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castieltrash1 · 5 months

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on the 2nd day of rothmas, castieltrash1 gave to me... kissing under the mistletoe with the tim roth characters! (more below the cut xoxo)

⋆ freddy “mr. orange” newandyke (reservoir dogs)

freddy makes fun of the idea of mistletoe a lot for someone who consistently uses it as an excuse to kiss you. he’ll call it cheesy, sappy, and every other teasing word he can think of -- mistletoe kisses are for romance movies, he always says. and then a bundle of leaves and berries shows up taped to the top of your bedroom door and you assume he’s simply entertaining you. then, there’s one in the kitchen, tied to the shower head, and even hanging from the rearview mirror in his car.

“c’mon, kiss me,” freddy urges, playfully nudging your shoulder with his. the streets are cold and quiet, his leather jacket smelling faintly like cigarettes as you walk side by side. you can feel his bony knuckles through both your and his gloves when he squeezes your hand, pulling you close.

you roll your eyes, failing to bite back the grin that spreads across your face. “i don’t know… there’s no mistletoe around.”

freddy huffs and you almost feel bad for teasing him with the way his lips droop into a frown. “you’re right…” he kicks the icy sleet beneath him with a sigh, and before you notice the mischievous glint in his green eyes, he reaches into his pocket, digging around with his free hand. out comes a bundle of mistletoe; a bit smashed from hiding for who knows how long.

“what about now?” he asks, dangling it above your head.

⋆ cal lightman (lie to me)

cal avoids mistletoe purely because he uses it to exact torment on others. he’s always hanging it up in awkward places at work, ignoring gillian’s reminders that he’s lucky hr is so lax with him. really, he thinks it’s absolutely hilarious to watch loker realize what’s dangling above his head and scurry away before anyone else notices. the idea of standing under mistletoe himself doesn’t even cross his mind until you show up!

“are you even listening?” cal asks, narrowing his eyes as he steps closer, pupils darting across your face as you grin. “what? something in my teeth?” he bares his pointy canines, but you simply tilt your chin upward, redirecting his gaze.

mistletoe. he knows where every piece of it in the office is and this is not one of them. how you snuck it in without him noticing, especially with his trusty security cameras, is astounding, to say the least. microexpressions he can disguise, but the flush that covers his cheek is unavoidable.

“gotcha,” you tease, the word dying on your lips as he leans in.

⋆ philip chaney (captives)

some facilities set up a space for inmates to take christmas pictures with their families and you’re thankful philip is in one of them. it’s not half-bad, to be honest. there are some pretty lights with a traditional backdrop, and you each get printed copies of the photos taken. by the time your holiday visit rolls around, both of you are vibrating with excitement. physical touch is usually only permitted during greetings and goodbyes, so getting an extra excuse to snuggle him is just an added bonus.

“alright, lovebirds, step together,” the photographer instructs, positioning himself behind the camera.

before you can even blink, philip holds your cheeks in his hands, pulling you into a passionate kiss. a few wolf whistles echo through the room and the reactive gasp you let out only urges him on, his tongue darting out to drag between your parted lips. a shutter and flash stun you from your daze and you stumble backward, suddenly feeling very warm.

philip steadies you with a chuckle, pointing up to the mistletoe on the ceiling that you hadn’t noticed before. “surprise.”

⋆ ted the bellhop (four rooms)

ted’s attitude toward mistletoe is entirely dependent on who is around. if you’re in the same room, he’s standing under it for hours if he has to, awkwardly side-stepping anyone else who approaches him. if he’s stuck with some less desirable kissing options, he’ll avoid the entire side of the building just to ensure he doesn’t get caught beneath it.

“ted? are you down here?” you shuffle down the mon signor’s signature red hallway, making sure to avoid the questionable carpet stains as you near the honeymoon suite. “ted?”

“yes, yes! here, i’m here!” ted pops his head out of the double doors, grinning at the sight of you. “come on,” he urges, gesturing you over with his hand. the whole room has been redecorated for the holidays and it’s almost enough to distract you from the realities of this building. as you ooh and awe at his work, ted procures a bundle of mistletoe from his pocket, pinching it between his lifted fingertips.

“the final touch,” he purrs with a wink, puckering his lips as he waits for your kiss.

⋆ joshua shapira (little odessa)

mistletoe is not something at the forefront of joshua’s mind. he’s heard about it, of course, but he couldn’t point it out in a pile of other flowers and plants if his life depended on it. if you made a point of it, he’d certainly remember, but he won’t necessarily care if you don’t. most christmas-related traditions kind of blur together for him since he doesn’t celebrate, so don’t take it personally!

you watch as joshua and some of his friends talk amongst themselves, gesturing and staring in your direction. he nods at whatever they’re saying before he begins stalking toward you, his jaw twitching with the hint of a smirk. before you can ask what he’s thinking, he digs his gloved fingers into your waist, pulling you in for a rough kiss.

his lips are chapped from the cold but you still melt in his arms, savoring the taste of smoke on his tongue before he shifts back. “w-what was that for?” you breathlessly ask, chuckling softly in a mix of disbelief and amusement.

joshua jerks his chin toward the mistletoe hanging above you -- the one you’d forgotten you’d stood under earlier in hopes of snagging a kiss. over his shoulder, his friends fail to hide their nosy peeking at the two of you. “you were waiting for me,” he murmurs, licking the taste of you from the corners of his mouth and then pulling you back in.

⋆ guildenstern (rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead)

guildenstern is a big romantic when it comes to things like mistletoe. if he’s going to kiss you under one, he wants to do it the right way. while he likes surprising you most of the time, he’d rather the moment be romantic and dreamy enough to both fluster and remind you that he’s more than a bag of tricks. he’ll always be a jokester, but his love for you is very real!

it’d taken some plotting and rosencrantz's help, but guildenstern had managed to sneak a branch of mistletoe in every corner of the castle you might end up in tonight. somehow, you keep narrowly avoiding each spot, and his cheeks fluster with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as he helplessly tugs you between rooms, trying to remember where the next closest mistletoe is.

“is this what you seek?” you tease, fingers wrapping around his wrist as you hold him in place. dangling precariously above you is the one branch he’d completely forgotten.

guildenstern immediately pulls you into his arms with a grin. “at last!”

⋆ david (resurrection)

mistletoe is one of the few decorations david might be inclined to permit during the holiday season as it directs your attention solely to him. he keeps it with him and dangles it above your head whenever he feels like it -- especially if you’re mad at him or too flustered to kiss him in public; how could you turn down such a handsome charming man in front of a crowd? he knows you’ll begrudgingly give in, so that’s all that matters.

“david,” you hiss, skin prickling as eyes fall on your figure. everyone in town is staring, waiting to see how you’ll react to the bundle of leaves and berries he holds above your head, twirling between his fingertips. public affection has always made you shy -- he knows that, you can see it in his sharp grin and the crinkles by his eyes.

he doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives you is enough of a reply. are you going to embarrass me? it asks. realizing the silence has drawn out for too long, you lean forward, giving him a quick peck that he eagerly returns. a few people giggle, some even clap, and david squeezes your hip with his free hand, glad to know he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

⋆ colin (meantime)

there is no godly power in any universe that could convince colin to willingly stand under a branch of mistletoe. sure, he’ll accidentally wander beneath one once or twice, but the second he realizes it, he stumbles away. a bet or dare from coxy and mark (or them forcing him to do it) is the only way he’ll find himself fidgeting underneath the dreaded plant, cheeks flushed and a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“look at poor kermit, waiting for a smooch!” mark yells, his rambunctious friends joining in on the fun as they watch colin squirm under the pub’s mistletoe. he picks at his fingernails, his glasses fogging as his eyes dart around the room, looking for someone to put him out of his misery.

thankfully, you’re already on your way, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and ignoring coxy’s yells that it “doesn’t count!” colin practically trips over his own feet at the feeling of your touch, but you steady him with a steadfast grip on his shirt collar, and he gives you a shaky smile.

“t-thanks.”

⋆ gerbino de ratta (virgin territory)

gerbino couldn’t care less about the actual traditions surrounding mistletoe -- all he knows is it makes you feel more inclined to kiss him, even at inopportune times. he’ll take advantage of it whenever it’s around, but he prefers to tease you with it in more private settings. don’t be surprised if he pulls a bundle of it from his pocket after returning home following a long day of stealing and terrorizing florence.

“mhm, you taste divine,” gerbino groans, scruff scraping your soft skin between kisses. his free hand holds your chin steady as he explores your mouth with his tongue, dragging it over every inch of you that he can reach. the mistletoe between his opposite fingers drifts lower and his lips follow, trailing slowly down your neck.

“and here…” the leaves brush your collar, then the center of your chest. “and here…”

⋆ oswaldo mobray/pete hicox (the hateful eight)

pete is a sly man. he’s used to conning people and charming his way out of bad situations, so hiding surprises from you is pretty easy. he pretends not to know a lot about mistletoe -- if you ever point it out, he’ll just nod and say it looks nice before changing the subject. in reality, he’s very aware of its meaning and is simply planning a way to catch you off guard and steal a kiss when he knows it’ll make you most flustered.

“love, over here,” pete calls, his distinct accent cutting through the overlapping chatter of the inn. you’re only passing through for a few days and you’d sent him to secure a seat while you finagled some drinks for the gang. weaving your way through the crowd of cold inhabitants, you plop down beside pete, dropping a few mugs of something hot on the table.

“i got y-”

the rest of your sentence disappears as pete presses his lips to yours, his mustache tickling your skin. a few hoots and hollers echo around you but you can’t pull away, not with his teeth lightly tugging your bottom lip. his mischievous tongue soothes the same spot before he leans back, taking your chin between his leather-gloved fingers and tilting your head up to the mistletoe hanging above.

“merry christmas, my dear.”

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

FINDING OUT YOU HAVE A MINIMUM WAGE JOB

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie

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Taglist: @locke-writes & @aryn-the-bearheart

A/N: something lighthearted and random! enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

MR. WHITE ( LARRY ) —

Mr. White seeing you bagging groceries wearing a bright vest with your name on it is just so unimaginable.

He makes your job easier by helping you bag his own groceries (even tho nowadays in most stores you have to do it yourself?)

“Your manager’s paying you well, right?”

“Larry, this is Wal-Mart. I don’t get paid enough to bag people’s odd choice for frozen dinners and tennis shoes.”

He swears not to tell a soul. But he visits you at work because he needs to go to the store every week.

MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE ) —

Mr. Orange notices you as the new sales associate at the comic book store.

You’re stocking merchandise on the top shelves, using the ladders.

“Y/N?” He calls you down. You froze, fearing the worst for all retailers, seeing someone you know at your own workplace is so embarrassing.

He doesn’t care at all, though. He’s just looking for the limited edition of the action figures he wanted.

Probably wants you to smuggle him a lifelong supply of Marvel stuff from the back.

Orange makes a smug look when he’s at the counter.

MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA ) —

The thing is, Blonde KNOWS you work at Big Kahuna, and becomes a total dick when you serve him.

It’s literally Squilliam making fun of Squidward for working at the Krusty Krab.

“I asked for no onions and tomatoes in my burger.”

“Wow, Vic. You’re a convict and a picky-eater. Grow up.”

Big Kahuna is one of his go-tos, so you don’t have much of a choice but to serve him food.

MR. PINK —

Of course... you’re a server at a restaurant

He’s just making fun of you, literally treats you the way a snobby customer treats their server.

“Whatever. What do you want? We’re serving the lunch special.”

Snapping his fingers at you to get your attention across the room

You threaten to spit in his food if he makes one more joke, and you mean it.

“Pink, I told you. We don’t serve those here.”

He doesn’t tip.

MR. BROWN —

You work at the local Blockbuster.

"Hey, where’s the Spaghetti western movies?" You turn around and see Mr. Brown at the front desk.

Both your jaws are on the floor, staring at each other in pure shock.

He can’t stop giggling at you now, much to your annoyance.

It’s a good thing you know enough about your job and where everything is, so every time Brown comes in the store he always comes to you for movies he wants to rent, and you would put it on the store TV and watch it with him

“NICE GUY” EDDIE CABOT —

Eddie seeing you at the dry cleaners when he has to get all the suits ready was a big surprise for him.

“I don’t believe it. From a distance, I was thinking to myself, ‘Hey, that mf kinda looks like y/n’, and lo and behold!”

He uses this to his advantage, though. He wants his, his Dad’s and the people his dad recruits’s clothes clean and tailored to a T.

You’re gonna be his go-to for clean suits from now on.

Would come in, cheerily calling for you or greeting you.

#reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs preference #mr white x reader #larry dimmick x reader #mr orange x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #mr blonde x reader #vic vega x reader #nice guy eddie x reader #mr brown x reader #reader insert #twd preference

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everymlmhybrid · 2 days

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top ten Freddy Newandyke adhder moments

"I gotta memorize all this?"

If you stare in the background he literally just leaves his coffee mug on top of the microwave of all places

Random soda cup on top of his box fan that isn't even on

That random room in the background where it looks like he got ready to paint but never actually painted

Talks with his hands

"I don't even know what $10 worth looks like"

#.txt #sorry I keep talking about him having adhd but I also don't headcanon him as having adhd. idk how to explain it. be drives me insane #*he #and the weed and wine isn't helping me be normal about him either

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reservoirreputation · 6 months

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Birds in the Spider's Nest- Extras #1

Spoilers for my ResDogs fic of the same name down below

[ ] = current author's note

[the original placeholder title of this fic was Monsters of Old, which I was never happy with. Below are a bunch of other potential titles. Asterisks indicate how much I liked the title]

Other titles (because this one’s generic as hell:

Living Martyrs ** (For the chapter where both Vic’s screwup and Freddy’s accident are revealed)

It’s Always the Helpful People -

Seven Crooks Walk Into an ‘Abandoned’ Cabin

The Things We Get For Being Nice *

Dead Men Do Tell Tales

Won’t You Help Me? * Please Help Me, Don’t You Love Me?

Poster Boy **

A Teachable Moment

At Last, Under Stars** (Very sentimental) (Chapter title towards the end?)

No Face, No Problems

Breaking My Back (Just To Know Your Name)

Paralyzer

Black Sheep* Counting Black Sheep, Where is Your Face, Mr. Black Sheep?

Birds in the Spider’s Nest

[last entry has no asterisk because when I wrote it down, it was just an instant 'Yes'. This title didn't come about until I was writing Matty's POV, and it just came to me. Writing's funny like that]

Summary: Cabin in the Woods-style tale, likely not supernatural. Up in Northern California, where Freddy visits in the summer an old Newandyke cabin. It belonged to his parents, who vacationed here with their son throughout his childhood, spending whole summers here. Then, early in high school, there was a falling out with his uncle, and the place was abandoned, but not sold. Vague memories of times gone by litter his mind, and Freddy, forced into early retirement,, goes back to this cabin, to sell it, restore, whatever, maybe even find answers.

Note: Organized crime tries to keep from killing the following: civilians and cops. Anyone not part of their way of life, essentially. After a job, though? On the run, trying to lay low? When shit’s starting to go sideways, and you want someone, anyone, to blame?

Joe Cabot has plans in San Francisco, and wants a hideout for after the job. He recalls a cabin one of his old employees used, and decides to head there, knowing for the most part that it’s abandoned. He even sends a couple of people out beforehand to check, which of course proves him right. They set the meetup and get the job done.

Larry pays for the gas inside the station, and is struck by how damn cute one of the patrons is. Light flirting ensues, with the stranger happily returning it. There’s something oddly familiar about him, though, that Larry can’t quite put his finger on. The stranger, Freddy’s the name, mentions heading to his cabin for the weekend, and Larry says ‘same’. ‘Where to?’ ‘Oh, such-and-such’ Freddy freezes, saying, ‘you sure about that? that’s my cabin’ ‘I misspoke’ ‘I don’t think you did’ ‘You knew (uncle’s name)?’ ‘Yeah, he was my uncle’ ‘he told us we could use it’ ‘he’s dead’ ‘years ago’ ‘sure’ Freddy sighs. ‘I’ve got the keys. Which one’s your car?’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because I’d rather let you in and supervise y’all getting blasted than have a busted lock and god knows what else to replace’

Caught in more ways than one, Larry agrees, and practically sprints ahead of Freddy to get to his car first, and let them know of the latest developments. He’s riding with Joe, who makes the call: bring the guy along. No one say nothing, and let the bastard play host. He’s probably on the level, anyhow. Can’t change the hideout now, and play along. If he gets to be trouble, kill him. “But it was so-and-so’s nephew!” Kill him quickly, then.

They get to the cabin, Larry with Freddy as the latter goes to unlock the door, while Joe gets word to the other car about what’s happening. Jokes about Larry not being able to keep it in his pants ensue, with Pink of course being a nervous wreck. Joe mentions to Blue this early on that Larry may not have it in him to do the deed, should it need doing, and Blue agrees to pick up the slack.

A few more code names are made up on the spot, to protect Eddie and Joe just a little: Eddie is Red, for obvious reasons, and Joe is Black. Pink and Brown grumble and huff at this, but Joe tells them to can it; he’s in charge, he can give himself whatever name he pleases. Freddy’s only weirded out a little by it, then figures he wouldn’t want to share his legal name either with someone whose house you were just about to break into and squat in. Joe says they’ve used this for a while now, years even. That When his uncle would hang out with them, he’d go by Orange, and you can use that around us if you want. A test, to see how in the know he is, how comfortable Freddy can be with them. He agrees, because he’s bored out of his mind, and more than a little curious. He might also just be thinking with his dick, who could blame him?

As much as Freddy hate having to retire, it was apparently easier than he expected to leave his policing ways behind.

How did Freddy get hurt? Maybe he took a metaphorical bullet for his newbie partner, Marvin Nash. Recycle a plot-point from Orphan, where Freddy’s now in Steve’s position, Marvin in Larry’s. Only difference is that where Larry left the Marines after a year, Marvin stuck with the LAPD. How we might even get another appearance from Marvin, or maybe not. Not his district, after all. ALTERNATIVE: he was never injured, but a mental health issue/disease came up, something completely out of his control.

How long has it been since Freddy’s forced retirement? Maybe recently, explaining the boredom/cabin fever. Six months?

Freddy’s injury? Concussion? Damage to his eyes? Completely physically healed, but has PTSD? Full on limb prosthesis? Spinal injury? OR: Freddy’s disease/MHI?

Freddy starts asking around what the crew knew of his uncle, what he did for a living, for fun, so on. How he doesn’t remember much of him, but gets this sense of panic when he thinks too long about his uncle.

NEW DRAFT FOR FIC: First idea was for it to be about Demons or Vampires, with Freddy being the supernatural entity. Then to have it based completely in reality. The problem with option two is that the fic veers too closely to ‘Orphan’s premise. So, idea three: the cabin is haunted by the ghost of Freddy’s uncle, who’s trying to warn him about the danger he’s in, specifically with the people in Joe’s crew that helped kill him.

How at first clear signs of a haunting begin after Joe’s guys initially stake out the place, and rumors start circulating in the time between then and Freddy’s trip up there. How people start talking about it and then clam up when Freddy’s around, because while they get a kick out of speculating about his dead uncle, they actually liked Freddy’s parents, and, in turn, him. When Freddy and the crew stay up there, odd sounds and movement are chocked up to the amount of people crashing at a place meant for half their number. It takes a lot for it to get spooky, maybe in the form of one of them hearing the uncle’s voice, but not someone who met him in life, like Pink or Brown.

Visual hallucinations; when the uncle appears, he looks so much like Freddy, at least in body type/height, hair all in his face, that the group mistakes the sightings as Freddy. Only the likes of Joe or Vic know better, because they actually saw the clothes the uncle died in.

1974: Freddy would be 13, middle school age. Blonde would be 17, high school drop-out? Maybe fudged his age to get in the group sooner?

The uncle’s death: Drug overdose, Joe with protege Vic let him die? Maybe Larry’s there, with Vic under his wing. They try saving the uncle, but all seems lost. Larry goes out to the car for something, doesn’t see when the uncle wakes up. See, either roll with the accident, or that Joe wanted him dead, but knew that Larry would fight him on it. Joe finishes the job with Vic’s help. They get a head start on concealing the guy’s body before Larry can get back down there. As far as Larry’ knows, the uncle OD’d.

Why kill the uncle? What if he took the blame for something Vic did? Tried to give the kid some slack, and got heat from Joe for it? Like, “I’m already a screw up, won’t do me much harm. You being so new, best you kept your nose clean.” Except that Joe was already at his wit’s end with the uncle, and was waiting for the last straw. The tragedy is that the uncle didn’t do the thing, and was actually being selfless. ‘You were a liability, I couldn’t have you around’ ‘I was covering for the kid!’ ‘Well, it would’ve been something, eventually’ ‘Really? I’d inevitably be a screw-up? That’s why you killed me?!’

Scene image: Freddy’s been locked down in the basement, as his uncle’s ghost starts to take over. Grabs a sledgehammer from the corner of the room, and begins to smash up the floor of concrete. The feeling of rage becomes more intense, reaching a feverish pitch. The first bit of clothing is spotted, and the tool is thrown aside. Freddy uses his hands to clear away rubble, tearing skin, breaking fingernails. When bone is spotted, Freddy slowly looks up the staircase, if looks can kill. He lets out an unearthly scream.

There’s banging on the door to the basement. The crew stares in horror at the sounds that come from the other side. The wood rattles on its hinges. white fights to get to the door, being held back by some of the others. Finally, though, he breaks free, and tries for the door. It’s locked, he doesn’t have the key. Suddenly, and without warning (LOL) a hand bursts through the door. Bloodied fingers reach for anything and everything. One of the other guys, maybe Brown, comes rushing forward with a knife. four of Freddy’s fingers go flying, and he screams. It’s just Freddy again, and Larry wants desperately to get to him. “Please, help me.” Freddy whispers, “Don’t you want to help me?” and oh Larry does, he can taste the desperation on his tongue. “Don’t you love me?” Something about it doesn’t sit right with him, and Larry asks, “Who are you talking to?” “My darling nephew, of course.” and the fingers lift off of the ground into Freddy’s awaiting hand, sealing back into place with bloody seams for sutures.

STORY STRUCTURE: Main chapter is in the present (1992) and the ends of chapters are in the past, maybe a mix of the uncle and Vic’s POV’s.

ENDS OF CHAPTERS: One: Vic meeting the likes of Larry and the uncle for the first time, lying about his age. Larry’s meant to take Vic under his wing, and the uncle’s deemed to bad of an influence.

Two: Vic is on his own, and has made a big mistake. He feels too much shame to call Larry, so he gets ahold of the uncle. The latter tells the former not to worry about it, he’ll take the heat. He’s the company screwup, he can take another hit.

Three: Joe, Larry, Vic and the uncle are on a trip up to the uncle’s cabin. Larry and Vic are last-minute additions, and Joe’s low-key pissed about it. When they arrive at the cabin, the uncle starts reacting badly to one of the drugs he took. They rush him inside, Larry taking charge in trying to save him. Joe keeps insisting that Larry leave for help, for a guy Joe knows, all to send him on a wild goose chase. When Larry’s gone, Vic is ordered to help Joe dispose of the uncle’s body. ‘But Larry’s getting help’ ‘The bastard’s dead. Nothing more to do for him’ Cut to the uncle waking up.

Four: The uncle wakes up, from his POV, and recognizes what’s being done, that Joe’s getting ready to make him disappear. He starts to freak out, to which Joe hits him, again and again, finishing what he’d started. Vic asks why, and Joe explains that the last straw was the uncle’s most recent screw-up, AKA Vic’s screw-up. They get the uncle in concrete before Larry gets back.

Freddy and Uncle bonding moments: Freddy may not have had a rebellious phase, but he did have an uncle that satisfied his curiosity. First drink, first smoke. Each time Freddy’s caught, uncle would just say “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” Sneaking some vodka from his uncle’s stash, making a face and an exaggerated gagging sound, he’s interrupted by Uncle turning on the light, and Freddy has to just barely stop himself from spilling the plastic bottle. Uncle says, “Thanks for the save. I’d be more pissed if you wasted any.” Isn’t mean at all, trying to be sarcastic more than anything else. First smoke, and Freddy panics, remembering their first talk about not liking any wastage, just holding the smoldering smoke a few inches away from his face, terrified. Uncle just sits right there beside him, gets out his own cig, does a few puffs, asks if the kid wants to see a trick. Freddy, not sure if it’s a trap, slowly nods. Uncle then proceeds to show Freddy how to blow smoke rings. Maybe cut to the present and have Freddy doing this same action, White getting a kick out of it.

[I did make an attempt at including Vic/Freddy in this fic, but it didn't pan out/was too weird considering how long Vic and Larry have known each other. What's really funny is that, despite removing the few references to it from the story, at least one person was able to pick up on it XD Essentially Vic/Freddy is a very tiny Draft #3]

Parallel between Freddy and VIc: Sense of survivor’s guilt. Freddy had been in an accident where a driver had a stroke/heart attack and hit Freddy’s parked car. Freddy was really hurt, had to retire from the PD, and the other guy died. On top of all this, his former coworkers are paranoid and convinced that the dead driver did this on purpose, as Freddy was on-duty and in his squad car. They harass the surviving family members, and Freddy’s pissed when he finds out. They’ve just taken up this cause in his name and are making people suffer with it, and don’t give a fuck about what Freddy wants/would do. On Vic’s end, feeling guilty for surviving when Matthew died for Vic’s fuckup, and Vic witnessing first-hand what could have easily been done to himself. Trauma bonding! [what's interesting is that I hate the concept of martyrdom, so it's a little odd to dip into it here, but weirdly cathartic. A fun little addition is that, in the story, Freddy feels like he might as well have died in that accident, not only because it's another instance of being surrounded by death, but also because his coworkers have martyred him, and are treating him like he's already gone, twisting his accident into something it never was]

Towards the end of the story (draft #2) They’re supposed to be at the cabin for two weeks, then ditch Freddy on the road so he can walk the rest of the way. So, it comes as a hell of a surprise when, at dinner, Freddy starts freaking out, asking what they put in his food and drink. White is terrified because it reminds him a lot of what happened with Matty, and he knows that Freddy knows this, too, and that it’s probably adding to the kid’s panic. Joe just calmly remarks that it’s a sleeping aid, while Larry knows fucking better. Wants to take him to a hospital. Joe says no, they’re leaving, and that the kid will be out for several hours, so they can a head start. Larry is stunned, because Joe gave a longer timeline, gave his word, knew about what happened to the uncle all those years before. Joe gives Larry a choice; either Larry carries the kid down to the basement, or he has Vic throw him down from the top of the stairs. Larry makes to carry Freddy out the front door, when he’s knocked out. Coming to, he sees Eddie and Vic arguing, and Eddie shove Freddy down the stairs. A sickening snap, and Larry’s heart breaks.

Why Joe goes back on his word: Throughout the week, there’s multiple appearances of Matty that’s mistaken for Freddy. This time, it involves Joe waking in the middle of the night, seeing a figure standing outside the window, staring at him. There is no face, and Joe does his best to not look at it, terrified, then realizes, by the clothes, it must be Freddy. Looks down, sees the bag of loot beside him. Looks back up, and the figure is gone. He now thinks Freddy knows what they’ve got, might be looking to take it for himself. The next day, when he asks Larry, Freddy’s designated guard, if Freddy got out last night, he of course says no. ‘Are you sure? What about when you were asleep?’ Usually, Freddy’s on the couch and Larry sleeps in the chair, except last night, it would’ve been impossible for Freddy to sneak out; he and Larry fucked and cuddled together, falling asleep just like that. Larry doesn’t say all that, to not get either of them in trouble, and just says he knows for certain Freddy didn’t get out. This lack of detail leads to Joe being convinced of his earlier assumption.

Thrown down the stairs; the ultimate nightmare become reality. Has Hill House done it first? Yes. But, this ain’t sleep paralysis, so it’s just different enough. Freddy, fully paralyzed this time, can only blink, breathe, swallow, talk a little. Can’t move otherwise. His Uncle appears to him again, and says he can help him, but that king of power is costly. Freddy’s going to die, elsewise. Life for a life, help me kill Joe Cabot. Freddy doesn’t know who this is, because everyone’s using a codename. Matt takes it as, ‘so you want to hear my backstory?’ and we get the final (second-to-last?) flashback, of Vic and Joe in the basement with Matty’s body.

Creepy instance in chapter three: Brown, the cautious believer, sees ‘Freddy’ staring out the window. tries calling to him, but he doesn’t respond. Brown just goes to get some water, turns around, and Freddy’s gone… back to the couch. Sound asleep. He describes it to a POV character the next morning, and is brushed off as working himself up with all the local ghost nonsense.

Creep for chapter four roughly: Again, at night. but this time it’s Larry. He’s up, coming back from taking a piss or something. Goes by the kitchen, where he sees Freddy in his day clothes, bent over, front half hidden by the island counter. There’s the sound of pots and pans being shuffled about, but strangely Larry sees nothing moved, even as ‘Freddy’ motions something being moved. He tries asking what the kid’s looking for, getting silence. A few more words, and Freddy asks, sitting up on the couch, ‘who are you talking to?’ There’s the sound of something being unlatched, and the form begins to stand. Larry thinks he sees it out of the corner of his eye, his blood running cold, but it’s gone the moment he turns.

[next part will cover draft #1]

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“DADDY” FREDDY NEWANDYKE

FORM: blurb

GENRE: smut

PROMPT: “call me that again”

WARNINGS: slight degradation and daddy kink

REQUESTED: yes

the rustling of sheets tore you from your slumber; you look beside you to see your boyfriend standing beside the bed.

he was going to work even though he promised he would spend the day in bed with you; make you feel phenomenal.

covering your nude body with the discarded sheets, you look over at him and reach your hand out towards him.“ please, freddy, baby, stay in bed,” you whine, grasping your boyfriend‘s arm, “you promised me you’d stay.”

“i gotta go to work,” he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple.

he turned to leave, but you prevented him from doing so by pulling him in by the shoulders.

your hardened nipples brushed against his covered back,

“call in sick,” he seemed to mull it over momentarily, before ultimately deciding against it.

“you know i shouldn’t —”

“let me give you a reason to stay,” you whisper into the shell of his ear, “please.”

those were the magic words.

throwing himself back down on the bed, freddy grabs you by the waist and pulls you against his chest.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he growls, “such a little slut.”

long fingers brush against the lips of your pussy, feeling it’s wetness, “this wet already? gosh, i must be special.”

“course you are, daddy”

you swore you saw something in his eyes darken, before he plunged his fingers into your sopping core.

“say that again,” he says, “call me that again and i’ll fuck you into next week.”

“oh please daddy, i’ll be good.”

you were in for it now. . .

#freddy newandyke #freddy newandyke x reader #mr. orange x reader #mr. orange #tim roth #tim roth x reader #tarantino movies

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HAHA hi its me again <3 could you do a HC of the ResDogs teaching the reader how to drive?? (i need some motivation to study for my license ksksnksak)

i feel your pain haha i hope this helps a bit, you fuckin rock tho - love daisy

the dogs teaching you how to drive

warnings: cursing, driving is difficult lmaoaoao, not abiding by the law, this is purely FICTION dont you dare do any illegal stuff i write about

taglist: @darkskinbeautyhoe @imaginesbymk @electricalfireflies @trashybowtie @blanketybaby

pink

pink is ALWAYS up for a teaching lesson, i mean, he’s a fucking professional

knocking over the trash can and he’s questioning whyy he agreed to do this

“what the hell you told me you could drive!” and you’re like “i need help driving you dick!”

clear indicator on how this is gonna go

mr pink is such a backseat driver 😭

the whole ride consists of him trying to reach over and help while you’re swerving

“would you stop i’m trying to- OH MY GOSH-”

no pedestrians were hit, you think— “no don’t cry, just please. get out of the driver seat”

driving home in silence when the gas light comes on

both you and pink look down at the light, then at each other and you start tearing up

once he pulls into the gas station he takes off his seat belt and motions for you to come over

mr pink helps you pump gas — with one hand guiding yours, and his arm around your waist

gas is probably the only thing that goes right lol

“see? you’re a natural at this, maybe you can get better” he smiled, leaning on the car

you gave him a quick peck on the lips

picking up snacks from the gas station then heading home to study some more

he can’t necessarily go to the dmv with you bc he’s a criminal LMAO but he’ll wait outside

pink pulls the instructor aside and threatens him “if they don’t pass, i will personally run you over”

mr pink peppering your face with kisses while you get in the car “remember what i said, okay?”

that was half geared towards you and the teacher lol

you passed! and he could not have been happier — he’s lifting you into the air and cheering

but he still drives you home :)

orange

freddy is the best teacher

lets you drive around the police department parking lot after hours

it’s so cute, he sets up cones in the parking lot and cardboard cutouts and everything!

“you know it’s totally fine if you don’t get it your first time” he affirmed, with a hand on your thigh

he’s constantly reassuring you from the passenger seat

“if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t get my license until i was 24” which made you feel a bit better, and you shared laughed

him being so proud of you only knocking over 2 cones this time instead of 4

but kinda demolishing some of the cardboard cut outs

“i’m gonna have to arrest you now” freddy jokes making you frown “that’s not funny freddy”

making out in his car hehehe

helps you study for the written part of the test

spends about an hour digging through boxes for his flash cards

yes,, frederick newandyke uses flash cards still

feeds you fruite brutes when you get one right

falling asleep on the couch while studying

he drives you to the dmv, quizzing you the whole way there

“just be cool, you’ve got this. it’s all good”

freddy pulls you aside from the driver, “angel, i wanted to give you something that helped me pass”

he opens up his hand and it’s a spider-man figurine

you could die on the spot from pure love broo

you passed and freddy couldn’t be prouder!

now you keep the spider-man on your keychain wherever you go

blonde

no fucking way he’s letting you touch his car

so naturally he steals his brother vincent’s car

“floor it, baby! go go go” vic yells to you, looking back to see if vincent would follow

now on an adrenaline rush, you had no idea where you were going and it was thrilling lmaoo

vic kinda needs a refresher on how to drive after jail.. but you’ll be fineee

he’s very protective of you and his car and lets you just ride it out — no instruction

jsut cruising around in a stolen car, vic possibly napping (?) beside you

life is good — untilll someone swerved into your lane almost knocking you off the road

he was quick to roll down the window and stick his head out “learn to fucking drive, asshole!”

and you could not stop laughing

vic will always defend his baby 😌

once the fun was over it was time to really study, which you did by yourself

half because he’s bad at studying and half because you really needed to cram

vics road rage rubs off on you slowly but surely

the driving instructor was shocked by the amount of language you used

you looked over shyly, “sorry, it’s just a bit of road rage”

okay, you didn’t pass, but that’s okay!

to ease the pain vic takes you out for lunch to help take your mind off of things

“where are we going? i already failed vic, it’s not funny” you huffed as he turned into the dmv “just wait honey, it’ll be worth it”

vic turned into the parking spot next to your driving instructors and gave you ‘the look’

you and vic wrecking that guys car

there’s always time to drive, but not enough to key people’s car with your boyfriend ;)

white

despite being a criminal larry is a cautious driver

“just take it easy, check your mirrors, make sure its lined up” you huffed, “larry i got this”

honestly you’re not a bad driver larry just loves his car

gives his two cents while you’re studying

like a lot 😂

larry paced the floor then stopped, “you know it’s really not required to use a signal, but that’s just good practice for idiots”

then he stops again, “not saying you’re an idiot but-” making you laugh “okay just move on!”

sitting in his lap on the couch and acting like your driving — you grabbed his right hand “i shift gears, then i um”

“ten and two, sweetie. there ya go”

this was yet another excuse just to sit on larry’s beautiful thighs

larry smoothed your hair and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before heading out

larry grabbed your waist, and pulled you into a hug “i’m so proud of you sweetie” he whispered

a few weeks later you had been sharing a car with larry, and it was kind of hard given his job

and the fact you didn’t want to drive around with blood in the backseat

“hey, wake up sweetheart, i’ve got a surprise for you”

sleepily shuffling to the drive way to see a brand new car waiting there

your screams almost woke the whole neighborhood

“i called in a favor from cabo-” he was cut off by you pulling him into a deep kiss

you drive him everywhereeee and he’s so happy you like your new car

takes tons of polaroids of you in front/on the hood of your car

and keeps them in his car :’)

brown

never take lessons from a getaway driver — it’s a bad idea to let him teach anything

mr brown just hops in the the car and is like “alright go”

let the windows down, and turns the music up while giving you directions

“oh wait, i meant turn here”

probably the worst yet most entertaining dog to learn from

he’s so good at shortcuts and directions tho 🤷🏽‍♀️

you were coming up on a yellow light and started to slow “i bet you can’t make it” he challenged

speeding through almost every light like a video game

brown’s so bad at studying tho hahaha

“what about parallel parking?” brown thought for a second “it’s not essential, really”

brown kisses your shoulder “pleasee just come hang with me, you can study later” he groans

yep, attention whore

taking frequent breaks between playing with mr brown and studying alll day

carpool karaoke !!

SURPRISINGLY mr browns advice helped you pass

congratulates you when you get your license with a whole ass cake

‘good job, young jedi’ is written sloppily on the top

the first thing you two do is go to a drive in movie and celebrate

and yes, bringing the cake to eat in the car

“you wanna know something?” brown asked, “what?” you said looking over at him

“i never got my license”

this explains a lot

#mr blonde headcanon #mr blonde x reader #mr brown headcanon #mr brown x reader #mr orange headcanon #mr orange x reader #mr pink headcanon #mr pink x reader #mr white headcanon #mr white x reader #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs preference

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NSFW Alphabet - Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke)

Original Message(s): @anon hi! could you potentially do a nsfw alphabet for mr orange? thank you!! + @anon “Hi! I just found your blog and really like your Reservoir Dogs content! ♥️ would you be willing to do a NSFW Alphabet for Mr. Orange?”

ABSOLUTELY! I love him, we love Freddy !!!! I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible, as I know I have male, female, and non-binary readers who love Freddy. And we know he isn’t straight!

Warnings: Smut, 18+ ONLY! Explicit language and sexual situations

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Freddy is just so cuddly after sex, he’s really great at aftercare. He will be the big spoon, nuzzling his face into your hair, just breathing in that after-sex smell. He’ll always ask if you need anything, such as water or a snack. He’ll clean you up too, running you a bath if you so desire.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Has a bit of a hard time figuring out what his favorite body part of his is, personally. He’s a bit of a shy guy, and can sometimes be a bit awkward about his physical appearance. He likes more aspects about his personality than how he looks. But he does like his hair! He’s got a stylish middle part, it suits him very well.

As on you, well he wouldn’t say his favorite things about you would be physical as well. Are you absolutely gorgeous and the hottest person he’s ever seen in his life? Absolutely! Is that all you have to offer? Not at all! He loves your intelligence, interests, hobbies, everything.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Can barely control himself, Freddy acts like a horny teenager every time you engage in sexual acts. It’s messy, and he produces a lot of it. He’s a conscious boy and practices safe sex, so he firmly believes in the “wrap it before you tap it” mantra, so it is c o n t a i n e d.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s thought about a threesome before, but I think it just stays as one of his dirty fantasies as of right now. He’s not sure how open or comfortable you’d be with that idea. He’d love to bring another man in the bedroom....Mr.White? BYEEE!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s gone all the way with his past relationships and partners. So he does have some idea of what he’s doing! He’s not clueless, but he is a bit awkward and can still be a bit unsure during the act. Freddy knows what he’s doing, he just lacks the confidence in himself.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He also loves being dommed, he has some pretty strong sub energy to him. He loves it when you take control in the bedroom. When he’s on the jewel thief’s case, he’ll flaunt his new outfit in front of you. Next thing he knows, his hands are tied behind his back with his new black tie ;)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Freddy is a cutie, and he can be very goofy within the bedroom. He loves how comfortable the two of you can be around each other, and how he can let his guard down. His attitude is very playful in general.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His hair is very light, and there is not a whole lot of it. He doesn’t shave down there normally because there really just isn't a whole lot to shave in the first place, but if it’s something you notice or bothers you let him know and he’ll be happy to shave a bit.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Freddy is a head over heels romantic, and puts his very all into every aspect of the relationship the two of you share. During the moment, this is expressed even further. He wants you to know how important you are to him, and how much he really loves you. He won’t leave a single inch of skin untouched and unkissed. He worships you like the etherial being he thinks you are.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Mmmm like I said he’s got the sex drive of a horny teenage boy, so he’s gonna jack off a lot too haha. He doesn’t find anything wrong with it, and often will do it in the shower before he goes to work. Of course, he’d rather have you help him out. You always feels better then when he has to resort to fucking his hand. But you’re the only thing on his mind when he does jack off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's got some major subby behavior to him, and he’s going to love it if you’re the one who initiates sex, as well as are the more dominate person in the bedroom. He loves having his hands restrained, and not being allowed to touch you. Or, being constantly overstimmed to the point he can’t stop shaking and moaning, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He makes the most adorable faces when he comes.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Just the bedroom, he feels the most safest and vulnerable when these intimate acts are just shared between the two of you, with no outside interruptions or possibilities of getting caught. Just...he likes that comfort and feeling that it’s only the two of you against the world in those moments.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on extremely easily, and can surprisingly get flustered pretty fast. Freddy speaks with his eyes, letting you know how horny he is in that moment and how much he desperately needs you. He enjoys the slow burn, making out with him on the couch until you both can't stand how much you are turned on for each other anymore, and end up moving your activities to the bedroom. Or, maybe just right there on the couch too. Hey, Freddy is pretty impatient.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely no gunplay or knife play, anything that he uses while on the force is off limits. He goes to work, he goes undercover, and he leaves all of that at the door when he comes home with you. You are his safe haven, and he doesn’t want to be reminded of the danger he’s constantly putting himself in. Not to mention the danger he could be putting you in too. Also these types of acts are just dangerous in itself, and he’s worried that he might physically hurt you as well.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Can’t think of anything he loves more than seeing your lips wrapped around his cock, your doe eyes looking innocently up at him through your lashes. He’s very gentle, he lets you take it at your own pace, and doesn’t slam himself down your throat like some people would do. Freddy knows whatever you do he’s going to derive so much pleasure from it because of how sensitive he is. He’s more than happy to give as well, he’s an equal opportunist in the bedroom.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Varies on day to day, what his mood is, how he’s feeling, it all is up in the air. He tends to prefer soft, slow, intimate sex where you both can bask in each other’s pleasure. But he’s also not opposed to a quick, hard fuck as well when he is feeling particularly restless.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hey, sex is sex, no matter what form it takes on. Freddy is always down for a quickie - whether it’s bending you over across the kitchen counter and playing with you as you make pancakes, or pulling you into the shower with him, he’s down for whatever. But he does tend to want to take his time with you as well.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I mean, in a way yes. He’s always game to experience new avenues of pleasure, and exploring his sexuality and what really turns him on further with you. There’s a whole world of kink he hasn't discovered yet, and if it’s something you are into, he’s ready to take that adventure with you. He’s usually down to try anything once, as long as it is within reason.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could go all night if you'd let him. Once you get Freddy going, he doesn’t seem like he has any off switch. He gets almost immediately hard after every single round, it’s almost inhuman.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys kinda go along in that mantra of trying everything once (as long as you and him are both mutually comfortable.) So if it is something you both are interested in, he’s down to try it!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a tease, but he’s also the one who is always first to break when he’s feeling super needy. He’ll whine and beg you to just finally fuck him after a full day of just constantly teasing each other. He doesn’t have a whole lot of willpower, especially when it comes to you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

For all things considered, Freddy is a pretty loud guy. He is not ashamed to let you know how he is feeling with moans, gasps, pants, dirty talking in your ear, etc. He also tends to curse under his breath as he gets closer to climax, muttering nonstop “shit”s and “fuck”s in succession under his breath.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s pansexual with a male-leaning preference. But first and foremost he loves a person because of who they are, not because of their gender identity!! So he doesn’t have really any preference, he just always has found himself a bit more attracted to guys throughout his life. But he also loves women!!! Like so much as well. And non-binary people? Forget it. Trans??? Beautiful omg. He’s a whole flustered mess who has so much love to give.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Pretty average. It’s not too big, but he really knows how to use it. He’s more girth than length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think it is very easy to see how high his sex drive is, and it doesn’t help that you always look so damn tempting. He can barely keep his hands off of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually after sex, he feels really pumped up and ready to go, so he doesn’t fall asleep immediately after. He’s also secretly hoping you’ll pull him back and go for round two...or three...or four ;) But he’ll love to just sit up with you and talk about anything that comes to mind, and you snuggle up next to each other’s naked bodies.

#mr. orange x reader #mr orange x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #Freddy Newandyke imagine #reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs imagine #reservoir dogs preference #Tim Roth x reader #Tim Roth imagine

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{BLOG UPDATE & REQUEST INFO/UPDATES}

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Hello, my fellow sinners!

This here is just as titled, a small blog update.

Now the only things that are changing are how I will take requests, who I will write requests of and possible smaller future changes.

The smaller future changes are just changes in my writing. I'm hoping to improve my writing and take more time for my writings. Since my future writings are gonna change that means I will probably go through all my old ones and update them (I will add whether I have edited them or not on the post.) I also may change the aesthetic of my blog slightly but that's not as important lol.

Now for what you guys are waiting the hear about: The Requests.

Not much is going to change other than how many requests I will take and who I will write for (I'm also going to add what I won't write of/for but the list is very small lol)

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[Characters I will Write for]

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Reservoir Dogs:

- Mr. White / Lawrence Dimmick

- Mr. Orange / Freddy Newandyke

- Mr. Blonde / Victor Vega

- Mr. Pink / Sterling Bancroft ((Since Mr. Pink didn't have a real name in the movie I made one for him lmao I hope yall like it))

- Mr. Brown / Julian Dalton ((Once again, the character didn't have a name so I gave him one :)

- 'Nice' Guy Eddie Cabot

Pulp Fiction:

- Vincent Vega

- Jules Winnfield

- Mia Wallace

- Winston 'The Wolf' Wolf

- Marsellus Wallace

- Jimmie Dimmick

- Fabienne

- Butch Coolidge

- Buddy Holly

- Pumpkin

- Hunny Bunny

Django Unchained:

- Dr. King Shultz

- Broomhilda von Shaft

- Django 'Freeman'

The Hateful 8:

- Joe Gage

- Oswaldo Mobray

- John Ruth

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Those are all the characters I will write for. I have decided, due to my new chaotic schedule, that I will only be taking 5 requests at a time. I will frequently update my requests from Open to Closed so keep your eyes open if you want to make any requests!

Now the things I won't write:

- Incest

- R@pe/Non-Con ((In certain fics I might allude to these topics but I refuse to go into detail and write scenes about them ALSO this does not include Con-non-con I am open to writing those types of fics but not real non-con or r@pe))

- Nothing with feces, I don't mind writing for piss kinks but DEFINITELY no feces

- Angst- let me elaborate, I won't write a full-on angst fic (at least not 95% of the time) But I will do hurt/comfort type stuff, just not full-on Angst.

Types of Structures I will write in:

- HCs

- Drabbles

- One-Shots/Imagines

- Mini-Series ((2-6 Fics))

As I am currently writing this, I can't think of anything else to add But I might update this sooner or later so until then these are the updates and new rules for the requests and for my blog in general.

I currently only have 2 Requests that I am working on currently so if you are wanting to make a request I have 3 slots open!

I hope you all don't mind me doing this, I just wanted to add a little bit more structure to the blog because it's really taken off. I know I haven't posted a lot lately but I'm really trying to get better at that. :) I hope you all have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night. Thank you for reading and supporting me <3

- Fandom Of Pulp Dogs

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End of the Year Faves!

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

Tagged By: @lxncelot & @moonlit-imagines (thank you both, this was so fun!)

Tagging: Any writer who’d like to! I’m ready to read what you’ve got to share!

In order from oldest to newest:

Things My Heart Used to Know - Frank Castle x Reader (Posted: May 8, 2020) - I’ve always loved writing for Frank Castle and I don’t know. I just had to write something using the song (Once Upon A December), the idea came to me. There was no real one point in this where I knew I was going to get through and I’m pleased that my rambling writing turned into this

Worry - Freddy Newandyke x Reader (Posted: May 21, 2020) - Reservoir Dogs is arguably one of my favorite fandoms to write for because the film itself leaves a lot open ended. It’s great to explore the various directions that you can take the characters and I wanted to use this piece as a way of exploring what would happen after the film

Bound - Tony Stark x Reader (Posted: July 13, 2020) - Ok this one just came to me. I had the ending idea before I’d even written the rest of the fic and it was more a matter of writing everything to get to the one scene I knew I just HAD to write

Imagine being in a long-term relationship with Malcolm and him telling you about Martin - Malcolm Bright x Reader (Posted: Aug 21, 2020) - So this says it was requested by Anonymous but it was actually something I wanted to write and felt guilty about posting since it wasn’t really requested. Oops. Anyway I was playing around with stuff for the Prodigal Son series rewrite and I wanted to explore another avenue where Malcolm has been seeing someone who doesn’t know about Martin. I’m not certain how realistic that would be but I like the concept of Malcolm getting to be open with someone who doesn’t care about his past and what caused Malcolm’s trauma, they just accept the trauma and want Malcolm to heal

Only Time Will Tell - Bucky Barnes x Reader (Posted: Aug 28, 2020 [that’s my birthday, hey!]) - This was something I’d been wanting to write for years but I’ve always felt guilty about posting things I wanted to write when I had requests that people were waiting on. This was the first year I really allowed myself to write for me and this was the first Follower Celebrated Content where followers vote on original ideas that I’ve collected over the years. Again this was always something I really wanted to explore and it was gratifying to see that others wanted me to explore the idea too

Becoming Whole - Aaron Hotchner x Reader (Posted: Sep 8, 2020) - Sometimes you’re just inspired to write something and nothing inspires me more than writing fluff for my favorite characters. What can I say, I just want Aaron to be happy and that’s all this was about.

Contemplate - Buddy (Baby Driver) x Reader (Posted: Oct 2, 2020) - Contemplate is the third in a series of personal fics that I’ve posted as a way of coping with certain things but all are connected by the same medical syndrome that I have (and don’t worry they can all be read as standalone pieces). I wrote this one because migraines fucking suck and I wanted some comfort shit with a favorite character.

Shattered - Arthur Curry x Reader (Posted: Nov 8, 2020) - Confession time: I wrote this the morning of Nov 8 and posted it the same day because I had been putting this off for a bit of time due to life stuff. I’m not certain what was originally written but halfway through I scrapped it and wrote this instead. I’m so glad I did. All I wanted to do was explore the real life aspects of being a member of the Justice League as well as ruler of Atlantis and what kind of toll that might take on someone’s personal life

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

PUTTING (EUPHORIA) MAKEUP ON THEM

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie

Tags: swearing, tarantino characters not appreciating the beauty of makeup ??

Taglist: @locke-writes & @aryn-the-bearheart

A/N: i am currently planning a reservoir dogs/pulp fiction x OC AU fic that's euphoria-themed, but i feel like its just hyper fixation and my untreated adhd will just make me abandon it entirely and bounce back to fixating on HBO war fics :P enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

( i added links to the makeup looks they have lol! its highlighted so you will see )

━︎ MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )

He thinks you're joking, but you're so serious

Mr. White laughs out loud. "C'mon. Don't do that to me, y/n. I'll wear those things the day aliens land and go clubbing in L.A."

One time he's so drunk from the bar that he comes home and gets too curious when he sees you organizing your makeup station. "All right, I'll bite. Make me look like a doll."

He's not sober so he moves too much, and you're struggling.

"Finally done!"

He checks the vanity. You went simple but bold on graphic eyeliner. "Ho-ly shit!" He laughs. "I could pick up women and men at the bar if I went out like this earlier."

━︎ MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

Freddy has a nice eye shape, so you decide to give him a smokey eye look with glitter tears

He lowkey doesn't mind it, he knows he's good looking so why not add more shine to it?

"Stop moving, Freddy. You'll make me mess up."

He checks the mirror. "How do you come up with this?"

You take a lot of photos of him, and he keeps it on for the whole day that he'll forget that he's wearing makeup

Officer Holdaway from the police department visits him at the apartment with some case files he picked up for him. "What the FUCK happened to you, man?"

━︎ MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA )

He thinks it's too girly, and would only appreciate it if it was worn on someone attractive

Mr. Blonde mainly likes red lipstick and loves it when you leave lipstick stains on him

You're actually worried that he'll touch his face too much that it'll ruin his makeup (he touches his face too much)

He's so annoyed that he finally gives in and lets you experiment.

You let him choose the colours on the palette. "I dunno, that one."

He hums when he looks in the mirror. "Yeah. It's cool." He kinda likes it, but he immediately makes you wipe it all off.

━︎ MR. PINK

There is absolutely no way Pink is ever gonna wear makeup, let alone let you put a dab of blush on him

He will literally swat your hand away and try to throw you off the couch when you pounce on his lap with a powder brush in your hand

He's passed out on the couch and you slowly and carefully apply pink liner on him

He wakes up all groggy, annoyed, and confused as to why you're smiling and laughing so devilishly. "What's the fuckin' matter with you?" He goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror. "Y/N L/N YOU ARE SO DEAD."

━︎ MR. BROWN

Brown will only say yes as long as you don't make him go out in public

"Fine," he huffs. "But I want a Madonna glam."

You agreed because he couldn't stop talking about Like A Virgin the whole day.

As he's watching you look at the eyeshadow palette, you decide on the neon colours for the 80s vibe.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he says to you.

He keeps bombarding you with questions about the brushes. "There's a whole routine to makeup?! Jesus."

"I guess I do feel kinda pretty," he chuckles to himself in the mirror.

He messes up his makeup because he kept scratching his eyes!!!!

━︎ NICE GUY EDDIE ( EDDIE CABOT )

"No fuckin' way, y/n. Do I look like a lab rat?"

"I promise I'll make it look cool." You bribe him to do it. You'll do extra hours with Dove if he lets you do his makeup.

He's in his office chair and you're sitting cross-legged on his desk, working on his face like an artist with their canvas.

He's sweating and constantly checks the door because anyone can walk in, even Joe or the Dogs, and see him wearing makeup. He would have to crawl into a turtle shell and go into hiding for the rest of his life if his Dad caught him.

"Jesus, are you almost done?"

"Just about done." You put the lid back. "Do you like it?"

He checks the tiny mirror on the wall. "Oh." He nods. "Did you superglue gems on my face?!"

The door opens. Mr. Blonde is standing there, jaw dropped on the floor.

#reservoir dogs preference #reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs #reader insert #preference #mr white x reader #mr orange x reader #mr blonde x reader #mr pink x reader #mr brown x reader #nice guy eddie x reader

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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if I could put in a request for an HC of what it would be like to be roommates with Mr. Orange? Feel free to delete this if you’re too busy!

BACK AT IT AGAIN EVERYONE, at least for now, lmfao! Thank you for the request, anon, I super appreciate your patience after all this time and I apologize for how ridiculously long it took to do these up! I hope its okay that these are going to be shorter, as I only have a minimal amount of free time before I have to be right back into school. How has everyone been lately? Anyways, I think this is a FANTASTIC idea and I’m excited to write about it! Coming right up anon! All credit to the GIF goes to its owner, its not mine!

Gonna tag my besties, @itscrimsonsixx and @scarletcountesss here, what do you girls think Orange would be like?

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Requested Headcanons, Platonic!

SYNOPSIS: Freddy Newandyke is a gender neutral reader’s roommate, who gets up to some crazy stuff!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing and that’s it, it’s quite fluffy! <3

Oh, you are not prepared for the shenanigans and hijinks that this overgrown child will get up to alongside you! If you were looking for somebody mature, calm, and quiet, the polar opposite is what you got with Freddy. He may be goofy and kiddish, but he’s not intolerable, and is actually quite a responsible roommate when compared to other jerks who you could have landed.

His stuff being strewn absolutely EVERYWHERE. He is not a person who is set on organization, tidying is the bane of his existence. Expect there to be comic books, dirty underwear, half-eaten cereal boxes, even action figures all over his bedroom, never crossing into your part of the apartment. When you’ve tried to talk to him about it, he promises to start trying to make an effort to be cleaner, but it never takes effect. Truthfully, you don’t mind, and think it’s kind of funny.

The two of you staying up to play board games and card games, personal favourites being Cards Against Humanity, Killer Bunnies, Villainous Marvel Edition, and of course, DND, like the nerds you are!

Also binging old movies and TV shows on Saturdays and Sundays, he’ll bust a quarter of his paycheck just on snacks for you two to gorge on for a fun evening together.

Him being there as emotional support if you need him and likewise. There are times when the two of you have had especially rough days, just needing some quiet time in the other’s company or a laugh. He’s super great at making you giggle with his stupid antics, it’s the cure for any malady after all in his mind. But if you need to be alone too, he’ll respect that as well. Whatever you need, he’s there for. One time in particular, Freddy was quite depressed after a nasty outing with the ResDogs. You cheered him up by whipping up some guacamole and taco chips, plunking him down on the sofa to watch Lost Boys for the billionth time. He’d lay his head on your shoulder, platonically of course, and get lost in the movie with you as his cares melted away.

Not minding whether or not you bring home any friends or dates, he’s really cool with it as a whole as long as you guys don’t make too big of a mess, respect him and his boundaries, and don’t lay a finger on his mint collection of comics. He’s busting out the lightsaber toy if they get anywhere near his pulp children, no questions asked.

You are one of the only ones to know about his undercover work with the Reservoir Dogs, him trusting you not to tell. You don’t, of course, keeping your mouth shut when White and Eddie and Brown all come over to hang out. They like you too, thinking you’re pretty cool too. You’re also the only one to know about his affections for White, the desires he harbours for the grizzled criminal. The gay pining is just too adorable, better than any romantic comedy. A part of you wishes you could play matchmaker for the two guys, however you like Freddy too much to get that involved. But you wait in the sidelines as their biggest fan, ready to do whatever you can to make sure they realize the love they have for each other.

Overall, Orange is an excellent person to have as a roommate, a better one that you could not have dreamt of having!

I hope that these were sufficient, anon, please do let me know if you don’t like them and I can whip up some new ones with no hard feelings at all! Please have a wonderful week everyone and thank you for all your continued support despite my absence! Love y’all a ton, Moxie out! <3

#killingitreservoirdogsstyle #Quentin Tarantino #Reservoir dogs #resdogs #mr orange #mr orange x reader #platonic headcanons #mr orange headcanon #freddy newandyke #freddy newandyke x reader #tim roth #tim roth x reader #anonymous request #thank you so much anon!#movies

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henrylevesconte · 4 years

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not to be evil but 50 for creamsicle dude

50- In the Afterlife

(Spoilers for Reservoir Dogs, language, and descriptions of wounds/violence)

“I’m a cop, Larry.” Freddy chokes as his vision blurs, the second bullet burning a hole through his already injured stomach. He’s dying and no matter what words Larry says to calm him, he’s fucking dead when the cops finally get to him.

Freddy had been painting the warehouse floor red for hours as the heist members bickered over what to do with him and now they were all dead except for White and Orange. Even if the LAPD bust through the door now and arrested an injured Mister White and managed to get Freddy to a hospital in time, he couldn’t live with himself. He couldn’t live with Larry, his Larry, believing they would serve jail time together, that he was right in killing Joe Cabot and Nice Guy Eddie. His soul was too heavy for him to die a liar.

The howl the older thief emits is the most heartbroken sound Freddy has ever heard and he sinks more into the older man’s lap, deflated and defeated. He can’t see him but he feels hot tears fall on his face from above. He tries in vain to grab onto his Larry, but his arms felt like jello, like he was trying to fight in a dream, punch underwater. He would be frustrated if he could feel anything at all besides the creeping coldness.

“I’m so sorry, oh Larry I’m so sorry.” Freddy chanted, over and over as he felt something cool press against his cheek. There was something happening in the distance but he could only hear Larry as he mourned for the person he thought he had fallen so deeply in love with. Freddy couldn’t blame him, he liked Mister Orange a hell of a lot better than the sad kid turned Cop Freddy Newandyke.

The younger man tried again, this time to tell him, to tell Larry his name like Larry did for him when the took the car but there was a loud sound outside that startled both men. The last sound Freddy heard before the world went entirely black was the sounds of his colleagues finally storming the building. Too little too late for him as he was another corpse in the ill-fated warehouse. Freddy Newandyke died a free man but an unhappy one, in the arms of the only person he had ever truly loved and the only man he had ever completely betrayed.

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Freddy wakes up after awhile, not sure where he is or what happened, vague images of the last scenes in the warehouse playing over in his mind as he tried to adjust his wary olive eyes. His hands quickly flew to his belly burying them under his tank top and feeling for what he was sure was two bullet holes only to find the smooth freckled untouched skin, just as it had been the morning before everything went to absolute shit. His hands slowly retracted, feeling his torso before he rubbed his eyes with balled fists until he could finally see he was laying in his brightly lit, shitty little LA apartment. The walls were the aqua blue he remembered begging his landlord to let him paint the place and ultimately won. He let out of a nervous laugh that threatened to turn into a sob if he didn’t keep himself together.

“How the hell am I here?” Freddy contemplated as he reached across his bedside table, retrieving a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. The young man pushed back his light brown hair back, noting the absence of sweat and pomade before fiddling with the lighter. “Mother fucker.” He seethed, pink lips wrapped around the cigarette as he tried desperately to get the thing to actually light.

Maybe he was in hell and this was a very minor inconvenience but part of a larger punishment? After all he deserved what was coming for him. He was a liar, a murderer, a thief. And all of it was for vanity and respect from men who saw his profession as subhuman anyways. Who was he really trying to impress; the LAPD who thought he was better off being a desk jockey and undercover fodder or the mob boss that said every slur under the sun with his brat and team of psychopaths? Freddy ended up like the psychopaths more than he was willing to admit. He ended up liking Mister White even more but he didn’t want to think about him.

The young man managed to get the lighter to do its job, enjoying the relief nicotine brought to his high strung nerves as he settled back down against his headboard. He ran a thumb over the broken lighter, looking at it a bit more now that he had calmed himself out of an existential panic. It looked so familiar but surely it wasn’t his, Freddy had a habit of misplacing every lighter he owned, always having to rely on someone else for a light.

That’s how he first really met Larry Dimmick, behind the club Joe and Eddie had invited him out to where he told the most riveting fucking story of 1992. He was sweating through his leather jacket, worried sick that he got any part of the commode story wrong and trying to take a break from being the cool dope peddler. White met him outside, cool as cool can be, in his Hawaiian shirt, half unbuttoned and inviting. Dark hair slicked back and styled like he was some sort of old Hollywood gangster.

“Hey, kid. Need a light?” Freddy swallowed down his nerves before leaning into the older man, cigarette between his lips as it takes a few tries and one curse to get Larry to light him one. The whole time, Freddy looks up at him from under his eye lashes, studying the firm and handsome face of the thief, justifying it as he would need to pick him out of a line up later. Tracing over every line and mark, and occasionally meeting whiskey brown eyes when they weren’t focused on the lighter.

“Thanks, man..” He said muffled between the cigarette and trying to keep himself cool. Larry lit himself one next before leaning up against the alleyway, one foot pressed to the bricks to keep his balance. This mystery man (at the time) was the coolest mother fucker in LA and Freddy was already screwed.

“Hell of a story you told back there. I know we can’t exchange names, but I’d like to buy you a drink....”

“Larry????” The memory faded just as it has begun as reality hit him like a ton of bricks. Freddy squirmed, falling out of bed just as quickly as he had gotten up. The cigarette nearly abandoned and burning a hole in his beige carpet. He quickly recovered it, snuffing it out in an ash tray and rolling back onto his feet. He reached the door, throwing it open only to find the Mister White standing in his kitchen, coffee mug cradled in his hands as he greeted him.

“About time you got up, kid. I thought you were gonna sleep all day.” There was no malice in his voice, which hurt the younger man even more than if Larry had lashed out at him. Instead, he was pulling out a chair for him at his wobbly little breakfast table and pouring Freddy fresh brewed coffee in his favorite mug (the one with Wolverine on it). It was domestic, just like it had been before the heist when they broke the rules time and time again to meet up in Orange’s apartment. They became fast friends and even faster lovers. White was in his bed three days after meeting in the bar and every night since. And Freddy had gotten so used to waking up to fresh coffee made by the thief who always woke up much earlier than him. This scene was pulled straight from the good times, before the failed diamond heist, the chase, the bullets...

Freddy stood in the door way like a frightened animal, unwilling to get any closer and clenching the lighter in his fist. The older man sighed deeply, annoyed already but trying a different approach to coax him forward.

“I’m not mad at you, Orange. Not now. But I need to talk to you, you at least owe me a conversation.” He did. He really owed him so much more and he hated hearing his alias. So Freddy settled into the kitchen, perching on his chair but pulling his legs up to his chest as he exchanged the lighter for the mug.

“Freddy. Freddy Newandyke.” He said, he had been so careful with his name, unlike Larry who came to him with his heart on his sleeve from the start. “Please call me that.” Larry frowned, digesting the information before shooting him a classic smile. That was the thing that killed him (well he was already dead..) the most, how accepting his Larry was.. If he still was his Larry.

“I never pictured you a Freddy but now that I know, it suits you. Kind of cute.” Larry pulled out his own chair and sat next to him, the younger man just now noticed that he was wearing his own pajamas, they were both as they were before everything went to shit. “Well Freddy, what the fuck was that all about huh?”

Freddy sighed, burning his tongue on his still too hot coffee before he began his full confession.

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They talked and established three things over four pots of coffee and a few packs of cigarettes:

They were dead, Larry had shot Freddy and the LAPD had shot Larry for it. And they were in some form of purgatory, Larry was more into the idea of it being a different plane of existence while Freddy was sure they were in the biblical definition of purgatory.

Freddy was a cop, the one feeding the police information about the heist the whole time but he was remorseful about it.

They loved each other still despite what happened.

Larry held his hand, rubbing his knuckles with a calloused thumb while Freddy choked out the last of it. He was a mess, worked up and teary eyed with his free arm flailing for emphasis with every “I’m sorry, I fucked up, I don’t deserve you.”

The older man shook his head and pulled Freddy into his lap, cradling him like he was on the warehouse floor again but with less urgency. Mister White wrapped an arm around his waist and used the other to cup his cheek.

“You broke my fucking heart, kid.” Larry whispered into his temple before placing soft kisses along his hairline. Freddy shuttered at the tenderness he truly did not deserve, he clung instead to Larry for dear life as he continued to whisper to him, “But I killed you so I’d call that even.”

“I’m sorry, Larry. I’ll never not be sorry about this. I love you so much..” He whimpered before being silenced by Larry’s lips on his own. He had missed them so much after getting caught up in a whirlwind of events, it felt like he was finally home. Here in Larry Dimmick’s arms and with his lips on his. Freddy could have sworn he felt his heart beat again. It was Larry who broke it off to brush the hair from his lovers face.

“We’ve got time, and I love you so much, Freddy, I’m willing to give it another try.” Larry smiled at him like he was telling the fake commode story and Freddy’s soul felt more free than he had in ages. Maybe this was heaven after all.

#ask meme #fuck this is long #reservoir dogs #larry dimmick #freddy newandyke #mister white #mister orange #creamsicle #i write sins and tragedies #hungry-hobbits #angst #with fluff at the end #spoilers for a movie that came out in the 90s

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