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rekiilysm · 3 years

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Till We Meet Again

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⇨ 「pairing— rody soul x reader」

⇨ 「summary— you go on a trip to a different country and meet a certain boy who you end up falling for.」

⇨ 「warnings— violence, blood/gore-ish?, swearing, but mostly fluff!」

⇨ 「word count— 2.7k」

you, bakugo, and shoto got a location from deku a couple of days ago. he sent it in a weird code way, but the brains of the group (todoroki) figured it out. so now, you guys were heading to deku to help him.

once you got off of the train, the train stop was crowded. "what the hell?" bakugo grunted as you pushed through a group of people.

you start to look around, noticing something going on from the mountain beside you guys. you focus your full attention to what's going on up there to see that there was a villain attacking.

"guys, look!" you nudged the two boys and pointed your head toward what was going on.

they looked back at you, "let's go." they both said in unison.

you guys quickly make your way over to the mountains, assuming that it was deku up there. you flew along with todoroki and bakugo with your ghost-like quirk and made your way up.

you saw another guy holding onto the edge of a cliff for dear life, and a villain holding a huge bolder-like ball. the boy who was holding on the clif let go, which made you panic even more. todoroki ran over and started to freeze the villain, and you flew over to the boy to catch him.

just in time, you caught the brunette who was also panicking. you got back up to the top of the mountain and carefully placed the boy down as you flew over to bakugo to help him out.

after the villain you and bakugo were fighting stepped off of the helicopter, you guys flew back over to the mountain.

luckily, todoroki got his villain, so it was peaceful now. you quickly went over to the boy you saved and looked him over for injuries. "are you okay? are you hurt?" you ask with concern, touching the boy as you looked around for injuries.

he stuttered, "u-uh yeah i'm fine. thanks.." he scratched the back of his neck as a little bird popped out from behind his head. it was blushing and looked like it had heart eyes. you chuckle at the cute bird.

"aww cute birdy! what's her name?" you ask, slowly reaching your hand out to pet the bird. it melts into your gentle hand and smiles.

"her name is pino," he said looking at the small interaction between me and his bird.

"aww! she's adorable!" you coo, as you scratch pino's fuffy head. pino melts into your hand and you giggle at the adorable bird.

"thanks by the way," the boy said and you look up to him smiling.

"no problem! it is my job after all," you winked and he smiled. the bird was freaking out and a blushing mess. you looked over to her and chuckled. "pino's alright too right?"

the boy awkwardly chuckled, "yeah, she's fine." he scratched the back of his neck as you nod your head. he turned back to you, "oh yeah! i never got your name."

"it's y/n," you smiled and he does the same.

"rody soul," he replies back with a smirk, holding his hand out. you chuckle and gently place your hand in his, shaking his hand.

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over the past couple of days, a lot of shit has happened. you and the boys figured out about multiple bomb-type things that were places around the world to get rid of quirks.

deku also found a small compartment in the brief case that him and rody were carrying around like a baby. it had a flash drive in it with multiple videos on it that told you guys to save the world.

you then found out where the main headquarters was located, and endeavor told you guys to go and stop the bombs.

"but how are we gonna get there? i mean, i can fly there, but you guys can't," you state and todoroki nods.

"y/n's right. we don't have a way to get there," he says and rody steps up.

"actually.. i know how we can get there," he trails off and you all look at each other.

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now you and the boys were all loaded up in a old small airplane. shoto, deku, and bakugo all sat in the back, and you sat in the front passenger's seat next to rody.

"are you sure you know how to fly this thing?" you ask, having a strong grip on the arm rests. he looks at you with a smirk and turns the airplane on.

"just trust me babe," he says calmly and you start to blush profusely.

"wha-" you start but rody realizes what he just said.

"uhh forget i said that," he started turning gears with his eyes wide and his cheeks red. pino was sitting in your hands and fell, burying her face into your hands.

"gross," bakugo mumbled and deku chuckled.

the plane ride was quiet and pretty awkward between you and rody, which made it awkward for everyone.

once rody made it to the place, the boys told him to stay in the plane because it was a hero's job. you were to go inside and defeat the members that were guarding the entrance.

you look at him and he give you a look, "y/n go help deku with the main guy. i'll be ok." you look at him unsure, to which he nods and smiles at you.

the boys open the door to the plane and jump out, calling for you to do the same. you walk over to the open door and look back at rody. he smiles and gives you a thumbs up, "don't die on me y/n, and good luck."

"i don't plan on it, and thanks rody," you smile back and jump out.

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rody thought to himself that even though you guys were strong, he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. he ended up crashing the plane in the woods, and he hopped out. but unfortunately, he was quickly surrounded by members of the terrorists.

"fuck," he mumbled.

back with deku and you, you guys were fighting the undefeatable guy who ran the whole humanize organization thing.

every time you and deku would shoot attacks at him, you guys got your attacks on you instead. you ran up to him, collecting a bunch of energy in your hand as you blasted him with it. but your own blast hit you back into the book case where deku was at.

you groan in pain as you slid down the bookcase, landing on the ground with a thump. you look up to deku running towards the guy, but a laser beam hits him in his shoulder, to which he screams in pain.

"deku!" you yell as you get up, running over to him. but a laser shoots at you, which ends up going through your thigh. you scream in pain, falling to the ground feeling helpless.

you look up and see deku getting back up, being shot multiple times in different places. you gasp and slowly get up, being careful with your leg. "fuck," you mumble to yourself in pain.

you wobble over to deku to help, but one of the beams hit you again in your arm. "shit!" you yelp as you collapse again, this time you can't even move.

a couple minutes pass, and deku's on the ground now too. both of you have blood pouring from your now weak bodies.

laying there, you hear some foot steps coming your way, so you look up. you see rody walk up to the villain with the flash drive in his hand.

"rody?" you and deku ask in confusion at the same time. rody doesn't even look back and keeps heading towards the villain.

"i'm sorry deku and y/n. i tried to come help but some of the members of humanize caught me and told me that they would let me go if i have this over," rody said with the drive in his hand.

"rody don't do it!" you yell and he shakes his head, stopping in his tracks to look at you and deku. when he looked back, his heart broke seeing you like this; he also felt bad for deku.

he couldn't even look at you, "i'm sorry." as he walks away, you see pino pop up from the hood of his jacket. you and deku lightly gasp as pino winks at you guys.

you and deku try to get up as rody hands over the flash drive, but before he did, he flipped it up and caught it.

"why you!" the villain yells in anger and tries to attack rody.

"rody, go downstairs and stop the bomb!" deku yells and he nods. the lasers start to shoot at rody again, so rody quickly goes up the stairs to get away from them.

you try to get up on your feet, but just fall to the ground. you look up from the ground to see a terrifying sight. rody got shot in the stomach by a laser beam.

"RODY!" you yell as you forget the pain you have and get up to your feet, quickly making your way over to him. he falls to the ground with blood spilling out from his open wound.

"no!" the villain yells as a laser hits you in your shoulder, almost hitting your neck. you scream in pain as you fall to the ground.

"y/n no!" rody croaks out, slowly getting up from the ground.

"rody, go stop the bombs!" you yell from the ground. you look up with a weak smile, "go save the world."

he looks at you with a frown and gets up. he limps over to the staircase, making his way down up against the wall.

"y/n go with rody! i need you to be with him right now," deku yells to you, which you-as quickly as you could go-got up from your place on the ground and went over to the staircase.

when you stepped down a few steps, you saw all the blood on the wall from rody. you frown, feeling your eyes well up from the thought of him hurting really bad, and the fact that you were hurting a lot yourself.

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you finally made it downstairs, only to see rody lying on the ground lifeless. your eyes widen as you run over and fall to your knees next to him. you look around to try and find the flash drive, but you don't find it.

you look up to the slot where it goes and you see it in there with pino on top of it looking lifeless as well. you smile, knowing that the bomb is stopped, but then it fades away as you look down to rody. you carefully flip him over so his head was resting in your lap comfortably.

his eyes slowly open and look up to you. you cup his cheek and he melts into it. "you're not going to die. i know you're not because you're so strong. i mean technically, you saved the world.. well, pino did but still." you chuckle and he does the same.

he grabs your hand with both of his and holds them close to him, "i'm not leaving anytime soon, y/n." he smiles and you do the same. "i know we just met a couple of days ago, but i feel really attracted to you. you're so sweet, funny, caring, i could go on forever.."

you feel a blush creep up on your cheeks and he smirks. "me too," you say to him and brush his hair out of his face.

over the pass couple of days, you and rody got really close. and yes, it has only been a couple of days, but you guys have grown a strong bond and connection.

before you two realize it, you are staring at each other. but the moment ends when you hear foot steps coming your way. you both look up to see deku wobbling over to you guys, falling on his knees next to you.

"you good, rody?" deku asks and rody nods his head.

"never been better," he replies which makes you and deku chuckle.

"you saved the world, y'know that?" deku states and rody smirks.

"hehe yeah i guess i did," he says back. "y'know we almost died," he said calmly, which made us all laugh.

"yeah we did," you say and start laughing. the boys start laughing too, staying positive at the situation.

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after a couple of days in the hospital, it was finally time to go home back to japan. since rody told you everything in the hospital, when you got out you decided to get him a phone so you could communicate with each other.

you totally forgot about it when you got to the airport. you and deku were about to step on the escalator until you heard a familiar voice from behind you.

when you turned around, you saw rody on crutches in new clothes. you smile as you and deku walk over to him. "rody! you got out early!" deku stated and rody nodded.

"yeah they let me out early, and i just wanted to say goodbye.." he said and turned around facing the window. pino was sobbing and you and deku frowned, knowing that rody was really sad about you guys leaving. "and make sure to not come back because trouble always happens when you're around."

you and deku embrace him into a hug, to which he returned, making his crutch fall on the ground. you snuggle into his neck which makes him smile. you all pull back and you remember something.

"oh yeah! i totally forgot," you say as you reach in your backpack, pulling a white box out. you hand it over to rody smiling and deku does the same. "we wanted to stay in touch, so we got you a phone! it's all on us, so don't worry about it."

he looks at you both in shock, shaking his head and waving his hands no. "no, i can't take that."

you place the box in his hands, "too bad because you are. don't worry about it, lemme sugar mama you." you all chuckle and he looks down at the box.

"thank you guys," he says as pino bursts into tears and you smile. you unfortunately hear your flight being called, which means you have to go.

"looks like we gotta leave," deku stated with a frown. he goes over and hugs rody one more time, "i'll give you guys a minute but hurry up because we gotta go."

you smile at deku and look over to rody as deku walks away. "i put our numbers in there so you can text us when you get it set up." he smiles and slides the box in his pocket. he walks over to you, looking you straight in the eyes as you look at him confused.

"before you leave, there's something i need to do," he says as your bodies are super close to each other. he leans in and connects his lips to yours, shocking you. you quickly melt into the kiss and cup his cheek.

the moment gets ruined when you hear bakugo yell, "hurry up, we gotta leave lovebirds!" you both pull back and look up to them all staring at you guys.

"kacchan!" deku yells back a bakugo. you chuckle and look back over to rody.

"welp, that's my cue to leave," you say and he nods.

"be careful. i'll text you when i get my phone set up, okay?" rody says as you nod, placing one last quick peck on his lips. you grab your case with your hero costume in it and turn around to leave.

you look back at him, "till we meet again, rody!" he smiles and nods, waving at you.

"till we meet again, y/n.." rody trails off as he watches you fly up to where the guys are at.

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dopescotlandwarrior · 4 years

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Unforgettable-Chapter Seven

Also on AO3 A special thanks to @statell for all your help

Chapter Seven

Geneva looked over the high sign-in counter and round blue eyes in a gorgeous face stared back.

“May I help you?”

“I need to see Jamie right away.”

“Let’s get you scheduled for next week sometime. What is a good day for you?”

“You idiot, he’s my fiancé for Christ’s sake. Is there a patient with him now?”

The office manager cut Geneva off as she came through to the back office and would not let her pass. I’m sorry miss, doctor Fraser has never mentioned your name and I am not in the mood to waste time with your pushy attitude. Either you leave on your own or I throw you out. Your choice.

Geneva sneered at the woman who was at least six inches shorter and hadn’t more than one hundred pounds on her.

“Jamie!”

Geneva tried to walk passed feeling no more than a brush of the manager’s foot between her ankles and within seconds she was laying on the floor and the manager had the heel of her shoe millimeters from her eyeball.

“You crazy fucking bitch, back off me or pay the consequences.”

“Ok, not heavy in the brain department since I am ready to take your eye out and you are giving me orders. I pity people like you. Here is a favor, you get your flat ass off the floor and I hand you back your shoe outside. If doctor Fraser needs to speak to you, I’m sure he will call.”

An hour later the manager placed a stack of files on Jamie’s desk and stared at the haunting picture that hung directly across on the other wall. The girl leaning against the scrub sink was beautiful, lost in her thoughts. It looked like a black and white picture at first, but a band of light illuminated her face showing her porcelain skin and extraordinary golden eyes.

Jamie laid prone behind the rifle and swept the night scope across the land in front of the barn. He was laying out a map in his head to get them across the border, but it was a very long way on foot. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear Claire crawl across the wood floor until she leaned into him putting her head on his upper arm. He wrapped it around her and kissed her. She rolled to her back and squeezed into his side before falling back to sleep.

Despite the trouble they were in, low water supply, dwindling food, and the expected raid on the barn, Jamie watched the sun push up into a purple and pink sky. It took his breath away.

“That’s a beauty,” John whispered into his yawn. “Give me Lucy. I get nervous with you touching her everywhere and I ‘d be scared shitless if you had to shoot her.”

Jamie rolled his eyes and slid the rifle and stand toward John. Jamie was boots on the ground, hand to hand combat and never found much value in a gun. Especially since he was a terrible shot. It was Jamie’s hands that grabbed the target and yanked him or her out of hundreds of near-death scenarios. He never quit. If he couldn’t get to the target, he would create a way in. His most important mission, until this one, was pulling his commander out from under the noses of his Arab captors just hours before his execution. Jamie had been directly under the floor of his cell for three days chipping away at the floor surrounding the drain, but leaving the tiles intact. It was risky and he had to listen to Dougal get the shit beat out of him night after night, but he kept at it.

When it was time, he shattered the tiles and pulled Dougal into the hole dropping him into the river of piss and feces that ran under the prison. Dougal ran as best he could and collapsed when they emerged behind the prison. Jamie hoisted the man across his shoulder and ran with him for two solid hours to rendezvous with the chopper. He dove into the craft pulling the commander into a seat and buckling the harness. Jamie assessed the injuries mid-flight and when Dougal opened his eyes, he saw the man that wouldn’t quit, his savior.

John looked at Jamie, “we’ve run out of time friend, we need to go and you know it, do you have a plan?”

“I know only that the enemy has laid low waiting for reinforcement to arrive. By the time they hit us they will have all the best technology and weapons to make short work of it. And yes, it’s time to go.”

Jamie looked down at his communication device and punched in the code he had tried several times a day for the past five days. When the response came back, he jumped almost a foot in the air and rubbed his bleary eyes.

“Jesus! They’re comin in hot, hold position, one hour! Thank Christ.”

Claire rubbed her eyes and squinted at the sun coming into the upper window. Jamie repeated the news to Claire and she scrambled away to tell the others. Three happy men shared the last of the food with Claire. Jamie watched them together and was happy she had these friendships in this hell hole.

When the shooting started, they were well out of range. Why announce you’re here and waste the bullets John wondered. Jamie was next to John with his field glasses sweeping the vegetation.

“Two o’clock! Where the hell did they get that?”

John looked through the scope and saw the grenade launcher. He had one shot before the barn would blow up with them in it. In the last fraction of a second, he changed targets and sent a bullet into the grenade blowing up the men and the gun.

Jamie watched the ground in front of the barn and shook his head. “It looks like the ground is movin. They’re comin! Take cover!” Jamie scooped up Claire and set her behind the bales of hay. The bullets would be coming through the walls when they got a little closer. John was getting as many as possible but there were too many. Within minutes the walls of the barn were splintering as bullets came through. It was deafening and absolutely terrifying. Jamie pulled on John’s sleeve yelling for him to take cover. When he didn’t move, Jamie used his strength to pull him behind the hay.

Jamie pulled Claire into his chest and turned his back on the bullets. The walls, hay, and his dense body would shield her, in the beginning. She will still die when they come up the ladder, guns blazing. Jamie would have a surprise for them, he thought, squeezing the grenade in his hand.

The first shells launched by the Blackhawk helicopters blew a large divet in the ground and sent bodies flying into the air. Large bullets from both helicopters pushed back on the rebels until there was enough room to land the military transport helicopter between the barn and the Rebels. With the Blackhawks pointed nose down, they kept the bullets raining on the rebels giving cover to the bird on the ground.

Jamie shouted to the men to run and they piled into the open side door. Jamie held Claire and she pushed him away.

“I can run Jamie,” and she bolted toward the chopper. The Blackhawks above continued their assault until the transport was off the ground and a safe distance away, then they sped off leaving over one hundred men on the ground staring after them.

Jamie looked up at Dougal with a huge smile on his face. They nodded to each other.

“Thank Christ.”

Jamie put a headset on to talk to the commander. “Blackhawks?”

“This turned into a combined military rescue and you and John were never there. The doctor and two of the nurses are American, hence, the Blackhawks. It was leaked to the American press that the surviving medical personnel were pinned down by rebels that took the hospital. Christ, after that it was a stampede to see who could get down here the fastest.”

Dougal reached for a side pocket and handed papers to Jamie.

“We prepared a statement for each of them. Make sure they memorize them in the next thirty minutes.”

Everyone was reading the statement they would have to make in the military debriefing and then the press, but first they would be swept into a private room in the airport, where Dougal would join others and put the fear of God into the four of them about exposing the real heroes that saved them.

John was in the corner cradling Lucy as he slept. When the transport landed, Dougal told them to follow the escorts. Their worried families had been flown to Mexico to rendezvous with them.

Claire suddenly understood, she was expected to go with the others, but she had no family or friends here and she wanted to stay with Jamie.

“Jamie!”

Cutter leaned down to her ear and said, “there is no Jamie on the helicopter sweetheart. It won’t be long sweet pea and you can fly to Scotland.”

Dougal flew Jamie and John to a remote section of the airport, shook their hands, and they walked away. A suitcase was provided to carry John’s rifle back to the safe house. Jamie turned around and looked directly in the commander's eyes and nodded his thanks.

Twenty minutes later a taxi rolled up on the safe house and two filthy, starving, exhausted men went inside. Dougal had dropped off supplies. There were porterhouse steaks two inches thick, a bowl of salad, garlic bread and a casserole with microwave instructions. A bottle of good whisky was opened and poured into two glasses.

John had Lucy broken down and was cleaning each piece meticulously. Not a word was spoken between the two men because no words were necessary. They saved four people, killed at least fifty, and narrowly escaped with their lives, just like so many times before.

Jamie stepped off the plane in Scotland and tried Claire again, it went straight to voice mail which was now full because he had left so many messages. When he dropped into bed and stared into the darkness, he remembered holding her in the bushes with gunfire all around them. Where are you Sassenach?

“Welcome home Doctor Fraser. I trust you had a pleasant trip?”

“Yes, thank you. Will ye let the staff know to come back tomorrow? Thank ye.”

Jamie stared into Claire’s eyes in the picture feeling his chest tighten, hearing his own words, “I expect her to wave goodbye at the Mexican airport and follow him again.”

When he was ready to leave in the evening he stopped in the front office and measured his words carefully.

“How did ye know where I was? How did ye know to tip the American’s off about the nurses?”

The manager turned a murderous look at Jamie but something in his face made her stop.

“Your kitchen table had the whole story. The Honduras map, your code notes, your laptop with search history. It was all very sloppy doctor, a terrible breach of protocol. I imagine you will be retired from the reserves and your military career will end. I have been reassigned, I leave in two weeks.

Jamie nodded his head and walked toward the door. “Well, thanks for gettin me out of there, good night.”

Jamie walked into his kitchen and was stunned to see Geneva sitting at the table. He saw his key next to her purse and dropped it in his pocket. He poured two whisky’s and sat across from her with questioning eyes.

“What are ye doin here lass?”

She looked at him sharply, “what do you think I’m doing here?”

Jamie was not in the mood for this game. He had made his intentions clear on two occasions and she seemed not to listen and continued to act like his girlfriend.

“We tried to find our way to one another but we dinna have a foundation of mutual interest, trust, support, and tolerance. It wasna there and that makes a long- term commitment impossible. I wish you the best and hope ye have a happy life, truly. But it wilna be with me.”

He stood and pulled gently on her elbow, guiding her to the door. Drive safely, Geneva. The door closed and he sighed deeply, hoping it was finally over with her. He poured another whisky.

The next two weeks went by in a blur and Jamie just powered through it, knowing his emptiness would fade in time and he would feel normal, young, strong, and invincible, again. Claire’s picture in his office tormented him but he refused to take it down. One day he would, but not today.

“Excuse me! I am so sorry about this, but I am here to see Jamie and I don’t have any money for the Taxi.”

The manager looked up into golden eyes and black curls falling in every direction. She gasped as her wicked fast brain connected the dots.

“Yes of course.” She pulled a twenty out of her lab coat and handed it to her. “Will this due?”

“Right this way dear.”

She led Claire into an examination room and looked at her lovely bare legs, high heels, tiny shirt, and jeans jacket. Her excitement was palpable and the manager smiled to herself as she closed the door.

“Doctor you have a lady in room three, she asked for taxi money when she got here, and she is very anxious. You better hurry before she starts kicking the door. I’ll be right in with her chart.”

Jamie tapped on the door and walked in feeling her body ‘s impact and her arm come around his neck. She kissed him hard, melting into his arms.

“Sassenach. What happened to ye?”

“Our phones were taken and replaced with new numbers within twenty-four hours but there was no trace of you in my phone or Joe’s. Surgery on my shoulder, ten days in-patient, four of those in ICU from reaction to anesthesia. Released at noon yesterday and went to a dress shop and straight to the airport.”

His mouth closed on hers and they kissed, repeatedly as Claire cried and Jamie smiled. He pulled her into his office and heard her gasp behind him. She was staring at the picture and pulling out a Wired magazine from her purse. The same picture was on the cover and it was named “The Little Nurse in Honduras.”

“I’ve never felt so famous and no one knows my name,” she laughed.

They sat on the couch knee to knee and Jamie feasted on her bright face and happiness. He didn’t want to spoil the mood, but he would lose his mind if he didn’t ask her.

“What are yer plans Sassenach. Can ye stay for a little while.”

“I’m applying for a job actually and I don’t know where in the world it will take me, but it starts here in Edinburgh.” She pulled an add page from her purse and read the add to him.

“Wanted: girlfriend and professional fan, must like hor de oeuvres and whisky, dancing at the club, romantic dinners, and camping. Must….”

Claire was pulled to her feet and kissed so sweetly, touched so lightly she was ready to lose her mind. She looked up with smoldering eyes that were telling him what she needed.

“I’m asking for the night off tonight, pizza or something easy.”

“Done.”

She was moving toward the door, “If I say uncle, I will never ask again.”

Jamie lunged for her once he understood and she slipped out his door giggling.

Jamie grabbed the pizza and broke land speed records getting home. Since hearing the word uncle, he imagined Claire on his bed, naked, reaching for him. Instead, he saw her across the street handing tools to the neighbor while he worked on his car. Oh God he thought, she had no way of gettin in the house! Claire ran across the street smiling wide, so happy he was home.

“I’m sorry for the oversight Sasse”.

Claire stopped his words with a hard kiss on her tiptoes as she pushed him backwards toward the door.

“Lucky bastard,” was mumbled by the neighbor as he dropped back into his engine.

When the door was closed, pizza dropped on the kitchen counter he turned on her and kissed her to the bedroom where frantic stripping led to frantic licking and sucking from each of them. When Jamie sent her into her first orgasm, she pulled on his shoulders making it clear she wanted him to pound into her. Jamie gratefully shed his restraint and pushed into her soft wet pulsing pussy. He felt her body stiffen and a painful gasp followed.

“Sassenach, what is it, what’s wrong?”

“Oh my God, that fuckin hurt!”

She pushed her fingers into her sloppy wetness and looked horrified. Then her eyes got bright like she remembered something important.

“You’re a pussy doctor! What’s wrong with it?”

Jamie had a feeling the pain was due to lack of use, but he didn’t know how to ask her without prying.

He smiled wickedly, “this problem will resolve quickly if ye let me help ye, but first, I need to take a look.”

He pushed her legs open and pulled her into a gasping, needy, trembling state and then pulled her down for a come fuck me kiss that almost finished her off. He rolled to his side, face to face with her pulling her leg over his hip and entered her slowly, an inch at a time. He kept up the intense kissing and felt her lower leg push against his back sending him deeper into her. When he pinched her nipple, her leg slammed him to her cervix and Jamie growled into her face. He let her take him as she wanted and when he finally let himself go his climax shook him to the core.

After a renewing shower, they sat down to eat and talk about the fourteen days they were apart.

“Did Cutter ever tell ye how he escaped?”

“They sent three teenagers into the hospital to count the bodies and make sure they were dead. The boys were only interested in the narcotics they could steal so while they stuffed their pockets Cutter got up and ran. He was never shot, he just went down in a pool of blood.”

She told Jamie about meeting Cutter’s wife and the mothers of Joe and Kevin. She stayed with Joe’s family when she wasn’t in the hospital and cried herself to sleep each night.

“I need to find a home. Get brave and put down roots but I’m afraid of putting pressure on both of us to find a comfort zone with each other. Edinburgh is where my friends are, where you are, where I feel most comfortable right now. I want to find my own place to live, work at the hospital, and go out with you. That is what I want.”

Jamie was reminded of her honesty and ability to ask for what she wanted. Every word made sense to him and he would be so happy to have that place to start from.

“How is it that God gave ye such a rockin body and a brilliant mind Sassenach? You must have gone through the line twice which means yer a smart lass, aye?”

Later, with all the lights in the house turned off and two bodies in his bed he waited for her to say or show how she wanted to sleep. When she pressed her back into his chest he smiled and wrapped her in his warmth to last the whole night through.

The next week was the most delightful Jamie could remember. Claire was so easy to live with and surprised him with delicious meals at night and a spunky attitude in the mornings. When the weekend approached he had a surprise for her too.

“Sassenach, it’s Friday, I can get home early and take ye shoppin for clothes and shoes. If ye want, we can have dinner and play pool for a while.”

Claire was over the moon and jumped into his truck when he came by to pick her up, bursting with happiness. Jamie pulled her from one store to another and her bags and boxes mounted between them in the truck.

“What is yer favorite outfit Sassenach. Put it on, please? Yes, right here in the truck, I promise I wilna look.”

When they got back in the truck after dinner Jamie wanted to stay out for a while and teased her into a game of pool. On the way into the club, his stomach was churning, hoping her friends came through for this spontaneous welcome home party. Claire heard shouts and whistles as they came through the door and she looked up at a table full of her friends. Geillis and Laoghaire ran to her, arms wide, and the hug-fest was on.

Jamie loved seeing Claire so happy and did his best to get to know the people in her life. He watched her turn down offers to dance all night and was thrilled she stayed in his lap like she was staking her territory. At midnight, she was saying goodbye and thanking everyone. Jamie had been in a deep conversation with Rupert and Angus popping his head up when he heard they were leaving. He let her lead and when they waved goodbye she was in a happy mood covering him with kisses all the way home.

Claire was still into tender lovemaking but said the pain was getting better. They made love every night and he waited for her to want more but she seemed content for now. He waited for her to push away from him afterward, but she hadn’t done so yet. He was happy in the moment. Knowing she would have her own life and home soon, he enjoyed every minute while he had it.

Claire made a huge breakfast on Sunday morning. She had important questions to ask Jamie and thought a full stomach would help. She watched him sip coffee and read parts of the paper to her. He glanced up at her and dropped the paper.

“What is it Sassenach?”

She looked at him like she was trying to talk herself out of asking, then launched into the tough discussion.

“How long have you been a secret soldier?”

Jamie looked at her and knew instantly he would tell her whatever she wanted to know.

“I was eighteen when I joined. I had been to the recruiting office because I heard some branches of the military pay for medical school, and that’s all I wanted to do with my life. I was invited to join a black ops group and I was promised undergraduate and medical training after five years. I accepted and never doubted my decision, it was the only way for a farm boy to become a doctor.”

“Why would they pay for college after five years?”

“The lower the chance of survival the higher the pay Sassenach. We had the best shooters, the best fighters, the best recon, infiltrators, code breakers, pilots, and hand combat soldiers. They all became rich if they lived. I was released from duty five years later and shed the soldier's skin like I was molting. I dinna think about the military the whole time I was in school, but I had agreed to two missions a year after my residency. So I knew that was comin.

“For how long?”

“Until I no longer had medical clearance. Lost my vision, or chronic injury, something that made me unfit.”

Claire couldn’t help the tears because she was so afraid for him. How could she attach herself to someone that had such a low chance of surviving his commitment? She was in love with him and the thought of living without him was no longer an option. She would lose her mind when he left, two times per year.

Jamie gave her a moment to consider what he said and his heart broke when she gave in to her tears.

“Sassenach, I am going to be booted for going to Honduras. I lose my pension, bonus, and mission pay which equals more money than I can make as a doctor.” He waited, “it’s over Sassenach. My military career is over.”

Claire’s head popped up and her glassy eyes stared at him, wondering if she heard right.

“What?”

“I’m not a soldier anymore. Being released from my unit would have killed me before Honduras. Now, it doesna pain me much because I see other things in my life that are more important. Things that I never thought I would have because of my soldiering.”

Claire stood up and dropped herself on his lap, face to face. “Do things have a name soldier?”

He brought his warm hand up her leg and cupped her butt, smiling at the sensation he felt.

‘It’s still a covert mission and I canna speak of it, sorry.”

He grabbed her hair, forcing her head to drop back and bringing his lips to a millimeter of hers.

“That’s enough talk of a life in the past Sassenach. I am in need of yer body and yer wee noises.”

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to bed where he bent her in the most erotic positions, making her wait for release until she tried to take control. Her wrists were above her head before she knew what was happening and he held her this way for a torturous seduction that made her forget time and space. When he released her hands, she brought them down to hold him and kiss his face as she opened her legs and pressed him to her. Jamie had given her an express pass to the wild side and here she was holding him, pressing her face into his, and kissing like an angel instead of a wanton she-devil. He pressed his forehead to hers and every stroke said I love you, I want you, and we belong together.

Claire opened her eyes and looked at the empty bed. Pulling Jamie’s robe on she wandered into the living room where Jamie was reading.

“Will you take me to get a paper today?”

Jamie pulled his keys out and offered his truck for her to use. Claire held the keys with a worried look on her face.

“Do ye have a license Sassenach. Do ye drive?

“Probably.”

“I have a better idea lass, let’s go drive so ye can get a license, when yer ready, and have more independence. Wouldn’t that make ye happy Sassenach?”

With the housing ads folded on the seat and forgotten, Claire drove the truck around the stadium parking lot with the biggest smile Jamie had ever seen. It was a delightful way to spend Sunday afternoon and it would forestall her finding her own place to live for another day. Jamie smiled and decided that was just fine.

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Music I Can’t Understand

Getting into hip hop in my late teens was like learning a new language: slang, cars, food, drugs, brands, gangs, locations. For example:

What does it mean to be sitting on 44s?

44 inch rims on your car - highly coveted, a desirable rim size.

What about coming from the 504?

The area code of Hollygrove, New Orleans: the neighbourhood Lil Wayne grew up in.

Please double cup me?

Kindly serve me lean in two double stacked Styrofoam cups.

Ice cream paint job?

Cars again - clean exterior with creamy white leather interior.

Finna hit a lick?

Fixing (intending) to rob a liquor store.

Wavy Brazilian?

Human hair grown from the scalps of the fine people of Brazil, harvested, treated and then sold to be used in wigs and weaves. The hair has a natural wavy texture and is typically long and dark.

Cop dome?

Receive a blow job. Confusingly, I’ve also heard ‘domed’ to mean shooting someone in the head.

Chopper?

You might be thinking of a helicopter or a motorcycle, but in hip hop a chopper is almost always a fully automatic weapon - I guess because it cuts people down?

A bird?

A kilo of drugs, typically cocaine.

Beyond the slang, I also found some of the accents difficult to understand. Lil Wayne speaks in a hoarse, treacly voice, he’s usually fucked up, his word association is crazy, he loves puns, and he rapidly jumps from topic to topic. So, initially, listening to Wayne was like trying to speed read Shakespeare. It took me a while to be able to properly tune in and listen to the lyrics - but when I did, I found hip hop so rewarding and fun. This is all from one song:

‘Cause I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter

I work out in my office, guess I’m fit for business

Your flow never wet, like grandma pussy/ I’m always good, like grandma cookies

You niggas best not slip, Ice Road Truckers

I also appreciate the trite but appealing throwaways:

felt like rockstar, might die later idk

(Music critics under the misapprehension that rappers didn’t glorify hard drugs and depresso partying before Future need to go back to school.)

I have memories of rapturous repeat listens of Good Kid, Maad City, trying to decode the story. Falling in love with the mythology of Kanye. Digging through forums. Listening to famous classics and thinking I was the first to uncover an unknown treasure, like an oblivious archaeologist. The golden age of Big Ghost’s blog. MF DOOM super fandom. Discovering old artists online and stuffing my ears with their back catalogs. Visiting country towns and thinking ‘I bet no one here has even heard of Aesop Rock’ like a smug fuck. Pouring over lyrics on genius.com. Sweating profusely at gigs. Hoarding mixtapes from DatPiff. Weirdly, I associate a lot of my fondest hip hop memories with being by myself on my laptop.

The interface hasn’t changed one bit:

Over time, though, I’ve gotten bored with hip hop. I feel like I haven’t really fallen in love with anything released since ~2014. Piñata might be the last hip hop album that really worked on me (exception: the Hamburger Helper album Watch the Stove from 2016). Even To Pimp A Butterfly has serious issues: listen to “Mortal Man” and tell me it’s not the corniest shit ever. The extended butterfly/chrysalis/caterpillar metaphor throughout the album is like bad high school poetry. For a while, I thought my cynical outlook on modern hip hop was just a product of getting older and being wistful for the music I liked when I was younger. But now I’ve decided that this is a problem solely between me and hip hop, because I still find music that I get obsessed with. But that music is exclusively Celtic.

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I would timebox my Celtic music obsession to the past year or so, but Spotify went to great pains to inform me that Enya was my artist of the decade, so this must have been latent within me for some time.

When initially dipping my toe in the Celtic genre, I started with instrumentals and songs sung in English, but I’m waist deep now and have started listening to Gaelic music. It’s like birdsong: I don’t know what they’re saying, but I like the way it sounds. Throaty, clear. Choking, sweet. Windswept, warm. Profound, unknowable. Ancient, important. Echoing, intimate. They could be singing about stale muesli bars and stubbed toes for all I know.

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(If you don’t listen to these songs - especially the one below - I don’t think this blog post will work on you. See please listen.)

Take the song “Thig An Smeòrach As t-Earrach” (above). Obviously ‘Thig An Smeòrach As t-Earrach’ sounds like something Gollum would hiss under his breath, but I find the song itself practically spiritual. Gaelic is so foreign - the words bear no similarity to words I’ve ever heard before - but I feel like I still understand what’s being said. It’s like a fiery angel has appeared at the foot of your bed and is telling you something important: but the angel is so beautiful and bright, your eyes are watering. You can hardly look. And you certainly can’t listen. But the message is burned in your brain. You didn’t understand a word, and wouldn’t know how to repeat what the angel said - but you understand their meaning perfectly.

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Do you think the past or the future is more important? And not in terms of your own life (e.g. will your retirement be better than your time in high school) - that’s chickenshit, that’s two turns in early game Civ V, that’s low stakes table. No, I mean in terms of the whole timeline of the planet: neolithic magic in stone circles, valleys where no human has ever walked, unturned stones beneath deep water, dead languages. Should we protect the physical remnants of history or privilege the possibilities of the future? Would we crush Grecian pottery if it unlocked clean, sustainable power which allowed us to create AirPod batteries which never lose their charge? Without even asking, I will tell you that anyone making Celtic music thinks the past is more important than the future. And while you listen to Celtic music, you will agree.

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

Celtic music is humanist, but ancient humanist. It is not interested in what Elon Musk is doing, it doesn’t care what shirt you’re wearing, or whether you’re an Episcopalian vegan, or if you can finish The New Yorker crossword puzzle, or really any modern concerns - at least, I don’t think it cares. In a way, I don’t care what they’re saying, because I like the way it makes me feel: peaceful and romantic and connected to something eternal and profound. Like when a huge rock is warm to the touch. These are underrated feelings.

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#lil wayne #enya #kendrick lamar #to pimp a butterfly #mf doom #julie fowlis #celtic #folk #solas

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