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fandom-escapes · 2 years
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Teen wolf is most definitely a gay comedy. Fight me.
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stilinskiderek · 1 year
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@nerdy-stilinski​ asked: teen wolf + 11
favorite episode - 3x24 the divine move
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lukas-dusk · 6 months
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Ethan : You wanna fight?! You got one!
Stiles : Okay! *raises fists*
*Scott runs in, scoops Stiles up in his arms, and runs away carrying him*
Ethan and Aiden :
Aiden : What?
Stiles likes problems :)
And
Scott is stressed ^^'
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lykomeraki · 7 months
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Teen Wolf: The Movie
ok, I just finished the Teen Wolf movie. My expectations weren't high, but boy was it bad.
the three redeemable parts of it were:
Eli Hale
Coach Finstock (cause he's just awesome, and the definition of chaotic good)
Allison returning (I missed her, but they also could have done it better)
Aside from that, it was just poorly done. bad writing, bad effects, and everything seemed over exaggerated. Aside from a few points, the overall story just didn't make sense, and there were too many things that changed over the last 15 years that weren't properly explained. New relationships, breakups, why they decided to keep the jar containing the Nogitsune in a restaurant rather than the Hale vault. things like that. Also Harris made no sense whatsoever.
Also they just really needed Stiles and Kira, even Ethan. I get that Allison was killed by the Nogitsune, but Stiles and Kira were the key parts of that storyline. and Aiden was killed by the Nogitsune, so he definitely had a larger stake in this fight then Jackson, Liam, or Hikari. However I totally respect the actors' decisions to stay out.
There were a few gems in there and a couple of cool shots that'll be fun to draw though
I'll leave it here, mostly because if I go any further down this rabbit hole this post will be 10 feet long :)
Sheesh, it seems that whenever I'm writing on Tumblr it's to complain about a tv show or movie. I'll post some art or something soon
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j-nightingalesb1tch · 2 years
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teen wolf as text posts (11/?)
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merakicharm · 10 months
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When I searched up handsome Indian guys on Pinterest, Theo Raken was not who I expected to be looking at.
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graceloveswolves · 2 years
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Imagine… the twins and Isaac fighting over you
Oh to be fought over by them….
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blackhholes · 11 months
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The Horror Genre in Teen Wolf
Dread, Taboo, and The Thing: Toward a Social Theory of the Horror Film by Stephen Price / Bodies of Fear: David Cronenberg by Steven Shaviro / Mutations and Metamorphoses: Body Horror is Biological Horror by Ronald Allan Lopez Cruz / Exploring Mutilation: Women, Affect, and the Body Horror Genre by Carina Stopenski
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Talking about Teen Wolf character like:
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simply-ellas-stuff · 1 year
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Okay
So if Liam, Parrish and Isaac are half brothers
Can Theo and the Twins be cousins? And that's why Theo knew to use the Twins as his former Alphas for his cover story??
Also, Theo and Aiden both seem to have very similar storylines too
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msginnymalfoy · 2 years
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THE ALPHA PACK
via: justdreamer22art
[ This was toooooo good to not share😋]
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restinslices · 5 months
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Some of y’all bout to be real mad at me…
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But it must be said
Kali was that girl. Idc. Idc. Kali is arguably the second scariest in the alpha pack (behind Deucalion). Do I like her? No. She killed Boyd and Erica. I loved them both. I truly think their stories were cut too short, but I gotta respect she stands on business. Y’all know when Druski said “I’m the type of nigga to stand on business nigga, one man army against fifty nigga”? That’s her. And what made her great is it was so obvious she was a better fighter than Derek. That man was 0 for 3, and we as an audience were expecting him to pull through but he never did. Derek left town. Kali was already a savage but once Ennis died?
I know I said I don’t like her but honestly, she’s my favorite in the entire pack. She came, she slayed then was slayed. RIP to feet claws.
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babeyvenus · 2 years
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My Future
Derek Hale x OC
Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.
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Chapter 24: Taken
Sam sat in Stiles' car as he took her to the school. Lydia went missing again.
"That girl can never stay in one place…", Sam muttered to her best friend.
"She ended up somewhere. What if it's a dead body?", he asked. 
They quickly arrived at the school. "Where is she?", Stiles called as they got out of the car.
"Over here.", Allison replied as the two rushed up to her. Lydia was beside her, a dazed look on her face.
"What happened?", Sam asked. "It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different and ended up here. And you told me to call you if you found a dead body.", Lydia told Stiles.
"You found a dead body?", Stiles exclaimed.
"Not yet.", Lydia said. 
"What do you mean not yet?", Sam asked in confusion.
"Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body!", Stiles fussed.
"Oh no, I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on.", Lydia responded, shaking her head.
"We're not the ones finding the dead body! It's always you! We don't have special weird connections to the dead!", Stiles complained.
"Guys! I found the dead body!", Scott shut them down as they followed his gaze. Hanging over the 'Beacon Hills High School' sign was the body of the victim.
The stone of the sign was covered in the blood of the victim, who was wearing a police uniform. Stiles and Sam's eyes as they muttered simultaneously, realizing who it was. "Tara."
Hours later, the school was flooded with police. Stiles was speechless to say the least. Tara had been a family friend of Stiles.
Sam only encountered her every now and then when they were in middle school. She helped them with homework whenever things got hard. She had been Sheriff Stilinski's partner for a few years now. Now she's dead.
The school itself seemed to be a radar for death. Sam tuned in and out Ms. Blake's English lesson. Sam was suspicious of even more now. Why haven't she said anything about the recent issues? What was she gaining from this? Why she continued on as if she didn't see what she saw was beyond Sam.
"Idioms, analogies, metaphors and similes. All tools the writer uses to tell their story.", Ms. Blake droned on. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents.", she complimented Lydia's drawing.
Lydia's been drawing the same exact tree every day lately. It was starting to be creepy at this point. What did the tree mean?
"You and every guy I've ever dated.", Lydia retorted. Sam snickered and Ms. Blake caught it. "Well, that was an idiom, by the way. Sam, could you give me an example of a metaphor?"
Sam glanced at her, boredly. "Raining cats and dogs, heart of snow, you're the eyelash in my eye–"
She cut Sam off. "Thank you, Samantha.", she said with a smile. "Idioms are something like a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you only know the key words. Like saying jump the gun is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or a phrase like seeing the whole board."
"Chess.", Stiles mumbled.
"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?", Ms. Blake wondered.
"No, my father does.", Stiles said. "Now, when does an idiom become a cliché?", Ms. Blake walked back to the front of the class.
"I think I can get to Ethan. And I'm pretty sure I can make him talk.", Scott leaned over and told Stiles and Sam.
"And how exactly are you gonna separate Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?", Sam asked.
"Wait, hold up, why do you want to talk to him?", Stiles asked Scott.
"The druids are emissaries, right? What if the Darach was an emissary to the Alphas?", Scott asked, making their eyebrows raise.
"Kinda makes sense, but we're going to have a huge problem getting to Ethan through Aiden. Ever since he'd been back to school, they've been stuck at the hip.", Sam says.
"Already found a way to split them up.", Scott said as he and Stiles both turned around and stared at Lydia.
Lydia caught their gaze and sighed. "What now?"
Sam smiled. "Can you do us a favor?"
After catching Ethan alone in a hallway, the trio stayed with him as Lydia was distracting Aiden.
"Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not going to kill another one?", Ethan asked Scott while looking at Stiles and Sam.
"Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me? I'm going to break off an extra-large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking—" Sam looked at Stiles in shock at his sudden outburst and pulled him away. "Okay, easy!", she says, and looked back at Ethan, apologetically.
She urned to Stiles. "Before you could even get that branch, he'd rip your head off. You want that?", Sam scolded.
"We're talking to you because I know you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think if something like that happened now you wouldn't do it again.", Scott said.
"I think he'd do it again anyways. He's part of the Alpha pack, that's what they do.", Sam said, letting go of Stiles.
"You don't know what we owe them. Especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met them. We weren't Alphas.", Ethan explained. Sam raised her eyebrows. They wasn't expecting that much info. "So, what, you guys were betas?", she asked.
"We were Omegas. In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoat—the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack.", Ethan corrected.
"So, you and your brother were like the bitches of the pack?", Stiles asked.
"Something like that.", Ethan grumbled. 
"So, what happened?", Scott asked.
"They were killers. I mean people talk about us as monsters, but they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them.", Ethan explained.
"Why didn't you guys just fight back? Form Voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone's ass'.", Stiles asked. 
"We couldn't! We didn't know how to control it back then!", Ethan fussed.
"So, Deucalion taught you.", Sam says.
"Yes, and then we fought. We took down a whole pack, one by one. And by the time we got to our Alpha he was begging for his life! And we tore him apart. Literally.", Ethan confessed.
"What about your emissary? They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"
"All of them except for Deucalion.", Ethan corrected.
"You mean Morrell?", Scott questioned. Before Ethan could answer, he let out a pained gasp. He clutched his chest and clenched his jaw in pain. The trio looked at each other in confusion.
"What, what's wrong? Are you hurt?", Scott asked him, concerned.
"Not me. My brother." Sam's eyes widened. She told Isaac to step back and if he's not doing anything, and Derek is still resting…
Sam shook her head. He's not gonna come here…
Cora would though.
Sam quickly ran down the stairs and into the locker room.
Lydia was screaming for Aiden to stop as the sound of metal clanking and bones crushing erupted in the room.
She found Cora on the floor in Lydia's arms. But before she could ask what happened, Aiden tackled her to the floor, wolfed out. She kept his fangs away from her neck as he snapped at her. "Get offa me! Get off!", she yelled.
Aiden was ripped off of her, stumbling back against his brother and Scott. "You can't do this!", Ethan yelled at his twin.
"She came at me!", The other twin shouted, angrily pointing at Cora. Stiles came over and kneeled down next to Lydia, Cora and Sam.
"Doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek till the next full moon. You can't touch him." Ethan pointed at Cora. "Or her. Or her!", then at Sam. 
Ethan pulled his brother away and out of the locker room. Cora was groaning in pain, her head gushing with blood.
Sam helped her up as she clutched her head. Sam sat Cora down, grabbed a paper towel, soaked it under some running water, and dabbed the blood off her forehead.
Cora hissed, yanking her head away. "I know it hurts. I know you don't like me, but let me help you anyways.", Sam scolded, and she reluctantly let her clean her up.
"You okay?", Scott asked Sam and Cora. Sam frowned. "Do I need to answer?"
"She doesn't look okay.", Lydia said.
"I'll heal.", Cora told them. She tossed the bloody paper towel into the sink and stumbled back, Scott and Stiles getting her back on her feet once more.
"I said I'm fine.", Cora growled. "Do you realize how suicidal-ly crazy that was? What were you thinking going after them?", Stiles asked.
"I did it for Boyd!", Cora yelled. "None of you were doing anything."
"We're trying.", Scott assured.
"And you're failing. You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around thinking you can stop people from getting killed. All you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies.", she argued.
"Cora, you're a teenager yourself and you got put on your ass by a stupid teenager.", Sam said, pointing a hand to the alpha twin. "Not only that, what you just did was a pretty stupid move back there. Had Lydia not been here, or had those twins not been linked, we wouldn't have known what the hell had happened to you. You're not out here trying to stop the sacrifices or dealing with a psycho emissary. We are. We're the ones trying to fix all the problems.", Sam says, stepping up.
"You can't just act on revenge alone. We're just as hurt about Boyd as you are, but we're trying to stop people from being victims to this so no one else will die. You can't do this alone.", Sam told her. Cora glared at her before walking out of the locker room and Sam sighed.
"She's definitely a Hale.", Stiles spoke up and left to walk out. "I'll make sure she gets home."
"I'll come with you.", Sam frowned, following him out of the locker room.
Now they were in Stiles' room as he paced in panic. He was considering telling his dad everything now that they know what the pattern is.
Healers. Warriors. Virgins. Philosophers and guardians. His dad was a potential target. Sam couldn't blame him for being nervous. She hadn't even told her mom what was going on.
But if she knew Deaton… there may be a chance. Hell, if she knew what Deaton did and was a part of it in some way, Sam wouldn't know what to do.
Now Stiles struggled to tell what was going on to his dad who stared at Sam and Cora in confusion. 
"Yes! Okay. No, ugh.", Stiles groaned.
"Stiles, words please.", Sam says. Stiles was mumbling, incoherently.
"Stiles!", Sheriff Stilinski called, impatiently.
"Dad, I'm sorry, okay? Just– I'm trying to figure out where to start from here.", Stiles fidgeted with the ends of his plaid button-down.
"Hey! I don't have this kind of time.", his dad yelled.
"Yeah, because you're working on the murders. We know. That's what we're trying to tell you.", Sam says.
"Okay, for the last year you had all the cases that you couldn't figure out, right? All the murders involving Kate Argent and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him. And, and all these murders right now…it's like you've been playing a losing game."
"Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own kid and his friends.", Mr. Stilinski shook his head.
"We're not doing a review, though.", Sam says. Stiles rushed over to one of his shelves and grabbed a chessboard.
"See, that's it, dad. The reason you've been losing the game is because you've never been able to see the whole board." Stiles put the board down on his desk. "We need to show you the whole board." Stiles began setting up the chess pieces with post-it strips. Derek, Scott, and Peter were all black pieces with pink strips. Wolves. 
Chris, Kate, and Allison were all white pieces with purple strips. Hunters.
Jackson was identified with a yellow stripe while Deaton had a blue strip. As for Sam, she had an orange strip with a black piece.
"Last year, during the first murder of the girl that turned out to be Laura Hale, Scott got bit in the woods by an animal when we snuck out."
"You said Scott wasn't there.", Sheriff Stilinski frowned.
"We lied.", Sam says, shamefully. Stiles groaned.
"He turned into a werewolf after a few days. We tried to figure out who killed the girl. We thought that Derek Hale killed his own sister since he's also a werewolf but turns out the Alpha did it. The Alpha's Peter Hale, Derek's uncle."
"Long story short, we were trying to find out who the Alpha was all at the same time Kate Argent was here and trying to kill Derek because she's a werewolf hunter along with the whole Argent family.", Stiles explained.
"The night Peter was planning on biting me, Kate Argent kidnapped Derek and I and held us captive in a cellar. It's what hunters do; they're crazy. But when Scott got us out she shot us.", Sam explained. 
"Deaton healed her because he's some kind of Druid—", Stiles said and took a breath. "And Peter Hale killed Kate Argent because he was killing all those people who started the Hale fire. Then Derek killed Peter. Okay, um, next set of murders—", Stiles looked at the chess board. 
"Jackson wanted the bite from Derek. He gave it to him, but he rejected it. So, he turned into a lizard creature thing called a Kanima and was being controlled by Matt, who was making him kill people as revenge for drowning him. Matt died, I ended up getting powers, Gerard Argent killed him, and Gerard controlled Jackson. We defeated Gerard, then Derek and Peter, who came back from the dead by the way, killed Jackson and he came back to life as a werewolf.", Sam confessed.
"And at the same time Peter Hale was controlling Sam and making her do all this weird crap and made me think she was an Alpha which she isn't but that's done now so they just hate each other. Yeah. Now we've got an Alpha pack running around Beacon Hills and a crazy Darach, which is a Druid that went down the wrong path according to Deaton, running around killing people for sacrifices. And whoever the Darach was ended up slashed up and left for the dead by wolves.", Stiles finally finished with a heavy breath. Sheriff Stilinski blinked a few times.
"Scott and Derek are werewolves?" He raised his brows.
"Yes.", Stiles sighed, believing his father was understanding. 
"And Kate Argent was a werewolf?" He wasn't getting it.
"Hunter. That's purple…hunters.", Stiles fidgeted with the Kate Argent chess piece.
"Along with Allison and her father.", Cora added.
"Yeah. And, my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?", his dad asked.
"No, no, no, no, no. He's a Druid. Kay? Well, we think."
"So, who's the Kanima?"
"Jackson.", Sam said.
"No, Jackson's a werewolf."
"Yeah, now. Jackson was a Kanima at first then Peter and Derek killed him, and he came back to life as a werewolf.", Sam explained.
"Since everybody finds it weird, he was dead.", Stiles pursed his lips.
"So, who's a Da-Rack?"
"Darach.", Stiles and Sam corrected. Sheriff Stillinski rubbed his forehead in growing frustration.
"We don't know yet.", Cora answered.
"But he was killed by werewolves."
"Slashed up and left for dead.", Stiles corrected.
"We think.", Cora said.
"Why was Jackson the Kanima?", he asked.
"And that's what you've missed in Beacon Hills the past year.", Sam smiled. Sheriff Stilinski leaned back in his chair with a sigh.
"Because sometimes the shape that you take reflects the person you are.", Sam says. 
"And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier by the second father take?", Sheriff Stillinski asked, annoyed. 
"Uh…that would be more of an expression. Like the one you're currently wearing.", Stiles licked his lips.
"Yeah." Sheriff Stilinski got up from the chair and began heading towards the door.
"We're telling the truth!", Sam yelled. "I have powers!", Sam told him, and he turned around, fixing her with a look.
"Dad, dad, dad! I can prove it, okay? She's one of them," Stiles pointed to Cora, "a werewolf!"
"Stiles, Stiles! That's enough!", Sheriff yelled.
"Dad can you please just hold on.", Stiles pleaded. Sheriff Stilinski sighed.
 She stood up hesitantly.
"Trust us, please.", Sam pleaded to the older man.
"Alright dad, just watch this. Okay?" His dad's eyes widened as they heard a thud on the floor behind them. Sheriff Stilinski ran past Stiles and Sam, and they turned around to see him crouched over Cora who fainted. 
Cora laid unconscious, the cut on her head bleeding black blood.
Shit.
"Call an ambulance.", Sheriff Stilinski demanded. Sam took out her phone and immediately dialed 911. After Sam explained, Stiles dragged her into the hallway, leaving Sheriff Stilinski to take care of Cora.
"We can't take her to the hospital! She's going to heal and then we'll have more questions to answer.", Stiles whispered, panicked.
"Stiles, she's bleeding black. Something bad's happening. As far as I know, Melissa is the closest person we can trust and rely on. We'll take her to her.", Sam reassured.
She took her notebook as she sat in Cora's hospital room. Cora looked sick, pale and almost lifeless. Just like Lydia.
Sam looked down at her open pages. Five words were written down on it: healers, warriors, guardians, virgins, and philosophers.
As far as she knew, Deaton's a healer, and he was almost sacrificed so that was crossed off the list. Stiles' dad was a potential target, so he was on guardian.
Either she or Stiles had to be on virgins…
Would the warriors be Scott?
Who's the philosopher? 
"What happened?", Derek's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as he rushed into the room. He looked panicked as he caught the sight of his sister.
His shoulders immediately slumped as he went to her side, checking her bandages. He could hear her heartbeat, but it was slow. Why?
"She got in a fight with Aiden at school. Stiles and I took her back to his house and she passed out. She's not healing.", Sam said.
"Why isn't she healing?", Derek asked.
"I don't know. But it can't be because of her fight with Aiden, she should have healed already. Something else is going on.", Sam says, frustrated.
Derek took a seat in the chair next to the bed and took his baby sister's cold, lifeless hand in his.
He squeezed it, pressing his forehead to his clasped hands. watching his baby sister cling to life.
Sam sighed, looking at the notes again. Something's missing. "What's wrong?", Derek asked, noticing Sam's frustration.
"Something doesn't add up. It's confusing…", Sam says, looking over her notes again.
"What is?", he asked.
"The sacrifice pattern.", she says as she tried to piece everything together. "You know the pattern?", Derek sat up.
"Yeah, Allison found it out today and told us–" Sam's eyes widened as she looked back down at her notes. Allison. Hunter. Warrior.
"Sam?", Derek urged.
"It's related to us. The pattern's getting close to us.", Sam says, getting up.
"How?", Derek asked.
"Stiles and I have to be the virgins. Allison's the warrior since she's a hunter. Stiles' dad might be the guardian. Deaton's gone so he has to be the healer. I can't find out who's the philosopher….", she trailed on.
"Lydia.", Sam realized. 
"How is Lydia a philosopher?"
"Philosopher, another word for scholar or thinker. She's always brought up some facts every now and then when it helped us. I just— What if there's something more going on than we know about? What if the Darach's closer to us than we thought? The darach is someone we know.", Sam says. 
"I kinda doubt it. I'm still suspicious as to why people are dying just because she gets a feeling. For all we know, it could be Lydia.", Derek said, bluntly.
Sam shook her head. "Lydia finds the bodies, she doesn't cause the deaths.", she said, and pulled out her phone as she got a call from Stiles.
"Where are you?", Sam asked. 
"I'm with Scott.", Stiles said and Scott cuts in. "The school but that's not important. It's not guardians, not law enforcement. It's philosophers, as in teachers! Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover.", Scott informed.
"That makes sense. Tara wasn't always a cop. She used to teach middle school.", Stiles said over the phone.
"Then the last one's going to be another teacher."
"There's dozens of them, Scott. And they're all headed home.", Stiles said. Sam shook her head. "No, Stiles."
"They're all going to the recital!", Scott exclaimed in realization. 
"So, the three of us are going to go protect three dozen teachers?", Sam asked in disbelief. 
"Sounds like a plan.", Stiles mumbled.
Sam sighed and hung up the phone as Derek's eyes never left her. "The Philosophers are the teachers. Looks like I'm going to your girlfriend's recital.", Sam says, taking her things. Derek frowned. "I have to stay here.", Derek said. 
"I know. We'll be back.", Sam says before leaving. Derek stops her, though. "Sam," Derek called. Sam turned around to face him. "Be careful.", he warned. She gave him a smile and nodded before leaving.
After arriving at the school, Sam and Stiles' jumped out of Stiles' Jeep and rushed inside to where the concert had already started.
Stiles and Sam pushed right through the auditorium doors and found Scott watching the concert.
"Hey.", they whispered, catching his attention.
"Why is Lydia not with you?", Sam asked.
"She was, she went to go talk to Aiden, I think. She's somewhere in here.", Scott said, continuing to watch the performance.
Sam looked around and saw the twins. Lydia wasn't with Aiden and Aiden was with his brother.
Something's wrong. Sam quietly left the auditorium and searched for the redhead.
"Lydia?", Sam whispered, looking around the moonlit hallways. She continued walking until she could hear shuffling coming from a classroom to her right. She turned and looked into the classroom with widened eyes. Sitting, bound to a chair, was an unconscious Lydia. Sam ran in, taking in the sight of her as she tried to pry the girl's restraints apart.
"Lydia, wake up.", Sam tapped her cheeks before trying her restraints again.
"She's not going to wake up." A female voice startled Sam. Sam turned around and saw Ms. Blake standing before her.
"You knew all along, didn't you?", she asked as Sam glared at her. Her eyebrows furrowed as Sam came to the realization.
"You're the darach.", Sam muttered. The prissy, snobby teacher who pretended to be innocent. The woman who pretended to cry over Derek's wounds. She was behind everything.
"How does it feel to be out-powered by your enemy?", she smiled. "You were going to kill her.", Sam growled.
"She's just an inconvenience. Just like you.", Ms. Blake sneered before rushing at Sam and knocking her back against stacked desks and Sam groaned as she fell to the floor.
Through her blurry vision, she could see the woman walk over to Lydia before passing out once more.
Last month
"You knew about him this whole time? That's why you asked me if I was okay?", Lydia asked Sam. The girl nodded. "A little after the beginning of the school year.", Sam confessed as they talked about Jackson.
Her eyes widened. "You've known for that long?"
"We've just been trying to keep people safe…", Sam looked down at her hands. 
"From what?", she asked. Sam looked up at her. "Jackson hasn't said anything to you?"
"He's explained to me what Derek's taught him—about the full moons, the hunger, the claws and all. He told me about how he didn't know he was doing the killings, and he didn't know how he got turned into that lizard thing.", Lydia said.
"Kanima.", Sam corrected.
Lydia gave her a sad smile. "You guys have been through a lot."
Sam nodded and explained everything. From Scott's bite to Kate, to Peter's bite, and Allison's mom trying to kill her and Scott, to the whole thing with Jackson's werewolf transformation.
"She tried killing you.", Lydia frowned at the news of Allison's behavior.
"Yep, so we're not talking at the moment.", Sam says.
Sam even told her about the sudden voices she was hearing after talking about Peter's bite. "Deaton told me I was dying. Throwing up black blood and constantly being weak, that was the bite's doing."
"I didn't go through any of that…", Lydia muttered. 
Sam nodded. "The most they told me was that you were just having an allergic reaction but that was it."
Sam groaned as she woke up to see Lydia was whimpering as Ms. Blake was threatening her.
She smiled at Sam. "We're bite buddies.", she said. Sam chuckled. "Bite buddies. I like that.", she grins.
"It's too bad though, and too late." Ms. Blake started to duct tape Lydia's wrist to the chair. Lydia started crying, and pleading no.
She tried yanking her wrists free but to no avail. Sam got up and used Ms. Blake's shadow to push her away from Lydia, slamming her into the blackboard of the classroom before rushing to free Lydia.
The woman groaned and got up, glaring at Sam behind her long dark hair.
She jumped over the desk, ready to run at her with a knife.
"Drop it!" The voice of Sheriff Stilinski yelled from behind Sam. The girl's eyes widened as she turned to him, but Ms. Blake took that as an opportunity to stab the knife into Sam's side, making her drop in pain.
Before the sheriff could react, a loud roar erupted from the back of the classroom. Scott stood there fully wolfed out, threatening Ms. Blake with a growl. He jumped over desks and started clawing at Ms. Blake, who dodged his attacks. She finally knocked him in the chest and sent him flying back into rows of stacked up chairs.
Stiles came running up to the front door of the classroom and looked in with wide eyes. In a swift motion, Ms. Blake shoved a desk in front of the door with ease, blocking his entrance. 
Sam placed her hand on the floor, pulling at Ms. Blake's shadow as she fell to the floor. Looking back at Sam, she kicked her chest and Sam groaned with a cough as the woman got up. 
"There was a girl…there was a girl. We found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it?", he asked, angry.
"Maybe I should have started with philosophers—with knowledge and strategy.", she says. Sam's ears rang as she heard the sheriff's gun pop. He shot the woman's leg and she stumbled but soon steadied.
"Healers…" Ms. Blake lunged for the Sheriff and stabbed the knife in his chest. He cried out in pain as she backed him up against a stack of chairs. "Warriors.", she growled. She snatched the badge on his uniform. "Guardians." She crushed the badge with her bare hands. It dropped to the floor with a quiet clank. "Virgins.", she finished, leaning in for a kiss with the Sheriff.
Stiles pushed the desk away from blocking the door and finally entered the room. He helped Sam up and they ran over to where Ms. Blake and his father were previously standing.
It only took a second to blink as they all saw an ugly, disfigured, pale monster in place of Ms. Blake. She let out a screech before leaving with the sheriff.
Scott made it back to his feet as well, but they were too late. All they were staring at was the sight of broken glass.
"Dad?", Stiles called.
As the trio got settled in Stiles' Jeep, her phone rang. Sam winced as she pulled it out of her pocket and saw my mom's face on the screen. She answered it in a rush, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Hi, mom.", Sam greeted. "Are you with Stiles and Scott? You've been gone all day.", her mother said. Sam nodded, though she couldn't see her. "Y-Yeah, yeah! We went to a recital at school, yeah, we're leaving now.", Sam says, and bit her lip from the pain in her side.
"Okay, just let me know if you're staying at their house–", she heard before she stopped. Sam's eyes widened a bit at the silence.
"Mom?", Sam called. "Hold on, someone's at the door.", she told her. Sam looked at Scott and Stiles as they glanced at her.
Sam heard a crash in her phone's speaker and jumped at the sound. "Mom!? Mom!", Sam exclaimed, calling her mother.
The phone hung up.
Sam could hear the blood pounding through her ears as swallowed, looking at the ended call. Her hand trembled as Stiles looked at her in shock.
The boys quickly took their friend to Derek's loft, rushing in. "Derek! Derek!", Scott called as they entered the loft. "What happened?", Derek rushed into the room.
The boys laid her down on the floor as Sam silently cried. They all looked down at her as Derek examined Sam's wound.
"Ms. Blake.", Sam rasped, groaning. "She's the Darach."
"What?", Derek looked at her in disbelief. Stiles went to go get paper towels.
"She's the Darach. She attacked Lydia, she tried to sacrifice her.", Scott explained.
Stiles came back and pressed the paper towels on her wound. Sam let out a cry of pain, gripping his wrist as he looked at her apologetically. Her body started to hurt all over.
"Then how did she get into it?", Derek asked Scott, gesturing to Sam as he took the paper towels away from Stiles shaky hands, putting pressure on Sam himself.
"I went to look for Lydia. She wasn't with Aiden.", Sam swallowed as Scott looked at her in panic. "Why didn't you say anything!?", he exclaimed, worriedly.
"We don't know! One second, she was at the concert with us the next she was gone. We found her in there.", Scott told him.
Before Sam could explain, she screamed in pain as her head felt like it was gonna explode. Her body felt like it was on fire and felt too sore with every touch. The boys instantly flinched, fidgeting around as they were unsure of what to do.
"What's going on?", Scott yelled.
"I-I don't know!", Derek replied, taking Sam in his arms as she thrashed at his touch. It was too much. Everything burned and hurt. He held her arms in his hands, his veins instantly turning black, but the pain didn't subside.
"Derek, do something! Make it stop!", Scott yelled, covering his ears. "I'm trying!", Derek yelled back, wincing in pain. It was stab wound. It shouldn't have hurt this bad.
The pain started to fade as well as Sam's crying. Her whimpers turned into soft pants as she laid her head into Derek's chest, shutting her eyes.
The boys sighed, but silenced as the werewolves listened for her heartbeat. It was slow. Steady, but worryingly slow.
Derek quickly went to find supplies to clean Sam's wound and dress it. Scott and Stiles couldn't help but sit in silence, feeling the despair of what would come for the sacrifices.
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I am curious to know what some of you all will say
So if each Teen Wolf Character had a band or artist that they were, what would they be and why?
Here I will start: I believe that Theo would be Citizen Soldier for obvious reasons. If you listen to their music, you will know why I chose them. Their music focuses souly on mental health and almost every one of their songs fits Theo in some way. 
Now I want to hear what you guys say. Choose any of the Teen Wolf Characters and tell me a band or artist you believe they could be with an explanation as to why you chose them 😊
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Aunt Cora's Not So Terrible Mistake - Chapter Six: Day Six
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Characters: Cora Hale, Derek Hale, Jackson Whittemore, Ethan & Aiden, Isaac Lahey
Summary: Derek returns from his travels and comes to pick up his kids
Word count: 1000+
Warnings: crying, family feels
A/N: Hi, so at last, this story has ended! Sorry to keep you guys waiting all this time but my muse for Teen Wolf had disappeared mid-writing. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know if you want to read further works of this type or if you have a certain request for baby-pack verse (it's not a thing yet). Thank you for putting up with everything and for the support! All Love x.
Credits: polarrity- polarr filter by chrome , photos from Pinterest
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Cora woke up to loud noises coming from the four of them, when she opened her eyes, they were surrounding a man, who was carrying Isaac, ruffling Ethan’s hair and two bags that were open wide in which Jackson and Aiden were busy emptying and giving toys to each of them, it took her a minute or two to realize it was Derek, she blinked few times then got up “you’re back” she mumbled half asleep “morning to you too sister! How did you sleep?” she yawned and rubbed her eyes.
“Thought you can’t make it before tomorrow” he nodded “I pulled a few strings here and there, you don’t look so happy to see me though” he noted, which was partly true. Cora was glad her brother was here, but she… well, she didn’t want to say goodbye to her nephews so soon, she thought she had more time with them.
“Glad you’re okay, I’ll go make us some breakfast” she smiled, he shook his head in protest “I’ve already made oatmeal for everyone and brought it downstairs, we are just waiting for you to wake up” Cora rolled her eyes, of course, oatmeal, couldn’t he make pancakes or anything a bit with taste? Derek’s oatmeals always tasted like puke if she remembers correctly, those poor kids!
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