#howlingintohell

[aranaminokitsune]

@howlingintohell cont’d from here:

[ sms ; hale ] I can be over in 30.

[ sms ; hale ] I’m also bringing milkshakes, because.

[mccallofthewild]

@howlingintohell:

[Text] That was not what I meant to send you [Text] at all

[text] So, not asking the obvious question [text] What did you mean to send?

[mccallofthewild]

@howlingintohell

Tears are warm against his chest, soaking into his shirt, but not nearly as warm as the younger Alpha tucked against him. He can feel the heat pouring off of his face, red from anger and then from sadness and worry to follow.

It wasn’t their first argument, but it had been loud, and hurtful, and Scott’s fears of not being needed or loved must be assuaged. So he listed things, quiet and matter of fact.

“The smell when you get into bed after a long day. The first time I kissed you. The look in your eyes when someone tells you that you can’t do something… the look in your eyes when you want to give up, and you need someone to steady you. The way you love. The way you forgive…”

Loud was a good way to describe the fight. The word was almost too weak. It was heated, and by the end of it, Scott was broken down and couldn’t even remember what the fight had really been about. They’d said a lot of hurtful things, but in the end they fell into each other like they always did.

The true alpha nosed into Derek’s chest, drying his tears on Derek’s shirt. Would they manage to be okay again? But Derek sensed that too. With a sniffle, Scott listened to the words that flowed out of Derek’s lips, each one making it that much easier for the younger male to relax and that much harder for the tears to keep streaming down his cheeks.

Scott’s fingers slid along the older man’s sides, taking in his warmth and sensation of his skin.  “Is that... you asking for forgiveness?”

[lycanstark-a]

logan and derek give me all the feels tho. @howlingintohell​

[mccallofthewild]

"You, making /friends?/" Derek teases him, smiling softly. "The big-hearted Alpha puppy? I'd never believe it." he closes his eyes, comfortable, the ache easing, both from Scott helping boost his healing, and just being close. He tried to not be here all the time, letting scott focus on his studies, but it was difficult to stay away too long. "No Hunters sniffing around, then?"

Scott laughs softly, nosing into Derek’s hair. “Now just have to get you healed so they can see that the pictures I have in my phone aren’t just downloaded from the internet.” He teased, closing his eyes. Even with Derek injured like this, it was so much easier to relax just because he was there. He trusted that Derek would be okay. He hoped that a good night’s sleep would be everything the both of them needed and they could worry about cleaning the blood up then. Once Derek was back to his normal self.

[mccallofthewild]

"You're in here. healing me." He answered, curling up into Scott like he's somehow bigger. It took him so long to learn how to be fully vulnerable Scott, but he was grateful he could now, and Scott's being a natural at being an Alpha certainly helped. "M'not leaving you." He kisses his shoulder as they settle in. "Mm. How's school?" Derek asks, as a way to distract him, changing the subject.

Scott had to admit that he loved the Derek pressed into him as though he were larger, as though he could rely on Scott to keep him safe from the world. It make him feel like he really was helping the older man. He buried his face in Derek’s hair, taking in his scent. “Good...” He whispered softly, his fingers playing in the hair at the nape of Derek’s neck. “It’s okay. Better with you here now. I’ve been making more friends.”

[mccallofthewild]

"It's fine, Scott. I wasn't dying..." He groans, and leans into him, then chases the kiss for another one. Scott feels cool in comparison, and it's only then he realizes that he has a fever. "Dammit. I think there was wolfsbane." Not too much. Not enough to kill him, but he doesn't feel well at all. "Just a little. i'll be okay... I'll be okay"

“Weren’t dying, huh?” He replies softly, his fingers brushing through the scruff of Derek’s cheeks. “Can’t you ever come to cuddle with me without getting yourself into shit?” He complained softly, meeting Derek’s lips for another soft kiss. “Are you sure we don’t need to do something? You’re not allowed to leave me because you’re a stubborn asshole.” He murmured, climbing onto the bed and pressing close to the larger man. “I need you.”

[mccallofthewild]

Derek groans, and leans heavily into Scott, welcoming the touch. It's soothing, comforting. As he stirs awake, he settles into him, for once, not fighting it. "I was coming to see you. got into something on the way here..." His voice is gravelly, mostly with sleep, and he hums at the feel of Scott drawing everything out of him. "You were in class. I didn't want to interrupt you."

“Derek...” Rather than the initial accusatory tone, his voice fell into a soft sigh, a tender, pleading whine. “If you died because I was in class...” He trailed off, leaning down to steal a soft kiss from the other man. How he’d missed the roughness of Derek’s bearded features against his skin. He lingered against the older man, not wanting to pull more than a hair’s breadth away from him. He needed that reassurance that Derek was warm against his skin, that he was going to be okay.