#gently shakes u ilu sm

[khayalli]

Donnie is wiping his hands on a rag when you catch sight of him. Covered in grease, wearing that fucking tank top, with those goddamn boots, and- oh God, he's looking your way. Oh God, okay, don't panic.

A thick eyebrow raises, and he stalks toward you with a smirk that makes your heart flutter.

“Back again?”

You nod. Smile. Try to look at him without your eyes straying to the smudge of grease on his neck, try to talk without fumbling your words. “It's making a weird sound again. Mind taking a look?”

He hums, tucking the rag into his back pocket before stepping closer. Close enough that you have to crane your neck back to keep looking at his face. Close enough that the strong smell of motor oil and sweat makes you feel a little lightheaded. You swallow, and you swear his smirk gets a little sharper.

“Anything for my favorite customer,” he murmurs. You feel your eyes widen, and when he winks at you a blush creeps across your face. Donnie tilts his head, eyes going a little dark. “Come on, pretty girl. Let's get you taken care of.”

CLERRIIIICCC?!??!?!?!?

UNPROVOKED?!?!??????

IM COMBUSTING???? IMMOLATING. DUST. REQDY FOR THE BUGS TO TAKE ME AWAY RAAAAAHHHHHHH