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konigbabe · 1 year

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the codeine scene

Pairing: Tangerine x fem!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: vulgar language; rough sex; hate sex; p-in-v sex; fem!degradation; shameless smut; kitchen sex

Summary: Tangerine was a man filled with intense hatred towards you, and no matter what you tried, there seemed to be no way of appeasing him. When you needed something from him, however, you were willing to go to great lengths to get it; even if it meant trading something of value to satisfy his most basic desires.

A/N: Written as part of my A to Z kinks challenge; H as in hatefucking.

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A wicked smile formed on your lips as you felt the familiar warmth of him against you. The adrenaline rush surging through his body was driving him to slow madness, something you were all too familiar with. The air around you began to thicken, sending a tingling sensation through your whole body as you welcomed the intensity of his embrace. "S'that what you got to offer?" his eye twitched again, a snarl leaving his lips as he watched you nod. The darkness of his pupils seemed to spread like ink across the sea of blue that filled his eyes, the edges of his irises slowly fading away until all that remained was an abyss that seemed to swallow the light around them. His face glistened with sweat, the room's air filled with the pungent scent of sex as you stood before him. His eyes were fiercely staring you down, and in a swift motion, you reached for a napkin on the counter, quickly wiping his cum off of your heated skin before throwing the used napkin in his face.

The dark room concealed your figure like a black blanket draped over you in the night, its eerie stillness a stark contrast to the heavy steps carelessly growing louder as he approached your hidden position. You held your breath as the sound of his boots echoed through the darkness, your heart pounding in anticipation of his arrival.

The dark jacket was draped over his bloodied arm, exposed by the rolled-up sleeves. The exposed tattoos showed evidence of the time that had slowly eroded them away, their colors now barely discernible, the edges frayed and dull. The vest clung to his body, emphasizing his slim waist, a sight you found both appealing and infuriating.

An exhausted sigh left his chapped lips, an almost invisible scar decorating the bottom of his lip that had been there since you first encountered each other in Switzerland many years ago. He was mesmerizing back then, back when you were still unaware of the depths of his true character; the vulgarity of his words, the hurt his hands were able to inflict, and the painful pleasure that his coarse nature could bring. If it weren't for his good looks, he'd be dead by the time you were standing in the safety of his flat. You had seen and experienced so much since that time in Switzerland, yet still, here you were, standing in the same place, your eyes once again taking in his figure, his alluring beauty, and his mysterious and dangerous aura.

Watching his careless behavior felt almost surreal; there were no signs of the mean demeanor you had come to associate him with, no signs of his mercilessness and ruthlessness as you stayed within the shadows. Still, he moved with the precision of a killer as he draped the jacket over his chair, soon followed by his vest, leaving only a light shirt on; the few loose buttons on his collar revealed a patch of dark, coarse hair decorating his broad chest, glimmering in the soft light of the room. His movements were calculated and precise, yet they still had the grace of a dancer, his shirt outlined the contours of his muscular torso, and the sight of his strong arms was mesmerizing. You could not help but be entranced by the sight of him, and you stayed there, captivated by his movements

Running a hand through his hair, back towards you, your eyes stayed glued to the way his bicep strained the sleeve as he unintentionally flexed it. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey, he grabbed a carton of eggs from his near-empty refrigerator and a spatula. Taking the pan from the stovetop, he scraped it clean before pouring the eggs into it. He began to scramble them, his movements swift and confident as he seasoned them with salt and pepper.

You thought to yourself, "Who eats eggs at night?" as his piercing eyes darted towards you, almost as if he had heard your inner musings.

Body flexing on instinct, he initially raised the hand with a spatula, ready to be used as a weapon, before the recognition of who you were kicked in. His face showed absolutely no signs of friendliness, his gaze cold and firmly fixed on you as his hand tightened around the utensil. You weren't expecting anything less from the man before you, who was doing everything in his power to protect himself and his home.

"I should stab you with this fuckin' spatula," is voice was rough and raised as if he had been screaming moments before. A small smile slowly spread across your face as you pushed yourself away from the wall and stepped into the warm light of Tangerine's kitchen. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was serious, but you weren't afraid. You knew it was time to face the challenge that had been presented to you.

Step by step, you slowly crept closer to the corner of the table, your fingertips lightly gliding across the sleek, unblemished surface. The quiet scraping of your nails against the island's surface could be heard reverberating through the thick air, seeming to linger for a moment before dissipating into the atmosphere.

You smiled sweetly, your voice dripping with saccharine venom as you asked, "Are you making dinner for two?" Your hand moved behind your back, your fingertips brushing against the cold metal of your handgun. A familiar rush of adrenaline surged through you as you prepared yourself for whatever was to come. You held your breath as you waited for his response, your eyes narrowing as you watched for any signs of deception.

Tangerine watched your every move as a hawk, ready to pounce the moment you'd make a wrong decision. Lying the spatula down, he turned off the stove and put his hand on the kitchen island. With your way blocked, your fingertips danced along the gun's handle.

"Now why the fuck would I ever consider having a fuckin' dinner with you?" he snarled, "bitches like you don't serve nice things."

"Ouch," you said with a grimace of pain, one hand still on your chest and the other firmly clutching the handle of your gun. You could feel the cold metal pressing against your skin, the weight of your weapon in your palms as you pointed its muzzle right at where Tangerine's heart would be if he had any. Your gaze hardened, your finger tightening around the trigger, as you silently dared him to make a move.

His eyes trailed along the entirety of your arm, down to the tip of your finger which was pressing lightly against the trigger of the gun. His face was downcast, his lips pressed together tightly. He slowly looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours through his heavy lashes. He seemed to be waiting for something, his gaze unwavering.

"What the fuck do you want?" he finally asked, his voice a mere whisper.

With a shrug, you thrust the gun forward, its barrel pressing into the rigid muscles of his body. "I want the drive you took from Jiménez," you said, your words coming out in a low, menacing growl.

"Dunno what you talkin' about," he shrugged, the corner of his mustache twitching.

Taking the final step toward him, your chest a mere inch from his, you held his gaze as you pressed the muzzle of the gun firmly against his temple.

"Don't fuck with me, Tangerine. I know what you did in Guantanamo," his breath was warm and toxic as it fanned over your face; he listened intently, his eye twitched as he struggled to hold himself together, "you and Lemon...you took what was mine and I want it back."

Lifting your arm up in the air, the butt of the gun was aimed directly at Tangerine's face before his fingers wrapped securely around your wrist, wrenching it painfully and resulting in you dropping the weapon. Taking advantage of the moment, Tangerine managed to get one of his legs between yours, painfully twisting your arm behind you, yet you didn't give up so easily, even when confronted by a man who had the potential to overpower you.

Throwing your head back, you felt him groan as the back of your head hit something hard. Swinging your hand away from his body and turning back to face him, you could see a slight trail of blood coming from his nose, his hair tangled and disheveled. With a powerful kick to his thigh, Tangerine was soon kneeling on one knee before you. Raising your leg to deliver the final blow to his head, he took the opportunity and launched forward, his body crashing into yours as his arm wrapped underneath your raised leg, the other going straight for your neck as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground. His grip was firm and unrelenting, his face inches away from yours as you felt his breath on your skin.

Your back met the surface of his kitchen island with a heavy thud, air knocked out of your lungs as the back of your head slammed against the island, a moan of pain escaping from your parted lips. His gaze locked onto yours, almost daring you to make a move. His eyes seemed to bore into yours, unflinching and unyielding, as a chill ran up your spine.

Tangerine's body was pressed hard against yours, his hips holding yours down as he firmly pinned your leg to your chest with his arm, while his other hand clamped down around your throat with tremendous pressure, so intense it felt as if he was going to choke the life right out of you.

"Now why the fuck would I give you that," he spat at you, a drop of blood dripping on your cheek as you felt the heat of his anger radiating from him. His grip around your throat tightened, leaving you gasping for air as your fingernails dug into the thin skin of his hand, desperate for a release. Your eyes met his and you saw the wrath behind them. He released his grip just enough to allow you to breathe, but the warning was still clear in his gaze.

"Now, now, Tangerine," you taunted him, hips grinding against his hardening cock. His breath hitched and a low growl escaped his throat as you moved against him. The man above you furrowed his eyebrows, eyes following your body's movement while his arm pushed your leg even more into your body.

"S'that what you got to offer?" his eye twitched again, a snarl leaving his lips as he watched you nod. The darkness of his pupils seemed to spread like ink across the sea of blue that filled his eyes, the edges of his irises slowly fading away until all that remained was an abyss that seemed to swallow the light around them.

Yanking you up roughly, he didn't waste a second in turning you around. His hand gripping your hair, he roughly slammed you down onto the cold, marble kitchen island. The shock of the hardness against your body made you gasp in surprise. He used his arm to hold you in place, his other hand tracing a path down your back.

"I ain't gonna go easy on ya'" his lips moved along your ear, arm tightening around your neck as he pushed your face down. The coolness of the surface seeped through your heated cheeks as he ground his semi-hard cock into your ass, sending a wave of desire coursing through your body. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, his hand gripping your hips.

Tangerine yanked down his dress pants, palming his cock through his underwear as his other hand worked on your own pants. A surprised yelp escaped your lips as you felt his hand connect harshly with the flesh of your ass, the heavy rings decorating almost all his fingers surely leaving marks behind that would linger for days. His hand quickly found its way between your legs, pushing aside the fabric of your barely-there underwear to find the wetness that had been building up since he first slammed you against the counter. His fingernails scraped against your sensitive skin, causing you to gasp in pleasure and anticipation. Tangerine leaned in closer, chest pressed against your back, his lips just barely brushing against your neck as he whispered in your ear with a chuckle, "Look at you, fuckin' hell, always knew you were a dirty whore."

"Shut up," you pushed yourself into his hand as his fingers circled your entrance, causing him to dip his digits inside you, "Just fuck me already, Tangerine, or is it too complicated for you?"

He grabbed the soaked material of your panties, yanking them towards him with a firm tug. Pain shot through your hips as the fabric dug into your skin, before finally tearing apart. A hiss left your lips, and you strained your head to the side to watch as Tangerine looked down at your juices that were painting the inside of your thighs. His gaze was hungry, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body as he stepped closer, pressing his hips against yours from behind.

"Fuck," he grabbed his now fully erect cock, collecting your wetness on the head and using his palm to spread it along its length. His fingers glided over its velvety surface as he savored the sensation of its bulging veins, feeling it grow even harder in his hand. His breathing quickened as he continued to stroke it, the pleasure intensifying with each movement.

"This shit's get's you goin', ey?"

With those words, he pushed the crown inside you, welcoming the somewhat familiar squeeze of you as it filled your insides. The feeling of being slowly and thoroughly filled sent a shiver of pleasure through you, intensifying as his length filled you to the brim. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, and the sensation so exquisite that a desperate moan escaped your lips, your hips bucking against him as he pinned you to the island, keeping you in place, your body quivering with pleasure as he continued to fill you with himself.

The moment he was fully seated inside you, you could feel the head of him poking into your walls. Savoring the moment for a few seconds, Tangerine pulled back, his cock easily sliding out of you until only the tip remained inside your warmth. He kicked your legs more apart, causing you to stand on your tiptoes to stay on the ground, and angled himself a little up. He didn't waste any more time and slammed his full length inside, the brutal force sending your hips up and forward, the side of the island bumping into your flesh as a moan left you, hands looking for leverage to hold onto. His thrusts became deeper and faster, the sensation of him pushing through your walls and scraping against your insides making you gasp and moan.

Tangerine set up a relentless, powerful pace, one hand pushing deep into your hair as the other wrapped tightly around your arms, yanking them back and pressing them against your shoulder blades, forcing your back to arch as you sought a little solace in his hard-edged demeanor. His touch was unyielding, his gaze intense; it felt like he was searching deep inside of you for your innermost secrets. You found yourself giving in to the sensation, craving the way his body moved against yours. Every movement was steeped in pleasure, and you felt yourself melting into a blissful state of ecstasy as his every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

Your clit kept bumping against the counter, your hips thrusting and swaying of their own accord as they sought out the pleasure they craved. Your breath came in short, shallow gasps as you felt your body responding to the sensations, feeling yourself grow more aroused with each passing moment.

"Fuck," he cursed loudly as he felt your tight walls clinging to him, your juices coating his cock as he pushed himself further into you. Twisting your hair into a loose ponytail, he let go of your arms and gripped your hip, the grasp bruising as he pushed you back into him, getting incredibly deep inside you. Tugging at your hair, he forced you to straighten your back, hands supporting your weight on the kitchen island as he found a steady yet brutal pace, fucking you upwards with deep, powerful thrusts that sent shockwaves of pleasure through you. His body moved masterfully against yours, pushing you higher and higher until you felt like you were about to burst. His grip on your hair tightened, guiding you through the powerful waves of pleasure that reverberated through your body.

His grunts echoed through your ear as his head rested on your shoulder, his cock probing the front of your walls, impaling you with every powerful thrust. Throwing your head onto his shoulder, your moans grew louder, a few curses leaving in between as your fingertips found your throbbing clit, circling the nerve with precious skill and utter finesse. Your body trembled and shivered, pleasure intensifying with every thrust and touch. You were lost in the moment, your pleasure escalating to new heights as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Gimme more," you turned your head towards his, your mouth hungrily finding a pulsating vein on the side of his neck before your teeth sank in, roughly pinching the heated flesh. A growl of pleasure and pain left Tangerine's lips as he yanked you from his neck by the hand still in your hair, the side of your face connecting with the hard surface of his kitchen island once again. He clutched your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he pressed his body up against you, his hot breath fanning over your neck and sending an electric thrill through your body.

"No," he grunted as he slammed inside you, "fuckin'" he continued, pausing between each thrust, "biting."

Your walls clenched down onto his cock as he buried himself deep within you, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his nearing climax drew nearer. With a deep grunt, he pulled out of you, fisting his cock over your perched ass as he let out a curse. You felt his cum land on your ass and trickle down your thighs all the way to your abused lips. His hands moved away from your body and rested on either side of you as you were still displayed and spread wide on his counter; his breath coming out in heavy pants as his eyes were closed in blissful ecstasy.

"Now's my turn," you breathed out, pushing your back into his chest, forcing him to beckon. Tangerine bent down to collect his pants from around his ankles. With a wicked smile, he said, "told you you ain't comin'."

His face glistened with sweat, the room's air filled with the pungent scent of sex as you stood before him. His eyes were fiercely staring you down, and in a swift motion, you reached for a napkin on the counter, quickly wiping his cum off of your heated skin before throwing the used napkin in his face. You adjusted your clothing, pulling your pants up to your waist, and observed as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black item - the drive.

"You had it on you the whole time?" you snarled at him, your eyes narrowing in anger. With a single nod, he put it on the sweat-stained table, sliding it toward you. He then turned his back towards you, his shoulders tense as he went to the stove.

He turned his head to the side to look back at you, his eyes dark and warning. "Got what you wanted, right? So get out of my fuckin' flat before I strangle you," he warned, his voice low and menacing.

With an annoyed huff, you turned towards the door, the drive securely in your grasp as you cursed the man out under your breath, determined to finish yourself back in the comfort of your hotel bed.

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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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emper1on · 7 months

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this canon

#my art #tangybug #bt ladybug #bt tangerine #bt #bullet train ladybug #bullet train tangerine #bullettrain #bullet train

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pebble-of-gold · 1 year

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WOO 2023

Lets talk about my top 10 films that came out in 2022! I watched a lot of films last year!

1. Everything everywhere all at once

I could write essays on this movie but putting it simply I watched this film in theatres 5 times. There was nothing in this movie that dissapointed me. Its an incredible example of nihilism vs existentialism and I cried 3/5 times i saw it. I now own it on dvd.

2. Bullet train

Bullet train I saw ever so slightly less coming in at 4 cinema visits! Fantastic visuals and soundtrack. Wonderful casting and a fabulously written script! One of my favourite examples of a film that is just fun to watch. I'll be honest on the 3rd and 4th time I was a bit bored but theres not as much going on to rewatch as EEAAO.

3. Black panther: Wakanda forever

I started crying and I dont know if I stopped? An incredibly touching tribute to Chadwick Boseman and a heartbreaking reminder of who we've lost. I think this is the best marvel movie since endgame honestly.

4. The unbearable weight of massive talent

Nick Cage is unironically one of my favourite actors and him and pedro pascal have created an amazing piece of media here. It is so funny and thats all it needs to be! Its just 2 guys getting to know eachother. Fair enough theres some action and spy shit going on but with that removed it is just pure fun.

5. NOPE

A slightly controversial one I know, However, I will never get over the wacky inflatable arm tube men. Im not even joking. They are what made me want to see the film in the first place! No but an excellent example of terror vs fear and a perfect film to discuss questions like "how far should you go for the shot" and issues like exploitation of animals.

6. Three thousand years of longing.

First and foremost its Tilda Swinton and Idris Elba enough said. This movie is gorgeous. The cinematography is beautiful and the costumes the makeup the set design the props my word they did not dissapoint! The message of the film is largely isolation but also behind that theres a sense of love is eternal and how much would you do for love. I couldn't recommend this film more.

7. Matilda

Ok this one is the music and choreography for me. It's a fun film and i loce the set design for it. The costume for mrs wormwood is to die for and I want it all. Theres not a huge moral like the others on the list its a good example of what goes around comes around and good prevails. The camerawork is amazing too.

8. The Menu

Everyone in this film is an awful person EXCEPT Anya Taylor Joy's Character and I live for it. The pacing is wonderful, the camerawork again fantastic and the characterisation!!! There is so much tension and it keeps building until you reach the climax its a wonderful. I like to think the film is about anti capitalism and the death of creatives due to the preassure of critics.

9. The banshees of inisherin

My favourite type of media is where nothing happens but SO MUCH happens. (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead is a wonderful example of this) and Banshees is an amazing example of that. At its core its about loss and lobelyness. Plus It has a RELATIVELY ACCURATE autistic character and thats my favourite part.

10. Don't worry darling

DON'T BOO ME DON'T YOU DARE. OK I ENJOYED IT. SOMEONE HAD TO! HARRY'S ACTING WASN'T EVEN THAT BAD YES IT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON CAN YOU BLAME HIM! plus I was living for the drama of DWD and no it was not at all about feminism or the female orgasm but it was about control and it was a fantastic film to showcase that.

Honorable mentions go to:

Where the crawdads sing, Batman, The bad guys, Sing 2, violent night, JJK:0, Multiverse of madness.

Thor does not get an honorable mention and I will not see avatar 2 because I want it to flop.

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eddiescorner · 2 years

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Saw Bullet Train today

I had a really good time.

It’s not super funny all the time but is very, very entertaining.

I enjoy this kind of stories where a group of people, each with their own plans, bounce off each other and fight each other in a closed space (the train).

Kinda wish the pacing was a bit faster. Most of the movie have this sort of moderate rhythm to it that I think was not always necesary.

Also the final battle is very over the top and very fun.

#bullet train #bullettrain #bullet train movie #bullet train 2022 #brad pitt #aaron taylor johnson #movies #movie reviews #movie review #film #film reviews #film review

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andthevillainshallrises · 2 years

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no thoughts, head empty full of Tangerine

#blog posts #tangerine #bullet train #lady bug #bullettrain #movie stills #screen caps #sorry but the aesthetic of this movie??#it was so good i wanna rewatch it #i would sell an organ for a tangerine and lemon only movie

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ir-onhan · 2 years

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I would sell all of my organs for a Lemon and Tangerine prequel movie I am not exaggerating

#it should have deadpool vibes #and it should just be one mission #and they break the fourth wall and it’s all connected start to finish like bullet train #some of their growing up backstory #CMON #bullettrain

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embodyingchaos · 9 months

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Could I request a lemon x reader (from bullet train obvi) where they’re in a relationship and they both find out they’re on the same train?

❥ of course! i'm so excited!! my first bullet train request ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) p.s. i am so sorry this was really late!

coincidence pairing: lemon x gn!reader genre: established relationship, sorta fluffy, i had no idea how to end this warnings: mentions of blood, injury, lots of swearing cause its tangerine and lemon word count: 1k

y/n smiled as they stared at the last text message they received from their boyfriend. they were on a bullet train in japan for a little one-person vacation while their partner was off in london doing his usual job, whatever that was.

they placed their phone on the table facing downwards, staring at the sticker of edward, a thomas and friends character, that was placed on the back of their phone case. y/n had received the sticker from their boyfriend from a while back when they first started dating. he had immediately labelled them as an edward after noticing how they were willing to listen to his problems when they noticed he was having a bad day(he was taking his frustrations out by kicking a trash can so it was quite obvious).

they yawned as they made themselves comfortable on the seat in economy class. just as y/n was about to close their eyes, the sudden vibrations from their phone caused them to open their eyes wide. they picked it up and saw a name that brought a grin to their face.

sliding the answer button, they placed the phone to their ear. “hello, there, handsome.” y/n greeted in a flirtatious tone, receiving a chuckle from the other end. “hello, love.” lemon answered back, equally as playful.

“so, to what do i owe the pleasure?” y/n asked, “what? i can’t call the love of my life every now and then to check up on them and see how they’re doing?” he asked back cause them to giggle. “you may. though, you act as if i could die in a matter of minutes if you don’t call me every hour.” y/n joked but there was no laughter coming from him. “right. well, where are you now?” he changed the subject, they were a bit curious as to why but decided not to speak up about it. “on a bullet train, heading from tokyo to shin-osaka.” lemon was silent for a while after that.

on his side of the call, he was looking around the train from his seat. “you’re… on the bullet train… now?” he asked slowly, “yes, love.” they nonchalantly answered, a bit confused. “which train?” “the tokaido shinkansen.” lemon could feel his heart drop. he couldn’t hear the rest of what his partner was saying as he tuned out. “...that mascot thing is so cute-” “i gotta call you back, sweetheart.” he suddenly said when he saw tangerine signalling him to get off the phone. “stay out of trouble, yeah?” y/n snorted, “yes, dad. i will definitely stay out of trouble.” lemon rolled his eyes, “i love you.” “i love you too.” as he put the phone down, tangerine eyed him up and down.

“the bloody hell’s wrong with you, mate? look like you just seen a ghost or sum’in.” he commented, looking at the walkway to see if anyone was there. “y/n’s on this train.” tangerine raised an eyebrow, “so?” “so? what if they get hurt or worst?” his brother only snorted, finding him ridiculous. “why the fuck would they get hurt? don’t be absurd, lemon.” he told lemon, who was still looking bothered.

tangerine sighed, “this is why, as assassins, we don’t date. remember, we’ve got a job to do.” he nodded his head towards the sleeping figure in the other seat beside them. lemon nodded, “right.” “they’ll be fine. trust me.” tangerine assured and lemon gave him a tight-lipped smile.

the train ride for y/n was quite boring. they didn’t really know what to do for the next few hours of their trip. they decided to read a book or two.

after an hour of nonstop reading, they stretched and got out of their seat to go to the restroom. just as they were getting out, a man with long blonde hair and thick-rimmed glasses bumped into them. “oh, shit. i am so sorry.” “oh, it’s alright. coulda happened to any one of us really.” y/n smiled before moving aside to let him pass, “arigato!” he said with his american accent, y/n stared at him weirdly. “...okay.” they muttered quietly as they walked the opposite direction.

honestly, peeing was exactly the thing they needed. y/n checked their watch and realised they still had an hour or so before their stop. “god, i hate travelling.” they said to nobody but themselves as they finished up their business, wiping themselves and flushing the toilet. while they were washing their hands, they heard a loud knocking on the door. "come out, you dick! i know you're in there!" a growling voice yelled, startling y/n furthermore.

now, this would usually scare the living shit out of y/n but the thing about this was that the voice sounded exactly like their boyfriend. y/n slid the door wide open, and to their dismay, they were correct.

there stood lemon wearing a tie and jacket, bleeding from the nose with a decorative cut on his cheek.

"oh shit." he muttered to himself when he saw them, rubbing his temple with his hand. "lemon?! what are you doing here?" y/n asked, "and what on earth happened to your face?" they grabbed his face with both hands, turning it to the right and left direction in order to see the bruises better.

lemon grabbed their hands gently, "hey, hey, hey, don't mind these. they're nothing." he cooed, "i'm- uh- shocked! to find you on the same train as us, that is." y/n gave him a weird look, "us?" they asked as they were fully sceptical. "me and tangerine, o'course." he explained, but his lover only scoffed.

"wow, without me huh?” lemon couldn’t tell if they were serious or joking, but either way it didn’t stop his sweat from dripping down the back of his neck. “hey! what about this: i’ll join you once i’ve found tangy, and we can all ride the train together, hm?” he suggested with a nervous grin, y/n rolled their eyes. “alright.” they agreed, lemon subconsciously let out a breath of relief.

just as they were about to go opposite directions, y/n grabbed his sleeve. “don’t ditch me, yeah?” of course, he did exactly that. what? he had to go retrieve that briefcase he technically lost.

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