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Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader Word count: 1.4k Summary: People don’t usually realize that you’re in a relationship since you weren’t one for PDA with your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to display affection, it was more the Public part that made you nervous. But one night at a party that might change. Warning: None Requested by Anon: malia x reader or stiles x reader. The reader is like a ('baby gay' for malia) (first relationship for stiles) and is shy/a bit nervous about doing things simple things like hugging or holding hands and they find it cute but also comfort the reader say stuff like its okay, we can take it slow, and kinda just doing things like hugging more often to get them use to it. idk sorry feel free to to change it up and do what you want. Anyway have a good day~ 🦊,🐺or🙃. A/N: so I realize I haven’t uploaded anything at all in over a week, but life’s a bitch so I’m not gonna make empty promises of me starting to upload regularly again. I guess thing’s will be uploaded when they’ll be uploaded. I’m really sorry for all those who look forward to scheduele stuff, but I hope you understand. Lot’s of love, Brina

The red plastic cup in your hand was still filled up to the brim, the only change was the temperature that it had taken on during the hour that you had nursed it without even attempting to take a sip of the gross beer inside. Honestly, you weren‘t all too sure why exactly you had agreed to tag along to the party, neither were you sure why you were even asked to. When Scott had heard of the party a bunch of juniors and seniors had planned to have on a clearing in the woods, he knew it was a recipe for disaster. The pack had tried its best to stop the party from happening altogether, but to no avail, so instead they decided that they‘d come along to keep an eye out for potential danger. Every single pack-member in the appropriate age-group - aka still in school - had shown up, even Brett and Theo had joined in, which meant that any potential danger would have to be careful. Still, you couldn‘t quite understand why you‘d been asked to come along since you were quote-on-quote ‘just a human‘ and were usually kept away from any immediate danger the second it seemed to be in your vicinity. Not today though, today you were basically dragged with them to attend the party no matter if you wanted to be there or not and Lydia had forced you to dress in something other than the nice PJ’s that you had been chilling in earlier that day. “Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” a boy asked as he joined your side. You inspected him for a few seconds until the cogs in your head finally clicked and you realized that he was in your english lit. class. “Mhm, you’re-” you bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you tried your best to recall what his name was, “James?” “Close, it’s Jim,” the boy chuckled and smiled at you. You recognized that smile and even though you had to admit that you were a bit naive, you knew that the boy wasn’t talking to you just for the sake of getting to know you as a friend. Not quite sure what you could do about it, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “This party is pretty boring, what?” “Well, it’s a party in the woods in the middle of the week so I doubt there was much possibility for this to be the party of the century,” you shrugged and looked around at all the drunk people who’d definitely regret drinking so much the next morning. “You know,” Jim started and you had a bad feeling you knew where this was going, “We could get out of here, My parents aren’t home, sooo-” he scratched the back of his head and you just couldn’t help but sigh. “Listen Jim, you’re really nice, really, but I’m in a relationship.” “Oh, Ohh, okay, sorry I didn’t mean to...uhm… I just- I never saw you with anyone, I thought you were- I- Uhm- I’ll leave,” he rambled before taking a big sip of the beer he was holding and walking away with his ears tinted red-ish. You gave another sigh and shook your head slightly as you thought his words over. It was true, now that you thought about it, he had no real way of knowing that you weren’t single anymore and even though usually you didn’t mind that thought, suddenly it was somewhat bothering you. You and Stiles had been dating each other for just about a month now, but besides the other pack members and your families no one really knew about it since you weren’t really into PDA. Well, it wasn’t quite that, if you were honest. It was just that this was your first relationship and you were incredibly nervous at everything it included. It wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable with Stiles, it was the exact opposite actually, being with him was the time you felt most at ease, but you were just very anxious that you’d accidentally screw up. Of course, you also feared that your nervousness would annoy him and he’d decide that you were not worth it, but that fear was absolutely rootless since he was the most supportive boyfriend you could imagine. Oftentimes you could see the longing in his eyes when he was looking at you sitting besides him at Lunch and you knew that he just wanted to put his arm around you and give you a kiss, but held himself back for you sake. He also kept on telling you that it was okay and that you didn’t need to do something uncomfortable just to please him, that he was happy with all the cuddles and kisses he got in private and that he was more than ready to take it slow. What he did to help you otherwise was that he tried to get you used to a little bit of physical contact: hand holding in the car, small hugs throughout the day, cute little texts in class and the such. Suddenly, as you were thinking about it, you felt the strong urge to find Stiles and hug him no matter how many people were around and if you didn’t still have the completely full cup in your hand you’d think you could’ve been a little bit tipsy. You looked through the crowd searching for any sign of your boyfriend and the first thing that caught you eyes was the blond locks of a certain scarf-wearing-werewolf glimpsing through a group of junior girls that were giggling about something. With a rush of determination surging through you, you made your way through the masses of teenagers - somehow managing to hand your cup to someone on the way - and ended up only a few feet away from Isaac without having been accidentally punched or stumbling. It was like a scene in a movie when you came closer and recognized a few other pack members standing around Issac and they acted like a curtain that opened up as you got closer and revealed the most incredible boy in the world. If you’d been an outstander and had seen you stop in your tracks with a goofy, love-sick smile on your lips and your eyes almost watering up, you would’ve thought that you were watching a cheap romance movie, but you weren’t an outsider- no, you were you and you were looking at your boyfriend feeling full of love and admiration. Starting to walk again, you were sure to earn a few confused glances as you slid through between Isaac and Allison and more or less launched yourself at Stiles, your arms quickly interlocking around his waist and you face pressed into his chest. Stiles was obviously surprised at the sudden attack as he stumbled a few steps backwards before stabilizing and reciprocating the hug. You were very happy that your pack was so accommodating as they just shared some confused glances before continuing the conversation like nothing happened. “Are you okay?” Stiles leaned down and whispered in your ear, obviously worried by the sudden need for affection. “Mhm,” you nodded and basket in his hug for a few seconds more before looking up at him and smiling, “I just love you a lot and I missed you.” “I drove you here, we saw each other half an hour ago,” Stiles chuckled, but his cheeky smile showed that he was endeared by your sudden clinginess. “That was too long,” you just sighed and wished he would lean down to kiss you, but then your state of adrenalin and bluntness left you and your nervousness returned. Slowly you retracted your arms and went to stand beside him when you saw that the other pack members were looking at you with smiles on their lips. Blood rushed towards your face and your ears and you suddenly felt more embarrassed than you ever thought you would, even though you didn’t regret it. “You want me to bring you home? It’s getting pretty late,” Stiles asked silently but you could read between the lines and thankfully nodded, knowing that you’d probably ask him to come with you inside when you came to your house and cuddle. Because after all, Stiles was the best boyfriend you could ever imagine and if you couldn’t hug him all that much in public, then you’d hug the living health out of him in private.

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Cursed 2 (McCall!Pack x reader)(OS)

Warning: Still kinda Angsty, Suicide(?), like One (1) curse or something Word count: ~3058 Summary: With your destiny and with that the life of your friends on the edge of a metaphorical knife, you find yourself with the help of a familiar stranger...in more than just one sense.

A/N: This whole thing took me literal ages and I’m really sorry to both Anons who requested it weeks ago, I hope the fact that I made it extra long makes at least kinda up for it. Lot’s of Love, Brina.

Darkness. Darkness surrounded you. There was no smell, no noise, not even a stream of air that touched your skin. It was strange, but in a way, it was also peaceful. No Stress, no pressure, no problems. It felt so perfect like a dream come true. But something was wrong, there was a little voice in the back of your mind that told you that the real-life shouldn't be that perfect, that your normal life had countless problems and flaws. But another voice told you that it was better that way. Why would you want the Real-life when you could have this perfect, peaceful void? The answer was simple: No matter how shitty your life could get, it was still your life. It was surrounded by the people you loved. Your pack... You had to get back to them.

But it was so peaceful...Scott and the others surely wouldn't mind you staying here for a little longer. Why would they? They always wanted the best for you. Just like that one time when you found out about the family curse. Wait. The curse... Something important was related to the curse, you just couldn't figure out what. Maybe you didn't need to. If it was something dangerous, your pack would handle it, like they always did. They wouldn't need you for...uhm...whatever the problem was. You knew that you should know it, but it was like someone asked you about the plot of a movie you've watched on a Saturday morning when you were ten. Just slightly out of your reach. Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on finding the missing information in your memories and you were so close. There was something about a cliff and there was a group of people. Who were these people? Why did you feel like you should know who they were? The screaming voice in your head from before was getting more and more drawn out. Why was that bad again? Why was that voice even screaming? You couldn't tell anymore. But you had too, right? You had to remember. Something inside you told you that you couldn't ignore that feeling, making it clear to you that you couldn't let it go. But then you opened your eyes again and found yourself in a loft. You could tell that you had been there before. Often before. And you knew that it was somehow related to that thing you should be thinking about, but you had no idea how. Everything in your mind was getting blurry, you felt like you forgot something more every second you were there, but you weren't sure what you were forgetting. Maybe you didn't even need to. Your father always said: "If you forgot about it, then it wasn't important." Right. It was most likely not Important. You were just making an elephant out of a fly. With a sigh, you shook your head and sank onto the floor. Where were you again? You looked around and found yourself on the floor of a School floor. Locker decorated the walls and there were doors now and then, most likely leading to classrooms. It was familiar in a sense that coffee smells familiar, you know it because almost everyone does and it still has something about it that makes you think it's individual. A yawn escaped your lips and you slipped back to the wall, leaning against it and closing your eyes. You were so tired. A little bit of sleep would probably help you a lot.

You were almost asleep when the sound of a door getting crashed open woke you up. At the other end of the floor stood a young man, who looked around searchingly. When his eyes landed on your sitting figure, he immediately stalked over to you, causing you to slide the wall further back. The man seemed surprised by your action and stoped about sixteen feet away from you. "Y/N?" he asked, the word sounding weird, rolling off his tongue. You were able to recognize that it was a name, but you couldn't, for the love of God, find a face or even anything resembling a person connected to the name. "I'm sorry?" you asked, supporting your body with the wall, while you stood up, eying the door in hope that you could escape in case this man got a little to close for comfort. He moved a few steps backwards with his hands raised. "What are you doing here Y/N?" the man asked directed at you but used the unknown name again. "W-what do you mean? Why are you calling me by that name?" "Calling you by what name?" the man seemed even more confused than before as if you asked something ridiculous. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, slightly offended by the feeling of not knowing something obvious. "Y/N. Why are you calling me Y/N?" you huffed, rolling your eyes a little bit annoyed. The man looked around as if that was all a huge prank and a camera team would come out at any second. "Because it's...uhm..your name," he said, emphasizing 'name' with his voice and his hands, making a sweeping gesture with them. "No!" you barked, but took a deep breath to calm down, "It's not. Y/N is not my name. I should know." Now a cocky smile formed on the man's lips and he mirrored your pose. Arms in front of his chest and eyebrows raised. "Oh...really? Then what is your name?" "My name is-" you started strongly, but when the moment came to tell him, your voice broke up and you had to stop. You ran your hand through your hair as you searched through your mind for the word that was missing from the sentence. "My name is-" you repeated, but had to stop at the same place as before. It was not there. The fact that you couldn't remember your name made all sorts of confusion bubble up in your mind, causing tears to well up in your eyes as you looked at the foreign man in agony. "Why can't I remember my name?" you breathed out and buried your hands in your hair. "It's not your fault," the man said and you felt a hand on your shoulder. You hadn't even noticed that he came towards you. You looked at him, his brown eyes automatically drawing yours in. There was something in them that made you unable to look away. Something so darn familiar. It was at that moment that you took your first real look at the man in front of him. He was a few inches taller than you, but you could imagine that in comparison to other boys his age, he was pretty average in terms of size. His brown hair was ruffled like he didn't care about it, but not like he was a super messy person who didn't care about his appearance. All in all, he was objectively told handsome. You were ripped out of your thought about him when he laid both of his hands onto your shoulders. "It's not your fault," he said again and continued, "But it's really important that you remember. It's your only way out." "Out of where?" you questioned, feeling more confused by the second. The boy took his hands away from your shoulders and turned around gesturing at the room around him. "All this," he shouted, facing you again, "Nothing here is real. This is all just in your mind and the only way out is if you make yourself one. and for that, you have to remember." Your eyes widened, but for some reason, you believed him. It was like things like this were routine for you. "Then- Then how did you get in here? If this is all in my mind then how did you get in here?" The smile that took a place on his lips now was an almost sorry one. "I didn't. Just like everything else here but you, I'm just in your mind. A familiar face that your subconscious mind thinks will help you find a way out of this, I'm you trying to help yourself." "That's...That's a bit too much for me," you mumbled, walking over to the wall in hope of getting some security from the feeling of nausea that overcame you. "I know it's weird and really hard to believe, but we don't have time for that," the man- or rather the illusion- told you, making you look up at him. "What? Why?" "That's the point," he sighed, rubbing his hand over his face, "You have to remember. I could tell you why, but that wouldn't change anything. You'd just forget it again. You. Have. To. Remember," he said, emphasizing every word. You closed your eyes and tried to do as he said. You tried to find the memories you lacked. Starting with the name of the man or even your own. But only blanks. So many blanks. "I-I can't," you whimpered, sinking to the floor again. For a few seconds, everything was quiet, only your sobs shaking the air, but after a few moments, his voice broke the almost silence. "Please. I know it's hard, but it's not only your life that is on the line. No. Also the ones of your friends, your family, your..." he broke up before you knew what he wanted to say, but somehow a metaphoric lightbulb enlightened above your head. "My Pack!" you squealed and jumped up again. "Right? My Pack. With...uhm...Something like Todd. And-And you," you excitedly pointed at your mind's manifestation. "You're...your name is...uhm. Gimme a second, it's at the tip of my tongue," you snapped a few times with your fingers before it came crashing into you like a wave. "STILES! You're Stiles! And I'm Y/N. We're in the same pack with our Alpha Scott and Liam and Derek and Lydia and Malia." You clapped into your hands like a kid that just answered a question in their math class correctly, even though they didn't listen to the teacher. But you had hardly processed the new memories when even more came crushing into you. The curse, the cliff, your pack trying to change your mind and then everything going black. "Oh no," you mumbled when you realized that, if you were trapped in your mind, then what was happening to your body right now? "So you remembered?" your mind-Stiles asked. "Yes. The curse. Did I...Did I kill them?" you asked worriedly. "No," he answered, making you sigh out in relieve, until his next words making you inhale sharply again, "Not yet. But the curse is inflicting your mind and body more by the second. You have to win this battle, otherwise, there's no way our friends will survive." "How can I defeat the curse? What do I have to do?" you asked with determination in your voice, looking at the doors that, if this is the Beacon Hills High you attended would lead to the outside. If you had a chance to save your friends you'd take it. "You'll have to repeat what you already tried. You have to-" he stopped mid-sentence. "I have to what?" you asked while turning around to see him, only to find that he was nowhere to be seen. "Stiles?" you shouted in confusion. "Where are you?" Instead of an answer, you looked up to see that the roof had disappeared and a look to your left and right showed you that the walls were slowly melting down into the floor and the whole area turned into the place you'd seen last. The cliff. You were looking around you in confusion when there was an all too familiar voice behind you. "It's beautiful. I understand why you wanted to end it here." You drove around, wanting to see the person behind that voice that sounded so much like the one you heard every time you opened your mouth. You found yourself face to face with yourself. The other you looked like you were looking into a mirror, but you knew that she wasn't you. Her eyes were darker, her whole demeanour seemed...meaner and the smirk on her lips felt wrong. Not to mention that she had blood all over her hands and clothes. "Who are you?" you asked, trying to sound hard. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked while walking to your side, her gaze never leaving the nightlights of Beacon Hills. "You're me..." you said, somewhat between a question and a statement, and continued: "But you're somehow not me at all." She chuckled and glanced into your direction. "You're such a clever girl. It had been a while since I met one of you, but it seemed like the family genes got better." "One of us? Who is us?" you asked, already fearing the answer. "Of you Y/L/N-girls. It's a shame that the generations before you were able to overthrow me like that. It was getting boring," she said as if it was the most normal thing while picking at her nails. "You're what will happen to me if the curse wins," you mumbled, looking at her in fright. She's a monster who looks like you. "Oh, yeah. That's me. But I don't think that we have much of a competition. You know, you have nothing on me. There's no way for you could win this little battle. I'm a million-year-old creature who has killed more people than both world wars combined and you're...a little school girl. Not much of a fight if you ask me, hun." All her words were meant to hurt and bring you down...and it worked. If you ever had even the slightest chance of winning this mind-match then it was gone by now. And curse-you knew it. She knew she won. And that was why she wasn't careful enough to not make any mistakes. "I think you should see what will happen now," she hummed and snapped her fingers. You were still at the cliff so you weren't sure what had happened or what had changed. At least until Curse-you nodded her head towards whatever was behind you. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but you surely weren't expecting to turn around and see all your friends and the people you considered your family scattered around the floor in various stages of lacerated, blood making the ground under them muddy and red. Dead, they were all dead. A gasp left you and Curse-you chuckled again, thinking that she had already won. "You...You-" you started, stuttering slightly. "Yes. I did that. Or rather I will do that, really, really soon," she said, a sickly proud undertone in her voice. "You just made a great mistake," you whispered, making her raise an eyebrow in disbelief. "Either if you did it or if you just thread to do it, but you should know that if you say you'll hurt my friends- my pack- in my presence, I'll do everything in my power to destroy you. Even if it means I have to lose my own life. If it was for me, none of this would have happened, I wanted to end this before it even started. And I would repeat it every-" it fell like scales from your eyes when you found the connection between the thing Stiles-you had said just minutes ago. "Every what?" Curse-you asked with a tone in her voice that would make every fifth-grade bully proud. This alone made you overthink what you were about to do. Originally you just wanted to jump off of the cliff, but it couldn't hurt to take that little bitch with you. And so you ran to her in record time, pushing her down the cliff with all the force you had in your body since you didn't try to stay on the ground. The last thing you knew was the ground coming closer steadily and curse-you screaming and trying to scratch your eyes out.

It had been four hours since Scott and the others had brought your unconscious body to Deaton's and chained you up like some kind of monster. They had no idea what to do or how this would turn out. But they knew they'd get threw this together, like always. Derek had arrived about three hours after the others and was now talking quietly with Stiles and Scott in the corner. Malia and Lydia were sitting by your bed and Liam and Mason were sitting in the corner, both somewhat asleep. The only one who left now and then was Deaton, who was looking threw some books in Hope of finding a solution to their obvious problem. It was Lydia who broke the silence with a surprised, short scream. Everyone immediately gathered around the table you were laying on, only to see you twitch spastically. "Let me through," Deaton said, pushing Liam and Stiles out of his way. He quickly examined you, when you suddenly stopped twitching. Everyone looked at Deaton in question. "Y/N's...I'm sorry. She had a heart attack, she's dead." Gasps filled the room and the first one who was able to say something was a desperate Scott. "Wait. No. I'll bite her," he said, already getting his fangs out, but Deaton held him back. "I'm sorry Scott. It's too late. Not even your Bite can bring her back from the dead." The situation dawned upon your pack and not even Dereck was able to hold the tears back that welled up in his eyes. They couldn't stand looking at you, all of them somehow feeling responsible for what happened. "W-What h-happened?" All off them turned around to see you looking at them through tired eyes. "How-How is this possible?" Lydia asked, but immediately getting over to you to take the restrainings off of you, not caring about the curse. As soon as you were rid of the chains, you had more people hugging you then you could process. "I'm not sure," Deaton said, "But I guess it had something to do with the curse. People don't just die and come back without any revival." "I died?" you asked shocked. "Yeah," answered multiple of your friends, a few of them still hugging you close. Some day you'd think about this and try to figure out what happened, but right now, you'd enjoy the fact that you were neither dead, not taken over by a curse.

Cursed (McCall!Pack x reader)(Drabble/Os)

Warning: Angst, attempted suicide, cursing Word counts: ~1068 Summary: Being cursed to kill you decide that there’s only one way out…

You heard the buzzing of your phone in your jeans pocket, but knowing who it was and why they called, you ignored it and continued on your way. Never looking back. Never getting slower. Finding out that your family was cursed was shitty, but finding out that you were the next victim of the said curse was ball-sucking-hellish-kinda-shitty. Especially if the curse meant you’d turn into a deadly, soul-wrenching Monster and kill all your friends…or rather everyone in Beacon Hills. The Generations before you had a way to avoid the curse, but your mother had died shortly after your birth, all other relatives from her side were untraceable or dead and your father moved away from your hometown. In fact, you would have never known about the curse if it hasn’t been for Deaton discovering it soon enough and having at least some information about what kind of curse it could be. Only that he’d found out rather late, leaving you with no time to even say goodbye to your Dad or your friends. You thought that it was maybe better that way. You wouldn’t have to look them in the eyes, tell them that the only way out of your misery was quite frankly the ‘way-out-of-the-misery’. They wouldn’t try to convince you that you’d be able to find another way out. To find a solution. To find a way where nobody had to die. At least you hoped that they wouldn’t, but it seemed like someone Deaton had told them about your situation and they wanted to help you. Only that they couldn’t. Nobody could. You were the only one who could help anyone in this situation. You could help everyone else with not killing them. Your phone finally stopped buzzing and you sighed in relive, thinking they finally accepted that they couldn’t do anything about your situation and would let you go in peace. You should have known better.

The cold night air was blowing through your hair and over your skin, which was littered with goosebumps. It was like in a movie. Just that this wouldn’t have a happy end. When you were younger you loved to hike on the mountains near Beacon Hills (we just imagine there are some of them) and stand on top of them, watching the incredible view from the cliff. You couldn’t imagine a better ending. You would die with an incredible view. At least something. You took a deep breath and stepped a small step forward, leaving only millimetres between the tips of your toes in your ballerinas (a really bad choice in shoes for the last hiking, but you wouldn’t have to bear the pain later so who cares) and the edge of the cliff. “You can do that Y/N. For all your friends. For your Dad. For Beacon Hills,” you whispered to yourself, completely aware that you were wasting your time, trying to make the last moment as long as possible. At least until you heard steps behind you. At least six if not more. You didn’t bother to turn around, keeping your gaze fixed on the city lights in front of you. “Tell them to go away Scott. We both know there’s no other way out of this,” you shouted, specifically to Scott since you knew as the Alpha everyone would listen to him. The voice that answered you wasn’t Scott’s but Stiles. “Don’t say that. There always is another way. Even in situations like this.” A dry, humourless chuckle escaped your throat and you finally glanced over your shoulder, seeing your whole pack standing there. “Maybe, but to find them we’d need time. I’d need time. But we don’t have that. The curse sets in when the host gets 17 and guess what. My Birthday is in,” you looked down at your watch, “exactly twenty minutes.” You saw how all of them flinched. They knew this. Deep inside they knew they had no other way, but they wouldn’t just accept it. Of course, if you’d be the one watching one of your closest friends seconds away from death you wouldn’t just accept it either. This time Liam stepped for. “I know, I haven’t been in this Supernatural stuff for long, but…this just isn’t fair. You’re the most generous and nicest person I’ve ever known. You became somewhat of my anchor. When I’m about to lose it I think of what you would tell me to do and it calms me down. Why do you need to go through this? You’ll die and you don’t deserve that.” You felt tears well up in your eyes but decided to stand your ground. “Do you deserve it?” you asked rather aggressively. “Does all of Beacon hills deserve it?” You turned around again to look at the city before you. “You’re right, but still…It’s me for you. Like you said, If I go through with this, I die. If I don’t go through with this, all off you die,” you looked at your hands, already seeing them drenched in blood. “And I can’t bear the thought of that.” You haven’t even noticed that you were crying, but a few seconds later you felt a pair off arms around you. “It’s okay,” Scott mumbled, keeping you in his arms and stroking your hair softly. “No it’s not…” you responded quietly. For a few seconds, you just stood there, but you knew you had to go through with this. You tried to release yourself from Scott’s arms, but he kept you tight. “Scott?” you asked, already guessing what he was doing. He didn’t budge, so you started to kick and punch, fighting your way out of his grip to no avail. “Please,” you mumbled weakly, knowing that this was your last chance. Scott tightened his grip and your pack looked away in shame as you slowly fell unconscious in his arms. He held you bridal-style and carried you over to the Jeep, no one saying anything. “This was the right thing to do,” Scott said loudly, more trying to convince himself, than he tried to convince the others. They all made agreeing-noises but stayed silent on the whole way back to the animal clinic. Not a single word was said while Deaton fastened you to the metal table with chains, not sure how strong you’d be when you’d wake up. None of them left while you were laying there. None of them could. You meant so much to them. They had no idea what they could get themselves into.