It was no doubt that Derek was a tough guy. He hated to show that sensitive side of himself, took pride in being essentially emotionless, so when he turned up to your house one afternoon with blood shot eyes you knew something was up. 

You brought him inside without a word, leading him to your room and sat him down on your bed. 

There was a moment of silence where you tried to figure out how to approach the situation seeing as though you'd never had to do this with him before, but settled on straight out asking him. 

"What's going on?" You asked, voice quiet as not to scare him. 

He didn't answer, simply kept staring at his lap to avoid your intense gaze, and he didn't utter a word for another minute or so until his lips parted slightly and he began to piece together words. 

"I'm scared," He said. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, "Of what?" 

"Everything," He mumbled. "Of life, the future, myself." 

As he breathed out that last word, he finally looked up to meet your gaze and you swear you've never seen him look so terrified. His eyes were big and red and his cheeks were tear stained and even his hands were trembling now. 

You brought him into you, letting him rest his weight on your side while his head rested on your shoulder. A sigh left his lips when you secured your arm around him, your free hand going to interlace with his. 

"Why are you afraid of yourself?" You questioned. 

"I'm a monster, (Y/n)," He mumbled in a hushed voice. "Werewolves are known for hurting people. I've hurt people. We're terrifying creatures with claws and fangs and sometimes I wish I could just be normal. Why can't I just be normal, (Y/n)?" 

"No," You rushed out immediately. "You are not a monster Derek. I don't care what you think, you are not a monster. You're an incredible man who treats me like a damn princess and cares for his pack. You've only hurt people because it was deemed necessary. You're an incredible person and nothing, no one, will make me think otherwise." 

Derek opened his mouth to retaliate, but you cut him off. 

"You don't need to be normal, do you understand? You're perfect just the way you are and I love you for it. I fell in love with this man right here, not someone normal." 

You pressed a kiss to his lips to emphasise your words, pulling away moments later to see a smile on his face. It made you smile too knowing your words cheered him up to some degree. 

"I love you too. So much," He said. "I don't deserve you." 

"You do deserve me," You corrected. "That's why you have me. End of story." 

He smiled again, and that was the end of it. He was happy again and you decided then that you never wanted to see him upset like that ever again. Even though sometimes he lacked emotion, you were positive that happy looked best on him.