My next challenge was a song fic, the song that I was given was "Thrift shop by Macklemore & Ryan lewis". We had to incorporate at least 2 or 3 lyrics from the song into our story.
This was an actual challenge for me cuz, for one, I don't really enjoy the song, I know there must be something wrong with me or something, But I pushed that a side, and rolled with it.
My pairing was Brooklyn brawler (Steve)/ Christian
"Hey look Stevie, a thrift shop, can we go in, please." Christian said looking at Steve with pleading puppy dog eyes.
"Ah, fine, but you won't get to use those eyes while I pound you's later." He watched as Christian practically ran to the store, with at least three bags of clothes in each hand. His baby has been running havoc at the mall they were in, and especially hurting his wallet. Steve was only WWE's road manager; he didn't have the kind of dough to keep up with Christian's spending.
He reached into his back pocket, and was surprised about his find. "I only have 20 dollars in my pocket."
Walking inside he spotted his charismatic baby trying on hats of different styles, then going over the shirts, pulling some ripped shirts that would look amazing on him, and finally Christian stopped over the shorts section. With a devilish grin he picks up the smallest part he could find, and wanders over to the changing room.
Steve wandered around the store, checking over the cheap ass ice on display, probably all of them were fake, then he came across some raggedy leopard sheets, but DAMN did they smell like lly's sheets AKA pisssss, But shit is was 99 cents. He then trailed to an old coat that caught his eye, he put it on and was surprised on how good it felt to him.
"Lockie stevie, what do you think?" Christian came out jaw drooping. Skin tight jean shorts, that hugged his ass so tight that they were begging to cam off, his long milky white legs looked amazing, they looked good enough to just wrap them around yourself and plow right into him.
"They look amazing baby, how much?" Steve asked, secretly wishing they weren't over 20 bucks.
"Uh 20 dollars.." Christian said
SOLD!
Steve ran to the cash register and bought Christian the pants, which only lasted the 20 minutes it took Steve to rip them off in the parking lot.
