I am awfully sentimental. Of books,
belongings, people, places. It matters very little
how positive or negative the experience was. If
it shared some meaningful time in my life, I’ll
have trouble letting go.
-the perfect man
-best friend relationship
-with tense moments in between
-him taking pictures of you when you aren’t looking
-you getting mad and chasing him to delete it
-you’ll never succeed
-he’s too fast and will protect the precious moment he captured
-he needs someone who can handle him
-like legit probably get into arguments over the tiniest things
-“i swear you better not”
- ur gonna do it
- “you’re not the boss of me excuse”
- “Y/N don’t you da-”
- “are you going to stop me????”
- “don’t y/N STO-”
- “WATCH M E”
- “I SAID N O”
- meanwhile the boys are panicking in the other room because of all the yelling
- but when they come check it’s just you guys fighting bc of a video game
- “guys guys guys it’s just a ga-”
- both of you: “SHUT UP JACKSON NO ONE ASKED YOU”
- play fighting
- so many inside jokes
- you guys could be looking at one of the other members do something and give each other that look
- and burst out into laughter
- double dates w/ Youngjae
- he loves you two so mUCH
- in public the most you’ll get is hand holding
- but in closed spaces
- he always has his arms around you
- pokes your legs
- your tummy
- and you slap his hands away
- but he keeps doing it bc it annoys you
- but mostly because he thinks you’re so c u t e and hot at the same time
- “you’re so cute jagiya”
- u heard and ur eternally blushing holy moly
- the boys adore you
- because their leader can get angry
- but u know how to calm him down
- and you aren’t scared to argue with him
- random gifts
- BOY ABOUT TO GIVE YOU A SCRAPBOOK
- IT’LL BE THE CUTEST THING
- So many pictures of you that you didn’t know about
- and of the two of you together
- of places where you guys visited
- pictures of you sleeping with lil captions that he wrote on the side
- when you’re sad he’ll hold you and tell you to stop being dumb
- and he’ll start making jokes about Jackson and BamBam probably
- and you can’t stay sad when you’re with him
-you’re his safe place and he’s yours
- you and Nora taking cat naps together
- and he thinks it’s the most precious thing in the world oh my god
- there are hardly any serious pictures of the two of you together
- you guys could spend hours laughing and making fun of each other
- if you live together beware
- there’s a silent ongoing prank war going on
- you’ll be coming out of the bathroom at night and he’s waiting outside to scare you
- “W HY ARE YO U LIKE TH I S”
- He’s dying with laughter on the floor
- “Yah jagi let me in im sORRY”
- the door slowly opens
- insert horror movie music
- “You can’t stay mad at m- OHMYFXKC”
-“THAT WASNT FAIR
- Now you’re laughing but u better run
- babygirl kind of guy
- you’ll be lying together in bed and he just gets real close
-starts whispering random things
- some not so random
- “c'monnn babygirl~”
- and he’ll smile right after
- late night car rides
- he’ll take you anywhere and everywhere
- you frame some of the pictures he takes
- and when he finds out about the pictures you have of him on your phone he tries to delete them
- but can’t figure out your password
- and whenever you fight with him he remembers about the pictures and can’t stay mad
- “I hate you get away from me”
- “You’re a horrible liar Y/N”
- “No I really do actually hate you”
- “Is that why you have all those pictures of me in your phone?”
- d e a t h g l a r e
- “you’re so cute when you’re mad”
- basically a relationship with Im Jaebum is filled with adventures and life and so much love that the two of you show in subtle ways
- whether it’s you listening to him sing and helping him through whatever he needs, big or small
- or him being your best friend and soulmate, always feeling the need to protect and love you
- you guys love each other like little kids and that’s all you could ever ask for
hey could you do a fic where carl gets the reader pregnant by mistake but they end up keeping the baby and the reader survives the birth?? love ur acc btw!!x
a/n: I’m sorry it’s been a while I’m just so shit. I will post more requests this week so if you’ve made a request look out for yours. Also to the person who requested this, if you’d prefer a smuttier version I’d be glad to give you it. xo
Warnings: None, implied smut I guess.
You lay on the bed next to a sleeping Carl as you lace your fingers with his. It was about 4:30 in the morning and you were going out of your mind. You reach into the pocket of your jeans and pull out the pregnancy test you took earlier. You examine it, staring at the 2 lines on the stick as Carl stirs, moving so his head rests on your chest and your arm is resting on him. You sigh as you being to wonder again.
You could run away. But that wouldn’t solve anything and you couldn’t bare to part with Carl. You could tell him but you were afraid of how he would react. You didn’t know whether he’d be so happy that he’s basically beaming or you didn’t know whether he’d be so angry that steam could be coming out of his ears. Those were the only options. No matter how scared you were you’d never give up your’s and Carl’s baby.
You sigh deeply but quietly careful not to wake Carl up and you stare up at the ceiling as you feel nauseous before you start to feel your eyes droop so you put the stick back in your pocket and then let yourself fall deeper and deeper.
When you wake Carl isn’t beside you and then you immediately freeze. Your hands fly down to your pockets but when you feel the stick you breath a sigh of relief. You move to stand up but when you do you feel the sudden urge to be sick. You rush to the bathroom but when you get there the door is locked. You bang on the door as you breath in and out and then you are greeted with Carl, smiling when he sees it’s you but frowning when you push past him.
“Are you okay?” Carl asks as his hands move to rub over your back, soothing you. You shake your head, still hunched over the toilet. He kneels down beside you once you flush the toilet. You stay sat on the floor as you try to calm yourself. He looks at you and lays a hand on your cheek and you lean into his touch. “What’s wrong? Are you ill?” He whispers. Your eyes flutter shut as your heart quickens and you smile at him.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just got a little dizzy that’s all, i’m fine.” You murmur as you stand from the floor, Carl following. You leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom as you sit on the bed. You breath in deeply, your hand moving to your stomach before getting up and walking back into the bathroom. Carl must’ve gone downstairs because when you switch the shower on you realise he isn’t upstairs anymore. You take your clothes off, chucking them to the side before stepping in. You let the water fall down your back before moving your head so the water covers your face.
You put your clothes back on before leaving the bathroom and going down the stairs. You see Rick with Judith and you walk into the kitchen.
“You alright?” You are greeted by Michonne and before she leaves the kitchen she stops. “Everything alright with you and Carl?” She asks while her hand touches your arm in a comforting way. You look down at your arm and then look back up.
“Of course. Why?” You question, still staring Michonne in the eye. She looks at the door then back to you before sighing.
“Carl just came down the stairs and he looked pretty angry. When we asked what was wrong he just stormed out of the house.” She huffs. Your brows furrow as your mind rushes. You think but the more you think the more confused you get. Then your eyes widen as you go stiff. Your eyes wide, almost bulging out of their sockets and your breathing deep. You move your hand to the pocket of your jeans and pat vigorously. Carl must’ve found the test in your pocket when your clothes were on the floor when you showered.
Your mind blanks as you forget everything for a second before you run to the door of the house and leave. You search for Carl from the doorstep but when you can’t see him you find someone.
“Have you seen Carl?” You spot Carol in the street as she walks and as you breath harshly, her face turns from cheerful to confused.
“Yeah I just saw him. He went into the chapel.” She says and without even thanking her you rush past her. You reach the front doors of the chapel and try to calm yourself. You take a deep breath in and then push the door open and you are met with a pacing Carl holding the pregnancy test in his hand. He doesn’t look up when you walk towards him but utter something inaudible to you. You stop walking and wait for him to look at you.
“How long have you know?” He whispers.
“Couple of days.” You say, your voice breaking as you feel yourself shake a little. He breaths abnormally quick as you furrow your brows and search his face for some sort of emotion.
“I can’t be a father.” He sighs as you see a grimace on his face. Out of no where he throws the stick to the floor and it bounces, descending slowly. Your eyes blink fast as your heart rate increases and you take a small step back. You break and stare at Carl before you huff and begin to walk over to him but he steps back. “Just give me a second.” He murmurs at you. You sigh and without thinking about it your hand moves to your stomach and you shake your head.
“You think I’m ready for this? I’m scared shitless. I’ve been going out of my fucking mind not knowing what to do. But I know you can be a father, I’ve seen you with Judith.” Carl looks into your eyes and soon you are walking towards him, slowly. But this time he doesn’t stop you. He merely watches you as your feet lightly move across the room. You finally reach him and you both just stare at each other.
And then, it’s as if the earth wanted you too, your lips connected to each other and his hands move to your face as he pulls you close. It’s passionate and deep which makes you breath harshly when he pulls back.
“I love you.” He whispers as he searches your eyes. You let out a small chuckle and nod your head lightly.
“And I you, which is why I know I can do this. It’s why I know we can do this. We can give this kid a happy life. We can all be happy.” Your hands cup his cheeks and his eye shuts as he huffs out a sigh. He nods at you and you take his hand and walk out of the chapel with him to head back home. “There’s only one thing worse than telling you.” You say as you walk side by side, your hands laced together.
“And that is?”
“Telling Rick.” You laugh and then Carl stops in the middle of the street. His face frozen into a petrified stare. You walk back to him and put your hands on his shoulders as you gently push him towards home. “It’ll be fine, I promise.” You whisper to him. “I’ll speak to him before you tell him okay?” He nods and you smile.
11 M O N T H S L A T E R
You stand, hovering over yours and Carl’s bed as you watch your son sleeping peacefully. As you look at him you know that he is someone that you would do anything for. Along with Carl of course. You brush your hand lightly over Aidens cheek as your heart grows more and more. You hear footsteps coming up he stairs and you are met with Carl.
“Here’s his-” You silence him by covering his mouth and his brows furrow. You point to Aiden sleeping on the bed and he nods.
“Shh, be quiet. He’s finally sleeping.” You mumble.
“So I waited for his dummy to be clean and he fell asleep anyway.” You chuckle and place a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Yeah, all I did was stroke his hair. He fell asleep in a matter of seconds.” You whisper and he smiles down at you. You were grateful for everything that’s happened in your life so far. Here you are, stood in a room with your sleeping son and your loving fiance. Carl was one of the bes things that ever happened to you, along with Aiden and you wouldn’t be who you are today without Carl. You hear footsteps again and this time you are both greeted with Rick and a sleeping Judith in his arms.
“I’ll watch him. You guys go out for a bit, have some time alone. But please no more grand kids. Not at the moment at least.” He chuckles as he lays Judith next to Aiden.
“Are you sure?” You whisper and he nods.
“Of course, I remember how hard it was when we first had you Carl. Lori was always up at night feeding you and I was always up with you in the mornings. Guess you guys understand now.” He laughs lightly and you do too before leaving the room, thanking him. You both sit on the sofa downstairs and you place a kiss on his lips before moving to straddle him.
“My dad could hear us you know.” He murmurs against your lips. Your hand moves to the button of his shirt before disconnecting your lips.
“I guess we should try to be quiet then shouldn’t we.” You laugh and he kisses you hard.
“I love you. And Aiden too of course.” He whispers before laying you down gently.
“I love you both, so much.” You felt happier than you have ever felt before. You were lucky to have the family you have now, even if the world has gone to shit.
“I am awfully sentimental. Of books, belongings, people, places. It matters very little how positive or negative the experience was. If it shared some meaningful time in my life, I'll have trouble letting go.”
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I M A G I N E
“Don’t go,” Michael would groan, his arm safely strapped around your body as you attempted to leave the bed. His adorable clingy-ness present itself to you as he would snuggled up against the nape of your neck and attempt to fall asleep again.
These were typical mornings with Michael Clifford. After 4 years of being together, he finally grew the balls to engage you, and then marry you. And it was quite the wedding, if you were being honest. He married you at one of the bands’ concerts, with a real priest and flowers practically all over the place. It wasn’t the normal wedding you imagined yourself having, but then again, you weren’t dating a normal guy. You were dating and now married to crazy Aussie, Vegemite-loving, punkrock enthusiast Michael Gordon Clifford.
And never did you regret doing so.
“Stop being lazy and get up,” you said quietly with a giggle. With the little energy you had, you managed to pry off Michael’s arm and stood up. Your feet met the cold floor, allowing goosebumps to crawl all over your body. With your back to the bed, you began to stretch your arms and legs. A few cracks later and you felt a little stronger. But when you turned around, you noticed Michael’s eyes completely fixed on you.
“I like your butt,” Michael commented, giving you a goofy grin. You grabbed a pillow and hit him with it, covering his face with the silky item as you fled to the bathroom. You stood at the doorway as Michael moved the pillow and stared.
“You coming or not?” You hummed, having Michael vigorously nod his head as he practically ripped off the blanket and ran into the bathroom. “You smell like shit.”
“I literally passed out after last nights performance,” Michael moaned as he turned on the shower. “I literally had my energy depleted up the ass, what the hell was I gonna do? I didn’t even eat after!”
“Dummy,” you sighed as you turned over to see Michael open his arms to you. You walk over, ignoring his pungent odor as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You were pressed against his bare torso, feeling his cute tummy against your as he leaned down to give you multiple kisses on your lips.
“Your morning breath is so gross, by the way,” Michael said seductively, having you roll your eyes as you poked his chest with your index fingers.
“Ditto,” you giggled before the both of you stripped and entered the shower.
Every morning, Michael would make you guys toast with Vegemite because a) he loves it and b) he didn’t know how to cook but wanted to be a good husband. As you two waited for the coffee to brew and the bread to be toasted, Michael would sit you on the kitchen counter and kiss your minty fresh lips with adoration. On average, Michael would kiss you at least 100 times a day and you were all for it.
“You did your eyeliner so good today, babe,” Michael gushed, his forest green eyes dimming as he held your waist. You touched his nose with yours and smiled.
“Thanks, I tried really hard,” you admitted, having Michael give you another tender kiss for your small achievement. After the two of you ate your breakfast, you got a knock on the door from the management, indicating that the tour bus has pulled up in front of the hotel.
“Baby, did you grab our 3DS’s?” Michael asked as he began to grab his phone and wallet. You went over to your purse and checked, seeing the two small consoles in it with the rest of your stuff.
“Yeah,” you called as you rushed out the door behind him. As he locked the door, you shoved his arm playfully. “Prepare to get your ass hands to you, babe.”
“In your fucking dreams, Y/N,” Michael said, rolling his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your waist. Guards quickly surrounded the both of you as Michael held you close. On your way outside, the paparazzi exploded with questions and flashed millions of pictures. But, as usual, you and Michael were too caught up in conversation to actually care.
“Hey lovebirds, what kept you two?” Calum asked, winking at you as if you’ve done something naughty. You rolled your eyes as Michael helped you into the bus. You shoved Calum out of your way as you sat down on the empty couch.
“Sorry, I fucked Michael in the ass this morning,” you joked, having Calum explode with laughter as Michael grabbed you in his arms and rocked the both of you on the couch. It was unbelievable how comfortable you were with Michael and the rest of the band to say such things.
“Shut up, you,” Michael mumbled, kissing your head softly before letting you go. “Alright, let me show you who’s the man now.” You quickly took out your games and passed Michael his.
“You lost literally the last 7 games we’ve played,” you point out as you turned on your 3DS to play Mario Kart. “What thinks you could beat me now?”
“Because all you do is pick the course you’re best at!” Michael complained as he turned on his game. “If we did Rainbow Road, we’d have a better time knowing who’s better.”
“Bring it on, Clifford,” you challenged, shaking Michael’s large hand before the two of you prepared for the race. Luke and Ashton came from their punks and patted your head, but you were too busy trying to beat Michael to really notice.
“Such nerds, ya’ll are cute,” Luke commented as he grabbed a Naked from the mini refrigerator.
“Honestly she’s the cute in our relationship,” Michael said without his eyes leaving the game.
“That’s bull, he’s so adorable,” you denied as you played the game. In half an hour, you managed to beat Michael in 5 of the 6 games you guys had the time to play.
Your afternoon was then spent going to multiple radio stations to watch the boys perform and be interviewed. You were sat on your own chair by the band, being all the way at the end beside Ashton. But as the boys sang, you and Michael could not stop staring at each other. You’d give him little funny expressions and he couldn’t help but smile the entire time he performed.
A lot of the interviews the boys held were centered around you and Michael’s marriage. Considering that you two were still so young, people were skeptical about the decision. But as usual, Michael would tell the interviewer how much he doesn’t regret the decision.
“It can only be Y/N, honestly,” Michael said with a shrug as he adjusted his headphones. “I can’t see myself with anybody else but her. Why should I wait to settle down later when I know my heart is set on her? Might as well ring her now when I can, right?”
His responses always made your heart bounce as you held your wedding band. He used a 25 cent ring as a holder at first, as he said he was getting the rings customized. When he proposed, he surprised you with a ring that was worth thousands. ‘The most expensive ring for a priceless girl,’ he told you as you cried from happiness.
“Is living with him easy?” You were asked this question constantly. You were sat in Michael’s lap at a different interview, feeling his protective arms hold you tightly as you played with his beard.
“It’s not hard, but it sure is an adventure,” you said, having the crowd giggle as you pulled a bit of Michael’s beard. He crinkled his nose and shot you a playful expression as you kissed Michael’s cheek. “It’s not bad, it’s just a lot of energy.”
“Am I a piece of work?” Michael asked, playfully frowning as you grabbed his jaw and planted a kiss on his lips.
“Yes, but you’re my piece of work, so it’s okay.” You gave him a big hug, warming the crowds heart as he returned the love.”
As the afternoon came to an end, you and the boys were taken back to the hotel and actually did a bit of signing for the fans that waited all day in the hotel all day. Michael didn’t let you leave his side as he did a bit of signing. You did a bit of signing yourself, but sometimes got denied of that.
“Oh, I just want Michael to sign…” a girl said rudely as she held her 5SOS photo. You felt a little hurt but you were used to it as a lot of fans didn’t except you two. Michael noticed you pout and looked at the girl who made you that way.
“If my wife can’t sign, I can’t either,” Michael said with a shrug as he squeezed your hand. “Have a goodnight everyone!” Michael cheered before leading you away from the fans and towards the elevator. The girl who didn’t want you to sign screamed as you guys fled to your hotel room.
“You didn’t have to break that girls heart for me, you know,” you mused as you two entered your hotel room. Michael escaped to the bedroom as you quickly threw your purse on the couch and removed your shoes. You walk over to find Michael sprawled on the newly-made bed with his eyes closed.
“I’m tired,” Michael groaned as he let out a breath. You walked over to him and rubbed his back. “It’s been a long day.”
“I know,” you said as you let out a yawn. “C’mon, lets get you comfortable, baby.” You got him to sit up as you removed his converse and tight skinny jeans. Leaving him in his Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt and Calvin Klein’s underwear, he chuckled and shook his head.
“I should be doing this for you, y’know,” Michael said with laughter, having you laugh as well as you let him strip you. Left in the same position, Michael stood up and took off your bra for you, as he knew it was a pain to take off. “Here.” He removed his shirt and pulled it down on you, having it fit you like a dress.
“You’re so large,” you mumble, smiling down as you held the hem of his shirt. Michael made you face him and held your face, cupping your cheeks in his calloused hands. You felt his wedding bands against your cheek, smiling at the cold material.
“And you’re so beautiful,” Michael whispered as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. “Mrs. Clifford.” He gave you yet another loving kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck for more.
“Wanna order some pizza, hubby?” You said under your breath as you stared into his green eyes. “I don’t wanna cook dinner.”
“God yes,” Michael gushed as he went to grab another shirt. He also threw a pair of your shorts at you, making you hold it with confusion. “The delivery dude is not going to see you pantsless. I don’t care how long my shirt is on you– that will not stop me from punching him if he even gets a glance at your panties.”
“Calm down, Mikey,” you giggled as you pulled up the pair of shorts.
“Not looking at my wife,” Michael muttered angrily as he led you out the room. You smiled at your husband as you trailed after him to make sure he doesn’t order so much pizza.