Timmy X Tootie Novels & Stories

I say through the mind link. “Is there anything we should know about the kids that were brought in with you? Anything we can do to reassure them? They’re quite upset,” Deacon says, and the girl stops, her gaze moving towards him. “Timmy needs his teddy. It’s a small blue bear. He can’t sleep without it. Corey likes to be cuddled, and Honey has a blanket. It’s beige with daisies on it,” The girl says, and Raff writes down what she says.

Timothy's high, childish voice rang out from time to time. "Where's your mommy?" Timothy answered, "Mommy's living in a big, beautiful house right now." "Who else is in that big, beautiful house?" "Lots of men and women." "Who are these toys and clothes for?" "It's for Mommy's—" "Timmy!" Damien was still concussed, but he forced himself to get out of bed and padded out of the room to stop Timothy from giving away any more information. Upon seeing that Damien was awake, Timothy bounded up to him and hugged him.

he yelled excitedly. “Sure, son,” Caspian replied with a smile. Timmy kept talking the whole drive. He told us about school, and how the other children were amazed at him. “I have a new friend. She's really pretty and I like her hair,” he said, making us chuckle. I can see him being flocked by girls in the future. I guess it's the genes. He sure got it from his father. Caspian’s lips stretched into a smile as he continued to drive. Not long after, the car stopped in front of famous fast food in the City.

She giggles a lot now, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her as happy as I see her now. “I don’t…” I begin but I let the words trail off because the door opens and next to Timothy stands complete perfection. From his dark hair to a beard that would put a king in Ancient Greece to shame, to his amazing, fit frame, he’s the very picture of what a man should be. A real man, “know how I could refuse,” I say softly and thankfully, Brittney doesn’t giggle so I don’t have to smack her. “Sydney,” Timothy says, “I’d like you to meet my best friend and my best man. This is Jonas.”

Robinson placed his phone in his pocket and began walking towards the glass roo-to-floor door. “Robin!" He turned to face Charles. “Do you need me to come with you?" “No, no. It's nothing serious. It's just a few minutes past eleven so I might return." Charles was going to say something about the time being two hours ahead of what Robinson thought it was but when he saw his best friend tapping his right foot lightly on the floor, he understood. “Okay." As Robinson neared the door, body moving with the lightness of a decorated warrior, Charles called back at him. “It's nothing serious."

"You're just angry that my dick is bigger than your boy toy's!" "Keep dreaming Little Timmy." "I am not little! I'll have you know that I'm well above average!" Hearing and seeing the water splash around, I knew that Timothy was moving away to grab a robe to cover himself with. "And don't call me Timmy!" "See? Now I just have to keep callin' you Timmy." "And I'll have to call you Ray-Ray." "Ew. No." "Exactly." Timothy grabbed another rob, motioning for me to stand up. "C'mon sweetie pie! Let's get you out of this tub so you can get dressed and eat."

"He is a credit to you and your Luna." "Timon - Pumbaa", Damien snapped, frustrated, waving between himself and Tommy, who stood beside Ab's, "Great, now we are all introduced. Can we get this show on the road?" "Why do I have to be the warthog?" Tommy grumbled, trying yet again to defuse Damiens's anger. "I mean- if the t-shirt fits..." Damien smirked sarcastically, raising a brow at Tommy; relief spread through me, knowing Tommy's wit had the desired effect. Damien seemed to have cooled down a few degrees.

' Timothy thought as he growled at his mate before pouting. "Don't stick that lip out at me. I might just bite it." Colton teased, and Timothy's eyes widened as he pulled his lip in. "I'm joking baby," Colton laughed as he reached for the tray of food and set it on the bed next to them. Timothy curiously eyed the tray, wondering what might be on it. He didn't necessarily have an appetite before. But now that the food is right in front of him, maybe he does after all.

As for himself, he thought with definite conviction that it was going to be extremely boring. "We'll start immediately," said Timmy, unzipping his backpack to return his snack, after taking a handful. "We're not even done with our crackers," retorted Rodge. "Dude, we haven't got all day, you know. We better make the best of our time," said Timmy, bringing out, this time, a pair of binoculars. "What-ever," said Rodge, putting aside his crackers and getting his binoculars. They wore on, also, their mini headphones in their ears, and turned it on.

"Hey there, Timmy," Richie said into his phone after giving the signal for his men to plant a substantial amount of coke in Benson's car. "Is it still kicking? That little toy I bought you last summer," he muttered. Timmy threw his eyes to his trophy sniper rifle sitting on a platter hanging on the wall in his office under the coffee shop. He smiled and said, "she's still kicking as good as she looks."