#ross x hathaway

[sculien]

Doug Ross & Carol Hathaway – E.R 5.13

[erdaily]

ER 30th Anniversary Celebration Favorite Romantic Relationship ► Carol x Doug (1ˢᵗ Place → 41.6%) I'm still in love with him. I am. I've been in love with him since I was 23 years old. He's... he's everything to me. He's my life, I feel complete when I'm with him and I feel empty when we're apart. And he's the father of my children. And he's my soulmate.

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ER 2.10 | "A Miracle Happens Here"

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

for @missflufffanfics

[owarinaki]

Doug & Carol Ending : ER S06x21 Such Sweet sorrow (2000)

[addictedtostorytelling]

[missflufffanfics]

Okay I’ve been watching ER for the first time and I just watched the ep where Doug and Carol get together which is something I did not spoil for myself by researching on the interwebs and HOLY SHIT asdfghjkl

Firstly, an honorable mention for the ep, when Carol walks in wearing her dress for her date and Doug literally does a 360 to see her, I may make a gifset of it it’s so funny and cute, unless I can get @livelovecaliforniadreams to do it bc they make much better gifs than I could.

Okay, now on to the big stuff in the ep. When the new Pediatrics resident showed up I was a little sus of her, as I am with every new character because I couldn’t get a read on her. When she ended up in Doug’s car, I was thinking oh dear god don’t let this happen don’t let him screw this up and drag it out we were so close to canon Hathaross. And honestly I was mostly gonna blame it on the new Pediatrics resident lol, as we do with anyone who tries to get in the way of our ship. And then when she asked “How long has it been since you and Carol Hathaway broke up?”??? My respect for her went 📈📈 And when Doug replied “A long time, actually…” kind of laughing at how obvious he is I ekfbienekdjeb

And then when Carol was dropped back off at her place my first thought was why didn’t this guy walk her to the door? And when Doug showed up I honestly didn’t think it was the moment, just thought it was gonna be more cute buildup. When Doug asked why Toby wasn’t allowed inside and Carol said it was only the third date, my Big Bang Theory fan brain said Well actually Bernie told Howard that after three dates sex is on the table so if he was the one you really wanted you could have… just saying 😉

And finally it switched to that close up on the two of them and I realized this was it and all the air left my body. And HOLY SHIT that kiss!! I’ve never seen a first kiss where there wasn’t music and/or the camera panning around them, and wow did it send a message!! Nothing else, just them, Hathaross, finally together.

Yay 😁

[1jemmagirl22]

"He's my life. I feel complete when I'm with him and I feel empty when we're apart. He's the father of my children... and he's my soulmate."

Top 23 ships I loved(Or more accurately became obsessed/re obsessed with) in 2023, ranked:

23: Carol and Doug, ER

[bearsinpotatosacks]

If we ever got to see a Doug and Carol wedding, and Mark lived, I headcanon that Mark would've given Carol away. He was her Lamaze coach, he was there when her kids where born. Her dad's dead and the only other male figure we see she's close to in her family is her Uncle.

They decide in secret, Mark is Doug's best man already and they're not even sure if Mark can have 2 roles but eventually said screw the rules it's their wedding.

Doug is getting stressed because Mark's nowhere to be seen before the ceremony starts. Elizabeth's looking for him, everyone's worried because it's about to start, they get told by Carol to go ahead and watch as the flower girls, ring bearers, bridesmaids and groomsmen (bar Mark) walk in. Then Carol comes in, with Mark on her arm, and everything's okay again.

[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.

MasterList ML2

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”

[ally-holmes]

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…

[sculien]

ER 5.05 – "Masquerade"

[littletonpace]

kat’s fav characters 9/ ∞ ↳ JULIANNA MARGULIES as CAROL HATHAWAY in ER

“You have no right to even think about doing this. Do you think you love me? For how long Doug? How long till you start wondering if there isn't someone better in the next room or the next bar? How long until that little voice in your head reminds you of all the infinite 22-year-olds you could be screwing tomorrow, or the next day, or the next? I will not let you do this to me again.”

Very curious to see how much ER crossover there is with my followers!! <3 <3 Carol was my first introduction to a character I loved. And her and Doug, day-um, I shipped them before I knew what shipping was! I loved her because she looked different to every other woman on TV at the time, she was a naturally empathetic person, and genuinely cared with her whole heart about every patient she had. I miss her! The show lost so much after she left.

Colouring: “#50” by Yangyanggg

[onscreenkisses]

E.R., 4x09 - “Obstruction of Justice”

requested by anon

[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. 

[owarinaki]

ER Finale season 15x19 - Doug Ross & Carol Hathaway cameo 2 END

part 1 // 2