dacre montgomery imagines

"shit," you said, leaning against your now dead car. the stupid battery had died... again.

kicking the car, you finally gave up and sat next to it. poor y/c/n. it had been a good run.

huddling up against the cold, you sat your head back against the car.

"isn't this just great," you said looking at the sky. suddenly, it started raining, soaking through your thin hoodie and to your bones.

"really, really? thanks, satan," you said, banging your head against the car.

"if you're going to call me satan, i can just leave," you heard a gravely voice said to your left. looking, you notice the silhouette of a man.

standing up swiftly, you walk towards him. "nope, not satan. god. a god sent. if you help with my car or drive me somewhere warm that preferably sells hot chocolate with those tiny marshmallows," you "slightly" ranted.

he started laughing, his hair now dripping a little into his eyes due to the rain weighing it down.

"get in the car and we'll worry about yours when it's less 'hurricane-y' our," he spoke, walking around to the passenger side and opening your door.

"screw the hot chocolate. my only request is that you don't kill me, yeah?" you said, still hopping into the car that had the heat on blast.

"yes," you spoke, alone in the car while he walked around, "heat."

getting in, he stuck out his hand and waited for yours.

"dacre, nice to meet you."

"well, dacre. my name's y/n and you've already got me wet and haven't even bought me dinner."

with that, dacre drove to the nearest cafe called pop's diner where you sat until the rain stopped while sipping hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows.

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