A/N: Just making a separate masterlist for this because I have a fair number of these and also there's a bunch of different characters!
Kylo Ren
Call Me Kylo | Officer!Reader ↠ You're tasked with getting the Commander's signature to finish your assignment. Unfortunately, you can't find the Commander anywhere.
Correspondence ↠ The Supreme Leader has a lot on his plate, leading him to neglect certain things... like himself, for example.
Nothing But A Monster | Vampire! AU ↠ Forced to accept help from a mysterious stranger, you find yourself in a predicament of sorts.
It’s The Small Things ↠ Kylo finds your optimism odd in place of the First Order.
The Meaning Of Care | Officer!Reader ↠ Kylo Ren takes care of you when you're sick? That's something you never would've seen coming.
Clyde Logan
Pinball & Motels ↠ Roadtrips, A present for Clyde, and the one-bed trope? What more could you ask for?
A Day Off ↠ Clyde finally takes a well-deserved day off.
Flip Zimmerman
Frenzied Rendezvous* ↠ Flip finally has his way with you after enduring your teasing all night long.
Pale
Early Mornings ↠ Pale wakes up to find you making breakfast. It's like you plan on staying or something. Wait... do you plan on staying?
Solo Triplets
A Quiet Night ↠ The boys want to take you out on a proper date.
Ben Solo
Fairytale Mess* ↠ Sleeping with Ben Solo doesn't seem like such a bad idea when you're both under the influence.
Paul Sevier
Extraordinary ↠ Paul attempts to go out and have a social nigh. After everything that's happened... things haven't changed him that much, have they?
Daniel Jones
Late Night Confessions ↠ Dan wakes you up with a drunken phone call.
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It has been a few years since I worked on this fic and I am finally DONE with it. If you were following it a while back this is the last chapter. Enjoy and thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"It Is Not All Roses" is complete!!!!!!!!!
I don't own Daniel Jones and this fic was FICTION. None of it is true.
Notes: here’s this week’s blurb for @writer-wednesday! enjoy!
You jog together every Saturday after work. Daniel’s made sure to make it a routine. something you can do together as each of your schedules seem to never coincide. through every season, every month, you two find the time for your once a week jog and a hot dog or walking tacos on your way home. and spring is knocking on the door. the sunshine is beating down hard on your backs. you aren’t even sure if Daniel notices, not as you take a break under the cherry blossoms.
He’s quick to stop right after, breathing heavily as he pushes his way over to you. “you okay?” he’s placing a hand on your lower back as you hunch over, trying to catch your breath. He’s watching you quietly, beads of sweat gathering at his temples as he straightens his back. He feels that little velvet box pushing at his thigh in his pocket.
“Yeah, I’m fine Danny.” you breathe heavily, closing your eyes and standing up to drink the water you’ve brought along with you. Your eyes sit on Daniel for a few moments and you smile. “We’ve gone a lot farther this time.” you laugh quietly, still out of breath. You’re reaching out for his hand, opting to ditch the last half of your jog for a walk through the cherry blossoms.
Daniel smiles, hand holding yours tightly. “so i’ve been thinking…” he starts to speak as the both of you walk, thankful for the breeze that begins to pick up around them. “it’s definitely been a long winter for us… and i’m not sure if i would’ve been able to get through it without you.” He sighs happily.
“oh, don’t get all sappy on me, Dan.” you smile quietly, sipping your water again.
“let me finish.” Daniel smiles as he stops the two of you in your tracks. His nerves are getting the better of him and he really doesn’t want to chicken out. His heart is racing, feeling like it’ll jump out of his chest. “and i don’t want to ever go through another patch like that without you. Without my other half… so.” He starts to take a deep breath, dropping down to one knee and shoving his hand in his pocket.
He’s in his running shorts, running shoes, and a grey t-shirt. Smiling at you brightly as he pulls out that little velvet box and opens it up to the prettiest opal ring you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. Your breath catches in your throat. “Daniel…” You whisper, humming before you’re holding your hand out to him.
“Marry me?” he asks, sliding the ring from the box onto your hand before standing up to gather you into his arms. You laugh, cupping his cheeks as he spins you around, kissing you just as gently as he did that first time. “god i was so worried you’d say no.” he laughs, nose tucking under your chin.
You hold onto him, letting him hold onto you. “why would i say no?” you ask, brushing his hair back.
“You could do so much better than me.” he says softly, blossoms from the trees falling around you with one hard gust of wind. some of the petals finding purchase in Daniel’s hair. “i’ve gotten so lucky to have you.”
you roll your eyes, plucking that pink and white petal from his hair. “i think i’m the lucky one, and i’ve got this to prove it.” you say softly, holding up the petal. “to always remind me of this moment.” and Daniel is placing you down, pushing your run on just a little more. for your favorite walking taco and to maybe catch the gleam of that ring in the sunlight.
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Clyde Logan
Fics:
Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago)
Clyde x Female!OC
AO3 I 3.6k + 4k + 4k + 4k + 4k
Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 * I Part 4 * I Part 5*
One-Shots:
Cinnamon & Chocolate*
A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Beta!Clyde x Alpha!Paterson x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader
AO3 I 7.6k
Charlie Barber
Fics:
Deep End Distractions
Charlie x Fem!AFAB Reader
AO3 I 4.2k + 4.6k + 4.9k
Part 1 I Part 2* I Part 3*
Ficlets:
Wildest Dreams
Charlie x Fem!Reader (can be read as Gender-Neutral!Reader)
AO3 I 1.6k
Henry McHenry
Series:
A Study in Henry
The Night, The Flame*
~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader
~~~~~ AO3 I 2.1k
Fine Line*
~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader
~~~~~ AO3 I 2.3k
Maurizio Gucci
Fics:
Gold Rush
Maurizio x Fem!AFAB Reader
AO3 I 5.5k + ?
Part 1* I Part 2
Kylo Ren / Ben Solo
Fics:
Shadow of the Sea
Merman!Kylo x fem!AFAB Reader
AO3 I 4.3k + ? + ? + ?
Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I ?
Ficlets:
A Shrike to Your Sharp & Glorious Thorn *
Kylo x Gender-Neutral!Reader
AO3 I 1k
Paterson
One-Shots:
Cinnamon & Chocolate*
A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Alpha!Paterson x Beta!Clyde x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader
AO3 I 7.6k
Adam Sackler
One-Shots:
Fever Pitch*
A/B/O Dyanmics; Alpha!Sackler x Omega!Gender-Neutral!Reader
Hello, hello! I am back with yet another request, if you’re up for it! 🥰 22. “Stop looking at me like that!” & 29. “I didn’t know you could sing.” for your man Dan, please and thank you! ❤️
Hi! Of course I’m always up for writing for my sweet Daniel 🥺 I really enjoyed this one, as it’s one of my favorite songs and idk just fluff?
Word Count: 500
“I’m kissaphobic, don’t wanna get too close to you.” You sang quietly as you cut into another potato, slicing them into fine chips. “Your mouth is a hurricane, something sweet before the pain.” Your voice trails off into little hums as you oil your pan and place them in quietly.
You could faintly hear the water running from Daniel’s shower and where he was listening to some podcast on mythology. “You’ll loosen your dress, you’ll pull at my neck, and we’ll break what can’t be broken.” Your voice was quiet as you cooked, stirring up and flipping potatoes and steak. “Throwing the Cabernet back.” You grabbed the wine bottle Daniel had brought for dinner and poured two glasses happily, a slight giggle falling through the next line— “in a bright blue Cadillac.”
Daniel’s shower had stopped, his podcast had turned off, but you hadn’t noticed. You were too busy making sure the dinner you got with your love was as perfect as it could be. He had a towel knotted around his waist as he padded down the hall, only stopping with a slightly confused look when he heard your voice, “spin me around, keep me spinning around, swaying to the band. Your fingers are quivering, except when you’re shivering, I wanna hold your hand.”
Daniel leaned on the wall to listen, not wanting to be seen just yet. He didn’t know you could sing that well. You’d both done karaoke drunkenly, but who really sounds good then? “But I can’t get too close to you, my darling. Can't get too close.” You paused for a moment a deep sigh coming from your chest. Daniel wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay. “And god help me, if I do— you’ll leave me broken hearted.”
Daniel peeked around the corner, watching a tear slide down your cheek. “I didn’t know you could sing like that.” Daniel said as he moved over to the counter, wanting to just wrap you in his arms. He couldn’t bear to just watch you cry, even if he got to listen to your voice.
“Oh— I..” you smiled as you wiped your cheek. “It’s nothing. Just passing the time.” You leaned into his chest, his skin still dewy from his shower and hair damp. “Should go put some clothes on.” You smile.
“I don’t know that song.” He mumbles, pressing a kiss against your head. You shrug only a bit, watching the way his eyes dance over your face. A big dopey grin replacing the small smile. “Was nice though.”
“Stop looking at me like that.” You smile, cheeks heating up. You could feel the heat down to your toes.
“I can’t help it.” Daniel chuckles softly. “I love you. I love that voice.”
“My love.” You look up at him to meet his eyes, your entire face red. “Go get dressed. Dinner’s almost ready.”
He shakes his head and smiles, mimicking an; “I’m kissaphobic—” as he trudged back to your shared bedroom.
Pardon me as I place these NSFW thots out into the void.
I want to pull Dan Jones by the tie.
He’s tired, he’s stressed.
I want to be the vessel into which he’s able to spill all his frustration, all his hidden aggression. I want to drag him to a darkened closet, give his tired eyes a break from the harsh fluorescent lighting, and let him fuck me until he’s shaking and whimpering my name.
Until he’s tired from something more than just reading, and researching, and fighting.
Until the furrows in his brow are made of pleasure instead, not stress.
