HORRIFYING HALLOWEEN FIC ENTRY
Title: *THAT* Costume
Author: sobabyhellyeah
Rating: PG-13
Summary: David and Michael have issues with Carly's costume designing skills.
Disclaimer: None of this happened they are their own people and I wish it happened anyway.
Warnings: None really.
After an hour of fussing about, Carly was finally satisfied with her creation, beaming and grinning madly, gushing to herself.
"...There! She looks absolutely perfect. Edible even! Our little munchkin is ready to paint the neighbourhood red! Michael! David! Come down and have a look, I believe we've got a winner of a costume this year!"
Soon, eager footsteps hurried down the staircase. Immediately, both men's facial expressions changed from excitment to shock.
"Carly! Just what did you do to my daughter?! I thought she was supposed to be an angel! Or even a devil, or a witch...even a pumpkin would've sufficed! Not... *that*!" David walked towards the toddler and scooped her into his arms protectively whilst pouting, recieving a tiny giggle bubbling from her throat. Michael could only hold back his laughter for so long. He couldn't even tell what *that* was!
"Carly! Honestly! What the heck is she supposed to be? A mutated... Something?? She looks like a wonky root vegetable with black spots. Black leggings...and a fake tattoo no less."
Hands on her hips, the Irish woman defended herself with her explanation.
"Shut up you fools. The costume, is *perfect*. She's our's. It represents all 3 of us. The main body, fyi, is a chocolate chip cookie with a front pouch. Hence, the 'roo tail at the back. And, just to remind you, in case you forgot how painful it was for me to have a whole human head force its way out of my smaller-than-a-human-head vagina, I, have every right to have her wearing my signature leggings and arm tattoo!"
Carly seemed postively out of breath, but it didn't wipe the defiant smirk off her face.
Both men looked at each other, shrugged, and handed their little girl back to Carly, who herself was dressed as Catwoman. "Just make sure she doesn't eat too much candy, her teeth'll rot."
Carly grinned as she walked out the door, hand in hand with the cross-breed costumed toddler. "Yeah, don't worry. We'll save some for the both of you."
The door closed and Michael turned to David. "Why do you get to be her main body? I'm her father too." David grinned. "Well, Papa Johns. Was it not *my* sperm we used? And well, Carly does have a very good point. She's our surrogate mom afterall." Michael continued to pout while David's arms snaked around his waist. "Come on Mikey... Next time, we'll use one of your lil' swimmers. Then *you* can make the costume. Promise." Michael's pout slowly turned into a sheepish grin as David placed soft kisses along his mouth and jawline, right hand roaming his strong back, left hand snaking its' way down his green scrub pants.
"Mmmk... That can wait I guess. What you could do for me right now though... That costume *I* got for you..."
David immediately stoped molesting the Aussie and practically bolted for the stairs. In a mere 5 minutes David came back, sauntering down.
"Dr. Johns," David purred. "Nurse Cook, at your service."
Fuck the candy. David Cook in a tight white leather skirt just wasn't a staple item in any trick-or-treat bag.
Author: sobabyhellyeah
Rating: PG-13
Summary: David and Michael have issues with Carly's costume designing skills.
Disclaimer: None of this happened they are their own people and I wish it happened anyway.
Warnings: None really.
After an hour of fussing about, Carly was finally satisfied with her creation, beaming and grinning madly, gushing to herself.
"...There! She looks absolutely perfect. Edible even! Our little munchkin is ready to paint the neighbourhood red! Michael! David! Come down and have a look, I believe we've got a winner of a costume this year!"
Soon, eager footsteps hurried down the staircase. Immediately, both men's facial expressions changed from excitment to shock.
"Carly! Just what did you do to my daughter?! I thought she was supposed to be an angel! Or even a devil, or a witch...even a pumpkin would've sufficed! Not... *that*!" David walked towards the toddler and scooped her into his arms protectively whilst pouting, recieving a tiny giggle bubbling from her throat. Michael could only hold back his laughter for so long. He couldn't even tell what *that* was!
"Carly! Honestly! What the heck is she supposed to be? A mutated... Something?? She looks like a wonky root vegetable with black spots. Black leggings...and a fake tattoo no less."
Hands on her hips, the Irish woman defended herself with her explanation.
"Shut up you fools. The costume, is *perfect*. She's our's. It represents all 3 of us. The main body, fyi, is a chocolate chip cookie with a front pouch. Hence, the 'roo tail at the back. And, just to remind you, in case you forgot how painful it was for me to have a whole human head force its way out of my smaller-than-a-human-head vagina, I, have every right to have her wearing my signature leggings and arm tattoo!"
Carly seemed postively out of breath, but it didn't wipe the defiant smirk off her face.
Both men looked at each other, shrugged, and handed their little girl back to Carly, who herself was dressed as Catwoman. "Just make sure she doesn't eat too much candy, her teeth'll rot."
Carly grinned as she walked out the door, hand in hand with the cross-breed costumed toddler. "Yeah, don't worry. We'll save some for the both of you."
The door closed and Michael turned to David. "Why do you get to be her main body? I'm her father too." David grinned. "Well, Papa Johns. Was it not *my* sperm we used? And well, Carly does have a very good point. She's our surrogate mom afterall." Michael continued to pout while David's arms snaked around his waist. "Come on Mikey... Next time, we'll use one of your lil' swimmers. Then *you* can make the costume. Promise." Michael's pout slowly turned into a sheepish grin as David placed soft kisses along his mouth and jawline, right hand roaming his strong back, left hand snaking its' way down his green scrub pants.
"Mmmk... That can wait I guess. What you could do for me right now though... That costume *I* got for you..."
David immediately stoped molesting the Aussie and practically bolted for the stairs. In a mere 5 minutes David came back, sauntering down.
"Dr. Johns," David purred. "Nurse Cook, at your service."
Fuck the candy. David Cook in a tight white leather skirt just wasn't a staple item in any trick-or-treat bag.