#dealerremus x pastor’s daughterreader
late night encounters-[R.L.]
summary:the pastor’s daughter meets a local delinquent (pastor’s daughter!reader x dealer!remus)
checking your watch, your eyes grow wide at the time, 11:30. bible study had ran later than usual today, so you were forced to walk home due to all the bus stations being closed.
you glance around at your surroundings and notice a familiar candy shop on the corner. you sign in relief, knowing the shop was only a few blocks away from your house.
upon turning the corner where the shop stood, you crash into something hard, stumbling backwards and holding your bible tight against your chest.
you gasp loudly, expecting to fall back and crack open your skull. but instead, you feel a large pair of hands grab hold of your waist, catching you just before you hit the pavement.
“oh my goodness, i’m so so sorry sir. it’s really dark out here and i wasn’t watching where i was going and-“ your rambling stops when you finally look at the face of your “savior”
he was definitely older than you, at least 25. he had golden brown waves that fell lightly over his eyes. his hair, however, doesn’t cover the large scar that crosses his face.
“doesn’t that bible of yours say anything about staring being rude?” he teases, a devious smile crossing his face. your breath hitches as your words get caught in your throat.
he stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, lifting your body back into a standing position. you hadn’t even noticed that he was still holding you. you awkwardly clear your throat, eyes glued to your mary janes.
“um, i’m sorry. thank you for catching me.” you laugh nervously. he hums in response, slowly eyeing you up and down, making you quite flustered.
“it’s a little late for a little lady like you to be out here all alone don’t you think?” he asks, leaning against the brick wall, “especially the pastor’s daughter.” He smirks.
you gasp, “how did you know-“ he cuts you off with a small laugh.
“everyone around here knows who you are sweetheart.” your face burns with embarrassment at his nonchalant use of another pet name.
“well i was just heading home so, thanks again.” you mumble, starting to walk around him. but he stops you with a hand on your arm.
“i meant it when i said it was too late for you to be out here alone,” he speaks sternly, sending a shiver down your spine, “hop in, i’ll give you a ride.” he nods towards the old truck parked on the corner. you nervously bite your lip, contemplating your decision.
sure you’d just met him and know nothing about him. bud it was so late, and you hated walking in the dark. so you nod your head, turning to follow him to the truck.
during the ride, you try your best to ignore the strange smell of his car. it smelled almost like a skunk, but you’d never seen one in the neighborhood before.
you notice a small bag in the side of the door, seeing what looks like pieces of chocolate inside the bag. you bite your lip, nervous to ask.
“um, c-can i have one of those chocolates?” you mumble shyly. the man smirks, shaking his head at your request.
“sorry little one. i don’t think those are the kinds of chocolates the pastor’s daughter should be eating.”
you sigh, a small pour crossing your features. you endure the awkward ride for a few more minutes before you reach the street where your house sits.
you exit the car, thanking him shyly, “thank you again-“ you pause, realizing that you don’t even know his name. he catches on to your confused expression quickly.
“remus, my name is remus. but you can call me moony.” he smirks.
“okay um…moony. thank you for the ride. i appreciate it. also, i think you may have hit a skunk.” you say to him. he smiles, holding back a laugh at your innocent comment.
“thanks for the heads up sweetheart, i’ll be sure to check.”
credit to @gxtitobxby for helping w/ the concept. this ended up being longer than i expected lol
ik i said i wouldn’t be posting but this is the first thing i’ve had inspiration for in forever so i had to write it before i lost the motivation.
