Timmy X Tootie Novels & Stories

please ". "You've got you ". "100%", Timothy said

I have my laptop opened in front of me so I look occupied. ME:: {Yeah? which one did you listen to?} TIM:: {I can’t remember. But if I call you, I bet I can sing it for you} ME:: {I’ll pass. I’m in class, but thanks for the offer.} TIM:: {Okay. I can’t wait for thanksgiving.} ME:: {Geez. Is Ellie that bad at sucking cock?} TIM:: {stop it.}

Still, his curiosity kept growing, and it felt like his peace was at stake if he didn’t ask. “Jacob, let’s head out already. I’ll get the new gaming system. This time I’m going all in — I want to shop for all the best versions out, buddy. But before that, we’re going out for fun,” Timmy said playfully in his usual tone. He always had that friendly smile on his face. Actually, this was a side of Timmy that not many knew. He treated others differently from how he treated Jacob — almost as if there was some kind of connection between them.

Nikki almost laughed but stopped herself. WHILE THEY WERE GETTING ready, Christopher arrived at the house and saw Timothy watching cartoons in the living room. He approached the little guy and sat next to him. “Ice cream man!” he explained and Christopher raised his eyebrows and realized what he meant. Timothy remembers the time he bought ice cream for him. “Do you like the show?” Tim nodded. “Where’s your sister?” he asked and the kid pointed at the door across the room and he nodded. He leaned back on the couch as he also watched the television.

To tell the truth, I didn't completely zone out, I just didn't want to listen to her anymore. "Leave the damsel alone jules, I'm sure she's had enough of your stories" Timmy sent a wink past me obviously proud of himself for saving a damsel in distress. He's been like that ever since I joined the team, all flirty and sweet, it was so easy to fall for him and let him into your pants but I have been over this before and believe me when I say history aint repeating itself, if you know what I mean . But all in all, he's a great guy.

Timothy was a person who cared alot about his diet. " It's just this once, please " How could be say no to her especially when she used those puppy eyes to plead with him. " Okay, just this once." Timothy finally gave in and ordered KFC for them

"You've really got the wrong door; it's just my mommy here," Justin explained patiently to Timmy, fetching him some tasty snacks from the kitchen and boasting, "These are made by my mommy, super yummy." Timmy gobbled up the food, clearly having been out for quite a while. "Take it easy," Justin poured him some chocolate milk. With his cheeks stuffed, Timmy looked at Justin. "My mommy, it is my mommy." "But..." Justin was almost frantic, not knowing on how to deal with someone claiming his mum. "

Tugging up my boots and holstering an arrow tip in my pocket for good measure, I set out to work. ++ {…} ++ "Oh wow, Missy, you look just awful!" "Gee, thanks. It's nice to see you too, brat." I greeted back with a grimace, watching as Timmy seemed to pop out of nowhere from a nearby bush. Come to think of it, he seemed to do that a lot. His little face turned up at me and despite his harsh appraisal of my appearance, he was smiling. "I'm here and ready to help ya, Missy Robin! Just like a good right hands mans! Show me to thee rocks!"

MR. NOBODY “Mommy! Noooo!” Laughter echoed through Ellen Danvers’ small kitchen as she knelt and bent her son Timmy backward over her knee. He giggled while she pretended to lose her grip. “Jeez, you’re heavy! What’ve you been eating? Hippos?” His face split into a toothy grin. “N-no! Just p-puppies!” “PUPPIES!” She shook him in mock fury. “That’s it! You’re gonna get it!”

“A little boy. Dark hair. Still in his spiderman Jammies? Maybe angry too? Walking willingly to his doom?” "Oh, trust me," Timmy chuckled, his voice faintly echoing in the big hall. "A boy in Spiderman jammies would be hard to miss." He winked. I had no clue what was so funny about wearing spiderman jammies. But maybe I was too freaked out to understand or appreciate his sense of humour. All I could see or sense right now was his staggering assholeness that I didn't have time for. When I did nothing but stared up at him with pure frustration, he lifted his hands in defeat.