#dennis rafkin x ghost!reader

[writingsfrombeyondthegrave]

The Tears of The Damned

Dennis Rafkin x Fem!Ghost!Reader

Warnings- Reader committed S*icide, ghosts, kidnapping souls, detailed descriptions of death(nothing too graphic), panic attacks, angst, cursing, non-canon reader insert (obviously), no happy ending (will be a happy/bittersweet ending if I do a part 2), blood

A/N- I never post the authors note before the fic but please PLEASE seek help if you're depressed. You are loved and worthy of living <3. I want to see you strive.

The Crickets were the loudest thing heard on the empty street. Dennis sat in a parked car, overlooking his next job location. He hated this more than anything, scoping out the area to report back to his boss. The dense forest obscured the view of the bridge beyond.

The tortured souls he helped capture for money weighed heavily on his conscience. It was wrong, but living on the street with constant migraines caused by spirits outweighed his guilt.

The bridge stood still, the wind seemingly avoiding the area at all costs tonight. It was deathly silent, and even the wildlife seemed to be absent.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about the bridge, except for the tragic event that happened in 1944. A young woman plummeted to her death, and there were stories about her crying at the dead of night. The town of Warrington stood domestically, without issues except for this one blemish on its otherwise clean slate.

His stomach twisted, and he swore that he could hear something in the water below. Splashing, wailing, crying out in pain. Opening the car door to check it out for himself, he slowly made his way out. The instant his shoe hit the cobblestone path, it went silent again. Maybe it was just his imagination.

The hairs standing on end at the back of his neck were definitely not imagined, though. His body reacted as if being hunted by an unseen force. The atmosphere shifted around him, whether it was a warning to leave or hesitance to the new soul trespassing in the area, he didn’t know.

Locals in the town warned him on his way up the mountain.

“I swear I feel the urge to jump off that damned bridge every time I hike there”

“She was so helpless, poor dear.”

“The kids in town think she might’ve been pregnant. Maybe the father killed her”

The townspeople’s words echoed inside his head like alarms bells. Rumors, that’s all they really were. He didn’t need to know anything about the ghost, just that she was here. The less he knows the better.

After a few deep breaths, he gained the courage to move towards the bridge. The old wooden boards creaked beneath his weight. The beams overhead swung dangerously as if threatening to cause him harm.

His movements were slow and precise, trying not to set off the balance of everything around him. With his hands firmly secured in his pockets, he moved over to the railing and peaked over the edge.

The water below was eerily still, not a disturbance in sight. Confusion racked him as he stared aimlessly, trying to find anything that could have made those noises. While leaning over the railing, his hand graced the wooden post.

Racked with a searing pain, Dennis threw his head back towards the night sky as visions plagued him. They moved by fast, fractured, and barely any valuable information came to him.

There was screaming, crying, and anxiety squeezed his heart in a death grip as his heart threatened to break through his fragile rib cage. The visions made no sense at first, but he felt his body move on its own.

He was sprinting, determination rushing through him as he ran towards the railing. He jumped off and suddenly he jolted back into the position he was in prior. He hadn’t moved at all, instead firmly planted at the railing, looking over the edge.

The vision showed him the perspective of the ghost. The anxiety, the fear, the anger, it must’ve been what she felt before she jumped.

In his peripheral vision, a flash of a blue gown glittered up from within the water. But when he turned to track it, it was gone.

A few moments passed as he tried to regain his composure. Before he wanted no part in knowing what happened here, but now he was more than invested.

After going back and forth with his thoughts, he finally decided to speak. “Show me” Dennis whispered under his breath, closing his eyes. His head hung low as he kept his breathing as steady as possible.

A chilled hand caressed his cheek with the lightest touch but it was enough to send him back into another vision. The young woman stood in front of him a few feet further down the bridge, taking a few steps back as if to gain momentum. She hesitated, gripping the edge of her powder blue nightgown tightly between her fists.

Dennis looked closer at her face and saw fresh tears cascading down her soft cheeks. Her body racked with sobs as she contemplated her fate. She was shaking, and for a moment he even felt the urge to reach out and comfort the spirit. But this wasn’t happening now, he knew he wasn’t there when it happened, so he remained frozen in place, not interfering.

Her head turned to look down the path. Her blurry gaze looked right through him, and for once he felt what the spirits might feel every day. Why did he want to be seen by her?

Seemingly making up her mind, she threw down the edges of her gown once more and sprinted towards the railing, leaping off and into the water.

He expected to hear the water first, but instead heard a sickening crack. Hesitantly he made his way to the railing, daring to look at what had become of her.

Her spine cracked in the middle of her back, draping her body in an uncomfortable position on the jagged rocks she collided with. Half of her body was submerged in the unforgiving waves, eventually sweeping her fully into its depths.

He came to and panted. His skin slicked with a cold sweat as he looked in every direction. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as he frantically patted his right pocket for his prescribed medicine. It fell to the ground with a light clink, the pills spilled out of the container, rolling between the cracks of the floorboards and into the water below.

It was tragic having the only comfort in his life washed away from his grasp. Especially in the midst of a raging panic attack brewing deep within him. His heart once more pounded against his rib cage and he clutched his shirt in his fist, dropping to his knees.

A figure approached from his left, but went unnoticed through his tears. Turning his eyes to look at the ground beside him, a single pill remained unmoving on the ground. He could’ve sworn they had all been wasted and gone.

“Why?” A breathless whisper from his cracked lips. Not speaking to anyone in particular as he picked up the pill and placed it in his shaky palm.

The wind hushed him comfortingly as it went past, the first calm feeling of the night washing over him as he looked up to see he was once more alone on the bridge.

The team arrived on scene in heaps. The night before was quiet, and at one point Dennis would've even called it slightly peaceful, despite the events. This, however, was chaos.

Trucks drove without regard onto the previously barren path and men piled out of them with determination. Shouting of directions was heard as Cyrus Kriticos waved his hand in the direction of the bridge. An authoritative aura surrounded him.

"I want men at the bottom of the river and up on the bridge. We leave no room for the ghost to escape, do you understand me? I won't accept any mistakes!"

Dennis arrived a moment after, looking around the area cautiously. "What's with the extra help? I told you this would be an easy catch"

Cyrus turned to him with a raised brow, completely disregarding his words. "I told you to be here on time. You may be valuable to me but that doesn't mean you get an exception in tardiness."

He let out an awkward laugh, clearly intimidated by the man Infront of him. "I needed a refill on my meds, you see I-"

Cyrus groaned and turned around. "I never asked to hear about your issues. Just do your job and keep those mind-altering drugs of yours out of it, I need you ready for this, understand?"

All he could muster in reply was a nod of his head, not willing to overstep and lose this job. Once a safe few feet away from the working men and his boss, he took a deep breath before putting on the clear glasses. The only way he could see the spirits clearly. All of the other workers already wore them, along with Cyrus himself. Closing his eyes, he felt out your energy by placing his palm firmly against the wood of the old bridge.

In return he felt...nothing. It was so quiet in fact that he feared you might've moved on overnight. But then he heard it in the distance, the quiet sobbing coming from below the bridge. Making his way down the narrow rocky path to underneath the bridge he spotted you.

Flashes of your figure beamed in and out of his sight. Your hunched over frame sat underneath the bridge in the dark corner. Your nightgown stuck to you, dripping against the dirt as your hair hung wetly Infront of your eyes in strands. He supposed this was the only spot to hide from the prying eyes of everyone here.

Somehow despite this, he found himself in awe of you. Your beauty transcended, even past death. For a split second he regretted taking this job in the first place. He let out a deep sigh, alerting you of his presence.

Your eyes widened in fear, beginning to stand up to leave quickly. Only then did he realize the obscure curvature of your spine. It twisted backwards, which made sense considering how you landed on the rocks. Even still, he thought nothing of it as he searched for your face. His hands raised in defense to show he meant no harm.

Your torso swayed unnaturally as you moved to cover yourself, hands clutching your hips as you backed further into the darkness. "Traitor"

The words echoed in his mind like a scratched tape recording. It was breathy and barely audible but luckily, he heard it.

"Traitor? No, I'm just doing my job" He tried to defend himself, waving his hand up towards where the men gathered on the bridge.

"Sellout" you spit out with the same scratchy tone as before. Your words, though hurtful to him, made him much less anxious than he had been on the previous jobs he works with Cyrus. This seemed different. No other spirits ever bothered to communicate with him. Hell, most of them tried to kill him.

You weren't violent like the others, and he found himself contemplating his next move. Again, the guilt crept into his heart, tightening around it like a vise. The banging of the men working overhead seemed to startle you as you took a step further back. For a moment he feared you'd flee completely or vanish.

"Wait! let me help you, alright? Spirits are sometimes connected to objects. If I can find yours, I can get you out of here." Dennis managed a smile, slowly lowering his hands back to his sides.

A long moment of silence passed between you both. You analyzed his every move to find any ounce of a lie behind his gaze. Seemingly finding none, you slowly moved over to the side, arms wrapped tightly around your broken midsection. A gentle tilt of your head led his gaze to a thorny rose bush.

Twisted deep in the stems was a small gleam from the reflected moonlight. Easily missed if one didn't know where to look. He got closer and surprisingly you didn't move far from where you stood. Your eyes tracked him like a hawk as he moved to kneel by the bush.

The pants bunched at his knees quickly absorbed the mud from the wet earth beneath him. Reaching into the bush, he flinched as the thorns cut into his flesh. Still, he prevailed in his mission and got the object out from its confines. Opening his bloody palm to inspect it finally, he discovered that it was a small golden heart locket. It seemed rusted at the hinges through years of neglect and constant flowing water from the stream.

Dennis looked up from the locket and his eyes crinkled with confusion as he looked around and realized that you had once more, vanished from sight.

After coming back up to the top of the bridge, he stood alongside Cyrus with his arms crossed. He hated the amount of guilt that had gained exponentially by that point. It hurt him to go along with this still.

The large glass enclosure being lowered by the crane hit the ground with a loud thud, dusting the entire area around it in a thick cloud.

Like clockwork the Latin words spoke through the speaker from the truck. It tore you from your hiding place, and you were pulled violently towards the noise. Fear instantly came back, and fresh tears gathered in your eyes.

An ear-splitting scream erupted from your lips as your legs moved on their own towards the containment unit. Your nails clawed at your dress, trying to gain composure over yourself once more. Your ghostly form enslaved to the cryptic language being spoken into the air.

The workers covered their ears, their eyes squinted in pain as many of them tried to get as far away from the noise as possible.

Your eyes landed on Dennis, and he actually shivered at the hateful gaze you sent his way. Your screams continued to echo as you were forced into the glass box by the workers who chanted loudly to capture you between their stances. The room you had to move slowly grew lesser and lesser as you walked backwards. You tried swatting at one of the men, actually managing to tear through his shirt. Your fighting stopped momentarily as your back hit the inside of the cage.

Turning frantically around to look at what you hit, the doors suddenly closed, locking you inside firmly.

"NO!" You yelled, banging your fists over and over against the glass. "I TRUSTED YOU!"

Dennis felt tears begin to form as he watched your form. Your aggression slowly turned to sobs as you dropped to your knees, clutching your gown. "I trusted you" You whispered, far breathier and more exhausted than he had ever heard in his life. Finally looking down at the glass floor beneath you, you cried softly.

"I guess we won't be needing this after all" Cyrus lifted an old worn letter between his fingers.

"What is that exactly?"

"I was going to use it as a trigger object to lure her out. Took it from that abandoned house over on Old Mill rd. Can you believe they sent a letter to inform her of her husband's death in the war?" He had the audacity to laugh as if the story was an old joke between friends. "Didn't have the decency to do it in person, I guess. How pathetic he must've been"

Your eyes darkened at that comment, a moment of anger settling deep between your bones. How could someone be so heartless?

A/N- Now I know damn well this won't see the light of day for many people but that doesn't lessen my love for this movie at all. It has a special place in my heart. Again, please do not take the warnings at the beginning lightly. I know that S*icide is a serious trigger and I don't want to offend anyone in any way. I care about each and every single one of you very deeply.

If by some way this does get a bit of attention, I am very willing to do a part 2 where the reader is brought back to the mansion.

Also, yes, I am working on the other Fics, this one just plagued my dreams in the dead of night, and I had to write it

Taglist- @zeroisreallygood @mirage018

Credit:

Black drip Divider - @saradika

Green forest divider- @firefly-graphics

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Any general Yandere!Dennis Rafkin headcanons? Like general relationship headcanons?

A/N: love that you specified you wanted some general yandere relationship hc's!!

DENNIS RAFKIN / IDOLIZER, CLINGY, PROTECTIVE

Depending on the environment you meet him in you'll either walk away from that first meeting thinking he's certifiable, or thinking he's a little high-strung, but sweet.

If you meet him in day to day life, such as at the grocery store or while picking up food, you'll think he's a little odd, but cute.

If you meet him because you both work for Cyrus you will think he is insane. There is no in-between.

Either way, you find him charming enough to interact with him on a continual basis. Why you choose to do so might vary. Do you pity him a little? Sense the loneliness that he hides beneath his snark? Do you just want to figure out what his damage is? Up to you. But you keep coming back for more.

Starting a relationship with him will be slow going. Hell, becoming his friend was like pulling teeth out the mouth of a tiger.

But there really isn't a person more worthy of waiting around for. While he may have done some things he's not proud of, Dennis is incredibly loyal. Saying he keeps his social circle small is an understatement. His social circle is actually almost nonexistent. 

Once you have a place in his life, even one of friendship, he’d be willing to die for you. 

He knows he’s strange. He knows that he might throw people off with his seemingly random mood swings, or outbursts. He knows the way he shivers at random, or goes blank faced in certain rooms can be scary. He’s grateful you stick around anyways.

He becomes a yandere as slowly as he lets you take up room in his life.  

Every step forward you make in the relationship makes him a little more obsessed with you. 

He does put you on a pedestal. Why shouldn’t he? You’re the best thing in his life. Where other people have abandoned him because of his gifts, or thought he was a freak, or nothing but a tool to use, you just see him. Dennis. Who could let that go after a lifetime of looking for it?

You’ll be dating for a few months before he starts integrating touch into the relationship. Like everything else, it’s slow going. He takes an extra dose of his medication to try and prevent himself from having a seizure. 

If you’ve had a particularly traumatic life/experiences, Dennis asks how sure you are of touching him. Because he’ll see it all. Even the most honest person lies to others or themselves, sometimes. It’s human nature. If you want to downplay something, or don’t want him to know it happened, Dennis won’t touch you. Not until you’re ready for him to know. 

When you do touch it’s small. A simple touch of the hands. Depending on the type of life you’ve lived he’ll either smile at you when he pulls away or he’ll cry. He didn’t think he was going to cry, but the tears start to fall before he’s even finished seeing the memories. 

He’s seen some truly awful things before, with his powers. But seeing you in any type of pain is different. It’s you. You can’t hug yet, but he holds your hand, and maybe you cry together. 

The more he touches you the less likely he is to have a seizure. It’s like exposure therapy. He’s never liked another person enough to bother trying to desensitize himself. No one’s stuck around long enough to even try. 

He’ll still get flashes of your life at random. Your first day of school when you kiss his cheek. The first time you went to a funeral when you hug him. The first time you got your heart broken, when you link your arm through his. Your first time eating your favorite food, when you sit in his lap. 

It warms him to be able to know you in a way no one else could ever know you. 

Once you start to touch he craves it. He’s gone a lifetime without being able to share the casual intimacy everyone else takes for granted. He likes to come up behind you and just hold you against himself, rocking you gently side to side. 

Dennis is always gentle with you. He’s seen too much violence to ever touch you unkindly. His kisses are gentle. The way he holds you is gentle. In a world of pain he wants to be good to you. He wants you to be good to each other.

A/N: if you enjoyed this piece consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or a sweet anon! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

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So if you're still up for some Matthew Lillard requests I think I have one :)) (Ps, I literally love your writing! It's awesome!)

Could you possibly do Dennis Rafkin x a trans masc reader who is insecure about their body due to dysphoria?

A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long to write this! I'm so happy to know that you enjoy my writing, hun🥺 I hope you like this and I apologize if I wasn't very specific about your request, but I tried my best! Ty for requesting 🤗

Pairing: Dennis Rafkin x GN!Reader

You and Dennis have a very close and intimate relationship in every aspect, in which you both understand each other like genuine soulmates. By just a simple glance, you already knew what was going on in each other's minds and what you were feeling inside your big, delicate hearts

Dennis himself has a lot of insecurities, so he completely understands and supports you whenever you feel down because of your appearance insecurities as well

Over time, you realize he's actually a very clingy and attentive boyfriend, always needing your approval, support and care, and he's more than willing to do the same for his lover

"Stop thinking and saying those bad things about yourself, Y/N! It's not true! You're the most amazing and beautiful/handsome human being I've ever laid my eyes upon and I'm so glad that you love me as much as I love you, sweetie." he would say to reassure you while gripping your forearms firmly

"You're so perfect in my eyes, honey... I know this sounds cliche, but I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, because you'd never feel that way about yourself anymore."

You usually cry when you see his tenderness towards you, how caring and affectionate he is with you in those fragile moments. Watching your tears fall from your eyes makes him cry too, as you're both so vulnerable and open with your feelings towards each other

"You helped me see something worthy in myself and it's only my job as your boyfriend to do the same for my sweetheart. I never liked anything about myself before I met you, and I'm so grateful for that... so I won't give up until you see your true worth and your beauty... I promise you, Y/N." he confessed between soft sobs, his lips trembling from how emotional he was feeling in that moment

And he always made you feel better about yourself afterwards, never failing in his reassuring promises to make you love youself more each day

At the beginning of your relationship, he was too scared to touch you and so were you, because you didn't want to hurt him by being the reason of his painful migraines

But as your relationship developed, he began to crave your touch and affection, even if it meant that he had to see some bad visions from your past

Until there was a moment where he already knew all about your past, more specifically your darkest moments, so his visions about your life stopped "hurting" him at certain point only his heart lol

Since then, your relationship had grown stronger, as he knows every insecurity you have and vice-versa. Besides being romantic partners, you are also best friends, which has made everything so much better and natural for you, with no hidden secrets between you

That being said, whenever you're feeling insecure, Dennis tends to hug you and gently kiss every piece of soft skin on your body that you don't like until you're a giggling mess.

Sometimes you even fall asleep in his arms, your last memory being of him kissing you so lovingly and his big hands caressing the part of your body you felt insecure about

If you don't want him to touch you in those vulnerable moments, he'll respect you as he sits by your side while saying the things he loves the most about you and how you don't need to feel insecure about anything, because in his eyes you're perfection

He's so attentive and careful with his words, struggling to think which words and compliments he should say to help you feel better

He gets very nervous and stressed if his praises and loving touches don't soothe you, so most of those times you need to calm him down, even if it was you who felt bad and sensitive in the first place

At the end of the day, with all his efforts to make you feel incredible, you see yourself a little differently, in a positive way for sure, and you feel so much better because of your sweet boyfriend who loves you dearly and would do anything to make you feel happy by his side

[bosinclairsgff]

Requests Rules <3

Hey everyone, I want to get back into writing fanfiction and stuff like that! So here are my request rules and other important things to know! (I used to only write on Wattpad so I'm new to using Tumblr pls be nice <3)

Requests: open

Will do

Hurt x comfort

Fluff

Head cannons

Sometimes mentions of abuse, kidnapping, murder or sh (there will be trigger warnings)

Light angst

Drabbles

Characters hurting the reader (there will be a tw)

Reader with depression or anxiety

NSFW

Won't do

Pregnant reader

Child reader

Parent reader

x male, ftm, mtf or poly reader (I am not qualified to write about those as I have no experience involving them)

Characters I will write for

Halloween: RZ Micheal Myers, Corey Cunningham

Amusement: The Laugh

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Nubbins Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer(platonic only),Thomas Hewitt, Chop Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Vilmer Sawyer

Scream: Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Amber Freeman, Sydney

Friday The 13th: Jason Voorhees

House Of Wax: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Saw: Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman

House Of 1,000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

American Psycho: Patrick Bateman

Child's Play: Tiffany Valentine

The Black Phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

The Collector: Arkin

Silent Hilld/DBD: Pyramid Head

Carrie: Carrie White

Ghost Ship: Jack Ferriman

Thirteen Ghosts: Dennis Rafkin

The Shining: Jack Torrance, Wendy Torrance

The Invitation: Walter Deville

Midnight Mass: Father Paul

The funhouse massacre: Doll face

A nightmare on Elm Street (2010) : Quentin Smith

My Bloody Valentine 3-D: Tom Hanniger

Don’t breathe: Norman Nordstrom

The Purge Anarchy: Leo Barnes

Midsommer: Pelle

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

Leather face (2017) : Jedediah Sawyer

American horror story : Kai Anderson, Kit Walker, Patrick March

Jennifer’s Body : Jennifer Check

Re- animator: Herbert West

Jeepers Creepers: Darry Jenner

Grave Enconters: Lance Preston, Alex Wright

The Dare: Credence, Dominic

31: Doomhead

Longlegs: Dale Kobble, Lee Harker

Trap: Cooper Adams

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Dennis and Herbert Headcanons

Requested: “Hey, could I get some headcannons for Dennis Rafkin and Herbert West where their S/O is plus sized and super self conscious to the point where it's unhealthy. Also It/Its pronouns if your comfortable with it or He/Him works! Tysm, and I love your writing!” By Anon Warning: Not sure (Using He/Him pronouns for this. Thank you for the request!)

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Dennis Rafkin:

First, off he always knew about you being self-conscious but had no idea how bad it was

He honestly thought that he was helping you a bit

He would always tell you that you look amazing, handsome, and very nice

Luckily though he does pay attention to you a lot

He may not be very touchy because of his migraines and stuff but he pays a lot of attention to you

So when your health starts to look bad he is immediately on your case

And even though a lot of what he tells you may not help as much, he does put forth the effort of learning what he needs to do more and less to help you better

And with a lot of effort from both of you your health does start to improve

But he is still doing everything he needs to help you even more

He does not care for how much you might weigh

And if you want to fix that then he is right there to help you and if you don't want to fix it then fuck what everyone else thinks he loves you for you and actually would much rather you the way you are than change you how everyone else wants

Like I said before, fuck everyone else

Herbert west:

Alright so like Dennis, Herbert loves you the way you are

He loves you for you and wouldn't want it any other way

Now even though Herbert isn't much of a physical lover or an emotionally invested person he does care a lot for you

He would do just about anything for you

And believe me, he is also on your case faster than Dennis would be

He can already tell that something is going on regarding your health

He is immediately letting you in on everything he thinks about you

He's not an emotionally invested person but by God, he will put every drop of heart he has left into making sure that you are OK

He does not care about what he said about emotions being unnecessary

He knows that you need that right now and will pull it out of an unknown place just for you

He is also telling you how much he loves you and that he would kill a motherfucker for talking bad about you

He will threaten, beat, murder people till they learn to fuck off

He tells you all the time and will continue to tell you:

"People's opinions are not important. If they were, then they would be in books and being read by millions. But they aren't. So there is no reason for you to give a damn about what they say. They are just people. People like them can go missing. And I can make that happen anytime, anyplace, whenever I want. And I will be dammed if I see you cry because of one of them!"

He is very serious

He may be your sweet scientist that looks adorable with glasses but he will stab a bitch in the neck for you

And like Dennis, he does start to help you later on and it does make you better

Your health improves and you are back to being your happy, cheerful self

Though Herbert hates people being happy in general he would much rather see you smile every day than see you frown and cry once

(Hello! I am so sorry for the long wait on this. I got very busy with school and work so please forgive me. Anyways, I hope you liked this and if you did any kind of feedback is appreciated. Have an amazing day/night nd stay safe out there in the world!)

[thesightstoshowyou]

I’ve been thinking about poor Dennis Rafkin from Thir13en Ghosts since yesterday. Idk if I have the mental capacity to type this into a fic so I’m going to ramble:

I imagine Dennis likes classical music. It’s the only thing he can listen to that doesn’t hurt his already aching head. It croons through the speakers of his car while he drives to the grocery store. It helps calm him, prepare him.

I bet the grocery store is a nightmare for Dennis; too loud, too busy, too many opportunities to bump into someone and relive their entire life while they just stare at him, bewildered by his odd behavior. It’s painful and embarrassing and exhausting.

He’s almost done, frozen food section, last aisle, just a few more things and he can escape this hell hole. There are two waspy, middle aged women gossiping over their carts and taking up the whole aisle. Fucking inconsiderate.

Dennis risks sneaking around them; he’s almost done, he just wants to leave. One of the women laughs at a joke and unintentionally takes a step back just as he’s shimmying by. She backs into him.

Immediately, his head explodes, visions of bloody labor, and arguments with her husband, and PTA meetings racing through his skull like white hot jolts of agony. He drops to his knees, groaning, hands cradling his temples. The women back away, confused and frightened.

Someone runs to his side, reaches out to him.

“N-no, don’t—

Their cool hand wraps around his wrist. Quiet, calming classical music—Chopin—fills his head, replaces the torturous visions. Dennis blinks. The pain recedes.

Tentativley, he raises his head. His gaze meets yours. Your eyes are warm, concerned, but serene.

“Are you okay?” you ask in a soft voice, the sound relaxing the bunched muscles of his shoulders, wrapping him in security. On his wrist, your hand still rests. In his head, a piano plays.

He lets out a shaky laugh, “I am now.”

[darling-i-read-it]

Touch

Dennis Rafkin x reader

Word Count: 800

Warnings: talks of murder and ghosts

Author’s Note: 13 Ghosts was my first horror movie actually so Dennis do be having a special place in my heart. 

Summary: Dennis is very sensitive to touch which makes a relationship kinda hard. 

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

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Dennis tried his best not to touch anyone. You couldn’t blame him, considering the fact that his gifts were so strong but sometimes when you were together it was a little off putting. Eventually you got used to it but it was difficult for Dennis to be with you without the obvious; touching you brought him massive headaches. It was hard for him because he wanted to touch you, so badly, but he knew why he couldn’t.

You were a spiritual person. You enjoyed things like scary movies and Halloween even if you tried not to be so out there in front of your boyfriend whose life was already seemingly a horror movie.

The seeing ghosts is what actually drew you to him in the first place. You were having some trouble in your home, ghost trouble and he found you. He was moved after hearing your story.

Very quickly after that you started dating. You seemed to be sunshine despite the ghost problems that you had been having. A tired sun but still, when you laughed it lit up the room. That was the kind of girl that he wanted and needed.

“Dennis?” you muttered. You sat beside him on the couch but he wasn’t looking at you. The TV was on, another tragic story of murder and meyam. There wasn’t anything new about it but the way that Dennis looked at it gave you the chills. You knew he saw things you didn’t. He had explained everything to you long ago. But still, the look on his face was sometimes jarring. You shoved the pillow at him, a way of touching him without touching him. He quickly looked over at you, startled out of his daze.

“Yeah?”

“Everything okay in that head of yours?” He nodded, giving you a kind smile. 

“Yeah, just saw some stuff on the news.”

“If I had a penny for everytime you said that,” you whispered. You raised your hand and brushed his hair out of his face. When he didn’t tense up you imagined nothing had happened and took that as an invitation to keep your hand on the side of his cheek. 

“Well, we can only imagine the horrors that don’t make TV,” he muttered, leaning into your touch. He had found when he was with you he was often distracted just enough by you for his visions to lessen. They weren’t as frequent or as painful. 

���Don’t think about those kinds of things. Well as much as you can.” 

“I have to go and fix that thing,” he muttered. Out of the blue. You weren’t even sure what he was talking about.

“What thing?” 

“Ah God. I forgot to say anything about the radiator. It broke.” You squinted, turning around and saw the radiator spurt. Sometimes he did that kind of thing. Randomly picked up the phone before someone called. It was one of the funnier parts of his gift. 

“Sometimes Dennis,” you said, smiling.

“What?” he asked. 

“Sometimes I wonder about you.”

“You should always be wondering about me, we live together.”

“Shush.” 

He got up and walked over to the radiator. You turned off the TV. Everything that was going on didn’t need to be in your home right now.

“I’m gonna make dinner,” you called as he hit the radiator. You glanced over, just to make sure that he wasn’t killing himself with the thing and then started to open the fridge.

“Can you make pasta?” he pleaded. You shrugged.

“I don’t see why not.” 

Dennis looked at you, looking at the fridge, leaning over and then straightening back up again. A very domestic look. Your hair up, your sweater loose. Somehow he had gotten something domestic which he thought was amazing. He smiled. 

He walked over to you slowly and you barely noticed him as he snuck behind you. You were surprised as he snuck his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. Out of sheer habit you almost knocked him off.

“D?” 

“Shush.” 

No visions. No headaches. Just holding you. 

You leaned into his touch happily and shut the fridge.

“You don’t want pasta?”

He hummed.

“Pasta can wait.”

[coffeeandslashers]

Characters and Rules

So I can’t believe it but I almost have 150 followers and that is truly amazing!! Thank Y’all so much for following!! I figured I should finally get around to posting a characters and rules list for who I write for considering I have been feeling very inspired lately! 

I continue to reblog and update this post as I add more characters! 

Who I Write For:

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Bubba Sawyer

Jed/ Jackson Sawyer (Leatherface 2017)

Drayton (2017 or TCM)

Nubbins Sawyer

Choptop Sawyer

David Radford (SAW 0.5)

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight (SAW)

Lindsey Morgan (100 Bloody Acres)

Reggie Morgan (100 Bloody Acres)

Jessie Cromeans/ Chromeskull (Laid to Rest/Laid to Rest 2)

Stu Macher (scream )

Billy Loomis (scream)

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky)

Vanita 'Stretch' Brock  (TCM2)

Laurie Strode (1978-2018 )

Thale (Nightflyers)

Lommie (Nightflyers)

Rowan (Nightflyers)

Dennis Rafkin (Thirteen Ghosts)

Pennywise/ Papawise

Yautja/ Predator

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Harry Warden

Hellboy 

Jacob Goodnight (See No Evil 1&2)

Specs (Insidious)

Tucker (Insidious)

Doom-Head (31)

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane ( 3 from Hell)

Literally any member of the Firefly Clan (house of 1000 corpses)

What I’ll Write:

General Head canons 

NSFW or SFW

One-shots

x reader

x OC ( please be prepared to tell me extensively about your OC)

Kinks (Ask me anything ;D)

LGBTQ+ 

Just ask me! I’m open to writing pretty much anything!

[writingsfrombeyondthegrave]

HEAR ME OUT OK?

My favorite movie of ALL time is 13 ghosts. I absolutely adore all the character lore, cinematography, and sfx makeup on all the characters.

Would it be completely out of line to write a Dennis rafkin x ghost!reader? How would we feel?

This is such a self indulgent fic I have brewing on my mind

Thoughts? Opinions? Concerns?

[hooman4ever]

!Slight NSFW Short! ‘Bastard’ Dennis Rafkin x Male Reader

Contains: Biting, Hickies, Cock Warming, After Sex Interactions, Nipple Play if you squint, Fluff, Dennis Worship

Dennis was tired. His body was sore and ached all along his back and sides. Yet as your lips trailed across his neck, your teeth sinking into his skin before releasing the flesh there and moving on Dennis couldn’t find it in him to pull away. 

He was too lost in the sensation of your soft lips trailing over his body. He felt worshiped and fully loved as you trailed kisses over every inch of his skin. It was a wonderful feeling, being cherished. That feeling, Dennis figured, paired nicely with the way you felt still buried to the hilt inside of him. You having yet to pull out of him after earlier activities. 

Your hands moved up his chest, your lips latching on to an expanse of skin just under Dennis’s jawline. He gasped hips jolting forward as your fingers tweaked his nipples. You smiled against him, ceasing your sucking to place a kiss on the red mark blossoming where your lips were. 

You kept your hands on him as you leaned back soaking in his debauched state. He had love bites and hickies trailing up the center of his chest not stopping till his naval along with a good amount littered on his neck and inner thighs. Hands slid to Dennis’s back holding him close to you as your lips moved to his ear “Looks like you’ll need to wear that turtle neck you love so much tomorrow,” you teased making Dennis groan in frustration, his hands lightly hitting your chest. You chuckled. 

“Bastard,” he mumbled as your hands found their way to his ass giving the mounds of flesh a good squeeze. “Your, bastard.” you corrected missing the way Dennis had smiled at your words. His own arms wrap around you as your lips go back to his neck. 

“Yeah, my bastard.”

[babbling-idiot]

Dennis Rafkin

Thirteen Ghosts

Dennis comforting a plus size reader

Taking away his seizures and migraines

Taking care of him after a migraine Hcs

Prompts: Going on vacation with his husband

How you meet

[hooman4ever]

!Suggestive Themes! ‘”You can’t do this-”’ Dennis Rafkin x Bo Sinclair

Is this a ship fic that no one asked for? Yes. Will these two characters realistically never meet because they aren’t even from the same god damn timeline? Also yes.

Do I care? Nope!

Originally this was meant to be a short smut fic where Dennis get face ya know but um it’s currently 12 PM and I’m tired.

Contains: MxM Relationship, Suggestive Themes, Dennis being an obvious bottom, Mentions/Hinted to Murder

“You can’t do this-“ Dennis hissed trailing behind Bo who was currently loading his shotgun preparing to deal with a few last minute visitors. “Why the fuck not?” Bo asked, suddenly stopping and turning to look at an unprepared Dennis.

The man ran straight into Bo’s chest, not expecting him to stop so abruptly.

Dennis looked up with a flushed face and down turned lips. The look had Bo pausing for a second unholy thoughts gripping his mind.

“It’s wrong-“ he started only to be cut off by Bo’s abrupt laugh. “Oh~” he cooed holding his gun in one hand so he could rest the palm against Dennis’s cheek “ain’t you jus’ the sweetest.”

“Gah~” Dennis exclaimed when Bo pushed the smaller man against a nearby wall, his hand now perfectly fitted around Dennis’s neck. “My sweet boy,” Bo teased, his breath fanning over his lover's lips. Dennis’s heart was beating fast, his chest rising unevenly as his and Bo’s noses almost touched the close proximity, proving far too much for his mind to handle.

Just when Dennis thought Bo would connect their lips together capturing him in a searing kiss— he pulled away “Sorry sweet cheeks— kissin’ a killer would be wrong.” Bo mocked giving Dennis a pat on the cheek before walking off.

“I’ll be back later. Don’t leave this god damn house, pretty boy!” With that Bo let the front door slam shut behind him while Dennis let himself slide down the wall grumbling.

[babbling-idiot]

Dennis Rafkin x reader

Request: "Could you write an imagine ? : Dennis Rafkin,falling in love with someone who has very similar abilities as he does and has a similar job ,but the reader doesn't suffer from migraines , they can see the entire traumatic events that had happened to the people who they touch ,the reader can control the visions that they have ,since they made a serum so that they would be able to touch other people and don't have visions  every time they touch someone . These two are best friends and Dennis dreams of being able to at least hold their crush's hand .Do you think that the reader would offer injecting him with their serum ,and also help them to make the migraines disappear?" -By anon

Warnings: I dont know

(Hey anon! So this is the longest request I have ever received, thank you for that and thank you for making it specific. I am currently at school finishing this on my phone so if it's a bit wonky at the end, excuse my mess up and such. I hope you like this and it's what you wanted!)

Dennis had been running around with Cyrus all night. Running into all kinds of cold spots. Cyrus of course thought he was onto something, so to make it worse he would push Dennis. Push him to his limit and it was a wonder how Dennis hadn’t collapsed by now. Dennis had been warned about a specific group that worked with a person named L/n, was trying to steal his work and was to immediately inform him of anyone that was not of their team. So he kept an eye and ear out. While walking around the old lumberyard he could feel some kind of force. Like a force within him, almost as if it was calling out to someone or something. So he walked deeper into the yard of wood and stumbled upon a large backpack. He could see a make-shift map and a beanie of sorts along with what looked like a syringe? ‘Why is there a syringe and damn I should’ve to remember to bring my beanie.’ He thought to himself but was immediately interrupted by a voice from behind him “You know if you want you can wear it. I have like twenty of them. ” he turns swiftly and came face to face with you. The first thing that comes to mind is 'Oh my god, why are you so cute and why aren’t I saying anything.’ “Hi..” “Hey, stranger. So what’s your name?” you say as you walk past him to your bag “I’m Dennis, what’s your name, and what’s your business here?” Not even turning your head you stand up and start walking away from him “My name is y/n and would you believe me if I said I was a ghost hunter.” you say as you turn to look at him. Then it hits him, you must work for L/n “You wouldn’t happen to work for a person named L/n would you?” You chuckle a bit “You know I sure do. Listen, Dennis, I know your work for Cyrus. My name is y/n l/n and I am with the group you were probably told to look out for. I’ll make this short sweet and easy for you, I will keep my group over here and you tell Cyrus to keep his there. Is that alright with you Dennis?” It was like he wasn’t listening so he nods his head but stays in place almost as if he’s stuck like glue “Can I walk with you y/n?” This makes you smile “Sure can Denny!"

So that was like almost five years ago. Now you and Dennis had been what you would call best friends for a while and it was awesome. Over time you had told Dennis about your project. How when you were a kid you always told your mom about the people you called your friends. She always said they were imaginary but you knew better. When you got older you decided to start helping people, which started as a hard thing to do. You’d get these horrible seizures and it was like it was always happening. So you devoted a lot of your own time and effort into making a serum. Something that would take away the seizures and migraines and it worked. When you told Dennis he almost laughed. He had spent his whole life going into these seizures and migraines with only the prescribed pills he was given at the near pharmacy. He didn’t want to believe it and he even turned down your offerings to let him try it and see how he feels afterward. But there was one trouble.

A few months after he had met you, he had developed feelings for you. Not just the typical, noticing your hair looks nicer, or your eyes seem to be bright, or that your smile was somehow sweeter than ever. But he started to see everything about that made you amazing. Your personality was so incredible that he just couldn’t get enough of it. It wasn’t just your personality that struck him, it was your heart, your passion to help people. So for years, he kept this secret to himself. That he had fallen for you. The only thing thing that kept him from fully saying no to trying your serum was the fact that, if he was to do it, he could hold your hand. Oh, how he longed to hold your hand. To brush his fingers through your hair. To hug you. To kiss your lips without having a full-on attack. It was that that gave him the push to say yes.

At your place, he was sitting in the living room watching some reruns of an old show. He wasn't paying attention to the show, the only thing on his mind was how he would tell you he wanted to try this stuff. It was scary, it looked like a clear liquid almost like water but you could tell it was way thicker and it most likely didn't take much. "Y/n!” He called from the couch “Yeah? What’s up?” You say as you walk into the room “I just wanted to tell you that I was thinking a lot about your offer. I uh, I’m not one hundred percent sure how it will work but, I’d like to try.” He stares intently at the ground under his feet. “Are you sure? Cause if I do this, it won't be an instant reaction. It may take twenty to thirty minutes for it to take effect.” “Will it hurt?” “The shot will sting but as of how the effect will happen, no. It’s like a calming experience from the moment you feel it. Like a sense of relief washing over you.” He nods and takes off his jacket “I’m ready.” You nod and walk into the other room. You come back and in your hand is a small pouch-like object. Inside was a syringe and a few bottles of the stuff he had seen before. You get everything set and sit next to him. After setting his arm up and making sure he was prepared you stuck him.

Not even twenty minutes had gone by until he started telling you he felt something. He described the feeling like a huge sense of relief had washed over him. He said he felt calmer like you said he would and his mind felt clearer. You remembered a long time ago, an incident where a man accidentally brushed past Dennis and it was like he got pushed to the ground. He was shaking and was trying so hard to breathe, just like a panic attack. So you scooted closer to him and suggested an idea “You could try touching something. As an object and see if it works.” He nods and gets up as you walk over to a shelf and point to a crystal that your mom had given you. She had said it belonged to her mother and that she always felt as if she was always with her so now it was yours. “So just touch it?” “Yeah, I usually feel as though my grandmother is here with me through this. So if this works you won't feel anything.” He nods his head shakily as he reaches toward it, when his hand came in contact he flinched at the fact that nothing had happened. He looks at you he had tears in his eyes. He took a step back and turned towards you, he then engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. “I can't believe this y/n! I didn't feel anything I didn't have a seizure or a migraine. I’m ok!” He slides his hands down your arms and stays there, the biggest smile is on his face as he takes your hands in his. “I love you y/n!” Realization hits “Oh god! I’m sorry I….that’s not what I’m meant to say! I…I meant….oh I’ve backed myself into a corner huh?” You chuckle while nodding at him “But that's ok Dennis, I love you too.” You say as he stares wide-eyed at you. “If it’s ok with you, I’d like to continue to use this serum?” “Of course, you can. You have to let me do it though cause you don't know-how.” He nods his head and goes back to staring at your hand. Finally, he's able to hold your hand.

(Hey again, so I hope you enjoyed this. I'm sorry if its messed up anywhere, if you did like this remember requests are always open, have an amazing day and stay safe out in the world!)

[babbling-idiot]

Dennis Rafkin Headcanon

Request: "Hey!! I love your writing ♡ would you be able to write some sweet care HC or short thing for Dennis Rafkin with a S/O that takes care of him when he has a really bad migraine? Thanks :D" -by @coffeeandslashers

Warnings: non

(Well of course, I love dennis hes my boi! I hope you enjoy this!

Ok so Dennis has never had someone who would stick around to help him, he's had people help but never keep him company you know

So when he met you and yall became a thing he noticed this about you

Anytime he had a migrant or a really bad one you would get his meds and would sit with him throughout the whole process

No contact became sort of a rule when he was having them and you did exactly that

It was hard at first cause all you wanted to do was hug and comfort him so that he knows that you are there for him but sadly words and your presence will just have to do for now

Now when he's having one, you like to ask him a question, a simple but interesting one that you know will get his mind at ease

Nothing including his times with Cyrus or anything including ghosts of any sort

Don't get me started on how grateful and happy this makes him

It makes him feel so loved and tell him just how much you love him when you stay with him through it

Especially when you hear him a cold rag to place on his forehead or the back of his neck, it helps when he overheats

He just couldn't ask for anyone better

Something else you do that he loves is when he's laying down on the bed, you’ll come in with an extra blanket and pillow so you can lie down with him

He may even request a movie but with the volume low or some soft music to play while yall lay together

Which usually gets him to fall asleep and the migraine to subside, which is a blessing cause no one wants to see Dennis in pain or in that uncomfortable position

(Hey @coffeeandslashers so I hope you enjoyed this and that it was good enough and long enough, you said short but I didnt know how short you meant. Have a wonderful day and stay safe! To everyone as well stay safe and have a wonderful day and remember requests are open anytime and so is my ask box, if you want to ask questions or talk!)

[babbling-idiot]

Dennis Rafkin x reader

Prompts

Request: “Random Prompt #8 #12 #29 with Dennis Rafkin and his male!husband!reader who happens to work with him.” -By Anon

Warning: Non?

Prompt: 

Random

#8. "Can you please...? Hmmm, I don't know. Maybe put a shirt on?!"

#12. "Give me attention."

#29. "How is my wife/husband more badass than me?"

(Hey there Anon! So this took me long to write out cause i ended up deleting it and had to start over. Well anyways i hope you like it! It’s kind of set up in a odd sort of way, the forth, fifth, and sixth paragraph is where the prompts are located.)

So when work got too hard and gets to the point of ripping hair from your head, I think it calls for a vacation. A long-needed vacation. Especially for Dennis. Cyrus had been working him to the bone and putting him through so much, it was just time to get away. So Dennis along with you, his amazing husband decided to go to the beach. He had never been, it was a childhood dream he always had and you thought ‘Hey let’s make dreams reality.’ And make his wish come true. Dennis freaked the fuck out when you told him about the trip to the beach. He hugged you, it had become a regular thing with him. He wants to be 'normal’ thought you always told him he didn’t need to be 'normal’ around you. But of course, the hugs kept coming, and at the moment you were having a hard time breathing. Being crushed was not something you enjoyed. So now you were in the confinements of your hotel room. Alone, mostly because Dennis wanted to go to the pool and have a swim. You saw nothing wrong with this so you made sure to tell him to take his phone and the purple wrist band they provided so he could easily get in and out of the pool. When he left you made your way into the small kitchen and grabbed a coffee cup, filling it up enough to make you some coffee. After you made the coffee you made your way onto the balcony. Like the first thing, you do in the morning when you wake up, coffee and the gorgeous view of the sea. After a little while, you looked down at the pool and noticed that Dennis was nowhere to be seen, maybe he just wasn’t there yet. Mid thought your front door opens and there standing in front of you is Dennis “Hey sorry I forgot to get the sunscreen.” “It’s fine,” you say turning back to the view. He doesn’t move from his spot, he knows you don’t necessarily like going down to the pool but he would like it better if you went with him. “Hey y/n? Why don’t you come with me? You don’t have to get in the pool, you could just come down and watch me be a total idiot.” He says with a raised eyebrow. “Fine but if I get splashed, I blame you.” You say pointing your finger at him. He throws his hands up, “Ok, Ok I see. That’s fine.” After you got ready you both headed down and immediately he was running towards the pool. Laughing at this you make your way over to two lounge chairs and set your stuff down. Not even thinking about it you take off your shirt and lean back. Now and then you’d feel like you had eyes on you then they would be confirmed by a few 18-year-olds asking you out for a date. You’d decline and go back to sitting in silence. Even though you would reject them for obvious reasons they just seemed to keep on coming back so finally right when you were about to say something, Dennis is in front of you and is giving you a peck on the lip in front of all of those boys. He looks over at them and smirks which causes them all to look away. You chuckle “Well lookie at that. You, my Dennis, jealous? I must be seeing things huh?” he shakes his head “Just…” “Just what baby?” “Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!” you laugh, “I’m gonna go back up to the room. I’m kind of tired of all these thirsty boys.” You say grabbing your shirt and slipping it back on. He just stares at you until you’ve left and just stares off into space. That was about two days ago and ever since then, he had acted as if he was in a pissy mood. It could’ve been those boys at the pool, or it could’ve been the fact that every time you would make a move on him and it was getting to point of going further you’d make an excuse to get up and do something different. It was very sexually frustrating for not only him but you as well. It was so hard to just make up a reason to stop, it was getting to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. At least that was you, but not him, he was already there. “Give me attention.” You snap your head over to look at him “ What did you say?” He stands up suddenly and walks over to you, standing almost between your legs “I said, give me attention.” You stand up as well making him back up but before he could get too far, you grab his hips and pull him towards you. Your hips meet with his and you walk him back to the bed, when his legs meet the edge he falls back and his left breathless “Ok baby. I’ll give you all the attention you want! Let me make it up to you,” You say leaning forward for a searing kiss. tonight was going to be all about him for sure. On your last day at the beach, both you and Dennis had made up so to say and everything was fine. He was still mad about going home though, but he’d have to get over it. You had told Dennis to go ahead and check out while you went to get the car. Simple and easy nothing wrong, right? Wrong! Those same guys from the pool had recognized Dennis and decided to mess with him. Of course, these were stupid teens who couldn’t take for an answer and also thought it was a great idea to push him around. When you got back you saw he was having trouble with these kids and could tell he was panicking. So you came over and tried to shoo them away. “Hey! Seems you can’t take no for an answer, so how about this. Leave my fucking husband alone or swear to a higher power than God that I will beat the shit out of every single one of you! Do you understand? Good, now fuck off! You say as you take his hand and lead him out to the car. When you both get inside and the doors are finally locked you sigh out in relief "How is my husband more badass than me?” You look over at him and smirk “I’m not badass, I am just overprotective of you.” “Yeah, but that just makes you even more badass then.” He says as he pecks you on the cheek, you smile and start the car. Leaving to go back home and finally not have to deal with those boys again.

(Hey again! So like I said, I hope you enjoyed this and that it’s what you wanted. If you did like this remember requests are always open. Have an amazing day and stay safe out there in the world!)

[babbling-idiot]

Dennis Rafkin x reader

(Hope you enjoy this, It took forever to finish but here is is!)

How you meet: The first time yall met was when Cyrus noticed you. You knew a lot about the black zodiac and that was useful to him. You of course didn't know about his true intentions, and he had offered a very nice amount of money, so you said yes. You met Dennis when you went to get the first ghost, The firstborn son. That day you were told of Dennis's ability. That he was a psychic and he knew where the ghosts were. You talked to him often but not a whole lot of cause, Cyrus had you doing loads of work, trying to figure out which ghost would be better as the next ghost, and so on. You and Dennis got to know each other when you went to get the fourth ghost, The Torn Prince. When yall arrived the first thing he did was attack people, especially you. He had been attacking everyone left and right and when he saw you, he immediately hit you. Once in the left side of your head and then as you were on the ground, multiple times in the ribs. Of course, after he hit you one last time, he left you alone. Dennis had gotten a few others to take you to safety and others to get the ghost in the containment cell. When you woke up, the first thing you see is Dennis. Throughout your small stay at the local hospital, he stayed with you, kept you company, and talked to you as if you were your best buddies. Of course, the reason he stayed was that he hated seeing you alone, in pain, and confused. So, he stayed by your side the entire time. He would never tell you the main reason he stayed. Of course, that being he had a huge crush on you, like a schoolgirl crush. So yeah congrats!

Second meeting: There was a period where Cyrus had to take him on another hunt for a ghost, so you didn't get to see Dennis for like a month until you left the hospital. You went to a nearby hotel and waited. Of course, this wasn't ideal, but it was good enough until they came back. When they did, oooh boy did you want to hug Dennis. Took everything in you not to just hug him to death. But you knew that if you did he would have a seizure and you would immediately feel bad. So, you just settle on frantically waving at him from afar and getting drinks. In the confinement of your hotel room, because he was not willing to go to a bar with you where loads of people drink away their sorrows, No thanks, sorry but no way.

What he thinks about you: He likes you a lot. As I said before, schoolgirl crushes on you! So, he just finds you amazing and interesting, how you won't push him to do stuff as Cyrus would. He's just happy you understand, and he thinks the world of you. Good job *Clapping*

When he realizes he loves you: They had to go to a house and inside was a certain room where a lot of horrible things happened in. He sat on the ground and was forced to figure out where this entity was, which made him have a very strong seizure. He convulsed and twitched so much that it made you want to cry. So instead of coming over to him and touching him to help him up, you just sat next to him and kept him company until he finally came back fully and got up, to where you could escort him out and into one of the air-conditioned cars. No one had ever stayed with him, not even Cyrus. Cyrus didn't care, he may have pretended to but he never really meant it. When Dennis came back and looked around and saw you, he realized how much he liked, not loved you. He wanted to spend his life with you. Wanted to be with you. So, from that moment forward, you and he stuck together side-by-side, until the job was finally done.

His favorite thing about you: Well, it could be your personality. Your ability to understand him. The fact that you maintain your touching distance from him. We'll never know, but he does like how you do not like everyone else and put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention because he will flip his shit like Milton Dammers said, "You are violating my territorial bubble!" Anyways as I said, you understand him. You get his attention by waving at him, patting an object near him, or some other way, I don't know. But he likes that about you, so kudos to you!!