#DOCTOR works ghost. or Doc. Medic? Not pet.

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Being flirty with Ghost on a mission, snide remarks, smug insults and pet names like “sweetheart” and “kitten” then you two find yourselves crouched behind something, He’s hunched over you, and you feel something poking at you, probably his knife in its sheath- so you ask him to back up but then this bastard gruffs in your ear like “its not a knife luv”

You come back to the safe house and feel a sense of impending doom for your ability to walk

lmaoooooo says that's not a knife "like i asked, mate, back the fuck up." been around enough horny military men to give af.

okay wait because doing these guys physicals and COMPLETE health check ups and listen, you've seen far too many cocks during your residency and whatnot to be gaping at those heaving things the hung-four-hung have going on. now you're daydreaming about having a totally different type of ache between your legs.

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The TF 141 Compatibility Love Report

For: @dwarvenagenda

Disclaimer:

This is based on my personal opinion and interpretation of you and the character.  the user makes no claims to be a real doctor or any medical professional. Please don't sue me! I got shook down by some girl scouts, they took my money and broke my knee caps. I have nothing but my illusions of grandeur left :(

The Doc says your TF 141 Perfect Match is…

Simon 'Ghost' Riley!

Romance: Unsurprisingly this was a no brainer for me! Romance with you and this scary murder muffin would be like two worlds colliding and merging into something so fundamentally right it blinds the rest of us peons. Simon is often misunderstood and labelled as a 'big bad'. As a partner you would be able to give him the space to put down his armor and be his unmasked self (doubly important because I do personally believe he is on the autistic spectrum.) The same would be said for you, given his protection of his family and his loyalty to his team, I don't think Simon would shy away from supporting you through even the hardest times. Mutual understanding and acceptance is the core of why I believe this is your perfect match.

Simon has weathered the torrential storms life has given him, he's not leaving you behind once he's got that collar on him and babes the leash you'd hold is but another string of fate. I specifically use dog analogies in reference for Simon because as humans a lot of us like to believe we are absolved of our primal natures with the emphasis on moral rightness.

Simon is someone who seems to embrace his more 'primitive' traits to be effective and cut through to the hard truths over politeness. To me, that means when Simon has his teeth in someone soft with gentle hands, he's in for life. In this dynamic physical connection would take precedence (with a bit of an awkward phase inevitably) and shared inside jokes would be the glue to a successful relationship. Romance with him is lazy days in bed at your rustic cabin or farm, taste testing recipes while music plays in the kitchen, playing footsie while checking in on your stardew valley crops.

Sex:  Please know that shit would be so good you'd need 800 years to write love sonnets about it. Sex with Simon would be the definition of dichotomy. Rough and primal, all teeth and tight grip, demands for acknowledgment of your life long (and beyond) connection. But also sensual and slow, wet lashes and heady kisses, sweetness that usurps the taste of candy. Either way he's taking care of you the whole time and he'll put you first. Def into freaky shit if you are! Get him comfortable with not having control and you can hogtie that man up and ride him like your life depends on it, if you so choose.

Possible points of Contention:

Trouble with communicating needs

may be insensitive about certain niceties

heavy handed with the petting (good luck to you and your pets lol)

Your Poly Pairing (haha) is…

GhostGaz- Pure bliss. Do I even need to tell you the vibes? In this poly pairing you would 100% be the ward to Simon's knight. Gaz would act as the charming diplomat and first point of contact for potential threats. But when shit hits the fan? These men work like perfectly oiled machines to get you all to the other-side. that goes for the way they'd flow in a relationship with you. Always pivoting around each other in an intricate dance to ensure the continued happiness of your lil love bubble. Besides who wouldn't want to wake up to the literal epitome of sour and sweet?

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph! Would you happen to have any fic recs that involve John meeting the Holmes family? I always think that's such an interesting dynamic to see! Also, I think this goes without saying but I love your blog and appreciate your contributions to the fandom! Thanks!

Hey Nonny!

Ah, thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my blog!

Oooo! Yes, I love that dynamic too!! ANNNNND!!! You’re giving me the chance to make a part 2 for a REALLY OLD LIST!!! So YAY!!! I found a bunch on a text doc I haven’t posted yet, so HERE WE GO! Hope you enjoy, and as always, everyone please add your own!

PARENTS AND FAMILIES Pt. 2

See also: 

Parents & Family

Meeting the Family With a Fake Relationship

Do You Love Me? by whitchry9 (K, 641 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Family, Epic Bromance) – John asks Sherlock perhaps the most important question.

Once Upon A Time by ProfessorSquirrell (T, 908 w., 1 Ch. || Family, Snippets of Life, Romance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Implied Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending) – There is a room in Sherlock's mind palace where nothing gets deleted. And it looks like this...

Crisis Averted by Spartangal22 (T, 2,188 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fic, Missing Scene After Confronting Mary, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Family / Friendship, Hospitalization, Sherlock POV, Holmes Brothers) – Lying in the hospital, Sherlock receives some surprising visitors, and manages to deal with two problems he's been having lately. A missing scene from HLV about a formal introduction that was never made and a visit that was never shown.

The Only Available Transportation by blueink3 (T, 5,379 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Fluff and Angst, Insecure Sherlock, Caring John, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Birthday, Family, Misunderstandings) – It’s possibly the desperation that’s seeped into his voice despite his best intentions, or perhaps it’s just a mother’s intuition, but she knows that whatever he’s calling about is Serious, hangover be damned. “What’s happened?” she asks, tone soft and as comforting as a hot cup of tea on a cold winter’s night. “Mummy,” he begins, voice catching. “I think John may be moving out.”

On the Steadfast Approach of an Oncoming Darkness by 2bee (T, 7,772 w., 1 Ch. || Apocalypse, Minor Character Death, Sort of Parentlock) – The world is ending. Not fast, but slowly, like falling asleep with a fever.

The Name Game by ItsClydeBitches221B (K, 8,958 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Family, Platonics / Friendship, Sort-of Parentlock, John/Mary, Mary is Nice, Five and Ones, Baby Watson, Mycroft Loves Baby Watson) – The names that baby girl Watson comes up with for her extended family. Or: how everyone—Watsons, Holmes, and others alike— just learned to give up and embrace their weirdness.

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch. || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Dropping the Act by jadztone (T, 27,258 w., 10 Ch. || Parentlock, Fake Relationship, Mary’s Family, Post-S4, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Pining, Christmas) – Sherlock and John are quite happy living together with Rosie in Baker St. They might be even happier if they didn’t act towards each other like their love is only platonic. Mycroft brings troubling news in the form of Mary’s parents wanting to know just what their grandchild’s home life is like. The boys decide to spend Christmas pretending like they are in love in order to seem more like a "normal" family. It's easy enough to pretend when all you're doing is dropping the act.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w., 4 Ch. || Vampires AU || Vampire Sherlock, Misunderstandings, Bat!Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Humour, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst, Blood Drinking, Holmes Family, Slow Burn) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w., 7 Ch. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?" "Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

Where The Ghosts Have Voices by HappyJuicyfruit (M, 37,691 w., 12 Ch. || Supernatural AU || Ghosts, Magical Realism, Light Horror, Fluff and Smut, John Can See Ghosts, John Whump, Emotional Manipulation, Dark Magic, Coma, Injury Recovery, Blow Jobs, Anal, Happy Ending, John’s Past, Mr Holmes, Powerful John, Holmes Brothers, Sherlock’s Past, Past Viclock, Drug Abuse, Hair Pulling) – John has lived his whole life as an outcast. It is only when he meets Sherlock, that be realizes being a freak might not be such a bad thing, and that the curse he has lived with his whole life may be a gift after all. (TO READ)

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton  (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

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Chosen

Summary: After losing his soulmate, Jackson focused on improving the lives of others as a doctor so no one would have to face loss like he had. He didn’t believe that being one of the minority was a bad thing, though he was lonely until he realised he had you.

Pairing: Jackson Wang x reader. Featuring Park Jinyoung.

Genre: soulmate au / angst / romance

Warning: there is minor darkness with the mentioning of death in the beginning.

Word count: 5456

This is part of the Destined world. You can read this without the knowledge of the series, but to tie it altogether, I recommend reading the others in the series linked below.

Destined series: Destined // To Love You // Forever

Like most people, Jackson wanted to meet his soulmate. Growing up, he was blessed with watching his parents love each other entirely and teaching both him and his older brother to believe in the inexplicable love that came from crossing paths with your soulmate. Although he wasn’t expecting his soulmate to be the catalyst to making his life the best it could be, he had always believed that when he met the one destined for him, things would become that much better.

And they really did.

He met Janie in his freshman year of high school on the first day of the term. There had been the magic he had heard from his peers that you felt right before you saw the person that matched you best, and then when Jackson had actually seen Janie, he knew she would shape him in so many ways. It was crazy how much they had in common, both enjoying sports and music. She was bold in ways he wasn’t and pushed Jackson to be more than what he was already. He knew he could meet all of his goals because of her endless encouragement. Jackson now saw his entire future ahead with Janie at his side, and although they continued to enjoy the carefree nature of being teenagers in love, often they would sit together and talk about everything they wanted right up until they were old and grey. It was exciting to think of having such a prosperous future and knowing any adversity he would face, would be overcome with Janie at his side.

Or so he had thought. Jackson wasn’t ready for the pain of that future crashing down almost as fast as it had been spoken into existence.

“I’m sick,” Janie said through tears, her normally vibrant voice now barely a whisper.

“As in a cold? Baby, you should be in bed at home, not meeting me in the park like this!” he chastised, moving forward to comfort her. But Janie shifted back and shook her head, tears still falling from her eyes.  

It was hard watching her being admitted into hospital, her pallid complexion a far cry from her usual self. Yet, Jackson did his best to remain optimistic. He was always telling her she was in the best place for getting better, and there was high hope her illness would go away with surgery. Even though he was scared to let her go as she was wheeled into the operating room, he had sat with her parents, holding onto hope that she would return to him in better health. They could face this together, even if it meant being delayed in their studies. Jackson knew he would do anything to help her heal and move on from this moment in life.

When he had seen her eyes open for the first time in recovery, with a small smile playing on her lips, Jackson was immediately relieved. Janie grew stronger over the next month and was discharged from the hospital, both excited to return back to school, to learn more about the world they would live together in. But it was only a glimpse of happiness in his tragic love story. He knew something was immediately wrong, stirring awake in the middle of the night with tears in his eyes. Racing towards her home, Jackson arrived just in time to see the paramedics wheel someone out in a body bag.

His world collapsed then.

For some time, Jackson did nothing but sit in his bed. He couldn’t eat, sleep, or even think of anything to make him want to carry on without Janie. And then from sheer exhaustion, he collapsed, dreaming of the girl he loved with every fibre of his being. Janie reappearing in front of him, even as an illusion, was enough to propel him forward, to look into why she had died. She had been on the mend, and her checkups indicated her condition was improving, not deteriorating. Jackson searched for answers, and when he found things didn’t add up, he knew something had to have gone wrong within the surgery.

And they had. The doctor was soon charged with negligence, and for a brief moment, Jackson felt as though he had accomplished something.

It didn’t bring Janie back, however.

Eventually, he had to return to school. Everything he had been working towards had Janie laced into it, making it impossible to think of a career in music or sports. He lost his drive for those passions yet one day in science class, his interest was piqued on the topic of maintaining a strong focus on controlling the environment to allow no errors to occur within an experiment. It was then when he found a new calling. He couldn’t bring back Janie, but he could prevent others from suffering the same extreme grief and loss he faced.

And that’s why Jackson Wang became a doctor.

“How are we doing today?” he mused, looking down at his tablet for the vitals of the patient and then back up at the woman. “Still feeling a little bit of pain?”

“Not as much now that you’re here,” she claimed and Jackson shot her a wink.

“I think that might be the morphine you were administered a wee while ago, don’t you think?” he suggested with a chuckle, before leaning in closer. “But I’ll take it as a compliment to my good looks, shall I?”

“Doctors should be more like you,” she said with a giggle, soon wincing when the pain of her laughter took a hold of her.

“Making their patients laugh and hurt themselves?” He shook his head, pouting for effect. “I don’t want to be a doctor like that. I’d much rather be good at healing you!”

“You make being stuck in here that much better, doc,” another patient called out within the ward room and several hums in agreement followed.

Jackson grinned. “And you all make my job that much easier by getting healthy, so please, focus on that and not on me.”

“Can’t help it if you’re attractive on the inside and out,” another exclaimed and Jackson grinned, shooting a fake arrow in her direction before clasping at his own heart.

“Oh, you know how to make me feel good, ladies! I’ll have a skip in my step for the rest of the day!” he enthused, kicking up his heels for their entertainment before heading back out on his rounds. Once he was done, he stopped at the nurses’ station and sighed dramatically. “Another day where I’m just on top of my game.”

“And another day where we have to hear about your ego,” the fellow doctor filling in a file beside him mused, and you smirked from your seat in front of both of them. His colleague turned to face him. “Did someone insist you have the best ass in the business again?”

“Jealous they haven’t said it about yours, Doctor Park?”

A ghost of a smile played on the doctor’s lips. “They’re too busy getting sound medical help from me. Not cupid’s arrows.”

“You saw?! It worked, didn’t it? You can’t say my patients aren’t comfortable!” he stated proudly and then glanced down at you. “Right, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes but let your head nod once. “I’m with Doctor Wang on this one, sorry Doctor Park. The patients in Doctor’s Wang’s care are definitely cheerful.”

“You just keep the morale up, and I’ll keep healing everyone, shall I?” Doctor Park suggested, picking up his files and smirked before stepping away.

“As if you’re the best at being a doctor just because you get more surgical opportunities than me, Park Jinyoung!” he cried after the departing doctor and then glanced at you with a huff. “Always thinking he’s better than us all.”

“He is better than us all,” you mentioned with a smile and Jackson gaped at you. “He’s renowned for being the best doctor in his age group and field; you just can’t compete with statistics like that.”

“He’s also known for being an uptight asshole too,” Jackson murmured, and you reached out to pet his hand encouragingly. He smiled brightly down at you. “At least I have you to back me up.”

“Only because your patients are the liveliest in the ward.”

“Happiness and laughter are some of the best forms of medicine,” he said with a nod in your direction, pressing away from the counter and heading off to his office. Jackson’s smile remained on his face right until he was alone again, sitting at his desk and staring at the computer screen in front of him. No matter how much he laughed, he could never find the cure for his own pain.

The heart was a hard organ to heal.

When Jackson first became a doctor, he hadn’t been as jubilant. There was a lot to remember and he realised the first day on the job that what he had learned in theory now affected real, living people. The fear of making a mistake hounded him for weeks, whilst his colleague Park Jinyoung was acing every test placed in front of him. He hated feeling inferior to someone who had a severe lack of social skills. To Jinyoung, being a doctor was clearly calculating and methodical, and he had a vast knowledge to lean upon. For Jackson, his heart was deeply invested in making the right choice. And sometimes his rational thoughts weren’t listened to as quickly as they should have been.

“Are you really making such a rookie mistake six months into your placement here?! What were you thinking, Wang? A mistake like this could cost someone their life!”

You had found him crying on the stairwell, offering him a drink and then sitting down. “You need to find your place here, Jackson. You’re a fine doctor in the making, but sometimes you hesitate too much. It doesn’t give your patients confidence in your ability.”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t have any of my own. What was I thinking of becoming a doctor? I can’t save everyone. And then others will face the grief of losing someone like me and I can’t bear that weight,” he managed to say through his tears and you had reached out slowly, rubbing his back until his emotions stemmed.

“Did you lose someone?”

He nodded. “My soulmate.”

From that interaction, Jackson learned you hadn’t met yours yet. It seemed to ease him somewhat, finding someone within the workplace who understood how life felt without that special someone. Although he was certain Jinyoung hadn’t met his either, he couldn’t see himself opening up to the man. However, your advice did help Jackson find himself in the workplace. His confidence grew and he found his patients responded better to him if he was light in mood and full of smiles. He quickly gained the reputation of being the happy virus of the department, which helped Jackson move from strength to strength, enabling him to become the doctor he always wanted to be – someone who ensured every patient felt heard, treated with precision, and left after a good experience.

He also started a movement in the hospital of speaking up about being a minority. It gave Jackson another sense of his identity in finding fellow workmates that could understand the struggles of being in a world where everyone was searching for their fated partner. There was never any attention on those who didn’t get that happy ending, and the pity anyone sent his way always angered him. He supported those who hadn’t yet found their partner or had lost their soulmate, and a social club was quickly formed, meeting up at least twice a month.

It surprised him when you didn’t join. “I admire what you’re doing, but I’d be lying to myself if I was okay with not meeting my soulmate yet. Maybe in a couple of years, I’ll join in. Then I’ll have to register as a minority anyway.”

“I’ll welcome you with open arms if you need to join us, Y/N.”

“I know, and that worries me. Will you ever let go?” she teased, but there was a hint of something there, and Jackson would be lying if he didn’t find you attractive. You always held that barrier in place though, and some days he would be consumed with wishing you could accept him to love instead. He knew Janie would want him to move on with someone, but it couldn’t be just anyone in Jackson’s eyes. It needed to be someone who he felt he could choose to be happy with.

And that was you for him.

But he respected your stance and for a couple of years, you remained as good colleagues, working with each other well in the department and even out as friends. You never joined the social club outings, but you did go out with him for dinner or a movie now and then, giving each other that small window of relief from the loneliness that followed you both. After spending those nights with you and getting nowhere with how he felt, Jackson had a cycle of hitting up the clubs a lot of minority folk went to for a week after any time he spent with you in attempts to find someone to take his mind off of you. It never worked, no matter how much he tried to do so.

It surprised him when Jinyoung joined in for a change, however. “You’re truly a minority then!”

“What is so good about the hype here?” Jinyoung asked, sitting formally in his chair and eying the scantily clad women in poor taste. “Is this what is to come of my future?”

“Loosen up, doc, it’s just a bit of fun.”

Despite his protests, Jinyoung started joining Jackson and his friends on further outings and for a while, Jackson was able to forget about that last date he had with you. The one where he wanted to take you home but felt too gutless to ask you to come with him. He knew you had been registered as a minority recently, yet you didn’t talk about it with him and he didn’t really broach the topic with you either.

“Same time, tonight?” Jinyoung asked as he approached Jackson standing in his usual late morning spot, leaning against the nurses’ station counter top and discussing patients with you.

Jackson glanced at you before turning to the doctor. “Wow, you’re really getting into the swing of things, huh?”

“I just want to know if we’re on or not. It’s fine by me if we don’t go.”

“Go where?” you asked, your curiosity piqued. “Since when do you both hang out together out of work?”

“Since Jackson brought me dinner one time, I was impressed,” Jinyoung mentioned to you graciously and Jackson scoffed loudly.

“When did I buy you dinner?!”

“I didn’t think you wanted Y/N to know of the places we have been going to,” Jinyoung said with a sigh, shrugging lightly. You blushed at his directness. “You have no tact in saving face, Doctor Wang.”

“I’ve never needed to!” he cried after the departing doctor and grumbled under his breath. “Why has he started annoying me out of work too?”

“You and Doctor Park spend time together?” you asked tentatively, your forehead wrinkled as you attempted to figure what the men were doing in their free time. “You’re not still going to those strip clubs, are you?”

“No!” he exclaimed, darting his focus around the department at how loud your voice seemed. “I took him once, on my birthday.”

“You never told me it was your birthday then.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to know,” he mumbled and you stared up at him, your expression confusing him. “Did you?”

“Well, it’s too late now,” you admitted, your face falling. “Enjoy your night out with Doctor Park, Jackson.”

He wasn’t enjoying the night out. In fact, Jackson had been replaying the morning scene over and over in his head, and nothing that the club had to offer could settle him in any way. Jinyoung was already well on his way to becoming intoxicated and so were his other friends. The alcohol in Jackson’s cup sat untouched, unwanted by him. Even though he needed the image of you to fade from his mind, he knew getting drunk wouldn’t take you away. It would only make him want you more.

Jackson craved you like no other right now.

“I need to go,” he stated, standing up, only to sit right back down again when his motivation wavered.

“Then why did you sit down?” Jinyoung asked, grinning at him lazily. “Are you hesitating over Y/N again? Just admit you like her.”

“I do like her.”

“Why don’t you do anything about it? She’s a minority now. You told me yourself, it’s time to get a minority woman of my own. Why haven’t you bothered to follow your own advice? Too gutless, huh?”

“I am not.”

“Don’t be a coward, Jackson,” Jinyoung urged, sounding more lucid than he had all night long. “Don’t do things you’ll regret.”

Jackson stared at the doctor for some time, Jinyoung’s dark gaze sad and broken. He knew how that felt, but it also seemed different somehow. Like there was more to Park Jinyoung’s situation than Jackson knew about.

He stood up again and Jinyoung cheered loudly. “That’s it, go to her.”

Jackson didn’t stop until he was in front of your apartment’s door, sucking in a deep breath before knocking on it loudly. He didn’t wait long before knocking on it again, desperation for you to appear taking over. He went to knock once more when the door finally opened, your eyes widening as you tightened your robe around your body. Taking in your appearance, he grimaced. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I was just watching television,” you mentioned softly. “Are you okay, Jackson?”

No, he wanted to tell you. But the word wouldn’t fall out of his mouth. He stared at you, trying to understand why you kept pushing away from him when he wanted to hold you. When he wanted to make sure you knew how he felt. Without much more thought, he grabbed at your face, kissing you hard. He knew it was unfair of him to make such a move without asking you first, but he was done waiting for you. Tonight, he’d find out if you truly felt something for him or not.

And with the way your lips started moving against his, he soon knew the game you had both been playing over the past few years meant something. Deepening the kiss, he slowly pushed you backwards, kicking the door closed behind him. Jackson had only been in your apartment one other time, yet he had no problems finding your sofa, both of you sitting down on it without breaking the kiss. He started tugging at the belt on your robe, the buttons on his shirt somehow already undone by your swift fingers, which now dragged over his skin hungrily. It was when his own started on your pyjama top when you pulled away, panting heavily. “We need to slow down.”

“We’ve been moving at a snail’s pace for years, Y/N. I can’t keep letting you go anymore.”

“It’s not like I want to stay away from you either.”

Jackson frowned. “Then why do you?”

“I haven’t met my soulmate yet,” you told him, turning to look away from him. “I don’t want to fall in love with you and then stumble across this predetermined human who will make me forget all about you. You’ve already suffered from one loss before.”

Although Jackson hadn’t gone into great detail about Janie with you, he knew you were talking about her. He blinked rapidly, his gaze falling to the carpet beneath his feet. Logically, he knew you were trying to save his heart. But he was sick of others, and of some fate that kept trying to decide for him. He knew he wanted to be with you. The future was never set in stone; he’d learned that the hard way. Why couldn’t he be happy now, with you?

One look in your direction showed your barrier was back up again. He got to his feet. “Why don’t you just admit you’re too scared to give yourself to me?”

“Jackson, you know it’s not…”

He didn’t wait to hear the rest, shutting the door on his way out with a bang.

The next morning, he didn’t come to rest at the nurses’ station after his rounds. And the following day, he was quieter than usual. His patients picked up on his mood, all asking him where his smiles were. Whenever he tried to smile, it felt faker than usual on his bad days. And so he just went about his work quietly, opting to study for his thesis instead of assisting one of the head doctors of the department in the operating room.

There was a knock on his door and he didn’t look up until you were standing in front of him. He diverted his gaze back to the textbook he had been reading. “Yes, Nurse Y/N?”

“Several of your patients are concerned about you today,” she mentioned quietly. “They’re wondering if there’s something they can do to cheer you up.”

He didn’t answer, though the thought of some of the ladies in one of his wards sitting there worrying about him did make him let out a small breath of air.

“I’m sorry if I’ve-”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself any further than you already have,” he intervened, attempting to smile at you. It sure didn’t feel like he had succeeded but he pressed on anyway. “If you have nothing work related to discuss with me, Nurse Y/N, I’d like to be alone.”

“Right, of course,” you replied too quickly, heading for the door to his office with haste.

Jackson hung his head, wondering if Jinyoung had been right at all in pushing him. He couldn’t tell if he regretted his move with you or not.

It was tense between you for the next few weeks. Sure, Jackson had returned to his jovial self in front of his patients, his loud voice and laughter heard from all corners of the department. Work-wise, he was on fine form. But those who knew him could see it was all for show.

“Didn’t it work out?” Jinyoung asked as he came into his office, searching Jackson’s stack of textbooks for the one he required.

“The surgery went exceptionally well. Patient-”

“Between you and Y/N,” Jinyoung corrected and Jackson bit back the rest of his sentence.

“You know how it is, not everyone is meant to have a happy ending.”

“She likes you a lot though,” the fellow doctor mentioned, his brows furrowed as he tried to figure it out. Jackson felt exhausted by the conversation already. “Why is she holding back?”

“Because she hasn’t met her soulmate yet,” Jackson announced, sounding too airy with such a sentence. Jinyoung sighed heavily. “Could you imagine being our age and still thinking you had someone out there?”

“Some people do,” he said in a small voice, causing Jackson to look in his direction. Jinyoung plucked out the book he was looking for. “I wouldn’t give up. Feelings can overcome adversity, you know. If I had the chance you do, to show the person I thought of often, I wouldn’t let her slip through my fingers like this.”

“Big words for a guy who…” Jackson trailed off when he recognised that same pained expression in Jinyoung’s eyes. “You did something stupid, didn’t you?”

“The worst thing you could do to another person is reject them when you have the opportunity to make something work, Jackson. I’m just saying Y/N has feelings for you. Don’t let her back away from you because of someone who hasn’t arrived in her world. Ask her questions; see if she really has a soulmate to wait on.”

“Questions like what?”

Jinyoung smiled, reaching over to pat his colleague on the shoulder. “You told me about Janie one night when you’re drunk. You know what a soulmate feels like and the inexplicable feeling you were consumed with when you lost her. Maybe she’s experienced something like that and didn’t know what it meant. Fight until there’s no room left to express yourself. If there’s anyone I know who is ruled more by their heart than their head, it’s you.”

Jackson mulled over Jinyoung’s encouragement for the rest of the day. By nightfall, when his shift was over, he found himself standing in front of your door again, this time knocking with much less force. He was prepared tonight and would hold his physical desires at bay until he knew they were reciprocated by you.

“Jackson,” you said, staring at him wide-eyed when you opened your door.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded softly, stepping aside and then closed the door behind him. Unlike last time, he waited awkwardly before you offered for him to take a seat, whilst you went into your kitchen. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Only if you are going to,” he decided and you returned with two glasses of juice. Taking his, Jackson smiled after taking a sip. “Did you switch to organic?”

“It is crazy that you can tell so easily,” you mused, nodding your head all the same. “I like this brand.”

“It is good juice,” he agreed, taking another sip and feeling the conversation peter off in doing so. Jinyoung’s words resurfaced, and he took a deep breath. “I was wondering if you would be open to hearing about my life story. If you would like to hear about my soulmate?”

You blinked and then placed your glass down, pondering his suggestion for a moment. You then nodded softly. “I would like that.”

Jackson told you everything. He mentioned how it felt when he first met Janie, some of the great things about being with her, and some of the small nuances that he never quite liked about having a predetermined partner. At the time, Jackson had loved Janie with his entire heart and soul. With time to review his experience, and with age, he had discovered some aspects about having a soulmate that he didn’t quite like. He told you it all. By the time he reached the part about Janie’s death, he was crying, and so were you. It was still hard to speak of the person he had thought would be his everything forever. But Janie had been gone from his side for so long now. He deserved to have the chance to move on.

When he fell silent, you wiped back your tears, biting at your lip before shifting over to the sofa and sitting beside him. “That feeling… of knowing something was wrong before you found she was gone, I think I felt it.”

“What?” Jackson stared at you, blinking several times. “You said you were waiting for your soulmate. If you felt it, then you would know you wouldn’t see them.”

“I knew,” you admitted quietly. “I’ve known for a year now.”

“Then why did you…”

“You were right. I was scared. Of course, I took my time to grieve. Doesn’t everyone? We’re all raised to believe our lives are only right if we meet our soulmate. And I failed to meet mine. I didn’t like the idea of not being able to succeed in life. Then I realised after my initial grief that I was living the life I had always wanted to. I have a great job, and I see miracles performed around me all the time. I’ve helped give new leases on life to many patients, and I have the best support system in my family and friends. And I have you.”

Jackson’s eyes widened when you finished on him, yet he waited for you to continue.

“I liked being around you at work in the beginning. You’re so much fun with the patients, and you make everyone smile. But you’re also very competent. You discover things that other doctors don’t straight away. I’ve always felt a sense of pride in seeing you succeed and find yourself as a doctor.”

“I didn’t realise you paid so much attention to me,” he told you and you nodded weakly.

“Because I paid so much attention, I realised I was starting to like you. But at that point, I hadn’t felt that loss of a soulmate so I just told myself I was lonely. And all the occasions we went out together, I would convince myself it was okay to have fun with a friend. But deep down, I was viewing them as dates.”

“Me too.”

“When I realised there was no soulmate for me, I was insanely happy. Because it meant there was you. I could finally reach out to you and not worry that someone would take you away from me. I wanted to choose you, and not live by some fated life where a stranger would become my everything. I already felt strongly about you. But then I realised how scary it was to make a choice. With a soulmate, you can’t avoid those feelings. What if how I felt now somehow died off over time? What if something happened to you and I lost you too? The difference about losing my soulmate was I never saw him. But I know you. I see you; I can reach out right now and touch you. I can tell right now how much I like you, for being you and not because my soul craves you. I crave you. And losing you would be devastating since I chose to like you.”

Jackson shifted closer, cupping your face in his hands. “You know we can’t control the future. Look at us both; we never got to keep the people we were meant to have. I’ll always cherish Janie, and I’m sure you’ll always wonder who that person was for you. If we allow them to define us forever, isn’t that more of a tragedy? Not allowing ourselves to love someone for who they are, or to seek our own happiness whilst we still can. Don’t you think that’s a bigger waste than worrying about the what ifs?”

It was you who kissed him this time. Jackson was stunned when he felt your soft lips upon his, yet it didn’t take him long to reciprocate your approach, a fever taking over you both. Hands roamed and skin was exposed with ease. When your lips fell away from his after the bountiful kisses that had followed one after the other, you climbed to your feet, reaching for his hand and tugging him along to your bedroom. He hovered above the bed that you got onto; hesitating despite the beautiful view he had of you right now.

“Are you sure about this? We just admitted to our feelings tonight. I don’t want to rush you.”

“What, should we wait five weeks?” you teased, before moving onto your knees and reaching out to pull him closer. “I’ve waited over two years for this moment, are you really going to make me wait longer?”

“It was you who turned me down the last time,” he reminded as he climbed onto your bed, his confidence returning.

“So call me a fool,” you breathed, gripping at him tightly. “At least we got here in the end.”

After unbridling the pent up passion, Jackson held you in his arms, his hand running through your hair over and over. You snuggled into his bare chest and placed a small kiss on the skin by your mouth. He sighed in content. “Who knew it would feel that good?”

“You mean, even with all those years of partying-”

“I waited for the right person,” Jackson confessed, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head. “I wanted to choose someone I knew would love me in all the right ways.”

“And do you think I’m that person?” you asked, sitting up so you could look him directly. Despite the room being only illuminated by the moonlight filtering in through the curtains, he could see the warmth in your eyes. He noticed the hope that resided alongside the passion and excitement that made your gaze glisten. You were so beautiful in that moment; he couldn’t help but take your lips in his and claim them for the umpteenth time that night.

“Mm,” he hummed when he pulled back, brushing your hair away that had fallen into your face. “For as long as we have together, I know it’s only you for me now. I’ve chosen you.”

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will you do all of the ask mes you posted earlier

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?I am good with the height I am2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)Dragon! I AM KHALEESI!!!3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?Whatever I feel looks good on me and/or as long as Im comfortable4: What was your favorite video game growing up?Pokemon Gold for the Gameboy Color5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:Ryan, sleep and my bed6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?WARNING: Unpredictable moods 8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]No idea 9: Are you ticklish?Only on my feet10: Are you allergic to anything?Chocolate, Strawberries, carrot cake and various medication11: What’s your sexuality?I like pans12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?Teaaaaaa13: Are you a cat or dog person?I’m a both person14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?Vampire. I would LOVE to say merperson but... the ocean.... *squirms*15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?Megan Leigh (ciaobelllaxo)16: How tall are you?5′8″17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?Maybe something more unique. Or maybe just Lily lmao18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]noooooope19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?Lived it, so YES20: Do you like space or the ocean more?space21: Are you religious?Raised, yes. Personal beliefs, no22: Pet peeves?Too many to list23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?I would say nocturnal, but thats pretty lonely24: Favorite constellation?Canis Major25: Favorite star?Sirius26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?Dolls are creepy27: Any phobias or fears?I have anxiety. So yes.28: Do you think global warming is real?YEEEEESSSSSSS29: Do you believe in reincarnation?absolutely30: Favorite movie?wayyyyy too many31: Do you get scared easily?@moonywritesfanfic says yes32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?2 dogs and 6 cats34: What is a color that calms you?deep purple35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?DisneyWorld in the castle, thanks36: Where were you born?Right here37: What is your eye color?Blue/Gray38: Introvert or extrovert?introvert39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?Zodiacs, yes. Horoscopes, not so much40: Hugs or kisses?ALL THE EVERYTHING41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?Ryan, even though he dropped me off like an hour ago lol42: Who is someone you love deeply?Ryan... duh43: Any piercings you want?I think I’m happy with what I have. Maybe a few more up my one ear44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?nope... they are disgusting.... xD45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?I did all through highschool, up until I was about 2146: Talk about your crush, if you have one!He’s my everything. Point blank. And soooo much more than JUST a crush 47: What is a sound you really hate?Nails on a chalkboard48: A sound you really love?His heart beat49: Can you do a backflip?My doctor told me I wasn't allowed50: Can you do the splits?I used to be able to. I miiiiight still if I stretched enough51: Favorite actor and/or actress?Ryan Reynolds. Margot Robbie52: Favorite movie?Already answered this...?53: How are you feeling right now?Content 54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?Blue55: When did you feel happiest?Sitting at Ryan’s house on G Mans birthday, just the three of us.56: Something that calms you down?His hugs 57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]lol.....58: What does your URL mean?exactly what it says59: What three words describe you the most?Weird, loyal, kind. I think60: Do you believe in evolution?definitely61: What makes you unfollow a blog?inactivity, mainly. Or posting content I don't agree with. Or if a blog changes its content to something I don't particularly like.62: What makes you follow a blog?Many different reasons 63: Favorite kind of person:There are many different kinds of people I like64: Favorite animal(s):Fox, Doe, Zebra, Siberian Tigers, to name a few65: Name three of your favorite blogs.lol those who know me, know who my “favourites” are66: Favorite emoticon:I’m not on my phone. But the one with the one eye closed and the tongue out. Or the two pink hearts67: Favorite meme:I don't really follow memes at all68: What is your MBTI personality type?ISFJ69: What is your star sign?Pisces70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?LMAO NOPE!!71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?Anything that isn't my work uniform lmao but, legging and a comfy sweater are usually my go to.72: Post a selfie or two?You can search them up lol73: Do you have platform shoes?Are those in style again? lol I had a pair of platform flip flops when I was a little kid in the 90′s and early 2000′s lmao74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?I don't like Dumbo. Like, HATE it75: Can you do a front flip?Again, my doctor told me not to lol76: Do you like birds?When they aren't pooping and being loud in the early mornings77: Do you like to swim?yes78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?swimming. I can't really skate.79: Something you wish didn’t exist:Trump. Sorry not sorry80: Some thing you wish did exist:Kylie, still81: Piercings you have?4 ears, nose, lip and tongue82: Something you really enjoy doing:laying in bed cuddling and chatting about life with Ryan83: Favorite person to talk to:^^^^ refer to that answer 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?I liked it. lol its changed soooooooo much85: How many followers do you have?zero lol xD86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?LMAO87: Do your socks always match?if Im actually wearing socks, yea usually88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?Never been able to. 89: What are your birthstones?birthstoneS?? Theres more than one? Pretty sure its only Aquamarine90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?A fox91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?Tiger Lily92: A store you hate?Abrocrappy xD93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?Usually only one94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?Read minds. But only when I actually want to.95: Do you like to wear camo?I did in like, the 7th grade lol96: Winter or summer?Neither97: How long can you hold your breath for?maybe a minute?98: Least favorite person?Trump99: Someone you look up to:Myself 5 years from now100: A store you love?Torrid101: Favorite type of shoesdepends on the weather. Either Toms or Docs or Timberlands102: Where do you live?Right here 103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?Nope104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?not really sure105: Do you drink milk?every day106: Do you like bugs?NOPE 107: Do you like spiders?HELL NO108: Something you get paranoid about?Lots of things. Too many things109: Can you draw:I used to be able to110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?There have been a few111: A question you hate being asked?You're still living at home??112: Ever been bitten by a spider?Not that I know of113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?Absolutely. One of my favourite sounds114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?Cloudy115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:Ryan, duh116: Favorite cloud type:idk lol the fluffy ones?117: What color do you wish the sky was?Lilac. That would be pretty118: Do you have freckles?I wish! My mom does and Im jealous 119: Favorite thing about a person:Ryans hugs120: Fruits or vegetables?Fruits121: Something you want to do right now:Stay with him forever122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?If its the top of the water, ocean lol123: Sweet or sour foods?sweet124: Bright or dim lights?dim125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?I believe in all magical creatures xD126: Something you hate about Tumblr:Anons don't show up on your block list127: Something you love about Tumblr:the family Ive made 128: What do you think about the least?I’m not thinking about it, so I don't know129: What would you want written on your tombstone?Nothing lame lol130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?Trump131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?my body132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?Not usually 133: Computer or TV?Computer134: Do you like roller coasters?ALL THE YES!!135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?Not sure about seasickness but I don't get motion sickness136: Are your ears lobed or attached?I have ear lobes soooo I guess that137: Do you believe in karma?to an extent138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?maybe a 6 on an amazing hair and makeup day139: What nicknames do you have/have had?There have been TONS140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?Not that I can remember. My parents don't remember any either.141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?No, even though I know it would be beneficial 142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?Hopefully good143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?Both to both144: What makes you angryA lot of various things at various times. My anger is a conflicting thing145: How many languages do you speak fluently?Just one146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?GIVE ME ALL THE GENDERS!!147: Are you androgynous?Nope. I’m very openly feminine 148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:Its super strange. But my feet. I have beautiful feet lol and NO you may NOT see a picture149: Favorite thing about your personality:I can be really cute at times. And I don't actually mean it150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.Ryan Ryan and Ryan? lol actually change one of those Ryans to Kylie. Because shed be at the age now, where the conversations would be amazing151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?late 70′s early 80′s152: Do you like BuzzFeed?Yea! They have great videos and I love reading their articles153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]At the mall, 3,936 days ago, through mutual friends154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?Platonically, I don't kiss anyone. Unless its children on the cheek or forehead.155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?I LOVE playing with kids hair lol156: What embarrasses you?various things at various times157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:everything lol having severe anxiety does that to a person lol158: Biggest lie you have ever told:“I’m fine, I promise”159: How many people are you following?247, but I gotta go through it160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?this blog: 13,050RP blog: 10,596161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?this one: noneRP blog: 3162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?13,701163: Last time you cried and why:can't remember when exactly, but most likely over school stuff164: Do you have long or short hair?is it considered short? I’m not really sure165: Longest your hair has ever been:Down to my butt, last year166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?Not a topic Im willing to get into 167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?Not 100%168: Do you like to wear makeup?Whenever I’m able to get a moment to wear it, yea. Even if its just mascara.169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?Not even for a second lol170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?Why wouldn't I..

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Lose To Win Chapter 15: One Hell Of A Night (Ota / Reader Smut)

Title: Lose To Win Chapter 15 Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Her Love In The Force Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery? MPD’s MC: Mika HIJIKATA KBTBB’s MC: Mia SAKATA Characters: Goto, Kaga, Shuichi, Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota

Summary: Ota and Baba on the moves, well Ota’s one slightly involves more- more energy, more moan and sweat and among other things between reader’s character- silver-red-rose Background: Mika went to the Tres Spades Hotel under Eisuke’s request. (Order) and led to seeing her ex- Hyogo Kaga. With Namba’s persuasion, Eisuke agrees to work with Public Safety, going on an eight days cruise trip with Kaga, Goto and Mika. What kind of mystery and danger await? You have no idea!

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Chapter 1: The Reunion Chapter 2: RSVP Chapter 3: Recharge Chapter 4: Welcome Back Chapter 5: Decision Of A Lifetime Chapter 6: Our Story Chapter 7: Stress Release Chapter 8: Play Thing Chapter 9: What The Three Words Mean Chapter 10: A Real Man Chapter 11: The CEO Chapter 12: Boarding Chapter 13: What Did You Wish For? Chapter 14: Don’t Tease Me

Chapter 15: One Hell Of A Night

Most people wouldn’t at all be sure about the idea of being tied up, it sounds sexy in theory but in reality, it could be entirely something else. And it can be, depending on your partner. Staring into the pair of brown and lustful eyes, Mirana tries not to show her worries as well as anticipation.

“Do you like getting tied up by all your patients?” He asks with a smirk that doesn’t match with his angelic face. 

With the swing of the pendulum muted, her room feels unsettlingly still. Silence seizes the room and the doctor shakes her head,  "No but if it’s you Mr. Kisaki, I’m happy to make an exception.“

Twenty minutes ago, Mirana never would have guessed to have the famous Ota Kisaki in her room, the man she has admired for so long- technically his work but still Mirana totally fan girl the whole situation and tells him how much she loves his work, what an inspiration he is until the blonde artist returns her compliment by playing a clip that should not exist.

To Mirana’s surprise, she watches herself on the screen with her hand pressing her legs, soon her skirt is lifted up and she begins rubbing against her panties while her other hand’s squeezing her breasts.

“Naughty doctor,” Ota whispers into her ear. Mirana nearly forgets to breath, eyes wide and fix on the screen. “Someone’s a bad girl,” he adds.

Mirana shivers, “Where did you get this?” Ota shrugs, “What do you want?” On screen, she climbs up the examination bed, getting comfortable right before she pulls out a rather impressive looking dildo. “Oh!” Ota chuckles, “Naughty doctor playing with herself at work. Did you change the sheet?”

Mirana pushes his phone away and slaps his left cheek, “What the hell do you want?” She asks through clenched teeth.

“Just want to make a deal, well also to punish the bad girl in the process.” Ota whispers, “A very bad girl.” Moving her hair out of the way, he starts to kiss and nibble her neck.

“What kind of deal?” She asks, scolding herself internally for enjoying this while her brain tells her not to.

This is how it starts, a deal- trading information for her “behavior”.

A barely audible moan plays from Ota’s phone, “Horny?” The artist asks, one of his hands cupping her breast and he gives her nipple a little pinch. Mirana whimpers, still transfixed by this whole situation. Her breathing is getting louder as Ota continues to tease her breasts. She licks her lips, wishing her hands to be free and to touch the bulge inside his trousers.

“What do you say when there’s something you want?” His hand travels down her stomach to slip between her thighs.

“Please…”

Leaning in, he kisses her as his fingers rubs at her heated center.

“Will … you … punish me?” She hesitantly asks, sinking lower onto the bed and spreading her legs to give him more room. God, she can’t believe The Ota Kisaki is looking directly at her sex!

“Mmmm,” The artist sounds satisfied, “good girl.” Ota places his phone close by so they’d both watch the screen while he focus back on her nipples. By this point, Mirana’s fucking herself and on the edge of orgasm in the clip. Ota chuckles and slips his hand inside her drenched panties so he could touch her wet pussy without the barrier. But as soon as her wall tightens, Ota releases his fingers and searches for her used vibrator.

Mirana could not hold her loud moan as the large vibrator enters her, if he makes her feel this good with a fake cock, it’ll be heavenly with his own. Moaning louder, Mirana calls his name as he increases the speed and soon, she’s coming from her first orgasm. Instead of stopping, the artist fucks her even harder, using his other hand to rub and pinch her clit. Her back arch and her limbs freeze as shock of bliss run through her entire body.

“Is this too much for you to handle? Should I stop?” Ota kisses his way and his first lick on her clit almost kills her, “Fuck, you taste good, doc.” His hot breath ghosting her heated core right before he sucks all her dripping juice. “Mmmm,“ Ota says, vibrating his lips around her nub. “So… what are all these files on your desk, Doctor Edwards?”

“Oh god,” Mirana gasps. Her eyes roll back as his lips and tongue brings her right to the edge, she feels a second wave of orgasm round the corner.

Suddenly, Ota stops. Pulling the vibrator out in one go with the tip of his tongue just touching her folds. “I won’t be able to continue unless you give me an answer, doc.”

“I…..,” she pants. “Those are …” Her mind is blank and it takes every ounce of her strength to gather what she’s about to say. “Patients files, these are the medical records of our guests on this cruise.”

“All the guests?”

She nods and lower her head at Ota with a pleading look. He sucks her clit again and then she’s cumming, her whole body shuddering in pleasure ways that she’d never imagined possible. Ota’s grinning as he gets back up and meets her eyes, “Now tell me what exactly do you do here.”

“Okay,” Marian obeys. “but only if you fuck me with your own dick.” And in the next two hours, Ota happily obliges and satisfies the blonde doctor so many times that she loses count, and almost her consciousness too. She barely manages to tell him what he asks, how she’s recruited, the detailed medical history of each guest and staff, including sealed information.

Ota Kisaki is over the moon to find a new pet on the vessel and the fact that he has some kind of homework to show Eisuke after the bonus of having his fun. This trip turns out to be much more entertaining than he expects.

Once Mirana has caught her breath, she runs to the locked drawer and dails the only number on that mobile phone, “I’ve done what you ask, now I want what I ask for!”

Later that day

Ota’s extra lively after his intimate “sessions” with the doc, especially when Eisuke’s is satisfied with his findings which means he’d be free to do whatever he wants till the next order arrives. Maybe he’d play with the doctor again, training her to be a better pet then maybe he’ll keep her when they’re back in Tokyo.

The grand thief brings good news too, he has found the two hidden floors with heavily guarded securities. Luckily he has planted hidden cameras along the corridors, in hope to have a bit of clue before they finalize their next step.   For now, everyone needs to get ready for another dinner party, especially Mia who couldn’t help with her grin as soon as she’s told the special guest of tonight will be her all time favorite band Revance!

On the other hand, Mika looks rather displeased because it means she’ll see the person she hates most (maybe after Eisuke)- fucking Prince Iori!

Hyogo Kaga, however has no interest in whatever is happening in the party as all he’d think of right now is the message he’s just received from Ayumu- two identified staffs on this cruise who’re confirmed to be active assassins now known as Star and Hikaru. His eyes will only be focusing on finding these two for tonight and nothing else.

Tonight is going to be one hell of a night.

Chapter 16: Feeling Lucky?