this made me cry several times no joke

  • psychic: *reads my mind*
  • me: okay but why aren't immortalbabs and immortalanex more loved by the fandom??? literaly there are 749 reasons to ship these guys and yes I counted. jakey and aleks wrote songs together and literally started the all mighty missioncraft and generally were fuckin dorks and they'd known each other since they were teens and aleks has mentioned a jake several times an the 7 birches twitter fucking made a post about aleks' birthday and I'm NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING. and don't get me started on aleks and kevin. kevin literally wants to fuck aleks okay, he started a joke in which aleks was his - and jakey's!!! - wife and that wasn't just in missioncraft, he also talked bout marriage at the beginning of skylanders, and kevin fawns over aleks like crazy and basically fuckin proposed to him at a panel in front of an entire crowd of people and and has called aleks cute on several occasions and aleks literally has a h a w k tattooed on his chest and kevins ask.fm was filled to the brim with immortalanex. he fuckin put on a captain's hat when asked if he shipped immortalanex, I swear these ships are canon. just imagine jakey running his hands through aleks' long hair anfd kevin dotting on aleks like a good boyfriend and everyone being fuckin nerds and honestly if you can't see this I think you're crazy. I swear I sold my sold to the satan of shipping ages ago and I now follow the holy book of missioncraft and I've read every possible fanfic I could find and scoured tumblr and really these ships just need more fucking stuff. these are god-level otps and are supported by an entire series where aleks was an interior decorating wife and kevin and jakey were his lacklustre husbands, and what do you mean they are dead???? they aren't fucking dead, immortalanex and immortalbabs will forever live as long as my heart is still beating in my chest, seriously fucking hel these three have ruined my life and my existence and I just cant fucking deal-
  • psychic: what the fuck
She Will Be Loved - Michael Clifford [fluff]

Requested - yes
Anonymous - “She will be loved song pref for michael? Thank you ily <3”
A/N: Love you too and I really like this song too
Word Count - 1017

Michael’s POV

I love her, [Y/N], and I’m no longer afraid to say it. I love her smile, her hair, her eyes and every inch of her from head to toe. I’m always there for her too and I know that she’s grateful for that but I always feel second best to anyone else and there’s nothing I can do about it.

She’s been my best friend for about 2 years, we met in college, and those have been the best 2 years of my life so far. She’s light up every day and I wouldn’t change that for the world.

My phone buzzes one Saturday, It happened again

Instantly I know what’s wrong and I text back, I’ll be there soon

[Y/N] is in what you call an abusive or toxic relationship with her boyfriend James (god I hate him), nothing physical but he always makes her feel like shit, worst thing is I know she loves him. The only flaw I can find with her is the fact that she falls in love far too quickly, in the past 6 months she’s been with 5 guys, all of which were dicks, she’s fallen in love in a matter of days and they’ve hurt her, leaving me to pick up the pieces. James is the latest and so far he’s managed to weasel his way out of her breaking up with him twice after he’s cheated on her.

I don’t live particularly close to [Y/N] but I am willing to drive for miles just to get there and when I arrive I envelope her into a hug. She seems so fragile, like I could break her with a single touch, but with tears running down her face I pull her close.

“I don’t know why you’re still with him,” I mutter, kissing her forehead.

“I love him genius,” she laughs slightly nudging me and trying to dry her tears.

“You shouldn’t if he makes you feel like this,” I say. “I shouldn’t need to come and comfort you every weekend”

I follow her through to the lounge and sit with her on the sofa.

“He’s not worth your time [Y/N],” I tell her.

“H-he is,” she stutters. “The hardest relationships are the ones worth fighting for”

I swear I can feel my hear crack in two.

“You know it’s not always rainbows and butterflies,” she tells me, seeming distant. “Its compromise that keeps us going”

“Yeah but what compromise has he made for you, it’s always you who has to do anything,” I almost yell but I stop myself remember that the last time I did she cried.

“Michael this isn’t your place to argue,” she says quietly.

“If I’m the one left to console you maybe it is,” I exclaim.

She’s silent.

“Maybe I should leave”

“Maybe you should,” she mutters.

I don’t hear from her after that, but I don’t blame her after how I reacted. She doesn’t respond to me though, no texts, phone calls even emails so I start to get worried.

Missing her more than I ever thought possible I decide to investigate, there must be something she’s not telling me, so I end up driving the miles across town to her place, park a few blocks away and wait. I stand on her corner, with the rain battering down onto me, not caring at all though, just waiting for the possibility of her coming out. I’d wait for hours just waiting for her but lucky for me I don’t have to. I spot her exiting her house and as soon as she sees me too she smiles, but not her usual smile it seems almost broken.

“Mikey, what are you doing here?” she asks.

“You didn’t reply to me,” I say softly.

“W-well I’m off to get groceries,” she half chokes.

“[Y/N], we should catch up sometime, it feels like I haven’t seen you in forever,” I smile.

“Yeah that’s a good idea, I’ll call you,” she doesn’t seem truthful but she leaves none the less.

A week later, at quarter to midnight there’s a soft knocking at my front door. There she is drenched in a mixture of tears and rain on my doorstep.

“I don’t know what to do,” she weeps collapsing into my chest.

“You need someone better, [Y/N]” I attempt to console.

She shakes her head, “I shouldn’t even be here”

I furrow my brows, “Why?”

“No reason, I just… I’d better get going,” she leaves once more before I have a chance to even question her.

I go through another torturous month without her. I decide to leave her be, there has to be a reason she doesn’t want me to bother her. I put it off until it all gets too much and I show up outside her front door.

There’s no reply so I slam on the door, “[Y/N] OPEN UP!”

Suddenly I hear a voice from behind me, “Just the boy I was looking for”

It’s James. 

“What the fuck do you want?” I spin around.

“Well because of you I lost my girl,” he spits.

Your girl. She is not your girl and she has a name!” I yell.

“Well if it wasn’t for you she would be my girl,” he mutters angrily.

I lose it, I punch him, several times, before deciding to leave and go to find her. I know exactly where she’ll be and I’m right.

I find her in the very center of an empty car park. I tap on her window and she unlocks the doors.

“You seem to always be crying when I come to find you,” I joke, earning a smile.

“I did it,” she begins. “I broke up with him”

“Good,” I smile. “What made you snap?”

“He wanted me to never see you again, and I couldn’t do it,” she weeps.

I almost can’t believe it, but it’s a very James thing to do.

“Listen, [Y/N], I have something to tell you,” I decide to risk taking a deep breath. “I fucking love you”

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