#love lemon and tangerine

[ameliathornromance]

“Is that him there?”

Wind blasts through the train tunnel, past you and your Orc Boyfriend. Your Orc, raised an eyebrow and followed your finger pointed.

The person you were referring to, a human male with waterfalls of black hair, curling at his shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot and contoured with black rings, matching his dark hair.

The phrase, ‘Love, not hate’ tattooed above his left eyebrow. His scowling at passers by, wrinkled nose and judgemental stare opposed the important sentiment he decided to ink his face with. Sitting on the bench, he jogged his knee to an invisible jig, chain around his neck swaying.

Your Orcs’ eyes flicked from the phone screen in his hand, to the suspect and back to the screen. “Yup.” He tucked the phone away in his jeans pocket. “Now, let me handle this.”

“No,” you put a hand against your Orcs shoulder, stopping him from moving towards the subject. “We talked about this, you always come on too strong. And this isn’t too dangerous is it? It’s just an escort job.”

The Orc wrinkled his nose at you, “don’t say it like that, you make it out to be that we’re some kind of prostitutes.”

You rolled your eyes, “you knew what I meant. I’ll go and make contact, you hang back behind me and step in if it gets to be too much!” And without waiting for a response, you approached the man.

“Hey, Mr Mimac.” You started gently. The last time Mr Mimac had been seen was three months ago in Monaco… Snorting some kind of white powder, surrounded by Fae show girls and gambling away all the money his… ‘law abiding’ father had given him as a 21st birthday present.

God knows if he was on anything now.

But that’s why you and your Orc had turned up. Your duo went by many names in underground spaces: Good & Bad Cop, Brains and Brawn, Summer and Snow – fitting really, considering both of your conflicting appearances & approaches.

Orcs and Humans don’t normally get together like the two of you do. But it’s good to have a balance on perspectives, isn’t it?

Even if you disliked the brashness and ruthless behaviour of your boyfriend, you couldn’t deny that it paid off to have a scary guard dog with you wherever you went. It made you feel safer, especially when dealing with things like this.

Mr Mimac Junior didn’t even spare you a glance, eyes still glancing around the stations platform in the same critical gaze. “We’re here on behalf of your dad, he’s asked me and my partner to bring you back to him. He’s very worried about you.” You explained as delicately as possible.

“Fuck off…” The Junior turned to you, his scowl deepening. “I don’t care what my father asked you to do.” His voice slurred slightly, a strong chemical smell hit you like icy water.

You opened your mouth to respond, try to ease him into coming with you. But there was no time.

“Alright,” your Orc Boyfriend spoke up from behind you. “The lady asked quite politely.” He growled.

Still, Mr Mimac did not move. He sent a glare at your Orc, “so? I don’t take orders from anyone, do you know who I am?”

Uh oh.

“This is how it’s going to play out, hm?” Within an instance, your Orc was in front of you, hands leaned on the benches arm rests, bent down to the Juniors height.

The man’s eyes widened, leaning as far as he could before hitting the tiled wall behind him.

Any trace of irritation had gone from Mr Mimac’s face as your Orc continued, “My lovely lady may be polite, but me?” Your Orc Boyfriend drew a sharp breath, air between his large tusks. “I’m not so nice. You’re going to do what the lady says, otherwise your father is going to get a bloody pulp of flesh, and when he asks why you turned up in that state, I’m going to say that you were refusing to co-operate and I had to use some light force… I might just have to even break that pretty little necklace you have,” your Orc flicked a dangling diamond chain from around the man-child's neck.

You stifle a sigh, covering your forehead and blocking your eyes from the scene.

“Now, you’re going to apologise and come with us quietly.” Drawing himself back to you his full height, your Orc looped his thumbs through his belt loop, waiting for the Human to respond.

The man’s eyes darted to you, then back to your Orc. “’m sorry.” Mr Mimac squeaked.

“Better.” Your Orc jerked the Junior standing, the three of you marching out of the train station.

*

Mr Mimac Senior thanked you both profusely as his son was led away by his mother. Mimac Senior handed you a briefcase and sent you both on your way.

Getting back into the car, you cracked open the briefcase. Taking a stack of bills, you examined them carefully as your Orc Boyfriend turned the ignition and turned the car around.

After checking the bills authenticity, you snapped the case closed. The clicking of the cars indicator punctuated the air.

“I told you I could handle it.” You said, quietly.

“You did. He was just behaving like a jackass.” Your Orc replied, checking the lane before pulling out of the drive way. “I’m not going to let anyone talk to you like that.”

Despite the point being lost on your Orc, you couldn’t help the smile on your lips. “Thank you.” You meant it, how could you not? He was only looking out for you. “I feel bad, you’re always doing the dirty work. You should get some time to sit back and handle the easy stuff.”

“You shouldn’t feel bad. Remember what we agreed? I get my hands dirty, you keep yours clean and deal with business.” The car stopped at the traffic lights. "You’re smarter and better at negotiating.”

Engine humming, the streaking of red light illuminating his appearance, your Orc turned to you. “I love you, you know." He held his hand out to you.

You took it, intertwining your fingers with his. “I love you too.”

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

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

Y/N: Why? What’d he say?

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

[venusthepirate]

“Could be Ebola. They bleed from their eyes.”

“Ebola ?”

“I’ll smell.”

“Don’t smell it.”

[sluttytangerine]

my heart belongs to the citrus bros and no one else

[clowwwwwn]

Чуваки я недавно решила пересмотреть фильм Быстрее пули и как-то так вышло, что я случайно купила книгу по которой был снят фильм и прочла ее залпом за 2 дня

[nocturnest]

lost in the fire

tangerine won't stop teasing you and you've had just about enough. luckily, you've got just the thing up your sleeve.

author's note: so i've been crazy about some of the weeknd's songs lately and came up with this amazing fic idea based off of it that i just had to try to write - i hope i did the song justice!

warnings: references to sex, light friskiness lol

On a train to Madrid, España...

The day had been one of constant teasing and playfulness between you and Tangerine. Well, mostly coming from Tangerine. You faked annoyance but were really just too flustered by his antics to react. It had started innocently - with a lingering look and then a mischievous grin. Tangerine would make offhand comments, his words laced with the subtlest of innuendos that had your heart rate beating out of your fucking chest.

At one point, during a lull in the conversation, Tangerine had casually reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his calloused fingers grazing your cheekbone. The simple gesture had you shivering, and you knew he had done it intentionally, gleefully reveling in the reaction he knew he could elicit from you.

Then there were the times when he would "accidentally" brush up against you, his arm or thigh pressing against yours for just a beat too long. You could see the amusement dancing in his eyes, daring you to call him out.

And whenever your gazes would meet, Tangerine would hold your stare, his eyebrow raised and blue eyes beckoning a challenge. He was taunting you, daring you to be the one to make the first move, to give in to the tension between the both of you.

The worst of it (which was really the best but you weren't going to admit that anytime soon) was when he would lean in close, his lips mere inches from yours, and murmur something simple, about the weather or a new book he'd read, but low and seductive. You'd find yourself caught in his gaze, unable to look away, until he would pull back with a self-satisfied smirk.

Lemon, despite being usually very observant, was blissfully unaware of what was going on. He would occasionally glance between the two of you, his face one of confusion, but he never seemed to catch on to whatever this was...

Eventually, you found yourself losing patience. Your desire to do something was becoming increasingly greater with every excruciating minute. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, to let him know exactly how much he was affecting you, how flustered he was making you.

An idea hit you. Music. You and Tangerine had started a tradition of sharing earbuds during your travels, be it train rides or flights. You both had created playlists and everything was organized from genre to occasion. Tangerine had an eclectic taste - an appreciation for some modern songs but also British rock from the 90s, 60s, and 70s. He had shared some of his favorite songs with you and you had done the same. It was nice, sharing your music preferences with him, sharing a part of yourself with him.

But that was beside the point. Inconspicuously, you pulled a set of earbuds out of your bag as you often did during your travels. Meanwhile, Lemon sat across from you, watching the newest series of Thomas on his phone.

Tangerine always let you pick the first few songs, so you started off innocuously, playing a few tracks that you both enjoyed as you thought of a specific song to really make him lose his shit. One came to mind. Carefully, you cued up The Weeknd's Lost in the Fire and pressed play, your gaze fixed on Tangerine's face as you waited for the first sultry lyrics to fill the shared earbuds. Tangerine read from one of his novels, tattered from being read many times. He was distracted, tapping along to the music along the folding table.

I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on.

Tangerine's reaction was immediate - his head snapped in your direction. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed a spectacular shade of red. You, on the other hand, remained the picture of composure, humming along to the melody as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

You're the only one I've got my sights on.

Tangerine took a deep breath. Lemon, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, looked on in confused fascination, his gaze darting between the two of you, trying to decipher the unspoken words.

You shrugged and rolled your eyes and Lemon returned his attention to Thomas and Friends, albeit with a look of uncertainty.

Type of sex you could never put a price on.

I'll take it off, you're the one I'll roll the dice on

Tangerine choked and spluttered until he started coughing. Lemon looked up again, this time genuinely perturbed, "You alright, mate?"

It took everything you had to hold in your laughter as you put on a look of concern, you reached over to place your hand on Tangerine's forehead, "Yeah, Tan? You look a little flushed."

He scowled in your direction and brushed your hand aside. Clearing his throat and avoiding your eyes, he responded to Lemon, "Ehm, I'm fine. Just fuckin' peachy."

Lemon squinted, skeptical, "Really? Because-"

Frustrated and evidently losing his goddamn mind just as you intended, Tangerine spit out, “Yes ya bell-end! Just go back to your fuckin’ show…”

It seemingly required a lot of effort just for Tangerine to speak in his condition. You preened while Lemon just rolled his eyes, putting on his own earbuds despite still being very doubtful of the stability of Tangerine’s mental state.

The music continued, the chorus ending and the next stanza beginning. Tangerine seemed to be convinced that it was over - whatever this little game of yours was. Alas, you were most certainly not done.

She gon' ride on top your face

While I fuck you straight

With the arrival of those words, he let out a sound that was a mixture of a squeak and a whimper. Tangerine's eyes remained fixed on you, a mix of disbelief and something akin to hunger etched across his face. The lyrics continued to pour through the shared earbuds, each word dripping with innuendo.

As the chorus repeated, you slowly dragged your foot along his calf, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. Tangerine shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers tightening around the arms of the chair. He pulled on the collar of his shirt, still red in the face.

The song continued, the suggestive lyrics filling the air, and Tangerine looked on the verge of unraveling. Lemon glanced between the two of you, probably still wondering what the fuck was going on.

Eventually, you won. Tangerine could no longer contain himself. He stood up from his seat, muttering expletives and something about needing a "breather." You watched as he hurried towards the train's bathroom, and without a moment's hesitation, you followed closely behind, slipping into the cramped space and locking the door behind you.

The tension in the small space was palpable. Tangerine stood before you, leaning against the sink, his chest heaving and his cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of red.

"What - What the fuck are you playin' at?" he demanded, his voice strained with a mixture of both frustration and barely contained longing.

You were enjoying this immensely, seeing him undone by your actions for once. You couldn't help but smile, your gaze locked with his as you leaned back against the door. "I'm not quite sure I understand, Tangerine," you purred, feigning innocence. "I was simply enjoying some music with you, like we always do."

Tangerine struggled to maintain his composure, his Adam's apple bobbing with a nervous swallow.

"You know exactly what I mean," he growled, his fingers twitching as he took a step closer. You could feel the tremor in his touch as he reached out to grasp your wrist and pull you closer to him.

"Don't play fuckin' games with me," he growled, his lips mere inches from yours. "You know exactly what you're doing, and I want to know why."

You let out a laugh, meeting his gaze and refusing to back down under the intensity of his stare. "Maybe I just wanted to see how you'd react," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He narrowed his eyes at you, "Ya having a laugh, are ya? You're fuckin' teasing me is what you're doin'."

You were just beginning to realize Tangerine's closeness to you and tried to feign nonchalance, "How is it any different than when you do it?"

For a moment, his features softened and he looked pained, "Because I actually mean it."

Your breath hitched. You hadn't thought this part through nor had you anticipated his honesty. This isn't how you had expected this train ride to go, Tangerine cornering you in the bathroom, his eyes wild and filled with desire, his hair slightly disheveled from running his hands through it. But you welcomed it, probably because you cared for him beyond belief and had been pining for him for God knows how long.

Your eyes dropped to his lips. When he noticed your gaze, Tangerine's eyes darkened with something primal, a hunger that mirrored your own. His grip on your wrist tightened, his thumb tracing slow circles over your skin as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours.

"Is this what you want, love?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Me to make a move?"

He leaned forward and you felt a hardness against you. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words reverberate through you. "Yes," you breathed.

With a low growl, Tangerine closed the remaining distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss, one of passion and pent-up desire.

His hands moved with purpose, tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole. Every brush of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, each caress leaving you breathless and wanting more. His mustache tickled your skin and you found that you enjoyed the feeling, it was so very him.

His hands moved with purpose, tangling in your hair. You melted into his embrace, your own hands trailing up his chest and clinging to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.

You gave a light tug on his hair, your fingers grabbing his curls, and he let out a small whine. His tongue danced with yours, his touch leaving you to crave even more.

You could feel the desperation in his touch, the barely restrained hunger that had been coiled tight within him finally unraveling. He crushed you against the door, his body pressing into yours, and you reveled in the sensation of his firm muscles against your curves.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, Tangerine's eyes were alight with a smoldering intensity that made your heart race. His forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips.

He murmured you name, his voice low and ragged, "You have no idea what you do to me."

You smiled, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, reveling in the smoothness of his skin. "Then show me, Tangerine," you whispered, challenging him.

With a barely contained groan, Tangerine surged forward, reclaiming your lips in another kiss that left you weak in the knees.

"Fuck me," he murmured against your lips, "You're going to be the death of me, ya know that?"

@kpopgirlbtssvt @little-miss-dilf-lover @sebsbarnes @kiss-me-cill-me @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @j23r23 @spookyspecterino @liukangsgirl @azureseacloud @pretty-little-mind33 hope you guys enjoy!

[tangerinesgf]

New nickname for Tangerine unlocked: baby orange🍊 <3

[professionallydeadinside]

Giving them hairstyle privileges wasdfghgf

[discodiscodemon]

couple of.... sillies :^)

[leosdooley]

THIS IS MY BROTHER: LEMON & TANGERINE

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4

ann brashares, my name is memory // bullet train (2022) // maurice sendak // natalie diaz, a brother named gethsemane // dan pearce // over the garden wall, “hard times at the huskin’ bee” // erica e. goode // taylor jenkins reid, daisy jones & the six

[diviedrawn]

You guys should watch bullet train if you haven’t, so so good

[eld0ts]

demanding, through tears, a spin off for the twins 🍊🍋

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Okay-

Hear me out…

Tangerine grounding his daughter for the first time because she used her hacking skills to help the Twins find the person they’ve been tracking (for them to… End them)

this would happen. Omg

“Not too sure your dads gonna like this..” Lemon mumbled as you typed away on the computer.

“Relaxxx… I know what I’m doing. I’ve done it tons of times to stalk people.”

“Wh- you know what, I don’t even wanna know.”

“Better if you don’t. It’s surprisingly easy, and everyone’s passwords are extremely easy. I mean this guys was literally password123.” You shrugged. It loaded up and you both waited.

“He’s currently… there.” You said, pushing a few more buttons and clicking on his location. You turned your chair to him, feet still on the desk.

“You’re a fuckin’… genius.” He said with a smile, patting your shoulder and taking your seat.

“So, Im getting my 30 dollars right?”

“Yeah, yeah, just go before your dad-“

“Before I what?” He stood at the doorway, arms folded and leaning against it.

You gulped and turned around.

“I was never here.” You said, trying to pass him when he grabbed your wrist.

He looked at the screen and nodded at Lemon.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, you know, it’s nothin’ really, mate-“ he tried to hide the screen.

“Really? Cause to me it looks like I caught ya both red fuckin’ handed. What have I said about-“

“Getting into people’s phones because if they find out I did it I’m in major trouble and could get hurt doing it.”

“So then why the fuck did you-“

“Hack into his phone?”

“Quit finishing my sentences!”

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Who’s location even is that..?” He looked to Lemon.

“It’s uh.. well you remember that guy we were fighting, that slipped away..?”

“Oh my god, you fucking kidding me? He’s fuckin’ extremely-“

“Extremely dangerous, why would you do that?” You mocked him.

“He’s not dangerous, he’s jus’ fucking slippery.. but yes!”

“Cause it looked like you guys were struggling.. clearly. It’s been like what, a week or two?”

“Three.” Lemon corrected, Tangerine glared at him.

“Whatever. You’re- you’re fuckin’ grounded. You… come on.” He sighed, looking at Lemon.

“What?! Grounded?! I’ve never been grounded- the fuck you mean grounded?!”

“Language. And I mean you’re stayin’ in that damn room and thinking about-“

“The consequences your actions have-“

“Quit mocking me!” He slammed the front door.

“Jesus, the anger issues on that man.” You rolled your eyes, and went into the living room anyways.

“I see you.” Tangerines voice said suddenly, you jumped and fell off the couch.

“Wh- the fuck?! I didn’t know you had fuckin’ cameras.”

“Everywhere except the bedrooms and bathrooms.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“Good, because I’d rather not have you see me in the shower. I sing a lot.” You mumbled under your breath, and went to your room.

“Whatever. Jus’ stay in the damn room unless you need to fuckin’ take a piss or your starving.”

you flopped onto your bed and sighed.

“This is what I get for being so badass.” You huffed.

[venusthepirate]

Aaron Taylor Johnson and Brian Tyree Henry respectively saying their code names would be Daffodil and Lavender is >>>

[sluttytangerine]

🚉

[orangecrush]