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cinammonelles · 8 months ago
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I want to talk about this page in particular because the implications here are so riveting.
Lavi is currently 19. Allen is believed to be 16.
Which means that either
The Bookmen are lying
Bookman Jr. did die then and Allen either didn't age the first few years or his age got fucked up multiple times before he met Mana
The first seems highly improbable at this point tbh. If the Bookmen were planning to make Allen take the poison to make him remember his past then lying about when Past!Junior (presumably) died seems counterintuitive and would only make Allen mistrust them more once he was in full possession of his memories.
It doesn't seem like Allen de-aged to an infant. He says his earliest memories are from when he was in the circus. Even if he did age back to an infant, he would've needed caretakers and nothing in the story suggests he had any.
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(Note how little Allen doesn't have his Innocence in the last panel. What the fuck does this mean Hoshino.)
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Allen looks perhaps 4-5 in both of these panels. If Past!Junior died over 19 years ago and Allen aged linearly since then, then he would have to be 23+ by now. Even considering the possibility that he aged back to an infant, he he should be 19+ by now and he looks barely over 17.
We can assume that he must've aged in a somewhat even fashion once he joined the circus because otherwise the performers would've commented on it at some point of time.
What happened in the years between Junior dying and little Allen getting into the circus? Was he in a child's body till he acquired his Innocence? How did he even acquire his Innocence in the first place?
There's also a final possibility that came to me while I was writing this post— Lavi was born while Past!Junior was still alive. He was born with the 'mark' because Past!Junior was no longer fit to be a Junior. I genuinely have no idea how Hoshino will explain this. Will it be some sort of corruption? Memory loss? Chronic illness?
All of them seem equally unlikely options at this point. But so did the possibility of Allen and Bookman Jr. being different people before this chapter :)
Either ways, this was a very intriguing chapter and I'm looking forward to whatever Hoshino has in store for us.
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xxplastic-cubexx · 3 days ago
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chat ima blow up i think i need him
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0ann3 · 1 year ago
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Doodle of the twins before studying-
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moonlit-tia · 1 year ago
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rubiatinctorum · 3 months ago
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absolutely horrible that i can't change my hair length at random because when i look at photos from when my hair was shorter i consider getting my hair cut shorter again but then when i look at photos from when my hair is longer i want to keep it long. this could be solved through magic and no other solution.
#rubia speaks#GIVE ME A HOWL MOVINGCASTLE HAIR POTION!!!!!!!!!#i dont even want to change my hairstyle i like it long!!!!!!! but it's been long for most of the 2020s minus like 6 or 8 months#long for 2013 and 14 short for 15 16 17 18 and 19 long in 2020 and part of 2021 short for end of 21 long in 22 23 and 2024...#i keep seeing old photos where my hair is short and i wish i realised back then how cute i was!!!!!!!#but yeah i feel like it's time to change it up soon again but at the same time i dont want to!!!! i want to keep it long!!!!!!#even if it means i look the same in photos from 3 different years consecutively or longer#and can't pick out the year just from my hairstyle (or even that and clothing) like i used to be able to#i got to the point where i'm totally satisfied with my hair and makeup and clothing styles that i don't feel like i need to change it#but the tradeoff is that years in photos don't look very distinct anymore#great for things like author photos and profile pics i don't have to replace as often#but not great for feeling like the years are distinct instead of blending into each other like smeared paint#2017 is easy i dressed pretty emo. 2018 is easy i was into 1980s inspired looks. 2019 was a lot of stevie nicks inspired style#2022-2024 just don't have year by year definition stylistically for me and that feels kind of. idk. weird?#but this was supposed to be the goal. find a style i wanted to keep and could easily maintain and feel good abt. this was the plan
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naildesigns24 · 4 months ago
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Short Hairstyles for Women Over 70
Are you ready to rock your 70s with style And confidence? If The answer is “yes,” then buckle up, because we’re about to dive into The fabulous world of short hairstyles tailored just for you! Let’s face it—age is just A number. And when it comes to hair, The possibilities are endless. Whether you’re looking to refresh your look, save time on styling, or simply embrace A bold new you, short…
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healthy-hair-blogs · 10 months ago
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beautynetllc · 1 year ago
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bumpscosity · 1 year ago
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And the collection grows once more
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fuckyeahchinesefashion · 1 year ago
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easy hairstyles for short hair by 叶芳伶
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creatingblackcharacters · 1 month ago
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What many may see when you say "waves", versus what I may see when you say "waves":
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(wondering what else you default to in your mind? have a whole lesson on breaking that habit!)
Just an example of a hairstyle obtained with a durag and a lot of time and effort!
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If you're wondering how they pulled this particular one off, here:
Even short hairstyles, and hairstyles deemed "masculine", take time and care! When you decide on a hairstyle for your Black characters, take the time to research the maintenance. Not only might it help to make your story more believable and intentional in the small details, but you'll also learn about other people's cultures. There's no loss in education!
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htlifestyle · 2 years ago
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5 Easy Hairstyles For Every Ocassion | What Women Want | HT Lifestyle
For most of our physical attributes, the majority of us take our hair very personally. Well-cut and treated hair adds the greatest sense of style to our personality. People tend to experiment with their hair quite often, particularly during festivities. For women, it is kind of like a birthright. The first thing that people ask after a hairdo is ‘Kaise lag rahe hain baal?’. If you too are feeling that you have been stuck with the same hairstyle and want a change, here are 5 hairstyles you can try.
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juvabun · 2 years ago
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mirohlayo · 2 months ago
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F1 DRIVERS AND
QUIET ACTS OF LOVE
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( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )
warning : none, fluff
─ OSCAR PIASTRI
Zipping/buttoning your jacket. It has become a habit, almost a reflex for him. He is reserved and calm by nature, so showing his feelings in public is not easy for him. But some of his little actions are proof that he only has eyes for you. Like zipping your jacket before going outside. You're so used to him doing it that you just wait for him to approach you, before zipping your jacket up to your neck, to make sure you don't catch a cold. With a little kiss to finish on the forehead, as a gift.
─ LANDO NORRIS
Tying your shoes when the laces flying around. You don't really know why, but your shoelaces always tend to come undone throughout the day. So, you often stopped to tie them again, and Lando ended up noticing. Since that day, you have never touched your shoelaces again. There will always be that adorable boy with curly hair who will tie your shoelaces before they can even come undone, because there's no way his girl is going to get hurt by tripping over them.
─ CHARLES LECLERC
Pulling you closer when you're cold. It might be the cutest thing he could do. Often the weather is terrible, and you always find yourself shivering with only a few layers of clothing on you. Not enough to warm you up. But your boyfriend is always close to you, and especially ready to pull you closer to his body when he sees you trembling, frozen in place. He gently pulls you by the waist, taking care that his arm surrounds you and that his body can warm you quietly.
─ CARLOS SAINZ
Wiping something off your face. Oh, it's definitely an excuse from him so that he can admire your face or just touch you even for a short while. He's always trying to find every little detail or disturbing thing on your face, just so he can enjoy your beauty and caress your soft skin. You're not even surprised anymore when you notice that he has several packs of tissues in his bag just in case you get something on your face. After all, his princess has to keep her angelic face.
─ LEWIS HAMILTON
Encouraging words for no reason. Everyone can be in a bad mood and sometimes have boring, depressing days. And when that's the case for you, you're not sad for a long time because Lewis is always, always there to reassure you. Encourage you. To remind you how beautiful, glowing and just...perfect you are. But it's even better when he whispers these words to you for no good reason. Just him, his love for you, and his devotion. It's his job to make you smile, to encourage you because after all that's what the woman of his dreams deserves.
─ GEORGE RUSSEL
Know how you take your coffee. You like, no, you love coffee. No matter how it is prepared, coffee remains the drink you can never live without. However, you have a specific order that you order every time. You thought it was only you who knew the secret, until the day Georges brought you a cup of coffee, the same one you order every day. You're not sure how he found out, but he knows he always makes you happy when he sees you flash a big smile as he brings you your favorite coffee.
─ MAX VERSTAPPEN
Fixing your hair. The wind, your number one sworn enemy. Your hair, the thing Max loves most about you. It's so soft and so... shiny. He loves every hairstyle you do, and if you ask him which haircut he prefers on you, oh boy would say that choosing one is as hard as winning an F1 championship. So, naturally, it's a no-brainer for him to fix your hair when it's tangled or messy. Brushing your hair, smelling your shampoo, there is nothing more relaxing for him. Maybe you will even catch him having a small brush in his bag, just in case.
─ DANIEL RICCIARDO
Always gives first bite of food. For many, food is sacred. But for Daniel, it's his way of showing his love for you. He has gotten into this habit of offering you the first bite of the food he orders. Just to see your eyes light up and your smile widen as you enjoy his dish. He could literally die for this side of you, so giving him his first bite isn't a horror but rather a new chance to see you happy. And of course, he will ask you if you find it good. Otherwise, he won't take that food any more.
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beautyandhealthtips123 · 2 years ago
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prettyfastcars · 1 month ago
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wreck my plans | gym trainer!lewis
Summary: Who wouldn’t have a crush on Lewis? He was perfect in every way possible. But he was also your trainer and some lines can’t be crossed… right? 
Themes: smut, explicit language, fluff, gym trainer!lewis
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“You need help stretching?” 
Your whole body felt hot at the sound of his voice. And it had nothing to do with the full cardio session you had just had. You looked up and met Lewis’ eyes through the mirror, and gave him a shy smile as you nodded. 
God damn, you thought, who would pass up that opportunity in their right mind? 
Lewis was just that guy. He was always happy, always smiling, always willing to help anyone who walked through the doors of the gym he owned. He made the whole experience just so much better. 
You’d been coming to his gym for a little over a year now and ever since day one, he’s been such a positive influence on you. He was also drop dead gorgeous, and a real good reason why you always wanted to show up at the gym in cute hairstyles and cute outfits. He was such a motivation. 
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a tiny crush on him which grew every single time you met him. How could you not? He was so dreamy. Perfect face, perfect skin, perfect body. He was smart, kind, and sweet. He had nice hair, and fuck he always looked so good walking around. 
The first time you watched him lift weights you damn near passed out. He somehow looked extra good when he was sweaty. 
And right now, as he helped you stretch your limbs in front of the huge mirrors, your mind went straight to the gutter like it always did. Well, it is kind of an intimate thing to help someone stretch after a workout. Both of you were sweaty and hot, breathing kind of heavy, and he was so close. 
Each time he helped you stretch or cool down after a session, you always wondered if you were overthinking every little thing. Was he touching you more than necessary or was it normal for his hand to linger at your hips like that? Was he just being nice by moving your hair out of your face like that? Was it your imagination or was that really what you thought it was in his gym shorts basically glaring at you? 
No, stop. You’re being inappropriate! 
You shook your head and hissed and groaned through the stretching. 
“That hurts, huh?” He teased, playfully. Like he always does. 
You blew out a loud breath and said, “Yup, it’s always my hips and thighs that bother me.” 
He applied just the slightest bit of pressure as you were stretching your legs and you hissed out loud. Lewis chuckled, which made you glare at him through the mirror. Gods… he was such a beautiful man. Especially with his braids untied like this. 
“Sorry,” He mumbled, “You want the foam roller?” 
“No,” You were quick to say. “That thing is demonic.” 
Lewis laughed then playfully patted your thigh, completely oblivious to the way that made your heart skip a beat. “Okay then, I think we’re good. You’ll be a little sore tomorrow but hey, you did great today.” 
“Thanks.” You basked under the praise like it was the sun. 
“See you later then?” He asked. This had become like a little routine. After your workouts, you’d usually head for the showers while Lewis did a last check and closed for the night. And normally you two walked to the parking lot together where you said your goodbyes and drove off. 
“Yeah,” You gathered your things and said, “See you!” 
It was late, and as usual, you were the only person left. Which meant that you had the showers all to yourself.  
But things happened slightly differently tonight… 
You headed for the showers as usual, but there was this burning desire inside you which felt like it was trying to claw its way out. No matter how much you tried to push aside those wild thoughts you kept having about your trainer, they wouldn’t leave your head. 
And while you showered, hot water falling on your sore body, it was simply too easy to just give in and slide your hand in between your legs, imagining that it was his hand that touched you. It was so easy to imagine it was his tattooed fingers sliding inside you. 
You leaned against the cold tiles, the sound of the falling water concealing your gasps and moans as you came. Fuck. You needed this quick release after all that touching while he helped you stretch earlier. 
You calmed your breathing and racing heart before stepping under the water again, finishing your shower and wrapping a fluffy towel around you. Since there was no one else in the changing area, you figured you could dry off and get changed there. Like you always do. 
But the moment you stepped out of the shower, you heard a familiar voice saying, “You do this often? Masturbate while thinking of me?” 
You looked up, eyes widening as you spotted Lewis standing there with a cocky, dirty smirk on his face. Muscular arms crossed over his perfect torso while he leaned against the lockers. 
You screamed and ran back into the showers and locked the door, leaning against it while you breathed heavily, unable to process what the fuck just happened. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can you die right now? Like right now??? 
You could hear Lewis laughing outside. Sounding as cocky and proud as any male would in this situation. 
“Oh my god.” You groaned out loud. This cannot be happening. This has to be one of those really embarrassing dreams. 
“Hey,” He knocked on the door you were leaning against. “Can we at least talk about it?” 
“No,” You whined. “Let me die and rot here in shame, please.” 
He laughed again. “Oh come on, let’s be grown ups about this. Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s okay.” He tried to sound as supportive as possible, but all he did was sound even more teasing. 
“Please, Lewis.” You groaned again. 
He sighed, then when he spoke up again you could almost hear that mischievous smirk on his pretty lips. “You know, I think it’s unfair that you touch yourself while thinking of me but won’t let me even see it.” 
You groaned out loud again. He laughed again, then knocked again. “Come on, babygirl. Open up.” 
“I can’t.” Your voice came out muffled because you had your face hopelessly hidden in your hands, unable to even face yourself. 
“You can’t hide in there forever.” He reasoned. “Your clothes and stuff are all out there. You’re gonna get cold.” 
Oh great. He probably even saw the ridiculous floral set of underwear you had pulled out of your gym bag earlier. 
“I’ll just die here, thanks.” 
He laughed again. “Look, just come out.” 
Come on. Be a big girl. Realistically, you had to face him anyway. 
“You won’t laugh?” You asked, even though he’d already done so. 
“No,” He said, sounding sincere. “I promise.” 
You opened the door sheepishly, and stepped out while keeping your eyes down and focusing on his shoes. You groaned once you faced him completely. “Look, Lewis, I’m–,” 
“Shh, it’s okay.” He cut you off, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you closer. “Look at me.” 
You kept your eyes on the tattoos around his collar bones that peeked out from under his tight tank top. 
“You weren’t so shy when you were moaning my name just now.” He pointed out, stepping closer and sounding cocky again. You wanted to die all over again. 
“Stop,” You whined, helpless and vulnerable in just your fluffy towel. 
He chuckled, then grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his huge, pretty, brown eyes. “Why didn’t you just ask me to help?” 
Your face felt hot again. “I– what?” 
He gave you a sly smirk. “You know, I would’ve helped if you’d asked me to. I’m pretty sure I would’ve done a much better job than your own fingers did.” 
Okay. Now you really wanted to die. 
You tried to pull away and hide your face again, but he didn’t let you. Instead, he leaned in a little more and waited to see if you’d protest or hesitate. But you didn’t. You remained so still, unable to think about anything else other than how you wanted him. All of him. 
Lewis chuckled before he leaned in for a kiss. Then it all happened so quickly, and with your eyes closed and completely lost in his kiss, you could barely keep track of what was happening as he pulled you closer, picked you up and slammed your back against the wall beside the door you’d just walked out of – all while kissing you hungrily, like he’d been wanting to do that his whole life. 
You couldn’t even form a proper thought as his tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss. Your hands cupped his face as he held you tightly against him. Your core pressed against his firm body as his mouth moved perfectly against yours, driving you crazy.
Your towel came undone in the process and soon, it fell to the ground and neither of you cared. 
He groaned into the kiss as you pressed your hot, wet, naked body against him. He smiled and spread your bare legs apart just a little so he could be closer to you. His hands held you up, securely against him like you weighed nothing. He had a very firm grip on your thigh, his other hand placed right under your ass – holding you up while he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.
His soft, pink lips left yours momentarily to kiss along your jaw, and down your neck, nibbling on your skin and making you moan out loud. “You wanna see what I would do if I was in there?” He asked. “Do you, baby?” 
You could only moan quietly as his hot mouth on your skin drove you insane. 
He pulled away from you for a moment, and stared into your eyes again. “Please tell me you want this too.” He looked you dead in the eyes. His pink lips were slightly swollen. 
You nodded, biting your lip mindlessly at the feral and passionate look in his eyes. He gently brought his hand up to your face, his thumb carefully pulled your lip back, making you release it.
“Let me do that. I’ve been wanting to.” He said. 
Fuck. 
He smirked and leaned in again to kiss you again, and bite your lower lip, tugging on it gently. “I want you,” he whispered against your open mouth, making you lightheaded.  
Feeling a rush of confidence, you reached out and touched him, running your hand down his chest, and sliding your hand into his gym shorts, while he slipped his hand in between your legs.
You were wet, he could tell as he ran his knuckles along your wet folds, smearing your arousal around in the process. He hissed, and chuckled right in your ear as you pulled his cock out and stroked it gently.
He slipped two fingers inside you and grunted in your ear as he felt your warm, wet walls instantly welcoming him in. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the spots he knew you wanted him too.
“Lewis…” you whimpered and closed your eyes when he leaned down and nibbled on your skin around your collar bones. You rocked your hips against his hand involuntarily, and he chuckled as you moaned out loud while he touched you.
“See?” He taunted, “I told you my fingers would feel better than yours did.” 
You moaned again, but gasped in disbelief when he pulled his fingers away and kissed you again instead, holding you tightly against him. With your legs wrapped around his lean waist, his cock briefly brushed against your wet folds in the process and you moaned wantonly through the kiss. He did too. 
You felt him smirk into the kiss as he aligned his tip with your entrance. Then slowly, inch by inch, he pushed himself into you. Stretching you out as he went. His nails digging into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours clawing at his shoulders as he filled you up nicely. 
You were both panting by the time he filled you up entirely. “Oh fuck…” You gasped. 
“Fuck, baby…” He breathed heavily, giving you a second or two to adjust to his size before he started rocking in and out of you. 
You felt all of him, each stroke making you lose your damn mind. 
“You’re so fucking tight…,” He whispered against your cheek, more so to himself, and it made your face feel all hot again. “I waited so fucking long for this, and fuck, you feel better than I imagined, baby.” 
He was perfect, and you were moaning against his cheek in no time. Occasionally wincing in pain because despite everything, your body was still sore from earlier. But fuck, everything felt good with him. The pleasure and the pain. 
“This is all you needed, huh?” He cooed into your ear, slowing down for just a minute. Just so he could fuck deeper into you, grabbing you at the curve of your ass, holding you against him, as he gradually sped up into you. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, gently biting down on your shoulder as he let out a smug laugh, “All those times I helped you stretch after your workouts, or when I corrected your forms, I bet you were so turned on each time, huh?”  
You kept your eyes shut, even as he pulled away and you were certain he was looking at you. 
He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Tell me, babygirl. Is this what you do after each session with me? You hide in here and touch yourself while you whisper my name and pretend it’s me touching you, hmm?” 
“Please,” You begged, gasping for air. He felt too good. You were so full. And you just needed to come again. 
His mouth soon found yours and he nibbled on your bottom lip and you let out ragged breaths, your moans getting louder and louder each time his cock stroked your walls. 
“That’s it, get louder for me. There’s no one here but us, baby. No one can hear us.” 
You felt the pressure forming, fiery and pressing inside you. Lewis nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was his perfect body moving against you. 
“So fucking good…” he mumbled softly against your skin while he fucked you faster, occasionally growling at how good you felt around him. “Perfect little cunt for me.” 
Your throbbing clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he buried himself completely in you, and he soon quickened his pace – earning louder moans and mewls from you. 
“Maybe this can be part of our little routine, huh? Maybe this is the stretching you need after each workout.” He whispered in your ear as he pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the wall with each thrust. 
You could hear the wet sounds that he caused each time he pushed himself into you and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other was downright sinful. 
He moaned your name right into your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your thighs burned, and your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly. 
“Are you gonna come for me, babygirl? You’ll come like a good fucking girl for me, won’t you?”
You felt like you were losing your mind. The pleasure, the soreness, the pain, fuck, all of it was too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. 
You came undone, screaming his name in the process. Walls clenching around him, nails scratching down his shoulders, neck, and back and a loud moan erupting from your mouth – he made you come like no one ever did before. 
His thrusts became irregular and he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, growling when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. 
He didn’t pull out immediately after the two of you came.
Your trembling arms held onto his shoulders still, and he gripped your waist, holding you carefully pressed against the wall and his muscular body. He took his time kissing you before he pulled away to look at you.
You realized your legs were numb as he pulled out of you and finally placed you back on your feet. He noticed you were still shaking so he held you firmly against him, wrapping his strong arms around your frame.
“You okay, babygirl?” He asked, kissing your forehead and just holding you. 
You placed your cheek against his chest and felt his heart racing, just like yours was. “Yeah.” You murmured. 
“We need to get cleaned up and get out of here.” Then he sighed and said, “You ruined my plans.” 
You frowned then pulled away to look at him. “What?” 
He gave you a one of his smirks and said, “Well the plan was to ask you out on a date first, and then fuck you. But you…” He trailed off, chuckling. “Anyway, can I take you out for dinner now?” 
You couldn’t help but smile at him, and nod.  
Well, then. 
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