#Dennis Reynolds x reader

[sofmoth]

Smooth Stuff

for her birthday, @strang3lov3 challenged me to write dennis reynolds, and to use his DENNIS system on the reader. naturally i’m nervy because who can do dennis but glenn howerton honestly??? and genuinely not to suck myself off but i feel like i met the brief LMAO

this is for all us dennisfuckers, dennisfucker nation stand up!!!

also posted to AO3 by me (@sofmoth), link here.

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dennis reynolds x reader. WC: 2.3k

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HEED ALL WARNINGS:

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. dennis is a literal sociopath, dennis is manipulative, dennis manipulates reader for sex, dubcon, reader is psychologically tortured, sober sex with a drunk person, reader gets drunk, canon-typical dennisisms, no confirmed relationship, use of the DENNIS system, smut. once more for the cheap seats, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

“My name’s Dennis, I’m collecting donations for the Boys & Girls Club.”

That’s how it started. He’d come in to ask if there were any old toys your store was about to throw out, and if you would consider donating them instead. Unfortunately not, you’d told him, but you were pretty sure you had a phone number he could call and he might have some luck with that. You’d written it down on a Post-It for him with the name of the person he should ask for, and then you handed him a Post-It with your name and number. You’d never been so bold before; something about him inspired that in you.

He called you every other night, and you talked for a few hours each time. It felt like nothing, talking to Dennis was as easy as breathing. He was charming, and funny, and he actually listened to you bitch about the day you had at work instead of interrupting every 38 seconds to talk about himself. Friday night, near the end of your call, he asked if you’d ever been to a restaurant called Guigino’s. He’ll be taking you on Sunday.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous walking to the restaurant with him; you’ve gotten pretty comfortable with him over the phone. He can probably sense your anxiety, hooking his arm into yours as you walk. You hear it before you see it, Dennis groans and you look up. A sign on the door reads CLOSED, and Dennis holds his face in his hand. He sighs, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Unbelievable, I’m sorry. How about we take a rain check on this? We can grab a pizza or something and head back to my place, watch a movie? My roommate’ll be there but he keeps to himself. If that’s okay with you, of course.” You hum, bite your lip.

“Okay. It’s still Italian.” You stifle a nervous giggle and Dennis chuckles, wrapping his arm over your shoulder as you continue down the street.

As the apartment door opens you can see a man sitting on the couch, reading a book with the TV barely on. He must be Dennis’s roommate. Dennis clears his throat.

“Hey man. Do you mind taking that to your room? The restaurant was closed, we’d like to… y’know, get to know each other a bit. In private.”

“I’m not going in there.” Dennis’s jaw twitches.

“Why not?”

“I saw a black widow. I’m not going back in there.”

Dennis sighs, looks over at you.

“I mean, I guess we could take this to my room? Eat on the bed, watch a DVD in there?” You nod and he relaxes, smiling at you.

You sit on top of his covers with the pizza box between you, eating absently as you attempt to follow the movie. You’re not entirely sure what it is, but you think you recognize a few of the actors. You feel Dennis’s knee touch yours, looking over at him.

“Pretty good pizza.” He closes the box.

“Not the only good thing I’m looking at.”

God damn, does he fuck. You almost feel bad for his roommate, though the thought is immediately pushed from your mind as the head of his cock borderline bruises your cervix. His hand on your throat stifles your moans, your eyes roll back from the sensation. You’re practically folded in half, knees pressed closer to your shoulders than you ever thought possible, your arms around his neck as he kisses you messily.

Your legs start to tremble, toes curling as you feel the tension building in your belly. You knot your fingers in his hair, tugging hard as your back arches into his chest and you begin to see stars. He doesn’t slow down, if anything he fucks you harder, tears pricking at your lashes as the stimulation toes the line of too much. You silently thank God he had condoms, glad he won’t have to pull out and finish on you. His pace falters, hips stuttering as he grates out a near-rapturous “Oh, fuck.” 

He pants against your neck, wincing as he pulls out. You prop yourself up on your elbows, legs still shaking You look him up and down, the sheen of sweat on his forehead and the wild look in his eyes nearly doing you in again. He tosses the spent condom down into the wastebasket by his nightstand, pulling his boxers up and laying on his back next to you. You look over at him, raising an eyebrow. He raises one back at you.

“Oh, really?”

The next evening after work, you find one of your tires almost completely deflated. You groan, inspecting the rubber and locating a sizable screw lodged between the treads. Fucking fantastic. You sigh, chewing on your lip. You’ve only been talking with him for a little over a week, and you don’t want to seem too needy, but you call Dennis anyway. Maybe he’ll be able to give you a ride to the auto shop at least.

He’s there in no time, happy to help. He even offered to change the tire for you. As he stands he wipes his hands on his jeans, kissing you quickly before replacing the jack in your trunk. You feel your cheeks heating up, a grin tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“I’ve got some stuff to do this week, so how about we go to Guigino’s next week?”

“Sounds good to me. You free that Friday?” He smiles at you.

“Yes, I am. How does 7 sound?”

“That’ll be great. Give me a call when you’ve got time, I’ll see you.” You enter your car, starting the engine as he backs away and raises a hand to you.

You notice he watches you leave the parking lot before leaving himself. That’s the first time any man has bothered to make sure nothing else happened to you. Dennis calls that night, you talk for a bit before you both decide to go to bed. The next two days follow the same routine, but the third day he doesn’t call. You feel a bit dejected, and by 8:30 you’re two glasses of wine deep, nearly ready to go to bed. Your phone rings and you’re wide awake again, picking up without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You’re met only with the sound of heavy breathing. “Hello? Who is this?”

“I know where you are, you dirty slut. I’m gonna gut you like a fish.”

You hang up, throwing the phone almost across the living room. Your hands shake and you stand slowly, walking carefully over lest it ring and be the same man on the other end again. You call Dennis, and as he picks up you can’t control your tears attempting to explain what just happened. He arrives at your apartment shortly, holding you on the couch as you try to calm down. He offers to stay the night and you insist he doesn’t have to, he insists he wants to if it’ll make you feel safer. You gratefully accept.

Your week is filled with mishaps and threatening calls, notes left on your car in your apartment and work lots. You tell him the only person you can think of who would do this to you is your batshit crazy ex, so Dennis comes to visit for a bit most evenings. Dennis has to cancel your plans for Guigino’s, and as he leaves he kisses you at the door with a promise that he’ll call you.

He doesn’t call. You try to only call him once a day, leaving simple and short voicemails. The threatening calls start again and you try to get ahold of Dennis, still to no avail. You spend the next week almost too afraid to set foot outside, but you have obligations that must be met, phone stalker or not. By the end of the week you’ve given up. You didn’t expect this from him, don’t know what prompted it. You can’t tell whether you were too clingy, or perhaps you weren’t paying him the attention he deserved. You sit on your couch, already down three glasses of wine and working on your fourth when a knock on your door startles you.

You lean against the peephole, trying to make out who it is. Dennis. You groan quietly, holding your face in your hands. You sigh deeply, pulling the door open to face him directly. His shoulders are slack, he looks sad.

“Can I come in?” You gesture him inside, he sits on the couch and eyes the wine bottle. “I know I’ve been distant. I’m sorry.”

You sit next to him, picking up your wine glass and finishing it in one long swig.

“I just wanted to explain myself. Listen, I was being a coward. I was afraid. I’ve had my heart broken so many times, and you’re too good for me. I was scared it was gonna happen again and I was gonna lose the best thing that’s happened to me in ages, so I did a really shitty thing and cut you out before you could do it to me. That was awful of me.”

You rub your temple, sighing through your nose as he talks.

“I… I’m not afraid of that anymore. I thought about it really hard, and being away from you this week has been killing me. I wanna be with you. I love spending time with you and talking to you, when I have a bad day getting to talk to you makes it feel like it never even happened. Please, give me another chance.”

Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the stress you’ve been under, but the sincerity in his eyes knocks down every emotional barricade you put up. How exactly you got into bed with him is a blur, but you remember Dennis pulling you up at some point as you made out on the couch. This isn’t like the first time you fucked him, he’s taking his time with you now.

Your eyelids flutter as he lays kisses to your neck and chest, peeling your shorts away as you toss your tank top across the room. You can’t keep your hands off of him, fingers digging into the flesh of his back as he removes his shirt. He kisses you deeply, you hear the harsh sound of his zipper and he pulls away for a moment to remove his jeans. He’s back over you in an instant, hips grinding into yours evenly.

You make out slowly, fingers tangled in each other’s hair as he continues dry humping you. His pace begins quickening, his breathing becoming shallow. You’re both getting desperate, and you push his hand down to the waistband of your panties. He removes them without hesitation, pulling away from you once again only to push down his boxers. He reaches over to your nightstand, fishing around in the drawer for a condom.

You could cry when you finally feel him push inside you, the slow roll of his hips into yours making your eyes nearly cross and your back arch. One arm holds him up just above your torso, his other hand grips your hip. You can feel his teeth and tongue on your neck and clavicle, whining at the soft bites he lays down. The hand on your hip comes up to your chest and you gasp as he squeezes, his thumb grazing your nipple as he wraps his lips around the other. The wet heat drives you fucking crazy; you bite down on your own hand to ground yourself.

Your hips start to sting, you don’t even know how long you’ve had your legs spread at this point. Dennis doesn’t seem anywhere near tired or finished, his speed increased and his grip on your skin even firmer. You wrap your legs around his waist, he moans openly and fucks you harder. It still isn’t as hard as your first hookup, but you imagine this is what finding religion feels like. You feel his hand snake down between your bodies, gasping at the sensation of his thumb circling your clit.

Your eyes start to water, breathing becoming jerky as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His pelvis slams against yours, the speed and friction only pushing you closer to your orgasm. You whimper; the rubber band is about to snap, your stomach tenses and your thighs twitch. Dennis kisses you, hard, pounding into you and stopping abruptly. Your whine becomes a broken moan as he focuses his attention on your clit, tears falling as your entire body stiffens and relaxes from the relief your orgasm brings.

You moan again into his mouth and he continues fucking into you, and you can tell he’s close. Courteous, too. His speed is unrelenting, plowing into you so forcefully it almost hurts. He buries his cock inside you one final time, pressing his face into your tits and moaning raggedly. You almost wish you could feel him cum inside you, curious to experience the sensation. Dennis pants against your chest, squeezing your hip as you release his waist from the confinement of your calves.

He doesn’t move, holding his cock inside of you for what feels like hours. By the time he pulls out, you’re wracked by a wave of exhaustion. You can barely keep your eyes open, only vaguely aware of his movements  as he throws away the condom and pulls the blankets over you both. You feel him stroke your hair and press a kiss to your cheek, and you think you hear him say something but you can’t quite understand him.

Your alarm scares you awake, on your one day off no less. You reach behind yourself, feeling only the mattress under your palm. You sit up, confused, listening for the sound of Dennis moving around anywhere in your apartment. The entire place is silent. You pull on enough clothes to cover yourself, walking to your window to look into the parking lot and searching for Dennis’s car. You don’t see it anywhere. You try to call him, immediately you’re met with the telltale chime ready to inform you you’ve dialed a disconnected phone number.

“Douchebag” doesn’t even begin to describe that motherfucker.

[dandelionpixels]

could you do romantic Dennis or Charlie hcs with a super affectionate s/o btw I love your account ^^

YASS i got you!!!! and tysm omg!!

charlie

- lowkey really obsessed with you. like hes never had anyone so openly love him like this. so it kind of reduces him to gibberish when you kiss him on the cheek

- hes always pointing you out to people who come into the bar bc hes so dumbstruck that you’re actually his and he wants to tell everyone

- sometimes when the gang is sitting in a booth and you scooch in next to him and interlock your hands, he just goes blank for a couple minutes until he comes back to reality

- one time he actually offered you his jacket and you kissed him on the nose in gratitude. he didn’t stop grinning until mac tried to tackle him for “looking dumb as hell”

- im sooo picturing lots of times where you’re holding his hand and he just can’t stop glancing over to look at you because hes so amazed

- at some points he gets so overwhelmed he has to take a couple laps around the bar

dennis

- initially pretend he hates it. hes always pulling his hand away or swerving away from a kiss while mumbling “pda is gross”

- but one time when you guys are sitting at the bar, you catch him off guard with a kiss on the shoulder. he spins his chair away with an annoyed noise but you can see his cheeks go bright red

- he’s bartending one night and gives you a drink and you go “thanks handsome” and he has to fumble to not drop the bottle he’s holding. you pretend like you weren’t looking to save him the embarrassment

- one of the first times he initiates is when you guys are sitting in a booth with the gang, and he nudges ur hand under the table. when you go to move it away, he interlocks your pinkies and shoots you a quick smile

- you come into the bar one night after an awful day at work and make a beeline for him. he opens his mouth to say something rude but stops short when you wrap your arms around him. he looks around to make sure no one’s watching and surrenders, putting his arms around your shoulders and mumbling his best attempts at encouragement

soo fun!!! i luv writing the boyz :))

[teagballs]

- dennis reynolds: nsfw alphabet.

a/n: heyyyy guys..... did u miss me.... it's only been 160 days LMFAOOOO. sorry for my absence, college is wild. not sure what my uploading will be like from here on, i have a ton of requests to sort through but nandor is on my radar !!!! got alot of nandor requests so expect fic soon.

thought id ease in with my fav lil bastard man. ive been meaning to do an nsfw alphabet with dennis for so long that it came really easily for me to write, but this isnt like my usually fics, very relaxed and lazy writing style. love u all as always and thank you for all the concerned messages I AM ALIVE!!!! just busy

cw: dennis shenanigans, some disrespect to woman ofc, smut smut smut cannot stress that enough, fem reader, not proofread, very casual writing style, 1.3k words, lowercase.

smut under the cut!!!

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

very lazy. will flip over, give you a kiss on the head, and then go to sleep.

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

on partner: boobs. there's so much evidence to support this. he's so a titty man. he's constantly trying to get his hands on them when fucking which is why he favours positions like cowgirl or missionary.

on himself: his dick. he's very gifted and very proud of it, cocky bastard (pun intended)

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

dennis is a dick. he hates to get cum on himself but would happily see you ruined in it. he tries to convince you to let him cum on your face when you give him a blowjob. would love to cum inside you. not for the purposes of reproduction, but in a very predatory way of claiming you.

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

i think he'd love to watch one of his tapes with you. fucking you while he fucks some other girl in the background is very hot to him. he doubts you would be into it however. he knows its unappealing for you to imagine him with someone else.

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

say it with me: WWWWWWHOOOOOOOORRREEEE.

dennis is not shy about the fact he has had many, many sexual intercounters. he prides himself on how many women he's been with and uses that knowledge to get you and him off.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

like i said before, i think he'd been into missionary or cowgirl so he can grab your tits. although i think he'd opt more often for missionary and its plain and easy.

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

dennis would definitely try to be super serious and sexy to a humorous extent. he would try to be all suave, but it would come off as just plain stupid. he'd try to incorporate music and a little dance into his foreplay and you would giggle, and he would get super offended. like "no take this seriously!" as two of hearts by stacey q plays.

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

very well maintained. dennis definitely prides himself on his dick and spends effort making it look the best it can.

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

if this is a one night stand, he will try to fake some kind of deep romance into it, but truly it is not there. it is a one and done situation.

however, if this is an established relationship, i think he'd lose himself in the moment. he'd be more sappy than he realises, caressing your skin as he thursts or letting out a few "i love you"s that he would never admit to later as he cums.

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think dennis would believe masterbating is just something teenagers do and if he's horny he will just fuck. but occasionally if you are away from home and he's lonely he'll have to rub one out to that tape of you he has.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

bondage. obviously. love love loves the idea of you being restained and fully at his mercy. however, he doesn't just introduce this kink to anyone. you would have to be together long term before he brings out his "bondage shit." that's because it comes with him hiding the more insane parts of himself.

L = location (favorite places to do the do)

pretty vanilla and will usually want to do it in his bedroom. he feels most comfortable there, and mac knows not to come in. also, maybe because of the cameras he has in there. maybe.

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

dennis is a simple man. short skirts and low-cut tops usually do the trick.

less traditionally, you telling him off can also get him going. either he's filled with the need to 'discipline' you or he wants you to take your anger out on him and ride him till the sun comes up, baby!!

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

there's nothing he wouldn't do to you. truly. anything is on the table. for himself, however, i don't think he'd like to get hurt. he's a big ole baby, and it would bruise his ego :(

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

definitely prefers receiving because he is a selfish bastard man. he's rough with it, too, grabbing your head and using you like his personal fleshlight.

and of course, he's shit at giving. you'll have to teach him how to properly eat pussy.

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

starts off painfully slow and ends hard and rough. he makes an ordeal out of foreplay. he will tease and test you before finally entering you, and even then he's going slow. when he actually starts fucking you though he's unapologetically fast. he's chasing his own high and you'll probably cum along the way.

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

he prefers to take his time during sex so i doubt hed be down for full penatration quickies. however quick blowjobs? he loves. especially if there's a chance you could get caught, like taking you to the office and having you suck his dick under the desk before going back out to serve again.

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

definitely prefers to fuck properly at home, however, like said in 'Q' up to take some risks.

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

one and done, im going to be so real. he will come then turn over and go to sleep.

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

so many. so. vibrators, ball gags, rope. you name it, he probably has it. but only for his partner. he doesn't like the idea that he would need a toy to get himself off.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

like mentioned in 'P', he likes to drag sex out, making a performance. he likes to degrade you by making you wait, dennis is solely focused on his own pleasure usually.

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

dennis likes to pretend he isn't a whiny bitch. he lets out swallowed groans and grunts as he grinds against you, but pathetic little whines and occasionally even whimpers will slip out. this will only happen in a relationship and usually when your being aggressive towards him, like pulling his hair and clawing his back with ever growing need.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

i think with enough persuasion, you could peg dennis reynolds. if you somehow frame it in a way that caters to his hypermasculine view, he'll be begging for it.

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

dude, he's huge. as seen in "mac and charlie die" (ifykyk). it almost makes up for his huge ego, almost. i imagine he's around 9 inches hard.

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

dennis acts as though he is constantly seducing women and bringing them back to his place, this is not true. when not in a relationship, he usually only brings like 1 or 2 girls home a month. there's so much rigmarole to using his stupid D.E.N.N.I.S system that it's usually not worth the effort.

when he's in a relationship however, this drive rises. when you are around all the time suddenly he's always eager to fuck. most nights, infact.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep)

like mentioned in 'A', he falls asleep pretty quickly. he'll give you a lazy kiss and drape his arm across you as a sort of 'thank you'. an appreciation.

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[idk6123]

The List (Dennis Reynolds X Male reader)

“Why did you make a list?” Charlie asks.

“Because I like to organize my stuff.”

The gang again have their usual antics. Today, Y/N is writing down names of men he knows he would sleep with or not. Standing behind the bar, he writes on a piece of paper, with the rest of the gang chatting with him.

“That is the most autistic thing I ever heard.” Dee comments.

“Then maybe you should be autistic because you’re life is a mess.” Y/N responds back as he continues writing names.

Frank frowns. “You better not bang me.”

“Don’t worry, you’re in the category ‘Avoid at all costs’.”

Mac leans a bit further in, eager to see the names. “How many of these categories do you even got?”

Y/N stops writing and lift up the paper, ready to read it out. “To best to worst, ‘Yes, please’, ‘Would be cool’, ‘Wouldn’t mind’, ‘I rather not’, ‘No, thanks’, ‘Gross, no’, ‘Avoid at all costs’, ‘I don’t like incest.’”

Charlie then got curious. “Well, where am I then?”

“You’re in ‘would be cool’.”

“Really?” Charlie smiles, feeling flattered. “Thank you.”

“W-Where am I then?” Mac asks, now feeling curious too.

“You’re in the same place as Charlie.”

“Yes!” Mac looks proud, before dropping his true feelings. “I-I mean, I would never fuck a guy. That’s gay.”

Dee cocks an eyebrow. “Then why did you ask?”

Dennis then leans at the bar. “Where did you put me?”

“’No, thanks’.”

Dennis gasps a bit. “No thanks? You don’t want to sleep with me?” He stares at his friend. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“So get me straight. You would rather sleep with Mac, and even Charlie, then me?”

“Yes.”

Dennis stares at the other man a few seconds. “Is there any chance you’re blind, or even retarded?” He let out an awkward laughter.

“No.”

“Have you checked!?” Dennis flips a bit out, causing everyone to flinch, until he calms down. “Give me that.” The psychopath yanks the list from his friend to read at it, seeing multiple names Y/N either knows or some celebrities. He then gasps. “You put Rickety Cricket wouldn’t mind!?”

“You’re missed reading ‘before he got ugly’.” Y/N says as he points at the list.

Dennis then gasps further. “You put Bill Ponderosa higher than me!?”

“That’s also before he got completely fucked up. You’re not reading the context.”

“I don’t care about the context! They shouldn’t be above me in the first place!” Dennis yells.

“It’s not true at all. I put the McPoyles in ‘I don’t like incest’, which is kinda impressive, since they’re the only ones I’m not related to.”

Dennis then let out an awkward, but also a maniacal soft laugh as he looks back at the rest. “You all hear that? I’m better than the McPoyles.” He continues to laugh, with some of the gang looking awkward at each other, clearly uncomfortable thanks to the mental breakdown. “I’m JUST better than them. Not Bill Ponderosa! Not Rickety Cricket! Not Mac and Charlie! Just them!”

“Aren’t you overreacting just-?”

Dennis then interrupts Y/N. “Why? Do you get a type for ugly men? Are you stupid?”

“You’re just not my type.”

Dennis laughs it off. “Not your type, huh? You’re saying that I’m not good enough for you?”

“Ye-”

“Well, YOU’RE WRONG!” Dennis instantly stops laughing and shouts, throwing the piece of paper aside. “Clearly, you got some dumb disorder in your brain, because everyone wants to be either me or sleep with me!” The blonde then walks away, visibly upset by the entire conversation.

Everyone looks a bit stunned, with Y/N looking back at the gang. “What just happened?”

-

The next day, Y/N is back working behind the bar. It doesn’t take long before the rest of the gang gets into the bar, one of them is Dennis. Y/N instantly knows something is up with him, as the narcissist is wearing more casual clothing instead of his regular wear.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” Y/N responds with a bit unease, as Dennis merely displays a charming smile.

Dennis then goes in front of the bar, leaning against it. “I just want to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn’t react the way I did. I-I just hope you realize…” Y/N raises an eyebrow as his friend acts hurt. “That it really means a lot, t-that you think of me like that.”

“Well, sorry.” Y/N responds, wanting to be nice, even if he can tell Dennis is pretending. “I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“It’s alright.” Dennis leans a bit closer. “I mean, your taste must be just next-level if you’re putting Charlie and Mac above me. You must see things that no one else can.”

“Right…” Y/N awkwardly responds. He then sees Dennis staring a bit unsettling at him, even if a smile is helping his creepiness. “What?”

“S-Sorry.” Dennis pretends to look flustered. “I just never realize how good looking you are.”

“Thanks…?”

“I mean, you’re so fit.” Dennis gives a charming smile. “I bet you work-out a lot. Speaking of which, can you help me get the booze into the bar? Since you’re so strong and all, I think you’re better at it.”

“Okay…”

Thus, Y/N gets at the back of the bar, grabbing the alcohol and bringing it in the bar. As he does, Dennis keeps complimenting his strength, while Y/N is more annoyed, his friend isn’t doing anything.

“Fine, I help.” Dennis gets over to one of the crates and tries to lift it up, only to struggle. “Shit. Y/N, can you help me?”

“You did fine last week.”

“I know. I just got a sore muscle.” Dennis stands back up, holding his arm and pretending to be in pain. “Luckily, I got you to help me.”

Y/N rolls his eyes, wishing he could’ve gotten a different job instead of working with Dennis Reynolds.

-

As hours passed, Y/N regrets making the list, as Dennis keeps bothering him, even if it is just some complements. All he wants is to work, and yet somehow always the gang never works. He accepted this, but he doesn’t accept being annoyed. It makes him a bit surprised when Dennis suddenly acts differently.

“I know you like fine, but I think you could look better.” Dennis then put a button-up shirt against Y/N’s chest without any shame. “Yeah, this looks a lot better on you. It matches your eyes. You’re lucky you got me. Don’t worry, I always got you covered when it comes to your bad fashion sense.”

As much as Y/N tries to ignore the weird insults while Dennis makes himself more worthy. Thus, during the rest of the night, the narcissist tries to impress Y/N by unusual means.

“Wow.” Dennis comments, leaning against the bar as Y/N tries to collect some glasses from a bar table. He looks back, catching that Dennis was staring at his ass. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. You just got a great body.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But I think you look better.” Dennis then whips out skin-tight pants from behind the bar, with Y/N wondering if he always plans out his complements ahead. “I know your butt is important for you, so I got you these. These emphasizes your butt. It makes it look bigger and better, without making you look fat.”

“Oh… okay?”

“Try them on.” Dennis throws the pants to Y/N, causing him to have the glass fall on the ground, breaking it. “I want to see the results.”

“Dennis, don’t throw shit at me!”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Dennis sounds too sincere. “I-I guess I was too eager to find out how good you look. No need to thank me though. Just keep in mind, whenever you need help with your outfit, you can go to Dennis Reynolds.”

Y/N sighs, putting the pants on the bar table and walks away, now needing to clean the glass shards.

-

When midnight arrived, Y/N just wanted to go to bed. Thus, while getting into his sweatpants, he’s ready to hit the hay. When he was about to do so, he heard a knock on his door. Once he gets over it and opens it, he quickly frowns.

“Oh no.”

“Y/N.” Dennis gives a gleeful smile. “It’s good seeing you- wow… you look handsome in sweats.”

“What do you want?”

“I just want to spend time with you.” Dennis put his arm on Y/N’s shoulder, who frowns a bit. “I want to get to know you on a deeper and personal level.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Dennis’ voice deepens and gets closer. “Because you’re special, and I want you to know that.”

“Shouldn’t you be back at your apartment?”

“I rather be with you.” Dennis invites himself in, even closing the door behind him. The blonde then puts his hands on his friend’s shoulder. “Don’t you feel it too?”

“The feeling to want to go to therapy?”

“Yes. A therapy of love.” Dennis then focuses on a certain spot on Y/N’s face, which makes his friend feel anxious.

“What?”

“There is a spot on your face.” Dennis then grabs something from his pocket. “Do you want a tissue?”

“No.”

Dennis’ eyes begin to twitch as his face finally breaks. “Alright, this is how this is going to go. We have sex, you will love it, and you put me on the number 1 spot. Not just on the highest category, I want you to create a new category with just me called ‘Dennis Reynolds’. And then, when you love so much, you wish you can have more of me, but I won’t be there.”

Y/N raises a concerned eyebrow. “If I sleep with you, will you leave me alone?”

“Yes.”

-

With their naked bodies under the blankets, Dennis smiles a bit while Y/N looks stoically. The golden god looks to his side.

“And? Tell me you’re wrong.”

“Eh.”

Dennis looks irritable. “Eh? You think sex with me is eh?”

Y/N shrugs. “Had better.”

“Who then?!” Dennis shouts again. “Tell me his name and I promise you; I prove to you I can do better.”

“Yeah… no, I’m not going to do that.”

Dennis groans. “Well, what do you THINK I did wrong then?”

“Dunno.” Y/N shrugs. “You were a bit stiff.”

“Stiff? You think I am stiff?”

“Yes… that was the answer to the question you asked.”

Dennis groans. “You’re ridiculous!” He then realizes something. “Alright, clearly, I was in the wrong position. Let’s do it again.”

“No, I’m going to sleep.” Y/N says, turning his back and closes his eyes.

Dennis growls. “Fine! Tomorrow then!”

-

While the gang is again at the bar, they awkwardly see Dennis flirting with Y/N. Whether it’s putting his hands on his body, or ‘accidentally’ touching a personal spot of Y/N.

“Why resist it?” Dennis asks in a deeper voice, as Y/N is leaning against the bar, merely watching a YouTube video. “You, me, the best sex ever existed.”

“Not in the mood.”

“Well, I can change that.” Dennis says as he gets closer.

“I got a break in 2 hours. No sex before that.”

Dennis tiredly sighs. “Fine…” He turns around and walks away, into the office.

The gang then is ready to speak up.

“Did you had sex with Dennis?” Mac asks.

“Yes.”

“You didn’t think it was good?” Dee then asks.

“No, it was great.” Y/N cracks out a smirk.

The gang looks confused. “T-Then why are you-?”

“Because I have him on the hook.” Y/N clarifies, interrupting Frank. “You really think Dennis could ever settle, especially for a guy? Now, I can go to the best dates ever, all the while having Dennis believe he needs to prove himself.”

The gang looks impressed, especially Charlie. “You think that will work on the waitress?”

Y/N sighs. “No, because she doesn’t have to prove anything. Dennis on the other hand is a fragile and desperate man, exactly my type.”

[kolsmikaelson]

just came up w an idea for a dennis fic, so hear me out. it’s based off the episode in season two mac bangs dennis’ mom so what if when dennis finds out instead of going for macs mom he goes after macs sister (aka reader) to get back at him. would anyone be interested in that?

[star-girl-05]

Officer Reynolds

Dennis Reynolds x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

“Where did you get that?”, after all these years you would think nothing would surprise you anymore, and yet almost everyday there's something new. Today's newest thing is Dennis dressed in a cop uniform, holding a grey cat. 

“Frank got it” he did a twirl letting you take in his appearance fully, and you have to admit he looked good. “Sprang for all the bells and whistles.” he lifts up the baton hanging off his hip spinning it in his hand before pocketing it once more. 

“Why?” 

“We got a cop car and we can’t go driving it around in civilian clothes”

“Ah, I see” you had more questions, like why on earth did you guys buy a cop car but you keep your mouth shut. Knowing that the answer would only raise more questions. “If you bought a cop car shouldn’t you be riding it it and not here” 

“Maybe I just wanted to see you”, now it’s all starting to make sense. 

“Is Officer Reynolds hoping for a quickie?” Dennis smirks at the nickname immediately making his way over to you. 

“When I said Frank sprang for the bells and whistles that includes handcuffs” He suggestively twirls the silver cuffs around his finger. 

“Well hurry up and read me my rights before the others come back.” The two of you quickly head to the back office. Dennis gives agent Bower a pet on his head before setting him on a bar stool. 

“Stay here agent bower, this is a solo mission”

[eternal-sunshine-222]

IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

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DEANDRA "DEE" REYNOLDS

-coming soon!

RONALD "MAC" MCDONALD

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

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This masterlist along with my others will be updated everytime a new story/fic is written or in the works of being written.

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[teagballs]

licks screen

just a lil bit of dennis being crazy and obsessive and predatory :)

For Dennis, sex was always the means to an end. Something that he would have whenever he felt that need had to be met. He would take what he wanted and it would be done. Uncomplicated. A simple solution to a problem. But with you, it's different. For him, you are not only a conquest, but something to be mastered, and he takes his studies very seriously. From the day Dee brought you into the bar, he was obsessed. He would imagine devouring you, slowly, savoring the taste of your lips, your skin, the heat between your legs. How he would drink in the look in your eyes as your body trembled around him, how the feeling of your nails raking down his back would satisfy his hunger. These thoughts would keep him up for nights on end, drive him insane, make his skin itch, until no amount of scratching gave him his fix. So he planned it all out- every last detail down to the second. You would come over for a dinner he would cook- something impressive, but not pretentious. Throughout dinner he would touch on topics he knew you would find charming. He would know enough about you to seem like the perfect match, but not enough to arouse suspicion. Then, after dinner, he would set the mood with your favorite slow songs. If that didn't do it, he had a few of your favorite movies queued up on his TV. Thank God for the internet and his oblivious, idiot sister. But when the night actually came- after the stage was set, after he'd spent hours rehearsing the night in his head- it was you who had him.

The night did go according to his plan. You laughed over dinner, which was delicious. He took you into his arms to dance to a few of your favorite tunes after, savoring the warmth of your body against his and the smell of your perfume that enveloped him. You even got to one of the movies he'd prearranged, shocked that he'd ever even heard of it. It wasn't until around midnight that you finally made your way into his bedroom. By then, the two of you had finished a bottle of wine. Standing in the middle of his room, lit only by the street light filtering in through half-closed blinds, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, trailing his fingers along your jaw until your chin came between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your face up to meet his, he pressed his lips to yours. The rush was immediate, and suddenly everything became so intense. He kissed you harder, tugging you closer, causing you to gasp. Shoving his tongue into your open mouth, he took a fistful of your hair into his hand to hold your head in place as he devoured you. When he was done tasting your mouth, he moved to your neck. He could feel your pulse tickle his lips, and he swore he could almost hear the blood rushing through the delicate arteries and veins that lay just under the surface of your soft skin. He bit down hard, eliciting a loud moan from you and leaving behind two dark red crescents.

"Fuck, Dennis," your voice, so full of pleasure, made him lightheaded. His hands roamed your body, groped at your thighs, your ass, your waist- anything he could get them on was his. You gripped his biceps, feeling his muscles ripple beneath the thin fabric of his henley. He hissed when you dragged your nails down his chest. Quickly, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. You gasped when he easily picked you up and carried you to his bed.

There he laid you down, and he had his way with you. Just as he had planned. But he wasn't expecting to feel the way he did after, lying next to you, panting as he came down from his climax.

Normally after sex he would feel empty- satisfied, but, after the euphoria subsided, empty. He'd never felt like this before. It was like it never happened. The itch was still there. He needed more. More of you, more of your body, more of your attention, your time, your presence. Everything. So, instead of getting up to shower, or asking you when you needed to be home, or offering to call you a cab, he rolled over and pulled you into his chest. You relaxed into him immediately, but he remained tense, unsure of himself for the first time that night. Maybe, even, in his life.

[dandelionpixels]

dennis x charlie x reader

(romantic)

ask: Dennis Reynolds and Charlie Kelly x reader who's kinda anxious all the time and gets a bit clingy because of it?

Dennis

- Religiously intent on pretending like he hates it, even though literally everyone knows he doesn’t.

- Gets really good at telling when you’re feeling especially anxious, just from your tone or your body language. He’ll shoot Charlie a look and Charlie will come up a nonsensical reason that you guys have to leave.

- “I can hear the rats breeding and we have to cut this off at the source. Be back in a sec!”

- Whenever you guys sit next to each other in a booth and he can feel your fingers tapping nervously, he puts his foot next to yours, and interlocks your guys’ pinkies.

- When he has to run an errand during the work day, he’s always careful to ask if you want to come. It ends up adding an hour onto the errand, because you guys always end up wanting food and drinks.

Charlie

- Openly loves it and has been known to try to actually bite people who make fun of him for it.

- He’s a lover of good morning and good night texts. You introduced him to the concept and it doesn’t matter if you guys are in the same bed, he’ll still send one. He also wakes up at noon but will still send a good morning text.

- Biggest piggyback enjoyer in the world. Anytime you seem even a little drained, he’s already trying to convince you to let him give you a piggyback ride.

- ‘Bought’ you a shitty matching necklace that you’re pretty sure he made out of bottle-caps, but you love it more than anything.

- Gets really giddy and honored when you want to be close to him, and takes his ‘responsibility’ way too seriously, despite your insistence you just want to hang out. He’ll refuse to do anything else when you want to be near him, which includes his job, to Frank’s annoyance.

Dennis + Charlie

- On days where you all stay home, you can’t get them to leave the bed. You tease them for being even clingier than you are, but they just pull you back under the covers when you try to go make coffee.

- When you’re feeling specifically anxious about an outing or event, they’re always ready to brainstorm ways to make it better, writing it on a stupid whiteboard at Charlie’s place. The ideas range from just not going to calling in a b//mb threat to get the event rescheduled.

- Out in public, you’re usually the first to hold their hands or link arms, but then they refuse to let go.

[teagballs]

I just read your Dennis fic, and if you were going to write a part 2 would you be able to make it that Dennis doesn’t immediately tell reader he likes her? He just starts acting really weird when she’s around?

Like maybe, Dennis Charlie and Mac are insulting Dee and reader says something like “that it’s not nice” then Dennis goes, “yeah that’s seriously not nice guys.” And everyone’s just confused cause like he was saying mean stuff too.

If it’s to much trouble or if you don’t wanna write this please just ignore this 🧍🧍

"like no one else" | dennis reynolds x reader

read part one here

authors note: ur mind anon UR MIND BROOO. this prompt was amazing and i had to do it but also it took me a month cuz i was busy. OOPS. i hope i did it justice cuz i took it and ran LMAO

requests open as always!! looking to do some charlie kelly stuff, so if u have any ideas for him lmk!!

cw: fem reader, mentions of objectification of women and the D.E.N.N.I.S system ofc, lil smoochie smoo at the end but nothing nsfw, 1.4k words

Dennis stumbled out of the restaurant, abandoning his date and this old life of promiscuity behind, seemingly. He walked down the street, pulling out his phone. He entered your name into his contacts, ready to confess everything. Ready to tell you how much you mean to him. Ready to love you. But then he stopped. His finger hovered over the call button and he thought, "what am I doing?" It was the emotion of the situation that made him act with such heedlessness. He didn't even know if you felt that way about him, if you felt the same deep connection he did. For him, it was a feeling like no other. It felt like you got him in a way no one else did. With understanding and kindness too. But to you? Dennis could just be a good friend to you. And if that was the case, what was the point in risking it all? He took a deep breath, shoving his phone back in his pocket. No, he shouldn't act so incautiously.

In the following weeks, Dennis found himself falling deeper and deeper for you. Every action you took, every word you spoke. He found himself obsessing over it. He tried not to come off as creepy - although that was hard, this was Dennis. His still kept his distance as usual, but now with a growing infatuation. He believed he was portraying this neutrality to you well, but this facade was challenged today.

"Y'know what guys, I'm really excited for this date tonight," Dee began to explain as she sat at the bar with Dennis, Charlie, Mac, and you.

"Oh shut up, Dee, nobody cares about your stupid date," Mac barked. Degrading her as usual.

It was water off a duck's back for dee, "You're just jealous I have a date Mac." She rhymed off before taking another swig of her beer.

"How'd you get this one to go out with you, Dee?" Charlie began in defence of Mac, "What'd you do? Steal his dog?"

"What? God no, what the fuck are you talking about?" Dee said.

Dennis didn't involve himself in verbally bullying his sister as he usually would. Usually, he would come in with the worst, most grating jabs. Instead, he silently observed how you scrolled on your phone, occasionally taking a sip of your drink, noticing how your brows furrowed ever so slightly in frustration.

"Even if you do go on this date, Dee, the only way you'll get him to stay is if you steal his phone or something!" Mac snarled.

"Yeah, you stupid bird!" Charlie said, which resulted in loud laughter from the men.

"God, would you just leave her alone, you two? Do you have nothing better to do?" You snapped at them finally. Dennis noticed your frustration and wanting to support and comfort you, he responded;

"Yeah, guys, leave her alone. You're both so sad." Dennis said in his usual 'I'm not wrong about anything ever and you're stupid for being wrong' tone.

Silence. Everyone, including you, turns to face Dennis. Did he just defend Dee? The sister he swore he hated?

"Dennis, what did you just say?" Mac asked cautiously and filled with confusion.

"I said leave Dee alone."

Dennis didn't really care all that much about Dee. Really, all her cared about was proving to you he did. He wanted to be on your side, always. To have your approval.

"Thank you, Dennis," you agreed. Dennis's heart swelled. 'God, what's wrong with me?' he thought. He had never felt this many emotions ever. Never mind for one person.

"That was weird, right? Earlier? When Dennis, like, stood up for Dee?" Charlie asked Mac.

"Oh yeah! For sure! I have no clue why he did that. I mean, just yesterday me, you, Frank, and Dennis were ragging on her for being a failed actress." Mac replied, causing laughter between the pair at the thought of this previous discussion.

"So... what changed?" Charlie puzzled.

"Everyone was there, except.. except for her." Mac hypothesised that when you were there, Dennis avoided talking poorly of Dee.

"But why? What does she change?"

Mac shrugged, "Maybe he's trying to D.E.N.N.I.S her."

"Huh. Doesn't really seem like his usual type." Charlie said.

Dennis was definitely not trying to D.E.N.N.I.S you. He made that distinctly clear in his mind. He wasn't following the steps at all, going out of his way to avoid flirtation with you, actually, to avoid raising suspicions. And the final step, 'separate entirely,' was most certainly one he didn’t want to follow. He wanted to spend forever and ever with you. Why? He didn't understand it himself. He was Dennis Reynolds, the Golden God! How come he was acting so pathetic?

You were starting to notice his weird behaviour. You had known Dennis for years. He was never this.. clingy? Not that you minded, really. You had always thought he was attractive, sure - charismatic too - but his general objectification of woman and lack of interest in a stable and long-term relationship certainly deterred you. Still, though, you couldn't help but feel your heart shatter every time he would talk about the girl he was planning to go out with next. You had grown tougher over the years of knowing him, accepting that he would never change, and he would never see you like that. This new attention from his was definitely appreciated, but strange.

This all came to head a couple of weeks into this behaviour. You and Dennis sat in the bar together on a slow Tuesday. You had been testing him slightly. You were saying things to provoke him - small things. Things that would usually lead to a disagreement or argument or him going on a long Dennis rant. But he didn't budge. He didn’t roar obscenities or call you an idiot or react negatively at all. He would just nod and smile. And then he would agree. You couldn't take it. Was it some cruel joke? To get your hopes up or make you look stupid? You didn't get the punchline.

"Alright, Dennis, what's with you lately."

Dennis freezes. He feared you had picked up on his feelings towards you. He feared this would be the end of it all, and he had ruined it, and you would leave and he would never see you again.

"What do you mean?" Dennis replied. He was lucky he was such a good liar. He played coy well. But you didn't back down.

"You've been acting weird. You just agree with everything I say, and you're hanging around me a lot and like you keep not making fun of Dee when I'm here. You're always looking at me too. Is it some sort of joke I don't get? Are you making fun of me? That's mean."

Dennis felt emotions, oh god. He located that he felt regret and frustration and guilt and guilt and guilt. 'Mean'. He wasn't trying to be mean. She thought it was some sort of joke, but no. This was how he really felt. He really wanted to spend all his time admiring you, he wanted to agree with you on everything, that's all he could think about for the past month. And for once in his life, Dennis was at sea for words.

"I... I didn't..." Dennis attempted. But he couldn't convey his words in a safe manner. In a manner that meant if you didn't feel the same way it would be okay and you could keep being friends.

"I think I'm in love with you." Dennis sighed.

"It was after that date. With that chick. What was her name? Candy? Karen? Doesn't matter." Dennis rambled. "It was then when I realised I never want to be with anyone else, if not you. I don't think anyone had ever understood me the way you have. And I just spiralled after then? I haven't stopped thinking about you." That would be a creepy comment if it wasn't something you had always wanted to hear from him.

It was your turn to be speechless. Instead of saying anything your eyes scanned his face for any indication of falsehood. Nothing. You saw and expression on Dennis's face that you had never seen before. One that could be equated to not knowing the answer. Clueless. Maybe afraid? You open your mouth to speak again but Dennis cuts you off and speaks first. Like he's trying to drown out a negative response. Like covering your ears to block out the sound of a gunshot; the damage would still be done.

Dennis looked at you, waiting for the gunshot.

"Dennis.. I feel the same way. Of course I do, oh my God." You finally say. Your voice is small and hoarse, like you have never used it before. Quickly, before anyone can say anything else, Dennis envelops you in a kiss. A kiss that isn't filled with lust, something Dennis isn't used to. His lips lean into yours in a desperate attempt to convey his gratefulness and love and devotion to you. You grip at his sides. You understand.

[ponyosmom35]

you know I love you right?

Charlie Kelly x reader

synopsis: Charlie isn’t sure his girlfriend knows how much she means to him, he has never been good with words until it all spills out at once. 

warnings: none

“you know I love you right?” he asks breaking the peaceful silence between them as she read her book and Charlie watched his tv show. 

“Of course I know that”

“But do you actually believe it?”

“Why are you asking me this?” she asks, her natural response being anger, in order to protect her heart.

“Do you genuinely know in your heart that I’m in love with you?” he asks emphasizing every word.

“Shut up of course I do” she says, moving towards the edge of the couch, resting her head on the side of it. “I’m tired can we drop it?” she deflects

“Do you have any idea how much I fucking adore you?” he asks, moving his body to the coffee table across from her. He places a hand on her thigh rubbing it comfortingly as he notices her energy shift.

“Charlie stop it-”

“No you need to listen to me right now. You are everything to me! All of my thoughts, everything I do - it all leads back to you. I fucking love you so much and I’m sorry I don’t say it enough I-I just struggle with words sometimes” he exclaims. She was trying to hide her trembling lips.

“I love every single part of you. I’ve had the privilege of getting to know what goes on inside that brain of yours. I know you, I know what you’re thinking. None of this is a pity, I love you” he says, tearing up. “It fucking kills me, that you don’t understand. You can’t see what I do”

“I’m sorry” she responds

“Don’t, you never have to apologize. It’s not your fault. You’ve been conditioned to think this way. Your brain is trying to protect you, but you don’t have anything to fear from me. I’ll never hurt you. I will spend the rest of my life trying to show you just how important you are”

“I don’t understand why you would want to do all of that just for me” she admits

“all I want in this short life is to love you. I want you to be happy and taken care of. Every part of you is loved, even the stuff you don’t like. Though I’ll never be able to understand it, I support you, and I’m here. I’m not going anywhere”

“thank you, Charlie you have no idea how much I appreciate you seriously” 

“don’t thank me” 

“where did all of that come from?” she asks in amusement 

“I don’t know I just had to urge to make sure you knew how much I love you, its like I just found the words I’d been searching for” he smiles 

[kolsmikaelson]

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~TOM RIDDLE~

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ᑎIGᕼT TIᗰE ᗩᗪᐯEᑎTᑌᖇEᔕ

~OLIVER WOOD~

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ᔕᑕOᖇE ᖴOᖇ GᖇYᖴᖴIᑎᗪOᖇ

~DRACO MALFOY~

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ᗰY ᗩᔕTᖇOᑎOᗰEᖇ

ᕼᗩᑭᑭY ᗷIᖇTᕼᗪᗩY!!

ᔕTᖇᗩᑎGEᖇ TᕼIᑎGᔕ

~STEVE HARRINGTON~

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ᑕOᑕK ᗷᒪOᑕKIᑎG

ᗪEᔕIGᑎᗩTEᗪ ᗪᖇIᐯEᖇ

ᵀʰᵉ ⱽᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ ᴰⁱᵃʳⁱᵉˢ

~KOL MIKAELSON~

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ᗰY ᗪᗩᖇᒪIᑎG ᗷᒪOOᗪ ᗷᗩG

ᖇOᑕKᔕTᗩᖇ

ᗰᗩᗰᗩ I'ᗰ Iᑎ ᒪOᐯE ᗯITᕼ ᗩ ᑕᖇIᗰIᑎᗩᒪ

ʙʙᴄ ꜱʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ

~JIM MORIARTY~

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EᐯEᑎTᖴᑌᒪ

ᗰIᑎE

~SHERLOCK HOLMES~

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E᙭ᑭEᖇIᗰEᑎT

ᑭᗩYᑕᕼEᑕK

𓆩Ҟīłłēɍꞩ𓆪

~WILL GRAHAM~

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ᔕᗩᖴE ᔕᑭᗩᑕE

~BRAHMS HEELSHIRE~

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ᖇEᗩᗪY Oᖇ ᑎOT

ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ

~BARRY ALLEN~

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ᖴᖇᗩᑌᗪᑌᒪEᑎT KIᔕᔕ

╰•★★ EDWARD NORTON★★•╯

~BRIAN FINN~

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ᑕᒪEᖇGY ᗰEᑎ ᗪO IT ᗷETTEᖇ

❤꧁ღ⊱♥ NICHE CHARACTERS I LOVE ♥⊱ღ꧂❤

~CRUISE (RSL)~

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ᑎEᗯᒪY ᗪIᔕᑕOᐯEᖇEᗪ ᗪEᔕIᖇEᔕ

~DENNIS REYNOLDS~

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OᖴᖴIᑕEᖇ ᖇEYᑎOᒪᗪᔕ

~MIKE ROSS~

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ᕼIGᕼ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ

~𝚂𝚌-𝚏𝚒~

~DOCTOR WHO~

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I ᒪIKE ᒪIKE YOᑌ

~RICK SANCHEZ~

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ᑎIGᕼT, ᗷᗩᗷY

ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯ ᗰE