Teen Wolf Preferences

Coffee

Derek: "I have classes from 2 until 5," you informed Derek as you threw on a pair of black jeans. He sat in the king-sized bed the two of you shared every night, his eyes following your body to the closet you approached to find a top to put on. "And are you telling me this because you wanna do something afterward?" You shook your head, causing your curled hair to swirl all around you. "Before?" You shrugged this time, pulling out a plaid button up (one that wasn't really yours, hint hint) and turning to look at Derek. "I don't care. I mean, I know you're super infatuated with hanging out with me, so if you wanna hang out before I leave you for a whole 3 hours, that's cool with me." He looked at you with a playfully annoyed look before throwing the covers off of his body and standing up. "Let's go get breakfast, you ass." Derek tossed a green t-shirt on along with a pair of jeans and boots before pulling you out the door and around the corner to your favorite coffee shop.

Isaac: Lydia loved dragging you out early on Sunday mornings to go shopping- it was her specialty. Thankfully, though, she always agreed to the two of you going out to breakfast first. The girl knew you well enough to realize that waking up before 10 when you didn't have to was pretty difficult for you. Because of that, she also made sure to bring you an iced coffee just how you liked it when she picked you up from your house. Isaac often forgot that it was shopping day and texted you to find out what you were doing as soon as he woke up around 10:30, to which you always replied with a picture of the breakfast table and your banshee best friend- a lovely yet torturous way to spend your mornings.

Liam: Things in Beacon Hills had picked up lately, and the pack was moving at the speed of lightning to keep up with everything that went on. On the night you finally defeated the evil that had been haunting you for weeks, nobody slept at all. By the time you'd covered your tracks and gotten the scene cleaned up, it was five in the morning and there was no point in going to bed. Because of that, Liam had you sneak home and change your outfit, then dragged you to a coffee shop around the corner from Beacon Hills High. You spent a solid hour there before heading to his early lacrosse practice, at which you sat studying and sipping on your coffee with a small smile on your face, feeling incredibly grateful for your amazing friends and boyfriend.

Scott: Ever since Stiles had started dating Malia, the four of you had spent a lot of time together. Scott and you had been together for what seemed like forever, and you knew the new human girl wasn't too sure of how she was supposed to be with her boyfriend. Because of that, you rarely objected to the extra couple tagging along. One example of that was the Saturday night you'd had an impromptu sleepover at Scott's house only to be woken up at 10 in the morning by Stiles, who was insisting on going to breakfast. Right that second. Scott had protectively wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer into his chest, causing you to bury your head in his neck and nearly fall back asleep. "Let's go! Breakfast! Now! All four of us!" "Screw you, Stiles." After a good ten or fifteen minutes of the best friends arguing halfheartedly, you'd huffed in annoyance and hit Stiles with the pillow you'd slept with before heading across the hall to the family bathroom to get ready. When you got there, you ordered a coffee at first and then got a refill, which you forced your friend to pay for as compensation for ruining your quality cuddle time with Scott.

Stiles: Personally, you enjoyed collecting information and forming plans much more than you did physically fighting. The pack always loved that you and Stiles were both the brains and the couple of the group. Even when things were slowed down a little more than usual, you spent most of your time in either the school library or the public library doing a mixture of homework and educating yourself on some things that could have possible connects to the nemeton. You were doing just that one Friday after school had let out while you waited for your boyfriend and friends to finish up at lacrosse practice. Since he had never been the stealthiest of the pack, you easily heard Stiles enter the large library, and before you knew it he was placing a coffee beside your laptop and wrapping an arm around your waist. You smiled at him, spending a while more in the quiet room and muttering to each other about some of the information you'd found before he convinced you to close up for the night and go to a small party the whole lacrosse team had been invited to. It was going to be an eventful night.

Double update cause i feel bad :) -jazzy