FIGHT ME.

arrafrost:

They did this on purpose. He knew they did. It was winter. It was twenty degrees outside. Yet here they were. Stiles and Derek. On his front lawn. Making out.

“Scott, why are you glaring at the window?” Isaac’s called from behind him and Scott smelled the beautiful aroma of his favorite sandwich along with Isaac’s. Were it any other time, with any other couple on his front lawn, he would have been touched at his house guest’s thoughtfulness. Instead he took he sandwich offered to him and took a brutal bite.

“Stiles and Derek are making out. Again.” Scott muttered once he swallowed his food like a well-mannered host. 

Isaac peered over his shoulder, squinting to see Stiles and Derek with the alpha’s scarf wrapped around the both of them as they stood kissing each other lightly. “Not making out exactly but I see your point.“

Scott grumbled and Isaac chuckled, “Jealous.” And that made Scott shiver because Isaac was right there, resting his chin on Scott’s shoulder with his breath ghosting over his neck. Scott coughed, feeling the heat rise in his cheek, neck and even his ears, as he closed the curtains. Suddenly, Stiles and Derek weren’t that important anymore.