You’re seeing fall out boy on a concert. Everyone is having a great time. Fall out boy seem a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys.” Partick says. All of a sudden P!ATD come out and start singing “this is gospel.” When Brendon gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing…
“When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band.”
Lights flash everywhere, and you see FOB singing “this is gospel” along with P!ATD, while MCR is singing “Black parade”. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Dan and Phil walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.
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౨ৎ your costume, what candy you want most, favorite halloween / horror movie !!
(if you don’t do candy on halloween, you can just do your favorite candy in general to substitute)
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I'm seated. The Madison Beer website updaters are scared and asking me to click off because "the vinyl hasn't been restocked yet" but I'm simply too seated.
˖ ❜୧ headcannon 𑇛 ˖ :: requested here rapper!chris and bitchy!reader are taking you to a haunted house ⊹ 𓈒
Halloween with you and Chris means the biggest party of the year !! red lights, smoke, cameras flashing, and bass rattling the marble floors. You show up late, looking like sin in latex and lace, and the whole room turns to stare. He’s already there, leaning against the bar, black mask pushed up on his curls, diamonds glinting under the strobe. When he sees you, he forgets whatever girl was talking to him mid-sentence.
❝Bout time, princess,❞ he says when you reach him, voice rough, eyes dragging down your body like worship. You just smirk, sipping from his drink before handing it back. All night, it’s power plays... you dancing with your friends, him watching from a corner like he’s plotting something, the air electric every time your eyes meet.
Someone plays one of his unreleased songs, but you? You hear the way he layered your moans in the drop, and it’s like a secret burning between you.
By 2am, you’re on his lap in the VIP booth, his chain brushing your collarbone, his hand on your thigh. ❝I told you I’d make you part of the track, baby,❞ he whispers, and you just smile wicked, perfect, untouchable.
₊ 𝓢𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝓢𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝓕𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝓛𝐎𝐋𝐀 ֹ ˖ they always flop and this is so ew but i'm too lazy to gaf tonight <3
