#bullet train fic

[daenysx]

tangerine x fem!reader, fluff/comfort ♡

-tangerine has this habit of crawling back to you.

cw; soft!tangerine, this man yearns and he's not ashamed of that, tangerine being a bit dramatic, exes to lovers (?), title is from do i wanna know by arctic monkeys, kissing many many times, my first time writing for him- please let me know what you think

wc; 1.5k

CRAWLIN' BACK TO YOU

It's not healthy to do this every night, is it?

No, because Tangerine doesn't know how to stop and it bothers him. It bothers him more than Lemon's insistent talks about Thomas the Tank Engine, so this is serious. He's a strong man, but- you sigh in content and he's glad to be witnessing this.

He really should stop watching you sleep.

You look peaceful like this. Happy, blissfully unconscious. Your pretty lips let out tiny breaths and he swears he will collapse. Something squeezes his poor heart. He wants to be closer, you look warm but are you really warm? He wants to drag his fingers on your skin, to touch you like he used to. Stained fingers, red with blood. He washed them before coming here, but it doesn't matter. He'll never be pure enough to touch you.

"Pretty girl," he whispers in the dark. You don't hear him. He gets encouraged by that.

He takes a hesitant step towards your bed.

"Look at you, sleeping so deep," Tangerine whispers again. "Always in peace when I'm not here, aren't you?"

Technically he is here, but you don't know that, and that's all he cares. He doesn't try to be a creep, he's just in love. He swears this is the only reason why he keeps coming back to his ex's apartment. He promises this is the only reason why he lies to his brother as he crawls back to you.

His fingers ache to reach out and touch you.

If he could be a better man, he'd be in your arms right now. He'd be kissing your collarbones and his rings would collide nicely with the soft fabric of your tank top. He's a coward, really. He's glad you're the only one who knows this side of him. It would be terrible for his job options otherwise.

You take another breath. Tangerine watches the softness of your cheeks move when you curl your lips in your sleep. You must be dreaming. He hopes you see him being good for you in your dream. Being the man he never could be in reality.

He really should stop using the keys you gave him months ago.

"I wish I could be-" he starts saying some stupid shit again. Oh, come on. He rolls his eyes at himself. "Pathetic. I'm being pathetic."

"You really are," you turn to your side. Fuck. Tangerine flinches.

"Wha- Fuck me-" he takes a step back. You were sleeping two seconds ago. He's shy all of a sudden as if he's not the man who keeps coming back to his ex after breaking up with her by saying 'you deserve better, love'.

You blink, looking so exhausted as you do that. Leaning on your elbows, you look up to him. His hair is messed up, his blue eyes are wide open. It's a good look on him. Objectively.

"You really did think I wasn't aware of you coming back here every night, didn't you?"

"Um- then why did you-"

"You really are being pathetic, Tangerine," you say. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"No, of course not-"

"I know you still have the keys," you say. "I knew you'd use them at some point, you never offered to give them back."

Tangerine finally manages to close his mouth. Clever girl, aren't you? He feels poorly, now that he can't call you his.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asks.

You blink a few times. "I waited for you to say something first."

"Sorry to disappoint, love," he says, genuine this time. "I've been acting too cowardly around you."

You sigh, you really want to sleep. You wish he could just stop with this pity party and come to bed. Silent promises ring in your head, you want him back. He kept saying he's doing it for you, breaking up because he doesn't want you to get hurt. He swears even telling you what he does for living was the toughest shit he'd ever gone through. Who wants a guy like him anyway?

"Will you please- come here? Let's just talk about this in the morning, I'm so tired."

He blinks a few times. You have a death wish, don't you? Why the hell would you want him to get close if you don't?

"It's 'cause I know you still love me," you answer. Shit, he asked it out loud. "I know you're trying to make a stupid decision for both of us, still, but tonight I want none of that. Come here."

You pat the empty spot next to you and Tangerine obeys. He has no choice, his entire body feels like it's on fire with the distance between you. He takes off his suit jacket, lets himself be bare in front of you just like how you always want him. No unnecessary clothes in bed, you once said. I want to know you're here.

He lies next to you hesitantly. For a brave man, he's acting pretty fearful tonight. You wrap your arm around his chest, your fingers touch his skin as you draw a small circle right there.

Tangerine takes a breath. It's good, being here. He finally feels like he's where he belongs. You snuggle closer to him, always the bold one in the relationship. Many would expect it to be different, he knows, but he feels entirely yours and this is something he can't explain. He'd let you do anything you want, if you want to cuddle him, kiss him in public, or snuggle to his chest like a cat, so be it. He wraps an arm around you.

"Oh," he breathes. You smell wonderful. "My girl."

Fuck, he missed this. He melts right there, how can he be stupid enough to let you go? He turns to his side to hold you better, you put your head to the curve of his neck. His cologne hits you like an old memory, but that's nonsense. You never let him go.

"Missed this," he says. "Missed you."

"You're an idiot."

"That's what I am."

You tangle your legs with his, he kisses his way on your neck all the way to your shoulder. You close your eyes, let yourself be okay now that he's here. He can finally admit that he never left, he couldn't do that if he tried. He yearns for this, for every bit of affection he can have.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. He doesn't think he can wait until the morning to tell you this. You must know how sorry he is for even trying to go out of your life, how desperate he's been since the day he told you he wants to break up. How angry he made Lemon (even Lemon) because he's been a restless bastard and he doesn't even know what he's doing. "I'm so sorry."

You lift your head to see his eyes. Under the soft moonlight in your room, they sparkle. Just a deep blue, you've always loved his eyes. He's genuine and he's only a man. He looks like he can beg for forgiveness on his knees.

"It's okay," you say gently. No need for arguments, the bed is warm and he's here. You'll find the right time to talk about this. For now, though, you choose to put your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

Tangerine kisses your head. You like having shower before bed and he can smell your shampoo. He holds your hand under the covers and slides his hips to get closer to you. The pillows are soft and inviting beneath his head, he closes his eyes.

"Will you stay for breakfast?" you ask. He can stay forever if you want. Fuck, yearning turned him into a fucking romantic.

"Do you want me to stay?" he asks instead.

"Yes," you reply, getting closer to his pulse point. You put a small kiss on the tiny spot under his ear. He lets out a quiet hiss when you bite there playfully.

"Or maybe I should crawl back here with flowers in my hand," he says, adjusting his neck to give you more space to kiss. He can feel you smile against him.

"You really should," you tell him. "Later. Not tomorrow."

Your sound unsure. Hesitant with your loving as if he scared you. He did, though, didn't he? Tangerine is a man of sin and he really needs to atone for some of them.

"I'm not gonna leave," he promises. "Not again."

You nod, his loving girl. You could give him hell, but you're exhausted. He tightens his arm around you and lets you settle down on him.

Your breath is nice to feel against his neck. Tangerine relaxes. You fall asleep in the next minute or so, he isn't sure when. He just knows that this feels like home, and he'd been the biggest fool in the history for trying to leave it as if he actually could. He has to get you those flowers just as soon as he can.

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Lemon: It’s times like this that I wish I listened to Tangerine

Y/N: Why? What’d he say?

Lemon: I don’t know, I wasn’t listening

[marchsfreakshow]

"Language" "Fuck You"

Fluff<3

Tiny imagine for me and the ones who like to swear more than average.

"shit.." You muttered. "Shit...fuck!"

"woah easy, love. Jesus what's got you swearin your head off like that?" Tan soothed, resting his hands on your shoulder.

"whoever said that needlepoint or whatever was fucking easy can go fuck themselves I swear they're actually a cunt-" You uttered, throwing down your canvas and needle with a small clatter. It was terrible, but to be fair on you, you were only a beginner. A big beginner. Like, 'I started 10 hours ago why am I not successful yet' beginner.

"Y'know I think you swear more than me darling and I swear all the fuckin' time." He chuckled, sitting himself down in the chair by you. "And, I think it's best if you actually watch what you're doing too."

"why? I'm fucking fine Tan, nothing happened-"

"Look at your finger love."

"SHIT!" You immediately shot up and went to the bathroom, running your finger under some mildly warm water since your finger started to bleed out of nowhere. Your doting boyfriend just followed and crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame. "It's your fault."

"No it isn't."

"yes it is. Fuck you."

"ah I love you too sweetheart."

[lenacosse]

hello! can you please write tangerine x reader where he and his wife are working on the same mission without knowing it. she has ladybug as her usual partner and they have to pretend to be husband and wife. at some point, ladybug and tangerine are fighting and since ladybug wants a break from it, he’s like « wait, my wife’s coming » and when tangerine turns around its actually HIS wife

What?

pairing: tangerine x reader

cw: violence, strong language

word count: 3,842

(laughing cause this turned into the whole movie, obviously not cannon accurate but i had so much fun writing this)

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"Alright that's me," you say as you zip your suitcase, you were going out to Japan to work on a mission with Ladybug. Tangerine did not know where you were actually going, when you first started dating you didn't tell him your job because it was too dangerous and you didn't want to scare him away and when things got serious between you both you were too scared to tell him because you didn't want to jeopardise things between you both so you fabricated a seamless lie about your occupation and he didn't suspect a thing.

"Same here," replies Tangerine. You walk towards him and put on hand on his bicep the other on the side of his neck, his hands go to your waist.

"Try not to miss me too much," you tease, a playful smirk forming at the corners of your mouth.

"Same can be said for you love." Tangerine winks, you roll your eyes and lean forwards. You press your lips to his and you share a passionate kiss, one that'll leave you longing for more later on when you lay awake thinking of him.

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You arrive in Japan and instantly the whole new world amazes you, Japan was truly impressively innovative and futuristic. But you weren't here to enjoy the culture, you had a very simple mission to do, retrieve something from a train with Ladybug, what could possibly go wrong?

Ladybug answers the call from your operator for the mission, you're both given your code names. You got given Kitty- slightly humiliating you thought but you've had worse.

"Kitty?!" Ladybug complains, "I see you're playing favourites." He says to your operator.

"Oh I'd never," she responds. "Oh and also, you two are a newly wed adventurous couple who are on their honeymoon."

"Are they also complete losers?" You ask.

"indefinitely."

You both get to the train station which is bouncing with life, you walk alongside Ladybug who is talking with the operator about why exactly you two had been picked for the job, something about someone dropping out sick maybe? You weren't really listening.

"Shit." Ladybug says.

"Shit what?" You respond with a sigh, it was always something going wrong.

"I think I lost the key back there, some guy bumped into me."

"I'll get into it, what's the locker number."

"523." Replied the operator.

You get into the locker whilst Ladybug still talks about Carver, you do nothing but roll your eyes at how much he cares he wasn't a top priority for the mission. You gather the items in the locker, the pair of you put in your ear pieces and pack the little bag. You had no idea why half of the things were necessary but it really didn't matter, you were sure time would tell. There was a gun in there, which you wanted to take but your partner was on a no killing strike and wanted to become more peaceful, you thought that was ridiculous considering your jobs but his therapist had been filling his head with nonsense.

"Ladybug!" You grab his attention, ending his useless conversation. "The train.. it's about to leave."

"Oh. Let's go."

The two of you quickly shove your way onto the train, it was a very close call. Immediately you were impressed by your surrounding's, the train, even economy was borderline luxury.

"This place is nice," says Ladybug, nodding his head approvingly.

"Agreed." You respond, you both make your way down the train whilst your operator informs you both of the trains different compartments. Then she tells you what it is you're retrieving. A silver briefcase with a sticker on the handle.

"Briefcase owners are not simple to take from." Ladybug states.

"Can't say I've much experience stealing briefcases." You reply.

"The owners should be in economy class,"

"Owners? Plural. God I knew we should have taken the gun, fuck you and your therapist Ladybug." You tut.

"I was choosing spiritual enlightenment, besides there's two of us, two, hopefully, of them. We'll be fine."

You just sigh in response, the two of you continue walking where you're met with the ticket collector. You look to Ladybug who was the one in charge of the tickets, the prolonged pocket search told you everything you needed to know. You sigh once again pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Shit I think I dropped our tickets with the key,"

"Great! Fucking brilliant."

Another pocket search and Ladybug finds the receipt which the man reluctantly accepts.

"The takeaway from that is from now on I will hold onto important things, got it?"

"Fine by me." Ladybug concludes.

You both continue your walk through economy where you heard an all too familiar voice, the man who you just walked past sounded exactly like your husband. However you didn't see his face because Ladybug was blocking him, nevertheless there was no way it was him, he was on a business trip in London. Immediately that thought leaves your mind as you and Ladybug get to the luggage, you scan over the different bags.

"There's no fucking way were finding this," Ladybug scowls.

"Just did." You reply and grab the case careful of causing attention.

"Great work Kitty,"

"Hm, what's the catch?" You reply, things felt too easy.

"Just get off the train."

You both oblige and Ladybug attempts to conceal the case in his jacket, you would argue that it would only bring suspicion but your only focus was to exit. You both make your way through the different compartments again, your heart was thumping and you felt uneasy, but persevered until you stand at a door to exit.

"Ahh look, maybe my luck has increased," Ladybug says triumphally.

"God I hope so." You respond.

The train slows down and the door opens, on the other side is a very angry looking man with curly hair, a neck tattoo and a white suit. Who is looking at you with a look so intense it makes your skin crawl. Before you know it he is lunging at you and Ladybug with a knife in his hand, you gasp as he stabs Ladybug. The two of them fall back onto a glass door, shattering it and falling to the ground. But as he removes the knife it's revealed that he just got his phone, you sigh in relief and walk into the room they fell into as Ladybug stands up.

"You stabbed me?!" Cries Ladybug, it's a mere second until he lunges at him again. You watch as they fight, you look for a weapon.

You smash a champagne bottle over his head and at the same time Ladybug kicks him, making him stumble back. The comical fight between them continues, the man reveals his motive, something about you two being responsible for his wives death, which is ridiculous because it wasn't true. The man throws his knife at Ladybug who holds the briefcase up for protection, however the knife bounces back and hits the man right in the heart, killing him almost instantly.

"Well, so much for no killing." You say, as you take the knife from his chest and wipe it clean on his jacket. You put it in your pocket for later.

You help Ladybug clean up as you both attempt to figure out who he is with no luck you give up and you set him up on the seat eating a packet of nuts. Hopefully to distract from the fact he was dead, better than nothing you thought.

You and Ladybug split up, your job is to find a table and sit there for when he finds the owners of the briefcase. All the operator knew was that they were twins. Soon Ladybug comes to sit with you, telling you about how the twins aren't actually twins and how he just fought one in the quiet car.

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, we just have to get the case and leave."

"I can't just walk off they know what I look like."

"Well then, I'll get the case you try get off and I'll get past with the case, look at me no one will suspect me. You know this is a very sexist industry, but as of now it has its advantages."

You leave the other way of the train to make it back to retrieve the case whilst Lady bug works on finding a way to exit the train. You go to the place where you stashed the case, you however quickly learn it is no longer there.

"Fuck! For fuck sake. Stupid fucks must've got to it." You rant on as you practically tear apart the room looking for the case. And much to your dismay it is absolutely nowhere to be seen. You pace back and fourth trying to rack your brain on what to do- it was your only upper hand that the twins didn't know of your existence so you couldn't blow that by trying to retrieve the case of off them, you also didn't know what they looked like. Just as you're pacing you get a text message, it was from Ladybug.

'need ur help. i'm cornered.'

You sigh in dismay, but you knew you had to go and help Ladybug with this. So you work your way down the train, checking everywhere for your partner. You hear struggle in the distance so you knew you were getting closer, you brace yourself to walk in.

"Gotcha now, there's no way you're escaping you slithery bastard. Give me the case and you walk away untouched."

"For the last time we don't have the case."

"Yes you fucking do cause I ain't got it."

"Stop. My wife is coming, I don't want her to see this."

"Your wife? What sad sack is married to you."

"She's actually really hot I'll have you know." You walk in as Ladybug says that, you mentally gag.

You freeze on the spot as you see the back of the man fighting Ladybug. For some reason his hair was identical to your husband's hair, the height and build was also the same. But no... you were definitely wrong and simply overthinking. That is until he turned around and you swore you heart stopped momentarily.

"What the fuck?!!" Tangerine says.

You just stare at him as he stares at you, you had absolutely no idea what the fuck to do. How on earth has this happened? Ladybug looks between the two of you, the confusion plastered over his face.

"That's my wife. Not yours." Tangerine says, the expression on his face is unreadable, he didn't look angry.. but he wasn't happy to see you that's for sure.

Ladybug just starts laughing, clearly he doesn't believe it. But he soon stops once neither of you laugh with him. "Wait.. is this true?"

"Yes." You reply.

"You're married to this geezer?!" Tangerine says, he looked like he was going to kill someone, his fists were clenched and his breathing was quick. You couldn't help but let fear wash over you.

"No obviously not- we're on a mission." You sigh trying to find the words to explain yourself.

"I'm so fucking confused right now." Ladybug says, you glare at him and he quickly shuts up.

You lean against the counter and run your hands through your hair, Tangerine just stares at you and you get a proper look at him. He was roughed up, splattered with blood and messy hair. In any other context you'd be drooling over him.

"You're working with him to get the case?" Tangerine questions, crossing his arms.

"...yes," you awkwardly pick your nails, this whole situation was throwing you off, it felt weird between you and Tan now considering basically your whole marriage was a lie. Looking at him you wondered what else you didn't know.

"You lied to me." Tangerine walks closer to you.

"You lied to me." You narrow your eyes at him, standing up straight you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well this is fucking weird," Ladybug says, you and Tan in sync tell him to shut up, and he does.

"We can talk about this later, I need that case." You say.

"No. You're not leaving my side, there's someone else running around here, I can't have anything happening to you."

A sense of relief washes over you as you learn he doesn't completely hate you anymore. Maybe your marriage wouldn't go to crap, but there was absolutely no way you'd be staying by his side like some helpless victim.

"No. I need the case, I can protect myself. And I will, I don't need you to hold my hand."

"(Y/N).." Tan starts.

"No." He just nods in response and passes you his gun, you take it and put it into your pocket, the air is filled with deadly silence. That is until Lemon walks in.

"There you are... oh (Y/N)." Lemon says, he stops dead in his tracks and does a take back. "(Y/N)?!" His face drops and he sends an alarming look to Tangerine who just shakes his head in response.

"What the fuck?!" You look between the two men, you truly couldn't be more taken aback.

Lemon nervously laughs. "Are you enjoying Japan? We had a change of plans, you know work is so unpredictable these days." He looks to Tangerine for help, he just runs his hand over his face whilst sighing.

"She knows everything and she's working with this dickhead." He points to Ladybug who just raises his hand.

"Right... well um great," Lemon falters you found it funny how confused he was, he never was great in awkward situations.

"Okay this was interesting but we've got places to be, come on Kitty."

You take one final glance at your husband who looks extremely stumped and Lemon who just looks puzzled, you weren't sure how the rest of this mission would go but you just knew you couldn't wait for it to be over.

You leave with Ladybug to go find the case again and leave the train, you knew Tangerine would be fine so you felt confident in your decision to leave him. Besides you had a mission to carry out and that you were going to do.

"How come I didn't know you were married?"

You sigh. "Because it is private information, I didn't want to put him in danger."

"He seems lovely.." Ladybug says, the sarcasm dripping off his words.

"He is lovely, you don't know him."

"Neither do you- he's an assassin and you had no idea."

"Shut up. We just need to get the case and get off this stupid fucking train."

You both make it to the first class longue and there the case is, back in its original spot. "That was not there when I looked." You furrowed your brows.

"You mustn't've looked properly."

"I fucking did, ripped the whole place apart."

Before you knew it you were in yet another fight, the Hornet lunged at you making you fall onto the table, you hit her over the head with the case allowing you to get up. It was a messy fight, arms and legs flying around. But here you are with a venomous needle inching towards you throat, you flip her onto her back and pry the needle out of her hand. You inject it into her neck and watch her face drop.

"Being killed by your own methods, that's dark." You watch as blood pours out of her eyes and her throat starts to close over, her struggled gasping and choking fills the area. You get up and watch as she dies, withering in pain.

"Fuck that was close." Ladybug sighs.

"Come on, we need to go."

The two of you make your way back through the train and down to economy. That's where you see Tangerine standing pointing a gun at a girl in pink with a bob. His expression is devasting yet full of a rage you've never seen in your life, it makes your stomach drop. Something has happened. You quicken your pace, Tangerine sees you and lowers the gun.

"What happened?" You ask, he looked borderline psychotic.

"Lemon, she." He points the gun at her, "killed Lemon."

You face drops and you look back to Ladybug.

"He's lying! Please help me, please." The girl pleads. You turn to her and punch her square in the face, knocking her back into the chairs. You punch her again in the throat, the move makes her blackout and you turn back to your husband.

"Fuck this job we need to get off this train."

Ladybug grabs the case and you three walk back the opposite way, ready to exist. Your mind is fuzzy and your head hurts, there's no way Lemon is dead, that reality devasts you. Lemon was like a brother to you, it broke your heart knowing things would never be the same. As you walk out of the train Ladybug doesn't follow you and Tangerine.

"Ladybug?" You look back to see him struggling against the girl in pink. "For fuck sake!"

"Just leave him, come on."

"No. I can't leave him. We need to help him." You walk back onto the train, Tangerine following you.

With much struggle you get the girl in pink on the ground, using zip ties you found in her bag you tie her hands together and force her into the seat. The four of you sit waiting for the next stop. No one uttering a word. A man comes to sit at the table next to you four, he immediately recognises the girl, she tells him his son is dead, his grandson next, yet he was one step ahead of her, so she sits useless and defeated, a look of triumph overcomes you, you wanted nothing more than to slit her throat but you knew she would have later value, so you leave her sitting there wallowing in her stupidity.

The man tells you all his story, you pick up on his wisdom, feeling nothing but trust towards him. So when he tells you all to follow him- bar the girl, you do. He takes you to the bathroom where his son, and Lemon lay. His son turns out is not dead and reaches for his father. Your eyes fixate on Lemon, unlike Tangerine who is leaning against the wall beside the bathroom. Your heart thumps as Lemon somehow yawns? His eyes open and he looks around, extremely confused.

"Am I in hell?" He questions.

"Oh my god!" You gasp, you turn to Tangerine who instantly stands behind you looking at Lemon.

He rips open his shirt, showing his bullet proof vest, where bullets sat, things were piecing together but you were extremely confused as to what exactly happened.

"Oh.. you drank the water." Concludes Ladybug.

"Water? What water?" Tangerine asks, looking to your partner.

"The water spiked with sleeping powder."

All of you go to sit, awaiting the next stop.

"I can't believe you're an assassin." Lemon says. As he sits opposite you.

"I guess I'm full of surprises," You shrug.

"We need to get off this bastarding train, no more being held back." Tangerine says, you could tell he wasn't half with it. None of you were but he was right.

"We need a plan," Ladybug says. You all agree, and the elder comes up with roles for each of you to properly execute the plan.

You go with Lemon to try and control the trains route, Tangerine goes with Ladybug to hand in the case and cause a distraction whilst the elder goes to take on the white death, something dramatic he said about getting his revenge.

"Fuck it's all in Japanese. There was no Thomas episodes in Japanese." Lemon scowls.

"It's fine, we'll figure it out." You respond trying to be optimistic.

"Okay, we just have to slow this down. Fucking stupid thing! Fucking slow down." Lemon curses.

"So far so good." Ladybug says as he approaches you both, "you can stop the train."

"We don't know how to fucking work this shit!" You groan trying to suppress your frustration.

Lemon and Ladybug go back and fourth, you head hurts from listening to them. Suddenly two men come through the door shooting their guns, you all duck down to shield yourselves from the bullets. You and Lemon lunge at the men, taking them down whilst leaving Ladybug to stop the train. One of the men had you up against the wall, hand over you throat choking you, you felt the life slowly draining your body and with every passing second you become more and more weak. You watch Lemon trying to take down two other men, he doesn't know you're being straggled. Just as you are about to accept your fate, Tangerine comes in, knocking the man to the ground and shooting him in the head. You gasp for air your fingers gently caressing your tender throat, Tangerine is instantly at you.

"Are you okay love?"

You nod and he strokes your cheek, a great sense of comfort overrides you, then he and goes to help Lemon take down the other two men. Whilst they do that Ladybug finally figures out how to stop the train. Or so you thought, the manual book flies out the window and the train collides with the one in front, you all grip onto something. Another two men make their way up to the driving cart, which you all in a group effort defeat. Ladybug starts pulling out all sorts of wires which make the slow down and ride right into a wall, sending you all flying forward through the train as it destructs its way through a village. You land laying on a patch of dirt, Tangerine beside you. You heard a gunshot and jump up, you see The White Dead dead with his brains blown.

You two make your way over to where Ladybug, the elder and his son are, not even two minutes later the girl in pink comes with a machine gun, talking about her fate and luck, which doesn't last long before she's hit with a moving vehicle.

"What the fuck..?" You sigh, you look to Tangerine who looks just as puzzled as you. Ladybug goes off with Maria your handler who came to get you both, you decided to stay with Tangerine and the two of you go to find Lemon.

"Can't believe I didn't realise you were an assassin. Seems so obvious now." Tangerine says, taking your hand.

"Yeah well I didn't notice either, besides. I think I'm done with it, today was too messy."

Tangerine nods in agreement, you both find Lemon who turns out was driving the truck that hit the girl. The three of you decide to go home, of course Lemon didn't rest until he found out the ins and outs of your work. You were relieved to know everything Tangerine had ever told you- besides obviously his job was true. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

[takenbypeter]

Closing Shift

Tangerine x reader

Words: 595

Based off prompt: “Keep it. It looks better on you.” Gotten from somewhere on this app

Closing shift at the diner. Some people hated it, some people loved it. You were just about used to it by now. The last two hours weren’t so bad with a few stragglers coming in now and then.

But eventually it reached eleven o’clock which meant one thing, closing time. The dinner was practically empty; minus you, a coworker, and a customer that sat all the way at the end of the building.

“You want me to handle that one?” Asked your coworker who was mostly doing the clean up in the back.

“No you just keep cleaning, I got it.”

Taking a few steps closer to the figure, you took notice how the man was hunched over with one arm under his head and the other just laying palm down against the table.

It wasn’t uncommon for a customer to be passed out by the end of the night, but you never knew what you were going to get with customers like that.

“Excuse me?” Your voice was soft as you stood across from the body, trying to ease the stranger awake. You leaned nearer, “sir?”

Taking an even closer look you realized just how battered he looked, with bruises beginning to darken against his cheeks. He had a sharp nose, and a thick mustache. It was safe to say that this man was quite a looker, but you had a job to do.

Reaching out to wake the man, something shiny in the corner of your vision stopped you.

It was a ring. But not just any ring. It was honestly just about the most expensive ring you’ve ever laid eyes on.

It was gold with a design engraved into it. You didn’t know much about rings but it was gorgeous. You quickly glanced at the man briefly before taking the ring and pushing it onto your ring finger.

You admired it, turning your hand underneath the light to catch the different angles.

I wonder how many hours it would take for me to buy a ring like this? You thought sighing silently before taking the ring off. Right when you were about to set the ring down on the table the stranger shifted.

He was quick, sitting up straight and grabbing onto your wrist, stopping you from making any more movements.

He glared at you almost instantaneously while you wore an expression of guilt mixed with fear on your face, “I am so sorry. I was just trying it I swear!”

Noticing your expression then looking around as if seeming to place where he was, he released your hand along with a deep exhale.

And after that deep breath he spoke, “I didn’t mean to grab you like that, I apologize.”

“No it’s fine, I shouldn’t have even touched that,” you said your hand rubbing your wrist where he held on tight.

Wanting to move past from the moment you continued, “we’re closing so…”

He shut his eyes lines appearing on his forehead as he did so, “right. Yes, of course.”

You stepped to the side as he grabbed his long coat and slide out from the booth. Throwing it over himself he made his way to the door and that’s when you realized something.

“Hey, wait!” He turned at the sound of your voice. You held out the ring between your fingers and he glanced at it, then back at your wrist before landing on your face.

“Keep it. It looks better on you.”

And with that he turned and was out the door leaving you to wonder, what just happened?

[hederasgarden]

Tangerine thoughts

It's been a hot minute since I saw the movie Bullet Train but I'm on an Aaron Taylor Johnson kick lately.

I just know this man has a jealous streak a mile wide and I really want to be on the receiving end of his frustration regarding that.

I'm just thinking about him using that silk tie around your wrists or maybe your neck. He's a certified yapper so I know he'd talk you through your punishment.

"You thought I didn't see you flirtin' with that tosser?" He asks.

"I wasn’t," you promise, but your reply falls on deaf ears.

Tangerine brings his hand down on your backside again. The weight of his rings intensifies the sting on your skin and you try to squirm off his lap. He doesn’t let you get far, his longer fingers grasping the back of your neck tightly to hold you in place.

"Nah, darlin’, none of that. You'll take it on the chin a good girl."

I also have a highly questionable Friedrich Harding idea despite not having seen that movie because I can’t watch horror for love or money but he looks damn good in the gifs I’ve seen.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒯𝒶𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇𝒾𝓃ℯ𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹ℯℯ𝓇𝓈~

Super duper old series, but I was making masterlists for my teenagers series and came across this as well! Totally forgot abt this too

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

Part ten

Part eleven

[slippinninque]

⭐The Power of Patience ⭐

Shigeru Kimura x blackfemreader

In which you accidentally find the use in patience

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, softdom!Shigeru, overstimulation, edging/teasing, frottage, mentions of toys, cursing, long fic, before-work-drop

He was on you as soon as you slipped in the door. Pressing up against you and claiming your lips heatedly. The tiredness that enveloped you fell away like an ugly cloak as you wrapped your arms around his waist, melting into his solidness.

"I thought of our talk." He whispered into your ear as his hands wandered along your body, "I have something to say. Would you come to my study to listen?"

After the world's quickest shower, you laid yourself down across Shigeru's desk and he followed after you. The kiss was deep, burning away the memory of your previous stalemate.

Shigeru stretched over you and took your searching hands above your head. You shivered at the smell of him, the feel of him settled between your thighs, his rope winding around your wrists...

"Huh?"

Shigeru calmly straightened and kept only a light touch to your thighs now as you blinked at him. Gone was the flirty smile and it was replaced with a heavy stare.

You suddenly recalled Matsumoto's words from earlier.

"Don't let him fool ya with that 'pure honor' bullshit! Kid--he could sell a rabbit running shoes."

"Shi-Shigeru-san, is this about the...thing?" You winced and backpaddled, "Also, I may have done something..."

Shigeru gave you a smile this time but not one you liked to receive. You groaned as your head thunked back onto his desk. Did you really perfume your thighs for this?

Shigeru went and rolled his fancy office chair so he was seated at his desk and between your legs, "This is about a lot of things, my dear. Do enlighten me on which you are referring to."

You stared up at the ceiling. This situation was quickly becoming too much in so many, non-sexy ways. Maybe you could save this if you ripped the band-aid off.

"I may have rendezvoused for a gig. Y'know, didn't go through the proper channels."

Shigeru was going through his drawers as you spoke but you saw him twitch and he finally grabbed what he was looking for.

"You traded favors with Matsumoto. For passports."

Double fuck, "I needed them quick for a friend. You were busy and Matsumoto knew a guy that could do same day!"

"You accepted such terms from him so easily for something that I could have done freely for you had you waited."

"It wasn't even bad!"

Shigeru's fist thumped heavily on the desk space next to you,

"He used you as bait in a filthy bar that you are prohibited from entering without me! It is not neutral ground and you have enemies."

You rolled your eyes and your foot began to swing in annoyance. Was this going to be another lesson about how much you should cherish yourself and all that?

Ever since you both entered this relationship, Shigeru has been nothing but doting. Careful. Gentle. Mindful. Nice.

Which should have been good and more than enough. It was different and it was your honorable Shigeru-san but...you needed more.

You tried to tell him that he didn't need to be so sweet to you. That you would like for him take and claim, show you how easily he could tear you up and down.

The more bruises, the better! You said it with a grin, expecting the smile that past partners wore when they heard they could do anything to you. Shigeru protested with such force that it may have made you a teeny bit defensive.

The talk ended up being more of a disagreement as you both had very different ideas of what it mean to be 'mean'.

You walked away felt coddled, muddled by the conflicting feelings of wanting to know how to be what he wanted but being stuck with how you were.

It was easy enough to find trouble with one of his lieutenants when you needed a little favor to get a friend to safety. Matsumoto had a big mouth but damn you didn't expect to be found out so soon.

The upset boiling in your stomach turned you bitter, "If you think that's the worst thing I did for a job--

"That is no excuse to let him touch you!"

His tone picked your head up. Meeting Shigeru's glare stalled your brain as arousal rejoined the race. Which was he more angry about--Matsumoto helping you or showing a bit of skin for a favor?

With the look on his face, shit, it probably didn't matter either way.

"He barely touched me, Shigeru-san! Honestly, I only had to play along to get us in and we went our separate ways! It's not like I suc-su-suh somehow did something bad!"

It was too late and your mouth had Shigeru seething. Your mind pinwheeled as you wondered just what he had in store for you.

Shamefully it did nothing but dampen your panties more as you held out hope he finally gave you what you wanted.

"Shigeru-san?" You tried to honey your tone, "I apologize for my behavior--

"I know Matsumoto. It was not only business for him.," Shigeru murmured without hearing you, "I know him just was well as I know you.

His hands were back on you as he rubbed your knee thoughtfully. The action shouldn't have had you squirming the way it did but it's been so long.

"You ask to be hit and choked." Shigeru said lowly, "I believe you are hiding. Dulling your pleasure with pain. Putting yourself in precarious situations for the thrill to match the pace of your mind..."

Shigeru leaned over you so you could feel his sigh span across your mouth.

"I will not hit you," He said to the fall of your stomach, "but I can give you what you need."

You tried to look away. He stood from the chair to lean over you, taking a firm hold of your chin to turn you back to face him. You gasped on a laugh at how easy you were for him.

"I can't Shigeru-san, I can't get there without a little bite or something...It's just how I take it."

The desk creaked beneath your grip, the noise catching his attention. When his eyes met yours next, they were steady but dark.

"You've trained to take a blade. You will learn to accept my pleasure."

"It's hard to-to focus on it. I can't stop thinking of more and wanting more and how to get more. Then I start thinking of more and more."

"Ah, you only need to take your time. Pain is the easy way out, at times. Patience is more powerful than you give it credit for."

You snorted, "Patience looks better on you than me."

Shigeru tilted his head as he considered your words. His hand stroked your cheek as he turned his gaze softer.

"I care deeply for you. Far beyond the limits of your body. It matters to me how you treat it. Let me show you how it can be good for both of us, hm?"

Shigeru pressed hot kisses along your neck and jaw as he spoke. You promised and promised again that you'd give your all. He reached somewhere behind you and your hands slackened from the loosening rope.

You pouted, "Wait--you said--

"This was to make you listen," The rope went sailing across the room, "I won't need that now that we've talked. The desk will be the only discomfort I'll allow."

You huffed briefly stuck your tongue out at him, "I'll be so good for you, you'll get bored."

"My, my what a look in your eye--you really mean it.

And you did. Shigeru thought he could tame the beast of your fucked up nerves but you knew better. Nothing could fix it. He couldn't put any pieces back together if more than half of them were gone.

You would let your Shigeru try and you would let him see on his own. That all you needed was his teeth, his marks, his hurt.

The sooner he was on board with it, the sooner the real fun could start...

The sound of something being set onto the desk had you perking up and immediately blinking at your lover.

His answer was to pointedly slid on the mini-vibrator onto his finger. The next noise you made carried concern at the intense sound of the buzzing as Shigeru tested it's settings.

"S-Say, what--who told you what that was?" Your curiosity flared as strongly as your lust as you watched Shigeru master the settings of the vibrator.

"No one told me what it was! I know where to get what I need."

You shivered at his tone and couldn't help ribbing, "Should I be jealous that you bought such a thing with out me?"

"You often think me too good of a man if you believe this is all that I picked up, my dear." Shigeru's tone was teasing as his hands settled on the sleeping shorts you hurriedly threw on. He exhaled and rubbed your thighs.

"Do you know what you do to me? How long I poured over those options to have you calling for me?"

Your hips lifted on their own accord at the sound of him. Shigeru tugged and the cool surface of the desk met our cheeks. He absently folded your shoulders and tossed them beside you, eyes locked with yours.

Trembling with anticipation at the sight of him rolling up his sleeves, you had to keep your happy noise choked down when he reached to pull his hair back from his face.

He made a rough noise in the back of his throat, seemingly not all-there again as his his stare went between your thighs. You wondered if you glistened from the rollercoaster of arousal you've been on.

"I'll stare. You've been coming to bed late and waking up early--you've been keeping us apart.

"It's been a long time," You said coyly, "Don't stare like that."

You stifled a giggle at the dramatics. He tilted his head and regarded you with a smirk filled with promise.

"With the honor of your trust, allow me to me make it hurt for you."

You grinned and blew him a kiss, "Hurt me good, Shigeru-san, and I might give you a gold star after..."

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Shigeru Kimura was the sun you'd follow to the edge of the universe.

An edge he brought you to and shoved you back from time and time again. Your sensitive, attentive lover was tearing you apart with pleasure all without even touching his zipper.

Shigeru gave you the vibrator again and only when you cry did he use his fingers.

Then he made you scream in two of the three languages you knew, curling and pumping inside of you as he ran the vibrator dead agaisnt your clit.

Now, Shigeru used his mouth to make you beg.

Every time he built you up to an orgasm, each feeling more intense and euphoric than the last, he'd back away. Stopped, slowed, retreat.

It wasn't long before not coming felt like coming--your nerves felt like they were at their limit of how much euphoria they could process. A heady ocean that threatened to either push you over the edge or promised to pull you back under when you got too close.

You could feel every part of you shaking, you could feel the hot streaks of Shigeru's busy hands across you. His soft touch made you shifty in the beginning until he ran you down with praise and filth.

"The ropes did look rather nice, perhaps a different colored silk..."

"Ahh, you're really twitching now. Are you feeling close? Give me a kiss, I'll let you get closer."

"That's the way, beautiful. Keep showing me how good it feels..."

His hands became rougher then. Kneading became squeezing, pulls ending in snappy little pinches. His teeth used as much as his tongue.

Audaciously, you wanted more. You wanted to burn down to nothing but ash in Shigeru's hands and you believed he could feel it. Then again, you couldn't hold much in your head as Shigeru wrung you down with nothing with his insistent need to make you feel the good kind of good.

All that single minded focus set on dismantling you.

You promised him so many things in your delirium, straining to keep your thoughts between your ears and saying anything to keep Shigeru between your legs long enough to make you come.

You sat up on your elbows and the slight shift made the sensation all the better. You sobbed for release, feeling like start fire was rushing through you. You whimpered for a break Shigeru tsk, rubbing your shaking thigh.

"Can I ?Just once, just once, pleas--Shigeru-samaaa..."

He lifted from between your legs with a pat to the hardwood beside you, satisfied as if he had the last sip of his favorite sake. His head tilted as he peered at you through the strands of hair that escaped his hair tie.

" 'Shigeru-sama' ?" He echoed, a smile paired with the roughness of his voice, "I rather like what giving you what you want does to you. You're in a promising mood, chisana keki?"

You whimpered as you wracked your brain, eyes trained on his reddened lips. His beard and chin was still wet from you and some of the strands sparkled prettily.

"I'll-I'll check in more! With you, with-with whoever! Not Matsumoto!"

Shigeru chuckled and stood. His thumb fell back down to your clit, press-rubbing as you mouth dropped open in a wispy moan. It was almost enough to push you over, just a shadow more...

"I'll call for back up if I need it! I'll--oooh, scout b-before going in, oh my g--whatever you want! I'm aching..."

You watched as his free hand unhurriedly undid his zipper to pull out his dick. You whimpered and curled your legs around him as he stepped closer.

Shigeru nuzzled the head of his dick between your petals, kissing under your clit as he stroked himself.

"You've done so well for me, my dear. Look at how good you took what I gave you, being nice and still...."

Your eyes nearly crossed. The sight of Shigeru working himself at the wrecked sight of you was sublime. You felt the velvety poke of his head and the just-right roughness of his working hand against your pussy.

You felt, really felt, it. You've never been built up so high, wound so tightly that all you could feel was ''yes, yes, yes, please yes' .

You heard your near constantly moaning with Shigeru's groaning lines beneath. Amazingly, you had no room in your mind to ask for more.

You wanted to apologize to patience and pledge your devotion to it, you reached for Shigeru to confess but he caught your hand.

He placed it to his abdomen and you bit your lip at the feel of his heated skin, his tensing muscles as he used you to rub off.

He...he was just as affected as you. Heat crawled up the back of your neck as you took in how debauched Shigeru was. Gone was his neat lines and graceful movements, he hadn't even bothered pulling down his pants. His dark eyes darted to where you touched and l the dampness of your cheeks.

You cried out what could have been his name as you finally fell over the cliff. White blotted your vision as your eyes rolled closed, orgasm tearing through you in lines of light and sensations that left you crying and gasping.

The last thing you remember is the sound of Shigeru's laugh-lined moan as he came, thinking distantly,

Holy shit, he was right about patience...

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✨ending notes✨: PHEW!! This one was a long time coming, thank you all for being so patient! This was fun to write, especially trying to figure out just what our Shigeru would do! I may have to try again soon lol🫣

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[simpingforclaudette]

bullet train characters and story ideas i have for them

cw: canon-typical violence, aus, darker topics & sexual themes. more details below.

includes: shigeru kimura, yuichi kimura, lemon, tangerine & the hornet.

shigeru kimura

one) [NSFW, violence & gore] a prequel fic in which reader and shigeru have an on-and-off romantic fling. reader is also an assassin. after a job gone wrong left them severely injured, they call shigeru, who picks them up and patching them up at a motel. they end up bathing and sleeping together.

two) [NSFW, nudity, sexual themes, shibari, soft maledom] shigeru being a shibari & body painting freak (affectionate <3).

three) [SFW, fluff, mild hurt, fluff & comfort] shigeru comforting reader during the night, when they’re having an insomnia episode.

four) [NSFW, mild violence, mention of blood, afab! reader, pussy eating] vampire au where shigeru drinks reader’s blood via their thigh and pussy.

five) [NSFW, mention of blood] vampire au where shigeru feeds the reader his own blood.

six) [SFW, fluff] silly scenario where shigeru is jealous but acts like he isn’t. but the reader can see through him.

yuichi kimura

one) [NSFW, mild sexual content, nudity, intimacy] reader and yuichi cuddling and talking when it’s late at night and it’s raining outside and they’re both naked. lol.

two) [NSFW, sexual themes] yuichi and reader having sex in the shower.

three) [SFW, polyamory relationship with lemon, slice of life, no plot just happy vibes] yuichi, lemon and reader co-parenting wataru & having the time of their lives.

four) [SFW, fluff] reader and yuichi doing each other’s nails and makeup for funsies.

the hornet

one) [NSFW, afab! reader, non-consensual drugging, kidnapping] hornet drugging and interrogating reader for a job, then giving them aftercare(?)

tangerine

one) [NSFW, implied murder & violence, sexual themes] recently widowed reader having an affair with tangerine and suspecting him of killing their late partner.

two) [NSFW, mention of prostitution & escorts, crossdressing, sexual themes] tangerine crossdressing and posing as a male escort for a job, meeting reader, a client, and ending up being a little distracted.

three) [SFW, vague mention of violence, flirting + sexual innuendos] journalist reader interviewing an incarcerated tangerine. they end up flirting.

four) [NSFW, sexual themes, bondage] one-night stand gone wrong after reader accidentally discovers that tangerine’s a vampire. a very thirsty one at that.

feel free to let me know your thoughts and ask for more details in the comments if you’re interested.

[daenysx]

tangerine and misunderstanding trope 🥺? i love how you write him!

-send me drabble requests!

tangerine x fem!reader

It hurts more than you think it would. The messages he didn't reply, the missed calls, the invitations to your apartment he didn't even respond to.

Maybe you were fooling yourself.

You don't let yourself fall into self pity, though. Tangerine is not your boyfriend. He's not, right? Because to be your boyfriend, he should've done something about it. Instead he's been ghosting your efforts to reach out.

You think being hurt over a man who's not your boyfriend is a terrible thing. For many reasons.

He is your something, though. You really like him. You like his deep blue eyes, his kind smile, his stupid jokes, and his frown. You like how soft he seems to be next to you, how his lips curl upwards when he talks about Lemon, how his hands always find yours under any table. You don't want to let this go. You just wish him to try a little, at least.

And, you know what? Fuck him, if he doesn't. Maybe he's not the man you met, maybe he's changed. Maybe he doesn't have enough courage to come and say he doesn't want anything to do with you. Maybe he's just a coward who doesn't know how to end something that didn't even start.

You wish you could stop liking this coward so much.

The day goes on just like any others. You come home earlier, luckily taking the emptier bus and buying some much needed groceries. You settle down on your evening routine easily, a nice shower and dinner afterwards, picking up something to watch as you mindlessly scroll on your phone. The couch is comfy under your body as you get a book in your hand, minutes slipping quickly, you think you can fall asleep here tonight.

Someone knocks on the door.

You flinch, sleep leaving your body immediately. No one called you before coming over, who's at the door? You walk slowly, trying to get a glimpse of the person outside with your hand on your heart.

It's him.

Is it too late to pretend to be asleep? No, you're not running away from this. You're having this conversation, what is he doing here anyway? He doesn't even have the decency to let you know before he comes over. You open the door with a rush of anger in your chest.

"Hey, darlin'," Tangerine says. Is that blood on his hands? "Sorry, were you sleeping?"

You shake your head, trying to get your mind work properly. "You didn't call."

He looks sorry. He should look sorry, actually. You didn't deserve any of it.

"Can I come in?" he asks. You let him take a few steps inside. He follows you to the living room, leaving his suit jacket on the side of the couch with practiced movements. It suddenly hurts how he looks like he belongs here. How he acts like it.

"Where have you been?" you ask without thinking. "You didn't answer my calls for days."

You don't care if you sound pathetic. He really worried you.

"I apologise," he begins. "I- I lost my phone on a business meeting and couldn't get a new one, I still don't have one actually, didn't have time to-"

This sounds like a shitty excuse and you talk before you can stop yourself.

"You know what- don't explain. I mean you don't have to. I'm not your girlfriend, so it's none of my business. I was just thinking you'd at least say something real. Something that sounds like a proper excuse."

"Wha- What do you mean you're not my girlfriend?" Tangerine asks. He looks genuinely confused.

You part your lips, then close them. He does surprising things tonight.

"I mean, we never made that clear, did we?" you say, slowly. "And to be honest, it's worse if you think I'm your girlfriend and still ghosted my texts for days."

"I didn't- Look, I'm sorry if this sounds like a fucked up explanation, but I'm telling the truth. I-" he takes a deep breath. "I never properly told you what I do for work, and it was wrong of me, but I was afraid that if you know- you'd never want to see me again."

You know bits and pieces about his job, you think you don't care about it now, though. You can get over it probably, but being hurt by him and feeling like he ignored you all this time is harder to accept.

"I really did think we were in a relationship," he says. His eyes are- oh, fuck him. They look so beautiful under this light, all wide and somehow innocent, he's telling the truth. "I promise, I didn't ghost your calls. I tried to do better, but I- I'm really sorry."

You take his hand. He looks at you like he's lost in all the emotions. Tangerine is not used to this, to have someone other than Lemon who worries about him and he clearly doesn't know how to make his thoughts on relationships clear. You know things don't work well over assumptions, but it doesn't look hard to fix them. You really like him. Like him enough to forgive him when he's telling the truth and rub your thumb on the back of his hand.

"Do you want me to be your girlfriend?" you ask, bravely. Things are gonna be okay, you believe.

"Of course," he replies. It's a risk, but he's made for worse of them. "More than anything."

"Okay," you say, nodding with a nice smile on your face. "But if we're gonna start this properly, we need to communicate. I don't wanna lose my mind over doubting if you like me enough to reply my texts."

He holds you, unable to stop himself from kissing your forehead. An untold apology lingers in the air. You like having Tangerine in your space.

"I like you more than enough," he says. "I know I don't deserve it, but I'm a lucky bastard that you even care to give me a chance. I'll try to be better, yeah? Really, I'll do better."

You kiss him, it's a good one for your first kiss as lovers. You squeeze his hand in yours, he kisses you back with a rush of big emotions. He's gonna carry them well, though. He has to, otherwise he'd never forgive himself.

"You can tell me all about your job when you get cleaned up in the bathroom," you tell him. "Maybe I'm being an idiot for starting a relationship with a guy when I barely know what he does for work, but I'm gonna take that risk."

Tangerine likes risks. He likes the idea of someone taking risks for him, it's a delicious feeling on his chest. He promises to be honest. Anything comes after, is a risk for him to take.

He lets you take him to the bathroom.

[hereyeswithoutaface]

A couple of fruits (Part 2)

bullet train prequel hehehehe.

notes: go read part one if you haven't <3. also changed the fc of lemon/Toby to my pookie Caleb McLaughlin bc my old fc did not look young enough and there was very few photos to use. Also i apologize to any American or just none Brit readers because you have to experience football games in a pub to understand the sheer VOLUME in that room, anyway i loveee this chapter bc after this bit things get really good! also just a reminder, lemon is Toby, tangerine is Michael, i have the qna feature enabled for anyone who has any ideas, wants to req something or just yap, hope you enjoy!

warnings: alcohol, strong language, mentions of death

"Whaddya want?" The girl raised an eyebrow, not in an impolite way, more in a defensive and ever so slightly scared way. She then realized her words came out overly in a touch of an aggressive manner, and tried to fix it: ".....To drink, that is, i'm not asking for a scrap."

"What will you let us have?" Michael raised an eyebrow back at her, in an almost mocking manner, which she did not appreciate.

"You can have what ever you pay for." She spoke after a moment, staring him down.

Toby, noticing the awkwardness of the situation, decided to cut in quickly, "We'll just have two cokes, please Ash."

The girl, who was now revealed to be Ash- the pre-mentioned ear-piercing teenager, simply nodded and walked off to go make it, not saying another word.

"you're a bellend, do you know that?" Michael snickered at his brothers politeness and sat down on a bar stool.

"No, i just have a thing called courtesy." He shrugged and sat beside him, the stools we leather and sticky from the beer, and the legs were uneven so every single time you moved, even just an inch, the stool would make an annoying 'CLANK' noise and rocked to the side.

"I don't think courtesy involves killing your papushka." Michael played with the golden rings on his fingers, a habit of his as he made the jab, and to which, Toby pushed him lightly, causing the stool to rock. "Okay 1, don't mention that here, no matter how many people are just drunks who have lost all of their senses, and 2, papushka isn't even a word, you just made that up. Bloody tosser." Michael was about to interject with some snarky comment about how it was Russian for father (it isn't), but the return of Ash with the two cokes cut them both out of it.

"Two cokes, if you get rabies, not my fault, we had to use the old cans from the cellar because the drink taps ain't working." Ash placed the two glasses down, both with a few ice cubes in and a slice of lemon, that she had seemed to have cut herself due to the unevenness of it.

"Great customer service innit?" Michael said sarcastically after he had took a sip, feeling slightly put off from the drink now, but he was going to have to pay for it either way. "Who the fook just announces that like it's normal?"

"Ash is, very honest, about everything." Toby seemed to almost sigh, but not in an offended way, but in a more 'she-won't-hold-back-way'. "But, thanks for the drinks mate." "You're welcome." She nodded slightly, and did the trademark awkward British smile, before holding out her hand. "it's just three quid please."

The brothers looked at each other as if to ask who would pay, and pointed at the other, before the two put an equal amount of money in her hand, Ash counted it in her head for a moment before nodding, "Enjoy the game."

As the football game started on the TV screen, the locals all crowding round to watch it as they did every week, Ash simply just stayed leaning on the counter for a few moments, before rolling her eyes and walking away.

"Well she seems like she's a right happy chappy, huh Toby?"

"Shut your gob, you can't say smack, you always look like someones just slapped you cross the face- you moody bastard." The two brothers continued to watch the game, cheering maybe slightly over excessively, and no matter how much he wanted to deny it, Michael seemed to find himself glancing over his shoulder every now and again to look at the girl with the funky look, she seemed to be mostly standing with who he assumed to be her aunt, or trying to carry as many drinks as humanly possible at one time. She didn't seem to look back, or maybe she did, just when he wasn't looking.

It became apparent she had been noticing his staring because after the game had ended, he picked up his drink to finish it off and found a scrap of paper attached to the bottom of the glass, it simply read, in scrawny pink sparkly pen writing: 'myspace. @ashlediquehed, it's french. add me or don't.'

Michael was relatively sure 'ash le diquehead' was not french, but the username seemed funny enough, he pocketed it and looked around for her, but she seemed to have disappeared into the back, he stood up and nudged his brother, "C'mon, let's go home, mum's probably having a fit right now." "Oh shit- forgot about that" Toby groaned as he stood up too, walking outside of the pub with him as all the locals cheered from Westham winning the match. "Rock paper scissors and whoever loses has to try to console with mum?"

"Deal." Michael nodded, the two making their way down the slightly more darker street now, as they played the game, as soon as Toby called shoot, he drew rock and Michael drew paper, cementing his win, Michael laughed and shoved his brother again, who shoved him back and spent the rest of the way home in a miserable silence.

When they made it back to the estate, Toby flipped off Michael, who pretended to catch it and kiss his fingers, before he walked into the flat through the front door, where he was greeted by his sobbing foster mother; Meanwhile Michael went the other way, climbing in through his bedroom window and landing on the bed with a thump, and took off his jacket.

He walked over to his and his brother's desk, before he loaded up the computer and signed in, quickly typing in the username on myspace and adding it, curious to see if this strange girl who worked at the pub would even want to talk to him, and to his surprise she did, and messaged him mere moments later.

@ashlediquehead: 'i know you killed your old man.'

@tolstoyluvr: 'oh. does that bother you?'

@aslediquehead: 'was he a wanker?'

@tolstoyluvr: 'yeah.'

@ashlediquehead: 'then no.'

[marchsfreakshow]

Coincidences [Tangerine]

Fluff

You subtly followed The Twins to Japan, just for a holiday. And you just so happen to get on the same train as them to Kyoto.

Your honour I love him, and he owns my soul. <3

Lmao. Idk. Take it pls. It's a bit short but too long to be a normal imagine.

No one's perspective.

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You had subtly followed your fiancé and his twin to Japan and on the train. Obviously, you went for the general sights and exploring. Tangerine didn't even notice that you had followed, he called you occasionally when you were in your hotel, just to check on you. Thank god it was silent in the hotel. He couldn't hear the familiar hustle and bustle of Japan that he had gotten used to while on the job.

You got on the train at a random station, barely paying attention to the world and the seeming chaos around you. Music in your earphones, and watching the night sky go past you. There was chaos in the train cars to the front and the back of you. Loud noises waving past your ears.

Despite your train car being decently empty, someone sat next to you. Oh..god. You squirmed slightly. Yet you could feel the eyes on you. "Darling?" The voice asked muffled. That voice sounded familiar. Looking over, you stared at Tangerine for a moment, then smiled like you hadn't just been caught by your fiancé on the same train he was.

"Ha...hi.. hey sweetie.." You stuttered out, going a bit red at the man sitting next to you.

"well what's god's green earth are you doing here love? I thought you were still at home doing wedding research."

"I am." I chuckled, holding your phone out to show Tangerine a Pinterest board filled with wedding ideas in your favourite colour. He just chuckled and kissed your cheek, placing an arm around your shoulder to pull you close. "I dunno... might've sneaked on your plane with you..just to grab a holiday in Japan."

"You, little shit.." a bit of laughter shared between you as Tangerine lightly grabbed your face and kissed you with a smile. "Just, be fuckin careful okay? That's some shit going down and i'd rather my fiancé doesn't get killed by some rude asshole who doesn't care for you."

"well I'm getting off at Kyoto.."

"Good. Me too sweetheart. When you get off, yeah, just immediately head for the train station exit and wait for me my love."

You nodded and kissed Tangerine eagerly, tasting the drying blood on his lips. Your hands resting on his chest as he brought you as close as possible. Obviously, that was difficult in two small train seats, but you made it work. "I love you. And I am genuinely so fucking glad you're here." Tangerine whispered, staring at you like you were the only thing worth a shit to come out of England.

"I love you more Lucille."

"Alright, there you are, i-" Lemon cut himself off, seeing you cuddled close to Tangerine and quickly enjoying eachother's company with the looming threat of death over the Twins heads. He took a moment to stare at you before sitting in the train seat opposite his brother. "Cherry. Good to see you? What are you doing here?" They called you Cherry whenever they wanted to talk to you but were out on a job. It was sort of cute since you never were the assassin type. But you liked it, and Tangerine definitely did too.

"Um...suprise?"

"My beloved, right here Lemon, decided to subtly follow us onto the plane to Japan. Take a little trip without telling us."

Lemon just smirked and huffed out a chuckle. "I am surprised you didn't follow us into the assassination line Cherry y'know? Sneaking around us like that without us noticing. Very clever."

His comment made you roll your eyes with a smirk, and rest your head on Tangerine's shoulder. "I've been looking at wedding ideas... What do you think of this?" You showed Lemon your Pinterest board, an overwhelming majority of wedding cakes, dresses and suits in the colour you adored more than anything. He nodded approvingly.

"I think i'd suit a suit that colour."

"You definitely would."

The three of you continued to natter about plans, and your excitement made everything you said set in stone for Tangerine. He loved seeing you smile, loved seeing the excitement light up your eyes by the night sky fleeting by.

That was until Ladybug went by. Lemon immediately glanced up at him, and you noticed Tangerine hesitating to get up. Since he immediately melted into your touches, getting used to your happiness again. Lemon instead got up, and started to follow the guy. You had no clue what was going on, but you knew it was a dangerous job. "Everything okay?"

"Nothing you should worry about my darling. You're too precious."

As much as you wanted to pry your fiancé for information, you figured it was best if you stayed quiet. "...can you still atleast stay here with me for a bit?"

"Course I can sweetheart."

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Tag: @american-horror-whore @r4fe-cam3ron

Not my regular taglist since this is a new character.

[lenacosse]

HEYYY please can i request tan x reader where tan sees reader angry fior the first time. So reader, tan and lemon are just out and about or smth and reader just sees someone being horrible to someone. Like idk maybe they went shopping and the guy infront is jut being an ass to the cashier or they are at a bar and someone is harassing a bartender (smth like that , just ideas) and reader just loses her shit and lemon is shocked but proud and tan just realises hes in love and its kinda like one of those moments for him like 'oh shit i love her' realisation. hope u can do thiss and hope it makes sense

Flawless

pairing: tangerine x reader

cw: alcohol, strong language and violence

word count: 1,486

‘i fell in love today,

there aren’t many words that you can say that

could ever change my mind.

she’s enough for me, she’s in love with me

you’re a doll, you are flawless.’

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You open your car door once the taxi pulls up outside of the bar, you step out the cool air wrapping around your body making you shiver. You walk towards the bar door, show your id and enter. You scan the area for Tangerine and Lemon, you spot them in a booth and approach them.

“Hi!” You sit down beside Tangerine. Lemon on his other side.

“Hi love.” Tangerine replies, passing you a drinks menu. Your attempt to hide the blush of your cheeks by looking intensely at your menu.

You pick your drink, vodka cranberry and Lemon goes to the bar to order. Tangerine asks you about work whilst Lemon gets the drinks, you go off on a slight rant about your boss who very clearly overworked you because no one else was as dedicated as you were to rising up the ranks. You were a starting out art designer and this was your first firm placement. Tangerine just listened, that’s what you liked about him. He never told you to shut up when you rambled on about anything, he listened and responded with exactly what you needed to hear every time.

Lemon returned, gave you your drink and settled back down on his seat.

“So why didn’t either of you let me know you were leaving the city for a week?” You raise an eyebrow whilst eyeing them suspiciously.

“It was last minute work stuff,” shrugged Lemon.

“What did you have to go on a super secret mission to kill the Mafia or something,” you tease.

“Not the Mafia but something like that.” Tangerine says casually. You still couldn’t believe their jobs, you definitely should’ve been scared of them but you’ve know them for a long time, enough time to trust them with your life.

“And we found our Diesel,” Lemon says. You laugh at how proud he looked. “Right under our noses the entire time, playing us like fools.”

“Only time it’s ever been beneficial.” Tangerine mumbles.

“So you admit that it isn’t childish and stupid.” Lemon responses.

“It is childish and stupid. I’m sick of hearing about it,” Tangerine grumbled, finishing his drink.

“Oh come on Tan, it does no harm.” You nudge him. He just rolls his eyes at you, “you’re so grumpy. Lighten up.”

He just shakes his head, but you see him crack a smile. It makes you smile in return, you couldn’t be more of an opposite from Tan, he was a little grumpy and sometimes too serious. And you were the opposite, you were too friendly and extremely spontaneous. You talked he listened, he was neat you were all over the place at times, he was calm and you were lively. But somehow that was literally everything, and Lemon was the glue that held you all together. He was the perfect mix between them both and your metaphorical partner in crime (Tangerines literal one).

However you knew that a few drinks made Tangerine much chirpier and that you used to your advantage. So now you all sit absolutely wasted at the bar, Lemon orders the fourth shot. The three of you finish another shot, then just order a drink. The bar around you was busy and lively, the music was pumping through your veins and you felt electric.

You were mid conversation with the guys when you hear some intense ranting. A man is giving off about the bartender yet no one is listening, which just urges him to continue.

“Oi. Can you hurry the fuck up and take my order,” his voice fumes from behind you.

“I’ll be with you in one minute I’m serving a customer.” The bartender responds.

“I told you to take my fucking order. Are you stupid?”

You turn around in an instant to the source of the demands, you make eye contact with him and he just scoffs at you. “And she told you to wait a minute.”

“Who the fuck was talking to you?”

“Oh get over yourself. Piss off and leave her alone, it’s busy in here just wait.”

The man only ignores you and turns back to the bartender. “I swear to fucking god you’re such a useless bitch. I want a drink, so hurry the fuck up.”

“Please let me sort this couple out first.”

“Fucking ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.”

You stand up and come to face like him, you were livid by the vermin he was speaking. “You’re the ridiculous one here. She told you she’s busy! Just fucking get out you dickhead!” You shouted. He crossed his arms, trying to assert power in the situation.

Tangerine and Lemon both instantly turn around to look at what’s going on, Lemon was extremely taken aback by your confidence but he was impressed. But Tangerine was fascinated, he had never seen you riled up before.

“This has absolutely nothing to do with you, turn the fuck around again no one cares about what you have to say.”

“Im sure they care a lot more than watching a shallow waste of space cry because he’s not the top priority.”

“You fucking bitch.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?! A bitch. You think I’m a bitch? Well I think you’re a greedy spoilt little prick.”

“Oh my god she’s brilliant.” Tangerine says, completely starstruck. Lemon only nods in agreement. They couldn’t believe the fire you had inside of you, it was so intense. The man you were arguing with looked threatened, but he couldn’t accept defeat.

“That’s rich coming from you sitting there with two men, like a fucking whore. Look at you,” he looks you up and down, you suddenly feel extremely self conscious of your outfit, even though it was barely showing cleavage. “You look like a fucking prostitute.”

You don’t even take a moment to think and before you knew it your fist collided with his nose, sending him to the ground. People watched in shock, no one not even you knew what just happened it was all so sudden.

Tangerines mouth falls open, as he watches everything go down. There was something about seeing you like this that made everything click. “Fucking hell I love her.” He says, dead serious yet dazed.

Lemon does a double take and stares at Tangerine. “What?” He looks at you, prouder than ever but knew him and Tan needed to get you out of the bar before the man attacks you.

They both speedily usher you out and the three of you sit curb side outside the bar.

“What the fuck just happened,” Lemon floundered, you shake your head in response. You anger was settling and you were just calming down.

“If I see that bastard I’ll tear his fucking head off,” Tangerine says, you could tell he was mad, rightfully so considering what the man had said to you.

“I’ll vouch to that.” You respond.

Lemon inspected your hand of which you used to punch him. Your knuckles were swollen and inflamed.

“I’ll go get you ice.” Lemon goes off to get ice, leaving you and Tangerine.

You look up at the sky admiring the stars, they were one of your favourite sights and looking at them always grounded you. The alcohol was slowly wearing off, leaving you just over tipsy.

“Sorry for not setting in back there,” Tangerine says, his voice comes out soft. You look at him and shrug.

“It’s no big deal,”

“I would’ve have thought you’d argue with someone in the bar, I was impressed, you were slightly terrifying.”

You softly laugh, Tangerine just smiles. “Well his attitude just pissed me off. But.. I feel terrible for causing a scene. I seemed like a crazy bitch.”

Tangerine turned around so he was basically facing you, “you didn’t cause a scene you done what needed to be done.”

“I guess, but everyone probably thought i was some flawed psycho who’s violent.”

“No. No don’t say that,” Tangerine puts his hand on yours and looks at you; his expression is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. His eyes are soft yet fierce, but they hold so much value to his words. You’ve never seen or heard him be so considerate before. His voice was gentle, not grumpy and his touch was comforting, but you liked this side of him.

“It’s true.”

“Believe me, you’re flawless love. You fought that man to help someone else, that shows how kind you are. Anyone who saw everything go down acknowledges that.” He stroked your hand with his thumb, you smiled at his words, a blush dusting your face.

You rested your head on his shoulder and you knew there was a shift in your dynamic with Tangerine from there onwards. You’d always secretly wanted him but you thought you were too boring and too average for him, but the way he spoke to you and the way he looked at you made you feel like you were on fire.

[takenbypeter]

Coffee Shop Romance

Tangerine x reader

Words: 749

Coffee break. One of the many joys the fruit titled assassin enjoyed out of his work day. 

The job was a simple stake out job at least for now, until something more exciting came along.

The two brothers split up for the break, with Lemon going to the next door boba shop while Tangerine stuck with his regular ole coffee. 

He didn’t adore coffee but it was a nice pick me up. Especially when it was from his favorite coffee shop. 

It was an average size building, with few customers. 

When Tangerine first came to this shop he didn’t like it too much. Well actually he didn’t like you. You were too cheerful. No one works a customer service job and is that happy, he swore it. Maybe something good happened to you, he thought, but after a few more visits he realized it was just who you were, you were just the word happy itself. At least that’s what it looked like. You were nice to everyone, even those who talked your ears off. And you always had a smile on, either big or small, almost as if that was your permanent expression. And it sort of irritated him that you were so…happy. 

But after about a month of coming to the place that irritation turned into something different. Almost as if he found himself looking forward to that cheesy grin that greeted him behind that counter. 

He wouldn’t say he looked forward to it, (no matter how much he actually did.) but it definitely had a weird sort of contagious effect to it, to the point that he always found himself smirking when leaving. 

And today started as just one of those times. He entered the building, the familiar bell noise bouncing off the walls. And he walked up to the counter, which was empty. 

Tangerine frowned. This was unusual. He waited a bit, his frown deepening as another face—a different face came in view. 

“Hi, what can I get started for you today?” Was asked of Tangerine before he began his order. 

It’s not like he was upset about it not being you behind the counter, sure he was a little disappointed, even curious but he knew none of that was his place to be. 

After receiving his coffee he headed for the door. With the door just a few inches away from him he heard a sniffle to his left and giving a quick glance he recognized you with your back to the door, sitting at one of the tables. 

He stood frozen in place weighing his options, if he heard what he thinks he heard should he go over there, or should he just leave? He didn’t think too much because soon enough he heard another sniffle. 

With a small grunt he changed directions. Peering over your shoulder to confirm his thoughts he then stopped right in front of you. His expression softened at the sight of tears falling from your eyes. 

His hand motioned to the chair and stopped as it was coming into your view. You looked at his hand then followed it to his face. 

You recognized his face—he was the grumpy customer who always got the black coffee fresh. 

With his hand frozen in place mid air you nodded giving him permission to sit and he pulled the chair out doing so. 

He set the coffee down and looked at you as you rubbed your face trying to get rid of any evidence of the former tears. “I’m fine,” you said before he was even given the chance to ask. 

“No, you’re not. You’re crying at a coffee shop.”

You sat silently, your eyes glued to the table that now had his coffee on it. 

“What happened?”

You shook your head forcing yourself to let a single big laugh out, “you don’t want to hear it.”

“Please. Tell me everything.”

So you did. 

With tears returning you explained yourself and you were content you did. 

Sure you found it strange you were so comfortable in telling this stranger all of your worries but at the end of it all, you consider yourself fortunate that he pulled out that chair and sat there. You were thankful that even while he didnt have an answer for your problems he just listened. 

You consider yourself grateful for all those events that lead up to those tears because if not for them, you may not have met the love of your life that afternoon. 

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

you look like you love me

Fandom: Bullet Train

Pairing: Tangerine x Original Female Character

Characters: Tangerine, Lemon, Original Female Character [Clementine]

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 4606

Summary: I'm drunk and I'm ready to leave and you look like you love me.

Tags/Warnings: Kissing, Gun Shot Wounds, Near Death Experience, Not Canon, Tangerine Lives, Arguing, Guilt

Notes: the girl mindlessly scrolling through tiktok is me x

MASTERLISTS // TAG LIST // SONG LINK

‘No fucking chance,’ Tangerine said firmly earning a groan from his party.

‘Oh come on!’ Clementine whinged, a pout on her pinkened lips.

‘No,’ he said again.

‘Oh go on, don't be a spoil sport,’ Lemon said, rolling his eyes as Tangerine glared at him. As he took a sip of his pint he watched Clementine fold her arms across her chest, her pout growing bigger as if she were a child not getting her own way. Tangerine said, ‘oh don’t be like that.’

‘I just want to sing karaoke,’ she said, leaning up but not uncrossing her arms.

‘Sing it with Lemon then!’ he reasoned, gesturing at the man beside him. He’d leant back now watching the pair of them verbally spar. He knew there was no point in getting involved, they could, and would, hold their own and it was preferable they were taking chunks out of one another rather than setting their sights on him. In fact Clementine’s presence in their life had been a welcomed relief, someone else to bore the brunt of his brother's somewhat varying temper.

‘Oh I intend to but I want to do it with you too,’ the blonde replied before sighing and pleading, ‘oh come on it’s just a bit of fun.’

‘Not for everyone else in here considering I can't even sing,’ Tangerine retorted.

‘It’s karaoke you don’t have to be able to sing,’ she said. Tangerine scowled, his moustache twitching at the movement. It was always like this with her. She never let anything drop, always picking away at things until they ended up fighting or worse he gave up. Sometimes he had to for his own sanity but he couldn’t help it she just got under his skin.

But right now he had the energy to spar with her. This was their celebration of a job well done and though she had been the one to choose the establishment, a cheesy American style dive bar that hung bull horns from the walls and played honky tonk tunes despite being in the south of Berlin rather than Nashville, he was still determined to enjoy himself. The beer was good at least.

‘I don’t even know any country songs,’ he reasoned, ‘this was your fuckin idea remember.’

‘You must know one song,’ Lemon said, finally chirping up if only because the idea of seeing his brother on stage aglow with embarrassment made him giddy with excitement.

‘Do I look like a fuckin’ cowboy to you?’ Tangerine said, the vein in his forehead bulging as his brother weighed in.

‘Now that you mention it,’ Lemon said, gesturing to his brother’s moustache with amusement.

‘Do you want me to stab you?’ Tangerine grunted.

‘I’ll pick something easy I promise,’ Clementine said, hoping to steer the direction back towards the task at hand rather than letting the boys get bogged down squabbling, ‘please Tange.’

‘No,’ Tangerine said firmly, ‘I’ve already let you have your way with having us come to this fuckin’ dive as it is.’

‘Only because you had to,’ Lemon said, ‘it was one of her wishes.’

‘Yes thank you Lemon,’ Tangerine said, offering a tight smile his brother’s way though as he looked back at Clementine he found she was no longer pouting or pleading she was smiling, that infuriating, dazzling smile she had when she was about to get her own way or more importantly do something Tangerine didn’t want her to.

‘No,’ he shook his head, catching on faster than his brother who looked confused.

‘I’ve found my next one,’ she sing-songed, giggling as Lemon started laughing.

‘You’re not serious,’ he scoffed.

‘Deadly. Wish number four is for you to sing karaoke with me,’ she confirmed, making him groan which made her immediately wag a finger at him, ‘ah, ah, you know the rules. All wishes must be fulfilled as asked without protest or whining.’

‘Clem,’ Tangerine started but she was on a roll.

‘Or we can call the whole thing off and I’ll go back to-’ ‘Yes okay fine, fuck!’ he griped, running his hand over his mouth to stem his irritation. But just as she started to celebrate he pointed at her and said, ‘but you’re using them up quick and once they’re gone I don’t to hear want a fuckin’ word you hear?’

‘Loud and clear,’ she smirked as she rose from the table, swaying as the alcohol in her system rushed to her head, ‘I’m gonna go and tell the DJ we’d like to sign up. Back in a minute.’

As she sashayed away smugly he felt Lemon looking at him with a smirk on his face. Tangerine merely held a hand up to silence whatever was going to come out of the other man’s mouth, taking a long drink of his beer as he watched her talking to the DJ in his booth.

One song that’s all he had to do. One song and it was another wish over. One song and she

only had one more insane request left though as he thought about it he tried to remember why he’d agreed to this wish system in the first place. 

‘I need a drink,’ Tangerine sighed. They hadn’t even gotten off the ground yet, he could still hear the pilot doing his rigorous take off checks from the cockpit just ahead of them, but he needed something to take the edge off. He’d been edgy since they’d finished the job, adamant they needed to get the first flight out of Osaka. It was probably the best idea, after all having a hand in the demise of the White Death and his entire family was probably going to catch up with them at some point so why not give them a head start? But it wasn’t just that. He’d thought he’d lost Lemon. For good. He’d looked at his brother’s corpse and his world had collapsed in on itself making him stupid and reckless. If it hadn't been for Clementine he probably would've been dead. She had saved his life and almost gotten herself killed in the process, the bullet they’d pulled out of her thigh living proof of that. 

So yeah he was a little antsy even if she wasn’t, sprawled out on the plush couches of their private jet as she yawned, ‘get me one will you.’

‘Your legs not working are they not, love?’ he quipped intending to get back to their normal selves by bantering with her as he normally would only when he noted her bandaged up leg he felt a twinge of guilt rush through him. Clementine didn’t even seem to notice the correlation, accepting the banter at face value as she said, ‘I'd say it was the least you could do seeing as I saved your arse. Twice if my memory is correct.’

‘You say that like we’ve never saved your arse before,’ Tangerine said as he got to the bar.

‘You have to admit you would’ve been toast back there mate,’ Lemon reasoned. As they locked eyes Tangerine felt his guilt swirl deeper in the pit of his stomach, the memory of Lemon’s limp and lifeless body flashing before his eyes once more. He dropped his gaze to the range of bottles on the bar looking for something that would take that feeling away.

‘No he’s right. He’s saved me enough times,’ she said pushing herself up and hobbling over to the bar. Tangerine frowned as he watched her wince but resisted the urge to help her figuring him trying to lead her would go down like a lead balloon. Instead he opted to ask, ‘what are you doing?’

‘Making us all a drink,’ she said, finally behind the bar and nudging him out of the way with her good hip, ‘I assume you needed me to do that for you too. Or do you think you could manage that all by yourself?’

‘Very funny,’ Tangerine scowled as she giggled, grabbing a fancy bottle of scotch from the bar and handing it to him to pour. He did as he was told, though only because that was the one he’d been eyeing anyway though that only made her beam a smile as she headed back to her seat and allowed him to pour. He did so quickly, swigging a full glass before he made up three drinks and took them over to where they were sitting.

‘Aw you’ve even made it just how I like it,’ she said, taking a sip, ‘you’re learning so well.’

‘Would you pack it in?’ he grumbled as he took a seat on the other couch with Lemon.

‘Not my fault you’re so easy to wind up,’ she smiled.

‘I’m not easy to wind up,’ he retorted, ignoring Lemon’s snort as he continued, ‘you just don’t know how to shut up.’

‘Well you can always make me,’ she bargained, sitting up from where she had been lolling and leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.

‘Oh yeah and how the fuck do I do that?’ Tangerine said as he laid back against the seat, resting his foot on his knee as he watched her.

‘How about we make a deal?’ she said, watching him cockily as she sipped at her drink. Tangerine watched her. Her hair was up today, pulled back roughly in a clip though she’d allowed a few tendrils to fall around her face, and she was wearing a t-shirt and leggings though he suspected this was more to do with the fact she was bandaged from the thigh up, he knew that because he’d been the one to do it. Still it made her look out of place amongst them, both in crisp new suits. Not someone you'd associate with making deals, even silly little bets like this one.

‘Go on then,’ he said as if the idea bored him entirely though he could feel interest stirring inside him.

‘Okay I’ll stop teasing you if you,’ she stalled clearly thinking on her feet, ‘if you…if you be my slave for a day.’

Tangerine rolled his eyes. He didn’t know why but he’d been expecting something more serious, less childish, but at this rate she was more like Lemon when it came to teasing and games. It was only one step up from Thomas the Tank. Clementine hastened to continue, ‘half a day?’

Still nothing.

‘An hour?’ she bargained. Tangerine merely stared at her.

‘Sounds like a no to me bruv,’ Lemon chuckled as he took a sip of his drink.

‘Well I’m getting something out of it,’ she pouted.

‘How about you celebrate the fact we’re going to keep you on seeing as you’ve actually proved yourself useful and be happy with that,’ Tangerine said. Clementine smiled and placed her glass on the table in front of her.

‘You know it’s okay,’ she smiled, ‘if you’re feeling vulnerable because a woman saved your arse. It doesn’t threaten your masculinity if that’s what you're worried about. Right Lemon?’

‘Course not,’ Lemon chuckled, ‘it shows enlightenment and understanding.’

‘That's what Ladybug would say,’ Clementine giggled though she stopped as Tangerine jumped up and started walking away from them huffily, ‘where are you going?’

‘For a slash so I don’t have to listen to you twats any longer,’ he huffed.

Although he was barely out of the living area of the jet before Clementine was up and following him forcing him to stop and look at her as he questioned, ‘what are you doing?’

‘Coming with you,’ she said as if it were obvious, ‘I figured you’d need help with that too.’

‘You fuckin’-’

‘I can hold it if you want,’ she mused, smiling wider as she saw a tinge of pink on his cheeks though it disappeared as he snapped, ‘alright fine! What the fuck is it going to take for you to let this drop?’

Clementine grinned.

‘Oh I don’t know,’ she said, moving to flop back onto her seat, her legs up on the dark leather of the airplane seats. The seatbelt sign had clicked on but none of them seemed bothered about adhering to its request. Tangerine was just hoping whatever she was baiting for wouldn’t take long, he really did have to use the bathroom.

‘So the slave thing is definitely off the table?’ she questioned. Tangerine said nothing because his face said what he was thinking anyway, not that Clementine paid much attention to the scowl, she was used to him by now and instead she looked to Lemon and said, ‘what do you think?’

‘Well it’s gotta be something worth your while,’ Lemon said seriously. Clementine nodded in agreement as Tangerine folded his arms and asked, ‘I’m sorry, why are you helping?’

‘Yeah I know what you mean,’ she said ignoring the brunette, ‘something simple he can do hmmm…how about wishes?’

‘Wishes?’ Tangerine scoffed, ‘do I look like a fuckin’ genie to you?’

‘Now that you mention it,’ Lemon quipped but Clementine refused to let them get steered off track as she whined, ‘oh I'm not asking you to make me a billionaire or find the love of my life am I? Just simple things.’

‘Like?’ Tangerine pressed.

‘Like I get to pick where we go for dinner,’ she said.

‘What radio station we pick,’ Lemon added, earning a nod of recognition.

‘What bar we get slaughtered at after a gig,’ she said, ‘that kind of stuff.’

‘And that’ll shut you up?’ Tangerine asked.

‘Yep,’ she grinned, ‘but you have to fulfil your end of the bargain without moaning.’

He deliberated on it for a moment looking between the pair of them, they looked like excitable children waiting to see if their dad was going to agree to take them for a happy meal, but he supposed that was better than they could've been looking. Clementine had saved him and he did want to thank her. And he supposed something silly like this was better than something far worse so with a sigh he said, ‘fine. You get your wish.’

‘Wishes,’ she corrected, ‘let's say ten.’

‘Two,’ Tangerine bartered.

‘Seven,’ she said, bouncing his offer back at him as she stood from the couch, holding her hand out for him to shake.

‘Three,’ he replied.

‘Five,’ she said. Tangerine hesitated and then shook her hand.

‘Five,’ he confirmed, ‘now can I go for a slash in peace?’

‘Of course!’ she beamed moving to sit next to Lemon as they broke into a rapid conversation about what her first wish should be. Tangerine rolled his eyes and headed to the bathroom though he couldn’t help but smile at the happiness in her voice.

Tangerine was brought back to reality as he felt a thump on his chest and looked up to find Lemon staring at him gesturing for him to join Clementine who was now standing on the small stage. The middle-aged DJ watched as he crossed the room, handing him a microphone with a curt nod before he returned to his station and announced to the room, ‘please give a warm welcome to er Tangerine and Clementine!’

There was a smattering of applause from the twenty or so people in the bar as he took to the stage. He tried not to focus on them which was fortunately easy to do because as he acclimatised himself he found the lights glaring on the stage almost blinding. He could barely see into the club, in fact the only thing he could focus on was Clementine. In her signing up she’d now procured a brown cowboy hat and microphone like his. In her blue sundress and boots she almost looked the part which made him feel stiffer in his slackened suit. She didn’t seem to care what he looked like though, pulling him closer towards her by the arm as the music started to play so that he could see the small screen set up in front of them which displayed the words.

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU LOVE ME BY

MALE BLUE/FEMALE PINK was all that was displayed across the small screen as the intro played. To his disbelief Tangerine could feel his heart start to beat faster in his chest. How was it he could stare down the barrel of a gun and not flinch and yet karaoke had his palms sweating? He wanted to duck out even leaning in and asking, ‘am I supposed to know this?’ in the hopes that she’d be merciful due to his ignorance.

Unfortunately though she didn’t, simply offering him a reassuring smile and a pat on the bicep as she said, ‘you will besides that’s what the words are for.’

‘Don’t need to know a tune then?’ he asked sarcastically.

‘It's only one verse and it’s mostly talking I promise,’ she said reassuringly as her words started to load.

Fortunately the first verse was all cast in pink and he watched as she started to sing or rather, speak with a tune. She was right, he had heard the song before, it was always playing from her phone whilst she scrolled mindlessly through TikTok in the back seat. Whilst Lemon unwound by playing video games and he by going for a run she found endless banal internet videos a source of relaxation. Of course he didn’t begrudge her way of coping, it was just that it often started the moment they were back in the car which meant he was forced to hear it and it had led to no end of squabbles between the pair.

So I walked right up, And I pulled him to the side, I handed him a beer and looked him right in the eye, And I said, ‘Baby, I think you're gonna wanna hear this.’ Then I told him. 

She was watching him now no doubt hoping he'd clicked on to why she'd picked the song by

the way she was grinning. Tangerine rolled his eyes. 

‘Excuse me, you look like you love me,’ she sang, ‘you look like you want me to want you to come on home.’

The song was cheesy, country and not his style at all but he couldn’t help but smile at the way she was beaming. And he supposed she was right; his part was minimal and didn’t involve much singing so he had to give her credit even if he was shaky and uncertain as he rhymed off the next verse.

By the time they were coming to the close he even ventured to sing some of the chorus with her, earning a hoot from Lemon somewhere he couldn’t see. Granted he let her experiment with the final run which procured her an enthusiastic round of applause which she lapped up, pulling her sundress from her hips so that she could curtsey. Tangerine merely nodded in recognition and got himself off stage as quickly as he could but as he got to his table he felt her swinging off his neck. 

‘Well done Tange!’ she cheered, moving herself to his side but keeping her arm around him as she looked up at him with a grin.

‘Well done yourself,’ he chuckled, slipping his arm around her waist to steady her, the alcohol and the high making her sway, ‘right set of pipes on ya who knew.’

‘Well that’s why we have to try new things isn’t it,’ she grinned, ‘right Lemon?’

‘Oh for sure!’ he beamed, ‘though you know I'm not going to let you have all the glory right?’

‘You and me are already signed up,’ Clementine vowed.

‘You think you can top it bruv?’ Tangerine asked.

‘With my eyes closed,’ Lemon snorted, ‘what did you pick Clem?’

‘Islands in the Stream of course,’ she said as if he was ludicrous to think anything else, ‘we should be up next.’

‘Excellent, in that case let me nip to the toilet,’ Lemon said downing his drink before he headed towards the bathrooms. Tangerine moved to let him past, knocking into Clementine who grabbed onto his shirt to steady herself. 

‘You really did good,’ she smiled, deep blue eyes looking into his own. Tangerine felt his heart thump again.

‘You too,’ he agreed.

‘Oh yeah fancy round two?’ she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

‘Don’t push it,’ he said, rolling his eyes as he knocked her cowboy hat off her head in jest.

Tangerine never did get back on the stage that night. One because he was sure his heart wouldn’t take the anxiety of it but mainly because the drunker they got the more Lemon and Clementine took to the stage until eventually they were asked, or told, to leave the premises stating they were hogging the mics and needed to let others have a go. It was just as well as by the time they got back to the hotel the pair of them were barely standing, allowing Tangerine, who was just as drunk but somehow able to hold his own, to shepherd them up to their rooms.

He’d barely steered Lemon into their shared room before he was flopping down on the bed fully dressed, already snoring as Tangerine removed his shoes. By the time he’d finished he realised he’d lost track of his other ward and found her flopped on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

‘Alright you let's get you to your room,’ he said as he peeled off his suit jacket and threw it on the back of the desk chair. Clementine looked up as she heard him speak before she yawned and said, ‘actually I'm alright here.’

‘Oh no’,’ he said, moving to pull her up by one arm, ‘not a chance, come on.’

‘Do I have to?’ she whined though she allowed herself to be manhandled off the bed, his hands finding her shoulders a moment later as he steered her through the hotel room and out the door until she was standing at the door of the room opposite.

Once outside she moved her bag from where it was draped across her body and stuck her hand in, no doubt fishing around for the hotel key. Tangerine tapped his foot as he waited. He supposed he could have just left her to let herself in but given the way she was swaying on the spot he didn’t want to risk coming out in the morning and finding her curled up against the dark wood of his hotel door.

‘You know you were really good on karaoke tonight,’ she said as she rooted through the small black bag. Tangerine was going to reply something snippy but as she locked her hand around the key she looked up at him and her face was earnest, a smile on her face as she offered the compliment.

‘I didn’t do much,’ he said suddenly feeling bashful, ‘it was mostly you.’

‘Yeah but you didn’t have to do it,’ she said as she turned to slot her key in the door.

‘Thought your wishes were mandatory,’ he ribbed.

‘Oh they are,’ she giggled, though once again when she looked at him there was something behind her expression he couldn’t place, a sincerity he never normally attributed to their relationship. It grew deeper as she dropped her voice, as if offering him a secret as she said, ‘but you were a good sport. I mean you didn’t have to agree…you didn’t have to let me join the pair of you but you did and…well I've been enjoying it.’

‘Me too,’ he admitted, watching as her smile grew, ‘if you tell Lemon I’ll deny it.’

‘Noted,’ she giggled.

Tangerine shifted. He didn’t know what it was, her words or the way she was looking at him but he wanted to offer his own sentiments, one without joking. After all even if he had been bending over backwards to fulfil her wishes he hadn’t thanked her yet not properly and so he said, ‘but I am happy you’re with us…in fact I’m grateful you were I would’ve been fucked if we were on that train alone.’ 

As he said that her face flickered with worry and she dropped her gaze so that he couldn’t see her face as she said, ‘can I tell you something?’

‘Course,’ he said quietly.

‘I was scared you were gonna die,’ she admitted. Her eyes were glassy when she finally looked up at her, gnawing on her lip before she said, ‘so when I saved you I wasn’t really thinking…I just knew I didn’t want to lose you and…’

Her breath hitched as she got to the middle of her sentence, taking whatever worries she’d been mulling over from being spoken into existence as she neared the verge of tears. Tangerine was sure it was just the booze talking but he felt the instinct to comfort her anyway, pulling her in for a hug as he said, ‘ey, I'm alright. I’m here aren’t I?’

Tangerine stroked her hair soothingly waiting for the tears to subside which they did after a moment or so though they left her eyes reddened as she pulled back and wiped at her nose, mumbling, ‘m’sorry.’

‘You okay?’ he asked, placing his hand on her cheek.

‘I’m fine,’ she nodded, ‘I just…I don’t know what I'd do without you.’

‘And Lemon?’ he asked, the way she’d singled him out making him feel as if he was under that spotlight again.

‘Tange,’ she said quietly as if he was missing the point.

Tangerine stared at her, those riveting blue eyes, and all of sudden he could feel his heart beating like it had been on stage. Only this had nothing to do with stage fright. This was due to the fact the words she spoke were truer than anything he'd ever heard. Because the truth was he didn’t know what he'd do without her either. She had become part of his family, part of him without him even realising.  Of course he loved Lemon and he had assumed that the love he had for her was the same but now, staring into her soul he felt like he’d been missing the point.

As if she’d truly had to walk right up to him and spelled out how he felt for her for him to get it.

‘Clem, I, I don’t know how to do this,’ he said hesitantly. After all, what if he had misread his feelings? What if he didn’t feel the way he thought he did and they did something they regretted. She was a good asset and he wouldn't want to lose her.

‘I do,’ she said, moving to wrap her arms around his neck as she pulled him down to kiss her.

His hands moved to her waist, holding her as she pulled him towards her and kissed him with a ferocity he didn’t know he’d been missing. It was like an explosion going off not only as sparks cascaded through his mind but because of how everything seemed to slot into place, their teasing, tension, care and passion blending into one perfect moment.

He was breathless and dazed when he pulled back, all of it taking him by surprise, and yet he still managed to smile as he found her grinning at him. He watched as she moved from his grasp, pushing her bedroom door open before she turned around and said, ‘okay, I’ve decided.’ ‘Decided?’ he asked, still struggling to make his brain work

‘What my last wish is,’ she said, offering a hand out for him to take, ‘wanna find out?’

‘Oh definitely,’ Tangerine said, moving into the room at rapid speed and kicking the door firmly shut behind him.

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