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The desperation in this guy's eyes.

My boy nearly died (presumably forced to protect Charlie by his deal), and wants to escape and strike back more than anything.

Requested, image description/edit: Alastor having a breakdown from nearly getting killed by Adam, hands grabbing his head, his red eyes darting around and his perpetual smile is extremely strained, baring gum.

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Howdy! It's me again

How are you? I hope you are fine, and if not, then I encourage you from here!

Well, I would like to order something in which our dear Willy gets a little jealous because someone entered the factory and started flirting with his partner (reader) And that leads to a very affectionate moment between reader and Willy

Por cierto, qué le pones a los pedidos que escribes? Los siento muy emocionantes y me ponen a chillar a veces SJSGGWUW

(By the way, what do you put in the orders you write? I find them very exciting and they make me scream sometimes)

.—🌻

Tensions in the Factory [W. W]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

nota: ¡me hace muy feliz que te guste lo que escribo! creo que sólo se trata de hacerlo con amor (¿o algo así? jaja) Lamento haber tardado, entré a un trabajo durante vacaciones y apenas me queda tiempo, pero espero que sea de tu agrado, girasol:)

[ENG: It makes me very happy that you like what I write! I think it's just about doing it with love (or something like that? haha) I'm sorry it took me so long, I started a job during vacation and I barely have time left, but I hope you like it, sunflower:)]

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

“Your factory is impressive, Mr. Wonka,” said the man next to the boy, with a satisfied smile on his face after the tour he had given him.

Willy was pleased with the investor's recognition that he intended to finance a new branch for Wonka chocolates and if everything continued as expected, he knew that that same afternoon they would be signing a contract.

“I'm glad you like it. This is where all the magic happens, so I hope that with that new store things are even more promising for us.”

He wanted to add something else when, suddenly, he was interrupted by the vision of a person; it was you, beckoning to him from the other side of the factory with a board holding papers. He knew it had to be something important or else you would have waited, so he apologized to the young man at his side and walked quickly until he reached you.

“Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, but one of the machines that churns the chocolate is jammed and making a mess in there, do you think you can check it?” you murmured, sounding slightly worried about the situation.

“Yes, I'll go right away. While you will talk to Mr. Salt? Tell him to excuse me for a moment”

"Yes, I will do it"

“You're an angel, thank you for letting me know,” he said goodbye, gently caressing the side of your face and practically running to solve the problem you had just told him about.

The man looking at you curiously from the other side couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than Willy and he was handsome, dressed in a gray formal suit that was worthy of a businessman. You had heard that he had a lot of money and although at first the chocolatier was not very convinced, after thinking about it better he believed that it was a good time to expand his horizons; that included having more stores to sell more chocolates. He had told you about the idea and you had been excited about it, so you motivated him to contact interested businessmen.

Although you didn't really enjoy talking to strangers, you took a deep breath and walked over to where the man was to greet him.

“Mr. Salt?” you said timidly, to get his attention. He watched you for a moment and when he got a better look at you, then he smiled hugely.

“Just call me Henry, Henry Salt. It's my pleasure," he replied, reaching out to shake your hand a little longer than expected. "Are you Mr. Wonka's secretary?"

It wasn't the first time a guy thought that about you, after all you were always behind your boyfriend with that board in your hand, writing things down, checking the operation, and reminding him of everything, however, Willy had always said that you were his partner and he wouldn't expect anyone to disparage your position: this factory belongs to both of us, he always said. 

But it was easier to say yes than to explain all that.

“Something like that. He asked me to tell you that he had to attend to an emergency, but that he will be right back.”

"Oh, sure. There is no problem with it as long as you keep me company” he said happily.

The man was looking at you up and down, as if you were the most interesting thing he had seen in the factory so far, but you didn't notice it, because you were too focused on the thought of how Willy was handling the machinery.

“Did you like the factory?” you exclaimed, trying to get a topic of conversation that would kill the silence that had enveloped you.

You could tell that he was an educated man, because he immediately started talking to you about the structure of the building, finances, what a good investment it would be to open a branch and also about how much he loved chocolate.

“I have a daughter named Veruca. She is just a baby, but I hope to be able to give her everything she wants in the future. I only plan to work to fulfill her whims”

“Ow, that's sweet,” you tried to flatter. At least his motives were noble.

“She looks a little like you, actually. You are very beautiful"

You had to admit that the comment threw you off, but you still laughed nervously. Maybe he was just trying to be nice to you, so you could persuade Willy to close the deal with that man.

“Huh, I appreciate it, Mr. Salt.”

“What are your favorite chocolates? I imagine that being here you eat them in droves, right?” he murmured.

You hoped that with that the conversation would take a different direction, so you started talking to him about all the types of chocolates that Willy prepared for you: the sweet ones, some salty ones, the magical ones, the strange ones...

“But I think my favorites are definitely the mint chocolates. They may be simple, but Mr. Wonka prepares them in an exceptional way," you said dreamily, remembering that upon discovering it he had prepared an entire jar just for you.

“When the branch is open, you can stop by to eat all the mint chocolates you want. At a special price for special ladies”

You laughed at that, not so much out of desire but out of commitment to the potential client. Suddenly a hand was placed on your waist and when you turned in the direction of the body that had approached you, you noticed that it was who it could only be. You frowned slightly when you noticed that he was frowning, as if something had bothered him.

“I'm sorry I was late. Everything is in order now, would you like to accompany me inside, Mr. Salt?” he said. His voice sounded calm and stern, without that cheerful tone he always had, and he still had one hand planted firmly on your body.

“Of course,” the chocolatier made a sign for the opponent to start walking and he did not take his eyes off him at any time, noticing that Mr. Salt was looking at you with the same interest.

If he was unhappy with something, he didn't say it, and he just left a gentle kiss on your head.

“See you in a bit, okay?” You nodded and pushed him just a little, inviting him to follow the businessman you had just spoken to. He got lost down the hallway and you returned to your tasks, not imagining the feeling that was bubbling in your partner's chest.

“That man is a complete idiot.”

You were surprised to hear the boy use those words and, above all, by the furious tone with which he had expressed himself. You interrupted your tasks of making dinner to pay attention to him.

“Who are you talking about?

“From Mr. Salt, of course! I didn't sign the contract with him. Don't even think about it, he's a… a complete nutcase”

"What are you talking about? What happened?" you asked, completely surprised by what he was telling you. You put everything aside to approach him and held his face to analyze his expression: it was extremely strange to see him this upset “Honey?”

“He was flirting with you! Don't think I didn't notice, when I left, he... he started talking to you that way. And not satisfied with that, he called you my assistant and then he hinted that he wanted a romance with you. He said punctually: I hope that, if I open this new branch, you will send your pretty assistant to help me with everything necessary” he was red with anger as he said that and he had to breathe for a moment to compose himself. "So I told him immediately that there was no deal if he dared to talk about my wife like that.”

There was too much to process at once. You felt disgusted at the idea that another man had shown interest in you, but at the same time you were surprised by how he had reacted. Willy wasn't a possessive husband, but right now you were feeling something strange about this side of him.

“You don't have to worry about that…”

“Of course I have to. You're beautiful and I'm sure everyone realizes that, but I won't let anyone look at you like he was looking at you. It is my job to protect you and that includes not entering into relationships with those who want to take advantage of you.”

He sounded sincere and passionate when he spoke, convincing you that he was very serious about the matter. Contrary to what he expected, you smiled and cupped his cheeks again to kiss him on the lips. He melted at the touch, you knew it by the way his shoulders completely relaxed and his hands came up to hold your elbows during the seconds you were kissing him.

Once he was more relaxed, you spoke.

“It's all right, love. Can you calm down?” you asked him. Your hand began to gently caress his cheeks and your eyes looked pleading, something he couldn't resist. “You shouldn't have wasted such an opportunity, but... I appreciate that you rejected it. For me"

“I would do anything for you,” he said immediately. Suddenly he felt the urge to kiss you again and he did, deeply and lovingly. You didn't resist.

“You're my only boy, you know that? No one in the world could take me from your arms” 

“That's not my fear, I know that nothing can separate us” he assured you, smiling from ear to ear. That's how sure he was about yours, that agreed with the pair of rings on your fingers “Besides, there will be more opportunities, you don't have to feel guilty about anything.”

“I don’t,” you exclaimed, to reassure him. You knew he had done the right thing and you loved him for it “Are you hungry? I'm making you something for dinner” you confessed and then he nodded.

He could smell what you were cooking and when you reached out to stir the contents of the saucepan with a stick, he hugged you from behind, starting to talk about something more trivial than that failed business and feeling clearly relaxed, now that he knew he was and he would always be the only owner of your heart.

#wonka 2023 #willy wonka x reader #wonka x reader #wonka movie #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee x reader #willy wonka #wonka fanfic

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Dating Tangerine headcannons😼😼

Sorry for the wait, just hadn’t had enough time with school and stuff!! Forgive me!! <3

More loving’ for you

Summary: just some simple and sexy headcanons for our dear Tangerine🍊

Notes: obv sexual content, mdi, English not my first language, grammar errors, no proofread, swearing, canon violence.

- sfw !

we already know that Tangerine is mean to everyone but obviously has a soft spot for you and you only.

Only you.

His grip would be strong around your waist and his face would always have a sulking face.

But when he knows that another suitor won’t back away from you, his hand would already be on his gun.

“Tan, somebody could see you.”

“Let them see, love. I’m goin’ to put on a fuckin’ show for them.”

Just Tangerine being…Tangerine.

He would always remember every little detail you tell him. Last week you mentioned something you deeply liked?

Be prepared for something related to that the next day. A gift, a date, a trip.

Literally anything.

“I r’member you mentioning it last week, so I brought this for you.”

And then you would receive the biggest and most expensive gift.

Would watch romcoms with you.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

At first he would show the most disgusted face on earth.

But then

“Wait but wasn’t she with the other guy? Then why she’s with him now?”

When he gets involved into the show he would act like a teenager.

Would gossip so much about it.

However, he would never watch Twilight.

Thinks it is “the shittiest movie ever made by man.”

Often would return home with a small gift for you.

It could be literally everything.

Jewels, flowers, chocolates, perfumes, makeup. Anything.

He simply loves showering you with gifts and love.

One of his top love languages is in fact gift giving.

He has the money. So let him spend some on you!

He would always have an hand on you. He needs to feel you everytime.

Arm around your shoulder, hand in your jean’s back pocket, hands locked together, hand on your waist, hand on your tight.

He’s quite touch-starved since his job doesn’t allow him to stay at home so often.

And surely staying away from you is pure hell for him.

If you’re having a bad day he would comfort you in the best way possible.

Expect your favourite movie on the tv, ready to be seen, your favourite blanket on the couch, your favourite mug with your favourite tea and snacks on the coffee table in the living room.

And, of course, Tangerine in casual clothes waiting for you with open arms and a soft smile under his moustache.

“Knew you had a bad day so I’ve pr’pared all this…”

“Tan, you didn’t need to…”

“Ev’rything for my girl.”

HE IS A FLIRT

he would always find a way to fluster you.

Inside or outside. He has no shame.

It could be with words or flirtatious remarks…

…but when know that this motherfucker loves to touch you.

So expect slight inappropriate and flirty actions in public.

Smack your ass, kiss your neck, suck your neck, caress your tights…

This man would do anything and nothing could stop him.

However, he’s always ready to compliment you and then flirt and embarrass you.

He can go from

“This outfit looks great on you, love”

to

“Those jeans makes your tights look so delicious. Just wanna bury my face between them.”

…so yeah.

- nsfw !

he loves pressing himself on you.

He wants you to feel how you make him feel.

You’re cooking something? He would hug your waist and bring your ass close to his hips.

Doing the laundry? He would grab your hips and jokingly but harshly thrust your hips with his.

You just need to understand the effect you have on him.

I like to think that he quite likes edging both you and him.

But his way of edging is harsh dry humping.

What’s best than grinding on each other but not feeling that complete sense of satisfaction?

When he feels horny but also lazy he just starts making out with you and then, after some teasing, he would start grinding hard.

Even when still full clothed.

It turns him on knowing you two would get off but without the full intercourse.

Mating press, missionary and possibly cowgirl are probably his favourite positions.

He loves watching your face and all the expressions you make.

So he needs you to face him.

Always.

However, sometimes (rarely) he wants to give you the lead, so with the cowgirl position he can drink in all of you.

Somehow he would still be in the lead.

Jerks off to photos and videos of you.

He has an album full of all the sexy photos ;) you sent him.

He does that especially when he’s on a mission and he got extremely irritated.

He needs to blow off some steam somehow.

But sometimes he prefers to call you during the night, when he’s in his hotel room, alone ;) ;)

Would never do that if he’s with Lemon.

his pace normally would be at first slow and sensual and then fast but still romantic.

Unfortunately we know that he loses his temper pretty fast…

…so expect some angry sex from him…

…and also some jealous sex…

I MEAN— C’MON

For me it’s totally justified.

Would never be into knife play or gun play or any other type of kinks involving too much violence.

He wants to separate his work life from his private one.

Every day he already tries to protect you from possible threats due to his job.

But involving violence during your fun is a no no for him.

Don’t get me wrong, tho.

If you ask him to choke you or to slap your ass he would gladly do it.

It’s a subtle way to dominate you. And, of course, he wants that.

DIRTY TALKS !!

Like I said, he quite often ends up doing some angry sex with you.

So expect some ✨degrading✨ from him.

But it’s not always, tho.

So don’t worry.

Only when he’s angry or quite jealous.

Most of the time he praises you for pleasuring and loving him so much.

He can’t never thank you enough for loving him! <3

He would never be too loud while doing it.

But expect some groans and low moans near your ears.

He’s hella silent, ONLY WHEN you two are alone, like really alone, no lemon in sight, he moans slightly.

You are the only one blessed with his delightful voice.

#bullet train 2022 #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson #lemon bullet train #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #bullet train #lemon x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #fanfic #headcanon #nsfw #tangerine smut

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I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE.

price would be the type to tell you he’s too old for you and it would never work,

but then looks at you like this whenever you speak to him

#john price #older means more experience #price cod #captain price #we love older men

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SERVING MY NEW HYPERFIXATION HERE!!

TEASIN’

— jax x reader

summary: Jax loves to mess with you.

notes: English is not my first language, not proofread, use of nicknames, no use of (Y/n), female reader, digital corpse of a porcelain princess, FLUFF!!

Being with Gangle was really the best. No one annoyed you, pushed you to the edge, angered you. You were simply calm and collected when with Gangle.

She literally spread relaxing vibes and her voice was the most delicate and softest one you’ve ever heard.

When she felt anxious or tormented, you were there to comfort her. Especially if her tormentor was Jax.

The purple rabbit loved tormenting that poor soul, only because she didn’t fight back and drowned in her own sadness.

“Is the crack hidden enough?” Gangle’s quite voice reached your ears and your attention immediately shifted to her.

She was holding her broken comedy max, fixed with a bit of glue and some tape. “I can barely notice it.” I admitted.

“But Gangle, dear, can’t you ask Caine to fix it for you?” That was the easiest way to complete this task successfully.

Caine was literally the ringmaster and he was able to fix everything by snapping his fingers.

Her sad mask looked at you in the eyes and you could see her mind working. But when she opened her mouth to reply her face was showed down by a gloved hand.

“There was a bug on you.” Jax’s voice laced with cockiness and sarcasm. He had a big smirk on his face and from his eyes you could tell that he was enjoying the whole act.

As usually, Gangle simply sniffed, feeling blue due to Jax’s bullying. You glared at him and slowly crawled the poor ribboned-figure in your arms, wanting to comfort her.

The purple rabbit simply stared at you with amusement in his eyes. “You need to stop that, Jax. It’s not funny.” His smirk only widened. “Oh c’mon, sweetheart, how can’t you find this funny?” A mischievous sparkle flashed in his eyes only for a moment.

His figure leaned closer to yours, since he was taller, and playfully he twirled a lock of your toy hair, his smile bigger and flirtier than ever.

Gently, you urged Gangle to go to her room and hurriedly the ribboned-figure skipped away, leaving the two of you alone.

An angry pout was printed on your face but even if you were pissed by the rabbit you couldn’t help but blush a little.

Quickly you gently slapped his hand away from your hair, “Stop it, you’re irritating me.” You said annoyed, both of your arms crossed over your chest.

At that reaction Jax’s smirk widened more, if that was possible, and he stepped closer to you, a brow raised amusingly.

“Ooh, the princess is angry.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, entertained by this whole situation. “The I think you should punish me for my behaviour, your highness.” He crocked his head to the side, mocking your digital form and the status that came with it.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed loudly. Your patience was almost finished. With your delicate and pale fingers, you flicked his forehead, earning an annoyed groan from him.

Now he was looking at you bothered.

“Not so cocky anymore, huh, Bugs Bunny?” You mocked him back and when his eyes widened in surprise at your comeback you simply walked away elegantly.

You had won this round, it was clear, but unfortunately you didn’t notice how you had left behind a blushing rabbit.

A couple of days had passed since the episode between you and Jax, but you were sure to be close enough to madness.

He started annoying you more, even more than Gangle, and probably this was going to be your 13th reason.

When you were simply strolling around, enjoying some peace, he would always pop out of nowhere and prank you or tease you in every way possible.

He had always something to say, some mean and teasing joke, some prank thought and prepared only for you.

Jax felt the need to be near you.

And he craved for your reaction, any type of reaction, as long as he didn’t anger you to the point to not talk to him anymore.

“Stop following me, please.”

And now here he was, trailing behind you with his confident walk while you were trying to stay calm and collected.

The rabbit’s smile immediately showed mischievousness after your words and in a few steps he was by your side, his hands behind his head and whistling a tune.

“How can I stop following a beauty like you?” He eyed you, ready to drink in fully your reaction and he felt pride and a warm feeling spreading in his chest when he notice your light blush.

However his words weren’t fake, or at least for him. He really thought you were a beauty and the fact that your digital body matched perfectly with your elegant and exquisite manners made his heart thump a little bit faster than normal.

You huffed out more to hide your flustered state and picked up the pace of your walking. “Act decently.” You scolded him without looking at him in the eyes, your face still a bit red.

Jax chuckled and leaned closer to your face. His breath hit the shell of your ear. “I just can’t when you’re near me. You drive me crazy.” At that, your face erupted in a strong and warm blush, covering your whole face.

And due to the proximity of his face to yours, Jax couldn’t miss it.

“What princess? Do I make you nervous?”

“N-no! Never!” “But your face is saying otherwise.” His smirk too evident on his face for your liking, but your situation wasn’t better at all.

Your blush didn’t want to go away and this only fed his ego more.

But your heart also started beating strangely fast for your liking and you tried to ignore it with all your mighty.

Bashfully you turned your head to the other side.

Of course, Jax felt pride in his chest but it was replaced by the warm feeling again, making him feel content at the sight of you.

Gently his fingers lifted your chin and turned your head towards him, making you face him completely.

It was a smooth move, you must admit it.

And because of that, your heart thumped faster and harder, your eyes widened in surprise and your cheeks brightened again, followed also by the tips of your ears.

Your hands gripped the skirt of your dress and your whole body stiffened.

His yellow gloved hand slowly crawled over your cheek, cupping it and caressing it. Your mind was blank, taken back by his behaviour.

Firstly, he bullied you, made fun of you, pranked you, and now here he was, acting all nice and flirty with you. Was he bipolar or something?

Was he serious? Or was it only one of pranks?

Hurried but shorts clouds of breath left from your nose, your eyes darting from his eyes to his mouth.

You didn’t miss how his smile became smaller, almost non-existent. His eyes seemed bigger and they were closely analysing your features, travelling from your pretty eyes to your rosy lips.

You had him wrapped around your finger, he knew that. He was more than aware that he was down bad for you. But you simply didn’t seem to notice it.

“You know, sweetheart…” he started in a hushed tone “i wasn’t lying when I said that you were a beauty.” Your heart almost skipped a beat at his sudden compliment.

No words came out of your mouth, anxiously you started to gently chew your lower lip and his gaze locked on that sight. A breathy chuckle came from him.

“Oh darling, you shouldn’t be doing this…” he murmured, hid face leaning closer in an agonising pace.

Subconsciously you copied his action, his body leading yours. Your faces were extremely close. So close that his warm breath hit you face.

“Ah here you are! Gangle was worried about you!” Ragatha’s voice echoed through the room and in a swift motion you and Jax backed away from each other, your faces both a blushing mess.

But Jax recovered quickly and on his face already was his infamous smirk. He simply shoot at you a wink before walking away in the other direction, leaving you and Ragatha alone.

“H-hey are you okay?” Her concerned voice reached your ears and in a second your legs gave up and your knees came in contact with the floor.

“Oh gosh! Are you hurt?” You kept your gaze in front of you, where you last saw him. You didn’t utter a word out. And obviously Ragatha was becoming concerned by your strange behaviour.

“Please answer, you’re scaring me.” Her gentle hand was placed on your shoulder, softly rocking you side by side to wake you up from your shocked state.

Yes., you were fine.

But you simply couldn’t forget what almost happened between you and that mischievous purple rabbit.

#tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc caine #tadc kinger #tadc #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader

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Aw, dad!Tangerine is so cute. I can already see him legally adopting the baby so it can have his surname (whatever it may be)

The one and only

💌. Summary: Tangerine loves the child too much to surprise his girl and child with a unique gift…

or

…Tangerine can finally call the child his son.

💌. Warning: drabble, major fluff, fem!reader. English is not my first language!

The front door closed with a soft thud and lazily Tangerine took off his shoes.

A quite sigh left his lips and he cracked his neck, loosening his tense muscles.

He just returned from a simple mission, but it was inevitable for him to throw some punches and shoot someone.

Although he was exhausted, his mood could not be deterred by anything else as he brought only good news with him.

A small smile formed under his moustache as his hand flicked the inside pocket of his jacket.

“‘M home love!” He half shouted, announcing his return to his loving family.

In a second he was met with the sight of his loving partner and the child closely cuddled to your chest. “You’re not late.” You humoured, greeting the man with a peck on his jaw.

Tangerine chuckled at your words.

“Have a surprise for you both.” He mumbled sweetly, quickly searching for something into his inside pocket.

Your eyes observed him scrupulously, your confused gaze fixated on his moving hands. But your heart was beating with enthusiasm.

“Remember when I confessed ya how important you two were t’me? ‘Ve confided you how I wanted t’ call you both f’rever mine…” he started quite serious, his hand brought out from his pocket a folded piece of paper.

You continued eyeing him, not daring to interrupt him.

Even if he wasn’t showing it, he was really nervous. His fingers were trembling moderately. His upper lip twitching a bit.

When he unfolded the paper, his eyes scanned the words rather quickly, as he was trying to encourage himself to continue.

Slowly he handed you the document and your eyes widened at its context.

“So please, let me be the only and true father to this lad and let me show ‘im all the love he deserves.”

#bullet train 2022 #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train #lemon bullet train #lemon x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #fanfic

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˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ masterlist !

other fandoms and oneshots will be added later on !

𓆩 Bullet train 𓆪

Tangerine

Like a love story

↳ simple headcanons of tangerine meeting you and gradually falling in love.

Paired with a crush

↳ 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.

( The “Sweetener” series )

Sweetener

↳ Tangerine and Lemon finally decide to get off the train, but the twins notice a scared reader with her little baby… or … when Lemon convinces Tangerine to help a single mother.

Sweet dreams

↳ sometimes it’s difficult to sleep when a child has nightmares, but fortunately Tangerine helps the baby in every way possible… or …when Tangerine shows how he’s daddy material.

Unwanted texts

↳ unanswered texts from her, lead Tangerine to meet someone he already despised… or … Tangerine meets the baby’s biological father for the first time.

Daddy Tangerine

↳ just some headcanons.

Dad!Tangerine

Lemon

Against my morals

↳ during a mission, Lemon had to help a lost child find her mother… or … Lemon meets his future girl and kid.

Ladybug

𓆩 Spiderman atsv 𓆪

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Hobie Brown

Head over heels

↳ you are a new recruit, called in the hq by Miguel himself. Miles and the others were called to help you around and give you a tour, but Hobie finds himself wrapped around your fingers.

Finally Home

↳ Hobie has been occupied with different missions and he has stayed away from you for a long time… or … when Hobie returns home to you.

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter B Parker

Miguel O’Hara

𓆩 The amazing digital circus 𓆪

Caine

Jax

Teasin’

↳ Jax loves to mess with you

Ragatha

Pomni

Kinger (platonic)

Zooble

Gangle (platonic)

#bullet train 2022 #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson #lemon bullet train #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #atsv #spiderman #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #atsv miles #miles morales #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc zooble #tadc pomni #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus #jax x reader

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Finally home

💌. Summary: Hobie has been occupied with different missions and he has stayed away from you for a long time…

or

…when Hobie returns home to you.

💌. Warning: female reader, slight violence, mention of a panic attack, angst and then fluff, grammar errors. English is not my first language! I don’t know many British slangs!

It had been a long time since she had seen Hobie. Almost a week without him. He had been summoned by Miguel for a fairly complicated mission but fortunately one that he and the others could surely solve. Or so Miguel said.

But they were still not back. And Hobie was still with them. They had been gone for too long and she was starting to worry seriously.

(Y/n) knew perfectly well that the boy was able to defend himself thanks to his spider senses and powers, but that did not mean that he could not be injured.

And the worst part could have been him being injured and all alone. No one there to take care of him.

When she thought about that she only worried more, her heart started to beat faster, her anxiety increasing bit by bit, her hands getting really sweaty.

Her mind was getting dizzy, like a thick fog blurring all her thoughts and worries, and that alerted the girl more. Her not being able to being in control even of herself was only making things worse. She had to remain calm, but she couldn't when the only person chasing away all her worries was who knows where doing who knows what.

A shuddering breath left her lips, now as pale as her face. Her eyes were closed tightly, her forehead beaded with cold sweat and her chest was always moving.

Her breathing was laboured, too hurried and frantic. Her hand on her chest felt her heart beat irregularly, without precise coordination with her breathing.

Too many thoughts were piling up in her mind, too clouded by panic and anxiety to really care about them. Her eyes moved in different directions from behind her eyelids, as if she was following something invisible with her gaze covered.

Then suddenly everything ceased. The incessant noise in her ears, the tearing thoughts, the movement of her eyes behind her eyelids, the sweating, the laboured breathing, the irregular heartbeat.

Everything stopped. Her eyes remained closed and her ears perceived a different noise from the one that had reigned in the house for almost a week.

It was a very faint noise, as if something was opening in the air. Something very thin and very light, almost imperceptible.

A loud thud echoed across the floor. (Y/n)’s bare feet felt it clearly. Slowly her eyelids opened and her eyes adjusted to the atmosphere of the room.

With a staggering but light step, the girl crossed the flat until she reached the living room, which was covered in immense darkness. Not even the moonbeams could penetrate that darkness.

But her eyes, once accustomed to the atmosphere, could make out a figure. Someone was in her living room.

Her breath caught in her throat and unconsciously her trembling hand covered her mouth, to avoid attracting the stranger's attention.

Where the fuck was Hobie when he was needed?

The figure remained motionless in the centre of the living room, only a faint wheeze echoed in the room. But still no movement from it, no sound.

But even as the girl remained as still and silent as possible, the figure turned around in the darkness, initially appearing disoriented but then with slow steps began to approach the girl.

A terrified look appeared on her face. Involuntarily she took a step backwards, hitting a chair and making noise.

“I-I don’t know who you are o-or what do you w-want!” She stuttered out terrified, her hands stretched out in front of her as a form of defence.

“P-please…leave me alone!” It was becoming hard for her to breath, her heart thumping so loudly that even the sound arrived in her ears. Tears formed into her eyes.

The figure, hearing the girl's tone of voice, suddenly stopped, a deep choked sound escaped its lips but it ceased immediately.

Afterwards it coughed slightly. "’s me, love...'s me." A familiar male voice mumbled out loud enough for her to recognise the voice.

Another chocked cry left her lips, tears now rolling down her pale cheeks. The male with a groan crouched near her, his knees hitting the ground and slowly he dragged his figure closer to the female’s trembling one.

Big and warm hands gently cupped her face, his thumbs tried to dry the salty tears as best as he could.

Even if it was dark, her blurry vision caught Hobie’s appearance. His suit was ruined and ripped in certain spots. Dry blood also perfectly visible.

His face showed tiredness and fatigue, however his eyes conveyed softness, love but also slight regret. The regret of leaving her there alone for too long, making her worry.

“‘M sorry love, so so sorry. Shouldn’t have left you alone for so long.” He mumbled in caring tone, comforting her and lovingly caressing her face.

“H-Hobie…” she hiccuped, tears still rolling down her face and devastation written all over her face. She really got scared and already thought the worst.

But her lover’s touch immediately calmed her down, now her body just occasionally twitching and her breath still quite heavy.

Lazily, Hobie shook his head, his eyes manifesting all the guilt he was feeling. It was his fault if she had been alone for so long.

When Miguel recruited him and the others for a mission he thought it wasn’t going to be something so complicated. On the contrary, one of those easy mission he usually assigned to them. Because for Miguel they were just alborotadores. [troublemakers.]

A weak groan left his lips when suddenly he was met with (Y/n)’s crushing embrace, wanting to show him how much she had missed him. Even if he already knew that.

Softly Hobie pecked her head, his arms now wrapping around her smaller figure. “‘M so sorry love…I had to be quicker…” he mumbled quietly, his soul still heavy with regret.

He should have finished that damned mission faster and come home to her.

“You don’ deserve to be treated like this. Darling, you deserve more, so much more.”

The hero was expressing his deepest insecurities to her. He always thought that she only was worthy of someone who could shower her with love, not worry her constantly and always be there for her.

And Hobie knew that he couldn’t always fulfill these requests, only because he had different dimensions to take care of.

But for him, his main priority would always be (Y/n).

His train of thoughts had been interrupted by a little movement coming from the girl in his arms. She was slowly shaking her head in denial.

“…no…” she murmured lowly “…I don’t deserve anyone else…’cause you’re the only one I truly want…” her big glossy eyes were looking up at him.

“I only want to be with you ‘cause you’re the only one who can shower me with infinite love, who will always be here for me when I need and who can comfort me like a pro.”

Her voice was quite raspy but still music for his ears, and those words made his heart melt completely.

He surely didn’t deserve her.

A heartily chuckle left his lips, his face now more relaxed. “Love you s’much, love.” He murmured, pecking lovingly at her lips.

She pecked him back, a small grin on her lips. “I love you more, Hobie.”

— bonus !

“Love, y’know I can tend my wounds…” Hovie hissed breathily when the cotton pad was placed on a rather big cut on his arm.

“Shut the fuck up and let me be the good and caring girlfriend I am.” (Y/n) barked back in a second, her attentive gaze never leaving the injury.

At her words, his chest trembled with a loud laugh.

“My bad. I forget you’re also ma personal nurse.” A teasing smirk was plastered on his face.

In response she simply stuck her tongue out at him.

“Then I also think I need a special treatment, right doc?”

“I’m going to hurt you more Hobie. You better shut your trap.”

The smirk widened. He leaned his face closer to her ear.

“Make me.”

#hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown atsv #atsv #spider punk #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie brown x reader

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Tangerine after seeing the texts from (Y/n)’s ex:

#bullet train 2022 #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train #lemon bullet train #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #fanfic #memes image #meme #sweetener series

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Hello!!👋🏾 could I perhaps request dad!lemon headcanons or a one shot?

A’RIGHT! I👏🏻AM👏🏻IN👏🏻! We also need Dad Lemon, it’s important for our hearts!! <3 <3

Against my morals

💌. Summary: during a mission, Lemon had to help a lost child find her mother…

or

…Lemon meets his future girl and kid.

💌. Warning: fem reader, slight use of y/n, slight canon gore, swearing, made up names. English is not my first language!

The sultry summer air hit the crowded Italian city hard. Tourists filled the main streets and numerous alleys of the famous city of art.

Enthusiasts of Italian and Renaissance architecture stopped to observe the beauty of the period names and to learn more about their history.

But that was certainly not what Tangerine and Lemon were there for.

As usual, the two were in the beautiful city of Florence for a job, so they had no time to waste with visits or verses of amazement at the Renaissance beauties.

“Remind me, why do I have to do this?” Annoyingly asked Lemon through the phone, his eyes cautiously scanning the whole perimeter.

“I reckon you had lost a paper scissors stone match. Am I wrong?” Said the brother on the other end of the phone in a knowing tone but also teasing him slightly.

“I wasn’t ready.” “Oh you weren’t? Well, too bad. Your fuckin’ fault, not mine.” Tangerine blurted out acidly. It was too early to deal with his brother's complaints.

Lemon huffed audibly, continuing to look around as if searching for something. Or rather someone.

With the phone still close to her ear, Lemon's attentive gaze scanned each and every face. One by one.

“Since you decided to fall asleep soundly like a baby yesterday, here's what you have to do.” Tangerine's voice partly awakened him from his trance-like state.

Lemon only hummed in response, his gaze still fixated on the big crowd of people.

"Apparently, our target is young woman, name's (Y/n). I've sent ya a photo of her. Be careful and don't fuck it up, Lemon." Tangerine hang the call harshly, his tone clearly expressing his earnestness.

Lemon slipped the phone into his jacket pocket after rolling his eyes at the last words spoken by his brother. He knew that Tangerine actually cared about him, but he also wanted to prevent the customer from becoming dissatisfied.

Not only would it have been unprofessional on their part, but they might have lost their skin as well.

His phone buzzed again and with a soft groan he picked it up again and noticed that this time it was a message. The target's photo.

Why would someone kill a woman, he thought with furrowed eyebrows, often lifting his head to scan the people there, unless she's a killer or a heartless bitch.

But just looking at the photo, Lemon came up with the conclusion that his target wasn't a Diesel at all. But a job was a job, so he had to finish it as fast as possible.

Only when his eyes locked with a particular figure, he took action. Swiftly and quickly he moved across the large crowd of people without tearing his gaze from the spotted target.

It was the same woman from the picture and he had to follow her in order to complete his job succesfully.

The female moved smoothly and gracefully among the tourists and Lemon almost lost her in the crowd a couple of times. Almost.

Then, when he was at her heels, just a few inches divided them, his phone rang. Lemon cursed silently, hoping that the woman hadn't heard him. His pace slowed down a bit and he picked the call.

"Bruv, have you found the target yet?" Tangerine's voice reached his ears and his face wrinkled into a sour expression.

"Almost had her, if you hadn' fuckin' called..." mumbled quietly Lemon into the phone, his tone mostly stern and irritated. He liked to finish things quickly, so he didn't have to lose unrequired and precious time.

Time he surely could be spending watching Thomas and Friends.

"Don't get your fuckin' panties in a twist. I'll call you every twenty minutes to cheek up on ya." The other referred solemnly in a flat tone.

"Look how you're enjoyin' giving me orders sittin' comfortably at a fucking bar--" he spat out in a sarcastic tone, lightly envying his twin.

"Stop actin' like a fuckin' baby and move y'ass." His brother argued back, ending the call brutally, leaving Lemon with his sour expression.

He knew his brother was simply concerned about him, but stressing him out like that wasn't healthy at all!

Only when the call ended, the man spotted the woman enter an small alley almost hidden from view. It was common to find such alleys in Italy, but these were so intrigued and intertwined with each other that they formed a real maze.

Closely Lemon chased the young woman and he plainly was astonished by her speed and grace. Her body moved so graciously and freely that she could even be compared to a nymph.

Her pace slowed as she approached a doorway. The man copied her movements, staying hidden behind a wall. Her figure now motionless, as if waiting for something. Lemon noticed how her gaze often fell on her wristwatch.

Undoubtedly she was waiting for someone.

This was his moment, he thought with a determined look on his face.

He studied the area well to make sure that no witnesses could make the job more complicated.

With a plush but quick step, Lemon approached the young woman, gun ready in hand but still concealed in his jacket.

Let's make this quick, he thought.

When the distance had shortened considerably, Lemon kicked out his gun and aimed at the woman's head, never slowing his pace.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

He froze on the spot. A child's voice reached his ears out o f the blue, his gaze widening at the sight.

From the main entrance of a building, a little girl happily skipped towards the woman, engulfing her legs in a tight embrace. Lovingly the woman patted the little one's head.

But by now Lemon was too close, and with confident gesture he had already removed the safety catch. The sound made the woman turn her head.

Swiftly she covered her daughter eyes by bringing her face in her lap. Her facial features were twisted with hardness and solemnity.

No words left her mouth, her rosey lips into a thin line.

Although his face did not show any other feelings, Lem could not help but be impressed. Surely he had been left speechless by such a majestic figure.

Quickly the man lowered his weapon.

“Woah woah woah! No one told me ‘bout this!” He spat out anxiously, seemingly not expecting such a plot twist.

The woman took a step forward, hiding the little one behind her. Her gaze fixed on the man.

“The Rider sent you, didn’t he?” Her rigid tone sent chills down Lem’s spine. And this was the first time in his life. Not even the unbearable anger of his brother.

But Lemon didn’t answer.

“Look” he sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose “just…please wait here love.” Hurriedly he grabbed his phone and typed a number.

“So? You done?” Tangerine’s bothered voice echoed through Lem’s head. “We hav’ a problem bruv.” “Fuck hav’ y’done?” His dark eyes darted from the child to the woman.

“There’s a child.” “What d’ya mean a child?” Lemon exhaled loudly “There’s a child with the target.” The phone line fell dead silent.

Then a heavy sigh.

“We can’t do it. It’s immoral.” “I know it’s immoral. What should I do?” Suggested Lemon, never tearing his gaze from the woman.

“Just—“ but Tan’s voice was harshly interrupted by a loud bang resounded in the alley, shortly followed by another and another one.

Lemon cursed under his breath and with quick steps he urged the couple to follow him closely.

His eyes were pleading them to follow him.

And without breathing out a sentence, they followed the gentle sour fruit.

Lemon opened the large door of the building with a well-aimed kick, managing to open it with a sharp snap and without attracting attention. "Move move!" he silently whispered, urging them to follow his request.

When they managed to lock the entrance they were met with an almost silent building, afternoon sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, giving the room a hint of mystery. The outside shots muffled successfully.

Hastily Lemon loocked at the woman, his breath shaky from the sudden running. "'S there 'nother way out?" He panted out, catching his breath as best he could.

Nervous eyes moved from one part to another of the building, her mind clearing retracing the blueprints of the apartment complex. Then her face lit up.

“The garage! This way!” She whisper-yelled, already moving to pick her daughter up. But Lem’s hand stopped her. “Let me.”

And with a quick motion he picked the little child in his arms, placing gently his hand on her head to cover her from the gunshots outside.

The woman observed the whole scene with wide eyes, clearly not expecting something like this from a contract killer.

Only when shaken off by her dozing state, she guided the man towards the secondary exit.

They both were running, leaving the gunshots behind.

“I’m Lemon by the way.” He panted out in a rather quiet tone.

The woman looked at him and sent him a faint smile. “(Y/n.)” she answered.

I know, he thought, smiling back at her.

The couple was now walking peacefully, long away from the sudden accident. The small girl was fast asleep in Lemon’s arms and even if the mother proposed to take her from him, he always refused, not wanting to wake her up.

But in reality, Lemon was just enjoying this moment. He didn’t know how or when but the small child already occupied a soft spot in his heart.

No words were shared between the two, they simply enjoyed the animated atmosphere given by the young tourists enjoying their night.

The two just kept walking at a slow pace, neither of them wanting to part ways. They finally got along.

Lemon discreetly shot her a glance, trying to memorise her beauty before being called back by his brother.

He still didn’t receive any calls from him. And it was quite strange. But he didn’t worry much since he knew that Tan was safe and sound at the hotel.

It was still quite late.

Only when they reached another apartment complex, far from the other one, they both stopped. Their eyes immediately locked together.

The woman spoke first.

“Even if you tried to kill me…I wanna thank you for your help. And for saving both me and my daughter.” She kindly thanked him, this time flashing him a sincere smile.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Killin’ a mother is against my morals…so if the client isn’t satisfied, he can go fuck himself.” He simply answered in a hush tone, aware of the sleeping child in his arms.

Slowly and gently, the mother picked her daughter, who slightly stirred a little and the returned back to sleep deeply.

(Y/n) flashed him another smile and then turned and walked towards the building’s front door. But she was stopped by Lemon’s voice.

“Wait!” When she faced him again she was met with a slight nervous Lemon. Confused she tilted her head, waiting for him to continue.

“Can I…hav’ your number…?” He quite timidly asked, rubbing his neck in attempt to maintain his cool and calm himself.

She faintly chuckled, sending him a teasing look.

“Since you knew so much about me, I think it won’t be hard for you to find my number…” she teased him “…but if you can’t, you at least know where I live.”

“Goodnight, Lemon.”

He sighed amused, a small grin on his face.

“Night, love.”

#bullet train 2022 #tangerine #bullet train #lemon bullet train #lemon x reader #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #fanfic #aaron taylor johnson x reader #daddy’s babygirl

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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’.”

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oh my fucking god. How can a man be so perfect

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Just a little Hobie Brown fic that I’ve written on my other account.

HEAD OVER HEELS

— hobie brown x f!reader

summary: you are a new recruit, called in the hq by Miguel himself. Miles and the others were called to help you around and give you a tour, but Hobie finds himself wrapped around your fingers.

notes: I don’t know English slangs and don’t really know how to write how he talks (??), so I’m sorry if I miss hobie’s character!

English it’s not my first language, so any constructive criticism is well accepted.

Who would have thought that there were other spidermen from other dimensions?

You were truly convinced to be the only one, but apparently you were wrong. Or at least, in part. In your dimension you were the only spider-woman, but since a man called Miguel O’Hara proved you the existence of other universes, you had to take back your statement.

And so there you were, in the so-called Head Quartets, more specifically in O’Hara’s office.

You didn't know your role there yet, but apparently O’Hara was going to assign other spidermen to show you around the place and explain how it worked.

“They are close to your age, so it won’t be difficult to befriend them.” Said Miguel without taking his eyes off the the panels in front of him. “And I understand that this whole situation is new to you -he later added- but eventually you’ll work it out.”

The tall British man observed you quite closely with a curious sparkle in his eyes and a smirk printed on his face.

“I called you all here to introduce you the new recruit, her name is—“ Miguel was interrupted by Pavitr, who enthusiastically jumped in front of you and stretched out his hand.

“Hello new girl! I’m Pavitr, the coolest spiderman here. What’s your name?” With a gentle smile you reciprocated the handshake, feeling how strong his grip was “I’m (Y/n), it’s nice to meet you too.”

This time the Indian spider was interrupted by the older man, who harshly pushed him lightly with one hand on the face. The teen’s curses were all muffled by Miguel’s hand still glued to his face.

“There’s no time to chit chat or to have a cup of chai -he casts a dirty look in Pavitr's direction- but I need you all to teach her the basics of around here.”

You observed O’Hara’s movements but what really caught your attention was his facial expression, purely twisted in a hatred look.

His words laced with venom but mostly of loathe for failure. He needed everything to be perfect, that’s why he needed you to be trained by a younger spidermen’s generation.

The British man instantly perceived the boss’ tone and even though he was desperately dying of ticking him off more,he decided that getting out of his way was the best solution at that moment.

Lazily he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his taller frame. A smirk plastered on his face. “We got it, big man. Everythin’’s under control.”

A loud sigh left Miguel’s lips, “Just, please, don’t do anything funny.”

“We ain’t guarantee it, mate.”

You felt so peaceful and utterly accepted.

It felt strange to not being the only spider-person around, but knowing that you could always rely on someone like you was comforting.

You and the rest of the group were on a roof’s building, admiring the amazing view in Pavitr. He insisted on going there for you guys to try his aunt’s chai and snacks.

“So, what do ya think as first day?” Hobie’s voice was undoubtedly close, his shoulder brushed yours and his warm breath faintly tickled your ear.

His voice was incredibly deep and soothing, managing to chase away all thoughts and allowing the mind to dwell on that gentle tone.

Moving your head slightly in the direction of the voice, you noticed his eyes already fixed on your face.

You had only known each other for a very short time, but that closeness and confidence that danced in the atmosphere around you seemed so right and tremendously appropriate.

It was neither embarrassing nor wrong. You felt in your souls that this was more than correct, as if a piece of a jigsaw puzzle had finally been put back into place.

“It’s amazing…this whole multiverse situation is fascinating.” Your voice trembled a little due to the closeness. But you would not have shown yourself vulnerable, you would not have leaked strong feelings so easily.

Gently, his slim fingers traced the hem of the jacket you were wearing.

Your breath caught for only a second, a very brief instant that seemed fatal to you.

You felt the blush forming on your cheeks and at that moment you wanted to hide them with your mask.

He looked so calm, his face expressed a certain amusement at your reaction. But a sweet smile adorned his soft lips.

For a brief moment his gaze fell on your rosy lips, so inviting and welcoming.

The blood flowed fast through his veins and his heart pumped rapidly. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

Your big eyes watched every detail of his face and all that attention from an angelic creature like you made him nervous.

Unknowingly to you, his eyes drank in again the sight of your plump lips, slowly he started leaning in and without any control in your body, you copied his action.

It felt absolutely right.

The honking of cars, the shouting of people and the typical traffic of that dimension became only background noise.

Your attention was solely and exclusively on each other.

“What ‘bout the new pals ya made today?” He whispered, as if he was afraid of breaking that atmosphere.

“Miles is really a sweetheart, even if he sometimes embarrasses himself…Gwen seems tough, independent and self-confident, although looking deeper you can very well spot her insecurities -you stopped your soft rant for a brief second- I want her to trust me, but I guess it’ll take time.”

A small pause, the you continued.

“Pavitr immediately showed kindness and friendliness towards me, he made me feel at home and I appreciate that very much. This is very important in a person…”

Hobie watched you closely and noticed how you wanted to go on, but something was holding you back.

Also, he hadn’t miss how you didn’t mention him or referred his as your friend.

But deep down, inside him, that word didn’t sound right. Even if he didn’t believe in labels, that term just wasn't for him. Or at least coming from you.

“An’ me?” He mumbled, so softly that it seemed impossible to perceive it. “Wha’ ‘bout me?”

Your doe eyes widened in astonishment and this time the blush on your cheeks became more evident.

Another sweet smile moulded itself on his face.

“Wha’ do ya think of me?”

Although you were in the open air, you were enveloped in a nagging silence. Your attention was solely on each other and your eyes were locked in a sincere but extremely silent conversation.

That question.

That question was more than legitimate.

You had talked about everyone else. About Miles, Gwen, Pavitr. You had expressed your opinion about each of them.

But then why not of him?

"Hobie...I think you are spectacular...when I first saw you I was convinced you were quite scary."

The boy gave you a strange look, quite shocked to hear this statement from you. He knew he intimidated others with his style and appearance, but for nothing in the world was his intention to frighten you.

"Well, instead, ya immediately caught my attention, love.” He murmured without breaking his gaze from yours “Really?” He simply nodded.

A confused expression crossed your face, but a small smile remained fixed on your lips.

Knowing that someone like him found you interesting meant a lot to you.

"Sorry to interrupt this sappy moment but...we've been summoned again by Mr. Boredom AKA Miguel." Pavitr’s voice reached your ears and with a sudden motion you both stepped away from each other.

Small smiles printed on your faces.

The faint rays of the sun faintly illuminated your face. Your universe at that time of day was peaceful and almost devoid of any anomalies.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, relaxing your back.

You were relaxed, but your mind would not stop thinking about him. A small sigh escaped your lips.

“Somethin’ botherin’ you, love?”

A voice jolted you and you turned in the direction. A portal was just closing, but your attention was completely focused on the person standing there.

Your heartbeats began to accelerate.

“H-Hobie! You scared me!” You didn’t mean to stutter.

The boy raised his hands in defence, but a mocking smile did not leave his face. The reaction he got from you lit a fire inside him.

Slowly, he took a seat near you, only a few centimetres separated your hands from joining while your knees were touching. “I asked ya a question.” He insisted.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, your gaze fixed on your joined hands in your lap, “No no, I’m fine…don’t worry” you quickly babbled, his gaze firmly on you.

His grin gradually turned into a sweet smile, full of pure love and kindness.

You felt his body move closer, now his thigh was touching yours. Then he began to speak.

“Ya know, the first time I saw you I thought you ‘re interesting…There was somethin’ ‘bout ya that spurred me on t’approach and establish any kin’ of relationship with you.” He confessed, now his gaze was turned towards, lost in the evening landscape of your dimension.

Your eyes were big with surprise. You never expected such a statement.

“I wanted to be closer t’ya, so whenever I could, I tried to make physical contact.” Your mind immediately recalled all the episodes in which in one way or another you perceived Hobie's physical contact... his hands, his arms...

“Firstly, my head screamed at me that being friends was enough, but my heart wanted more…”

You didn’t utter a single world.

His eyes were now fixated on your face, observing closely your reaction. His gaze softened at the sight.

You couldn't look away from his intense gaze, which held you like a magnet. But then again, you didn't want to leave those deep pools.

So you absolutely didn’t notice his face slowly leaning toward yours.

You awoke from your trance-like state by his warm breath on your cheeks.

His half-closed eyes stared intently into yours and you could only slowly close yours and get even closer. A shaky breath left your lips when you felt his nose briefly brushing yours.

“What I’m sayin’ is…”

It was just a moment.

A small moment in which your lips met in a sweet and genuine kiss.

The delicacy and softness of your lips was literally driving the boy crazy.

“…I was yours since day one.”

#hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spiderman #spiderman atsv #atsv hobie #miles morales #peter parker #miguel o'hara

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Sweetener was soooooo cute!!!!! I loved it!!!!!! We need dad!Tangerine for real 😂

Like father, like son

💌. Summary: even if they are not related by blood, Tangerine and the baby are pretty similar…

or

…Tangerine and the baby being literally father and son.

💌. Warning: female reader, slight swearing. Personal headcanons. Quite short. English is not my first language! I don’t know many British slangs!

You would have never thought they would be so similar.

When Tangerine gets angry, his face assumes a grumpy expression, his eyebrows furrow and his mouth becomes a pout.

Indirectly the baby assumes the same exact expression.

It’s like they’re connected by a mental bond.

Lemons finds this particularity hilarious.

You are just confused.

🍊. “A’right mate, get fuckin’ lost.” he says, his face furrowing in irritation and anger.

Immediately, on the baby’s forehead some small wrinkles appear and his eyes angrily look at the stranger.

Lemon’s laugh echoes from behind them.

🍋. “I fuckin’ love it when they do that!”

Tangerine always tries to contain his anger and most of the times he fidgets with his rings or simply holds your hand and/or waist.

When uncomfortable the baby does quite the same thing, he grips your shirt tightly or hugs your neck when you pick him up.

They both love forehead kisses!!

Always asking for them!! At any fucking time!

🍓. “You two good?”

You ask when you spot both Tangerine and the baby on the bathroom’s doorstep.

🍊. “He wanted a goodnight kiss…”

🍓. “You don’t want one too?”

🍊. “No no I’m fine…a’right just one…”

Together they are a menace to society.

Nobody is safe around them.

Obviously Tangerine would come up with the worst idea ever and the baby, with his attitude, managed to back him up!

Even involuntarily!

Fucking. Ridiculous.

Both are drama queens.

If something doesn’t go as planned, we’ll be ready for a hell of a ride.

The baby in Tangerine’s arms gazed curiously at the toys displayed on the shop’s shelves.

One in particular catches his attention, but he doesn’t like the color. Tangerine clearly understands that.

🍊. “Is it possible to have this one in anotha color?”

“I’m sorry sir, but these are the only left.”

Don’t ask how, but the baby immediately understood what the employer said and he pouts and makes angered noises.

🍊. “The fuck ya mean you have only this? Fuckin’ unbelievable. Let’s leave this shit.”

Tangerine starts to walk away and the baby simply glares at the employer with a superior aura.

“I’m not payed enough for this…”

They match outfits!

Tangerine is always dressing the kid with clothes that matches his style and color.

Such divas.

Sometimes he even buys matching ties.

And even if Tangerine seems annoyed, he loves when you take pictures of them.

#bullet train 2022 #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train #lemon bullet train #lemon x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #fanfic #dadtangerine #hcs #headcanon

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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

#bullet train 2022 #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train #lemon bullet train #lemon x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #fanfic

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON “Kraven The Hunter” | 2023, dir. J. C. Chandor