This Blood Isn’t Mine…

Pairing: Fem!Reader/ Tangerine

Warning: None.

Synopsis: Tangerine wakes up in the middle of the night covered in blood. He knows it isn’t his blood and panics, thinking you’re hurt, forgetting you’re a woman, and satan’s waterfall comes to visit you once a month.

Tangerine’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dark room around him. He could feel his naked body against the cool sheets, and your naked body pressed against him. He smiled sleepily, thinking about the fun you two had had before falling asleep.

Tangerine swallowed, his dry throat reminding him why he had woken up. He lazily turned around, the sheets gliding over his toned abs, trying to find his water bottle by patting the floor randomly, hoping to stumble upon the bottle. “Fuckin’ hell.” He cursed quietly after a few minutes of searching resulting into nothing.

Quietly, he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and turned the flashlight on. The bright light blinded him for a second, but his eyes adjusted after a moment. “Found ya.” He murmured when the light bounced off the plastic surface of the water bottle. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed, leaning down to take it.

As Tangerine’s hand slipped inside the beam of light, dark, red spots came into view, previously hidden in the veil of the night. Tangerine froze, recognizing the substance he dealt with daily. Blood. He hesitantly turned his hand, finding it smeared on his palm as well. Panic started settling in his stomach. He knew he wasn’t hurt, and the only other person this blood could be coming from was you.

Just the thought of you suffering made his heart stop beating for a second, before it started thumping even louder. What if your gutted corpse lay still behind him? What if he had lost you? Tremors shook his hand, sucking the life away from him. Tangerine slowly grabbed the knife he hid underneath the mattress before he turned around, silently swearing to avenge whoever dared to touch you.

The man turned around, almost scared to shine his flashlight towards you, afraid of what he would see. Slowly, with fear wetting his eyes, he shone the flashlight on your body.

Instantly, his heart started beating again, the color gushing back to his cheeks. You were alive, breathing, sleeping with the covers thrown over your stomach. The joy Tangerine felt glimmering in his chest was brief: he noticed dark spots of blood painting the sheets you were covered in.

Fear settled back in, heavier than before. Without a moment of hesitation, Tangerine gripped your shoulder and started shaking you. “(Y/N), darling, please wake up! You’re hurt, we need to go to the hospital,” he said, his voice dry.

You jolted away, wincing in pain when your sleepy eyes met the flashlight shining into them. “What?” You croaked, your word heavy with sleep.

“You’re bleeding. You’re hurt. Someone or something wounded you. We NEED to go to the hospital. Right now. What if the wound is fatal?” Tangerine’s words tumbled out of him like a waterfall. He slipped out of bed, starting to slip his discarded clothes back on. “Where does it hurt, love? Tell me,” he said, worry tainting his words. “Don’t move. I’ll come pick you up.”

You were still half asleep, the words reaching you slowly and sluggishly, as if traveling through three meters of snow. “What? Hurt? I’m not hurt,” you murmured after a few moments of processing his words.

“Our bed is covered in blood.” Tangerine hissed, yanking his pants up. “I’m not letting you bleed out, (Y/N). You’re the love of my life, if I lose you, I kill everyone around me and then myself.”

You had slowly managed to wake up, trying to find this wound Tangerine insisted you had. You lifted the sheets, seeing your thighs smeared with blood. Quickly, you put two and two together and barked out a laugh.

Tangerine looked up at you, guns in hand as he was slipping them in their holsters. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes jumping around in panic.

You couldn’t stop the smile that lit your face. “Darling, don’t worry. I’m not hurt.” You tugged the covers away and gestured to your vagina. “I got my period.”

The relief on Tangerine’s face was immediate. He slipped out the guns and slapped them back in their compartment. He kicked off his pants and ripped off his shirt, falling back into the bed. “Your period, you sure love?” He asked, needing a little bit more of reassurance to not break apart and start crying.

You turned around to face him, touching his cheek. The worry in his eyes broke your heart into a million pieces: this man loved you to the end of the world and back. “It’s my period. Don’t worry, alright?” You asked softly, starting to caress his curls. The man had come back from a hard job just a few hours before, and just the sensation of your warm hands on his curls made his eyes flutter shut.

You continued to lull him to sleep, waiting until his eyes were closed before standing up to slip on a pair of panties and a pad.

Just as you your feet touched the floor, Tangerine’s hand darted out from the rumpled covers and clasped your wrist. “Don’t go,” he croaked, most of himself lost in dreamland.

“I need to go get a pad. I can’t just bleed all over the bed,” you said, taking his hand in yours and pressing a soft kiss to his bruised knuckles. Apparently he had gotten those bruises by punching some glass on a train or something, you hadn’t really understood his tired ramblings.

“Don’t go.” Tangerine repeated. “It’s just blood…and it’s natural blood..don’t..don’t leave me.” The way his voice cracked on the last few words made tears almost come to your eyes: Tangerine was rarely so emotional, years of his horrid job breaking him to the point of constant strength. You couldn’t leave him, not even for a second.

“Alright, I won’t leave,” you sighed. As you slipped underneath the covers you kept thinking about how you would have to change the sheets tomorrow morning. But the moment your sleepy Tangerine wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your chest, your thoughts calmed down, and you started drifting off to sleep; the love of your life curled up against you.

the signs, yo

Aries: Funniest rants, trust me; Seems like a badass, but they’re harmless until you seriously piss them off; Do not piss them off, their limits are usually reasonable and they will fight you; Unafraid to act, especially to defend you; Always thinking about what’s coming up next; Great at starting projects they never completely finish; Sincere friends.

Taurus: Big, sweet cow eyes; Honestly just hug them and never let go, it’ll be the best decision you ever make; Warm aura; They’ll embarrass themselves, but it’s endearing instead of cringe-worthy; Calm presence; Naturally reserved, but they will let you in if you genuinely care; Unintentionally funny; Some quality of theirs makes people look up to them.

Gemini: They try so hard, bless their hearts; Cutest clothes; One of you is going to have a crush on the other; Awkward in a way that makes tension disappear; Unintentionally attracts trouble; It doesn’t occur to them to not put up with your shit; Not very considerate to your emotions unless they’re helping you with a specific issue; Super passionate about their fandoms and interests; Someone you can always talk to.

Cancer: Fucking dweebs that will laugh over the most bizarre things; Will always love you; Messy; They genuinely want you to do your best; They deeply care about all of their friends, too; Give great hugs; Take everything personally and fully invest themselves; They might get too wrapped up in something that doesn’t seem important to you, but just be patient with them, they’re worth it.

Leo: Simultaneously the most self-absorbed and caring people; Lucious locks; So intimidating, but it’s all a big, fat lie if you’re friends; Would kill for you; Childish and immature; Can actually be very practical minded; Really wants you to like them, but they’re not going to try hard for your approval; Let them have the last word because they’re going to have it eventually.

Virgo: Sad eyes that know the dark secrets of the world; They don’t feel in control, yet they try to be; Organized and methodical; Outwardly cynical (but they secretly hope for the best); If you meet their standards, consider yourself lucky; Big sister who will always help you with your problems; Feels most comfortable in a dark movie theater; Listen to them because they know what they’re talking about; Surprisingly patient.

Libra: They have a story for everything; Loves to go out with their loved ones; They spend a lot of time thinking over ideas and concepts; DILF; Lifelong friend that you can always turn to; Confidence booster; Can be surprisingly selfish sometimes; Indecisive as fuck; They’re going to win you over before you even realise it; Silently judgemental, but this doesn’t mean they take sides.

Scorpio: 10/10 would bang; Could destroy you effortlessly; Lifelong struggle bus ticket holder; Romantic love is not their strong suit; Darkly magnetic; Shared looks and inside jokes will be abundant when you hang out; Do not fuck with their friends; I repeat: do not fuck with their friends; seriously; avoid this at all costs; These are the type of people who will burn your house down and steal your boyfriend; If you fuck them over, they will cut ties forever, even if they still love you.

Sagittarius: They’re best friend material; Lots and lots of friends but few close friends; Attractive/ Magnetic; You’re going to find yourself thinking about them later; Can go literally anywhere and fit in; Histrionic; Will not put up with your bullshit at all; They seem like an open book, but this is not the case at all; Take themselves a little too seriously; More loyal than you could ask for.

Capricorn: Sassy as hell; Sarcasm actually flows through their veins; You will admire them; Always seemingly stable; They have the soundest advice; Tend to think they’re always right, and they aren’t exactly wrong about that; If they love you, it’s true; Good listeners and friends; Grouchy is their default emotion; Lowkey SUPER competitive, just let them win because they will literally never let it go ever.

Aquarius: You will fall in love with them, even if it doesn’t last; They’re going to make you laugh; They try to be forgiving creatures; Lowkey super stubborn about things they believe to be right; Really, really good at one area of expertise; Detail oriented; Highly sexual beings; They downplay their emotions; It’s hard to completely understand what they’re thinking about unless they explicitly tell you; Trust their gut because they’re going to be right.

Pisces: Hug them, please, they’ll really appreciate it; They’re probably going to fall in love with you, too; Trusting and trustworthy; Watch what you say around them because they’re very sensitive; Encourage them to trust their intuition more; They’ll be able to understand your feelings more deeply than any of the other signs; Insecure but so, so, so worthy; Would die for you; Sneaky; Need a favor? Call this babe.

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