creepy stalker shit

Meet Ms.Cedric Since he wants to post fake news I’ll just sit this here. I would NEVER LET THIS MAN PUT HIS PENIS INSIDE OF ME. Now that ass 🍑 he definitely got some dick this day . Y'all better quit playing with me 😂😂😂😂 I’m far from stupid but I see a lot of you all aren’t if y'all think I let him touch my ass 💀💀💀💀💀 the man stole a video of me and my ex and posted it claiming it was him fucking me. Nahhhh shawty you will never get the chance. He was upset because I ain’t wanna get with him and blocked him for doing some stalker ass creepy shit. So as of this point when I see him I’m whooping his ass so tread lightly when you in Dallas Hoe . He blocked me from everything 😂😂😂 then posted the vid like it wasn’t going to get back to me. Y'all stop believing shit y'all hear and examine Shit. It’s clearly not this queen in the vid 🤷🏽‍♂️ … now his ass was good af I ain’t even gone lie but he thought I was gone be with him for some strange reason 😂😂😂😂 ummm nah nigga you was just a fuck and a toss away . So I hope you feel good about posting false information but it ain’t over until I see yo ass cause Ima show you a thing or two about lying lil bitch . @byronstrongxxx

I feel like these days I find myself caring less and less about Tumblr and that thought honestly doesn’t upset me

The One Where Derek Makes Stiles Cry

“Would you-“ Stiles starts, he’s standing in the door way of Derek’s kitchen, watching Derek make a sandwich.

“Would you wanna go out sometime? With me?” Stiles finishes after a moment. The snort laugh that comes out of Derek is a surprise, a reflex really. He smiles down at his sandwich and shakes his head. Stiles was always saying shit like that to people, flirting with them and being an idiot.

“Very funny.” Derek said, his tongue pushing out of his mouth as he concentrated hard on the sandwich in front him, trying to get the tomatoes and the lettuce to sit just right.

“Yeah.” Stiles said and then laughed a small laugh, it sounded very airy. Derek’s eyebrows pulled together as he heard Stiles turn on his heal and start walking to door. Something was wrong.

“Stiles?” Derek said, turning his head to look after him.

“I was totally kidding man, don’t worry about it, just forget I said anything, really.” Stiles said in a rush, yanking the door open and slipping through it. Derek dropped his knife on the counter and walked out of the kitchen quickly, his eyes fell on the door as it slid gently shut. He heard Stiles nearly run down the hall to the stairs. He closed his eyes and listened harder, tracking Stiles as he flew down the stairs and out into the parking lot. He slammed the door of his jeep and Derek heard him sniffle. His eyes snapped open and he stared at his closed door.  He heard Stiles drive away and hung his head.

Derek shuffled back into the kitchen, trying to push away the smell of tears in the room, and looked down at a sandwich that he no longer had an appetite for. He grabbed the plate and tossed it in the trash, moving to the table and dropping himself into a chair. He sighed and dropped his head onto the table with a thud.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” He said to himself, lifting his head and dropping it once more.

~***~

It had been a week and he hadn’t seen Stiles once. He was clearly avoiding Derek, and he’d gotten much better at than he used to be. Derek tried to wait for him at Scott’s, neither of them showed up for almost 8 hours, Mrs. McCall had come out and asked if he was alright. Her voice seemed colder than normal and Derek wasn’t feeling her usual caring vibe. He’d nodded and left, feeling a little afraid that she might throw a handful of mountain ash at him if he stayed much longer. Stiles must have talked to her about what happened. Derek just wished he’d fucking talked to him about what happened. Or that his own fucking brain had paid attention to what was happening. But no, he’d been making a fucking sandwich and then he’d made Stiles cry. Fucking idiot.

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Creep Part 3

Author: @surpeme-bean

Summary: The police are called, they go to y/n’s parents’ house seeking refuge

Things you should know from Part 2: Ethan broke into the apartment, Dylan knocked him out. Dylan and y/n made up, but when Dylan explained what happened with Ethan, he was gone.

Pairing: Y/n + Dylan

Words: 3,340

Warnings: Some creepy stalker shit happens, also cursing throughout, there’s also some really cute stuff

A/N: I struggled with the beginning since it’s so creepy and I hate myself for even thinking of this creepy stuff. It gets cute though and I really like that part. Sorry the formatting sucks ass, I hate it so much but it’s beyond my control Anyways, I did like a character backgrounds thing that I’ll probably post later tonight or tomorrow so get ready for that lol. ALSO I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH, BLESS ALL OF YOU

ETHAN PERSPECTIVE

I remained in my hiding spot, which wasn’t the best, but it was better than a closet. I’d been hiding for what felt like hours but had only been an hour at best. All I could see were feet walking in. I hushed my breathing knowing it was y/n that was in the room. I saw her clothes drop, and then a bra. Suddenly, my pants were too tight as I imagined y/n topless. I reminded myself that now was not the time for fantasizing, but to plan an escape. I felt the bed get heavier as y/n laid down. My breaths became more shallow and strenuous. I thought about how my plan fell apart. I followed them home from school. I waited until their car left and that’s when I went up into the apartment. I was looking for anything that belonged to y/n so I could take it and give it back to her, so she’d fall in love in with me, which now that I thought about it, was a terrible idea.

 

It would’ve worked had dylan not caught me.

God, my head fucking hurt. I heard the bedroom door open and saw another pair of feet wander in. Clothes dropped to the floor and the weight of the bed increased.

 

Why the fuck did you hide under the bed, that’s like the creepiest place to hide.

Yet it was the one place dylan didn’t check, putting you in the clear.

I was trying to listen to their breathing to know if they were asleep. I knew y/n was sleep,but I had to be sure Dylan was asleep. I wasn’t trying to get my ass kicked again. I checked my phone to see what time it was. Almost 2 am. I’d been hiding for two hours under a fucking bed.

Jesus christ dude

I waited until I was sure they were both asleep. I slid out from under the bed, staying on the floor, not sure if I should stand up or not. I decided I’d crawl to the door and then sprint out to my car. I made sure to be as quiet as I could. Thankfully the bedroom door was open enough for my scrawny body could fit through. I stood up quietly and crept towards the main door. I heard a noise come from the bedroom and hid behind the chair Dylan was hiding behind only a couple of hours ago.

It was y/n. She walked down the hall and into the bathroom. I felt my heart race as I watched her use the bathroom half asleep, wishing she was mine. I stayed in my position careful not to move or make a noise. She left the bathroom but kept walking down the hall and into the kitchen. She turned the light on and reached for a glass from a nearby cabinet. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. Her legs were long, dimples decorated her thighs. When she turned to the sink to fill her cup, I was able to see all the scars she had on her sides. Each one more unique and beautiful than the next. She turned to face the living room causing me to duck my head out of her sight. I heard her set the cup down on the counter. I peeked my head out, to watch her turn the kitchen light off and head back to bedroom.

I could hear my heartbeat as I stood up and headed to the door. I paused to think about what I just did, and if I got caught how terrible my life would turn out to be. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to leave. I opened the door and left, closing it as quietly as I could. I sprinted back to my car, starting it up and leaving. I raced back to my house and crept back up to my room, careful not to wake my parents.

DYLAN

I was half asleep when the main door open and close.

What the fuck was that?

I got up and went to the door.

Shit

The door was unlocked, when I locked it before going to bed.

I look out the window overlooking the parking lot to see a car speeding out of the parking lot. I knew who it was and ran back to bedroom.

“y/n, wake up” I whispered, putting a pair of sweatpants on “ y/n”

I turned the bedroom light on, and shook her arm

Her eyes fluttered open, squinting in the bright light

“Dylan, whats going on?” she mumbled

“Ethan was here the whole time, I just heard him leave, you have to get up.” I tried explaining but I was just as awake as she was, only adrenaline was coursing through my body.

“What? Ethan was here? Where was he? I thought you checked everywhere.” She sat up rubbing her eyes

I stood up wondering the same thing.

Where was he hiding?

I stared at the floor until I realized

I didn’t check under the bed.

The sadistic fuck was hiding under our bed.

“Dylan? Are you okay?” she asked, still waking up

“No, I’m not” I mumbled

She got up and walked towards me, she wrapped her around me in a hug. She was smaller than me, but her hugs always made me feel safe. I hugged her back, wanting the short lived nightmare that was our entire night to be over.

“I’ll go make some coffee, you can call the police.” she grumbled, pulling away from the hug and sleepily moved towards the kitchen. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and called 911. I explained the situation the dispatcher told me the police would be here shortly. I walked into the kitchen to tell y/n what happened.

She was making scrambled eggs on the stove while we waited for the police to come and the coffee to be made.

We waited in the kitchen together silently. Too much was happening too early for words to be spoken.

“I love you” she whispered

“I love you too” I whispered back, I hugged her from behind and leaned my head to kiss her on her cheek. I could feel her cheeks rise as her mouth curled in a sleepy smile under my lips.

There was a loud banging on the door. I moved away from her and towards the door. I opened it and two police officers were standing in front of me. I let them in, forgetting y/n was visibly in the kitchen without pants on and I was shirtless. I excused myself from the two officers now standing in the living room.

“y/n. Maybe you should put some pants on?” i suggested

She cursed under her breath, moving the eggs to a back burner, and walked back to the bedroom. I walked back to officers

“Sir, what happened here tonight?” one of the officers asked

I explained what happened earlier, with Ethan breaking in the apartment while i was in the shower and y/n was out. I explained everything, recalling as many details as i could remember.

“And he knows you and your girlfriend, through their english class?”

“Yes” I confirmed.

Y/N

I stood in the kitchen with my cup of coffee talking to the second policeman.

“I wasn’t here when Ethan broke in. I was out with a friend while Dylan was home.”

“Mhm okay, can you describe him?”

“Yes. He’s tall, probably around 6’3”,6’4”. He doesn’t weigh more 180 pounds.”

“Can you give me a range, if you had to guess his weight?”

“150-170, I really don’t know. He’s tall and skinny.” I sipped my coffee

“Mmkay, is there anything else ma’am?”

“Yes, He has brown hair, darkish skin, kinda short face” I said trying to remember his face 

“Is that is?” the officer asked

“I’m pretty sure.” i leaned up against the counter wondering why I made eggs knowing neither me or dylan would have the appetite.

“Alright thank you miss, we’ll keep you updated when we receive more information.”

The officer returned to the other who was questioning Dylan. He nodded to both of the officers and came towards me.

“I’m sorry this is happening.” I mumbled, looking away from him

“Hey,” he said turning my chin gently towards him “what are you sorry for? None of this is your fault”

God, I am so in love with him.

“It kinda is. I became his friend because he was a complete loner. I didn’t know or expect him to be as weird and creepy as he is”  

“You were just helping someone out. And yes, you didn’t know anything about him. It’s okay. If he does something like this, we’ll file a restraining order against him, okay?”

Dylan was so sensitive and nice, and right now it was what I needed.

The police officers walked towards us and explained that they wouldn’t be able to do anything unless they footage of anything happening but we could apply for a restraining order if things got worse. They told us to inform them if he did anything else.

“Alright, thank you officers” dylan said roughly and lead them to the door

He closed the door and looked at me with tired eyes.

“Do you wanna go to Mcdonalds and pick up some breakfast?” I asked, “I’ll drive”

“You know me too well, y/n. Let me go put a shirt on.” he said flashing me a smile

I slipped on my flip flops and grabbed the car keys off the counter.

“Dyl, you’re gonna have to pay, I don’t know where my wallet is” I shouted

“Oh alright” he said grabbing his own wallet and shoving it in his pocket

We got in the car and headed for mcdonald’s.


We decided to go in an order, rather than the drivethru so we could sit and eat there. The last place I wanted to be was our apartment. My happy place, the place I always came back to after a long day at school or work, wasn’t safe anymore. I could no longer have a sense of privacy and happiness in my own home. Knowing someone was under my bed when I went to sleep made me terrified of even entering the bedroom. Just the thought made me cringe. But we stood there in front of menu, Dylan’s arm wrapped around me, and it was something I wasn’t mentally or emotionally ready to give up. So we stood there, in front of the menu for longer than we should’ve. It was nice to just be with Dylan, regardless of where we were. He was my calm, my rock, my everything.

“You guys ready to order?” the lady asked from behind the counter, I almost didn’t notice she had been standing there the whole time. Dylan looked at me for reassurance, and I nodded.

We ordered our food and drinks, Dylan got his orange juice while I opted for lemonade. We stood by the counter, waiting for our order number to be called. As we waited, I looked around the mcdonald’s. I’ve never taken the time to actually look around because I always ordered through the drivethru, and if I went inside, I ordered and would be on my phone until my order was ready.

I noticed  a girl sitting at a table in her mcdonald’s uniform. Her hair was dyed cherry red and looked thin and greasy. Her eye makeup was so smudged she resembled a raccoon. The visor she was wearing made it hard to see her face, considering her head was down. I figured she was just on her break, either napping or staring at the ground.

The lady who took our order handed Dylan the tray.

“Alright, thank you.” he turned around, which startled me “Y/n, where do you want to sit?”

“I don’t care” I mumbled “let’s just sit here” I motioned towards the nearest seat.

We sat and ate in silence, too tired to talk. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was a silence of mutual understanding that neither of us felt like talking. We just wanted to be together and not in the apartment.

When we finished eating, Dylan got up and threw everything away leaving the tray. I noticed that girl again, except this time her eyes followed Dylan. She wasn’t checking him out more than she was watching him. Dylan returned to the table, and gave me a confused look.

I nodded my head towards the girl, who upon noticing me quickly averted her eyes.

“Who is that? Do you know her?” I asked

He turned his entire body to look.

“Her? No, I don’t think so” he said almost like a question, like he might’ve known her but wasn’t completely sure.

I decided to ignore this considering she was probably a little off, and I didn’t have it in me to ask any more questions.

“Where do you want to go now?” Dylan asked, his voice was quiet and gentle and I loved hearing it.

“I don’t know, maybe we just walk around somewhere?” I replied

“But where? You’re driving remember?” his mouth curled into a weak smile.

“Shit, I would say let’s go home, but I really don’t want to be there right now” I felt defeated.  I didn’t want to go anywhere, but I didn’t want to go back either. It was almost 6am, and no one we knew would be awake if we wanted to go to a friend.

My parents

“I’m gonna call my mom” I had the sudden realization that no one else knew what just happened tonight, and surely my mom would understand.

“Yeah me too” the same look of realization came across his face

We went outside to call our parents and let them know what was going on.

I pulled out my phone

1 missed call from Ethan

All I could hear was my heartbeat, my head felt fuzzy, everything blurred together into one image

Why would he call?

DYLAN

I looked over at y/n and noticed her stumbling backwards.

“Y/n!!” I ran over to her before she fell backwards.

She mumbled something I couldn’t understand. I picked her up and carried her back to the car. I stood her up so she was leaning on the car while I opened the passenger door. I sat her down in the seat and leaned down to her level.

“Hey, y/n” I caressed her cheek. I wanted to be careful but I also wanted her to be awake.

“Dylan?” she whispered

“Yeah, it’s me”

“What happened?” she was so out of touch

“You passed out, but everything’s okay, you didn’t hit your head or anything?”

“I don’t think so,” her voice was tired, her words slurred together. She reached to touch her head before giving me a slight nod, signalling that she was physically okay

“Okay, this is good, I’m gonna drive us back to the apartment” I didn’t want to go back either but it was our only option.

She viciously shook her head no.

“I can’t go back” she kept mumbling her words, but they were becoming more distinct and less slurred. “Call my mom, we can go there”

“Okay, but we’re gonna have to stop by the apartment to pick up some stuff.”

Her face contorted with displeasure

“You can wait in the car while I go in okay? But you have to promise me you’ll stay awake” I figured this was a compromise I’d have to make. I moved her legs so they were inside the car and buckled her seat belt. I reached in her sweatshirt pocket and grabbed the keys.

I pulled into the parking lot of our complex. Y/n had her head leaning against the headrest. Her eyes were open, but glossy.

“Hey, we’re here, I’m gonna run inside and I’ll be back soon okay? Y/n, I need to stay awake” I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She weakly nodded.

I ran up the stairs leading to our floor. I opened the door. The living room was still wrecked, but everything other than that and the anxious feeling I had was normal. I went into the bedroom, grabbing my old backpack and filled it with clothes and anything we might need for a few days.

I went back outside and returned to the car. Y/n was barely awake but she was awake and that’s all I needed.

I tossed the backpack to the back seat. I sat in the driver’s seat thinking of what to do. Y/n’s phone was resting her hand, and I took it from her so I could call her mom.

1 missed call

It was from Ethan.

What the fuck.

I decided I would return to the missed call once I called y/n’s mom. I opened her mom’s contact and pressed the number.

“Hello?” she answered

“Hey, it uh Dylan.”

“Oh, hello Dylan, is everything okay?” her voice was sweet and caring, like y/n’s.

“Uh no, this guy broke into our apartment last night and y/n passed out at breakfast”

“Oh no honey-” she started

“I think y/n was planning on going to your house, she doesn’t want to go back to the apartment, neither do I”

“Oh dylan, you know you guys are welcome here anytime. It is a bit early though, when do you think you’ll get here?”

“Well the drive is a couple of hours-” I trailed off

“Right, okay I’ll get the guest room ready and maybe some breakfast? I know it’s your favorite”

I smiled to myself, feeling thankful that my girlfriend’s mom was just as,if not, better than my girlfriend.

“Alright thank you so much, Ms. y/l/n. See you soon”

I looked over at y/n. Her eyes were closed. I figured it wasn’t terrible if she slept, she had only got a couple of hours of sleep and she didn’t hit her head. I started the car and left the parking lot.

As I drove, I hated that there was no radio. The last thing I wanted right now was to be left alone with my thoughts.

He called.

Why did he call?

What was he trying to do?

Y/N

I woke up to dylan driving and sunlight flooding the car.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice still waking up

“Oh shit, you’re awake” he glanced over at me.

I looked at him and found myself staring, in awe. Moles decorated his cheek and neck, almost like stars decorated the night sky. His dark hair was messy, his eyes were sunken in, bags sat under his bloodshot eyes. Exhaustion covered him like a blanket, yet here he was taking care of me before himself. Even when he was sleep deprived, he was beautiful. He was so selfless and kind. Every time I noticed his features, his tendencies, I found myself in a state of disbelief. He was an amazing person and could easily have any girl he wanted but he was with me. He loved me and wanted me in his life. He saw all my tragic flaws and insecurities and never left. He stayed through all my dark times and loved me when I couldn’t love myself. He was my soulmate.

I sat up, wiping drool from my cheek.

“How long was I asleep? And where are we going?” I asked

“You don’t remember? We’re gonna stay with your parents for a few days to collect ourselves. You’ve been sleeping for most of the drive” he explained

“Oh yeah, you called my mom though?”

“Yeah, everything’s gonna be okay” he reached his hand and rested it on my thigh. I intertwined my fingers with his.

I looked through the window with the feeling of peace, like everything really was going to be okay.

September ‘15. a very long list of coffee shop aus I’ve read. my bootleg rec page can’t really be considered a bootleg rec page without coffee shop aus. 

* = fics that could use lots more love and appreciation! 

Love how idiotic these two are in this. And the Sheriff<33:  

All Stirred Up by jsea, marguerite_26 (13/13 | 49,430 | Explicit)

Derek’s first duty as a new deputy is the early morning coffee run to The Leaky Carafe, and it’s not long before he discovers that the quirky barista has a knack for making the perfect drink. Every time. Even before you order.

But is it intuition, luck or magic that has all Stiles’ customers leaving happy?

Not even coffee, but so perfect!: 

be my dar(jee)ling by takeittothestars (2/2 | 5,393 | Mature)

‘You alright there? Need any help?’ someone from behind him says, and Derek startles badly from where he’s been judging the tea (Cardamom with ginger for Sherlock Holmes? And almonds for Jack Harkness? Really?). The person laughs when he knocks over a few tins, and Derek knows that laugh. Sure enough, he looks up as he puts Moriartea back on the shelf and it’s Stiles fucking Stilinski, #24 on the lacrosse team and captain of Derek’s heart since he dropped Cora off at a game once, the cutest, hottest thing on the planet since – since – since ever, if Derek’s honest with himself.

-A tea shop AU in which Derek is an editor, Stiles works in a tea shop, both are dumb, and there is tea. For this prompt

LOL!: 

Your Sass Is All the Syrup I Need by broadcastdelay (1/1 | 8,906 | Teen)

Derek is a grumpy hipster barista (in Portland, the natural home of his kind). Stiles develops a taste for such things.

This is so great!! Totally underrated! Deserves all the lovee<3333 :

*Large Black Coffee, To Go by sunnydalewerewolf (1/1 | 5,183 | Mature)

Derek is Stiles’ favorite actor, Stiles works in a coffee shop frequented by Laura, and everyone is kind of an asshole.

Also deserves a ton of love!! So cute!!: 

*All Hale Pastries by NikaNielson (1/1 | 1,622 | Teen) 

After Cora drops out of a cooking competition at the last minute, Stiles tries to convince Derek to take her place.

I’m always a slut for tattooed and pierced up Stiles and that sequel tho!:

Queer Your Coffee by alisvolatpropiis (1/1 | 3,084 | NR)

Derek’s just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.

For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.

Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he’s worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.

He’s the most beautiful man Derek’s ever seen.

And he’s shirtless.

Melting into a puddle of cute:

expresso yourself by wearing_tearing (1/1 | 3,149 | Teen)

Derek can say he ever expected something like this to happen when he agreed to work at Expresso Yourself, his family’s coffee shop.

And by that he means he never expected Hollywood’s new favorite actor, Stiles Stilinski, to burst through his doors at seven-thirty in the morning, wide-eyed and scared, with the collar of his shirt ripped off.

Haha!!:

Red Lights Already Off by KuriKuri (1/1 | 3,375 | Teen)

Stiles isn’t a hooker. He just plays one on TV.

The CUTEST: 

*Love is a Sneeze Away by mandysimo13 (1/1 | 1,833 | NR) 

Stiles is allergic to dogs. Bad news for doggy day care employee, Derek Hale.

Fluffy as hell!:

*Name for the Order? by katnisskirk (1/1 | 2,456 | NR)

AU. Stiles is a barista and Derek is a customer who regularly comes in while talking on the phone so Stiles repeatedly (intentionally) mishears his name.

Priceless:

The Customer Ain’t Always Right by trilliath (1/1 | 2,273 | Gen.)

Today’s the day. He’s gonna do it. He’s actually going to (as Cora says) “speak words like a normal human and talk” to (as Cora has designated him) Cute Coffee Boy.
- Or he would, if it weren’t for this asshole cutting in line.

Amazing!!<33: 

*HMMARCW by elumish (1/1 | 6,242 | Teen) 

“My student thinks that all werewolves have to turn on the full moon. That we debunked seventy-five years ago. What the hell is he doing, living with his head in a bucket of bees?”

It looks like werewolf-dude’s mouth twitches. “It’s probably difficult to write an essay with your head in a bucket of bees.”

Glorious:

Freebies by Saucery (1/1 | 1,215 | Teen)

Stiles can’t figure out why people keep dropping, spilling or breaking things in his presence. And offering him free stuff. Like, what the heck?

Silly Dorks:

*i’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you by trilliastra (1/1 | 4,044 | Teen)

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In which Derek is a writer and has a crush on Stiles, they talk about skydiving and getting tattoos, and Laura Hale is awesome.

Sooo cutee:

Now You’re Too Sweet by agent_izhyper (1/1 | 6,648 | Gen.)

In which Stiles is thoroughly confused and awkwardly misinterprets the situation, and has fallen in love with Derek’s heavenly baked goods before he even knew (let alone fell for) Derek Hale. Also, first meetings are a mess and the universe hates him, but nothing new there, right?

Awkward cuteness: 

*Sexy as Charged by inkblott (1/1 | 6,293 | Teen) 

If you asked Stiles what he planned on doing with his life, failing so epically hard was not one of them. And okay, you could argue, that his life was kind of a fail. Being the only 19 year old virgin that he knew was a bummer sometimes, but you’d never notice unless you asked.

Totally.

He has no idea how it’s managed to get to this point in time, and he really fucking regrets getting out of bed this morning. I mean, he didn’t even have class, which was a once in a blue moon kind of thing, but he still thought, “Hey, it’s a nice morning, I’m not dead, the sun is shining, I might as well get some coffee.” What. An. Idiot.

Well. It wasn’t an altogether bad day. There were definitely some high points.

GAH!! dying cuz sooo adorableee and fluffy!!!!:

Not Exactly My Cup of Coffee by officerstilinskihale (1/1 | 4,610 | Teen)

Stiles buried his face in his hands and resisted the urge to scream.

The angry sex he wasn’t having with Derek would be so good.

Not the typical cutesy coffee shop au. Angsty, hot, and Derek is so so grumpy:

Double Negatives by coffeeinallcaps (1/1 | 16,337 | Explicit)

Derek and Laura run a pure food store and coffeehouse. There’s this boy Stiles who’s a regular customer. He’s infuriating, of course, but there’s something about him.

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But am I the only one who noticed Nathan had one of Max's selfies pasted on his wall? LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! That shit was creepy as fuck, like Max was so chill about it going on 'oh he stole one of my selfies, what a bastard' and I was like hello a possible serial killer and rapist has a picture of you in his room and you don't at least wonder why the fuck he has it??!!
Man fuck these fanfics shading bébé Luke extra hard

For real, he tied her up and tried to rape her and shit? That’s some of the grossest mischaracterization I have ever seen. Luke has only got flip with Ichabod and checked into his credentials because he’s a detective and Ichabod was a murder suspect. that’s what a good detective would do. Stop making him a creepy crazy angry stalker and shit. That’s Andy’s job.

The story was crap anyway. Bad writing, bad. 

I just… seriously, who even was using mocking penis size as a standard operating procedure with “problematic trans men”????

The only time I ever saw it was when a bunch of trans guys were literally 100% stalking multiple trans women. Like sending creepy asks, hatefollowing, reblogging personal posts, degendering, misgendering, engaging in all sorts of bro violence.

That’s not “problematic” that’s creepy abusive stalker shit and I really can’t fault anyone who went after their dick size to keep them off them. Stalkers are the kind of people who require heavier responses. Stalkers are where things like death wishing, genital mockery, even doxxing becomes viable because they will not stop and no one will stop them.

What do you expect the victims to do? Leave the net? Lmao.