don’t wanna talk, i just wanna taste you [x]
Could you just trust me this once?
Every morning, before the sun has risen and while the ovens preheat, the werewolf baker removes his clothing to perform the All Purpose Dance, adorned only with the materials of his trade, calling forth the secret, sacred mysteries of yeast and egg dough.
Yes, today the bread will rise high. He will provide for his pack.
Because sometimes I forget how young Derek is. How he’s not actually a huge werewolf expert - there’s so much he doesn’t know, and doesn’t know how to deal with, because no one ever got the chance to teach him. He has to figure things out entirely on his own. And sometimes, he can’t put on a brave face.