#doug ross x reader

[shelbgrey]

Speak now for the love of God don't speak now, hold your peace, part 1

Paring: Doug Ross x Greene!Reader

Summary: 2 part series! Doug Ross and y/n Greene are getting married. Vows are being set, old feelings from flames are coming back, the ER won't stop, and bachelor parties are being planned with prayer that strippers won't be present.

Warrings: Carol's actions are slightly out of character, Carol's a bitch, SMUT!, oral(F receiving), unprotected sex, soft dom!Doug, dirty talk.

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No one would have ever thought Doug Ross would settle down, Hell Doug never thought he'd fall in love again. That was until he found her, now here he is a week before his wedding day. Nothing has been easy these last few months, with getting last minute stuff finished and the hectic days in the ER.

Surprisingly the only moment of piece was in the ER and even then it was crazy

When things finally calmed down for the day, Doug was hanging back behind the front desk with Jerry and a few nurses, writing in a notebook. He just wanted a moment's peace despite the anticipation he felt for calling y/n his wife. He was tired of being bugged about details he didn't have any clue about, and as much as he loved his mother he had to fight the urge to hang up the phone every time she brought up the wedding. But he was happy, finally feeling content with how his life is going.

The people around him were excited for them both and Mark Greene felt both happy and terrified that his little sister was marrying Doug. Mark had to keep reminding himself that he was the one that said Doug could propose, he's the one that introduced the two which led to this moment, he had to remind himself Doug would treat her right, and he had to remind himself that Doug has been distracted by wedding stuff and hasn't done something stupid in the ER lately. In fact Mark is a lot happier about this than he thought.

The opposite could be said about Carol Hathaway. A few months prior she left her boyfriend Tag at the altar when she realized she couldn't marry him. Deep down she knew she still loved Doug and somehow forgets the small detail that she broke him and y/n put the pieces back together. She couldn't stand the fact he moved on and in her eyes he moved on oh so easily. When Doug and y/n became an item she became a hard ass towards y/n, she was so different from Carol… Y/n was different from any other woman Doug dated or slept with. And anyone could see Doug only had eyes for her and his heart beeted for her.

Carol did try to move on with a paramedic who everyone called Shep, he was a good guy and did his best to be a good boyfriend. In the end he was just a pawn to help Carol get over Doug, or maybe she wanted to make Doug jealous. She wasn't even sure at this point, what she was sure about was she wanted to be in y/n's place so bad.

“Hey, Doug” Carol smiled as she walked up to him, he hadn't moved from his spot behind the front desk and he didn't look up from the notepad he had. Carol stood close to him, trying to figure out what he was doing. Maybe it could start a conversation, talking to him was the highlight of her day after all.

Doug didn't give her his full attention, too engrossed with coming up with wedding vows and ripping up the notebook he stole from Carter. “Hey Carol.” He didn't move away from her, he shouldn't have too when he was clueless to her feelings. He thought no more heart break from her and they could just be friends. He loved y/n and would never cheat on her.

“How you been lately?” she asked, inching closer.

Doug leaned back slightly, looking up at her for the first time since she started talking. He still didn't make an effort to move away from her, wanting to believe the conversation was nothing but innocent. “I've good. Really good actually.”

He had been happy the past nine months. He never felt so complete in life till he met y/n and now he was going to be a husband in less than a week. ‘Less than a week’ both have different meanings in this very moment. Doug had a less then a week until the woman of his dreams will be his wife. Carol has Less than a week until she could tell Doug her feelings, ignoring the fact he was MARRYING y/n and she was the one to break his heart

“Same here... But I have to admit, I miss you”

Doug blinked in shock. He hadn't been expecting her to say that. “Miss me? You broke up with me” He pointed out. they could never work out and now he had something amazing with y/n.

Before Carol could push, y/n walked around the corner and saw Carol getting awfully close to Doug. She rolled her eyes, she didn't feel jealousy or anything, Doug was faithful and all girls from the past didn't matter. Y/n was past all the insecurities she felt earlier on in their relationship. Y/n just thought Carol was being ridiculous and she was slightly pissed.

Y/n sighed and intentionally walked around the ER desk they were at and walked in between them. “hey, Honey” y/n said to Doug and sat a patient chart in front of him, acting like she was doing work. Carol looked embarrassed, talking a few steps back.

Doug's face lit up when he saw her. He loved when y/n called him "Honey" in that voice. He completely ignored Carol and only focused on her. “Hey, beautiful.” He said back as he grabbed the chart and began to look it over.

Carol rolled her eyes, y/n smiled and turned towards her. “hey, Carol”

Carol glared at y/n, not even trying to hide her annoyance. Carol would never understand how Doug could be so into a chick like y/n. “Hey y/n, how's the wedding planning?” She said back, in a polite but also rude tone.

“Great” y/n crossed her arms, saying it back in a polite, sarcastic tone. “How's Shep?” she asked, bringing up the guy Carol was supposedly seeing.

Carol clenched her jaw at y/n's comment, clearly getting annoyed with her. “Shep's great. Still in the honeymoon faze” She said it as a 'take that' to y/n and Doug being farther in their relationship.

“Great! Same here” she smirked, basically telling Carol that her's and Doug's relationship was great. Lots of sex too.

Carol didn't like that at all, she was trying to piss y/n off and all she got was a smirk in return. Doug was watching the interaction, staying quiet and just watching. He always thought it was kinda hot when y/n got all feisty like she was now. Carol was seething.

“Hey, Carol, there's a patient for you,” Carter said, coming over to the three. Carter smiled when he saw y/n, being a close friend to her. “Hey, y/n. How's the wedding planning goin’?”

Carol rolled her eyes and walked off, snatching the chart Carter gave her. Carter raised an eyebrow, wondering how he could have possibly pissed her off.

“Buh-bye” y/n waved at Carol as she left. Then turned back to Doug. “that was probably the bitchiest thing I've ever done”

“what's she so pissed about?” Carter asked.

“Carter, let's go” Benton said, peaking around the corner and had no time for being patent. Carter rolled his eyes.

“I'll fill you in later” y/n told Carter, he nodded and walked off to see what Benton wanted.

Doug chuckled and got up from the stool he was sitting on, standing right behind her..He rested his hands on her hips, pulling her close. “thought it was pretty hot how you just stood up for yourself there.” he whispered against her ear. She rolled her eyes playfully, smirking.

Doug pulled y/n even closer, until there was no space between their bodies. “You know, this hospital has some really great supply closets.” He said quietly, as his grip on her hips tightened a little. They had gotten hot and heavy in one or two of the supply closets, and he had a few in mind that they could sneak off to that would be empty.

“Mmm” y/n looked over her shoulder with a sly smile. She leaned in where his chin was on her shoulder and pecked him on the lips. “Let's go find one then” she mumbled against his lips.

Doug grabbed her chin, pulling her back in, capturing her lips with his in a heated kiss. He took her hand and began pulling her into the supply closet. This wasn't the first time they were gonna fool around in the middle of their shift and it probably won't be the last. Before they got too far he stopped and tossed the notepad he was writing his vows on to Jerry. “don't lose that” he told Jerry as he caught it.

“What's on the notepad?” y/n asked, pressing her chest to his back as he pulled her away from the front desk.

Doug glanced back at her, smiling softly. The look in his eyes was mischievous as he continued to lead y/n into the supply closet. “Don't worry about it, I'll explain later.”

“Still workin’ on your vows, aren't you?” she raised an eyebrow. She already had hers written.

“maybe” He murmured. Before they could get too far a couple of paramedics ran into the ER doors with a car crash victim on a gurney. “Ross, y/n, we need you now!” y/n's brother Mark Greene called out.

Doug groaned in frustration, he was just so close to getting her into that supply closet. “Damn it” He whispered under his breath. He gave y/n a quick tap on the ass before both of them moved over to mark’s side, meeting the paramedics who were pushing the gurney.

“Rain check I guess” y/n chuckled nervously, as they pushed the gurney into one of the rooms.

Doug huffed out a small laugh. “You bet your ass it's a rain check.”

He pulled on a pair of gloves as the paramedics handed him a chart, showing him the vitals. Doug's full doctor mode appeared and he was completely focused on the patient now.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

When things finally calmed down, Doug was back behind the ER front desk with Jerry. Y/n and Doug did find a supply closet, but she was paged before Doug could even get her pants off. Doug needed a distraction so he was back to writing on that notebook, trying to come up with vows that didn't suck.

Mark walked over, handing in a patient chart. He was gonna be Doug's best man and also walk y/n down the aisle. He had gotten roped into wedding planning too, so he was involved and hearing a lot of things regarding it. He glanced over at Doug, seeing him scribble something out in frustration. Doug sighed in frustration, scribbling another sentence out then ripped the page out, throwing it away in the small trash can with the other wads of paper.

“Doug. What are you doing?” Mark asked.

“I'm.. I'm uh-trying to write my..my vows” He said. He looked so frustrated.

“His Last minute vows” Jerry added in a teasing tone.

Doug rolled his eyes at that. “Shut up, Jerry”

“Why can't you do the classic better for worse and death do you part spew?” Mark asked.

“Cause I wanna say something that actually means something to both me and y/n” Doug sighed.

“Okay, what do you got so far?” Mark asked.

Doug reached into the trash and picked up three pages of failed attempts. Each filled with scribbles, scratched out words, and a few things that could have been good. He sighed again and un-crumbled a few. “Not that, no, the beginning of that was good but then it went to crap, no way, and this one is terrible. Not gonna use any of them”

“he's losin' it” Jerry whispered to Mark, Doug glared at them.

Mark snatched one of the crumbled up sheets and read it. “actually like this one” He said, handing it to Doug.

Doug looked down at the crumbled paper and cleared his throat. “y/n..from the moment I met you, I knew I was in for a lot of things...but what I didn't know was that you would become the most precious thing in my life. I...didn't know that you would show me things I didn't know about love.”

“See... That's a good start” Mark said, Jerry nodded.

Doug glanced down at the paper and nodded, smiling faintly. “Yeah. Yeah I guess it is”

“Well don't beat yourself over it, Y/n isn't expecting some Shakespearean crap. Just speak from your heart and she'll love it no matter what” Mark said.

“But, hers is gonna be a lot more sappy and loving because that's just how girls are,” Jerry added.

Doug chuckled. “Yeah..that's true...and she'll likely make me cry with hers.”

“Don't worry the guys have already been making bets on how long it's gonna take before you start crying” Jerry joked.

Doug chuckled and shook his head. “How much are yall betting that I cry during her vows?”

“I bet $30 you'll start crying when she starts walking down the aisle” Mark teased.

“Don't worry, all bets go towards your guys' honeymoon fund” Jerry added. “Anyway, bachelor party is this weekend right?”

“Yeah, what are you gonna do?” Mark asked.

Doug shrugged slightly. “Nothing special. We'll probably just go out for the night and get wasted”

“Can I get you a stripper?” Jerry joked.

Doug chuckled and playfully gave Jerry a glare. “Absolutely not”

“Why not, that's typical bachelor party stuff” Jerry said.

“I didn't have a stripper at mine” Mark added.

Doug was already shaking his head at the thought. Y/n was the only one he wanted..strippers were a no go. Ever since he started with her..he had only had eyes for her. “I'll pass. I'm marrying the love of my life..why would I need some random stripper..”

“Who says it'll be a random stripper? What if we talked y/n into being the stripper” Jerry joked.

The thought of that actually made his heart stop and his breath got caught in his throat. He could already see it in his mind. Y/n standing in front of him in some sexy outfit. “Don't you dare.”

“Okay!” Mark said, changing the subject because he didn't want to picture or see his sister in that way. “Anyway… party's this weekend, you don't want to be hungover on the wedding day”

“Yeah, Saturday night it is,” Doug nodded.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Doug pulled into his driveway, after what felt like a long ass day. He got out of the car and locked it up, heading inside the house. When he walked inside, he immediately went looking for y/n “Baby?”

“In the bedroom” she called out. Y/n had gotten home before him. She was laying in bed and looking at her computer.

Doug walked into the bedroom, smiling softly when he found her, his eyes filled with affection. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her, his hand gently caressing her curly hair. “Hey beautiful”

Y/n softly pecked him on the lips. She sat her computer to the side and positioned herself between his legs with her back against his chest. She pulled her computer back into her lap and continued organizing a list of last minute wedding stuff.

Doug wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He nuzzled his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent. He kissed your neck softly, his hands wandering up to cup your breasts. “How's the wedding planning going? stressing yourself out again?”

“No…” y/n lied.

Doug's hands continued to caress y/n’s body, his touch gentle yet firm. He knew her well enough to tell when she was lying. He nipped at her neck, his voice low. “Liar” He murmured, his hands slipping under her shirt to trace patterns on your skin, making her shiver.

“Okay... Maybe a little bit” she admits.

He kissed her neck, his voice, soothing. “Talk to me baby, what's got you stressed? Everything's falling into place, remember?” His hands began to massage her belly, working their way down her thighs.

“I know” y/n sighed softly, relaxing into his touch.

Doug continued to rub her thighs, his touch gentle and soothing. He felt her tense up a little, or maybe it was his imagination. Either way, he wanted her to relax. He kissed her neck softly. “Come on, talk to me, what's bothering you?”

Y/n sighed contently, her eyes fluttering closed as his hands worked their magic. “Just little stuff I guess,” she sighed, resting her head back against his shoulder. “and I haven't found a wedding dress yet”

Doug's hands froze on her thighs at the mention of a wedding dress. He took a deep breath, his voice soft and reassuring. “Hey, it's okay... we have time, don't worry about it” He turned her face towards him, their eyes locking. She smiled softly, craning her neck up, gently pressing her lips to his.

Doug's lips moved against hers in a tender, loving way. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin. He pulled back, smiling, his eyes warm and full of love. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”

“Yes” y/n smiled.

He chuckled a little as he nuzzled his face against the side of her neck. He moved her hair, placing a kiss to her bare skin. He would never get tired of telling y/n that he loved her or showing her in different ways just how much he did. “I love you, so much”

“I love you more”

Doug's heart swelled with love, kissing her neck again, his arms tightening around her. “Impossible, but I'll take it” He murmured, his voice filled with affection. He held y/n close, feeling grateful for this moment, for her, for his love.

Y/n sighed contently, melting into his touch and nuzzling her face into his neck. “oh, by the way, the girls are planning my Bachelorette party Saturday,” she mumbled.

Doug had to stop the urge to roll his eyes. His bachelor party was also happening that night and Jerry had definitely mentioned strippers. Doug didn’t like that idea at all..but he could handle it for one night. “Yeah, the boys are throwing mine as well”

Y/n nuzzled her nose against his jaw. “Oh really? Drinks and strippers?” she teased.

He chuckled slightly, wrapping his arms around her a little more. He didn’t like the mention of strippers..he definitely wasn’t interested in any of that..all he wanted was her. “No, definitely not..alcohol maybe..but no strippers”

Y/n repotioned herself and straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “isn't that what usually happens at bachelor parties? doesn't make you unfaithful or anything”

wrapped his arms around her waist. He loved having her in his lap. He’s always happy when he has y/n as close as possible. “I don't need any strippers”

“Don't want any type of strippers?” y/n joked, raising an eyebrow. She was wearing one of his white button ups, the way she was sitting on his lap made the shirt ride up and since not all of the buttons were buttoned it showed her cleavage.

He couldn’t help but look. Anytime he saw y/n wearing his shirt it drove him crazy. He was always possessive when it came to her, but seeing her in his shirt made it so much worse. Especially if it was unbuttoned and showing off her cleavage. “Not interested in seeing a single stripper.”

“Don't like it when girls strip in front of you?” y/n teased and started fiddling with the buttons on the shirt.

Doug's eyes followed y/n’s hands as she started to fiddle with the buttons. His breathing quickened as more and more of her skin was revealed. He growled softly, his hands gripping her hips possessively. “Only one girl gets to strip in front of me and that's you”

“I should hope so” y/n said, slowly unbuttoning the shirt, showing her red lace bra. She held the shirt closed just under her bra line.

Doug's eyes locked onto her hands as she unbuttoned the shirt. His breathing grew heavier and his hands tightened on her hips. He loved it when she teased him like this. “And only I get to see you like this. Understand?”

Y/n let the slaves go slack around her arms, showing her shoulders. She kept the shirt closed, not taking it off all the way yet. Doug's eyes traveled from y/n's face down to where her arms were holding the shirt closed. He growled softly, his hands sliding from her hips up to her thighs, squeezing them possessively. “Let it go, baby”

Y/n leaned back a bit while sitting in his lap, taking the shirt off fully. She playfully threw it at his face, blocking his view. Doug chuckled as he caught the shirt and threw it to the side. His eyes immediately fell to her bare skin. He brought his hands up to your waist, his fingers skimming along your sides. "Come here”

Y/n didn't listen. She teased him, kissing just the corner of his lip then quickly left his lap. Y/n kept eye contact and slowly untied the drawl strings of her short shorts. Doug watched her with intense hunger, his body reacting instinctively to the sight of her exposed skin. When y/n hopped off his lap, he instantly missed the feeling of her against him. But the show she was putting on made it almost worth the loss of contact.

“What?” she asked softly and innocently as she continued to strip for him. She slowly slipped the shorts off showing the red lace panties that matched her bra.

Doug's voice was low and gravelly when he spoke. “Come back here. Now” His eyes were dark with desire as he watched her.

Doug couldn't take his eyes off her as she crawled sensually up his body. His heart raced with every inch she gained. When y/n was finally close enough, he reached out, grabbing her hips to pull her into a passionate kiss. His lips moved fiercely against hers, conveying all his pent-up desire.

Y/n moaned softly against his lips, holding his face in her hands as she kissed him back roughly. Y/n placed her hands on his chest and grinded on him once. He groaned, his body tensing. He slid his hands from her hips up her back, unhooking her bra with a quick flick of his fingers. He deepened the kiss as he slipped the straps down her arms.

Y/n abruptly pulled away from the kiss and sat up, straddling him. She held the bra up against her breast and didn't let it fall, the straps slacking on her biceps. Doug's eyes met hers, his pupils dilated with desire. “Don't play games with me right now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Let it fall, baby. Now”

Y/n could feel how hard he was against her clothed core. She smirked, taking the bra off then tossed it at him. Doug caught it, tossing it to the side. His eyes immediately fell back to her bare breasts. He reached up, gripping her hips firmly as he pulled her down against him, his hardness pressing against her clothed core. “Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face in the to of her breasts.

Her hands went to his hair, carding her fingers through the strands of his hair. She arched her hips, grinding her clothed core against him teasingly. Doug's hands slid down to grab her ass, squeezing the firm globes as she grinded against him. He lapped at her nipple before drawing it into his mouth, suckling hard, marking her skin with his mouth. Y/n moaned softly, grinding harder against him, soaking through her panties and onto his boxers.

Doug's control snapped, his hands tightening on her ass as he pulled her down against him with a growl. He rolled his hips up, rubbing his hardness against her soaked panties and the fabric of his boxers. “Goddamnit, baby”

“Doug” she moaned louder, tugging at his hair.

Doug growled, flipping y/n onto her back so quickly that she barely knew what had happened. He loomed over her, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed and bit his way down her neck and chest, his hands roaming over her body possessively. Her head fell back against the pillow, her skin burning from every touch. “D-doug... Please” she moaned desperately.

Doug's voice was low and commanding as he growled. “Keep your hands above your head and grab onto the headboard,” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties and slowly peeled them off, his knuckles brushing against her thighs. “Don't let go, understand?”

Y/n quickly nodded, her brain too fuzzy to form any words. Her breathing skipped as her chest rose and fell quickly. Her thighs twitch from his touch as he pulled the panties down to her ankles.

Doug slowly caressed y/n’s bare thighs, parting them gently. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs, slowly working his way up. His voice rumbled against your skin as he spoke. “You're so wet for me, baby”

Y/n’s knuckles turned white from how hard she gripped the headboard. She was shuttering, arching her hips, desperately needing some kind of friction. “P-please”

Doug smirked against her thigh, loving the desperation in her voice. He dragged his tongue along her slit, making her gasp as he savored her taste before suckling her clit. Two fingers entered her slowly, curling to hit that perfect spot. “Mmm, you taste so good, baby”

Y/n's eyes screwed shut. She moaned, arching her hips. “D-doug, fuck!” she moaned.

Doug's fingers curved deeper, scissoring within her as he sucked her folds into his mouth. He dragged his teeth gently across her most intimate flesh, the pressure of his mouth and teeth alternating with his tongue.

Y/n cried out as her hips rutted upwards. Her hands let go of the headboard abruptly, gripping his hair. Doug growled at her disobedience. His hands gripped her hips and pinned them down, preventing her from bucking against his face. His touch firm as he whispered against her wet flesh. “Back up to the headboard, baby. Now.” His tone left no room for argument.

“P-please... I need to touch you” she begged.

Doug looked up at her with a fiery gaze. “Grip the headboard, or I'll stop” He warned, his voice firm.

“N-no,” y/n pleaded, gripping the headboard again. “Please don't stop” she moaned desperately.

Doug's eyes narrowed as he watched her grip the headboard again. Satisfied, he returned his attention to her pussy, his tongue lapping at her folds before spearing into her. “Mmm, such a good girl”

Y/n threw her head back, moaning louder and rutted her hips up. “Doug!”

Doug groaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. He slid his hands under your ass, making her legs bend over his shoulders. He squeezed her firm ass as he pulled her harder against his mouth. His nose buried into her folds as he sucked her l clit into his mouth. He flicked his tongue as he devoured her pussy. “Fuck, you taste so damn good, baby. I could eat this sweet little cunt all day”

“I'm so close” y/n warned breathlessly.

Doug growled encouragingly, his hands tightening on her ass as he buried his face deeper between her thighs. His tongue thrust inside her, then lapped up to circle her swollen nub, his facial hair scratching her sensitive skin. “Come for me, baby. Now!”

The knot in y/n’s stomach snapped. Her head fell back, the pleasure from the orgasm making her eyes roll back. Doug drank down every drop of her release, his grip on her unyielding as he continued to lavish attention on her soaking wet flesh. He gentled his touch, slowly easing her down from her high before finally lifting his head. “Beautiful, baby”

Doug slowly crawled up your body, kissing and caressing your skin as she caught her breath still keeping her iron grip on the headboard. He leaned over her, his eyes meeting her as he whispered. “I'm not nearly done with you yet, baby”

Doug captured y/n’s lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with her. One hand slid down to palm her breast, kneading the soft flesh as his hips settled between her spread thighs. Y/n moaned against his lips, hooking one of her legs around his waist, grinding her soaking pussy against his hard cock.

Doug groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in her neck. He nipped and sucked at her skin, his hips moving in rhythm with her. He reached between their bodies and aligned himself with her leaking core, his eyes locking onto yours. “Ready, baby?”

Y/n quickly nodded. “Y-yes, Doug. P-please”

Doug smirked, his hips surging forward as he slid deep into her wet heat with one powerful thrust. “Fuck, you feel incredible!” He groaned, burying himself to the hilt. His hands gripped her thighs, tilting her hips to change the angle of his penetration.

“Ah! Doug!” y/n cried out, arching her hips up.

He set a punishing pace, his thick cock slamming into her gushing pussy over and over. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, the sound echoing through the room. “So fucking tight, baby. Your pussy was made for me” He grunted, his balls slapping against her ass.

Y/n cried out, wrapping her other leg around his waist. “please... Please let me touch you” she moaned desperately, squeezing the headboard tighter.

Doug's face contorted with passion, his self-control fraying at her words. He leaned forward, his hands caging her head as his hips continued to pound into her. “Touch me, then. Both hands”

Her hands immediately went to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin to ground herself. He let out a feral growl, his thrusts becoming even more brutal as he fucked her with reckless abandon. His cock hit that special spot inside her over and over, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. “That's it, baby. Hold on tight”

“Oh, God! Doug!”

Doug's eyes locked onto y/n’s, his gaze burning with intensity as he spoke. “I'm gonna fill this pretty little pussy up with my cum, baby. You're gonna be dripping with it,” His words sent her over the edge, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came hard. “Fuck!”

“Doug!”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train. His cock pulsed and twitched inside her, shooting rope after rope of his hot cum deep into her spasming pussy. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Y/n squeezed his shoulders, her muscles relaxing in his arms. His weight settled onto her, his breath hot against her neck. He pressed gentle kisses to her skin, his hands soothingly stroking her thighs. “You okay, baby?” He whispered softly, his voice laced with concern.

“I'm perfect” she responded out of breath.

He smiled against her neck, nuzzling into her. “Mmm, that you are. So fucking perfect” Doug carefully rolled to the side, pulling her with him so she was draped over his chest. His fingers carded through her hair as he held her close. “You Satisfied, baby?”

“Mmm, very” she mumbled against his chest.

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Good. Because we're far from done, sweetheart,” Doug's fingers started to trace idle patterns on her skin, hinting at the passion to come. “Rest up while you can”

[writing-multifandoms]

Hello, could you write something about John Carter x Fem!Reader? John has a crush on the reader and is not very good at hiding it, the rest of the hospital knows this and they joke around with him, for example Doug playfully flirts with the reader to see Carter's reaction. The reader is the only one who doesn't know, because she is very distracted and she thinks that John only sees her as a friend, which hurts her because she also has feelings for him. I would like Susan on a bad day to get tired and tell them "I've had enough of this situation. Why don't you kiss once and for all? You're both in love."

Feelings

( I'm so sorry this took so long omfg)

Everybody knew. Except the two of you of course. You both had feelings for each other but you both thought that the other did not feel the same way. You were subtle in hiding it while Carter tried to hide his crush on you in a very obvious way. Everyone, especially Doug, picked up on the way that Carter would always bring you lunch if he knew that you had been busy enough to have to skip lunch.

Carter would always seem to freeze and stumble over his words whenever he was around you, his cheeks blushing at he tried and failed to hide the fact that he had a gigantic crush on you. You were just oblivious to the fact that John had a crush on you. You had thought that he thought of you as a friend. While you were hurt, you weren't surprised.

The two of you were driving Susan crazy. The answer was basically spelled out right in front of you guys but since you both thought the other wasn't interested, nothing happened really. That was until Doug decided to "flirt" with you. The moment Doug started playfully flirting with you, you could tell just by the look of Carter's eyes he was jealous.

"A guy would be crazy lucky to have you."

Doug knew that he was getting a ride out of Carter by flirting with you and he enjoyed every second of it. Susan was just done with the situation, though.

She walks up to John later that day.

"Carter, I swear to God, you better go and talk to her."

Carter tried to come up with an excuse as he sees you charting.

"I've had enough for this situation. JUST GO KISS HER." Susan rasied her voice during the last part of her sentence.

Carter almost died from excitement when you made eye contact with him and smiled.

Everyone seemed to read the room and Susan sighed in relief.

"It's about damn time. The suspense was killing me."

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MASTERLIST

who I write for.

GOSSIP GIRL

blair waldorf; tell me how.

serena van derwoodsen.

nate archibald; sweet nothing, love languages.

THE WEST WING

sam seaborn.

cj cregg.

josh lyman.

donna moss.

toby ziegler.

ER

doug ross.

abby lockhart.

VEEP

dan egan (derogatory).

amy brookheimer.

HTGAWM

wes gibbins; cappuccinos.

michaela pratt.

SUITS

donna paulsen.

rachel zane.

MARVEL

pepper potts.

peggy carter.

loki.

matt murdock; heartbeats.

TCAOS

sabrina spellman.

zelda spellman.

MISC

spencer hastings, andrea martel, kara danvers, matt saracen, cheryl blossom, roy kent, kate beckett, karen page, seth cohen, patrick jane, teresa lisbon.

[mads-weasley]

Canceled Plans

Doug Ross x Reader

A/N: I know there are absolutely NO Doug fics out there, so I decided to write my own! I do not own any of the characters in ER. As always, enjoy!

Summary: When an accident happens in the ED, (Y/n) and Doug are forced to change their long-awaited plans for the night.

"Hey, (y/n), whatcha doing later?" Asked Jerry as he tried to figure out the new computer system for the second week in a row.

She smiled, going through a patient's chart. "Well, Doug and I have tickets to the Bulls game tonight, so I'm excited. Hopefully th-"

A voice rang out through the ED and all heads flew towards the commotion. "Hey! I need help over here!"

Throwing the chart on the counter, (y/n) ran to assist the paramedics.

"Go to trauma 3!"

"What've we got?" Mark asked, joining (y/n).

The paramedic continued doing CPR as she spoke. "Found him in an alley, unconscious, pupils constricted, low bp, likely overdose. We intubated in the field."

As soon as they transferred the man onto the bed, (y/n) and Mark began listing off orders for tests and labs.

"Push some naloxone!" Greene ordered, checking the man's vitals.

To the doctors' relief, his stats improved as the naloxone worked through his system. Once he was stabilized, (y/n) took a deep breath and left the room, discarding her gloves in a nearby trash can.

She was walking past a supply closet when arms snaked around her waist, causing her to jump.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Doug cooed into her ear as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

A small giggle escaped her lips when she recognized the sleepy voice. "Good morning, Doug."

Turning around, she pecked his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"How's your shift been?" She asked quietly, observing the exhausted look in his eyes.

"Well," he sighed sadly, "I've had two broken bones, one concussion, and a cancer diagnosis."

(Y/n)'s heart broke at the news. She knew how much the diagnosis hurt any doctor, but in kids specifically, it was an even harder pill to swallow.

"I'm sorry, babe. How far along was it?"

He looked down at their feet. "Late stage three. They're looking into treatments now."

Pulling him into a hug, (y/n) rubbed his back gently. "I'm sure the family was grateful that you caught it.

"Yeah," he breathed, pulling back. His whole demeanor changed as he shifted the topic of conversation to her. "So, what've you been up to?"

"I've had a few skin infections, one nasty gash caused by a lawn mower, and your lovely STI diagnosis."

Doug chuckled, pulling her closer by her waist. "Oh, that does sound lovely! But, you know what sounds even lovelier?"

"What is that, Dr. Ross?"

"You, me, mid-court, tonight at the game," he answered, kissing her lips to emphasize every word.

A blush crept up her neck at his suave attitude. "That does sound lovely, Dougie. I can't wait for my shift to be over."

Checking his watch, Doug flashed his signature grin. 1:00 pm. "Only 3 more hours. Think you can make it, Dr. (y/l/n)?"

"I think so," she whispered, connecting their lips softly. "I've got to check on a patient. I'll see you later."

With a final peck on her temple, Doug released her and began walking toward the break room, calling over his shoulder. "Love you!"

"Love you, too!"

3:45 pm

"Only 15 more minutes," (y/n) sighed to herself.

She checked on the rest of her patients after talking with Doug, so now she was just sitting in the breakroom, hoping no more traumas would come in. Just when she was gathering her things from her locker, Mark entered the room, grabbing something from the fridge.

"Hey, (y/n), can you check on that OD in 3?"

She closed her eyes with a grimace. "Please, Mark. I leave in a few minutes. Doug and I have Bulls tickets tonight."

"That's nice," he stated plainly. "But you're still on shift so please go check on 3"

(Y/n) grabbed her stethoscope off the table and walked toward the door. "You owe me, Mark." She smiled.

"No, I don't," he chimed, watching tv. "Have fun at the game."

As she grabbed the man's chart from the rack, Doug emerged from the bathroom, wearing his favorite Scottie Pippen jersey.

"You ready?" He asked, holding up the tickets with a wide grin.

"Mark's got me checking on that OD in 4 but I should be out in a few minutes. Sorry."

"No problem. I'll just wait here for ya."

"Great."

Entering the trauma room, (y/n) went through the chart, jotting down the man's new stats. A few hours earlier, he had been taken off the ventilator, which was good for his chances, which looked better as the day went on. They had not been able to get an I.D. off of him but suspected he was your typical junkie that happened to take more than he could handle.

When she was finally done checking up on the man, she turned to leave, but a gasp from behind her stole her attention. She started to turn around but was met with the shoulder of the patient, sending her flying backward, her forehead hitting the tiled floor with a sickening crack.

Hearing the commotion, Jerry and Doug made eye contact before looking towards the room to see the patient sprinting towards the exit.

"Hey!" Barked Jerry, who also started running towards the man. "Stop him!"

There was only one thing on Doug's mind at the moment. (y/n). Where was she?

Getting an unsettling feeling in his stomach, he ran to the trauma room only for the feeling to be confirmed. (y/n) was unconscious, laying face down on the floor in a small puddle of blood. Doug's heart fell to his stomach.

"No, no, no. (y/n). Help!" He cried, sliding down next to her.

Gently as he could, Doug rolled her over onto her back just as Mark entered the room.

"What happened!?" He asked, kneeling beside her.

Doug's suave attitude was gone and was replaced by fear. "I-I don't know. We heard a crash and then saw the...the patient! He ran out and must have pushed her or something."

With a sigh, Greene quickly grabbed some gauze from the counter, placing it on the gash. "Okay. Let's get her up."

Doug didn't hear a word he said. He couldn't look away from her bloodstained face, and the way her beautiful (y/h/c) hair was now matted with the crimson substance.

"Doug! Let's go!" Mark repeated, grabbing his friend's shoulder tightly, successfully breaking his trance.

"Yeah. I got her," he whispered, sliding his arms around her back and knees, carrying her bridal style into the closest empty trauma room.

As he laid (y/n) on the gurney, Carole quickly ushered him out of the room.

"Carole, please!"

She placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Doug. You know the rules. We'll take care of her."

As the door closed behind her, all Doug could do was stand and wait, suddenly understanding how their patient's families feel. Tears stung his eyes as the situation finally hit him. With a shaky sigh, he ran his hand slowly down his face, sliding down a nearby wall.

She was going to be alright.

She had to be.

The first thing (y/n) was aware of was the dull pulse in her head. Disoriented, she squinted her eyes with a groan as the bright fluorescent lights forced her to shut them again.

"(Y/n)?" A voice asked quietly.

She knew that voice.

"Come on, sweetheart. You can do it." They whispered, squeezing her hand gently.

Doug.

"Lights." she croaked, voice gravelly from lack of use.

Within seconds, the room became dark, and she cracked her eyes before fully opening them.

"Well, hello there, sleepyhead. How're you' feeling?"

At the sight of Doug's red-rimmed eyes and worried face, her heart hurt.

"My head hurts. What happened?"

Doug took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. "Your patient bolted and pushed you. You hit your head and got a nasty gash with a concussion."

Furrowing her brows, (y/n) reached up to her forehead, only to be stopped by Doug. "Baby, don't touch it."

She began to smart off at him but the words died in her throat when she saw what he was wearing. "No! The game! What time is it?"

Doug didn't even bother checking his watch. "It doesn't matter, (y/n/n). The only thing that matters is that you're okay. We can always go to another Bulls game."

"I'm sorry, Doug."

Reaching up, he gently rubbed her hairline, careful of the bandages and bruising surrounding it. "Sweetheart, it's fine. Really."

"I love you so much," she paused, tears filling her eyes. "Thanks for canceling your plans for me."

"I'd cancel plans for you anytime. And I love you too. Now, get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up," he said, kissing her softly on her cheek.

As he leaned back into his chair, he heard her small voice. "Can y-you lay here with me? I always sleep better with you here."

"Of course," he grinned, carefully climbing into the bed, and pulling her into his arms. "Goodnight."

Sleep lured her in as she mumbled. "Goodnight, Dougie."

Sighing softly, Doug closed his eyes and let sleep take him, relishing the feeling of her being safe in his arms once again.

[multifandomloversthings]

Does anyone write John Carter x reader fanfics I’ve been obsessed with ER lately but I know it’s a pretty old show so I thought I would ask :)

[lostaroace]

Unseen | ER John Carter x Reader (ch.2)

Series Masterlist

Chapter One — Chapter Three

Pairings: John Carter x Fem!Reader

Summary of the chapter: Let’s know a little more about John Carter and Y/N’s relationship in their first years.

Word Count: 2171

Unseen ER | Chapter Two.

Every story starts from the beginning, and the story between John Carter and Y/N L/N had, also, a beginning. Far into their third year as med students, both of them were accepted into the County General teaching program; up until that point, none of them had met. Carter had done more "fancy" specialties like dermatology, while Y/N had been more enthusiastic about trauma situations, which obviously means that she was way more prepared to be in the Emergency rotation than him.

John Carter's medical tug had its origin in the death of his baby brother. God, he missed him. Bobby was John's partner in crime and mischief until he got sick; then John became his brother's confident and rock. Both children were well aware of the pain and uncertainty in their parents' eyes; there was nothing they could do to help Bobby. He was going to die, no matter what the doctors tried. John made up his mind then. He was going to become a doctor.

The Carters were old money in Chicago. They had different companies and foundations, and although they understood the point of helping those with fewer resources, the truth is that apart from giving them money, they didn't do much. After Bobby's death, John's parents suffocated in their grief, ignoring his remaining child, who grew up with his grandparents and an open mind. He wanted a change, and he wanted to be part of said change. Of course, the family allowed him to study medicine, although they kept envisioning his future as head of the Carter company without asking about his opinion. He had no voice.

Although John grew up surrounded by money and fancy items, he had principles, expectations, and goals. He wanted to be a surgeon. Why? Well, it was the most difficult specialty, of course. If he was able to pull out a good performance, if he was able to understand, learn, and use the knowledge to help people from the darkness of death, then he could happily go to his family and say: "My work as a doctor is more useful than being in the company; give it to Chase, he will do just fine."

What John didn't expect was the fact that working in the ER was more exciting, electrifying, and rewarding. He fell in love with the rush, the quiet, the work against the clock, the delivery of babies in taxis… Yeah, even the complaints weren't so bad after a few hours. He loved it; and he could totally understand why Y/N had always that bursting and contagious energy inside her body, glowing eyes, and determined stance– she lived for those moments in the ER.

Y/N had fit in perfectly with Doctor Mark Greene on the first night of their shift together. They worked together as if they had always done it. She didn't hesitate. She didn't vomit. She was home.

John, on the other hand, felt like a disaster. Doctor Peter Benton seemed to despise him and to enjoy torturing him, seeing him fail. Because he did fail. He hesitated. He vomited. He felt unworthy to be a doctor and that echoed in his mind just like the condescending affirmations of his grandmother.

Just in the middle of his first night, a shot wound came into trauma, and although he wanted to help… well, up until this point he had just specialized in simple things. John felt dizzy and nauseous, and Benton just dismissed him with an "I don't need you anyway" which was fair, but ouch. He went outside, to the cold Chicago air. He crouched with the stethoscope between his hands, pressing it to his forehead, trying to calm his breathing.

John Carter, the failure.

Mark Greene came looking for him. His calm steps echoed like there was nothing else but him and the Emergency entrance. Greene was not like Benton; he looked and was kind. He was interested in the students' improvements, and in the professionals' well-being under his wing in the ER. As he approached John, he kept his distance. He gave him privacy by not looking straight at him, and not invading his personal space.

"I thought I was gonna be sick… I'm sorry." Carter confessed with a sigh.

"Don't ever say you're sorry," Mark advised. "See, there're two kinds of doctors: there's the kind that gets rid of their feelings and the kind that keeps them," he explained as he closed the distance with the student. "If you're going to keep your feelings you're going to get sick from time to time, that's just how it works."

John leaned his head against the wall behind him, feeling the cold concrete clash with the hotness of his skull. Mark Greene, with his green scrubs, round frameless glasses, and his hands behind his back, seemed both strong and kind.

"Keep your head down," he ordered; his voice sterner than before.

John knew that his nausea was easier to die if he did as he was told, but he took his time to comply, undoing his tie. Greene crouched right in front of him. He had been approaching the student as if he was some sort of wounded wild animal in need of help; he was to some extent.

"People come in here and they're sick, dying, and bleeding… and they need our help. Helping them is more important than how we feel." Carter nodded to Greene's words. "But it still a pain in the ass sometimes," he added, wanting to break the solemn tone of the atmosphere between them. Carter broke with a soft breath of a laugh, that kind that fights against the will to cry. "Sometimes I just want to quit and do something else," Greene claimed, and whether it was the truth or a lie, no one could tell. They shared a look, searching for an answer they didn't have. "Why don't you take a few more minutes?"

"Yeah…"

Mark Greene got up and started walking towards the hospital, in slow steps, looking back. "By the way, I was in medical school with Benton. He used to get sick all the time so don't let him give you any crap. Okay? You're gonna be fine."

That talk engraved itself in John Carter's memory with fire. Whenever he felt useless, restless, frustrated, alone… Mark Greene's words echoed in his mind.

Mark Greene was a good teacher.

He was a good doctor.

He was–

Yeah. He was.

He didn't have that talk with Y/N, there was no need for it because she already knew that. Greene could feel and see the fire in her determination to be good to the patients, to help them, to keep her own emotions and feelings, and be empathic but not to the point of ending up suffocated with her own remorse. He talked to her, of course.

"You can't save them all," he said. "You can try; we all do. Yes, sometimes is our fault as doctors because we have not done the proper thing. Yet sometimes it just happens no matter how hard we tried."

"I could've–"

"No," he cut her off, "you couldn't have. All the what-ifs that are running through that head of yours have only one purpose: to make you a better doctor. Don't punish yourself, Y/N; just learn."

Shearing their learnings was something that unified Y/N and Carter during that time. It made them stronger, although it could be quite tense at times.

John Carter was a cutie, which he was well aware of, obviously. He was tall and slim, with perfectly smooth brown hair, lovely doe eyes, and a crocket smile; half adorable and half mischievous. He was fun and witty and kind and smart and– and– Yeah, Y/N fell deep for him. Who could've blamed her? Really? Carter had some sort of magnet that made people like him, whether romantically or platonically, didn't matter.

The first time she asked him out on a date, he stuttered, looked around, and with all the kindness of his heart, said "I don't think we should. I'm… I mean, we're going to be seeing each other here all the time and it would be weird if it doesn't work like– I don't know."

Y/N understood that, and although she felt her face hot with shame, she gave him a big smile and a nod. They didn't talk about it anymore. Of course, she ended up finding out about the crush he had on Susan Lewis. She did not correspond with his feelings, though Y/N was certain it was more about the teacher-student situation than Susan being immune to Carter's charms. Then, the next year (1995), he started something with Harper Tracy, very quietly at first; Y/N only found out when Carter comforted Ross about him sleeping with a student. That was awkward. Y/N had to agree to some extent that it was better not to be caught in the middle of a mess like that one.

She felt like a fool, nonetheless. Y/N avoided Carter for some time, which wasn't that hard as their shifts were opposite most of the time.

They were on their psychiatric rotation when they spoke again.

Carter had been feeling restless lately. He loved surgery, he wanted to become a surgeon, and he knew that the rotation between all the departments in the hospital was required for his final grades. However, his skin crawled with anticipation every time they received a consult call from the ER. Oh, boy, how much he enjoyed going down there, changing the quietness from psychiatric for the healthy noise from the ER… yeah, that was life. Unable to stop himself, he found his emotions mixing and tangling in awful ways, torturing his mind. He needed air and he resourced to go upstairs, to the helicopter's landing space on the roof of the hospital.

This is where he found her.

Y/N was bracing herself on the ledge, her eyes lost in the Chicago skyline that was lighting up as the sun kept hiding for the night, her hair a mess blessed by the wind. She took a long breath; she held it closing her eyes, and then she let go of it. Carter observed how with the air in her lungs, her tension left her body.

"You're not gonna jump, are you?" He tried to joke distastefully. His arms were crossed around his body, trying to keep the warmth.

Y/N gave him a look on top of her shoulder, acknowledged his presence, and turned again to face the city. John took that as an invitation and walked towards the ledge too.

"Hey, there, stranger," he smiled.

"Hi."

The silence felt heavy and suffocating. "It's something wrong?" She shrugged instead of giving him an answer. "Y/N, please. Talk to me. I miss you."

"You do know that I have feelings for you, don't you?" He snorted as if she was just playing a prank. The look of sadness in her eyes made him go pale and open his mouth, looking for an excuse. "Save it. Look, if you don't like me like that I totally get it, Carter. Just– Don't lie to me again."

"I have not lied to you."

"No. You gave me a shitty excuse and you forget." The shadow of recognition flashed through his face. "Yup."

"It's different."

"Oh, pray tell me, how much different it is."

"My relationship with Harper started out of fun. We meant nothing to get out of it. There's no pressure for it to go somewhere."

"And ours does?" She laughed skeptically and hurt.

"Of course!" John burst.

The silence fell upon them once again. Feeling like her heart was shattering, Y/N focused her eyes on a big building away from them; the wind slapping her face with cold indifference. Carter, blushing uncomfortably, danced from one foot to another, feeling colder and colder as he stood leaning on the ledge.

"We have something now. Something big. I trust you. I– I like you very much. But this– this thing, whatever it is, could explode and break and destroy everything in its path if we misstep." John felt his stomach clench. "Think about this. If we start something, it's going to be something big."

"I only asked you out for a coffee, Carter," she spat, looking at him dead in the eyes.

"I know…" he whispered, taken aback. "That would've led into dinner. Another date. Then another. A relationship. Marriage… Just– I'm not ready for something that steady now. I feel that if we start something I'm going to ruin it. Can't we just be friends? Good friends. The best friends the world has ever seen?"

Stupid.

Fuck, so uncomfortably stupid, and yet…

"Yeah," she sighed. "I guess."

While they decided on that and Carter definitely enjoyed the arrangement quite a lot, she hid her suffering for the lonely nights in her small apartment, covered in bed, sobbing against her pillow.

Yeah, stupid. 

To be continued…

[dickgrcyscns]

Snowfall

Snowfall, John Carter x Female!Reader.

Summary: In which keeping a marriage secret is really difficult. Especially when the both of you are bad at secrets and it's been months of you working around everyone. 

Set During: Season One

Word Count: 2,169 words

Gif used not mine!

Life was full of surprises, you had learned that pretty quickly in the emergency room. And you learned early on to take advantage of the breaks you were given, whether that be due to the weather or because one of the residents (and sometimes an attending) told you to take one. This time around it was for a reason a bit more exciting. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that the snow elicited in you, after all you had grown up in Chicago and spent hundreds of days playing out in the snow. Staring out the window, listening to the quiet hums of the emergency room with no patients, you thought back to the days you would spend out in the snow. Often you found yourself at the Carter family home, running around in the snow with John as his grandmother stood by the window watching you guys play. It was in the snow that you realized your feelings for him. You were fourteen, rolling around in the snow after he had tackled you down to the ground. Your faces were inches apart and for a split second a part of you wanted to close the distance, press your lips against his own. But some part of you stopped that from happening then. 

And looking back at it, that was one of your biggest regrets. You wished you had taken control earlier than when you did. Nothing could change anything, although, and at least you ended up with him in the end. Of course, you still kicked yourself for falling in love with your best friend. Especially since you had promised yourself that you would never do such a thing. (Then again, who didn’t make promises to themselves that would eventually fall through). Now that you two have been together since you were eighteen, and married for just over two years, everything else seemed small. All of the moments of what could have been seem minuscule in comparison to you guys actually being together. 

“Y/l/n?” You turned your head away from the window, smiling at Susan who had called out your name. “We just pulled a prank on Carter and we’re about to have him find out, so if you want to come and watch.”

“I would love to do nothing more than watch this.” Standing up, you walked into the admit area and stood next to Lydia. “What did you do to him?”

“Just something fun,” Mark smiled. “You’re lucky you weren’t sleeping.”

“Sleep is for the weak,” you mumbled, waving your hand in the air. “Let’s get on with the show.” 

Mark grabbed the intercom from behind him, holding it for a few seconds before he pressed the button. He let out a short laugh before speaking into it, “Doctor Carter stat trauma one, Doctor Carter stat trauma one.”

You leaned onto the counter, arms resting and holding most of your body weight as noises came out from exam room four. A smile formed on your lips when the door opened abruptly, John tumbling out from behind it with a cast on his leg. Laughing, you brought one of your hands up to cover your mouth as John walked closer to everyone standing in the room. He pointed a finger between everyone, a smile playing on his lips as he accused all of you for the cast. The finger landed on you, which made you scoff in response. “Y/n,” John said softly, “did you do this to me?”

You blinked. “No.”

“I have a hard time believing that.”

“I have better things to be doing,” you shrugged. “The cast is cute though, I suggest you keep it.”

“I hate you,” John mumbled, shaking his head. “I’m guessing it was you two then?” He pointed at Susan and Mark who shared a playful look. “Can someone please take it off?”

“I agree with Y/l/n’s statement, it looks cute,” Mark smiled, patting your shoulder. “I’m not taking it off.”

“Neither am I.” Susan grabbed her mug of coffee from the admit desk, walking back to the lounge. “Have fun with that Carter!”

“Thanks!” John screamed out sarcastically, watching as everyone but you walked away from the area as if nothing was wrong. Your care-free persona shifted almost immediately, allowing your soft side to show as you looked over John’s expression. “So now you want to be sweet?”

“I can’t act normal around you,” you felt your cheeks heat up. “They would catch on.”

“And if they did?”

“I’m not sure.” Biting at your tongue, you smiled a little. You reached out to touch his cheek for a fleeting moment, quickly pulling it back before anyone around could see you two. “I would really love to kiss you right now, though.”

“Me too.”

“Snow days just remind me of when we were younger and I would come over to your grandmothers house,” you smiled softly, a chuckle leaving John’s lips. “Do you not remember?”

“Oh no, I do. You would drop by around eight in the morning,” John sat down, angrily tapping on the cast. “That time was when my grandmother was awake and I was still asleep, so you’d spend time with gamma and talk to her. But you were always there when I woke up, effortlessly beautiful. It was unfair, really.”

You leaned down, looking to make sure no one could see you before whispering in his ear, “You know, I always wanted to kiss you in the snow.”

“In the snow?” John mumbled back. “It’s a good things there's a lot of that going around.”

“Do you think they would notice if we just, I don't know, went missing?”

“Probably so,” John pursed his lips, a nod falling from his head. “Seems worth the risk though.”

“It wouldn’t kill us if they found out,” you shrugged innocently. “I mean, I’d just be kissing my husband. It’s not like we have any patients to worry about.”

“Other than myself.”

“Right, sorry. Other than John Carter who is stuck in a cast he doesn't need.”

“No one from the outside knows that,” John stood up. “For all they know, I’m injured.”

You rolled your eyes, walking towards the doors to the ambulance bay. John followed after you, smiling at the sight of the snow falling to the ground. When the cold air enveloped you, you took in a slight breath. Hugging your jacket closer to your body, you looked up at the sky. It was the kind of weather people expected in Chicago, cold and snowy. This time it had the added bonus of being December, which meant there was the possibility for a white Christmas. You loved it when it snowed at Christmas time, it just made the season feel right. John stood beside you, one of his arms resting lightly against your waist. Neither one of you moved to find a remote space, which meant neither one of you were necessarily trying to hide the relationship from the people inside. In fact, if you cared enough you probably would have noticed their faces in the windows of the lobby and the lounge. 

“You know,” John mumbled into your ear, “this would be a lot more fun if we kissed right now.”

“I can think of things more fun than kissing,” you smiled, turning so your body faced his. “Too bad we’re at work right now.”

“So that's how this is going to go?”

“How?”

“With you teasing me.”

“Sure seems like it,” you nodded, a playful smirk on your lips. “I love you, did you know that?”

“Surprisingly, I don’t think I did. Did you know that I love you as well?” 

“Can’t say I was aware of that fact.”

“Strange how that happens.”

“Quite.”

“Are we just going to do this until I kiss you?” John questioned as your lips came closer to each others. 

“I could do this all day,” you whispered against his lips.

“I know you could,” he whispered against yours. 

“Just kiss me.”

“Say no more.”

John quickly pressed his lips to yours, hands coming to cup your cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his neck, curving your body into his. When you two broke apart, you took a few seconds to open your eyes. You were content with everything in that moment. The kiss, the smile on your lips, your husband, and especially the snow that continued to fall around you. When you opened your eyes, you were met with John’s brown doe eyes staring at you. He had a boyish grin stuck on his lips as he pulled you in for another kiss and then another and then another. 

“They’re bound to know now,” you laughed, pulling your arms away from his neck. “At least, they know something. We could keep the fact that we’re married away from them if you want.”

“If we don’t tell them, it’ll keep them guessing.”

“But if we do tell them, we could probably kiss more often while here.”

“This is why you’re the smarter one of the two of us.”

“I’m not surprised,” You began to pull off your coat as you walked in the doors. “I mean, I’m me and you’re you. Of course I’m the smart one.”

“I know that I said that, but it still hurts.”

“Says the one who didn’t wake up when Doctor Greene and Doctor Lewis were putting a cast on your leg,” You laughed, walking into the lounge and putting your coat in your locker. Mark and Susan shared a look, a smirk on their lips. 

“So,” Mark drawled out, a brow raised. “Anything you’d like to tell us?”

“The snow is pretty,” you smiled innocently, putting your stethoscope around your neck. “Don’t you agree John?”

“Definitely, it’s very pretty,” John nodded in response. “I just love when there’s snow outside.”

“Me too.”

“Reminds me of being a kid.”

“And when we would just terrorize your parents until they yelled at us to get out,” you mumbled, pushing at John’s shoulder as the four of you walked out to the admit desk. “God, your dad hated me.”

“Your dad didn’t like me much more,” John retorted. “He really hated me after we started to date.” Your face dropped a little, a smile forming on your lips when everyone in the admit area turned towards you two. His eyes went wide for a moment as he realized what he just said. You let out a slight laugh as Carol walked into the room. 

“Did you just say,” Haleh smiled, pointing a finger between you and John. “Date?”

“I,” John stumbled on his words, making you shake your head. 

“John and I are married,” you shrugged, trying to divert any attention away from it. “Nothing too abnormal going on here. So, how are you guys doing?”

“Married?” Carol blinked a few times, her eyebrows drawing together as she looked between you two. 

“We’ve been together since we were eighteen,” John smiled. “We got married at twenty-one.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone here?” Susan leaned back on the desk, a laugh leaving her lips. “I always thought you two had something going on though. The longing glances were getting old.”

“Personally, I thought it was cute,” Haleh laughed, shaking her head. “Carter’s puppy dog eyes were really the selling point.”

“It was Y/n’s pout that tugged at my heart,” Lydia popped in, making your cheeks flame. “Seriously, all she had to do was jut out her bottom lip and Carter would do anything she wanted.”

“We should have realized this a while ago,” Connie laughed.

"Don’t hold it against yourselves. Honestly, we should have told everyone from the get-go. It’s not like it changes everything for us.”

“You two are cute together,” Carol smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder. She paused, turning back towards you with a wide grin. “Can we see your ring?”

“What?”

“Your ring, can we see it? You don’t wear it on your finger.” Carol grabbed at your hand, holding it in front of your own face. 

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You grabbed at the chain around your neck, unclasping it so you could take your rings off of it. Sliding them on, you smiled a little at them. Your engagement ring was his great-grandmothers, you always found yourself staring at it. Each time you found something new about it: a different knick on the metal on the ring. Each time you often wondered about how it got there. Carol took hold of your hand again once the rings were on it, eyes wide and a smile growing. 

“How’d you afford this Carter?” 

“Family heirloom,” John mumbled, running his hand across the back of his neck. “I definitely wouldn’t be able to afford a diamond that large.”

You bit back a laugh (because the both of you could buy hundreds of diamonds that size if you wanted to), “Not at all.”

At least the snowfall did one good thing (other than stopping the E.R. from constant use), you and John didn’t have to hide anymore. 

[castielli]

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(a -> z)

BARBIE

Allan

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

Alejandro Vargas

Alex Keller

Drew Stiles

Frank Aiello

Gaz Garrick

Ghost Riley

John Price

Joseph Turner

Phillip Graves

Red Daniels

Robert Zussman

Rudy Parra

Soap MacTavish

Vladimir Makarov

William Pierson

CRIMINAL MINDS

Luke Alvez

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Spencer Reid

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

Gavin

Hank

Josh

Luther

Markus

RK900

Simon

DIVERGENT

Caleb Prior

Four

Peter

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Albus Dumbledore

Credence Barebone

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Theseus Scamander

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

GLADIATOR I / II

Caracalla

Commodus

Geta

Lucius Verus

Marcus Acacius

Maximus Decimus

Ravi

HARRY POTTER

Cedric Diggory

Charlie Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Oliver Wood

Percy Weasley

Remus Lupin

Ron Weasley

Seamus Finnigan

Sirius Black

Tom Riddle

Viktor Krum

HUNGER GAMES

Cato

Coriolanus Snow (young)

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Haymitch Abernathy

Marvel

Peeta Mellark

Sejanus Plinth

LA CASA DE PAPEL

Berlín

Denver

El Profesor

Palermo

Río

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Alex Summers

Bobby Drake

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Charles Xavier

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Druig

Eddie Brock

Erik Lehnsherr

Hank McCoy

Ikaris

Jake Lockey

Loki Laufeyson

Marc Spector

Matt Murdock

Mobius M. Mobius

Peter Maximoff

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Peter Quill

Phil Coulson

Pietro Maximoff

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Sam Wilson

Scott Lang

Scott Summers

Shang-chi

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

Steven Grant

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Wanda Maximoff

Wolverine

MAZE RUNNER

Gally

Minho

Newt

Thomas

NCIS

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

Timothy McGee

NOW YOU SEE ME

Chase McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

RIVERDALE

Archie Andrews

Chic

Fangs Fogarty

FP Jones

Hiram Lodge

Jughead Jones

Kevin Keller

Moose Mason

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea

SCREAM

Billy Loomis

Casey Becker

Dewey Riley

Randy Meeks

Sidney Prescott

Stu Macher

Tatum Riley

SHAMELESS

Carl Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

SHERLOCK

Greg Lestrade

Jim Moriarty

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Finn

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Poe Dameron

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove

Dimitri

Eddie Munson

Jason Carver

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Steve Harrington

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

SUPERNATURAL

Bobby (platonic)

Castiel

Chuck

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

TEEN WOLF

Aiden Steiner

Corey Bryant

Danny Mahealani

Derek Hale

Ethan Steiner

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Liam Dunbar

Mason Hewitt

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

THE BOYS

Billy Butcher

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

MM

Soldier Boy

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Alan McCarthy

Bernard

Cowboy

Donald

Emory

Hank

Harold

Larry

Michael

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last seasons🥱)

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Number Five

Viktor Hargreeves

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Aaron Raleigh

Abraham Ford

Daryl Dixon

Doug

Dwight

Eugene Porter

Glenn Rhee

Kenny

Lee Everett

Mark

Morgan Jones

Negan Smith

Paul Jesus Rovia

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

Simon

Spencer Monroe

The Governor

WHITE COLLAR

Clinton Jones

Mozzie (platonic)

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

911 (and LONE STAR)

Bobby Nash

Carlos Reyes

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

Owen Strand

Paul Strickland

TK Strand

CHRISTIAN BALE

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

PEDRO PASCAL

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

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☆What I write☆~

I write character x character, and character x reader.

♡Romantic♡, ◇Platonic◇, whatever.

Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Yandere, Poly Relationships, Character Reactions, Character Diary Entries, Light Nsfw, Female, Gender Neutral And Male Readers/Characters

♡Gay♡ and ☆Not Gay☆

Headcanons, fics, one-shots, maybe Au's....

Fandoms I write for. (It's all games. I'm not sorry.)

Until Dawn~

Josh Washington

Chris Hartley

Ashley Brown

Sam Giddings

Mike Munroe

Jess Riley

Emily Davis

Matt Taylor

Beth Washington

Hannah Washington

The Quarry~

Jacob Custos

Emma Mountebank

Nick Furcillo

Abigail Blyg

Max Brinly

Laura Kearney

Kaitlyn Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Ryan Erzhalher

Travis Hackett

Chris Hackett

Bobby Hackett

Life is Strange~

Season 1~

Max Caulfield

Chloe Price

Warren Graham

Nathan Prescott

Victoria Chase

Kate Marsh

Mark Jefferson

Before The Storm~

Chloe Price

Rachel Amber

Steph Gingrich

Nathan Prescott

Samantha Myers

Season 2~

Sean Diaz

Daniel Diaz

Cassidy

Finn

True colours~

Alex Chen

Steph Gingrich

Ryan Lucan

Gabe Chen

Charlotte Harmon

Jason Pike

Bioshock~

Bioshock 1~

Jack Wynand

Atlas

Frank Fontaine

Bridget Tenenbaum

The Little Sisters

The Big Daddies

Bioshock 2~

Subject Delta

Augustus Sinclair

Eleanor Lamb

Sophia Lamb

Grace Holloway

Stanley Poole

Gil Alexander

Mark Meltzer

The Big Sisters

Bioshock Infinite~

Elizabeth Comstalk

Booker DeWitt

Songbird

The Walking Dead: Telltale~

Season 1~

Lee Everett

Clementine

Kenny

Lily

Carley

Doug

Mark

Ben Paul

Christa

Omid

Season 2~

Clementine

Luke

Nick

Sarah

Kenny

Season 3~

Javi Garcia

Kate Garcia

Gabe Garcia

Clementine

Tripp

Jesus

Season 4~

Clementine

Violet

Louis

Mitch

AJ

Tenn

James

Lily

Minerva

Detroit: Become Human~

Connor

Hank

Kara

Alice

Luther

Ralph

Marcus

North

Simon

Josh

The Last Of Us~

Part 1~

Ellie

Joel

Tommy

Henry

Sam

Marlene

Riley

Part 2~

Ellie

Joel

Dina

Jesse

Tommy

Abby

Owen

Lev

Yara

Uncharted~

Drake's Fortune~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Among Thieves~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Harry Flynn

Drake's Deception~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Talbot

A Thieves End~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Sam Drake

Rafe Adler

Nadine Ross

Doki Doki Literature Club~

Monika

Sayori

Yuri

Natsuki

Road 96~

Zoe

John

Fanny

Alex

Stan

Mitch

Sonya

Jarod

☆Overall Note☆~ All Under 18 Characters Will Be Platonic, Unless Shipped With A Character Of The Same Age.♡

♡Protect the Children♡

◇What I won't write◇~

Heavy Nsfw

Non-Con/ Dub-Con

Pedophilia

Insest

Self Harm

Suicide

Big Age-Gap Relationships

Cheating (Except Comfort)

Send Requests, I'm Depressed💐

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Masterlist

Fics i have done!

Fandoms i write for!

Young justice

Kaldur'ahm/Aqualad

Megan morse/Miss martian

Connor kent/Superboy

Artemis crock/Tigress

Jaime reyes/Blue beetle

Cassie sandsmark/Wondergirl

Wally west/Kidflash

Barbara gordon/Batgirl

CSI Vegas

Sara sidle

Nick stokes

Mia dickerson

Greg sanders

Catherine willows

Warrick brown

Riley adams

Gil grissom

M*A*S*H*

Benjamin hawkeye pierce

Margaret hot lips houlihan

B.J. hunnicutt

Margie cutler

Radar o'reilly

Kellye yamoto

John mulcahy

Stranger things

Nancy wheeler

Dustin henderson

Max mayfield

Jonathan byers

Robin buckley

Steve harrison

Jane hopper/el

Lucas Sinclair

Joyce byers

Mike wheeler

Barbara holland

Jim hopper

CSI Miami

Walter simmons

Yelena salazar

Ryan wolfe

Natalia boa vista

Eric delko

Calliegh duquesne

Horatio caine

Alexx woods

Jesse cardoza

Marisol delko

Marvel

Kate bishop

Clint barton

Natasha romanoff

T'challa

Cassandra lang

Sam wilson

Kamala khan

Bucky barnes

Shuri

Bruce banner

Mortal kombat

Kung jin

Skarlet

Hanzo hasashi

Sonya blade

Kuai liang

Jaqui briggs

Johnny cage

Kitana

Takeda takashi

Jade

Jax briggs

Cassie cage

Resident evil

Claire redfield

Carlos olivera

Sherry birkins

Leon kennedy

Jill valentine

Jake muller

Helena harper

Chris redfield

Alice

NCIS NOLA

Chris laselle

Loretta wade

Sebastian lund

Hannah khoury

Patton plame

Sonja percy

Dwayne pride

Tammy gregario

Final destination

Clear rivers

Lewis romaro

Wendy christensen

Kevin horton

Carrie dryer

Kevin fischer

Kimberly corman

Thomas burke

Alex browning

The mighty ducks

Fulton reed

Julie gaffney

Adam banks

Charlie conway

Dean portman

Guy germaine

Dwayne robertson

Luiz mendoza

Connie monreau

Criminal minds

Emily prentiss

Spencer reid

Jennifer jareau

Aaron hotchner

Kate callahan

Derek morgan

Penelope garcia

Luke alvez

Tara lewis

Matt simmons

Trauma center

Derek stiles

Angie thompson

Gabriel cunningham

Elena salazar

Erhard miller

Naomi kimishima

Markus vaughn

Valerie blaylock

ER

Susan lewis

Mark greene

Carol hathaway

Doug ross

Kerry weaver

Gregory pratt

Samantha taggart

John carter

Cate banfield

Luka kovac

Harry potter

Cedric diggory

Luna lovegood

Harry potter

Ginny weasley

Remus lupin

Narcissa malfoy

Ron weasley

Nymphodora tonks

Sirius black

Marlene mckinnon

Draco malfoy

Fleur declour

Blaise zabini

Hermione granger

Kingdom hearts

Namine

Riku

Kairi

Sora

Aqua

Terra

Xion

Ventus

Roxas

Xmen

Charles xavier

Ororo munroe

Warren worthington

Kitty pryde

Kurt wagner

Illyana rasputin

Erik leshnerr

Raven darkholme

Logan

Marie d'ancanto

Peter maximoff

Jubliee

Pixie

Pixie o'brien

Harland mckenna

Frank mccullen

Final fantasy

Cloud strife

Oerba dia vanille

Snow villers

Tifa lockhart

Hope esthiem

Oerba yun fang

Vincent valentine

Lighting farron

Zack fair

Aerith gainsborough

Narnia

Lucy pevensie

Peter pevensie

Susan pevensie

Edmund pevensie

Mr tumnus

Prince caspian

NCIS LA

Marty deeks

Shay mosley

Sam hanna

Kensi blye

G callen

Fatima nazami

Eric beale

Harley hidoko

Nell jones

Code lyoko

Aelita schaffer

Odd della robbia

Yumi ishiyama

Ulrich stern

Milly solovieff

William dunbar

Tamiya diop

Jeremy belpois

Triple frontier

Will "ironhead" miller

Frankie "catfish" morales

Benny miller

Santiago "pope" garcia

The night shift

Landry de la cruz

Joey chavez

Gwen gaskin

Kenny fornette

Jordan alexander

Michael ragosa

Drew allister

Shannon rivera

TC callahan

Ewan mcgregor characters

Catcher block

Dan torrance

Perry makepeace

Christopher robin

Rodney copperbottom

Robert lewis

Alex law

Edward bloom

Star wars

Crosshair

Cara dune

Luke skywalker

Aayla secura

Hunter

Din djarin

Padme amidala

Cal kestis

Rey skywalker

Obi wan kenobi

Bo katan kryze

Qui gon jin

Tech

Ahsoka tano

Poe dameron

Leia organa

Echo

Finn

Iden versio

Del meeko

Wrecker

Misc 1

Jack mercer

Mason "mace" brown

Spike spiegel

Toph

Lu fox

Elizabeth martinson

Casi

Laney boggs

Max lewinsky

Mahtilda

Flip zimmerman

Nani pelekai

Murphy macmanus

Korra

Lu fox

Samantha caine

Bill s prescott

Iris

Zack siler

Rachel

David abbott

Marta

Jed eckhart

Tess finnegan

Ryan williams

Barbara novak

Ted logan

Toni

Eugene/vida boheme

Tris prior

Murtagh morzzansson

Skeeter

Christian

Stephanie speck

John wick

Viola eade

Jonathan levy

Evey hammond

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Casey jones

Marni

Elliot alderson

Misc 2

Chris chambers

Andie anderson

Michael perry

Beatrix "the bride" kiddo

Elliott

Quinn fabray

Benjamin barry

Dani rojas

Billy/four

Daphne moon

Javi gutierrez

Allison reynolds

Hector villanueva

April o'neil

Ned tash

Kara

Don billingsley

Asami sato

Beau hutton

Monica long dutton

Joey coalter

Celine naville

Sam munroe

[shelbgrey]

Dating Doug Ross headcanons:

Paring: Doug Ross x Greene!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Doug Ross dating Mark Greene's little sister after she moves back to Chicago (Greys anatomy/ER crossover AU) -SMUT warning

💙MasterList ML2 💙Dating Mood board

So how did you end up here you may ask. You were originally living in Seattle, doing your residency at Seattle Grace Hospital. You could have easily gotten a job at the hospital your older brother Mark worked at in Chicago, but you thought your place was in Seattle.

You made some good friends and even got a boyfriend. Your guy just happened to be Derek Shepherd. It was hard for the first few months, you missed your brother and his daughter and the work was stressful, but other than that it was going fine. That was untill you found out Derek was married.

You couldn't deal with the stress anymore, people were judging you and it was getting harder and harder to get work done, so you called your brother and decided to make the move back to Chicago.

You didn't tell anyone you were leaving or moving except for Mark, so when you didn't make to Chicago on time it got Mark worried.

You were used to the crazy weather in Chicago since you grew up there, but you weren't really used to driving in it.

Everything happened so fast, between the snow storm and the drunk driver behind you, you didn't stand a chance. The car spung out and hit you.

You made it to Chicago cook hospital, but not in the way anyone expected.

Mark was too stunned to do anything, paralyzed in the corner when he saw the paramedics rush you in. Even though Doug was a Peds surgeon, he wanted to help the best he could.

Thankfully the surgery was successful and Doug offered to stay with you so Mark could get some rest.

When you woke up, Doug was the first thing you saw. You watched the handsome man work on charts next to your bed. When he noticed you were awake, he smiled softly. “hey, nice to see you were awake”

“yeah... That hurt like a bitch” I mumbled. Doug chuckled and checked your eyes with a small flashlight. “yeah, I bet it did”

“I'm y/n Greene by the way” yoy winced when you tried to move in your hospital bed.

Doug placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, stopping you from moving so much. “hey, hey, don't move so much... And I'm Doug Ross”

You looked up at him with puppy eyes. You couldn't deny how handsome he was. There was just somthing about his smile and eyes that made you forget about the pain.

You only knew of him by name, your brother would talk about him a lot on the phone. You tired ingnore the attraction you had for him since you just went through a break up and it didn't end well. You knew not everyone was like that, but you felt to scared right now.

You also knew Mark would have a cow if you and Doug even consider being an item, hell Mark didn't even know about Derek.

“you know this isn't how I planed on getting here” you joked, Doug smirked. “yeah, your brother told me you were going to work here... He was pretty excited”

You couldn't explain why it felt so easy to talk to him. Maybe because he was complety clueless to what happened in Seattle, he didn't hear the rumors and let it shape his opinion on me. I had a clean slate.

“yeah... Then I end up being a patient instead of taking care of one” you rolled your eyes, Doug smiled softly. “well, you'll be as good as new in no time... Mark told me you were going into pediatrics” Doug smirked.

“yeah”

Doug pulled up a chair next to your bed, his smirking getting bigger and more flirtatious. He rested his elbow on the bed with his fist against his cheek, staring at you with those eyes. “well, it's a good thing I'm in the same business... Maybe when you get discharged and can show you around”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “quite the charmer, aren't you?” you asked sarcastically.

And the charmer he was, if Mark wasn't in your room Doug was. Always coming in to talk or make you laugh. You couldn't explain why it felt so good to talk to him, I guess you could say it was refreshing.

Mark could see somthing brewing between you two, and he wasn't too sure about. Your best friend Susan Lewis was all for it though, she wanted to see the out come.

By the way. You and Susan went to medical school together and became best friends, she was so excited when she heard you'd be working together.

Anyway a few visits to your room became constant and to the point he was helping with physical therapy. Pushing your wheelchair and taking you there or catching you when you were about ready to fall.

The butterflies and the pounding in your heart was to constant to ignore now. You could deny all your feelings, but everyone saw it. What you could do was push away every time he got closer.

He noticed and frankly it hurt him, he thought he was doing something wrong. But he wasn't gonna give up. Then one day he just had to ask “the guy before me... Hurt you pretty bad, didn't he?”

You haven't even told him about Derek or Seattle. You weren't expecting him to ask that. “w-what do you mean?”

“I can see it... I was hurt too, ya know”

You knew he was talking about Carol. Mark brought her up when he was giving the millions of reasons why you shouldn't get involved with Doug. You could see the hurt and love in his eye, but you couldn't just bring it up to just yet.

“I uh.. Still feel pretty awful about the situation, I just can't tell you yet. I'm not ready for you to look at me differently”

Doug tried to understand, he nodded softly. “so, not yet?”

“not yet”

He knew her past wouldn't change his feelings for you, but he didn't push. Instead he just spent his time making you feel special and wanted you to fall in love with him.

He wanted to ask you out so bad, but he didn't want the date to be a typical one. You were also still a patient being discharged in a week. He was running out of time, so he asked Susan for advice.

“just don't try to impress her with anything fancy or expensive... That's not how she rolls. Just do something from the heart, you guys talk constantly. You'll figure something out”

So that night he was feeling spontaneous. He got you a wheelchair and rolled you down the hallway during the night shift. “where are you taking me?” you laughed as he made sharp turn and quickly went in to a elevator without being cought. You weren't technically supposed to leave the room.

“it's a suprise” is all he said and took you down stars to an old examination room no one used. It was huge and had hospital beds no one used.

Doug had cleaned it up then strung lights on the side of room you were using. Since you told him you liked movies, he stole barrowed a projector from one if the offices to use.

As small as the gesture may look too some people, it made your heart skip a beat. The fact he remembered small details and went out of his way to do this mare you feel things you hadn't felt with Derek.

“so, what do you think?” he asked, gently scooping you out of the wheelchair and sat you on one of the hospital beds. He smiled at you and turned on the projector before getting on the bed that was pushed against yours.

“this is really great... I didn't know you were this sweet” you joked.

“only for you” he said, you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but the truth. For the first time you felt like someone's first choice. You always felt like second choice to everyone. Derek, Meredith, everyone expect Doug and Susan.

You stared into his eyes and before you know it his hand was gently holding your cheek and his lips were planted on yours softly.

After that kiss you felt like you couldn't hide anything from him anymore. So you opened up about Seattle. Talked about Derek and Addison showing up, everything leading up your car accident.

“he lied to you... And hurt you, no of that was your fault... None of that changes the way I look or feel for you”

His words ment everything, but you still felt scared. You didn't want to get hurt again. “I'm scared... That this will end terribly too”

Doug shook his head and placed his hand on your cheek. “i'd never hurt you like he did... Or lie to you”

And he spoke nothing but the truth, and you believed him. For the first time it felt like everything would be alright.

He was there to help you heal both physically and emotionally. It was the little things that just made the recovery easier, rather it would be him sneaking in decent food for you or coming into your hospital room every chance he got.

He took his role as a boyfriend seriously.

Mark did put the fear of god in him when you started dating. Like really did, Mark and him were outside of the hospital messing around with a basketball. He bounced on the back of Doug's head when he found out. “calm down, Mark. You think I'm gonna lose the most amazing thing in my life”

He is your biggest supporter. Doug is your absolute number #1 fan, everything you do amazes him. You've never had a man supporting and encouraging you every day and night.

You guys are an absolute power couple in the Peds department, you guys just work so good together and just know what each other needs in the heat of the moment.

He's big on hand holding too, if your walking around the city your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had if your setting down at a table or something.

He loves forehead kisses, both giving and receiving. He's a big softy deep down and just loves it if you wake him up with a kiss on the forehead or come up to him while he's sitting down and working and plant a kiss on his head. Then is just easier to kiss your forehead since he's so much taller. It's also just means more in his eyes, it's not lust full or anything like that. It's his way to show his unconditional love for you.

He thinks It's adorable when you nuzzle your nose against his, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

He can also be a rough kisser, but mostly he's a passionate kisser. He pours all his love and emotions into it, he makes sure your the only one on this earth he wants to love.

He's so flirty with you. No matter how many years you've been together, he still thinks you're the sexiest, most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Like I said, he flirts with you so much. Some times he'll come up behind you while your working and whispere suggestive comment in your ear or grab your ass.

He's definitely an ass man, but he also loves your boobs. Sometimes if he's tired or just wants to he held by you, he'll rest his face between your breasts.

God, this man loves everything about you. You have a couple of tattoos, he wants to know about them. It doesn't matter what type of hair you have or if you like it or not, he loves it. He'll love your voice, body, personality... Everything.

He can't sleep without you, he's needs to be holding or hear your breathing to sleep peacefully. If your working the night shift at the hospital, he'll probably stay up late till you come home.

He leaves post-it notes all around the house for you. You find them everywhere. In your bag, the book your reading at the time. On top of your favourite cup. Stuck onto the mirror in the bathroom, if he has to get up and go to the hospital late into the night heal leave one on his pillow. He loves those little details. Loves to write you silly or romantic notes because he knows how much you love them.

This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.

“cuddle me?” he asked, giving you puppy eyes and holding his arms open. You smiled and cuddle up to his chest.

Becoming close friends with Carter and helping him out with becoming a doctor his first year. You also aren't afraid to put Peter in his place when he's being a jerk to him.

He's not afraid to defend you either, he'd be damed if someone talked bad or down to you. He's not afraid to put anyone in their place if they goes to far. “Back off, why don't you show her some respect”

If your in the kitchen cooking he's under your feet sampling everything. It's even worse when you get a dog because you have to move around them both.

He loves your cooking though.

He absolutely loves feeling your fingers run through his hair. He'll kill to have his head on your cheat while you play with his hair after a rough day at the hospital.

Speaking of hair, your not definitely not against it when he starts going gray, the salt and pepper look just works for him. “I think it's sexy, don't dye it”

You don't understand why he likes basketball so much, but your always will to shoot a few hoops with him and Mark or watch a game with him.

He won't waist any time proposing to you, he loves you and wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

He's definitely a family man, he wants kids with you and that domesticated type of life. He'll probably only want two kids, have nice close family with you is all he needs.

Movie nights all time and most of the time it's all over the place, like you'd watch a Disney movie and a really bloody horror movie all in the same night.

You sleep in his shirts all the time, you love being wrapped in his shirt. It's comforting to smell his cologne and feel it's warmth.

Sometimes if it's just the two of you in the house you'll walk around in some short shorts and one of his buttons ups wide open, showing your sports bra.

He loves seeing you like that. He thinks is so sexy and beautiful to see you in his clothes.

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Suprisenly you guys can get pretty dirty and rough.

If he's had a rough day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

“You want it harder, baby?” He'll complied with her request, thrusting deeper and faster, causing the bed to shake with your movements. He let out a low groan as he felt your nails dig into his back.

bitting your neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start pealing your clothes off to reveal your chest.

Like I said before he's a boob guy. He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.

He loves cumming on your breasts too. Sometimes if he's getting head, he'll pull out just in time to cum all over your chest.

“Oh fuck, you want me to cum on your pretty little face again? mark my territory”

He's very skilled with his tounge, he loves eating you out. your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

“Mmm, you taste so damn sweet” He moans as he continues to pleasure you, his tongue teasing your clit. His hands move to your hips, holding onto them tightly as he devours you.

Doug also loves watching your face while you bounce up and down his dick. He loves the expressions you make when he thrusts up into you when you least expect it.

“I want you to ride my cock until we both cum” He'll spreads his legs wider and guide your hips towards his, taking control from below you. “You like that don't you? Fucking me while I just lay back and watch?” He teases you as you rock your hips.

Doug is so vocal, he'll let out deep groans and moans as he feels your tight pussy wrap around his cock when you ride him. “Oh fuck yeah, that's it baby. Ride me hard”

He loves to lay back and watch you ride his cock as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming again.

He's definitely the dominant person in bed and your not complaining, he'll get rough and pound hard enough were the bed starts rocking.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

He can get pretty dirty and possessive when it comes to cum. He's done for and lossing control after he comes down your throat.

If your lips are wrapped around him, he's taking control. It's usually rough, but he'll never do anything to hurt you.

He'll move his hips fast, thrusting himself deeper down your throat, the way you suck him drives him insane “Fuck, baby, your doing so good”

He's very vocal, especially when he's getting head. He'll thrusted his hands into your hair as he fucks your mouth with an urgency.

He loves how good you are at making him feel. He loves being at your mercury as he thrusts down your throat. “Fuck baby, you're going to make me cum so hard. I want you to swallow every last drop.”

He'll lose his cool easily, especially if your being a brat. His hips will starts to move faster, thrusting himself deeper down your throat, the way you suck him drives him insane.

You and him both know your limits if anything because too much all you have to do is tap his thigh and he'll stop immediately. He'll hold your face gently, making sure your okay.

Thigh ridding as a punishment, he won't let you cum untill he says. “your gonna get yourself off on my thigh, your not gonna cum till I tell you”

Even though your sex life is pretty rough and sometimes dirty, he'll never degrade you. He refuses to call you anything like slut, or any names that are in that cadigory. He'll call you brat though.

He loves playing with your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth while he massages the other with his hand.

Bondage kink. He'll tie you up with his belt or ties if your comfortable with it.

He'll smirk as he wraps the belt around your wrists and pulled it tight before securing them to the bed post.

Quickies in the hospital all the time.

He can last a long while, you could be a moaning mess and begging for mercy and he'll need to cum once or twice more. “I can last a long time alright. But that doesn't mean I won't make you cum again and again”

He loves feeling you clench around his fingers as you reach your climax as your juices flowing out of you and onto his hand.

he loves the idea of you spread out and ready for him. He stroked his cock as he watches your body trembling with pleasure and anticipation. “Fuck, you look so beautiful like that. So open and ready for me.”

he's always was so needy to make you feel good and make you a moaning mess.

Dispite him being mostly rough in bed and pushes you to the point of screaming, he'll be so soft and gentle in the end. “you did so good for my baby, I wasn’t too rough was I?”

He's very attentive when it comes to aftercare. you want a warm bath? Done. You want massages? Done. You ask, he delivers. All he cares about is your comfort, he insists on cleaning up any mess that's on you or the bed. If he sees any marks or bruises he will apologize for that with a soft smile on his face.

“That's a good girl. Just relax and catch your breath, I've got you.”

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Hi thanks for reblogging my post about John Carter! I was wondering if I could get a x reader fic maybe something where the reader gets hurt and John and her have been both secretly in love with each other and he confesses because he is afraid that she’s not going to live but honestly any fic will do!

Thank you for requesting! 🥹

Warnings : brief death, hypothermia

I love you

Summary : John confesses his love for the reader when reader gets injured

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Carter almost recoiled when his hand accidentally touched your limp one. You were ice cold. Carter blinked away tears as the other doctors fought to save your life. This can’t be it. He felt his heart tighten in pure, unadulterated fear. 

“I love you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

He was unable to stop himself from blurting that out but he sighed in relief as your eyes opened to mere slits. Your voice was incredibly slurred as you tried to form a sentence.

“Love you,too.. I-”

Your heart stopped. All hell broke loose. 

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1 hour earlier

Winters in Chicago were unforgiving. Wind nipped at any exposed skin that it could find causing shivers to make its way through your body. It had been a fairly busy start to the day as there was an accident due to the ice and snow that had started to fall. It wasn’t clear to some folks that it was an incredibly bad idea to speed, let alone speed when the roads are slick. You were standing outside by yourself, trying your best to hide your shivers when a small child ran up to you. 

“Help! Please! It’s my friend. She-she! She’s hurt!” The young child bawled and you immediately grabbed her hand and let them guide you to the child that was a few blocks away. 

In retrospect, you should have gotten more help, more jackets. Unbeknownst to you, this would be a decision that saved someone’s life but almost cost your yours. 

The wind had already started to pick up and the little child had started to shiver harder than you. So, you made the choice to take off one of your two jackets and wrap it around the child as the two of you made your way to the injured child. 

“Can- Can you tell me exactly what happened?” You had to raise your voice since the wind was howling. 

“We were playing and she dropped her stuffed tiger and the wind was so strong that- that it blew it onto the lake.” The child’s voice was slightly cracked as tears started to stream down her face as she recounted the details of what happened to her friend. 

You could tell just by looking at her that she was suffering from severe hypothermia. In her tiny little hand was the stuffed animal. She was ice cold and her clothes were soaking wet. Turns out that she had fallen through the ice when she got her stuffed animal and her friend had somehow gotten the strength to pull her back to shore and run as fast as her little legs could carry her to get help.

“Okay, I’m gonna do everything that I possibly can to help your friend, but when we start to go back, I need you to stay in front of me, okay?” You said, struggling to stop your teeth from chattering from the cold. 

The young girl nodded and you braced yourself before taking off your second coat. Underneath both of your coats you had on a hoodie that had a faded name of some college embedded on the center of it. You had gloves on but your hands were still almost numb from the wind chill. You took your second coat and wrapped it carefully but firmly around the unconscious child. 

You sighed in relief as the young girl who was walking in front of you had seemed to be a little warmer. You wrapped one arm under the girl’s knees and another under her back but standing up with her in your arms. As you begin to walk, you could feel the cold beginning to seep deep down into your bones. You decide to play flames to keep the other little girl calm. You wanted to distract her from her injured friend. The unconscious little girl had a slow pulse but at this point, you were just glad that she had one. 

“S-so had old are you guys?” You cursed mentally when you realized that your breathing was already starting to become broken up. 

“ I’m 6. And she is 7 and a half.” 

“I-I-I think that it was very brave of you to save your friend like that.” You answered back, trying to fight off the wave of vertigo that had come over you. 

“Thanks!” 

The hospital sign was now showing and you used the rest of your strength to push faster and harder to get this hypothermic girl into the hospital. You stumbled inside and Mark noticed you. At first, he was about to ask you where you had gone but then saw the child in your arms, and the child next to you, he went into doctor mode. Mark also made note that you were not shivering anymore. Before you knew it, both kids were gently taken by Doug to get medical help. You managed to lock eyes with John before your eyes rolled back into your head. The last thing you remember was suddenly feeling a strange warmth and strong arms wrapping around you.

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John winced in sympathy as he caught you in his arms, making sure you were secure. Your skin was ice cold and you weren’t even shivering anymore. He felt his heart tighten in fear but he pushed it down and stood with your limp body in his arms. He immediately called out for help but Mark was there with a gurney. Carter carefully placed your body on the gurney, subconsciously grabbing your hand, ignoring the frigid feel of your fingers. After you were started to be taken care of, you were able, against all odds, to get your eyes open. Your body still felt incredibly weird but you were able to make out John and Mark’s voice. Mark took your temperature and Carter let a single tear stream down his cheek when he saw your temperature was 85 degrees. Mark had started you on a liter of warm saline to try to help warm you up. 

“Johnn…” You moaned softly trying to turn your head towards his voice. 

Without any prior warning, he blurted out “I love you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” 

It took the last of your energy to reply to him

“Love you, too… I-” Your voice trailed off and your eyes slipped shut. The monitor played out a continuous beep. Your heart stopped. All hell broke loose. 

You were down for 30 seconds before they got you back. Mark saw the state that John was in and made him go get Peter and Doug. That was the longest 30 seconds of John’s life. Seeing you lay on that hospital bed, limp and not breathing, just… He did not want to lose you.. 

The next time you woke up, you were warm. John was asleep in the chair that was positioned right next to your bed. The memories came flooding back. You slowly sat up, incredibly sore but grateful that you were alive. You had always been in love with John but you never had the courage to tell him your true feelings about him. This was too close. You almost died. You sighed but smiled as John started to wake up. Once he had woken up and realized that you were awake, he jumped up and begin rambling off questions to you.

“Any dizziness? Let me get Mark and let him know you’re awake.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Your’re not in any pain, are-” You cut him off by pulling him to you and placing a soft kiss on his lips. You smiled as you paused and sat back. 

“ I love you, too.” 

You felt your heart flutter when his face lit up. That was a major weight off your chest and you smiled when he kissed you, his hand stroking your cheek gently. You sighed in content. Even in your hospital bed, you felt like you were on cloud nine. 

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Our TradeWaiters haven’t read a NEW comic this week, but we do have a bunch of OLD comics we’d like to talk about that might be new to you. If you’re looking for a comic to give away this holiday season, or a comic to give to yourself, Jess, Jon, Jam, and Jeff have some carefully selected favourites for every type of comics reader. This episode is unusually spoiler-free, so give it a listen!

Mentioned in this episode: How Not to Write Comics Criticism by Dylan Meconis Laser Moose and Rabbit Boy: Disco Fever by Doug Savage Underground by Jeff Parker and Steve Lieber Fables written by Bill Willingham Meanwhile by Jason Shiga To Be or Not to Be and Romeo and/or Juliet by Ryan North Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi Lumberjanes: To the Max Edition by Allen, Ellis, Stevenson, and Watters Batman: War on Crime and Superman: Peace on Earth by Alex Ross and Paul Dini Arsene Schrauwen by Olivier Schrauwen Minus by Ryan Armand Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples Skeleton Key by Andy Watson The Gorgeous Harbour by Mr. Clement Letters to an Absent Father by Maré Odomo A Drifting Life by Yoshihiro Tetsumi Sandman written by Neil Gaiman Monsters by Ken Dahl Age of Bronze by Eric Shanower The Illiad and The Odyssey by Homer X-1999 by CLAMP

and Swan Song, our anthology Kickstarting for one more week.

Music by Sleuth.

Our next book will be I Killed Hitler by Jason.

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Voices in AI – Episode 89: A Conversation with Doug Lenat

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About this Episode

Episode 89 of Voices in AI features Byron speaking with Cycorp CEO Douglas Lenat on developing AI and the very nature of intelligence.

Listen to this episode or read the full transcript at www.VoicesinAI.com

Transcript Excerpt

Byron Reese: This is Voices in AI brought to you by GigaOm, and I’m Byron Reese. I couldn’t be more excited today. My guest is Douglas Lenat. He is the CEO of Cycorp of Austin, Texas where GigaOm is based, and he’s been a prominent researcher in AI for a long time. He’s been awarded the biannual IJCAI computer and thought award in 1976. He created the machine learning program AM. He worked on (symbolic, not statistical) machine learning with his AM and Eurisko programs, knowledge representation, cognitive economy, blackboard systems and what he dubbed in 1984 as “ontological engineering.”

He’s worked in military simulations, numerous projects for the government for intelligence, with scientific organizations. In 1980 he published a critique of conventional random mutation Darwinism. He authored a series of articles in The Journal of Artificial Intelligence exploring the nature of heuristic rules. But that’s not all: he was one of the original Fellows of the Triple AI. And he’s the only individual to observe on the scientific advisory board of both Apple and Microsoft. He is a Fellow of the Triple AI and the cognitive science society, one of the original founders of TTI/ Vanguard in 1991. And on and on and on… and he was named one of the WIRED 25. Welcome to the show!

Douglas Lenat: Thank you very much Byron, my pleasure.

I have been so looking forward to our chat and I would just love, I mean I always start off asking what artificial intelligence is and what intelligence is. And I would just like to kind of jump straight into it with you and ask you to explain, to bring my listeners up to speed with what you’re trying to do with the question of common sense and artificial intelligence.

I think that the main thing to say about intelligence is that it’s one of those things that you recognize it when you see it, or you recognize it in hindsight. So intelligence to me is not just knowing things, not just having information and knowledge but knowing when and how to apply it, and actually successfully applying it in those cases. And what that means is that it’s all well and good to store millions or billions of facts.

But intelligence really involves knowing the rules of thumb, the rules of good judgment, the rules of good guessing that we all almost take for granted in our everyday life in common sense, and that we may learn painfully and slowly in some field where we’ve studied and practiced professionally, like petroleum engineering or cardiothoracic surgery or something like that. And so common sense rules like: bigger things can’t fit into smaller things. And if you think about it, every time that we say anything or write anything to other people, we are constantly injecting into our sentences pronouns and ambiguous words and metaphors and so on. We expect the reader or the listener has that knowledge, has that intelligence, has that common sense to decode, to disambiguate what we’re saying.

So if I say something like “Fred couldn’t put the gift in the suitcase because it was too big,” I don’t mean the suitcase was too big, I must mean that the gift was too big. In fact if I had said “Fred can’t put the gift in the suitcase because it’s too small” then obviously it would be referring to the suitcase. And there are millions, actually tens of millions of very general principles about how the world works: like big things can’t fit into smaller things, that we all assume that everybody has and uses all the time. And it’s the absence of that layer of knowledge which has made artificial intelligence programs so brittle for the last 40 or 50 years.

My number one question I ask every [AI is a] Turing test sort of thing, [which] is: what’s bigger a nickel or the sun? And there’s never been one that’s been able to answer it. And that’s the problem you’re trying to solve.

Right. And I think that there’s really two sorts of phenomena going on here. One is understanding the question and knowing the sense in which you’re talking about ‘bigger.’ One in the sense of perception if you’re holding up a nickel in front of your eye and so on and the other of course, is objectively knowing that the sun is actually quite a bit larger than a typical nickel and so on.

And so one of the things that we have to bring to bear, in addition to everything I already said, are Grice’s rules of communicating between human beings where we have to assume that the person is asking us something which is meaningful. And so we have to decide what meaningful question would they really possibly be having in mind like if someone says “Do you know what time it is?” It’s fairly juvenile and jerky to say “yes” because obviously what they mean is: please tell me the time and so on. And so in the case of the nickel and the sun, you have to disambiguate whether the person is talking about a perceptual phenomenon or an actual unstated physical reality.

So I wrote an article that I put a lot of time and effort into and I really liked it. I ran it on GigaOm and it was 10 questions that Alexa and Google Home answered differently but objectively. They should have been identical, and in every one I kind of tried to dissect what went wrong.

And so I’m going to give you two of them and my guess is you’ll probably be able to intuit in both of them what the answer, what the problem was. The first one was: who designed the American flag? And they gave me different answers. One said “Betsy Ross,” and one said “Robert Heft,” so why do you think that happened?

All right so in some sense, both of them are doing what you might call an ‘animal level intelligence’ of not really understanding what you’re asking at all. But in fact doing the equivalent of (I won’t even call it natural language processing), let’s call it ‘string processing,’ looking at processed web pages, looking for the confluence, and preferably in the same order, of some of the words and phrases that were in your question and looking for essentially sentences of the form: X designed the U.S. flag or something.

And it’s really no different than if you ask, “How tall is the Eiffel Tower?” and you get two different answers: one based on answering from the one in Paris and one based on the one in Las Vegas. And so it’s all well and good to have that kind of superficial understanding of what it is you’re actually asking, as long as the person who’s interacting with the system realizes that the system isn’t really understanding them.

It’s sort of like your dog fetching a newspaper for you. It’s something which is you know wagging its tail and getting things to put in front of you, and then you as the person who has intelligence has to look at it and disambiguate what does this answer actually imply about what it thought the question was, as it were, or what question is it actually answering and so on.

But this is one of the problems that we experienced about 40 years ago in artificial intelligence in the in the 1970s. We built AI systems using what today would be very clearly a neural net technology. Maybe there’s been one small tweak in that field that’s worth mentioning involving additional hidden layers and convolution, and we built a AIs using symbolic reasoning that used logic much like our Cyc system does today.

And again the actual representation looks very similar to what it does today and there had to be a bunch of engineering breakthroughs along the way to make that happen. But essentially in the 1970s we built AIs that were powered by the same two sources of power you find today, but they were extremely brittle and they were brittle because they didn’t have common sense. They didn’t have that kind of knowledge that was necessary in order to understand the context in which things were said, in order to understand the full meaning of what was said. They were just superficially reasoning. They had the veneer of intelligence.

We might have a system which was the world’s expert at deciding what kind of meningitis a patient might be suffering from. But if you told it about your rusted out old car or you told it about someone who is dead, the system would blithely tell you what kind of meningitis they probably were suffering from because it simply didn’t understand things like inanimate objects don’t get human diseases and so on.

And so it was clear that somehow we had to pull the mattress out of the road in order to let traffic toward real AI proceed. Someone had to codify the tens of millions of general principles like non humans don’t get human diseases, and causes don’t happen before their effects, and large things don’t fit into smaller things, and so on, and that it was very important that somebody do this project.

We thought we were actually going to have a chance to do it with Alan Kay at the Atari research lab and he assembled a great team. I was a professor at Stanford in computer science at the time, so I was consulting on that, but that was about the time that Atari peaked and then essentially had financial troubles as did everyone in the video game industry at that time, and so that project splintered into several pieces. But that was the core of the idea that somehow someone needed to collect all this common sense and represent it and make it available to make our AIs less brittle.

And then an interesting thing happened: right at that point in time when I was beating my chest and saying ‘hey someone please do this,’ which was America was frightened to hear that the Japanese had announced something they called the ‘fifth generation computing effort.’ Japan basically threatened to do in computing hardware and software and AI what they had just finished doing in consumer electronics, and in the automotive industry: namely wresting leadership away from the West. And so America was very scared.

Congress passed something that’s how you can tell it was many decades ago. Congress quickly passed something, which was called the National Cooperative Research Act, which basically said ‘hey all you large American companies: normally if you colluded on R & D, we would prosecute you for antitrust violations, but for the next 10 years, we promise we won’t do that.’ And so around 1981 a few research consortia sprang up in the United States for the first time in computing and hardware and artificial intelligence and the first one of those was right here in Austin. It was called MCC, the Microelectronics and Computer Technology Corporation. Twenty five large American companies each contributed a small number of millions of dollars a year to fund high risk, high payoff, long term R & D projects, projects that might take 10 or 20 or 30 or 40 years to reach fruition, but which, if they succeeded, could help keep America competitive.

And Admiral Bob Inman who’s also an Austin resident, one of my favorite people, one of the smartest and nicest people I’ve ever met, was the head of MCC and he came and visited me at Stanford and said “Hey look Professor, you’re making all this noise about what somebody ought to do. You have six or seven graduate students. If you do that here if it’s going to take you a few thousand person years. That means it’s going to take you a few hundred years to do that project. If you move to the wilds of Austin, Texas and we put in ten times that effort, then you’ll just barely live to see the end of it a few decades from now.”

And that was a pretty convincing argument, and in some sense that is the summary of what I’ve been doing for the last 35 years here is taking time off from research to do an engineering project, a massive engineering project called Cycorp, which is collecting that information and representing it formally, putting it all in one place for the first time.

And the good news is since you’ve waited thirty five years to talk to me Byron, is that we’re nearing completion which is a very exciting phase to be in. And so most of our funding these days at Cycorp doesn’t come from the government anymore, doesn’t come from just a few companies anymore, it comes from a large number of very large companies that are actually putting our technology into practice, not just funding it for research reasons.

So that’s big news. So when you have it all, and to be clear, just to summarize all of that: you’ve spent the last 35 years working on a system of getting all of these rules of thumb like ‘big things can’t go in small things,’ and to list them all out every one of them (dark things are darker than light things). And then not just list them like in an Excel spreadsheet, but to learn how to express them all in ways that they can be programmatically used.

So what do you have in the end when you have all of that? Like when you turn it on, will it tell me which is bigger: a nickel or the sun?

Sure. And in fact most of the questions that you might ask that you might think of as any one ought to be able to answer this question, Cyc is actually able to do a pretty good job of. It doesn’t understand that unrestricted natural language, so sometimes we’ll have to encode the question in logic in a formal language, but the language is pretty big. In fact the language has about a million and a half words and of those, about 43,000 are what you might think of as relationship type words: like ‘bigger than’ and so on and so by representing all of the knowledge in that logical language instead of say just collecting all of that in English, what you’re able to do is to have the system do automatic mechanical inference, logical deduction, so that if there is something which logically follows from one or two or 2,000 statements, then Cyc (our system) will grind through automatically and mechanically come up with that entailment.

And so this is really the place where we diverge from everyone else in AI who’s either satisfied with machine learning representation, which is sort of very shallow, almost stimulus response pair-type representation of knowledge; or people who are working in knowledge graphs and triple and quad stores and what people call ontology is these days, and so on which really are almost, you can think of them like three or four word English sentences and there are an awful lot of problems you can solve, just with machine learning. T

There is an even larger set of problems you can solve with machine learning, plus that kind of taxonomic knowledge representation and reasoning. But in order to really capture the full meaning, you really need an expressive logic: something that is as expressive as English. And think in terms of taking one of your podcasts and forcing it to be rewritten as a series of three word sentences. It would be a nightmare. Or imagine taking something like Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, and trying to rewrite that as a set of three or four word sentences. It probably could theoretically be done, but it wouldn’t be any fun to do and it certainly wouldn’t be any fun to read or listen to, if people did that. And yet that’s the tradeoff that people are making. The tradeoff is that if you use that limited a logical representation, then it’s very easy and well understood to efficiently, very efficiently, do the mechanical inference that’s needed.

So if you represent a set is a type of relationships, you can combine them and chain them together and conclude that a nickel is a type of coin or something like that. But there really is this difference between the expressive logics that have been understood by philosophers for over 100 years starting with Frege, and Whitehead and Russell and so on and and others, and the limited logics that others in AI are using today.

And so we essentially started digging this tunnel from the other side and said “We’re going to be as expressive as we have to and we’ll find ways to make it efficient,” and that’s what we’ve done. That’s really the secret of what we’ve done is not just be massive on codification and formalization of all of that common sense knowledge, but finding what turned out to be about 1100 tricks and techniques for speeding up the inferring, the deducing process so that we could get answers in real time instead of involving thousands of years of computation.

Listen to this episode or read the full transcript at www.VoicesinAI.com

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Byron explores issues around artificial intelligence and conscious computers in his new book The Fourth Age: Smart Robots, Conscious Computers, and the Future of Humanity.

from Gigaom https://gigaom.com/2019/06/13/voices-in-ai-episode-89-a-conversation-with-doug-lenat/

[lostaroace]

Unseen | ER Dr. John Carter x Reader

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Summary: Y/N had always been in love with John Carter, and every time she decides to give up on her feelings, he does something stupid and silly that makes her hold hope that maybe one day they would be together. He's not playing with her, she doesn't think so; and if he is, she's sure he's not doing it on purpose. When he's with Abby, she has had enough and decides to get herself a boyfriend away from the hospital. Sadly, though, the first time Carter kisses her is to say goodbye as he's flying to Africa for good. She understands. What she does not understand is why her boyfriend kidnaps and tortures her. The trauma is big; she has a big shock and huge scars crossing her face and body. Y/N goes to a mental institute to get better so she can go back to work; the last thing she expects to see when she's back in Chicago for good is seen John Carter himself.

Pairings: Dr. John Carter x Fem!Reader.

Rating: Explicit (due to heavy topic discussions, see warnings).

Warnings: Descriptions of a past toxic relationship, torture, trauma, mental health issues, overcoming those issues, medical inaccuracy (of course), blood, scars, canonical baby stillborn, canonical relationships and breakups, canonical health issues, canonical drug abuse (past), self-esteem issues, angst, hurt, comfort, happy ending (I promise).

Note: This is an ER (TV series) fanfic, and will follow its chronology. Y/N was born in 1971, just as Carter was. The story would start with Carter, then we would go back to see the past between Carter and Y/N, and finally, we will work the rest of the story from Y/N's perspective.

I might not upload on schedule, although I wanted to present you with the first chapter and see if it’s welcome or not.

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

More chapters might be added to the list.

[shelbgrey]

NSFW Alphabet(Doug Ross)

Paring: Doug Ross X Reader

Summary: the title says it all, this man deserves more love.

MasterList ML2

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's very attentive when it comes to aftercare, all he cares about is your comfort. If it was a particularly rougher night he'll hold you and kiss ever mark while you catch your breath. After you have mentally and physically calm down, he'll run you a hot bath and clean you up.

“That's a good girl. Just relax and catch your breath, I've got you.”

He will apologize for any mark or discomfort, especially if he pushed you a little farther than he ment.

He'll hold you close, stroking your hair gently as you catch your breath. His voice is always low and soothing as he whispers in your ear to calm you down. “Shhh, baby, you did so good. Just relax now, let me hold you”

B = Body part (your favorite body part of his and his favorite of yours)

He's a boob guy. He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair as bites and sucks on your skin. He honestly can’t get enough.

He takes his time teasing your nipples, knowing how sensitive you are there. He always takes time to pay special attention to both mounds of flesh, gently sucking and swirling his tongue around your nipple while his hand teases the other breast.

You love his hands, they can be so rough then gentle in the next. The way he rubs your clit in slow circles while he pounds into you or the way he reaches down and pulls at your hair back when your giving him head.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)

He only admits it to you, but he's completely dirty when it comes to the dirty stuff involving cum.

He always puts your pleasure above his, he loves Nothing more than to make you cum on his tongue.

He'll lap at your clit with so much hunger, circling his tounge over your swollen bud untill your a moaning mess. When he thinks he's teased you enough he'll take it into his mouth, eating you out like a starving man until your cumming hard on his tongue.

Doug seems to know your body better than you do at this point. He knows when to quicken his pace with his tongue, doubling down with his efforts, letting his his tongue bring you to your release.

It's even better for him if he makes you squirt, rather it be on his tounge or his cock. It's an ego booster, but he also knows he's pleasuring you like crazy.

He's so vocal when it comes to getting head, he'll groan as you suck him harder, his hips moving erratically as he gets close to cumming hard down your throat. He'll hold your head in place, thrusting deep into your throat as he shoots a load down your throat.

He'll make sure you swallow every last drop. “Shit, I'm gonna cum... swallow every drop...”

He has a thing about cumming on your breasts too. He'll watche in awe as his cum drips down your chest, marking you as his. He'll look at you with so much satisfaction and desire. “You look so fucking hot covered in my cum. I can't believe I got to see that.”

“Yes! Yes right there! Oh fuck yes!” He grunts as he ejaculates again, this time aiming it perfectly to coat your breasts. It lands in thick, hot streams that drip down over your chest.

Sometimes he'll pull out last minute and cum all over your brests and stomach, just somthing about watching it trickel down your body.

He'll have a small thing for cum eating. It would make his cock rock hard again at the sight of you licking his cum off your fingers, making him crave for more. He'll watch with sheer satisfaction as you swallow everything with a look of pure lust. “Damn woman, you don't waste a bit.”

D = Dominant? (Pretty self-explanatory, how dominant is he)

He's either really fucking Dominat or the sweetest person in bed, either way he has the upper hand.

Especially if your giving him head, he doesn't deal with teasing. “Let's put that mouth of yours to good use. On your knees” He'll grip your throat and push you down to the floor on your knees.

He'll reach up and grip your throat in a show of dominance. “that's enough” He'll comained as his breath fans against your flushed cheeks as he forced you to look into his eyes.

“If you cum now, before I give you permission, you're not going to cum at all tonight.”

Even though he's dominat he's deathly afraid to hurt you or take somthing too far. He made you established a safe word. “Okay, baby. Just let me know if I'm getting too rough”

He's also a very sweet dominat person. “Good girl, you did so good... Let me take care of you now”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

If you’re struggling to take him in or taking long to adjust, he’ll whisper reassurances that you’re doing a good job while rubbing his hands on your back and thighs.

He's very skilled and knows how to pleasure you and make you see stats, he's modest and cocky at the sametime about it.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

He also loves gripping your hips as you ride him, leaving his impressions on your thighs as you move, chasing your highs.

You may be in top, but he's in control. But that doesn't mean he loves the fact your using him to chase your high.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

You both keep it light hearted. He don't like if it's serious all the time.

H = Hair(Hair pulling?)

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

He just loves it when you tug at his hair, especially when he's eating you out.

He also loves grabbing your hair, tangling his fingers and gently pulling as your taking him down your throat or he's taking you from behind.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's the most loving person during sex, hell he is all the time. He'll also try his best to make it as romantic as possible.

He wants you to know your the only one for him and always puts your needs beofer his.

J = Jelouse? (his he the jealous type? Are you? )

He's not a jealous person, but he doesn't like it when people touch what's his.

There can be jealous sex. If he sees an intern shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Carter touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

You love the feeling of his hand wrapped around your throat, the tightness of his massive hands turns you on.

definitely a fan of overstimulation, he loves the way that your body twitches and you whimper from his touch.

A little bit of Scruff/beard burn on your neck or thighs. Don't know if this is a kink, but there's just something about feeling his scruff brush against your soft skin.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom

On-call rooms

Shower

M = Motivation (What turns them on, what turns you on)

It's the little things that turns him on, he loves seeing you in his clothes. Like he loves seeing you in scrubs, or wearing his dress shirts opened showing the only thing your wearing underneath is your bra.

Giving him 'the eyes' or using certain worlds at work to rile him up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He'll never degrade you, he won't call you slut or anything like that.

He won't do anything that could possibly hurt you, that's his worst fear. Sex might get rough, but he won't do anything past your comfort zone.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Doug will grip your hips while he uses his tongue to bring you closer to the edge of pleasure. When he knows your getting closer, he'll doubles down with his efforts, letting his tongue do the work while his hands girp your thighs or hips.

He always puts your pleasure above his, so he always makes sure you come first. When your on brink of cumming, he'll increases the pressure and speed of his tongue, alternating between gentle laps and firmer strokes. He loves it when your hips buck against his face in a desperate bid for release “That's it, baby, let go”

Doug is so vocal when he's getting head, he'll let out deep groans and moans when you deep throat him.

He loves how good you are at making him feel. He loves being at your mercury as he thrusts down your throat. “Fuck baby, you're going to make me cum so hard. I want you to swallow every last drop.”

P = Pace(Are they fast and rough or they slow and sensual?)

Just depends on the mood. Sometimes he just needs a rough fuck after a rough day at work and sometimes he just wants to hold you and take things slow.

“You want it harder, baby?” He'll complied with her request, thrusting deeper and faster, causing the bed to shake with your movements. He let out a low groan as he felt your nails dig into his back.

But sometimes he just wants to he gently and take it slow, hold you and kiss you. Make you feel loved in a softer way. “just let me love on you tonight, I'll take care of you Baby”

Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It's not his favorite thing in the world but you guys are always having quickies in on-call rooms or supply closets in between surgeries.

He'll always take you home and finish what you started.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

You guys aren't big risk takers. Maybe try something new in the bedroom every once in a while, but that's about it.

You guys won't do anything too public and put you in the potion where someone could see you.

S = Sex position (Pretty self explanatory)

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

Most of the time he needs to be on top. He loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.

Doug also just loves to lay back and just watch you ride him, he loves the feeling of your thighs and ass in his hands.

T = Top or bottom(Is he a top or bottom and vise versa)

Doug and you are both switches, but there is always that unspoken rule that he's in control. He always in control no matter who's on top.

Doug just likes to lay back and just watch you ride him, he loves the feeling of your thighs and ass in his hands.

he loves the idea of you spread out and ready for him. He'll hover over you and stroke his cock as he watches your body trembling with pleasure and anticipation. “Fuck, you look so beautiful like that. So open and ready for me.”

U = ummm...

I don't know... I couldn't think of anything..

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is so vocal, he'll let out deep groans and moans as he feels your tight pussy wrap around his cock when you ride him. “Oh fuck yeah, that's it baby. Your doing so fucking good”

He wants to see if he can he make you scream louder than he did the last time. He loves the noises you make.

He's very vocal, especially when he's getting head. He'll thrusted his hands into your hair as he fucks your mouth with an urgency. “Fuck, baby, your doing so good”

He makes you a moaning mess so easily. Crying out his name as he pounds into you. “Doug, harder.. Please”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The day you bought your first how together, you guys fucking in every room to 'break the house in' and you even broke a brand new dryer.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

It Doesn't matter what his size is, he knows house to please you and he can definitely fuck your brains out.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is hug, like if you had to have a quickly in a on-call room during the day then you'll go home and he'll pound the fuck out of you like you guys didn't just get off in the hospital.

Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doug can either sleep like a rock or not sleep at all, there's no in between. He definitely sleeps better after sex.

he can't sleep without making sure your sound asleep first. He wants to make sure your comfortable and a sleep before he can sleep himself.