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The boys weren't poor at all. In fact with the work they do they end up stealing the money from the victims they kill anyways. They had pretty sizable wallets. They just didn't often have the ability to use it because you know, runaways. They couldn't just call someone out to fix the cabin's issues without suspicion. Most of their spending habits had to be on the down low.
But when it came to you neither Tim nor Brian could help themselves. How could they? Buying or even stealing new makeup for you was just so appealing. Seeing your eyes light up at the new lipgloss Brian got you, immediately going to put it on and pepper his lips with kisses to see if it's a good kissing gloss.
Tim just loved buying you all those cute skirts you looked at in the mall that you pretended not to be staring at. You loved to be spoiled by your boys, it made you feel so pretty and cherished. Like the most royal princess in the world. You just didn't want to admit it, but with them you didn't need to ask or wish.
They'd gladly fix anything of yours that was broken, buy you new clothes or get all the flowers you love. Anything you wanted, they felt like you just had to have it. They often got you stuff randomly without cause or you asking. They somehow just knew what you wanted.
Today was one of those days. Tim and Brian hadn't seen you in a few weeks, being on a “business trip”. They had texted you before they got home to get ready for a day out.
Pulling into the driveway, they saw you step out of the house looking as dashing as ever.
You wore cute polka dot heels with flared jeans and a pink polka dot baby doll top. You looked like a princess going out to the mall with her bodyguards.
“Hey angel, oh I missed you so much.” Brian scooped you up into a hug, twirling you at the end of it.
“Spin around angel, let's see the whole outfit.”
You gladly complied with Tim's wishes, showing off the extra accessories and matching pieces. You had a matching pink bag along with several bracelets and a heart necklace. Your hair was done in a ponytail adorned with a white and pink bow.
“Aw so pretty sweetheart. You always look so cute and put together. I love the bow angel.” Brian hummed, eyeing you up and down.
“Oh you flatter me.” You laugh softly, pulling him in to kiss him gently.
“S'all true angel. You keep strutting around lookin this hot we might have to step up our game. Who knows who'll try to whisk you away, pretty girl.” Tim says, reaching out to wrap his arm around your waist.
“I wouldn't leave you two for the world! Not even if the richest man alive came to me. You know I'm not like that.” You pouted a little bit, feeling self conscious about what he meant by that.
“Oh sweetheart we know, but you're so gorgeous you just might attract the wrong attention. We wouldn't let you go anyways.” Tim pressed his lips to yours, indulging in the sweet cotton candy taste. He just couldn't get enough of you.
You were so pretty, so fashionable, kind, modest. He was speechless when he saw you, he was lucky Brian made the first comment or he'd sputter like a bad machine. He let you go a little apprehensively, but still possessively holding your waist.
“You ready to go hun? We got a whole day ahead of us at your favorite stores.” He winked at you, knowing that you were shy to admit how much you loved shopping with them.
You felt like a spoiled brat, having such a luxury when other people didn’t. You felt like a burden to them always spending their money.
Your thoughts must have shown on your face, when Brian quickly spoke up.
“Nothin wrong with having nice things sweetheart, you deserve it. Haven't seen you in forever it feels like. Missed our girl. Need to treat you baby. Nothin wrong with that.” He finished his statement by nuzzling your neck and taking a deep inhale.
They got you in the car with Brian opening your door and Tim helping you in with one hand, just like a hot celebrity.
The three of you talked on the way to the mall, mainly about what funny things happened on your time apart. They didn't have much to say but they managed without letting their true job slip.
Each of the boys had one hand on your thigh, Brian's so soft but so large against you that it just claimed so much of you. Tim was less soft, gripping you but not hurting. Occasionally squeezing and trailing a bit further up.
“And then he flipped me off! It was totally unfair! I didn't even do anything like if I was being shitty I could understand it but I wasn't!” You huffed angrily, crossing your arms against your chest.
They didn't feel the need to say anything, just listening attentively. Making notes on which guy might've crossed a boundary or which girl spread another rumor about you at work. Who knows when they might see them out and about… they just might have some free time and some new victims for Boss.
“Which store you wanna go to first hun? This is your day.” Brian asked, stroking his thumb along your thigh.
“There's this new boutique I saw online that popped up near the mall, let's try there! I saw on their website that they had a whole range of styles and pieces.” You went on about the shops and thrifted pieces you saw online, the boys making a mental list of each one.
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“Wow baby, I think that just might be the one.” Tim stared at you as you checked yourself out in the mirror, donning a lilac skirt with black lace detailing.
“You think so? What about the pastel orange one? How does that one go with the top?” You asked, switching each skirt over your body with the hanger.
“Hmm. I really think the lilac one is it, it fits you perfectly and the lace goes with the headband more.” Tim was always good with noticing the details.
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“Do you think this is tacky sweetheart?” Brian asked, approaching you with a necklace in hand. He clasped it around your neck and took a step back, allowing you to look at it in the small mirror the counter had.
It was a gold necklace that had all three of your initials, Brian's, Tim's and yours.
“Not at all! It's so cute!! I can't wait to parade this around when I go out.” You beamed, looking at how the jewels on the letters shined and accentuated your face. Not to mention the fact that it had their initials, it just felt so special to you. Who cares if it's something middle schoolers did? You loved it.
Tim loved it too. Knowing that you had something to wear that screamed “not single!!” made him so prideful. You were his girl and Brian's. No one else's. They can gawk at your pretty face and hot figure but they could never touch the real deal.
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The next thing you had tried on in that store was a lacy lingerie top that could double as regular wear with a tank top, you really loved the way the bows and string accents went with your body.
You called Brian in, wanting him to see it since Tim had helped you so much already. Tim needs a cute surprise to see later too.
“Oh honey that looks good! I really like this one.” His hands went to your waist as he pulled you into him. He admired the way your chest and waist looked in the soft tulle fabric. You didn't wear yellow often but this top had him wishing you wore it more.
“I think it'll look really good with some other clothes if I layer it or wear stuff underneath it, what do you think?” You asked.
“That's a lovely idea. Nice versatility.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he softly squeezed the love handles on your waist.
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Over the next few hours the three of you had checked out a majority of the stores in the mall and some nearby. You were now at the park with your bags in their truck, because Brian really wanted to get ice cream and enjoy the nice weather outside. Who were you to deny him, he was just too cute and he had spoiled you rotten.
He was now seated across from you and Tim at the benches, watching him eat. Occasionally he'd look up and flash the two of you his signature gap toothed smile.
You were curled up against Tim also eating your ice cream, but Tim had opted out of this one instead going for a glass bottle coke. The cool breeze wafted through the trees carrying the scent of freshly mowed grass.
You could hear the birds flit through the trees, pecking around the concrete sidewalks for nuts and bread pieces that old ladies drop for them.
You rested your head against the crook of Tim's neck and collarbone, letting your body go slack against him. You watched your other companion enjoy his treat as you enjoyed yours. Maybe you could get them to do a craft with you later that night before bed.
Today was a really good day, and with your boys there were lots more to come.