Various Fandom One Shots

Colors (fem!Justin LaBoy)

YourOtherMother request
Soulmate au where you see colors after you see your soulmate
Female reader
  Black, white, and grey, varying in shades and being the only colors I know. It's boring living in a colorless world all because you can't find your soulmate. My soulmate could be all the way across the world, for all I know. I might just be stuck with these colors.
  The bell tied to the door rings, reminding me I have a job to do. Working in a cafe isn't the best job, but I'm still capable of paying for my apartment monthly, and that's all that matters.
"Can I help you," it's a girl. Her hair ends at her chin. The clothes she wears, or at least her shirt, must be striped since its pattern is black and grey.
"Hi, uh, can I get a table," she asks a bit nervous.
"Of course," I lead her to the booth in the back. "I'm Y/n, by the way." She beams, motioning for me to sit with a sudden confidence.
"Justin," she introduces herself and suddenly the world around me explodes into colors I don't even know the name of. It's beautiful and overwhelming all at once, and I want to cry. "Oh, my- are you okay?"
"Do you see it," it comes out in a whisper, as if I say it any louder it might not be true.
"Yes," Justin says, grin on her face. "I can see it too."

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Two months. I've waited two months for this moment. She's waited two months for this moment. Two months of getting to know each other, of spending time together, of falling asleep on my couch during movie marathons together. Two months.
"Hello, N/n," I smile at her, still amazed by how gorgeous she is with h/c locks and e/c irises.
"Hi, Justin," she sounds shy because we both know what today is.
We agreed two months ago that we would take our time and on August 14, if either felt ready, we would become a couple.
"Are you ready, love," she asks me. There's anxiety in her voice and hope on her face.
"Of course, darling," I'm smiling so wide my cheeks hurt as she crashes into my arms. "Oh, I've been wanting to do this forever."
"Go ahead," she smirks.
  Our lips connect, moving against each other in a passion. She's soft, so very soft. How I have waited this long, I don't know.
  It ends with her gently and playfully nipping my lip. I rest my forehead against her own, thinking back to when we first met.
"I love you."
"And I, you, Justin."

That was shit. Sorry.