I know no one asked/requested this, but I wanted to write a Casey imagine so I took a break from requests to just write this out, because why not? >.< And I feel like Casey deserves more and not a lot of people write about him, my baby needs more stories!!! Also, Casey fucking Jones is everything and he's definitely one of my favorite characters. X3
Request's are still open! If you want to request something make sure to comment on the request chapter or message me! =)
WARNING: Swearing/Bad Language, stupid pick up lines, clicheness?, le cringe! Reader discretion advised.
Word Count: 3708
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It was known to most that Y/n L/n found Casey Jones to be insufferable. He was absolutely infuriating. There wasn't much he could do to actually make her not hate him. He was ignorant, and loud. He flirted with every girl within a ten mile radius. Sadly, it appeared that Y/n was one of those girls. She told him to knock it off constantly, but he'd only smirk and try harder. She wasn't playing hard to get, she just wasn't interested. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.
Even though Casey was an absolute moron, there were other factors to him that made Y/n want to explode, in a good way. Like the fact that he was selfless, he wanted to protect New York and all of it's citizens. Even if he didn't get any credit for it. Or if she was having a really bad day, he'd try to make her laugh or smile, by doing the stupidest things, or he'd simply be a shoulder for her to cry on. He was someone to vent to.
Let's just say that Casey's and Y/n's relationship is complicated. Very complicated.
The sun was blocked by a hoard of raging clouds. It was snowing in New York City and everyone who wasn't inside- wanted to be, because it was so fucking cold Y/n thought her nose was going to fall off. She pulled her coat closer to her frame, trying to block the wind and failing miserably. It didn't take long for her to find a alleyway with a manhole for her to climb down.
Manholes, as one might not know, are extremely heavy. It didn't help that it was covered in slush that was once snow. It slipped from her hands and crashed against the ground. She flinched from the impact, cursing under her breath and quickly glancing over her shoulder to see if that just attracted any unwanted attention. Surprisingly, no one seemed to care that a wimpy teenage girl was trying to crawl into the sewers during the middle of a snow storm. With a heavy sigh, she took her gloves off for more friction and tried again, this time pushing it off to the side. It took a while, and she was almost positive her fingers were goimg to fall off, but she managed to open it. Y/n muttered curses under her breath as she climbed down into the darkness of the sewers. She was half way down when she realised she could barley see her hands in front of her face. You would think after all this time coming down here, she would learn to bring a flashlight. Nope!
"You've got to be kidding me." with the sudden realization that she could possibly slip and fall, dread struck the frozen girl. She glanced down, trying to figure out her footing as she slowly made her way down.
She was just a few steps away from the ground when, you guessed it, her foot slipped and she slid from where she was and stumbled to the sewer's floor. Luckily, she didn't fall on her ass, but she did step in a deep ass puddle. One of her feet were now both frozen, and soaking. How fun...
"Fuck.. Fucking fuck! That's just fucking great!" she grumbled, balling her hands into fists and kicking the ground angrily. Y/n took a deep breath through her nose before she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her phone. She turned the flashlight on and began to walk forwards, her hands were frozen and now so was her foot. With her luck, things were about to get ten times worse.
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Fanfiction❝I want to inhale the moondust with you by my side. ❞ → a collection of imagines, oneshots, headcannons, and drabbles. → female reader. → multiple iterations. started: april 5th 2019. completed: status: ongoing. rated: mature. → i do not own...