#iasip fanfiction

[star-girl-05]

Officer Reynolds

Dennis Reynolds x Reader

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“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”

[malewifemanhunter]

valentine’s day zine

yeah, yeah, i know we just got done with the halloween zine, but the valentine's day zine is something that’s been on my mind for just as long soooooo… we’re doing it!!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗 

what's a zine?

a digital or physical magazine of sorts.. as a reference for what a zine is like, this is what we did this halloween:

Sunnyween Fan-Zine | PDF to Flipbook

what’s the valentine's day zine about exactly? 

anything romantic, wholesome and cute basically. it’s gonna be mainly about sunny ships, but it doesn't have to be. also, any and all sunny ships are allowed. if you like some of the more mainstream ships (like macdennis or charmac), some more obscure ones (like lawyer x charlie), or even if you wanna pair the characters with an oc. basically, anything goes :)) 

(hopefully i don't need to mention but obviously, ships about like incest or pedo stuff are not allowed. please none of that. and keep everything consensual)

what kind of art is accepted? 

the art has to be sunny-centric, and you can contribute with drawings, writing, crafts, games, playlists, anything you want really. 

what's the rating? 

this will be a pg13 zine, and if you have any questions about it please dm me or any of the other organizers and we can clear that up for youse.

what now? 

ok, so this post is to see who would be interested in participating, or in reading, even potentially buying it (still have to figure that one out)

if you want to join, as an artist, or as an organizer, or if you have any questions about the zine, please comment here, or dm me or @cowboycharmac, and we’ll send you an invitation to our discord server 💗💗i am super excited for this, there are so many insanely talented people in the fandom that i'm so excited to work with again or for the first time!! 

making the halloween zine was an absolute blast, and i hope it’s gonna be even better this time around <33333

[aanalytic]

i should live in salt is out!!!! this one's been in my head and on my heart for a couple months so it's really exciting to finally drop it <33

[obsidiancreates]

The Gang Solves A Murder (Part 1, Cold Open)

“Well, no, see–”

“Yeah, yeah I see it Dee, and it looks like a restraining order.”

“Right but it's- it’s a fraudulent one. I’m not a stalker, I mean, I’m not like Charlie.”

“Well, clearly the court disagrees.” Dennis takes a drink of beer and shrugs.

“Well, the court is wrong! And I’m going to fight this, dammit!”

“Okay, uh, how?” Mac looks up from wiping the bar. “We know one lawyer and he keeps screwing us over.”

“I’ve got lawyers.” Frank tosses a piece of fat from a sandwich behind him.

“Oh, great, so you can help me fight this?” Dee holds up the order.

“Don’t feel like it. Just wanted to brag.”

“Gosh damn you, Frank.”

“Whoa, whoa.” Dennis puts his beer down and holds up his hands. “Gosh, damn him?”

“Did I say gosh? I didn’t say gosh.”

“You absolutely did!”

Mac raises his hand, as does Frank. “We heard it too.”

“Well, whatever, the-the point is I need a lawyer who actually talks to us still.” Dee slaps the order down on the bar counter.

“Oh! Hey, we do know another lawyer!” Mac points at Dee. “Charlie’s uncle!”

“Yeahhh but he’s kind of a creep.”

“Oh, major creep.”

“He’s a pervert.” Dennis takes another sip.

“Yeah, and if Dennis thinks he’s a pervert that shows he’s real bad.”

“Wh- what does that mean?”

“You know what it means,” Frank says through a mouthful of hoagie. “But I ain’t payin’ for any lawyers.”

“Well, shit, I don’t have a choice, do I?” Dee reaches across the bar and grabs a beer of her own. “Where the hell is Charlie, I need to get this lifted as soon as possible–”

The door swings open, as determined to cut Dee off as everyone else in the bar is. Charlie stands in the doorway. His spiked and chained baseball bat hangs over his shoulder.

It’s caked with blood.

“Hey, Charlie!” Dee’s faux-smile doesn’t fall when she notices the bat, but it does tighten. “Oh, boy. You um, your jacket is all–”

“Oh, yeah.” Charlie chuckles a little as he walks in. “Yeah, I didn’t have time to clean up today.”

“Doing some home extermination? About time,” Dennis scoffs, taking another drink.

“Yeah, yeah, in a sense.” Charlie brings the bat in front of his face and looks at it.

Frank makes a face. “What? You weren’t home last night.”

“Mom’s out of town, wanted me to go deal with some rats in her basement.” Charlie rolls his eyes. “Like, first I’m doing Charlie Work here, and then at my mom’s house?! It’s too much, dude, I’m not doing any more Charlie Work today!”

“Actually, Charlie, you can do a different kind of Charlie Work today,” Dee says, trying very hard to keep up the niceties. “So your uh, Uncle Jack–”

“Saw him last night.” Charlie pops a peanut, still holding onto the absolutely bloodied basher. Dee gags.

“Y-yeah, so um.” She swallows thickly. “See, I have this little issue I could use his help on and–”

“Ah, sorry Dee, he can’t help you with anything.” Charlie begins walking to the back office, swinging the basher in his hand lazily (but not unskillfully).

“Aw, come on, Charlie!” The facade is dropped in an instant, all fake sweetness falling away. “Why the hell not?!”

Charlie turns around to face them. “Oh, uh, ‘cause he died last night.”

Silence fills the bar. The gang all stare at Charlie, his blood-stained jacket, and the basher.

Charlie just turns, walks into the back office, and closes the door.

The silence stretches out a few moments longer. Mac, Dee, Dennis, and Frank all turns slowly to meet each other’s eyes.

Mac is the one to voice is aloud.

“Did Charlie just kill his uncle?”

[phillyphillyphilly]

You’re Gonna Love It Here

Words: 57k and counting

Rating: 🔞 for sex & alcohol abuse; mind the age difference if that makes you feel weird

Summary: Dennis Reynolds shows up at Paddy's one night to sabotage Frank's investment in the bar. Too bad for him; Mac has twenty-some years on the little shit and knows well enough that life doesn't always go your way.

👉Chapter 7👈

“Why do you think she’s here?”

Dee’s expression turns thoughtful, then suspicious. “I mean… she really likes cats.”

“It’s a popular musical,” Mac nods, feeling a little relieved.

“No she loves cats—like the animal. Girl is crazy,” Dee insists, eyes bugging out, making her false lashes look like they’re going to crawl off her face. “If human-to-cat surgery existed, she’d go full cat.”

[charley-bar-gang]

[whalesharkgummer]

chapter 4 up now! upenn time ;)

[gr4yk]

Remastered and reformatted an old Charden fic of mine!

At the revelation that life might just be too short to put off certain ordeals, backed by snippets of his time on the cruise, Dennis comes to terms with some feelings. OR The memories of five different instances on the cruise prompt Dennis to make the boldest decision of all.

Make a request!

[vicvinegarandhughhoney]

What do you get when you combine a sick Dennis and one of Frank's 'solutions'?

Sicktember Day 27, that's what.

[aanalytic]

wanted to talk a little more about my latest fic, just to stop the feeling (go read it here!!! sunny zine / extended version)

- the background i used for the zine was scanned from my own journal (which does NOT have a page where i admit to being gay, because that knowledge predates this journal by a couple years)

- regretfully, the scene outside the nightclub was not pulled from personal experience, but i have had moments like that of radical drunk self-awareness

- the term “butterflies in your stomach” didn’t feel strong enough for me! i wanted to lean into how much energy comes with it, how charged it feels, and it was SO FUN coming up with different ways to describe that warm sparkly feeling

- the sunset turning pink on their first date came from something i heard a lot growing up — “pink in the morning, sailors take warning; pink at night, sailors delight”. typically, pink skies at sunrise indicates storms ahead, but at sunset, it means good weather is coming. i also try to keep an eye out for pink sunsets as a good-luck charm :,)

- the line about dee feeling like she would keep this secret forever, and that it was going to kill her, was so incredibly real and important for me to include. maybe more vital, though, was mentioning that she was grateful to have been wrong about it — i definitely was <3

- i took a lot of big big risks for this one! writing fiction is deeply foreign to me and i’m still trying to learn what my voice sounds like. i tried to lean into more figurative language and repetition/motifs, which i was SO nervous about. also tried to keep my prose a little looser and more natural as well :,)

- i almost wrote something different. this idea felt too heavy-handed for a fun summer zine, and i didn’t know how the hell i was going to pull it off, but man, i’m glad i fought for this thing

p.s., thank you for being so sweet to me about this :,)) it always knocks me on my ass how kind and supportive and wonderful y’all are <3

with love (and light and heat and sound), cal <3

[mikhardwheat]

Even after so many years of reading fanfiction, it still amazes me how if you're dissatisfied with the amount (or type) of interactions between the characters, you can always just go and search them up on ao3 to get more and for free.

[blvvdk3ep]

why would I want my favorite characters to get therapy when they are infinitely more entertaining as psychosexual messes

[charley-bar-gang]

[heartthrobin]

cowboy kisses

charlie kelly x fem!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: cowboy charlie (s7e1), soft touch-starved charlie, (fake) blood, mention of vomiting, no use of y/n, mac is a jealous baby, fluff, lotsa kissin'

an: i know this is a very niche part of the market but i needed to get it out my system. it's a personal head cannon of mine that Charlie is ace but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve some kissy kissy and my need to love on him is literally making me a non-functional member of society: so enjoy! remember to reblog and comment to support your favourite writers :3

summary: Charlie makes a handsome cowboy, covered in fake blood or not.

the knock rumbling against your door is almost certainly loud enough to wake up the whole floor of your apartment building. you flinch back against your couch at the sound, flicking off the television that’s been only half entertaining you for the last hour.

“babe! babe!”

even without his calls, you know it’s him. Charlie was the only person who could arrive so unprecedented at your apartment at nearly nine o’ clock at night and not expect a right hook to the jaw as soon as you swing the door open.

you’re halfway to a whisper-yelled “Charlie, keep it down!”, tugging the door open, when you take in the state of your boyfriend.

he’s lively, bouncing on the balls of his feet: hands fidgeting around the orbit of his head. “you won’t believe what happened.”

beyond that, his umber locks are hiding under the reach of a caramel cowboy hat. his chest tucked into a denim vest with a bowler tie flat against it.

most jarring of all is how his whole cowboy get-up and the better half of his face is covered in … is that blood?

“—so then Frank got on one knee and when he proposed, Roxy literally had a heart attack and—“

your boyfriend is still standing out between the hallway and the doorframe, halfway through another outrageous tale that the neighbors are no doubt privy to.

“baby …” your chest tightens and twists in concern. you reach for his face, the blood is caked in his beard but dry to the touch. “you’re covered in blood?”

he quietens at your touch. he usually does. whole body stutters like he’s never been met with a soft hold a day his whole life.

“oh— this? don’t worry, i ate some of these tablet things so i could go on this date with this lady from the internet—“

you’re guiding him gently by the wrist into your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“you went on a date with a lady from the internet?”

he fumbles, fingers drifting to brush against your palm. “well, not for me. obviously not, i have you—“

nudging him through the apartment to lean against your kitchen sink, which he does without resistance, you laugh lightly. “well, don’t let me hold you back, Charlie.“

his forehead tightens in confusion. you love the look of it on your sweet, sweet boyfriend. the water is cool where you run a rag under it’s stream.

“you know what they say, don’t let your current girlfriend stop you from finding your future wife.” your voice curls at the edge, teasing him, and you’re horrible because you know Charlie is no good on picking up on stuff like that.

he shakes his head, hands nervously scrunching at his sides. your own rise to his head, gently bumping the cowboy hat so that it sits further up his crown and you can start working the wet cloth over the crimson marks on his creased forehead.

“why would— you’re my future wife. aren’t you?” it’s phrased like a fact more than a proposal. a clarification.

Charlie is sometimes the most romantic person on the planet, by no fault of his own. he says things like that with such honesty and quiet conviction that it curls a warm feeling between your organs: like maybe he was the other half every person sets out to find between the throes of fighting general existence. at least yours.

you smile at him. that i’m so fucking sickeningly in love with this doofus kind of smile that seems to set him a little more at ease. his fingers are tentative when they reach for your hips.

“i was just teasing, babe. i’m sorry.”

you’re gentle where you’re dragging the cloth over his skin, working from the top of his face to clean it of blood.

“oh.” he settles. “well anyways, so Roxy has this heart attack: Frank is still on one knee, Mac tries to call 911–!”

Charlie rambles and you listen. at least as well as you can with his less than comprehensible story-telling abilities and his talent for being involved in mostly unbelievable happenings.

the rag has made it’s way to his beard, you’re still trying to work softly: hand under his jaw while the fabric works between strands of wired hair, thumb pressing a bump into the hollow of his cheek.

“so after that we hung up. and i came straight here, cause i wanted to tell you.” he sighs, body slumping with the catharsis of imparting his tale upon you. “Mac said i’m a pussy because i’m always leaving them to come here. but i missed you, and i think he’s kinda jealous cause i have a girlfriend and he doesn’t.”

your hand stills, curling under his chin so your knuckle is steering his face up to yours. “Mac can go suck a dick. and i missed you too, Char.”

he’s the one who presses up for a kiss, eyes still wide and desperate as the day you met. you indulge him happily, squishing your nose against his when your lips meet sloppily and your hands wrap around his neck: pushing him further against the edge of the sink.

Charlie hums and it’s your favourite sound. his hands are lost, but excited where they’re chasing up your back and over your face.

your boyfriend tastes bitter and metallic, like the blood capsules he threw up, but also sweet like the melting packet of caramels he keeps in his jean pocket.

you pull back, brushing your nose against his. his face chases yours: eyes still closed.

“you look so handsome in this little get-up, baby.” sighing, hand twisting into his, you say. “you make a good cowboy.”

he perks up at that, “you should hear my accent! what i said to that lady, so, when she opened the door i said—“

there’s a grumble, like he’s clearing his throat, “—tarnation, you look pretty as a peach. yes you do!”

the accent is crumbly but charming in a way that only your Charlie can make it. he nods, grinning and proud, and you throw your head back to laugh.

you pat fondly over his shoulders, “you’re sure talking a lot about this lady you took on a date while i was sitting home missing you like crazy. was she pretty?”

he guffaws, huffs like you’ve asked him about the weather. “nah. i mean … like, not pretty like you.”

there’s a moment of quiet. he waits to see if he’s said the right thing.

“hmm.” you run a gentle thumb down the side of his face. “you know i don’t like to share.”

you press your chest against his and his breath buckles. his skin is sticky with sweat when you push a kiss into his neck.

“you’re kinda making me all jealous with your story.”

Charlie shakes his head. “you-you shouldn’t be.”

releasing his neck with a pop, briefly grinning at the hickey you’ve painted there, you bump your nose lovingly against his.

“i know.” he’s red with a blush now. “wanna put on a movie and not watch it while we make out on the couch?”

he beams. “hell yeah.”

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[nighttiming]

i understand the dangers of reducing horrible characters into lana del rey coquette shells of themselves but please consider that it’s really funny to coquettify dennis

[teagballs]

hello angel! I was wondering if you could write a Dennis Reynolds x fem!reader one shot where basically, reader is apart of the gang and has been for a while. Surprisingly, one time when Dennis was really angry, she calmed him down. Everyone was shocked the first, but slowly overtime got used to it. Dennis always ignored the warm feeling in his chest when she calmed him, but when he went on a date and got really mad and the girl tried to calm him down, he got even more angry than realised he liked reader??

sorry if it’s confusing 😭🫶

calmed | dennis reynolds x reader

read part 2 here!!

authors note: HEYOOO still alive. thank u sm for this prompt anon! tbh it was a bit of a challenge and i struggled 😭 i always struggle to write for dennis. i hope i did this idea justice cuz i love it. also this is my first iasip fic im publishing yayayay please send more requests for it im sooo deep into it rn. ive got a dee fic in the works rn.

cw: average dennis insanity ofc, swearing, mentions of D.E.N.N.I.S ing girls so yk, mentions of sex.

fic under the cut!

You can recall the first time you ever saw Dennis freak out.

"Idiots! Fucking idiots all of them!" Dennis ranted in his usual methodic tone. The gang wasn't phased, this sort of Dennis rant was something they'd become accustomed to. For you - the latest addition the gang - you had never witnessed one of Dennis' outbursts. It was probably that empathic nature or yours that made you want to act, to console him. And you did. Despite the gang's protests, once they noticed you about to leap into action. They knew it was better to just let Dennis ride out the anger and come down again. But you reached out and touched his arm. The gang collectively held their breath, expecting Dennis to bark out some obscenities in response, but it never came. The feeling of your hand on him made him turn to face you, to look at you.

"Dennis, it's okay, we'll fix this, I promise."

And he calmed. And took a deep breath.

"You know what? You're right. I can fix this." Dennis exhaled. Everyone was shocked,

"What the fuck just happened." Mac said blankly. In the whole time they had known him, Dennis had never been able to be pacified from one of these insane outbursts.

But then it became frequent, because Dennis's raging was frequent. Every time he would begin ranting and raving, you were able to calm him down. It was a voice of serene amidst the chaos. It went on for years like this, as you became part of the gang.

You were usually there hanging out with the gang when things would go wrong, and you'd be able to solve it and calm him down. But today, that wasn't the case. Today, Dennis was on a date.

Dennis was in the process of getting this woman to sleep with him, his stock procedure. But the date had been falling apart. It first started with his suit getting ruined. After dressing himself up in a nice blazer and shirt outfit, it was massacred by spaghetti after Mac spilt it on top of Dennis. Mac was haphazardly carrying it through their shared kitchen and failed to notice him.

"Christ Mac, what the hell are you doing!"

But that was okay. He could manage. He would just have to change. And although this did delay him, he could still D.E.N.N.I.S this girl. He could just say he was late because he was helping some old lady cross the street or looking after a stray kitten.

After successfully making it out of the door, he began to drive to the date. A cute restaurant not too far from his apartment, a picturesque rendezvous. But this was stalled even further by the lack of parking spaces available. Dennis groaned at threw his head back against the car headrest. After circling the block for what felt like the 100th time, Dennis decided to just park further away and book it to the restaurant. He settled for a tucked away corner of the city. Sure, it was far, but hey, at least it was a space.

Finally, after running to the entrance of the restaurant, he saw his date waiting, arms folded.

"Dennis! There you are! What took you so long?Are you.. okay? You look at a little out of sorts." Cadence spoke.

"Sorry. Sorry. Some old hags cat was- was trying to cross the road. I had to run from the other side of town." Dennis panted. He didn't expect the journey to have made him so debilitated. 'Not a perfect excuse, either. I might have messed up the wording..' he thought.

Dennis and his date, Cadence finally entered the restaurant. Dennis regained most of his breath and approached the host.

"Reynolds, table for two." He told the host.

The host scanned their notebook with a pen and searching eyes.

"Sorry, sir, I don't see anything for Reynolds here. Are you sure you booked for this restaurant?" The host replied. They lacked any kind of care for the situation, replying in a detached tone. Most likely years of working customer service had drained them.

"Am I sure I booked for- do you think I'm some kind of bumbling buffoon? Of course I fucking did!" Dennis snarled. Seemingly the frustrations from the evening were overflowing and spilling out.

"What do you take me for some kind of idiot!?" Dennis continued to bawl.

At this point, his date was getting embarrassed of his uncontrolled emotions. Cadence leaned in and touched his forearm. And maybe if it wasn't Dennis Reynolds she had performed this action on, it could have worked and soothed him.

"Dennis its okay, we can go eat somewhere else if you want?"

Immediately Dennis shook her grip off him.

"If I want? Why would I want to eat somewhere else when I made a fucking reservation here. What I want is to eat here!" He snapped, tapping his finger on the hosts notebook.

"Dennis, it's okay. We will do whatever you want." Cadence tried again.

"What I want? What I want is... well, what would you know about fixing shit! You're just..! Well, you're not.. not." Oh. And that's when it hit him.

What Dennis wanted now was not a reservation at this pseudo-rich restaurant. And he knew he certainly didn't want Cadence to try and comfort him. Her words didn't seem to hold any mindfulness or meaning... but yours did. She wasn't you. What he wanted was you. That's all he ever wanted. Everything else he had been doing for was a pathetic search to fill the void. The women he was trying to do, D.E.N.N.I.S, the dates he'd go on, the sex he would have, it all meant nothing.

All he wanted was you. A pure undivided love and something he had never felt before. Dennis had an unprofound realisation that he liked someone. Something most come to grips with in adolescents. But for him, that realisation was something he had never had. It made his heart ache and burn. He needed to act. He needed to call you and spill his heart out. Because no one was like you, and that's all he could think about as he turned on his heel and left the restaurant.