#and the moments hes used it dont have the emotional range that the song deserves to used with

[grimmjow]

in the movie The Menu (2022) Chef Slowik decides to kill John Leguizamo because he was in an unfunny movie that Slowik watched on his one weekend off from work, and it killed a part of him so bad he decided the only way to remedy this was to kill that guy for being in the unfunny movie. I feel the same way about taika waititi

[uncertaininnit]

who wants to read an essay about my relationship with simping/an appreciation(/simping lol) post about Will+Eret and also seperately tommyinnit that was written at 4:22 am and then added to the queue because i love the queue system also fun fact i pronounced the word ‘queue’ as ‘cc-week’ for like an entire year and idk why anyways

lets just jump into it

lol

so. if somebody was to ask me who my favorite mcyt is, i would think about it for a moment and eventually answer with either Wilbur or Eret. and i think that is purely out of simping instinct or whatever the fuck. 

to start, Wilbur; the prettiest man, period. i do not take constructive criticism. he is literally gorgeous and i get so mad at him for putting himself down all the time because he doesnt deserve the shit, especially not from himself. he is 24 years old and has the lowest self-esteem out of anybody i can think of. i want to yell in his face all the time. i want to tell him simps are the same species as him, and they have REASONS to simp. if you keep seeing appreciation posts about yourself (which im sure he does) that means people APPRECIATE YOU and WANT YOU to feel APPRECIATED. 

anyway, back to simping. let’s start from the top. his goddamn hair. it is, it is, and i just took a deep breath, so pretty. maybe it isnt the hair itself, probably, but the way it is done. wavy dark brown hair all floofy in the front. and he is constantly messing with it, which is THE cutest thing. when he is excited, he moves a lot, and his hair moves with him and gets messed up and ahhhcvkvyr moving on.

his face? lets start with his eyes. they are so pretty. i think my opinion on eyes is probably weird, and allow me to explain why. i never ever notice somebodies eye color when talking to them. i just dont even look. so when i am actively paying attention to somebody’s eyes, they are that much more important to me. but idk, i kinda feel like his eyes are one of the biggest factors of his face? like, he looks really pretty whether he is smiling or not, because his face doesn’t ride on his smile.

sidetrack paragraph about george: i think george is that way. he is adorable, but he is only really adorable when he is smiling. if i look up ‘georgenotfound cute’ it will be entirely him smiling, and never any other facial expression because he genuinely looks like the fucking weirdest thing sometimes when making a serious face. back to will.

i dont pay attention to noses because who even cares dude but i’m sure his nose does a good job of supporting his looks as well so good job nose

his SMILE. he doesn’t need to smile, but dude, when he does, it’s like i always used to say (and still would say) in regards to eijiro kirishima. it’s like... sunbeams, like rays of light are in his mouth and escaping when he smiles.i wonder how he keeps a star in there. because his smile literally lights up my heart. and when he tilts his head(basically all the time luckily)? so goddamn pretty. pretty man. pretty. 

that brings us to his neck, which is- no, kidding, but i do want to talk about his vocal chords! firstly his speaking voice, which i guess as an american it hits different for me because of the accent. but- i dont think i can put it into words. but the way he puts thoughts into words-(lol) idk, his voice is just really sweet. and his SINGING VOICE, here we go.

so he sings, duh. and i- holy fuck. he just sounds good, you know? he is a good singer. i want to put my emotions simply this time. he sings well, and he sounds good. a pretty voice for a pretty man. i cant even try to elaborate.

basically the only other thing of my concern is his fucking yellow sweater? or jumper or whatever the fuck? and his beanie? on his body? damn. i am genuinely attached to that sweater. it just looks good, ok? it does. 

oh yeah, and he’s hella fucking tall. 6′5? are you kidding? you couldn’t have at least been short so we could make fun of you?

oh yeah and his laugh-

it is now 4:53 am and a bitch is tired but i have an entire fucking train of thoughts and they must be somewhere before they slip away

the next part- Eret. i adore Eret. so incredibly much. and let me start this by saying i’m going to consistantly call him a he, because he doesn’t care and so that makes it easier for me. ok? ok.

he is the opposite of Wilbur in this one regard, confidence. and self-esteem. eret loves himself. that attitude spreads. look, not only is he like the #1 bicon in the world as far as i’m concerned, but he also actively fucks gender roles any day. strawberry dress pog? strawberry dress pog.

but seriously, he rocked the strawberry dress. and the suit, though i missed that stream. he rocks his crown, his sunglasses, just anything he puts on. and don’t get me started on the BOOTS

(im started on the boots) so firstly the heel boots, the first ones he got. when i first saw clips, my only thought was something like ‘woah.’ or maybe ‘damn.’ at that point i didn’t know much about him, just that he looked STELLAR in those boots (and the betrayal and shit yknow) and the PLATFORMS DUDE

the platforms are the same but moar tall, which is incredible. oh and now back to strawberry dress- have you seen him twirl? the twirl? hello? have you seen it? you must. 

also i havent even talked about HIM yet. hove you seen that picture of him with a bird on his shoulder? he is facing the bird, i think looking at it, with a wide smile across his face. and it is so pretty. he has the prettiest smile. 

also today i was looking for flour at the store place and a clip of him was playing in my mind- he was doing like an announcer voice, like in every superhero movie trailer- and he was just coming up with something to say, and what he ened up saying was ‘in a world... where.... cookies.... are made of pringles’ and OMFG its making me laugh even now. like of absolutely anything, that was the example he made. just thinking about it is making me smile. 

speaking of, have you heard his voice? his normal voice is really really deep anyways, but he has crazy range- he can effortlessly(i originally wrote effortly and when i noticed i laughed because i am so fucking tired bfv9wuocl) go from like an elmo impression (and a good one) to a just REALLY low voice, lower than his normal low voice. 

AND HIS SINGING VOICE! he doesn’t like actually make music like wilbur but on that one stream where he did kareoke (how the fuck is it spelled) with fundy and his voice is SO LIKE its deep and its just pretty and i never want to hear normal sweater weather ever again, just him singing it.

i think this is where i’m done with eret- it is 5:18 now, and a BITCH IS TIRED but i need to finish this while i’m still feeling this wayy or i’ll never finish it, i know this from experience.

and now it’s tommy time

the og reason i decided to make this an actual post . but i had to explain the simping thing before i got into my thoughts about tommy. 

but let me start this with just saying yes, i love him. he is a big man and i want him to be happy. which is the topic for today’s discussion, AHEM. 

so tommyinnit, right? he is 16, which is why i do NOT simp.i dont care that im also a minor, i wouldn’t do anything to make him feel uncomfortable, ever. in any world. never. because look- i dont know how to put it, but tommy is SIXTEEN. still young and impressionable and all that junk. and he is a fairly fucking famous twitch streamer. he does that almost daily.

what i’m saying is i dont want him to get hurt. him, and tubbo too. they are a part of the world, part of the public, all the time. don’t you think that is stressful? do you guys remember his haircut stream? on the day of his haircut? and chat was making fun of him for it, and wilbur was making fun of him for it. that is how i express affection, with my real friends as well. playful bullying. but at some point while Will was teasing him, he says something along the lines of ‘yeah, the big man hasn’t been having too great a day’ or something like that, and dude, my heart dropped.

a. he had mentioned earlier that he didn’t want to stream the day of his haircut because hair is always weird that first day, but since he hadn’t streamed in a good bit he felt obliged to. i dont really.. idk, i dont really like that. i dont want him to have to put himself in uncomfortable situations because he feels like he needs to for us. i don’t think that is healthy.

and b. chat and wilbur were bullying him. good-naturedly, but still, when he mentioned he had been having a bad day, the chat turned around and instantly started yelling shit like ‘AHHHH SORRY BIG MAN YOUR HAIR IS FINE’ and when Wilbur kept teasing him (you fucking beautiful bully man fuck off) yelling stuff like ‘WILBUR QUIT WE ARE H U R T I N G HIM’ and ‘WILL STFU HES HAVING A BAD DAY’ so im glad we all want him to feel ok

but still, it cannot be healthy. when i first got into MCYT, i though tommy was fucking loud and annoying. and he is! he is. but that is a big part of why i like him so much. and everyone jokes about him being a child, because he is, but i choose to not say stuff like that in chat just because i want him to be happy. those jokes are fun, but i want him to be happy. and he is happier when not being called a child.

im not attacking you, do whatever the fuck you want. i dont know why i feel the need to protect him or whatever, if he read this he would probably think i was hella creepy. i just- listen, i just want him to be happy. i just want him to smile and laugh. i sound SO GODDAMN CREEPY but- as ive said- i just want him to be happy. 

is this literally just what having a comfort streamer is? am i not crazy? does everyone experience this? and can we talk about tommy’s playlist it’s literally so sweet and bubbly compared to his personality and i love that. and the song he always plays at the start of stream and always like buzzes along to? that moment in time is my very favorite.

it is 5:44-

[catboyithaqua]

Ramuda and Doppo :0

OH MY BOYS LETS GO

Under a cut bc long

Ramuda Amemura

First impression

Baby boy baby. Very cute and sweet i love characters with ramudas aesthetic i tend to want to protect them, especially since its an aesthetic that i fall into myself and lo v e so kseidjsnfn YEAH this man is baby!!!

Impression now

Ohhh my god i love this man i love the way he is characterised he is so incredibly interesting as a character and tbh so realistic and honestly i adore him!!! I alarmingly see a lot of myself in him tbh, were incredibly similar and that isnt necessarily a good thing!! But still i love this man

Favorite moment

Oh man where tf do i BEGIN there are so many ngl, but mostly all of the moments where we see ramuda's humanity. There is still a sweetness left under the darkness, there is still a man who wants to cling onto everything he has - his emotion, his internal battles, his morality vs his desperate need to survive - oh fucking man so much.

Idea for a story

CAN WE FUCKING. HAVE RAMUDA TALK HIS SHIT OUT PLEASE can we just have others actively helping ramuda cAN THIS MAN PLEASE BE SHOWN THAT ITS NOT TOO LATE FOR HIM,,, PLEASE,, i just want ramuda to finally talk out everything and have people on his side. Please.

Unpopular opinion

This probs isnt unpopular by any means, but idk what else to put here so take this:

I dont really see it often discussed that yknow ramuda is an abuse victim. Like, its very clear that chuokhu uses and abuses him, and his life is constantly being hung over his head. No wonder the dude is doing anything he can in order to survive, he has no choice in that regard. Before i get told this in the notes yes i know this doesnt excuse the things hes done!!! But tbh i really think that like the trauma that ramuda is living with kinda needs to be addressed.

Favorite relationship

I am a huge multishipper and have found a way to ship ramuda w just about most people (that are adults and not in chuokhu lol) so this is pretty tough

Id say either fling poly or jkrm and these are my reasons lets go:

Fling poly: HAVE YOU S E E N THEM do i really need to say more here all three of them have such good chemistry together, theyre all clearly on the same wavelength and have such a wonderful dynamic,,, they found out about the clones and shit and they STILL chose to protect ramuda and to fight for him and with him and to stay by his side aND BLACK JOURNEY TOO I-- IM GONNA START SOBBING,,,

Jakuramu: this one is not based on canon too much i am sorry this is mostly hc but i am a huge sucker for enemies to lovers ok also, i feel like out of TDD these two would be the ones to reconcile. After all, jakurai is a rather empathetic man and he probably would def understand the situation that ramuda was in. After all this dude was an ex assassin, if ramuda was to tell him everything, im sure that he would be able to relate to yknow the time he took others' lives, people with families and friends that he killed because he was ordered to and most likely had no other choice. Of course, jakurai is well within his right to not forgive ramuda for what happened to yotsutsuji, but i feel like he would and would help him get out of the situation hes in,,, and also im soft for the TDD era ok like how jakurai WANTED TO KNOW THE REAL RAMUDA AND LIKE,,, even when ramuda snapped at him he was GLAD HE WANTSD TO KNOW HIM FUCK MAN,,, i just really like these two ok

Favorite headcanon

I have quite a lot of hcs! Here are a few and like some explanation as to why:

- hes trans - i personally believe this bc personally itd make sense. Ramuda has a very feminine appearance and build, those that are like typically common in asian countries. As well as that, he has his own autonomy unlike the other clones. It wouldnt surprise me if chuokhu orignally wanted to make a girl to keep the other divisions in check, but when he decided personally that he didnt want to be such a way, they said sure, more room for us to treat you as we want to. Hes got money, getting T wouldnt be that difficult for him either, so thats why his voice is. That way fiaudjsnfnd anyway i think it makes sense!! Idk--

- he has bpd - projection probably but the biggest inspiration for this headcanon is how he is emotionally. His swings are violent - he feels and expresses such a diverse range of emotions and its so easy for him to change his emotional disposition - whilst also mostly feeling totally empty. Relationship wise also, given how he was genuinely really close to jakurai and then completely splitting on him, h a t i n g him. Yeah that sounds like bpd to me chief i know i have it!!! Theres more ik there is but i cant pull up examples rn

- hes neurodivergent - again mostly projection honestly and like there isnt much of a canon basis in his behaviour, just little things, but i like to personally hc that aside from eating candy to stay alive duh, that he chooses lollipops bc they serve as a sort of stim?? Also ik that fashion is his job but hes also so so clearly passionate about it that its a special interest for him, and thats partially why he took it up as a job in the first place, so he could do something related to his special interest lol. Idk i know there isnt any basis for this but just let me have autistic ramuda iaiesjdnsnfn

Doppo Kanonzaka

First impression

Now THATS what i call a tired mf!!! This dude has yves saint laurent eyebags also he really reminds me of aggretsuko somehow??? Im really not sure what it is

Impression now

Yeah i was def right with the aggretsuko comparison siaishsnshfb BUT I LOVEEE HIM i love him very much and i think this man really needs a break and is also very relateable i love

Favorite moment

As much as i love fp i absolutely adore the badass koments that doppo has including when he absolutely fucking obliterated fling posse sksjxnxncn also!! All of his little moments with hifumi i genuinely enjoy their dynamic its so cute

Idea for a story

Honestly i wanna see him slowly recover from the teauma that he has experienced because this king absolutely deserves it, and also from a practical point of view itd make this mf s t r o n g e r i also just.... long to see doppo happy honestly he deserves to smile!!

Unpopular opinion

I dont really have an unpopular opinion but saving like leaving this blank: as much as i absolutely adore jakurai and hifumi and their music (jakurai is my fave out of every hypmic character and i WILL drive this home), to me doppo just has the best music. Like, i love tigridia and BLACK OR WHITE so fucking much its absolutely unreal and all of doppos verses in every song are juust so fucking good. As much as i listen to you are, therefore i am on repeat every day of my life doppos music is just the best ✨

Favorite relationship

Again i am a huge multishipping bitch and i habe a few ships with doppo but in ahll honesty my fave is very clear - i absolutely adore his dynamic with matenrou as a whole and especially hifumi - his relationship with hifumi is clearly so special and it really shows how strong their friendship is, and in a ship sense i find it to be realy cute bc theres such a clear need for each other and that even if they clearly come at odds sometimes, at the end of the days theyre still clearly so close and i just,,, god doppo reallt deserves someone like hifumi in his life and im so glad that he has it!!!!

Favorite headcanon

Honestly i dont really think i have too many for doppo but given his general demeanor and his attitude, i personally hc him as demi. Yeah i know that sexualities dont have like typical personalities and such but i feel like given his anxieties around new people and how he clearly only really sticks to those that hes very close with, it makes more sense for him to be demi than any other sexuality to be quite honest - and this is also just pushing my hifudo agenda aiqiauansnssn but yknow!!!!

[bittersweetmelxdy]

May i please get a scenario where gavin and mc are in highschool; dont quite know eachother yet but gavin overhears some guys talking about her and he decides to teach them a lesson,,pretty please i've been thinking about this non-stop since i read something similar in one of his dates(??at least i think it was one of his dates)

Yes, it was his ‘Old Days’ Date (I think that’s what it’s called), and because of that date, you may notice this has some elements from that date, as I wanted to show the scenario where MC never finds out about it, and I hope you like it x

Title: the silent protector and his beloved girl

Pairing: Gavin x MC

Words: 1,806

It was early April, the cherry blossoms had recently bloomed, and the petals danced in the air as the gentle breeze weaved its way between the branch, jostling the blossoms. The early morning air, littered with the sounds of students, joking and talking as they made their way towards the campus. A girl stopped at the gates of Loveland High School, hearing someone call her name and she spun around, uniform skirt fanning out around her legs, bright smile painting her lips. The two friends ran up to the girl as she waited patiently for them to catch up, and the three of them chatted happily as they entered the main school building. Unbeknownst to the trio, as they walked through the school grounds innocently, a group of boys, hiding on the side of the building, eyed them up and down, especially the girl known across school as their ‘Campus Belle’. The leader of the boys who was crouched close to the floor, his figure half-shrouded in the shadows, smirked at stood slowly, eying his friends, silent words being exchanged between them as they entered the building.

A lone figure stood in the gates of the campus, all other students giving him a wide berth out of pure fear. The boy had just come back from a week suspension, his cheek still sporting a white bandage, and his knuckles mildly bruised. His honey-toned eyes narrowed, watching the boys enter the building, and his glare scared the students around him, their faces paling and pitying the people on the receiving end. As Gavin entered the building, he made his way over to his locker, and glancing out the corner of his eye, he saw you.

You were two years his junior, he had never interacted with you personally, but he somehow had your loudmouth friend following him around claiming he and him were now friends, so he was never starved for updates. He was content to watch you from afar, your beauty making you worth of the ‘Campus Belle’ title, but that wasn’t what truly captivated Gavin. Gavin knew that your status as the ‘Campus Belle’ did you no favours, he often sadly had to watch from afar as jealous classmates would talk about you viciously when you weren’t present. Along with jealous female classmates, Gavin gritted his teeth, jaw clenched tight as he recalled the leering glances some boys gave you, his fist tightening on the locker door. Seeing you were making your way down the corridor, waving to your friends who were making their way upstairs to the classroom, and you stayed on the ground floor walking towards the offices. Seeing that a couple of the boys from earlier were about to follow you, Gavin slammed his locker shut with loud bang, walking at least 5 metres behind you, cutting off the boys from you, silently protecting you as you headed over to talk to the music teacher, and Gavin seeing you safe, turned to speak to Mr Keller as he prepared to return to school after the suspension.

Lunchtime finally crawled around, every student breathing a sigh of relief as the bell rang through the school grounds. You and your friends moved your tables close together, choosing to sit around your seat, which was directly next to the side of the classroom, the sliding panels pulled back to reveal the corridor. You and your friends opened your lunchboxes, grabbing your chopsticks and digging in, chatting happily about the newest TV shows, idol performances and general gossip. Looking to the side you saw that Minor was rooting around his desk and after asking what he was looking for, he pouted telling you he couldn’t find his wallet to buy lunch. Laughing at his antics you smiled and dug in your backpack for your purse, handed him enough money to buy his lunch, him thanking you profusely before dashing off to buy lunch. What you didn’t know, was that Gavin saw the whole interaction, he was standing, leaning against the windows to outside, watching you through the sliding panels as you ate lunch. His usually cold gaze, melting into warmth as he watched you laugh and giggle carelessly, oblivious to the world around you. He watched you interact with Minor, and when you lent your friend money, his heart was touched at your kindness, reminding him of that day in the rain where your kind soul stopped to look after that poor stray kitten, despite the heavy downpour soaking you to the bone. He recalled you bright eyes, their light barely hidden by your glasses, stray hairs sticking to your face, as he threw his uniform jacket over both of your heads, ushering you to safety. To this day he could still faintly smell the scent of your shampoo, the thing that disrupted him from his musings was the reappearance of Minor, who was incessantly chattering at him. Gavin choosing to offer him a one-word response, left his post watching over you, to go each lunch on the roof, Minor following him the whole way.

It was after school, and Gavin took up his usual spot, sitting hidden between the boughs of the gingko tree, the green leaves shielding his presence from others. He sat quietly and calmly; his head leaned back against the trunk of the tree, as he heard the familiar and calming sounds of his girl playing the piano. The songs weren’t overly complicated, and she did often stumble through passages she wasn’t as well-practiced on, but Gavin could clearly hear the emotion in her tone, the clear notes soothing his troubled thoughts. However, unfortunately the peaceful moment was not to last, Gavin’s closed eyes twitched as he heard the callous words of the boys below him, thoroughly ruining his reverie.

“Hey, are you sure you want to go for her, there are easier girls...” one of the boys said, disturbing the quiet, but the conversation didn’t interest Gavin at first.

“Yeah but none of them are our ‘Campus Belle’, are they?” the leader of the group sneered your title, making Gavin’s jaw twitch.

“I’ve heard Gavin’s got his eye on her.” another member mockingly said, and Gavin glared down at them, as the others started to laugh.

“Gavin? The school overlord? Does he really believe he deserves to be with a girl like that?” the first member laughed as he spoke, a pit settling in Gavin’s stomach, knowing with your good grades and kind heart, you and he were worlds apart.

“Plus, I heard he’s transferring soon...” the fourth member of the group finally spoke up, sing-songing his open-ended sentence.

“I’d take the chance with Gavin for a girl with legs like that.” the leader spat on the ground, a sinister smile growing on his face, “Can you imagine, how he’d react having his beloved girl all over me? The revenge alone would be worth all the trouble he’s been putting us through.”

The leader, noticed a small statured freshman hovering at the corner of the building, knowing that this kid was there to hand over his protection money, the leader nodding to his friends and the four of them moved from below the piano room, walking to the alley behind the school building. A few seconds passed, before a ‘whoosh’ was heard as Gavin landed on the ground, having jumped from the tree. His eyes narrowed, an unusual cold breeze rattling through the school yard, taking a step in the direction of those boys. Pausing for a moment, he looked back up at the piano room, hearing his girl had moved on to play what he considers now as ‘their song’, a stark contrast to the brutal scene about to occur.

Gavin walked around the corner, leaning against the wall of the school, watching the leader and his followers bully the poor freshman into forking over his protection money.

“I thought he paid you last week, is your protection that expensive?” Gavin’s cold tone cut through each person present, the leader let go of the freshman’s collar, and the poor boy scuttled out of the alley, head down, Gavin watching him leave.

“What, terrorising us one more time before you leave?” one of the followers mocked him, “Is the school finally getting rid of you?”

Gavin glared at the boy, the force of his stare causing the boy to shrink back, “That’s none of your business.”

“But after you leave, your beloved girl will no longer be under your personal protection, meaning she’s free to take,” the leader arrogantly walked closer to Gavin, stopping right in front of him and getting in his face as he whistled in a low tone, “And with a waist and legs like hers, I would mind taking care of her mysel-”

He didn’t finish that sentence, as Gavin had punched him straight in the jaw, the leader being knocked clean off his feet from the punch. However, he scrambled back to his feet, launching himself at Gavin with his friends as backup. What followed, was a fight where Gavin took on all four guys, the sounds of punches being thrown, and grunts of pain permeated the afternoon air. Finally, the fight ended with the four guys nursing their injures on the floor, Gavin being the only one left standing, panting from exertion. Not sparing them a second glance, Gavin turned and left the alleyway, leaving the aftermath leaving with a simple parting sentence.

“Don’t even let me hear, you went anywhere near my girl.” his cold no-nonsense tone, not inviting any argument from his opponents.

As he approached the gates of the high school, he froze in his steps, seeing you on the phone, your bike balanced on the gate post beside you, and keeping his presence quiet he came within earshot.

“It’s fine Dad, I can pass by the grocery store on the way home.” you listened to your Dad’s response and giggled slightly, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be safe. Bye love you!” you ended the phone call and swung your leg over the bike and set off.

Gavin watched entranced, as you rode off, your hair flying behind you, and for a moment he wondered how your hair would look if he took you on a flight. But he shook his head sadly, remembering the words of the boys, he and you were worlds apart, you were the ‘Campus Belle’ and he was the ‘School Overlord’, there was no chance for the two of you. However, knowing how kind your soul was, he hoped the letter would reach you, if only so he could tell you the goodbye you deserved before he disappeared.

Gavin cast his eyes to the sky, allowing the warmth of the sun’s rays to warm his face, and whispered a wish to the wind, “Please, fate give us a chance...”

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

No Matter What - Part 2

A/N: Based off of the song “One Call Away” by Charlie Puth, this will be a multichapter fic with a line of lyric being the headers to break down the thought process of the chapter. None of the lyrics are mine, and they are all in bold - Again, I do not claim to own them, all credit where credit is due.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 1,598 (Not including lyrics.)

Warnings: None that I know of. Mild language?

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @wheresthekillswitch @aworldmadeforme @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one

How to be a Werewolf 101: Getting bitten was the easy part. Controlling the shifts that come after? Not so much. It’d been a long, hard road for you once you were bitten, never quite being able to control the shift even now, almost a year later.
You were always told that Beacon Hills would hold a handful of people willing to drop everything to come an help you, no matter the situation, all you had to do was let them know, and they’d be there. So far you hadn’t had to ask a single time. 
But when pride becomes a bigger issue, and the war raging inside of you becomes more and more of a losing battle, you find yourself having to let go, and give in, putting your trust in others once again, instead of yourself, and believing they will do what is best for you, no matter what.

Series Masterlist

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Call me, baby, if you need a friend

Derek groggily rolled over to glance at the phone vibrating violently on his nightstand, letting out a groan as the bright display seemed to want to mimic the sun. Just as it was about to vibrate off the surface it rested on, he reached out and caught it with minimal effort, glaring at the name he saw blindingly displayed at the top of the screen as he held it in his hand for a moment before finally answering with a huff. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He let out a small yawn.

“Well, hello to you, too, sunshine.” You laughed gently as he softly growled annoyedly. “Nothing, just wanted to talk.”

There was a heavy pause, something that always seemed to happen when they entered into these phone calls. “That’s weird.” His voice was a deadpan, and dry, but he had a smile slowly climbing his face.

“Your face is weird.” You didn’t miss a beat, your tone mimicking his own.

“Hey!” He let the laugh he felt bubbling in his chest finally tumble out with the word.

“See? Conversing.” You said as if it were obvious. “We’re making strides, Derek. This is progress.”

“Strides toward what?” His eyebrows couldn’t decide if they wanted to be up in question or knit together in confusion, so he just let his free hand drag down his face, scrubbing any attempted emotion away.

“You becoming less of a hermit.”

“I am not-”

“You are and you know it.”

He huffed, not bothering to debate it. “Goodnight.” He chuckled, not waiting for a response before he hung up.

I just wanna give you love

You jumped slightly, letting out a small yelp of surprise when Derek stepped out of the shadows in the alley next to the restaurant you had just exited. Granted, you had done so by climbing out of the bathroom window which led into said alley, but still, the fact that he was there should not have surprised you.

“Bad date, huh?” He was making fun of you just like when you were teenagers, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh, back off, Derek,” you huffed, rising to your feet as you finally made it completely out of the window, dusting the front of your dress off. “It wasn’t anything serious, anyway, I wasn’t expecting to leave through the front door to begin with-”

“Y/N-”

“I mean,” you babbled on, “it’s not like I ever get to go on a date where hunters don’t show up somehow, and blind dates in general just suck, so-”

“Y/N, you don’t deserve someone like that.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft, and made you snap your eyes up to his. He only ever let a few people see this side of him, and you didn’t take it for granted that you got to be one of them.

Lost in thought, you finally shook your head to find your way back to the topic at hand, eyes closed tightly to avoid distractions. “I know, he was way out of my league-”

“Bull shit.” You opened your eyes wide, looking back into his. He hardly ever swore, he was blunt, yes, but hardly ever did that bluntness include language. It was his way of being emphatic, you had learned over the years, so you knew to pay attention to his next words. “He wasn’t even a rookie player in the kindergarten version of the league you are in.”

You scoffed, averting your eyes to the walls of the alleyway behind him. “Derek, stop complimenting me, you’re only nice because you’re my friend.”

“No. You know me. Since when am I nice to anyone, especially my friends?” You looked back to his face to try and gauge whether he was joking or not, and despite the broad, playful smile he wore, his eyes were sincere, and his heartbeat was steady.

You sighed, letting a small grin come out to meet his. “Point taken. You are a grouchy old man hermit.”

“Hey!”

“You know it’s true.”

“We’re nearly the same age, so if I’m an old man, what does that make you?”

Walking alongside him to exit the alley, you stared straight ahead with a smirk. “Dead, if you ever question the state of my age again.”

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

You were about to settle into a night filled with nothing when Derek’s face lit up your phone screen. “Yes, Hale?”

“Come over.” Two words. So many meanings. Too many possibilities. Endless opportunities.

“I have a ton of paperwork to sift through to help Stiles.” You glanced guiltily over to the neatly stacked pile you had already gone through and organized.

“Come over.” Two words. So many meanings. Too many possibilities.

“Derek, I said I am busy! I also have to clean my kitchen.” Lies.

“Come over.” Two words. So many meanings.

“My freezer needs defrosting.” More lies.

“I’m coming over.” Two words.

“Okay.” One word.

Reaching out to you, so take a chance

Deciding you probably actually had things to accomplish that night, you set out to do some laundry, on your way to the washing machine when your doorbell rang.

Opening it wide, you couldn’t help the grin as you took in the scene before you. “Derek Hale at my doorstep with cookies. Never thought I’d live to see the day-”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

Reaching over the threshold and taking a tiny step, you leaned the rest of the way in a ridiculous and over the top manner to slyly take one of the cookies from off of the plate Derek held tightly in his hands, looking up to see he had one eyebrow raised curiously your way, before taking a small bite as you stepped backwards, back into your home.

“Now why would I ever do that?” You smirked, sending him a wink before you turned around to head to the washing machine, hearing his groan of annoyance behind you only making your smile grow.

No matter where you go

Werewolf 101 - if you need help, howl. So that is what you had done, glancing down at your cracked and now nonfunctional phone screen in annoyance. You really hated Omegas.

“What the hell are you doing in these woods?”

You spun around at the voice, wide eyed until it melted into a glare when you saw his smirk at realizing he caught you off guard again. “Surviving!” You flailed your arms dramatically with with word, spinning around in a slow circle to see if the wild man that broke your phone had decided to come back.

“Well, that’s not what I was expecting.”

The glare leveled on him again. “What’s that supposed to mean, Derek?”

“You’re not much of the outdoors type….” His hands were deep in his leather jacket pockets, and he was almost bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excited child.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m a werewolf, Derek.”

“Yeah, but, I always pictured you as the type to take a run on a treadmill instead of romping through the woods.”

“Oh, bite me.”

“Already did.” He had such a shit eating grin, and his eyes sparkled in the moonlight, you took a moment to just let it sink in that you were getting these small little glimpses of his softer side more and more often. It’s been too long, since way before the fire. He used to be like this almost everyday.

“Well, then….” You tried to think of a comeback, but after a moment simply groaned, turning your back to him and stomping off deeper into the woods to try and track the asshole who broke your phone. “Then don’t do it again. I guess…. Ugh! Just help me find someone then you can go back home to your precious hermit hole loft, you grouchy old man hermit.”

You know you're not alone

Standing up and letting out a puff of air, you grimaced as you wiped some dirt from your cheek, whimpering gently as you pulled twigs from your hair.

“Who were those guys?”

Looking to Derek as he spoke, it irked you that he still looked flawless, hands once again in his jacket pockets. How was he not even dirty? You couldn’t get in and out of your car without getting some form of something on your clothes, and that was just a day to day basis, not including supernatural smack downs. Both of you made your way to a large boulder a few feet away and sat down, a few inches between the two of you. Letting out an annoyed snarl, you turned your gaze to the two unconscious Omegas where you had bound them to a tree while you waited on Scott and Stiles with the Jeep.

“Assholes.”

Derek chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. “Well, that much was obvious, please elaborate.” You glanced at him in annoyance at the remark.

“Omega assholes.”

“There. Was that so hard?”

“Derek, I will drop you.”

“See?” You cast a sideways glance at him. He wore the widest grin you had seen yet. “Conversing.” You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing he was mimicking your conversation from earlier in the week. “We’re making strides, Y/N. This is progress.”

“This is annoying, is what it is,” you mumbled, resuming your task of pulling twigs out of your hair, ignoring Derek’s deep belly laugh that made your shoulders touch with it’s movement.

Silence settled between the two of you, but you noticed his shoulder now stayed in contact with yours, him not bothering to create the distance that existed before.

“But seriously, this is a big step in the right direction-”

“Derek, so help me, I will push you off this rock if you so much as try to continue that sentence.”

Xxx

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