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Accident - Tangerine

Warnings; language, sexual innuendos, mentions of blood. A serious overuse of nicknames "love" and "darling". Tangerine is saurr ick coded in this idk what's going on.

Summary; Tangerine walks in on you after a shower and the conversation that follows plays out different than expected.

Tangerine is not expecting anything when he opens the door except an empty room with a bed for him to rest. He knows you're somewhere around of course, you'd parted ways with him shortly after the job, claiming you needed to wash the blood off of you before it stained your conscience. He didn't know if you'd still be in the hotel room, or down at the bar drinking away the memories of the days events. Overall he wasn't expecting what he saw.

"Fuck, shit, oh my god." He finds you scrambling for something , anything to cover yourself when he enters.

"Oh, bloody hell, sorry love. Thought you'd be done by now." He turns his back to you, though he does it slowly, because quite frankly he can't help himself from stealing a glance.

"You presentable yet darling?" Tangerine can hear you stumbling about behind him, a smile creeping onto his lips at the quiet curses that you let slip under your breath.

"Couldn't you just leave?"

"Believe it or not, I paid for this disaster of a hotel room, so I think I've won myself the right to bloody well stand in it."

He listens again, and can just make out a string of names you call him under your breath, "Ya know, that's not a nice thing to say."

"Go fuck yourself Tan." You're pissed, he likes it.

"I think it would be much more enjoyable if you gave me some help with that." He hears you gasp, your footsteps stumbling about until he knows you're in the bathroom and out of sight. He turns around, walking through the room to lay upon the bed. With hands behind his head and his back against the pillows, he waits for you.

When you're finally back within his view, he sighs, loving just how much his smile is irritating you, and even more so the way you refuse to look at him. "I think I liked you better with your clothes off."

"Of course you did." You're packing things into your duffle bag, and as you lean down, Tangerine can't help but notice that the shirt you're wearing is too big for you. Not only is it oversized however, but Tangerine realises it's his.

"You know darling, locking doors is a thing I'm sure you're capable of, considering you got opposable thumbs and all." He doesn't bring up the shirt just yet, perhaps because he thinks you might take it off if he does. He likes the look of you in it for now.

"I hate to break it to you, but this shitty hotel you paid for? Has no fucking locks!" you stand straight as you yell at him and now he has a full picture of you. His shirt hangs loose around you, the buttons done up crooked in your obvious rush to put something over your body, one sleeve keeps slipping from your shoulder, the skin there revealing itself and hiding away again every time you pull the fabric back up. He's obsessed with it, and you.

"Fucking hell."

Tangerine doesn't intend for the words to escape him, but they do, and he's almost embarrassed by it. It takes a minute before you realize what's happening, looking down at yourself and back up at him.

"The shirt's really doing it for ya, isn't it?" You've got your eyebrows raised, and Tangerine grins broadly.

"It really is, love." He pauses, taking you in again, "it really, really is."

You roll your eyes at him, but to Tangerine's surprise, you keep the shirt on, moving to sit on the other bed in the room.

"You know, that's something i don't get." You're staring up at the ceiling, arms by your sides on the bed as you speak. "What is so attractive about sharing clothing?"

Tangerine huffs, struggling to concentrate on his words. "Fucked if i know, but I'd let you have my kids right about now."

A laugh slips free of you, and you turn your head, cheek pressed against the duvet as you look at him. "You'd let me? What the fuck does that mean?"

"Sorry darling, lemme rephrase." Tangerine clears his throat, and you resist the urge to smile. "It would be an honor to father your children."

In an instant, you're laughing so hard you can barely breathe, curling in on yourself, and holding your stomach from the pain of the action. Tangerine watches you all through it, a smirk plastered firm on his face. "You're treating me like the fucking joker right now, it's not that funny."

You ignore him, calming yourself down.

"If you think about it, we'd have some good-looking kids, don't ya think?" His eyes scan over the features of your face, and he knows you're doing the same to him. "They'd be real heartbreakers, I think."

"Are planning out a fucking future with me in your head right now?" You ask, and there's another chuckle of disbelief threatening to break past your lips.

"No," Tangerine is deep in thought, though there's nothing sweet about it. "But I am planning out the next ten minutes with you."

That stuns you into a silence and a thousand thoughts race around in your head. You sit up, the left sleeve of Tangerine's top slipping from your shoulder again. "In my head, the next ten minutes involve alcohol, food, and sleeping in this hard arse motel bed. I think our priorities are pretty different."

Tangerine chuckles, propping himself up on his elbow, staring you down. "Well, our plans have one thing in common." He grins, but you don't share the expression. "The bed's in my fantasy too, darling."

You scoff, standing to move across the room. You'll order room service, you think, and pay for it with money from Tangerine's wallet, just to teach him a lesson. "You disgust me."

You can hear Tangerine standing from his place on his own bed, coming to stand behind you. "Alright, I'll drop the subject. What're you ordering?"

You twist your head back to look at him as you wait for the call on the rooms landline to go through. "Whatever the fuck I want."

The man behind you sighs, though you know he finds humor in the situation. He likes to get you all riled up. "You don't gotta give me the attitude, I get your point. Get me some chips, though, would ya?" His hands move upward to undo the top few buttons of his shirt. Buttons very similar to the uneven ones holding a particular piece of fabric to your body.

You don't respond, but when ordering Tangerine can't help but smile as you inquire about the chips he'd asked for. You don't hate him yet. In fact, he thinks you feel quite the opposite. You find him amusing at the very least, even though he finds you to be the most intriguing person he's ever met. Baby steps, he thinks. One day, you might take as much interest in him as he does you.

"Thank you, love. I appreciate it." He says once you've hung up the phone.

"They're just chips. It's not a big deal." You push past him, bare shoulder brushing against his clothed arm.

"It is when you're as starving as I am." His gaze follows you as you leap back on to your designated bed, sinking into the stiff pillows.

"You were starving for something else a minute ago." You mutter, eyes falling closed as you lay atop the covers.

"I'm always hungry for that, love. Make no mistake." He's removed the vest he'd been wearing, his belt discarded too as he answers the knock on the hotel room door. It's a staff member with what you ordered, arriving abnormally fast.

"You seriously apall me." You groan once the door is closed again, sitting up ready to eat. Tangerine snatches his chips from the tray provided, taking them over to his own bed as he sits down. With his legs over the edge of it, he leans forward, smile present again.

"I'm only joking, darling. Unless, of course, you don't want me joking, in which case I'm totally not."

That does earn a snort from you as you dig into your meal, and Tangerine leaves it at that. It's been an eventful night, and he's blessed enough to be sitting in this room alive. He's gifted even further with the fact that he gets to sit here with you, looking like a bombshell capable of ending every war in the world. Even tired and stuffing your face full of mediocre room service, he can't help but admire you. And that's a dangerous thing. If he's catching feelings, he doesn't exactly know it yet. But he has a suspicion that he might be, and he'll think on that for the rest of the night.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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tangerine angst please? I want to sob :(

He’s thought before, in passing, that maybe he should tone down his vocabulary. He knows that if he lets himself keep spewing filth around Lemon, Ladybug, or any of his other work friends, that something will slip out around you. It’s just a matter of time, and unfortunately, that time is now.

It’s a gruff, mumbled, half-hearted, “Oh, fuck off,” when you chide him for leaving his socks on the floor. He means it as more of an, ‘I’ll get them later,’, but his go-to when confronted is aggression, and even if he doesn’t mean it towards you, he says it anyways.

He barely even thinks twice about it, flipping through another page of the magazine he’s reading. The words feel casual, natural even, coming out of his mouth, so when there’s tense, stifling silence after them, he just assumes you’ve given up.

Instead you stiffen, he feels it where his hand lays against your own. Then you tear yours out of his grasp, and turn away from him on the mattress.

He glances over to see you curling in on yourself, and something aches in the pit of his stomach.

"Love," He prods gently at your shoulder, "Hey, what's that about?"

No response.

"C'mon," He pats you a little firmer, "I'm sorry, alright? 'Didn't mean to say that. Why don't you turn over now, yeah?"

More silence. When he gives up on waiting for a response his hand slips around your stomach, just under your breasts. He moves to pull you over, to flip you so that he can press a kiss to your lips and all will be well again.

Instead of rolling, you jerk. You turn your hip so that his hands slides off of you, and you flip the blanket over yourself. That ache in his belly only grows, and he sets the magazine down.

"Sweetheart," He croons, voice placating and soft, "I'm sorry I said that to you. Wasn't very nice, was it? Jus' slipped out, I didn't mean it. I'll pick up the socks now, alright lovely?"

He feels like an idiot. Sitting there, holding his breath, waiting for you to respond. You don't. He slides out of bed anyways, hearing a faint sniffle from where you're laying on the pillow.

He crouches down to nab the socks, reaching into the bathroom to grab a box of tissues in passing. When he stuffs the socks into the laundry hamper he rounds to your side of the bed, face twisting down into an involuntary frown as you shut your eyes. Your lashes are wet, and there's streaks down your face. He's made you cry.

Every hint you've given him so far, subtle or not, tells him you don't want to be touched. But he's stubborn, maybe just the same as you, and crouches beside your head.

He bunches up a tissue in his hands, nudging it against your cheeks to smear away the tear tracks. You flinch, not having heard him approach you, and he tries to ignore the stinging behind his eyes.

"No more tears." He decides, though another one slips through your closed lids. He sighs, dabbing it away, "I'm sorry. I didn't- I didn't even think about it, love. It wasn't meant to be angry. I know it's... well, it's not the nicest thing I've ever said to you. But really, I just- I say it all the time. I'll be more careful, darling, I promise."

You're not sure you've ever heard his voice that soft. You know he's intimidating for a living, so you take some comfort in the fact that he can separate home and work enough to sound soothing. But what worries you is that he didn't think, that he didn't take care in conversing with you.

Your lip wobbles. You know he sees it, even if your eyes aren't open to watch his expression shift. You hear him sigh, then you feel the scrape of his mustache against your forehead where his accompanying lips press.

"I'm sorry, darling." He promises, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I'm gonna turn out the lights, okay? Let's just have a rest, then we can work it out tomorrow. If you feel like it, that is."

He briefly considers that you won't want to talk about it tomorrow. He has a momentary vision of you sitting sullenly at the counter, eggs on your fork and orange juice on your tongue. He thinks about the way you'll look with your back turned to him, fleeing a room as soon as he enters. But the worst thing he sees is your back turned to him when you walk out the door, a bag in your hand as you leave him behind.

He's not going to dwell on that.

He slips under the covers, and though he longs to reach for you, he keeps his hands to himself. He realizes that he doesn't know where to put them anymore, that every position seems awkward if you're not a part of it. He settles with his arms above his head, folded against the headboard.

He can't sleep. The light has long since been turned out, and your sniffles have died down, but he's staring at the ceiling as if it'll tell him how to fix this. His throat feels dry when he gets that flashing vision again, your back to him as you walk out of his life. He sits up abruptly, hoping he doesn't shake the bed, and storms to the bathroom.

The glass of water that he downs probably does more for his bladder than for his nerves. He stares at himself in the mirror with a hard glare, eyes biting into his own soul the way they so often do to others.

"Fuckin' prick," He scoffs at himself, head turned so he doesn't have to see his own face. He sets the glass back on the counter with a thunk, trekking back to bed and sliding under the covers without paying attention.

When he rolls onto his back again, he finds you facing him. He feels strangely caught, as if he were a toddler getting found with a pudgy hand in the cookie jar. You're staring at him, your eyes dull and defeated.

"Did I wake you?" He worries.

"No," You shake your head, voice raspy and thick with previously-shed tears, "I couldn't sleep."

"Me either." He admits, sheepish.

"You were mean to me." You state, after a moment's silence. The word cuts at his chest. Mean. It's by far the simplest insult he's ever been thrown, except, for some strange reason, it hurts more than motherfucker. It's not gaudy or overexaggerated, there's nothing unsavory about his mother thrown in, it's just mean.

He doesn't want to be mean to you.

"I don't want to be mean to you."

"But you were."

"I'm sorry. I- I kind of forgot how.. mean that is to say. Really, darling, the last thing I want's to make you cry. 'Really hated that."

"They were just socks." You lament solemnly.

"I know," He can feel himself losing it, wanting to run, but he stands strong, "It was pretty stupid of me. 'S not a problem to pick up my own socks."

"Did you?"

"Yeah," He nods vigorously, "They're in the basket."

"Thanks."

Your voice sounds small. Sleepy, maybe, but small. He doesn't like it, he likes when you're bursting with love, light, life. He'll give you a pass, because it's past midnight and you're bundled in blankets, but he's not sure he'll ever be able to hear it again without remembering tonight.

"I'll be careful about what I say." He promises, tentatively. His hand is flopped over his chest, palm-up. He slides it fowards, arm bending slightly uncomfortably as he extends it to you.

You stare at it for a second too long. He thinks you'll reject him, but before he can slide his hand back, you reach out. You link yours with his, the feeling of your skin on his own renewing the dwindling hope in his chest. He breathes out what feels like a thousand pounds of air, weighing on his chest and yanking at the backs of his eyes so that they stung.

"I'm sorry," He repeats, as you roll into his chest.

"I know," You mumble, tucking your head against his pec, "I'm glad you apologized. I'm not like your friends. You can't be mean to me."

"I won't be," He promises, leaning down to smatter kisses along your hairline, "I won't be, darling, "I love you."

"I love you too," You sigh, content between his arms, and the words explode within his chest to send fireworks burning at his lungs. He wishes he could kiss the living daylights out of you, spin you around on a ballroom floor and dip you and smooch you on the way up. But you're already dozing, so he can't. He settles for one kiss to your lips, soft and slightly painful as he cranes his neck down, but the soft smile that curls over your lips when he pulls away is better than any extravagant scenario he's capable of imagining with you.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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could i make a request? tan is super focused on paperwork, making sure he knows what's going on for your next mission. of course it's better to be safe than sorry, but reading it over for a third rime is getting to be boring, and it's stressing him out. as a distraction, you start stripping, massaging shoulders, kissing his neck. anything to get his attention. you end up riding tan's thigh as a hail mary, which DOES get his attention... 🥴

no you cannot… just kidding😭 hii! I love love it. I ‘accidentally’ made him kinda submissive towards the end, bc I love whimpering men🤭 also I just realised that you wanted the reader to work with tan, but I only just caught onto that, hope that’s okay that I didn’t do that! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

paper break

tangerine x f reader

wc || 1k

warnings || 18+ only explicit content (word porn, blowjob, praise and swallowing) minors dni

hope this all makes sense, I have a fat juicy migraine rn so couldn’t check it properly (I re-read it and ran it through grammarly though)

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On the days leading up to missions, Tangerine would often be very stressed and frustrated, locking himself away in his office for hours on end as he re-read papers for the upcoming assignment. His patience ran thin as is, so the added strain of preparation put him in a foul mood. You wanted to dilute his stress in the only way that works.

Keeping a close ear out, you hear him leave for the bathroom. Quietly sneaking yourself into his office, you loosen the bow on your satin nightgown, allowing it to drape over the lace babydoll you knew he loved. Laying down on the leather sofa opposite his desk, adjusting yourself on your side with your elbow propped up, head resting in your palm.

He makes his way back into the room with a groan, frustratedly raking through his hair as he takes a seat. “Jesus Christ.” He exclaims, clearly shocked by your presence. “I ain’t got time, what do you want?” He questions as his eyes dart over the information papers, his gaze avoiding you.

“Thought you needed a break.” You softly reply, trailing your fingers over your thighs to grab his attention. “… I need one too.”

“Yeah well, I can’t right now… fuckin swamped.” He sighs, lobbing the paper clip before flicking through the papers. “Where the fuck is it?” He mumbles.

“Where’s what?” You reply in a somewhat sultry tone, sitting up and slowly making your way over. “Is it there?” You reply, bending over the table so he could see down your exposed chest. Trailing a finger up his arm.

“Mate.” He chuckles, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Later, please.”

“You seem tense,” you add, walking around the desk to stand behind him. Grazing your palms over his tight shoulders, lingering over his upper arms. “… so tense.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just hums lightly, rolling his neck as he felt into your touch. “Come on now.” He whispers, trying to balance the debate between his two heads. “That ain’t fair.”

Leaning over, pressing your tits against his back as you place a featherlight kiss to the side of his neck. Lightly breathing against the skin as you continue to tease him. You drag your hands over his back as you make your way around him, facing him and taking a seat on his thigh. Hovering as you gingerly wind your hips over him, lightly rubbing yourself over his leg. His head rolls back as his hands tightly clutch around your waist, gripping you as you please yourself.

His neck snaps back up to look at you, watching your closed blissed eyes. “Get down.” He says suddenly, nodding to the patch of floor between his feet. “Knees.”

Sliding down and doing as instructed, you kneel between his legs, resting your elbows on his thighs as you gaze up at him with pleading eyes. His hands eagerly snake into the waistband of his lounge trousers, reaching into his boxers he pulls out his hardened cock, allowing it to rest against his stomach while he pushed the hair away from your face. Collecting it in a bunch behind your head as he guides you between his thighs.

He grips himself at the base, giving it a couple of firm tugs before tapping his head on your bottom lip. Gently slapping it as he trails his tip along the softy needy flesh, dragging several drops of precum over them. Looking up at him, taking note of his almost animalistic features, watching the way his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. Breathing staggered with his gaze fixated on you.

He pushes his head past your lips, keeping himself shallow and popping his head out with a looming smirk.

His hands cup your jaw, angling you forward so your mouth could finally melt around his cock. A low gruff moan escapes his lips the second he feels the warm contact hug around the place he needed most, his hungry eyes watching his dick disappear in your mouth. “Oh princess,” he mutters, stroking his thumbs over your cheeks. “Fuck— right there, get the head… yeah like that, like that-.” He continues, his words freely spilling from his mouth.

Sinking further over him, holding his tip to the back of your throat as he twitched and pulsated in your grip. Dragging him out again you lightly swirl your tongue over his head, teasing his cock while you gazed up at him through your lashes. Watching the way his chest heaved with every strangled breath. “Honey, fuck… right—“ he mumbles, cutting himself off with a slight whimper. He slides his hands over your cheeks and into the roots of your hair, gently tugging you forward as your mouth continues to melt around him. “Christ.”

His words of encouragement quicken your pace, lips tantalisingly running over his veins as you massage him with your mouth and palm, working over him at just the speed he needed. Sucking in your cheeks as you continue to drag him in and out of your mouth, the added pressure sends his neck back, freely rolling as soft moans pour from his parted lips. “Please…” he whines, his fingers eagerly gripping your hair, delicately bunching it.

“I can’t— can’t… right there, right there, right there.” He mutters, eyes screwing shut as he pulsates inside your mouth, twitching erratically before his full release coats your tongue. Spilling in your mouth as you continue to work over him, listening to his needy whines and groans as you watched the desperation melt from his focused features.

Lapping up the rest of his cum, you place a light kiss on the tip of his cock before tucking him back into his boxers. Tapping his crotch in accomplishment with a grin spread wide across your lips. “I shall leave you be.” You start, teasing him.

His hand clasps over your forearm, silently begging you to stay as he helps you to your feet. “Ain’t no fuckin way you’re going now.” He smirks, lifting you into his lap and kissing your lips tenderly. Grinning as he nods down to the area between his thighs. “Just need a couple minutes.”

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fragileruns · 6 months

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oops hehe sorry i got super excited i forgot to give a plot line!!! as for plot, could we get smthing where reader is the complete opposite of tangerine (shy, timid sweetheart) and yet he’s still so drawn to her so he starts to routinely visit the place she works at (book shop, cafe, wtvr u want) and she has a bf who’s not the best to her n takes advantage of her kindness and trust, so tangerine helps her n talks her thru standing up for herself and even teaches her self defense just in case. tan starts to fall for her more n more and sees her as smthing precious, and reader is so captivated by this sexy intelligent man. n then one day tan is chilling at the cafe drinking coffee and reading (basically guarding her bc he’s protective hehe) bc she decided she was gnna break up w her bf and then when said bf comes in and she tries to end things, he starts getting aggressive and causing a scene so then our sexy tan just steps in all casually and shuts him down real fast and then that’s when reader’s heart skips a beat bc she realizes she likes tan (and tan may actually like her too) and so tan kicks ex’s ass to the curb and then checks on reader and calls her his “little badass” since she used her self defense on her ex when he tried getting handsy with her.

basically just some cuteeeeee fluff with some witty banter and unrequited love at the beginning but watching it grow into smthing more <3 thank again love

hi! sorry this isn’t exactly what you wanted but i didn’t feel patient enough to make it into a long fic, and i didn’t want to trigger anyone by adding actual abuse in here so i switched it a bit! let me know if you want something redone but hopefully it’s still good

tangerine x reader. content warnings: mentions of violent tones & the guy pushes tan but that’s it, cussing, female!reader, i didn’t realize how off i had written this until it was almost done so i’m sorry please rerequest if you’d like me to retry!

Tangerine was currently sitting in his usual seat, one right to the side of the counter you were working at. It granted him the best possible view (you) as he drank small sips out of this coffee cup, ‘reading’ the book in front him. Really, he was much more focused on watching you work.

He had been here for well over two hours and usually, he would have forced himself to leave by now. There was only so long he could stay without causing suspicion. Even when it was you - poor, oblivious you who couldn’t seem to realize that the only reason he ever came in was to see you.

However, after finding out about your asshole of a boyfriend from eavesdropping on your conversation (you were standing right beside him on your break, and how was he meant to ignore the insults being thrown at you when they were so blatantly untrue?), he had decided to make a bold step and tell you that you needed to stand up for yourself. Ever since then, you seemed to continuously have new questions about how to go about it since.

You opened up to him once, just a few days ago, about how you wanted to leave your boyfriend, how you were tired of feeling torn apart everyday, but you were scared. He had never been directly violent to you, but he was a strong guy, and you weren’t sure how he would take it. You didn’t want to become a victim. So, Tangerine had quickly suggested doing it in a public place where there were more people around to make sure you were alright. When you still didn’t seem sure, he asked if it’d help if he was there. You said yes.

So, he was spending the day at the cafe, the both of you waiting for your boyfriend to walk through the doors. You were nervously glancing up everytime the bell rang, and Tangerine desperately wanted to rub soothing shapes onto your back and tell you it would be alright. But, sadly, it wasn’t his place to do so.

After another few minutes of rereading the same sentence, the man Tangerine recognized from the last time he saw him in the shop with you walked in. He seemed in a fairly okay mood, or at least, he showed no outward signs of being upset.

Tangerine was instantly more alert, noticing the way you sucked in a breath and told your coworker that you’d be going on break, and he watched both you and the man as discreetly as he could. He could vaguely hear the conversation going on, and nothing seemed wrong at first.

You had given the man what seemed like a sympathetic smile, and from the way you were moving your hands around while you spoke, and from the way the man’s expression shifted to one of anger, Tangerine could assume you had told him it was over. He didn’t move though, smart enough to know that going to be by your side wouldn’t help matters any, not until he saw your now ex-boyfriend’s eyes flash with something ugly, hand raising.

That was when he jumped up. Reasonably, he didn’t think the guy would do anything even slightly violent in such a public space, but he didn’t want to take the risk. He wedged himself in the space between the two of you, his back facing you as he reached a hand back to grab onto your arm.

“You alright, love?” He asked, head tilted slightly back to look at you as you nodded, though he could feel how tense you were.

“Who the hell are you?”

Tangerine finally turned to acknowledge the man in front of him at the question, and his face hardened from the soft expression he had with you.

“None of your business. You should really get away from ‘er, if you know what’s best.” You were still hiding behind him, eyes filling with concern as your boyfriend only got more angry.

“She’s my girlfriend. Our conversation doesn’t concern you.”

“Ex. Ex-girlfriend.” You finally spoke up, your voice still soft and timid despite the spite that your words held. Tangerine felt proud, and he squeezed your arm to show as much.

“See? The lady doesn’t seem to want you here, so why’re you still hanging around? Go on.”

“Stay out of this.” The man was only getting more riled up, nose flaring and stepping closer to Tangerine. Clearly, he didn’t know who he was talking to. The thought made Tan smirk slightly, but it made you (who vaguely knew of Tangerine’s strength and abilities from the stories he had told you, though he still changed them as much as he could as to not scare you off) shake in place.

As soon as your ex boyfriend tried to push Tangerine out from in front of you, failing at even making him budge, you reached out to grab your friend’s arm. You could feel the anger radiating off of him, and you didn’t want to cause a scene - or more of a scene - in your place of work. Luckily, the few customers that were there had mostly filed out onto the street and your co-worker only stood close by enough that she could break it apart if anything should happen.

“Tan, it’s okay. I can handle this,” you spoke in your sickly sweet voice, and that and the feeling of your tender grip on his arm was the only thing holding him back from throwing the man against the nearest wall.

“Can you just - please go? I’m not going to change my mind, and it’s not going to be good for either of us if you stick around. So just go. Please?” Your attention turned to the other man, less kindness in your eyes now, and he only scoffed with an eye roll.

“Whatever. You’re not worth this shit anyway.”

What an idiot. Tangerine thought as the man walked out, and he only calmed down once he was out of sight and he could turn to you.

“I was handling it, y’know. You didn’t have to come in all… you-like. I would’ve been okay,” you sighed and Tangerine would’ve thought you were upset with him if it wasn’t for the concern in your eyes and the fact that you were still holding onto his arm. He made sure not to draw attention to that, not wanting to risk you pulling away.

“You think I was going to even slightly risk him hurting you?” Tangerine questioned as if you were insane, using one hand to reach up and brush a stray hair out of your face, needing any excuse to touch you. “Are you okay? D’you want me to take you home or anything? I’m sure if you explain, they’ll let you clock out.” He threw a glance over to your co-worker, who was kindly pretending not to notice the almost disgusting lovefest that was going on between you two (not that either of you could really view it that way, since you had just become single.)

“Um - actually, yes. Please. I don’t want him to come back after you leave.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving, but of course. Get your stuff, I’ll wait outside.” He gave you a small smile, squeezing your shoulder right before you walked off as he gathered his own things, and went to stand outside by his own car as he waited for you.

Once you come out, he turned to face you, frowning at the expression on your face. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I just - thank you. For intervening. I know I said I could handle it, but thanks anyway. You’re a good friend.”

“I’ll always protect you, love. You’re my favorite girl,” He grinned and stepped forward to press a kiss to the top of your head, reaching down to grab your bag and throw it over his shoulder.

“I’ve just never really had someone on my side like that, and it felt nice.” You admitted, appreciative that he chose to ignore the flush of your cheeks after his innocent kiss.

“Well, now you do. And, since we’re being honest here, I really wish you would stop telling me what a great friend I am.”

“What? Is that - I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” you rushed to apologize, even though you weren’t entirely sure what you were apologizing for. You were friends, right?

“No, don’t - I didn’t mean it for you to apologize. I mean, I like you. I thought that was obvious?” Tangerine seemed genuinely confused, as if everyone knew this fact, but you were almost jaw-dropped.

“It - uh, it wasn’t. You like me?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, choosing to open up the passenger door and gently set your bag in the floorboard to hide away from the rejection he was about to face. He was such a confident man, yet was reduced to nerves just by being around you. “Sorry, I just thought you knew. I didn’t mean to make this weird.”

“It’s not. I just didn’t know,” you say quietly, looking like you were off in another world as you thought over things. Was that connection you felt with him shared this whole time? Did the way your stomach fluttered around him mean you liked him, too?

“Do you still want me to give you a ride home? I can call you a taxi, if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“No, no - I’m sorry, I-” you shake your head quickly at his offer, reaching out to grab his arm and then dropping it like it’s burned you. “I think I like you, too.”

He grinned, then, and his head tilted slightly. “Think?”

“Yeah, I mean - I don’t think I want to be with anyone right now, seeing as I did just get out of a relationship with-”

“The most vile man alive?”

“A not great person.” You finished, and Tangerine only chuckled. “But, I do like you. And maybe, if you’re willing to wait a little while, we could… you know. Be more than friends.”

Tangerine looked down right merry, and when his hand reached up to cup one side of your face, you leaned into the warmth almost embarrassingly fast.

“I would love to be more than friends with you. But, by the way. We’re going to have to talk about you having more of a back bone. Like - all those please go’s to him? Babe, I know how much of a fucking badass you are, you should’ve kneed him in the sack.”

“Maybe next time.”

#tangerine x you #tangerine x reader #tangerine #tangerine x y/n #tangerine fic #tangerine fluff #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine blurb #tangerine drabble

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suugrpop · 10 months

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I'LL MEET YOU THERE | chapter 2

Previous chapter

Pairing: Tangerine x assassin female reader

Summary: After meeting Tangerine, both of you sit down and talk about the past.

Warnings: none, I think 🤔

Author's note: Here's another chapter! I know I've been MIA lately but I'm back! I can finally rest now (That means more fics, yay!😊). This is short, I know ( I ran out of ideas ugh).

Taglist: @eviethetheatrefreak @beebslebobs @starmansirius @novagreen04

The ride was long. Very long. You hadn't opened your mouth since the trip started. From what you remember, Tangerine's hotel room shouldn't be far away, he hated waiting for a car to pick him up and a long ride. But this was taking ages.

"What do you want from me?" You decided to break the ice

"Just to talk, love. I know this past few months have been hard for the both of us, and I want to make things right"

"You broke up with me because of my job. You're selfish, Tangerine"

"I know I am, love. But this is the best for the both of us. I wanted you to join me so we could be together. You said no to that."

" I said no because of my boss. You know how angry he gets. He's alone in this, and I'm one of the best female assassin,so"

"We're here" The car suddenly stops. Before you know it, you're sitting in Tangerine's bed. He grabs a drink and lights a cigarette.

"You haven't changed at all,too" You say. He looks back at you, your eyes meeting. He had a sweet look on his face.

"Yeah, that's me, love. I'm still the same selfish man" You wanted to stay. You still miss him, you're not going to deny it.

"I'm going to sleep" You said. You layed in his bed.

The next morning, he woke you up with breakfast. You ate and he told you to get ready because you were going on a date. You enter the bathroom to take a shower, and a black dress was hanging on the wall. You did your makeup, and wore your wig, so no one could recognize you. You check your phone, and you had a lot of missed calls from your boss.

Tangerine and you spent the day going out and eating a lot. It reminded you of the days when you were dating.

"Love" He said, holding both of your hands. He took a deep breath.

"Give me another chance. For us. I want to be with you again." You were thinking of your boss, but you weren't happy. And you wanted to be. You wanted to escape.

"Me too. I was thinking about it, and I wanted to tell you the same thing."

You put your hands on his face, and kiss him on the cheek. Maybe this was a good place to start a new life.

#bullet train #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x you #tangerine x reader #tangerine x oc #tangerine imagine #tangerine #tangerine headcanon #tangerine drabble

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vilentia · 1 year

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Oneshots

Close Call

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ichorai · 11 months

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apple pies & break-ins ; tangerine.

pairing ; tangerine x assassin!spouse!reader (gender-neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; tangerine comes back home just as you're about to leave.

words ; 1.9k

themes ; pure fluff, mild comedy, established relationship (married), assassin au

warnings / includes ; blood/injuries/weapons, slightly suggestive, tangerine has a potty mouth, lemon cameo, tangerine being clingy and sappy

main masterlist.

The entire house smelled of cinnamon, apples, and buttery pie crust. You sliced up another apple, taking care to carve out its core, before tossing it in the sugar syrup and popping the chopped pieces of fruit into the crust to bake in the oven. As soon as you bumped the door shut with your hip, the front door creaked open, followed by a familiar jangling of keys.

You glanced up with a warm smile, glad that your husband was finally home—except it was quick to melt away when you took in his disheveled appearance. There was blood all over him, dribbling down his hairline, splattered over his neck, staining his once-pristine clothes.

Despite his haggard state, he sent you a tired beam, his mustache twitching with the smile.

“‘Ello, love,” he greeted, making his way to you behind the kitchen counter. “Close your mouth, darlin’, you’ll catch flies.” With a cheeky smirk, he slotted a finger beneath your chin, effectively snapping your lips shut. He mildly winced when he noticed he accidentally left a faint print of sticky blood on your jaw, but wisely decided not to tell you.

You fixed him with an unimpressed stare. “Jesus, Tan. Is that your blood?”

“Not sure, honestly. It’s coming from all over—some of it’s bound to be mine. Don’t worry about me, love. I’m fuckin’ peachy. Speaking of, it smells really good in here. You bakin’ something for me, darling? I’m flattered,” he hummed, leaning forward to kiss you.

Before he could, you ducked away from him, pushing his face to the side with a wrinkled nose. “Ugh, go shower first, you’re getting blood everywhere! To be honest, I would’ve felt better knowing it was yours.”

“Ouch,” he murmured, though his grin still lingered by the corner of his mouth. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

Relenting, you leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his unsuspecting lips. “There. You happy?”

“Very. Thanks, love.” He sent you a playful wink before slinking off to the bathroom, whistling a peppy tune under his breath on the way. You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself, before turning to clean up the mess of flour and sugar and apple cores you’d made on the kitchen counter.

When your husband finally slunk out of the bathroom, a thick white towel hanging low around his waist and another ruffling at his damp curls, he made his way back into the kitchen.

“Put on some clothes, Tan,” you scoffed when he pressed against you from behind, sprinkling a bit of cinnamon sugar on the apple pie you had just taken out of the oven.

“Hm, you don’t like me like this?” he queried, verging on a whine since you weren’t paying him the least bit of attention. “Naked and at your disposal?”

Amused, you finally turned around in his arms, trapped between him and the counter. The blue of his eyes were hooded and lustful, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. You, however, smiled sweetly at him. “You’re not naked.”

“Well, that can easily be remedied—”

Before he could reach down to undo the towel around his waist, you stopped him with your hands gripping both his wrists, quirking your brows. “As much as I’d love to, I have to call in for a job soon. I’m running late already. I was baking the pie for you in case you got back while I was gone.”

“Another job?” asked Tangerine, clearly upset at the turn of events. “Can’t you call off? I’m sure they can send another bloody assassin to do their dirty work.”

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, before gently pushing him away so you could head off to your shared bedroom and get changed. To none of your surprise, your husband trailed along behind you like a sullen puppy. “It’s a lot of money, baby. Don’t think I could afford to keep skipping jobs just to laze around with you.”

With a disappointed grumble, Tangerine wrapped his arms around you from behind again, squeezing tightly and kissing down your neck. “How long will this one take?”

“I’ll be back tonight,” you reassured him. “Tomorrow at the very latest.”

“Alright,” he acquiesced, though not without a loud sigh. He sat down on the bed, watching as you shirked off your flour-covered shirt in favor of a dark button-up. “You remember how we first met?”

Of course you did. You remembered it as if it was yesterday. You crossed your arms, stepping in between his legs by the edge of the bed. Both of his hands went to your waist, fingers curling over your back and absentmindedly tracing loose shapes on your sides.

Looking up at you, he spoke between pressing soft kisses along your abdomen, over the black shirt you had donned, “I was on a mission with Lemon in Madrid… and we were in a tight situation. Bullets flying everywhere, my leg fucked up, and my gun jammed. Then, whaddya know, the most beautiful fuckin’ person I’ve ever laid my eyes upon comes flying through one o’ the windows. Took out three people with one knife, and took out another four with a bloody crossbow. You looked at me, covered in blood, and asked if I was alright. I told you that you were fucking gorgeous—and then you fell in love with me, right on the spot, and the rest is history.”

You burst out into a fit of laughter. “Hm, that’s not how I remember it. Need I remind you that I shoved you to the side because you kept getting in my way, asking if I’d like to have dinner with you? Gods, Tan, you were a pain in my ass. And your brother was laughing at you.”

“Cunt,” he grumbled at the mention of his brother. “Well, even if you didn’t fall in love with me right then and there—I did. I knew I had to be yours from the moment I saw you.”

You lowered yourself to a crouch, cupping his face and caught his lips in a feverish kiss. When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his. “Are you telling me this because you want me to stay?”

A sheepish grin tugged at the corner of Tangerine’s lips. “Is it working?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. You pulled away, slinging a packed bag over your shoulder and heading out the bedroom. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby. Love you.”

“Wait! You said you’d come back tonight!”

True to your word, you had returned home at midnight, stumbling through the door tired and weary. Thankfully, you weren’t too banged up, just a scratch on your shoulder from the graze of a bullet that you managed to patch yourself before coming back. You were greeted with Tangerine dozing on the couch, a shitty reality show glowing on the television screen, with the half-eaten apple pie on the coffee table in front. He startled awake when you flicked his cheek with a smile.

“Hey, sleepy,” you said, dipping down to kiss his forehead, sauntering towards your bedroom to get changed.

As expected, your husband scurried off the couch to follow after you, gathering you into his arms and kissing you deeply. “I missed you,” he murmured, accent thick and lilting.

“Come on, I wanna get to sleep,” you said, tugging him to the bed with a muffled yawn.

In no time, he was curled up behind you, his large arm thrown over your waist and hand splayed out over your stomach. His nose was buried into the back of your head, unable to wipe the pleased smile off of his features.

It was relatively easy to drift to sleep, given how exhausted the two of you already were.

Not even three hours later, with the two of you already deep in slumber, there came a loud crashing from the front of the house. Someone was breaking in.

Immediately, you sat up in the bed, slipping out from beneath Tangerine’s heavy arms and the blanket. The cold air kissed your bare skin, sending a shiver spidering up your spine. You reached beneath your pillow to brandish a small emergency dagger you kept between the mattress and the headboard. Your husband also startled awake at the loud sound, eyes tired yet wide, grappling for a gun he kept beneath the bed.

“Stay in here,” he whispered, striding forward to the bedroom door, left slightly ajar.

“Like hell I am,” you quietly gruffed back, hot on his heels.

Knowing that there was no stopping you, Tangerine blew out a breath and the both of you crept closer, light on your feet. With no warning, Tan shouldered the door open and stepped out in one fluid motion, lining the gun up with the intruder.

A second later, he immediately lowered the weapon with a long string of exasperated curses. You peered over his shoulder, tense muscles loosening upon seeing Tangerine’s brother, Lemon, frozen in front of the broken window. His lips were twisted into a grimace and his eyes were as wide as saucers. There were shards of glass glimmering in his dark hair.

“What the fuck, man?” your husband erupted, immediately clicking the safety back on his gun and shoving it into the waistband of his sweats. “Are you daft? The fuck did you break my window for?”

“I was looking for you! Never heard a peep from you two after your missions. I just assumed the worst!” he exclaimed. For a moment, Lemon’s dark eyes flickered to you. “Hi, Y/N. Look lovely, by the way.”

You crossed your arms, more amused than anything. “Hey, Lemon.”

“Why didn’t you fuckin’ call us, then? Bloody fucking idiot! Going down and breaking my window like that,” he angrily muttered, stomping forward to inspect the damage. “You’re paying for this, you twat.”

Rearing back, Lemon snarled, “Oi! I did call you! Didn’t answer your phones, the neither of you. I thought something happened! Forgive me for worrying about my brother and my in-law!”

“The fuck you mean, I would get the fucking notification if you called me!” Tangerine hissed back, pressing the heels of his palms into his sleepy eyes. After a second, he reached down into his pocket, fishing out his phone. He pressed the power button once, then twice. A third time for good measure. “Well, fuck me. It’s dead.”

You hid a smile behind your palm. You married a complete, hot-headed idiot. With an exasperated roll of your eyes, you wiggled your fingers farewell and swiftly turned, yawning as you dragged yourself back into the room. “I’m going back to bed. You two behave yourselves.”

Both of them grunted goodbyes at your departure, before immediately carrying on with their arguments.

“Why didn’t you just call Y/N?”

A long pause. Lemon's eye twitched. “Didn’t think of that, to be honest with you… What are you, a fucking halfwit? Of course I called Y/N!”

"Oh, right, yeah, Y/N does put their phone on DND before bed. Right."

"Right."

Frowning, Tangerine barked out, “Still, you’re a fuckin’ idiot, you know that? I could’ve shot you!”

“Alright, alright, calm your tits. D’you mind if I crash on your couch for the night?”

“What, are you bloody mental?” Another pause. “Alright, fine. Just take your shoes off. Don’t want you tracking mud all over the place.”

Half an hour later, Tangerine crawled back into bed, settling himself behind you. You had fallen asleep already, but shifted with a pleasant hum when he pressed a ticklish kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“Love you,” he whispered, tugging you closer to his chest. You drowsily murmured something incoherent in response, and Tangerine contentedly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

#tangerine x reader #bullet train fanfiction #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine x you #tangerine fluff #tangerine imagines #tangerine drabbles #tangerine headcanon #bullet train tangerine #bullet train tangerine x reader

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lazyneonrabbitt · 9 months

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Tangerine has broken into your apartment so many times that you left a key with a note on your coffee table for when he'd drop by again.

One day Lemon texted you a simple "🍊 says thx for the key"

The next time Tangerine wanted to come over he spent way too long pacing the hallway with the key in his hands because it didn't feel right to him, it wasn't his home.

Meanwhile, you knew he was there, because you neighbor had seen him pacing around and texted you.

So you texted Tan to not worry and just come in.

Now, everytime he visited he'd leave trinkets behind. Those being either jewelery on the nightstand, shower items and aftershave or whole outfits that made their way into your closet.

All because you told him it was his home now, too.

#posting my drabbles that otherwise get lost on twit #sometimes i write #tangerine bullet train #bullet train #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine imagine

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loveiis · 5 months

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jackpot

tangerine x reader (drabble)

WARNINGS: cursing (if you squint), innocent!reader, suggestive thoughts, author does NOT know how to use warnings

i sat in the quiet car, my glasses on, reading a book. i had my favorite song playing in my ears, and i was at peace. but i was starving, and the stewardess wasn't supposed to be coming back for a while, so i decided to just go to the kitchen car myself.

i marked where i was in my book, and kept my music in my ears as i went. as i was getting closer, i heard faint loud noises coming from the room.

i ignored it, turned up my music more, and walked in. there were two men in there, looking like they just ran a marathon. i just glanced at them and looked at the snack cart.

"can she hear us?" ladybug whispered to tangerine. "no." tangerine made a hand gesture towards his ear to signify that i had earbuds in.

i softly opened the sliding door in the cart, to find a shit load of snacks and drinks. "jackpot!" i say out loud. i forgot that those two men were here. i stood up for a second. "sorry guys." i go back down into the snack cart. i grab a bag of chips and sparkling water and stand up from my squatting position. i do a small victory "yay" as i bend over to close the sliding door.

"oh, fuck me." the man looks up instead of looking at me. i stand up and turn to him.

"sorry, did you say something?" i take one earbud out, thinking i heard him say something. "nothing, darlin' just thinkin' aloud." he seems to be nervous and looking around. "oh, okay." i softly smile at him and the other man. they smile back and i turn to leave the car.

as i sit back down where i was, i enjoy my snacks and look outside the train's window as my song plays. i was thinking about that man, the one with the curly, distraught hair. i wondered why he seemed nervous.

only then did i remember i had a skirt on.

(p.s. this was the best i could do for my first post dont hurt me)

#reader insert #tangerine #bullet train #tangerine x reader #fanfic #writing #x reader #drabble #aaron taylor johnson

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fishhavetoes · 10 months

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Steve who has a thing for mustaches.

Steve who comes home after a long day at work, and walks into his bathroom hoping to take a nice shower before bed. Steve who almost jumps out of his skin when he sees a certain cute metalhead staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

With his face in his hands Steve groans. “Eddie, what have I told you about breaking into my house?”

The metal head pouts and turns to Steve.

“But Stevie it was important. You wouldn’t want me sad, would you pretty boy?”

And Steve… well Steve can’t really stay mad. Not when the guy he’s been having… non platonic feelings about… is staring at him with that face. That cute face. Often hot face. Sometimes sexy face. Okay, Steve thinks, i need to stop before I get carried away.

Steve realizes he’s been zoned out on Eddie’s lips when he clocks the expectant look on his face. Steve backtracks the conversation in his mind before he gets what Eddie’s waiting for.

“Okay, what’s so important that you had to break into my house at 8 pm for?”

Eddies face turnes slightly embarrassed and nervous, and he rushes out “IKindaWannaGrowAMustacheButIFeelLikeIdLookStupid”

And Steve’s brain stopped working. His cheeks turned pink and his eyes grew wide. All he can think of is Eddie with a mustache. His mind is racing with all the guys who helped him realize his bidentity. Freddie Mercury, Tangerine from Bullet Train, Jack from This Is Us, the list goes on (authors note: no it doesn’t, I’m lazy).

Eddie, somehow, takes this as a bad sign. He starts fidgeting and not making eye-contact. He starts rambling.

“Well I mean, I guess it’s a silly idea, and I don’t have to, I just thought, maybe, maybe you would know? If I looked good? Not that you look at me. Well not that you don’t look at me, I mean - I know you look at me because I look at you. Well I don’t look at you. I mean not like that. I just mean-“

Eddie turns bright red. He has no words left. He has no excuses. Nothing more to say.

Steve, for his part, try’s, he really does, to be normal about it.

“NO! No I think, I think mustaches are great. I love a guy with a mustache. Not that I love you! I mean, I mean I do but like, Yk. I just mean like I’d totally go down on a guy with a mustache Yk? Not that I’d go down on you! I mean I would! But only if you’re okay with it!!!”

They stare at each-other. The low hum of the bathroom light drones on in the background.

Eddie blinks, and let’s out a shaky breathe, and says “I am”

Steve just blinks and tilts his head (golden retriever lookin ass, smh), “you are what?”.

“I’m okay with it”

“Okay with what?”

“Stevie” Eddie looks genuinely pained, “work with me here big boy”

“Ed’s I literally don’t understand what you’re trying to say. What are you okay with?”

“I’m okay with you going down on me. Going to pound town. Doing the bedroom tango. Bumpin uglies. Adult slip n slide” (this is funny, you’re welcome)

Both of the poor dudes faces are getting redder by the minute.

Steve looks up, sighs, and reaches out, lightning fast to grab Eddie’s shirt and pull him closer. He can feel the older boys breath against his mouth. He likes it, he can feel how much he likes it. And when he surges forward and they end up against the wall pushing into each other, he can feel how much the other boy likes it too.

Eddie ends up growing a mustache.

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This is the mustache. Baby girl tangerine for life.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie drabble #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #tangerine bullet train #he is the loml

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Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Y/n: Hey I’m about to get in the shower. You wanna join me?

Tangerine: There’s a pistol taped underneath the island in the kitchen. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to shoot me. Aim for the head, don’t stop until I’m dead.

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More complex than friends - Tangerine

Summary: What you and Tangerine are to each other is hard to describe. Are you friends, lovers, or something else?

Warnings: language, brit slang, violence, mentions of blood, and injuries.

"Fucking hell!" Tangerine hisses as your hand brushes over the cut on his bicep, blood dripping from the wound. It's deep and wide, made by a hunting knife that your target had found in some random backpack.

"You're such a baby."

"I am not a fucking baby, darling."

You scoff, tearing the bottom of your shirt before rounding the bar. "It's just one little cut, you ever broken a bone before?"

Tangerine frowns, "My own or someone else's?"

The roll of your eyes would have been enough to silence many others, but not him. Even with blood pouring from his arm, he grins back at you, forever flirtatious. "I've done a bit of both, just so ya know. Though, I'm sure you already did."

Ignoring him is hard, but you manage as you make your way back to him, a bottle of alcohol in hand. It's not the most hygienic process, but it's something. You open the bottle yourself, swatting Tangerine's hand away when he tries to take it from you. Then, you take a swig and get back to work.

"You're fucking insane."

Tangerine all but chuckles at your accusation, watching you close as you dampen the fabric you'd previously torn with the alcohol, before placing it carefully onto his injury.

"You gotta admit darling, you love it."

"Not when we're on the job, I don't." You press down harder, most likely just to spite him, and he whines.

"Thought you would'a trusted me more than that, love" He feigns offense with a hand over his heart, before groaning again as you press down harder, stopping the bleeding with a roll of your eyes.

"I trust you with my life," you're honest with him about that at least, "I just don't trust you with your own." You steal a glance at him, just one look, and when you do he sends you a smirk worthy of making inanimate objects swoon.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"You're still doing it."

Tangerine's grin seems to grow ever wider as you turn your focus back to his bloodied limb. He knows what he's doing and he's doing it because he knows it's worked before.

"Right, how 'bout this, I stop looking at you when you stop being so nice to look at."

He laughs when you don't respond, and there is silence between you both. You're focused on stitching him up, but Tangerine is focused solely on you. He watches with intrigue as you move with purpose, and he analyses every detail of you as you work. He wants to save the image for the later, when he needs cheering up, perhaps.

The truth is that he may be head over heels for you, even whilst you're covered in blood—both his and your own. It doesn't help that he's tired and beaten to pieces, but all he can think about is you. He doesn't want to take his mind off of you either. He finds himself thinking about taking you home, kissing you slow under kitchen lights. He wants to make you laugh, but most of all, he wants you to kiss him back. Hard.

He'd kissed you before, of course, usually in amongst the adrenaline of a mission or the passion of a fight. He recalls pulling you into storage closets, and you tugging his shirt toward you so your lips could meet. He thinks that's when it all started, his feelings for you, but then again, he has the suspicion that his crush on you had blossomed long before that. Either way, he's clearly not over it, and with every passing second that you're this close to him, he finds it harder and harder to resist touching you.

"You know," You turn your back to him as if you can read his mind, grasping the fact that he is mere seconds from making an attempt to kiss you. "People having been talking about us, people in the business."

"That so, darling?" Tangerine plays dumb as best he can. He knows full well what people are saying and he likes it. He likes it a lot.

"They're saying we're—" You pause, looking for the appropriate word, "They're saying that we're an item, a thing."

"A power couple?" Tangerine hints, pressing on the subject. He's smiling, though, he tries to take it down a notch, bringing himself to simmer in a look almost like contentment.

"Don't you get it?" You turn back to him with a look sharp as daggers and god does Tangerine find it attractive.

"What's there to get?"

"There are rumours about us." You place the bottle of liquor on the counter beside you, Tangerine maintaining eye contact like a pro.

"Darling, I know, I bloody well spread 'em."

"You what?" You're mad, at least that's what Tangerine believes you to be, but he loves it. And as toxic as that may seem, he couldn't care less.

"Hear me out love—"

"Don't you, 'love' me right now!" Tangerine flinches as if the tone of your voice slaps him in the face. He wouldn't be surprised if you'd actually done it, considering the fact he could almost see the smoke pouring from your ears.

"You know, bloody fucking well we're good together!" He takes a step forward, a risky decision but one he can't resist. "Can't deny it, love."

He's testing your limits by saying it again, but this time you don't snap at him for it. He holds your gaze and it's quiet for seconds that feel like hours.

"We are not good together, never have been." Your voice wavers just a little, but you ignore it. Often it's easy to push through things like this for you, shove aside the feelings that get in the way of the job. With Tangerine it's different, and he knows it.

"Right then, tell me one thing, that ain't no good with us." He's willing to play this game, in fact, he's been looking forward to it.

"I can't concentrate when you're looking at me like that." you wave a hand in his direction, and Tangerine watches as your brows furrow before you turn away.

"Well that's cause' ya brain knows you'd do better concentrating on me instead."

"Is that so?" You've got your back to him, but you're not moving away and Tangerine takes step after step until you're close enough for him to touch. "Brain, knows best Y/N."

"I thought that was the heart, ain't that the one you're supposed to follow?"

Tangerine lets out a breath, watching the hairs on the back of your neck rise as he does so. "You'd do best to only follow your heart if it leads ya to me."

You hum and for and moment Tangerine thinks it's over, but in the next second your stringing the conversation along again, in an entirely different but rather pleasant direction than that of which Tangerine was expecting. "If my efforts are best spent concentrating on you, what would that entail?"

That makes him shiver. In this moment, he's happier than he has been in days, wondering if this evening could end with his arm around you in a way that is more than just friends—that kiss sometimes.

"It might have something to do with lettin' me do this," Tangerine takes a deep breath in time with yours before reaching forward, both hands on your waist. "and this," He pulls you to him just slightly, your back barely touching his chest, though his head is now gently rested on your shoulder. "And of course, this." He takes his chances then, spinning you around to face him, his lips inches from yours. He waits for you once here, because in truth he wants nothing more than for you to want him just as badly. If you close the gap then Tangerine will know for sure that you're in this together.

It takes a minute, Tangerine scanning your features for something, anything to tell him how you feel as his face is inches from yours, and then you kiss him. It doesn't take much, but you make the move leaning forward and connecting your lips with his. It's familiar, but somehow better than it had been those times before. It means so much more than pure adrenaline and the need to waste time.

"Fucking hell," This time Tangerine says it in a whisper as you pull away. He feels great, euphoric even, and he's sure he never wants the feeling to end. So, he kisses you again, and again, and again.

It seems to get better and better each time he does it, and each time you kiss him back. He can hardly stop himself, and if he could kiss you forever, hold you this close at all times, he just might. But for now he breaks away just enough to get a good look at you. Your hands have moved to find a place around his neck during your passionate display of affections and Tangerine's—well, they're everywhere. He holds you tight, smile tugging at his lips as one hand makes it's way up to your face. "You know the great thing about rumours Y/N," He runs his thumb along your cheek as your name leaves his lips "is that most of them are true."

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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no bc what about bodyguard!tangerine needing to go undercover and poses as readers boyfriend at an event and he’s having too much fun with the lingering touches, open flirting etc

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

Tangerine's hand is way too low on your waist. It shouldn't be anywhere near your waist, or, it usually isn't, but tonight he needs to go undercover. You'd suggested shaving his mustache, but he threatened to take you out for the creep following you around if you ever tried putting a razor near his face.

Instead he has a wig on, tight fitted and curly. It suits him, but you like his longer hair better. There's a few minor prosthetics on his face, glued to his skin and blended in to look authentic, and if you didn't know his eyes well enough, you wouldn't recognize him.

"Tan," You stiffen as his finger brushes the curve of your ass, "We're in public. And- and you're not really my boyfriend."

"Well of course not," He squeezes, reaching for a drink that a nearby waiter walks past with, "But this has got to be believable, don't it? So Mr. Peeping Tom comes out of the woodwork? You think he's gonna do that if he's not jealous."

"But the cameras are outside," You hiss, stealing the olive from his glass and gnashing it between your teeth, "You can stop pretending in here!"

"No, darling," He tuts, only tugging you tighter to his chest, "I'm certain I saw someone with a camera over there."

"Over where?"

"There," He doesn't point, and he's looking at you, "Just.. like, in the general direction of.. over there."

"In the general direction of my ass," You scoff, but your snark backfires when Tangerine squeezes it, "And stop touching it!"

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 9 months

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Since requests are open again, can I ask for the tan coming home and finds reader in the bath fic please? To this, if I may add that reader slightly hides her moans with her hand because she's shy with how she thinks she sounds and he just gently takes her hand in his to hear her? 🫠🫠 💺 anon

hii!! love it sm omg! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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forgive and forget

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 591

warnings: 18+ sexually explicit content mndi

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When Tangerine would return home late at night, he'd often find you in the bath as you wound down for bedtime, and today was no different.

"Hey," you call out, hearing the front door open and close. "I'm in the bath."

"You are?" Tangerine asks, his tone singsongy as he rushes up the stairs. "Fuck me—"

He pauses in the doorframe, ogling you in the water, staring at the bubbles along your chest. "Such a fuckin' tease," he adds, watching your knee bend almost seductively. "Looks like I'm back on time tonight," he husks, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he kneels beside the bathtub.

"No," you say indifferently, shaking your head once. "You were late. Your dinner's in the microwave."

"Lemme make it up to you," he softly smiles, dipping his hand into the water, running his palm up your thigh. "Please, let me make it up to you," he whispers, bruising your lips with a harsh kiss. "Please?"

Even though you pretended to be mad, watching him plead to touch you did massive things for your ego. Your hunky, beautiful boyfriend on his knees, practically begging- obscene. You wanted to play along with your charade a little longer, but the way he caressed you made you question your strength.

His lids hang low as he snakes his spare hand behind your neck, pulling you back for another kiss. "Sweetheart," he murmurs against your lips, using that same tone that always gets you. "I'm sorry for being late... I'll make it up to you."

His submerged hand trails higher, lining the crease between your inner thigh and pussy. He notices your stern expression soften, watching your face as you slowly melt and move into his touch.

"Forgivin' me, yet?"

"Shut up," you mumble, guiding and directing his hand to where you need him.

His middle finger brushes up and through your folds, acting almost instinctively as he reaches your clit, hovering over the nub with a daring smile slapped on his face. "Say you forgive me," he prompts, his lips lingering over your cheek. "Say it... say you forgive me."

"No,"

"Go on,"

"No,"

"Say it..."

"I forgive you," you mutter, your words falling from your lips in an incoherent desperate blabber.

"Attagirl," he whispers back, kissing a trail up your throat as he rubs slow, small circles over your sensitive mound.

You grip at his forearm, your nails digging into the swole when you feel him add slight pressure to your clit.

He just looked so deliciously good like this. Curly strands of hair falling from his slick back-do, framing his face so perfectly as he powers over you, caging you in the tub. One large hand behind your neck, the other strumming your cunt to the prettiest tune.

"So beautiful," he praises, rubbing you a little faster, working you up in the way he knew you loved. "So so beautiful."

His face is mere inches away from yours, his gaze boring into yours, intensely watching the lust cloud your eyes.

You pull an arm out from under the water, shaking off the suds to place the inside over your face, burying your mouth in your inner elbow to muffle your progressively loud whimpers.

He instantly notices how you hid your pretty sounds, so he slips his free hand into yours, pulling it away and holding it beside your head.

"I wanna hear you," he murmurs, barely above a whisper. "I love your noises." He adds, circling your clit just that bit harder to push you over the edge.

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