#dad!tangerine

[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. ;)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

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. •_•

[star-writes-sometimes]

blue christmas

dad!tangerine x mum!reader

words: 1.8k

cw: angst to fluff, tangerine is a huge softie

a/n: readers nickname is cherry and they call their daughter peach idk if its a nickname or her real name you decide 

---—---

you were going to kill him.

tangerine had said that he would be gone for two days and that he would be completely safe. one last job before the holidays. 

the job ended up being more difficult than anticipated so now here he was on his way back two days later than he originally said, covered with cuts and bruises. lemon was in the passenger seat of the car with his left hand bandaged up.

“she’s going to kill you.”

“believe me i am well aware.” tangerine gripped the steering wheel tighter making his knuckles turn white. 

it was close to midnight when they finally pulled up at the house. some lights were still on inside, so he knew you were still awake. lemon reached back with his good arm to grab his bag. 

tangerine got out first and walked up to the door with lemon following slightly behind him. he unlocked the door and carefully entered taking off his coat, hanging it on the rack and slipping off his shoes. lemon copied his actions to the best of his ability with one arm and dropped his bag on the floor.

the pair entered the living room and the sight that greets them makes tangerine’s guilt double. you were sitting on the couch with your daughter asleep on your lap, her face illuminated by the television playing the end of nightmare before christmas. she was bundled inside a throw blanket decorated with citrus fruits that lemon got her for her birthday.

when he entered the room you simply glanced in his direction not even bothering to look at him properly before you turned your attention back to the movie ignoring him completely. 

“hi, love.” he tried, looking between his sleeping daughter holding onto your christmas sweater and you running your fingers through her hair. lemon stood beside him shifting around anxiously.

you continued to ignore them instead focusing on the girl snoring lightly on your lap. lemon and tangerine glanced at each. lemon made a motion for tangerine to walk over so he carefully walked towards you until he got in front of you.

he glanced back at lemon who just shrugged. tangerine knelt down and smiled at his daughter before trying to meet your eye. you refused to look at him keeping your gaze firmly on your daughter.

“i’m sorry.” tangerine said softly in that voice he only used with you. you stopped ranking your fingers through your daughter’s hair, “i’m so so sorry darling.”

you finally looked up at him and immediately started frowning at the cuts on his cheek and hairline. “what happened?” you asked.

he smiled, “job went to shit.” he looked down at the sleeping girl, “i missed you both.” 

“she missed you.” you stroked the curve of her nose, “but don’t wake her, she hasn’t been sleeping well.” you grabbed a pillow from the middle of the couch and slowly slid her off your lap and onto the pillow instead. you stood up and brushed past him heading straight for the kitchen where you kept the first aid equipment for when the boys came home injured.

“hey cherry.” lemon said quietly giving a small wave with his injured hand. 

you didn’t respond and instead started pulling out the equipment, “who’s got what injuries?”

“i uh fractured my thumb.” lemon said sheepishly. you motioned for him to sit on one of the kitchen barstools at your kitchen island. you inspected the shoddy bandaging job someone (probably tangerine) did and started unwrapping it to see his thumb properly.

“yeah it’s definitely fractured.” you grabbed some of the heavier duty bandages and started wrapping his thumb properly, “any other injuries i should know about?”

“no.” lemon watched you finish look after his thumb, “thank you.”

“of course.” you’d always take care of them no matter how much they pissed you off. you looked up at lemon and saw how exhausted he looked, “go get some sleep.”

he nods slightly, “yeah goodnight cherry.”

“‘night lemon.” you throw away the old used bandages. you could feel tangerine behind you watching without having to turn around, “what about you?”

“i’m sorry.” 

“yeah, you said that. sit.” you said firmly. he listened and sat in the same seat lemon did. “what about you?” you hand came up to the cut on his cheek and traced over it lightly.

“just the cuts and some bruised ribs.” he knew better than to lie as much as he didn’t want to worry you, “i’m fine sweetheart.”

you pulled out some alcohol wipes and small band aids and started cleaning the cuts on his face. “you said you’d be gone two days.”

“i know-”

“you said you’d be safe.”

“i know love-”

“what was i meant to say to peach?”

he flinched slightly and you couldn’t tell if it was your words or the alcohol wipes you were rubbing over the cut on his hairline. he glanced over to peach, still asleep on the couch. “i’m so sorry.”

you went back to ignoring him and instead started to unbutton his vest and shirt to get a look at his ribs. once his shirt was open you saw the red and purple bruises on his left side and winced slightly at the sight. you moved to the freezer to grab an ice pack. you wrapped it in a tea towel and gave it to him wordlessly to hold on to his ribs while you moved to grab him a glass of water and painkillers.

once he had taken the medication and was firmly holding the ice pack to his ribs you finally looked him in the eyes. “you promised.”

“i know i know i’m so sorry love.” he apologised so sincerely you almost forgave him, but you weren’t giving up that easily.

“i was worried. so was peach, she didn’t sleep at all last night and neither could i.” you started tearing up, the stress of the last few days had finally caught up, “you could’ve been dead for all i knew-” tangerine cut you off by standing up and pulling you into a hug.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, being careful around his ribs. he held you tightly and you two just stood together. “i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too.” you leaned back slightly and reached up to hold his face, “no more jobs for a month.”

“three months,” he whispered back and leaned down to kiss you.

the kiss started off soft but slowly turned deep and passionate. he kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in year - it felt like he hadn’t. his hands slipped down from your waist to your hips pulling you impossibly closer to him and deepening the kiss.

you pulled away much too soon in tangerines opinion. 

“are you okay? no other injuries?” worry filled your eyes as you scanned him from head to toe.

“stop doing that, i’m fine, i’m back with you.” he smiled.

you leant up to peck his lips again before moving to pack away the first aid equipment. he watched you closely seemingly making up for not seeing you for half week. as soon as everything was packed away you reached up to his neck and pulled him into another kiss.

“can we go to bed? please?” 

he didn’t respond, he just picked you up, holding you onto his good side and started walking towards your shared bedroom, ignoring your small protests. once he reached the foot of your bed, he put you down gently onto the bed and started taking off his pants before joining you.

he laid down next to you and pulled you close, he held you tightly and ran his arm up and down your side while he placed small kisses on your forehead, “i’m sorry.”

“if you apologise one more time i’ll bruise the rest of your ribs.” you looked up at him with a playful glare.

“okay love, i’ll stop.” he grinned into your hair, knowing you had forgiven him at least for now.

— 

tangerine woke up first and gazed down at your sleeping figure. he shifted so one of his arms was free to brush stray hairs out of your face. he moved his hand to stroke your cheek and smiled at your soft snores.

his focus was interrupted by small footsteps entering the room. 

“dad?” peach asked, she had the blanket she slept with wrapped around her shoulders.

“hi baby.” he sits up slightly and smiles at his daughter.

at the conformation that he was really there and she wasn’t imagining it she dropped her blanket and ran to climb up the bed and launch herself into his arms. “you’re back.”

“yeah, sweetheart i’m here.” he sat up completely and pulled her into his lap and hugged her close. she held onto him by his neck and squeezed tightly. they sat like that for a few moments before peach mumbled something into his neck that he couldn’t make out. “what’s that dear?”

“are you leaving again?” she asked quietly and just like that all the guilt he felt last night came rushing back.

“no, peach i’m not leaving. i promise.” he kissed her cheek and adjusted her in his lap, so her side was against his chest and she was facing you. “i missed you and mum so much.”

“we missed you too.” peach lent into his chest.

you had started to wake up and caught the end of their conversation and were grinning up at your family. “good morning.”

they both turned to look at you. “good morning mum.” peach chirped happily.

you sat up and tangerine threw his free arm over your shoulder and pulled you close, “good morning darling.” he gave you a quick kiss knowing how grossed out peach got at your affection, “can i apologise one more time without the risk of dv?”

you roll your eyes, “fine. last one though.”

he kissed your temple, “i am so sorry, to both of you and i will spend the rest of holidays making it up to you.” he kissed peach on the cheek, “what do you want to do today?”

“we are making cookies today.” peach said firmly.

“really?” tangerine raised an eyebrow.

“yeah, it’s christmas eve we have to make cookies for santa.”

“can i make you both breakfast first?”

she dramatically tapped her chin in thought, “hmmm okay but you have to make chocolate chip pancakes.”

“of course anything for my princess.” he kissed her hand, “and of course my queen.” he turned and kissed your hand too then stood up taking peach with him and started carrying her out of the room, “okay pancakes anything else?”

“fruit.” peach replied.

tangerine snorted at that, “fruit? like peaches, cherries, tangerines and lemons.”

“yeah, the best fruits!” she squealed.

they disappeared down the hallway and out of earshot, presumably still discussing breakfast, leaving you to relax in bed for a few minutes longer.

you could kill him next christmas instead.

[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

[avocado-writing]

Dad!tangerine with any Christmas prompt I beg youuu

11. matching pajamas

Tangerine has to smother his laugh when he sees the two of you. 

It’s easy enough to hide from your daughter as she jumps into his arms to welcome him home, but you see every emotion that crosses his face. He presses a kiss to her cheek as you fix him with A Look behind her back. 

“You two look… comfortable,” he says, eventually. 

“Do you like our pyjamas, dad?”

They’re fleecy and they’re festive. They’ve got a candy cane motif repeated on them over and over. There’s even glitter involved. They’re quite a spectacle, and you and your daughter are dressed to match. 

Tangerine is floored by such a direct question, but he’s also good at lying. 

“They’re very bright, eh? See you coming from a mile off.”

She grins before she snuggles into his cuddle; she is oblivious to the fact he didn’t actually answer the question. Tangerine peers at you from over her shoulder, a grin on his face. Yes, you might look ridiculous but part of being a parent is indulging your child. And sometimes that means matching PJs. 

“Oh well, I’m glad dad likes them so much. Wait until he finds out we got him a pair, too!”

Your daughter cheers, and does not see the look of horror that’s dawned on him. You’re the one grinning now. 

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: You never told Tangerine he has a daughter in the hopes of never seeing him again.

Genre: Angst (happy ending)

Warnings: swearing, single mom!reader, allusions to sex, pregnancy, kinda wanted to give Tan a real name for this story's sake but I couldn't decide on one (🙃) so let's all pretend Tangerine is an appropriate first name end not make it weird? kay? love you guys :)

~ honestly inspired by all of @little-miss-dilf-lover's dad!Tan content ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

Family is important to Tangerine. You've known this ever since you'd met him—which is why when you lay in the hospital bed, beads of sweat dampening your hairline and your mother asked you if you'd changed your mind and wanted someone to call him, prompting you to shake your head, it broke your heart almost more than it had the night he'd left. 

How could you keep her from him?

How could he leave you like he did? 

So, you raised your daughter on your own with the hopes that you'd never run into Tangerine or his brother. By Cerise's fourth birthday, there were still no signs of them and as much as you ignored how her brown curls reminded you of him and how she had his mannerisms, you couldn't deny their similarity anymore. 

"Darling, you can't have candy now, it's almost supper," you reprimand when Cerise reaches for a candy bar as you pay for your groceries and the older lady at the counter chuckles.

Cerise looks at you with an annoyed pout as she crosses her arms. You ruffle her hair, "I'm sorry, Cece," you say and kiss her forehead behind her bangs.

You're too busy with the cashier to see Cerise slip down from the cart and wander off. When you finish paying and turn to hand her a box of raspberries, your heart sinks. "Cece?" you call, turning to the old woman who doesn't know how to help you.

Your heart thumps loudly, your skin clammy and cold as you abandon your groceries and call out again, "Cerise!"

The store isn't that huge so in theory, Cerise shouldn't be far and you just pray she didn't wander off into the open road. You feel hopeless until you turn into the fruit aisle.

Your breath leaves you when you see Cerise. "Oh thank God!" you exclaim and run to her, kneeling on your knees and pulling her into your arms. You hold her to you and caress her pigtails. "You can't scare Mummy like that, okay?" you whisper into her small shoulder. 

"The man said he would buy me candy," Cerise declares, holding onto your neck. 

"What?!" you exclaim, finally looking up at the man who'd been talking to your daughter. You're prepared to find some creepy old man but instead, a familiar face is staring down at you.

He's dressed in dressy clothes, his hair slicked neatly, and he has a thick mustache—he didn't have a mustache the last time you saw him, but that had been four years ago.  

This has to be a joke. "Y/n?" Tangerine says your name so smoothly and the sound causes a shiver down your spine. You stand, taking Cerise into your arms as she holds onto you.

"Tangerine," you whisper, staring into his striking blue eyes and you realize with a heavy heart that Cerise's are truly a carbon copy of his.

Tangerine looks at the child in your arms and clears his throat, "I- she ran over here and started talking to me. She wanted candy and I said I could buy 'er a chocolate bar if she'd help me find 'er parents—are ya—?" 

"Yeah, she's mine," you say, voice strained. "I- thank you for the offer but I told her no to candy."

Tangerine looks embarrassed and he rubs his nape as he says, "Y-yeah, sorry." He looks at Cerise more closely as she turns her head to him and smiles. "How old is she?" he asks and your heart pounds. 

Tangerine is smart, and you wonder if he sees through you already. You wonder if he'll know she's his daughter. 

You feel your cheeks warm. "She just turned four." You can't lie to him. You've never been able to lie directly to his face. He's always known you too well for that. Tangerine's face falls for a moment and you can almost see the panic. He blinks and then his expression turns blank as if a switch had been turned on. 

You always hated it when he did that.

"Ah, right, well, it'was pleasant seeing ya, darlin'," he says, adjusting his cuffs, and just like that he turns away without a second glance and he disappears from your life—again.

Your heart feels like someone had just stomped on it a thousand times and you want to cry. You hold Cerise tighter as she plays with your hair. 

He didn't even ask for her name. 

* * *

"You didn't even ask for her name?" Lemon asks with disbelief, watching from the small couch in their hotel room as his brother completely loses his mind.

Tangerine doesn't look at Lemon and his voice is strained, "Why would I do that?" 

"'Cause she's probably your kid, dimwit," Lemon sounds unamused. 

"Bull," Tangerine throws the knife he'd been using to cut an apple into the small sink and turns around, angrily popping a slice into his mouth, "Absolute bull, Lem, she's not mine. I mean—Y/n was definitely with other guys after me—like I was with other girls—" his sentence dies. 

"Yeah, 'cause you're a slut, and the only reason ya shagged those other birds that soon was because you missed 'er and wouldn't admit it. Ya know she isn't like that. She's better than ya," Lemon says honestly.

"And she was madly in love with ya. Isn't that why we left? Because she loved ya and you loved her? 'Cause ya didn't want her mixed up in our life? Do'you really think she'd fuck some other bastard that soon? No. Tangerine, that kid is yours."

Tangerine pinches the bridge of his nose, "No. She would have told me."

"Would she?" Lemon raises an eyebrow, "You left 'er."

Tangerine is annoyed at Lemon because he's right. He isn't stupid, the little girl with you had looked too much like him not to be his daughter, and that realization alone makes him want to throw up. 

He cannot be a father—not when he couldn't even be a good lover. You and your baby girl deserved so much better than him. 

"Listen, it's your life, but will ya ever forgive yourself if ya don't at least find out for sure?" Lemon adds, looking at his brother with sympathy. He shrugs. "If anything, bruv, help 'er with money. Ya'know we have loads extra and t'is the least you could do for 'er."

Tangerine knows Lemon's right—at least on the money. He wants you and your baby to live comfortably. 

"Yeah," is all he answers. 

* * *

You feel tired gross and dirty as Cerise runs around your small suburban house outside of the city, refusing to put on her socks. You haven't showered in three terribly long days and your hair is a mess.

"Cece, no, come here," you say, desperately trying to keep your phone pressed to your ear to continue your conversation.

"No mum, I know that and I've been looking around but I can't afford any private pre-schools," you say, catching Cerise mid-run and scooping her into your arms, "I turned out just fine without a fancy pre-school, didn't I?"

Your mother continues to chat your ear off you hear the doorbell and you position Cerise on your hip, ignoring her cries as you try and find her little feet. "Mum, someone's at the door, I'll call you later, okay," you say, walking and opening the door.

You're thankful that your mother hung up because otherwise, she would have heard your gasp as you see who your visitor is.

"Tangerine," you say, holding Cerise closer as you put your phone in the back pocket of your jeans. 

"Hi, darlin'," Tangerine says. He's holding a basket filled with cookies, candies, and flowers. Your favorites. "Can I come in?" he asks.

You're star-struck as you nod and move aside so he can come inside. You shut the door behind him and set Cerise down, who immediately runs back to the living room where her toys are scattered around. Tangerine can't hide his smile as he watches her. "How did you find me?" you ask quietly, which causes him to turn around and hand you the basket. 

You take it as he says, "I have my ways," he cracks an all-too-familiar smile that makes your heart flutter. 

"Cryptic," you tease, your sentence dying, you look down and then try to tame your hair, "Sorry—I look like such a mess," you whisper.

Tangerine smiles kindly, "Nonsense, you look beautiful."

You strain a smile and focus on the real question, "Tangerine, why are you here?"

He walks closer and it takes everything in you not to stay put and let his warmth envelope you.

God, you missed him.

Instead, you back away and stare into his eyes. "Y/n, is she mine?" he whispers, his voice cracking. 

You frown. "No," you say, and then your voice softens, "I mean yes, she has your DNA but she's not yours. You don't even know her name. You don't know her. She's mine. I'm her mother and you're just some guy I fucked," your voice sounds breathless and you inhale as you shut your mouth. You feel dizzy as you see Tangerine's hurt look.

"I deserved that," he says calmly after a moment and runs a hand in his hair, "But, was I really just someone you fucked?" he asks, unfamiliar insecurities creeping into his voice. 

You lean against your wall, exhausted, "I- no- you weren't but you left," you say.

"I had to leave—ya don't understand—"

"Yeah, because you never let me understand," you whisper and look up at him with a look that leaves him completely heartbroken.

He sniffs and looks away and down the hall where he sees Cerise run up to you and envelop her tiny hands around your knees. She looks up at him, her eyes round and her brown curly hair framing her forehead, and she smiles. 

Tangerine knees feel weak as she grins at him and he knows that he would kill to make so no one ever wipes that smile from his daughter's face. He would rather die. He looks up at you and you're running a hand in Cerise's hair— "Maybe you should leave—"

"What's her name?" he interrupts and looks at you for permission to let him kneel and speak to her. 

You nod, unable to deny him that. 

"Hi, angel, what's your name?" he says and crouches in front of her, smiling as he looks at her. She's adorable. She looks like you. Tangerine's heart melts. 

"Cece," she says, holding you tighter and looking up at you. 

"Cerise," you say as Tangerine stands again, "It means Cherry in French, but everyone just calls her Cece because she can't pronounce her full name correctly yet."

Tangerine smiles, "It's a very pretty name," he looks you over and then clears his throat, "Would you mind if I–stay a little?" 

You look at him sternly and frown, "I was gonna take her to the playground. She has so much energy this afternoon," you whisper and Cerise takes this as a cue to sprint back into the living room and make more chaos. 

"One cuppa?" Tangerine almost pleads again, his tone hopeful. He looks genuinely sincere. "I want to know all about her—and you," he pauses and then hesitates, "I did miss you, darlin'."

Your heart clenches and you run a hand in your hair again, murmuring a curse under your breath. You missed him too.

"One cup," you say and hold out your arm to take his suit jacket, "on the condition we drink it at Cerise's play-table. I promised her I'd play with her."

Tangerine nods and sheds his suit jacket and his shoes. He looks around your house at all the pictures you have of your friends, family, and of course Cerise. His heart aches and he realizes that he's missing from all these pictures. 

"Black tea?" you call from the kitchen and Tangerine smiles. You remember that it's his favorite. 

"Yes, luv, thank you."

So, Tangerine finds himself sitting on one of Cerise's small chairs as she sits in front of him, pouring him some invisible tea in the tiny cup on the small table in front of him. His knees bang on the table and Cerise looks at him, her tiny nose scrunched in disapproval.

Tangerine's heart flutters. She looks so much like you. "Sorry, angel," he whispers and steadies the table with his hand. 

Cerise hums and continues to pour air into the cups. 

You walk back in, holding a mug of tea for Tangerine and one for you and Cerise to share. You can't help the smile that forms on your lips when you see Tangerine sitting with your daughter.

You sit on the ground next to them and hand him his cup. He shakes his head, causing you to put the mug down near his arm, and he picks up the small cup and pretends to sip the non-existent contents for Cerise. 

The little girl's smile widens when he says, "Mmm, yum," and puts the cup down. Your heart melts when you hear Cerise's happy laugh and she says, 

"There's no tea in there, silly," she tilts her head, "it's all pretend."

Tangerine looks embarrassed and you feel bad so you put your hand on his arm, silently thanking him for the kind gesture. "She's a smart kid—she just has a big imagination," you explain softly, smiling at Tangerine kindly. 

You hate how familiar this feels but oh god do you love it too.

"She's smart, just like you," Tangerine breathes out, drinking his real tea this time and he puts his hand on the one you have on his forearm. "I'm sorry," he says sincerely, his voice small and as you stare into his eyes, time stands frozen. 

You strain a small smile and answer honestly. "We'll have plenty of time for sorries," you whisper and are revived by the instant nod Tangerine does.

Yes, we will, he says with his eyes, and although he wouldn't say it aloud, he's determined not to leave you again.

"For now, let's have a tea party," you tickle Cerise's tummy with your other hand.

Cerise giggles and Tangerine knows he's done for.

[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🥹

[little-tangerines]

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

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[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Tangerine: Listen here you son of a bitch—

Y/n: My mother, was, in fact, considered an immensely kind and well-liked woman.

Tangerine: …

Tangerine: Your father?

Y/n: … Continue.

[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.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Values - Pt. 3 - Tangerine X Pregnant Reader

Reader gives birth and settles into her new life.

Warnings: Childbirth, dad vibes, so much fluff, nondescriptive sex hinted at.

Part one

Part Two

Tangerine Master Post

Bump keeping you apart, you allowed him to try and teach you how to dance. It was another rainy day and he was cooking you dinner.

“Come on now, relax a little.” You tried to loosen up when a weird feeling washed over you. 

“Tan.” You whispered hands leaving his shoulders to crandle your stomach. Wetness pooled between your legs and you went white as a sheet. The moment you were waiting for but also dreading had arrived. 

“Oh fuck.” he whispered staring at you. You nodded and he took off out the back door. “LEMON! LEMON - FUCK” 

“WOT???” 

“FUCKING TIME - IT’S TIME.” 

You braced the countertop and tried to keep your breath. You thought about all the things you’d read in preparation, things were hazy. Anxiety making your mind a storming sea. There was no fucking way you were going to remember everything. Why didn't I write it down? 

You took more deep breaths as Tangerine flew in through the back door again. He’d packed bags weeks ago keeping them by the front door just in case. At the time you took comfort in knowing it was ready to go and now you were extremely grateful.

He carried them to the SUV as Lemon pulled it up to the front steps. You figured you’d go upstairs and try to put on some makeup, something slightly more presentable than a hoodie, t-shirt - wet panties combo. From what you read, you had a bit of time. 

Moving towards the front stairs Tangerine's arms caught you carrying you to the truck. 

“Tan - no no we have time.” You tried to talk to him but the look he gave you was unmovable. He was beyond freaked out. He got you in the back seat. Buckled up he handed you a fresh pair of panties. 

He got into the front seat and Lemon took off. You as discreetly as possible changed panties, wishing he'd thought of pants.

Contractions hit and you punched the seat in front of you. 

“Just breath I’ve got you,” Lemon said before you could say anything you realized he was talking to Tangerine. One hand on the wheel and the other grabbing his shoulder. 

Driving well over the limit you arrived at the ER. Tangerine insisted on carrying you in as Lemon ran ahead for a wheelchair. You were so out of it with nerves you didn't argue. 

“How can we help?” The nurse at the front desk asked. 

“My lady’s got a baby on the way.” 

“Right, I’ll ask you some questions before checking you in.” She looked at you and smiled. Tangerine handed her a manilla envelope. 

“Medical records” 

You had no doubt he’d probably handed her a log of everything that had ever happened to you, with a wad of cash. 

“Right.” The nurse looked as if she was trying not to laugh. Your face twisted up and you took a sharp breath. 

“Fuck there she goes again, Chop-chop people! Let's go!” Lemon announced patting your back. They got you checked and quickly moved into a room. 

Lemon took off to sit in the waiting room on standby in case you needed him. Tangerine spent every moment at your side, except for the occasional cigarette hanging out the window. 

Every doctor that came in looked as if they were at gunpoint as Tan stared them down. All fears about having yourself on display or male doctors poking around down there vanished as you watched him stand next to them with his arms crossed. 

You wanted to do it the old-fashioned way, nurses and doctors would come in offering to push drugs. You never had to argue with them. You’d shake your head and he would start up. 

“My woman said no.” 

You knew they weren't offended in the slightest. He’d stand in front of you letting you grip his forearms as you walked the halls up and down. You watched as their eyes followed him, knowing full well he’d won the best and hottest partner award. 

You would ask for something and Lemon would show up with it within 10 minutes. Tan even went to the bathroom with the door open just to make sure no one bothered you.

When the time came he encouraged you as you almost broke his hand. Enduring every second of it.

Then the unbearable pain and pressure subsided and a noise rang out. A hearty, pissed-off scream rang out and you collapsed against the bed. 

Tangerine moved from your side and you watched as he got handed the center of your universe. Small, sticky, and loud. You watched as his whole world shifted. His eyes filled with an adoration you never experienced. His eyes got misty and he came back to you. 

You held the little girl in your arms. Looking at the way she settled. Tan’s arms came around the both of you. You felt him place his wet cheek to your head hiding his tears. 

They took her to get her weighed and swaddled. As soon as she was in someone else's hands he sobered up. Going to follow them. Ensuring that they did it right. 

“No.” He said firmly in the hallway and you felt the need to get up and figure out what was wrong. 

“Look at her.” Lemon’s emotional voice rang out and you settled letting the nurses and doctors help sort you out. 

“Quite the family you’ve got miss.” The nurse said giving you a smile. 

Lemon carried her in tears streaming down his cheeks. Your daughter was wrapped in a Thomas wrap, that was the sure cause of the hallway commotion. 

“She’s perfect.” He whispered handing her back to you. You all sat in silence watching her, wondering how something so magical and wholesome could come from such a messy and chaotic train ride. 

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Once you were cleared to leave the doctor came to give special instructions on how to care for the babe and yourself in the coming weeks. Tan took notes and argued different things he’d read making the woman flustered. 

“Thanks for everything Doc.” He reached into one of the bags and pulled out a little gift baggy. In his many sleepless nights setting up college funds and other random stuff, he’d managed to sort out thank-you gifts for the staff. 

“Why are you like this?” You looked at him with your head turned to the side.

“Oi’ lot’s of people do it. Very trendy at the moment” He challenged you back. You only shook your head and laughed. 

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You remembered the pain, but most of all you remembered it as the moment you realized what type of partner he was. Three months had gone by quickly and while you were sure that you loved him there were still doubts. 

Ones that he managed to squash one by one. 

If your breasts weren't directly attached to you, you felt like you’d rarely see her. He was shirtless 100% of the time holding her, singing her, talking to her…

He’d meal prepped and made all sorts of healing salves for your stitches. The first bit of recovery was actually relaxing despite the lack of sleep. Lemon was around cooking and helping. You couldn't remember a time in your life when people had taken such care of you. 

He’d started referring to you as Momma Peach and her as little Cherry. Who needed real names anyway? 

You continued your job from distance, your boss didn't mind the time difference and you got to design your office space. Things fell into a happy routine and you enjoyed living your life next to him. 

Watching him shower with her pressed against his chest. The way she’d fall asleep to the two of you singing horribly. Waking up to Thomas playing on the TV and Lemon explaining rather complex psychology to her. 

Tangerine made it very clear that his interest initially expressed on the train was still alive and well. Him kissing you breathlessly as the little one slept. Giving you no time to explain that you were most certainly out of order for a while. His skillful hands going to work on you leaving you properly worn out and satisfied at the end of every day. You enjoyed reciprocating, his praise ringing in your ears. 

“Fuck” He let out a breath holding you tightly to his chest. “Best thing that ever happened to me.” 

“She’s really something.” You whispered in agreement.

“Talking about you, love.” 

“Oh.” Your fingers went to wrap around the pendant that he’d placed around your neck. “Tan?” 

“Love?” 

“What’s so special about this necklace?” 

“That it rests overtop the most magnificent tits in history.” his rough hand came and lightly cupped your sore breast. 

“Seriously.”You pushed.

“My dad gave it to my mum before he went out to sea. Said it would protect her while he was gone.” He let out a long breath. “But he died before I was born. My mum gave it to me, and said his love would follow me everywhere so long as I kept it on.” 

Your heart twisted at the memory of him placing it around your neck. Before you agreed to anything, before you’d fallen for him. His love would stay with you everywhere. The sparrow tattoos on his forearms making a lot of sense suddenly.

“But I’m -” Your voice caught. 

“Next to me forever. So it doesn't matter,” he answered in a lighter tone, giving you a squeeze.

“Forever you say?” You questioned. 

“And ever and ever,” he answered kissing your neck. 

“Big request coming from a guy without a ring” You teased. You felt him tense and realized you probably pushed it a bit too far. He shifted away from you moving around in the dark.

“Hey, Sorry - I was-” 

“Peach?” He cut you off coming back onto the bed. He put the lamp on a dim setting and you rubbed your eyes as they adjusted. 

“Yeah?” 

“Will you marry me?”  

Your eyes flew open to see him holding a small box with a diamond band inside. You froze, eyes wide. After a tense breath, you lunged at him. 

“Yes!” You squealed before kissing him. Thankfully the little one stayed asleep, as you let him slide the ring on your finger. After a lot more kissing and banter you finally settled again his chest. 

“So now with a ring on your finger are you going to call your family?” 

“No” You answered immediately, body tensing. The thought of your small bundle of joy surrounded by sharks made your skin crawl.

“Hey, hey.” You felt his strong arms force you back against his chest. “Just curious. Don’t think I could be in the same room as your parents. Just wanted to know what you wanted that’s all.” He calmed you down. 

“Family is just us, Lemon and Cherry. No one else.” 

“Just how I like it, love” he kissed your temple. “Trust me, baby. You're both safe.” 

You nodded and eventually drifted to sleep.

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Cherry’s first word being Thomas and laughing hysterically while Lemon cheered and Tan swore. 

Her running before she walks and causing absolute chaos. Except when Tan is around, then she insists on being carried. 

You watching the love she has for her father and feeling yourself start to heal bit by bit. Especially when she’s scared, the feeling almost evaporates from her little body when he picks her up and talks to her.

The ever-growing Thomas the train collection in the house and how much joy it brings you when Tan bitches about it. They end up with a whole train track running in a circle around the living room - which continues to expand into other rooms.  

Hanging out with her in the kitchen listening to the two boys cursing loudly as they try to put together her bedroom furniture.

Him having anxiety about her sleeping in her own room, setting up fancy baby monitors in case she needs him in the night. 

Eventually having to send her to school, only for her to come home insisting Lemon take her to drop off the next day. Her trying to wingman Lemon off to her teacher. It actually working. Leaving her with Aunty Apple, a wedding and a cousin within the next few years. 

Her growing up and Tan attending and helping with every school event. Making it very very very clear that she’s his whole world and if any parent or teacher pulls anything they would be dealing with him and Lemon. 

Her being a teenager around 16 or so and suddenly parent intervention became more of a one-on-one thing with you as she asks questions about boys. Not wanting to stomp on her and force her to hide away, you agree to keep her concerns a secret. Tangerine going out of his mind trying to figure out what was going on to the point where you tell her to talk to him. Him handling it less than enthusiastically and suddenly needing to go chop a bunch of wood in the yard. 

Her believing in all of Lemon's wisdom and telling him everything she’d observed about the boy she liked trying to make sure he was an alright risk before introducing him to you and Tan. 

You finally explaining what she was worried about and that she was asking everyone else but him because she didn't want to disappoint him by bringing home someone he didn't like. She wanted his approval. Him suddenly understanding and feeling a sense of pride.

The boy coming over for dinner and you having to be the buffer between Lemon and Tan grilling him relentlessly. After dessert, there's a tense moment where Tan sighs and asks what movie he’s taking Cherry to. He then tells them that he hopes it’s better than the trailer. Cherry’s face lighting up because she realizes that means she can go out with him. 

Her first heartbreak - him offering to kill the boy and you immediately going to grab his arm with genuine concern that puzzled her. Him bringing her downstairs to binge-watch her favorite shows and eat ice cream. 

Gosh, I could go on and on. 

Keeping requests for this open if people had an idea for another part.

[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.

[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

[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

[widthofmytongue]

PROGRESSIVE ROCK PRIDE FLAG

[steakout-05]

shoutout to people with dads who are part of Gen X who introduced them to the best music of their generation when their dads were kids in the 70s-80s (it's me i'm people) (i love my dad <3)