based on this request: “FRY PLS DO A SOULMATE AU WITH 4/4 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU HEAD MICHAEL-STYLE“
I’m going to make one for each of the boys, so don’t bite my head off just yet!
send me requests kids!
Upon the discovery of one’s soulmate, the following behaviors have been observed and marked as a constant.
Stage One: Euphoria
During this stage, the persons involved in the soulmate relationship are known to experience a heightened sense of happiness and bliss, often resulting in elation and, in extreme cases, dangerously reckless behavior.
This stage is triggered by a rush of endorphins to the brain, signaling the proximity (approximately 20 cubic meters) of one soulmate to the other. Typically lasts 30 minutes to an hour.
Stage Two: Awakening
Awakening is when the physical soulmate bond manifests itself. Traditionally, the soulmate bond is in the form of a set of identical tattoos, but identical scars or birthmarks may also be present.
Pain can often accompany the appearance of the bond, but severity varies from person to person. Nausea, fatigue, lack of motor skills, and fainting follow within one hour of the appearance if the soulmates have still not met, but meetings under 4 hours after the soul bond manifestation show no harsh side effects.
Stage Three: Exaltation
Occurs when soulmates meet for first time. Statistics show that 99.99% of soulmates who meet during Exaltation remain successful. Dissatisfaction with one’s soulmate is extremely rare and often a side effect of severe trauma and/or chemical imbalance within said soulmate’s body.
Stage Three Alternative: Deterioration
The result of disregard to one’s soulmate bond or lack of physical interaction between soulmates following Stage Two. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, unorganized speech, paranoia, delusions, fever, and hemoptypsis. Can be treated, but recovery primarily depends on unification of soulmates.
Severe cases of withdrawal can often result in death. The average person can suffer up to 6 hours of Stage Three Alternative before the body succumbs to a catatonic stasis. Catatonia may only last 3 hours on average, and the heart stops beating.
Records show soulmates, in rare cases, may survive without the other, with the assistance of corrective surgeries and, frequently, removal of the apocrine glands, should one’s soulmate die a premature death or be unfit for relationship.
You blew over the steam that rose from your coffee in small waves, shivering slightly. The weather outside was icy, the wind whipping around like shards. You pulled your sweater tighter around you, sipping from your cup. You had retired yourself to a coffee shop right off your campus, needing a break from the hustle and bustle that came with finals being over.
Pulling out a weathered copy of your favorite novel, you curled up in the plush chair in the far corner of the shop. You felt antsy for some unknown reason, the few humorous lines sending you into giggles. The few other inhabitants of the shop ignored you for the most part, so you chalked it up to caffeine.
The bell tolled lightly, signaling the arrival of another chilly guest. The burst of wind accompanying the stranger gave you goosebumps, and you curled in tighter on yourself, not looking up from the novel. The restlessness grew worse and worse, and then stopped altogether. You would have rolled your eyes at yourself, if you could have.
Note to self, you thought. Avoid all caffeinated drinks following the first 72 hours of final exams.
You felt a twinge on your wrist, twitching slightly. The twinge quickly turned into a burning that spread from your wrist in both directions, circling your arm to your elbow, making your fingers burn. You gasped, dropping your book with a thud, because it burned. You bit back tears, your entire arm shaking with the pain of what was happening. Distantly, your mind went over all the lessons you learned in your high school sex education classes.
“Pain can often accompany the appearance of the bond, but severity varies from person to person.”
Of fucking course your soulmate mark would be painful. You heard a clattering of chairs across the shop, someone clattering towards you loudly, swearing.
“Motherfuck- ow! Goddamnit, this hurts- ow!” You looked up, tears welled in your eyes, as a tall, dark hair boy stumbled towards you, cup in one hand, a small paper bag in the other.
He stopped as soon as you made eye contact, staring at you for a long moment, grimace sliding off of his face. Then, just as fast, he was clambering over to you, abandoning his belongings on a table nearby, sinking to his knees in front of you.
“Babe, babe, are you alright? Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful. Don’t cry, love, I promise I’m not that bad.” He was positively beaming at you, taking your newly-tattooed hand, kissing it gently, turning it over and over in his.
“’S not you, just hurts is all.” You sniffled, your eyes already drying as the pain subsided. “I’m (y/n), I promise I don’t cry all the time.”
He gave you another smile, green eyes twinkling with delight. “I’m Michael, I actually cry a lot during rom-com’s.”
You laughed, relishing the silky sound of his voice. He glanced around, finding his drink and bag on the table over, setting it down at yours, nestling himself beside you.
“I feel kind of stupid now. I got a blueberry muffin, didn’t even want it, but my hand felt like it was on fire and all I could think was, ‘I have to get this fucking muffin.’”
You chuckled lightly, tracing the design that trailed up his arm, identical to your own. “The blueberry muffins from here are my absolute favorite.” You murmured, recognizing the design.
He smiled softly, watching your hand. “A dragon. We have matching dragon tattoos. We’re so badass.” You both let out a small giggle. “Seriously, I had a mate- poor guy, he’s punk rock, really- but him and his girl have these massive flowers on their ribs. Like, fucking huge- they start at like the shoulder and stop right above all their personal bits…”
He trailed on, never running out of things to say, and you found yourself leaning against his chest, the rhythm of his voice lulling you into a sense of security as you watched the weather toil on outside.