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@heyxbrother
|ooc.| So, this is what’s up. I have 832 followers, and on a good day, only two of them seem to have any desire at all to do much of anything with me. so i’m out. i’m not deleting this account, because i’m a little proud of some of the things that i’ve written. i’m going to start fresh, start over, whatevs. it’s been real.
|ooc.| So, this is what’s up. I have 832 followers, and on a good day, only two of them seem to have any desire at all to do much of anything with me. so i’m out. i’m not deleting this account, because i’m a little proud of some of the things that i’ve written. i’m going to start fresh, start over, whatevs. it’s been real.
|ooc.| So, this is what’s up. I have 832 followers, and on a good day, only two of them seem to have any desire at all to do much of anything with me. so i’m out. i’m not deleting this account, because i’m a little proud of some of the things that i’ve written. i’m going to start fresh, start over, whatevs. it’s been real.
|ooc.| So, this is what’s up. I have 832 followers, and on a good day, only two of them seem to have any desire at all to do much of anything with me. so i’m out. i’m not deleting this account, because i’m a little proud of some of the things that i’ve written. i’m going to start fresh, start over, whatevs. it’s been real.
|ooc.| So, this is what’s up. I have 832 followers, and on a good day, only two of them seem to have any desire at all to do much of anything with me. so i’m out. i’m not deleting this account, because i’m a little proud of some of the things that i’ve written. i’m going to start fresh, start over, whatevs. it’s been real.
|ooc.| So, this is what’s up. I have 832 followers, and on a good day, only two of them seem to have any desire at all to do much of anything with me. so i’m out. i’m not deleting this account, because i’m a little proud of some of the things that i’ve written. i’m going to start fresh, start over, whatevs. it’s been real.
|ooc.| So, this is what’s up. I have 832 followers, and on a good day, only two of them seem to have any desire at all to do much of anything with me. so i’m out. i’m not deleting this account, because i’m a little proud of some of the things that i’ve written. i’m going to start fresh, start over, whatevs. it’s been real.
|ooc.| So, this is what's up. I have 832 followers, and on a good day, only two of them seem to have any desire at all to do much of anything with me. so i'm out. i'm not deleting this account, because i'm a little proud of some of the things that i've written. i'm going to start fresh, start over, whatevs. it's been real.
The house was quiet, bedroom dark. It would've been easy to mistake it as no one home but Scott knew better, and he didn't hesitate to slip inside. "Hey," he greeted quietly. "Stiles uh. Stiles told me what happened. Are you okay?"
"How bad does your stomach hurt?"
Sickness Meme thing
The teenager was doubled over, breathing heavily as he attempted to soothe himself through his nausea. He glanced up at his twin, lips pursed into a thin white line."Feels like there's knives inside me," he whimpered. "Sammy."
Just Another Victim
The sound of his pup’s voice had the wounded Alpha stirring from beneath the thin blankets draped over his legs, fighting with the tangles to kick out and go to his boy, to assure himself that he was alright as Deaton assured. Trying to swing his legs over the edge of the mattress and he was met with the stock of his brother’s body, hand pressed out and resting gently, yet firmly upon his shoulder. There wasn’t the need for words, their eyes spoke far more than any amount of words ever could between them. There was a warning, worry for his brother and Raleigh understood his brother’s concern, but he wasn’t going to stop him from tending to his child. There wasn’t a force on that earth that would ever keep him away.
When Scott burst into the room and laid sight upon the mottled exterior of his father, Raleigh only felt his heart ache for the guilt that suddenly drenched the air. Pushing Riley out of the way he staggered toward his son with arms stretched and holding out for his boy so he wouldn’t go crashing to the floor. “Scott, baby, shhh,” He drew the younger male into his chest, moving his hands over his head and kissing over the crown, “Sweetheart, don’t be sorry. Please don’t. Those hunters did this to you, they poisoned you. There wasn’t a damn thing you could have done to prevent it.”
There was a sob that tore from Scott's chest when his father reached out to him, when he drew him in to his chest and murmured those quiet words of reassurance. So many times, that tone had been used to soothe after a nightmare, after a cut or scrape or an unkind word from another person, and never before had Scott felt so unworthy to hear it. He ducked his head against his father, taking just a moment to be so selfish before he pulled away. He couldn't stay in there right now, he needed--. "I gotta... I gotta go clean up," he said, voice hoarse as he pulled away from his dad, turning his back on the three older males in the room, still favoring his hand. And as he turned to hurry out of the room, Deaton offered Raleigh a small smile. "I'll go speak with him."
Just Another Victim
There wasn’t the need to tell him twice, Riley parting from his brother’s side to rifle through the bathroom in search of a bowl and a soft cloth. He let the water run hot before he returned to his brother’s side. There was a remarkable amount of tenderness that came from the larger of the two as he cleaned away the blood caked into his skin, taking extra care with his face and hair. “Just hold on there, little brother, gotta clean you up a little bit more then we’re gonna set that jaw so you can run your mouth at me like you always do.” There was forced smile there, for the sake of his brother as he continued to wipe him down.
It was just when Deaton was returning that Riley had managed to bind up Raleigh’ chest with some spare gauze from beneath the sink, sitting him up to get a better look at his dislocated jaw. “Sure clocked you a good one, it’s gonna hurt, but it’ll be over quick,” The Alpha gave a short nod as he watched Riley grip at both sides of his mouth and with a quick jerk of his hands there was a crack as his jaw realigned. It tore a pained yowl from his chest, shuddering through it before he was being lowered slowly back to the mattress. “My baby, where’s Scott? I want Scott.”
Waking up kind of left Scott feeling like he'd been run over by a very large truck. He was sore all over, hand and wrist throbbing and as he struggled to get off the couch, there was a quiet whimper when he realized that his knuckles were split too. What the hell had happened? Stumbling out of the living room, there was a gasp that tore from Scott's throat when he took in the wreckage of the hallway, eyes immediately turning up the stairs as he called for his father. "Dad?" There was something panicked in his voice and with his hand held against his chest to keep from jarring it, he took them two at a time, still a little woozy. "Daddy!" "We're in here, Scott," Deaton called gently, sharing a look with the older Monroe as he stepped out into the hallway to greet the teenager, but Scott brushed past him, brown eyes widening at the sight of his father. "--Wha--?" And then, it all came rushing back to him, very nearly dropping him to his knees. "No. No, no, no, I'm sorry, oh God, I'm--."
Just Another Victim
Riley brushed his hands softly through the boy’s hair, grimacing at the gore that clung to a few of the strands, chunks of flesh and blood that were no doubt his father’s. For the sake of the pup he took a moment, peeling out the tatters of shirt and god only knew what else. Raleigh would have let that boy tear him to little shreds before he’d ever raise a hand to him in anger. For being such a damned brute with everyone else, Scott was his soft spot. The thought alone of inflicting any kind of hurt on his son would make Raleigh’s stomach fit uncomfortably. He’d never understood the loyalty that came with being a father, but just watching his brother with his son he knew it was an unbreakable bond. Laying the boy out comfortably he moved back to stoop beside Deaton and his brother.
”Don’t hurt him,” Raleigh mumbled through his busted mouth, turning his eyes around the two hovering over him, “It’s not his fault…wasn’t his fault.” Turning his head, Raleigh looked up into Deaton’s face and tried to nod slowly, but it sent a spark up his head that had his entire body shuddering through a shiver of pain. “Not…your fault. Not Scott’s fault. Damn…hunters.” It was apparent just how exhausted he was, panting slowly to try and remain awake.
Moving to pick up his only slightly smaller brother into his arms, straining to get a good grip through the blood. “C’mon, princess, gotta fix your face,” Riley did his best to joke, but seeing his brother in such a state was making his stomach ache, moving up the stairs to lay him out on the bed as Deaton instructed. With a clawed digit he helped to peel the rest of his shirt off his torso, as well as his pants and replaced his lower half with a blanket. “What do we need to do now, Deaton?”
Deaton followed the two brothers up the stairs, watching as Riley tended to his brother with such care. "We need to clean him up," the vet instructed. "Warm water and the softest cloth you can find. Best we not irritate those wounds any further." "I want to get this blood cleaned off of you, Raleigh. We need to get these gouges to start healing on their own and then we'll tend to that jaw of yours, alright? Until then, try not to speak. It must be incredibly painful." Leaving the eldest Monroe to get the things they needed to clear him up, Deaton headed back downstairs to check on his youngest patient. Scott was still spread out on the couch, head lolling to the side. The veterinarian gathered what he needed from his bag before returning to inject the boy with the medication that would bring him back into himself. It wouldn't be long now, and with that thought, he headed back upstairs to see how to the two brothers were faring.
Just Another Victim
Each hit landed with a ferocity he didn’t even know his son was capable of, didn’t know that his baby boy was ever able to hold such a maliciousness in his heart to be able to tear his own flesh and blood to pieces. But he stopped, no, he couldn’t think like that. Because the wolf that was tearing him to pieces now, it wasn’t his son, it was the monster that damned powder had made of him. The hunters had done this to his baby, they had hurt him. With each and every blow that Scott reigned down on him, he felt new gouges torn into his flesh, broken bones and splashes of blood, but with them came an unadulterated rage for the men who’d made his boy into this. Just when he was sure that Scott was going to reign that final blow, the Alpha stretched out across the floor and bloody and limp, there was the sound of a familiar voice and he was finally able to just let himself collapse into the floor.
The moment that Deaton had fired Riley had sprung through the threshold, appalled by the grisly scene, most of all, his baby brother laid midst the thick of it. He was bloody and beaten to pieces, sucking a panicked sound from Riley’s throat as he rushed forward. He gently pulled his brother into his arms, searching those hazy eyes as he stared up at him. “I couldn’t hurt my baby,” he tried to whisper, but the way that his jaw was skewed proved that it was only paining him, “Couldn’t hurt my baby—”
”Yeah, Ral, I know. I know,” Riley rested Raleigh slowly onto the ground, turning next to Scott. He waited for the rest of that tranquilizer to plunge into his system before he removed the dart and plucked him up, “We gotta take care of him first. I know Rally would kill me if we took care of him first. But we gotta hurry.”
"Move Scott to the couch," Deaton commanded, moving to kneel by the other. "I'm so sorry, my friend," he said quietly. "By the time I realized what it was that Scott had been affected with, I had hoped we'd still have some time before it truly hit him. I never would have let you come home alone with him if I'd known," he said quietly. He was taking stock of the other's injuries, lips pursed in a grim line. There was blood caked all over the man's face, the way his shirt had been shredded, bits of fabric clinging to the torn flesh. "The tranquilizer I gave Scott won't hurt him," he promised, "and there's a vial of medication in my bag that I'm going to give him. You'll have your boy back with you in an hour, at the very most," he promised. "Riley," Deaton called. "Leave Scott there, I'll see to him in just a moment. If you could, we need to get Raleigh up and into the bathroom."
Just Another Victim
If he hadn’t rolled with that hit, thrown himself to the side to get it to deflect off the edge of his jaw there was no doubt in his mind that his son would have shattered his entire jaw. Dislocating it was bad, but it was fixable, manageable in the moment as he crashed to his hands and knees. There was the warmth of blood bubbling up through his teeth, trickling from swollen gums and leaving small puddles beneath the Alpha as he pushed himself back up to his feet. His chin, the stubble along his jaw was splattered with the crimson, a hand moving up and pushing at his chin. He couldn’t set it then,. Still he remained unfazed by his son’s disposition, held his ground without fangs or claws, striding around him in a wide arch. With his chin hanging limply open, blood still seeping out he gave a slow shake of is head, mumbling, “‘m not fightin’ you, Scott. It ain’t you.” The agony was worth trying to talk his son down from this warpath. He moved slowly toward the phone, knowing he needed to call Deaton, Riley, someone for help. His son lurched again and this time it was claws cutting into the meat of his chest and it had him howling, twisting away as he stumbled to catch himself again, throwing an arm up to try and defend himself against his son’s next attack. “It’s gonna be okay, baby.”
It only served to incite Scott further, those words that were meant to comfort and the next time he came at his father, it was with a barrage of hits, a combination of closed fists and claws. His own knuckles split under the assault, his own blood mixing in with the other's, and still, Scott didn't stop, wouldn't stop until the other was nothing more than a pile of broken bones at his feet. He was so intent on hurting, maiming, killing that at first, he'd never even heard the door open, had never even realized that they were no longer alone until the veterinarian shouted Scott's name and he turned, a snarl on his lips. Deaton fired the weapon in his hands and Scott glanced down, eyes fading from yellow back to brown at the sight of the dart protruding from his middle. He glanced up, a look of betrayal on his features meant for Deaton before he turned, peering over his shoulder at the other wolf. "--Daddy?" And then, Scott collapsed to the floor in a heap.
"Come on, at least sleep in a bed." [ teenagers ]
Sick meme thing
He'd been curled up on the bathroom floor for hours now, hurting in ways he'd never thought possible. The dosing of wolfsbane hadn't been an overly large one, but enough that it had knocked him on his ass, where he'd most likely be for a few more days until it worked its way out of his system.He was miserable and so, so sick and--oh.No longer alone, either."Mmm," the teenage Alpha moaned, burying his head in his arms. "Inna minute."
"I can do that, just go back to bed." [ just the two of us ]
Sick meme thing
He should've told his daddy that he wasn't feeling well that morning. His tummy had been hurting since the night before, but it was fingerpaint day, Scott's absolute favorite, and he just couldn't miss it. In the end though, he'd ended up throwing up on Miss Martin's shoes, meaning his daddy had to come pick him up anyway.His bag had slipped off his shoulder as soon as they got into the house, and Scott leaned down to grab it, still all tears when his daddy told him it was okay, so he nodded, swiping a chubby hand over his red little cheek."Will you come telled me a story first?" He asked pathetically, holding his arms up to his dad, in hopes that maybe he'd just pick him up and carry him upstairs instead.
