show: never stop believing

hey you! Please stop thinking you’ll never meet Taylor or that Taylor doesn’t want to meet you because someday it’s gonna happen & Somehow it’s gonna happen. I don’t know when but it will & when it does I’m going to be sitting right here smiling with a heart so happy because I always knew and because you deserve it.

Think about it..

Kwon Jiyong was no more than 5 when his mom made him take part in talent shows and auditions and when little Jiyong started crying in protest his mom dragged him into the toilets and pinched him so he’d go up there and do what he’s best at. After already being a success in SM he went to be a trainee in YG and trained there for 6 years, wrote 2 songs every day before bed after a long day practicing at the studio. Now, only at the age of 26, he’s the loved leader of one of the best kpop groups in the world, talented, worshipped and praised. The G-Dragon.

Dong Youngbae started being a trainee in YG at the age of 13 after being to the CEO’s office countless times, being persistent that he wants to train and make it big. After training 6 burdensome years hearing stuff like “if u’re not practicing hard enough u’re gonna end up like Youngbae” and finally debuting as a boy group BIGBANG he is the great Taeyang.

Kang Daesung got called “the ugly one” in his trainee years. Even tho he already had fans for being a sweetheart he still had a very difficult life. Even though he sang like an angel, his father was against him being a singer and Daesung had to go to school, train after school and be home at 11pm every day. Now that he made it to the group after hard work and being loved by the world and being a worshipped solo act in Japan, he finally lives up to his name, Kang Daesung, a big success.

Lee Seunghyun was training hard in YG before eliminated from the soon debuting group. He didn’t give up though. Even though being away from home and only being 15, he never stopped believing in his dream and after showing others that he has the passion and ability to debut with the group and being absolutely essential part of it, he was given an another chance. Now, at the age of 24 he’s the maknae of a 9 year old group, has his own academy and is a beloved MC in Korea and Japan, he deserves the name Seungri, the victor.

Choi Seunghyun, an overweight underground rapper invited to audition for a real agency, turned down because of his weight but accepted after seeing his hard work. Being the eldest of the trainees he was given hell for not being as talented as the other boys. His thing was rap and he was struggling to get better at everything else required, singing, dancing, etc. Now 9 years after debuting he is declared as one of the sexiest men on earth, worshipped as a rapper and loved as an actor, he’s truly T.O.P in everything.

BIGBANG is a true inspiration. Thank you for your hard work and your dedication.

Kai: thanks for a great show, everybody ♪(´ε` )
Reita: Thanks,all!!!! (image 1)

#dainipponitangeisha #riotcitycherryblossomofimbecility
Ruki: one night has passed. we successfully finished the show at Zepp osaka bayside, that was not only our first time at that venue but also became the scene for our additional tour finale. I’m so thankful to everyone who came. I had the best time and the LIVE was really hot! it was a nice fight. thanks, you guys.
Ruki: the Dainippon Itan Geisha 「Riot City Cherry Blossom of Imbecility」that marked the start of our 15th anniversary. not only to those of you who came to this show from all over the country, but also to the many people we couln’t see but who made us feel their voices and emotions. thank you so much. it made me really happy.
Ruki: having been able to do this LIVE, I could really see a lot of our future. the band is gonna get even bigger and bigger. I promise, I will show this to everyone who has never stopped believing in us. next one is Fuji-Q Highland Conifer Forest. we’re still gonna be doing all sorts of things so look forward to it 🤘🤘

“remove the dependence on the brain’s sensory system”

Don’t trust your senses…WTF!

That’s why we “invented” science and “the tools of science”.

So that Science will interpret everything you need to know, just believe everything science has to tell you as your not capable as an individual to do this for yourself.

This is a personal attack against every human clearly stating that humans cannot trust their sensory selves.

Never allow yourself to be Bullied into thinking that you are less than you are.  You are a powerful, individual creation, quite capable of interpreting everything that this Incredible Earth has to offer, with ALL the senses you were given.

Neil deGrasse Tyson is a paid actor with a very large Ego and a slight self-importance issue as he has surely asserted himself and science clearly above us dumb humans.

My Review of The Originals 4x02 - No Quarter

Can you believe that we’re only 2 episodes into Season 4, but yet it’s already 100% better then TVD’s entire 8 season! I loved this episode, from the minute it started to the moment it ended. I’m sorry but this is why The Originals is far more well developed than TVD. From the storylines to the characters, I mean they just pull you in. And the fact that a season 5 renewal is still up in the air, pisses me off.

Everything about this episode was top notch. Seeing all The Originals back together (minus Finn, Mikael and Esther sadly), is what makes this show amazing. I loved the little bits of comedy with got from Josh and the sassy moments we got from Kol. I especially adored seeing Cami again and watching her interact with Klaus and I couldn’t contain excitement when The Originals came back stronger and more united.

This season has only just started but my god, it’s turning out to be a hell of a good one!


- Favourite Scenes

1. Cami/Klamille!

The first moment Cami appeared on screen the tears were already pouring. I’ve missed her so damn much and to see her again was so bittersweet.

No other relationship that Klaus gets into now or in the future will ever compare to his one with Cami. I’m not just saying that because I’m a Klamille shipper. I’m saying it because this episode along with the whole development of their relationship proves that. Cami will always be Klaus anchor, if you will. She is the only person that gets him to open up, gets him to be vulnerable.

Their dynamic is beautiful, it’s real and it’s one that will never burn out. I love how Klaus had so many other people he could of hallucinated, but he choose Cami. Their connection is undeniably solid and like Klaus said he’ll always carry her with him.

So to be able to see that after 5 years, just made me smile. It made me fall in love with them all over again, and it reminded me that Cami was truly one of the few people that managed to teach Klaus and to show him, that he does have some good within him. She never stopped believing, she never stopped showing how much she cares for him, but most importantly both of them will never stop loving each other.

I won’t lie I’m still bitter that the writers killed her off, considering she still had so much more potential. So in saying that, I do hope that they can at least bring her back again because I love watching Klaus and Cami together.

2. Kol’s Sass
Hands down Kol was one of the highlights this episode! The level of sass and the “I don’t give a fuck” attitude Kol brought was bloody brilliant.

Watching Kol this episode just proved how vital and important he is within the family, and why he shouldn’t be killed off over and over again just for dramatic effect. I know that it comes down to the actor, busy schedules, etc, but I have my fingers crossed that we do see more of Kol. Because The Originals work best when it’s centered around ALL of the family members, and this episode showed us how amazing it is when every family member is present (well minis Finn, because they sure like to kill him off without giving him a proper storyline first, and just when he was starting to get interesting too -__-).

3. Klaus Sees Hope
My heart melted when Klaus looked at Hope for the first time. One of the most interesting storylines this season is most definitely going to be Klaus and Hope’s relationship, and I’m excited to see a part of that play out next episode.

I thoroughly enjoyed the talk Klaus had with Cami about not wanting Hope to have the same life he did, and to me that just shows what a long way Klaus has come. I can’t wait to watch the growing bond that will surely develop between father and daughter, because I’m really curious to see what traits Hope has picked up from Klaus.

- Least Favourite Scene
“Despite being raised by you people, I’m nothing like any of you”. - Marcel Gerard. It wasn’t a least favourite scene, more like a least favourite quote. And when Marcel said the quote above, I instantly didn’t agree with it.

For my perspective, I wouldn’t say that Marcel isn’t like any of The Originals. He may not share the same name, but he does share the same qualities. Both would do absolutely anything to protect the people they love, both would go to extreme measures to defeat their enemies, both would do anything to win and both share the same need and want for control and power. That is why I don’t agree with what Marcel said.

Just because his willing to show mercy (although let’s see how long that lasts), doesn’t mean that makes him different from The Originals. Because they’ve been times when they too have been able to show mercy. Maybe not so much Klaus when we first meet him, but Elijah demonstrated that he can be fair and I’m pretty sure Rebekah has too.

I said in my first review for 4x01 that Klaus and Marcel are different but yet the same, and the “I’m nothing like any of you” part to me, is completely bullshit and false. Because no matter how much Marcel want’s to denial it, he too can be just as brutal, ruthless and power hungry as The Original Family.

- My rating of the episode (it will be a rating out of 10)
I will rate this episode a 9/10

- Favourite quote/line
KLAUS: I miss you Camille
JOSH: Okay, why do you guys even need me? I know I’m adorable but I’m extremely small potatoes
Rebekah: If it’s a trophy you’re after, then you’re not much of a man to begin with
KOL: Save the compliments when he comes to kill us, flattery might give him pause
KOL: Oh for god’s sake, you were never a Mikaelson, get over it.

#6: snapping at each other:

BadBoy!Highschool!5SOS AU:

A/n: Part six is up lovely readers! I’ll admit, Luke’s part is longer than the others, I don’t know man, I started with his so I got carried away. what can I do hehe. enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated, and if you have any suggestions for the next parts then hit me up! 

thanks to Iheartdonkeykong!

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Luke:

Spotting the tall figure at the end of the hall, (y/n) ran with a smile tugging on her lips. She hadn’t seen Luke all morning, although the two walked to school that same day. He had disappeared right after they entered school, and had not attended their shared classes. Running towards him, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, whilst he was taking out his books from his locker.

“Hey! Where’ve you been?” she chirped, unwrapping her arms from his, failing however to notice how frigid his stature was.  “Nevermind, I have so much to tell you! You literally missed the best thing ever!”

(y/n) eagerly started pouring out how their Maths teacher pranked Jace, a fellow classmate who was sleeping in through the class, and then resulted into chewing him out. Her fast talking and overly excited attitude, which he usually found very up-lifting, was rather irritating at the moment.

“Will you just shut it?” he growled at her, his words coming out harsher than anything he has ever said to her. Her words got stuck in her throat upon hearing his cold dismissal, her eyes blinking at him in perplexity.

“Excuse me?” her voice came out weaker than she hoped, her whisper barely audible to him. She didn’t know what could’ve possibly triggered that reaction from him, only aware of how much it stung.

“Look, I’m not in the fucking mood to listen to this, so fucking drop it!” Luke turned to face her, the harsh slam of his locker mimicking the weight of his words. But whilst his first outburst had left her bewildered, his next words made her burn with fury.

“Don’t you dare swear at me like that! Especially since I haven’t done anything wrong to you!” she pointed her index finger at him, her eyes staring at him with so much ferocity he almost stumbled back.

Bumping his shoulder, she walked past him, rage laced with hurt radiating from her. The previous fire that burned with frustration was put out by her words, leaving behind ashes of distress and guilt as soon as he realised that he had lashed out on the wrong person. He had in no way intended to utter those words; he’d actually hoped that they’d both get to hang out during lunch, that being the only appealing thought that got him through the dreadful morning.

Taking a seat in the crowded cafeteria, she struggled to swallow her food. Her mind kept drifting to Luke, her mind quickly noting how he was no where to be seen although his friends were sat at their usual table. She knew for a fact that he didn’t get at chance to have breakfast because he slept in; being aware of that, she couldn’t eat in peace without feeling guilty that he wasn’t. Not that it was any of her fault, she reminded herself, yet the thought of him starving somewhere and feeling pissy didn’t really appeal to her. Gradually, culpability washed over her once she began questionning the whole situation, quickly understanding that there was something that bothered him enough to make him act the way he did. How could she not realize it as soon as she saw him? He had never let her suffer from the aftermath of his problems; so him doing that for the first time alarmed her in a way.

A few grumbled curses escaped Luke’s mouth as his stomach grumbled for the upteenth time. He mentally scolded himself for skipping lunch, but he knew that had he attended, he would’ve definitely taken his frustration either on his friends or on some innocent freshmen. And since he had already let it affect (y/n) that morning, he didn’t really want to add another one to that list.

Lying on the grass with closed eyes, Luke only looked up once he felt someone sit next to him. A smiling (y/n) was definitely not what he expected.

“Hey, grumpy neighbour!” she saluted him, earning a weary glance from him.  Why was she being nice? He was sure that she was very pissed last time he saw her. Before he could mutter any words, she handed him a plastic plate. He just then noticed that she was holding one in her hand as well. He looked down at the crap school burger she handed him, yet in his hungry state, it seemed like the best gift ever.

Luke took a huge bite of out the burger, the lump forming in the back of his throat making it harder for him to chew or swallow. He was overwhelmed by waves of emotion; the simple yet meaningful gesture making his heart swell as tears he refused to show stung his tired eyes. He wanted to scream out a thank you to her, he wanted to not only apologize for being a dickhead, but also because he knew just how much she endured for him. It wasn’t fair.

Instead, he diverted the subject once he was done with his food; “I can’t walk you home today, I’m not going home.” He sent her an apologetic look, even though it wasn’t the first time and surely not the last she’d be walking home on her own.

“Do you want me to tell your mom? In case she worries or…” (y/n) trailed off once she saw how Luke bit his lip and turned his face away, the actions declaring that she might have hit a nerve.

“No. Don’t worry though; I’ll be at Calum’s.” His response was simple, limited, brief. He hadn’t really informed Calum yet, but he knew that his house was always welcoming. He didn’t want to stay at Ashton’s to not bother his younger siblings, and quite frankly Michael’s mother scared him shitless.

He saw the look in (y/n)’s eyes; he saw the concern and the uneasiness, he saw her desire to ask him more, he noticed how she held herself back instead of doing as she wished. It wasn’t fair. Luke knew how much of a burden he was, the realisation flooding him with shame; he was conscious of the fact that he continuously drags her into his own issues yet never really tells her anything about it. And he was no doubtedly, exceptionally thankful for her sole presence in his life. She was the blinding sunshine to his rainy days. He didn’t want to leave her hanging without an explication; he didn’t want to cause her any more distress, but he didn’t really know where to start. Where do you begin telling a story with neither beginning nor an ending?

He ran a rough hand through his blond locks, an exasperate sigh leaving his parted lips. “I got held back by the principal this morning.” He confessed, and it was quite puzzling for (y/n). Not in the ‘Oh my god!” way, but rather in the “That’s it?” way. In all honesty, Luke getting in trouble with the principal wasn’t a first, why would it make him that pissed?

“That shithead called my mom in.” he added with a shake on his head, the story slowly becoming clearer to her. Luke carried on, a dark glare prominently showing in his ctystal blues “Some dumbass crashed Coach’s car, and somehow blaming me seemed easier than looking for the one who did it!”

Luke wanted to carry on, tell her how his mother believed that he was responsible for that, how he didn’t even fight to justify himself, how he refused to show his heartbreak as he slowly started to believe that he’d never stop making his mom feel disappointed.

“I don’t believe her though,” (y/n) broke him out of his self-pitying thoughts; her words making him raise a questionning eyebrow at her. Chuckling at the look he was giving her, “I know for a fact that if it were you, you’d proudly take the blame for it! I mean, crashing a car! You’d probably show it off in front of everyone!” Luke finally cracked a smile at her words; she was a gem.

 Having accomplished her goal, (y/n) lightly ruffled his hair with a fond smile, her very instincts ushering her to protect the boy at all costs. She wanted to take away all of the frustration she knew he felt, she wanted to provide the same comfort he provided for her, if not more. But at the moment, she could only feel grateful that, for the first time, Luke had opened up to her in a way she hadn’t expected. Maybe that meant something.

Calum:

“Babe, come on, just a second.” Calum whined like a child, lying on his stomach next to (y/n) on her bed. He had visited her in the unfortunate time she called doing homework, which by default meant she was not getting distracted by him. But it wasn’t just any homework; it was that stupid Litterature paper she had kept postponing until last minute.

So there she was, struggling to get it done as well as prepare for the next exam in that class. She had never hated a class that much, and it was draining her out.

Calum was definitely not helping, his sole presence too much of a distraction for her, his touch and words making her lose concentration. The puppy eyes he kept giving her almost made her give in, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair momentarily making her stop working. “You can’t ignore me forever darling, just take a little break for me?”

This time, he had gone further, lying on top of her papers in order to gain her attention. That last straw finally earning him a reaction; just not the one he had hoped for.

“Fucking hell Calum! You’re being a royal pain right now so cut it!” she hissed at him, eyes closed in rage, not noticing how she was releasing her stress on him. Calum calmly got up from the bed, exiting her room in utter silence.

Trying to get back to work, she was thankful for the new found silence, yet couldn’t think of anything besides the guilt that was filling up her edges. She couldn’t help overthinking about his slience; overall, his whole composure scared her. “Focus!”  She yelled at herself, growing more and more exasperate due to her lack of concentration. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to get any work done, not as long as Calum was mad at her, not as long as she didn’t know where he was.

Hopping off her bed with a thud, she ran out of room determined to chase after him, to apologize for her unfairness. What she didn’t expect was to find him sitting on the couch in the living room, eyes fixed on the TV. Slumping her shoulders in relief, she walked towards him, plopping next to him.

“Hey” she whispered to him, her eyes scanning over his face. No response. (y/n) looked down at her lap, her heart sinking once she didn’t get an answer from him.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’m struggling with homework, and you were distracting me, and I know it’s not an excu-“

“I’m not mad cause you snapped at me.” Calum stopped her rambling, his head whipping around to face her, his expression unreadable.

“Why are you mad then?” she looked up to meet his eyes, a frown etched upon her face. Calum reached out to lace his fingers with hers, his eyes diverting towards their intertwined hands.

“You’re supposed to come to me if something’s bothering you. I know nothing about this whole relationship thing, but I do know that a good boyfriend should do that much.” (y/n)’s heart fluttered at his nervous words, the boy in front of her never ceasing to amaze her.

“Cal, you are a good boyfriend.” She cooed at him, the word ‘boyfriend’ still making her giddy as she spoke it. They were still new to the whole thing, both of them caring deeply about eachother enough to want it to work. “I should’ve told you, I’m sorry” she smiled sheepishly at him, him mimicking her instantly.

“How about I let you study in peace, but once you’re done I get to have your undevided attention?” he bargained, his face leaning in. Dodging his lips and pecking his nose instead, (y/n) nodded her head, chuckling at his adorable pout.

Surely, he had let her work her homework in peace, before dragging her back to the couch in order to watch some random movie he picked.

Michael:

“I worked really hard for that stupid test! It’s not fair for her to grade it that way!” (y/n) sat next to Michael by her locker, she couldn’t stop complaining about the latest test they took. She reeked of disappointment and anger, their English teacher being the subject of her threats. She had worked hard through her endless chifts at the Café and managed to prepare for it despite the amount of schoolwork she was drowning in, so no, getting a C+ wasn’t satisfying enough for her, not when she was aware of her hard work.

Michael rolled his eyes at her, his eyes turning dangerously dark as he faced her. “Oh, for fuck’s sake (y/n)! You messed up a test, you’ll be able to make it up later on so will you stop it with your complaining? It’s been hours!” he blurted out, his hand throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he turned around to leave.

Back at her locker, she was left with her mouth wide open, heart beating against her ribcage in the most painful way ever. Michael. Michael had never said such a thing to her, not after they became friends, not after she opened up to him. True, she has been complaining for a while, but Michael seemed to listen. Besides, he has never really stopped her when she was talking, knowing how that made her feel.

Michael’s mood was making him more aggravated than usual, even the simplest thing managed to get him off. But only upon hearing the shaky breath (y/n) took in had he realized what he had done. How could he have said those things to her? It wasn’t right to make her a victim of his low mood, nor was it acceptable to tell her that when he had witenessed just how hard she worked.

Abrubtly turning on his heels, he turned back towards her choking out his words “Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for saying what I did, I honestly didn’t mean it. But my mind’s a bloody mess right now, and things are just not right…” Michael rambled, his eyes betraying the inner hurricane he was trying to supress.

(y/n) gingerly took Michael’s hand in her, offering him a little smile before pulling him towards the exit. But she hadn’t even taken two steps before he abruptly planted his feet on the groud, stopping her from moving. He tugged he back, his eyes silently questionning her. She sighed, moving closer to him; “You’re in a bad mood. Being in school will only make it worse, so… Why don’t we just get out?” she hinted with a sly smile on her face.

“You? Are asking me? To skip?” Michael’s smirk grew wider, the thought her skipping with him making him a little surprised since she had declined the offer every single time he mentionned it. (y/n) hummed in response, her hands tugging his, urging him to start moving.

And he almost does. He almost allows himself to follow her until his mind brings up the one thing he was scared shitless of; he didn’t to add her to the list of things his touch ruined.

Admittedly, he had asked her himself to do so before, but having her actually say yes to the offer wasn’t as satisfying as he thought it’d be; he wouldn’t bare the thought of corrupting her, fearing that he’d turn her into the Fuckup he somehow convinced himself he was.

“Wait! Wait… Why are you doing this? You never skip; I’m not letting you skip because of me.” Michael did not however miss the exaggerated eye roll he received from her “Mikey, you’re not making me do anything. I want to do it, ok? So are you coming or what?” she raised a daring eyebrow at Michael, walking backwards away from him, a tempting smile on her face. Chuckling to himself, Michael finally obliged.

“You don’t even know what’s wrong.” Michael broke the silence they were walking in, the question he wanted to ask her ever since they walked out of school coming out.

(y/n) shrugged, her teeth biting down on her lower lip, “I don’t. But I can guess.” She mumbled, second guessing whether she should’ve said it. Did she want him to know that she noticed? That she noticed more things about him than she let out on.

Michael was quiet for a while, wondering if it’s safe to open up the already ajar door. “What might that guess be?” he spoke at last, taking a seat at a bench. Joining him, (y/n) looked at him cautiously before answering him.

“Trouble at home?” Michael let out a breathy laugh, but to her ears it sounded like his loudest cry. “It’s suffocating.” Were the only words he spoke, his eyes never looking up from the ground.

As soon as he spoke, he felt (y/n) drape her arms around him, her head resting on his shoulder. It was the only consolation she was able to offer him at the moment, her previous doubts coming to life. And maybe that wasn’t enough to solve all of his problems or fix a thing, but it was enough to make him feel better; her hand tightly clasping his anchoring him, her arms around him sheltering him in a way.

Ashton:

Running a hand roughly through her hair, (y/n) groaned at the agonizing headache she was trying so hard to forget about. Chemistry class was dragging slower than usual, the minutes left til the bell rang getting longer and longer. She silently cursed at the drumming on the table, caused by none other than her lab partner.

“Ash, can you stop please?” she asked him through closed eyes, her head resting against her forearm. Humming as a response, Ashton’s hands stopped banging on the table only to start a couple minutes after on his thighs. Sighing loudly for him to hear, (y/n) put her hand on top of his, silently shushing him. She felt bad for stopping him, especially since she knew how boring the class was, but the pounding in her head was only getting worse due to the noise.

Just as the turbulence decreased, making her pain more bearable, the drumming started once more. Ashton wasn’t even aware of his fingers mindlessly tapping the table to the beat stuck in his head, not until his partner lifted her head up with so much force he was startled.

“Would you freaking stop that! I asked you twice already, so please! Knock it off.” Ashton only then noticed the dark half moons resting beneath her eyes. The silent following her outburst was getting suffocating, not only because Ashton had instantly diverted his eyes from her, but also because it alarmed her that the whole class had seen it. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the idiotic girl to receive what she was looking for by playing with the big bad wolf. With eyes wide open, they all followed the scene, curiosity bubbling inside. How could she be brave enough to yell at him? Wasn’t she aware of who he was? Maybe they all knew that she was different than the rest, that she was an exception for him, that they’d never witness the downfall they were all waiting for; nonetheless, they still waited.

“Ashton, please stop!” (y/n) tried to catch up with the long-legged giant. The remorse becoming insupportable as he didn’t even bother her during class as he used to, he didn’t even attempt to crack any jokes. She chased after him right after they exited the classroom, knowing that an explanation was needed.

“Asht-“ She stopped as she almost bumped into him due to his abrupt stop. Exhaling a finally, she eyed him as he stood cross-armed in front of her as if asking her what?

“I’m sorry for yelling at you during class, I have this terrible headache and you were being noisy and I just couldn-“ (y/n) closed her mouth once she felt Ashton’s cold hand making contact with her forehead, a sigh leaving his lips.

“You also have a fever.” He concluded, stepping back to examine her face furthermore. “Why did you come to school in this state? And why didn’t you tell me that you were sick?” he scolded her, his hazel eyes however showing the utmost concern.

“Am I suppost to tell you when I’m feeling sick?” she chuckled lightly, the buzzing in her head still not dissipating.

Ashton however did not laugh, still feeling uneasy about her state, “Yes! You’re supposed to tell me so I don’t end up being a complete dumbass and make it worse!” (y/n) instanly smiled at his words, his obvious concern for her making her feel blissful.

Wrapping her arms around his torso, (y/n) rested her head against his chest, enjoying the warmth and the security his embrace provided, giving her something else to think about beside her pounding head.

“Come on, baby girl, I’ll drive you home.” Ashton mumbled into her ear, mindful to keep his voice as low as possible, not wanting to aggravate her state even more.

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