It was a cold winter night, and the moon was at its fullest.

Inside a little house, just off the streets of a Texas town, lived a person by the name of (Y/N). They spent their days pushing away other people, only admiring themselves... or were they?

Every full moon, (Y/N) would change. Their (e/c) eyes turned into a hideous yellow and red, their body growing (h/c) fur all over. Everything about them had turned into a monster, and everyone in the town knew this. Instead of subduing (Y/N), they would chase the werewolf reader until eventually beating it down into a pulp.

(Y/n) cared not for how bad the people treated them, for one person loved them for who they were. They didn't rely on others for affection, because they found peace with how much they loved themselves.

You see, self love was never about pushing others away or being considered selfish. It's always been about being there for yourself, even if you have to kick a delivery guy's dick off to defend yourself.

So (Y/n) never found the person of their dreams, but found that all you needed was to be there for yourself.

Thus concludes the adventures of this reader x reader.