steponmeshoeman

He's Adopted

“What exactly is the point of a fancy dress party?” Jim asked, as they browsed rows of gaudy, cheap Halloween costumes. Jim had a job that required a bit of undercover work - at a Halloween party. He charged his client double. 

“I think it’s a bigger thing in America,” Sebastian said, pulling a headband with devil’s horns off a display and placing them on Jim’s head. Jim glanced in the mirror quick before finding a pair of tiger ears for Sebastian. He thwapped them against Sebastian’s chest, and Sebastian slipped them on, adjusting his hair in the mirror. He threw his arm around Jim’s shoulder and leaned down, pressing their cheeks together to make faces in the mirror. Jim rolled his eyes, but didn’t take off the headband. 

“Well, you’re going to look tall and obvious no matter what you wear, so I don’t care what your costume is,” Jim said, running a hand across the costumes on the rack as he walked down the isle. “I’ve got a chance at blending in, so I’ll be something popular…” he turned around to see Sebastian missing in action. 

“Jim, get your skinny little Irish arse over here!” he called, and Jim tramped across the store to the corner where Sebastian was standing holding up two costumes. 

Jim arched his eyebrow. 

“So it’s obvious that you’d be Loki, right?” Sebastian asked, grinning. “And I’d be Thor.”

For Steph <3 I hope you feel better honey. (also this is like, MICRO fic, but I gotta go to bed. sowwy.)

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VOILA SHOES FOR THE AMAZING STEPONMESHOEMAN I think they are done. (Yes the side with the houses is….um….fuck those houses)

But yeah this is my first order complete(all part of the Plan)…and the secret extra present thats a secret thing of secret….yup its gonna be awesome. Email me Steph if you see this. or get on Skype.

(EDIT: I Literally just made a few small changes too….a few little things I saw in the pictures that annoyed me.)

steponmeshoeman answered your question: one more one word prompt?

Peppermint

James Morairty leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his sniper’s lips, a reward of sorts for nothing in particular. He drew back quickly with a brief curse. “

What the f— Bastian,” he grimaced, heading for the Irish whiskey on the counter, nevermind the fact that it was barely 9 am in the morning.

“What’s wrong, Jim?” Sebastian asked as he watched Jim take a healthy swig of the whiskey.

“You taste disgusting,” Jim cringed at the thought, but put the bottle down, obliviously satisfied with his impromptu mouthwash.

“I haven’t done nothing different,” Sebastian insisted, “Maybe it’s the eggs you made for breakfast.”

Jim glared at him. “There isn’t a bloody thing wrong with my cooking, Moran,” his eyes narrowed. “Bastian,” Jim continued, “what sort of toothpaste did you buy yourself yesterday?”

“I dunno,” Sebastian replied, “Peppermint something, it was cheap.”

Jim hissed, practically as if cursing, “I loathe peppermint. Go and buy something decent. Try mint.”

steponmeshoeman  asked:

THEA YOU HUSH UP AARON CARTER. NICK CARTER. CARTER CARTER CARTER. CARTERS ARE PERFECT. CARTERS ARE LOVE.

OKAY NO. NICK CARTER IS AND WAS HOT AS HELL. THE CUTIEST OF THE CUTE. THE HOTTEST. H-O-T TAMALE. SERIOUSLY. 10/10 WOULD LICK. HOT AS A MOTHERFRICKER but yeah not aaron carter. looking back then he was cute-ish but eh and now he’s pretty ugg.

i will fight you to the death over this. boybands are serious business.

guys i got so upset in the mormor tag on omegle that i finally just said 
“WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET A DECENT MORMOR SMUT SCENE
DO I HAVE TO GIVE A LEG
AN ARM
I’LL DO IT, I’LL FUCKING DO IT" 
and the person was so kind they just liSTENED TO ME VENT ABOUT HOW BAD MY DAY WAS AND THEN ASKED FOR MY TUMBLR SO THEY COULD SEND HUGS AND I JUST 
IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW MY MOOD IS BETTER THANK YOU STEPONMESHOEMAN