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I’m Here // Carl Gallagher x Reader

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Summary: Carl is your boyfriend and you two have been the happiest couple ever. However, you deal with anxiety and depression which happens every now and then. Carl didn’t know about it. Until one day, you had enough and you wanted to take your life. But Carl caught you. 
A/N: This one is a request by an anonymous. This one is a serious one but it has a happy ending. And also before you start reading, I just want to remind you all that if you deal with depression or anxiety like I am, everything will be fine. x 

Carl and Y/N were just hanging out at Carl’s house rooftop, cuddling as they watch the stars glitter. “If we saw a shooting star right here, right now. What would you wish for?” Y/N asked, looking at Carl as he tries to think of something. “I probably would wish that I could’ve been a better little brother. Cause you know how I am, I’m stubborn and reckless.” Carl smiled looking at Y/N. “But you didn’t regret a thing you’ve done, huh?” Y/N said. Carl nodded him, looking back up to the sky. 

“How about you? What would you wish for?” Carl asked. Y/N started to become sad but she tries to hide it, so she forced a smile. “You know how Nemo got lost in the ocean and his dad went on to search for Nemo and he found him?” Y/N said. “Yeah?“ 
"Well, I want to be just like Nemo I want to do something that’s not meant to be done except that I hope no one would come and find me.” Y/N said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “So you basically wish to be Nemo?” Carl laughed. 

Y/N, of course, expected Carl to laugh because he doesn’t get it, he doesn’t know that Y/N is dealing with depression. So she just went on with it, “Yes, I do want to be just like Nemo.” Y/N laughed, as she looked at the watch and saw that it was already 2.30 a.m which is the time Y/N was supposed to be at home. “Hey, it’s 2:30, I gotta go.” Y/N said as she walks towards to a ladder that was on the side of the house. “I’ll take you home,” Carl said as he gets up as well. “You know you can’t come at my place, Carl.” Y/N said as she walked down the ladder to the ground. “We’ve been together for almost 2 years, Y/N. And I haven’t seen what your house looks like on the inside.” Carl sighed, walked back down the ladder. 

When Carl finally made it down from the rooftop, Y/N gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You’ll find out soon enough.” She says as she brushed her thumb on Carl’s cheek, making him touch her soft petite hand. “Take care, okay? I love you.” Carl said, looking into her eyes. “I love you too, Carl. So much…” Y/N said as if it was her last “I love you” to Carl. Y/N walked away from Carl, and looked back at him once again, giving him the middle finger, laughing. He did the same thing at Y/N before walking back inside his house. 

As Y/N arrived home, she saw her drunken step-father who was asleep in the chair while the TV was still on as she enters, she slowly took the remote control for her step-father’s hand and turned off the TV. “Goodnight,” She whispered, walking up the stairs slowly to her room. When she went inside her room. She saw her sister still awake in bed on her phone, “Have you told Carl yet?” Kendra asked. Y/N’s eyes started to tear up, “I didn’t.” Y/N sobbed. Kendra sat back up on her bed and started to look worried for Y/N. “Y/N, if you won’t tell Carl about your depression, you’ll just be worse. I’m just worried about you, you know? What if something happens to you? How would the boy you love know that finally, you ended your life?” Kendra said as she stood up, giving Y/N a tight hug. Y/N started to cry, “I just wish that I didn’t have to deal with any of this bullshit. I wish that mom didn’t die. I wish that our stupid step-dad is not here to abuse us.” She cried. “I don’t deserve this! I wanna be happy again.” Y/N said, pushing Kendra away from her. 

Kendra quickly put Y/N to bed and gave her medicines. “Drink this, you’ll be fine, kid,” Kendra said, giving her meds. Y/N did as what she says and finally she slowly went to sleep. Kendra stroked her hair and started to cry. “You’re right, Y/N. You don’t deserve this.” Kendra said. She stood back up from the floor and went to bed. 

n e x t m o r n i n g 

Y/N’s step-father went inside their room at 9 a.m, pulling Y/N’s blanket aggressively which made Y/N to sit up and saw him. “What are you doing here?” She shouted, which now made her sister wake up. “Where the fuck were you last night?” Y/N’s step-father said. “I was just out with Carl!” Y/N said, as her step-father pulled his belt from his pants and started to whip it on Y/N. Y/N started to cry of pain and tried to protect her own self. Kendra finally stood up and tried to push him away. “Back the fuck up!” Kendra said as she was pushed by her step-father. He then crawled into Y/N’s bed and started to slap her in the face hard. “Please stop! You’re hurting me!” Y/N cried. He stopped and stood back up. “Don’t ever go out and see that fucking Carl ever again!” He said, angrily and walked out their room. 

Kendra ran up to Y/N in bed and hugged her. “Pack your things, we have to leave this house right now,” Kendra said, standing up and took out two pieces of luggage under her bed. “Where will even stay? We barely have money.” Y/N sobbed, limping out the bed and started to take out her clothes from their closet. “Why don’t you call up Carl or someone who is a Gallagher,” Kendra said, as she still is focused on putting her stuff in her luggage quickly as she can. 

Y/N took her phone under her pillow and started to call Fiona, who she thinks is the right person to call since she is the leader of the house. “Hello?” Fiona said from the phone. “Fiona? Thank god you answer!” Y/N cried of happiness making Kendra look back at her. “Yeah. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Fiona asked Y/N can tell that Fiona was worried from the tone of her voice when she asked her what was wrong. “Our dad just started to hit me with his belt and he slapped me across the face and we want to leave our house right now. So can we stay over at your house?” Y/N asked. “Oh, my god. Sure. You’re always welcome. Please be safe when you leave.” Fiona said, hanging up the phone. 

As Kendra and Y/N are packing, Fiona who is right now getting very scared and worried for the two. She started to walk around the kitchen as the kids are eating their breakfast. “Who was that on the phone? You started to look scared when you hung up.” Ian asked. “It’s Y/N who called,” Fiona said as she stopped walking around and looked at them. Carl then looked at her because Y/N’s his girlfriend so he has to know what happened to her. “What about Y/N? What happened to her?” Carl asked, also getting worried about what might happen on his girlfriend. Fiona couldn’t say it because she knows that Carl would get really angry would cause trouble. But she finally had the guts to say it. "Your girlfriend, Carl. She just got beaten up by her step-father.” Fiona sighed. Carl then stood up from his seat and ran upstairs to call Y/N but no one answered. He sat down on the floor leaning his head against the wall, as he rang Y/N again and again. 

As Carl tried to call Y/N, she and Kendra are finished packing up and they had to climb out the window so that their step-father won’t see them. “We throw the bags first and then we jump out,” Kendra said, making Y/N nod her head. They threw their bags out and now they are deciding on who to jump first. “I’ll go first.” Y/N said, jumping out the window and winced in pain. “Are you okay?” Kendra whispered. Y/N gave her the thumbs up and waited for Kendra to jump. When Kendra has finally jumped out, they took their bag and ran quickly as they can. 

f e w m i n u t e s l a t e r  

The sisters knocked on Gallagher’s door really loud as they see Lip right in front of them who opened the door. Y/N and Kendra ran inside and shut the door. Carl ran downstairs to see his girlfriend and her sister, sweaty and tired, catching their breath. Carl ran up to Y/N and kissed her lips. “Why weren’t you answering my calls?” Carls said. “I was sick worried about you." 

"I was in a hurry and scared that my step-father would catch us running away.” Y/N said but Carl noticed that something was not right about Y/N. The way she said it, she was emotionless and tired like she’s not happy about being safe. But Carl thought that she was just tired so he let that slip. “You know what, go inside the kitchen and have breakfast,” Ian said, guiding them to the kitchen. “I’ll just get something upstairs really quick,” Carl said, walking up the stairs. As they sat down, Y/N didn’t want to eat. She sat there and looked at the food. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Debbie asked. “Yes, Debbie. I’m just tired.” Y/N said. Kendra then noticed that she wasn’t feeling very well, she noticed that her depression was kicking in and it’s making her feel bad. “Can you guys excuse me please?” Y/N said, standing up and went to the bathroom, locking it. 

“Kendra, is Y/N okay?” Debbie asked her, again. “Yes, Debs. She is. Don’t worry.” Kendra said. Carl then came downstairs just to see Y/N was not in her seat. “Where’s Y/N?” Carl asked. “In the bathroom,” Ian said. They then heard something shattered coming from the bathroom. 

“Oh no. fuck!” Kendra shouted, and ran towards the bathroom, started to bang on the door. “Y/N! Open up! Don’t do this please!!” Kendra shouted. “Whats wrong? What is she doing?” Carl asked Kendra getting very nervous. 

“Y/N has a severe depression!” Kendra cried out. Everyone started to help Kendra out. “Move!” Ian shouted and kicked the door. And they saw the suicidal Y/N, on the floor, crying with a piece of mirror on her hand. “I don’t want to live anymore!” Y/N cried. Carl walked towards her and put her around his arms. “I’m Here. Don’t worry.” Carl gave Y/N a kiss on the forehead. 

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Imagine what young Ian saw between Jamie and Claire on their journey from Edinburgh to Lallybroch that made him feel Claire was his “auntie” and that “Uncle Jamie [was] lucky to have [her] here.”

Ian Murray the Younger yawned as he rounded the clump of bushes, tying up his flies.

“There you are.” Claire – crouching on the grass, digging through the small mountain of saddlebags, looked up and pushed a stray curl behind her ear. “Do you remember where you packed that bread and cheese?”

“Aye – believe it was this one.” Ian crouched beside her – this strange woman, or fairy, or white lady, this woman whom his uncle affectionately called a sassenach, of all things – and undid the buckles of the white bag he had tied to the horse this morning.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “Jamie just went to hobble the horses – thought it would be good for us all to have a bite to eat when he comes back.”

“Aye.” Ian produced a wrinkled, yet clean cloth from the bag, then the half-stale loaf and wedge of cheese Pauline had packed in the tiny kitchen at the brothel.

“Are you still finding it difficult to breathe?”

Ian looked up from cutting hunks of bread, brows furrowed. “It’s better than yesterday – but my chest is still a wee bit tight.”

“That’s to be expected with smoke inhalation. I can make something for you when we get to Lallybroch – a mixture that you can ask Mrs. Crook to boil, so that you can breathe the steam. It should help open up your lungs.”

“That would be grand.” Ian handed a hunk of bread and cheese to Claire. “Though – and I hope ye dinna mind me saying so – Mrs. Crook died before I was born.”


Ian glanced up from his own bread and cheese, to see Claire looking at the ground, tearing small chunks of bread and leaving the chunks on her lap, untouched. Lips pursed tight.

Guilt flushed through his body. “I – I dinna mean to insult ye. Only, I thought ye should know.”

She straightened, gave him a quick smile, and continued tearing her bread into ever-smaller chunks.

Silence – heavy and questioning – bloomed between them.

Then footsteps –

“Ach – thanks to ye both for sorting our things out.” Jamie knelt beside Claire, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head. “I can build a wee fire, if ye like?”

“We’ve nothing to cook, but I’d welcome the warmth. And it would help me examine your hands – it’ll be full dark soon, and it may take a while.”

Ian handed his uncle the final hunk of bread and cheese. “Do ye want me to fetch some wood, then?”

“If ye will, Ian – thank ye.” Jamie chewed around a mouthful of bread, stretching out his long legs beside Claire’s bent ones.

Ian quickly rose and padded away from the makeshift camp. Uncle Jamie had picked a quiet spot up against some rocks and beside a stand of trees – natural shelter – and with the dead branches and tufts of grass found easily by the campsite, it was only a few minutes until he returned, arms full of logs and kindling.

But he paused for a moment before Jamie and Claire heard him. Watching them. So curious about this woman who had dropped out of the clear blue sky – and her effect on his uncle.

For at that moment they sat close together, legs crossed, facing each other. His right hand held the remains of his bread and cheese, his left lay palm upward on Claire’s knee.

“…Can’t hold the reins so tightly. No wonder it’s all cramped up. Does this happen often?”

“Every now and again. I havena rode a horse for an entire day in a long time, perhaps that’s why.”

Claire gently rubbed her thumbs in the well of Jamie’s palm, then turned over his hand to continue with his knuckles.

Even twenty feet away, Ian heard his uncle’s breath hitch.

It was strange, seeing Uncle Jamie with a woman. He’d seen him with Laoghaire, of course – but she never paid him this kind of attention. And he certainly hadn’t let her touch him so – so intimately.

Had Claire enchanted him, then?

Ian coughed and strode back into the campsite, nodding a hello at his uncle and arranging the logs to build a fire.

The sharp tang of wintergreen wafted past Ian’s nose as he rummaged in his pack for flint and steel.

“You’ve got to take care of these blisters, Jamie,” Claire murmured. “Your hands can’t take much more stress.”

Ian could almost hear the shrug. “Ach – ye ken fine that I’ll be given some chore or another as soon as we arrive. But I’ll pass it off to one o’ my nieces or nephews – anything to impress their Mam.”

Spark – spark – and then flame.

“Thank you, Ian.” He turned to settle beside Claire, carefully feeding smaller twigs into the growing fire.

Jamie sighed as Claire continued dabbing the ointment on his knuckles. “Will it be awhile afore I can touch anything, Sassenach?”

“Yes – though I hope you’re not planning to do much more before we sleep. It’s nearly dark, and I can manage the bedrolls and saddlebags – ”

“Weel, I dinna have anything in mind – save giving ye a wee feel under that bodice, when we lie down…”

Ian’s face flushed with heat – and not solely from the growing flames.

Claire sighed.

Jamie grinned.

Somewhere in the empty dark, Ian woke.

He had always been a light sleeper, and though he had spent many nights under the stars when he was a wee lad, lately he had been spending more nights at the printshop – and once at the brothel – than out here in the open country.

It was only a rabbit, perhaps – a rustle in the bushes a few yards from where he slept, rolled in his cloak.

The fire had gone out, but the soft heat of the coals still warmed his back. Ian shifted – the moon was almost full – and then turned onto his other side.

Uncle Jamie and Claire had settled on the other side of the fire – clearly seeking as much privacy as was possible out here in the open. And in the soft glow of the moon, Ian could see them. Sleeping nestled like two spoons, Uncle Jamie curled around Claire with his front to her back, one arm locked around her middle. Her arm resting atop his.

Never had he seen two people sleep so closely together – not even his own parents.

Who was she – Claire? This ghost from the past, who remembered things the way they were before Culloden? Who had met his legendary great-uncles Colum and Dougal – and lived in France for a time? And had spent the past twenty years living in the Colonies, fearing Uncle Jamie dead?

And who was Uncle Jamie, now that Claire had come back? No longer the printer – or smuggler – he had been for the past two years. No longer a man haunted by the ghost of his long-lost wife.

Twenty years separated. Longer than he’d been alive.

He tried – and failed – to think what it would be like for his own parents, were they separated for such a time.

It’s a complicated thing, marriage. Two people becoming one – willingly. Sharing lives, and hopes, and happiness, and fears.

And joys. Uncle Jamie’s face – voice – his entire bearing was different now. Ian had never seen him so alive.

Claire shifted in Uncle Jamie’s arms, turning to face him. He heard a deep murmur, rising in pitch as if asking a question. And after a while, the slow sounds of a kiss.

Ian rolled back over to face the darkness. Heart and mind racing.

“There – that should be the last of it.”

Claire fastened the saddlebag astride Teine’s haunches, patting the roan horse’s neck. “Thank you, Ian. You’re sure your chest is all right? No tightness this morning?”

He shook his head. “No – I’m right as rain. This clean country air has done me good!”

Uncle Jamie stepped away briefly from fastening his own saddlebags as Claire stepped into the stirrups – his arm right behind her back, ready to catch her if the horse startled.

His uncle was always attentive, to be sure – but this, this was different.

This was a woman worthy.

Claire was Jamie’s true wife.

Ian stepped up and took his seat in the saddle, adjusting his grip on the reins.

Jamie guided his horse between them, and began the slow trot to Lallybroch.

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A/N: This wasn’t requested, I’ve just had this idea in my head for so, so, so long and last night I started writing. I just feel like every one can relate to having put a label on them, idk. I may delete it again.

Word count: 4,286

The music was loud - too loud - actually giving me a rather unpleasant headache. I must admit, I didn’t really want to be at this party, but it was my first day back for months and I think my friends needed to see me make an effort.

Loads of people were here; half of them I didn’t even know and it had taken me an hour and a half to take pictures with different people. I didn’t mind that, but I would just rather have been chilling at home with Aaliyah watching Harry Potter or something.

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Ian: Why are you even with me right now?

Mickey: The fuck does that mean?

Ian: You heard what she said in there. Thirty fucking years Mick, thirty years of this bullshit!

Mickey: Lo… look Gallagher, it doesn’t fucking matter alright? Thirty days, thirty years, you got me, alright?

Ian: (Nods reluctantly with a sigh) Okay.

Mickey: (Repeats) You got me.

If Jamie and Claire (and Wee Ian) could text: Jamie throws out his back in Drums of Autumn and they get it on in the lean-to Edition because why not (BOOK SPOILERS)
  • Claire: Jamie you've been out in the snow for far too long
  • Claire: are you alright?
  • Claire: Jamie?
  • Claire: Jamie Brigitta Fraser respond to me right this minute
  • >>Wee Ian Murray was added to the chat<<
  • Claire: Ian have you heard from you uncle??
  • Claire: he went out hunting and he's not responding to my demeaning jibes
  • Ian: omg!
  • Ian: are ye sure he's not just sleeping on the hunt and ignoring the texts?
  • Claire: god I hope so but you give it a go
  • Ian: Hey, Uncle, I bedded five different Tuscarora lassies at once last night, and they had me Tuscaroarin'
  • Claire: ohgoodlordIan
  • {{{crickets}}}
  • Ian: oh aye he's definitely not seeing these texts
  • Ian: I'm a half day away but I'll head your way now
  • Claire: I'm heading out into the snow to find him
  • Ian: be safe auntie
  • Ian: dress warmly
  • {{{two hours}}}
  • Claire: Jamie I found your trail but it went cold
  • Claire: PLEASE text me
  • Ian: borrowed a horse, will be there asap
  • Claire: of Course Jamie picks a bloody blizzard to disappear in
  • {{{one hour}}}
  • Claire: I will never forgive you if you got eaten by a wildcat or
  • Jamie: I'm alive
  • Claire: OH THANK GOD
  • Ian: WHEW
  • Ian: what happened??
  • Claire: WHERE ARE YOU??
  • Jamie: Threw out my back
  • Jamie: cannnamove
  • Claire: WHERE??
  • Jamie: those your thundering footsteps I hear
  • Tramping about?
  • Jamie: go down the hill and
  • To the left, my sun and stars
  • Jamie: halpthishurtssobad
  • {{{twenty minutes}}}
  • Claire: found him Ian
  • Claire: made a quick lean to
  • Claire: we're going to wait out the storm a bit
  • >>pings location on google maps <<
  • Claire: come find us and bring the horse as soon as you can
  • Ian: okay still three hours out
  • Ian: two hours out
  • Ian: one hour out
  • Ian: 30 mins
  • Ian: you guys okay?
  • Ian: why aren't you responding ?
  • Ian: okay I think I'm here
  • Ian: oh yeah I see the lean to at the bottom of this cliff
  • Ian: wait are you...
  • Ian: 😱
  • Ian: 😏 oh y'all NASTY
  • Ian: but also adorable
  • Ian: ❄️🎶baby it's collddddddd outttttsiiiiiiiiide🎶❄️
  • Ian: also not to be creepy but you guys have some moves
  • Ian: jaysus
  • Ian: I'm averting my eyes I swear
  • Ian: buuuuuuut first imma help set this #Mood a little better
  • >>incoming files:
  • Like_a_virgin.mp3
  • Missy_elliot_work it.mp3
  • boyz2men_ill_make_love_to_you.mp3
  • Ian: okay I've given you quite a range there
  • Ian: maybe run through all three and see how it goes
  • Ian: you guys do your thang
  • Ian: I'll just
  • Ian: oh wait
  • Ian: sounds like you're finishing up now
  • Ian: you didna get to use the playlist 😔
  • Ian: save for next time aye?
  • Ian: okay I'm guessing you'll be checking your phones in 3...2..:
  • Ian: well yeah that's the whole point!!
  • Ian: was just tryna be supportive!
  • Jamie: oh and that five lassies joke wasna AT ALL funny
  • Ian: oh aye. DEFINITELY was A joke.
  • Ian: ha
  • Jamie: Christyourmotherwilleviscerateme
  • Ian: so are we all finished or should I go take a lap?
  • Ian: dinna want the playlist to go to waste

Mark Strong has described how honoured he was when he heard Sir Ian McKellen called him “the greatest living actor in England right now”.

“That is an unbelievable compliment and I hope he wasn’t being mischievous when he said it” [x]

Oh my god, how the hell did I get so invested in Shameless? I seriously didn’t see this coming.

Living Among Us will be released in select theaters and on VOD on February 2 via Vision Films. The found footage vampire film is written and directed by Brian A. Metcalf. Check out the poster above and the trailer below.

William Sadler (The Shawshank Redemption), Thomas Ian Nicholas (American Pie), James Russo (Donnie Brasco), Esmé Bianco (Game of Thrones), Andrew Keegan (10 Things I Hate About You), and the late John Heard (Home Alone) star.

The trailer and synopsis are below.

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A Higher Education PT.2

Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University.

Word Count:  6,293

A/U: So happy with all of the support from you all. I’m really enjoying writing this so I think instead of three parts I will be doing four. But nothing more than that. ENJOY!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Yeah well just text me when you want us to come over?” I said as I pulled out my notebook.

We were sitting in the second row out of my choosing and because I had shown up early to get a good seat. I liked the third row because you were close enough for the prof to know your face but not too close for him to ask you questions.

“Excuse me?” I heard a voice coming from next to Shawn. I glanced over and saw the girl in the row up from us leaning over the seats, her long hair falling near Shawn and she pushed it back behind one ear. “I wasn’t here last class, do you think I could get a picture of your notes?”

My eyes narrowed automatically. First, most of the power points were online, you could sufficiently catch up by just reading them alone and supplementing with the textbook, second why didn’t she ask the people next to her and third, why was her smile so fucking big?

“Oh yeah for sure, but my writing is terrible? Maybe you might want to ask someone else?”  Shawn answered

Yeah, maybe you should ask someone fucking else.

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Tsundere (3)

(pic cr; @dprxdreamers)

Tsundere College AU | Part 1 | Part 2 |

Tsundere; a person who is initially cold and even hostile towards another person before gradually showing a warmer side over time

(Requested) | word count; 1,490

Chris Yu x Reader ft Junoflo - A/F

waiting for this to flop like my other series, lololol :)

The weather was growing colder as the days progressed on. It would rain more often and some days were duller than others. Still, even though all that was going on outside you were warm inside your little apartment.

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Overprotective // Ian x Reader

requested by @slytherinbedwithme


You and Ian had been having a thing behind your brother’s, Joji, back. You kept it a secret just because you knew that Joji would get very protective over you and wouldn’t let you date Ian.

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Truth and Love - Part Two (of Four)

Part One

Jamie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “She hadna been a MacKenzie in name for two husbands when I wed her. The lasses still bear their late da’s name of MacKimmie.”

“But it’s the same Laoghaire MacKenzie from Castle Leoch,” Claire said spitting venom. She wasn’t cold anymore; she was quite hot with the rage and fury bubbling up from the pit of her stomach to lodge and pound in her temples.

“Aye. She’s the Laoghaire as was Mrs. Fitz’s granddaughter,” he confirmed.

“So you wed the same Laoghaire that was responsible for sending me to the Thieves’ Hole,” Claire informed him with a disgusted sneer. She pushed herself up from the ground and yanked her cloak from where it had been covering the both of them.

Jamie was stunned and blinking, confused. “She never… She couldna… I would have… Ye never said…” he sputtered before he realized Claire was walking away. “Wait! Claire! Please, ye have to believe me. I never––never––would have wed her did I know she had done what ye say. How could ye think for even a moment––”

“Just leave me alone, Jamie,” she warned, pulling her arm away from where he was reaching for her. “Don’t touch me. Just… leave me alone.” She turned her back on him.

“Claire,” he begged. “Please…”

She sighed and shook her head. “Just… leave me alone for a bit,” she amended. “I need to… I need to think about this.” She walked off into the darkness along the edge of the clearing, pulling the cloak tighter around her.

There wasn’t anywhere she truly trusted herself to wander without getting lost so she wound up circling around to the mouth of the clearing where stared off into the darkness of the woods and the road beyond.

Laoghaire bloody MacKenzie. Of all the women Jamie might have married, it had to be Laoghaire bloody MacKenzie. And for Jenny to have put him up to it. She wanted to slap both women and give them a shake for good measure.

She tried to tell herself that he hadn’t known––no one had known save for Geillis, who died a short time later, and Colum MacKenzie, who had also died a short time after Claire informed him of Laoghaire’s role. It wasn’t as though Laoghaire would have told anyone the truth of what happened.

Still, the thought of him touching her, kissing her, bedding her… 

Claire bent down and picked up the closest and heaviest thing to hand––a small but thick branch––and hurled it into the trees. She heard it smack into a nearby trunk before falling back to the ground with a snap.

“Please dinna go, Auntie Claire,” Ian said from a few feet behind her causing her to jump.

She pressed a hand to her chest to feel it pounding behind her ribs.

“Sorry,” he apologized, hanging back. She could barely make him out in the starlight. “I didna mean to scare ye.”

“It’s all right,” she assured him. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“Ye mean… ye’re not leaving Uncle Jamie?” the lad asked with surprised hope.

She looked through the trees toward the road. It would take a while and the road would be dangerous, but she could do it; she could walk back to Edinburgh and find a coach to take her back to Inverness before heading back to the hill and the stones, before going back to Brianna and telling her about how Jamie knew about her now.

But she couldn’t go back and face Brianna knowing Jamie was alive––alive and that he still wanted her as much as she wanted him. She couldn’t walk away like that no matter how much she wanted to punish him––rational or irrational as the impulse might be. They had suffered together through losing Faith. They had each suffered alone for twenty years. There would undoubtedly be times of suffering in their future, but she didn’t want to go through it alone again if she didn’t have to… not when Jamie was here and alive when for so long he hadn’t been.

“No, I’m not leaving your Uncle Jamie,” Claire informed the lad.

Ian sighed with relief. “Good. Uncle Jamie… he needs ye, Auntie Claire. Mam and Da… they didna talk of ye often by name but they would talk about how Uncle Jamie was before. It wasna till Da said ye’d come back for him and I saw the two of ye at Madame Jeanne’s that I kent the ‘before’ they meant was before he lost you. I used to think they meant before he went to prison, when I was just a bairn.”

Claire turned her head slightly to see Ian was watching her closely, his head tilted as he examined her face though what he was looking for, she couldn’t say.

“I’ve never seen Uncle Jamie the way he’s been since ye came back for him. I dinna think I ever heard him laugh before,” Ian confessed.

She turned her gaze away again and heard Ian move off to leave her alone once more. She kept staring into the trees, her eyes adjusting to the darkness until she could distinguish which shapes were branches, which part of the underbrush, and the small flickers of movement that were the nocturnal creatures creeping about in near silence.

With a final heavy sigh, Claire turned and traced her way back to the small shelter Jamie had built. She felt his eyes on her as she came in sight of it but kept her eyes down both to avoid looking at him and to prevent herself from tripping over her own two feet in the dim light.

It was clear, even in the dark, that he had been crying. There was still a ragged edge to his breathing as if the sobs were only recently contained and fighting to break loose again.

“Claire…” he rasped as she stood in what amounted to the doorway.

She dropped to her knees and crawled in, feeling him tense as she briefly settled facing him.

“Till our life shall be done,” she said with determination.

He sighed with relief and some of his tension eased.

“I’m still… I’m still not entirely sure what to make of it––how I feel about it… other than angry and frustrated. But I did promise ‘till our life shall be done,’ and… I may not have meant it when I first promised it, but I certainly did countless times thereafter. It… It was easier loving you––well… the memory of you… when I thought you were dead,” she confessed. “But I still prefer loving the real you, however difficult you sometimes make it.”

Jamie snorted and his hand reached for her but stopped and waited until she reached for him as well and pressed her palm to his.

“I’d be inclined to say the same of you but no, I do find lovin’ ye to be the easy part. It’s seeing we both survive the lovin’ ye that I find difficult,” he teased gently, testing the waters.

She laughed enough for him to test a little more.

“May I kiss ye?”

“Please do,” she whispered back.

It was when he placed his hands gently on either side of her face, tracing her cheekbones with his thumbs before bringing his lips to hers that she was able to stop thinking and only feel––to only feel and let that bit of her be wholly convinced. The reasoning bit of her mind understood and could follow the troubling emotional trail Jamie laid down from a boy called William to a Lallybroch he recognized but where he no longer fit and the numb resignation of letting someone else decide what to make of the future he couldn’t see. The reasoning bit of her mind tried to guide her heart along that same trail but her heart refused to be led by her mind.

It could only be persuaded by Jamie’s lips on hers; his hands on the small of her back pulling her closer; the salt of his tears on her tongue. Her heart knew he meant it when he said she was the only one he had truly loved in the ways that mattered most.

And as long as she could feel that––know that––down through her bones, she would stay and face whatever lay ahead… including Laoghaire.

She broke away to catch her breath, shifting her position so that she could curl into his side and they could lie down. He pulled her cloak up to cover them as they settled on the ground.

“Have you given any sort of thought to what to do about Laoghaire?” she asked, keeping her voice low.

“I believe the fact that I wed you first is what matters most in terms of the law,” he answered. “And she didna seem to mind much that I’ve been gone for some time… though she’ll likely mind losing the money I sent for her and the lasses a great deal. I’ll think of an offer I can make for her to let the matter drop quietly.”

Claire scoffed. “If there’s one thing I’d be willing to wage money on, it’s that Laoghaire will make as much noise as possible before dropping the matter.”

Whatever Laoghaire might do, the two of them dropped the matter for the rest of the night and gave in to the physical and emotional exhaustion they both felt, sleeping lightly through to dawn.

“You are not just another girl” (Ethan)

Request: can you do a fratboy! Ethan imagine where him and the reader meet at a party and basically plays a party game and they hook up please and thank you! (Anon)

A/N: I’m not sure if this is what you wanted but hope you enjoy it anyways. Long flashback... Ops. I really like this one💚

Warning: Language

You were at your house with you best friend Giorgia, both of you on your phones after taking a shower.

“Omg! Okay, I know we were supposed to have a sleepover but there’s going to be a party at Aaron Carpeter’s place. Can we please go?” He asked with puppy eyes.

“Yeah I know, he invited me but Giorgia, I’m not sure if that’s a good id-” she cut you off.

“Yes it is! Please Y/N!! Aaron is a good friend of yours”

“Okay, okay let’s do it. Pick whatever you want” you said and she cheered.

“Well, I’m going to wear this red crop top and black high waited jean shorts. Plus, I’m putting black boots and a cute necklace. What are you going to wear?”

“I don’t know, help me?” You said and she ran to your closet taking a super cute outfit.

“Woah that’s perfect” you said and put it on.

You two put some make up on and you were ready to go.

“You’re looking gorgeous girl, now let’s go” Giorgia said and you nodded.

*At the party*

“Woah, there’s a lot of people” you said.

“I know, people say this is going to be THE party of the year” she said.

You walked inside the house and found a lot of your friends and classmates, you said hi and talked a little until you felt an arm over your shoulder.

“You came Y/N” Aaron said and you giggled.

“Of course, I wasn’t going to miss it”

“Well great, you can come with me and my friends. We’re playing soon then bottle” he said and you scratched your neck.

“I don’t know… Can Giorgia come?” You asked.

“Yeah sure” he said and you turned around but she was making out with Jackson, a guy she liked for a while now.

“Oh, it seems that she’s busy. I guess I’ll go by myself” you said and he nodded.

You two walked towards a group of 5 people in the backyard.

“Hey guys, this is my good friend Y/N. She’s playing with us” Aaron said and they introduced themselves.

“Hey, I’m Blair” a brunette girl said.

“I’m Grayson, but we already know each other, right?” He said sweetly and you nodded. He was in Aaron’s house the last time he invited you to hang out.

“I’m Lilly”

“I’m Ian”

“I’m Ethan, but we know each other too. I’ve missed you princess” he said wiggling his eyebrows. He was at Aaron’s too that day, the day.

“Y/N! Come in girl” said Aaron, hugging you and letting you in.

“I brought you something A” you said smirking, your back facing the living room.

“Yay!!” He cheered.

You took the bag you had ad handed it to him.

“Open it”

“Oh. my. god. You’re amazing thank you!” He said screaming ad kissing you cheek.

“Woah, didn’t know you had a girl Carpenter” a boy with gorgeous hazel eyes said.

“Eww no! She’s my friend,Y/N” he said.

“Oh shut up, you’ll be lucky to be my boyfriend…. Joke, gross” you said, he was like your brother.

“Ethan Dolan, pleasure to meet you princess” he said and winked.

“Not so fast Romeo, don’t be a jerk just for once, okay?” Aaron said and Ethan raised his hands.

“Who’s this clown?”

“My friend E, and his brother Grayson” he said pointing to the couch where Grayson was playing video games.

“What did she got you?”

“My favorite chocolates and a ball signed by Manu Ginóbili” he said freaking out.

“Are you fucking serious? How?” He said amazed and you laughed.

“Well, I have my ways” you said and sitted in the couch.

You spent all day with the guys and talked a lot with Ethan. He was single but still a jerk with girls, he had sex and that was all.

“But why don’t stick up with one?”

“I will, when I found THE one” he said and winked.

“Yeah, yeah” you said and sat down with them.

“The game is, who spins the bottle says the challenge. He or she has to spin it once, but if it’s a “couple” are, you have to spin it twice” Grayson explained.

“Okay, now that we all know how this is played… Lilly, you start”

“Okay, I dare you to eat a spoon fool of dirt"she said an the bottle started spinning, landing on Grayson.

“Shit” he said and did it.

After about an hour of dares, it was Aaron’s turn to spin again.

“Okay, now this gets serious people. I dare two of you to be ‘7 minutes in paradise’, you can do whatever you want but at least something. You can’t just mess your hair and pretend because we’ll know” he smirked and the bottle landed in you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? No way” you said but you know you had no choice.

The bottle was spinning again and landed on Ethan. Everyone started giggling and cheering.

“Okay lovebirds, my parents room is empty” Aaron said and you nodded.

“I can’t belive this, why me? Why with you?” You said.

“Excuse me? Would you make out with those three losers than with me?” he asked and you blushed.

When you got to the room, Ethan closed the door behind him and looked at you.

“Well, here we are” you could tell that he was nervous, but you didn’t know why. He started getting closer to you.

“Not so fast Dolan” you felt butterflies because you were developing feelings for him the last couple of days, because he gave you his phone and you talked a lot lately.

“I need chapstick ‘cause I’m thirsty and my lips are dry” you said and he licked his bottom lip. When yoiu were finish, he said.

“I can fix that” he smirked and got closer, pushing gently you back so your chest would smash with his with one hand, and caressing you cheek with another one.

“Promise me I’m not just another girl to you”

He looked deeply in your eyes and kissed you, putting both of his arms around your waist. You kissed back instantly, tucking your fingers in his soft hair. He started leaving kisses down to your neck and you did thr same in his jawline.You pushed him towards the bed and he took his shirt off, you got over him and started kissing him again in his plum, pink lips. He kissed you all over the face and you brushed his hair.

“Seven minutes are over!” You heard Ian yell.You kissed Ethan one more time.

“You are not just another girl” he said and you exited the room together.

Season Finale Episode: Will we see this?

I want to see Claire being vulnerable and have Jamie there to comfort her. How often has she been vulnerable in the past 20 years with a supportive partner? Only with Jamie. Always with Jamie. Please, let us have this…


Ian was set to gather firewood while Lawrence foraged, and I sat Jamie down with a pan of water, to tend the damage to his head. I washed away the blood from face and hair, to find to my surprise that the ball had in fact not plowed a furrow through his scalp as I had thought. Instead, it had pierced the skin just above his hairline and—evidently—vanished into his head. There was no sign of an exit wound. Unnerved by this, I prodded his scalp with increasing agitation, until a sudden cry from the patient announced that I had discovered the bullet.

There was a large, tender lump on the back of his head. The pistol ball had traveled under the skin, skimming the curve of his skull, and come to rest just over his occiput.

“Jesus H. Christ!” I exclaimed. I felt it again, unbelieving, but there it was. “You always said your head was solid bone, and I’ll be damned if you weren’t right. She shot you point-blank, and the bloody ball bounced off your skull!”

Jamie, supporting his head in his hands as I examined him, made a sound somewhere between a snort and a groan.

“Aye, well,” he said, his voice somewhat muffled in his hands, “I’ll no say I’m not thick-heided, but if Mistress Abernathy had used a full charge of powder, it wouldna have been nearly thick enough.”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Not the wound, no, though it’s sore. I’ve a terrible headache, though.”

“I shouldn’t wonder. Hold on a bit; I’m going to take the ball out.”

Not knowing in what condition we might find Ian, I had brought the smallest of my medical boxes, which fortunately contained a bottle of alcohol and a small scalpel. I shaved away a little of Jamie’s abundant mane, just below the swelling, and soused the area with alcohol for disinfection. My fingers were chilled from the alcohol, but his head was warm and comfortingly live to the touch.

“Three deep breaths and hold on tight,” I murmured. “I’m going to cut you, but it will be fast.”

“All right.” The back of his neck looked a little pale, but the pulse was steady. He obligingly drew in his breath deeply, and exhaled, sighing. I held the area of scalp taut between the index and third fingers of my left hand. On the third breath, I said, “Right now,” and drew the blade hard and quick across the scalp. He grunted slightly, but didn’t cry out. I pressed gently with my right thumb against the swelling, slightly harder—and the ball popped out of the incision I had made, falling into my left hand like a grape.

“Got it,” I said, and only then realized that I had been holding my breath. I dropped the little pellet—somewhat flattened by its contact with his skull—into his hand, and smiled, a little shakily. “Souvenir,” I said. I pressed a pad of cloth against the small wound, wound a strip of cloth round his head to hold it, and then quite suddenly, with no warning whatever, began to cry.

I could feel the tears rolling down my face, and my shoulders shaking, but I felt still detached; somehow outside my body. I was conscious mostly of a mild amazement.

“Sassenach? Are ye all right?” Jamie was peering up at me, eyes worried under the rakish bandage.

“Yes,” I said, stuttering from the force of my crying. “I d-don’t k-know why I’m c-crying. I d-don’t know!”

“Come here.” He took my hand and drew me down onto his knee. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, resting his cheek on the top of my head.

“It will be all right,” he whispered. “It’s fine now, mo chridhe, it’s fine.” He rocked me gently, one hand stroking my hair and neck, and murmured small unimportant things in my ear. Just as suddenly as I had been detached, I was back inside my body, warm and shaking, feeling the iron core dissolve in my tears.

Gradually I stopped weeping, and lay still against his chest, hiccuping now and then, feeling nothing but peace and the comfort of his presence.

I was dimly aware that Lawrence and Ian had returned, but paid no attention to them. At one point, I heard Ian say, with more curiosity than alarm, “You’re bleeding all down the back of your neck, Uncle Jamie.”

“Perhaps you’ll fix me a new bandage, then, Ian,” Jamie said. His voice was soft and unconcerned. “I must just hold your auntie now.” And sometime later I went to sleep, still held tight in the circle of his arms.

I woke up later, curled on a blanket next to Jamie. He was leaning against a tree, one hand resting on my shoulder. He felt me wake, and squeezed gently. It was dark, and I could hear a rhythmic snoring somewhere close at hand. It must be Lawrence, I thought drowsily, for I could hear Young Ian’s voice, on the other side of Jamie.

~ Voyager ~