Stiles Stilinski x reader

Derek Hale, a newly met friend to me and now a mentor into putting up with my dorky hyperactive boyfriend and awkward Alpha best friend. Stiles affectionately refers to him as 'sourwolf' and well...the face Derek makes when he hears that is priceless. The death stare to end all death stares, it's actually kinda funny.

Nevertheless I sit in his loft, uncomfortably on the edge of my seat despite him insisting that I 'make myself at home'. Stiles however seems to have truly taken that statement into action and is now sprawled out, taking up most of the couch space. I don't know how he's so relaxed right now. There's just been word of the new pack in town, tearing up our turf and causing chaos. So if you ask me, they sound like the real 'sourwolves' here, not Derek.

Nothing has been confirmed yet but I have a strong feeling that they're the ones responsible for poisoning me earlier. Bastards. Scott will probably have to hold me back if we ever come face to face with them...but so far all he's doing is pacing the length of the room, making me kinda nauseous just watching him.

"Scott, calm down okay? All your pacing back and forth is making me motion sick and I'm not even the one moving." I pipe up, gaining the boys attention and succeeding in making him stop.

"Oh, sorry y/n...just nervous is all. What if they're stronger than us? And what if they hurt people and we can't protect everyone? and wh-" he starts getting himself all worked up and I cut him off.

"Scott, listen. It is going to be okay." I say slowly. "These wolves, whoever they are, they don't stand a chance. because they're the bad guys here. And I've read enough comics to know that the bad guys always get their butts handed to them by the good guys....we're the good guys by the way." I say and he gives me a smile.
That bright smile quickly fades as the loud Klunk of the loft door sliding open cuts off his reply.
Everyone stops and turns to stare at the intruders, including Stiles who looks pissed about being woken up.

The cause of the commotion?
A tall woman, brown hair woven into a braid that I hate to admit looks beautiful. Her smile fills me with anxiety, and I stare as she starts to laugh.
A high pitched giggle worth of a first grader kid. A younger male stands by her side with short black hair all stuck up in a punk sorta style and glowing blue eyes. On her other side, another female. Auburn hair twisted up in a messy bun atop her head. Her eyes too are glowing a sparkling blue.

"Look at all of you, defensive little wolves. Oh! and. Kitsune too? oh and of course the lovely banshee...and a human? wow what a mixed bag!" the braid girl exclaims, flashing her fangs at us. They don't look right though...they look different.

"Coyote." Derek grumbles.
"Wasn't aware you desert wolves ran with packs?" He adds and the girl laughs again.
I glare at her, defensively shuffling in front of Stiles who is now very much awake and hiding on the couch.

"My dear wolf, things have changed." She replies and her two sidekicks nod in agreement.

Derek growls and flashes his eyes a bright red.
"Why are you here?" He says curtly, the frown on his face evident.

"Oh Alpha boy, now why would I reveal that to you?" she says with a smirk.

Peter, Derek's Uncle, decides now of all times is perfect to waltz out from the kitchen belting the lyrics to "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga.
All eyes turn to stare at him and I snicker as his face goes pale...well pale-er.
"Well uh...you guys look busy I'll just be back here if you need me" he says, smiling sheepishly before awkwardly walking back into the kitchen.

My face falls into the palm of my hand as I sigh, along with Scott and Stiles. Kira holds back a laugh while Lydia and Derek roll their eyes.