Part 28: Request #10

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Here's your imagine, anon! The people who request will always have credits because it's their idea, I just helped in making it longer lol. Hope you like this anon! :)

anon request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is Scott's sister. Isaac and the reader recently got together and Scott's super protective so he's giving Isaac the cold shoulder. Then she's in danger or something and both of them freak out. Idk just an idea.

Anyway, again, if you still don't know yet, I have a and it's about Brett Talbot ♥! it's still new so I am trying to gather prompt ideas (or maybe even requests if you guys are interested) for me to make. But going back, here's the imagine, enjoy! :)

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"Out of all of the boys, why him?" Scott almost exclaimed, looking shocked at the news he just heard, Stiles sitting on Scott's desk chair.

"Yeah, why him, Y/N?" Stiles joined in. "Why him and his persistent negativity and his scarves?"

"Why not him?" you retorted. "Aren't you glad that I'm dating someone in the pack? Someone you actually trust?"

"Yeah, she's got a point there, Scotty," Stiles agreed, suddenly turning to your side of the argument.

"Well how do you know I trust him that much?" Scott asked, his arms now crossed over his chest.

"Well other than the fact that you constantly have him stay guard by my side if ever supernatural mishaps might happen while I'm out." You answered, crossing your arms over your chest-a habit of yours and your brother when the two of you are having a quarrel in which you would usually end up winning like right now.

Knowing that Scott has once again lost in the battle of arguments, you smirked while he only glared at you before making your way out of his room to yours.

"How'd it go?" Isaac asked, him seated on your desk, flipping through a scrapbook.

"I think you heard enough," you answered, before making your way towards him and giving him a peck on the lips while taking the scrapbook away from him.

So ever since Scott knew that you and Isaac are now officially a couple, he's been ignoring Isaac-like he acts as if Isaac isn't there at all, for example one time during a get together at your house, Isaac would look like the runt of the litter because of how Scott treated him. Well maybe that was much of an exaggeration but to you it looked like it, especially when Isaac would casually greet his alpha, Scott would just nod his head to look like he acknowledged it even if he really didn't.

When Saturday morning came, everyone knew you would be sleeping in and getting back the sleep you lost during the school days. Isaac came to your house the usual morning to wake you up and take you out for breakfast not after saying a small hi to his alpha who only nodded at it, not bothering to take his attention away from eating his cereal in the dining room.

Not long after Isaac went up, Scott heard footsteps hurriedly going down the stairs.

"She's gone!" Isaac exclaimed when he ran to the dining area, making Scott almost spit the food he was chewing.

"Y/N?" Scott asked, his face mirroring the face of the curly haired boy in front of him and finally acknowledging him.

"She's not in her room!" Isaac panicked.

"What!" Scott exclaimed, seriousness now taking over, and before anyone knew it, both werewolves were racing up the stairs and into your room.

"Y/N?" Your sleep was suddenly interrupted by Scott's voice booming in your room, making you wide away and irritated as hell.

"What?" You growled, sitting up as you did so.

"Wha-" You found Scott dumbfounded as well as Isaac beside him who began to look down on what seemed to be embarrassment.

"What?" you asked again, getting more irritated by the minute of you missing your sleep.

"But I thought-" Scott was lost for words as he looked to Isaac and Isaac to you.

"You thought what, Scott?"

"Isaac said you were not here,"

"Well I'm right here,"

"But a while ago you weren't," Isaac interjected.

"What?" you asked, confused at the two who were now looking at you with confusion and you at them with the same expression.

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