#bullet train spoilers

[magnusedom]

Benito A. Martínez Ocasio (Bad Bunny) as The Wolf BULLET TRAIN (2022) dir. David Leitch

[tphobos]

[luveline]

for bullet train they made logan lerman at his peak loser hot level with the hottest accent and cadence ever n then they killed him twenty five mins into the movie

[stevesbestgirl]

Would you ever write for tangerine 🍊 Cause I would disintegrate of joy

Peachy

Tangerine x f!Reader

1922 words

Warnings: major spoilers for the first third of Bullet Train- for real, this follows the plot super closely, so please watch the movie first (I super recommend), mention of a dead body, alcohol, Tan being a flirt, maybe a little OOC Tangerine, but really he's just soft on reader, pet names, sexual content, swearing, thigh riding, reader really just says "fuck it, he's hot"

You gave a squeak of surprise as a disheveled-looking man crashed into the snack cart, pinching your fingers against the plastic seat edge. You ducked your head, stifling a curse.

“Hey, why don’t you watch where you’re goin’, mate? Bloody fucking hell, it’s not hard to watch out for a pretty lady, is it?”

You glanced sharply across the aisle at the man who had spoken, a chestnut-haired stranger with a neat mustache and sparkling blue eyes. The man who had bumped the cart muttered something in Japanese and continued on his way. While the girl staffing the cart was distracted, the handsome stranger across from you palmed two packages of cookies, tucking them in his coat and sending you a quick wink, as though you were in on the secret. 

You forced your gaze away, back to the open book in front of you, though you couldn’t stop a little smile, even sinking your teeth into your lower lip. 

“What is he, fucking blind or something?” he redirected his conversation back to the man sitting across from him, who had lighter hair and a darker skin tone. You stole another glance at the pair; they were wearing matching tweed overcoats, which was rather cute. You made a conscious effort to not eavesdrop, but he spoke to you directly again, “You alright then, love?”

Nodding quickly, you forced words out before you could fully process the fact that he was still talking to you, “I’m okay. Thank you- for speaking up, I mean.”

“Well someone’s got to, don’t they? Can’t have a pretty thing like you getting all banged up, can we?” That pulled a smile from you- a real one, which he seemed to appreciate, “Now that’s what I like to see.”

Your stomach was light at his attention and you found yourself wanting more of it, "What should I call my knight in shining armor?"

"Name's Tangerine." His companion made a comment you couldn't make out and received a glare, "And this here is Lemon. And what's your name then, sweetheart?"

“Do I get to pick a fake name too?” you teased.

Lemon laughed aloud, “I think I like her.”

Tangerine leaned across the aisle, offering you one of the offending snacks from the cart, waving away your protest, “You were reaching for something, weren’t ya? Before that prick came banging down the aisle.”

“Really, I’m fine, I promise-”

“Look love, I don’t even want this. If you don’t take it, it’s going in the bin.”

Reluctantly, you accepted his offering, though you raised an eyebrow, "If you didn't want it, why'd you steal it?"

Tangerine opened his mouth to reply, but Lemon beat him to it, "Because he needs therapy."

That made you laugh, "Don't we all." Tangerine glared at Lemon, like he'd stolen something from him. You smiled at him again, “Thank you.”

“You grateful enough to give me your name then?”

“Oi-” Lemon nudged Tangerine, “Sleeping beauty is awake.” And indeed, the young man with face tattoos seated beside Tangerine was coming around. You had assumed they weren’t together. 

Your heart sank a bit as they both redirected their attention, seeming to forget about you; you missed when Tangerine stole a glance back at you, having already resumed your reading. You didn’t have to make too much of an effort not to eavesdrop this time- they kept their conversation low, easily slipping under the constant din of chatter and the rattle of train on track. 

At least, until an argument started. Tangerine was the first to escalate and soon the pair were shouting numbers back and forth at each other, counting off some kind of tally. You decided that now was a good time to get yourself a drink.

The bar was unstaffed; you grabbed a glass and mixed yourself a drink, taking a seat by the window. You considered leaving money on the counter, but Tangerine had given you a dangerous little confidence boost. He was gorgeous- and he was trouble. He made you want a bit of both. You finished your drink as the train pulled into the station, leaving the glass on the counter and heading back to your seat. 

At least, you went in that direction, only making it down a car’s length through the traffic of disembarking passengers. Once the aisle cleared, you were left facing the only other person still standing, Tangerine. His brow was furrowed as he scanned the car, not seeming to find what he was looking for.

“Everything alright?” You stepped a little closer, almost bumping into him as he began moving forward, still gazing around.

His gaze snapped to you with such intensity that you started back, but he quickly softened, catching your elbow to steady you, “I was wondering where you got to, sweetheart.”

You gestured over your shoulder, “Thought I’d get a drink. Although maybe I should have waited for you- you kind of look like you could use one.”

“Er- yeah. One of our things is missing- a briefcase. You mind helping me look for it? Maybe I can get that drink on the way.”

“That’s awful about your things, of course I’ll help you look.”

“Knew I could count on you, love.” He captured your hand in his, warmth encapsulating your fingers and flooding your cheeks as he brought you with him down the aisle. “Now, it’s a silver briefcase, with a train sticker on the handle.”

You trailed after him, scanning the cars and finding nothing. By the time you reached the bar again, Tangerine was visibly frustrated, releasing your hand to smooth back his hair. 

You paused a second before resting your palm on his bicep, "Don't worry, we'll find it."

When he glanced at you, there was a glint in his eye, but his gaze flicked up over your shoulder. You glanced back; there was a man leaning up against the window, slumped like he might be sleeping. 

Tangerine took your hand from his arm and squeezed it softly, "Gimme a second, love."

He marched over to the man, giving his shoulder a shake, "You mind giving us a minute here, mate?"

But the man's head lolled, making his center of gravity shift. The body slipped from the seat onto the floor of the car, revealing a knife wound on the chest and dead eyes beneath sunglasses. Your gasp was lost under the curse from Tangerine. Stumbling back, you bumped into the bar, making the glasses rattle on the wall.

Tangerine didn't move to comfort you right away; he watched the way you struggled to look at anything other than at the body, the way you tensed when you failed. 

Then he approached slowly, his hands raised, "Alright love, I'm gonna need you to relax for me alright?"

"How are you so calm?" His eyebrows drew in, making him look rather guilty and your stomach twisted, "It's not really your briefcase we're looking for, is it?"

He planted his fists on his hips, blowing out a breath, "Of course it is." He sounded offended that you would even ask. "Let's put it this way: that briefcase belongs to a friend of mine. And if I don't get it back and return it to him, he's going to be very, very angry with me, understand love?"

"Oh my god, you're a thief."

"I am not a thief," he protested adamantly."I'm an assassin." And whether you like it or not, sweetheart, it looks like you're involved now." 

He expected you to cry, to be completely honest. Or he thought maybe you'd hit him- it wouldn't be the first time that had happened. But he didn't expect you to grin, "Does that mean I get a code name?"

"Er, sure." He cupped your elbow, "You're taking this very well. You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." You raised an eyebrow, "I thought you wanted to find that case."

Tangerine lifted a brow, seeming impressed, "How about pumpkin?"

"Pumpkin?"

"For your code name, love, keep up if you can," he grinned.

“I’m going to choose to believe you’re trying to be cute and not commenting on my weight.”

“Alright, fair. Clementine ain’t too bad though.”

“If you call me Clem, I swear-”

“Okay, okay, I’ll keep working on it.” He snapped his fingers, “Got it- Peach.”

You crooked an eyebrow, “I don’t hate it. Give it a go.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in that signature smirk of his just before he leaned in, pressing you against the bar with one hand on your hip and the other on the counter behind you. “C’mere, Peach,” he breathed the words up your neck, his nose tracing the line of your jaw before he cupped it in his palm, ghosting his lips over yours.

And then he smirked again at the way your lips parted in surprise, making heat rise in your cheeks, "Not bad, hm?"

"Alright Tan, you've made your point," you huffed, placing a hand flat on his chest.

He captured your wrist between his fingers, "And now we're getting cozy with each other." His voice was almost a hum, barely audible over the train, but you heard him clearly.

Your breath seemed to catch in your throat as you met those sparkling blue eyes and then his lips were on yours. His hands slipped over your waist to cup your hips, pulling you toward him as though he didn't already have you pinned to the bar. 

Not that you minded, wrapping an arm around his neck, you threaded fingers into his hair and held him just as tightly. His soft lips explored yours, surprisingly gentle compared to the way his hands were groping at your waist. 

He slotted his leg between your thighs, grabbing your hips with both hands, "We've only got a minute now, love, so I need you to do exactly as I say, understand?"

You nodded, the breathy affirmation leaving your lips not sounding much like you, "Yes Tan."

"That's a good girl," he breathed, sending sparks right to your core just before he dug his fingers into your hips, grinding you over his thigh. At the sounds of your strangled moans, he smirked, "You like that, Peach?" One hand left your hips to cup your jaw, his thumb grazing your lower lip as he lowered his head to your neck again, tongue tracing over the sensitive skin there and he continued to guide you along his thigh.

"Come on now, pretty girl, be a peach for me, will you?"

He chuckled softly at his own joke, his mustache tickling your neck, but the humor was lost on you as your breathing grew rapid, the pressure of his thigh between your legs making you gasp with each movement of your hips, guided by Tangerine's fingers on your hip, which were sure to leave marks when he let go.

You cried out, your hips moving in time with his guidance without your direction as you chased your release.

Biting down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, Tan hummed, "This is only just the beginning, sweet Peach. Because you belong to me now." He slipped his thumb into your mouth as you rode his thigh, the taste of him on your tongue sending you over the edge.

"Tan, T-" convulsions racked your body as an orgasm swept through you, slackening your muscles and leaving you panting against Tangerine's chest.

He cupped your chin, stealing a kiss from your lips before he smiled, “Come on then, we’d better get moving.”

[legends-of-apex]

'Bullet Train' info from the book: Lemon and Tangerine

**Spoilers for the ‘Bullet Train’ book and film below**

This is not an exhaustive list of character attributes, just what I can currently remember after the reading the book awhile back!

[Click here to see posts on some of the other characters]

General

They're not brothers in the book but are said to bear a striking resemblance to one another and are therefore referred to by other characters as either 'The Twins' or 'The Fruits', implying they've had their operational names for awhile

They've been working together for 5 years when the book begins and are renowned in the industry for being very good at what they do but are slightly unhinged

They frequent an erotic bookshop in Tokyo run by an older woman named Momo to buy and sell information from/to her about the criminal underworld. Momo is very fond of them and even calls them whilst they're on the bullet train to check in and see how they're doing and give them advice on the other assassins on the train

They say that when die, they’ll keep coming back like the fruit that grows on fruit trees every year

They met Ladybug in a bar frequented by a lot of other assassins a few years before the events of the book and were said to look so similar that Ladybug couldn't tell them apart despite them having no blood relation

They’re both described as being tall with slightly longer hair and very conventionally attractive features

They’re real names are never revealed to the readers

Lemon

Like the film, he's very good at reading people and he relates people's behaviours to various characters from Thomas and Friends

He says he learns more of his life lessons from Thomas and Friends

Lemon is known for being very unpredictable and is considered to be the more deadly of the two because of this

His parents were neglectful alcoholics so he doesn't drink for this reason

He had his first kill when he was still in school

He thinks he's not physically able to die because if he was he'd have been dead a long time ago, in his opinion. However, he does die after being shot in the head by Prince in the climax of the book

Like the film, Lemon shoots Kimura, but the wound is unfatal

Lemon is fiercely loyal to Tangerine and pretty much no one else

He is described as a formidable fighter to the point where Tangerine doesn't even worry about him losing a fight to Ladybug

When asked by Prince 'why is it wrong to kill people?' Lemon essentially responds with 'It isn't'

He tends to wake up a lot later than Tangerine 

He is exceptionally good at remembering people’s faces 

He is remarkably intuitive and makes character-based judgments on people very quickly that are usually accurate. He then assigns people a character from Thomas and Friends based on their personality and gives them a sticker from his sticker book

Unlike the film, when Lemon gets shot by Prince he isn't wearing a vest. He gets shot in the head and dies. His body is soon found by Tangerine

Tangerine

Unlike his film counterpart, Tangerine in the book is described as being frighteningly calm and in control of his emotions at all times to the point where only Lemon can really tell when he's upset as he starts quoting a film or a book he likes

He reads a lot. He seems to prefer a lot of classic novels such as the works of Dostoevsky and Tolstoy (yes, including 'Anna Karenina’ lol) and he uses these as a basis for his worldview and morality

He tells Lemon that one of his biggest fears is dying alone

He is implied to have had a bad relationship to his Father, who is now dead

He is perpetually irritated by Lemon’s ramblings on Thomas the Tank Engine however he does prove that he’s been listening towards the end of the book when he sees the Diesel sticker on Prince’s jacket as was put there by Lemon

He’s described as being incredibly neat and clean, taking great care to wash his hands as thoroughly as a surgeon might before a procedure after going to the bathroom

When asked by Prince ‘why is it wrong to kill people?’ he responds with a philosophical ramble that lasts several pages of the book, quoting various philosophers as he does. His response amounts to him thinking that the concept of ‘crime’ in general is fluid depending on the country you’re in and is therefore meaningless in terms of moral value

When he realises that Prince was the one who killed Lemon, he hands Prince a gun as he says he wont shoot a child unarmed. He starts quoting Dostoyevsky and it is clear that he’s had some kind of mental break upon finding Lemon’s body

Ladybug walks in on this interaction and Tangerine turns around to fight him but falls in a gangway and breaks his neck upon hitting the ground

[frenchpuppycormier]

When Lemon stuck the Percy train sticker on The Son, as a little nod to his character Percy Jackson. Genius.

[serial-serializednovelreader]

[slimeysodaa]

my golden retriever with horrendous luck, oh how i love you 

[creamecafe]

The way that another of ATJ's characters is shot and dies in a movie while another can't live without them and that ATJ was their brother pains me sm. The cycle never ends 😭😭

[bonniesrg]

I know in the Bullet Train press interviews it's mentioned quite often that Aaron & Brian improvised a lot in their scenes with each other & most of that was kept in over what was originally written in the script.

The Scene where Lemon & Tangerine discuss their body count from The Son's rescue.

With Lemon denying that the bystander casualty is their fault & Tangerine says "What would Thomas say" & puts on a Liverpudlian accent for Thomas saying he would say to take responsibility for your actions.

I need to know if the Liverpudlian accent was always planned, as they knew Aaron could do it from playing John Lennon in Nowhere Boy, or if Aaron himself decided to go with that specific accent.

Either way it always makes me laugh, especially with Lemon seemingly so offended, he had to make sure The Son knew that Thomas did not in fact sound like that (Thomas slander 😀) & Tangerine following that up with his train "Hoo Hoo" sound effect.

[cinefiliz]

Logan Lerman in Bullet Train, 2022.

[venusthepirate]

yes I’m aware I’m breaking my own heart with this but the utmost care with which he gives Lemon his necklace and him struggling through his tears destroyed me

[eternalslover]

The son: hey I heard you like bad boys

Y/n: not really

The son: oh thank god

[garden-variety-jumo]

Listen. Listen. Listen. Listen. If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone

Time spent: 30 mins :]

[legends-of-apex]

Tangerine calling someone ‘love’ not once but TWICE… I am not well

[authorpendragging]

If I had a nickel for every time Aaron Taylor-Johnson played a twin who got shot to death which made their twin yell and then go on a rampage I would have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s crazy that it happened twice.