c: sourwolf

Imagine:
You sat smugly in the back of the Jeep and observed Stiles and Derek arguing.
How were you in the situation? 110% Stiles’ fault. You were in the middle of watching a movie when he burst into your house, pleading for help. Long story short, He’d dragged you along to babysit Derek.

“Start the car, or I’m gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth"Derek hissed.

"Woah, it’s not even full moon and your turning into a sour wolf"you gasped sarcastically in the backseat.

Derek rolled his eyes.
"Not you now y/n”

“But the name suits you so well Miguel"you smiled mischievously as you patted his shoulder.

This was going to be a very entertaining evening.