A collection of 28 meet cutes for February

One

Meet Cute Marathon - Prompt:

I was watching that hot jogger while driving out of the neighbourhood but got distracted and crashed but i just woke up in a hospital room and said hot jogger is at my bedside because apparently they're the one who called the ambulance.

Remus cycled his bike down the road as he headed out to the bookshop for work. His mum usually drove him, but it was better this way. Remus could stay in shape and it saved his mum driving him constantly. It was a waste of her time since the bookshop was only a couple of miles away. Remus liked being able to do these things for himself too.

He watched carefully for cars as he rode across to the other side of the road. He moved into the bike lane and pedalled faster as he came to a small hill. Going down was the best part, he decided as he flew down with no effort, enjoying the wind whipping at his face.

At the bottom, Remus came to a steep hill heading back up. The joys of being in Wales meant that there were a lot of hills for him to have to deal with. There wasn't much of a choice. He'd rather this than have his mum drive him everywhere. After taking a moment to consider the effort it'd take to get up, Remus began to cycle again harder than before.

But as he was going up the hill, his eyes moved to a man running ahead of him and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Remus' eyes fixed on the man. He was wearing tight shorts and a t-shirt that was clinging to his sweat-soaked skin. Hair had hastily been pulled back into a bun, though strands were already coming out, hanging at the nape of his neck and around his ears. Remus' eyes moved up the stranger's revealed leg, showing various tattoos. His eyes focused on a large black dog that seemed to stretch up the length of his leg - a large terrifying grim which was beautiful.

He was so captivated that he didn't see the signpost ahead of him.

...oOo...

"Remus, are you awake?"

Remus stared blearily up at the stranger. "Who are you?"

"Sirius. I… I told you that already - when we were getting into the ambulance. Don't you remember?"

"No," Remus murmured.

"Yeah. I asked what happened and you said you were watching me and crashed." Remus could hear the amusement in the man's voice and quickly realised that the man next to him was the handsome jogger. He was never going to live this down. He blushed, mortified.

"So technically this is my fault for being too irresistible," Sirius continued. "And I've decided to make it my life's goal to fix this for you. So whilst you're home with a broken leg, I'll be there to… to fluff your pillows, watch Netflix with you and give you many sponge baths and massages. Massages are good after injuries."

"Sponge baths?" Remus repeated, feeling less groggy as he took in the words. His head was pounding and he wondered how hard he had hit it. Perhaps he had a concussion?

Sirius nodded. "I take my role very seriously. Anything you need at all." He winked at Remus. "Your mum is on her way in, we'll talk about it later. Oh, and Remus?"

"Y—yes?"

"Next time, come and talk to me. I only bite in the bedroom. But you'll find that out soon enough."

Remus could only stare after him as Sirius walked from the room, shooting a sexy smile and wink over his shoulder as he reached the door. "Are you leaving?" he found himself calling.

"Of course not. I'll be in the waiting room," Sirius reassured him. "You might need me after all."

Remus watched him until the door had closed. Yes, he liked doing things for himself. But this was worth the broken leg and possible concussion.

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