Adam Driver Characters x Reader One Shots

My Someone - Dan Jones x Reader

Summary: My excuse to write a fluffy one shot based on "House of Gold" by Twenty One Pilots and to give Dan Jones a chance to shine because he is hard working and under appreciated.

A/N: somewhat NSFW version can be found on AO3 under soupremeleader 

You and Dan Jones had been going steady for some time now, and you knew just how hard your man worked. He was passionate, raw, and unrelenting - and that extended to all parts of his life. So much so that you knew he often skipped meals when he was swept up with his line of work.

It was almost Thanksgiving break and the beginning of his long weekend, so you decided to take some initiative and bring him dinner and maybe, just maybe, try your hand at convincing him to come home early. He had been away for some nights now, consumed entirely in his work, and every nurturing sense in your body was alight with the need to nourish and take care of him. It was almost a holiday, after all. And if anyone deserved a holiday surprise, it was your man.

You packed up something simple - some sandwiches, fruit, sparkling cider since he couldn't drink on the job, and chips. You put on Dan's favorite blue zip-up hoodie, knowing what it did to him to see you in his clothes, and went on your way. The whole drive over you hummed along to some of your favorite songs, hoping and praying that you'd catch Dan in a good mood or at least be able to turn his mood around with your arrival. Working for the government was no easy feat and Dan suffered for it more than he should.

You would have convinced him to quit long ago if you hadn't noticed the way his eyes lit up when he talked about the change he was hoping to make. Love him as you did, you didn't have it in you to extinguish that fire within him to make the world a better place. But like hell if you wouldn't support him through it all, even the late nights and long evenings alone, going to bed and waking up without him by your side.

You smiled at the security guards as you were let into the building, noticing the emptiness around you and the way there were only a few scattered cars in the parking lot. It was as if the whole space was getting ready for a long slumber, able to take a break after going going going for so long. Some people still worked over the holidays, of course, but you were happy Dan had accepted the time off instead of working through it.

You remembered the way you had convinced him to finally take the vacation time and you smirked at the memory, knowing that Dan would never be able to wear that red tie again without thinking of your lips trailing down his body.

You stopped at the door of the office where you knew Dan was working and knocked twice loudly. You heard a gruff "come in" and the beeping noise of someone unlocking the door from the security office, allowing you to turn the handle and let yourself in. Dan was standing in front of a white board, one hand on his hip and the other, holding a marker, tucked under his chin in thought. He spun around, seemingly annoyed, and his face softened when his gaze fell on you.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, curious and kind, a hint of a smile on his lips. You didn't miss the bags under his eyes or the way his cheek bones were just a little more prominent than usual, signs that he had been skipping meals and rest again. He had spent the last couple of nights in the office, convinced he had last minute things to finish before he could properly take time off. You hadn't denied him then, even though your heart ached at the sight of him now.

You held up the basket you carried and flashed him a smile. "I brought you dinner. Figured we could eat together and go home. Celebrate before you start your vacation?"

Dan quirked an eyebrow but didn't protest, going to the nearest desk and pulling up an extra chair. He patted the swivel chair he'd brought over and sat down at the other identical chair with a, "come sit, sweetheart". All long legs and muscle, Dan looked positively massive sitting down on the government issued furniture, and you bit back a laugh at the sight as you walked over with the basket and took a seat.