1x1 with tabby-chan

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ohoho I am too c:< shall I?

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kiss me under the

light of a thousand stars
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on my beating heart

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Quinn imagined his dad yelling violent threats and waving a baseball bat (rather than a shot gun, that was a little overboard) while he chased a terrified Luka across the lawn. poor Lulu would be scarred for life, but due to his stubborn nature, would probably insist on still staying near Quinn. the big dumby oddly made Quinnely feel important, and, well, wanted for once. he'd felt like dead weight to everyone around him for so long, now he had someone who enjoyed his company once again. though it might seem a little selfish, the boy adored the feeling.
"a ladder, huh? when did you turn into Romeo?" Quinn sniggered. though he expected Luka to not answer and just offer a glare, it was a funny thought. their secret knock was a stupid thing they'd thought of as little kids, and Quinn still remembered it. it was nice that Luka did, too.
Quinn mindlessly traced figure-eights into the chest of Luka's tee shirt with a finger as he listened to him. he'd try to get his friends to lay off their attacks, which sounded great to him. and Quinn had dug himself deep enough that, even if Luka stopped his torment, Ian and his buddies would still continue to jab at him. it was stupid to encourage them, but Quinnely's rarely sharp tongue had gotten him somewhere bad once again. but...if the bullying hadn't been what he was talking about, then what was? was there something else Luka wasn't telling him? that wouldn't really make sense, Quinn had known him for a good twelve years, and Luka was never one to keep secrets or do things worth apologizing in advance for. his dark brows furrowed slightly, and his figure-eight tracing slowed. the topic was changed as soon as Ian was brought up, but the thought still played with Quinn's mind. "um...a while now. since last year, I think. any time is cool, I really don't mind. I've got free time after school." hm, music class. he wouldn't mind it but something about learning with other people, who'd most likely had more experience than him, didn't sound too thrilling. "maybe...yeah. yeah, I am." it was worth a shot. "but what were you referring to, if not school? i mean, i respect if you'd rather not share, but you sparked my curiosity so blame yourself."

[foxes800]

((((Haha sure, if you want to. c: Would you like me to play one of the parents? Or do you have a specific way you want them portrayed? Or are we only using the father for this?))

-----The way Quinn had predicted his reaction was almost spot on. Luka shot the other a glare, but he did have to add, “If you weren’t sick, I’d smack you upside the head,” to his response. Sure, they’d already established that he’d be the knight and his pal would look ‘fabulous’ in a dress fit for a princess... but Romeo and Juliet was pushing it a bit too far. Especially since he had feelings for the other, which he could never act upon because the other was straight. It was a sore topic for him... However, as the boy began that tracing, the werewolf soon relaxed and banished those negative thoughts from his mind. Just like his presence was soothing and enjoyable to Quinn, Quinn’s worked the same way in return. So, with a bright smile lighting up his features, Luka gently fiddled with his friend’s hair to keep him chilled out too. Every once in a while, he’d give a nod to assure him, that he was listening to the almost unusually brief responses. “Well, I’m sure that Mr. Colemann will be thrilled. I’ll try to downplay, of course, but he’ll probably consider that definite yes or something. He’s a very eccentric, odd teacher, but he cares about his students. And if you ever need to discuss anything, since you’re parents are... well, the way they are... he’s like a father figure to me and a couple others as well.” Not to mention, the middle-aged man was a lone wolf and a good friend to the pack Luka belonged to. A major plus, for the eighteen year old mutt at least. And speaking of which, he really should have known that his friend’s mind would cling to that one little tidbit about werewolves. “Damn you’re clever.” He grumbled. Of all the things he could focus on, Quinnely picked the most important. “And I’m sorry... I know I don’t usually keep stuff from you, but I can’t share. It’s more of a family thing... so it’s not just mine to give away. All I can do is apologize in advance for any confusion or anger, though I doubt it’ll ever come up.”

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kiss me under the

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the thunder had drastically died down, and was now reduced to feeble thrums in the distance. Quinn was starting to feel less crappy, and his stomach had stopped it's constant ache. his chills where wearing off, and he was heating up slowly. the boy knew he'd probably want to move soon, but, to his surprise, he found himself rather wanting to stay close to Luka rather than shifting to cool off again. shaking off the thought, he instead remembered meeting Mr. Coleman for the first time. the man had been very energetic, and certainly stood as a father figure for someone who didn't have one. he seemed to be the guy to accept others under his wing. getting new members into his class would be just dandy for him. more little birds to teach how to fly. the bringing up of his parents being the way they are and hinting to Mr. Coleman acting as a dad instead, Quinn didn't feel it to be a sore hit like the other times his 'rents were mentioned. having a grown up to be there for him actually sounded great. he looked forward to getting to know the eccentric music teacher better. the happy topic was dragged down when Luka grumbled and told him about he 'secret'. a family thing, huh? Lulu's dad had always been secretive and had never taken a liking to Quinn, and in all honesty he was scared to death of the man. in fact, Quinnely had never really met anyone on Luka's side, other than his little sister. if something was so hidden and important to be so, he doubted that it wouldn't be bad if it was somehow released. confusion and anger where two things he'd dealt with for a long while, and while he was with Luka, those two things went away. he'd rather not have them take over the time he spent with his friend. Quinn bit his cheek as he thought about it, the soft tugging on his hair as Luka fiddled with it making him not worry as much on the topic. "alright. but if it ever...you know, happens to come up, do you think we'd still be friends? you know I don't exactly hold grudges for long, but would that be different?"

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Saying that the alpha wasn’t fond of Quinn was not only spot on but the understatement of the century. The man had always wanted his son to hang out with other pups his age, but apparently, Luka was never too keen on obeying rules and acting like daddy’s perfect little boy. Therefore, all hell would surely break loose if the adorable dork were to find out their secret. “Honestly, Quinnely... I don’t know if we’d still be friends. It kind of depends on whether or not my dad sticks his big nose into it, but it also really relies on how you find out. Let’s just say, there’s a better way and a horrible way to discover the family secret.” Horrible, of course, being Luka (or any member of his pack) on the night of a full moon. Assuming his pal was allowed the pleasure of living to see the light of day, he’d probably be pretty pissed. Or scared out of his wits and then furious down the road. “Yeah... It seriously depends on the situation. I mean I hope we could hang out and still be close... ‘Cause I swear, it’s not like we’re serial killers or anything. We’re not going to abduct you from your comfy home in the cover of night and chop you into ‘rippy bits’.” The last little bit of his rather depressing remarks was, obviously, Luka’s pathetic attempt to brighten both their moods. The eighteen year old was never sure if the teasing comments worked, but it at least allowed him to form his natural, goofy grin. The corner of lips curled up at about the same time he wriggled his dark brows and gently prodded the other in the side with his index finger. “’Rippy bits’... like in Spongebob? Get it!? Get it!?... The clown fish and the yellow sponge were practically our best buds.” Well, Nemo was Quinn’s, and he was the one who enjoyed watching the sponge, who lived in a pineapple under the sea.

[bee]

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kiss me under the

light of a thousand stars
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place your head

on my beating heart

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Quinn had expected a comforting 'of course we'll be friends!', but instead he received the cold truth. what about that damned secret made it so special? the fact that they might not be buds scared the boy. Luka was his anchor, losing his anchor sent him into the merciless ocean of life to be eaten by the Ian Sharks. "I'm seriously starting to doubt that you guys aren't serial killers or...like, ninjas." with the strength behind Luka's punches a few days ago, he wouldn't be surprised if he was an assassin. the sudden joke that Lulu tried to pull broke the horrible subject and made Quinn's shoulders bounce in a silent laughter. SpongeBob? at a time like this? after being prodded in the side gently, the boy raised his sea green eyes from Luka's chest to examine his now smirking features. that goofy grin hadn't changed at all since they were kids, but it suited him in a way much more handsome than cute now. and damn, those amber eyes. they seemed to absorb the light in the area and glow happily. the orange color was unique, in fact, Quinn didn't believe he'd seen it on anyone else. it was a Luka thing, and the color now belonged to him. he had nice broad shoulders and a skin tone that certainly complimented him. all in all, Luka was attractive. better yet, even when he wasn't trying to be. and Quinn realized that, right now, even if just in the glow of his iPhone flashlight, he looked really...nice. really nice. attractive nice. and the boy remembered that this was probably why Amelia was so protective, she wanted to defend her trophy and show it off to everyone. that was when Quinn also realized that staring at your best friend and finding him pretty wasn't normal, and he snapped out of his 'ooo' trance by letting his gaze fall back on Luka's chest. time for bed, he was probably getting a little delusional from his lack of naps. "I'm gonna klonk out, buddy. you alright with that?" he wiggled a little so that he was more comfortable, and tucked his legs up a bit. his shirt would stay discarded on the other side of the room for a while, he'd be find without one. the sheets were enough to keep him warm or cool enough.

[foxes800]

((Haha the Ian Sharks! Took me forever to notice that little tidbit, but I love it. x3
And I just went ahead and time skipped. Hope that's okay. c:))

-----With a quick nod, Luka moved his arms away from and off of Quinn to make it easier for the other to get comfortable. “Yeah. That’s cool with me. Sweet dreams, princess,” he teased, chest rising and falling with the snickering that soon followed. The werewolf had to bite down on his lower lip just to shut himself up so that the smaller male wouldn’t be disturbed. (Because the eighteen year old sure wasn’t about to miss a second of the slumbering Quinny Bear.) He looked so... gentle and peaceful, and, if it was even possible, the human had gotten ten times more adorable since he’d passed out with his head on Luka’s chest.
-----Unable to resist any longer, the moment he was sure his pal was out cold, Luka slowly and tediously moved his arms back to Quinn. One remained gently but securely wrapped around his friend, as if to protect him from whatever dangers were lurking in his room. While the other moved up to the teen’s hair, so he could fiddle more with the brunette strands. Every once in a while, he’d lightly run his fingers over the boy’s cheek or forehead, pretending to brush some hair off his face. This continued for about an hour or so. Until the power flickered on and he had to scramble to remove the sheet, find the remote, and turn off the TV, the conversation between Dorey and Marlin blaring at them from the speakers. And after that mishap, the soft caressing continued again for another couple of hours. Luka figured he wouldn’t get another chance to hold the boy this close and was going to make the most of it while he could. Which wasn’t actually too long. Two hours max before the unthinkable happened. The ‘rents came home early.
-----Unfortunately for Luka, the supernatural creature had become so wrapped up in what he was doing, studying each of Quinnely’s features to memorize them, entering his address into the other's phone, and then cuddling with the adorable dorklet, that his superior senses didn’t catch the slam of the car door, the sound of shoes on the stairs, or the scent of the two home owners. He only realized what had happened when his set of bright amber eyes locked with the familiar sea green hues of Quinn’s father. Uh oh. “Quinn,” he muttered frantically, shaking the boy softly so as to not upset his stomach. “Quinn! Wake up!” Damn. He could only imagine how bad this situation looked. Luka’s arm around his son’s waist, his son’s shirt discarded carelessly across the room, Quinn’s messy hair, the way the werewolf had just been snuggling him. They were both screwed. Officially screwed.

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yeah, time skipping was cool c:
I'm so sorry for the wait! And for spelling errors, I'm on my iPad with autocorrect on xc
HOLY CHAPTER BOOK IM SORRY MY FRIEND

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Quinn wouldn't say that he was a little disappointed when those warm arms were taken away, but he didn't mention it. 'No, Luka, keep hugging me, it's nice' would probably earn him a weird look and some distance placed between them as the other scooted away uncomfortably. He stayed close to the taller boy, though, his arms pulled up to his chest as he closed his seagrean hues. The princess comment made a small smile bloom on his lips. As Quinnely faded away into sleep, the muggy and sluggish feeling taking over his consciousness and dragging him under, he felt safe and warm and generally at home. Right where he needed to be. Just like when he was a little Quinney having a sleepover with his best friend Lulu, snuggled up under their sleeping bags outside on the porch.
Soon after the exhausted smaller boy checked out, every once in a while he'd mumble something incoherent in his sleep. He did it often. After flying on an airplane next to his two parents, traveling from Tennessee to this small town, he'd closed his eyes for a quick nap, and after waking the 'rents explained he muttered softly. This happened frequently, as sometimes he fell asleep on the couch with his mother in the room. She'd wake him with a "what?", forgetting that her son was simply talking while he rested. It only happened when he was deeply unconscious and had been sleeping for a long while. A silly little quirk he had, but he couldn't control it, so why bother?
Luka's gentle caressing and cuddling didn't stir him, the poor kid had been dead beat and wouldn't be moved by the small movements. Though, sometimes the soft strokes would silence his hushed mumbling and allow him to have a dreamless sleep. Even the sudden attack of the lights and Dory and Nemo talking about P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney didn't tap into his resting mind. The fragile human was resting in the arms of the big bad wolf, how odd was that?
The happy caressing and peaceful doze was quickly ceased as the slumbering boy was shaken, a panicked voice splitting his nice silence. His blue-green eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly a few times as his body and mind tried to quickly adjust to being conscious. The first thing groggy Quinn realized was 'oh. He put his arm back around me. How nice.' the other boy had wrapped an arm back around his waist to hold him close. His gaze flickered from Luka's chest to his eyes, which were wide and stricken with surprise. He followed Luka's line of sight to the...man now standing in the doorway. Looking very angry. Very...very angry. Uh oh. Why did dad look so grumpy? A friend had just been let into the house, the 'rents wouldn't mind buddies being over while they're not home. His slow mind kicked into gear, and he realized with a jolt what this must have looked like. Quinn opened his mouth to quickly spurt an excuse, but the roar of his father came first. "what's going on!" the man snarled, piercing Lulu with those eyes that matched Quinnely's. He had salt-and-pepper hair, he hadn't quite starting balding yet, and was still dressed in his suit and tie from work. With sharp features, he somehow resembled Quinn, they shared eye color and the same nose and eyebrows. The boy looked more like his mother, with wavy brown hair, softer features, a few freckles across the bridge of his nose and sprinkling down his back, and of course, his height.
Quinn scrambled sideways and nearly fell out of his bed, swinging his legs around the side of the mattress.
"D-dad, this is Luka. You rememb-"
"I don't care who he is, why is he in your bedroom!"
Quinn felt blush start to heat up his face, his cheeks dusted with a bright red and his ears lighting up, too. He tried standing up as he spoke. "why are you home so damn..." poor Quinny Bear had to stop and sit back down, his stomach completely disagreeing with the sudden movement and deciding to twist and lurch as punishment. The boy had to quickly cover his mouth with a fist and keel over pitifully. This was not going as planned at all. they worked the early shift on Saturdays, why this one day did they get off soon.

[foxes800]

((Please, your little novel was perfect. c: Sorry I couldn't mirror you better though.
Oh and how's Florida? :3))

-----For once in his life, Luka was left completely and utterly speechless, scurrying to stand by the side of the bed furthest from his friend. Had he been in his wolf form, there was no doubt that his tail would be tucked between his legs and his head low with his ears laid back. The man before them had the power to keep his Quinnely away from him, and the thought honestly terrified the eighteen year old. Not only because this was his imprintee, his very own soul mate, but because he didn’t know what he’d do if he lost the dweeb a second time. Who would cuddle the other during storms? Who’d take care of the boy when he was sick? Who’d protect him from danger? Who’d cheer him up when he was feeling down? Those were Luka’s jobs, and he’d fight for them… if he could force the words out of his mouth. “Sir, I-I swear we didn’t do anything. I mean… I’d never- We- We’d never. We’re just friends.” By this point, the werewolf could feel his own cheeks heating up, his set of amber eyes flickering to his companion for back up or for some kind of reassurance... Only to be greeted by the scent of vomit and a hunched over Quinn, hurling into the trashcan. Whelp. That scene perfectly summed up the way Luka was feeling.
-----Without thinking the werewolf took a few steps towards the teen, as if he were going to storm over there and comfort him. And he wanted to so badly, but that was when reality slapped him in the face. Quinn’s father was already furious enough, assuming the worst based on what he’d seen. Gently rubbing his best friend’s back, while trying to soothe him, would only bury them deeper. “You see, he’s sick… And we… weren’t. He had a fever. And the shirt… It was hot… Finding Nemo. That’s all that happened.” His speech was also deteriorating as he became more and more flustered by the second. So finally, raising his hands in surrender, Luka allowed himself a couple moments to process a decent explanation, waiting for his pal to quit upchucking so that he could add things in. “Listen, I only came over here to try and make him feel better…” Face turning a shade darker, the werewolf’s eyes anxiously drifted to the door, which the man was blocking. “And no... uhh. N-Not feel better like that. It was just a lazy day, spent watching movies.” Though, that didn’t really explain why he’d had his arms around his friend’s waist or why he’d been caressing his face... Oh he desperately wanted to bolt now. He was horrible in awkward situations! Besides, he could send all the SOS’s he wanted to, and Quinn still wouldn’t be able to help him explain the scene his father had walked into. Once again, Luka had royally screwed the pair. "I'm making this worse, aren't I?"

[bee]

florida was great ^.^ really muggy and hot, but I managed to survive. a looong plane right back to Washington, though. oof.
oh, your post is perfect, don't worry about it!

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after Quinn's body settled down and decided it was done with his hunching over the garbage can, he leaned back with his elbows on his knees and kept his head down, getting a grip on reality as the horrible fuzzy-feeling clouded his mind again. he listened as Luka tried to explain, but the big dumby was only making it worse. with his tripping over words and excuses seemingly made up on the spot, it was clear the angry father in the doorway was not pleased. the end of his mumble-jumbling made a little bit of sense. and it was all true. Quinnely allowed himself a miserable glance at his dad, tired eyes searching the man that had stormed into the room like a fuming bull. Mr. Miles had a stiff jaw and was letting his searing hot gaze slide from Luka to Quinn. an obviously unhappy man, who looked about two seconds away from grabbing a weapon and chasing Luka from the room. The sick boy looked over at the other teenager in the house, and noticed his deep blush and the anxiety building up behind his words. with a huff, he pushed himself up off of the bed, a little wobbly on his feet as he stood. steadying himself against his desk chair was the best he could do.
Lulu was honestly terrible under the pressure of ticked parents. why was he getting so horribly flustered? the kid couldn't even form a full sentence. Quinn would have been grinning like an idiot in any other situation after seeing his buddy so ruffled. this certainly wasn't something he'd be smiling at. Quinnely wasn't sure why his dad looked so mad- so he'd been chilling with one of his friends on a mattress, what was so wrong with that? They hadn't been too close, had they? and now that the big bad daddy had seen that Quinn was, in fact, sick as a dog, he'd understand that the story was true.
Quinnely cast a warning glance at his friend, looking clearly not amused and majorly worried at his stuttering and horrible story twisting to make the friendly visit sound harmless. "yeah, you are." he sighed, turning back to his father. "Dad, I'm sick and Lukes j-just came to take care of me and-" unfortunately, Mr. Miles had had enough of this. The older man took a step into the room, unblocking the door, and pointed at Luka. "you, out of my house, now." Quinn swallowed hard, his face paling and the blush starting to fade. he was sending Luka home? how was that fair? he hadn't even waited to hear the whole story behind this.
"but wait-"
"did I stutter?"
Quinnely fixed his dad with an equally piercing glare, exhaling sharply as his temper boiled. there were so many ways to explain this, and his father wouldn't give him the time to tell them. he didn't seem worried about his son, who'd just puked up into the trash can, more the problem with another boy comforting him while a storm was set wild outside and he didn't feel well.

[foxes800]

((I'm glad to hear you liked Florida. c: I bet it was hot and muggy. You couldn't pay me enough to go there during summer. I much prefer the cold. x3 Wow that really is a long plane ride back. How many hours for you guys?
And I probably should have time skipped to the next day with this post, but I couldn't see Luka giving up and going home when his best friend is still sick and just got yelled at because of him.))

-----The squirming, uncomfortable feeling deep in the pit of his stomach only increased in its magnitude as the man seemed to become more and more furious. Quinn’s warning glance didn’t help either. All Luka had wanted to do was get his pal out of trouble by clarifying what really took place, but he’d made things far worse. Surprise, surprise. Now the poor, sick Quinny Bear had to further exhaust himself with fixing the mistakes. Mistakes he wouldn’t be able to explain himself! What if his father asked about the caressing and the arm around his waist and the close proximity!? Oh boy... That’d be an embarrassing follow up conversation. What if Quinn figured out he was gay from this whole thing? What if he figured out that Lulu had a crush on the precious, adorable dweeb? Would he avoid him like the plague then?
-----Casting another nervous glance back towards his friend, Luka had no other option but to do what the boy’s father had asked. “Yes, sir,” He replied, heading to the door with his tail between his legs. Of course he wanted to stick around for support, but he’d probably keep stacking on the evidence against them! So with a quick, mouthed, ‘Sorry, man,’ the werewolf begrudgingly passed the ‘rent and exited through the front door of the home. But he’d be damned if this stopped him from sticking around and making sure everything was truly alright. In fact, the eighteen year old simply hopped in his car, drove to the starting point of the pack’s long driveway, parked, shifted into a wolf, and then used the cover of the trees to get back to his imprintee’s residence. And once he was there, it was a waiting game.
-----The amber eyed beast anxiously paced back and forth, back and forth, quietly whining as more ‘what if’s’ flashed through his mind. Finally however, it seemed the parents had passed out for the night. Ear twitching, listening for any noise in the house, Luka deemed it all clear. And back in his human form again, the teen climbed the large tree nearby. It was difficult getting up as quietly as he’d managed to, but luckily the trunk was close to the roof so he didn’t have to risk his neck crossing a branch or jumping onto the section that jutted out below the second story windows. Though, this whole process was quite painstaking, it was worth checking in on his little human. “Quinn?” He whispered, lightly tapping on the glass. Oh Geez. This really was turning into Romeo and Juliet, except without all the deaths.