Prompt: “You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
Character: Derek Hale (Suggested by anon)
"So when and where are we catching this thing?” The Pack had gotten together because apparently human killing monsters were once again running amok around Beacon Hills and as per usual you were the only people who could or would deal with it. Honestly, sometimes you just wished Beacon Hills was a bit more normal and a bit less murderous, it was a wonder anyone died of old age in the town.
“You don’t need to know.”
“What?” You looked over at Derek. He couldn’t serious? You weren’t just not going, you needed to go. I mean this wasn’t your first rodeo and this certainly wasn’t something you’d just let him and the rest of your friends run off to do without your help!
“You’re not going.”, But oh was he serious, and he was doing that thing he always did where he clenched his jaw and scowled at you as if his angry face would compel you to listen to him. Because intimidation was such an effective tactic. Not.
You stormed over to Derek, ignoring your other friends who were deigning not get involved in the argument that was almost definitely about to happen, “Why not? I have as much right as anyone else here to go and help with this thing?!” It wasn’t even about right any more so much as the duty you had to help out seeing as you knew about these things!
“You’re not going.”
“Yeah, well you are cordially invited to go fuck yourself because I can and will being going whether or not you like it, Hale.” You harshly poked the man in the chest before turning on your heels and out of the building. You’d find out where to go from one of the others, but you would not let Derek Hale order you about like a lost puppy who had to listen to its master.