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+ DYLAN O’BRIEN +

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+ STILES STILINSKI +

Undercover

Stiles Stilinski is, without a doubt, your partner in crime. So when you go undercover together, it’s always a breeze.... right?

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End of the Line ( 1 ) ( 2 )

Your job is to remember. To remember your other half — remember Stiles. Will your love for a person you don’t even remember be strong enough to bring him back?

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+ THOMAS +

Happy Ending

The immune children have finally received their happy ending, no longer needing to run or to hide. Thomas wakes up at the Safe Haven, unaware that his happy ending came at a serious price.

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+ STUART TWOMBLY +

Night Light

After sleeping with the lights on every night since you’ve arrived to Google, your roommate, Stuart, resorts to a pretty odd solution — not that you’re complaining.

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+ DAVE HODGMAN +

Late Nights

Your best friend, Dave, makes sure you get home safely after a night of partying, and you’re too buzzed to notice his longing eyes.

Late Nights || Dave Hodgman

A/N: I was debating on whether I should make this a dylan or dave fic.. but I decided on dave bc this is too wholesome to not go to him.

word count: 1,438

WARNINGS: mentions of underage drinking, fluff.

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“The room’s spinning..” You whimpered, gripping onto whoever was keeping you steady at the moment. “Oh, god, why is the room spinning?”

The person’s grip on your waist tightened while a chuckle rumbled from their chest, holding you close to them as they shuffled around. “Nothing’s spinning, Y/N, we’re outside. Now hold still, I’m trying to get my keys.” The voice spoke with amusement, and you slowly realized that it was Dave accompanying you. Letting out a low groan, you shifted closer to his side to keep yourself up, your eyes squeezing shut to block out the brightness of the porch lights.

There was a small jingling of keys and a few more sounds before you heard the front door open — of who’s house? you have yet to know. Every step you took made your stomach churn, a pout of discomfort on your lips when you peeled your eyes open to meet your staircase. There were so many. So, so many.

You looked to Dave with pleading eyes, watching as the boy sighed before wrapping his arms under your legs and lifting you up and to his chest. As he slowly stepped up each stair, you leaned your head onto his shoulder with a content sigh. You could feel his body shiver when you nuzzled your nose to his neck — he smelled of sandalwood and vanilla.

“You smell good,” You mumbled drunkenly, not caring enough to notice the growing red glow to Dave’s cheeks as he gently laid you down on your bed. “Uh, thank you,” He stammered, hands fumbling around slightly when slipping your heels off your feet. “Do you have anything to wipe your makeup off?”

You nodded lazily, hand raising up and flicking over in the direction of your vanity with a quiet hum. Dropping your hand back down on the bed, you snuggled your face into your pillow as Dave quickly made his way over to your vanity. His face contorted with confusion while looking over the multiple skin products sprawled out on the table top, letting out a small ‘ah’ when he found a packet of makeup wipes.

“I’ll get you some water in a sec.” He mumbled, kneeling down beside you and the bed on the floor. “Can you sit up?” He asked, and you groaned while rolling onto your back. It was the best you could give him at the moment in your drunken state. A small laugh left the boy’s lips as he pulled out a makeup wipe, gently rubbing at the now oily product.

“You got absolutely hammered tonight, you know. Had to pull you off of Brendan Meltzer.” You heard Dave scoff, unable to see him pull a face of disgust, shaking his head at the image as you hummed in response. Dave could clearly tell that you wouldn’t be able to recall a single detail from your late night, so he decided it would be best not to drill you for your decision of trying to make out with the football player.

Goosebumps rose on your skin at the feeling of the cool wipe brushing on your face, and along your eyelids. Your hand reached out and grabbed Dave’s wrist, pausing him from cleaning the rest of your makeup before you peeled your eyes open. “You’re a good guy, Dave.” You whispered, looking into his warm whiskey eyes. He looked down at you with a ghost of a smile before shaking his head and opening his mouth to deny, but you interrupted him by adding, “I mean, how many guys do you know would take a girl home and not sleep with her, but make sure she’s cleaned up and taken care of?”

This time you did notice the way his cheeks and neck began to glow with a faint red color, even with the dim lighting of your bedroom. Dave exhaled deeply, looking down at your hand which was no longer on his wrist, but playing with his fingers, before gazing back into your eyes. “You’re not just some girl, Y/N. You’re my best friend, and I’m always gonna be here to make sure you’re safe.” The brunette said sweetly, making tears well up in your eyes. When he noticed this, his brown eyes grew with panic, mouth gaped open as you released small weeping sounds.

Before he could try and ask what was wrong, you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder. “I-I love you s-so much, Dave!” You blubbered in between your sobs, tightening your grip on the boy who had tentatively slipped his arms around your waist to return your death grip of a hug. Dave laughed slightly at your sudden burst of drunken affection, pressing a kiss to the side of your head while rubbing circles on your back. “I love you too, bub,” He swallowed thickly, eyes screwing shut to accompany his clenched jaw as he whispered, quietly, “More than you know.”

He held you close for as long as you let him, rubbing comforting circles on your back while mumbling gentle words into your ear, unaware to the fact that he was essentially rocking you to sleep. When you tiredly pulled away, you stared at the brunette with droopy eyes while cupping his cheek, leaving him to stare at you curiously. “Any girl would be lucky to have you, Davie.” You mumbled, sounding more sober than before, and leaving Dave bewildered.

Feeling his throat grow dry, his eyes darted from from the hand on his cheek and the close proximity of your face to his. The brunette was almost certain that you could hear his heart pounding madly beneath his chest while you continued to brush the pad of your thumb along his cheek. Dave wet his lips slowly, his eyes furrowing as he debated with himself on asking his question. He knew he shouldn’t ask with the state that you were in, but before he could stop himself, the words tumbled from his mouth as he asked, “E-Even you?”

It was silent for a few moments, and you could feel Dave’s body stiffen underneath you and his fingers anxiously twitching on your waist as he awaited his answer. You nodded slowly, feeling as though your body was about to shut down with exhaustion at any minute. “Mhm.. even me.” You sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut and let your forehead fall onto Dave’s with a gentle ‘thump’. Had you not been so tired, you would’ve aimed for his shoulder.

His breath hitched in his throat, eyes bulging at the feeling of your short exhales warming his lips. He spluttered, trying to form words, but ultimately failing due to the fact that his lips were a few mere inches away from yours. “Let’s, um.. Let’s get you to bed.” He suggested, clearing his throat quickly after his voice cracked due to his nerves. He pulled back your covers as you slowly untangled yourself from him, laying your head on your pillow and curling into yourself.

You felt Dave drape the covers over you, which you immediately snuggled into and let yourself fade into your slumber. Your ears perked at the faint thuds of footsteps, which you could only assume were Dave’s, and the sound of running water from your bathroom. The footsteps grew closer to you, and you struggled to open your eyes once more. Silently watching your best friend place a few tablets and a glass of water on your nightstand, you held onto his wrist once he put the glass down.

“Thank you,” You blinked up at him, “for everything.” You whispered, watching as his freckled face looked down at you adoringly with soft smile gracing his features. Carefully pulling his hand from your grip, Dave brushed a few stray hairs from your forehead before gently placing his lips there. You closed your eyes, the feeling of his lips on your skin bringing warmth to your face. When he pulled away, your eyes were still closed, breathing now at a steady rhythm. You had fallen asleep to Dave’s kiss.

You were unable to see the longing look in his eyes that night. The twitching of his fingers that were so eager to hold you again, but never let you go. Nor were you able to hear the bittersweet tone of his voice when he mumbled, “I’ll be here for you forever, and a day.”

And as much as he wanted to tell you the morning after, he knew that he would have to resort to saying it was another one of those late nights.