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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.

Re: Hopefully this will serve as a treat! :)

[anothersadsong.livejournal.com]

ah! i love it! ♥