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New Years
So itâs way past the New Year now, but hereâs a short New Year vignette anyway...:) Just imagine... Itâs New Years Eve and you and Patrick are standing in the hurricane eye of a house party. People swarm around, drunk and dancing, but the space youâve carved out for yourselves is calm and happy. At some point, Patrick slipped an arm around you and you feel soft and warm pressed up against him. On any other night this closeness might feel awkward - you and Patrick have been dancing around your feelings for each other for months - but here at the edge of the year it just feels natural, like heâs meant to have his arm around your waist, like youâre meant to lay your head on his shoulder. When the countdown begins, you lift your head and both of you share an intense moment. You can feel your heart beating with all the words you want to say but your mouth just canât seem to form the words. But then you feel Patrick touch your face and hear him whisper, âHappy New Year,â as the clock chimes and the ball drops and the crowd erupts into cheers. As he presses his lips to yours. As you kiss each other deeply to bring in the new year.
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Imagine Patrick Stump watching a friendâs kids on Halloween and feeling bad that they arenât celebrating, so he dresses up with them as different superheroes and takes them trick-or-treating.

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jump scares.
a/n; for the anon who asked for patrick teasing you for getting scared on halloween but ends up getting freaked out by a jump scare during your horror movie marathon :) hope u enjoy!!
You screamed, causing Patrick to laugh as he removed the Halloween mask from his head.Â
âYou shouldâve seen your face,â He told you as he grinned, hair ruffled from the mask. Patrick ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. âGosh, I canât believe that scared you.â
âYouâre so mean!â You shouted, whacking him playfully on the arm. Patrick growled, and you giggled as he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the couch. He plopped you down on the sofa, walking over to the dvds and shifting through them.
âLetâs have a Halloween movie marathon.â You suggested, wrapping yourself up in a blanket.
âThatâs exactly what I was thinking,â Patrick replied, setting a stack of scary movies on the coffee table. âThe question is..are you brave enough?â He teased, giving you a questioning look. You glared, throwing a couch pillow at him and making him grin.
Patrick made the two of you some hot chocolate, placing the mugs on the coffee table along with a plate of cookies. You were already looking through the movies he had picked out, trying to decide on which one had the most jump scares.
âI heard The Conjuring was pretty scary,â You told him. Youâd actually seen the movie yourself, so you knew it wouldnât scare you as much. But Patrick didnât need to know that.
âHavenât seen it,â Patrick replied, taking the dvd case from you. âLetâs watch it.â He gave you a mischievous grin, putting the dvd in the player before returning to the couch to cuddle with you.
You munched on some cookies, looking over at Patrick every now and then to see his reactions. He didnât seem too scared at first, just really into the film. That was until a certain point, which wasnât even the best jump scare in the movie. He screamed a curse word, knocking the plate of cookies over that was seated on his lap, as well as spilling his hot chocolate all over himself.
You bit your lip, struggling not to laugh. You wanted to tease Patrick like he did you, but he was wearing his favorite cardigan and a David Bowie shirt so he looked incredibly bummed already. You paused the movie, ordering him to remove his clothes as you went off to your shared bedroom to get him new ones.Â
When you returned, Patrick had done as he was told and was sitting on the couch in his boxers while pouting. His hair was still a mess and you smiled at how cute he looked.
âHere,â You said, handing him the clean clothes.
âThanks..â Patrick mumbled, pulling the shirt over his head and pulling on the pajama pants. He sighed, leaning down the pick up the cookies. You threw his dirty clothes in the laundry before returning to help him.
âIâm sorry.â He told you, looking at you with sad eyes. âI kind of ruined our movie watching, huh?â
âNo, you didnât.â You assured him, brushing his bangs out of his face. You smiled, kissing him softly. âI sort of picked that movie to scare you..little did I know you would spill hot chocolate all over yourself. So itâs really all my fault."Â
Patrick shook his head, "Nah, I deserved it.â He grinned, âWhat do you say we watch a less scary scary movie?â He questioned, making you laugh. You agreed, the both of you searching for movie that wouldnât make Patrick spill things on himself again.
31 Days of October With Patrick Stump
October 1st: Youâre woken up with a kiss and the words âItâs the first of Halloween!â. He spends the rest of the day asking you which songs would fit in a Halloween playlist. He also creates a list of Halloween movies to watch.
October 2nd: Once he gets back from a meeting with the guys, he asks you what youâre going to be for Halloween. When you tell him you donât have any plans to be anything, he immediately goes through all the people you could be. You finally decide on Wendy Darling after he agrees to be Peter Pan.
October 3rd: You have a lazy day and just lie in bed together. He softly talks about pumpkin spice flavored coffee while playing with your hair. You remind him that he takes his coffee black, holding back giggles. He rolls his eyes but smiles, reminding you that you take creamer. He then spends the next hour trying to convince you to get up and buy the two of you coffee, but you shut him up with a kiss before cuddling into his chest.
October 4th: You wake up to an otherwise empty bed. You can hear Patrick singing from the kitchen, so you sleepily drag yourself out of bed to him. He hands you a large paper cup of coffee. You take a drink and youâre overloaded with the taste of pumpkin spice. You glance up at Patrick and he has a giant smile on his face. Heâs so proud of himself for getting you to âdrink Halloweenâ. You just shake your head and call him a dweeb while smiling.
October 5th: Patrick has to be at the studio, so you spend the day shopping. You make sure to buy some pumpkin spice creamer, although youâd never admit to him that you really liked it. Patrick gets home late and the two of you go to bed immediately after he takes a shower.
October 6th: Patrick is off to the studio before you wake up. As you make yourself breakfast you notice a note taped to the fridge. âI see you liked the pumpkin spice :) -Pumpkin Stumpâ
October 7th: Patrick has a day off. You spend it teasing him with âpumpkin stumpâ. Every time you kiss, he reminds you that you taste like pumpkin spice.
October 8th: Patrick has a sick day. You two watch Ghostbusters and ignore Peteâs calls.
October 9th: He goes back to the studio again. He calls at lunch to tell you he wonât be back until after midnight because he missed a day. You listen to his Halloween playlist and clean.
October 10th: You wake up and Patrick is passed out next to you, with his clothes from yesterday still on. You leave a note saying youâre going to the store and kiss his cheek before you leave. When you get back heâs still in the same position and looks even more exhausted. You make him pumpkin pancakes and try to be as quiet as you can. When he wakes up he doesnât say much, but heâs happy about the pancakes. âYouâre getting into the Halloween spiritâ.
October 11th: Twenty days early, Patrick buys supplies to make your costumes. Patrick pokes himself while sewing multiple times, but his hat and suit came out pretty well. Your dress, however, barely looked like a dress. Patrick loves it.
October 12th: Patrick has to be at the studio, so you join him. Pete complains about Patrickâs sick day, but also asks you about your costumes. When you tell him you and Patrick are going to be Peter Pan and Wendy, Pete laughs and jokes about being Tinker Bell, AKA, âPeter Panâs side chickâ.
October 13th: As soon as you wake up, Patrick is telling you to get dressed so you two can leave. You agree, but he wonât tell you where youâre going no matter how much you beg. It takes about an hour, but you finally reach a pumpkin patch. You roll your eyes, but he drags you through all the attractions, like the pumpkin weighing contest and the mazes. You even start to get in the Halloween mood. Even though youâd never admit that to him. You take home three pumpkins, one for him, one for you, and one to share.
October 14th: Yet again, Patrick is at work. He tries to text you throughout the day with messages like âWatch Theodoreâ (what he named his pumpkin).
October 15th: Patrick comes home from the studio early. He got into a fight with Pete, so you let him vent and play with his hair while you two watch some of the Halloween movies off of his list.
October 16th: Pete comes over to talk to Patrick, who refuses to get out of bed. They talk for a couple of minutes while you sit nervously in the kitchen. Just a couple minutes later, Pete and Patrick come out together, laughing and smiling. You knew theyâd make up, but you didnât know it would happen so quickly. You and Patrick agree to go to Peteâs Halloween party that heâs throwing on the 30th.
October 17th: Patrick is back to work and you decide itâs time to buy Halloween candy. You go a little bit overboard and buy too much, but youâre sure that you and Patrick can finish the left overs.
October 18th: Patrick and you have date night. You ask him about work and he sings you a couple songs off of the album heâs working on. Patrick has to remove Theodore from your bedroom, saying âTheodore is a small child, he needs to stay innocent.â.
October 19th: If Theodore was your child, he was no longer. As soon as Patrick gets home from work, he takes your pumpkins and tells you that heâs ready to make Jack-O-Lanterns. You guys make a huge mess in the kitchen, but your pumpkins look great. You set them next to your front door, and Patrick reminds you that the rest of the house needs to be decorated.
October 20th: Decoration shopping is harder than you thought itâd be. Not because you donât know what to get, but because Patrick wants everything in the entire store. You finally decide on orange and purple lights and lots and lots of skeleton themed things.
October 21st: You and Patrick put up the decorations. Your house looks like something out of a cheesy horror movie. Patrick is in love. He even suggests that the house stays like this all year.
October 22nd: Fall Out Boy gets a gig a couple cities away, so Patrick has to pack. He hums âSpooky Girlfriendâ by Elvis Costello while smiling and winking at you. Heâs gone by the end of the night.
October 23rd: Patrickâs gig is today. Itâs live on television, so you watch it. His performance is great, and he really looks happy and confident. He calls you afterwards and when you ask him why he was so enthusiastic he tells you it was because he thought of you. And Halloween.
October 24th: Patrick gets home late, sleepy and cuddly. You two lie in bed while he ârests his eyesâ and he tells you he has plans for the two of you tomorrow. When you ask him to give you a hint, he says âItâs Halloween related.â You giggle and say âWhat isnât?â While he falls asleep.
October 25th: The new location is farther away than the pumpkin patch. Patrick still refuses to tell you what it is. When you arrive, you see that itâs a haunted house. Patrick holds your hand and squeezes it tightly whenever something scary happens. You get a bit freaked out whenever thereâs a jump scare, so Patrick holds you.
October 26th: You head to the studio with Patrick again, and it seems that everyone else is just as happy about Halloween. Well, except Andy, who is even more neutral than you. You two sit and giggle at Joe, Pete, and Patrickâs rant about how great Halloween is.
October 27th: You almost go a full day without any reference to Halloween, until your neighbor comes over and compliments your decorations. Patrick and them get into an avid discussion about Halloween while you roll your eyes at them, while smiling at how cute Patrick is when he gets passionate about Halloween.
October 28th: Finally, you admit to Patrick that heâs gotten you into the Halloween spirit. He actually cancels work so you two can bake Halloween themed cupcakes and listen to his Halloween Playlist again.
October 29th: You and Patrick perfect your costumes. You end up resewing most of your dress, while Patrick gets more accessories. Your costumes actually look good together.
October 30th: Peteâs Halloween party is amazing. Everyone has a lot of fun, thereâs bobbing for apples, horror movies, really great snacks, and âspookyâ music. About half way through, you and Patrick sneak into Peteâs room to make out and talk about how Itâs been a really good month.
October 31st: Even though youâre not going anywhere, you and Patrick put your costumes on again. You turn the lights off and light up your Jack-O-Lanterns while playing Patrickâs playlist and watching your favorite scary movies. You guys eat candy and cuddle until kids start showing up. Then, you examine costumes and give out candy as much candy as possible. Seeing so many kids happy really brought up both of your energy. At the end of the night, Patrick and you are lying in bed and he whispers, âI hope every Halloween is as good as this one.â
BONUS
November 1st: Yet again, youâre woken up with a kiss. The exclamation this time is âItâs the first of Christmas!â
PATRICKâS HALLOWEEN PLAYLIST
1. Halloween by Dead Kennedys 2. Pet Sematary by Ramones 3. Science Fiction/Double Feature from The Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack 4. Frankenstein by New York Dolls 5. Halloween by Misfits 6. Trick or Treat by Groovie Ghoulies 7. T.V. Party by Black Flag 8. Killer by The Hoosiers 9. Dead Souls by Joy Division 10. Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) by David Bowie 11. Eep Opp Ork (uh Uh) by The Dickies 12. The Witch Queen of New Orleans by Redbone 13. Post Blue by Placebo 14. Witchcraft by Frank Sinatra 15. Death of a Party by Blur 16. Thriller by Michael Jackson 17. Turn the Lights Off by Tally Hall 18. I Put a Spell on You by Screaminâ Jay Hawkins 19. Spooky Girlfriend by Elvis Costello 20. Cemetery Polka by Tom Waits 21. People Are Strange by The Doors 22. Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes 23. Time Warp from The Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack 24. House of the Rising Sun by The Animals 25. Kill of the Night by Gin Wingmore 26. Monster Mash by Bobby Morris 27. I Want You by Elvis Costello 28. Mack the Knife by Frank Sinatra 29. Bela Lugosiâs Dead by Bauhaus 30. Hell Broke Luce by Tom Waits
(Yells into the abyss) HALLOWEEN FLUFF
(the abyss yells back) I WISH
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vampy boy
A/N - vamp patrick au where the reader is his gf. patrick drinks from her and gets her off too cause heâs considerate :) tw: blood Youâre lying on Patrickâs bed, your body sinking comfortably into his soft sheets. His body covers yours, his legs straddling your hips as he kisses you slowly, softly. One of his soft, cold hands combs through your hair, smoothing it back in gentle strokes. You giggle as some of his long hair falls from behind his ear, tickling your face. He pulls back for a second and smiles, gazing at you longingly. âSomething up?â You ask, despite knowing heâs most likely just savouring the moment. âNothing, sugar. Just enjoying how beautiful you are.â Patrick says, using the voice he knows will make you blush. You pull him back down to you, pushing your lips insistently against his as a sign to keep moving. He takes the hint, moving one hand to the back of your head and lightly gripping your hair, tilting your head to move you to where he wants you. Patrick takes full advantage of the access, kissing you deeper and gliding his tongue across your lower lip. You match his movements, tangling a hand in his strawberry blonde hair and tugging gently. Your mouth opens for him almost of itâs own accord, letting him slide his tongue inside. Moaning softly, you gladly take him in as he explores your mouth. You sense a slight sharpness on your tongue, opening your eyes in the realisation that Patrickâs fangs have extended. He senses you jump, pulling away once more to look at you with concern. âI... uh, baby Iâm sorry you just, you do something to me, you know?â He says as if trying to explain himself. You smile, still flattered at the fact that his body responds to you so easily. You love knowing how much he wants you in every way. âPatrick itâs okâ You say, caressing the side of his face with one hand. You stroke over one of his sideburns and he nuzzles into your hand as you continue, âBabe, you havenât really took a drink in a while. You do know I donât mind when you do, right? It doesnât hurt, I promise. Besides, you always make it so much funâ You may lie about the pain just a little to save his feelings, but it genuinely doesnât hurt enough to be unpleasant. He also has a habit of mixing a fair amount of pleasure for you in there too, something which you shiver to think about. After all, you think, he has to eat and youâd much rather his lips were on your neck than on someone elseâs. He still has the apologetic look in his eyes. So you prop yourself up on your elbows and peck him quickly on the lips, speaking in an innocent but tempting voice that you know will tease him. âWhat, do I not taste as nice as the other girls?â His eyes darken as he pushes you down so youâre once again on your back, him towering over you. âYou know thereâs no other girls.â He says simply, kissing along your jawline. The scruff of his sideburns scratches your skin as he becomes more passionate, as if heâs trying to prove to you how much he wants you, needs you even. Itâs exactly what you intended to happen. âYou really want me?â You ask, wanting him to be completely confident in his answer. Giving him everything makes you so happy, and sometimes you just wish heâd realise that. âFuck, yes.â He replies gruffly, starting to tease himself by licking over the delicate skin of your throat. You feel ready for him, sensing your heart rate quicken as he ghosts his fingers over your body. âThen take me.â Is all you say to him. Patrickâs movements quicken and become more intense, his hands roaming your body as they cup and squeeze every place he knows will earn a moan. He slides a hand up your shirt, lightly playing with your left breast as he mouthes over your neck. He always leaves hickeys, something which you find ironic given that he also leaves literal love bites. âIs this ok?â He mutters, wanting to make sure youâre comfortable with him touching you like this whilst he feeds on you. You not enthusiastically, finding the whole situation pretty hot. âFuck, yes please.â You gasp out. He shifts his position so that one of his legs rests between yours, and he slides one hand to the button of your jeans to deftly undo it. He teases over your panties for a few seconds, making you shiver with anticipation. You arch your back into him, swooning as he takes full advantage of your movement by using his other hand to take hold of the back of your neck. He grazes his fangs over your throat at the same time as he slides his hand into your panties, earning an excited jolt from you. You want to pull him closer, but he holds you firmly in place. âNo squirming, thatâs a good girl.â He praises you, knowing just how much it turns you on. His fingers find your clit, rubbing slowly and gently. You know itâll get more intense, but he loves to build you up to it. You moan lightly, and he decides youâre ready for him to start. âAre you ok?â He asks, âCan I?â You quickly reassure him, whispering a desperate âPatrick please, I want it.â Itâs amazing how he makes you crave something like this, his hold on you just being so strong. He kisses your neck one final time before his fangs slide in, swiftly puncturing your soft skin. It hurts initially, a sharp piercing sensation, but the light buzzing of pleasure from between your legs helps to distract you. After a couple of seconds the numbing effect sets in, preventing you from feeling a single sting. Though the puncture wounds from which your boyfriend is drinking are completely numb, the feelings in the rest of your body seem to be heightened. Coupled with Patrickâs growing speed and pressure in your clit, you start to spiral into a familiar wave of pleasure. A light, dreamy feeling starts to coarse through your veins, a sedative effect his bite has on you. You feel as if youâre on the clouds as he drops his hand slightly lower, rubbing directly over the top of your entrance for a second before returning to your clit. Itâs the kind of feeling that would normally make you jolt with delight, but under his calming spell all you can seem to do is whimper. You can see what heâs trying to do, for your benefit more than his. He wants you to orgasm whilst he takes the blood from you, making the experience as darkly enjoyable as he can. It works too, as a knotting sensation in your stomach makes you feel as though youâre on the cusp of something. You twitch as he moves his hand a little faster, pulling you to the brink. It feels more and more intense until youâre coming underneath him, your body quaking as he takes over your every sense. Your eyes flutter closed in the euphoria, the sensation of climaxing having even more of an effect in your current state. You feel weightless, as if youâre made from pleasure and he controls every part of it. When you open your eyes, you take in the sight of him above you, his mouth dripping with blood. It doesnât unnerve you as it once may have done; it means youâve taken care of him, something you always long to do. He leans over you once more to lick the wounds clean, his tongue helping them to heal already. âThank you.â He says, planting a soft and appreciative kiss on your lips. Laying down beside you, he stays pressed close to you. You turn and cosy into him, wrapping yourself in a cocoon of Patrick. âI love you.â You whisper, still not feeling completely grounded. âI love you too.â He says with certainty. He pulls you into him, arms wrapped tightly around you as if theyâre a promise of safety from the rest of the world. He takes care of you as you do him, and lying there in his arms you couldnât be more grateful for it. He plants a kiss on your forehead, stroking your hair again in a comforting motion. Before long you drift off to sleep, tangled in him and feeling completely at peace.
would u guys be interested in a vampire!trick imagine ? i wrote one last week and could send it in if thatâs cool w you guys :)
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sub!patrick anon from before, update: i went digging like an impatient fool and actually just found them myself djhgfdjhgdf sorry, here's the links if you want to post them: /post/108581467807/lollll-so-its-centuries-gal-again-here-with + /post/109419155897/urgh-after-the-promise-of-six-whole-dorito-i-caved
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a while ago (im talking circa 2015) i remember reading this set of fics on this blog about sub!patrick? the first one was about like the reader going out of town or something and patrick surprising her when she gets back with lingerie. i can't seem to find them anymore, do you happen to still have them? thanks so much
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A/N: When I started writing imagines I started with Patrick, and it has been a while so I thought it was time to return to my roots. I am incredibly rusty, so please go easy on me. If you guys like it, Iâll make more.
(note to mods: I hope I did this right. Itâs my first time submitting anything anywhere.)
I was sitting on the couch grading, and drinking some well deserved red wine. I heard the front door of my apartment being unlocked. Patrick was here. Tour life is hard for everyone. It is like one long business trip. I know he loves it, and it is good for the boys to spend time together. I put down my classâ papers on the Great Gatsby, and go to the door. It opened to reveal a very tired, but happy man in baseball cap holding a long package.
âY/N, did you order a stripper pole?â I gave him a quick peck on the lips, took the package from him, and examined it. It had my exact address on it, but I had never ordered a stripper pole.Â
âYou werenât kidding. Thatâs stripper pole.â
âWhy would I joke about something like that?â I threw the package on the counter, and pulled Patrick to the living room couch.Â
âI have stopped trying to predict human behavior.â
âYouâre a teacher.âÂ
âToday, I had to explain to a fifteen year old boy that drawing dicks on a classroom wall is wrong.â He started to giggle, but he stopped when he saw my face.Â
âIâm sorry. I am just trying to imagine you trying to explain it.â I turned to face him and looked him deep in the eyes.
âPatrick, drawing phallic objects on school property is wrong.â We both exploded into giggles. Patrick stood up and said.Â
âYou enjoy your wine and Iâll make dinner.â
âNo, today is your rest day. Tomorrow you have to go back to making a living, doing what the rest of us do in the shower before work.â He laughed and sat back down. He leaned in and kissed my forehead.Â
âTour life isnât all fun and games.â I raised my eyebrows.
âHave you ever had to do a condom and banana demonstration?â He smiled, and wrapped his arms around me.Â
âYou wanna play tour life v. teaching?â I put my head on his chest and said.
âOnly if youâre ready to lose.âÂ
âI had drink dumped on my head during a gig.â He thought he had started out strong, but nothing could match caged up horny teenagers.
âThe day after Halloween I had a boy puke on me, while explaining to me that his homework was late.â
âOk⌠one of our venues forgot to mention that they had just waxed the floors.â He was getting better, but if students are bad, nothing compares to parents. Â
âOn parent-teacher night, a father told me that it was my fault that his daughter was a lesbian, because I âdressed like 2 dime slutâ. The funny thing is that he was staring at my chest the entire time.â The look on Patrickâs face was at the crossroads of disgusted and amused. Instead of a comeback he kissed me. I smiled, and for a minute nothing else mattered. Â
âDeclaring defeat?â
âAbsolutely not, we had someone ransack our van, and take all the fuel.â Before I could stop myself I started laughing.
âIt wasnât funny.â
âNo of course not, I am just imagining you guys sitting on the side of the road, with an empty van, and I can do you one better. I was administering detention in a sex ed classroom once and when they were all leaving a kid stole the uterus model, and I had to call the principle and say âSomeone stole my uterusâ.â Now we were both laughing. That was the great thing of Patrick coming over. It always ended in laughter.
A couple hours later I woke up under a blanket but still in Patrickâs arms. He had his phone out and that cute look on his face that meant he had had a burst of inspiration. I poked him an asked.
âDo we send the stripper pole back?â
âIt does have your address on it.â
âI have no use for it. You could install it in one of the tour buses.â He feigned outrage.
âWe have kids running around.â
âItâs not like I can donate it. I got it, I am going to give it to Pete for Christmas.â I kissed Patrickâs stunned face and settled myself back to sleep. At least Christmas was sorted.

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float out boy
When you were born, your mother cried. Your father had a heart attack. You werenât a normal baby. You were only a head. You could still function. You could talk, sleep, dream, but you couldnât find someone with a similar condition. But as you grew older, you begun to realize maybe you were the only one. Maybe you would just have to be the only floating head in the world. Maybe you would never find true love. Maybe you would never find one person who knew how you felt. Your sorrows could be forgotten for a slight minute, however. You finally discovered your love for music after years of crying over your lack of a body. Bands like My Floating Romance and Float! at the Disco helped you through the lonely days, reminding you that itâs ok to be only a head. But one day, you discovered a new band. Float Out Boy. Their music made your head spin. Their lyrics made you think. They made you cry. So your loving parents decided to let you go to a concert, featuring Float 182. You were overcome with joy, screaming and flying around the room everyday until the concert. When the day finally came, you were in tears. You were going to see those who made you so happy in a world of sadness. At the stadium many people stared at you. You stared back at them menacingly, showing that you were there for a good time and thatâs what you were going to get. Then the lights came on. The guitar sounded. Three muscular bodies came on stage and got in their positions. But, you wondered, where was the singer? Finally you heard him. His voice singing âSome legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold, but youâll remember my headâŚ. remember my head for centuries.â And you saw him. He was just like you. Just a head. Just a beautiful head with a fedora on top. Then he saw you. You were just like him. Just a beautiful head with a beanie on top. So he sang and sang, looking at you the whole time. When the concert ended, you floated right to the backstage entrance, where the bouncer let you in immediately. When Patrick saw you, he smiled so brightly and floated over to you. âHi, Iâm Patrick. I am a floating head.â âHi,â you replied. âIâm Y/N. I am also a floating head.â âA beautiful floating head.â And with that u 2 kissed. It was wonderful. Your heads were floating together. âLets do itâ Patrick said. âWe cant we are literally floating heads.â âOh yeahâ And then u got married and u were happy.