#Justin Lower

[karmathenightowl]

LOOK JUSTIN SAID IT NOT ME

[tentacle-therapissed]

'Justin Bologna breaks down'. ‘JB had anxiety’. 'JB's movie got taken over'. 'Ryan yelled at JB'.

GOOD!!! If you harass your employees, I hope they and their family and friends make your life hell, because you fucking deserve it!!

The way that every thing that he releases and when, is just straight from the legally verified wife beater, JD's playbook.

!!! The Nicepool sketch hurt his feelings because it was an accurate and needed criticism of his weaponization of feminism to cover his misogynistic tracks.

[blueclearcloud]

for anyone wondering if ace attorney has ever been here before with names.

[rickchung]

Beetlejuice x Queen Elizabeth Theatre x Downtown. (via Matthew Murphy).

Broadway Across Canada brings its touring production of the stage adaptation of the 1988 Tim Burton gothic comedy classic starring Justin Colette as the eponymous bio-exorcist demon terrorizing a family home. It's a surprisingly joyful musical despite the inherently dark themes about death, ghosts, and other funhouse horrors. From the energetic music to the dazzling choreography and inventive production design, this Beetlejuice makes enough smart contemporary changes to the late-'80s material to keep things friendlier and less icky despite some expertly delivered crude jokes, lewd one-liners, and choice swears. There's so much fun to the haunted spectacle.

Hillary Porter (as Miss Argentina) and tour company.

Running live on stage until Jan. 26.

[thenerdsofcolor]

The Cast of 'Star Trek: Lower Decks' Discuss the Fifth and Final Season

We speak with the main cast of Star Trek: Lower Decks Season 5 on what adventures wait for the USS Cerritos. Continue reading The Cast of ‘Star Trek: Lower Decks’ Discuss the Fifth and Final Season

[cobra-creampuff]

i have so much love in my heart for travis. he was So Much this episode and justin was audibly annoyed with him, and everything he did was endearing to me anyway. 💕

[lavendernarwhal72]

I felt like this was a good time to share this with you all. It came to me in a dream, and now I have to inflict it on everyone else

[image ID: a photo of a younger Justin Bieber edited to look like Brad Boimler, he has purple hair and a red Lower Decks Starfleet uniform. End ID]

[quibbs126]

Maybe it’s just me, but does anyone else think Financier Cookie sounds kind of like the voice for Justine Courtney in Miles is a Robot?

I dunno, the thought just came to me

[placeinthisworld]

what’s happened with Selena 🫢 (I don’t really keep up with her but now I’m nosy)

SO normally I don’t either but I’ve seen a few people talk about it so I did some research and it looks like Selena has confirmed her relationship with some producer, but Selena fans are saying that he’s publicly shaded her and has talked about her and Justin Biebers relationship (apparently taking his side) and she’s being REALLYYYY embarrassing on instagram liking/ commenting things about him like “he has my heart” “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been” sound familiar 🫢 and it’s….its a choice she’s definitely making on the internet

[beachyserasims]

♡ Intimate Moments | Justin & Jasmine |GENEVA ISLAND

~ Transcript below ~

* Jasmine and Justin are in the kitchen together*

Justin: So…things between you and Blakes… it seems like whenever either of you are around each other the tension is crazy… and well, I’m probably partially to blame for that. So I wanted to apologize for any awkward feelings because of me.

Jasmine : Oh my gosh, no! don’t even worry about it. I’m sorry that you notice the tension… It’s definitely my issue though, I just never imagined I would find myself in a situation like this.. Its beyond confusing…

Justin: I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now. I don’t mean to pry but if I may, is there any reason you two are fighting or is it just 100% because of me?

Jasmine: Well, I mean, you are turning my head a little, I can’t deny. But I think the underlying issue for me is once again my past.

Justin: How so?

Jasmine: I’ve been bullied for so much of my life, it really has affected me in every single way. And so I could never stand to be with someone who is a bully… and I’ve seen Blakes… Well, ever since you’ve arrived and we clicked like we have, its made him so upset… and then he actually took it out on the other islanders… I can’t get that image out of my head, and ever since then I’ve been seriously wondering if we are meant to be together at all… and I feel so bad because we rushed into things way too fast… I feel like I fucked everything up, majorly.

Justin: Don’t be too hard on yourself! The way you feel is totally valid, and you followed your heart right? That’s what we are meant to do here. You know, they call this whole thing an experiment for a reason. There are no right or wrong ways to be here… Besides, nothing in life is ever black or white, there is so much grey area… no one can judge you for doing what is best for yourself on a show that is about you finding love! Things are coming to light, and maybe they are meant to, and perhaps this is your chance to do what is best for you…

Jasmine: I think you might be right…

* Jasmine and Justin kiss *

The Start || Episode #1 || Previous || Next

[rickchung]

CBC News x "Iconic Expo 86 'McBarge' Partially Capsized".

The McBarge was a beloved showcase of Vancouver's world fair in 1986 and a nautical, nostalgic star for many British Columbians, but it is now "McCapsized" in the Fraser River.

[reasonsforhope]

"Canada's parliament has passed a bill that that will cover the full cost of contraception and diabetes drugs for Canadians.

The Liberal government said it is the initial phase of a plan that would expand to become a publicly funded national pharmacare programme.

The government estimates one in five Canadians struggle to pay for prescription drugs.

The federal government still has to negotiate individual funding commitments with Canada's provinces and territories.

A report from parliament's budget watchdog estimates this bill will increase federal spending by C$1.9bn ($1.3bn; £1bn) over the next five years.

Canadians currently pay for prescription drugs through a mix of private, public and out-of-pocket plans.

The programme will cover 100% of the cost of diabetes and contraception medication for those who do not have drug plan coverage, and out-of-pocket costs for those who do.

The federal government estimates that nine million Canadian women of reproductive age will have access to common types of contraception under the plan.

Birth-control pills and IUDs can cost between C$100 and C$300 a year.

The Society of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists of Canada hailed the ball as a "historic achievement".

"Women across the country will be able to make choices about contraception based on what's best for their lives, not their wallets," it said.

In addition, some 3.7 million Canadians have been diagnosed with diabetes.

Diabetes drugs covered include insulin - for people with type 1 and type 2 diabetes, which can cost between C$900 and C$1,700 a year - and Metformin, which helps lower blood sugar levels for people with type 2 diabetes.

Speaking to reporters on Thursday from the Association of Southeast Asian Nations Summit, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau called the bill's passage "real progress" and urged provinces to quickly move forward with signing agreements.

The federal health minister has said he hopes that some provinces will have the plan in place by the end of this year, with all on board by next spring."

-via BBC, October 11, 2024

[v6quewrlds]

LOVE ME NOT, JUSTIN HERBERT.

pairing⠀⁎⠀justin herbert x reader. word count⠀⁎⠀3.3k.

summary⠀⁎⠀justin isn't a jealous guy. at least that's what he thinks until his girlfriend catches everyone's attention.

author's note⠀⁎⠀pouty, moody pisces men >>> warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, smut, oral (m. receiving), 3rd person (she/her)

"Sweetheart, can you grab the ketchup from the fridge?" Justin's voice carried over the sizzle of the grill, where the aroma of barbecue ribs filled the air.

She looked up from her conversation with Quentin and nodded with a warm smile. She stepped away from the chattering group, the coolness of the kitchen a welcome reprieve from the heat outside. Her eyes scanned the crowded countertop, searching for the condiment. The fridge door swung open, revealing a wall of beer, White Claws, and a lonely gallon of almond milk. She grabbed the ketchup and a few beers before heading back out to the party.

The yard buzzed with laughter, the crackle of the firepit, and the occasional clink of bottles as the team's end-of-season celebrations filled the backyard with both sound and light. She, ever the diligent host, circulated among the guests, making sure everyone had a plate piled with food and a drink in hand. Her bright smile and gentle voice eased the tension that often accompanied the hyper-masculine atmosphere, to the relief of the handful of partners that dotted the concrete nearest to the pool.

Her eyes searched for Justin, finding him in a huddle with a few of his teammates, his broad shoulders shaking with laughter at something one of the guys had said. The sight of him, so at ease and so obviously enjoying himself, filled her heart with joy. During the season, relaxation was a luxury that came in fleeting moments, and she reveled in the rare occasion where she could see him truly unwind. She approached with the ketchup and beers, setting the ketchup down on the table next to him before handing a beer to Ladd who stood nearby.

Justin watched out of the corner of his eye as she was pulled away again by a guest, a hand on her lower back guiding her to refill their drink. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes anymore, his jaw tightening as he returned his focus to the grill. The laughter around him seemed to fade into the background as he felt the warmth of his jealousy spread from his chest to his fingertips.

It was an odd, ugly feeling, one that didn't often rear its head in their relationship, but as she slipped away again, the pang of something unpleasant struck him. He knew he had no right to feel this way—she was being a fantastic host, after all—but he couldn't shake the feeling that he would much rather her be at his side. Between the way the others touched her arm, leaning in to hear her stories, and the way she lit up their faces with her welcoming aura, it was like a simmering burn in his chest. He knew it was irrational, but the more he saw her interact with his teammates, so far away from him, the more possessive he felt.

The party wound down as the night grew darker, and the guests started to trickle home. She moved around efficiently, her movements a little slower now as the exhaustion of the day began to show. Justin watched her, his mood growing heavier with each plate she cleared. It was only when they were almost alone, just the two of them and the last few stragglers, that he realized he hadn't had a real conversation with her in hours.

"Hey, let's grab the rest of the dishes," she suggested, her voice a little softer than it had been earlier. She looked over at him with a question in her eyes, noticing the tension he hadn't quite managed to hide.

Justin nodded, a forced smile plastered on his face as he turned off the grill and began to pack up the leftover food. Together, they brought the plates and cups into the kitchen, the clinking of silverware echoing through the room. She started to wash the dishes, and warm water and soap bubbles coated her hands. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes searching for any sign of what was really going on.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice tentative.

Justin's eyes met hers for a brief moment before he turned away to put the last of the clean plates into the cupboard with a little more force than necessary. "Yeah, just tired," he murmured, hoping she wouldn't see through the facade.

She frowned, her gaze lingering on his stiff posture. "You've been acting weird since everyone started leaving," she said, her voice low and concerned. "What's going on?"

Justin sighed, his hand pausing on the cupboard door. He turned to face her, his expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "It's nothing, babe. Don't worry about it," he said, his voice gruffer than he intended.

But she knew him better than that. She stepped closer, setting down the dish towel she had been holding. "Justin," she said gently, reaching out to touch his arm. "You're obviously upset about something. Is it something I did?"

He looked at her hand on his arm, the warmth of her touch penetrating the barrier he'd put up. "It's just..." he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. "I don't know, I just... I saw how much attention you were giving everyone else tonight, and I guess I got a little possessive."

Her eyes widened, surprise and confusion flickering across her face. "Possessive?" she echoed. "Of what?"

Justin couldn't help the way his gaze roved over her, taking in her figure in the snug sundress she'd picked out for the occasion. "You looked amazing today," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Everyone couldn't take their eyes off of you. I just... I wanted you all to myself."

Her expression softened as she understood the root of his discomfort. She stepped closer, sliding her hand around his waist. "You know I only have eyes for you," she murmured, her head tilting back to study his tense expression. "You're the one I come home to, the one who makes me laugh until my stomach hurts."

Justin's gaze fell to her lips, his own mouth curving into a half-smile. "I know," he admitted, his arms wrapping around her in a loose embrace. "It's just... I don't know. It's dumb." Almost absentmindedly, he leaned down to kiss her, a soft brush of his lips against hers that spoke volumes.

She didn't miss the undercurrent of insecurity in his words. She knew that Justin's life was in the spotlight, where his every move was scrutinized and commented on. Maybe, in that moment, he felt like he was losing her, the only aspect of his life that was meant to be saved just for him, to the very people who had become his family. She reached up, placing her free hand on his cheek. "You're not being dumb," she whispered, her eyes searching his. "I'm yours, and I always will be."

"I know," Justin murmured, his eyes darkening with something more than just insecurity. He kissed her again, this time with more urgency, his hands gripping her hips firmly. She felt the kitchen counter dig into her thighs as he lifted her onto it, his body pressing against hers. Suddenly, all that mattered was the feel of him, his mouth on hers, his hands roaming over her body like he hadn't felt her in weeks instead of hours.

The kitchen around them grew hazy, the sounds of the night outside fading away as they lost themselves in the moment. Justin's kisses grew more demanding, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped, her own hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Justin," she breathed out his name as his hands roamed, her body responding to his touch like a wildfire to dry grass. The dishes and the cleanup were forgotten as their kisses grew more intense, their need for each other burning away any shred of self-control they had left. "Let's go to the bedroom," she suggested, her voice low and urgent.

But Justin didn't move, his gaze dark and possessive. "I want you here," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, making her shiver. His hand slid up her thigh, the fabric of her dress riding up with it, revealing the soft edge of her underwear.

"Here?" she questioned, her voice breathy as his hand inched closer to the apex of her thighs. His warm hands yanked at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down just enough to expose her to the cool kitchen air.

"Here," he confirmed, his voice gruff with want. His hand found its way between her legs, his fingers stroking her in slow, deliberate circles that made her eyes roll back in her head. "I need to know that you're mine," he whispered against her skin, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "That no one else gets to make you feel like this."

Her breath hitched as his fingers delved deeper, the sensation of his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her lips as he began to move more insistently, his thumb rubbing her clit in a steady rhythm that had her hips rocking against his hand.

"Oh," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with desire for him. She could feel the tension in his muscles as he held her against the counter, his own need palpable. His kisses grew more fervent, his tongue sliding into her mouth to tangle with hers as his other hand slipped under her dress to squeeze her plush thighs.

The kitchen lights cast a warm glow over them, their shadows dancing on the floor. Her legs parted wider, inviting him closer, her breaths coming in pants that matched the rhythm of his touch. She could feel the heat of him against her, his arousal pressing into her through his shorts. It was intoxicating, the way he claimed her so blatantly, so desperately.

"That's it," Justin groaned, his eyes dark with need as he watched her body respond to his touch. He stepped closer, the heat of his body searing hers as he slipped his fingers into her wetness. Her eyes closed, her head falling back as she let out a soft moan that seemed to echo in the quiet kitchen. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation.

He slid his fingers in and out of her, the tension in his body grew, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. He knew he should take this to the bedroom, where they could fully let go, but the thrill of claiming her here—where everyone had seen her be the perfect host—was too tempting to resist.

With a growl, Justin lifted her off the counter, onto her feet, and spun her around, her chest now pressing against the cold, hard surface. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hands slid down to her hips, pulling her back against him. Ruby could feel his hard length pushing into her, the friction sending shivers down her spine. She reached back, her hands fumbling with his belt, desperate to feel him inside her.

He stepped away just enough to allow her to drop to her knees, her dress pooling around her like a puddle of ink. The sound of his zipper echoed in the kitchen, and she took a deep breath before looking up at him with hooded eyes. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing with desire. "Take it," he murmured, his hand guiding her head closer.

She parted her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste him. The salt of his skin mixed with the sweetness of his precum, and she couldn't help but moan. She took him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. The way he watched her, the way his chest rose and fell with every shallow breath, it was like he was memorizing every moment of this.

Justin's hand threaded through her hair, guiding her as he groaned out in pleasure. The kitchen floor was hard and cold beneath her knees, but she didn't care. All she could focus on was the feel of him, the taste of him, the way he was watching her with such desire. She took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. His grip tightened, his breathing growing ragged.

Her eyes watered, Justin's grip on her hair tightening as his thrusts grew more urgent. She could feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat with each stroke. His sweat-slicked skin smelled faintly of smoke and his cologne, a new scent she had gifted him for Christmas. It was fitting, she decided, that she'd be kneeling before him like this, when he smelled so heavenly, her choice of scent on him.

Justin's hand slid from her hair to her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as he whispered, "You're doing so good for me, baby," his voice was a mix of love and lust. She moaned around him at the sound of his praise, feeling her own arousal build as she watched his face contort in pleasure.

With a final, deep thrust, Justin pulled out of her mouth. He hoisted her back onto the kitchen island, her legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. Her fingers dug into his back, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he pressed into her, all passion and urgency. The kitchen light glinted off the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead, the muscles in his neck and shoulders standing out as he drove into her.

Her dress was hiked up around her waist, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. His hands found purchase on her thighs, his grip firm as he pushed deeper, his movements unyielding and possessive. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the occasional clink of a forgotten dish. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the sensation.

"All fuckin' mine, baby," Justin grunted, his eyes never leaving hers as he claimed her in the most primal way possible. The countertop was cold against her back, but she barely noticed, lost in the heat of their passion. Her thighs spread for him, the smack of his skin against hers punctuating each thrust. Her hands strained for something to hold onto, finally whimpering softly to catch his attention.

He cursed under his breath, roughly biting his bottom lip before bringing his hips to an agonizing still. Justin shifted her position, bringing her ankles to rest on his shoulders. The new angle sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her, making her cry out. He leaned over to hold her hands, bending slightly at the waist, his pecs flexing with the effort.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. Her eyes locked on his obediently. Green, blue, and hazel was brimmed with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying, a raw, animalistic need that seemed to consume him. It was unlike anything she had ever seen in him before, and it sent a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold countertop.

Justin's eyes never left hers as he began to move again, his strokes long and deep. Her eyes grew wide with each thrust, her breaths coming in short gasps. The sensation was almost too much, the stretch and the burn and the feeling of being filled so completely by him. But she never looked away, not even when the pleasure grew so intense she thought she might shatter.

"Nobody gets to make you feel like this," Justin reiterated, his voice strained as he pushed into her with a fierce determination. His eyes searched hers, as if seeking confirmation of his claim.

Her chest heaved with each thrust. She felt the muscles in her core tighten, the beginnings of an orgasm building like a storm at sea. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice barely a murmur. "All yours."

He watched her pupils dilate, her mouth part in silent cries of ecstasy. It was intoxicating, the power he had over her in this moment, the way she surrendered to him completely. His hips slammed into hers, the kitchen light making her skin glisten against his. He blew out a puff of hair, mildly annoyed at a strand that had fallen into his face.

The tension grew, tightening in the air around them. Her eyes fluttered closed, and Justin took the opportunity to lean down, his mouth capturing hers in a rough, possessive kiss. She could feel herself almost fold in half, his length sliding into her so deep she thought she might split apart.

"Don't stop," she panted into his mouth, her nails raking down his back. The words were barely a whisper, but they were all the encouragement he needed. Justin's hips picked up speed, the slapping of skin on skin growing louder in the quiet kitchen.

Her walls clamped down on him, and he knew she was close. He reached down, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in firm, steady circles. "Come for me," he murmured against her ear, the words a command and a plea all rolled into one.

Her body tensed, a soft keening sound escaping her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit down on her lower lip to muffle her cries as the orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pure bliss. Her nails scored down his back, her hips bucking against him as she rode the crest of pleasure. Justin's eyes never left hers, his own climax spilling over the edge as he watched her shatter underneath him.

They remained like that for a moment, panting and trembling, their hearts hammering in sync with one another. Sweat beaded on their skin, the kitchen lights glinting off the droplets that had formed on Justin's chest and neck. Her dress was a wrinkled mess around her waist, and her makeup—or what was left of it after a long day outside—was smudged from their kisses. But in that moment, she felt more beautiful than she ever had in her life.

Justin hissed lightly, holding her in place as his cock throbbed deep inside her. He kissed her neck, her jaw, her collarbone, his lips a trail of fire that left her skin feeling branded. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "I think I got a little carried away."

Her eyes remained closed, her breaths still coming in gasps. She could feel the tremor in his body, the aftershocks of his release. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice filled with a tired contentment. "It was hot."

Justin chuckled, his body still tense with the remnants of his orgasm. He kissed her forehead, his hands sliding down to rest on the countertop on either side of her hips. "I guess it's a good thing we don't throw parties often," he said, his voice lighter now.

She couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little shaky. "If this is what you're gonna do when we throw a party, we should start having them every weekend," she teased, wincing as he pulled hesitantly, his release slowly leaking out of her.

An embarrassed shade of pink dusted over the bridge of Justin's nose and spilled over onto his cheeks. "I don't know if our kitchen could handle that," he quipped, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. He kissed her nose, setting her back down on her shaky legs. She stepped closer to him, hands sliding over his shoulders. She kissed him slowly, giggling softly when his hands moved from her hips to straighten out her dress in an effort to make up for his behavior.

"Let's go clean up," she said, her voice still a little breathless. Justin nodded, his eyes dropping to her lips briefly before scooping her into a bridal carry, making her squeal with surprise and delight.

[rafecameronssl4t]

hey i was wondering if you could write something where rafe and his gf are at a event and she started to get tired of standing but there’s no where to sit so he does wall sits so she can sit down like justin bieber did for hailey that one time? sorry this is so long, i love all your fics 🩷🩷

Anything For You || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: this was so wholesome to write 🥲

Warnings: pure fluff!!

Word count: 797

MASTERLIST

“Y/n?” Rafe’s voice cuts through the fog of your daydream, grounding you as you blink up at him. His expression is a mixture of amusement and curiosity, his piercing blue eyes locked on yours. You follow his gaze to the couple standing in front of you, both of them waiting for your response.

“Sorry, what was that?” you ask sheepishly, your cheeks warming under the weight of their polite smiles. Rafe chuckles, the sound low and familiar, as his hand finds its place on the bare skin of your back. “Don’t worry about it,” he reassures, his tone light. “Do you want to get another drink?”

You nod, grateful for the escape, and the two of you excuse yourselves from the conversation. As you walk away, his hand never leaves your back, a quiet but grounding presence amidst the lively hum of the party.“You okay?” he asks softly once you’re away from prying ears, his eyes scanning your face with concern.

“Just tired,” you admit with a sigh, leaning into him slightly. His hand moves in gentle, soothing circles against your back, and you relax under his touch. “I feel like we’ve been standing for hours,” you add, letting out a small huff as you shift your weight, reaching down to rub at your aching calf.

Rafe glances around, his gaze sweeping over the space as if searching for a solution. Noticing the lack of seating, he takes your hand without a word. His firm yet gentle grip pulls you along, and you glance up at him curiously. “Where are we going?” you ask, your voice laced with confusion as he leads you toward a secluded brick wall.

Instead of answering, Rafe moves to the wall, his back pressing against the cool bricks as he lowers himself into a wall sit, his thighs flexing under the strain. He pats his lap with a playful smirk, looking up at you. “Here,” he says, his voice light with teasing. You blink at him, furrowing your brows. “What are you doing?”

He chuckles softly, his tone warm and coaxing. “Sit on my lap.” “Rafe, no,” you protest, glancing around “I’ll feel bad!”“Feel bad?” he scoffs, the corners of his lips curling upward. “You think this is hard for me?” His hands reach for yours, tugging gently. “C’mon, Y/n. Trust me, I can handle it.”

You hesitate, but the playful determination in his eyes is enough to break down your resistance. Finally, you relent, lowering yourself onto his lap as he holds you steady with an arm wrapped securely around your waist. “See?” he says smugly, adjusting slightly to support you more comfortably. “Told you I could handle it.”

You huff, your cheeks warm as you let yourself relax against him, your back resting against his chest. “Show-off,” you mumble, but a small smile betrays your amusement. Rafe presses a quick kiss to your temple, his breath brushing against your skin. “Anything to make you feel better,” he murmurs, his voice filled with quiet affection.

[shukraastro]

Planets & Nakshatras observation on looks and traits

(applicable for spouse analysis)

Mars ruled Nakshatras: Mrigashira, Chitra, Dhanishta

The skin will have a pinkish/reddish undertone.

They can have cuts/scars/marks on the face (representing their fighting spirit).

Men are prone to anger issues (except for Chitra, cuz it lies in Libra, so they have good controle over their anger)

Women are usually restless or even anxious, especially in Virgo Chitra and Mrigashira.

Saturn ruled Nakshatras: Pushya, Anuradha, Uttara Bhadrapada

If Moon is in these Nakshatras then women can be seen wearing corsettes/shapewear or very tight clothes often, bcuz Saturn represents restrictions.

Saturn also represents ink and metals and in these Nakshatras a person can have tattoos and piercings, but a trigger planet for that would be Mars bcuz Mars rules over wounds and cuts. So Mars in these Nakshatras can very likely result in tattoos and piercings.

Purva Bhadrapada Nakshatra:

If you go back to my previous posts you will find about the foot injury trait of Purva Bhadrapada. I have seen this play out so many times that this Nakshatra will give some type of foot injuries, and prominently on the left foot. Justin Bieber has the planet Sun placed in his 7th house in the D9 chart and it is in the Nakshatra of Purva Bhadrapada. Sun is linked to performing arts, Hailey used to dance Ballet until she injured her left foot. You see how planets in Nakshatras inside the 7th house of the Navamsa can play out.

Also another thing I have noticed in this Nakshatra is the lip shape, they can have a pouty rectangular shaped lower lip. And women here somehow give off "island girl" vibes.

They can also have precognitive dreams, because they are very in tune with their higher self.

Rohini Nakshatra:

They love to wear oversized, baggy clothes and quality materials, because of Moon's influence, they love comfort. On the other hand they may also love to display their appealing physique.

They also love branded luxury items: cars, watches, clothes, perfumes. And they love food a lot, they can eat a lot (with Saturn influence they can be cautious and go on diets).

Also after eating food they will get tired, because of the Venus and Moon influence.

And they will always end up having no fixed work schedule in their career.

They can also become the most achieving at a young age, compared to their workmates.

DK planet or 7th lord in Rohini can give a spouse with sining and dancing abilities, Hailey Bieber has Moon DK/7th lord of D9 in Rohini. (Planets like Sun, Moon, Mercury and Mars can give that as talents, Jupiter could make someone a teacher in that area and Saturn could give it as a career).

Moon influence:

Moon connected to any spouse placements or 7th house can give musical talents in the spouse.

Moon in the 7th house can also either give a cat like appearance to the spouse or a bunny like appearance. Both animals are symbolically connected to Moon, cats are connected because of the hightened intuition and bunnies are connected by the chinese folklore of the moon goddess who's companion is the bunny/rabbit.

Mars influence:

Having Mars as DK/7th lord can indicate a spouse who might be a soldier/police/athlete just anything physical movement related.

Saturn in Rohini:

This combination can cause consumption of Whiskey to enhance creativity. A person will love to drink to feel relaxed and sing and dance. If Mercury influence is also there as well it can amplify this even more.

Saturn in Rohini can also result in dryness, skinnyness, lack of water in the body, dry/flaky skin and acne or other skin irritations. But therefor a person will be very disciplined in following a quality skin care rountine.

Ketu Ruled Nakshatras: Ashwini, Magha, Mula

Will have out-of-body experiences/precognitive dreams/sleep paralysis

They can be very interested in ancient history/culture/scriptures. They're all about the past and the root of things. They may love to dig under the ground, that's why Magha especially can make someone an archeologist or historian or even a teacher.

Also Magha is strongly connected with royalty/royal lineage. They may not be considered a royalty but counting a number of generations back, their ancestors might have been powerful individuals.

In these Nakshatras a person will let their hair grow out. Because hair is linked with roots. And Ketu is all about the roots, because it's the tail of the dragon, the tail represents the underground while Rahu, the head of the dragon represents the sky. So Ketu ruled Nakshatras will keep their hair long, it makes them feel spiritually connected to their past lives. There is something they cannot let go of from their past lives.

Revati Nakshatra:

Another Nakshatra which is connected to royal lineage. (same as Magha here also).

If a man has his DK/7th lord/Venus in this Nakshatra, his wife can be taller than him.

They love to travel and their travel journeys will be comfortable, without any kind of major complications.

They will also be very successful outside of their home country.

With Venus here, a person will find their spouse in a foreign country or move to a foreign country after marriage for their spouse. The spouse can also be someone who travels a lot or is successful overseas. Or a person will travel a lot with their spouse.

Rohini, Mrigashira & Ashlesha Nakshatra (snake yoni or symbol):

As the Ascendant/DK/7th lord/Venus natives will always attract strong Rahuvian people.

They have very intense and hypnotic eyes. Either dark and big or bright and slender. If their eye color is dark they may tend to wear light colored contacts, which can give their eyes a snake like appearance.

Ashleshas will be lisping.

Swati Nakshatra:

They can jump very high and run very fast, they love being in the air/speeding through the air, because the deity is Vayu, he rules over the air (Rahu ruled Nakshatra-Sky connection).

Venus in Swati can make a person have a love for the sky in a creative way, also can give singing abilities, because music is carried through the air, they can also have a love for good sports shoes (for jumping) or high platform shoes (Venus-fashion & Rahu heights). But these can also apply to the spouse, because Venus generally represents the spouse.

Swati can make a person be a fanatic for extreme sports related to heights like mountain climbing, bungee jumping and sky diving. Mars and Venus here can also make a person excel in martial arts and music.

Also they just can't stay still, they are always moving, and can't keep still for a second. They look like they can jump off any second.

I will do more of these observations for the other Nakshatras that are left.

Thanks for reading🌺

[joeyfranchise]

all tangled up in the moon

justin herbert x fem!reader

summary: you finally began feeling open to dating in your new home of sunny la, especially since your best friend didn’t love you back the way you loved him… unless he did? a telling double date begins unraveling feelings that you didn’t know were shared…

warnings: pining/mutual pining. expressions of feelings. a LOT of fluff. explicit sexual content, MDNI. 18+ only.

word count: 6.3k.

note: my first ever justin fic!! based on so many ideas from my bestie @joeyburrrow, also happy belated birthday btw 🫂 i’m sorry i didn’t get it posted yesterday! but, she and i have talked about so much of this and this fic truly is for her. ALSO— FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS FIC ONLY— i made justin allergic to walnuts. idk if he is or not, but it’ll make sense when you get there. i hope you like this. love you all. 💗

the dating pool in los angeles was nothing short of horrible.

sure, there were tons of people, which meant tons of options… but that also lead to some problems. there was so much diversity around, which again, is great… but it often led to mismatched partners and having trouble finding someone with all of the same interests or morals or values as you.

that being said, while messing around on dating apps, you found yourself a date that ticked more of your boxes than anyone else had since you moved to the sunny city.

his name was damon, and he worked at a law firm that wasn’t too far from your own nine-to-five job. his profile said he was 6’2, in his pictures he displayed a beautiful smile, and his interests were similar enough to yours that you figured why not give it a chance?

when you swiped right he’d messaged you nearly immediately, which could’ve been a red flag, but he kept it sweet and professional. his personality shined through his messages and you found yourself genuinely laughing at some of his jokes, and that was always a good sign.

you ran into one little problem though. you didn’t really know anyone else in l.a. except for your best friend, therefore you didn’t have many people to trust. sure, you had coworkers and acquaintances in the office, but none of them were around you enough to be able to vet through suitors from your dating life to let you know who would work and who wouldn’t.

you were also afraid to go out with someone new alone, and you blamed that on being an introvert. you ultimately made the decision that either damon would have to be okay with your first date being a double date, or you just wouldn’t go. when damon agreed it was fine, you called justin worriedly - this was going to be the hard part.

he picked up after two rings.

“is this the krusty krab?” you asked teasingly, smiling as you heard him huff out a brief laugh. he lowered his voice before answering.

“no, this is patrick.”

“yeah, justin patrick,” you teased, “unless i called the wrong brother.” you chewed on your bottom lip as you heard him chuckle again.

“that’s my name! don’t wear it out.” he joked. you could practically see the dumb grin already etched across his face. you remained silent for a moment, the weight of the question weighing on you. when you didn’t respond, justin took the lead of the conversation again.

“hey, y/n? you okay? not that i mind you calling me, of course i don’t mind… but did you need something? is everything alright?” you appreciated his ability to talk you down in moments like this, it was like he could sense your nerves even from miles away, and over a phone call.

“i’m okay. but i have a tiny favor to ask. you know you’re my most favorite best friend in the wholeee world, right?” you laughed, trying to push past the anxiety of the question you needed to ask him. “i do. what’s the favor?”

“i have a date friday night and i’ve never met him before. i didn’t know anyone else to ask and.. i was hoping maybe you and chloe could come along? like a double date?”

justin and chloe had started seeing each other recently, and you liked her enough not to really worry about their relationship. sure, she was living your dream being with justin, but you practically knew he didn’t feel the same about you. while you were completely and utterly in love with him, he still saw you as his best friend, and you had learned to accept it.

when you first met chloe you knew she wasn’t his type, she was completely different from justin… but he seemed happy, and that’s all you ever wanted for him. she was excited to meet you too, and in the few times you’d seen her since she was always genuine and kind.

“i think we can make that work, i should be out of practice in time. i’ll let chloe know and then we can figure out where to go. there’s a new restaurant downtown she and i went to a few weeks ago, you’d love it. they have really good raspberry cheesecake!” he said.

“oooh my favorite!” you cheered, already daydreaming of the delicious confection.

“i know.” he agreed. you smiled on the other end of the line, the way he knew you from cover to cover made your heart ache. you only hoped damon - and if not him, then whoever was destined for you - could be such a wonderful lover to you. someone who truly cared to learn everything there was to know about you, just like you and justin did with each other, even if only as friends.

you and justin talked for a bit longer over menial things before you ended the call, bidding him a goodnight. you made sure to text damon about your plans, letting him know you’d get back to him about a time as soon as you could.

he was excited for your date, and also excited to meet justin. you learned damon was a big fan of sports, and even though he wasn’t a chargers fan, he still really liked justin and thought he was a great player. he didn’t believe you when you first told him justin was your best friend, you had to provide him with photo evidence. the whole ordeal made you laugh. after chatting briefly with damon you put your phone on your bedside table before rolling over and getting cozy under your blankets.

you went to bed with a smile on your face that night, excited for your date with damon and also excited for him to meet your best friend.

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you sailed through the week on a high, and when friday night came you were still feeling ecstatic. you were still a little anxious about going out and meeting damon in person for the first time, but getting to know him through the week had helped you warm up a little and let your guard down.

you decided on wearing a simple black dress, classy yet not too-fancy. you curled your hair and applied a light layer of makeup before slipping on a pair of strappy black heels.

you planned on meeting justin and chloe at the restaurant at seven, giving everyone enough time to get ready and allowing justin to shower and freshen up after practice.

damon picked you up at six-thirty. he met you at your door with flowers which you graciously accepted, and you excused yourself to bring them inside and put them in water before locking up and going with damon to his car.

he opened your door for you and you slid in, buckling your seatbelt as you waited for him to get in and start the engine. it was a bit chilly out and you were grateful when damon turned up the heat before backing out of your driveway and heading to the restaurant.

you chatted with him on the drive and it was pretty pleasant, you were thankful that the conversation between you both flowed easily. you learned that his favorite football team was the los angeles rams, and you joked with him that he’d need to let you out of the car immediately because you wouldn’t stand for that nonsense.

he laughed heartily at your joke. he talked to you more about his job, you learned he was a paralegal and that he’d been in the profession for nearly four years. you told him about your experience working in human resources and you related over shared experiences.

when you arrived to the restaurant damon parked and came around to open your door, and you were quickly met by justin and chloe. damon and justin shook hands and introduced themselves to each other as you greeted chloe.

“i love your dress!” she smiled, you thanked her. “you look incredible too, chloe!”

she wore a light blue dress that came down mid-thigh and had long sleeves. she wore black heels as well, and you loved the glittery eyeshadow she had put on.

the four of you walked into the restaurant and justin spoke to the host about reservations he had so graciously called in - which you thanked him immensely for. the host led your party to a table toward the back of the restaurant and you all sat. damon made sure to pull out your chair, and justin did the same for chloe.

the waitress came by shortly after for your drink orders, you and justin both got water. chloe ordered a riesling and damon ordered a cabernet, which you found amusing. you didn’t say anything about it, though.

the waitress brought your drinks quickly and she also brought a basket of bread for the table, with little cups of cinnamon butter. you indulged in one as you listened to justin and damon begin chatting about football.

you and chloe began to chime in at times, and the atmosphere was nice. you and damon also engaged in your own quiet conversation every now and then, and you were starting to like it every time he’d flash you his award winning smile… until justin would smile at you from across the table. in those moments, you knew who your heart truly belonged to.

a few times during dinner the conversations would ebb off, or the input from chloe and damon would stop, leaving only you and justin talking to each other.

the waitress brought your food and you all began dining, while still chatting here and there about work and sports and things of that nature. the waitress came back around a bit later to take plates and your dessert orders. the men continued to talk while you and chloe ordered, with you asking for cheesecake and chloe ordering a fudgy brownie.

something damon said reminded justin of something he needed to tell you, and he turned his attention toward you quickly.

“y/n, i was meaning to tell you that my uncle had some students interested in trying to make a car run on vegetable oil.” you laughed at his statement before giving your input.

“so what, they want to install a second fuel tank i’m assuming? so the vehicle can run on diesel til it’s hot enough and then they’ll switch to the oil?” you ask. “yeah exactly. i thought it sounded pretty cool.” justin smiles. “sounds like a waste of time to me.” you say amusedly. justin tilts his head and gives you a questioning glance.

“it’s totally not a waste of time. if they can figure out how to do it, it’ll be pretty sick.” he disagrees. damon glances between you before chiming in. “i think it’d be pretty cool too!” he agrees with justin.

“do you know how many times they’d have to filter the oil before they could even use it? and they’d have to make sure to install a solenoid valve to switch between two fuel tanks. too much work.” you say, crossing your arms and looking back and forth between both men. chloe says nothing, you assume she has no idea what any of you are talking about.

you noticed damon checking the time on his phone before sliding it back into his pocket and rejoining your conversation, but mostly listening to you and justin bicker.

“it totally reminded me of that 70s show though, you know? when hyde says ‘there’s this car…. and it runs on water, man!’” justin laughs, doing a pretty decent impression of the character.

“i just feel like making modifications to your car so it could run off vegetable oil is a waste of time.” you say, leaning back slightly in your chair. justin’s girlfriend looks between the two of you with an odd look on her face, only breaking focus when she sees the waitress approaching again.

“here’s the double chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream,” she says, placing the plate in front of chloe, “and here are the slices of raspberry cheesecake.”

she places the plate in front of you and damon is quick to grab it, sliding his piece of cheesecake onto one of the extra serving plates. chloe picks her fork up excitedly, slicing into the brownie and taking a small bite. her eyes roll as she tastes it, the richness of the chocolate has to be delectable. you watch as she cuts another small bite, this time more toward the center of the brownie where you can see it has small pieces of walnut in it.

she reaches over to cup justin’s jaw, squeezing a bit to get him to open his mouth so she can feed it to him. you ignore the slightly jealous feeling bubbling in your stomach as she brings it closer to his mouth, but you can’t get your words out. justin looks at her with a puzzled expression. he hadn’t been paying attention to her or what she ordered, so he has no idea what she’s about to feed him.

as if on instinct, your hand shot across the table and closed around her wrist, stopping her from feeding him. “s-sorry.. uh, justin is allergic to walnuts.” you say, lowering your gaze so you don’t make eye contact with her. she lets go of his jaw and he shrugs sheepishly.

“sorry baby.” she tells him, eating the bite for herself. “it’s okay.” justin replies. his eyes find yours for a fleeting moment, nervous energy is shared between you. damon watches the entire ordeal silently, passing glances between the three of you as he eats his dessert.

you pick up your fork and take a bite too, and the tartness of the raspberry dances across your tongue in a pleasant way. justin was right with his recommendation, this restaurant truly is amazing. damon and justin begin conversing again, and you stay quiet as you eat, listening attentively.

chloe chimes in a few times, earning laughs from both men with her unintentional humor. you slide the last bite of cheesecake on your fork and bring it to your lips, ready to enjoy it, when suddenly your fork is plucked from your hand. you look up to find justin eating the last bite straight off of your fork. yours.

while you’re on a double date. with other people.

your gaze quickly flips from justin to chloe and then to damon as you try to gauge their expressions. damon doesn’t seem to notice or care as he continues talking about football, and justin nods along with what damon is saying as if this ordeal was the most normal thing that has ever happened.

sure, you and justin are close enough to eat off each others forks and sometimes even drink from the same cup or can, but the fact that he did it on a double date baffled you. neither of the men at the table seemed to be giving it a second thought, but when your gaze shifts to chloe you can tell she’s perturbed in some way. her eyes are slightly squinted as she looks you up and and down, and then her gaze shifts to justin as she does the same to him.

you continue to sit quietly at the table, listening to the men talk. chloe stays quiet, too. the tension between the two of you feels almost palpable.

you would never want to come between her and justin, even if you did have feelings for him throughout all these years.

the rest of the time spent in the restaurant went by in a blur. eventually damon and justin stopped talking, realizing that you and chloe hadn’t shared a word, and they mutually decided that dinner should be over.

damon and justin split the checks and pay before each of you stand from the table to leave. when you make it outside you suck in a deep breath of the fresh air, you’ve felt like you were suffocating for the last fifteen minutes. all of you say goodbye to each other before you get into damon’s car, and chloe into justin’s.

the drive back to your house is quiet. you’re anxious, your throat feels tight and you know your cheeks must be incredibly pink. damon hasn’t even glanced at you and you’re afraid to say a word because if you do you’ll start crying.

he finally pulls into your drive and parks the car before looking at you for the first time since you left the restaurant. you wring your hands together before looking back at him, expecting the worst.

“that was fun, justin is a really nice guy.” his voice is genuine as he speaks to you, but you’re prepared for where this is going. “he loves you, y/n.”

you look at him with bewilderment as he continues speaking. you want to say something, but he holds up a finger to tell you to wait. “before you start with the whole ‘he doesn’t feel that way about me’ spiel, he does. i saw how you looked at each other all night. he doesn’t look at her like that.”

tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes as he speaks, and you turn your gaze from his so he won’t see. “you love each other, y/n. it’s okay. i had fun, i’m glad i met you.” he says, reaching over the console to grab your hand. he gives it a gentle squeeze and you look back up at him as he smiles at you. “i would like to be your friend, if that’s okay.”

“yeah, we can stay friends, of course.” you tell him. he lets go of your hand and gets out of the car, circling around to get your door and walk you up the front steps. before you can walk up damon pulls you in for a hug, which you reluctantly accept.

“it was nice meeting and going out with you, y/n. don’t be a stranger!” he says, and then he lets you go and gets back into his car, driving off down the street.

you let yourself in the house and lock the door behind you before collapsing on the couch. you don’t have the energy to move, to take off your shoes, or to even be worried about your makeup.

you just sit there, and you cry. you cry for all the lost time, if it is true and he does love you. and if damon’s wrong, and you do take the time to tell justin how you feel and he rejects you… well, you should go ahead and cry for that too. you cry for the only boy you’ve ever loved.

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justin buckles his seatbelt and holds his foot down on the brake before backing out of his parking spot at the restaurant, ready to get home and into more comfortable clothing. chloe sits beside him silent, like she did for most of the dinner.

he spares a glance her way and notices her posture is rigid, her lips are pressed into a tight, thin line. justin reaches over to grasp her hand but she flinches away from his touch.

“are you okay?” he asks her, his tone concerned. “i’m okay. can you take me to my house, please?” she asks. her voice sounds small, she sounds upset.

“of course.” justin agrees. they hadn’t been dating long enough to make the steps to move in together, but chloe frequented his house often as long as he was home. he thought it was a bit strange that she wanted to go home, but he waited to question it.

when he pulled in her driveway and parked she was quick to jump out of the car and make her way inside. justin turned the car off and pocketed the keys before following chloe inside.

“um, is everything okay?” he asked, stepping into the living room. “no. we need to talk.” chloe said, sitting down on the couch. justin sat next to her and place a reassuring hand on her knee as he waited for her to speak.

“i think we should break up.”

justin is taken aback by her confession, but he doesn’t speak. he waits to hear her out. “i really like you, justin. and i think you like me. but you don’t love me. and you never will, because you love someone else.”

“what?” he asks, his tone incredulous. “you love y/n, justin. you know it, i know it, everyone on the planet knows it… except for her. i think you’re both idiots.” chloe smiles softly.

justin looks around the room nervously, waiting for chloe to speak again. “you’re both idiots because what you’ve been looking for has been in front of you the whole time. it was obvious you two should have been on a date. you both carried the conversation, you were doing silly impressions to make her laugh… you look at her like she’s your most prized possession, justin.”

he takes a deep breath before looking at chloe and finally speaking. “i’m sorry.” is all he’s able to mutter out.

“you don’t need to apologize. i’ll admit, i was upset at first. but on the drive i thought about it, and i just want you to be happy. and i figured someone needed to tell you that girl loves you, because if the two of you have been friends this long and you haven’t figured it out, i’m afraid you never will.” she laughs. “and god, i didn’t even know you were allergic to walnuts.”

justin laughs too before reaching over and pulling chloe into him for a hug. “thank you for telling me all that… and i am sorry. i really am.”

“it’s okay, justin. just get the girl, okay?” she says, shooing him out the door. he waves goodbye before walking off to his car and heading home.

when he arrives home he sits in the driveway pondering… did you really love him back? and if you have, how long? and what was he going to do?

he thinks of all the time he’s lost out on if it’s true, and you do love him back. he’d supressed the feelings for as long as he could remember because he never knew he had a chance - he never thought he’d be the one for you. and if he wasn’t he knew it’d break him, but all he wanted was your happiness.

all he knew right now was that he loved you, that you were the only girl he’d ever loved.

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you don’t talk to justin for a week.

you’re afraid to. usually, he’s the first person you run to about anything, but since the subject matter is him, you feel like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. you spend the entire week sad, crying into your coffee or whatever dinner you’ve chosen to eat after work (usually cereal), and watching lifetime movies that are guaranteed to make you feel worse - they make the longing in your chest burn.

justin finally texts you on friday night, and you’re afraid to open it. you let it sit unread for half an hour before your phone starts ringing on the end table. it’s justin, you know it is, but you’re afraid to answer. you pick up your phone slowly and slide your thumb across the screen to answer the call.

“hello?” you sniffle, picking up a tissue to wipe your nose. “hey y/n, you okay?” justin asks.

“yeah, lifetime movie, sorry. what’s up?”

“just wanted to see if you wanna come over and hangout? i haven’t heard from you all week, i miss you.” he says. you miss him too. but are you ready to see him after what happened?

against your better judgment, you agree to go over. after all, he is your best friend. if anyone can get you feeling better, it’s justin. you hang up the call and slide on your slippers before grabbing your keys and phone and heading over to his house.

you didn’t bother changing, you didn’t care what you looked like in front of him. he’d seen you sick as a dog before, he even held your hair when you puked a few times, so he could handle seeing you in an old ratty tshirt and sweatpants that were a few sizes too big.

there’s also no way he could ever judge you for having greasy hair.

you make the quick drive to his place and you almost panic and leave before calming yourself down and walking to the front door. it’s just justin. this is no big deal.

you knock twice but you know he already knows you’re there, and he swings the door open quickly before pulling you into a tight hug. physical affection is something you both enjoy, and you’ve missed him. you wrap your arms tightly around him and squeeze back.

justin laughs as he looks down at you. “sometimes i forget how small you are.”

“or maybe you’re sasquatch.” you say, giving him a shove. he lets go and steps aside so you can get in the door, and you waste no time in sliding your slippers off plopping down on his couch. you notice his house seems a little… different, but you can’t put your finger on it.

justin closes the door and makes his way over to you, acting like he’s going to sit on your lap. “don’t even think about it.” you tell him, bringing your legs up to your chest. he sits next to you and leans into your side.

“how was your week?” he asks you innocently. “it was horrible.” you reply. you share the most miniscule details with him when he tries pressing you further, because you’re too afraid to tell him what’s really wrong. justin listens intently either way, hoping to find something he can do to make you feel better.

“well how’s it been with damon?” he finally asks, and you freeze. justin moves so he can lay his head on your lap, and he straightens out your legs before doing so. your hand naturally finds its way into his hair, your nails raking along his scalp soothingly. he shudders.

“damon um… well. he didn’t wanna go on another date. it wasn’t because he didn’t like me, though. he just said… he could tell u didn’t like him.”

justin hums softly. “interesting.” he says.

“what’s interesting?” you ask him. “chloe broke up with me.”

“WHAT?” you shout, startling him a bit. “sorry… i mean, what? why? i thought you guys really liked each other?”

“well, she liked me a lot. and i liked her but… i don’t love her. she really helped me realize a lot of feelings i had that i’d been holding back.” he turns his head to look up at you and smiles and - oh. oh.

the look he’s giving you seems to be full of pure adoration, pure love. and you realize that he always looks at you like this.

tears start to form in your eyes again and justin sits up, this time pulling you into his lap. “you okay?” he asks, soothingly rubbing his hand over your back.

that’s why it seemed different - all her stuff was gone.

“i don’t know. what’s happening here?” you ask him, burying your face in his neck. “chloe helped me realize that i love you, y/n. i always knew it, deep down. but… i don’t know. i never really thought you felt the same.”

“damon said the same to me. that he could, um, tell we loved each other. are we just stupid?” you ask him, pulling away from his neck to look in his eyes.

“apparently two idiots in love.” he says. his hand finds the back of your hair and smooths over it softly before he pulls you into his neck again, crushing you in another hug.

“so where do we go from here?” you ask, enjoying his embrace. “i guess forward.” he jokes, poking at your sides. “together, of course, if you want that. as a couple.”

you can’t help the giddy feeling bubbling up inside you as he speaks. of course you want that, it’s all you’ve ever wanted. “i love you, justin.” you finally say, and being able to tell him to his face is like a dream come true. “i love you back.” he says softly. you meet his gaze once again and he looks nervous, but you aren’t sure why.

“what’s wrong?” you ask him sweetly. you softly touch his cheek, smoothing over it with your thumb. he doesn’t say another word, but he leans in and kisses you.

you feel dizzy, your heart is pounding incredibly hard against your chest. justin is over the moon too. your lips begin moving in sync, neither of you able to catch a decent breath as you devour each other hungrily. justin's hands find your waist and he pulls you into him further, and your arms circle around his neck.

he pulls away for a second before jumping right back in, awkwardly bumping his nose against yours. you both laugh before kissing again. this is truly what euphoria feels like. you don’t know how long you both sit there taking each other apart, whether it’s minutes, hours or days.

what matters is it’s happening. finally.

your hands trail down his biceps as he continues kissing you, leaving a trail from the corner of your mouth down to the exposed column of your throat. your breath hitches when his lips meet one of your most sensitive spots, right where your neck meets your shoulder. “you okay?” he says, sounding concerned.

“i’m nervous.” you whisper. his gaze is soft as he looks at you, half smile spreading across his face. “it’s okay,” he whispers back, “we don’t have to take this any further until you’re ready.”

you hug him again and kiss his cheek softly. “i want to. i’m just nervous.”

“there’s no reason to be afraid.” he assures you. “do you wanna…” he starts, cocking his head to the side and motioning toward the direction of his bedroom. you nod a simple yes.

he stands with you and leads you down the hall to his room, although you know very well where it is. you’ve spent countless nights here cuddled up with him.

he twists the knob slowly and pushes the door open before guiding you inside, and meeting your lips with his again. the kiss is soft and gentle, and he walks you back toward his bed without breaking contact. once you’ve reached the side of the bed he pulls away and reaches behind himself with one arm, grabbing his shirt and yanking it over his head in one swift motion.

uou hop up onto his bed and get cozy against the pillows as he crawls onto the bed too, leaning over you. you rake your nails over the planes of his chest as he presses a kiss to your forehead. his fingertips find the hem of your sweater and his gaze meets yours, waiting for your approval. you nod, and he slides both hands under it before lifting it over your head.

you’re wearing a simple white bra, but justin is looking at you like you’ve just descended down from heaven. you know he won’t ask you to take it off so you let what little bit of confidence you have flowing through your veins take over, and you quickly reach behind you to unclasp it.

justin sucks in a deep breath at the sight of you. you’re easily the most breathtaking woman he’s ever seen in his life, you have been since he first laid eyes on you… but seeing you like this… he feels like he’s died and made it to the afterlife.

you don’t hide your gawking either, his toned body has always been something you’ve enjoyed staring at whether he noticed it or not. “you’re so beautiful,” justin tells you, leaning in to capture your lips again. as he crawls over your body you can feel his length through his sweatpants, it lays hard and heavy over your leg. you shudder at the thought of it.

justin’s hands slide up your torso and he caresses your breasts softly before tweaking both of your nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. you arch upward into him and your body is covered in gooseflesh as you await his touch again.

you’ve never felt such pleasure and satisfaction in your life, and he’s only barely started. you’re sure that you’ve soaked through your panties and sweatpants at this point. he continues to grab at your chest as he kisses you and you moan out his name softly, causing him to rut against your leg. he needs you just as much as you need him, you can tell.

“justin, i’m ready. i want you.” you tell him, breaking away from his kiss to look into his eyes. he smiles down at you and raises his eyebrow, making sure one more time. “i’m ready.” you promise him. his hands grab the waistband of your sweatpants before pulling them down your legs quickly, along with your panties.

he pulls his off next and your mouth falls open, gawking at the sight in front of you. sure… justin was 6’6, everything about him was big… but holy shit. he is huge.

he smiles at you nervously before reassuring you, “it’ll be okay, i won’t hurt you. i swear.” you almost think you could faint at how cute and sexy he his. you tell him you don’t need any prep but he won’t allow it, and he uses the pad of his thumb to circle your clit quickly as he enters two fingers into you to work you open.

after a few minutes you’re ready, you can’t take anymore and you’re practically begging him to fuck you. he blushes at the sound of your moans, but his chest fills with pride knowing he’s making you feel so good. he pulls his fingers from your soaking heat slowly before wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes. you let him situate your body how he needs to and he ends up with your ankles right at his shoulders as he prepares to push into you.

he’s lucky you’re flexible. his lips find yours again as he pushes in and your thankful because his kisses swallow your gasps. he moves slowly, inch by inch until he’s fully seated, and he waits a few minutes before moving so he doesn’t hurt you. when he finally pulls out and pushes back in, he moans loudly at how amazing you feel around him. you moan too, you’ve never felt so full in your life - and you’ve never felt so fulfilled either.

he moves to kiss you again and bumps his nose against yours again sweetly as his hands find yours and he tangles your fingers together. his movements are calculated, slow and methodical as he takes you apart, and unravels you in the very best way.

the room is filled with soft moans and labored breaths and the sounds of you kissing each other anywhere your lips can find. it doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak and tears prick at your eyes when you do. this is all you’ve ever wanted, and it’s beautiful, it’s magical. justin feels the same.

you warn him that you’re close and he tells you it’s okay, you can let go for him. “cum for me, it’s okay. i love you, y/n.” and that’s all it takes. his admission of love knocks you straight over the edge and into the thrashing waters, your orgasm taking over your whole body. he cums soon after, his body enjoying the feeling of you squeezing him as he rides out his high.

when he pulls out of you he stand quickly, running off to his bathroom to grab a warm wet towel to clean you both up. he didn’t bother asking if you were on the pill, he already knows every aspect of your life anyway.

justin cleans all your sensitive areas with the warm rag before wiping himself off and sliding back into bed with you, pulling the covers over your bodies.

“that was amazing.” you admit.

“yeah it was. you know how long we could’ve been doing that?” he laughs, and you giggle too. “i love you.” you tell him. “i love you too, so much. can i tell you something stupidly embarrassing, though?” he asks, and you roll over to face him. “oh god, what justin?”

“remember after we graduated, right after you turned eighteen and we had that pool party?”

“yeah, i remember.” you say. it was one of your fondest memories, actually. “that little yellow bikini you wore… i just thought i should admit to you now that i thought about you in that so much when i was jerking it that i thought my dick would fall off.”

both of you erupt in laughter, the admission funny and embarrassing, although endearing too. “that’s okay, remember right before we went to college and you were teaching me how to drive but you kept getting frustrated and yelling at me? i thought that was the hottest i’d ever seen you.” you say. he pulls you into his chest and kisses you softly.

“you’re getting me all worked up again, baby,” he laughs, kissing at your cheek toward your ear. “looks like we’re gonna have to go for round two.”

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