#makesagoodbatman

♗ for a tip for getting my muse's romantic affection

Be good at sports. He likes that. Though, he also kinda likes when someone contradicts him but doesn't back down. He likes a bit of a challenge.

♖ for one of my muse's guilty pleasures

Derek actually enjoys werewolf movies because they're hilariously inaccurate, but he'd never admit it.

♞ for something that my muse wants to do

Ride someone. Maybe you, Stiles. ;)

♟ for something my muse admires

He admires the ladies in his life, like his best friend Paige, his sisters and his mom. They're all kickass ladies, and Derek's glad to know them.

☂ for something my muse wants to protect

His family/pack, but for the most part, they don't need protecting.

♨ for something that relaxes my muse

needtoprotect (x2)

archer-of-the-argents (x1)

makesagoodbatman (x1)

bigsisterhale (x1)

It was movie night.

Every Thursday was movie night.

But this night was just a tad bit different.

White knuckling the bathroom counter, Annie Greenberg glanced at her reflection. She was so pale, so worried. Her eyes were wide; a deer in headlights staring right back at her. Blue eyes glanced down toward the plastic object that rested on the counter.

Two minutes left.

She licked her dry lips, but there was no moisture to give. Her mouth was  desert, throat tight and heart stuck right in there. Finally, she turned on the cold water, splashing her face with it for a quick second.

"Pull yourself together," she whispered to herself, swallowing hard as she glanced back down.

One minute.

Her heart was starting to beat just a little bit faster, and Annie moved to sit down on the floor. She could barely move, anxiety and anticipation having locked up all of her joints and muscles. So, she slumped against the wall, resting her head in her hands.

And she waited.

Eyes closed, the redhead focused on her breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Lather, rinse, repeat. And finally? She forgot.

And it was at the moment which she forgot to worry that she remembered that there was something to worry about. Her blue eyes quickly opened and she scrambled to stand up, grabbing the pregnancy test quickly.

Derek sighs in boredom as plucks a grape from the dish by the divan he's sprawled out on. Popping the grape into his mouth, he watches the door for his new consort. His uncle had promised a new one after Cora had taken Isaac, his last consort. Not that he's angry at his younger sister, not when she seems to be having more fun with Isaac, but Derek loathes being bored.

When he finishes his grapes, Derek hangs over the side of his divan with another sigh. “So bored,” he complains before jumping to his feet. “Maybe Laura will let me borrow hers for a bit.”

Not that Lydia likes being borrowed. Derek thinks he can still feel the slap from the first and last time he suggested it. Instead of being punished like any other consort assaulting one of the court, Laura just laughed and told Derek to leave.

BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY /WANT/

HA HA I WIN