1x1 with tabby-chan

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(Oh, no, it's fine ^.^)

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
in the clique, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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Quinn had been bullied lots of times, but nothing hurt more than having your childhood friend call you useless. The hit in the eye came too quickly for him to respond, and as the knuckles came in contact with his face he made a yelping sound, trying to stumble backwards. The hit in the rib cage sent pain exploding through his form, and he tried to create a shield with his hands, keeling over as another hit got him in third stomach. That one made his knees lock, and he found himself curled up on the ground with his arms above his head, unable to breathe as the hits knocked the air out of him and sent pain blooming all over his body. Luka's foot had dug into his sides and arms, one even finding its way to his jaw. Quinn didn't feel bad for not fighting back, he wouldn't be able to hit his old friend. But Luka obviously had not problem with it. The teen's vision blurred and time passed slowly. he didn't realize that his friend had stopped the beating until the yells of the other students to stop reached his ears, and was relieved that the jocks knew when to stop. Luka's hits had felt unnaturally strong, like a superhuman had been punching him. Did he practice? Quinn lifted his head, slowly bracing an arm up against the ground and trying to shove himself to his feet. The limb ached so badly that once he put weight on it, his arm gave out and he slid back down to the ground with a hiss of air through his teeth. Quinnely took a shuddering breath, then pushed himself upwards, taking a few stumbling steps forwards as his bruised limbs were forced to move. The teen teetered on his feet, and had to stabilize himself with a hand on the wall beside him. His gaze flickered over to Luka, flashing with fear of being hit again, and he backed up ever so slightly, his eyes tearing away from the boy and casting to the ground. Quinn turned and tried to limp past the other jocks, hoping they'd let him go after the beating.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Ian, Kyle, and the rest of the onlookers had been quite surprised at how brutal Luka had started to get with Quinn, and yet it had pleased them to watch the boy learn his lesson. (Of course, they still weren’t too keen on letting Luka out of their grasp anytime soon.) Luka was careful not to break bones, but the worse the pain got, the more frustrated he had become, and the less control he had over the situation. And it had escalated quickly; in fact, Luka could still feel the sharp waves of pain crashing through his head. He had always taken care of the smaller male and was always the one to cheer him up. Now... things were so different and so much more complicated. But those thoughts weren’t even close to what he ended up saying to Quinn as a goodbye, “It’s about time you learned your lesson. We are not friends. We will never be friends. And don’t even bother talking to me.” (Oh he so desperately wanted to be Quinn’s pal again.)
-----Luka signaled for the others to back off as they tried to keep Quinn from leaving. Probably to harass him some more. “Knock it off, Alex. We’ll get him tomorrow.” On the bright side, at least he was alpha of their little pack again... If that could even be looked at as a good thing. “Hey I’ll see you guys later... Bye Amelia.” For appearance sake, he gave the girl a quick kiss on the lips and then parted from the group. Everyone could go now. Except Luka. The roads to most of the spaced out homes in town had at least one side with a decent tree line or was surrounded by the forest. He intended on following along in his wolf form to make sure Quinn got back safely. Thanks to him, he wasn’t in a very good condition, and it wouldn’t surprise him if he passed out or collapsed.

[bee]

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
in the clique, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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Quinn swallowed down a lump of grief in his throat at Luka's words. He wanted to go back to Tennessee. This wasn't home anymore. Home was where Luka was; and this wasn't the Luka he'd loved. That cheeky and cheery personality had been replaced by some cruel, popularity-addicted teen who was willing to beat up a friend he'd known for twelve years to prove he was top dog and that Quinn himself was an omega. Limping out from behind the school was difficult, and he'd decided that riding his skateboard wouldn't be the smartest thing in the world while he was dizzy and battered. He didn't mind the flock of brutes and one prissy queen bee watching him as he staggered like a weakling away from them, but Luka being able to bask in the glory of watching the enemy drag himself away blew whatever dust was left of his self confidence away and into the wind. Stars started to swirl around his vision, spots of black and yellow he couldn't focus on. His eye hurt horribly, and his stomach throbbed so harshly he thought he might puke. The pain came in waves, slowly shimmering over each part of his body that had come in contact with Luka's fist or shoe. He should have fought back. Or ran. But he didn't. Maybe he'd been tempted to see if Luka would actually hurt him. And he had, so everything went downhill.

Dragging himself was going to take a while. He was 2/3 of the way there, out of sight of the jocks, and already felt like he was going to seriously black out right then and there. He'd at least reached the part of the road with trees and plants lining the cracked surface. Quinn stumbled off to the side, catching himself on the trunk of a tree, and slowly sat down to sit. His head was spinning and he couldn't quite get a grip on time. The piercing ache around his form made it hard to think correctly. He let his head tilt back and rest against the tree, taking slow, short breaths of air that his bruised ribs would allow.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----After Quinn had staggered off in the direction of his home and Luka had said farewell to his companions, the werewolf made a light jog back to the entrance of the ‘prison’. As he came to a halt, bright amber eyes scanned over his surroundings, eventually spotting out what he was searching for: the smaller male’s discarded skateboard and bag. Scooping the belongings up and waiting until the parking lot was cleared, Luka began to loyally trudge along after the scent of his imprintee. As creepy as it probably sounded, Quinn smelled wonderful, a nice mix of acrylic paint from art class, whatever kind of shampoo he was using, and pine from the outdoors. Not to mention, the unique scent every person had.
-----For a while, the werewolf had been simply lost in thought over how delightful and comforting Quinn’s smell was. But as soon as the shy boy was in his line of sight, he had to shake himself out of it and duck into the cover of trees. There, he stuffed the skateboard into the bag and shifted into his wolf form. The breaking and rearranging of bones never got better, but if it meant keeping Quinnely safe, which it did, he’d tolerate it. Picking up the straps of the bag in his mouth, the large, greyish/brown beast padded along silently. His focus was on on keeping himself out of sight while keeping the other male in his at the same time. After a couple of minutes, he finally went down, and the werewolf slowly edged forward to get a better view. Come on, Quinn. Get back up. You’re almost there. Imagine his frustration when the boy remained sitting, forcing Luka to go through the painful shift back. What to do... what to do. He couldn’t allow his friend to see him helping out after he was the one to do the damage.
-----That was when it hit him. His beanie! Luka quickly dug through the backpack, sighing lightly when he spotted the teeth marks he’d left behind. Oh well. He didn’t have time to fix that. Quinn could come to whatever conclusion he wanted. But, his first conclusion would probably be something along the lines of ‘Omg. I’m being kidnapped.’ That’s what Luka would think anyways. He’d been extra sneaky in order to come up behind him, using the tree the lighter-haired male was leaning against as shelter. Then, he had proceeded to reach around the trunk, shoving the beanie on his head and carefully sliding it over his eyes. “Move the fabric off so you can see, and I’m going slap you.” His tone was much deeper and more gravelly than usual, just in case Quinn was still alert enough to recognize his voice. The eighteen year old then slid around to the other side of the trunk, shoving the bag over his shoulder and cradling the boy in his arms as he lifted him off the ground. (He was so light!) “Where do you live, kid? I’ll take you home.”

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
in the clique, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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Quinn considered calling his dad and asking to be picked up. Questions would be hurled at him faster than he could answer and he'd have to actually tell the truth. He got beat up while walking home? He didn't know who attacked him? Quinnely figured that'd be better than walking home painfully, but when he reached down to pat his pockets, he remembered his phone was in his bag. Which was at school. A sigh brushed past his lips, and he thunked the back of his head against the tree, sending a horrible ache scratching in his skull. with a yelp, and he brought both hands up to gently hold the spot where he'd been kicked. today sucked. it really, really sucked.

he found himself soon drifting off, the pain in his head making him whoozy and nauseous enough to float away into unconsciousness. the soft chirping of birds and the honking of horns off on the main road couldn't keep him from nearly passing out right next to his neighborhood. Quinn was rudely jolted awake when fabric slipped over his eyes, and a threat was hissed into his ear, mentioning that the removal of the beanie blocking his line of sight would result in a smack. cold fingers of fear curled over his spine as he froze, limbs locked into place for only a few moments as one of his senses were muffled. Strong arms lifted him off the ground princess-style. Quinnely gave a startled cry and tried to jerk away, but since he was now being held that wasn't exactly easy. He wiggled, trying to slip away from the unidentified figure, one of his hands pressing against a firm chest. "L-let go!" he snapped, reaching up with his free hand to shove the beanie out of his eyes and get a look at who was trying to kidnap him from the side of the road. Panic hit Quinn like a ton of bricks. He didn't have his phone and he was already weak and aching from his little tumble with Luka.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Okay. Maybe the threat hadn’t been the brightest idea. But when they were little, Luka always used to tease him like that to try and make him cooperate. It was more so a force of habit than anything. Unfortunately... that force of habit resulted in a very unhappy, freaked out Quinnely. “You’re like a little worm,” Luka murmured, his tone still unrecognizably deep but a bit more kind this time around. The way he was wriggling and thrashing about was pretty adorable, and it amused him greatly. Until... Quinn’s hand jerked up to remove the beanie that blocked his brilliant, bright, green gaze. “Oh no you don’t.” The werewolf, balancing the small, light-weight boy in one arm, grabbed his wrist and gently pried his fingers off the fabric. “Would you calm down already? Obviously, you’re not strong enough to escape, so you’re only making your injuries worse.” Deep down, Luka knew the answer to his own question. His timid, little Quinnely would most likely keep struggling until he got himself sent to the hospital. He’d better just pick up the pace.
-----As Luka finished walking the final third of distance, he kept the boy held securely in one arm, using his free hand to keep Quinn’s away from the beanie. He was glad it was him who was ‘kidnapping’ the new kid. If anyone else had gotten to him first, he’d be so overwhelmed with guilt that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Once they arrived, Luka removed enough of the beanie to allow Quinn a quick glance at his home, pushing it back over his eyes before he could see his captor. “This is your place, right? It smells like you.” Wow. He didn’t realize how creepy that sounded until the words were already out of his mouth and couldn’t be taken back. “Doesn’t look like anyone’s home, so I’ll just take you inside.”

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
in the clique, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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the voice was familiar. it was painfully familiar, and his brain wanted to click and realized who it was desperately. Quinn made a whimpering noise as his cold, clammy fingers were pried away from the beanie over his eyes, strong hands wrapped around his wrists. His captor held his fingers close enough to his own chest that Quinn was able to grab at the unidentified figure's shirt, his hands shaking as he both wanted to be put down and held so he wouldn't fall and injure himself. His body had turned cold with panic and his limbs seemed frozen, unable to shift unless in robotic movements. He could only manage quick, quiet, short breaths to be sucked into his lungs, his heart hammering against his chest so hard he thought that the male holding him could feel it. The sudden movement of him being lifted caused the sluggish ache in his head to come back, along with those bruises on his arms to burn again as his captor held him. The dizzy feeling got worse, and his tense body loosened up as he tried to focus on the world around him and instead found himself nearly blacking out again. His head rested against the taller boy's chest, breath slowing as he decided to dig in his memory for that voice again. It was familiar, so maybe he wasn't being kidnapped. this guy was supposedly taking him home. But why the 'blindfold'? why couldn't Quinn see him? His thoughts were slow, so he decided to just stop and go limp, letting himself be carried. he couldn't do anything now.

Suddenly the walking stopped. The blindfold was lifted, and he saw a little glimpse of his house, light flooding his vision and making him flinch away. It...smelled like him? Was the male saying that he stunk? offensive! he had showered this morning, he couldn't smell all that bad. His previously loose form tensed again, and he gave a jerk, his fingers tugging on the shirt. "y-yes." He squeaked, his voice stuttering as it always did when he was nervous. He'd brought him home. Quinn let go of his tee-shirt, his hands still shaking. He couldn't see his trembling fingers, but he could feel it. "No, d-don't take me inside p-please! Just...I can walk." He thrashed his feet, feeling his shoe connect with the side of the captor's body. Quinn probably couldn't walk, even if it was just up the driveway, and his kidnapper probably wouldn't agree with just letting him go. What was he going to do with him when they got inside? Quinn swallowed down a lump of fear and shivered.

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Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Luka would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed when Quinn confirmed that this was, in fact, his home. The boy had been almost hyperventilating, but the werewolf had been enjoying the close proximity between the two of them. Something he wouldn’t get a lot of with the other populars and his father to worry about. Stupid imprinting ruined everything. Stupid populars. Stupid alpha. “So don’t take you inside?... You’re lying to yourself. You nearly passed out on the walk here, and you weren’t even the one supporting your own weight. I’m taking you inside, and that’s that.” Even after all these years, Luka was still unbelievably stubborn, especially when it came to his friend’s welfare. Quinn had already lost the battle, as far as he was concerned.
-----The werewolf practically pranced up the drive to the front door, much like a little girl would. He wanted to see their new home and how much Quinnely’s room decor had changed; he wanted to see how much Quinnely had changed. Carefully squatting down so he didn’t hurt the ‘victim’, he released the boy’s hands for a moment and reached under the welcome mat to retrieve the house key. Same place it always was. “You people need to hide your keys better. A kidnapper could find them.” He had to bite down on his lower lip at that, to keep the chuckle to himself. Laughing could give him away. “Hmm.... So where’s your kitchen. We should get something cold on that eye. And maybe get you a glass of water. I don’t think you’ll want to be walking down here for a drink in your condition.... I assume your room’s on the second floor, right?” Oh well. He’d figure it out if Quinn didn’t give him a response.
-----Luka took a while to explore the house, using ‘finding the kitchen’ as an excuse to keep the boy held against his chest. When he assumed the other would be getting impatient, only then did he bother opening the freezer and pulling out a bag of frozen peas. “Nice house. Now hold these.” He demanded, shoving them into Quinn’s hands. The next step was a bit more difficult: opening the cabinets and filling a glass with water, all while carrying the boy. “And take this.” The drink was also quickly shoved into Quinn’s shaking hands. It was partially to make it easier on Luka and partially to keep the boy from removing his blindfold as he walked up the stairs and found his room.

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
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they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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Quinn wasn't sure how the kidnapper had known the keys were under the mat. Sure it was a little obvious, but going straight for that spot in particular was a little suspicious. Maybe the guy had been stalking him for a while. The thought made him squirm in the man's arms, his teeth biting his tongue as he was carried around the house in search of the kitchen. "Maybe I c-could show you if I didn't h-have a beanie over my eyes." He mumbled as his hands were continued to be held. His panic hadn't died down. Quinn's fingers kept twitching and trembling until something cold was shoved into them, and he squeaked, trying not to drop it in surprise. Yes, his room was on the second level. Everyone's bedroom was on the second level. He heard shuffling and cupboards opening. What the heck was his kidnapper doing? looking for a bowl to make cereal? The vision almost made him giggle, and he chided himself for letting hysteria get to him. this wasn't okay. this wasn't funny. "you c-could put me down, you know." Quinn said softly, his voice as shaky as his hands. a cool glass was placed in his other hand, and he held them both to his chest and tried not to ask questions. a motherly kidnapper who took teens off the street, gave them a glass of water, then carried them to their room. okay. that wasn't creepy at all. Quinn took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, surprised that it was a steady exhale that didn't waver too much. he had to calm himself down and think. The door to his room opened with a muffled creak. As that happened, he froze up, unsure what to do. He could throw the glass and wriggle away, but then what? Drag himself out the door? Get to the home phone and call the police?

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((Sorry I'm having a bit of writer's block. I hope this is easy enough for you to reply to. If you need/want, you can always just time skip.))

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-----“So you still think I’m trying to kidnap you, huh? Come on what kind of kidnapper brings you to your own home, Qui-” Luka cut himself off there, but he was sure he had made the worst mistake yet. There had been the knowledge of where the key was and now the captor obviously knew his name. He needed to shut up before he gave himself away entirely. In fact, he needed to simply escape this place. Quickly taking the water from the boy’s hand he set the glass down on the bedside table and then set Quinnely down on the mattress. “I’m going to put your bag and skateboard in the corner of your room. Then, you won’t even know I was here.” The werewolf turned his back to his old pal, pulling his arms out of the bitten up straps and placing everything where he had said he would. And before the boy could ask him anything, the taller male had bolted out of the bedroom, down the steps, and out the back door, right into the cover of the trees. For once he was relieved to go through the painful shift, comforted just by the feeling of the wind ruffling his fur. It was so much easier in this form, less complicated. The large, amber-eyed beast quietly approached the edge of the forest, piercing eyes staring up at the window of Quinn’s room. Oh he’d miss him. He’d enjoyed the temporary ‘kidnapping’. With a soft wine, the werewolf began to pad back to the school to retrieve his car.