Teen Wolf Preferences

Chapter II: When You Can't Sleep.

DEREK HALE.

Needing a break from studying, you unlocked your phone and sent a text message to your boyfriend. It's been a few months since Derek told you his wolf chose you as his mate and you decided to give it a try. His devotion to you was, of course, different than any boy your age.

[Hey, Der... I'm tired of studying. You up?]

He didn't answer immediately, so you decided to continue studying instead, but then your phone buzzed. Since it was so late you didn't want any noise waking up your family.

[You should sleep, it's 3 am.]

A small smile formed on your lips and you quickly replied, [I haven't seen you in a week, I miss you.]

[I'll be there in 15.]

SCOTT MCCALL.

On nights when rain was pouring heavily, Scott would find you sitting by your window and watching the puddles ripple chaotically. The two of you spend time at each other's houses, one or the other would even visit in the middle of the night. You saw a figure descending from Scott's window and run across the street, and up the lattice underneath your window. It had your favourite roses. You opened the window and smiled, accepting a rose from him that he had so clumsily broken off.

The two of you sat on the cushioned seat by your window, his arms around your torso as your back was leaning against his chest. You nuzzled your face against his collarbone and observed the world outside.

"Hey, Scott?"

"Hm?"

"I like how warm you are... Would you stay the night?"

"Yeah, anything for you."

And he did. For the first time in a long time, you didn't wake up alone and cold.

STILES STILINSKI.

Due to all the nightmarish chaos that was happening in Beacon Hills, you often found yourself unable to sleep. Coupled with slight depression that your crush had recently rejected you. You finally mustered the courage to tell Stiles how you felt and he had let you down awkwardly, saying that he had already been asked out by Malia.

You were in the kitchen eating ice cream and reading fanfiction when you were interrupted by Stiles. He was staying over on the sofa after spending the afternoon teaching Malia math. He smiled awkwardly and you presented him with a clean spoon. He happily accepted but noticed your bloodshot eyes.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Nightmares. I've always had them, but they seem darker now... And well, stuff."

"How about we watch a movie in the living room, maybe it'll help you sleep."

You smiled bitterly but accepted his offer. By morning you wouldn't have any moments with him. The two of you spent a few hours watching movies, silently laughing at the ridiculous gags. Eventually, you fell asleep with your head in Stiles' lap, his body relaxed against the back of the sofa.

JORDAN PARRISH.

You frequented the police station daily and every day Jordan would talk to you more and more. In no time you were very good friends who occasionally flirted shamelessly in front of your father and their coworkers. It greatly annoyed Noah. When your father came home late one night the first complaint from his lips was how his deputy was going to run himself ragged.