, he was expecting to have to sedate his brother to prevent him from going and killing Ladybug

But no, instead he got a sweet, shy little man, who barely seemed to talk and had his thumb in his mouth as he gripped his brother's hand, not wanting to let go in fear of him leaving Tangerine alone. It kind of reminded Lemon of how his brother was when they were a lot younger. Which honestly was even more terrifying to Lemon than a blood thirsty maniac Tangerine that he was used to

When Tangerine was finally passed out again, this time instead of laying on his back fully unconscious in a slight coma that made his poor brother sick to his stomach, he was now curled up against Lemon's side with his thumb in his mouth and gripping his shirt like his life depended on it (not that his brother minded since he had almost lost Tangerine for good, so he wants to be just as close to him as Tangerine does), Lemon is able to do some thinking on what the hell is going on with Tang

Then it hits him like The Prince with the tangerine truck

His brother is age regressing! (Just like him- I mean who said that). When Tangerine wakes up again the next morning seemingly older than the night before, Lemon decides to break the news to him beloved brother

Obviously it didn't go well

Like at all

Lots of yelling and arguing

Tangerine was mainly upset because he thought what was happening to showed that he was too weak to handle his job and could no longer do it properly and professionally like he used to

Lemon of course, after figuring out what Tangerine was actually afraid of because of course his brother didn't directly tell him, reassures him that it's okay to need to relax a little and let you mind not have to worry about killing people or being killed

Tangerine is obviously still pretty distraught and angry and definitely not really listening to what Lemon was saying, and was instead trying to pace around there shared safe house, which was proving to be a very difficult task seeing how he had just woken up from a coma a few days ago and gets very dizzy and wobbly until Lemon has to force him back onto his bed he was previously laying on and get him to relax a bit

Before Tangerine can tell at his brother for touching him and trying to get him to calm down, Lemon interrupts him by telling him how Lemon regresses too

........this leaves Tang completely speechless

Lemon decides to give Tangerine some room to think about what he had just told him (he doesn't really leave, only staying just outside the door way cuz he doesn't really want to be that far away from him) and after a while Tangerine comes to the realization that if his brother can regress, than he can too!

While he was laying in bed still recovering, Lemon would put on some random cartoon and watch it with him. Tang obviously wasn't gonna regress like he was before since that was brought on by stress so they why trying to get him to relax enough just to do it without him feeling horrible first if that makes sense

It took a while but Tangerine is finally able to regress willingly

Lemon is Tang's main caregiver and Maria is the second choice. Ladybug is in dead last for.....well..... obvious reasons

However Lemon is more willing to let him and Ladybug hangout if it's for a playdate or if Ladybug is the one regressed.

Tangerine regresses between 1-3 so he's a little man✨😌

While big Tang likes to dress all fancy-shamacy so of course little Tang likes to too

But he doesn't want to wear suits tho

Instead he wants to wear cute little sweater vests and cardigans

I'm telling y'all he looks so cute😭😭😭

Tang's favorite show when regressed is blue clues when itty bitty or bob the builder when slightly older

He loves drinking out of his bottle while watching his favorite shows, sitting in a bean bag chair, all wrapped up in a big ole blanket

As for toys, he has the like leap frog toys. Ya know like the vacuum cleaner, the telephone, the laptop, the remote, pretty much all of the leapfrog toys.

He also has rattles, the weird toy were you stack the multi colored rings on the pole that idk the name of, blocks, and a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals

Like I'm not joking he has at least over 30

His favorite stuffed animal is a stuffed tiger names Stripes

Tang absolutely adores Stripes with all his heart no matter what age range he is

One time when big Tangerine was cleaning his room, he set Stripes on his bed but forgot he was their and piled a bunch of dirty laundry on top of him by accident and proceeded to put the pile in the washing machine. Unbeknowance to Tangerine, Stripes was in the pile!

So when Tang went back to his room to clean he realized Stripes was not longer on his bed and panicked.

Poor boy checked everywhere, under his bed, in his closet, trash bin, suit cases, everywhere but couldn't find him :(

He eventually regressed, do to not being able to find his comfort item, and threw a little tantrum and started sobbing

Lemon, being the over protective brother he is, came barreling into his brother's room to find out what was wrong

After a lot of snot, sniffles, and tears, Lemon was able to figure out what was wrong and practically tore apart the house looking for Stripes

Eventually he ended up calling in reinforcements, and Maria and Ladybug started tearing apart the house too

Ladybug's extremely rare good luck decided to shine at the moment and when looking through the laundry room, the washing machine went off. Not wanting their clothes to sit all soaked, he decided to take them out for them, thinking about how they had enough shit to worry about

And lo and behold Stripes made a spectacular appearance!

Ladybug ran into the living room where everyone was (well more like slipped because of the water dripping from Stripes) and presented a soggy tiger to a very upset Tangerine

It took about 10 whole ass minutes trying to convince Tang to release the soaking wet stuffed animal from his death grip as well as some bribing, but they were able to get him in the dryer so he was all dry and fluffed up for a cute little to enjoy

(and they all say in the living room watching a movie and Lemon regressed because he of the eventful 2 hours he just had and talked to Maria about a Thomas the Tank Engine episode he has watched recently with a Caregiver Maria while Caregiver Ladybug cuddled with a little Tangerine and Stripes on the couch and they all loved happily ever after🥰)

ANyYWays

This little guy likes using pacifiers but like the deco ones

He has royal blue one and with rine stones and a shark and a turquoise one with blue clues on it

When he doesn't get his way, he gets like super pouty

Sticks his bottom lip out and will sometimes even "hmph" if he's little and angry enough

Just don't tell him he looked cute cuz he will throw a fit and let me tell you it is not fun for anyone

Really likes to sit on people's laps and be held

Big Tangerine tries not to touch people and gets really annoyed when people try to touch him (unless it's one of his caregivers but he tries to at least act annoyed) because he only lets people's he's close to touch him but he doesn't really want to be close to other people in fear of losing them so he is a little touch starved

Little Tangerine tries to make up for all the lost snuggle time he's missed out on and the caregiver trio is more than welcome to help him out with that

Ladybug is always willing to cuddle with him but he's not Tang's first (or second) pick. Tang will always want to cuddle with his brother first and if he can't he'll cuddle with Maria. Ladybug tries not to act hurt but he's def jealous

Speaking of Ladybug, Lemon will try to set up playdates for Tang with Littlebug

Tang does prefer Littlebug over Ladybug so it works out perfectly

Ladybug does regress older, but he's always gentle with Tang and almost always plays or does exactly what Tangerine wants to do

They're just so cute together omg

Lemon and Maria think so too

Sometimes Lemon will get jealous and want to play too and the ever watchful Maria always notices sometimes even before Lemon does

This usually ends with her coaxing Lemon to regress and play with the other boys but sometimes he'll push back so she sometimes discretely asks for help

Lemon: Nah it's fine love, I'll just watch them. I wouldn't want to put you in a position where you'd have to watch all three of us

Maria: Oh please, I have to do that already with you guys on mission anyways, and I've got to say, your all way more cooperative little than you are big

Lemon: Ha ha very funny. But I'm serious I'm fine (is very not fine)

Maria: *sighs* All right fine. *Now louder* I'm sure the boys wouldn't be upset at all if they found out that you didn't want to play with them

Littlebug and Tang: *Turn their heads to Lemon*

Tang: you don' wanna pway wid us? *eyes starting to get glossy*

Littlebug: Yeah that's not nice *frowning very deeply*

Lemon: *now panicking* What?! No! That's not true at all i- well I just didn't think.... Ya know you wanted me to.

Littlebug: No we do, we promise

Tang: Yeah! Pwomise

Lemon: okay, alright fine

Que a very smug Maira watching her regressed boys play on the carpet floor

Okay I think that's enough Little!Tang for today

ON TO THE NEXT PART

✨🍊Big Sib! Tangerine Headcanons 🍊✨

(he just looks so sweet in this pic OMG😭)

Unlike the rest of the group, Tangerine does experience caregiver space

He's not too sure why but he just doesn't

I mean while he does look after his brother, he just doesn't seem to fall into the head space like the others

That's okay tho!

He usually only looks after Lemon but will very rarely look after Littlebug

He's kind of strict with rules but like laid back too ya know?

Tang loves to make home made meals for his littles

It’s one of his love languages

But there not like normal easy foods ya know?

There like super fancy versions of simple foods like garlic bread grilled Gouda cheese or something extra like that lol

He says it’s because basic dishes are boring but in reality he just really wants to spoil his littles while putting some extra love into what he’s making for them

However because he’s somewhat of a perfectionist, the food kinda ends up straying to far from the original product AND because he’s usually cooking for littles who live and breathe off of store bought frozen chicken nuggets or craft Mac n cheese, most of the time he’s met with complaints about his meals

Little Lemon: *takes a big bite out of some coconut amino covered chicken strip*

Also Little Lemon: *immediately spits it out* It’s yucky!

Tangerine:*offended but not really surprised* What do you mean “yucky”?! This shit-I mean crap, is amazing?! Do you have any idea how long it took me to make this?!

Little Lemon:* is now kind of just saying stuff to piss off his brother cuz he thinks it’s funny* I dunno but it just taste bad

Tangerine:*glares and mumbles as he takes Lemons plate away to go make him some Dino nuggets* You taste bad…

Little Lemon:*gasps* NUH UH

Tangerine: YEAH HUH

*tomfoolery continues for like an hour*

He tries his best not to curse around any of the little ones but sometimes they just slip

He can’t help it, it’s like apart of his personality now lmao

But for the sake of his little one, he’ll try to keep it at a minimum but don’t expect anything significant

Also really enjoys helping his littles get dressed for some reason he can’t explain

It just brings him joy to be able to dress up his loved ones and make them look there best (even if they aren’t big fans of what he’s got them in)

He will also sometimes try to match with his little one

Not the whole outfit but like the colors mainly

His favorite activity to do with his little is sit on the couch and watch some TV with them

He gets a little upset that he can’t watch the shows he wants to, and with loudly and unseriously complain about it but like after five minutes of watching a show he’s just as into to it as his little is

He had literally shushed them from talking so he could hear Bluey better

Like sir if you don’t listen to Ladybug’s rant on how Care Bears are better I’m gonna have to come over there and body slam you

He’ll watch any show EXCEPT for Caillou.

Caillou is not allowed in this house hold and never will be

I’m sorry, he’ll put up with a lot of crap to keep his little happy but watching Caillou is NOT one of them

He loves to make nicknames for his little

But like not normal nicknames

Like not the ones where it’s a play on your name or a shortened version of it

He will literally call you like an object that has no correlation to your actual name

He’ll just be put her calling you something that he thinks is cool

Swear to god he’ll call you something like iceberg or tomato

Wouldn’t be surprised if he called you something like table or lamp post at this point

Ladybug’s nickname is peaches which I think is freaking adorable

Maria’s is something like Taser or Water buffalo

Don’t ask me why it’s like 2:00 in the morning when I’m writing this😭😭😭

Really into affectionately ruffling his little ones hair

Big Tangerine isn’t super into hugs or hand holding but he does love to just pay you on the back or ruffle your hair

That doesn’t go to say that he won’t give someone a hug if they like REALLY need it

Lemon is the one exception who will get a hug whenever he asks for one with no complaints whatsoever

Touching just isn’t his go-to

Likes to do voice impressions of a character his little likes

Even though I’m the movie when he did the Thomas impression to just kind of poke fun at Lemon, Lemon still loved it (tho he definitely tried to hide it)

But just because he loves to do impressions doesn’t mean that they’re good

NEVER ask him to do a Sponge Bob impression

My mans sounds like a cat in a blender

It’s almost impressive how much he doesn’t sound like Sponge Bob

Like he should get an Oscar for that kind of acting in my opinion

He also kind of thinks it’s funny when he messes up an impression so I can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose or not

Knowing him he probably is lol

He also likes to him lullabies to his little when they’re tired

Not really into singing but really likes how relaxing it is to just be able to hum his loved one to sleep

Usually it’s just a random song that pops into his head

It could be a heavy metal song and this man is humming it like Rock-a-bye baby

And it’s sounds just as peaceful and calming too

All in all Tangerine may have the calmness and peacefulness of a Tasmanian Devil but he still makes a great Big Sib

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YALL I AM SO SORRY! I literally said I was gonna make this in FEBRUARY and it’s literally November so that’s cool. I did a whole pill about it too and look how long this still took me😭. I literally don’t have an excuse other than the fact that I’m lazy and have the memory of a house fly. BUT I am making the Lemon headcanons right now. Like they’re almost done I swear. I just have to finish the Caregiver headcanons and I’ll post them which will most likely be tonight at like 2-3 o’clock in the morning even tho I got a bunch of test I need to study for but I made YALL wait long enough so this is my punishment. To the people who were asking for this I’m so sorry but I’m gonna at y’all so you can see I’m not a liar and definitely can make stuff lmao. Also cuz I feel bad. Alright lovelys I’ll see you later byyyyye💜💜💜💜

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bertinworms · 1 year

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New Opportunities (Pt. 1)

Pairings: Tangerine x gn!nurse!Reader

Tags/Warnings: blood, wounds, language & cussing, mention of guns, mentions of stabbing, some mentions of medical tools and practices.

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: You are a nurse at a residency near Kyoto, Tokyo. You had been called in to go to the wreck of a bullet train that smashed through a wall into a city. On your way, you spot two men walking on a road looking disheveled. You patch Tangerine up, and he offers you a job working for him and Lemon.

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“What do you think really happened to make that train go off the rails like that?” asked your coworker who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car as he reached to turn down the volume of the radio. You had purposely had it up a little louder to deter him from striking up a conversation – and it had lasted for about fifteen minutes.

You shrug before letting out a dry, “I don’t know.” It had been a long day already. You had finally made it home before you had been called out to the wreckage of a bullet train that had evidently not stopped at its last destination and instead crashed through a wall and into a village outside of Kyoto.

You watch Elijah out of the corner of your eye, readjust awkwardly and turn his eyes to the side of the road. You didn’t mean to come off as rude to him, the tall brunette sitting in the front seat next to you. He was your coworker, but he also was your friend you had known since Freshman year at university. And now you both were in Tokyo for a medical residency at a fairly high-end hospital.

“What do you think happened? You have some wild theory, yeah?” You ask him, trying to soften the blow of your previous response. You didn’t mean to turn him down – you were just tired.

“I mean don’t you think it’s kind of weird? Like. They are so well designed and operated. Why would one just–” Elijah stopped mid sentenced and dramatically pointed in front of the car, “PULL OVER!!”

You notice the two men a few seconds after Elijah does. You weren’t even that close to them and you could still tell that they seemed badly injured. The taller of the two had an arm of the second man draped around his shoulder. The shorter man with longer hair seemed to be limping along. Even from where you sat behind the wheel, you could tell both men were heavily disheveled, wet, exhausted and bloodied – neither one of them looked very good.

You quickly pull over behind them as they turn to face the car. Elijah doesn’t even wait for you to fully come to a stop before jumping out of the car and then racing to the back seat to grab his medical kit and quickly walking to the men. You can’t hear what he is saying, but you know he’s already introduced himself and has probably already begun evaluating them.

Once you put the car in park, you follow Elijah’s hasty lead and grab your own bag and go to turn around and almost run into one of the men. You stop in your tracks as you come face to face with the man who was previously limping alongside the road.

“Your friend there sent me over here to be checked out. He thinks I ought to sit down while you do your thing.” He says, standing there and staring at you – waiting for some sort of direction. You notice how his hair is beginning to curl at the ends, probably from it drying from being wet. It reminds you of the tail feathers of a duck.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s set you down here.” You say as you move out of the frame of the car door and motion for him to sit down on the backseat of the car. He gives you a look up and down with his eyebrows held low over his eyes before he complies. While you could tell he was trying to act normal, you could see he was in pain. As he went to sit down, you watched as his body almost stiffened, preparing for the commitment of sitting down and the moment his hand grabs onto the seat, it's almost like he just melts into the seat of your car with a muttered “bloody fuckin’ hell.” under his breath.

“Man, you really got beat up. I’d hate to see the other guy.”

You chuckle, making a joke to lighten the mood hopefully. You hadn’t expected a laugh from the injured man sitting in front of you, but you also hadn’t expected the hardened stare that met your eyes.

“Okay,” you say while raising your eyebrows and clapping your hands together after putting some gloves on, “Nevermind the jokes, let me have a look at ya. Do you mind if I set this here?” You had opened the kit and gestured to the man’s lap. You usually would’ve set your materials next to you on the ground somewhere, but with the already limited space between you and the man sitting half in the car, it made it tough to move around as easily if the kit was on the ground.

“Not a problem, love.” He says, once again with no emotion. He uses both his hands to push his hair out of his face, and then holds out both hands to take the kit and places it in his lap.

You now put your full focus on the man as your eyes scan his face. You notice that he had a few cuts, scratches and bruises on his face in various places – some still bleeding. You also notice that it looks like an earring had been ripped out of his left ear as his earlobe was torn. You also notice that he’s quite attractive – even this beat to shit. You begin to examine the cuts you can see on his face and go about determining what needs to be stitched or just cleaned.

“So, Mr…” You start, hoping he would at least give you a name to work with.

“Tangerine. Just Tangerine.”

“So Tangerine, what did happen if you don’t mind me asking.” You say looking down at him as you grab some materials.

You don’t want to necessarily pry into Tangerine’s life, but you know it might help distract from any pain he is currently feeling. Especially as you go to stitch up a nasty cut on his forehead. You make a mental note to check for a concussion later.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, love.” He snaps back, watching you discard some gauze on the floor of the car.

You raise an eyebrow at the sudden sass from the man sitting in front of you. He seems feisty, even when he seems to not have the upper hand in the situation.

“I mean, I don’t have to know. But you and your friend are walking down a pretty solemn road. Both of you tattered, bloody and wet. And both of you are near where that bullet train crashed. ” You say back. You busy yourself with cleaning dried blood off of his face, allowing the task to let your voice seem disinterested; like it didn’t matter if he told you or not.

He still has no expression or a tell that he’s going to speak. “You know, I’m just trying to make conversation to distract you from your pain. You do seem pretty beat up, and that’s just by looking at your face. I imagine the rest of your body is in the same shitty shape.” You look at a slice on his upper arm as you finish your sentence and lean on the frame of the car door staring at him.

Tangerine readjusts in his seat, you assume because of your comment.

“Yeah, well I’ll be fine.” He clears his throat. “Why are you lot even here now. Shouldn’t you two be at the crash site helping the survivors then?” He says, this time meeting your eyes.

You stand back up straight and go back to cleaning his face gently.

“Well, Elijah over there saw you two and basically jumped out of a moving car to help you two. I’m just here to do my job and go home. I go where the people need me, and seeing as you and your frien–”

“Lemon.”

“Seeing as you and your friend - Lemon - are people in need, here I am. On the side of the road, stitching up a man who looks like he’s had an even longer day than I could even begin to imagine.”

You go to wipe some new blood off of Tangerine’s forehead as a curly, brown lock of hair falls down and you instinctively tuck it back into place with the rest of it. Your instinct takes you by surprise, and you choose to act like it was nothing. But you watch as the small, unplanned touch causes Tangerine to readjust once more and it seems to bring some type of tiny emotion to a previously blank face.

“You know you’re allowed to talk to me. I might be in the medical field, but there’s rules in place. Patient-doctor confidentiality and all that, yeah? Plus I’m pretty sure any story that comes out of your mouth, nobody would believe coming out of mine if I repeated it.”

While small talk wasn’t really something you enjoyed, it would definitely beat the awkward silence that kept filling the small space between you and Tangerine. It was another attempt to get him to speak, not a strong one, but it felt pretty cut and dry. He seemed like he wanted to speak, but it was clear he thought it wiser not to in this situation.

You give him a second or two to speak, but he just stares at you. You let out a small sigh.

“Okay, your face is all patched up now. It probably isn’t as perfect as it was before, but with time some of the bruising and swelling will go down. You might have a small scar on your forehead as well, but that isn’t from me.”

You start giving him instructions on how to care for the new cuts as you shine a flashlight into his eyes to check for a concussion. You were about to speak to ask about how his head was feeling when he abruptly spoke.

“I was on the bullet train. Me and Lemon had a job. We were supposed to get off in Kyoto, but things went south pretty fuckin’ quickly.” He says, now seeming to want to have a conversation.

Maybe Tangerine did have a concussion.

“We both jumped out of one of the holes in the side of one of the carts into a lake or some shit down the road. It seemed like a much better plan than getting absolutely crushed by a bullet train being pancaked into a wall or getting shot in the fuckin’ face by some bellends.”

He practically sneers as he says the word ‘bellends,’ and you accidentally let out a sound that is a mix between a laugh and a scoff.

“‘Bellends’? That’s a new one for me – do you mind rolling up your right sleeve or taking it out of your shirt so I can dress that stab wound? – So who was after you and Lemon anyways? You just happen to make some really bad enemies while in Tokyo?”

You ask the question as you take the medical kit from Tangerine’s lap to allow him to readjust and begin to gather some supplies as Tangerine starts to move around, and doing what you asked of him. You set the kit back down in his lap after he unbuttons his shirt enough to bring his arm out and hand it to you.

You go to reach for it so you can get a better look at his wound when you're interrupted by Tangerine holding a single finger up to you before saying, “Do you mind?” and you watch as he takes a holster and gun off of his waist.

You weren’t an expert on guns, but it was small, and it was a gun. He sets it down on the floor of the car before readjusting his position and holding his bruised, and bleeding arm out to you as you basically gawk at the man.

“Sorry, pretty damn uncomfortable, and I’ve had plenty of that for one day.”

“Okay then. So I’m going to assume you didn’t just accidentally make an enemy or two in Tokyo. What do you do?”

You gently take his arm and turn it over in your hands, examining the cut before deciding how to proceed. You can’t help but notice the muscles he has and you wonder if it has anything to do with his job.

He takes in a deep breath before answering, almost preparing for a response from you.

“Well, if you must know, I’m a contract killer. I kill who I’m told, occasionally save someone's ungrateful rich and pompous ass, deliver money and I’m usually on my way. But not today.”

He says the last part as he stretches his shoulder and neck backwards and pops them.

“Okay, that makes the guns, bellends, and stabbing make sense I guess?” At this point you’re once again working on stitching a part of Tangerine up and disinfecting a wound.

“That’s it? You believe me. You don’t think I’m toying around with you?”

There’s a tone in his voice that makes you look up at him from where you’re almost hunched over his arm. You make eye contact with him and realize that this wasn’t just a remark – he’s seriously asking.

“I mean, you and Lemon are pretty beat up. You look like you’ve been stabbed, shot at, punched and probably more. You told me you jumped out of a moving train AND a bullet train just crashing through a wall isn’t just a daily occurrence here if you were wondering or confused about that one. It all adds up, it makes sense. I’ve heard of worse, trust me.”

You keep eye contact as you say this, adding a shrug at the end. His expression doesn’t change, but you see his eyes slowly soften and you know your answer was “correct” in his eyes.

You go to turn back once again to his arm when he asks, “Do you like what you do?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your job - do you like what you do?” He repeats himself, leaning his head on the back of the seat.

“I mean. It pays the bills, it’s allowed me to travel, and I paid to get here. I help people most days, so yeah. I’d say I enjoy it for the most part.” You shrug, not really making eye contact with him and just going about your business. “Do you enjoy your job?” You ask in return.

At first Tangerine just responds with a hum, and you watch as he closes his eyes. You imagine he’s replaying the events of today to try and decide.

“For the most part I would say. I travel across the globe, deal with scoundrels, and most of the time get paid to get rid of scums. And majority of my jobs I spend with my brother. Seems like a win-win to me, love.” He opens his eyes and looks to you as he finishes his answer.

“Does repeatedly getting hurt not make you want to find something different?” You ask, meeting his gaze. You truly wanted to know. He wasn’t the first person you had come across that led a life of danger, and he wouldn’t be the last. But so far Tangerine had been the first one to be honest with you.

“Does repeatedly stitching up assholes ever get boring?” He asks in return, still holding your gaze.

You look over his face before responding.

“Not if the asshole carries a conversation with me and holds my med kit while I stitch him up.” You say as you give him a small smile and he returns an even bigger one. You notice that his eyes also smile back at you.

You quickly finish stitching his arm and stand up fully, once again discarding what you no longer needed.

“All done.”

You say with a smile. You begin to take off your gloves to throw to the side as you’re now done. Tangerine watches your hands before finally speaking.

“Would you ever seriously consider switching careers for one that provided more money, but might be a little more of a risk?” His voice sounds steady, but when you look him in the eyes, you think you see a hint or nervousness.

“It depends on who it’s under, how much the pay is, and how much of a risk it is. I mean that’s a pretty serious question you're tiptoeing around, yeah?” You say with a half smile on your face. You lean back onto the frame of the car door and cross your arms as you look at Tangerine. Once again your eyes search his face for any hint of what he’s thinking, feeling, or about to say. With no results besides him stretching his jaw and meeting your eyes.

“So you don’t have kids, family, a partner or spouse, that would play a part in that decision? At all?” He pries, this time his eyes searching your face for a reaction.

“No, not really. I mean I moved here from the States for a residency. I have some friends, but they’re all only really coworkers. No spouse or partner or no kids – I’m single, if that’s what you’re looking for. Not even a pet right now. My decision would fully be up to me and what benefits me. Point, blank, period.”

You try to keep an emotionless face. Not that you wouldn’t consider what you think Tangerine is considering asking – you just wouldn’t want to get your hopes up. The daily life in the hospital wasn’t what you were expecting and you had been wanting to swap things up. Plus working for Tangerine seems like it would be just what you needed. He seemed cheeky, he had banter, the pay would probably be more than what you could imagine and the man wasn’t hard on the eyes.

“Would you want to come work for me? I mean you’d be workin’ for Lemon as well and all. But would you consider it? With all the jobs we go on across the middle of fuckin’ nowhere, it probably wouldn’t hurt to have our own personal medic. And you do a fine job from what I can tell.” At this point he begins to put his right arm back into his shirt, but doesn’t button it back up. You look from his exposed chest to his eyes, and meet his gaze.

“Of course we would pay you well, and probably help pay for travel expenses and anything you needed to get situated into this position. I’d have to talk pay over with Lemon before I gave you an exact amount, but we wouldn’t fuck you over or anything like that. We aren’t pricks.” He continues to babble, this time his voice almost faltering. You were making him nervous the longer you didn’t react.

His eyes once again search your face, looking for some pre-existing answer to his job offer. You watch as one of his eyes twitches.

“Take me on a date first, and I’ll consider coming to work for you. And Lemon of course.” A small smile makes its way to your face.

“You mean like an interview?” Tangerine looks to you, confusion written all over his now blood-free face.

“I mean, you can consider it if you’d like. But I’d like a date with you.” You shrug. “You’re an attractive man, you seem intelligent. And you’ve called me love about four different times since you’ve given me your name.” You once again smile at the man sitting in front of you. Calling his actions out might be ballsy, but it seems to work as his face turns a slight pink.

“I’d love to take you out on a date. But let’s not forget who was practically gawking over who’s bicep now shall we?” Tangerine gives you a shit eating grin as you turn blood red and cover your face laughing.

“Lemon’s going to love having you on as a third member.” He says, getting out of the car and walking towards Lemon and Elijah.

You close your medical kit and place it back into the car and turn around to shut the car door.

“What a meet-cute story.” You mumble to yourself as you go to follow Tangerine over to where he was already talking to Lemon.

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3/19/2023: edited to fix spelling mistakes

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