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bashfyl · 3 months
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I don’t know if anyone has ever done this before but, here ya go… The Different Types of Fanfiction! 
I probably left a few out, but these are the most common, compared to their base fiction’s canon plot. Enjoy! XD
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bashfyl · 3 months
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My favorite scenario in the development of Stiles’ and Derek’s relationship is when they start to make the burned-out Hale house more liveable.
I remember one in particular with a ratty, green couch.
Give me requests, please-y please?
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bashfyl · 6 months
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More of my fictional husband. Actually tried for ages on the damn background on this one. 😐
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bashfyl · 6 months
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Sterek Week '23 // Day 4, Whole of the Moon / @sterekweek-2023
with a torch in your pocket and the wind at your heels you climbed on the ladder you know it feels to reach too high too far, too soon you saw the whole of the moon - Jennifer Warnes, "The Whole of the Moon"
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bashfyl · 6 months
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Sterek Week '23 // Day 5, Sacrifice / @sterekweek-2023
It's Happening Again Stiles always knew there was a chance the fox would return to consume him one day, to finish the job. As the years went on he quietly made preparations just in case something bad happened, but when the fox finally returned, no one was prepared for the sheer destruction it wrought... least of all Derek. The fox used Stiles to summon a rift into the void, tearing through Beacon Hills and devouring everything in its path. The only way to stop it was to stop the fox, to stop Stiles. That was something Derek was never prepared to do until he found Stiles' carefully prepared instructions. If Stiles wasn't able to sacrifice himself in order to stop the fox, then the instructions were clear: it was up to Derek to sacrifice the love of his life in order to save Beacon Hills and everyone in it.
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bashfyl · 6 months
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bashfyl · 6 months
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By elirain🖤
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bashfyl · 6 months
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“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
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During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, “Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a “sinner” and already dead to her, and that she wouldn’t even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, “Oh, momma. I knew you’d come”, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, “I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family’s large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, “They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money. That’s how we’d buy medicine, that’s how we’d pay rent. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done”, Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family’s plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the ‘Cemetery Angel’.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
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bashfyl · 7 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLASH FANFICTION I HOPE EVERYONE GETS TO ROLL IN THE GLITTERY SANDS FOR THEMSELVES TODAY!
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bashfyl · 7 months
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Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale
For @blackheart-beauty
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bashfyl · 7 months
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bashfyl · 7 months
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To say Derek was tense was an understatement. Biting Stiles wasn't an easy decision, he knew how much the boy wanted to be human and taking the decision out of his hands was a trigger from the Nogitsune's time that Derek never expected to trigger.
But the fight was difficult, cruel and when broken bones became the least of the problems in Stiles' medical condition, time began to run against the pack.
So Derek did it. He saved the boy he had tried to keep away for years, with lies and growls. With a bad mood and "disinterest". He could not lose his anchor, his Mate.
The problem was that since Stiles woke up and realized what he was now he barely reacted. He avoided looking everyone in the eye, answered concisely and just followed Derek to the loft after being released from the hospital.
Derek's wolf was restless, uncomfortable watching his beta and Mate walk through the loft to the large windows with a smell of sadness and conformity emanating from him. He silently approached the boy, even though he could now hear his movements with his enhanced senses.
"Has it always been this beautiful?" Stiles caught Derek by surprise with that question.
"What?"
"The world..." Then a wide smile appeared as Derek watched Stiles accept his wolf. The fangs came down first and then the golden eyes glowed, looking at the whole new world through the windows. And at that moment, Derek smiled too. Feeling a happy warmth in the pack bond between him and Stiles, and in years, the born werewolf allowed himself to hope.
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bashfyl · 7 months
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Boyd: Peter shouldn't be allowed to treat Derek that way. Erica: Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Boyd: Yeah, let’s give him a piece of our minds-- Erica: Let’s stab him!!!!! Boyd: Erica: Yeah, your thing, yeah.
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bashfyl · 7 months
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A Knight’s Tale (2001)
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bashfyl · 7 months
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i learned of “Box beds” – cabinets with beds in them and, sometimes, lockable doors – were used for privacy and safety in parts of rural medieval Europe before individual bedrooms were common. They became fashionable even in homes with bedrooms and remained in use in Scotland into the 1900s (x)
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bashfyl · 7 months
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The Dating Game by lielabell
Mature | 4k | 1/1
Derek doesn't exactly understand how he ended up as a contestant on a dating show. He knows that it started with a lot of whiskey and a late night phone call to his sister and mockery. Lots and lots of mockery, because Laura never lets anything go, no matter how old she gets. 
(Because what the world really needs is more Omegaverse!dating show fic in it. Right?)
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bashfyl · 7 months
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