As she drew closer, she tugged up the previously white tank top, flannel swinging around her hips. The smell of gasoline and sweat was never as much of a turn on as it was when she redid her ponytail and fixing the bandana back around her head before eyeing me up thoughtfully, "You mean to say you're the owner of the death trap you called a car?"
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Story Ideas and Scribbles
Short StoryThese are mostly going to be story ideas and AU's that I need to jot down, along with a few personal life oneshots. Hope you enjoy! Look forward to: A lot of story prompts A shapeshifter named Alex Unedited 3am writing BTS images at the top
