#soulmate!michael

[suchalonelysunflower]

Let’s say I have a very long fic that can be broken down into a series of 5 blurbs…. 👀 what would you prefer? If series, first chapter up today and I’ll try to make one a day (more or less)

[softforcal]

Soulmate!AU but the one where any tattoo you get shows up on your soulmate and you're Michael's soulmate and get tired of video game tattoos so you get a super small tattoo on the bottom of your foot that says "stop getting video game tattoos." and your phone number so he, whoever your soulmate is, can call you.

another video game showed up and you sighed. whether you cared about video games or not it was starting to get annoying. so you decided to go to the tattoo parlour. they have a whole agreement thing about understanding any tattoo you get will show up on your soulmate and you had a bit of a laugh with the artist about the video game tattoos.

figuring a small tattoo on your foot would be out of the way and it was easy enough to choose “stop getting video game tattoos.” and you were nervous about putting your phone number, after all, it wouldn’t be your number forever and people generally advised against doing that sort of thing because soul mates are supposed to be ‘fated’ and all that shit but you do it anyways.

a few days pass and there’s still no phone call.

meanwhile Michael is on tour and he’s so busy he doesn’t have time to do much. finally on a day off on the bus, he kicks up his feet to play some video games. Ashton walks in a little while later and is like, “did you get another tattoo without telling us?”

“what, no!” Michael sits up and tries to get a good look at his foot.

“oh my god, it says ‘stop getting video game tattoos.’!” Ashton laughed, “wait, there’s some numbers, smaller underneath.”

“like a phone number?!”

you’re sleeping when your phone buzzes and you groggily answer it, there’s silence on the other end, “hello?” you ask again.

“sorry i shouldn’t have called.”

“wait, is this… are you my soulmate?” you ask, realizing who it must be.

“Michael.”

“I’m Y/N, god what time zone are you in?”

“sorry i’m on tour, not quite sure what time zone im in right now.”

“tour?”

“yeah, i’m in a band. i should call you later, i woke you up.” he mumbles.

“it’s okay, wait, let me look you up, what’s your last name?”

“Clifford.”

the results are instant and you’re just kinda shocked for a moment. his voice saying your name draws you back to reality and you just kinda laugh awkwardly, “wow, you’re like famous.”

“yeah.” he says awkwardly.

“so what’s with the video game tattoos?”

this sparks a whole conversation that lasts until the sun comes up for you and sets for him. “i should go…. but Michael?”

“yeah?”

“please, no more video game tattoos without talking to me first.”

[british-irish-aussies]

Black and White (M.C.)

Summary: Everyone in the world has a soulmate and when they meet their soulmate they are able to see in color. Y/N never had luck with anything in her life but it might be different when it’s time to find her soulmate.

A/N: Sorry, but I’m shit at writing summaries! This wasn’t requested but I wanted to write a soulmate!5sos imagine, so there you have it. But feel free to request anything you want!

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Throughout your whole life you have never been the one that was blessed with a lot of luck. Quite early your parents got a divorce and you never had any siblings you could talk to. Some might say that you were fortunate to not have a brother or sister but because friends were rare in your life as well, you wished for just another person in your life.

Your only hope that your life would get better was your soulmate. Everyone in the world had one, ever since you were born you would only be able to see black and white, but your parents always told you about how beautiful colors were though imaging what they looked like was hard when you had never seen it in your life.

Although years and years passed but your vision stayed the same, dull and grey. Just a few days ago you had graduated and everyone around you had already found their soulmate and yet again you were feeling more and more frustrated. This soulmate was supposed to be the one to bring something meaningful into your life.

You were out in the city to find some new clothes for the warm summer that was ahead of you. You had already found some pretty cute clothes that made you a bit happier than you were just a couple hours ago. It was hard finding something that matches if you can’t see the colors but there were always some nice store assistants that helped you with which color the clothes were. Your parents had always told you which matched and which didn’t, so you could try your best finding some clothes you might like. You were strolling around looking from side to side at the little stores, trying to squeeze through the crowd of people that were also shopping.

When you were stopping to look at a particular store window, because the clothes there looked appealing to you, was the moment you noticed something has changed. You needed a few moments to realize what exactly was different, but then you saw everything. You saw every single color, not just the dull black and white surroundings that followed you your whole life so far.

Joyful, you turned around expecting to see your soulmate standing close to you but there were just too many people to point out who it was. Your happy and hopeful face expression fell more and more until you just had a frown on your face. You couldn’t believe that the moment when you were actually going to find your soulmate, wasn’t the moment you would find your soulmate because of the crowd of people surrounding you.

“Just my luck!” you said to yourself.

You tried staying a bit longer, even stepping onto a little higher platform, to see if you found someone looking for someone else like you did but there was no one. You couldn’t cope with the feeling, so the only thing that could cheer you up now was a big hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows that your favorite café served and fortunately it was just around the corner.

When you walked in and looked for a seat, you noticed only a couple of other people spotted all around the room like usual. You found yourself a seat next to the window, the nearest table occupied by a group of four guys but you didn’t mind them. You heard them mention soulmates at some point but you were too frustrated to even try and listen what they had to say about their amazing relationships with their soulmates.

You finally couldn’t take it anymore and let a tear slip from your eye, just looking out the video. You tried to convince yourself that it was only to forget everything around you, yet concentrate on your hot chocolate, but secretly you knew that it was to see if you could find your soulmate somewhere out there after all.

Suddenly you felt somebody touch your shoulder and jumped in your seat. You turned around to find one of the guys that sat at the table closest to you. He was tall and had blond, curly hair.

You had to look up in order to see his face but were confused why he approached you, so you looked at him questioningly.

“I’m sorry, but I saw you-“, he stopped looking a little awkward. “Are you okay?”

It was then that you noticed that you were still crying. You knew it was stupid, but you wiped away the tears on your face, shaking your head.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” you answered quietly. He just looked at you blankly before sitting down in front of you.

“Okay, that was a stupid question to ask. I saw you crying, so you’re clearly not okay.” He laid his hand on top of yours. “May I ask what is wrong?”

You pulled your hand away from under his hand. “No, you may not!” You stated loudly. “I will not just tell a stranger my whole life story, sorry!” Clearly worked up about this situation you turned back to the window, hoping he would leave you sulk in your misery.

“But …” he started yet you interrupted him.

“NO! Just leave me alone! I had the worst day ever! I don’t need a guy questioning me about me finally seeing full spectrum yet not being able to find my soulmate.” You stopped at what you just said, closing your eyes and simply shaking your head. You were glad that you had finished you hot chocolate, so you paid, stood and walked to the door. You hear a quiet “Go talk to her!” from somewhere behind you before you walked through the door.

Just mere seconds after you exited, you, once again, felt a hand on your shoulder but this time it tingled a little.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” you shouted at the person touching who you believe to be the boy you had talked to. But you quickly shut your mouth because you came face to face with the most handsome boy you had ever laid eyes on. He had bright hair, a color you had yet to learn what it was called, and his eyes sparkled in the most beautiful color.

“I’m sorry for the trouble you had with my mate Ashton. He just really can’t see people upset. I’m Michael, by the way, and I believe we are soulmates.” He, Michael, told you and held out his hand for you to shake.

“I-I’m Y/N! Nice to meet you.” You smiled at him and walked back inside the little café with him.

Request

[sweetestcalum]

Everyone was born with one tattoo on their body. Yours was a small daisy tucked away on the inside of your ankle. Almost unnoticeable. Every time you fell in love with someone, their tattoo would appear on your body, without the knowledge of the other person. Most people didn't even know they were in love yet. And at almost 18, you had only your own tattoo. Michael, however, had many. Your best friend became smitten quite easily, his love never requited. But that did not deter his hopeless romantics. You were more guarded. You were afraid of falling for the wrong person and doing something stupid because of it. You told yourself you were waiting for the right person. That's what you told everyone, except Michael. Michael told you not to worry. He assured you that whoever was lucky enough to have your simply beautiful daisy inked into their flesh would come along soon. You constantly asked Michael to show you his own tattoo, but he refused, instead saying that yours was much more appealing. As your 18th birthday grew nearer and nearer, you grew more anxious still. Your self assuredness long abandoned, Michael's words could barely comfort you anymore. You felt desperate and a slightly worried. You'd began to wonder if the right person would ever come along. What if you were destined to live with one single tattoo for your whole life? Your parents were much less worried. Well your father was, resorting to skirting around you, anxiously avoiding talks of soul mates and "Mr. Right,", Your mother on the other hand, became overly attentive and way too supportive. The morning before your 18th birthday, you awoke to a burning sensation on the small of your back. "Mikey? Mike, wake up..." You said groggily, your hand rubbing your back through your shirt. You were staying the night at Michael's, trying to avoid your overbearing mother. "Mm?" Michael grumbled, making no effort to get up. "Seriously Michael, you need to get up," You said urgently, throwing a pillow at his head. "Are you dying?" He asked, face buried in the pillow. "Pretty much," You pleaded. Michael finally sat up, raising his eyebrow at you questioningly. "I think I got my tattoo," You said nervously biting your lip. Michael gulped. "Want me to look for you?" He asked. You nodded and lifted your shirt up slightly, revealing your lower back. You heard Michael gasp slightly. "What? Is it someone we know?" You asked anxiously. "No, no. It's just... very beautiful," Michael answered slowly. "Can I have a mirror?" You asked quietly. Michael walked out of his bedroom before returning seconds later with a small hand mirror. You lifted it up over your shoulder and craned your neck to see. "What do you think?" Michael asked anxiously. You opened your mouth to speak, but no comprehensible words escaped your lips. On your back was a large, intricate butterfly. It's beautiful colors put your small daisy tattoo to shame, it's delicate wings spread across your back. "Michael..." "It's something isn't it?" He grinned. "Who's is it?" You frowned. "Oh, right. I don't know," Michael answered, his face falling. You fell silent. "You should probably go home and tell your parents. Can't keep them waiting," "Oh. You're right," You replied, still slightly dazed, from sleep or the shock of your new tattoo, you weren't Your father was a bit overprotective, wanting to know who the tattoo belonged too, but you couldn't answer that. Your mother assured you that you would discover in time and made you promise not to worry about it too much. The next day, you and Michael had a lunch date planned for your birthday. As you got ready, you paused every once and a while to admire the tattoo in the mirror. You had absolutely fallen in love with it and wondered who the beautiful tattoo belonged to. "Hey Mike. Ready for lunch?" You asked cheerfully, answering his knock quickly. "Can we talk first?" Michael asked, standing on your doorstep, scratching the back of his neck anxiously. "Sure. Come on in," You began to open the door wider when he stopped you. "Maybe we should do it outside," "Yeah okay," You followed him out to your porch swing, plopping down next to him. Your heels barely touched the ground in the flats you were wearing, your daisy tattoo in full view. You glanced over at Michael's hand, covered in large, richly colored roses. "It always seemed absurd to me to get a tattoo that wasn't from a person you loved," You said, fingers tracing one of the roses that Michael had actually intentionally gotten inked onto his hand. "They were just so striking, I couldn't resist," He said smiling fondly. "What did you need to tell me?" You asked quietly. "Not so much tell, more show," Michael said, pulling his hand away from yours and running it up and down his jeans restlessly. He stood abruptly, taking a deep breath. He reached down and lifted up his pant leg ever so slightly, revealing a small, intricate daisy tattoo on his ankle. One that matched yours exactly. "Wait-" "Hold on, there's more," Michael said breathlessly. He turned around and lifted up his shirt to reveal the gloriously colorful butterfly on the small of his back. "Oh my god," You choked out. Michael turned around abruptly, the worry in his eyes quickly fading to relief when he glimpsed the wide smile on your face. "Your tattoo showed up a few months ago. I didn't tell you because I was almost certain you would never feel the same way. I got the roses the day after because I didn't know what else to do with myself. I was scared and nearly heartbroken. And then my tattoo showed up on your back yesterday..." Michael broke into a grin. "You never showed me your tattoo. You always said mine was more beautiful. But really you were hiding the most stunning and alluring tattoo of them all," You told him, your eyes shining with tears of sheer joy. Michael pulled you into his arms instantly, his lips meeting yours gently at first, but suddenly melding into something more meaningful. When you finally pulled apart, you were both grinning like maniacs. "How bout that lunch date?"

[remember-that-one-blog]

A/N: Its finally here! And for those of you who don’t know a ‘buggy’ is a shopping cart. I just thought I’d clarify because when I go further north or out west I get weird looks when I say it. Just...

[5sosisourlife]

Faded To Grey

Word Count: 1.6K

Prompt: When you are born your vision is black and white, but once you met your soulmate your vision filled with color. But when your soulmate died, your vision goes back to black and white.

This is sort of long, so bear with it. I’m actually really proud of this one, and I hope you all like it too!

Mobile Masterlist // Masterlist

Being born with the sight of an old TV that never was able to show color made everything bland. Everything blended into each other, making no one thing special in the sense of vibrancy or vividness. It’s always been the ambition of every young child to finally meet the person that would fill the void of color. Locking eyes with your soulmate brought colors into your vision, and the explosion of energy made the bond stronger between the two lovers. When a soulmate dies, which is pure tragedy on its own, the other half doesn’t just have to deal with life being lived without their other half. Their vision goes back to grey, making the world a boring place without their other half to brighten it up again.

Michael’s life was always boring. Besides the fact that he couldn’t see in color. He was an only child making his form of entertainment being internet friends who would play video games with him. School of course didn’t help anything. The constant homework, tests, and hours of hours of notes. Homework was barely getting finished on time, and tests were barely being passed all throughout middle school. Michael barely squeaked by. School never worked out for him once he got into the older years. The teachers always caught onto his slacking, and they never expected him to do anything special. Eventually Michael got tired of doing all these syllabus’, so he decided that he would drop out. His mother was, of course, upset and disappointed but she would never love her son any less.

It was an average day for Michael when he finally met you. He was out with some friends doing his normal thing. All of them needed caffeine to keep them awake after hours of staying in one room going over the same thing over and over again. The small café was always a safe place for Michael to go whenever he needed his caffeine fix. Silence was always calming for Michael, and this café gave him just that. A bell went off as he walked into the room grabbing the attention of the brunette girl behind the counter. “Michael I was waiting for you to come in! The usual 4 cups right?” The young worker was always too vibrant this early in the morning. He never understood how she could do this, but being desperate for money was something that Michael did understand. Nodding his head, yes, he turned to the side to look at the small pictures hung up on the wall as she was making his drinks. The sound of the mixture of coffee and creamer filled the shop as people were typing their papers which were due that morning. His hand was about to brush against his favorite picture before the loud sound of the bell brought him out of the little trance he was in. The girl walking in, you, looked overwhelmed. Your backpack was overflowing with papers that were done at the last minute. The vibrant girl making his drinks turned towards you to make your order. Deciding that this wasn’t something that was going to interest him Michael turned back around to continue looking at the collage of pictures. He was lost in his own thoughts until he heard your voice, gliding over to his ears like the music that he always created. His conscious was practically screaming for him to turn to look at you. Michael never felt this way with anyone, so he pushed the feelings aside, and he got back to his own thoughts. “Michael your drinks are ready! Tell the boys I said hi they haven’t been in here in a while.” He turned to walk over when he bumped into someone. A short sorry escaping both of your lips before his eyes looked down towards you, and before he was going to say anything else the bright colors of the world filled his vision.

The years after were wonderful after that day. After meeting your significant other things in your life always got better. Of course the ability to view the colors of the world made everything better on its own, but moods and motivations always increased, and overall life was better. Michael’s band grew and grew for years before they finally made it big. Performing at sold out shows every night, and saving thousands of lives without even knowing it. Before meeting you Michael’s lyrics were always on the sadder side, with nothing motivating him to write anything happy. Once meeting you his lyrics started to become happier and full of love, and while he was becoming happier every day, his fans were becoming happier too knowing that their inspiration was happy.

Marriage was something that made two people vow their love to each other, but the two of you always thought it was sort of foolish. The love between you two was what bonding the two of you together instead of the normal spoken vows and wedding rings. Your parents always nagged the both of you waiting until the day that they could plan an extravagant wedding so they could watch the two of you do something that was absolutely pointless. Being the two rule-breakers you were the both of you decided that getting married in Vegas was the perfect wedding. So one night after drinking a few with all your friends you found the perfect little chapel, and the both of you got hitched.

Children. Something the two of you didn’t think much about for years after the wedding. There was not much time for either of you to take care of a child. Hell neither of you could take care of yourself as the tour was going on. So there was obvious fear as you sat in a hotel bathroom looking at the little stick in your hand with two blatant lines showing that you were in fact pregnant. The fear wasn’t from Michael leaving you. His love and affection was too strong, but there was no way that his schedule was going to conform for a child. You frantically called hoping for him to come home the minute he heard how afraid you were. Your voice was laced with fear and tears as you told him to come home quickly because there was something you needed to tell him. Michael on the other line almost panicked from the fear of losing you. He wasn’t sure what he did, or how he lost you, but that’s all he could think about the whole way home from being out with the boys. When he came to the hotel and into the bathroom relief filled his body as he watched you show him the little stick showing that you were pregnant. Joy filled him as he engulfed you in a hug making sure that you knew that he was going to make this work because he loves you, and nothing will take that away.

When little baby Clifford was born it was right on schedule. Michael planned around the tour to make sure that he was going to be there for it. He stood there watching as sweat trickled down your face while your hand was squeezing his so hard that he could have thought it was going to lose circulation, but it was worth it in the end. All the pain, 9 months of moodiness, and the food craving were stuck in the past because the minute Michael held his little girl for the first time the last part of his heart was complete. He had two beautiful girls, and nothing in the world would be able to wipe the silly smile off of his face.

Shopping with his little princess was always a joy, especially food shopping. She took after her father by loving every food known to man. Her little hands would grip at random food items, and eventually grabbing one making Michael have to turn around and put it back onto its appropriate shelf. You were out with friends which you missed dearly. Michael’s phone went off showing that he was getting another text from you; About to leave the mall babe. Their coming back to our house if you don’t mind! Your text made him smile softly because nothing that you did bothered him. As long as you were happy he was happy. About 20 minutes later Michael couldn’t shake this feeling of panic. Ever since he texted you back nothing seemed to be normal. His hands would shake as he was grabbing something, and the bundle of nerves in his stomach never went away. The noise of his daughter dropping her toy brought him out of his thoughts as he had to bend down to grab it. Once he handed her the toy his life changed for the worst. The vibrant colors of the grocery started to slowly fade into monotone. His body and mind stopped working. Your daughter sat in the cart freaking out since her father was staring blankly with no emotion showing. He watched as the bright pink shirt your daughter was wearing slowly fade into a dull grey. People moved around him trying to finish their shopping, but all Michael cared about was you. What had happened? He just texted you on the phone 20 minutes ago. You were alive and well having an amazing time with your friends, and now you weren’t in this world anymore. The fire of color that you had ignited for him has faded back to grey.

[clumsy-hood]

Soulmate with anyone??

you were explained to at a young age that the mark of soulmates would be based on hair color - whatever hue their hair would change to would be the same color of your fingernails, almost as though it were fingernail polish - and unbeknownst to you soulmate!michael happened to be a passionate culprit involving hair dye, so much in fact that you noticed the tips of fingers having changed three different times within a month and you worried your soulmate would end up being bald by the time you met them; though it bothered you at first - you enjoyed the idea of your nails somewhat coordinating with your outfits - you started to enjoy and become fascinated by the galaxies you’d wake up to on your fingertips or what appeared flames in intricate designs or even a near shimmering gold that only left you longing more and more to meet your mystery soulmate. were they doing this purposely? changing their hair so your nails would be a beautiful and almost adventurous reminder of your impending meeting? then one day you woke up to what appeared as waves along your fingernails, painted in the most comforting blue with the ends rather jagged, and you were ready to question it - whatever phase your soulmate may be going through - when you glanced up at a boy struggling to keep his cup of coffee from spilling on your shirt in the middle of the shop, whose nails glowed like yours as you locked eyes with one another - a strand of that blue in his hair falling in front of michael’s eyes.

[psychosocialmgc]

in your lifetime, people knew they had found their soulmates when their heart started beating. until they found that one person, their heart was as cold and still as a brick wall. you weren’t even truly alive until you found the person who was perfect for you...

you were walking to a nearby cafe whilst humming a tune you heard in the subway. you swung the cafe door open and automatically smelled coffee and muffins. you hadn’t stepped one foot into the room when a body slammed into yours. you stumbled backwards and started to mumble an apology when you looked up at the stranger. the boy in front of you had bright green eyes and artificially colored red hair. your words died in your throat and you couldn’t breathe. that’s when you felt it. the unmistakable feel of your heart pounding in your chest. you could feel your heart beat throughout your body. the feeling was overwhelming and you had to put your hand to your chest to reassure yourself that it was real. one look at the red head in front of you made you aware that he felt it to. you caught your breath and held out a hand. “[y/n],” you told him. instead of taking your hand and shaking it, he pulled you to his chest in a tight hug while whispering in your ear, “michael.” you swear it was the most beautiful sound in the world.