#dad!tangerine

[pretty-little-mind33]

Okay but just imagine Tangerine shaving his mustache off and his daughter, who’s almost a year old, cries because she doesn’t doesn’t recognise him (Tangerine would be a mess)

omg imagine he goes in for peek-a-boo and she's all happy and mumbling Dada and then he removes his hands and her little eyes go wide like saucers and she begins to cry really hard 😢

and Tan begins to panic and he tries to calm her but she doesn't let him touch her so you scoop her up and you're laughing because it's funny as you try and calm your daughter down.

Tan would freak out.

"It's not funny! Why is she crying?! Sweetie, I'm sorry," he'll apologize to his daughter but she's still crying in your arms as she mumbles for 'Dada'

and you'll touch his cheek and give him a hard look and say, half-jokingly; "I liked the mustache better too."

and now poor Tan is distraught and pouts as he wonders what products to use to grow out his mustache again and quickly.

[imagoofygoober]

@brokeaesthetic request 1: Tangerine and reader are new parents and the stress is making them both slowly lose it.They end up arguing but stop when the baby wakes up and both apologize.

Hi! I absolutely love both of the requests you sent me.Ill be working on the other one soon after I'm finished with this one.

p.s.: I've only seen bullet train about three times so- as I said in my last fic,sorry if its bad.

dad! Tangerine x mom! wife!reader

Prompt: hurt/comfort,slight angst?,a bit fluffy at the end

Warnings:arguing,mentions of childbirth and insecurities,implied sexual relationship,a hint of smut at the end if you squint,cursing (duh,its Tangerine).

Summary: Having a baby was the best thing that could happen to you and Tangerine.Well,not at first.

You loved being a mom and Tangerine loved being a dad.

You loved being his and he loved being yours.

But it was hard.Only seven months into your daughters,Cherry,life and the both of you haven't had a proper nights sleep in weeks and you haven't had sex since before she was born.

Not that you even wanted to anyway.After having Cherry,it had left you feeling gross,sore and insecure.You felt loose,heavy,fat and Tangerine barely even changed.The only difference was that his abs were less defined and he was more agitated.You thought he wouldn't want you anymore because of your weight gain and inability to lose it.

You loved being a mom,it was an amazing experience that not everyone could have.So why wasn't she happy like all the moms in the movies? Why was she always mad and this close to snapping?

Little did you know,Tangerine felt the same way.He felt as if he had let himself go.That you didn't want him anymore because you refused to change in front of him,always hiding your body from him.Buying clothes that are four times bigger than you usually wear and never wearing anything he's bought besides your wedding ring.That made him upset and that only served to make him more irritated.

_

After a particularly long day of Cherry's non-stop screaming and crying no matter what either of you did,you finally managed to get her to go to sleep.You gently lay her down in her crib before leaving the nursery,gently closing the door behind you.

When you make it to the bedroom,Tangerine was already there,sitting on the edge of the bed.He glances up as he hears the door open,letting out an exasperated sigh before looking at the wall again,his jaw set.

You hear the sigh and your brow furrows. "We need to talk." you say,a certain bite in your tone as you place your hands on your hips.

"Not this again." he mutters,rolling her eyes as he lets his head fall into his hands,his fingers running through his hair.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you ask,a small pit of anger forming in your gut as you watch him roll his eyes.

He rubs his forehead frustratedly before looking up at you. "It means that I don't want t'fuckin talk about it."

"Oh,yeah! I forgot! You never want to talk about anything." you say sarcastically as you cross your arms over your chest.

His eyes narrow at you as he scoffs,his fingers gripping the sheets. "What's that supposed t'mean?"

"It means that you never want to talk about whats wrong." you say.

He doesn't say anything for a moment,just staring at you with a tense jaw and narrowed eyes,not wanting to admit that you were right.He didn't like it when you wanted him to tell you what was wrong.In fact,he hated it.It wasn't something he was used to even after years of being together.

You let out a soft exasperated huff,about to say something else before cutting yourself off when you hear Cherry's cries from the nursery,both of their expressions slowly softening as their anger diminishes.

"I'm sorry." you both say at the same time.The both of you smile slightly before hearing the infants cries grow louder.

"I'll get her.." Tangerine says uncharacteristicly soft as he stands from the bed.

But before he leaves,he pulls you into a tight hug,burying his nose in your hair as he whispers softly. "I love you.."

"I love you too.." you reply just as softly before he pulls away and leaves the room to go take care of Cherry.

_

When he gets back,lets just say you won't be able to walk very good the next day. ;)

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

Omg imagine Tangerine and Lemon take out The Prince before anything happens to either of them (Tangerine lives every time in my mind!!), but then they hear small cries and find a 3 year old girl cowering in fear, this little girl happened to be The Prince’s and The Son’s younger sister, aka, the White Death’s youngest daughter. And they (honestly having no clue how to handle this situation) just pick her up and continue trying to get off the mess that is the train (Tangerine definitely swiping a stuffed animal to give her to try to calm her down). Anyways, The White Death shows up and wants absolutely nothing to do with his youngest daughter (like he wanted nothing to do with his other children). And they save her from that craziness and take her in as their own🤧 Tangerine becomes her Dad and Lemon’s her Uncle and she’s more loved and cared for than she ever has been! 🥹 This would be the cutest fic🥲

@pretty-little-mind33 @gh0stsp1d3r @sunflowersteves @padfootdaredmetoo @j23r23

[bxbiik]

not so gentle reminder that trump was the one that wanted tiktok banned in the first place. him letting tiktok run is not some generous act of kindness, it's a political stunt to get us to trust him. don't fall for it. stay mad. let this radicalize you.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

THE OTHER WOMAN.

pairing. single dad tangerine x fem reader — angst word count. 1954 summary. you feel like the other woman in your relationship with tangerine, questioning whether he’ll ever see you in the same light as his past love. his daughters big feeling about the topic make the situation all the more challenging

⎯ ☆ ⎯

Unwanted. That’s the only feeling you could really identify around Tangerine’s daughter, Mandy. Her harsh, hateful eyes like that of a warning, a silent message to you and you only that you weren’t welcome. The expressions she wears are a spitting image of her father’s, stares and glares always seeming to scope you out of every room — making sure you know your place. Everything about Tangerine miniaturised into a ten-year-old girl.

The near eleven months of being in her and Tangerine’s life never seemed to get any easier. And with as much time as you’ve spent with her, you’d have thought she’d take to you by now. But still, she hasn’t.

You wanted to prove yourself to her without being fearful of the response, show her your fun and whimsy. Show the parts you hide around her. So today, you offered to pick her up from school — to save Tangerine another job between his forever extensive list of errands. 

And so you stood near the school gate, a mini bag of her favourite animal chocolate biscuits in your hand to surprise her — the fingers of your other hand fidgeting anxiously, waiting for the flood kids to exit their six-hour-imprisonment. And then you spot her, her smile bright and bold as he skips with her friends, their book bags swinging with their jumps. All personality dissipating the moment she locks eyes with you through the metal fencing.

She parts from her friends, her features straightening as she walks towards you. 

“Where’s my dad?” she asks, looking around.

“He got caught up with the food shop so I offered to get you,” you smile down to her, trying to ease her. “Hope that’s okay.”

She sighs, the sound disappointed. 

“I brought these for you,” you extend your hand, offering her the small purple packet. 

But she declines, her face like that of disgust as she stares at it. “I want my dad.”

“Of course,” you nod and shove the packet into your bag. “Let’s get you home, yeah?” you offer a weak smile, nodding her along to the car park.

The drive home is quiet, your questions going unanswered and ignored as she stares out the window – trying to pretend you weren’t there. Your attempts of offering friendship turned away like all your others over the last several months. You wanted to feel accepted, feel welcome. But the looks she’d give you were often similar to disappointment. Disappointment that you’re ‘the replacement.’

You pull onto the pebble drive of Tangerine’s house and park beside his car. As soon as it stills, Mandy is getting out, slamming the door behind her and running off towards the house. You give yourself a brief moment to collect yourself, trying to calm your breathing as not to cry. And so you follow after her, getting closer to shouting and screaming inside the house. 

The last you caught of the spat being from the very angry, very sad little girl. “I hate you. I hate her.” The sound of heavy footsteps following as they storm up the stairs. 

You poke your head into the front door, spotting Tangerine at the bottom of the stairs raking through his hair — trying to calm himself as he looks at a family photo frame on the wall. One with his wife and infant baby daughter. He swears under his breath and kicks at the pair of shoes in front of him, knocking them against the wall. 

“Hi,” you say quietly, watching him as you close the door behind you.

He turns to face you, startled. “God,” he utters, holding his heart.

“You okay?” you ask.

He inhales deeply and nods, the act like he’s trying to calm himself.

“I’m sorry,” you apologise, features sympathetic as you gesture upstairs. 

“Ain’t your fault,” he shakes his head, trying to reassure you. “It’s just a lot for her, that’s all.”

“I don’t think she’ll ever like me,” you laugh weakly, the sound like that of discomfort rather than humour. “I’ve been around nearly a year,” you prompt, avoiding his eyes. 

He paces towards you and lays a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you through the very obvious hurt you’re both feeling. “To her, it just happened, you know?” he says, words soft as he presses a kiss to your temple. “I lost my mum young, too. It’s gonna take her a while to come around… and when she’s ready, we’ll be there,” he pauses to look at you. “Both of us.”

You lean into him, nuzzling your head against his briefly. “I know,” you exhale unsteadily, trying to ease yourself. “It’s just hard,” you murmur, eyes focused on a wedding photo portrait on the side table. “I feel like I’m inserting myself.”

“You’re not,” he reassures, hand reaching for yours. “You’re not. I promise you’re not.”

You feel the cold brush of metal from his left hand and you glance down to your hand enveloped in his — looking at the wedding band he still wears even two years later. The ring an act of promise from his old love.

You shake your hand from his hold, retracting it from him. It all begins to feel like too much and you want to back up, but you’re already against the door as it is. 

“I think I should go home.”

“No,” Tangerine says softly, head shaking sternly as if to enforce his words.

“She doesn’t want me here,” your eyebrows sadly furrow, curving in the middle. “And I—”

“I do,” he interrupts, a downcast expression mirroring yours. “I want you here. I do,” he reaches for your hand again, and this time you don’t pull away. “She’s struggling, yeah, but so am I.”

“I know,” you whisper, pulsing him with a squeeze. “I know you are,” you release his hand and wrap your arms around him, pulling him for a hug. The embrace warm and safe, the act a physical testament of your support.

He rests his forehead in the crook of your neck, burying his face into your comfort. You hear a soft sniffle and you hold a hand over the back of his head, trying to protect him from his grief. You simultaneously run a line down his back, soothing and smoothing him — keeping him aware of your presence. 

The tender moment is cut short when the pair of you hear a loud clatter from upstairs, the sound coming from Mandy’s room. He parts from you and rushes up the steps and you follow closely behind. 

“Mand!” Tangerine shouts out, barging into his daughter's room. She’s on the floor, a bunch of books and toys scattered around her. “Fuckin’ hell,” he pants, making his way closer to his little girl. “What have I told you about climbing?” he shakes his head, clearly pissed by her rebelion. “Could’ve really hurt yourself. What are you playing at?”

“I was trying to get something,” she looks at the bookshelf ahead, gesturing to a box.

You follow her eyeline from your spot in the doorframe, noticing a tiny pink floral box. You step into her room cautiously and reach for the trinket, holding it carefully as you get closer to Mandy and Tangerine — kneeling beside them. 

“It’s so pretty,” you say quietly, marvelling at its detail.

“It’s mums,” she responds and takes the box from your hold, her far smaller hands brushing over yours. “It’s her favourite.”

You turn to look at Tangerine as he watches his daughter, his eyes glued to the box Mandy’s holding.

“It plays music,” she states, her face lighting up.

“It does?” you ask, features mirroring hers. “What does it sound like?”

Excitement. A newfound feeling you felt around Tangerine’s daughter.

“Am I allowed to play it, daddy?” Mandy asks, looking up at him.

“Of course, poppet,” he nods, smoothing over her curls that match his. “You can play it.”

She opens the little wooden box and twists the handle at the side, letting the gentle classical tune play. With Mandy’s attention captivated, you reach a hand to Tangerine behind her back, comforting him — the sound sure to flood his brain with past memories. He looks over to you, eyes soft and slightly red as he acknowledges you, trying to show his appreciation.

The music lowers to a quiet lull until it stops completely.

“I can see why it’s her favourite,” you say, looking down at her — watching her smile grow wider. “It’s beautiful.”

“She gave it to me, didn’t she, dad?”

He chuckles weakly as he leans forward to kiss her forehead, skimming her hair line. “She did, darlin’.”

“Daddy said it was hers when she was little like me,” she speaks to you, maintaining eye contact like she's never done before. 

“That’s right,” Tangerine smiles at his daughter. “She told you to keep it safe, didn’t she?” he rhetorically asks, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Yeah,” she smiles, the expression spreading across her sweet, little face.

“Want me to pop it somewhere safe?” he asks, gesturing to the small keepsake.

Mandy nods and passes Tangerine the trinket, her hold gentle as she transfers it into her dad’s far larger hold. He lets go of your hand as he stands, getting up from his crouched position with a groan. Tangerine walks towards the bookshelf and turns around, like an idea suddenly arose in his mind. 

“Say,” he starts, meeting both of your gazes. “What would you say about having company for dinner, Mands?”

“It depends what we have,” she jokes, voice mischievous like that of a younger Tangerine — she really is her father’s daughter.

“How about,” you draw out as you twist to face her, tapping your chin like you were pretending to think. 

“Waffles,” she interrupts.

“Waffles?” you repeat, tone dramatised. “I was thinking more worms and ear wax.”

She laughs as she repeats your suggestion, shaking her head as she does so.

“Wanna know what I had in mind?” Tangerine chimes in, joining the pair of you on the floor. He waits a beat before continuing. “Toenail soup.”

Mandy turns to look at you and laughs. The noise genuine and sincere as she finds amusement in your company.

“Are you staying?” she questions, looking between you and her dad.

“Not if we’re having toenail soup,” you joke and shake your head. “Only if you want me here.”

She keeps her eyes on her father, nodding subtly at him as if she’s suddenly grown shy.

“She does,” Tangerine speaks for his girl, his arms opening up for her as she bashfully knocks her head into his chest. “I think she also wants to say something else, ain’t that right, Mands?” he prompts, patting her on the back. “Something beginning with ‘s’?”

She mumbles and groans faintly. “Sorry I was mean,” she mutters, hiding. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you say softly, laying a gentle hand on her back below Tan’s. “Change isn’t easy— I struggle with it too. And what you’re going through is such a big thing— such a big change. But me and your dad are both here, okay? And I… and I love you both and I want to be there for each of you.”

Tangerine reaches for your hand with his spare, left one, giving it a squeeze as if to show his gratitude — his appreciation for your patience and support. You return the act with one of your own, pulsing his hand and interlocking with his fingers. You look down to your hand, noticing the absence of a gold band on his ring finger. 

He’s always been good at stashing things in his pockets.

There will still be space in his heart for his lost love, but now, he’s just making more room for you.

⎯ ☆ ⎯

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

SOOOO CUTE

Much like I did dad!carmy, I’m having thoughts… baby fever is wild aint it

𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

Dad! Tangerine who is shocked when you tell him your pregnant, he doesn’t quite know how to react or what to do.

Dad! Tangerine who despite being scared out of his mind, stays with you the whole time, and tries his best anyways.

Dad! Tangerine who’s not always home because of his work, but he tries every single day to get done early for you.

Dad!tangerine who is defensive the second the babies born, holding her with the biggest heart eyes ever.

(He’s such a girl dad idc)

He’s making sure your okay more than anything though, not letting you do anything when you both get home.

“Tan, I’m fine I swear-“ you mumbled and was about to get up when he stopped you quickly.

“Lay back down, love. I got her.” He mumbled, tired but gets up nonetheless.

Dad! Tangerine who stands up, cradling your guys daughter, shushing at her. His eyes begging for sleep, but he knew you were more tired than him, and he felt bad for not being around too much.

Dad!Tangerine who sighs in relief when he finally puts her down again, kissing her forehead and making his way back into the bedroom.

The corners of his mouth twitching up when he sees you sleeping peacefully again.

Dad!tangerine who will do anything for his daughter, trying even harder now to conceal his identity when working

Dad!tangerine who gets lemon to babysit when you’re extra tired, and you need a break.

Dad!Tangerine who takes you out on a date when that does happen, you both talking and getting away from the world

And when your daughter is older, he teaches her to protect herself, how to use a gun, and how to fight in general.

Dad!Tangerine who smiles when she first called him “daddy” you smiling along, clapping at her.

Dad!Tangerine who is overprotective of both you and his daughter, making sure that no one comes near you

he’d be the best dad. •_•

[little-tangerines]

he felt so proud of himself he had to brag to someone

[next]

[prev]

[intothedysphoria]

No thoughts, only Steve crying in the bathroom after his attempt to dye his hair blonde to impress Billy turned it bright orange.

Billy is weirdly charmed by it. Which is a plus.

[j23r23]

When the sun comes up.

Tangerin x Reader - fluff

The morning sun gently seeps through the moving curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over our tangled legs as we sleep in the softness of our bed. The white linens, draped over our naked bodies, keeping us warm from the cool breeze which is flowing through the quiet room. The air is filled with the sweet scent of an approaching summer drifting in from the open window.

Tangerine holds me close, his hand resting protectively on my small growing bump, his touch both tender and reassuring. His curly hair is messy, a few strands falling over his forehead, and his face is nestled snug in the nape of my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

The tranquil singing of a nightingale echoes through our bedroom, creating a serene soundtrack to our morning. My hair is spread out like a crown over the pillow, mingling with the soft fabric. Our breaths are slow and synchronized, rising and falling in a gentle rhythm that speaks of love and contentment. The sun’s rays are slowly creeping through the window crawling their way over the bed and casting a delicate light that dances over our bodies, infusing the space with a cozy warmth.

As the sunlight moves over his sleeping state, Tangerine stirs, his eyelids slightly opening. He blinks drowsily, the corners of his mouth lifting into a tired smile as he becomes aware of our intimate embrace. He tightens his hold on me, pulling me closer. His lips find the sensitive spot on my neck, and he plants a tender, lingering kiss there, his smile widening as he feels the softness of my skin against his own. For a moment, he simply basks in the warmth of the morning and the closeness of our bodies, his mind at ease knowing he’s home.

I hum softly, a sound of pure bliss, and intertwine my fingers with his, pressing his hand gently against my round bump, savoring his touch. His protective hold fills me with a profound sense of security and love. Tangerine’s eyes flutter closed again, and he lets out a contented sigh, his breathing returning to its slow, steady rhythm as he drifts back to sleep.

Outside, the world is taking its time waking up, the sounds of everyday life slowly beginning to stir. But within the sanctuary of our bed, time seems to stand still. We remain in our cocoon, allowing the day to unfold without us. Wrapped in the warmth of each other’s arms we dream of the new life growing within me. The time will come to wake up, but for now, we continue to sleep, embraced by the morning light.

my attempt to give back to these wonderful writers: @pretty-little-mind33 @little-miss-dilf-lover @nocturnest

[jynxpsiche]

Sweet dreams was really sooooo cute, loved seeing dad tangerine 💕💕

I KNOW RIGHT?! HEAR ME OUT!! RANDOM HC!

Dad!Tangerine has this need to always touch the baby, if he doesn’t even have a single finger on the baby’s skin, he would go feral. He constantly needs to hold the kid just to calm himself that the kid is fine…but also because he loooves being a father.

Dad!Tangerine would literally BARK at Ladybug just because he looked at the baby. For him, Ladybug shouldn’t even know about the baby. But since you had a good friendship with him, Tangerine was forced to look at Ladybug interacting with the kid.

I can totally imagine Dad!Tangerine wearing an expensive suit just to go out to buy baby clothes. He would totally overdress the kid too.

Dad!Tangerine would definitely try to be a better and present father than the kid’s biological one. He also wants to raise the child and be the good father he never truly had. Also he would buy expensive baby things.

Dad!Tangerine would DEFINITELY spoil the kid.

[pretty-little-mind33]

just saw this ask from someone and ??? a dad!tan fic

merry christmas to us

oh, my darling, it's already written 🤭♥️

[professionallydeadinside]

It's so important to me that Tangerine is still very concerned about his image as an assassin as if he's not wrapped around his daughter and husband's fingers wasdfghhgf

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

If anyone wants to write this, you can!!

Omgg imagine Dad!Tangerine and Uncle!Lemon x 2 year old girl where her parents had worked for The Son as his personal chef and maid, and they basically lived in his penthouse apartment with their 2 year old daughter. When the Son was abducted, the bad guys unfortunately k*lled her parents to avoid witnesses, and when they saw the little girl, they panicked because they had no idea there’d be a child, and they took her with them as well. So when The Twins go to that warehouse to “save” The son (after they were paid to by the White Death), and after taking everyone out, they hear soft crying and then go searching, and they look down and there’s a little girl looking up at them with tears in her eyes, Tangerine quickly picking her up and covering her eyes (so she doesn’t see the horror scene that they had left the warehouse. They are really soft with her, trying not to scare her any more than she already is, but they can’t get out of her who her parents are (they’re lowkey scared they might have offed them or something in the warehouse). She seems to be clinging to Tangerine, finally feeling safe in the hands of these two men, which shocks the twins, anyways, when they get on the train they ask the Son who this little girl is and when he explains what happened to her parents, the twins are honestly horrified and so sad for the little girl and they take her in and protect her the whole time on the train, the little girl clinging to Tangerine and being so attached to him already that Lemon jokes that she has “imprinted” on him like a baby chick would to their Mom lol

[widthofmytongue]

PROGRESSIVE ROCK PRIDE FLAG

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hey girlll I love ur writing. Can u do like a tangerine taking care of a pregnant wife or girlfriend. I’m not sure if u already did one I couldn’t find it but thankyouuu 💖💖💖💖💖

hii honey!! thank you! ive done hcs but realised ive never actually written a fic about it??? (I think) thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

BABY BRAIN.

tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 443

"Can I get you anything while I'm out here, love?" your husband calls out to you from the kitchen - his head poking out to see you in the other room.

You're in the living room, slumped in the armchair, too big to move —or so it feels— your thirty-week-old baby in your belly making you feel like a whale.

"Just a tea, please, honey," you reply, looking up at him from across the way. "Oh— and you know how you do those really cute little heart sandwiches? Can you make me one of those, please?"

He smiles, nodding. "Anything else?" 

You take a moment, trying to figure out what your body wants. "Can I get some pickles, too, please? Just in a little bowl— only a few."

Tangerine lingers in the doorway, anticipating you have more to say. 

"... and an ice lolly. I'm feeling dizzy again," you pause, trying to figure out if you've already eaten them - your baby brain making things difficult to retrace. "There should be a new box at the bottom of the freezer," you say, speaking hopefully. 

With Tangerine knowing your nausea has returned, he leaves his spot in the kitchen doorframe, walking over to the freezer to fetch your frozen treats. But then you hear a quiet 'fuck', the sound almost disappointed.

He walks back into your viewline, softly shaking his head. "They're all gone, darlin'."

It was silly how much those words upset you. It was the only thing you really needed - the sandwiches and pickles coming from a place of want. 

Your lips turn down into a frown, the bottom one almost wobbling. "Did you check all the drawers?" 

He hums, making his way closer to you. "I did," he nods, taking a seat at the edge of the coffee table - sitting in front of you. 

"Even the top one? Sometimes I hide things in there," you say quietly, trying not to get emotional over an ice lolly. 

"I did, darlin'. I checked them all."

You pause, your expression begging not to cry. "Can we get some more?"

Your husband fights off a smile, trying not to upset you any further by him finding it all so endearing. "Course," he nods, standing up. 

He presses a kiss into your forehead before moving out into the hallway - collecting a pair of shoes for you —ones that only required to be slipped on—

He assists as you put your shoes on, him crouched down, doing the work for you. And when you go to stand, he slips his hand into yours - helping you up. 

"Can we go to the drive-thru, too?" 

AAHHHHHHHHHHHH NOT OKAY🥹

[tiressian]

concept that is giving me some comfort post 236:

post 236, found family, yuji/megumi (whomever of them is alive by the end, assuming they don't cancel each other out) learning that shoko had a kid, she never says who the father is, but the resemblance is uncanny, they play the role of mentor for once and it is A Time