#Freddy Newandyke imagine

[rockhoundbeck]

Sooo coming back to shitposting :D

"Am I fat?"

Mr. White: Why u worry about it? All bodies are beautiful ☺

Mr. Orange: what? No, don't think like that 😽

Mr. Brown: *stops and thinks* I think u look great ☺

Mr. Blue: (I think he'd basically have the same answer as Mr. White xd)

Mr. Blonde: I know 4 fat ppl and ur 3 of them- (motherfucker 😭)

Mr. Pink: 😼 fat is what u make my dick-

Help, I just made this based on meme, don't hate on me 😭

[reservoirreputation]

Dimples, Chapter Two

Holdaway

Holdaway sips at coffee that’s rapidly cooling off. The breakfast rush of people on their way to work, or coming off the nightshift, bustles all around him. His usual booth by the window, overlooking the parking lot, feels very lonely. He stares at the empty seat across from himself.

Freddy Newandyke’s car was found abandoned a half-mile away from the Golden Gate Bridge, this morning. No note, no sign of struggle, or suggestion his vehicle had been stolen. Two major life changes of which to note; he had moved out of LA, which Holdaway had flown back to only an hour before, and that the trial was to begin, tomorrow. He lingers on the latter, a frown etched onto his face.

He had thought the kid leaving town would be a good thing. Considering how the armed robbery trial went, skipping town, completely moving away, was probably best for Freddy Newandyke’s health. Holdaway thinks back to the empty car. If he’s honest with himself, he can see the mother’s point. She didn’t even know the half of it.

He takes another sip. A waitress graciously comes over and tops off his coffee with fresh heat. It’s welcome on a chilly Cali morning like today. He thinks of giving her a good tip, just on the drink, alone. He thinks back, to one of the times Freddy was really struggling in physical therapy, how he told Holdaway a story.

Freddy was doing crunches, face flushed. His core muscles were back to square one in terms of strength and endurance. He told bits and bobs of a story, gritting his teeth against the pain.

“So Pink goes on this rant-” one rep, “-about not tipping waitresses-” two reps “and everyone thinks he’s an asshole!” he laughs, “Joe comes over,” three “and looks at the receipt, and says” four “Who didn’t tip?” five, “Bullies the poor bastard in front of god and everyone.” he lies flat in a pool of his own sweat.

Holdaway hadn’t said anything then; he couldn’t imagine what it was like to recover from such injuries. But, the way Freddy talked about the crew of violent criminals, most of whom were now dead, disturbed him.

Still does. He’s halfway down the mug. It’s no wonder the rest of the department harassed him. Freddy’s mind was still in the field. He could only imagine what the water cooler talk was this morning; ‘Newandyke finally snapped and joined his buddies’ ‘Fairy couldn’t take the shame of a trial’ ‘Only good rat is a dead one’

He looks at the table, imagines, for just one second, that Freddy’s across from him, eyes alight with new info. Pity turns to frustration; why couldn’t the kid just tow the line? He downs his mug.

It’s a sunny day in LA. Holdaway is out of the office, heading to one of his favorite haunts, where he usually breaks in the newbies. Today’s student:

Officer Newandyke.

A fresh-faced thirty-one year old, his hair trendy, face round like it’s still full of baby fat. Holdaway could imagine his late grandmother reaching out and pinching the kid’s cheeks. He stifles a laugh, and looks at the kid’s attire; LA casual, functional. Clearly local. Might just survive.

The lot’s on the site of an old abandoned post office, the signs of old foundations now nothing more than bricks and rubble. He shakes Freddy’s hand, “The name’s Holdaway. I’m gonna make sure you don’t get killed.”

“You should know how much my Mom will appreciate that.”

“Real momma bear type, huh?”

“Anything happens to me, she’ll kill ya.” he laughs.

The rundown of the job, the targets, “Joe Cabot is a nasty piece of work. His son, Eddie, is a real chip off the old block.” He opens a file with some headshots, “When we take down Joe, the punk’s gonna be his successor. Catching them both at once is preferred. Thankfully, the PD’s a little more realistic than that.” he looks at Newandyke, trying to measure him up. “You ever do undercover before? Maybe at another department?”

“No.” he shakes his head.

“No one else more experienced could be spared?” Holdaway knew that might hit a nerve, but now wasn’t the time to pussyfoot around.

“I think I was picked for my boyish looks and charm.” The smirk is hollow, hinting at something more.

“You fuck up at the office?” he wonders if this is all to let an existing issue cool down.

“Nah. I don’t feel liked, exactly, but my record’s clean.”

Holdaway feels he is getting the picture now; cops could sus out when one of their own barked up certain trees. Without warning, they’d just ice you out. It made him a little sad, because this guy, a kid, honestly, probably hasn’t had enough time to mess up, or to catch on. Holdaway would have to see how Newandyke would do, how well he could take direction, and go from there.

Luckily for them both, Newandyke’s a natural.

Holdaway sits at the diner booth, twiddling his thumbs. He and Freddy agreed on a certain time, and the kid was five minutes late. He felt like a teacher, ready to scold a tardy student. But, those five minutes could mean anything.

Freddy comes in, a little breathless, and very guilty. Holdaway decides to give him a break, and ease the tension with a smile, “’Bout time you showed up!”

An uneasy grin, “Not a great first impression, huh?”

“Don’t need to impress me, man.” they embrace, sit down. “How’s your first week been?”

“Getting to know people. And by know, I mean get the silent treatment.” he sighs, waits for a waitress to set down a complimentary water. “No Joe, so far.”

“No shit.”

“It’s almost like they’re cautious or somethin’.” he takes a big gulp. “A lot of people I’ve come across are one and done, haven’t seen them again. Nice Guy Eddie explained that the people I could be working with, should I be cleared, won’t ever know my real name.” he frowns, “So, obviously, everyone I’m currently interacting with won’t be important, come trial.”

“Keep your eyes peeled, man. Every face, every identifying marker, it’s everything.”

Freddy pauses. A moment later, he says, somewhat shyly, “There was this one guy I saw leaving the big office. No Joe, but this guy was coming out.” he gulps more water. “Think I saw a tattoo, Navy. On the arm, real faded.“

“Great! What else?”

“White, maybe 50s, dark hair, youthful eyes. Smiles a lot.”

That hangs in the air a moment.

“He say anything to you?”

“Almost caught me staring.” the kids trying to hide his reddening face. “It always catches me off guard, when I see ex-military involved with this shit.”

A decent save, Holdaway thinks. He considers telling Freddy to lean into the infatuation part, but figures that could be a bad mistake. Fatal, even. “Guys like him likely get that all the time. Besides, you probably won’t see him again.”

Holdaway doesn’t often visit HQ, but when he does, it’s usually because of paperwork.

The office culture was always an aspect that Holdaway never cared for. Get any like-minded group of people in a room, fill that room to capacity. On top of this, it’s work, they’re your colleagues, and most of you have the same workplace hazards. You’re overworked, underpaid, and more than a little on-edge. Personal life, likely bad. Home life in general, likely a shitty apartment. Career prospects, depends on how long you can survive. Surrounded by mostly men, it’s like the most toxic locker room on steroids. Holdaway’s work allows him freedom, fresh air. Every time he’s brought back to HQ, he considers retirement.

One of the few benefits of the office, however, was its free coffee. Taking advantage, Holdaway pours himself a foam cup, and fixing it up, when a group of rookies wander into the little kitchen. Another joy about Holdaway’s work is that he’s not around enough to be recognized, so he feels no need to hightail it out of there. He listens as this group of boys, barely able to grow an even beard, are shooting the shit. It takes another second for Holdaway to realize what exactly it is they’re on about.

“Has he said anything?”

“Jack and shit. There’s word he won’t say fuck-all on the stand.”

“Why? Everyone will be watching.”

“When you’ve been around a certain type of animal,” one of them takes on a false sense of wisdom, “the only way to survive is to be their bitch.”

“So it’s true? He went native?”

“I hear he writes one of them love letters.” they giggle, “Takes pinup shots and everything.”

Holdaway looks over the selection of donuts. He picks one, and sits down at the big, and otherwise unoccupied, lunch table.

“What possesses someone to do that?”

“A guy who was strange to begin with. It’s no better than those women guards who fall in love with the inmates, have their babies, help them escape.”

Holdaway cuts in. He laughs, real casual like, “Man, I’d hate to have y’all in my department.” like they’re too much, too funny, too real.

The idiots take the bait, “And where’s that?” they’re matching his energy.

He lets them sit with it, finishes his food, throws away his half-empty cup of shitty free coffee, “Undercover training.” his smile falls.

The rookies pale and wither under his stare. One leaves, one grovels, and the other tries to make excuses, “We were only joking.”

“I hope you never go through a fraction of what he went through.”

“We didn’t say-”

“You didn’t have to.”

“It was just-”

“-a mistake. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

Holdaway leaves the lunch room, and HQ, heading back to his car. It’s a week until the armed robbery trial begins, and the office gossip was already this bad. He feels a little for poor Newandyke. But, all the kid has to do is stick to the terms. Everything would be fine.

Holdaway considers Florida as the place to go. Buy a cheap place minutes from the coast, away from all mentions of LA.

The mood is dower, perfectly matching the bar they’re at. Sipping whiskeys, Holdaway and Newandyke drink in silence. It’s nearly midnight, and just hours ago the LAPD’s worst fears were confirmed.

“Jury sure taking their sweet time.” it makes Holdaway nervous. The verdict should’ve been obvious and swift. Every passing hour was a slap to the department’s face.

“You mad?”

“Their lawyer got you good.” a beat later, “That how you really feel? That backup failed you?”

“We’re not supposed to lie on the stand.”

Holdaway suppresses a laugh, “Work’s gonna be hell, tomorrow.”

“I turned in my badge, earlier.”

“Tonight?”

“A couple hours ago.” he nods.

“You’re not wrong to be angry.” Holdaway reasons, “I don’t know if the courtroom was the place to air your grievances, but you’re not wrong.”

“Made everyone look bad, huh?”

“Something along those lines.”

“Those terms are history, aren’t they?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“So, it’s not the end.”

Holdaway watches as Freddy finishes his drink. It’s hard to be angry at the guy when you’re sitting next to him.

“Think I’ll take my Mom up on that offer.”

“And what’s that?”

“Moving back up to ‘Cisco.”

That is probably the smartest thing Freddy can do. “Don’t forget to write.”

“Send you a postcard.”

He dials up Freddy. It’s been a month since they’ve seen each other. His LA number still works, which is good. Pleasantries are exchanged. Obligatory small talk. Time to get down to business.

“DA’s changed his mind about the murder charge.” Holdaway says, “It’ll happen soon. I’m sorry.”

“Figures.”

“You gonna be there?”

“Prosecution won’t have me.” It’s both a prediction and a statement.

“Enjoy San Francisco, man.”

“Thanks for everything, Holdaway.” a pause on the other end, and it sends chills down his spine, “I haven’t made it easy on you, but I’ve known for a long time… you were the only one who had my back.”

Holdaway hides his tears, despite being alone in a phone booth. “You’re worth it, man. I’m sorry things didn’t turn out differently.”

Holdaway gets ready for bed, his thoughts still plagued by Freddy’s disappearance. The murder trial is to begin tomorrow, and he needs to clear his head. He thinks back to Mrs. Newandyke’s words, ‘My son wouldn’t kill himself.’, ‘It’s Cabot’s men. All of the LAPD knows it.’

He doesn’t know what to think. Holdaway didn’t peg the guy for being that depressed, but could also see, because of their numerous conversations, that Freddy wasn’t fitting back in. He could also see Cabot’s men getting rid of the rat that got their boss and heir killed. He also thinks, though he’d never dare say it out loud-

-that the LAPD might have something to do with it.

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[imaginesbymk]

Reservoir Dogs Drabble.

PAIRING / mr. orange/freddy newandyke x reader

PROMPT / #5 ‘radio’

NON REQUESTED 

TAGS / mention of drugs

TAGLIST / @locke-writes​ @aryn-the-bearheart​

AUTHOR’S NOTE / enjoy!!!! <3 [gif credit]

IT was that guy. The weed dealer that Nice Guy Eddie told you about.

You had to admit, other than his crazy story about walking in the men’s bathroom holding a large bag of weed, and running into four cops and their sniffing dog and acting natural - he seemed like a pretty cool guy. He didn’t seem weird or creepy, which was already a good start. 

No one was allowed to reveal each other’s names, you liked to refer to him as the weed dealer man. You sat in the passenger seat while Eddie drove. If the rearview mirror was slightly tilted, you could get a clear view of the weed dealer behind you.

Neither of you needed to say a word to each other to sense some kind of spark. The man only said a couple sentences to the guys, and it would had to be something relevant to say otherwise it’d be a waste to contribute to whatever they were talking about - not that you cared, honestly. 

All you could do was look at each other every so often, him watching you reach over to switch the radio on.

You lock eyes with the weed dealer after the mirror was shifted.

He smiled at you, not breaking eye contact, then reverts his attention back to Nice Guy Eddie’s story about Elois.

You slide back in your seat, almost ready to melt from the LA weather, and from the mysterious man’s charm. Maybe you could ask for his name after the heist. The guys don’t need to know. 

[droogiesanddiscourse]

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. 

[locke-writes]

Worry

Author: locke-writes

Title: Worry

Prompt: “How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over its dog” x Mr Orange/Freddy Newandyke For: @aryn-the-bearheart​

Rating: T

Word Count: 703

Warning: Hospitals

AN: I wanted to write something set after Reservoir Dogs, so here’s an idea I had

You entered the hospital and didn't know what to do. You knew he was in the hospital, that was it. It was pretty much like knowing nothing at all. It had been some officer on the phone, one whose name you immediately forgot after being told that you needed to drop whatever you were doing and get to the hospital. Hospital, hospital, hospital. The only thing that seemed to run through your mind, hospital and Freddy. And Freddy being in the hospital.

There weren't officers at the front, none there that you could talk to, that could direct you to the room or tell you what was going on. It had been awhile since you'd even talked to Freddy and the guilt was suddenly flowing through you. It was you who'd encouraged him to go undercover, he wanted to but had reservations about what it would do to your relationship. The two of you were doing good and he didn't want to jeopardize a good thing just because of a job opportunity.  But you had told him this was something you'd understand, this was something that he couldn't pass up, that he must go through with.

Now he was in a hospital and now you didn't know anything.

At the desk you'd given his name and were directed to his room where officers were posted at the door. One of them recognized you and you were grateful for that, you didn't know if you had the strength to explain the nature of what you and Freddy were. Him being shot, apparently — at least that's what they'd told you — did not seem like the right time to present yourself as the romantic partner of someone they'd worked with. You told them to get you if the doctor stopped by so you could get the full rundown on the extent of the injury or injuries and what the recovery was going to look like.

Freddy turned his head when the door opened and grinned weakly. He, for lack of a better word, looked like shit.

You didn't know what to say and so you said the first thing that came to your head, "How's life treating you?"

Freddy laughed for a second but stopped and winced as pain shot through him, "Like I ran over its dog."

Nodding you moved to sit in the chair that was next to his bed. He reached to take your hand and you granted it to him. You squeezed it lightly, it seemed like the only thing you could do. You stayed silent for a moment and taking that as a cue to catch you up with what had happened Freddy began to speak.

Honestly all you heard was shot, shot in the abdomen and had lost a lot of blood. There'd been surgery and a transfusion and some other tests but what had really struck you was that he'd been shot. He stopped speaking and yet you remained silent. For a while he just sat with you in the silence but he could only take it for so much longer.

"What's on your mind?" He questioned.

"Other than you being shot? Just the fact that I'm the one who put you here." You spoke, not daring to look at him.

"I'm pretty sure a bullet is the reason that I'm here."

"But if I hadn't pushed you to go for the undercover assignment then you wouldn't be here."

"No I wouldn't that's true. Although that being true doesn't make it your fault, you were right. If I hadn't actually gone through with this I would have regretted it. You're not the reason I got hurt, you're the reason I pushed myself to actually take an assignment I'd been wanting for years."

You just nodded, turned, and smiled at him.

"Besides, you shouldn't be upset I was shot, you should be upset that I'm going to be stuck at home bothering you all the time while I recover"

"Oh shit. I hadn't even thought of that. I swear if you call me at work to complain I will shoot you again"

Freddy bit his tongue trying not to laugh and hurt his side, "I have no doubt you would"

[hellosxldat]

some reservoir dogs headcanons because i could only think of them in my algebra class.

blonde is cuban-american, but he doesn't speak much spanish when he's with his colleagues. he only speaks it when he's with vicent or to annoy eddie.

orange, aside from marvel, likes other literary works such as lord of the rings or star trek.

brown has a guilty pleasure for romantic comedy and christmas movies. some are so bad that he simply watch them for a non-ironic laugh.

pink claims that he likes horror movies, but he always ends up scared and blaming brown for making him watch a horror movie.

what blue earns at work he keeps it for himself or gives to his daughters to help them pay for their studies.

in his teens, mr. white was a fan of the rolling stones.

eddie played a lot with lego figures when he was a child, and to this day, he still keeps some of them in his room.

joe is a veteran of the korean war. in his office you can find some medals or pictures of him when he was in the training camps.

brown and orange are part of the true crime community. in the middle of work, the two start talking about serial killers and unsolved cases, which causes eddie to shut them up.

you are free to use these headcanons, but remember to give me credits!

[bobbbymilk]

mr. orange : bleeding on the floor

marvin nash : 👀🤐😰

mr. blonde :

[schmweed]

Discussing Larry Dimick (Deleted Scene) | 3/3

[strawberrywindow]

Freddy Newandyke bleeding out on a warehouse floor, 27, delirious: Mr. Pink?! More like Mr. STINK, HA!

[ily-honey-bunny]

hear me out...

a remake of ResDogs

but John Mulaney plays every role

[darling-i-read-it]

Undercover

Freddy Newandyke x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: insinuation to sex, cuss words, undercover cops

Author’s Note: Freddy is one of my favorite Tarantino characters and Reservoir Dogs is 100% in the top three of my Tarantino movies because ugh. The flavor! The flavor is immaculate.

Summary: the reader and Freddy both go undercover but don’t know they’re on the same case

Genre: fluff

Song:

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“Freds,” you called, running through the room to where Freddy was usually sitting. He was about to go undercover and you probably weren’t going to see him for a while. Not to mention you were also undercover and not even supposed to be out but you decided to give it one last shot to see your friend again, just in case.

You worked together as police. You were a vertern of being under cover which meant basically that you had been under for a little over four months. You were working to get an operation of a few men who ran a large business down but in order to do that you had to be trusted enough to even crack the surface.

Your dress clung to your figure as you walked over to where he sat in the diner. He looked around at the sound of his name and shot up when he saw you. It had been a really long time since you had seen one another. You had to keep your story up at all times and you weren’t lenient about seeing people but you had heard nothing about where Freddy was going to go.

You threw your arms around him and smiled, your lipstick covered smile that he adored and missed so much. He rocked you back and forth before letting you go. You slid into the booth across from him.

“How are you?” he asked. You shrugged.

“As well as can be. I wish I could tell you more than that,” you said with a small laugh, still amazed at seeing him at all. You loved his company and you had forgotten how easy it was to just be by his side.

“I know. They’re teaching me all the fuckin shit about being under cover but I’m probably gonna bullshit until I get what I need and can get out.” You laughed.

“That is exactly what it is. Be attentive. Wow I missed you and your hair,” you mumbled. He ran a hand through his floppy blond hair.

“I missed you too. Damn, these guys I have to work with may be too much. I don’t know but I’m glad you came to see me just in case something goes awry,” he pointed out. He ordered a milkshake and you kept your head down as he did so, deciding just to share whatever he got.

“Well you’ll be fine. I promise. Just imagine I’m there guiding you,” you teased.

The next morning Freddy got up to go to lunch with the Dogs who were to be the people he spent a lot of time with now. He had talked to only a few of them but he was now in as deep as he could get. He was Orange now, not Freddy.

“You heard o’ this girl Leea?” Blonde asked the table. They were all mingling over the coffee and eggs they had ordered. Freddy was just trying to blend in. A few of the boys had obvious reactions, all positive ones.

“Oh yeah. Well I heard that she was a real bitch but she looked like a God given gift,” Brown said.

“I heard she’s coming to one of the meetings,” Pink inquired, hoping for some confirmation of a rumor he had heard.

“Per my request. She and Orange need as much recent experience as they can get even if she has been around us longer,” White pointed out.

“Whos Leea?” Freddy questioned. A few laughs gathered around and Brown pointed a piece of toast at Freddy as he spoke.

“You’ll love her.”

When they all came into the designated meeting room the next day there was a certain worry Freddy had about this ‘Leea’ girl he had heard so much about. He was actually talking to Pink when you walked in and he barely noticed you.

Your face was caked in a certain kind of makeup he had never seen you wear. You had worn some before of course but nothing this bad or extravagant. You were wearing fishnets and your dress hugged your hips tightly under your large jacket. You looked like your undercover part. The first thing he thought about was if the people who had sent you both there knew that you would cross paths.

Everyone knew you were good friends. There was a small flash of recognition on both of your faces and then you were blank again but you knew he saw you.

“So this is the fresh meat? Cute, love your hair,” you said just in case he didn’t recognize you before your jab at his hair you were always going on about. You smiled and kissed Pink on the cheek before standing in front of Freddy. He put a hand forward and you took it. He kissed it dramatically.

“Orange.”

“Leea.”

You watched each other's eyes and smiled.

That meeting had been about some run they were taking a week from then a city away from where you were. They all decided upon getting a few different hotels to hide out at and give fake names. You had been there because of your looks, they needed a girl to get in first and do the harm before the boys could get in and do any real damage.

That night you were in a hotel, tittering with your fingers and looking out the window. You weren’t worried about the run, this would be your second one and you had already gotten the hang of it but you couldn’t promise you would save the money before Freddy if it came down to it. It would blow the cover you had worked so hard for.

There was a knock at your door and you composed yourself, fixing your skirt before walking over. You opened it up and Freddy pushed himself in. You closed the door behind him quickly.

“Freds? What are you doing here?” you asked but his lips were already on yours. You backed up, surprised but quickly kissed him back before he got the idea you weren’t enjoying it. He pulled away and swallowed.

“Should’ve fucking done this at the diner. Odds were we would end up in the same undercover case,” he said with a smile. You chuckled as well.

“They did it on purpose. But you can’t just kiss me and stop-'' He kissed you again.

The next morning you struted to the rendezvous point, a slight tear in your favorite jacket that you had worn last night as well. Pink was the one to notice it on the car ride over there. It was just him, Freddy, White and you in the car as the others were taking a different ride.

“So who’d you fuck last night Leea?” he called, looking at you in the back from the rear view mirror.

“Orange,” you said with a proud smile. Freddy looked over at you in surprise that you had given him up but you just crossed your legs. Pink and White whistled, White even turning to give Freddy a pat on the back.

“Sleazy! I love it.”

“You’re just jealous Orange has been here less time than you and got some Pink baby.”

[headoverhiddles]

Busted - Freddy Newandyke/Mr. Orange x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Freddy tells the guys an amusing story.

Notes: Not reeeally smut, but it's smutty.

"Okay, okay," Brown waves his hands around, "Craziest thing that's ever happened to you." 

"Got pulled over by a cop for having phone sex with my girlfriend," Freddy chimes in proudly. "Had my dick out and everything." The Dogs all burst into juvenile laughter, passing the syrup around the table.

“You and cops, man, you’ve got some bad fucking luck,” Brown shakes his head. 

"And, uh... what was (y/n)'s reaction to this incident?" Larry smiles, "I expect it was something to witness." Freddy cringes.

"She doesn't exactly know yet."

"You better hope your ass doesn't get found out," Eddie shakes his head with a chuckle, "I know women, and you get put in the doghouse for that type of shit."

"Well it was her I was having phone sex with!" He shrugs, and goes back to mopping up syrup with his pancakes.

"C'mon, you can't just drop that shit on us and leave us without a story," Blue insists, and Freddy puts his hands up.

"Alright, alright. So I was talking to her on the way home one night..."

-0-0-0-

"That rookie cop, forget his fucking name again--"

You twirl the phone line, blowing on your painted nails. "Nash?"

"Yeah, him. How the hell do you remember that?"

"It's called having a working memory, you really need to start remembering your co-worker's fucking names, Freds."

"Yeah yeah, anyway Nash was being a real whiny piece of shit today, I felt like shooting him myself."

"The dogs are a bad influence on you," you smirk, and Freddy laughs.

"Probably. Anyway, I had a real fuckin bad day, but it got better, cause Larry invited me out with the guys."

"Yeah? Hey, you should invite Larry over again. Last time was fun, with the..."

"Yeah yeah, with the three of us? It was, wasn't it? Maybe next month, when we've got a little time."

"Yeah. So, what?"

"Well I kinda wanted to go, but I was tired, my feet hurt, I just wanna relax in with my girl tonight, y'know?" 

"Aw. I love you Orangie."

"Love you too."

"When'll you be home?"

"Eh, bout an hour away in the city."

"Okay. I've got dinner waiting, and I'm gonna go take a shower."

"...you know what I wish you were doing right now?" he asks. You pause.

"Do tell." 

"Sucking my cock," he replies simply in the most casual, Freddy-esque way possible, and you bite your lip, grinning and sitting up on the counter.

"I am. I'm sitting next to you right now, giving you that look. I'm biting my lip, and I turn to see if anyone's watching..."

"No one is," Freddy murmurs, "It's a deserted road."

"Good," you all but moan, "I'm reaching over... I'm unzipping you, and I pull your cock out, stroking you until you're hard. Then I lean down, and my hot, wet mouth slides over it. Mmmm.... fuck, you like that baby? You like my throat?"

"Yeah."

"You like fucking my mouth?"

"Mhmm, take it."

"I'm taking it... I'm taking it, it's sooo big though," you moan, "You taste so good, baby. God, I'm so wet. My panties are fucking dripping, you can tell from my eyes how fucking wet I am from you."

"Babe--" he lets out a groan.

"Want you to fuck me so hard. Mmmm..."

"Yeah... yeah, gonna fuck you--"

"Fuck me, baby, ohgod--" You smirk wickedly, and cluck your tongue. "Alrighty. See you in an hour, babe. Don't jerk off and crash, okay? You can’t get laid if you’re dead." You make kissy noises, and as Freddy protests, you hang up. Letting out an evil giggle, you toss off your top, and go run the shower. 

In his car, Freddy swears, and palms himself, until he realizes he can't not do this. One hand precariously guiding the steering wheel, he tries to stay steady as he unzips his pants, takes himself out, and starts pumping.

"Fuck... fuck," he grimaces, "Yeah, (y/n), love that pussy... best fucking pussy in the world, and it's all mine..."

Just then, he sees someone pull up next to him. Frozen, he can't move, and turns to see. The man in the other car is a cop, like Freddy. The other cop is Holdaway. Holdaway looks down at Freddy's lap. Freddy waves.

-0-0-0-

"And that is how I, um... kinda got busted for a night." He thought back to the speech he had received from the man. 

"But did you fuck?" Brown asks as if it were the most serious question in the world.

"What? Did I fuck the cop?!" Freddy asks.

"No jerk, your girlfriend!"

"Of course! I would've had blue balls all night, otherwise."

The entire table of guys erupts into laughter, and Freddy shakes his head. Life was never dull with you around.

[goodbyedarlingirl]

A moodboard where Freddy and Larry somehow escaped from the warehouse, and everybody is fine, happy, and loaded with diamonds✨

[imaginesbymk]

[x] NON REQUESTED

MR. WHITE's eyes met yours through the rearview mirror, realizing you hadn’t said much since you got in the car with him and Mr. Orange. “You doing okay over there?” he asks you, chuckling a bit.

You nodded. “Yeah.” Nothing was wrong, you were just shy. You didn’t know these men, and you were surprised how fast it took for the two to get along.

He glanced over to Mr. Orange, who also took a look at you. “You sure?” Orange asks. 

You nodded again. “Mm-hm. I’m good.”

“All right, let’s break the ice,” Mr. White says, blowing out smoke.

“Huh?” you ask.

“I’m hungry. Let’s get a taco.” And he starts the car.

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TAGLIST: @locke-writes @aryn-the-bearheart

[droogiesanddiscourse]

Fluff Alphabet with Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke)

FREDDY!!! One of my favorite characters to write for, I relate to this man so hard. I know I've said before, but if any of the characters I write for would like me, it would most likely be Freddy Newandyke and Sonny Wortzik. Anyways this is a bit self indulgent, as I’m a bit tired from working on more serious projects in my life. Anyways enjoy! 

Warnings: None! This is fluff. 

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Freddy is a huge fan of comics, movies, and cartoons, so he will love it if you indulge in his interests as well. He’s the kind of guy who’d love to take you out on a Sunday afternoon to the matinee, then grab a burger and fries at the local diner afterwards. Freddy’s dates are often simple, but the two of you make the most of them. 

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Oh gosh, in short everything. He adores everything about you, and wouldn’t change a single thing about your physical features / body type / hair. Oftentimes he doesn't feel like he deserves you, but you know he does. His love for you isn’t just your physical appearance though, he loves when you get excited about your interests, gushing about them to him. It makes it easier to geek out with you. He thinks your personality is just top notch too, and believes that was the reason he fell in love with you in the first place. He just loved being around you, you brought light wherever you went. 

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

If you’re ok with it, Freddy will hold you in his arms until you calm down. But, also knowing you may not want to be touched when you already feel so overwhelmed, he’ll remain a quiet presence by your side as a source of comfort. He might pop on your favorite cartoon or something like that, trying to give you a useful distraction to get you out of your head. 

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

For Freddy, he believes in taking life one day at a time. So he isn’t really sure where his life will be in 5...10...15 years. He’s just content where he is right now. But, for sure, he knows he wants you by his side no matter what comes your way. 

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I’d say it’s a good 50/50 in your relationship. You don’t follow stereotypical gendered expectations of each other, and hold a lot of mutual respect for one another. However, that doesn’t stop Freddy from trying to be “the man” in the relationship sometimes. He just wants you to know he can protect you. 

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He’s always the first one to say he’s sorry. He knows his work can be incredibly stressful, and he can get set off easily when he’s had a bad day. Freddy doesn't mean to take it out on you ever, and almost immediately apologizes right after. 

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Oh he’s SO grateful for everything you give him in your relationship. From little daily gestures to grand ones, he loves spending every moment with you. He’ll be sure to put in as much as you give in your relationship. 

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Due to the nature of his job, Freddy unfortunately has to keep a lot of secrets from you. He can’t risk blowing his cover, or worse, putting you in harms way. I mean you obviously know he’s an undercover cop, but he won’t go into details about the cases he’s on or any incriminating evidence. It’s hard, but he knows you understand why he has to do it. 

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Yes! Freddy feels more confidence in himself and feels comfortable geeking out with you about his interests. He feels like less of a “nerd” so to speak when he’s talking with you. 

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Not really. Freddy trusts you and understand that you may have some male friends in your life as well. Similarly with him, he may also have female friends. But both of your friend groups know about your relationship, and are 100% supportive! There are no secrets held between the two of you. However, if you (for some reason) did meet up with the Dogs, I would imagine Freddy getting jealous of Mr. Blonde flirting with you. Mostly because Mr. Blonde thinks he can get away with it fully though knowing you’re Freddy’s girl. Freddy would just affirm to him that you’re his by wrapping an arm around you and pressing a breathtaking kiss to your lips. Mr. White is gonna be like...get a room PLEASE but also secretly proud of his boy. 

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He's a very good kisser, this man is the king of making out. He loves spontaneous kisses as well. Your first kiss was sprung upon you randomly. You were watching a movie with Freddy, eyes focused on the screen and shoving popcorn in your mouth. You notice his leg bouncing up and down as he chewed on one of his fingernails, something he only did as a nervous twitch. 

“(Y/N), can I kiss you?” 

You practically choke on your popcorn, “What?” 

“May I kiss you?”

“I..I mean sure.” 

He moves hesitantly towards you, using his left hand to cup your cheek. He leans in, pressing his soft lips to yours, giving you a gentle yet passionate kiss. Needless to say, you don’t focus much on the movie after that.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Very casually in nature. You and Freddy were really good friends before you even considered entering a relationship with each other. You had a great foundation to jump start a relationship from, so he would just blurt it out one night. Honestly, you’ve been waiting for such a long time for him to ask. So you graciously accept. 

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Again, his motto is taking it one day at a time. Does he want to marry you someday? Probably. Does he know when? Nope. It’s in his mind, but he’s just happy where your relationship is at right now. 

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o? Has an arsenal of pet names for you. Usually he sticks with baby, honey, pumpkin (hehe), and love. But he’s always coming up with new terms of endearment for you.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

The other boys will definitely know somethings up when the two of you start dating - something changes in Mr. Orange that they can noticeably see. His eyes seem a bit brighter, he’s a bit more open to chatting at breakfast. His whole demeanor just kinda becomes a little bit more relaxed and carefree. 

Mr. White is, of course, the first person to notice the change, and will playfully confront Freddy about his behavior. 

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Oh man EVERYBODY in your life knows the two of you are dating, he’s so proud of his relationship with you. Freddy has no shame in kissing you in public, holding your hand, etc. He might have slipped some real stories of your escapades into some of his “commode stories” to entertain the boys. Obviously nothing too incriminating (or explicit OOP). But I mean he can’t even stop talking about you when he's undercover with a bunch of thiefs, so that seems like an accomplishment in itself. 

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He’s really good at planning dates, always taking the opportunity to catch you off guard with a special surprise. Also somehow always has the tickets to all the Marvel movie midnight premieres? How the hell he always gets them is a mystery to you, but you’re impressed. 

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I don’t think I need to explain this much further, but he is very romantic as you can tell. His goal everyday is to make you laugh or smile at least once, and if he didn’t achieve that he will feel like he failed. 

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Freddy is your personal cheerleader, helping you achieve your goals at every turn. Need some motivation, he’s there! Struggling with school? Let’s take a little break, you deserve it! Will be impressed no matter what your talents are, and will take a great interest in them. 

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Freddy’s life is exciting enough as an undercover cop. He loves being able to come home to the routine and quiet of your shared everyday life. So he doesn’t need to constantly be trying new things to “spice” up your relationship. He’s just so happy to be with you already. 

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He’s empathetic. When you are hurting, he is hurting right there with you. You don’t even need to express it verbally - he’ll be there to comfort you with a hot cup of tea, your favorite movie, and a warm blanket if he notices even the slightest difference in your demeanor. 

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

His relationship to you is the most important thing in his world. He understands that he may not always be there when he’s working particularly hard cases, and that he may be a little moody sometimes, but he really loves you. He’ll affirm every day how much you mean to him, covering you in kisses when you wake up. 

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

You constantly share those ugly Hawaiian shirts with each other, it’s pretty cute. It just adds another layer to Freddy that proves you are his.  

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes! Always has some sort of excuse to keep his arms around you, especially when you’re watching movies. He’ll keep you cuddled up next to him, constantly pressing kisses to your temple. 

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He’s never too far from you, you two are practically attached at the hip. But when he does need to travel for business or whatever, expect lots of late night phone calls. Even if he has to call at 1am, it’s worth it just to hear your voice, even if you’re hundreds of miles away. He’ll stay up with you all night, and has the tendency to fall asleep on the phone with you. 

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He would walk to the ends of the Earth to make you happy in your relationship. He loves you so much, and wouldn’t know what to do without you in his life. Every day before he goes to work, he give you a forehead kiss, promising to come home safe to you. 

[locke-writes]

Requested By: Anonymous

Imagine going to the comic book store with Freddy Newandyke

Freddy's schedule left most things up in the air. You'd never been able to really confirm just when the two of you would actually be able to spend a full day together rather than just an hour here and there or maybe an afternoon if you were lucky. It was something that you'd become used to but not something that you always enjoyed. When you did happen to have the rare same day off you used it to your advantage, trying to cram everything you wanted to do into one day just to feel as though time hadn't been wasted.

As soon as he walked through the door of the shop you'd swear he was a different person. The way he interacted with the people behind the counter was much different from the way he'd interact with anyone he didn't know. You supposed it made sense with the frequency of which he came to the store, once a week at minimum but usually somewhere around three or four times if he was able to. They all knew him by name and began asking for his opinion on certain comic related debates they'd had since the last time he'd been in.

You liked seeing him in his element, liked seeing him relaxed and able to enjoy something without work lingering in the back of his mind. He had begun flipping through his box of new releases while you wandered, looking for few classics and maybe and early birthday gift for Freddy.

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