You’ll be okay, You’ll be fine, but what about me.
Part Four to do you miss him.– Final Part
Stiles x Stiles younger sister! reader x Isaac.
You stared at him. You just stared at him with disbelief. Isaac looked up at you, his signature smirk striking you. “Are you going to say something, or..” He said, and you snapped back to reality. “W-What?” you said, your voice cracking. “I said–” He started to say again, until he took in your expression and stopped himself, looking down, his smirk fading. “How did you?” You asked, your voice quiet and small. “Through the window…” he said “Like you used too…” You felt a smile try to creep onto your face, but you wouldn’t allow it. Stiles scoffed, shaking his head, “Okay and your werewolf ass can go straight back out of it, into the car and back to France.” He said, placing a hand on your shoulder to pull you behind him, “Stiles…” you whispered, shaking his hand off, but Stiles shook his head, “Y/n, no. I’m not letting him do this to you, not again. I’m not going to stand by and let him smooth talk his way back into your life, when he ruined it the first time. He wasn’t there to pick up the pieces, I was, not him! There’s no way in hell, I can’t, no… I won’t watch you destroy–” “Stiles stop!” you exclaimed, looking at your older brother, tears threating to spill, “Please…” you whispered.