#guiiltburied

 ❛    derek,  come to bed.    ❜ 

 ❛    with  chris.   ❜     it’s  the  most  he’s  spoken  in  days,   the  taste  of  death  caught  like  ASH  in  his  throat  making  it  hard  to  breathe  let  alone  speak,    allison’s  death  an  open  wound  on  his  jugular  making  him  feel  like  he’s  bleeding  out    (     why  wasn’t  it  him?    ).

❛      i might just    KEEP    this hoodie.   it’s comfy.       ❜    damien said as he hopped onto the couch to sit right beside his boyfriend,   a grin plastered on his lips as he leans up against his side.    ❛       unless you’re willing to buy me one just like it.       ❜ 

think of a twin pack

meme.   @guiiltburied.   accepting.

you almost laugh,   but not a laugh like something’s funny more like a sad empty laugh,   one with no heart inside.  you’ve been hurt,  over and over so many times you’re never sure whether any of the scars really healed.   the ones that were skin deep did,  but some things aren’t physical,  some things get inside his heart and break it over and over.   some things are his first love bleeding out in his arms,  some things are his mom not being able to look at him after she found out he was a monster,   some things are him cursing some other innocent kid to go through what he did.   some things don’t heal.  some things just hurt.

❛❛   i know.   ❜❜     he just wants to help people.   he’s always been willing to throw himself head first into danger to protect innocent people,   to save people.   all he’s ever wanted to do was protect his friends,  protect the people who can’t protect themselves,  even if it means he ends up being sliced and diced by monsters who underestimate him.   scott sighs,  gaze raising to meet derek’s eyes.   yes,  he’s going to get hurt.  yes,  he’s been hurt,  but it’s worth it.   if he can save one life,  losing his own would be worth it.  that’s just how it is to him,   that’s never going to change.

meme.   @guiiltburied.   accepting.

❛❛  fine?  you’re fine?  ❜❜    for someone who’s spoken the same lines so many times scott almost believes it himself,  he really can’t talk about lying about ones own well being and health but derek’s clearly not fine and scott can’t help but be terrified about how bad it is.   scott’s hands are threatening to tremble,  but he doesn’t get to be the scared boy,  he doesn’t get to be the one who’s left shaking.   he’s the alpha,  he has to be strong.  scott’s hand moves toward derek’s injury,   his eyes widening slightly before he pulls his hand back at the last second,   knowing touching it isn’t probably going to help.   scott sighs softly,   moving his hand to derek’s forearm  (   maybe for comfort,   maybe to start taking any pain he has,  maybe both.  definitely both.  ).   

❛❛  don’t  ——  don’t lie to me,  okay?  not to me.  ❜❜    his voice is soft,  any anger about the situation fading and worry slipping into his eyes.   black veins show up along scott’s hands,  then to his wrists,  up his arms and toward his chest as the pain is leeched from derek’s body.  yeah,  it hurts scott but it hurts less than seeing derek have to deal with the pain or try to hide it.   scott’s not blind or stupid,   he knows when someone’s in pain and he won’t just let it be,   especially if it’s someone he cares about   (   and he does care about derek,  more than he ever thought he would.  ).

scott would do anything to help derek avoid more pain than he’s already been through,   his heart has suffered enough,   his body can have a break from the agony it’s gone through,  even if it means scott’s own has to deal with more. it’s not like he isn’t already carrying the world on his shoulders,   derek’s pain piled on top of that won’t snap his spine.  hopefully.  

one day something has to be too much,  though.  one day his knees have to give out,  one day the world will give him more than he can handle.  

but today isn’t that day.