sorry!

And Derek just stood there, staring at Stiles like he was a ghost. “Dude, I know it’s been a while but you don’t have to look at me like you’re that surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically a tradition at this point.” “Stiles?” Derek whispered, the name falling from his lips like a punch to the gut. Stiles watched, confused, as Derek took a deep breath in and took a shaky step forward then back again. “You’re not- you can’t be. Who are you?”

It's just four normal girls living out their dreams as pop stars, with a mixture of fuckery and love added in for a good measure.

If you had told Iruma that he would be living in the Netherworld a year ago he would have politely asked you if you were alright and needed help getting to the hospital. He would have never expected to find his home between demons. He hadn't expected to become one of them either...

The five times a cheerleader asked Derek out on a date, and the one time he said yes.

Sex. He wanted sex. “You...You want us to have sex?” OR jimin’s first time with jungkook as his sugarbaby and boyfriend—it’s emotional as fuck