'i know i'm finding it hard to breathe
and i've been drowning in my own sleep
and i feel a hate crashing over me
so rescue me'

Night time is a time Stile's dreads, he puts off going to bed as much as he possibly can because that's when he's not in control and the nightmares are. Before they were bearable to an extent, after what happened to his dad with the chimera though… now they have him in night sweats, gasping for air and bordering being sleep deprived. He can't lose his dad, he can't.

Stiles knew he was causing his dad to worry with barely sleeping so tonight, he slipped into bed at the reasonable time of 10:30pm and stared up at his ceiling trying to not work himself up into a panic about what he was going to have to endure tonight. Stiles shook his head slightly; he needed to think of something different. That's when the thought of just leaving Beacon Hills crossed his mind, how easy it could be to leave this town without a look back. His dad could transfer somewhere else, they could go anywhere. Maybe even get a one way plane ticket to a new country… England, Australia, Greece, Spain… the choices were endless. Stiles could do some research on it.

Werewolves, kanima's, darach's, alpha packs, kitsune's, nogitsune's, banshee's, whatever the hell Parrish is and the dread doctors… it's never ending and Stiles had had enough, he yearned to be back when Scott was just figuring out how to manage his new found lycanthropy and having to occasionally deal with Derek. It was somehow oddly simple back then, he had been so blissfully naïve.

"Dad?" Stiles asked looking at his father laid out on the hospital bed "I'm gonna stay right here okay, I'm right here dad."

The steady beep of the heart machine had oddly offered Stiles some comfort, knowing his dad's heart was still beating and he was still with him… until the machine made the stomach lurching noise of flat lining. "Dad?" Stiles asked as time slowed down "Dad!"

"Stiles!" A voice said. He's being pulled back by nurses as he tried to move forward to be beside his dad but there are so many cold hands pulling him away and out of the room, he's trying to fight his way back into the room because the lights have gone out and the nurses are cold and faceless, the lights come back on to reveal three faceless doctors with tools that don't look like they are for bringing someone back to life. "DAD!" Stiles shouted wanting to be heard above the buzzing noise.

With a final yank by a nurse, Stiles is falling backwards and he jolts as the cold water hits him so unexpectedly. The stream is moving too fast and he can't comprehend how to move his limbs and he's sinking, he can't breathe, his dad…

He's coughing as he sits upright in bed immediately, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to take in as much oxygen as possible. Tears stung at his eyes and he can feel his shirt sticking to him. He's vision focused and he could see his dad sitting next to him on the bed with a look of worry. Stiles grabbed his dad's forearms "You're here," he murmured, his throat sore.

His dad has a frown on his face "I'm here," he said softly before bringing Stiles in for a bone crushing hug "I'm here son." He murmured.

Stiles tensed for a moment before hugging his dad back, he was hot and sticky but his hands felt freezing cold. He could still hear the heart machine flat line in his ears and the tears stinging his eyes fell. "You were gone," Stiles gasped out "the machine- you left me- I was… I was drowning."

"Stiles you were screaming," His dad said "you kept moving around, you didn't say the night terrors were back."

Stiles tightened his hold on his dad slightly, slowly being comforted by the very steady rise and fall of his dad's chest. "They never went," he said through a yawn "they were bearable but since you were attacked… they've been worse."

He felt his dad run a hand through his damp hair as he felt exhaustion hit him like a wave, he wasn't going back to sleep again. The only reason he had gone to bed so early was to keep his dad from worrying. "I'm here now," he said "I'd never leave you."


'please sign on the dotted line
those thoughts are not required
but you're all fucking vampires to me, to me
emergency, help
emergency'

He's tired, he knows he looked terrible and he didn't need his peers looking at him sympathetically as if they know how he's feeling or what he's going through. They couldn't possibly understand the shit that he's had to put up with. He closed his locker with some extra unnecessary force.

"…Hey," Scott said "how are you feeling?" he asked almost sounding genuine, or maybe he was being genuine. Stiles didn't care. He felt emotionless, a bit like a walking zombie. Maybe that could be added to the list of shit that had turned up in Beacon Hills; he wanted to laugh at the idea. Maybe Stiles had finally snapped and gone insane.

Stiles turned to look at his best friend or… well his former best friend, he didn't know these days where he stood with anyone. "Do you really care Scott?" he asked, internally cringing at how crap he sounded.

Scott had the audacity to look offended "Of course I care Stiles," he said softly "you're my best frie-"

"-Stop," Stiles said cutting the alpha off "let's just cut the crap okay, we've not been right for a while," he added "right now I want some space for a while."

Scott looked pained "Stiles," he said sounding hurt "I heard your dad on the phone to my mom, he said you weren't sleeping."

"Stop, Scott! Just… give me some space," Stiles sighed as he turned to walk in the direction of his next class. Scott reached out to touch his arm and Stiles flinched away from him "don't… don't touch me."

Scott looked slightly taken aback at his reaction "How much space do you need?" he asked sounding sad "what if… what if this is it for us?" he asked.

Stiles remembered a time when he had the same fear but too much had happened between then and now, namely Donovan. Stiles would wake up in the night close to throwing up as he remembered the look on Scott's face, how he'd taken a step away from Stiles. "I don't know Scott," Stiles said emotionlessly "I don't know." he repeated before turning his back on Scott and heading to class. If he saw Theo at the end of the hallway with a slight smirk on his face then he walked straight past the boy feeling like he was in a daze.

He was sat in his usual seat for class when he jolted slightly in surprise when Theo took a seat behind him, shuffling forward ever so slightly so that when he leant forward he could whisper into Stiles' ear. "Sorry to hear about you and Scott," he said, he didn't sound remorseless in the slightest.

If Stiles had been more with it, he'd have realised he shared all of his classes with Theo and Scott today. Scott had sat a couple rows away from Stiles but he could feel the alpha's gaze on him. "Funny how your tone suggests otherwise," Stiles responded to Theo.

Theo was smirking, Stiles knew it. "He wasn't there; he didn't know how close Donovan came to killing you, it was you or Donovan." Theo said softly.

Stiles exhaled as he tried to ignore Theo. "It's like I said the other day Stiles," Theo said softly, his breath hitting the back of Stile's neck "if Scott was really your best friend he'd have paid attention to how this has affected you."

"I'm trying to listen," Stiles said flatly.

Maybe when he got home he could research airfares or new police departments, it couldn't hurt to know the prices and the miles that it could take to get away from here. Stiles didn't know if he even wanted to stay in the same state anymore. So for the rest of the lesson Stiles took to making a list. One half of the page is other states he wouldn't mind moving to and the other half of the page consisted of country's that he liked the sound of.


'so pull every pin from every grenade
and blow it all up in my face boom
make everything louder do it till my skin vibrates
make everything louder i wanna hear my eardrums ring
more volts in the system drown out the symptoms'

Stiles was cold, why was he so cold? Someone was grabbing him, why was someone grabbing him?

"I'm sorry," Stiles gasped out as Donovan's grip tightened on his arms "I'm so sorry, you were going to kill me, it was self-defence."

Donovan looked pretty pissed "You're coming to join me," he said angrily "you take my life, I take yours. Fairs fair right?"

Stiles tried to shake off Donovan but the boy had hold of him pretty tight "No," Stiles said as he tried to stop Donovan from moving them any further, he can hear the rushing of the water up ahead "no." he added.

"Stiles," A voice he vaguely recognised said, he couldn't place the face to the voice. He knew who it was, why couldn't he… he tried to shake Donovan off again.

"Poor Sheriff Stilinski," Donovan said in a cold voice "first his wife left him and now his son as well."

Stiles could see the river up ahead and he almost tripped over a twig as Donovan practically dragged him along. He squinted as a light from the other side of the river appeared and seemed to get bigger and bigger, the brightness illuminating his surroundings and hurting his eyes.

"Get off of-" Stiles said as he tugged his arms violently out of Donovan's grip to only stumble slightly and placed a hand over his eyes as the woods and the rushing sound of the river disappeared and instead he stood in the middle of a road, barefoot and squinting at the boy who stood near the bright head lights of a car "Theo?" he asked as Stiles started to recognise the boys features.

Theo stepped forward slightly, coming into a clearer view for Stiles. "I did try to get you out of the road," he said "but you were screaming and trying to push me away. I didn't want to hurt you."

Stiles looked around again, he had never sleepwalked before. This was new. "I…" he said "where am I?" he asked instead.

"Not far from yours," Theo said softly "I can drive you back if you want."

Stiles wanted to protest and tell Theo he could shove his offer up where the sun don't shine, he didn't trust the boy as far as he could throw him yet Stiles was stood out in the middle of a road, barefoot in his pyjamas and freezing cold. "If it doesn't put you out," Stiles said "what time is it anyway?" he asked as he realised how violently he was shivering from the cold.

Theo just opened the passenger door for Stiles to get in and cranked the heating up in the car; it was like sitting in a big warm blanket. The warmth had him practically curling up in the seat and closing his eyes. "Don't let me go to sleep," Stiles said pleadingly.

"You need to sleep Stiles," Theo said as they drove back to Stiles' house "you're making yourself ill and everyone at school can see how exhausted you look."

Stiles sighed "If I could sleep don't you think I would?" he snapped.

"Okay," Theo said sounding equally as annoyed "Firstly you could literally die in a car crash because of driving when you're tired not to mention the fact that sleep deprivation could lead to you becoming depressed and then suicidal, there are metabolic changes that can occur and that can cause diabetes mellitus or how about gaining weight and dying from obesity. How does that sound to you Stiles? You are literally heading in that direction with what you're doing to yourself." He added with his voice getting louder and louder before finishing and taking an audible breath.

Stiles was sort of glad for Theo's little outburst because it had him focusing on something instead of how warm and tired he felt. "Well thank you for the enlightening doom and gloom of my future Doctor Raeken, when the hell did you get so knowledgeable about lack of sleep anyway?" he asked.

Theo looked reluctant to answer for a moment or so before he said "I googled it,"

"Wait," Stiles said "have you been compiling a list of reasons as to why I should get a proper night's sleep?" he asked oddly amused and still fully suspicious.

Theo shrugged lightly as he pulled into Stiles' driveway "Anyone can see how you're barely functioning," he said "I don't know if this has anything to do with Scott-"

"-it's not about Scott," Stiles interrupted immediately "it's about almost losing my dad because of the chimera attack you probably orchestrated on him, it's about seeing Donovan in my dreams every night dragging me to a river, it's about losing my friends and it's… it's about this town!" he said ranting off all the reasons he couldn't sleep.

Theo was silent as he cut the engine of the car "I've told you I'm not the bad guy here," he said softly "I care about you Stiles."

"You don't know me," Stiles pointed out "like I don't know you."

Theo fixed him with a look "We both know that's not true," he said "I know your secrets and you know mine."

Stiles leaned his head back against the headrest and looked out the windscreen at the stars shining innocently above his house. "When I was younger I used to sleep with my curtains open," he said "I still do. There's this star, it seems to be the brightest star in the sky in comparison to the others. I used to think it was my mom's way of watching over me… now it makes me feel sick to think of her watching over me because I don't think she'd like what she's seen." He admitted softly into the car, he didn't know why he even told Theo that but it seemed appropriate according to the mood in the car.

He felt more than saw Theo reach his hand over and rest it on top of Stiles'. "Donovan wasn't your fault; he was going to kill you. Stiles it was in self-defence and in a tense situation. I know I gave you shit for it… but I thought it would get you to understand how I felt about Josh. All you've ever done is help Scott and fight to survive the creatures that are drawn to Beacon Hills, I'm sure she'd be proud of you." Theo said.

Stiles didn't mind the silence that followed.


'i push all my problems to the back of my brain
a darkness deep inside where i just can't find my way
how can i walk with a smile just get on with my day
when i deceived myself pretending it's all okay'

Stiles felt warm and comfortable, that much he can tell. Its morning by the way the sunlight is hitting is face and that's when he realised he's in his bed, he's been asleep with no nightmares and he's being used as a little spoon. The realisation has him feeling confused.

"Morning," A sleepy sounding Theo murmured into Stile's back.

Stiles sat right up then and prodded Theo a couple of times to make sure this was not a dream "What the…" he exclaimed "how did you end up in my bed!?" he asked.

Theo didn't appear to be too bothered with Stiles poking him, he just continued to lay there with an arm thrown over his face as he said "You fell asleep in my car so I carried you back up to your room," and then he added "I didn't think you'd remember this but you asked me to stay and when I said that in the morning you would grill me, you grabbed my arm and said you wanted me to stay."

Theo was right; Stiles definitely didn't remember any of that. He remembered the car; he'd slept walked into the middle of the road.

"Oh," is all Stiles said before he stood up "I might have a couple clothes that fit you unless you're going home."

Theo groaned as he buried his head under the pillows "I'll wear whatever," he said "just five more minutes and then I'll get sorted for school."

Stiles didn't want to find Theo looking all sleepy and asking for five more minutes cute, he really didn't want to think of him like that. "You'll wear whatever?" he asked "interesting choice of words Raeken."

After that, the morning routine was a bit of a blur. All he knew was Theo Raeken looked illegally good in a red plaid shirt and black jeans; it was ridiculous how Theo could pull of Stiles clothes better than Stiles could. Theo's words kind of played in Stiles head on a loop during the car ride to school. "I care about you Stiles," and "I also came back for you."

Stiles knew he was about to step into a school where Scott would probably smell that Stiles smelled like Theo and vice versa, somehow he managed to muster up a small worry but he couldn't find it in him to be bothered.

"You want to quit drooling Stilinski?" Theo asked sounding smug with a grin; it almost felt like playful banter. It almost resembled something akin to normal.

Stiles rolled his eyes "You want to deflate that ego a bit Raeken?" he shot back, trying to not be amused by the small shove Theo gave him.

"You should stop drooling over me then," Theo said "it does wonders for this ego of mine."

Stiles scoffed as they walked down the hallway towards his locker, he wondered idly how he had found himself stuck with Theo. "Such modesty," Stiles commented.

It happened to be Stiles' luck that Scott was at his locker gathering books when Stiles opened his locker feeling a bit awkward at how disastrously their friendship had broken down.

Theo had gestured down at himself "Who needs modesty when I have a body like mine?" he asked with a playful grin.

Stiles didn't find that funny, he definitely didn't want to laugh at that. "Ass," he said instead.

Scott slammed his locker shut causing Stiles to jump out of his skin and Theo to smirk. "You two reek of each other," he said "I didn't realise that when you said you wanted space away from me it was because you wanted to get buddied up with him. I didn't think you even liked him and here you two are flaunting your new found whatever in my face." He ranted.

Stiles was angry at the insinuation of Scott's words. "I feel like saving my life warrants being nice even for a little bit," Stiles said.

"Saving your…" Scott said slowly.

Theo stepped in then leaning up against Stiles' back, probably making the situation worse. "Found him sleep walking in the middle of the road last night, so like any good friend I listened to him and stayed with him to make sure he was okay." He said.

"Oh my god," Stiles murmured shaking his head slightly as he moved away from the two werewolves and headed down to his class.


'nothing can breathe in the space
colder than the darkest sea
i have dreams about the days driving through your sunset breeze
but the first thing that i will do
is bury my love for you'

Stiles was typing away and scrolling through endless pages of web pages as his research went underway regarding states and countries. He had somehow gotten stuck with Theo; the boy was currently laid on Stiles' bed reading a book idly.

"England wouldn't be too bad, do you know that approximately one hundred and sixty five million cups of tea are drank a day." Theo said from the bed, Stiles had a sneaking suspicion that Theo liked making his bed smell like him.

Stiles closed down the web page "I'm more of a coffee person," he said before starting on the next country on his list.

"Iceland has more than twenty active volcanoes, Grimsvoetn and Hekla are the most active ones I think… don't quote me on it though." Theo said from the bed.

Stiles shrugged "Volcanoes aren't too bad, y'know. The word is originally from the name of a Roman god of fire, but then lava is pretty hot so…" Stiles said as he trailed off "that can be crossed off the list."

Theo chuckled lightly "Lava is pretty hot," he repeated "that's a major understatement."

"New Zealand equals more volcanoes so… might pass on that one." Stiles murmured to himself and heard Theo chuckle once more.

"Madagascar was governed by France from 1895. It became the Republic of Madagascar in 1993. Fun fact for you, in 2012 there was 103 living species of lemur in Madagascar." Theo said lightly.

Stiles paused what he was doing to spin around in his chair to look at the boy on his bed who looked amused. "Okay… how are you doing that?" he asked.

"What?" Theo asked as he rolled onto his stomach to look at Stiles "is it so hard to believe I have a good knowledge of the countries you're looking into?"

Stiles nodded his head "Yes!" he said.

Theo grinned and waved his phone at Stiles as he said "I was sat behind you when you made that list, I googled a couple things beforehand."

Stiles shook his head "You are unbelievable," he said.

"I know," Theo grinned.


'cause certain things mend us when we're hanging on for dear life'

It's strangely become a regular thing to happen; Theo will come round Stiles' after school most days and will end up spending the night. They happen to share the same bed every night, all physical boundaries that were once there are totally gone. Stiles hates to admit that he actually enjoyed snuggling into the warm body of Theo every night, it's comforting and while it doesn't entirely keep the nightmares away but it's manageable once more.

Stiles knows his dad is aware of Theo's presence in the house but he doesn't bring it up, not since Stiles' nightmares have stopped waking him every night.

"This is weird," Stiles commented in the darkness of his bedroom one night "I mean this isn't normal is it?" he added.

He felt Theo shrug slightly "It's not the strangest thing to happen in Beacon Hills though is it?" he responded with his own question.

"No I guess it's not," Stiles sighed.

"Why do you want to leave so badly?" Theo asked softly.

Stiles hadn't exactly hid his desire to leave the town behind when he was around Theo. "Werewolves I can handle," Stiles said "a sentence I never thought I would ever say. So much has happened here though; it feels like everything that's happened was in the wake of Scott being bitten. Believe it or not but I don't enjoy being in a constant state of anxiety with life or death situations hanging over my head and over my friends heads."

Theo was silent for a minute or so before he said "Surely that's a reason to stay," he said because you're not in this alone?"

Stiles closed his eyes as he snuggled closer "Maybe," he said "I feel like if I did leave I'd constantly be looking over my shoulder, I'd be suspicious of everyone around me and that's not the way to live surely."

"Like you were suspicious of me?" Theo asked.

"Were?" Stiles asked "still am buddy."


'i'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
get along with the voices inside of my head
you're trying to save me stop holding your breath
and you think i'm crazy yeah you think i'm crazy'

Things seemed to be looking up, he didn't look as tired as before and he didn't feel as tired. He had to deal with the looks of disbelief from Lydia, Malia, Scott and Liam whenever he walked down the hall with Theo like it was a normal occurrence which it happened to be for him nowadays. Of course when things start to look up it so happens that the other shoe drops.

Stiles is walking down the hallway by himself which is a welcome change, he's only going to his locker.

It's only something that he glimpses briefly, a mop of dark hair and tan skin and his mind flashes to Donovan. From there he thinks of chimeras and his dad who almost died because of a chimera attack. He can see his old group of friends at Scott's locker beside his and he's almost there, so close. But the hallway seems to stretch and spin, a wave of fear hitting Stiles right in the chest. He felt like he was going to be sick but at the same time he can't catch his breath properly. Stiles can feel his heart pounding violently in his chest; he moved a shaky hand to his chest as he tried to breathe. The last time he had a panic attack… Scott.

In front of him he can see Theo appearing from around a corner looking frantic, there's a shoving match between him and Scott. Theo appeared beside him a moment later.

"Stiles!?" Theo said.

"I think…" he said "I think I'm having a panic attack."

He's being dragged into the locker room and he remembered it vividly of when it was him and Lydia and now he can't catch his breath and he's going to be sick… Theo shoved him up against a locker and pressed his lips against Stiles' and shit, he wasn't expecting that. When Theo pulled away, Stiles breathing had returned to normal but he felt like shit. He hand a hand bunched in Theo's shirt when the door to the locker room opened and Scott appeared. Stiles looked at his former best friend and doubled over, emptying his stomach contents all over the locker room floor.

"Oh, fuck." Stiles groaned afterwards.

"I'll get you some water," Theo said with a slightly disgusted face before excusing himself quite quickly.

Stiles felt Scott steer him out the locker room and to an empty classroom. He was happy with the change of rooms; he couldn't have stayed in the locker room without vomiting again.

"Stiles," Scott said softly "I hate this. I hate us not talking."

Stiles focused on taking in a couple of deep breaths "It's called giving me space Scott," he said "it's something I asked for."

"I hate having to see you suffer and not be able to do anything about," Scott said softly.

Stiles took a step back from him "You had no problem watching me suffer after… after…" Stiles can't bring himself to say the name in case it brings another attack "how do you think I feel knowing that happened? Scott he was going to kill me and I had no choice! You had no problem looking at me like I was a monster when the truth is that the guilt eats at me every single day and he haunts my nightmares. You don't get it, you don't. It was me or him Scott." He ranted.

Scott opened his mouth.

"So don't talk about not being able to watch me suffer because you have," Stiles said in a steady voice "you have."

Scott looked pained as he said "I'm your best friend Stiles," and then he added "how do you think it makes me feel when you tell me you need space away from me and then you and Theo are close not a couple days later. He tried to kill me Stiles and you only seem to be willing to be around him instead of your own pack."

"What pack Scott?" Stiles asked "cause we watched as the pack fell apart bit by bit. I don't know what to say… Theo is… I don't know. He helps me sleep."

Scott took a step toward Stiles "I need my best friend," he said softly and sadly "I can't do this without you Stiles."

Stiles looked down at his shoes "Scott I have been there from the very beginning," he said "from when you got bit to facing a questionably sane alpha, a kanima turned werewolf, a crazy darach teacher at the same time as an alpha pack and the whole kitsune thing and all the crazy shit that's happened. I have never once just up and left, I stayed beside you. I need space away from it all Scott. You seem to attract it all like a magnet and I need a break before I truly snap and end up in Eichen House for the rest of my life."

Scott nodded his head "Okay," he said.

The door to the class room opened to Theo holding a see through bottle of water.


'your lips feel warm to the touch
you can bring me back to life
on the outside you're ablaze and alive
but you're dead inside'

It's a new day. A new beginning of sorts.

Stiles wakes first and lays in the light that falls upon them in the bed, he listened to the soft breathing of Theo and thought of his lips on Stiles' own. They had been warm and demanding.

Stiles feels himself slowly remove himself from the bed to head to the bathroom to have a bath, he could pretend he's washing away all the horrid memories he's seen with his own eyes. He can pretend he's cleansing himself of everything he's done. It's a nice thought. There are some things he wouldn't change though. He slipped into the warm water and let a content sigh slip past his lips, every time he gets in the bath he remembers the time he had to be pushed under cold water and ice at Deaton's animal clinic.

He doesn't stay in the bath too long because Theo would wake and wonder where he had gone. Stiles has hated how he's grown attached to Theo and weirdly vice versa.

"I also came back for you," runs through his mind once more.

He's slipped into some clothes for the day before he lies on the bed once more beside Theo who not a moment later inhales and exhales softly before he murmured "You smell nice,"

"Theo," Stiles said carefully "about yesterday…"

Theo looked up at Stiles with a guarded expression "If I crossed the line I'm sorry but I'd heard that-" he said sounding a bit frantic.

Stiles thought it was adorable; he leaned in and connected their lips again. To see if memory had served him right (it had) and effectively shut Theo up (hm, interesting). He pulled away with a thoughtful expression.

"What… what was that for?" Theo asked sounding breathless. Stiles liked that sound on him.

Stiles smiled "Just checking something," he said.

"How about you check again?" Theo asked "you'll have a more thorough answer then."

Stiles pulled a face "You've got morning breath," he pointed out.

"Oh shut up," Theo said as he brought an arm around Stiles' neck and pulled him down so he could connect their lips once more.


'i look and stare so deep in your eyes
i touch on you more and more every time'

"I miss you," Scott said softly in front of Stiles' house in the middle of the night.

"I miss you too," Stiles said before moving forward and throwing his arms around his best friends neck for a hug that he never knew he needed this much. Scott hugged him tightly and Stiles wondered if he needed to remind Scott he was only human until Scott loosened his hold a little bit.

"You reek of him," Scott mumbled into his neck.

Stiles grew warm at the words; he didn't know how he was going to tell his best friend that he was currently seeing the same person that had almost very nearly killed him. "I'm sorry," is all Stiles said instead because Scott wasn't stupid, he would figure it out one way or another if he hadn't already.

"I know," Scott sighed as he released Stiles "it's okay, if that's what is helping you to get better then I'm not going to get in the way of that."

"I've been an ass haven't I?" Stiles said softly because here is his best friend making amends and telling Stiles it's okay for him to go out with Scott's enemy.

Scott smiled softly as she shook his head lightly "No," he said "I should have been there when you needed me the most and I'm sorry I wasn't. I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt someone, I think I was just… I was hurt that you didn't tell me."

Stiles nodded his head slightly "Is it okay to go back to bed now or…" he said.

Scott laughed softly "I'm sorry for waking you up so late… or early," he said "I just… I needed to tell you I was sorry, that I miss you and I hate not talking to you."

"Ditto, ditto and ditto." Stiles said smiling before Scott was waving at him and heading to his bike.

Stiles quietly made his way back up the stairs and slipped into his bedroom, closing the door softly as to not wake Theo. When he got under the covers though it was less than a second before Theo was snuggling into him and whispered "You smell like Scott,"

"He came by quick," Stiles said softly and pushed his face into the pillow when Theo started placing kisses to his neck, soft ones at first which proceeded into him nipping at Stiles' skin sure enough to leave a hickey.

"I like it when you smell like me," Theo murmured into his ear softly before placing a quick kiss to the sensitive flesh there and then he was connecting their lips, hands roaming from Stiles' hair to his shoulders, down his chest and resting on his hips.

"You are insatiable," Stiles managed to gasp out when Theo allowed them to part ways for some much needed oxygen.

Theo placed a couple kisses along Stiles' shoulder and neck again as he hummed in agreement "I've waited a long time to have you like this," he said "a long time Stiles."

Stiles felt his heart rate increase at Theo's words causing the boy to grin. His hand lying atop of Stiles' chest. "You're really not letting up are you?" Stiles asked "it's midnight and I want to sleep."

"You'd leave me all worked up like this?" Theo murmured feigning shock.

Stiles groaned "Theo,"

Theo chuckled softly before pressing a soft kiss to Stiles' lips. "The morning then," Theo said.

"You're ridiculous," Stiles muttered.

The room is silent again before Theo murmured "Did you know Madagascar is the size of Texas?"

Stiles closed his eyes and laughed "And again I repeat that you're ridiculous."


A/N: Hello to all of you! I really shouldn't have spent my whole afternoon writing this when i have 3 outstanding fics that need to be updated buut i had Steo feels -cries- and i was struck with the idea and was like I NEED TO WRITE THIS!

The songs used in the fic are

1- Rescue Me - You Me At Six
2- Emergency - Nothing But Thieves (FAVE!)
3- Louder - Neon Jungle
4- Crying For No Reason - Katy B
5- Moondust - Jaymes Young (The stripped version is amazing and very much recommended)
6- Certain Things - James Arthur
7- The Monster - Eminem & Rihanna
8- Dead Inside - Muse
9- Crazy In Love - Sofia Karlberg