#Lemon X Reader

[msmk11]

Rewatching Bullet Train and I’ve decided that Tangerine is too pretty to die so he actually didn’t! He’s happy and alive with Lemon!

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

Shu Sakamaki x Female Reader Smut!

Explicit NSFW: Do not read under the cut if you are a minor or sexual content makes you uncomfortable!

❗️You've been warned ❗️

Degrading kink, praise kink, oral, jerking him off, vulgar language, penetration, blowjob, flirting, self pleasure, cute

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You were impatient. Shu smirked and held his arms up as you hurriedly took his shirt off. With a lewd grin, he returned the favor. Shivering with arousal you lifted your legs as he pulled your underwear down, leaving you naked, with your legs parted. Shu got up off the bed and watched you pull down his briefs with lust-filled eyes.

Smiling up at him, you took his length in your hand and started stroking, moving up and down. "You're already grabbing my cock like that? Heh." "I'll do more than grab." You leaned forward and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. He groaned and gently fisted your hair.

"Look up at me." You did, smiling around his dick. "Your horny eyes...what a good little slut. Yes, deeper." You sucked harder, maintaining eye contact. You became more arouse and licked every inch of him. "That face you're making, tell me, do you love having my cock in your mouth?" You nodded eagerly, the action around his dick making him groan in pleasure. "Heh, I knew it from the very beginning. You love having your mouth stuffed with cock. You're such a whore."

It was awkward but you were so needy that as you sucked him off, you moved one of your hands to rub your clit. "Fuuuuck...You couldn't even wait for me." Shu said, his eyes zeroing in your fingers playing with yourself. He stroked your hair. "Fucking desperate whore. Touching yourself like that. Only a whore like you would have no shame." He chuckled, but when you sucked his tip hard he moaned and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. You bobbed your head and he gripped your hair tighter, his body tensing.

He unleashed his seed inside your mouth with a sexy moan. You swallowed and made a big show of licking the extra cum from your lips, which made him chuckle. "What a face you're making. A slut, but a pretty slut."

You squealed in delight as he pushed you down on the bed. He spread your legs wide and moved inbetween them. You could feel his dick against your inner thigh and you wrapped your legs around his hips.

He took one of your breasts in his hand and he lavished kisses and small little nibbles on your other breast. "Shu..." you whimpered. He kissed a trail down your torso, now both of his strong hands massaging your breasts, before he got to your sex. You squealed again as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders, but sighed in pleasure when he pressed kiss after kiss against your sensitive flesh. "Ngh...Haa..." "You taste so sweet." He murmured. He licked you and your hand shot out, grabbing his hair. "Shu! Keep going." You pleaded.

"Yeah? The little slut can't get enough." He dove back in, licking and sucking your clit. You writhed in pleasure, grabbing his head as you practically grinded your hips into his face. "Yes, Moan loud, just like that." He muttered before trailing his tongue up to your clit again. "Good girl. Let everyone know what a slut you are for my tongue." You moaned again, your body trembling. "Good girl. Just like that."

Your legs shook and you could feel the building of your orgasm. Shu's muscular arms held you down as you thrashed and moaned louder and louder until you shattered, cumming against his face. "Haaa...haa..." you panted, pressing your hand against your breasts. Your lover got up and kissed you, and you melted into it, touching his face with one hand, the fingers on your other hand curling around the back of his neck.

The two of you kissed for a few moments, panting against each other. His hands roamed your waist and breasts, and yours roamed his broad shoulders and strong arms. He pressed a kiss to your nose, making you giggle.

Shu positioned himself so his cock was aligned, holding himself up he started to move in. You gripped the sheets and your head leaned back, you moaned as he slid in, stretching you in the most delicious way. Shu groaned quietly when he was buried fully inside you.

You lifted your legs and he smirked. "Fuck yeah. Keep them wide." You nodded and grabbed his shoulders. You moaned his name as he pounded into you. "Fuck. So fucking tight." He panted, biting your shoulder, which made you cry out.

He let himself lean fully on top of you, and in response you wrapped your arms around his neck and moved your legs higher, allowing your lover better access. He hit a sweet spot and you moaned, arching your hips. Shu groaned your name into your ear.

He grunted and growled. He put one hand in between your bodies and rubbed your clit expertly. Your nails dug into his skin in response and you closed your eyes, chasing your release. Grinding against him desperately you whimpered and cried until you climaxed onto his cock.

"Fuck!" Shu groaned and pounded into you faster. He gripped your arms and held you down as he thrusted harder, approaching his own orgasm. His blue eyes bore into yours until he closed them, his body tensing again. He moaned and fell on top of you, panting loudly as he cummed inside you.

For a few minutes you just panted and held each other, as you felt his large cock grow soft. He kissed you and pulled out, then spread out next to you and pulled you into his arms. You kissed his chest.

"Heh, as long as you're a slut for me, I don't mind."

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I hope you enjoyed this! Reblogs and feedback appreciated! ❤️

I'm sorry it took SO long for me to get to this, I didn't want to half-ass it.

[shayasay]

2024 tbhk x reader writers gang UP !!!! I'd like to request for Teru, Akane, and Lemon x reader who's very...open? Like they have a out of pocket humour, says the most inappropriate jokes in the wrong time (the sc president/teacher almost caught them 😔) and isn't afraid to be chaotic. Being with them somehow never becomes boring because theres always some shit going on (like almost falling off a building or getting involved with the cops) BOY are they special. Just Akane is fine if you dont feel like writing for 3 people but either way thank you v much🙏

(Extra scenes:

Akane: how to get red dye?

Reader: idk period blood

Akane: *jaw drops to the floor*

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Reader: *telling the wildest inappropriate gossip ever*

Teru who heard and is standing right behind them:

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Lemon and reader: *had a 1 hour deep talk with lemon sitting on a bench*

Reader, about to leave: oh and btw, that bench was newly painted *walks away*

HIII YES OF COURSEEEEE I HOPE THIS IS OKAY I really tried my best on it! And I wrote this at 2 am I hope this satisfies 😭🩷

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With a reader who makes out of pocket jokes

Featuring: Akane, Lemon and Teru!

Akane

- Blushes when you say something inappropriate towards him no questions asked

- This one time he was teaching how to make origami and you said something inappropriate

- He paused for a good minute and scared at you, gawking with wide eyes and blushing

- “Okay so you’re gonna wanna fold this part here” “Shit I wish I was that piece of paper so you could fold me” “…I’m sorry?”

- There be times where you would just ask him questions, questions such as for example what part of the day was his favourite

- “Akane question?” “Shoot” “what time of day is your favourite?” “night time!” “Great so me, you, tonight, in my bed.” “…”

- he blushed and tried to say something but literally failed, he stuttered so much he just honestly gave up.

- Like sometimes you whisper things in his ear n he’d just stare and gawk at you in disbelief

- You toyed with him once while he was speaking to Teru and he tried so hard to not blush or make it look like he was flustered

- News flash, he failed.

- Teru was laughing at his ass afterwards

- or times where you were whispering the most jaw dropping shit into his ear and Teru heard it all and saw he’s reaction as well

- Teru never let him live it DOWN

Teru

- Will stare at you in disbelief and will quite literally say “I beg your pardon?”

- He once was painting something for the school with a bucket of white paint and to make things worse it fell on him

- He called you and asked you for help

- and what did you say? “Teru is that cu-“ “Get out.” “WAIT IM SORRY”

- There’s been so many times where you whispered the most jaw dropping shit into his ear and his giving you the biggest “I’m sorry?” ass look

- You actually told him some good ass drama and he listened to the whole thing while even gawked here n there because of the OUTRAGEOUS things he’s been hearing

- He’s lowkey willing to give Akane his work load just to here the things you tell him

- “Psst… Teru.” “Hm?” “Are you a trampoline? Because I’d really like to bounce on you.”

- *Queue you sprinting out the room as he’s at his desk so lost at weither he should be shocked or appreciate what you said and take it like a compliment

- “I…. what?…” “Y/n-“ “…..”

- Akane having heard that just giving you and him the most judgemental look ever

Lemon

- You tell him the most jaw dropping drama n he handles it like nothing

- You jokes just make him pause for a good second and then resume back to what he was doing

- you once whispered into his ear “you tryna bounce that ass for me?”

- he just stopped scrolling on TikTok and did a slow turn to look at you with the most judgmental look

- “No… I’m not…”

- You two literally hear drama and gossip with each other and if you guys hear the drama together, you two are looking at each other n gawking bc what did I just hear?

- He’s on his phone a lot so when you say something out of pocket he just pauses what he was doing n stares at you for like a few seconds or a minute

- Sometimes he even says out of pocket things to you as well n sometimes you do blush, same with him

- you two literally gossip to each other the most craziest things ever

- if you try to embarrass him n whispering UNHINGED shit in his ear, he’ll do the same to you but worse

- I can confirm you one had a battle about it

- of course he won because the shit he says is way worse then the shit you say

- “Hey babe where did the red dye go?” “Idk check your pad.”

- You were so dumbfounded that you paused n blinked at him

- “shit… he beat me too it”

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- All n all awesome bfs 👍

DONT FORGET THE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+ NO WORRIES 🩷

[pretty-little-mind33]

Please imagine Tangerine and Lemon trying to assemble something from IKEA as Tangerine is reaching previously undiscovered levels of stress. (They would have the funniest arguments over trying to do a task like that… I also feel like they would BICKER over putting up holiday lights, or trying to maneuver a Christmas tree through a front door and down a hallway.)

needed to write this into a little something haha! lemon, tangerine, and reader are roommates in this!

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"Pivot!" Tangerine growls, clutching the end of the tree as pines prickle his cheeks and mess up his hair. "Goddamnit Lemon! Can ya listen to me for once!?"

"I am pivoting!" Lemon calls, pulling on the tree so it fits the narrow opening of their apartment door. "You're pushing too hard! Glinda is losing all her pines!"

"Glinda!!? I don't give I flying fuck how many pines Glinda is losing I just need her fat arse to fit inside the fuckin' door!" Tangerine screeches, pushing more. "I told ya she was too thick!"

"Stop fat shaming Glinda!" Lemon calls, finally pulling the tree through the door.

Tangerine stumbles, catching himself last minute. "Glinda isn't real. Glinda is a goddamn fuckin' tree!" he hisses, leaning the poor tree against the wall and catching his breath.

"Oi," you suddenly call from the ladder in the corner of the living room, holding up the warm white holiday lights so they can see them through the archway, "none of you fuckers answered the phone so I'm putting up these ones!"

"Y/n, you know I love the rainbow ones," Lemon sighs dramatically.

Tangerine sends him a glare and strains a smile your way. He wipes his brow. "They look lovely, love," he says, hiding his annoyance.

"Thanks." You smile. "Oh and there is an IKEA box to assemble. It's our new dinning room table since someone broke the old one," you say and glance at Lemon.

Lemon and Tangerine exchange a look and then glance at the IKEA box.

"Oh, fuck no," they say in unison, shaking their heads, which only earns a laugh from you.

[auroracalisto]

day #10: gingerbread house

tangerine x gn!reader, platonic!lemon x gn!reader, 825 words a/n: i don't even know what the fuck this is good luck. possibly out of character, possibly not. you be the judge, pookie.

You took the sugary icing from Tangerine, carefully lining the edge of the gingerbread roof—tongue poking out in concentration. Tangerine snorted softly at the sight, eating yet another gumdrop from the decor for your gingerbread house.

"I swear to god, if you eat another one, I'm going to break the damn house," you said, not looking up from your meticulous work. As excited as you were for this gingerbread house, you wouldn't be afraid to wreck all the hard work from the both of you.

"Oh?" Tangerine asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he grabbed a red gumdrop. "Sounds devastating, love. Whatever shall I do?"

You looked up at him, icing bag squeezed in your hands. A gob of the icing fell on the edge of the roof, souring the meticulous outline you had.

"You are being dramatic," Tangerine chided.

"Me? Dramatic? I would never," you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

He watched you closely as he put the gumdrop between his teeth, a wicked grin on his face.

"Oh, you bitch," you said. "You've done nothing but be a pain this entire time!"

"Me? Love, where's your manners? All I'm doing is helping out. What more can I do?"

You narrowed your eyes. "You know what you can do?" you asked. "You can eat my icing."

He snorted at your words. "What?"

Before he even realized what you were doing, because who in their right mind would even do this, you were pointing the piping bag of icing right at him and squeezing it. It didn't really get very far, falling from the bag and plopping down on his trousers, but it was enough for him to glare at you.

"You're fuckin' jokin', now, ain't you love? What the fuck was that?"

"Payback," you simply said. You go back to your gingerbread roof, carefully scraping the already drying icing off. You cursed under your breath. "This is gonna suck, because of you!"

"Because of me?"

"Yes, because of you, you—"

You hadn't a chance to finish before a gumdrop was launched at your face. You paused and looked up at him, wiping the sugary excess from your cheek.

"You wanna play that game?"

"Not a game, mate," he said, grabbing a handful of sprinkles. "Don't do anythin' you'll live to regret."

You quickly stand and grab a handful of sprinkles as well, ready to throw it at him, when his brother walked into the kitchen, seeing the two of you ready to launch red, white, and green sugary specs at each other.

Lemon blinked slowly seeing as the two of you had paused, glancing back at him.

"What in the hell are you two doing?" he blurted. "Fuckin' right mess, you've made. Who the fuck's gonna clean it all up?"

One glance was shared between the two of you. That's all it took for you to both throw the handfuls of sprinkles at Lemon, practically chasing him out of the kitchen, yelling about how he was not gonna be the one to clean up the fuckin' gingerbread trash house they made.

Of course, it wasn't the only bit of sprinkle thrown.

Tangerine grabbed another handful and grabbed you by the bicep, pulling you into his chest. The hand of sprinkles hovered precariously over your head.

"Don't. You. Dare."

Tangerine's eyes flashed with wicked glee. "What'll you do, Y/n? Ice me to death?"

"Tangerine, stop it!"

He let a few of the sprinkles spill from his hand and onto your head. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss before he did the unthinkable—he let his hand down the front of your shirt and dropped the sprinkles from his hand.

You shrieked, and rightfully so, grabbing the icing from the table and pointing it at all, all the while sprinkles falling from the top you wore.

"You are so annoying!" you nearly yelled, squeezing the piping back so hard that it popped at the top. You began swatting him with the plastic, only to be laughed at by your assassin boyfriend.

He grabbed you by the hip, other hand grabbing your wrist that held the piping back.

"I am annoying? Who started this fuckin' thing?"

"You did!"

"I did, hm? You better watch your pretty little mouth, love," he said, eyes narrowing playfully.

You scoffed and let the piping back drop to the floor, still feeling sprinkles in your shirt. You watched him closely, slowly catching your breath.

"Why the fuck did you put them down my shirt?"

"I saw the chance, I took it," he said. "Was hopin' you would've taken it off by now," he cheekily grinned, capturing your lips with his once more.

By the kitchen entrance, Lemon passes, muttering under his breath: "Fucking gingerbread houses." Of course, it wasn't the only thing he said, but it was the only thing you heard as Tangerine pushed you against the table, ignoring the multitudes of gingerbread walls and candy decorations.

[avocado-writing]

Tangerine x Reader

titled fics:

Crossed Paths Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4*

Said the Spider, to the Fly * (Sub!Tan x Dom!Reader) (pt 2)* ♥

I Know That I Should Let Go, But I Can’t (Tangerine x Goofy!Reader & pt 2 & pt 3) x ♥

Not Your Fault, But Mine (Tan x Single Mother!Reader)♥

Forever Blowing Bubbles (Reader x Tangerine Childhood friends to married) & Holiday Drabble♥

love drunk (Sex Pollen) Start Part 1 Part 2

Strange Bedfellows*♥

untitled fics:

Tangerine x Tattoo Artist Reader

Tangerine x Reader Head Rubs

Tangerine x Reader Old Friends

Tangerine x M!Reader *

Tangerine x Reader Rivals to Lovers

Possessive/Jealous!Tangerine x F!Reader *

Stealing Tangerine’s Jewellery & Part 2

Tangerine x Handler!Reader

Tangerine x Sniper!Reader *

Tangerine x Reader Only One Bed *

Tangerine x Short!Male!Reader

Mafia!Tangerine x Innocent!Reader

Sub!Tangerine x Reader *

Tangerine x Reader Bad Date

Tangerine and Elder’s Assistant

Stealing Tangerine’s Watch♥

Reader Accidentally Hurt

Tangerine x GN!Reader Smut - By The Fire *

Tangerine x M!Reader Smut *

Tangerine’s Reaction When You’re Expecting

Tangerine x Reader - Date Night

Tangerine Can’t Cook

Tangerine x Plus Size Reader*

Tangerine x Reader Praise Kink*

Tan’s First Time Bottoming*

Spooning

Tan Taking Care of Pregnant!Reader

Tan Finds You Crying

Drunk Tan x Reader

Reader & Tan Break Up

Sub!Tan Drabble

Cold Drabble

Washing Tan’s Hair

Lemon x Reader 

Lemon x Assassin Reader *

Lemon x Reader Domestic Fluff

Lemon x Reader First Kiss

Lemon x Reader Suspenders

Lemon Dealing With Tangerine and Reader When They’ve Been Drugged♥

Lemon x Reader Bath

Lemon x Reader Smut *

Lemon x Reader Get a Cat

Reader Doing Lemon’s Tie

Lemon x Male!Reader 

Lemon and the Boba Shop Barista♥

Lemon Morning Sex *

Maria Beetle x Reader

Phone Sex*

White Death x Reader

Lap

Kinktober Follow-Up*

heaven can’t help me now*

Yuichi Kimura x Reader

Single Mother!Assassin!Reader x Yuichi

Smut*

Misc Bullet Train

Pussy Eating Headcanon List

Lemon & Tangerine Clothes Shopping Headcanons

Tan & Lemon looking after a sick reader

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Reasons To Share a Bed: x x x x

Sexual Tension Prompts: x x x x

Simple Action Prompts x x x x x

Smut Prompts x x x x x x

Staying the Night x x x x

[jynxpsiche]

Not Tangerine already planning on fathering reader's baby as his won, cause hey, the baby also has blue eyes so he can totally pass of as their son.

Also imagine if the real dad ever shows up and tries come back into the baby's life and Tangerine is all conflicted cause he loves the kid as if it's his own son :/

OH MY GOD THANK U SO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! LITERALLY CHEF KISS! We love a jealous Tangerine <3

Unwanted texts

💌. Summary: unanswered texts from her, lead Tangerine to meet someone he already despised…

or

…Tangerine meets the baby’s biological father for the first time.

💌. Warning: SWEARING. LIKE A LOT! Jealous Tangerine, female reader, canon gore. English is not my first language! I don’t know many British slangs!

X

c’mon babe

I just wanna meet the baby

be there for them, y’know?

pls answer me

It’s been already a couple of days and sometimes, during different hours of the day and night, your phone would ding with notifications…from him.

Your ex boyfriend.

The biological father of your precious baby.

The whole situation pissed you off. Firstly, when he found out about your pregnancy, he decided to leave without an explanation and leave you alone. Then he had the nerve to message you after god knows how many years.

It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous.

But obviously you couldn’t ask for any type of help from Tangerine.

He was quite the protective type, especially if the main cause was a shitty ex-boyfriend.

Surely he would have gone feral if he found out about your ex’s sudden texts. That’s why you decided to keep the thing for yourself and just…ghost him.

But who would have known that you would end up calming down a rather irate Tangerine?

However, it’s important to start from the beginning.

It was a day off for Tan, which meant that he would have spent the entire day with you and his little one. But since it was still too early to get up, for now he simply drank in your warmth and cuddled your body closer to his, without waking you up.

The curly man was affectionate only with his girl and his baby, neither to his brother he showed this side of his. He wasn’t ashamed of it, he just had a reputation to defend.

His chin was placed on your head while you were all nuzzled in the crook of his neck. His strong and bulky arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to leave. Not that you wanted to.

Only your soft breaths echoed through the room. But the peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the ping of a notification. The sound made him grimace, but not waking up from his slumber.

Then another ping, closely followed by another and another one.

Now Tangerine was fully awake, his half-closed eyes glaring at the device on your nightstand. When he noticed no more ding’s came from your phone, he softly pecked your forehead before trying to fall asleep again.

But then again. A new message.

Groaning softly, Tan lifted himself from the bed, before pecking your forehead again and assured that you didn’t wake up.

He was not standing on your side of the bed, the device on your nightstand calling for him to check what had interrupted his sleep.

With a furrowed and irritated expression, Tangerine unlocked your phone, noticing new messages unopened. They had been sent just a couple of minutes ago.

He quickly glanced at your sleeping figure, a strange feeling bubbling in his chest. His expression furrowed more when he saw the contact’s name. X.

Who the fuck was that?

But he surely was took by anger when he read the multiple messages he sent you.

He wasn’t only a dickhead, but he was also the biological father of his son.

His bloodshot eyes read every line and every word of every message he dared to sent you. His fingers gradually tightening their grip around the device.

The another ding. Another message.

X

I know ur reading the texts

ur online

u finally have the courage to read what I’ve been sending you

u stopped ghosting me huh?

God you’re such a bitch sometimes…

His vision darkened at the last text he sent, nostrils fuming with rage.

X

I want to see the kid

Meet me here

Xx xx xx, xx

“Tan? You good?” Your sleepy and raspy voice reached his ears and immediately he turned towards you, his furious expression never leaving his face.

You noticed, of course. Slowly you rose from your spot on the comfy bed and lazily dragged herself up to his tense figure, wrapping her delicate arms around his waist.

A soft kiss on his back.

“What is making you so tense?” You whispered against his skin, your hands gently rubbing his sides. Tan slightly crocked his head in your direction, his brows still furrowed. A sigh left his lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He instead asked with a low tone laced with rage. “Why did you hide it from me?” His tone showed how he strongly demanded an answer.

“I could have handle it. I simply didn’t answer his texts to show him how an insignificant being like him should be six feet under. To show him how he was a nobody to me anymore.” Your tone was flat, laced with venom, finally expressing all your suppressed rage.

His expression immediately softened at your words, his brows relaxing and the wrinkles on his forehead disappearing. The tails of his mouth slightly raised in an almost visible smile.

But you noticed it.

When he turned in your direction, his hands on your waist, his lips left a soft peck on your forehead. His face was calm and so close to yours.

“I’m goin’ to take care of him. Don’ worry.” He whispered, his soothing voice sending you in a sleepy mood. A light yawn left your mouth. He chuckled at your reaction.

“Now go to sleep love.”

After you fell into another peaceful but deep slumber, Tangerine got to work.

With Lem’s help (after calling him for twenty minuets straight, the poor man was sleeping) he managed to find the phone location and so the location of the fucker.

It was now 3:45 am and Tan was alone in a desert neighbourhood. Silence was his only company at the moment.

He stood still in front of an apartment complex, his eyes fixed on a specific window while the cigarette in his hand slowly burnt.

With a flick he tossed the small nicotine stick and put it out with a stomp of his foot. His lips were curled into an annoyed curl.

Silently, he climbed the fire escape with big steps and in a blink of an eye his shadow was printed in front of the covered window, blinds hiding the inside.

But a faint light from behind them immediately caught his attention, a sadistic grin creeping on his moustache.

His hand grabbed the gun from his pocket and he shot the window’s lock, allowing him to access to the apartment.

Frantic, disconnected noises echoed from inside. Tangerine knew the fucker heard him.

Only when he entered he was met with a younger, dull man, his face pale and his eyes wide from fear. “Who…who the fuck are you?!” He half shouted, his voice cracking a bit.

The man wanted to show his composure so bad, show him how collected and tough he was. But in reality, he was shitting in his pants.

With great strides, Tangerine approached the trembling man, his pistol clearly visible. “‘s not important, is it? Wha’ is important is why you fuckin’ harassing my love with your insipid messages.” He spat out in a hard tone, his rigid stare piercing the man’s soul.

The man’s eyes frantically wandered around, he is searching something to defend himself thought Tan. Quick pants from the man often broke the silence in the room.

He took a step back, his hands shaking uncontrollably. His body language was visibly betraying him. “Just…the fuck you want from me?!” He continued in a fake authoritative voice.

Tangerine held his face high, communicating how he was in control. Slowly his arm raised and he pointed the gun in the man’s forehead.

“I want you to delete her number, to forget about her and the baby and to never contact her again.” He stated with calm rage. His tone extremely sharp.

When the man was the pistol pointed at his head, his confident mask fell, his eyes filled with tears and his still standing posture crouched on himself. Shamelessly he nodded his head at every request, his voice dead in the back of his throat.

Suddenly, Tangerine shot the man in the leg and he stumbled back. A cry came out from his mouth.

“This’s your last warnin’.”

[gingerteafairy]

shout to my boys. i love lemon sm, he deserves more. @redcherryflavourr, I'm feeding your delulu with your bf

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 – 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧

Style & Aesthetics:

Lemon loves mixing different clothing styles and eras, creating unexpectedly stylish combinations. He makes sure to keep up his tough-guy appearance but has fun experimenting with different looks—like an ‘80s gangster with heavy chains or a modern cowboy in a leather jacket. He knows he looks good in anything and isn’t afraid to go bold.

Despite all his street style, at home, he’s the complete opposite. His home wardrobe consists of old sweatpants, faded t-shirts, and holey socks. He swears it’s all about comfort, but deep down, he’d be embarrassed to be caught looking like that. Has Tangerine ever teased him? Absolutely.

"Bloody hell, Lemon. You went to the fucking war and didn't call me. Look at all those big ass holes."

"Oh, shut the fuck up. You're always using the same suit everywhere you go."

Accessory Collector:

He has an obsession with rings, bracelets, and necklaces. His collection is huge, and every piece has a story. He’s always wearing at least one flashy accessory—whether it’s a skull ring, a gold chain, or a leather bracelet.

"This one? I got it from a guy I killed 'cause he called me stupid. Tangerine got the other one. Beautiful isn't it?"

Personality:

He’s really shy at first, but if someone catches his interest, he can talk to them like they’ve been friends for years. He always has a witty comment ready to go.

He has that effortless charm that hypnotizes people. The way he talks, his intense gaze, that little smirk… It’s impossible not to fall for him.

"Uhm... why are you looking at me like this? Is there something in my teeth? Shit, where's my toothbrush?"

Music Taste:

His music taste is extensive, but he has a clear preference for hip-hop, rap, and trap. His favorites include Post Malone, Eminem, Tupac, 50 Cent, Kendrick Lamar and Tyler, the Creator.

He listens to Drake and Kanye West in secret. He’ll deny it to his grave, but if you catch him playing Flashing Lights, he’ll change the song instantly.

"What? Hotline Bling? No, I was just... Beatboxing."

There’s a side of him that few people know—he loves brazilian funk. If Ai Preto comes on, he instantly goes into main character mode. His favorites includes L7NNON, WIU, and Xamã.

"I don't understand a word they're saying, but it's fire."

Despite his tough-guy vibe, he has a refined taste for jazz and blues. He enjoys Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Nina Simone, Nat King Cole, and Jimi Hendrix. "I'm a cultured man, after all."

Advanced-Level Gossiping:

He uses Thomas’ theory (yes, Thomas the Tank Engine) to analyze everyone and spill the tea with you. He knows exactly what “train” each person would be.

"I bet that girl from your job is a diesel. She can't keep her shit together and fucks everything. Take care."

The Perfect Boyfriend:

If you date Lemon, get ready for VIP treatment. He’s a gentleman, affectionate, funny, and the perfect amount of protective. He knows exactly how to give compliments, showers you with sweet little gestures, and always makes you feel like the most special person in the world. An angel.

He's a demon in bed, but this is content for another story.

He loves spoiling you with gifts, especially jewelry and clothes. He carefully picks out each piece, always making sure it matches your style—or at least what he thinks suits you. Basically, he becomes your personal stylist, taking you shopping and making sure to approve or reject every outfit with a critical eye and comments like, “This? Nah, way too basic for you,” or “This. This is so you.”

Likes and Dreams:

He loves driving with you, especially at night, listening to music and talking about life. But his true passion? Trains. If you ever take one together, get ready for random locomotive facts, railway history, and all sorts of train trivia. He always finds a way to get you interested, too.

He has a list of destinations he wants to visit with you by train, ranging from short trips to luxurious routes that look like something straight out of a movie. He’s already picturing the two of you sitting in a panoramic carriage, sipping drinks, and taking in the scenery.

Family:

He complains when Tangerine starts messing with you, throwing in a “Dude, give it a rest, will you?” but deep down, he loves the dynamic between you two. Watching you argue or joke around makes him feel at home. At the end of the day, you and Tangerine are the most important people in his life. Even if he’ll never say it out loud, he loves the chaos you bring.

[out-at-sea-tonight]

So I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written anything but I really miss writing for you all so I’ve decided to open my asks again !

(Asks are currently : Open ! Please send in requests 🙏)

Request rules

DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG IF YOU ARE A MINOR !!

I will do both SFW and NSFW for requests, I’m pretty lax with boundaries so unless it’s something hardcore or fetishy (eg. underage, scat) then I will be down to write for it

Add details !! I don’t mind occasionally writing for vague prompts but honestly I prefer when I have more wordier asks

Please be patient, I have a full time job along with life responsibilities to deal with so it might take a while for me to write out your asks, also English is not my first language and I don’t have a beta reader so please forgive me if their are mistakes or misspellings in my work

Currently I’m writing for these fandoms

Succession (Tom, Connor, Kendall, Roman, Greg)

Bullet train (Tangerine, Lemon, Ladybug)

Dune (stilgar, gurney)

No country for old men (Anton, Llewelyn)

Pushing daises (Ned)

GOT (Tyrion, Sandor)

Severance (Petey K., Mark S., Gemma S., Seth)

The pitt (dr.Abbot, dr.Robby, dr.Shen, dr.Langdon)

Any of Colin firth or Alan rickmans characters are also available

Me waiting for asks even though it takes me several decades to write and consider it good enough to post

[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

[bardoftheshire]

Sick Days

Lemon and Tangerine x GN! Reader (Platonic)

Summary; You've worked with the twins for years now, and whilst they are sharp and get things done rather well, they do have a tendancy to constantly get eachother, including you, sick.

Notes; Sorry I haven't been very active. I promise I'll get to those asks soon but this popped into my head and I just really needed to write a full fic.

Warnings; Some cursing and mentions of taking over the counter medicine.

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"Achoo!"

"Bloody fuckin'-hell mate, cover your fuckin' mouth when you sneeze," Tangerine scoffs.

The three of you have been sick since your last mission in Bolivia, you're assuming that one of the twins got coughed on or something, because as always--they were the first to get ill.

And just as always, you were the ones to take care of them at first until you finally got ill.

The first week was horrible.

Tangerine's constant bitching and moaning about how he wanted to be back on missions but still complaining about how he felt like shit, that his nose and body hurt, how his throat was sore, and how terrible of a headache he had. Then he would be upset that Lemon was sitting down bundled up on the couch watching Thomas and Friends and how he wouldn't let Tangerine watch his West Ham game on the television.

Lemon wasn't as bad as Tangerine when it came to getting sick though. Lemon only complained once or twice, every now and then but it wasn't constant. Lemon would only ask if you could bring him a pot of tea if you weren't too busy and maybe some blankets. He was content and hell, he'd even admit happy that he didn't have to go on missions for a few weeks.

And then you got sick.

So now its just been constant sneezing, coughing, sniffling, and groaning. The amount of tissues and tea the three of you have been going through is insane, and you're still the one doing medicine runs.

"Piss off mate, I'll do whatever the fuck I want," Lemon says after blowing his nose.

"If either one of you bicker and babble to eachother again I will personally shoot the both of you in the face," You groan.

You hear a grumble and mutter from Tangerine but don't bother with him because it'll only worsen your already terrible migraine.

You walk to the kitchen, grabbing your favourite mug along with some clove and ginger tea, popping the teabag in and pouring the hot water you had just boiled over it into the mug.

"You did it wrong," Tangerine says, a look of annoyance on his face.

"I'm really not in the mood for your bullshit Tan. If you want it done right then you make it yourself you prick," You bite back, proceeding to the living area.

You walk to the couch Lemon was sitting on, one of his legs taking up the whole couch.

Once he looks away from the television and sees you, he removes his leg and opens up the blankets he was under, inviting you to sit with him in his cozy spot, to which you gladly accept.

You sit comfortably next to Lemon, handing him your mug so he can set it down on the tissue covered side table. I'll have to clean that up later, you thought to yourself.

"Feeling any better, y/n?" Lemon asks.

"Sort of. I've still got a god awful headache and my nose is still runny, but its better than I was a couple days ago so the medicine is working at least. How about you?"

"I'm still stuffy but its beginning to slow down now, I'm glad this bloody thing is starting to bug off already," Lemon replies.

"It's my turn on the telly, let me watch th- Achoo! Fuckin' hell!" Tangerine says, a twinge of annoyance in his voice as he complains like a child.

You and Lemon look at eachother, sighing and deciding to let Tangerine watch his game so he stops whining.

"Fine, but only if you promise to stop bitching, okay?" You say, handing Tangerine the television remote and scooting closer to Lemon to make room for him to sit with you two.

"Hey Tan, who's playing West Ham?" Lemon asks, voice still slightly hoarse.

"Man City today, tomorrow its Brentford. Why?" Tangerine responds, eyes glued to the television as he switches it to the correct channel.

Lemon looks at you with a look on his face, then back at Tangerine.

"No reason in particular,"

Manchester City just so happened to be your favourite team. The last time Man City was against West Ham, Man City won. You also happened to be watching the game with the twins that day, and let's just say that Tangerine was not happy that his team had lost and you were happy over it.

It'd been a few years since that game, but you have a feeling that Tangerine would end up being worse than the last time if Man City won again.

Sure, you like it when your team wins, but as of right now you would much prefer it if West Ham won so that way Tangerine doesn't act like a complete bellend. He's easier to anger and agitate now that he's ill.

You all sat on the couch watching the game. Cheers erupted from Tangerine and Lemon whenever West Ham got the ball or made a goal, then a groan of annoyance from Tangerine whenever Man City got the ball or made a goal.

So far it was a 3 - 3 tie with just 3 minutes left of the game, and Tangerine was getting more and more agitated every time Man City took the ball from West Ham.

Once again, Man City taking the ball, then the referee calling over a player and showing them a red card, giving West Ham a free kick for the players offense.

West Ham has the ball now, a free kick. There are 2 minutes left in the game and if they make this shot then the chances of them winning the game are high.

"Bowen takes a free kick, OH MY WORD! A DIRECT FREE KICK GIVING WEST HAM 4 POINTS TOTAL! WHAT A GOAL!"

Cheers and a few coughs come from both Lemon and Tangerine, smiles on their faces. Regardless of their heights, facial hair, voices, jobs even, they still act like children sometimes in both good and bad ways and it makes you smile.

Those last few minutes pass and the game ends, a 4 - 3 score with West Ham beating Manchester City, more cheers erupt from the twins, dopey smiles plastered onto their faces.

Tangerine gets up from the couch to go do something for a minute, leaving you and Lemon sitting on the couch together.

"That was a good game eh? Man City is pretty good too, I'm surprised we even won," Lemon says to you, covering himself back up with the blanket he was sharing with you.

"Great game really! I'm a little bummed though I will admit, but honestly one loss is better than Tan being a prick the entire day," You roll your eyes.

You get up from your cozy spot on the couch and head to the kitchen island, which had a plethora of medicines, syrups, a humidifier, and assortments of teas.

Cough syrup, Tylenol tablets, throat soothing sleepytime tea, chamomile tea, lemon scented vapor rub, allergy syrup, and a new, unopened three pack of tissue boxes.

You groan at the thought of having to drink the terrible tasting allergy and cough syrup again.

"Lem! Tan! Have you guys taken your medicines yet?" You call out to the twins, seeing as Tangerine had just returned to the living area.

Groans emit from the both of them as you give a light chuckle.

The two walk to you, tangerine grabbing the three cups for the syrups, all of your names on one of them to designate which belonged to who.

You pour the cough syrup into your cup at the 120 ml line, holding your nose as you down it to try and get rid of some of the taste, then doing the same with allergy medicine. You open the bottle of Tylenol, grabbing two of the tablets and popping them into your mouth.

You take a gulp of water from your glass then wipe your mouth.

"I'm gonna go into my room and nap, take one of these tissue boxes with you," You say, opening the pack and grabbing a box of tissues for yourself to have.

You walk to your room, opening the door and placing the tissues onto your bedside table, taking one out and blowing your nose, then tossing it into your small trashcan.

You lay in your bed, covering yourself with your blankets and sinking into your mattress.

God I hope I feel better soon.

You fall into a slumber, happy to be resting after nothing but bickering and loud cheers all day.

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Sorry this took a little longer, I wasn't really planning to post it two days ago but tumblr freaked out and did it anyway even though it still wasn't finished, but it is now! I'm trying to post these fics more often and hopefully be more consistent about it. Requests are still currently closed and I'll try to get to the ones that were sent months ago.

[shayasay]

Could you do a Tbhk x reader, but with a reader who lowkey has a dump truck (big butt) and the often wear stuff that’s tight or to short because they’re ass ruins cute shit like skirts and makes it look like they bought a bootyskirt, same with shorts😭

It’s a blessing and a curse my pants are so fucking tight tryna get past my butt because of it🤥

HIIII YES OF COURSE! I’m trying to work on all the requests I’ve gotten but school has been mentally exhausting as well as physically exhausting so please bear with me yall 💔

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Having a s/o w a dump truck

Feat: Hanako, Lemon and Kou!

Hanako

- would probably be the first thing he notices about you

- He would be such a PERVERT around you

- Will make a lot of perverted jokes

- He would ask Yashiro if she could buy and bring longer skirts

- If your skirt was too short without you noticing, he would and WILL steal a sweater or cardigan from someone and wrap it around you

- He’s a pervert so of course he likes seeing you in anything

“Aw man… I bought the wrong size skirt…”

“Yashirooo! Could you go buy and bring Y/N a skirt her size please!”

- would literally use the fact that he’s a ghost to his advantage to protect you from other perverts

- If your skirt gets torn during a battle, he’s automatically looking for something to cover you up

- He may be a pervert but he wants you to be comfortable at all times

“I love you my dear!~”

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Lemon

- Shit would guide his eyes OFF his phone

- Would probably stare

- If you came to school with a skirt too short he would put his bag behind you to block people’s view

- will walk behind you to keep you comfortable

- Will glare at anyone who looks your way or who makes you uncomfortable

- will always let you wear one of his school pants or will buy you new skirt

- Likes when you sit on his lap with his arms wrapped around you so he can look at his phone

- will use his cardigan to cover you up in case of an emergency

- Will probably always go shopping with you to make sure you get the right size

“Here love, use my cardigan.”

“Thanks a bunch Lemon!”

- overall, 10/10

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Kou

- Will ask his brother to go to the mall just to get clothes for you

- Will walk behind you

- Will glare at anyone who looks

- will always find someone to wrap around your waist at all times including his jacket

- Will help you shop to get longer skirts and better pants

- he will basically chew out anyone who looks and scolds them on not respecting women

- if your skirt raises too high he’ll go behind up, face extremely red and will either

- A: Stand behind you blocking the view

Or

- B: Fix it for you and still stand behind you blocking the view

“No worries my sweet Y/N! I’ll help you shop for clothes!”

“Really?! Thanks a lot Kou!”

- will roll his eyes at others and be sassy toward them

- overall 10/10!

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HIIIII im sorry this was short but i barely have time on my hands. So im trying my best, i hope you enjoyed itttttt!

[takenbypeter]

Bullet Train Masterlist

Lemon

Pretty Face

Late Night Job

Who You Gonna Call?

Boba Shop Romance

Chapped Lips

Tangerine

Laundry Day

Late Night Duty

Chicken Soup

Coffee Shop Romance

Closing Shift

[auroracalisto]

day #5: making christmas cookies

lemon x gn!reader, 272 words a/n: established relationship. making cookies stresses reader out. you're welcome.

You hear Lemon mumble something under his breath, but if you're being honest, you're not exactly paying attention to him.

There's flour everywhere, and the cookies you had just pulled out of the oven would need to be iced soon enough. You didn't think you had enough to even ice all the cookies you had planned on making, and lord have mercy, it was just a batch of Christmas cookies, but it was driving you crazy—

Lemon's hands took your shoulders in a gentle grasp.

"Hey," he softly chided, thumbs gently brushing against your skin. "What in the hell are you freakin' out for, love? They're just cookies. You're makin' me worried."

You groaned and let yourself fall into his grasp, resting your head on his shoulder.

He pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You don't even have to make them, love, Tangerine can live without them," he said.

"I know but I promised that I'd make some," you said. "I just don't have enough powdered sugar, and I should've just bought more at the store, but of course I didn't—"

"—alright, love, enough," Lemon said, gently pushing you back so he could look at your face. "You either take a breather or I'm gonna put you in time out, myself," he said. "They are just cookies. If some of them go un-iced, it's not the end of the world. Besides, they look fuckin' wonderful without icing. I'll eat the ones without the icing."

You pursed your lips, looking up at him. "Really?"

"Now why would I go and lie to you, love? Yes, really. I'll eat the damn cookies."

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[jynxpsiche]

Can I request a tangerine x reader??

SURE NO PROB! Hope u all like it!! <3 <3 sorry if it’s short.

Paired with a crush

💌. Summary: Tangerine knew who you were, and he also knew how good and professional you were at your job…

or

…Tangerine gets paired up with his crush.

💌. Warning: female reader, canon gore, not canon events, fluff, reader’s code name is Ruby, slightly suggestive, mdni. English is not my first language! I don’t know many British slangs!

“Bruv, you sure ya okay?” Lemon’s voice reached his brother’s ears, trying to wake him up from his trance.

Lemon noticed how Tangerine’s figure completely froze when he read a message on his phone. It felt uncharacteristically from him, being completely still and silent for such a long time.

Is he having a heart attack? Thought Lemon, his gaze still locked on his brother.

Slowly, trying not to scare him off, the man approached his brother’s figure, standing still in the middle of the living room.

Just a few minutes ago, the curly-haired man was simply reading a book on the couch when a little ‘ping’ from his phone caught his attention.

With an annoyed groan the man rose from his comfortable position on the couch and picked his phone, which was on the armchair.

Lemon simply observed the scene unfazed since he didn’t discovered any signs of a strange behaviour from his brother. But things changed when the other man checked the phone.

At first the room had fallen into a strange silence, no longer the comfortable silence of before but one that managed to put anyone in the room in awe.

Time seemed to have slowed down and it was also the outside that fell silent. If before Lemon could hear a few cars passing by or simply the urban noises of the city, now even those had suddenly died down and disappeared into thin air.

Very few things in their career had managed to silence Tangerine noticeably. Other things, however, had him talking until Lemon's head burst.

And the subject of his conversations was always her.

Lemon knew by heart the story of how Tangerine had first met the girl, always specifying how his was only an initial hatred that gradually became simple tolerance.

Ruby. This was the name constantly present on his lips.

Firstly, Lemon heard how Tangerine called her an insufferable girl, overconfident and convinced she was better than everyone else.

But afterwards... the situation had completely changed.

He had heard how she had managed to eliminate an entire organisation, kill the boss and complete the job in the shortest possible time. A single week.

Tangerine rarely spoke well of other people, but she was clearly an exception.

Lemon often teased him, just for the fun of it. "Ya only eva talk ‘bout her, ya ‘ave a crush?" But each time the curly-haired man denied it.

It was perfectly normal for him to appreciate the talents of another colleague. The only problem was that Tangerine never made appreciations about others. Only he didn't realise it.

“Mate, the fuck ya doin’?” Asked annoyed Lemon, tired of seeing his brother’s frozen figure in the middle of the living room. With a deep sigh he took place on the large couch, remote control in hand. “I really wan’ta watch Thomas, but I fuckin’ can’t with you in the fuckin’ way.” He said through clenched teeth, irritation evident in his words.

Finally Tangerine woke up from his trance and dumbfoundedly his wide gaze fell on his brother, who was looking at him annoyingly.

With a raise of his eyebrows, the man once again demanded an explanation. Quickly the brother showed his own phone, which was open on a phone number. His contractor for that job.

“Wha’ I’m s’ppos’d to be lookin’ at?” Asked Lemon, a bored expression on his face while his eyes lazily read the message.

With a trembling finger, due to adrenaline and excitement, Tangerine pointed at a specific word, more exactly a phrase.

“You won’t be working alone. You’re partner for this job will be Ruby.” Read the man from the couch but his expression still bewildered. “I still don’t understand, bruv.”

A groan coming from the standing man echoed through the room. Tangerine irritatedly pinched his nose bridge, hoping to calm down a little. “Ya bell end, it’s her.”

His brother only stared at him as if he had grown two heads. “‘m not followin’ mate.”

“Ruby! It’s her. I’ve been partnered up with her!” The man shouted under his breath, eyes wide and full of an enthusiasm that looked too strange on him. He was like a child on Christmas.

Lemon still did not speak. His confusion was still too evident on his face. Yet he should know who his brother was talking about.

Then Heureka.

It was like a lightbulb lightened up on his head. At the same time his eyes grew bigger and his mouth opened wide. “Ooh…got it, got it…” his head bouncing a couple of times in an affermative motion.

Tangerine was ready to answer his brother harshly when his phone rang with an incoming call. An unknown number.

“Who’s it?” Lemon asked pretending to care when in reality his attention was on the television, Thomas & Friends now playing.

“I don’t fuckin’ know— hello, the fuck ya want?” Tangerine answered the phone and the unwelcoming tone he used showed clearly his high irritation and the no patience left.

“Is this how you talk to work partners?” The frown on his face immediately shifted into a stunned expression. The voice from the other side of phone was the most angelic one he ever heard.

He had only watched her from afar, never really interacted with her. That meant that he also never have heard her voice either.

He always imagined how her voice would have been, but his dreams could never be compared to her real voice.

And that first interaction with her left him speechless.

He had always planned his first meeting with the girl. He hoped he could charm the girl with his charm and maybe invite her out. But apparently luck was not on his side.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you, Tangerine. Even if not in person, for now.” Spoke the voice again, this time waking the man from his temporary trance.

Tangerine cleared his throat, “M’apologise love, wasn’t my intention to speak t’ya like that.” He explained sheepishly. His tone wasn’t his usual one, the rude and annoyed one, but one more submitted and apologetical. Almost…gentle.

Lemon often glanced up at him, unimpressed.

“It’s fine. Now let’s talk about the job.” Ordered the voice from the other side.

Tangerine nodded his head multiple times. “A’right, love.” And off he was, into his office, his figure followed for a short amount of time by Lemon’s unbothered eyes.

Everything needed to go as planned. No one had to fuck up and nothing had to stop them.

They had spent a lot of time on analysing every detail of the job, in order to avoid inconveniences and notarlo failure. The pay was pretty high, so they had to do a proper job.

The contractor, when contacted the two, explained them the type of job: apparently a well-know mafia boss of France had organised a ball in which were invited criminals from all over the world. His intention was to present a poisonous gas capable of killing a large army with the smallest dose.

A woman and a man were standing outside a large villa, where music was blasted from inside.

The two were arm in arm and wore extremely elegant clothes, perfect for the occasion.

“Are you ready, mister Tangerine?” the lady smirked at the man beside her, a confident sparkle in her eyes.

“Always ready, love.” He smirked back.

When they entered the ball room they were pervaded by smoke and loud chatter from the other guests.

Warm lights illuminated the entire room, showing off all the baroque details of the place.

With confident steps, the couple advanced through the room, their arms still entwined with each other and a polite smile on both faces. They had to give a very good impression and not arouse any kind of suspicion.

Their gazes keenly observed the entire environment, the people and especially the blind spots in the room. They could not afford mistakes.

Instinctively, Tangerine abandoned the grip of their arms and encircled her colleague's waist, displaying a strong and secure hold.

That action did not bother the girl; on the contrary, she tried to get as close to his body as possible. Because she felt safe with him.

“A’right love, seen the target yet?”

Their job was to identify the person responsible for selling the poison, kill him as quietly as possible and finally steal all the information concerning the poison.

If they wanted, they could have also blew everyone up once they had completed the main tasks of the job. But they had to remain professional.

The woman analysed each guest, her eyes scanning every little detail in order to find the one described in the documents received.

But there were so many people that it was lightly complicated than normal. His body moved a little closer to that of the man by her side. His cologne immediately reaching her nose.

It would have been a lie to say that she was not attracted to him.

“Nothing. It’s like he’s not even here.” Then something clicked on her mind.

Of course the target wasn’t there!

While the party was going, his job was to anticipate the spread of poison on a global scale. This whole party was just a whole cover.

Suddenly, she brought her face closer to his, her breath tickling his ear. A small smile on her face, to disguise themselves and to not let the cover blow up.

“Most likely he’s not here because he needs to sell the gas earlier, all over the world.” She explained, his eyes fluttering close briefly due to her proximity.

The heart in his chest started beating wildly, as if he had just finished running a marathon.

But in reality he was simply in a sumptuous, baroque-style hall, teeming with people whose intent was simply to shift their attention elsewhere.

Oh, how he wished they could be the only one there. And dance together all the night.

In each other arms.

With a sharp look he scanned the room again, noticing something unusual.

The number of bodyguards was even, as it was well known that the boss did not like odd numbers. According to him, they were bad luck.

Therefore he had decided to place two bodyguards every six metres throughout the hall. But then why were there as many as three bodyguards near one wall?

Something was not right.

"Let's try lookin’ there," he whispered. The girl gave him a confused sideways glance "What? And why?" "Just a guess.”

As his hand gently gripped at her waist, they gracefully moved around the large hall trying to attract as little attention as possible.

Her ample dress sparkled slightly, emphasising the strong colour of the dress. It was very difficult for Tangerine to maintain attention. His grip tightened slightly.

The girl understood her colleague's intentions, having also noticed the unusual position of the three bodyguards.

Now all that was needed was to find a distraction.

But someone up there surely was helping them since a dispute nearby drawn the three bodyguards’ attention.

Swiftly, the couple slipped into the hidden entrance of the hall, initially finding themselves in a simple corridor. Neither a door nor a soul. The corridor was completely empty.

The two began to walk down the dimly lit corridor, walking as lightly as possible on the floor. Surely their intention was not to attract the attention of the guards.

The corridor extended a few more metres and then continued to the left, where it ended in a security door.

A code was required to enter.

“I got it” she said under her breath, pulling a little bottle spray from between her breasts. The perfect hiding spot thought Tangerine with a satisfied look.

The door creaked open and the couple was met with a dark laboratory.

Long, thin shelves filled with vials containing yellowish liquid ran along the entire front wall. Machines were positioned on several metal tables. But no sign of the scientist responsible.

However, a strong smell of chemicals and smoke could still be smelled in the air, a sign that the machinery had recently been switched off.

The feminine figure gracefully wondered around the immense laboratory, observing closely the vials. The man behind her approached a cabinet in a corner.

“This isn’t what we’re looking for. These are just wrong prototypes.” She exclaimed, picking a vial between her fingers.

Tangerine only hummed approvingly, immediately losing interest in the empty cabinet. But something caught his attention.

One of the shelves seemed shallow compared to the others and only an experienced eye would have noticed this.

Tapping the bottom of the shelf with his hand, Tangerine noticed the wall moving slightly. With his fingers he managed to move the bottom, revealing a black button.

Suddenly the locker opened with a slight click and promptly Tangerine opened the new entrance with both hands.

From the back of the new entrance he heard the clatter of some metal objects. A whispered mutter prompted the man to move.

Without wasting any time he hurried down the narrow dark corridor, following the noise coming from the other side. One hand was already ready on the gun hidden in his trousers.

But before he could leap into action, a bullet grazed his cheekbone. A cry of exasperation escaped his lips. “Tan-“ she was calling out for him but in a second his figure was running back, where she was.

His voice interrupted hers “Ruby! Ruby! Take cover!”another bullet now grazed his tight.

Both of them were on either side of the door, their backs to the wall and their heads turned towards the entrance.

Quick bullets flew all the way down the corridor to the entrance, preventing the two from controlling the situation.

“We need to rush in!” “Ya crazy! D’ya hav’ a death wish or som’thin’?” “Tangerine it’s the only way in! You have better ideas?!” The man only looked at her, his blue eyes pierced into hers “Just…just please Ruby, don’ get hurt.”

The woman smiled sweetly at him “You can call me (Y/n)” she said before jumping in action.

He followed her figure with a love sick look in his eyes.

a/n !

I know I know shitty ending, didn’t really know how to end this one. I still hope you all liked it and sorry if I’m posting frequently but I’m not home right now!

Love you all and take care! <3