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here we are (it's getting dark) by st4yfrosty
Fandoms: Waterparks (Band), 5 Seconds of Summer (Band)
16 Jun 2025
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Awsten’s ratty Reeboks are quiet on the pavement, and the last box on his to-do list is checked with the sickening thump of a shovel blade smacking against the bulk of Michael’s skull.
Awsten's got things to do.
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Awsten wonders why he let Otto talk him into this.
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“Hello?”
“Hi! Are you busy? Say no.”Or, the one where Otto works himself half to death & Awsten wants to make sure that doesn't happen.
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“I’d just like you to keep an open mind. Like I said, you can say no, and I won’t be offended. But I thought you might like a personal project.”
“A personal project,” Clancy repeats, pushing an amused, sarcastic exhale out of his nose. “Like what?”
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“The singer. What was his name?”
Cody tilts his head, the long back of his hair brushing his collar. “Why? You want his number?”
Josh splutters, face coloring as he leans back on the bar. “No, Jesus, Cody. I liked his music, that’s all. I thought he was… good, I don’t know.”
Cody’s eyebrows jump to touch his hairline. “You thought one of the Friday guys was good.”
Or: the one where Tyler's a rising-ish country star finding his sound in Josh's bar.
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Danger Days Year 10 by cherrikisser (st4yfrosty), highwaytune, st4yfrosty
Fandom: (did the comics tag change???), Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys - My Chemical Romance (Album), The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys (Comic), The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: California (Comics)
08 Nov 2020
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- 1,850
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- 5
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Killjoys Concert AU by cherrikisser (st4yfrosty), highwaytune, st4yfrosty
Fandom: Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys - My Chemical Romance (Album), The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys (Comic), The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: California (Comics)
02 Dec 2020
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“Do you need help?” he shouts. The neighbor pauses, turning to him. His face is flushed, aviators slipping to sit low on his nose.
“What?” he shouts back. Bob twists his mouth up, tapping his fingers on the old wood. He leans forward a little more, pressing his toes on the railing now, too.
“Help!” he shouts again. “Do you need it?”