Chocolate Milk | Casey Jones X Reader
pairing: casey jones x gn!reader
content: just some sweet fluff :)
summary: jones brings you flowers and chocolate syrup because you were out of both last time he was here
notes: wow another one from quotev! this time tho it’s been edited and added to, to suit my current writer’s palate lol I love my boy I need to write for him more <3
The room was dimly lit with the blue light of your laptop, playing youtube videos you've seen countless times. The volume was low, you were only able to hear little segments of voices every now and then. You were curled up in bed, the patterned comforter draped over your bottom half while your torso kept warm in your favorite hoodie. The window was open slightly, letting in the cool breeze. Besides the smell of car exhaust, the outside air was refreshing.
You felt your eyes growing heavy. Looking outside, you couldn't see the sun anymore. The small amount of time between the sun setting and the moon coming into view; it was evening now. The little clock on your computer confirmed that. You blinked, adjusting to the brightness of the screen.
As you lied there you considered going to bed early, the thought of burying yourself in your sheets and letting your eyes rest sounding more and more pleasant. You groaned, knowing you'd have to get up and close your window first.
After reluctantly removing yourself from the warm blanket, your bare feet came in contact with the cold hard floor. You briefly cursed yourself for kicking your slippers so far away earlier.
It only got colder as you got closer to the open window, the breeze seeming to pick up on purpose as if it were laughing at you for wearing pajama shorts. Reaching up to the glass panel, your stomach was exposed to the chilly air making your body shiver in response.
As if your body wasn't being attacked enough, the sudden loud noise nearly made you trip over yourself and fall over. You managed to regain some control, and after checking that you were still in one piece, a shaky hand over your heart, you looked out the open window to see your local vigilante.
"Casey Jones!” You yelled at him, sounding more like a frustrated parent than his friend. “You almost gave me a heart attack!"
Though disrupted and annoyed, you couldn't ignore his stupid charm as he slipped in through your window, his smile big and his hair falling lazily over his forehead. No face paint today, you noticed.
"Hey, y/n," he said, rather suave, but still trying too hard. He glanced briefly at your waist and gestured with a wave of his fingers. "Cute bellybutton."
His stupid grin was stupid. So stupid, why did you like it?
"Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, ignoring the growing warmth in your cheeks as you tugged your hoodie down and shoved your hands in the pockets. Realizing he was holding something, you nodded. “What's with the bag?"
You gestured to the brown paper bag he was carrying in his right hand, and his gaze switched swiftly from it to you, and you swore you could see every gap in his mouth from the way he was smiling now.
"I got ya somethin'. Well, two things."
He pulled out a small bouquet of flowers; the ones you see in grocery stores that are different colors, still pretty despite their somewhat sad appearance from being hidden in the bag. He expected shock, and you were, very much so. Then you looked at him, but instead of a smile like he wanted you raised a brow.
You took the bunch in your hands, the wet plastic crinkled and echoed throughout your room. They looked a lot better up close, actually kinda nice in the soft evening light.
There's that smile he was hoping for.
"You know what else is lovely?"
You felt the heat come back immediately to your face. Your smile grew a bit, forcing yourself to look at him. But instead of his face, you were met with a plastic bottle. Narrowing your eyes, you read the label.
"Lovely.. chocolate syrup,” you said, feeling something close to dumb as your heart rate dropped back to normal.
"Sure,” he chuckled, “why not?"
You looked at the flowers, then the chilled plastic bottle. Why he gave you the flowers first, you had no clue. Casey Jones is unpredictable, you knew that much.
He looked at you, raising the bottle and shaking it a few times.
"Come on," he said, walking down the short hallway and towards your kitchen.
You followed suit, sitting in a small wooden chair and letting him do the work. You watched him rummage through your fridge and cabinets for necessary items. Of course he picked the two largest mugs you had.
He popped open the bottle of syrup, excess liquid on the rim because of his recent shaking.
"Ya got a limit on chocolate or..?"
"Go for it, Jones,” you shrugged, feeling a betraying smile tug at the corners of your mouth.
He grinned, overturning the bottle completely and letting the syrup pour. You watched as he stirred the mixture quickly, careful not to spill any on your clean counter.
He handed you the mug, its temperature new to your fingers. There was enough chocolate to change the color of the liquid; a soft coffee color. Sure enough, it was sweet on the tongue, making you smile.
"How'd you manage to put half the bottle in one cup?" you laughed, bringing your cold feet up off the kitchen floor.
"It's one of my many gifts, y/n,” he said, swirling his mug as if it was full of wine instead. “There's a lot you don't know about Casey Jones."
“Mhm,” you replied as you took another drink.
He winked. Stupid. Cute..
He plopped down in the chair across from you with a weird gracefulness, propping his foot on his knee and taking a drink himself of the rich liquid.
"Thank you for the flowers," you said softly, staring at your beverage. "And the chocolate."
You grinned at the last part, knowing fully well it was Casey Jones all over. Only he would show up uninvited with a bunch of grocery stores flowers and chocolate syrup.
"Don't mention it, y/n. Just felt like it."
You smirked, raising a brow.
"Just felt like it, huh?"
"Mmmhm," he said, taking another drink. He looked up, wiping his mouth. "Just thinkin' of ya. The flowers were really nice. Really pretty."
You tugged on the sleeve of your hoodie with your free hand. Was he trying to flirt? He looked too relaxed, no effort at all. He's hit on you, sure. Complimented you, used the occasional "accidental" bump or nudge. This seemed way too genuine. He just felt like hanging out with you? He could've picked anyone else. April or Raph..
His face was soft despite the little scars he’s accumulated from hockey and acne and fighting, and his brown eyes reminded you of the chocolate you were drinking. He looked somewhat concerned, but still offered a big dumb smile. You liked it a lot.
"Uh-huh," you said, smiling back. "You know, you should do this more often, Jones."
"Did I finally win you over with chocolate milk?" he replied, standing now. He leaned against the arm of your chair, his free arm draped around the back side. "You're certainly easy to please."
"Maybe the flowers did it," you smiled back up at him. "Or your stupid face."
"Don't ya mean handsome?" he smirked. Stupid.
You would refuse to admit it out loud but you were a blushing mess. You couldn't ever recall him being this close. Or even wanting him to be. His gaze suddenly changed from something playful to something that almost edged on yearning.
"I like you, y/n. No joke. I really do."
You could feel your heart in your throat at his confession. You hoped your body wasn't visually shaking.
Without much more convincing, your lips met, and you both did your best to embrace each other while still holding your mugs. The task was a bit complicated, and you both felt each other smile, which resulted in you giggling. You pulled away, laughing and blushing. He set his cup down on the table and held your warm face in his hands. His fingers were cold, the sensation feeling different but right somehow.
You collided again, and this time it was soft and slow. Sweet too. He tasted like chocolate.
He pulled away, much to your disliking, but smiled when his forehead pressed against yours.
"Next time I’ll bring the chocolate," you teased him, feeling the fabric of his hoodie with your free hand.
"You don't have to bring anything except your lips,” he grinned, taking your chin between his fingers and bringing you close for another kiss. You laughed against his mouth.
