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nothing is quite as terrifying as something you don't understand. Quinnely was witnessing something he'd never even heard of. he'd be haunted for a long time by the sounds of crunching bones, the snarling of something inhuman, a bellow that shook the earth he stood on. a raging beast soon replaced the girl. the same fiery anger, but a physical form far more frightening. he always imagined that if something scary happened, he'd end up leaping to the rescue. act logically, at least. but he was frozen, all except for taking a short step back and pressing himself up against the trunk of the tree. wide green orbs followed the massive white creature as it rose, pearly fangs glistening. another growl, one that trembled in the marrow of his bones. it pounced quicker than anything Quinn had ever seen. it wouldn't matter how slow it was, he was locked in place as if taken by a spell. the...the thing sunk its teeth into his shoulder, the pressure on his limp immediately snapping him out of his trance. Quinnely released the most bloodcurdling scream he had ever made in his life, going into a kicking and punching frenzy as adrenaline coursed through his body. he dug his fingers into the animal's snout, tears blurring his vision as he tore his way from the countless sharp teeth that ripped at his flesh. it didn't hurt- no, not yet. he was in a blind panic, mind not quite catching up to what was happening. this was the wolf from the other day. this thing knew him. this was Amelia. as soon as he'd squirmed his way out of those jaws, he was off. the boy was tripping his way out of the forest, hoping to god the...wolf...would stay behind. all that ran through his mind was the sickening crunching of the queen bee's bones and his shoulder as it was bitten into. another scream, this one forming Luka's name and scraping against every corner of his throat, seemingly tearing his vocal cords apart, a sound cringeworthy and filled to the brim with raw fear. he couldn't hear anything but his footsteps and his heavy heartbeat, the two sounds melting together into one. he felt dread so sickening and real that he wanted to shriek again as he heard barking behind him, deep and belly-filled and loud. paws thrummed in a horrible rhythm against the leafy floor. he was prey, for the second time in his life. he was a deer now being hunted rather than stuck in headlights.

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-----Powerful jaws soaked in blood dug deeper and deeper into the flesh they had latched onto. The wolf hung on to its prey as if its life depended on it, enduring both hits and kicks, but loosening just enough for Quinn to escape when its nose and muzzle were attacked. A soft whine left the wolf’s muzzle, the giant beast in a temporary daze. However, the sounds of sticks and leaves snapping and crunching underneath sneakered-feet was enough to snap Amelia out of it and provoke another vicious attack. The she wolf was easily catching up to the panicked boy, paws smacking at the ground as cat and mouse darted through the forest. By now, she was really starting to enjoy herself. The taste of fresh blood on her tongue, the terror-filled screams, and the boy’s tears spurred her on in her hunt. Just a little while away, back on the football field, Luka was in the middle of some torturous exercise that coach had assigned when he heard the bloodcurdling scream. The teen stopped dead in his tracks, earning a “Ryals, stop slacking off! Get back to work!” from his coach. None of the humans had heard it, of course, but the werewolf had. Instantly, his amber gaze darted towards the bleachers. No Quinn. No Amelia. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he took off towards the forest in a mad dash. He couldn’t reach the cover of the tree line fast enough if he tried. He was barely even out of sight when he chose to shift, bones snapping and joints popping in quick succession. Once he was on four paws, the tawny-colored, amber-eyed wolf took off in a sprint. As Amelia was gaining on Quinn, Luka was gaining on Amelia. He could smell the blood in the air. He knew what Amelia had done to Quinn. Now, he was out for blood of his own. Just when the large, white wolf was about to snap down on his boyfriend’s heel, Luka leapt through the last bit of brush, tackling his fiancée to the ground and tearing at her shoulder as she tried to tear at him. They were a growling mess of fangs and muscle, rolling around on the ground as they struggled against one another, giving Quinn just enough time to flee from them.

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"I'm gonna die" was the only thought on his mind. Quinn accepted the fact that his death was soon to come as he darted between trees, not fast enough of course, with the hot breath of a bloodthirsty wolf on his heels. he could hear her massive jaws snapping and clicking, playing with her food. the white animal was out for his flesh. Quinnely had a moment of praying- to anything up there, to anyone down her, to the trees and the people and the world to just let him get through this with limbs still intact. despite a loud crash in the undergrowth around them, the female managed to snap up the fabric of his jeans, sending the poor boy tumbling into the leaves and stones on the forest floor. he gave a cry, knowing that this was the end for him, but the sound was drowned out by the snarling and growling and yapping and yipping behind him. Quinnlaid there, curled in a ball with his arms tucked tightly over his head, shivering so hard that he thought he might fall apart bone by bone, if the beast hadn't eaten them all first. he quickly realized he wasn't being torn apart, and glanced up to see a mass of two wolves battling it out, tawny brown against blazing white, biting and clawing at eachother. they were huge and powerful, with rippling muscles and fangs that glinted like knives. he was momentarily paralyzed, mouth gaping and chest heaving. without thinking, his body picked itself up. Quinn scrambled to his feet, then took off again, now realizing that he had two massive wolves right behind him. another screech, this one a release of all of the despair that was filling up his lungs. he was close enough to the field that players would hear. that boy ran faster than he ever had; faster than the day he was chased with Luka by his side. he didn't have his boy to protect him. he was alone and bleeding and scared in a big forest with big animals. Quinnely continued his scream for Luka, shouting his name a few more times and rubbing his throat raw. he sucked in deep breaths as he blazed full-speed out of the forest, onto the field, feet pounding and mind racing. he was so close to the field, so close. his terrified green eyes searched the team as he neared, but he couldn't find twenty three. where was he? he couldn't get any more panicked. Quinnely ended up screaming again, yelling out his boyfriend's name like a scared child.

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-----Little did Quinn know, his boyfriend was right by his side to protect him. As the smaller male ran for his life from two, deadly creatures, Luka fought to keep him safe. The two wolves were at each other’s throats for quite a while, jaws snapping and fangs ripping out tufts of fur in their scuffle. But ultimately, Amelia submitted. She hadn’t even stood a chance. While huge, the white wolf was still much smaller and less powerful than the tawny-pelted, future alpha. Luka had her out smarted, out ranked, and beaten in strength. So, once the white wolf rolled over onto her back, whimpering softly with her tail tucked between her legs, he knew he wouldn’t have to deal with anymore resistance. He’d won, but he didn’t stay to gloat. Quinn was at the forefront of his mind. Even from here, he could hear the panicked shrieks and cries of his name. And, like the loyal guard dog he was, Luka took off in a steady lope, slowly gaining speed until he was sprinting after his human.
-----After Luka had dropped everything he was doing and dashed into the forest, his team paused in their exercises and fell into a confused silence, followed by whispers and rumors about what their friend was up to. The possibility of an emergency hadn’t crossed anyone’s mind. So, when Quinn came huffing and puffing from the tree line, blood soaking his shirt and dripping down his chest, they panicked, yelling for coach and running over to the injured boy like an angry swarm of bees. Even if they did hate him, they didn’t want to watch the teen bleed to death. The second the middle aged man noticed the commotion, he hurried over as well. “Quinnely!? What happened?.. Never mind, no time. Oliver, get the first aid kit, wrap the wound. I’m going to pull my car around so we can get him to the hospital.” Olive wasted no time. As soon as he’d grabbed the small, white medical kit, he jogged back over to his friend and the large mass of teens. “What on earth... Where’s Luka? Where’s Amelia? Are they still alive? What happened to you guys?” The dark-haired male was as confused as Quinnely was right now. From there, things seemed to move along at the speed of light. One moment, Oliver was wrapping Quinn’s shoulder and applying pressure to the gaping wound. The next, coach was quickly ushering him into the backseat of his car, demanding he lie down, take deep breaths, and try to relax on their way to the hospital. Then, not even a second after those words had left the coach’s mouth, Luka seemed to randomly re-appear, pushing and shoving his way through the crowd and into the backseat of the car with Quinn. Normally, the faculty member wouldn’t have allowed this, but he realized Luka may be the only one who could soothe the sobbing, injured mess. “Ryals, keep pressure on that wound until we get to the hospital.” The werewolf was happy to oblige. With both hands, he pressed down firmly against Quinn’s shoulder, shushing him quietly. “It’s alright. I’m here now. You’re safe.” When he was sure the man speeding them along was distracted, Luka leaned down and pressed his lips against Quinn’s forehead. "Now, what happened? It was Amelia, wasn't it?" Luka didn't mention and wouldn't mention how he knew who the culprit was, but he obviously knew more about the situation than he was letting on.

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the sudden swarm of people around him probably wasn't the best, as he was already freaked out enough; with dilated pupils and tunnel vision, chest heaving and a steady stream of blood running down his shoulder. the shouts and talk around him was quickly turning to mush in his mind, and as the couch threw a question at him, all Quinn did was stand there with wide eyes and heavy breaths. he didn't move until Oliver started to wrap up his wound. Miles opened his mouth to respond in a daze, but no words came out. he slowly looked over at his shoulder, green gaze following Ollie's arm. it took him a moment to realize that all of the blood and red was his, and he immediately regretted his decision. a few boys caught him as his knees buckled, already color-drained face going even whiter. things moved along quickly, as did his loss of vision. one moment he was being told everything was going to be okay as his wound was hidden away under bandages, questions from the team flooding over him like a loud wave, the next he was being heaved into a car. adrenaline was still fueling his ability to block out the pain in his body. the feeling that he could run another mile or two was quickly fading into a sick, tired state. he felt like he'd hurl at any given moment, or drop dead right on the spot. Quinn's limbs felt heavy as led. tears rolled down his face and mixed with the crimson that was now in the backseat of the car. his breaths hitched despite what he was told. the next moment Luka was there, murmuring soft words and pressing his hands to the bandages, a kiss to his head. Quinn latched onto a handful of Lu's shirt like his life depended on it, afraid he might leave, despite the fact that they were speeding along the road with the doors surely locked. he nodded frantically to his question, not even wondering how the boy knew. the light haired kid sucked in a breath to speak, but instead he was greeted by an overwhelming throb of agony in his shoulder. he shoved his hand in his mouth and bit down on the side of his thumb to keep from wailing out, back arching as he released a muffled cry. a sob or two, tears flowing quickly as his upper half stung and flared like fire, all while keeping his death grip on Luka. Quinnely tried taking long breaths, making an effort to calm himself down. Luka's presence certainly helped. so he tried, with a voice like sandpaper and pitchy from his shrieking and all those emotions, to tell him what happened. "she...pulled us both into the trees, I-I don't know what happened. the wolf...there were two wolves. I don't know. I ran to find you...you weren't at practice where'd you go? where's Amelia?" his words came out in a jumble, rushed and scared. he felt the need to explain what had happened, ramble on about the wolf and the teeth and the size and how Amelia's bones crunched and snapped in the quiet forest air. how he'd watched fur sprout from her skin and her body shift and morph into something beastly. but if he tried Lu wouldn't believe him. there was no way, they'd be driving him to an asylum instead of a hospital. He moved his bloodied shirt into his mouth instead of his bitten raw thumb, another wave of pain, and he was a mess of convulsive gasps.

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-----Every choke and sob that slipped from Quinn’s mouth, shattered his heart into tinier and tinier pieces until all that remained was an unsalvageable mess. Luka was ridden with guilt. He’d allowed Amelia near his boyfriend, and he’d gotten there too late to spare him from the bite. “Shhhh.” Luka lifted a hand from the teen’s shoulder and up to his head, brushing some of the hair out of Quinn’s ghostly-pale face. “I don’t know where Amelia is, but I’m not going to let her anywhere near you ever again. I pinky promise.” The hand in the soft locks moved quickly down to wrap a little finger around the other boy’s, offering the hu-werewolf his best cheeky grin that he could manage under the present circumstances. “I swear... I run to the restroom for five minutes, and you get attacked by wolves. You’re a mess, Quinny Bear.” And he meant that only in the most affectionate way possible. “We’re almost to the hospital. Just breathe and hang in there.” In the meantime, Luka frantically rummaged around the bags in the back of coach’s car for something better for Quinn to bite down on. The best he could find was a stress ball, but it would have to do. Luka quickly tugged the shirt from the other’s mouth, handing him the small item and going back to applying pressure to the steadily-bleeding wound.
-----Finally, coach sped them up to the front entrance of the hospital, slamming on the brakes and giving Luka orders. “Come on. You grab one arm, and I’ll get the other.” With a bit of teamwork, the pair got the teen through the doors and into a doctor’s care. And that was the last he saw of his boyfriend for the next hour, which seemed like an eternity to Luka. However, both of the males managed to keep themselves plenty occupied. Coach remained outside in the waiting room, reading a magazine and answering any questions the nurse had about Quinn. Luka, on the other hand, browsed the gift shop. Naturally, being the cheesy dork he was, he selected some overpriced, aquatic stickers because of his pal’s love of Finding Nemo and then also purchased a mint-green, stuffed bear. Quinny Bear... bear? It was the obvious choice. With his gifts in hand, the werewolf plopped down beside his instructor until the nurse gave them a room number and told them Quinn could have visitors. Coach was still busy talking to the nurse about the patient’s parents’ contact information, and Luka couldn’t be bothered to wait.
-----The elevator ride up to the third floor was torturous. Between the god-awful background music, his guilt, and just the fact that Quinn was in the hospital, it felt like hours. But, soon enough, the loyal pup was back at his imprintee’s side, waiting for the teen to wake up from whatever drug they’d knocked him out with. As he sat patiently in the chair beside Quinn’s bed, Luka set the stuffed bear down on his boyfriend’s chest, so it’d be the very first thing he’d see when he opened his eyes. And then, he began decorating Quinn’s arms and forehead. (The man at the gift shop should have never allowed Luka to buy stickers.) For an eighteen year old, he sure loved stickers. And, by the time he was finished, Quinn hardly had an inch of skin that wasn’t covered in happy, little fish. There were at least twenty stickers on his both arms and his forehead combined, and he’d even put a smiling clown fish on the stuffed animal’s head.

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Quinnely would've been overjoyed that they'd numbed his pain completely with drugs and the sort, but they'd knocked him out too. he was a dozing little bear in his white room, still pale and fragile but better than before. he'd gotten stitches, hooray for a needle and thread being woven into his skin. he'd have to take care of the damn thing, but the doctors assured his parents (over the phone, of course) that Quinn would be perfectly fine. how long he'd be staying would be determined when he woke up. which wasn't long after Luka decided to give him a new look, including stickers - a few with googly eyes, hell yeah - and a toothpaste-green bear.
the boy's eyes slowly fluttered open, quickly closing again with a sour face as lights attacked his vision. there was a quiet moan, hardly audible, and scratchier than rocks grinding together. he wiggled his fingers, then his toes, just a little test to make sure he would wake up with all of his limbs intact. luckily nothing was removed, as his dramatic thoughts had concluded. again his blue orbs opened, seeing the teddy bear before anything else in the small room. Quinn gave a gentle hum of delight, then his head tilted lazily towards Luka. it took him a moment to register who those those amber eyes belonged to, but soon a dimpled smile lit up his face. "heeeey, baby." he purred - well, more like rasped like a drugged cat. "you get me this li'l dude? man he's a cute- woah." the teen had reached for his boyfriend's hand, only to see that his arm was covered with fishy stickers. his dark-circled eyes widened. was he trippin' or were there aquatic friends decorating his...wait, both arms. he couldn't quite move the other one with all of the pain meds they'd shot up in there, but he could certainly see them from here. Quinn blinked once, twice, then quietly murmured something along the lines of, "you see them too, right?" his gaze traveled to the table, where the blank sticker sheets were laying. he giggled, which felt good after the rough hours he'd just been through. somehow Luka had gotten a hold of these evil sea animal prints, and whoever let him was a madman. Miles gave a soft gasp when he saw the googly-eyed clown fish sticker on the bear's head. "you got Tiny Quinn too, you monster!" his words were drowsy, but he'd gotten a good bit of sleep.
the last time these two were in here was when Luka had taken a tumble when the two were racing down the stream together and sliced up his leg. not badly, but the two went crazy seeing blood and Quinnely insisted that they go right to the hospital. no, not home, which was right on the edge of the forest, but hospital. they'd ran in there with red dripping down Lu's leg, the kid looking proud of himself for falling in the river and getting a battle wound, while Quinn was a tearful mess. a kind nurse patched him up in well under three minutes, reassuring Miles that his friend would be fine. she even gave them a packet of M&Ms to share while they scampered back to show parents what they'd done. it was somewhat similar now - one was freaking out and taking control, except the other was also freaking out, this time drugged up and covered with stickers.
Quinnely slid up on the bed and propped himself up against a few pillows, taking a moment to admire his artistic arm. Luka had done a good job; a dolphin, three turtles swimming in a row (biggest to smallest of course), and a wide variety of fish. a few Hawaiian flowers too, how lovely! he was still clueless that there were water breathing buddies stuck to his forehead too. soon the mint green bear was snuggled in his lap, and he was recalling the day's events. his closed-lip grin faded. Quinn didn't want to make Lu even more stressed than he probably already was, but staying upbeat about the whole thing was going to be hard. he'd watched Amelia turn into that thing. he was sure of it. there wasn't a doubt in his mind. but it wasn't able to be explained. just like everything else in his life, Quinnely was forced to brush it off.
Instead of wallowing in his pit of despair, Quinn reached up and cupped his boyfriend's face with a mild raise of his dark brows. "come here, you doof." without the motivation to sit up, he had to lovingly demand Lu to lean down and kiss him. ever since his first dose in the ice cream parlor, how could he stay away from it?

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((Fox is incapable of replying quickly. -n- Let me know if this isn't enough to work with, and I can edit. I'm just really tired rn lol.))

-----Just like when Quinn was stuck at home with the flu, he was fun drugged up and out of his mind. At that question, Luka blew small puffs of hot air from his nose, snorting and snickering to himself. If Quinn thought he was delusional now, he would surely think he’d lost his mind once he spotted all the fish on his forehead. “The sticker monster spares nobody.” And that was why Lu should never be given stickers. If he had a sheet of aquatic animals, he’d be damned if he didn’t use each and every one of them. “Don’t worry. I’ll be getting you more colorful options for those bandages of yours. We wouldn’t want anyone at school to think you’re normal, now would we?” That would just be a shame.
-----Relieved was too feeble a word to describe how he felt about Quinn’s decision. Lu was grateful the boy chose not to speak of the matter anymore than his previous, brief explanation of what had gone down in the forest. The werewolf had no idea how he would even start. What was he supposed to do? Sit Quinn down, make him smiley-faced pancakes, butter him up, and then deliver the punch line? Even after having seen Amelia shift before his eyes, Luka doubted Quinn would accept ‘werewolves’ as a valid answer. And then there was the matter of informing the kid that he was one of them now too. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but we really need to talk about this... I mean, not now. I just want you to relax for a couple days, but we gotta talk about the wicked witch and what you saw eventually. No matter how ridiculous you think it is.” A couple days would give him plenty of time to figure out something to say... hopefully.
-----Before his mind started to wander anymore and dwell on “what if’s,” Luka happily obliged, leaning down and pressing his lips against the other’s. They’d kissed a few times already, but each time, Lu was still mystified by how well they worked together. It wasn’t like kissing Amelia at all. Their lips melded and moved together so perfectly. It was the perfect distraction from their situation, but it always ended too soon. The sound of someone clearing their throat broke the silence and ended the sweet embrace. Luckily, it was just one of the nurses, and she didn’t seem too disgusted with them or their sexualities. “I’m just here to check in on you. How are you feeling, Quinn? Do you need any more pain medication?” Once that had been addressed, the woman handled all her other topics of discussion, such as: what Quinn could and couldn’t do with stitches in his shoulder, how often to change his bandages, when they’d be releasing him, what pain meds they’d send him home with, and how often to take that pain medication. Then, she simply nodded her head, smiled, and walked back out into the hall. It turned out that the doctor was allowing Quinn to leave the hospital that night. He hadn’t lost enough blood or suffered enough trauma for them to keep him until the next day, and he was already recovering fairly well.
-----Around eleven pm, Quinn was finally released from the hospital. A kind nurse, different from the one that had walked in on their smooch, came in and unhooked the boy from the iv. This slight commotion stirred the snoozing werewolf from his short nap. His parents had already dropped by earlier and filled out the paper work for the release forms, but they hadn’t stayed to visit for more than five minutes. It pissed Luka off, but he was here now. He’d take care of the little bear. After everything was all good to go, the teens thanked the nurse, and he escorted Quinn out of the hospital and to his car. “We really need to thank coach when we see him at school tomorrow.” He’d given them the hurried ride here, helped provide the nurses with any information he could, stayed and chatted with them for a couple of minutes, and had even been kind enough to give Luka a lift back to school so he could pick up his own vehicle. “He’s pretty cool. If you ever need any help since your parents are such assholes, go to coach, Mr. Colemann, Celine, or Scott. Celine's probably better at emotional support and advise though.” They’d be happy to offer assistance. “So, it’s getting late. Am I taking you back to your place or mine? Oh, and what do you want to eat? I was thinking we’d just get fast food on the way in. Is Mc Donald’s alright? Do you still love their chicken nuggets?... I swear, if you could have had those things every day, you would have.”

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//i just realized i spelled "coach" as "couch" a post or two ago. yes, this piece of furniture, teaching children to play football. this is correct. grammar on point//

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being released at night was in all likelihood the best time to get out of the hospital. by now Quinn wasn't physically tired, but mentally he was drained to a point where he just wanted to go home. both the hoodie and shirt he'd been wearing had received a gaping hole in the shoulder, and Quinn refused to put it back on as if the things were cursed. they gave him a free sweatshirt out of pity, the name of the hospital stitched out in baby blue on the chest. the rest of his wardrobe was scuffed up and dusted with dirt from his tumble. the stickers off of his forehead had been removed and moved down to his arms (yes, he kept them), but he allowed a purple flower to stay on his cheekbone where his boyfriend had thoughtful placed it. this wasn't surprising, that Luka was giving him a ride, and it was better than everything else offered to him. that was all that was appealing at the moment - just Luka Ryals and home. he lifted himself into the carseat, wavy golden locks a mess that resembled more of a bird's nest than a hair do. unfortunately for him, after a few hours, his stress-relieving medication had worn off. his fingers twitched in his lap, his jaw locked tight. nothing was hitting him too hard - honestly, what had happened wasn't too traumatic. nobody died, only he got hurt. but it was still haunting, still a cloud that hung over his head. Lu had mentioned talking about it later, as if he knew what had happened. that was crazy, Luka wasn't even there. the only other thing there was the tawny beast that'd leaped onto the white terror, sending them both into a crazed battling pile. even if Quinn did try to talk about it, there would be no point. what he'd been through wasn't believable. Luka's questions brought light to the mood, and he found himself trying to offer a faint smile. " 'hello sir, I'm Quinnely. I'm dating your best player. remember me? I got bitten by that overgrown poodle and you got to drive me to the emergency room.' Celine, though. she's a sweetheart." a short huff of a laugh. his voice was still cracked and hoarse, a bit worse than when he woke up in the mornings. Quinnely lowered his face into his hands, pressing his palms into his eyes out of habit. a slow sigh slipped out of his chest as he contemplated his options. "my place. I need to take a shower, I smell like sweat and dirt and blood and that's really disgusting." there was a pause as Luka mentioned McDonalds, and Quinn tilted his head to give him a look as if he'd grown two heads. "who just stops loving chicken nuggets? hell yeah I want nuggets." they pulled out of the parking lot, the car chilly since the temperature was somewhere within the mid forties. the longer they drove the twitchier Quinn got. he was a bit worried about how his parents would react to him being injured, but someone had told him that they came to visit. hardly, he guessed, since they didn't even wait until he woke up. no wonder Luka was pissed off at them. ontop of that, he couldn't quite get the picture of Amelia's snapping joints out of his head. Miles pressed his head against the seat, closing his eyes with a shaky exhale. everything would be perfectly fine, as long as Luka was here. he stuck out his hand palm-up and wiggled his frigid fingers mechanically, wanting to hold his boyfriend's hand. he hoped he wasn't being clingy - but Quinn had been devoid of physical affection for years. no cuddly parents, no cuddly friends, maybe a snuggly dog or two. Lu was perfect - he adored the way his hands felt, how he smiled, his pine tree smell, his lips, his voice - name it, and Quinn loved it.

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((That’s one strict piece of furniture. I don’t even wanna know how long it took for him to fit in a car. Quinn could have died before they were all inside the vehicle. Also, I figured an awkward sit down with papa bear (and maybe mama bear) was in order. 'Bout time he met with the two love birds about their relationship. x'D Do you want to play him/them or shall I?))

-----As much as Luka liked and was grateful for the kind nurses who had helped Quinn, he wasn’t really feeling a second trip to the hospital today. For that reason, unfortunately, all his boyfriend received was a short squeeze of his hand. “I promise. We’ll cuddle after we get you home and eat. I’m not sure how your parents will feel about me being there, but I’ll climb up that tree by your window if I have to.” Luka was not going to leave Quinn alone after he’d just been traumatized. The poor pup had had a rough day and would probably have nightmares about the chase and Amelia’s snapping bones for weeks. Not to mention, Quinn was in for another bad day tomorrow, when his new senses started kicking in. “How are your parents taking the whole thing anyways? I mean, when they saw us cuddling in your room they seemed pretty pissed.” Luka was dating their son. Even if he didn’t like those assholes, he wanted the rents to like him and approve of him being around Quinn. The little dork was the center of his universe, and he didn’t know how to make that any more obvious than by buying him chicken nuggets. Their loving relationship involved cuddles, Finding Nemo, stickers, toothpaste-colored bears, and Mc Donald’s. Now, that was a strong relationship. “Couples who eat nuggets together stay together,” he joked, wiggling his dark brows with a goofy grin. “Do you want anything else to nibble on? Fries, of course, are a given. But do you want a burger or something?” Once he’d gotten his answer, and they’d ordered their food, Luka drove them back to Quinn’s place, parking in the drive way behind his boyfriend’s parents’ car. “Come on, bud.” The werewolf hopped out his side and trotter over to his passenger to help him in the house. He just wanted to get this over with. So, without further adieu, the werewolf wrapped an arm around the other mutt and led him in the house and up to his room. He figured Quinn’s parents would probably pop in to check on their son and catch them, but he couldn’t be bothered. He knew a sit down with papa bear was ultimately unavoidable. May as well get it out of the way, right? In the meantime, Lukes plopped down criss cross on his boyfriend’s bed, digging through the bag and fishing out French fries. Like the dork he was, he insisted on feeding Quinn by chucking fries at his mouth and seeing how many the other could catch. “You suck at this game.”

((Sorry it's so short. I got a bit lazy, and I need to start getting ready for bed anyways. Dumb early work. -_-))