ian hearding


You got me hooked up on the feeling
You got me hanging from the ceiling
Got me up so high; I’m barely breathing
So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me go

Thank You

Summary: Frank hits Ian in front of Mickey, and Mickey’s reaction shocks the whole family.

Word Count: 863

Mickey was thankful that he and Ian were growing closer, but at the same time, he was deathly afraid. Being gay in the Southside was far from acceptable, so Mickey did everything he could to make it so no one ever found out.

Mickey needed to get away from his house because Terry was in an abusive mood. Though he hated his connection to the redheaded Gallagher boy, he didn’t have anywhere else to go so he decided that they could sneak off to get high and fuck like usual.

As he approached the front door of the Gallagher household, he heard yelling. The shouting made him roll his eyes because he guaranteed that the argument had to do with Frank.

Mickey made his way into the house and noticed no one but the kids were downstairs. “Gallagher home?”

“We’re all Gallaghers,” Debbie says with a raised eyebrow. “Why are you here?”

Mickey scoffs. “Gotta see the redhead real quick. Where the fuck is he?” He pushes.


“Wouldn’t go up there,” Carl cuts Debbie off. “It’s World War III between Ian and Frank right now. Don’t you hear all the fucking screaming?”

Instead of responding, Mickey makes his way up the stairs. Ian’s never told him that Frank was physically abusive so he wasn’t too worried about the severity of the argument.

To his surprise though, when he walks into Ian’s bedroom, he sees Frank punching Ian square in the face. Ian was already bloody, so Mickey assumes it wasn’t the first punch that was thrown. Before processing what he saw, he notices Fiona and Lip screaming at the top of their lungs, then his focus falls back onto the redhead who is getting beat up.

Without any thought of who was surrounding him, Mickey grabs Frank by the back of his collar, and then pushes him against the wall. Mickey’s fingers held his throat in a tight grip. He gave a few punches and then inched his face so close that he could feel the older man’s breath. “You ever touch him again, I will fucking murder you. You will never touch a hair on his head again.”


“Never again, Frank. I’ll cut your fucking dick off and force feed it to you before burying you alive. Understand?” Mickey’s voice is intensely threatening.

“Yes,” Frank croaked out.

Mickey then pulled Frank by the neck to the top of the stairwell. “Now get the fuck out,” he said and pushed him down, causing the Gallagher father to stumble.

When Mickey turned back around he saw Ian curled up on the floor. His face was covered in blood. Mickey frowned, and approached the redheaded boy. Once close enough, he sat and gathered Ian into his arms. “You okay?” Mickey said in a loving tone that made the other two siblings jaw drop. They never seen a Milkovich act in love instead of hate– then again no one has.

Ian leaned into Mickey touch and nuzzled into his neck with a smile. “I can handle Frank, Mick.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Mickey laughed. “I knew you weren’t gonna hit the asshole back so I did what needed to be done.” He kissed Ian’s head.

“Protective son of a bitch,” Ian mumbled. “I love you, thank you,” Ian said. He must’ve forgotten the presence of his family members as well because he knows Mickey wouldn’t do this with people around.

Mickey breathes in before responding because he still is not used to love, but he knows he feels it, and he knows Ian deserve it. “I love you too,” he says nervously, like usual.

Ian heard the fear in Mickey’s voice so he picked his head up and kissed him. When they pulled away, the Milkovich boy studied Ian’s face. “I gotta get you cleaned–”

He cuts himself off when he sees Lip and Fiona with widened eyes and open mouths. Ian tenses at the sight because he feels like Mickey’s going to run. To Ian’s surprise instead of running,  Mickey grabs his hand to reassure him that he’s staying, which causes Ian to grin widely.

“What the fuck?” Fiona couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Lip shook his head in disbelief as well. Did Mickey just say he loves Ian? “I fucking knew about you two but, what the fuck?”

Ian looks at Mickey because he doesn’t know what to say in fear of overstepping Mickey’s secretive boundaries. “We’re together,” Mickey says after seeing the conflicted look on Ian’s face. “I’ll let him explain or whatever, just let me clean the bloody asshole up first.”

They nod, but don’t move from where they are standing, which makes Mickey shrug. He helps Ian up and heads into the bathroom. It’s going to be a long night, he thinks.

Suddenly Ian cuts Mickey out of his thoughts with a passionate kiss. “Really, Mick, thank you,” he says. They both know that he’s not talking about getting Frank off of him anymore, so Mickey nods and kisses back.

“Did what I needed to do,” Mickey says again. “I love you,” Mickey says in hope to see Ian’s big smile, which he does.

“I love you too.”

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
I’m Here // Carl Gallagher x Reader

*not my gif 
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. 

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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More Than Friends

Summary: Five times the Gallaghers saw Ian and Mickey as friends, plus one where they saw them in love.

Word Count: 2477

Notes: I loved this request omg


The first time all of the Gallaghers saw Ian and Mickey interact, it sort of took them for a loop.  Yeah, they knew that they obviously had to be around each other when Ian would go over to the Milkovich house to hang out with Mandy, and they knew that they’d have to be near each other when they worked at the Kash n Grab, but friends? That’s a strange thing to think about.

It was when Ian came home from wherever the fuck he went— military, gay strip clubs, who knows? It wasn’t the fact that he came to see the redhead before Lip, Debbie, Carl, and Liam even knew he was back; it was the fact that he stayed.

At first, they thought the reasoning behind Mickey coming there was because of unfinished business or something like that. When they saw the two boys talking about real things and making jokes, it hit them. These boys actually get along. They’re friends.

Then the solidification of the idea of Ian and Mickey being friends hit them. Ian came running down the steps. “Hey, Mickey’s stayin’ the night. He’s got, uh, wife problems.” He then avoided eye contact and went to get blankets for Mickey. “He’s just gonna sleep on my floor,” he mumbled before running back up the steps.

“Why the fuck are they even friends?” Fiona said and everyone shrugged with the same confusion. Ian was a sweet, loving kid, and Mickey was a cold blooded thug.

“Fuckin’ weird as shit,” Lip said in bafflement.

They all looked up the stairs, where Ian ran up to meet Mickey. Guess Ian can make friends with anyone.

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A very cool prompt from @yesfangirl :

Hi Han! Since Voyager is just around the corner could you give us a glimpse of Jamie’s POV when he returned with Claire to Lallybroch and the intimate conversations of him and older Ian and Jenny. Showing Jamie’s utter bliss having Claire back and the concerns Jenny has?? Thanks so much!!

I loved this prompt and I’ve run with it into a slight AU territory because as I wrote this I felt that so much of the heartache which occurred in Voyager could have been avoided with more honesty between the characters here. Much love, Han xx

“I canna believe it, ken?”

“Aye, it was no doubt a shock for Jamie too.”

“After all this time though? What do ye think she wants?”

“I imagine she wants to live out her days with her husband.”

Jenny felt Ian shrug his shoulder beneath her head and frowned in the darkness

“Do ye really think after near twenty years she’d come back just for that?”

“Och! A marriage is no’ a small thing Janet! The lass thought him dead!”

“So she says!”

Jenny sniffed. Ian kissed her head gently and wrapped his arm more securely around her, squeezing her against his side.

“Well she’s still hear after the chaos of Edinburgh.”

“Chaos that could have been avoided had she no’ just shown up.”

“It wasna Claire that set the fire. That was your son.”


Jenny grunted and Ian felt the curve of her cheek rise against his chest in a small smile.

“Why is it when they do something reckless they’re my bairns?”

“Because it is the Fraser in them that drives them to it.”

Ian smiled, the little exchange a familiar pattern between them for the past twenty-five years since wee Jamie streaked naked into the parlour at two years old and proceeded to regale Ian and his guests with a very energetic dance before Jenny caught up to him and was able to carry him out again.

“I ken ye love Jamie dearly, I do too, but he has lived a verra unconventional life. It’s no’ surprising that Claire couldna find word o’ him. He’s spent most o’ his life an outlaw of one kind or another, he’s never settled …”

“Aye, it didna help that he marrit an uncanny Sassenach shrew…”

Ian clucked his tongue against his teeth impatiently

“Well I hardly marrit a timid mouse, did I?”


“He loves her, Janet. It is as simple as that. He loves her as deeply as I love you and let me tell ye, that is no shallow depth.”

Ian heard a heavy exhalation of breath and grinned to himself, picturing the pinch of his wife’s nostrils and the narrowing of her beautiful bright blue eyes as she decided whether to be mollified or not.

“What about Laoghaire?”

Jenny whispered finally

“Mmmphmm. Weel that is another matter.”

Ian admitted and sighed

“Let them be for a while before ye bring it up, Jen. It’s been twenty years, they deserve a few days of peace at least.”

Jenny pursed her lips but was spared from answering by the sudden growl of Ian’s belly.

“Are ye hungry, ghraidh?”

“Aye, a wee bit. I could scarcely eat at dinner.”

“I’ll get ye something.”

Jenny patted his chest and sat up, reaching for her robe.

“Thank ye.”

Ian rolled over and caught her hand, drawing to his lips and lightly kissing the delicate knuckles before rolling onto his back and sighing contentedly.


Jenny could hear someone in the pantry and closed her eyes, praying it wouldn’t be Claire. She didn’t wish to bump into her errant sister in-law, especially not in the quiet, dead of night when any chance meeting is shrouded in a delicate sort of intimacy, but it was Jenny’s home and Jenny’s food and she was damned if she would hide on the stairs like a child up past bedtime waiting for Claire to finish her rummaging.

Lifting her chin defiantly, Jenny continued down the stairs. As she got closer she could hear a low, tuneless humming and the tension left her shoulders; it was Jamie.


Jamie seldom hummed, it was a sort of odd vibration in his throat that came with intense happiness and was not something he was particularly aware of doing. All the same, he fell silent at the sound of padding footsteps approaching and turned to the door, expecting Claire to come in. It was so strange but in the few days since she had been back, Jamie realised he had already come to expect her presence. He had woken in the night unsurprised to find her beside him and when she ran her hands through his hair as he sat at the table that evening, her touch didn’t surprise him. When their eyes met during conversation it did not feel unusual. It felt natural.

For twenty years he had lived with the ache of her absence and yet he had adjusted to her presence with such ease, like a flower struggling to survive in the shade, suddenly exposed to the brilliance of a sunny day; he absorbed the rich joy of her being there without hesitation or trepidation.

“Built an appetite as well did ye, Sass … oh!”

He broke off, blushing slightly as Jenny stepped into the pantry beside him

“I thought ye were Claire.”

“Och! I daresay she’ll sleep until noon, the journey she must have had.”

Jamie cocked an eyebrow at his sister but Jenny was keeping her eyes resolutely on the bread knife she had picked  up and the loaf she was selecting.

“Claire’s always been a fairly early riser.”

He said evenly, watching Jenny carefully.

“Has she? Aye, well I wouldna ken.”

Jenny’s face was carefully blank but her tone was clear enough and Jamie’s blush deepened, though not with embarrassment

“Have ye a thing to say, Janet?”

“More than one, James, but it can keep.”

Jenny retorted and Jamie closed his eyes striving for patience. It was a shock after all, Claire returning after so long and he reasoned that Jenny might feel a little put out, even with prior warning from Ian.

“Do bheachd cudromach gu mor rium, piuthar.”*

Jamie said softly, the language of their childhood easy on his tongue.

“Agus agaibh sonas cuisean gu mor rium, brathair.”**

Jenny replied, as she finished buttering the bread and turned to look up at him

“but ye ken happiness can no’ be a straight forward thing here. Does Claire know about …”


Jamie jerked forward reflexively, his fingers nearly covering Jenny’s lips but not quite touching her, his eyes wide with panic.

“Don’t speak that name here.”

He whispered, almost pleading.

“Ye canna ignore it, Jamie.”

“I know but …”

Jamie broke off suddenly, stepping back and hastily closing the door, shutting them into the tight space of the pantry.

“I canna tell her yet, she’s been through so much to get back to me…”

“Even more reason why ye owe her the truth then. If she loves ye, she will understand.”

Jamie snorted and shook his head

“Would ye understand such a thing?”

“After twenty years and no word? Aye, I would! What would she have had ye do?”

Jenny snapped, though she kept her voice to a low whisper.

“None of this is Claire’s fault, Jenny. She left because I made her go. I meant to die at Culloden.”

Jamie spread his hands helplessly a gesture of the angry futility of man against the twists and turns of life.

“If ye dinna tell Claire, I will. Or I will send for your other wife to come and deal with this.”

Jenny said, watching her brother with a hard gaze that he recognised as that of their father, strong and certain in her conviction and he knew that his temper would not sway her.

“If ye wish me to beg ye, I will. I have no right to your silence but I will ask it of ye anyway. Just give me a day to find a way to tell Claire the truth and I will do it. She deserves to hear it from me directly and make her decision accordingly.”

“So ye think she’ll leave ye when she finds out?”

Jenny demanded and Jamie shrugged but the strain of his fear was evident in his face.

“I dinna ken, but coward that I am, I canna bear to find out yet, no’ just yet. Please Jenny, do not say anything.”

Harsh times had placed many strains on the siblings relationship but as they stood in the little candlelit pantry, the years fell away and all the distances and barriers slipped to nothingness leaving only the core of their shared love and family ties behind. Sighing Jenny bit her lip and lifted a hand to cup her brother’s cheek.

“I can remember a time that I had to stoop to touch ye so.”

She smiled gently, tracing her thumb over the high arc of his cheekbones

“Ye deserve happiness Jamie, stability and a good home. Ye can have that here, ken? But with Claire …”

“Claire is my home, Jenny. She always has been.”

Jamie interrupted, taking her hand and holding it lightly in his own. Jenny opened her mouth to say more but closed it again. She knew that what he said was true, that in all the years since Culloden her brother had been  living a rootless, joyless existence as his soul pined for it’s twin. She had thought … had hoped … that Laoghaire might plug the hole left in him by Claire’s loss but if anything, the marriage had only chafed at Jamie’s grief. And now Claire was back and Jamie had everything he had ever wanted. Could she really begrudge him that?

Finally she sighed and nodded.

“Aye. I ken she is. But for all she is your home, you are a verra large part of mine and I ken that ye willna stay here in Scotland if Claire stays and I might never see ye again if ye leave.”

Jenny dabbed the sleeve of her robe beneath her eyes and sniffed

“I have nearly lost ye so many times, I dinna want to lose ye for good.”


Jamie murmured softly, enfolding his sister in his arms, bowing over until his cheek rested on the smooth black curls of her hair.

“Ye willna lose me, whether I live at Lallybroch or on the moon it doesna alter what is between us.”

“I ken … and I do want ye to be happy, truly.”

“I know that. I owe ye so much Jenny, ye have been as much a mother to me as ye have a sister and I dinna think that I have ever properly thanked ye for it.”

“Ye dinna have to thank me!”

“Aye I do. Thank ye Janet, for everything.”

Jenny stepped back and took a deep steadying breath.

“Well you’re welcome. I won’t send word to Laoghaire, but she’ll find out soon enough and ye’d do better to have told Claire the truth before she comes knocking.”


Jamie nodded. They stood in silence for a few moments, each of them lost to their own thoughts. The old house was still and quiet around them, the silent echo of the years reverberating in the shadows and nooks, lifetimes of secrets and shared moments kept safe within its stone walls.

“Are ye happy, brathair?”

“More than I ever thought to be again. My heart feels swelled to bursting and sometimes I look at her, and I feel that I canna breathe for joy.”

Jamie smiled almost shyly and Jenny breathed a small sigh of either relief or resignation, Jamie couldn’t tell.

“and Claire?”

“I hope so. I know I am not the same man that she wed, but God willing she might have found something to love about the man I am now.”

He shrugged and Jenny nodded in understanding

“She has, mo luaidh. I dinna doubt it.”

Tiptoeing she kissed Jamie’s cheek and picked up Ian’s snack

“Good night Jamie.”

“Good night Jenny.”


“Do bheachd cudromach gu mor rium, piuthar.”* - Your opinion matters greatly to me, sister.

“Agus agaibh sonas cuisean gu mor rium, brathair.”** - And your happiness matters greatly to me, brother.

Bad Reputation


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

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The music was 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, it had taken me an hour and a half to take pictures with people. I didn’t mind that, but I would just rather have been kicking it at home with Aaliyah watching Harry Potter or something.

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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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Summary: After Ian and Mickey get in a fight, Lip finds out and gets Mickey to make up for it.

Word Count: 2196

Notes: Sorry again about not being able finish this request for you guys yesterday!

Ian was steaming. Anger was radiating from his body. As usual, in Ian’s opinion, Mickey was acting like their relationship was nothing to him, absolutely nothing, so the redhead was beyond pissed. “You know what, fuck you, Mickey. Fuck you for always getting my hopes up, and making me think that you actually might love me, and then fucking ruining it all. Fuck you.” He shook his head.

“No, fuck you. You don’t know shit, Gallagher!” Mick shouted. On the inside, he wanted to scream and tell Ian how much he really meant to him, how this relationship is all that was keeping him going, but he couldn’t. He had to stay distant— or so he thought. One the outside, he was fuming from the ears. With every word the tall boy said, Mickey wanted to shout. As Ian turned away, Mickey said, “Fucking asshole,” under his breath.

Ian turned back around. “You’re actually calling me an asshole right now? I cannot fucking believe you.” He sarcastically snorted. “At least I’m not a pussy,” Ian spat.

Those words caught Mickey’s attention more than any other thing that had been said to him that whole day. Hateful slurs can kill a person, but no one can take Mickey Milkovich down. “Shut the fuck up, Ian,” he said coldly.

“What? You wanna hit me or something?” Ian laughed. He started to turn to walk out, but he refused to stay silent. “Fucking pussy—”

He was cut off by a punch. Mickey immediately backed up with guilt. Ian’s jaw dropped a bit in shock. He knows he asked for it, but he wasn’t actually expecting Mickey to do it. Ian watched as tears prickled behind his lover’s eyes, but instead of doing anything, whether it be punching back or just simple talking, he got up and left.

Once Ian got out of the abandoned building, he ran. He sped home as fast as he could. His chest was burning, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the fury that he was feeling or the running that he was doing. Breathlessness took over as he approach his home.

Ian stormed into the house. He didn’t realize that there were tears welling in his eyes, but he still made sure not to look at anyone. While panting, the redhead pounded up the steps and completely disregarded his family.

As they heard the door to the bedroom slam, the rest of the Gallagher clan shared a confused look. Fiona then motioned for Lip to go upstairs and check on Ian, so he obliged.

When Lip got to the bedroom, he found his brother curled up on top of his bed, tightly clutching a pillow. His whole body was tense. Lip knew something bad must’ve happened for Ian to be in this state.

The older Gallagher boy slowly walked over to his distressed brother. “Ian,” he nudged him. There was no response though. Instead, Ian pushed his face further into the covers. “Ian, c’mon. I’m not fucking leaving til you tell me what’s up. Fi was on my ass about it,” he joked.

Quickly, Ian turned around. There was a scowl on his face. “Just get the fuck out, Lip,” he said coldly.

Seeing the black and blue that laid on Ian’s face made Lip’s eyes widen. There was nothing he hated more than knowing that his brother got into a fight and he wasn’t there to stick up for him. “Who the fuck did that?”

“No one. Fuck off!” Ian threw a pillow. He was clearly disturbed, and Lip was way too stubborn to not find out what happened.

“No. Tell me what happened. You know I’m not fucking leaving til you talk,” he went and reached for a smoke. Just as he lit it and placed it between his lips, Ian scooted over and gave him a place to sit on the bed.

The redhead looked down. “Just got in a stupid fight.” He then took the cigarette from his brothers lips.

As Lip started to think about the possible people who could hit Ian, he started to worry. “Shit,” he said. “You were with Mickey at work. Did he see it happen?” He tried to ask nonchalantly. The way Ian looked even further away and started to tap his foot is what gave it away. “That fucking asshole,” Lip stood and headed for the door.

“Wait! Don’t!” Ian shouted out for him. “He wants to be with me. You can’t fake that.”

“Someone who takes fucking pleasure in beating the shit out of you wants to be with you?” Lip snorted rudely. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Ian shook his head. “I’m done with him, alright?”

Lip rolled his eyes. He knew damn well that Ian would crawl right back to Mickey fucking Milkovich, so something needed to be done. He then stormed out of the room, leaving Ian in distress. When the rest of the Gallaghers asked Lip what was wrong with Ian, he ignored them and stormed out of the house.

* * *

Mickey was laying in his bed with a blunt between his lips. There were empty beer cans surrounding him, and a bottle of vodka in his hand. No matter how high or drunk he tried to get, he couldn’t get Ian fucking Gallagher out of his head.

Just as he started to exhale some smoke, an angry looking Gallagher busted into his room. To his demise, it wasn’t Ian, it was Lip. Naturally. Mickey raised his eyebrow. “Fuck do you want?”

“You messed with Ian,” Lip spat. “Stop fucking with him, Mickey,” he said in a knowing tone. Mickey knew that he should be angry about it, but he didn’t have the energy to at the moment. Plus, he figured Lip had known the whole time so it was whatever.

Mickey didn’t respond. He just shut his eyes and took another swig of the vodka.

Lip dryly chuckled. “Y’know he thinks you want to be with him.” He shook his head. “Said he’s done though, and he better be fucking done.”

There was a hitch in Mickey’s breath that Lip unmistakably heard. It looked like he wanted to speak but he couldn’t. He shut his eyes tighter and continued to listen.

“Now I don’t want my brother sulking around for a week, so you’re either going to fix this or leave it with a simple fucking apology. You’re doing something about it though.”

Mickey chugged down the rest of his vodka and stood up. “Let’s fucking go then.” He walked out the door.

For a moment, Lip froze because he thought it would definitely be a lot harder to convince Mickey to do anything. What the fuck? He was highly confused, but he figured he’d just go along with it.

As the two boys walked down the street to the Gallagher home, Lip kept shooting hateful and wondering looks at him. They way Mickey did say anything was definitely weirding him out.

Lip unlocked the front door and the two of them walked in. With no hesitation, Mickey walked up the steps, not even glancing at the other Gallaghers.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Fiona asked. She seemed a bit appalled to have him in their house.

The eldest brother stroked his chin as he made up a response. “Y’know how he and Ian work together?” Everyone nodded. “They just needed to work some shit out.” He wanted to tell them the full truth, but it wasn’t his secret to tell.

* * *

When Mickey got into Ian’s bedroom, he found his secret love with red rimmed eyes and a cigarette between his lips. He couldn’t see that black and blue mark that he had given him from the way Ian’s head was turned, but the thought of it made him frown. “What the fuck do you want, Mick.”

Mickey cleared his throat. He couldn’t let his voice crack, it shows too much weakness. “Lip stopped over at my house.”

“Figured,” Ian said as he exhaled his smoke. There  was no emotion in his voice, but Mickey saw it in the way he was clenching his hand together.

After taking a deep breath, Mickey took one single step closer. “I’m sorry.”

Ian snorted and stood up. “I don’t want to fucking hear it. I’m done,” he put his cigarette in the ashtray and walked out of the room to the downstairs.

As he ran his hand over his face, anxiety was creeping through Mickey’s body. Motherfucker. He knew he couldn’t afford to lose Ian if there was a chance that the redhead still cared. Honestly it was probably in Ian’s best interest to leave, but Mickey realized it was time to put up a fight. If a simple apology wasn’t going to do the job, he’d have to make it more public.

Nervously, Mickey followed Ian down the stairs. Everyone was crowding into the kitchen to talk to Ian, but he didn’t seem to notice them. “Ian—” Fiona started but as Lip noticed Mickey he shook his head at the older sister to tell him to shut up.

Suddenly Mickey didn’t care about everyone else in the room. All he cared about was that goofy redhead that he was in love with. “Gallagher, will you fucking listen to me?”

Ian snorted. “Yeah, like you have anything to say. Fuck off, Mickey.” He took out a beer. Carl tensed as he heard Ian speak to Mickey in that manner— normally that’s a fucking death wish when talking to a Milkovich.

“No.” Mickey stepped closer and cornered Ian. “I’m fucking sorry for being an ass all the time. I’m fucking sorry that I can’t be the guy you deserve to be with. I am the way I am because I don’t want you getting hung up on me—”

“You think you’re this worthless piece of shit who can only bring bad into my life!” Ian threw his arms up in anger. “You don’t get to fucking tell me who I should or shouldn’t be with.”

“I do it because I love you!” Mickey shouted for the first time. Ian’s face was completely shocked. “I love you and I don’t want to drag you down. I’m a fucking Milkovich— what good are we?” His voice held a lot of sincerity, but it was starting to shake.

Ian took a gulp of air. “You said you love me,” he raised his eyebrow. It was hard for him to believe that he heard it.

“I love you,” Mickey repeated. He was still scared, but he was proud of himself for admitting how he feels.

Ian started nodding rapidly. He grabbed Mickey cheeks. “I love you too,” he said with relief. “But I wouldn’t want to fucking be with you if I didn’t think you were good for me, okay? So cut the shit.”

Mickey let out a little chuckle. “O-okay,” he said. They didn’t know who initiated it, but their lips were suddenly connected. It was a passionate kiss.

The whole Gallagher clan was left in complete shock— even Lip who knew of their secret relationship. It was more than a surprise to see these two boys together because one, who the fuck would think Mickey Milkovich is gay, and two, what the fuck does Ian see in him? “What the hell?” Debbie said, cutting the boys off from their moment.

Ian separated from Mickey and looked at him with apologetic eyes. He knew very well that this whole ordeal was enough to scare the Milkovich boy shitless. Mickey nodded and slowly turned to the family. His eyes immediately caught Lip’s, and to Mickey’s surprise, he didn’t give him a disapproving look, instead he nodded.

“Are you two together?” Fiona asked in amazement.

“The fuck’s it look like,” Mickey spat. It caused Ian to grin.

“Wow,” Carl said. He surprisingly seemed to be happy about this new information that was just laid on him.

The eldest Gallagher sibling shook her head. “Wait. Wha— How long?” Fiona put her hands on her hips and eyed both boys. She was disappointed that she wasn’t told about this.

What Ian says next is nearly enough to make one of them fall off a chair. “Two and a half years,” he admits. Knowing that Fiona would be furious, he avoided eye contact.

“Why wouldn’t you fucking tell any of us, Ian—”

“He told me,” Lip interjected. Fiona shot his an angry gaze though so he shut up.

Ian turned from his family to look at Mickey. When he noticed the tension in the other boy’s shoulder, he put a hand on the small of Mickey’s back. “Listen, Fi,” he turned back to his sister. “You know now, alright? Can we just explain it all some other time?” He asked in attempts to calm Mickey.

Fiona’s jaw dropped open for a second as if she was going to oppose, but then she backed up. “Yeah, yeah. I guess,” she said.

Ian grabbed Mickey’s hand and then the boys walked back up the stairs. The rest of the Gallaghers were left in silence and a bit of confusion. Debbie giggled a little then. “Well I was not expecting that.”

Janel: “For a while I was thinking, “Oh, it’s one of the parents!” That it was Hanna or Alison’s mom. On this show, everyone is a suspect at some point. What if all the parents were in on it?”

Ian: “I’ve also heard the theory that in the end, we find out it’s all made up. I will not dispel that rumor. I remember there being a heated, dead-serious conversation with Keegan Allen about whether or not it’s all an illusion, or if it’s one of them chained to a bed in Radley, and this was all a horrible nightmare that he or she had.”

Lip Gallagher Flangst

Request: Lip Gallagher Imagine: The reader is pregnant & she doesn’t find out until 3 months (bc she didn’t show symptoms at first & she forgot to keep check on her period not showing). she tries to keep it from him because he’s stressing about stuff with his family. But after the 4 - 5months he realises & freaks bc he thinks he’s not ready. Ian talks sense into him (brotherly love) Lip goes and apologies to the reader; they both tell rest of the family together.

You were at the doctor after a few weeks of being sick and practically throwing up everywhere. It was Lip,your boyfriend, who had insisted you to go.

The doctor walked in your room; you felt extremely bare in your dressing gown. “Have you been missing your periods, Miss Y/N?” He asked looking at your papers.

“Um to come to think about it yeah. I just thought it was stress or something.” You certainly didn’t have an easy home life.

“Are you sexually active?” You nodded; Lip and you had been having sex since you were both 15 and now you were 17. “You’re pregnant. I suggest you go to the gynecologist and get an ultrasound and they can test how far along you are.”

Your stomach heaved and you lunged for the trash can; Lip was going through some serious shit at home. You couldn’t tell him now.

You didn’t have the money to go to the other doctor and your parents sure as hell wouldn’t help.

2 months had passed and you were beginning to show; you knew Lip would question it especially since he saw you naked all the time. You had managed to get cheap prenatals and get an ultrasound, but still hadn’t informed Lip.

You were laying in his bed when he walked in and looked at you, “What’s been going on baby? Am I not good in bed anymore? You never wanna have sex.” He sighed and sat by you.

“No. It’s not that. I’m just not in the mood. I don’t like the weight I’ve gained.” You sighed.

“You’re always sick, never turned on, and gaining weight.” He thought for a second before going ghostly white, “Are you pregnant?”

You bit your lip and tears welled in your eyes; all you could do was nod.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me, Y/N?!” He shouted; you turned away and started to cry, but nevertheless he continued in a rage, “We aren’t ready to be parents. We are 17. You have to get rid of it.”

You stood up abruptly and walked towards the door, “Go fuck yourself Lip. I want this baby and besides it’s too late for that.” You slammed the door behind you and walked downstairs to grab your stuff and get the hell out of there.
Ian knocked on the door to Lip and him’s bedroom. Lip mumbled something and Ian walked in. Lip had his face buried in his hands, “Y/N’s pregnant and I told her to abort it.”

“I know bro. The whole neighborhood heard.” Ian sat next to Lip and patted him on the back, “But it’s too late isn’t it?”

Lip nodded and groaned, “I’m not ready man.”

“But she’s the love of your life and that’s your baby.” Ian smiled at him. He had always liked you. “Now go get her and say sorry for the love of god. You probably broke her heart.”

Lip stood up and ran down the stairs to see you sobbing on the couch next to Liam who had his head in her lap. “Baby?” He asked quietly.

“The fuck do you want Lip? I’m keeping this baby with or without you.” You snapped and Liam grabbed your hand. Even for a little kid, he knew what was going on.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I love you and I’ll love the baby. I was just upset you didn’t tell me.” He sighed and sat on the couch next to you.

“I found out at 3 months. I didn’t tell you because of all the shit was going on here. I was gonna try to soon.” You reached in your purse and pulled out a picture of the ultrasound. “It’s a boy.” You said quietly.

Lip smiled and took you in his arms, “Let’s tell everyone.”

Creepypasta #1023: Gamer

Length: Super long

You know that little boys aren’t supposed to go into strange rooms with men they just met, right? When I was ten, I knew this too, but I was a huge video game nerd. In the 1980’s, if you wanted to play video games, you had to go to the arcade in the mall.

The arcade had a wide array of video games in the lobby area. But the best games were hidden in a secret room at the back of the store. I had heard about it from other boys at school. They said that if you spent a lot of time (and quarters) playing video games on the main floor, the owner, Stanley, would take you into the backroom where the secret games were kept.

The guys said that Stanley got access to the arcade games months before they came out. It was also rumored that there were some games in the backroom that were too risqué for the main floor. Weird underground video games from Japan that involved sex and gore.

I had been coming to the arcade with my friends for over a month, but Stanley never showed any interest in me until I came by myself one day.

You have to understand that this was a safe, quaint college town in the 1980s. Things were different. Moms would drop their kids off at the mall, armed only with stern warnings about talking to strangers - and leave them there for hours. Everyone did this. It wasn’t neglectful.

I was playing Street Fighter when Stanley approached me. “You’ve spent a lot of time at that game.” I was a little shocked that he was right here. I had seen him around the store, but never this close. It was like seeing a celebrity in person for the first time. 

“Ya. I’ve almost gotten a high score three times.” 

He asked, “Do you want to play some other games in the back?”

And that was it.

It was like he had asked me if I wanted a million dollars. I backed away from my game (right in the middle of a hard level) and said, “Yes.” Right away. No hesitation. That’s how stupid I was.

As he led me back through the game room lobby, he asked, “Has anyone told you about the back room?” I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble for telling the secret. He promised that they wouldn’t get in trouble. He just needed to know who it was. I gave him Jonathan Blakely’s name.

When we entered the backroom, I felt a pang of disappointment. I quickly scanned the arcades along the wall, but didn’t see anything particularly salacious. A few older games. One or two that had recently broke and were removed from the game floor. There were three separate doors to some further rooms on the side. I guessed they might be bathrooms or an office area.

There was also another boy about my age in the room. He was playing one of the wild west shooter games. Stanley walked me over and introduced the boy as Ian. Ian greeted me with a casual “Hey” and a smile. He lowered his red plastic gun, looked at Stanley, and said “Now that there’s another kid, can we play that special game?” 

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