I LOVEEEE this idea.

She texts him at she can’t sleep and he’s in his car and on her block in less than ten minutes. He has to park around the corner because the pastor has been seeing his car around a little too much and he’s starting to get suspicious.

Which is of course why he has to climb through her window to get to her. He scales the side of the house like it’s nothing and lightly knocks on the window so he doesn’t scare her.

When he gets inside he has to really control himself because of how beautiful and innocent she looks in her pink nightgown. She welcomes him into her bed with open arms, commenting on how he really has to take care of his “skunk problems” which makes him laugh.

He holds her all night, stroking his hands through her hair and over her body, careful not to overstep her boundaries, and eventually drifts off to sleep himself. When he wakes up, it’s about 5 am, and he can hear the pastor downstairs yell for her to wake up. Careful not to wake her, he slips his body from under hers, being sure to tuck her in and plant a small kiss on her forehead before making his way out the window just in time as her father walks into the room.

At the table during breakfast, the pastor asks her how she slept and she tells him she slept amazing. To which he comments

“I don’t know how you slept so well with that skunk so close to your window.” Not even thinking for a second that the smell could be coming from something else because she’s his perfect little girl and she would never be around those kind of people.

Hi! Yes I love this idea because remus would obviously never get angry at her or yell, he just wants her to be happy

It was so stupid. So small and insignificant and yet it made you so angry. It’s not like you had much of a right to either, he wasn’t your boyfriend, that’s not allowed of course. So what reason would you have to be so upset at what you found?

He really hadn’t meant for you to see it. Not that he was hiding things from you, he just didn’t want to make something out of nothing (i.e. what you’re doing right now), and in all honesty, he forgot it was there. Last week during a delivery, his customer, the girl who worked behind the counter at the roller rink, had just gotten off work. She complained the whole time, gossiping about people Remus didn’t know, or care about, and crying about how uncomfortable her bra was making her.

“I wish I could just get rid of it, ya know?”

In an effort to get her out of his car quicker, Remus muttered a quick “Why don’t you?” while he searched the duffle bag in his trunk as fast as he could to find her order. He hadn’t really anticipated her actually listening to him. Nor did he think she would just throw it in his back seat. But he just wanted her out of his car, so he didn’t complain. He got her product, made the sale, and drove off without another thought.

Another thing he hadn’t anticipated was you finding it on one of your post-bible study rides.

“Berry…” Remus coos, lifting your chin with his finger and forcing you to meet his gaze. His heart flutters at the sight, though he can’t tell if it’s from joy or sadness. While the sight of you so angry at the thought of there being someone else did boost his ego a bit, the quiver in your lip and the ghost of a tear that had passed through your perfect make up broke his heart into a million pieces.

You shake your head, moving away from his touch and crossing your arms over your chest and Remus tries not to think about the way the action causes your shirt to stretch down just a bit, revealing the golden cross necklace that sits just above the crease in your chest.

“Is she pretty?” You mumble under your breath, not really wanting to hear the answer.

“Darling, it doesn’t matter if she was the prettiest girl in the world,” the statement makes you cringe and Remus immediately regrets his words, “She was just a customer, it’s not what you think.” He steps toward you again and you step back. The two of you continue this chase until your back is flush against the library wall. Remus uses his arms to trap you on either side, making direct eye contact with you.

“Listen to me,” he starts, his voice at a low whisper, “there’s only one girl whose bra I want on the floor of my car, and I’m looking right at her.”

this was longer than I expected sorry lol

Hi! I actually already wrote this! its an old blurb you can find It here. I rediscovered the blurb recently and decided to continue on with the story but the original idea of how they met and everything is there :)