Last updated: 05/05/24 (Currently only taking 'Tom Ryder´ requests)
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Tangerine
Tangerine x reader fics
Missed you: You're having a tough day, Tangerine helps you through it.
Miniature Trains: You bought a whole set of miniature trains. Featuring Lemon.
New Year's Eve (request): The morning after a very steamy sex session with Tangerine. (SMUT, 18+)
Dancing in the Moonlight: Think the title speaks for itself xD
This is what you do? (request): You walk in on Lemon and Tangerine cleaning up a dead body.
You Look Happier Part 1 // Part 2: Tangerine left because he thought you’d be better off without him, but neither of you really moved on. (SMUT in part 2, 18+)
Why Didn't You Listen: Tangerine warns you to get off the train before it reaches Kyoto. Unfortunately you don’t listen to him.
Waiting Out The Storm: Tangerine just came home from a long job and you wanna go see him, but it's storming outside.
Silent Screams: A job gone wrong makes Tangerine live his worst nightmare
Worse Different: after completing a mission you and Tangerine have a talk
'Cause it's you: you can't stop thinking about each other
Non-reader fics
Speak No Evil: Tangerine used to think that dying was his worst nightmare. But ever since Tokyo, Tangerine had been living a new sort of nightmare.
Bloody Hands: Tangerine survived the Bullet Train, but the nightmare is not over yet.
Stabbed: A job goes south and Tangerine gets hurt. Featuring Lemon and Ladybug being overprotective of Tangerine.
Prompts
smut prompts: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)
Clint Barton
Clint Barton x reader fics
Crimes Of Passion: Clint is tired of his relationship with Laura, that's where you come in. (SMUT, 18+)
Happy Birth- Father's Day??: reader tells Clint she's pregnant on his birthday.
Tom Ryder
Tom Ryder x reader fics
Paranoïd (request): Tom Ryder is an addict. But only the person closest to him knows that.
Getting Caught (request): You and Tom sneak off set to have some fun. (SMUT, 18+)
Training him (request): You try to help Tom last longer during sex. (SMUT, 18+)
Who are you? (request): You don't know who Tom Ryder is.
BTW: Thank you @little-miss-dilf-lover for being my muse and making me write again 🍊🫶🏻🧡
Tangerine had never been one to keep his temper in check, especially when it came to you. The two of you had been in far worse situations, but today was different. The local police force had no idea who they were dealing with, and it didn’t help that they were handling you both like a pair of thugs.
The officer shoving you into the back of the police car had already crossed a line, his grip too tight, his attitude too arrogant and his hands touching you. But when the other one got rough with you, pushing you toward the vehicle with far more force than necessary and making you trip, something snapped in Tangerine.
“Oi, that’s my wife!” His voice cut through the commotion like a knife, fury lacing every word. Before anyone could react, he lunged forward, headbutting the cop who’d been forcing him into the car. The crack of bone against bone was unmistakable, and the officer staggered back, blood pouring from his nose.
Tangerine didn’t stop there. He turned with a wild intensity in his eyes, his curly hair disheveled, one strand falling across his forehead, giving him a feral look. With his hands cuffed behind his back, he couldn’t do much, but that didn’t stop him. He barreled toward the cop who’d been rough with you, and with another fierce headbutt, sent him sprawling to the ground, clutching his face in pain.
Blood now dripped down Tangerine’s forehead, his hair a mess of curls and sweat. He sniffed, a drop of blood running down to his upper lip before he spit, his saliva tinged with red, at the cop writhing on the pavement. There was a terrifying calmness about him as he turned to you, the fiery rage melting into something softer, more tender.
“You alright, love?” he asked, his voice gentle, as if he hadn’t just taken down two cops with nothing but his head. His eyes searched yours, worry etched in every line of his face.
Before you could respond, the other officers started to move in, their shouts filling the air as they surrounded the two of you. But in that moment, all that mattered was Tangerine. Despite the chaos, despite the fact that your hands were cuffed behind your backs, you stepped closer to him. He leand in as close as he could, and you buried your face in his chest, feeling the warmth of his body on your cheek. His chin rested on top of your head, his breath coming in soft, reassuring huffs.
“I’m alright,” you murmured into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
His kissed the top of your head, as if reassuring himself that you were really there, that you were safe. You look up wanting to kiss away his worry.
Just as your lips were about to brush his, the moment shattered. Rough hands yanked you backward, pulling you away from Tangerine before you could taste his lips. The separation was brutal the world that had narrowed to just the two of you expanded back out into chaos.
His eyes widened in fury as you were torn apart from eachother, and before either of you could protest, a cop shoved him roughly toward a separate squad car.
“Tangerine!” you called out, your voice cracking with desperation as he was pulled away. But before his name fully left your lips, a hand clamped down on your arm, yanking you back so brutally it felt like your shoulder might tear from its socket.
The violent pull sent you stumbling, nearly crashing to the ground. The cop jerked you upright, twisting your arm more with such force that pain shot through your entire body.
"Get the fuck off of her!" Tangerine roared, thrashing against the officers holding him, as he tried to get back to you. But they were too many now, and even he couldn’t fight them all off with his hands cuffed. You struggled too, your heart pounding in your chest, the grip on your arms unyielding, forcing you further away from him.
The last thing you saw before they shoved you into the back of a squad car was Tangerine being kicked into another vehicle, his eyes locked on yours with a look that promised he wouldn’t stop fighting until he got back to you. But then the door slammed shut, cutting off your view. The cold metal of the cuffs dug into your wrists as the car pulled away, the flashing lights reflecting off the windows as the city streets blurred by.
Your mind was spinning, back to Tangerine. You could only imagine what he was going through in the other car, his fury probably pushing him to the brink. You hoped he wouldn’t do anything too reckless—though, knowing him, that was probably a lost cause.
When you finally arrived at the precinct, they dragged you out of the car, your shoulder aching from the rough treatment. You were led through the fluorescent-lit corridors, the sound of your footsteps echoing against the linoleum floor. The air thick with the scent of sweat and cheap coffee. The officers, still on edge from Tangerine’s outburst, were rough as they took your fingerprints, mugshot and your personal belongings.
They put you in a holding cell, the bars cold and unwelcoming as they locked you inside. As you paced the small space, minutes felt like hours as you waited, your heart thudding with every creak of the building around you.
Then, finally, you heard a familiar voice outside the cell.
“What the hell have you two gotten yourselves into this time?”
Lemon’s tone was half exasperated, half amused, though there was an underlying concern that warmed you just a bit. A moment later, the door swung open, and there he was, looking far too calm for someone about to bail his brother and sister-in-law out of jail. His bright yellow jacket stood out starkly against the drab surroundings, like a ray of misplaced sunshine.
Lemon's exasperation clear on his face as he surveyed the mess that was your situation. His eyes softened when they landed on you, taking in the bruises forming on your arms and wrists.
“Alright, let’s get you out of here,” he sighed, pulling some strings with the Sergeant and sliding a few bills across the counter.
“They’re releasing him now,” Lemon said as he guided you out of the cell. “You’re lucky I got here when I did. Tangerine was about to start a riot in his cell...”
You followed Lemon through the station, the tension in your chest easing with each step. When you reached the front desk, you saw Tangerine standing there, still cuffed but very much alive, a bandage hastily slapped across his forehead and his shirt stained with dried blood. His curls even more disheveled than before, but you’d never been happier to see him.
“Lemon, about time, mate,” Tangerine grumbled, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Yeah, yeah, save it for later,” Lemon replied, rolling his eyes but clearly glad to see his brother in one piece. “You two are bloody hopeless, you know that?”
Tangerine ignored the jab. The moment his eyes met yours, his entire demeanor softened. He jerked his arms, clearly eager to get to you, but the officer behind the desk held onto his cuffs until the last possible second, as if hoping for one more reason to keep him locked up.
Finally, though, the metal restraints fell away, and Tangerine was free. He crossed the distance between you in a few quick strides. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms. He held you tight, like he’d never let go again, his lips brushing the top of your head in a silent promise.
“You alright?” he murmured, repeating the question he’d asked before everything went sideways.
“Now I am,” you whispered back, leaning into him as much as you could.
Lemon cleared his throat, making a show of looking anywhere but at the two of you. “Right, well, let’s get out of here before these idiots change their minds. We’ll deal with this mess later.”
With Lemon leading the way, you and Tangerine made your way out of the precinct, your fingers holding his as you walked side by side. As Tangerine pulled you closer, his arm slung protectively around your shoulders.
The cool night air hit your face as you stepped outside, the city buzzing around you as if nothing had happened.
okay walk with me guys.. tom ryder sensitive about his stunts because he used to do them and had a massive head injury... brain damage and shit.. why he needs post it notes to remember everything... he's stuck in the trauma and he tries to inflict it on colt as a way of regaining control...
there is so much to say abt this.. Tom saying Colt let both of them down 😭 I laughed bc he sounds like he was also the betrayed gf
and I think Tom does like Jody and respect her. he also did have some sort of attachment to Colt bc he was reluctant to shoot him in the end
him trying to help Jody (even tho I doubt he knows how to help anyone) was silly and sweet.. he is very much selfish and has issues but he’s still likable to me 💔 and being played by Aaron also helps a lot lol
david leitch really knows the art of dropping in enough subtle information to expand the interior world of a character that doesnt have much screen time and i love it. tom is (obviously) a massive asshole and is arguably the main antagonist of the film but the crying in the bathtub shot, the puppet/puppetmaster relationship with gail and the hesitance to kill colt in the end was really all we needed to understand that despite all the peacocking and self absorption, tom is ultimately pathetic, sad, insecure and afraid and that instantly made him a much more interesting character
