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killyourrdarlingss · 2 years ago

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Character Interview - Dennis Dustin Monroe

tysm to @henbased for tagging me in this !! did it take forever ? absolutely! but, it was so, so worth it. and of course I chose Jacob because he can actually get info out of Dennis lol.

This is written in a much simpler style, very just one line, action, etc, or else this would have been 10k and honestly i just dont have the energy-- so script style ? kinda.

(formatting broke please look at this work on my actual blog/desktop site for proper format, no idea how to fix this but it looks BAD on mobile, if anyone does lmk)

TW for extremely negative views, past mentions of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, smoking, blood.

Dennis is called in by Jacob for a chat and definitely isn’t an intimidation technique of any kind since Joseph's taken a liking to Dennis.

Nah, definitely not.

“State your name.”

He falters, tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, looks anywhere but Jacob’s eyes.

“It’s Dennis.”

“Full name.”

“Dennis Dustin Monroe.” a pause,

“I really hate it though, if i’m honest… and seems like if I’m staying down here, I should be.”

A scoff, or a laugh, a chuckle? Dennis doesn’t think too much into it.

“Relationship status.” not asked like a question, Dennis observes.

“Single..? I…”

“Really?”

Dennis has to bite back a comment.

“And you're happy with that, I’m guessing?” he doesn't look amused, he just leans back a bit, exhales like Dennis is boring him.

“Being single or just in general? because it’s complicated.”

a pause, “for both.”

“Do you have a smoke, or something–”

He feels like he’s choking.

“Are you happy?”

Dennis bites at a hangnail,

“I don’t think so.”

Jacob nods, the chair creaks under him.

“You’re angry?”

“Yeah.”

“At what, what are you mad at?”

He rips the hangnail from his finger, spits it away from Jacob on the floor and sucks at the blood forming.

“Who knows.”

Jacob’s foot taps on the floor, Dennis’ eyes shoot up,

“Myself–” Dennis doesn’t feel like talking but he does, his eyes are watering and Jacob’s unmoving like a stone,

He blinks once,

“I wish it was me.”

Jacob doesn't prod, hums under his breath.

“Let's move on.”

Dennis looks away.

“Your family, parents, are they married?”

“Technically? No.”

“Explain.”

“N-” Dennis chokes, coughs, his eyes water more, tears down his cheeks– he feels vulnerable.

More than before.

“No.” he picks at the bloody nail and moves his eyes down to the floor,

“I don't want to do this.”

“You will.”

“You scare me.”

Jacob laughs.

“Where were you born?”

Dennis wipes the now cold tear from his face.

“I was born in Montana actually.”

“Are you lying?”

“Yeah.”

Dennis smiles, emotionless.

“Next.”

“I’m assuming your hair isn’t naturally green.”

“You’re pretty smart.”

Jacob clears his throat, Dennis jolts,

“Brown.”

“Your eyes are…” Jacob leans in, Dennis swallows,

“Hm,” there’s a smirk on his face,

“Weird I know, I get it a lot”

Jacob stares, grabs his chin and looks closer.

Dennis stays stiff as a board,

“Brown on the left, blue on the right.”

Dennis pulls his face away, it's his turn to clear his throat,

“Next.”

“You can't be older than John.”

“I think I know what the next question is,”

“When you were born.”

Dennis nods,

“September twenty-fourth, nineteen eighty four.”

“Hm.” Jacob relaxes only a bit, “You're turning forty soon.”

“Don't remind me.”

“Current mood?”

“Worse now that you’ve reminded me.”

“Nothing wrong with it.”

“I think I wasted my life.”

“You still have time.”

“Next.”

“You're a man, I’m assuming.”

Dennis laughs.

“John wrote these.” Jacob looks over at a paper on a small table beside them,

“Summer or winter, morning or afternoon.”

“Summer, and night.”

They both nod.

A laugh, it should break the tension, it doesn’t.

“Are you in love, Mr. Monroe?”

“Hah–”

Dennis feels the air break up a little bit, he still wishes he had a smoke,

“Would it make it all easier if I was?”

Jacob looks like he’s actually thinking but says nothing.

“So, single, not in love, angry at the world?”

“Just your type then?”

Jacob laughs a bit louder,

“Did you end your last relationship?”

“I've ended all of them.”

“Don't feel bad- breaking their hearts like that?”

Dennis sounds proud,

“Nah.”

“Nobody good enough?”

“Could say that.” Dennis smirks, “only ever liked this one guy so I thought about it.”

“Thought about?”

“Something longer, love maybe. Maybe I just liked his face.”

It’s Jacob’s turn to say it,

“Alright, next.”

Dennis nods,

“Can I smoke now?”

“Bad habit.” but Jacob hands one to him regardless,

“A light?”

“Not yet.”

Dennis puts it between his lips regardless.

“Big on physical contact?” Jacob leans his head in his hand, “Don’t seem like the type.”

“Depends.”

“Hugged anyone recently?”

Dennis goes quiet,

“Maybe.” he smiles.

“John has stupid questions.” Jacob bites as he reads the paper, throwing the blame.

“‘Do you have a secret admirer–’ really.”

“Yeah you–” Dennis looks up and sees the annoyance burning in his eyes and shuts his mouth,

“Next question.”

The tension is back,

“Broke many hearts, how about your own?”

Dennis has to think about it, bites around the filter,

“Next question.”

“You need to answer,”

“Light this if I answer?”

Jacob nods, “Go on.”

Dennis holds out the cig,

“The answer’s no.”

Jacob flashes his teeth as the tip of the smoke begins to burn.

They both settle.

“The next questions are quick.”

“Good.”

“Lemonade or iced tea?”

“Really?”

Jacobs foot taps, Dennis breathes smoke in,

“Okay, lemonade.”

“Cats or dogs.”

“Dogs”

Exhales the smoke,

“That makes sense.”

“Really- What if I lied?”

Takes another drag, Jacob digs in his pocket for his own smoke,

“No, you didn’t.”

Dennis grins, all teeth,

“You’re right.”

“Many friends or just one good one?”

“Neither.”

He hears a lighter click,

“I agree.”

The tensions replaced by nicotine, Dennis feels looser,

Jacob scoffs,

“A Romantic night doesn't suit you.”

“And, you know me so well, what's the question?” he can't help but laugh,

“-Or a wild night out.”

“Ah.”

Jacob hums.

“Maybe I just need to try it– romance.”

Jacob breathes out, takes another drag,

“Maybe.”

Dennis doesn’t pursue the thought.

“Day or night?”

“For romance?”

“No.” Jacob’s over the subject, Dennis can't help but tease.

“Night.”

Jacob exhales slow, right at Dennis before asking the next question,

“Love or Lust.”

“Oh.” it slips out, Dennis feels heat on his cheeks.

Jacob stands from his chair and boxes Dennis into his own chair, hands on each armrest, leans in,

“ I know, Dennis.” his eyes don't move, he gasps out and tries to move his head away, suffocated, tar in his lungs.

“You’re scaring me again.” easy to default to, Dennis braces.

Jacob brings a hand to his face, tilting his head back to look at him,

“If you know, why do I need to answer?

Jacob smiles,

“-Love.” he shuts his eyes as he says it, voice raised, Jacobs fingers press firm into his cheek,

“fuck– You– how do you…”

He lets him go, sated.

Dennis immediately takes a drag and pulls himself together,

“He seemed happier, last I saw him.”

Dennis shakes his head, “You don’t–”

“I know my own brother.”

He doesn't say it loud, but the small change in tone makes his blood freeze and he backs down,

“Right. Sorry.”

“Next question.”

Dennis nods.

“Have you ever?” Jacob walks closer to the table and nods,

“Got caught sneaking out?”

Dennis looks to his surroundings, bleak, gray, hospital room,

“Could say that.”

“Fell up or down the stairs.”

“Sure.”

Dennis stubs his cigarette out,

“About Joseph, how did you know, we were uh– I mean, I just- I don't believe you entirely either.”

He watches Jacob, eyes sharpening as he shakes his head,

“Have you ever wanted something so bad it hurt?”

Dennis nods,

“Yeah, you?”

Another nod.

“Ever wanted to disappear?”

Dennis leans his arm against the rest,

“That would be nice.”

“Tell me what happened, and I’ll tell you how I know.”

Dennis wagers, looks at Jacob’s expression, unreadable.

“Any more questions?”

“Preferences.”

“Could use a smoke.”

Jacob lights one with the tip of his own, hands it over,

“Smile or eyes.”

“Eyes.”

“Taller?”

“Mhm.”

“Intelligence or attraction?”

Dennis breathes in,

“A bit of both, I prefer smart men though.”

Jacob raises an eyebrow,

“Why?”

Dennis smiles, shrugs, “I think it's cute.”

“Relationship or one night stand?”

“You know the answer.”

A chuckle.

A beat passes, a silence, Dennis wonders what’s coming next.

Jacob reads the stack of papers, lights a new cigarette,

“Your Family.”

“No–.”

“How was your relationship with them?”

Dennis looks away, shuts his eyes, takes in a long breath,

“Standard.” he smiles, albeit shadowed by something more. “My sister Becky, Mom an’ Dad… big happy family.”

“Have a messed up life?”

“Hah–!” Dennis picks the smoke from his lips,

“My Mom and Sister are dead, so, yeah.”

“How?”

Dennis just looks away.

“Run away from home?”

Dennis nods, “I’m here, so yeah, I did. Ran away from everything.”

The recorder clicks, Jacob flips the tape inside it.

“After your mom died?”

“After my sister did.”

Jacob looks perplexed, Dennis feels he has an edge over him with it. He goes back to smoking and the next question is asked,

“Gotten kicked out?”

“Technically. Dad said to make something of myself or leave. I left.”

“So, your Mom and Sister die, and he,” Jacob pauses, exhales, “proposes that?”

“Yep. ‘Big happy family’.” Dennis mocks.

“Or, well, it was just us. Not much of a family at that point.”

Jacob grimaces,

“Consider yourself pessimistic?”

Dennis shrugs,

“Next question.”

Jacob flips the page, sits back in his chair and looks at Dennis, then the page, Reminds him of his old therapist –

“Friends?”

“Didn’t you already ask this?”

“No, do you have a friend you hate?”

“No.”

“Do you have any friends?”

Dennis flicks the ash of his cigarette,

“Are we friends?”

Jacob doesn't respond,

“Then no.”

He flips to the next section, prematurely.

“Best friends?” He looks tired.

“Well,”

Jacob looks up, goes to flip the page back over,

“It was Becky.”

A pause, Jacob flips the page.

“So, no friends then.”

Dennis laughs. What else is there to do besides laugh.

He can see through the page in Jacob’s hand, there's one line written stark on the paper and it has Dennis eager. Unsure how long they’d both been asking mindless questions, he clears his throat.

“So?” He taps the ash once more, to the damp floor, “Are we done?”

“Who knows everything about you?” Jacob looks expectantly at him, says nothing besides the question.

Dennis opens his mouth, scoffs, “What am I supposed to say–”

Jacob doesn't budge.

“Am I supposed to say me?”

Jacob seems amused by it all, Dennis’ slight confusion growing as he tries to stare him down.

“It's just,” Dennis deescalates,

“You're acting like I should know?”

Dennis, after minutes, gives up. The other doesn’t prod.

“Don’t worry, you will.”

The interview, or conversation, is finished.

The recorder is clicked off.

Dennis stands up.

Jacob mirrors, speaks,

“Wait.”

He does, as Jacob walks over to a white cabinet and opens the doors.

“You left your sweater on Joseph's couch.”

The color drains from his face, and he almost drops his cigarette to the floor,

“I–.” it's the only word he can say as he tries to stutter out an excuse.

The shirt is pressed to his chest and Dennis grabs it with his free hand. It seems cleaner than it had been originally. He tries not to think too much into it.

Jacob brings a hand down firm to Dennis’ shoulder.

“Now, let’s try this again.”

Pressed down into his chair once more,

Dennis simply nods.

#far cry 5 #gothiewrites #dennis dustin monroe #male deputy oc #joseph x male deputy #at it's core lmao #gothies fic tag #jacob seed #joseph seed #jacob smokes in this. personal hc

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wizardwomenwisdom · 2 years ago

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steve and eddie pre-season 4 doing divorced parent swaps of dustin after hellfire meetings.

at first, when steve hears dustin’s becoming friends with eddie, he doesn’t really care. it’s not his business, honestly, and if his friendship with robin’s taught him anything it’s that cliques in high school mean so little.

it’s only when dustin’s mom pulls him aside one day, when he drops dustin off, that he begins to worry. because dustin’s the last on the list of hellfire members to get dropped off in eddie’s van, and there aren’t seats back there, and honestly eddie’s driving is bad on a good day.

so at first, steve offers to start driving dustin home from the high school. and the way dustin acts, well, steve feels like he just offered to take out an armed russian guard again. after a bit of arguing, he gets to the bottom of it: dustin likes hanging out with everyone on the ride. and since the way to his place passes the closest micky-d’s, eddie and garath always take him to get dinner.

so they make a deal: steve’ll meet them at mcdonald’s, pick dustin up, and take him home so his mom stops stressing. it’ll be a quick weekly hand off.

only every friday, when he pulls into the lot, eddie’s standing outside waiting with a few sarcastic quips. steve and he almost always argue about dustin while dustin finishes eating (“if it were a sports car you wouldn’t give a shit about seatbelts” “that’s why i don’t drive a fucking sports car to pick him up, dick.”) (“you’re late.” “i had a date.” “and he has a bed time.”) (“i get that your campaign is important, but he has a c in latin right now.” “i can’t make him do homework if he doesn’t want to.” “you most certainly can.”)

the first time robin comes with him, she spends the whole ride to the hendersons giggling. when dustin’s finally out of the car, steve turns in the driver’s seat and crosses his arms.

“out with it, buckley. what’s so funny?”

she blinks twice, and then starts laughing again. “what’s the custody agreement look like between the two of you?” she manages.

“what?”

“do you not realize it?”

“realize what?”

“you and eddie ‘the freak’ munson have spent the last three months doing a quintessential divorced parent drop.”

“wait, wait-“

“the arguing? the mcdonald’s parking lot? the weird pseudo-flirting?”

“i do not flirt with eddie.”

“does that make me dustin’s shitty step-mom?”

“robin!”

“oh my god.” she’s laughing so hard at this point that she can’t breathe.

steve shifts back into the driver’s seat. he doesn’t say anything until they’re back on the road, and robin calms down, and his face is sufficiently red. finally, he manages a “fuck you, buckley.” which starts robin into another laughing fit.

steve’s extra aware of how eddie calls him sweetheart next time they meet up.

edit: wrote a fic of this lowkey.

#in case you’re wondering #dustin gets a kid meal #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #they’re so divorced parent core sometimes #lmao coping with listening a violent screaming match earlier today #and getting flashbacks

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