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Dustin meets Wayne at his new trailer (government provided, of course).
“happy Sunday Mr. Munson!” Dustin moves the tupperware container of lasagna to his left hand and opens his right up for wayne to pull him in for a hug.
“happy Sunday, son.” his smile hurts, but not as much as it used to.
Wayne leads the way into the trailer, the scent of garlic bread surrounding Dustin’s senses. the coffee table is set for three, but it’s only the two of them that sit on the couch while the food heats up in the microwave.
Dustin tells Mr. Munson about his week, his schoolwork, the d&d club(forcibly renamed), and then he brings up how much better he’s gotten at guitar since last Sunday.
and after Wayne recalls his quite uneventful week at the plant, they eat.
it’s quiet, but comfortable.
Wayne makes the kid pull out his homework afterwards, putting a movie on low while Dustin thinks out loud and ignores the staring. even after 5 months of the same thing, Wayne doesn’t understand why Dustin had inserted himself into his life. sure, he gets it’s because he’s alone now, but he thought it would stop after the first few weeks.
then that Harrington boy started coming around every other Sunday as well. Wayne didn’t know much about him, but he never could make the connection between him and his nephew.
eventually instead of making the kid go home at the end of the night (he would stay as late as he could stand it) he opened the guest bedroom to him, and Steve would sometimes take the pullout if only to be able to drive Dustin to school the next day.
it feels nice not to be alone.
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it’s Sunday again.
Dustin is 17 today and there’s a present waiting for him on Mr. Munson’s countertop.
Wayne tried telling him that he should celebrate with his friends and family but Dustin assures him that they celebrated the day before, no worries.
“it ain’t much, but happy birthday kid.” Wayne knows he’s trying to play it cool but he sees the teary eyes blink rapidly to avoid crying.
on the counter is a red, relic crackle B.C. Rich NJ Warlock guitar with a bright red bow placed around the neck.
“Mr. Munson…” Dustin goes to deny the gift, but Wayne stops him with a hand.
“it will get better use in the hands of someone who will care for it as much as my boy did. instruments are meant to played, not to sit in a case forever.” and now Dustin is crying.
it’s been a little over a year since the world turned Upside Down. sure, they eventually beat Vecna and the constant cloud surrounding Hawkins had dissipated, but it was a few months too late. still leaving a bitter taste in his mouth whenever Dustin thinks about Eddie’s sacrifice. how they could’ve made it, had he not been the hero.
he spends the rest of the night eating store bought cake and playing what little tunes he knew how to. cracking jokes and feeling Eddie all around them.
Eddie died on a Thursday. but Sundays are the days Wayne Munson thinks of him most.
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 2 months
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No, I don’t need therapy, I need my OTP to become canon
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 2 months
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I think if a fairy showed up at my house like yeah they are not real but there is narrative precedent for that. a fairy, if it existed, would show up at a house. i just need to suspend one disbelief everything else tracks. it's a big surprise, but a singular one. i would know how to get with the programm pretty quick.
if a walrus knocked at my door there would be many more fucking questions than one. a walrus showing up at my house? knowing that knocking is the required social etiquette? having reasons to know on my door and somehow the ability to do that despite having no arms? said walrus coming to me of all people?? a walrus being real is the least of my concerns at that point why the fuck does it need my help what kind of problem can I solve that a socially aware and apparently findextrous walrus fucking can't
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 2 months
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I've asked this question before and been surprised by the results, now I have access to more weirdos it's your problem:
It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.
Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 3 months
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damn orphan_account on ao3 really has some hits
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 3 months
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the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 4 months
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calling us all out like this😭
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 4 months
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Bokuto: Fist me.
Kuroo: I- what the fuck?
Bokuto, holding out fist for a fist bump:
Kuroo: Oh- right. That's what you- right, okay. God Jesus fucking christ.
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 4 months
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a legend of zelda movie/tv show would go SO HARD?!
like it could be the oot/mm/tp timeline trilogy or it could be an origins skyward sword movie to set it all up
botw and totk sequel films?! the fights! the journey! the recovering memories! THE FIGHTS!
I just think it’d be neat :) with the pjo series finally coming out and my hyperfixation on all things loz i just know it could be the coolest thing ever just put James Cameron in charge or smth
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 8 months
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all work is cancelled. everyone stay home and do nothing and lay in bed sooooooo cutely and watch tv shows and have no obligations and kiss together
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 10 months
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mildly revealing information but
DEAR JOHN?????? I GOT TO SEE DEAR JOHN LIVE?!!!?!!
it’s been over 24 hours and I’m still reeling what an experience I feel like the luckiest person wth
it should be known that my first concert ever was speak now tour so talk about full circle baby
spontaneous tears DID occur during enchanted and the minute and a half long applause for champagne problems as it deserves😌
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911-i-fell-in-a-hole · 11 months
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do you guys ever think about how some wild animals just wear shoes inside the house??
crazy
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no thoughts head empty,
just bokuroo
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Happiness Will Come To You.
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Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags
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“imagine your otp”
i do. always. in literally every scenario.
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my mom forgot my birthday🙃
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