"WHO WAAAAAANTS TO LIIIIIIIIVE FOREVVEEEERRRRRR"
"OBVIOUSLY NOT YOU, DIPSQUAT, YOU GOT SOME KIND OF DEATH WISH"
Sleep baby sleep,
What are you waiting for?
The morning’s on its way,
You know it’s only just a dream.
birds falling down the rooftops
out of the sky like raindrops
no air, no pride
birds don’t fly
gif credit dyleon
I wanted to do something for SterekWeek, but I haven’t had much time to do anything big. This idea has been stuck in my head for a while now, so I thought I would put down the first part and post it. This is based on The Twilight Zone, Season 1 Episode 7, “The Lonely,” which is one of my favorites. This is a first draft that hasn’t been beta’d, so yell any mistakes at me and I’ll fix them.
The working title for this is: Weeeeeerewolves iiiiiiin spaaaaaaace~~~~~+Derek supposes he shouldn’t feel this content here.He should dread waking up. He should feel caged. He should try and build some bullshit rocket with the spare parts he found instead of rebuilding the bullshit jeep. He should feel anger, hatred, loathing.
Instead, he feels thankful.Here he has nature and quiet. He has his hut and his lake. He has the open sky and a vast area to hunt in. He has an entire planet to himself, and it was meant as a punishment. A severe punishment that Derek supposes would drive a city dweller out of his flipping mind, but not the man that grew up in a nature preserve. Not the man that knows how to scavenge for edible fauna and clean a fresh kill. Not the man who enjoys the silence. Not him.Derek is happy to spend his days quietly fishing off the small dock he built or tracking an animal or even occasionally going mudding in the bullshit jeep.Plus there’s the moon.
Sterek Week: Friday: Sterek AU
How I met your Dad
Stiles curls into Derek at the end of Armageddon, buries his nose in his neck for a moment as he tries to fight back tears. It always gets him.
"I hope you know if there’s a meteor coming to earth, you have to stay right here with me."
"I promise," Derek says easily, switching channels to the news.
"I don’t know," Scott says in a shaky voice. "Maybe it’d be better to go up and see if you could…"
"No," Allison sobs, grabbing his arm, "I’d have to go with you."
"But, babe, it’d be too dangerous! I’d want to know you were safe until…"
"I’d want to go up and help," Lydia sniffs, wiping her eyes. "I just think it would be better to focus on something."
"Don’t," Erica wails, "I don’t want to talk about this!"
"Derek?" Stiles cranes his neck to look at him, bites his lip, "Would you…"
Derek shrugs, scratches his chin as if he hasn’t a care in the world. “I’d probably want to stay in bed with you and have sex until the last possible moment.”
"Nice," Scott drawls. "Super romantic."