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Thank you all so much for your comments on my last post. I'll be getting back to them, but I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate it. *smishes you all*

Stolen from tons of people on my flist:

Happy Halloween!

If you've never had a chance to go trick or treating, if you miss running around in costumes, or if you just like random presents, here's your chance! (stolen verbatim from rhombal)

Knock on my door, you little rascals, and I'll give you a treat! Also you should totally tell me what you're dressed up as.

I'm not sure what I'm giving out yet, it'll probably be random, but if you have some preference for drabbles/icons/mini-picspams/song recs/MS Paint pictures, let me know, and I'll do my best. Otherwise it'll be a surprise!

And feel free to post this on your journal, so I can come trick or treating at your door!

eta. This is also serving as my Fic or Treat post, so welcome, my little Fic or Treaters!

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[anothersadsong.livejournal.com]

trick or treat!

Hopefully this will serve as a treat! :)

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"There's a good reason-" Patrick begins.

"These tables are numbered, honey, you just haven't thought of it yet?" Pete interjects, and Patrick looks downright disgruntled.

"No Panic references tonight," Patrick says firmly, and Pete doesn't even try to contain his laughter. Joe joins in, but then, Joe just came out of the bathroom followed by a pretty intense cloud of smoke, so there's a good chance he doesn't even know what he's laughing at. "What was I...? Oh right, now, seriously, like, there's a good reason nobody but specialty stores sell costumes in my size. I'm not dressing up."

Pete bounces off the couch and throws his arm around Patrick's shoulder. "Paaaatrick," he croons, "You have to dress up. I can't go by myself."

"Joe'll go, right Joe?" Patrick sounds halfway between pleading and threatening.

Joe looks up, shaking his head. "I uh, I'm going, but dude. Not as Pete's date. No way."

Patrick frowns. "What're you going as then?"

Joe pulls off his hoodie (with minimal struggle over the shock of hair) and points to the nametag on his chest. One of the ones that's not Pete or Patrick from Fall Out Boy.

Pete and Patrick pause, but Joe grins, eyes squinting up at the sides, and they laugh with him.

"So you're going as yourself?" Pete says, mock disapprovingly.

"How's that any worse than your idea?" Patrick asks, trying to shake Pete's arm off.

Pete just grips him tighter, and for a second Patrick thinks he's actually going to attach himself to Patrick's side like some kind of clingy monkey.

"My idea's awesome, you're just a stick-in-the-mud."

Patrick arches an eyebrow. "Really? A stick-in-the-mud? What are you, my grandmother?"

Pete leans in, puckering up his lips and affecting a high, warbly voice. "Just call me Granny Stumph, give your old granny a kiss, you handsome young man, you. Don't mind the smell, it's just the Dentucreme!"

Patrick tries unsuccessfully to extricate himself from Pete's grasp, and finally relents, laughing. "Fine, fine! I'll go to the party with you! Just get off!"

Pete doesn't let go, asking warily, "And you'll wear the costume?"

Patrick nods, rolling his eyes. Pete lets out a barking laugh and lets go of Patrick long enough to run to the back of the bus and grab the two costumes he'd picked out.

Half an hour later, Patrick emerges from the bathroom. He's obviously uncomfortable in the v-neck t-shirt that shows off the smudgy fake tattoo winding over his chest. The jeans he's wearing are a little tighter than he's used to, and the shaggy, dark wig makes his head itch. His eyes are a little red from when he'd poked himself in the eye with the eyeliner pencil, but the bleariness doesn't really bother him since he can't see much without his glasses anyway.

When Pete comes out from the back, Patrick can't resist putting his glasses back on.

Pete grins at him from underneath the brim of a trucker hat, pulled low over his forehead, almost touching the thick frames of his glasses. The reddish glued-on sideburns are hard to miss, and pieces of blond-ish hair flip out from under the hat. He's got a green argyle sweater on over a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that don't look like they'll cut off his circulation.

Patrick keeps the glasses on. He doesn't particularly like looking at himself in the mirror every day, but somehow Pete makes even Patrick's innate dorkiness look hot.

Pete keeps grinning even as he pulls Patrick's glasses off. "Trust me, you look hot."

Patrick rolls his eyes but grins, secretly pleased. "Yeah, you would think that."

Joe comes up behind them and looks between them. "This is gonna freak me out all night." He's out the door and headed for the party before they can reply.

Pete throws his arm around Patrick's shoulder again and kisses his cheek. "Is that creepy? It's kinda like kissing myself."

"Like you wouldn't if you had the chance."

Pete cocks an eyebrow. "Isn't this my chance?"

Joe's the only member of Fall Out Boy to attend the party that night.

[afavoritemelody.livejournal.com]

hehe, I need to make my own post for this

Trick or Treat :D

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"No, no, no, like this," Brendon explains impatiently, clapping and turning to kick his leg out. He's been trying to teach Ryan the new choreography for the Halloween video for a half an hour now, Ryan getting progressively more and more snappy with his replies.

Spencer sits along the back wall of the room they're practicing in, ankle resting on top of his opposite leg. "Ten bucks says they're at least shoving each other inside of five minutes."

Jon laughs beside him, trying unsuccessfully to turn it into a choking cough when Ryan shoots him a glare. "Ten bucks says they're fucking in a closet within ten."

Spencer shrugs and reaches over to shake Jon's hand without looking at him.

"Ryan, you have to at least act like you're enjoying it, come on."

"My face is gonna be wrapped in toilet paper, Brendon, who the fuck cares if I look like I'm enjoying myself?"

Brendon looks hurt, but shakes it off. "People can tell. Body language. Now, let's do it again, it's clap, kick, jump to the left-"

"I thought it was jump to the right," Spencer interjects mildly.

Brendon frowns and scratches at the back of his head. "No, I'm pretty sure it's jump to the left."

"No, he's right, it's to the left." Ryan sounds like he's itching for a fight, and Brendon, surprisingly, takes a second to consider his reply.

"Hey." Jon elbows Spencer in the ribs and mutters quietly, "No cheating."

Spencer points to himself and mouths, who, me? Jon shakes his head, but he's smiling.

"You're not taking it seriously, do you even care how it ends up looking in the video?" Brendon's asking Ryan, voice strained.

Jon clears his throat and they both transfer their glares to him. "I was just gonna say," he says, hands up to placate them, "Ryan was saying the other day that you were really working your ass off on it to get it right."

Ryan had actually said Brendon's becoming a complete freak about the Halloween dance. Jon chose to interpret that as admiration for Brendon's hard work.

Ryan doesn't argue.

Brendon deflates immediately and crosses his arms. He almost looks bashful. "Thanks," he mumbles.

Ryan nods and looks away, uncomfortable. "You wanna, uh, try it again?"

As they start the routine yet again, Spencer turns his whole body toward Jon. "You're a dirty cheat."

Jon shrugs. "All's fair when there's ten bucks on the table."

"I'm surprised you didn't just hand them a condom," Spencer says dryly.

"I've only got the one on me, and I'm saving it," Jon says, staring straight ahead, lips twitching.

Spencer hums noncommittally, but he readjusts himself pretty unsubtly.

"It's not like we're dancing The Swan Princess here!" Ryan's yelling.

"Well it's not like I'm asking you to dance The Swan Princess here," Brendon yells back. "It's a few simple steps, and you're not even trying!"

"I'm done," Ryan mutters, throwing his hands up. He has to pass Brendon to head for the door, but Brendon stops him with a hand on his shoulder. Fairly predictably, Ryan slaps his arm away. "Don't touch me right now, Brendon."

"You're just gonna walk out? That's your answer?"

"Yeah, that's my answer, get out of my way." Ryan shoves at Brendon, not even hard enough to make him stumble, but Brendon reacts immediately, shoving Ryan back, hard enough to send him flailing toward the floor-length mirror on the wall. Ryan's shoulder hits it first, and they all wince at the loud crack.

Ryan grabs his shoulder, teeth locked together and the muscle in his jaw jumping.

"Oh shit, Ry, I'm sorry, man. I didn't-" Brendon reaches out, but Ryan slaps him away again.

"Save it."

[of-evangeline.livejournal.com]

*runs up with a waffle ice cream cone taped to forehead*

I'm a unicorn! Trick or treeeeeeeaaat! \o/

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"Are you sure they're done?" Gerard asks, eyeing a deflated cupcake. They'd looked fine when they took them out of the oven, but then the centers had all fallen in and now they just look kind of...pitiful.

"Yeah, they're done," Frank confirms, poking at one of them. He doesn't revise his statement even when the one he poked completely folds in on itself.

Gerard looks over at the long row of perfectly round, fluffy cupcakes Brendon is busy frosting. "Theirs don't look...soggy."

Frank crosses his arms defensively. "Theirs are probably dry as shit and taste like cardboard. Ours have...personality."

Gerard finds it a little worrisome that the first adjective Frank grabs to describe their cupcakes is not something anyone would ever choose to describe a pastry of any kind.

"Having trouble?" Spencer calls over his shoulder, licking the last traces of a fingertip full of cupcake batter off his lips.

"Motherfucker, don't question our cupcake-making ability. I've cut bitches for less." Frank says it without any real heat, too busy trying to coax the ruined cupcakes back into shape.

Spencer grins and goes back to stirring their last bowl of batter. When it's thick and gloopy and perfect, he sets it aside and stands behind Brendon, hooking his chin over Brendon's shoulder. "Taste?"

Brendon smushes the tube and coats his finger in pink frosting, reaching behind him to offer it to Spencer. Spencer pays a good deal more attention to Brendon's finger than is totally necessary, sucking and licking at it until all traces of frosting are gone.

"If you're done sucking Brendon's finger off," Frank starts, attempting grouchy but achieving grudgingly interested, "We need the frosting."

"All yours," Spencer says, making a sweeping motion with his arm. He and Brendon take off for parts unknown, their rows upon rows of perfect cupcakes sitting mockingly next to Frank and Gerard's sad little underachievers.

Gerard sighs and rolls up his sleeves.

"Hey, Gee, if we add more food coloring to the frosting, we could probably get it to match your hair," Frank grins, gleeful now that Spencer and Brendon aren't around to babysit their impeccable confections.

"Yeah, we could, if I could find the frosting," Gerard mutters, moving the eggs and flour out of the way, pushing the cupcakes around in an attempt to find the frosting tube.

Frank frowns and joins the search. "It was right here, they were just using it."

There's a loud, "Oh, Spencer," from the next room.

"I think they uh, might not be done using it," Gerard says, his hands flailing around in some attempt to illustrate the point.

Frank grabs one of the perfect cupcakes and bites into it viciously. Gerard leans in and licks away a crumb from Frank's lip. "Let's decimate them," he grins, and for a second Frank thinks Gerard's going to bust in on Spencer and Brendon's Porn-o-Rama. But then Gerard grabs a cupcake, peels the wrapper off delicately, and then shoves the entire thing into his mouth.

Frank can't help but try to outdo him.

pee ess; your costume is the cutest omg. I hope this little ficlet serves as an acceptable treat - it's based on that adorable picture tardis80 drew you. ;)

[rhombal.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat! :D

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

(\o/ I'm totally doing this tomorrow)

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They'd spent the day traveling, playing, and celebrating Frank's birthday, which left very little time for anything else. By the time they got to the hotel, even Frank, of the Eternal and Where-the-Fuck-Does-It-Come-From Energy, was hitching a ride on Bob's back.

"To bed, Jeeves," Frank mumbled against Bob's sweaty shirt. Ray walked a few paces behind them, hyper-aware of Bob's penchant for losing patience with Frank at the most inopportune times. Ray at least stood a chance of breaking Frank's fall if Bob chose to throw him off.

The trip upstairs was uneventful, or at least Bob didn't drop Frank like a sack of potatoes until they'd reached their room. The trip upstairs did include Gerard running into a wall, stumbling over his own feet, and trying to get into a room that wasn't his with increasingly vocal frustration.

Ray left Mikey to handle him, since he was busy listening at Bob and Frank's door to make sure Bob wasn't drowning Frank in the toilet.

"Gerard, hey, Gee, I think this is our room," Mikey said, swiping his own keycard through the scanner. The green light lit up and the door clicked open, releasing a gust of stale, artificially-chilled air into the hallway.

Gerard left his key in the opposite door's scanner and stumbled into the right room, not even bothering to kick off his shoes before he collapsed on the bed.

Mikey rolled his eyes and grabbed Gerard's keycard before he headed in himself.

Gerard was snoring lightly, makeup streaked down his face and heavy suit jacket stretched tight across his shoulders. It was the first day back out on the road, and none of them were quite used to the toll it took yet.

Mikey slid Gerard's shoes off and carefully extricated him from his jacket, loosened his tie and slid his belt out from the loops.

"Mrgh," Gerard mumbled against the pillows.

Mikey grinned and leaned over to find his bag, digging through it until he found what he was looking for. Then he pressed himself flush against Gerard, nudging him over until Gerard relented and turned on his side, opening bleary eyes to squint at Mikey in the dark room.

"Motherfucker," he whispered, voice rough from use and interrupted sleep, "I'm tired."

Mikey leaned in and pressed his lips to Gerard's, soft, chaste, almost brotherly if you didn't count the way Gerard's tongue snuck out to lick at Mikey's lips until they opened.

Gerard hummed against Mikey's mouth, pleased. "You taste like candy corn."

Mikey kissed him again, smearing more of the flavored lip balm onto Gerard's lips. "Happy Halloween, Gee."

Gerard didn't bother answering. He suddenly wasn't so tired.

I don't really know what you like beyond Waycest, so I hope fluff sweet enough to rot your teeth is ok. :D

[alternatekeys.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat :)

[sarah-p.livejournal.com]

Fic or treat! I'm dressed up as a pirate, because gratuitous booty jokes=the POINT of this holiday, right? ;)

[idktbh.livejournal.com]

trick or treat ;D

[mutelorelei.livejournal.com]

trick or treat! :D

I'm indulging in dressing in some punk gothic lolita wear instead of a 'costume' this year. I would like to wear such clothing on regular days too, but I'm probably a bit old for it.

[maryangel200.livejournal.com]

TRICK OR TREAT!!!!!!

[icalynn.livejournal.com]

Fic or treat!! *g*

[foxinmyhands.livejournal.com]

Fic or treat!

[dreximgirl.livejournal.com]

Fic or treat

[rebecca-star.livejournal.com]

Hiiiiii, fic or treat! I'm dressed up as Frank Iero! I'd like a drabble, hmmm let's see. My Chem specific?

[starxd-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Knock knock! Fic or treat :D

[meegzi31.livejournal.com]

*knock knock* TRICK-OR-TREEEEEEEEAT!!!

[chosenfire28.livejournal.com]

Fic or Treat :D

[imconfusedotcom.livejournal.com]

TRICK OR TREAT.

also: omg, have you seen this (http://evocatory.livejournal.com/20253.html) yet? i flailed AND THOUGHT OF YOU AND ISAAC HAYES AND THE MUSTACHE CONTEST OF THE YEAR.

[yan-tan-tether.livejournal.com]

*raps with the gargolyle-shaped knocker*

TRICK OR TREAT!

And I'm gonna be dressed as, erm, a ghost dwarf :D

[xolunchbox.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat!
I'm a Gecko (I'm totally serious, too XD)

[kerri-is-dead.livejournal.com]

Fic or treat :D!

And, truthfully, I am dressing as Wonder Woman. </ shame>

[http://users.livejournal.com/_calex_/]

Fic or Treat!


ahdnfaodnf You write Boondock Saints. You write Connor/Murphy of Boondock Saints. I might just love you. =D Anything Boondock Saints related will make me happy. <3

[delicatelight.livejournal.com]

HI! Fic or Treat, please!

[aelora.livejournal.com]

Fic or treat! :)

[saykendrawithme.livejournal.com]

TRICK OR TREAT! :D