#freddy newandyke drabble

[kissproof]

Could you possibly do something with both mr.orange (readers boyfriend) who finally goes out and meets the rest of the dogs after giving Mr.orange a lovely hickey to show off. The dogs obviously give him a hard time about it but Mr.white just admires her handiwork and comments something like "that must have felt good" or "that must make him crazy worked up if you were able to get it that dark" until the reader offers to give Mr.white one as well. Which ends up possibly as a threesome.

thank you for your request loveeeee <3

SUMMARY: a hickey is worth a thousand words

WARNINGS: mature themes!

to say it was bad was an understatement. the goddamn thing was like europe threw up on the side of orange’s neck. you’d given it to him the night before in the back of a bar where the two of you giggled and got handsy like teenagers. it had only further developed since the darkness fell over it and left orange looking undeniably wringed out.

after hours of useless fretting over it, he wore the hickey proudly. he told himself that it was just another piece of you; a deliciously painful memory of your lips that he could carry throughout his day. plus, you were gonna meet the other dogs today. with you on his arm, it was like another trophy attached to its olympian.

as you strolled up to pat lorraine's, eddie and vic were already outside, stalking like gravekeepers with their smoking cigarettes. they eyed you both through sunglasses of varying tints, eddie making sure his pretty eyes got protected from the excessive californian UV.

“ain’t she somethin’?” eddie whistled within ear shot, marveling at the paint job of fred’s car as he curled it round the parking lot and stopped it at their feet. it was funny eddie said anything at all. he could’ve bought twelve of fred’s car plus the one he sat in now.

“well, she ain’t yours, pal,” freddie retorts with a smirk, yanking the gear in place with his head out the window.

“wasn’t talking about your girl.” vic squints, unwavering in his cloud of smoke. “but…now that you mention it…” he drops his sunglasses further down his nose and winks at you through the windshield.

with an eye roll, fred gets out of the car and your eyes follow his hurried footsteps along the asphalt, biting your lip as you wait. you hear your door jack open and shut, a rush of hot air hitting your arm.

“thank you, baby,” you hum with a smile.

“holy shit!” eddie cries, beside himself. “what the fuck is that?”

your attention is brought quickly from your body to the ever-so-obvious mark on freddie’s neck now that you were both gleaming in the sunlight.

“oh… i-" you stammer.

“i haven’t seen one that big since you got out of jail, vic!”

“fuck you, cabot.”

“what the fuck is taking you dicks so long— jesus, orange, your neck." a new voice emerges from the left of you followed by a pair of goofy long legs.

“i know," freddie grumbles, turning his body away and pinching his nose bridge.

“sorry. i’m pink--mr pink. nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you,” you say politely, forming your hand to his as he extends to greet you. you note that all of them smell of the same smoke.

“you do that?” pink asks, in awe, and you can only blush.

“let’s go,” freddie sighs and walks you inside, a hand on your back as you make it through the doors and spot two more men sitting down at a large table.

“hey! there they are! hello, beautiful.” the older man, who you know to be white, stands up with his arms outstretched and kisses your cheek as they all file in and sit down in their respective seats, leaving one open for you next to orange.

“hello-“

“what the fuck happened to you?” brown recoils, interrupting. his arm leaned on the back of his seat, yet another cigarette parked between his big fingers.

“what does it look like?” freddie cocks his hip, totally flustered.

“sweet thing gave our boy a real juicy kiss!” eddie laughs.

“it’s bigger than my hand!”

fred finally sits down next to you as white does the same, sandwiching you between them. “mustve taken a while…" he trails, eyeing your lips and imagining fred's neck. "t'get it that dark”

you eye white, curiously. “what? you want one, white?” brown smirks. a few scrapes of silverware is heard over the sudden silence of the table.

“just sayin… it’s a beautiful job.”

orange reaches his arm around your chair and hugs close to you. “well, you can all get a good look ‘cuz im done talking about it.”

“awwwwwww!”

“lover boy's embarrassed!”

you look back at freddie, then back to the guys. you shrug. “i’ll give you one too if you like it so much.”

“oh, yeah?” white adjusts himself in his seat and smiles, his face turning red.

freddie furrows his brow before poking his head in to get closer to white.

“in your dreams, white. she’s kidding.”

“i'm not!" you whine.

“baby-“

“it’s just a little kiss…”

you can't help but feel all the dogs' eyes watching you and orange as you look at each other, negotiating with the micromovements in your eyes. they'd never guessed orange would date someone who'd be so charitable!

eventually, freddie sighs, scooting himself back to face the other side of the diner, “…fine.”

you can imagine what happens next.

[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. 

[fritzllang]

"I'm not going to throw away a whole dollar" is basically the tl:dr of Mr Pink's tipping speech. XD

IT IS

I wrote this last night and then fell asleep before publishing it. Unbeta'd sooo will probably have some typos.

“I'm not going to throw away a whole dollar.”

“Hey, no, don't take that exist, keep straight ahead!” Freddy sits up from his slouching position in the passenger seat, helplessly pointing at the road they're leaving.

“Huh-huh,” Pink shakes his head, still steering right to get off the highway, “That's a turnpike. No way I'm paying for that.”

“What? C'mon man, what is it like, three and a half dollars or something? Isn't saving a hour of your time worth three lousy bucks?”

“Nah, and that's not the point. It's a fucking road, why do I gotta paything for using it? A road! I already pay my taxes for that.” He pauses, chuckles. “Well, not me, specifically. But somebody is. And then they turn around a pay an extra three fucking fifty without blinking? People are fucking sheeps, I tell ya.”

“C'mon Pink,” Freddy starts digging into his pockets, fishing for loose change, “Turn around, get back on the highway. I'll chip in too.” He brings back his hands and starts counting coins. “I got uuuuh… look, two dollars and fifty cents.” He grins. “You only gotta put in the extra buck.” 

“What?” Pink's eyes leave the road for a moment to look at Freddy's open palm and give him a raised eyebrow. “No way man, I'm not going to throw away a whole dollar.” He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand like that's the end of it. 

Freddy groans, scowling. “You are a cheap motherfucker, Mr. Pink.”

“Maybe I am. Now put on some music, we got a long ride ahead.”

[locke-writes]

To-Do List

All requests received will be placed here under the category they fall in. This is not indicative of the order they will be written/posted. Requests will be crossed out once written and deleted from this list once posted.

Fics (including Prompts & Song Fics)

Into the Spiderverse - Peter B Parker - Fic where Peter is set up on a blind date and has to deal with falling in love all over again

Mad Max: Fury Road - Max Rockatansky - Song Fic with Rise by Glitch Mob

Inception - Eames - Fic where Eames goes after the reader in limbo when a job or trial run goes run

Marvel - Steve Rogers - Fic where trans!reader is touch starved and gravitates towards Steve but feels insecure about being needy and distances themselves. Eventual mutual confession.

Stranger Things - Steve Harrington - Prompts: “You can’t keep it bottled up forever”, “It’s okay to cry you know”, and “You’re safe, I promise”

Drabbles

View Askew/Clerks - Randal Graves - Drabble using the prompt “I think I could use that hug right now”

Gif Imagines

Character Letters

Headcanons

Clerks/View Askew - Jay - HCs for dating Jay (Currently Writing)

Clerks/View Askew - Randal Graves - HCs for dating Randal

Mallrats/View Askew - Brodie Bruce - HCs for domestic/romantic intimacy (non-NSFW) with Brodie (ie. hand-holding, etc.)

Booksmart - Amy Antsler - HCs for dating Amy

Character Playlists

Character Aesthetics

Preferences

Fall/Halloween

X-Men - Charles Xavier (AOS Trilogy) - Fic where Charles and his wife are exploring a haunted house

Fright Night - Jerry Dandridge - Fic with Jerry and a vampire hunter!reader

Entered Writing Challenges

Own Ideas

Arthur Shelby x Reader Fic - Writing. Section 4 of 6

Law & Order SVU Series. Mike Dodds x Trans!Male OC (rewrite of previous series) - Currently Outlining

Nick Amaro x Reader (male!reader) - Song Fic: St. Bernard - Lincoln

Arthur Curry x Reader - Magic AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine having to team up with Arthur to fight an ancient evil. The only problem is the two of you come from rival kingdoms and fight each other on every decision

Frederick Chilton x Reader - Bodyguard AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being hired as Chilton’s personal bodyguard after the Gideon incident

Scott Lang x Reader - Coffee Shop AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being a hacker and working with Scott while he bounced from job to job after getting out of jail

Freddy Newandyke x Reader - FBI AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being Freddy’s FBI partner

Wade Felton x Reader - Professor AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being the new professor on staff and Wade being like a mentor to you

Arthur Shelby x Reader - Soulmate AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being Arthur’s soulmate

Midnight Mass - John Pruitt x Mildred Gunning - The story of their relationship from how it began all through their lives to episode 7 - Currently Outlining

Midnight Mass - John Pruitt x Gunning Family - Alternate take on Ep 7 if Sarah had taken the sacrament and fully understood who John was after - Currently Outlining

Midnight Mass - John Pruitt - Mildred Gunning had twins rather than just Sarah. John’s son is an alter boy at one point. An exploration of a father-son relationship that is seen as such by one party. - Currently Outlining

Prodigal Son series rewrite. Eventual Malcolm Bright x OC. - Currently Outlining

Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x OC - Currently Outlining

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Spike x OC - Series Re-Write - Currently Outlining

Law & Order SVU - Rafael Barba x Reader - Ex Spouses to Lovers (Reconnecting and rekindling a romance) - Currently Outlining

Baby Driver - Buddy x Reader (Platonic) - Part 4 to the Twitch Series (dealing with hallucinations)

Daredevil - Frank Castle x Reader - Clusterhug by IDKhow

Daredevil - Frank Castle x Reader - In Our Bedroom After the War by Stars

Stranger Things - Eddie Munson x Reader - Wednesday Morning, 3am by Simon and Garfunkel

Ted Lasso - Trent Crimm x Ted Lasso - A fic where Ted realizes that Trent’s ‘love our chats’ is basically his version of the Princess Bride ‘as you wish’

Law and Order SVU - Sonny Carisi x Male!Reader (or OC - undecided) - A look into the navigation of the relationship from first meeting throughout parenthood (potentially series or one fic with varying vignettes)

[fandom-of-pulp-dogs]

{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

[darling-i-read-it]

Halloween Fics!

2019

A/N: I didn’t do any actual full length Halloween writing this year because life sucks and I felt like dying most of October but I did do this so!

Drabbles:

Day 1: Charles Xavier

Day 2: Steve Harrington

Day 3: Indiana Jones

Day 4: Stu Macher

Day 5: Loki

Day 6: Sam Winchester

Day 7: Billy Hargrove

Day 8: John Wick

Day 9: Michael Langdon

Day 10: Stanley Uris

Day 11: Malcolm Bright

Day 12: Logan Howlett

Day 13: Robin Buckley

Day 14: Carol Danvers

Day 15: Norma Bates

Day 16: Klaus Mikaelson

Day 17: Leonard McCoy

Day 18: Patrick Bateman

Day 19: Arthur Fleck

Day 20: Billy Loomis

Day 21: Cliff Booth

Day 22: Steven Crain

Day 23: Tenth Doctor

Day 24: Aziraphale and Crowley

Day 25: Sherlock Holmes

Day 26: Norman Bates

Day 27: Lara Croft

Day 28: Matt Murdock

Day 29: Jonathan Byers

Day 30: Freddy Newandyke

Day 31: Villanelle

[misterorxnge]

                                                    ►DRABBLE◄                

                                                 “Jim, I’m just sayin---”

He doesn’t get halfway through his REASONING before his boss cuts him a look that shuts him up in a FLASH. Tongue bit, teeth GROUND, words swallowed back. The air is wrought with barbed wire tension, JUDGEMENT, question of CAPABILITY. Of SANITY. 

                 “I heard what you’re fuckin’ saying, Newandyke. What I’m not                   hearing, is the voice of a level headed fuckin’ cop.”

Jim Holdaway sits across the expanse of his desk’s metal surface, stance relaxed, but gaze stern. & there sat Freddy opposite to him, an OFFICER OF THE LAW, someone who stood arm in arm with brothers on the THIN BLUE LINE, asking to let VINCENT FUCKIN’ VEGA off the hook.   There’s a list of offenses a mile long that point fingers to the obvious: Vince Vega belongs in PRISON. Tossed behind bars & to have the key thrown out. He’s a KILLER, a gun for hire. There wasn’t a goddamn thing that could wash that blood off Vincent’s hands. Freddy would be STUPID to deny these things. All that in mind, Freddy CAN’T blame Jim for the look he’s giving him. He KNOWS it sounds batshit insane, like he’d faltered to the other side. Hell, he knew personally his reasoning wasn’t ALL IN THE RIGHT. Wasn’t all morally upstanding. Holdaway was sure as hell making sure Freddy was getting that fact pounded into his head.

              “What kind of shit is your punk ass smoking to think this is a good idea,                Newandyke? You thinking you’re buddies with this guy? Let me tell you,                Vincent Fuckin’ Vega would put a damn bullet between your fuckin’ eyes                with no second thought. After that shit with Cabot? The name Vega should                make you wanna pack your goddamn bags and get the fuck outta state,                Freddy.”

Freddy listens too EVERY WORD, leaned back in the cheap chair sat before Holdaway’s desk, one arm slung LAZILY over the back of it. His tongue traces across the front of his teeth, gaze DRIFTING across the variety show of nick nacks & paperwork on Jim’s deask. Lets his words hang HEAVY in the air in consideration of them; before a name materializes in his mind to use in the advantage of his argument. 

                                                       “---Biacnhi.”

It slips out SHARP, a spark to hazel eyes. A grin twisting onto his lips. That same grin Freddy had given when he KNEW he was in, when he knew he had HOOKED some lowlife scumbag for a job. But Jim merely quirks a brow up, cocks his head and questions:

                                             “-----The fuck about him?”

But no doubt, Freddy can tell by the look on Jim’s face: He knows exactly what line Newandyke was casting. It sure as hell fit the narrative of IN-FUCKING-SANE, but just so much so that it could would.

[fritzllang]

45 for Larry and Freddy? :D

Thanks for the prompt! There isn't actually a lot of Freddy/Larry here it's mostly just Freddy being a dumbass. Hope you enjoy. 

45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

 + Freddy/Larry

Freddy is in shorts, standing in front of his wardrobe and looking intently at the very untidily folded clothes inside. The thing is, Freddy has his wardrobe split in two categories now: Freddy’s clothes and Mr. Orange’s clothes. On the right side are Freddy’s: his plaid shirts, comic-book tees and letterman jacket. In the middle he usually leaves the neutral stuff: black and white t-shirts, wife beaters and such, but that section’s empty now. On the left… that’s where Orange’s clothes usually are, but now there’s only his black leather jacket, his blue jeans and his black suit, pressed and ready for the day of the heist. The rest of Orange’s clothes (mostly hawaiian shirts, really) are on the floor, along with anything remotely weareable, in that corner of the room where he keeps the laundry pile. 

The thing is, he’s gotten so into being Mr. Orange that he kind of has forgotten he also has to be Freddy from time to time (or at least do laundry) if he wants to have any of Orange’s clothes ready to wear. It’s obviously too late for any of that now. He scowls and takes a Spider-Man t-shirt by the collar, lifting it and looking at it with a doubtful grimace. “Shit. No way I’m wearing this. He’s gonna think I’m a nerd.” He throws it inside again and moves to the heap of dirty clothes, grabbing a white tank top and sniffing it. “Fuck.” He returns it and walks to the wardrobe again, then bangs his forehead against the door. “Shit. Freddy you live like a fucking teenager.” He’s reaching for a tee again when the phone rings and makes him jump.

He almost knocks the receiver off the table when he reaches for it but manages to take it in his hands and put it to his ear. “Yeah?” His voice comes out too high and he forces a cough, “yes?” There’s a husky laugh at the other end of the line. 

“You ready kid? I’ll be there to pick you up in ten minutes.” Freddy closes his eyes and ignores his heart practicing acrobatics in his chest. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be here.” “Good.” And he hangs up. 

Freddy sighs for a moment and then hurries to his room. He takes a green plaid shirt and puts it on along with his blue jeans and boots. When he stands in front of the mirror he has to fight a cringe. He looks like Freddy. He definitely doesn’t look like Mr. Orange. He tucks the shirt into the hem of the jeans and unbuttons the top, then closes the buttons again. Tries putting up the collar (a definitive nope) and then puts it down again. In the end, he leaves half the shirt untucked and the two top buttons open, the hair of his chest peeking out but not much (because he has almost none, really).

He’s turning around to check himself when a car horn sounds outside. A look out the window confirms that it’s White’s car outside, so he grabs his wallet and keys and walks out the door. He’s halfway down the stairs when he realizes he’s forgetting something and freezes. Shitshitshitshitshit I didn’t put on the ring. Well, White is stretching himself to look at him through the passenger window, so there’s nothing he can do now. He leaps through the rest of the steps, crosses the street and gets into the car trying to move as casually as possible. 

Mr. White looks him up and down and makes a face that Freddy doesn’t quite understand, but he doesn’t say anything about his looks. He realizes he's looking at his hand, the hand where he is not wearing a ring, so he tries to subtly hide it by shoving it into his pocket. It doesn't look subtle. White starts the car and drives. 

“Morning kid. Had a good night?” He sounds amused. Freddy tells himself he’s only asking because they saw each other a few hours ago, and tries not to sound nervous.

“Yeah. You?”

“Sure.” 

They ride for a few minutes in silence until White speaks again. 

"You look different today. Like you stole your clothes from your father or something." That same amused voice from earlier. 

"Yeah uh… I don't usually wear plaid."

"Well, I like it. You look pretty hot in plaid."

Freddy has to look out the window to hide the grin on his lips and the blush on his cheeks. 

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