but it's supposed to be my halloween costume so i don't know

This is Halloween?

(A/N: I have no idea why this popped into my head, but I’ve been giggling about it all day.)

Originally posted by lucifersagents

The day before Halloween, Chuck decided to pay an unannounced visit to you, begging you to try and teach his angels about human customs. Without waiting for a reply he left, dumping the four archangels in your lap without so much as a starting point for what to teach them.

Being that it’s Halloween, you figured it would at least be worth a laugh to take them trick-or-treating, giving them the very basics of costume etiquette and leaving the rest to their imagination.

Michael dresses up in the most stereotypical cartoon devil costume he could find, clearly with the sole intention of angering Lucifer as much as possible.

Lucifer dresses up in old fashion pinstripe prisoner garb, which you’re certain is a shot against Chuck.

Raphael doesn’t see the point in learning such a custom and refuse to participate, though the promise of candy makes him at least want to tag along (even if he won’t admit it.)

Gabriel goes all out in full ‘Sweet Transvestite’ costume, high heels, fishnets and broad smile on his heavily painted face because he knows he nailed it.

Somehow he’d also managed to talk Castiel into joining them, and despite his reservation about Gabriel’s costume choice for him, he was assured that it was customary.

You stare at him, wearing black silk and lace lingerie, topped off with tiny ears set on his head.

Admist your shock and giggles, you manage to ask him what he’s supposed to be.

His brow furrows and he squints his eyes, as if the answer should be obvious, given the explanation Gabriel gave him and he merely states,

“I am told this is what a mouse would wear.”



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jealous | chapter five

pairing: baekhyun x reader x chanyeol

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 2,994

summary: baekhyun is heartbroken after you leave him. he decides to start over and try to get over you by moving into a new apartment building where he meets chanyeol. what he later finds out is that chanyeol has been your boyfriend for the past month.

pov: baekhyun + chanyeol diary entries

rating: whether you’re an underage hard stan or a legal soft stan, reader whatever the hell you wanna read.

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October 28, 2017 [Fri.]

[23:45] I am fucking tired. Thank god tomorrow is Saturday because if I had work, I wouldnt be able to wake up probably. Park fucking Chanyeol is such a pain in the ass. I don’t hate it though.

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willowywings  asked:

"So I work in the annual Halloween Fair's haunted mansion/maze and I love terrorising all the random schmucks that come through here, my job is awesome. People pay to get in, so I don't normally feel guilty about scaring the crap out of them, but you're here on your own, you look lost, and you seem legit terrified for your life, not the fun kind... and shit man, I'm not really gonna kill you, actually, are you okay? Wait, please don't cry... look, LOOK, it's a mask! Please breathe." AU? (ILY!!!)

My Halloween gift to you, friend. Such a great prompt, thank. ^-^ 

Castiel loves working at the haunted house. It’s not something he ever would have expected prior to getting hired—he’s always been more of the quiet, bookish type—but when his cousin Gabriel offered him the job his senior year of high school, the thought of a paycheck was too good to refuse.

And god, is he glad he didn’t.

Being the owner’s cousin has always granted him a few privileges in The Pit, as the haunted house was lovingly named in honor of Gabriel’s brother Lucifer, who had provided the initial funding behind it. The most significant of these privileges was that he’d always had his pick of roles to play. His first year, back when he was still skeptical about the job in general, he had volunteered to be in ‘the void’. Meaning, he’d get to jump out at people who couldn’t see an inch in front of their faces due to the all-consuming darkness.

And that’s where he got his first taste for fear. It was impossible to resist coming back.

Castiel’s second year, he chose to wear a hockey mask and wave a chainsaw at guests as they fled The Pit’s final rooms and the building itself. His third year he was a scarecrow, pretending to be inanimate by the admission line outside, until the opportunity presented itself to lurch from his post. And this year?

This year may just be the best one yet.

This year, Castiel is playing the ‘burning man’ (a name Gabriel laughs at every time he says it, especially in conjunction with his cousin), a new role in one of The Pit’s central rooms. With a combination of lights, special effects, and even some (very controlled) pyrotechnics, it actually looks like Castiel is on fire.

So far, over the course of The Pit’s first week of the year, his shtick has varied a bit day by day. Sometimes he screams in agony for the people walking through, other times wails and begs for them to save him…. Always something along those lines. It’s incredibly cheesy either way, but his audience always looks horrified, and is always eager to get out of his room.

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anonymous asked:

Like I don't know if you're taking prompts or not, so I'm gonna leave this here before I forget. Instead of wearing matching costumes to a halloween party au, they accidently wear a couples costume to a halloween party au. (Mckirk)

HALLOWEEN

The party’s in full swing, and Leonard can’t get drunk fast enough. He keeps to himself at the back table, trying to hide in the flickering shadows as much as he can while tugging surreptitiously at the stupidly short skirt riding up the back of his thighs.

Goddamn Perkins, Johnson, Orlo, and the lot of them for forcing him into this. He swears the straws for Halloween costumes were rigged; there’s no way that the other three surgeons managed to snag perfectly legitimate costumes while he ended up with the nurse dress. He’s already managed to break one stiletto and tossed the other under the table with its snapped twin, standing uncomfortably on the cold floor in a pair of white stockings.

Still, he has to admit, it’s a hell of a party. The pediatric department’s hosting, and the younger staff definitely know how to have a good time. He’s wondering whether or not to risk ridicule and venture out towards the fondue fountain in the corner when the door opens, spilling a slice of bright light into the dim room as someone slips in.

Leonard gives the newcomer a passing glance, then freezes and looks harder. “What the hell?”

“Bones!” Jim calls, struggling to reach him through the crowd. He’s wearing a lab coat that Leonard distinctly recognizes as his own over a set of scrubs, a stethoscope swinging around his neck as he finally breaks free and flops to a halt in front of Leonard. “What’re you doing back here, man, the party’s over there.”

“You-” Leonard splutters, suddenly overly aware of the air conditioning trying to blow up his skirt, and he gives it another self-conscious pull. “What the hell are you supposed to be?”

Jim frowns pensively and pats his chest. “I’m you. Obviously.” While Leonard’s attempting to comprehend that recent bit of nonsense, Jim’s eyes travel appreciatively up and down Leonard’s body, lingering on the hemline of his skirt and the plunging neckline that Leonard’s already managed to spill his drink on two times. “Jesus, Bones.”

Leonard swallows at the rough edge in Jim’s voice and decides he’s too sober for this. “I don’t recall inviting you,” he mutters, ducking his head and reaching for another plastic cup. “You don’t even work here.”

“They know me,” Jim says distractedly. “Christine invited me, because somebody wouldn’t.”

Leonard refuses to look at the puppy eyes he knows are currently happening in full force. “I live with you already,” he points out. “Maybe I wanted a night out.”

"No, no, I think it’s because of this.” Jim reaches out, fingering Leonard’s skirt, and his hand skims along Leonard’s bare skin. “You didn’t want me to see you like this.”

"Of course not,” Leonard says, flushing, and he tosses back the contents of the cup. When he looks back up, Jim’s watching him, his lips parted unconsciously and the tip of his tongue at the corner of his mouth.

“There’s a joke in here somewhere,” Jim murmurs, almost to himself, and he steps closer, his hand fitting against the back of Leonard’s thigh and pulling him against the length of Jim’s body. “About nurses and doctors.”

“Don’t you dare,” Leonard grumbles, shivering when Jim’s fingers slide higher, brushing against the edge of-

“Shit, Bones, are you wearing-”

“They came with the dress,” Leonard snaps, flustered, and he finds himself grabbing the lab coat, pulling Jim closer instead of pushing him away like he ought to do. “Jim, we’re in public-”

“We can fix that,” Jim breathes, his fingertips barely sliding under the hem of the panties, and Leonard exhales shakily before nodding.

Both of their costumes are irreparably ruined afterwards, but he can’t quite bring himself to regret the chocolate fondue.