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“Nice bat.” Allison said, the metal glinting in the sunlight.
“Thanks!” Stiles exclaimed, swinging it experimentally. “Do you guys remember that one scene in Twilight? When all of the vampires are playing baseball?”
Isaac, who had just come around the back of the car, gasped, his eyes going wide.
“I love Twilight.” He whispered.
“Jesus. Of course you do.”
___________The autumn after the Nogitsune, Stiles has isolated himself, Isaac deals with the loss of his friends, and Allison is still struggling to recover from her near death experience. So when Beacon Hills reveals yet another mysterious set of deaths, the three of them decide it’s time to go monster hunting.
They quickly realize it's much bigger than a three man job.
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Stiles was quiet, staring into the grayness of the cold day, before turning and looking Derek right in the eyes.
They were warm autumn, early september.
They were rich brown soil and coffee dark.
They were sun on the sidewalk and cinnamon chocolate and Derek hated them, but really all he wanted to do was curl up in them like a dog and sleep until the world ended.
“Me too.”
______Stiles is sick, so he and Derek take a trip up north.
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Leonardo's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by SMLFEAE
Fandoms: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018)
24 Jan 2023
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“I don’t know, guys.” Leo cuts in. “I don’t trust these stairs. They seem like they’re… up to something.”
He grinned at the chorus of groans and sighs that echoed through the hallway.
“I admire your relentlessness, brother, but I suspect making a good joke might actually be the death of you.” Donnie sighs wryly, drawing his tech-bo.OR
Leonardo is an Idiot. His brothers find this out the hard way.
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[Time passes oddly. Between one second and the next, Sokka has the Fire Lord pinned to the wall with his hands around the bastard’s throat. Golden eyes (one gold eye, his mind whispers) widen in shock.
“Sokka?” he chokes out. And then he smiles.
What the fuck?
“Sokka, I—”
Sokka slams his head against the wall, once, twice, and the smile wipes off his face. Good.
“What,” Sokka bites out, “have you done to my sister?”]
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An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage.
But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.
Yeah, nah.
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