#reservoir dogs fanfics

[anticmiscellaney]

I did a risograph print of this last spring and it came out pretty well. Four colours (blue, yellow, red, black) on 8.5x11 white cardstock.

I have a slowly growing collection of this kind of stuff (plus some fan comics, plus adult work) under my table at cons for people of specific tastes. I want to do more fanart this year.

[reservoirreputation]

Regarding Reservoir Dogs fanfics

because my brain is tired:

This will be set at a week, so if anyone has questions about specific WIPs before they vote, feel free to ask! Be it reblog, comment, tags, or an ask!

[bizarrrrrrre]

GUYS meet my first ResDogs work written in English (copied from my AO3)

P.S. Yeah, I am sorry for this smutty gay stuff being posted here pls forgive me 🙏

Raiting: Teen and up audiences

Additional tags: PWP, Angst, Drabble

Relationship: Freddy / Larry

Summary: White can take whatever he wants, himself. But he won't.

(!) Warning: imaginary non-con

- Wait...

White freezes. Freddy hears his muffled, hoarse breathing, feels him with the back of his head and bights his own lips while burying his face in the pillow.

- What's wrong? - the voice is very close to his ear, so Freddy chuckles and winces, glad that Larry can't see his facial expression right now. Good question. But the answer is not so easy to give. He can't just say that everything here is wrong, - it's not about him.

- Not so harsh, - he sighs and and hisses shortly, biting his lips again.

- Hurts?

- Hurts.

White could do and say anything now. He could pull away, sharply and on purpose, so Freddy feels the fire blazing between his legs again, then throw him his crumpled T-shirt while pointing to the door. Or, vice versa, he could be hammering him into the dented mattress until he cums, while covering his mouth with his hand and hissing "be patient and shut the fuck up" right into his ear. This would be much more painful.

- Stop making a virgin of yourself, kid, - he could say, grabbing his waist and pulling him closer, impaling Freddy on his dick. - You're whining like a girl.

He could grab a handful of his hair and pull him back so hard that Freddy's spine would crunch, making him bend while waling and scratching the sheets. He could pin his wrists to the bed while fucking him as roughly as he can, like some cheap shabby whore that doesn't deserve any compassion or gentleness. He could do literally everything to him, he could hurt him any way he wish, - and Freddy deserves it, for sure.

While sighs deeply and leaves a weightless kiss on his wet forehead.

- Sorry, kid. - He finds Freddy's palm with his own, wide and dry, and grabs it so tough that his knuckles become almost white, interlocking their fingers. - I'll try being gentle.

- Sh-h-h, - he whispers to Freddy's ear after his attempt to reach out for him, bending at the waist. - Everything you do is causing even more pain. Just chill.

- Easy to say, - he sighs huskily while grining to the pillow. White laughs calmly somewhere near his ear - and then lips the tip of his ear gently, touches his earlobe with his tongue while pressing his cheeck to his hair.

- Don't think about tomorrow, - he murmurs, cooling the wet mark on Freddy's skin with his breath. - Just... Let it happen. And that's it. Okay?

Freddy swallows the sharp lump in his throat, and it feels like he's scratching it with some rusty grater.

White starts kissing tha back of his head, then his neck, then that soft hidden place behind his ear, and then almost buries his face into Freddy's hair. White holds his arm so he doesn't twitch too sharply. It's hard for White to control himslef and hold back, Freddy feels it in his breathing, the tension in his arms. But he will not break loose unless Freddy squeezes his hand back which means he allows him to continue. He could do it any second he wants. He's strong and dominate, and - Freddy knows it for sure - cruel enough to do it.

White, or Laurence Dimmick from Milwaukee, or Larry, who he wish he could call like this all the time. But he must not let him know that he somehow is already aware of his real name. White could take whatever he wants, himself. But he won't.

Freddy tilts his head back and presses to White's cheeck with his own, eyes closed, and sighs:

- Don't hold it back... It's okay now.

It feels like his eyes are swelling. White pushes forward inside him, while digging into his shoulder, so Freddy exhales harshly while biting his already swollen lips and trying to drive the tears away.

Thieves do not cry. As well as cops.

It makes you look like a girl.

Notes: This work is a translation of another one originally written in Russian.

[radlyradar]

Sharing a moment.

Mr. Pink/Mr. Brown or Mark Nussy/Dennis Koonstock

AO3 LINK

Chapter one: 1021 words, full chapter here and AO3 :D

Fix-it, mild annoyance to lovers

Mark is a clingy person, but does he really want Brown to know that?

Brown stares at his sandwich as he tunes out Brown’s rant. Something about lions or some shit that he had stopped paying attention to when he had started using his ‘fun fact’ voice. They had just finished scouting a path to get away from the bank, and Brown had suggested they go eat before they went home. “Don’t you think it means something?” his question snaps Mark out of it.

"What?” “Lions man, They’re scared of honey badgers when they’re like born. Like instinct or something.” He’s way too excited, but Mark decides to humor him. “How's that?” Brown’s eyes light up, as he starts talking again. Mark stares back down at his sandwich, still following his words. Something about his food looked wrong, he glances over at Mark’s half eaten sandwich. “Yeah, that sounds fake.” Mark drags his eyes up to Brown’s. “It’s not! Swear on my mother!” “Careful, you may be out of a home without her.” This successfully got Brown to chuckle. Something about making him laugh always makes Mark feel accomplished.

“How's your food?” “It’s alright.” A blatant lie, both of them know the sandwich hasn't been touched. Brown picked up a chip and ate it. Then offers one to Mark, “I have my own fucking chips.” “But I want to give you some of mine. You don’t look like you’re enjoying yours.” “It’s the same chips.” Brown only held the chip out further. “Is it really?”

Brown smiles and something about that infuriates Mark. It’s not, they both know it’s not the same.

“You’re a real asshole you know?” Mark mutters as he snatches it away.

===

It’s dark already when Brown drove him home. They stop at a gas station. “Why’d we stop?” “I wanted to get a snack.” Brown gets out of the car, almost skipping away. Mark groans and sinks in his seat watching Brown until he walks out of view. He looks in the backseat to see his sandwich. He’s been like this all his life, he’d rather share something than enjoy it alone. He was always painfully aware of how this contradicted his usual disposition. Still, he couldn’t help it some people just made him- “I couldn’t find those chips you like so I just got these.” Brown tosses him a bag. “What the fuck are these?” Mark picks up the Dorito 3Ds. “Doritos!” Mark stares at him, “These are not Doritos.” “It says Doritos.” “Why are they puffy?” “They’re not puffy, they're 3D!” Brown’s smiling, Mark just rolls his eyes and tossed the chips back. “I’m fine, not hungry anyways.” Mark turns away and stares out the window, onto the sidewalk where the fluorescent lights weaken and the darkness starts to swallow any detail in the cement. “Why are we not moving?” Mark asks as he hears Brown crunching on some chips. “I just wanted to eat first. Do you want any?” Mark just holds his hand out. When he’s given the chip he puts it in his mouth before even looking at it. They follow the same pattern that they’ve seemed to fall into during the time they’ve known each other. Brown ate, then offered him some, Mark took it and Brown ate some more. It’s a system that makes sense. Mark likes that about Brown. He makes sense.

“Alrighty time to go!” The car starts and Brown smiles over at him. Mark turns back. As the car starts moving, Mark looks down at the empty bag of Doritos and turns back to the window.

===

Brown stops at a building a few blocks away from Mark’s apartment. He didn’t want him knowing exactly where he lived. As Mark gets out Brown says something that surprises him. “Hey I know we’re not supposed to be all buddy-buddy, but today was fun.” Brown isn’t sure how to respond, he looks at his friend- his coworker’s face. So he just nods and asks “Can we do this again? Maybe get pizza.” “I don’t know...not really professional is it?” When Mark says this Brown seems to deflate. “Yeah, you’re right, have a good night Pink.” Brown starts the car and drives away. He feels his chest tighten with regret. Regret? Really? Over Brown? The guy who talks about stupid hidden meanings and weird conspiracy theories all day? Mark pushes it away, making it a problem to deal with another time, as he walks in his apartment. Turning on the lights. He’s felt a lot of emotions over his new friend, most being quite disturbing to realize. Like his fondness of him. Mark finds genuine comfort in him, for years he’s felt something like this but now he has and it's him? He loves listening to his stupid rants and getting into pointless arguments with him. What did it mean? Ring ring! Mark walks over to the phone and picks it up, he wasn’t expecting a call. “Hello?” he asks. “Hey. Pink?” Brown’s voice comes from the other end. Mark felt his heart do something funny, though the reason was something that eluded him. “Hey, Brown… What’s up?” He cringes at his own words. “I just wanted to check if you got home safe, I know we’re not supposed to use our numbers for this but-” “Yeah I’m home.” “Yeah, cool, okay. I should go.” Brown says, but he doesn’t, thank god he doesn’t because that gives Mark some time. “Brown, you know what you were talking about yesterday, with the pizza?” “Yeah?” “I changed my mind, I think it’d be fun, and um. Help us with coordinating later.” His words come out fast and he can’t help but feel embarrassed. “Really? Cool, how about Friday, I’ll pick you up at umm.” Mark can hear Brown shuffling through some papers. “six?” “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll make sure to bring a movie.” “Yeah.” Something in Brown’s voice makes Mark’s chest feel light. “I’ll see you then.” Mark hangs up and sits on his bed. Why did he feel like this, excited and nervous? He covered his face as his mind ran rampant with confusion and took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

a little something to apologize for my radio silence!

Hello all of my beautiful followers and newcomers, I hope you are all doing absolutely fantastic and are having a smooth transition into autumn time! I understand that I haven’t been active on @killingitreservoirdogsstyle for a very long time with regular posts and requests, which I have nothing but apologies for. Let me explain myself and why this is. I was given an extra year of high school from my district despite me being a legal adult in order to take the classes I would need to shoot for an astrophysics or theoretical physics degree in post secondary. I have a transcript that I have been told would land me a scholarship to Stanford or MIT without issue, which is not to brag of course, but to explain why I want to pursue my dream. Because of this, I am now doing a massive course overload with mathematics despite my intense trauma from math from my childhood. So it’s not only physically taxing but emotionally exhausting too, I’ve been having to devote all of time to my education. But it’s going very well. I also have been writing a book too, hoping to land a publishing deal within the next year or so to pay for college if I don’t decide to go back to the humanities.

I don’t mean to excuse myself from my responsibilities to you all on this blog. We’ve built such an amazing community here in this humble little corner of Tumblr, and I have nothing but gratitude for all of your continued support, follows, reblogs, and comments. Thank you SO much for everything, moots and longtime followers, you guys are amazing and I know I’ve dropped the ball in giving you the respect and appreciation you deserve. For that I am so sorry.

However, I want to remedy this and hopefully bring back some of you to create our beautiful environment of tolerance, love, and shared fandom for Reservoir Dogs. To do this, I’ve decided to post this little imagine I’ve written about the ResDogs. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it also makes it up to you for my poor behaviour and communication. So without further ado, let’s do this!

a reservoir dogs imagine-slash-songfic-slash-whatever-you-want-to-call-it!

Full credit to the owner/uploader of the GIF! FANDOM: Resevoir Dogs, 1992

GENRE: An imagine/songfic/headcanons

SYNOPSIS: The Reservoir Dogs getting away with a heist to a vibey song!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing for the song, but that’s it! :)

Please put on your headphones if you’d like and go into your music playing program. Look up ‘Pump It’ by The Black Eyed Peas as you read this to get the best possible ambience and vibes of this imagine! ✨

Imagine…

Molten adrenaline coursing through the veins of the Reservoir Dogs. Their hearts racing at breakneck speeds, thrumming in their chests like the strikes of hammers on their rib cages. Sweat glistening on their skin, dampening their pristine suits. They launch themselves into a stationary Cadillac, the engine a soft purr as it idles in wait for its passengers. The driver, a quiffed sunglasses wearing cat, gives a lopsided smirk. Doors slam. Machinery roars to life, Brown bearing his full weight on the gas pedal. Tires screech. The radio kicks to life, a juggernaut bassline and pounding beat shaking the speakers. Blonde, Pink, and Orange are thrown back onto the worn leather of the seats, bags of fat stacks of cash, glimmering jewels, and a stash of other valuables flying into the back trunk. Time and space seem to accelerate, gravity foreign to Brown as he floors it down the gritty rain soaked Los Angeles streets. Ripping around corners, the car teetering at dangerous angles as it speeds down the pavement. He nearly clips pedestrians, unhesitant in his wild yet somehow smooth jerks of the wheel. Nicotine, money, and the scent of danger thick in the air. An electrified excitement radiates from amongst them. White lets out a gruff laugh, grin boyish. All the Dogs join him, giddy and high on their success. There’s something beautiful about a job well done. Sirens begin to wail in the distance. A cruiser pulls out from behind a corner. Brown lurches the Cadillac to the side, leaning to turn the car. Pink rolls down his window, the cock of a gun like a Vivaldi symphony in his ears. Gunfire rings out. The acrid tang of burning rubber wafts into the backseat. The Dogs reach the freeway, weaving through the midafternoon traffic. The chase was on, the game at its hardest, the thrill tangible and delectable.

Well, ladies, gents, and others, I hope this was decent! If you guys have any positive criticisms or comments, please do not hesitate to drop them below for me; I'm trying to hone my craft, so any feedback would be most helpful! Thank you for reading, and please have a gorgeous rest of your day and week! I love you all a ton, you make my world a happier, better place, and I hope I do the same for you.

[scurvyratt]

Watched reservoir dogs for the first time today. Don’t have much to say about it. It was okay. Don’t think I will watch again.

Things I liked:

- it was gay

Things I disliked:

- I wasn’t staring at the screen when the film first started but I looked up in horror when I heard Quentin Tarantino’s voice

Also I have literally zero evidence but I feel like this dude is Tarantino self insert idk

[the-casbah-way]

when i say i kin vic vega this is what i mean

[saturnzlovex-blog]

I wanna write reservoir dogs imagines/shorts on ao3, what would people like to see?

@reservoirbitches on ao3 ♡︎♡︎♡︎

[reservoirreputation]

Fic covers!! Because why not!!!!

Art for 6 of my fics under the cut

[reservoirreputation]

AAHHHHHHHH

OK

2. No. I love writing all the ResDogs and OCs and any problems I have don't come from them specifically (I will use this space to say Blue is an underused/underrated blank canvas character)

Regarding titles (I assume this means fics) Five Years Is a Long Time to Not Call Your Mother gave me some trouble at the end there, but I'm SO happy with how it's turned out! (it's not the only story I've had trouble with, just the most recent)

8. Just for ResDogs, (does quick maths) 31 WIPs, not including what I'm posting, plus one more that I've not made a document for

23. Everything from A03 user lansiosa

+ a bookmark from TheCoffeeBadger on The Snitch and The Rat:

"THE ROMANCE!! THE TWISTS AND THE TURNS!!! I adored every second of this fic, a true innovation in the fandom - I can see this becoming one of the defining works"

(legit was silently screaming when I first saw this it made me FEEL THINGS)

+ mr_snailman who read Birds in the Spider's Nest and said: (spoilers incoming)

"!!!!!! wow. I got no words. They stole his fucking face, man I shouldn’t be reading this at 2 AM"

I've never felt prouder. Look Ma, I scared the shit out of someone 😭

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[radlyradar]

Sharing a moment. CHPT. 5

1096 words, Fix-it, mild annoyance to lovers

NOTE: this chapter starts a tad angsty but gets better quick :)

Mr. Pink/Mr. Brown Mark Nussy/Dennis Koonstock

summary:

Mark and Brown discuss their issues like healthy people (non cannon compliant)

By the time Mark gets home he’s wallowing in his thoughts. He was whipped for Brown, no doubt. The question was why, and did Brown feel the same? There’s no way, he clearly had a girl somewhere. Even if he did, was he worth outing himself for?

The thought of Brown seeing him different. Seeing him as less.

Mark opens his door and gets some food ready.

But if he had felt the same, that would be something. For a second he let himself imagine it. As he imagines it, he realizes it’s what he had spent his morning doing. Waking up with him, making breakfast, joking around. Until that goddamn phone call. Mark could feel his jealousy flair. He snaps out of it. He shouldn’t be hating some poor girl, she did nothing wrong.

He rubs his face and looks down at his sandwich. It looks a lot less appetizing than he imagined it. Mark puts it in the fridge, he doesn’t want to watch a movie, so he just takes another walk.

===

For the last few days leading up to the heist Mark avoids Brown as much as he could, he was sure Brown noticed.

“Hey Pink, you wanna go get food after this?” Brown stops him before he could escape. “Nah, I have some stuff to get to.” “Really? Or are you just avoiding me?” Brown’s question makes Mark’s blood still for a second. “Um-” Mark looks around at the others talking, White’s eyes glance at him with a knowing look. Oh he can fuck off. “We shouldn’t talk about this here.” “Well then let’s talk about it over dinner.”

Mark’s jaw tightens, but his walls crumble when Brown gives a final, “Please?” Looking up at Brown’s soft eyes, he can’t say no.

===

The car ride was wordless. Mark knew it was from awkwardness, not anger. Still, he was too scared to say anything. He just watches Brown’s reflection in the window. His brow was tight with worry. Mark watches his eyes move while he looks at the road. He had a good face. Well, an interesting face at least. His expressions were easy enough to read. The car stops and Brown smiles and turns to him. “We’re here.”

Mark can’t help but smile back. He looks up at him then to the building. “Tacos.” He looks at the building, it looks almost broken down. “Yeah, it’s the best stuff in LA.” They walk in and get a table. The moment they get a seat, Brown says.

“So what’s up, is it touching? Cuz I can stop-” “No- I mean yes?- No, it’s- that’s a part of it I guess.” Mark holds his hand in his head and sighs. “Part of it?” Brown mumbles, his face fills with sadness. “Well, I mean it’s nothing you did wrong. You’re great! Perfect!” Mark finds himself reaching out for Brown’s hand. Well, he can’t stop now. “So what is it? I want to know how to fix this, Pink.”

Mark’s heart fills with dread. There’s no way he can tell him. It could get him kicked out of the heist, or worse. “The heist!” He blurts. “What?” “Yeah, I mean, with the heist, we weren’t supposed to be close.” He says this like he’s found an answer to a pop quiz, which he guesses he has. “Oh, I guess you're right..” “I had just realized we got too close, hell, I think of you as a friend and I don’t even know your name!” Mark pulls his hand back and waves it about.

“Dennis.”

Mark freezes and looks at Brown.

“What?” Mark mutters.

“Um.” he immediately looks like he regrets it, but Mark can see him steel himself. “My name is Dennis, and I think of you as a friend too, and I don’t want to stop talking to you when this is done.”

Mark stares at him, he doesn’t know how to respond. “You can’t- you didn’t- no.” He stands, feeling his head do something funny, like all his blood dropped to his feet. He stumbles from lightheadedness. “No?” Brown asks, he stands next to Mark and Mark doesn’t realize he’s holding him up until he lets go again.

“Is something wrong” A waitress asks

Mark is only partially aware of his surroundings. Dennis. That’s his name, why did he tell him, that could jeopardize the heist. What should he do?

“Yeah, I think my friend is just hungry.” Brown puts his hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Yeah..” Mark mutters. He could tell Joe, no. If he told Joe Brown could get hurt.

They sit down and Mark feels his head slowly still. “Are you ready to order?” The waitress asks.

“Yeah can we get…”

Brown’s voice dies out in Mark’s head. He was attached. Who was he kidding, his name didn’t do anything he was already obsessed with the guy.

“Are you okay?” Brown asks. Mark nods and sighs. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry, I- you did nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have told you.”

They sit in a guilty silence for a second, Mark watches Brown’s hands, Dennis’s hand in the middle of the table.

“Dennis, Dennis suits you.” he mutters as he looks up at him and sees Dennis smile as he takes his hand over the table.

They talk while they eat, they talk about meaningless bullshit. They walk to the car, hand in hand.

“You couldn’t fight a fucking bear.” Mark claims “Yes I could, I’m telling you if I had a good knife and time, I could win a fight with a bear!” They sit in the car in a pleasant silence, Mark glances over at Dennis, who seems to be trying to decide something. He turns to Mark, somewhat suddenly, clearly nervous.

“Hey Pink.” “Yeah?”

“Do you- I mean are you- or um. Like.. hrrmm.” He tries to figure out what he’s saying, leaving Mark in confusion. “What?” Mark asks. “Do you like guys?” He finally asks

Mark feels a bit disappointed in this question. “What?” He asks again, this time with a tired voice. “I just held your hand for probably an hour straight.” “Yeah but was that a friend hand hold, or like-” “Dennis!” Mark puts his hand on his shoulder “You’re a dumbass.” He leans over and grabs Dennis’s chin, planting a firm kiss on the edge of his mouth.

He pulls away and smirks. “Does that answer your question?” “Yes, but now I have like twenty more..” Dennis looks awed and flustered

“Oh my fucking god.” Mark buries his face in his hands “You’re fucking stupid.”

[reservoirreputation]

Saw a post on your other blog about asking about WIPs, so you should talk about them peas and thank you 👉👈

(looks) that post was from April and about reaching 10k hits on AO3, and now I'm at 12.8k 😭

Gonna be real, I'm at like 30 WIPs you may have to be more specific XD

uhhhh

I recently added a new one, it's my 48th ResDogs fanfic idea, and it came about like (from Discord):

got an idea for a fic 

[8:17 PM]

train of thought; my Dad watches mob videos online, and this is one where Sammy The Bull is being interviewed

Me: Interview with the Mobster

Also me: OOOOOOOHHHHHHH

Fic idea: Larry tells a former cop-turned true crime writer, Freddy Newandyke, of his life and crimes and near death experiences and what led him to revealing everything after all these years

Poor Reputation — Today at 8:22 PM

Interview with the Mobster could be my overall take on Larry's background, how I think he met various people, such as the Cabots and the Vegas and Pink and Brown, and what could possibly cause a falling out between he and Joe if Freddy as an undercover cop weren't involved?

[8:23 PM]

Potentially this could also be older creamsicle shamelessly flirting with each other/being incredibly unprofessional, SO 

[reservoirreputation]

Hello, thanks for the tag!

I was expecting this section, from my WIP, to be much longer, but no XD

From the @orangecrush fic prompt, which will be coming soon to an archive near you...

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They stand outside of Orange’s apartment, and he can’t help but feel a little bad for not inviting White in, it’s so late…

“Maybe next time.” White hums, leaning in and giving Orange a soft kiss on his cheek. He squeezes his hand one last time, then lets go, White walking back to his car and Orange left to wonder where the hell things go from here.

✨💋Friday Kiss Tag💋✨

It’s here. It is finally here. ✨

Rules: From your story/WIP, share a scene with a kiss. It can be any kind of kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead smooches, to full blown makeouts

Happy Friday, everyone! It’s time for the kiss tag. Yep, Ali and Noah’s kiss.🧞‍♂️💋💫

From my WIP YWIMC, 33 chapters later. THE KISS….

…below the cut. Because it gets heated. Tag list is also below the cut, but consider this an +open tag. Share the love ✨

Also TW for people with emetophobia

Loooooong tagging list. Lemme see those smooches 💖✨

@autism-purgatory @ath3alin @drchenquill @willtheweaver @wyked-ao3 @sunglasses-in-the-bentley @gioiaalbanoart @madi-konrad @alinacapellabooks @talesofsorrowandofruin @zackprincebooks @lychhiker-writes @thatuselesshuman @tabswrites @theverumproject @theliteraryarchitect @finickyfelix @bookish-karina @far-cry-from-finality @yourpenpaldee @unstableunicornsofasgard @orions-quill @poorreputation @mr-orion @aintgonnatakethis @astramachina @scribble-dee-vee @katenewmanwrites @kaylinalexanderbooks @paeliae-occasionally @fantasy-things-and-such @cybercelestian @corvys-clover @corinneglass @glasshouses-and-stones @houseplantblank @billybatsonmylove @justabigoldnerd @pippinoftheshire @brigidfromthecelts @noxxytocin @marlowethelibrarian @fortunatetragedy @littlepup93 @the-bar-sinister @despair-nagito @froggy-pposto @dyrewrites @deanwax

[radlyradar]

Sharing a moment. CHPT. 2

1030 words, fix-it, mild annoyance to lovers

Mr. Pink/Mr. Brown Mark Nussy/Dennis Koonstock

summary:

Pink is getting ready for his hot date - COUGH - I mean movie night

Mark woke up when it was still dark. He checked his clock, 6:39am.

Deciding that now was as good a time as any he got up and started planning out his day as he got dressed.

Get ready.

Eat breakfast.

Rent a movie for tomorrow.

Get groceries.

Eat dinner.

It seemed like a good enough list, as he brushed his teeth he made sure his clothes were half decent. A blue button up tucked into black pants. It looked fine enough. He checks the first two things off his list when he walks out the door with a bagel.

Get ready.

Eat breakfast.

He makes sure to double check that he locked his door before driving to the rental store. 

As he walks around the Blockbuster his mind wanders back to Brown. He definitely wasn’t pretty, but something about his expressions, how he held his face. It made him look almost appealing. Almost. What about him made Mark feel so comfortable, he’ll never know. God, he didn’t even know his name and he was going on a pseudo-date. Brown probably wouldn’t think of it as a date. Maybe it was the stupid hair, or his stupid eyes or-

Mark runs into someone’s back and yelps, when he comes back to his senses he recognizes him.

“Pink?” Brown looks down at him with confusion, then smiles. “Hey man!”

“uh-I- um.” He was not prepared for this.

That's when he processes Brown holding onto the sides of his arms, sliding down. Mark breaks the contact before he could get to his elbows, too close.

“Are you alright man?” Brown steps away, as if he had sensed Mark’s anxiety.

“Yeah, I just didn’t expect to run into anyone, let alone you.” Mark wipes off the sides of his jacket as if to express distaste in the contact. He thinks they both know it’s an act because Brown immediately puts his arm around Mark’s shoulder and leans over to him.

“Aw don’t act like that, you looking for a movie?”

“No, I work here- of course I’m looking for a movie!” Mark glares at Brown to realize Brown’s face was much closer than he had originally thought. He turns away and grabs a random movie in front of him.

“You like horrors?”

Mark looks to see he’s grabbed a movie called An American Werewolf in London. He’s never heard of it before.

“Don’t mind them.” He flips the case to read the synopsis and actually finds it pretty interesting. “So you don’t have movies at home that you could put on? You seem like the type to have a crazy shelf full of them.” 

“I have some, I just felt like watching something new.” 

When an employee looks at them and approaches Mark shoves Brown off of him. He glances at Brown to see him making the same face as a kicked puppy. He feels a twinge of regret 

“Can I help you too with anything?” The employee asks.

“We’re good.” Mark waves and holds the movie up. “I think I got what I was looking for” The employee nods and walks away. The moment she turns Mark slowly slides his arm around Brown’s. He feels his face warm and he picks up another movie The Lost Boys, 

“I’ve heard about this one, do you know anything about it?”

Brown’s eyes light up as Mark feels him lean in closer.

“Yeah, it's about these vampires. Do you like vampires?”

“Not my favorite. I like the bigger types.”

“Bigger?” Brown laughs, “Like werewolves?”

“Yeah and like the guy from Halloween.”

“Micheal Meyers? Huh.”

“Why ‘huh’” Mark asks

“I didn’t expect you to like the empty headed brutish type.”

“Well what do you like?”

“Whatever has fun special effects. Like The Thing.”

“Heard about that one, never watched it.”

Brown looks down at him with an amused expression, “You haven’t watched anything have you.”

Mark lets go of his arm and puts The Lost Boys back. “That’s why I have you now, to show me things.” Mark smiles and lifts the movie. “I’m gonna go rent this.. bye.”

“Bye” Brown waves at him 

Mark turns around and rents the DvD. He rushes out of the store with his face on fire. That’s one thing off the list.

Rent a movie for tomorrow.

Next was groceries.

Mark got home tired, he sorted his things and looked at the time. 7:23pm. Not an acceptable time to go to sleep. He paced around the room for a second then decided to go over the plan in his head again. Before he knew it he was out cold.

===

It was 11:09am when he woke up. How did he sleep in so late? He made a list in his head for what to do to get ready then got to it. He ate, brushed his teeth and hair, then opened his closet. 

“Shit.”

He didn’t know what to wear.

He searches through the rack of clothes and takes out a nice blue button up, putting it on with a pair of jeans. Too formal.

Mark goes through a few more outfits, Too serious, too dirty, too relaxed. He finally settles on a striped t-shirt with his open button-up and some jeans.

 He looks at the clock at 3:34pm.

How long did that take? He gets his bag ready. 

Movie

Water 

Small band aid kit

Emergency toothbrush

That should be all he needs. Mark takes a breath, he still has an hour left. He spends his hour and a half switching between watching sitcoms on TV, fixing his hair, to making sure he doesn’t hate his outfit, to pacing around the room like he murdered someone and was trying to find a way out of it. Eventually he hears the honk from outside and turns to read the clock.  5:40pm. 

It’s twenty minutes before they agreed upon but when he checks out the window, sure enough, he spots Brown standing outside his car. For a second Mark finds himself thinking that Brown looks good in a bomber jacket.

Nope, not falling down that spiral, not today.

He takes a breath before opening the door and makes his way to Brown’s car.

[imaginesbymk]

*that tiktok sound* hey!!….. hey…….. how y’all doing………..

i have a lot to say but lemme start off by saying i am SOOOOOooOoOoO sorry for ghosting this blog for a year. same thing’s been happening with wattpad. i ghosted 2 fics on there. and that includes my original dystopian scifi novel that has been in self development hell (as i like to call it)

my only explanation is that i grew unmotivated and grew out of writing fics. it came to a point where im just maladaptive daydreaming, the maladaptive daydreaming takes over and it doesnt let me actually create anything. the other reason is timing. i worked my ass off and finally graduated college with a 4.0 GPA, i did more commercial modelling and runway for a university fashion show so i can build my portfolio, i work full time and my pay is big, i made more art in my sketchbook... basically i just lived my life outside of tumblr.

another thing, the giant elephant in the room, i met cameron monaghan and morena baccarin at fanexpo canada! cameron went through my sketchbook, signed my jerome/jeremiah fanart, and asked me if i was an art student. after i told him i was rejected twice, he looked through every single page in my sketchbook and told me, "aw. well, fuck 'em!" that "it looks like [you] don't need art school" after all. he saw my reservoir dogs acrylic portraits of mr. pink and mr. white and told me he used to watch that film almost 600-700 times when he was 12. he then took a pic of my Grace Van Dien fanart (when i met her in 2022 at fanexpo canada) and he told me he's gonna send it to her. i had no idea they even knew each other.

i couldn't afford a table selfie+autograph combo at morena's autograph sessions so i only paid for a selfie. i said "oi" and "obrigada" to morena before and after taking a selfie with her and she said thank you back with a big smile :D so fanexpo was surreal.

i've always wanted to meet cameron monaghan and after years of writing fanfic for jerome and jeremiah valeska and other gotham fandom character imagines, i *finally* got to meet him.

ive been thinking about coming back and writing again, not just tumblr but on wattpad and getting serious with my original scifi dystopian novel. there's so much that i wanna do in life other than become financially stable and become a successful petite model until i no longer look the part. its hard for me to write because i get so easily stumped. even when i create some ambiance and rewatch the fandom to get inspired, it just drops again. writing is hard. that is why i have respect for my mutuals and my favourite famous authors that got me to write when i was 12. (lol) and anyways, i made new friends and im the happiest ive ever been romantically that i dont need to *imagine* anything with a fandom character, i do it for those who imagine it themselves!

im so sad to come back here and see that a few of my mutuals are inactive or have deactivated. and i became like them and abandoned my work. to be fair, my writing isn't that good, and it still isn't, and if i get something written and published here or on wattpad on a professional hardcopy of my book, i won't believe that it's my best work - and i aced my creative writing elective in my program, so that's a bummer.

i think meeting cameron is giving me a nudge to get back to writing. it feels weird wanting to write jerome/jeremiah fanfic after interacting with the actor himself for less than 5mins of his time, and that he's a human being that experiences human stuff like we all do, the only difference is that he's famous. im not sure if it healed my parasocial mindset with my fave celebs. i do want to take my time and write *something*. i am not doing the requests that have been in my drafts and inbox for a year (sorry :O) im just gonna take my time and readjust and get something down.

<3 mad love to my mutuals @myriadimagines @spacetalbot @arrogant-sonofa-bitch @littlemissvincentvega @emcon-imagines @writerdream22 @jjsmaybank20 @witchthewriter @musicallisto @locke-writes @zodiyack @mahvericks @karasong @moonlit-imagines @randomfandomimagine + many more moots

[corleonewrites]

my future fanfics

alright, since i mentioned that i'm planning to finally write game of thrones fanfic, i decided to make a list of fandoms which i'm considering as my future writing works:

game of thrones

succession

barry

twin peaks

reservoir dogs (i wrote fic for it on ao3, but since i deleted my page from there: i can rewrite my work and post updated version here)

the breakfast club (same with reservoir dogs)

original, inspired by films pretty in pink and tuff turf

i guess that's basically it for now and i hope that i'll write for all the fandoms which are mentioned here, but i don't make promises (sorry)

P.S. there's going to be the day when i'll write something for the godfather