endommagé;

derek hale. beta wolf. cautiously licking his wounds miles away from the war zone that will soon be beacon hills, california. however, one can only ignore the call of said beacon . . .              . . .   f o r   s o   l o n g { indie derek hale roleplay blog } tracking the tag #damagedwolf mun is 18+ -- read faq before interaction

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how would I know that this could be my fate?

for anonymous

[saader]

Stiles, if you have it, we’ll do something. I’ll do something.

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          garlic peeled and finely diced, water heavily salted and sitting waiting to boil, jackson’s focused solely on what he’s doing: cleaning the green beans and plucking the ends off. when the water starts to boil, then he’d put the meat into the oven to bake. it’s healthier that way. the beans are just an idle way to occupy his hands while he waited. already the potatoes are cleaned and waiting. it does occur to him that maybe derek had wanted to do this. alpha male syndrome and wanting to prove his worth. they both suffered but there was no clashing of heads on it, thankfully. at least nothing the didn’t work around.           suffice to say jackson isn’t paying attention to what’s going on around him. he doesn’t listen to what derek’s doing. he doesn’t let his attention wander at all. it’s a complete surprise when there’s a wet nose snuffling against his ankle and a tiny paw pressing against his foot. green eyes widen. lord, has he started hallucinating again? hardly impossible considering his condition and the effects of the moon. tucking his lips into his mouth and biting down on them, the young wolf turns his head slowly and follows the sight line of his body to the tiny creature plopped on his kitchen floor with it’s nose creeping up his pant leg. 

                        ” ——————————————————————-                            well aren’t you the cutest little ball of fluff i’ve ever seen? how did you get into my kitchen?”

           abandoning the beans in his hands, the young wolf squats down and scoops the pup up, brows raised as he stares at him. he’s quiet, looking over every detail of his surprise. what a tiny little thing, he thinks to himself, and how much trouble derek is in for going to get a puppy without him. not that it matters. the puppy squirms and there’s the tiniest jingle. attached to the bright blue collar that says ‘i’m a boy!’ is the thing that jackson has actually been expecting today. perhaps derek thinks it would be the reverse, but it’s not.             and jackson has to actually sit and cross his legs because he can’t quite feel his lower extremities at the moment. he needs a minute, and he’s sure his voice is going to crack when he speaks.

                        ”that’s not funny derek. i’m emotionally compromised and you hit me twice like this. fuck.”

[damagedwolf-blog]

        the heavenly scent wafting from the kitchen catches his attention first, and for a moment derek is silently thankful jackson has taken the cooking duty away from him. it wasn't as if he wasn't capable of pulling together a decent meal; quite the contrary, considering how long he'd been left to fend for himself. his nerves are getting the better of him, though, and it's hard for him to focus on much else besides getting the question out in so many words; or none at all, in his case.         at first, jackson's reaction is endearing. before the discovery of the ring, it's just the simple sight of his mate bonding with the puppy, and derek can't deny the flooding of warmth in his chest in response. a sight like this made him question why he had ever raised an objection to getting a pet in the first place. the adorable moment doesn't last long, and soon enough the younger wolf finds the second half of his surprise. the reaction is fairly instantaneous. derek can almost smell the hormone-enhanced emotions coming off of his mate in waves.

        he gets up carefully, crossing the distance between them only to kneel in front of both jackson and the attentive puppy, primarily focused upon the former. the vulnerability in the younger's words almost slaps derek in the face, eager to extend his hand to stroke at his mate's cheek. now his heart is pounding, even though they had both discussed this before and had agreed there was no harm in the concept of marriage. actually popping the question is proving to be one of the most stressful moments of his life.         derek can't see himself with anyone else, though. they've already mated, a bond virtually as strong as that of marriage, even arguably stronger. this was just another proof of his love, a way to bond their more human halves. the concept of marriage as a whole had never appealed to derek hale until jackson.

                    ❝ but you'll keep us both, right? ❞

[allison-laheys]

[damagedwolf-blog]

1/∞ outfits of Allison Argent

[neptunepirate]

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            a gentle roll of his eyes as derek passed him; the young wolf hadn’t meant for his mate to cook tonight when he’d suggested the dinner. they both had their set roles and jackson did his very best to make sure that everything they ate was carefully balanced. it’s some form of control in the unpredictable chaos that consumed them outside of the walls of the apartment. there were no oni here, no dark spirits or tricksters. just them. derek and jackson.

                        ”thank you. let me be useful while i can still walk around without impairment.”

            he’s made it very clear that for all his teasing and negative remarks, this was something he wanted. sighing gently, jackson rubs his fingers idly over the small bump as he looks around and makes a plan in his head on what to do. the potatoes would take the longest, the meat could go right into the oven with the rub, no prep really needed. both would take about the same amount of time, but water needed to be boiled.              derek likes his potatoes mashed with the skins, steakhouse style. plan in mind, the teen set out to start boiling the water and peeling the garlic. 

[damagedwolf-blog]

        allowing his mate to continue with his task without much interruption, derek takes the opportunity to slip into the nursery. after closing the door securely behind him, his eyes fell to the open fabric tote left sitting on the floor, mixed in with bags filled with various other supplies. he kneels down to carefully open the tote further, half-lidded eyes watching the furry figure within, having curled up and fallen asleep in the short time he'd been left alone. the puppy was amazingly quiet for his age, having only let out a few quiet and confused whimpers just after derek had come home with him.

                    ❝ hey now, time to wake up. ❞

        strong hands -- hands that had killed before, that were capable of destruction and suffering -- delicately reached into the tote, rousing the creature from his sleep. a wet nose bumps against his open palm, the puppy clearly scenting him before whimpering softly at the promise of attention. derek quietly shushes the irish wolfhound pup, a thumb stroking behind a floppy ear momentarily before gently lifting him up. as much as jackson had been the one to want this, he couldn't deny that the little guy was adorable. soft gray hair and dark eyes; he was deceivingly small now, being only three months old, though one day he'd tower over derek himself standing on hind legs.         minutes had passed, and after assuring that the simply engraved silver band was still attached to the puppy's collar, derek felt confident enough to proceed with his plans. he quietly creeps out of the nursery with the puppy in tow, crossing the hallway and kneeling down just outside the kitchen. the squirming animal is set down on the kitchen floor, and now derek simply watches and waits, allowing the puppy to sniff out the kitchen a bit before making a clumsy beeline for his preoccupied mate.

[jordnlydias-deactivated20150610]

you are carbon and i am flame

[dontwantadrive]

She said that my family didn’t just live in Beacon Hills.

They protected it. 

[raresraresrares]

[sansmaitre-deactivated20140413]

                        ”damn. my hearing must be going then.”

            it’s because he’s not built for this, and because he’s so small that there’s a protrusion beneath the shirt he’s wearing. the weight he’s gained is palpable and the visual reminder was a heavy weight on the young wolf’s mind. it’s more than just himself now. not just a fluke or some kind of strange werewolf sickness. it was really a baby. their baby. the little life sucking growth that was making him feel closer to human than he has in a year’s time. jackson feels weak, so much so that even having derek nearby doesn’t help.

                      ”taking my housewife status, how could you? keep this up and i’ll be out of a job after i’m done incubating your little lime.”

           jackson continues to watch derek move about the kitchen. the older wolf looks out of place, and as he drums his fingers against his own bicep, the young wolf is tempted to shoo his mate away and take over. being as exhausted as he is did nothing to make his control issues wane. the question and task posed to him is a good means to return the situation to a place he’d be comfortable.

                      ”and ruin your surprise? i’d never. go on and do it yourself. i’ll take care of the food.”

[damagedwolf-blog]

        of course jackson isn't going to give derek the satisfaction of allowing things to progress as planned. it would have been worse if he hadn't seen this coming, but quite frankly, he had. he deserves points for effort, though. it was a first for him, going so far out on a limb for a holiday he had never really put much thought into. granted, romance has never been high on the hale's list until recent times, and moments in which it had previously had only ended painfully.         a defeated sigh, and derek raises his hands in surrender, stepping back from the counter.

                    ❝ fine, have it your way. the kitchen's yours, your highness. ❞

        if this was the road down which the rest of the night's plans were going, derek couldn't help but fall victim to a random bout of nerves. he's actually nervous. everything he had planned on saying, everything he had planned on doing; it was as if the script had been burned, erased from his mind. wonderful. maybe it wasn't too late to remove the ring from jackson's outstanding surprise ...         no. derek hale refused to waver. he could salvage this.

                    ❝ guess i'll leave you to your domain. ❞

        there's no bitterness in his tone. it's teasing, almost. he bypasses jackson, a hand briefly squeezing at one of the younger's shoulders, before crossing into the hallway and quickly slipping off towards the nursery. let his mate be distracted by dinner prep. perhaps he could predict half of his surprise by smell and hearing alone, but the rest would be lost on him until the reveal.

[hchlns]

[nolongeryourvictim]

             ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ＨＥＬＬ ɪs. 

                                             Hell is waking up everyday             believing that the suffering you’re doing in life hasｍｅａｎｉｎｇ.                                                                That, somehow, if you endure it,                                                                                           you gain ναℓυαвℓє lessons. 

                         The truth is, sometimes you just suffer. 

                                                                                            [There is no meaning.]

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           clambering from between the sheets, jackson stumbles over his pants — derek’s pants, since he’s wearing all of his mate’s clothes again — and out into the hallway. there’s a noise that needs investigating. he hates surprises, and there was mention of one. naturally, he’s curious. it’s just a few steps down the hall to the nursery where the older male had just been, and the door was shut, but the noise was coming from behind the door. a small scuffing, the tiniest whimper.

                       ” …. did you gag and tie up stiles in here? it’s not even my birthday, but what a great surprise that would be.”

          whatever it is, derek has worked hard on it. did he really want to ruin the surprise? the mention of food piques his interest, and for now his investigation is abandoned and he makes the rest of the trip down the hall to the kitchen. a smile lifts the corners of his lips as he leans against the small entry separating the hall from the path of the refrigerator door. 

                       ”do you want me to do it? seems like such a tough choice for you to make if you have to ask me for my opinion.”

[damagedwolf-blog]

                    ❝ no, i tried not to break the law. sorry to disappoint. ❞

        there's a smirk playing at his lips, head turning to cast his gaze over his shoulder towards his mate. derek takes a quick detour from his task to close the distance and press a chaste kiss to jackson's lips. his eyes quickly drop towards the younger's abdomen, breath catching minutely at the sight of the slightest bump pressing against the fabric of one of his own shirts. he's showing. it's hard to pull himself away from his mate with this confirmation in mind, but there's too much to do.

                    ❝ i got it. i promised i'd take care of everything. just go relax and let me be a good mate. ❞

        he finally steps away, turning his attention back to the meal waiting to be prepared. an idea comes to mind as he's retrieving pots and pans from the lower cabinets, smiling to himself just the slightest bit. his torso turns towards jackson just a bit, a mock look of uncertainty crossing his features.

                    ❝ hey, i think i forgot the gravy in a bag in the nursery. must've gotten the bags mixed up. mind grabbing it? ❞

[threedayduration]

Happy V-Day!! <3 

[derekallison]

AU: Kate finds out about Allison’s relationship with Derek, takes him captive and tortures him until they both agree never to see each other again.

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and, in case you haven’t learned yet, there is just no competing with young love

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