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inej-ruination-ghafa · 2 months

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maroon - l.h

midnights masterlist | lavender haze | anti-hero

summary: the three times you said no to his marriage proposal and the one time you didn't

warnings: alcohol

wordcount: 2.4k

You were in your second year at college. Yale had been your dream school for as long as you could remember and the first year had been a dream and now you had the second year to get ready for.

You were at a party when you stumbled into some guy and he spilled a glass of alcohol all over your shirt.

You looked at him in shock, staring down at the way that the red of the alcohol had splashed all over your little white dress.

There was a moment of silence as you both looked at one another. The stain was splashed all over your abdomen and he felt awful for it.

Some other boy walked over, gasping at the mess that had been made as he stood next to the blonde boy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, grabbing a stack of tissues and placing the red wine down.

You scoffed. You recognised Logan Huntzberger instantly and you could not believe that this had just happened to you.

“Wow Logan, that’s a mess,” his friend said, “Not you sweetheart, you’re gorgeous,” he teased and you just shook your head.

You tried to dab at the stain with the tissues he had handed you but it wasn't working so you abandoned the idea, instead looking at him annoyed.

”How can I make it up to you?” He asked and his friend leaned on his shoulder, looking at the mess.

“You can buy me a new dress,” you said, trying to ignore the maroon stain that was growing against your stomach, the fabric sticking to your stomach.

His friend that leaned against his shoulder smiled, “He could offer his hand in marriage, that normally does it for me,” he joked.

“Ignore Colin,” Logan said with a smile before he looked at you, “Do you wanna marry me?”

You could feel your face heating up at the proposition but you had to hide your embarrassment and act as nonchalant as possible.

“No way Huntzberger,” you said before looking at his friend, “Does that actually work for you?”

he shrugged, “Ask the missus,”

“He’s kidding,” Logan said with a smile, “Send me the dress,” he pulled out a pen before grabbing your hand and writing his address onto the back of your hand, “And then I'll try to clean it, if not, I'll buy you a new one,”

“Thank you,” you said before walking to the door.

Colin looked at his friend and he realised that he had never seen that look on his face before. His friend had just fallen head over heels with some mystery girl.

“You’re gonna marry her mate,” he said.

Logan turned to him, eyes slightly wide, “you’re crazy,” he said, turning back to watch you leave because it hid the blush on his cheeks.

You turned back as you opened the door and he realised just how red your white dress had been stained. You waved at him, shooting him a smile and he waved back a little too enthusiastically.

Little did you know that tonight was going to be the start of a crazy relationship for you.

You could feel your knee shaking up and down, your hand pressing against your thigh to get it to stop. You were so worried about Logan that you couldn't even function right.

He had been on the trip with Colin and Finn when their stunt had gone wrong and now you were sitting here in a hospital waiting room, hoping that he would be okay but there was no news.

“Mrs Huntzberger?” A voice called out.

You turned around at the sound of your boyfriend's last name and then your brain computed to what they had just said. You looked around and realised nobody knew any difference so you just walked up to the woman, accepting the responsibility, “Oh, um, yes?”

The nurse gave her a smile before she gestured to the room, “You can go in now,” she said.

You nodded and took a deep breath before opening the door. You gasped when you saw it, hand going to your mouth to quiet yourself.

He looked so broken, blood drying slightly on his hairline and he was hooked up to all of these monitors. It broke your heart to see him like this and you sat down next to his bed, unable to take your eyes off of him.

They said he would wake up soon but you didnt mind sitting with him as he slept. With shaky hands, you reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of his face, smiling at the way his head instinctively moved towards you.

You didn't know how long you had been sitting there and staring at him, just making sure that he was really there and alive and wasn't a dream before he started to stir.

His eyes fluttered open and you were met with his gorgeous eyes. You let out a sigh of relief and his lips started to curl into a smile as he looked at you.

“Morning,” he muttered and you chuckled at the words, heart pounding in his chest.

“How do you feel?” You asked, reaching for his hand.

He shrugged his shoulders as much as he could, “The way most people feel when they fall off a cliff,” he teased and you shook your head.

This was not a laughing matter to you. You had nearly lost the love of your life all because he was an idiot and wanted to go out on some dumb adventure and you were so mad at him.

You had been mad ever since you had left your apartment, furious as you drove into New York and absolutely seething as they told you that he had a collapsed lung and listed off all of his other ailments.

But now, as you looked at him, you were just grateful that you got to be mad at him. Grateful that he would stay alive long enough for you to tell him how mad you are. But not now.

”I’m glad you’re alive,” you said and he nodded.

“Me too,” he smiled at you, lips pulling into a smirk, “I’m glad I get to look at your beautiful face again,” he tilted his head to the side, “I thought you’d be more angry,”

You scoffed, “I’m furious,” you said with a small laugh before shaking your head, “No time for that now though, lets just make sure you’re better,”

He nodded, lifting his hand up slowly and touching his cheek. You laughed to yourself before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The nurse walked in and looked at the two of you, a smile on her face.

“Mrs Huntzberger?” She asked.

Logan looked up at the nurse with wide eyes. He had not expected her to say that to you and before he could question it, he watched you stand up.

“Yes,” you replied with little hesitation, forgetting that he was in the room and that you weren’t actually married.

The nurse looked between the couple for a second, “We need to take some tests, see you in a second,”

“One second, I just need to tell my wife something,” Logan said, giving you a teasing smile. Although he was joking, he couldn't deny that the words seemed so normal as they fell off his tongue, like he was meant to say them.

The nurse nodded her head before walking out of the room and Logan looked up at you.

“Are we getting married, Mrs Huntzberger?” He questioned that signature smirk painting his lips.

You could feel your face warming up at embarrassment that he had found out what had happened. You had never meant for him to find out the ways that you had gotten into the room.

“It's the only way they'd let me in,” you tried to explain, embarrassment seeping out of your pores.

Logan did not seem fazed at the idea, his hand reaching out to grab yours, “You want to get married to me?”

“Not today,” you leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, “One day,” you stood up and walked towards the door, stopping and turning back to him with your hand on the handle, “one day,”

you repeated the sentiment under your breath before walking out. He was left in that room, cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling at the idea of one day making you his wife.

You two were sitting on the hardwood floor, looking at one another. He was leaving for London soon and you made work of your last few days together by drinking that cheap rose that Colin had bought you a while ago.

You were both totally drunk, asking yourself how you had ended up in this position, your feet in his lap, your head tucked into his shoulder as he sucked a mark into your neck.

“Marry me,” he whispered against the skin on your neck, thumb brushing against the bruise that would blossom there soon.

You felt giddy but the words nearly made you sober up. Marriage was a big commitment and after what had happened with your parents, you didn't know if it was ever a good idea.

You leaned into him, hand on his chest as you looked up, getting lost in his eyes for a second before you remembered what you were going to say, “No,”

“I love you, I'm gonna marry you one day,” he repeated the sentiment again and you smiled to yourself.

Although you had been together for nearly two and a half years and had gone through hundreds of ordeals together, the thought of marriage still scared you.

But as you looked into his eyes, both of you a little tipsy as you cuddled on the floor of his apartment, the smell of incense burning throughout your apartment, you knew that maybe it wouldn't be too bad of an idea.

“Okay,” you muttered, not believing it to be real.

“I'm serious. I'm gonna marry you,” he held your face in his hands, not taking his eyes off of you, “I will be your husband,”

You scoffed, still not believing him, “Maybe,”

“Thanks Mrs Huntzberger,” he teased and you stood up, brushing the dust off of yourself before reaching your hand out.

He took your hand, flashing you his signature toothy grin. You could feel your cheeks heating up at the thought of walking down the aisle towards him, that smile looking back at you.

“Let's get you to bed,” you muttered, pulling him up clumsily and he collapsed into your arms and suddenly, the idea of marriage didn't seem too bad.

Two days until graduation. The time was supposed to be relaxing but as you stood in the park where you had gone on your first date with Logan, it was anything but that.

“Excuse me?” You questioned, taking a step back as you looked at him there on one knee in front of you, the box open to reveal a gorgeous ring.

“Marry me?” He asked, not repeating his speech again.

You could feel your heart speeding up and that fear of marriage bubbled back up again and you had to take a few steps back to try and escape that feeling, he noticed that was something wrong and instantly closed the box, shoving it into his jacket pocket before rushing over to you, hands coming to your shoulders to try and smooth you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, not even asking why you were freaking out.

You shook your head, “I need some time,” you managed to stutter out and he nodded his head.

You hated how patient he was with you. It would be easier for Logan to yell at you then for you to have to see that disappointed stare.

Before you even realised what you were doing, you were running in the opposite direction and you didn't stop until you could feel your lungs begging for air.

That was two days ago.

Now you were standing alone at your graduation. You hadnt talked since that day and you didnt know what you were going to do when you saw him but now he was standing there in front of you so you had very few choices.

You gave him a half hearted smile and walked over. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his hands and you didn't know what to say.

“Yours was better than my graduation, I was slightly tipsy an-” he started to say but you could not deal with the small talk.

“Stop,” you said.

He went silent instantly and you could see that similar look of disappointment in his eyes.

Logan reached his hand out, taking yours in his and holding it tight, “Please don't say no,” he begged.

You could feel tears pricking in your eyes, “Logan,” you muttered but he just shook your head before you could say anything.

He knew that he could convince you. You two were perfect together and he didnt know what he would do if he were to lose you.

“You said no when I asked you when I was drunk, you said no last night, you said n-” he started to say and you cut him off.

“Yes,” you stated.

His mouth clamped shut. He looked at you with those big wide eyes. Logan had believed that it would take longer to convince you but clearly this had been your answer the whole time.

“I wanna marry you,” you said, just to reinforce your promise.

He chuckled, that big pearly white grin that you loved appearing, “Serious?” He questioned.

“I want that avocado tree and I want that house and I've applied for some jobs I'm teaching in the Silicon Valley area,” you explained.

He didn't even hesitate to kiss you, dipping you slightly as he revelled in the amazing moment that was occurring. This was all he had ever wanted.

When you both pulled away from the kiss, smiling against each other's lips, he pulled the ring out from his pocket with shaky hands.

You grinned at him as he slipped the ring onto your finger, both of you taking a second to admire the look of it

You kissed him again, unable to stay away from him, “We're getting married,” you muttered against his lips.

“We are-” he kissed you again before pulling away, a smirk on his face, “-Mrs Huntzberger,”

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humblequestvinyl · 1 year

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NERVOUS

NERVOUS, CONRAD HAWKINS X FEM!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: after a secret relationship with a certain resident from atlanta, singer y/n l/n writes a song about all the way he makes her feel nervous.

inspired by nervous by maren morris

cw: implied smut & swearing

lowercase intentional! wordcount: 0.6k

a/n ive been watching the resident sm lately and forgot that they put gold love (i think, havent gotten there yet) is at the end of s2. also this is based off of the hq tour performance!! ps, thank u for sm love on hummingbird <333

“HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU GET FRONT ROW TICKETS TO Y/N L/N?”

devon turned to conrad as the group of doctors walked towards the front, with barricade right in front of them. with a small grin spread across his face, conrad shrugged, “know somebody.”

“you’ve gotta know more than just ‘somebody’.”nic told him as they waited for the show to start before mina spoke up, “these seats went for $500 resale.”

the three turned to the surgeon, all with a surprised look on their faces, causing mina to shrug, “i like her music too.”

it was about an hour or so before the show began after the opening act, and as soon as y/n came out, her eyes locked with conrads, causing a big smile to spread across her lips. every single time she was in the middle of the stage, her eyes never left his, making damn sure of it too.

about halfway through the setlist, she heard the band start up the slow intro to the next song, and sent conrad a wink, before walking back up to the microphone, keeping contact, “you make me nervous,”

“put my reservations out of service, making me feel like every secrets worth it, its working.”she sang, and saw a small smirk fall back onto conrad's lips, knowing exactly what this song was about, “tryina hide my desire below the service.”

the two kept eye contact for a few moments, before y/n broke it, and looked over at her bandmate, “you make me wonder, how this part of me went undiscovered.”

“taking my heart out of its zone of comfort, like summer,”y/n continued, looking back over at conrad and his friends, “by the time its gone, you want another.”

taking the microphone off of the stand, y/n walked towards the front of the stage, right in front of conrad, pointing at him subtly, “you make me out of control, out of our clothes,”

“motion in slow, yeah,”she continued as conrad watched her walk around the stage, putting on one of the best performances he had seen, “you take me, you take me in my feelings,”

“through the ceiling, leaving my inhibitions exposed,”y/n walked back over to the mic stand hooking it back up, “you make me nervous.”

“every little move you make, you make on purpose.”she pointed at him again, before raising her arm, “tracing my body like you’re learning cursive, researching.”

“just how high of a touch can take a person.”

y/n jumped right back into the chorus, before dancing around the stage, and finishing up the bridge. slowly making her way off the stage, the star made her way over to conrad, with a big grin on her face.

“you make me nervous.”

“put my reservations out of service,”y/n sang, seeing all the shocked faces around her, joining in with the screams, “tryina hide my desire below the surface,”

standing on the barricade, conrad gripped her sides, keeping her steady as she towered over him, both with big grins spread across their faces, knowing she had just revealed their little secret.

“you make me nervous.”

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daydreamingatnight209 · 2 years

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“We got you” - Requested

Conrad x Female Reader for @virtualreader

Warnings- Mention of injury, fear of hospitals and slight angst, but happy ending 💕

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Spending the next 6 weeks between my cousin and her boyfriend while recovering from my leg surgery isn’t exactly what I had planned but what my mother says goes, even if I am a grown women with the capacity to make her own choices.

So here I am, with both Nic and Conrad for the next 42 days.

The good news was that my leg was no longer trapped in a heavy cast but that didn’t mean I was mobile. My wounds are still healing which means if I attempt to weight bear my stitches could possibly burst.

The days were long and often spent alone as both Conrad and Nic took up shifts at Chastain, but the good news is that with each day I was slowly healing and getting stronger … or so I thought.

See, what you need to know is that I have a small problem with pushing myself, it must be a family trait because I’m not the only one.

Come day 15 I am restless. I wasn’t made to be bed bound. I didn’t even want the surgery in the first place, hospitals scare the hell out of me and the Last thing I wanted to experience was people prod and poking around me, yet sometimes life gives you choices you cannot say no to.

Nic introduced me into a wheelchair next to the bed to allow me a little more freedom when the pair were pulling double shifts, she warned me to still be careful which I promised but I suppose I wasn’t careful enough for what happened next.

It started off as a dull aching pain in my side, which I experienced off and on since the surgery so I did my best to ignore it, and that, well that became impossible when with one abrupt movement from the bed to the chair my stitches split.

An ear splitting scream left my mouth as I doubled over. Both Nic and Conrad come scrambling in and straight to my side to assess the damage. Despite the pain I knew from the way they looked at each other it wasn’t good.

“Please, I can’t, I can’t …” panic seizes me and I struggle to get my words out. I can’t go though this again.

“Y/N we need to get you to the hospital!” Nic breathes as my panic worsens.

I squirm around, trying to escape their grips, as my throat closes up completely.

No hospital. Not again.

I shake my head as tears leak down my face.

“Hey hey, you need to stay still” Conrad commands but I barely register his or my cousins voice.

I don’t even register the fact that the wound was being held together by a single belt.

The last thing I saw was my cousins eyes as she lent down to check on me before I drifted into the unknown.

I didn’t know how long I was unconscious but once again I wake up to that familiar sound of machines.

Nic and Conrad surrounded me once more as I recognise where I was.

Both people see the subtle signs of panic in me but this time Conrad takes ahold of my hand and wipes away the already forming tears.

“It’s okay, it’s okay” he speaks softly.

“We are gonna be here every step of the way, you are gonna be just fine I promise”

Feeling the effect of his soothing words I begin to calm myself.

With that, Nic starts her physical exam on my leg as I see that I’ve been patched up again. Luckily for me there was no second cast but I knew that the recovery time just doubled.

I gripped Conrad’s hand as I work though the current pain, my body finally feeling the events of the last 12 hours.

Once Nic was happy with my state she left me to rest and as I close my eyes to finally sleep the last thing I hear is Conrad’s soothing voice.

“It’s all gonna be okay now, we got you”

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companionjones · 4 years

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The Broken Fall

Requested by: Anon

Request: Hey x I don’t know if you still accept requests from the resident anymore but if you do can you do a Conrad x reader about when they break a bone and he gets worried some how idk 😂😂😂 ❤️ And I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT YOU WROTE FOR THE RESIDENT xx ❤️

Pairings: Conrad Hawkins x Reader

Fandoms: The Resident (FOX)

Warnings: ANGST, but just for a sec

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Before Dr. Pravesh could even finish informing him of the situation, Hawkins took off running. Conrad tore down the hallways of Chastain. He felt as if the world was ending.

Conrad thought back to when he first met you. He was so impressed by how fast you jumped into the hospital’s unconventional ways. Hawkins would argue that you saved more lives than any other doctor at Chastain.

And he loved you so much. Conrad fell for you within the first week of knowing you. What did him in was seeing you act around your first child patient at Chastain. That was when Conrad knew he wanted to be with you every minute of every day.

However, the resident knew that at that very moment there was a chance he’d lose you. Conrad needed to see you in order to breathe again.

After about five minutes of searching, he finally found the room your doctors were keeping you in. The state you were in was something he wasn’t expecting in the slightest.

“Hey baby,” you smiled when you saw him. You were sitting up in bed, and the only allusion to any injury on you was a cast on your right arm.

Conrad took long strides to get to your bed. He put a gentle hand on your wounded arm. “Are you okay?” he implored. “Pravesh told me you were in an accident.”

“Accident?” you chuckled. “It was nothing serious. I just slipped down some stairs and landed on my arm wrong.”

He carefully analyzed your cast. “Who worked on you? Was it someone we trust? Does anything else hurt?”

“Sweetheart.” You brought Conrad’s attention back to your eyes with your good hand on the side of his face. “I’m fine. Kitt herself put my arm in this cast, so I can assure you I got the best orthopedic care Chastain has to offer...Listen to me,” you pressed when you realized he was still worried, “I’m alright.”

For the first time that day, Conrad took a deep breath. “I know you are. I’m sorry for freaking out. It’s just, the thought of something happening to you...”

“Oh, baby,” you moved over so he could join you in your bed. “How about you stay in here with me for a bit?” you asked when he was settled. “I’m gonna need someone to keep me company while this arm’s healing.”

Conrad chuckled, and pulled you closer.

You hissed, “Oh, my leg.”

Hawkins was immediately on red alert. “What? Where exactly does your leg hurt? You think you hurt it when you fell?”

Laughter took over the room. “It was just a joke, Connie.”

“Oh my god,” he rolled his eyes, “You know I hate that nickname!”

You just chuckled, “You and I both know that I’m not gonna stop.”

Conrad smiled, “Aren’t I just the luckiest guy in the world.”

To respond, you just grinned before the two of you settled back down so you and your broken arm could get some rest.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics on The Resident over on my page. You should check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, drabbles, headcannons, and preferences. If you want to know if I write for a specific fandom, feel free to ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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daydreamingatnight209 · 2 years

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“New Love”

Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader

Warnings - Mentions of injury and loss/death but with fluffy ending 💕

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With all the drama in the morning, I did not expect my day to get any better. Running late from the minute I woke up to having car trouble and catching the bus in a storm seemed to set the tone for the day.

Apologising to Marion and the other staff, I rush into the sliding doors of the Chastain Park Memorial Daycare.

“Wow whoa, you look … well” Conrad laughs as he drops of his daughter Gigi, through those same doors.

Gigi looks up at her dad, scolding him for laughing at her teacher which makes Conrad smile grow wider.

He holds his hands up in defeat, wishes his daughter a goodbye and sets himself off to work on the floors below.

My luck continues to run downhill as the day goes on as I begin to feel weak, nauseous and the people in front of me start to spin.

I try to keep myself steady and on my feet as things slowly start to fade.

I hear Gigi call for her father, right before I lost my footing, instead of hitting the floor like expected I fall against something hard, something solid.

“You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes love”

Was the last thing I heard from Conrad before I gave up trying to keep my eyes open.

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Reawakening again was an experience, I’ve always hated being ill and despite working in a hospital I can’t say I ever liked them.

As I slowly gather my bearings I see a familiar face coming towards me.

Conrad knowing my history and how I feel about being cooped up in certain environments, gets straight to the point.

“ Look, I know you hate being sick, but you need to let me care for you.”

I can’t help but scoff at this “I’m not sick Conrad, I just felt lightheaded and fell”

“I’ll be the judge of that” he answers.

Just as I’m about open my mouth to speak again I hear a small voice behind us both.

“Is Y/N going to be okay daddy?”

I look over and see little Gigi with panic written across her face. My heart broke for her, being best friends with her mom meant that I’ve seen her from the day she was born, to mourning Nic’s death to who she is today.

I try to give her a smile as she comes running up to my bed. Her dad spends time to comfort her before sending her back up to daycare with one of the nurses and then off to check my results.

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After checking in on his daughter after everything she has seen this morning, next on Conrad’s list was to seek out Bille to confirm Y/N’s results after having her admitted.

He had to admit this morning had been rough on him, He had known Y/N though Nic and she had become a valuable part of his life and in raising Gigi. Seeing her so vulnerable, panicked him and he has spent the rest of that time chasing away that unfamiliar feeling.

He couldn’t lose you like he lost his wife.

Finally locking eyes with Bille, his move faster beneath him to find the answers he needed.

Billie, who already knew what Conrad was after passed him the iPad with Y/N’s information open.

“Her CT scans and Nero exam are all clear. She’s all okay”

Conrad fought the urge to hug his colleague as he releases a ragged breath, fighting his legs which threaten to give out before him.

While it was common for Conrad to care and fight for his patients, this reaction was new even for him but it didn’t take long for Billie to come to the conclusion.

“How long have you been in love with her?”

Conrad looks up with a confused expression, his eyes fighting some sort of internal battle.

“Conrad is okay. You are allowed to find love, it’s what Nic would of wanted for you. You know that”

Hawkins knew that Billie was right but he just wasn’t sure if he was ready yet. Even if he was falling in love with the preschool teacher.

There was only way to find out.

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After what felt like an agonising wait, Conrad finally reappeared to give me the all clear and out of pure joy and instinct I grabbed onto him and pushed him into a hug.

What I didn’t notice at first what how Conrad didn’t fight or pull away, in fact he settled into the hug and closed his eyes, just enjoying the embrace.

Something in my mind told me that he needed that hug more then I did. I stayed with him calmly until he was strong enough to pull away.

“I … I umm… I was thinking we could…”

He couldn’t get his words out and was visibly getting frustrated.

I brought myself to his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I would love too” I whispered.

“One day at a time” he whispered back, his throat threatening to close up on him as I see tears in his eyes.

I made a promise to myself to do my best and always honour his love for Nic.

“Daddy is Y/N going to be new mommy?”

For the second time that day, Gigi has snuck out of daycare to come find her dad.

Realising that Conrad hadn’t gotten full control of his emotions just yet I decided to take over.

“No sweetie your mommy will always be your mommy, I’m just an extra special friend to your daddy” I try to explain, gently.

“Is that why you two was kissing?” She asks innocently as heat rises to my cheeks.

“Erm yes, is that okay?”

Gigi nods with a smile that matches that of her fathers one earlier on today and jumps on the bed to join the pair of us.

“I wouldn’t mind having two mommies, I just want daddy to be happy again” she says, hugging Conrad, giving her consent to the potential blossoming relationship.

Today may of started terribly but it doesn’t mean it ended that way…

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humblequestvinyl · 1 year

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THE RESIDENT

H.O.D.A.D: hands of death and destruction

conrad hawkins | ★- angst, ♡ - fluff, ✮ - misc

nervous -✮ - after a secret relationship with a certain resident from atlanta, y/n l/n writes a song about all the ways he makes her feel nervous.

#conrad hawkins fluff #conrad x nic #matt czuchry x reader #conrad hawkins #conrad hawkins imagines #conrad hawkins x reader #conrad hawkins angst

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daydreamingatnight209 · 2 years

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Here is a second one for all the Conrad Hawkins fans out there ☺️

Feedback is always welcome: HATE IS NOT 💞✨

“A Different Kind of Battlefield”

Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader

Warnings - Slight angst, emotional and physical burnout. Happy ending 💕

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The third cup of coffee I put into my system 2 hours ago was beginning to disappear. Great. Even caffeine is struggling to keep my body going. My mind feels like I am on auto-pilot as it is.

Unfortunately for me, this was just a regular occurrence since Red Rock Mountain Medical made their way onto Chastain grounds. Budget cuts, longer hours and loss of staff are just some of the reasons why I am basically pulling triple shifts.

There isn’t enough nurses to keep this place running like it should. Not that the people higher up the chain care; with their dapper clothing, fancy sports cars and the ability to do whatever they want despite the affect on others.

Scratching at my eyes to force them open, I take a deep breath and continue down the hallway.

Nic passes me and by the look she is giving me I know exactly what is going to come out of her mouth.

I quickly raise my hand and shake my head towards her just as her pager begins to beep.

“I am fine Nic, seriously. Go, your patients need you”

I was in fact not fine, but it wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter.

It was incredibly overwhelming, and I needed somewhere quiet. I needed to collect myself, just for five minutes. I quickly found myself in the nearest supply closet. I embraced the darkness and slid down the wall, welcoming the coolness from the floor and forced my head between knees in an effort to control my breathing.

I wasn’t aware of how long I stayed in that position, but I was startled when the door opens swiftly. I scramble from the floor and straighten out my uniform. The door clicked shut smoothly and I look up to see my boyfriend and third year resident, Conrad Hawkins.

He stood there for a moment taking in my dishevelled appearance; the dark circles under my eyes, creased uniform with a coffee stain down the front and the nest forming on top of my head which is currently passing as hair… barely.

“You look like hell” he concludes, his voice low, but soft.

I let out strangled laugh, “Thanks”

Tears of stress and tiredness well up in my eyes and I didn’t have the strength to stop them. Conrad immediately surges forward, catching me as I slide back down the wall of the closet, my body too weak to be currently supporting me.

My head rests in his lap as he hold me tightly. I sob and sob till I couldn’t anymore.

“It’s okay, I’m here, I got you” he repeats these affirmations continually as I finally release the horded emotion that I stored over the last few weeks.

He wipes the tears away from my face, no matter how many times they fall as I clutch onto any part of him that I could reach, desperate for comfort and that feeling of safety he provides.

My body finally relaxes, and I am able to look up to the man holding me. Conrad’s eyes were filled with a mixture of love and sympathy.

My voice is raw, and I struggle to get my next words out.

“Why… why do they do this to us?”

He leans down to kiss my forehead. I breath him in, before he pulls back to answer.

“It is a broken system; we just have to keep fighting to change it”

Oh, I knew it was a broken system all right, Chastain being one of the worst with situations like former Doctor Lane Hunter and the likes QuoVadis.

‘A different kind of battlefield’ Conrad called it.

“We can do this baby; we can make a change” He whispers as he fiddles with free pieces of my hair.

“I am not saying we can’t but it’s draining, I mean just look at me” My bottom lip trembles once more, threating another onslaught of tears.

“Shh, Shh, it’s going to be just fine. I promise.” Conrad’s grip tightens on me as he cradles me in his lap, swaying back and forth ever so slightly.

I stay there, listening to the sounds of my heart as the rhythm slowly returns back to normal. It was then I realised that I couldn’t fight the sleep I desperately needed anymore.

When I find myself next awake, I am between the plump cotton sheets of my bed… with an unforgiving headache.

I groan and force myself into a sitting position, to see Conrad ready with a glass of water and aspirin. I take them gratefully.

Conrad glides into the right side of the bed, planting a kiss on me before asking how I feel.

I give him a small smile “Better. Thank you”

I lean my forehead against his, we stay there for a moment before he speaks up again.

“Nic helped me get you home. We are both going to Bell in the morning. The hospital needs more nurses.”

I lay back down, cuddling into him. I looked at him with such great admiration and love. I don’t know what I would without him, or Nic for that matter.

“You are a great man Hawkins”

He just laughs wraps his arm around my waist.

“Go back to sleep Y/N. I will be here when you wake up”

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daydreamingatnight209 · 2 years

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Okay I know I have been away for awhile but I am hoping to get back into the swing of writing so please give me some time ☺️

I have once again begun writing for another fandom so please enjoy the piece below and check out my master list for who I else I write for. As always feedback is always welcome: HATE IS NOT ✨💕

“No Place I’d Rather Be”

Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader

Warnings - Slight angst, hospitalisation, injury talk. Fluffy ending 💞

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Peeling my eyes open, I wince as the harsh light hits my eyes. I turn to see Conrad smirking at me from the doorway. I groan at him and open my mouth to speak.

“Conrad, I am fine”

“Oh yeah because you laying there with multiple facial lacerations, your body basically battered and bruised accompanied by a slight concussion is the perfect picture of health” he answers sarcastically, snapping on the gloves before coming over to check over my injuries.

A laugh turns into another groan as he presses down onto your stomach and over areas of your body.

“Sorry baby” he mumbles giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead after inspection.

“Is everything okay?”

He gives you a bright smile and nods. I see him pacing the room, still worried to leave me.

“Stop lingering, go do your job Hawkins” I command him, giving his hand a quick squeeze of reassurance before he leaves the room, promising to check in on me later.

I watch as he leaves the room, my brain slowly drifting to last night.

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The panic raising in my chest didn’t help as my body ached after being wheeled around Chastain Park.

“Y/N… aged… Car collision… BP… Over…”

I couldn’t make out much of what anyone was saying, of which I would probably be grateful for later on. The pain that I was experiencing was worsening, I felt as if every bone in my body was being crushed and my head was pounding. I was being poked and prodded everywhere. There was only one person that I wanted with me right now.

Attempting to remove whatever was in my way, I did my best to force out the words.

“Get, get Con…” My voice was croaky, and my throat was tight, but I refused to give up. I continued to try and get someone’s attention until I heard his voice.

“I’m here, I’m here, I got you” he whispers, battling his way through the people in his way,coming to comfort me as a team of doctors continue to work around me. I try to take his hand, but I couldn’t concentrate, or even move my hand, everything became unfocused around me and I didn’t have the strength to keep my eyes open.

“That is my Fiancée, my fiancée I swear if anything to her!”

That was the last thing I heard before I was admitted to darkness.

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My daydreaming was interrupted by a small knock on the door and Nic appeared. I give her a small smile as she comes in to do her rounds.

“How is he?” I ask her as she continues to check on my ongoing progress.

“You know what he is like, pacing, worried, irritable, but he will be okay when you are; on another note… Fiancée huh? When did that happen?”

I smile again, the twinkle in my eye slowly returning as she changes the subject.

“Only a couple of days ago, we wanted time before telling everyone”

Nic and I chatted for awhile before she eventually had to say her goodbyes, apparently her and some of the other staff where doing a dance class with Devon to help with his upcoming wedding.

Just as Nic leaves, Conrad enters, with my engagement ring in tow. The paramedic must of held on to it when I was brought in.

He sits on the edge of the bed, takes my hand, and lightly slips the ring back in its rightful place. He attempts to settle on the bed causing me to groan slightly.

“You do realise that this bed is only a single right?”

A deep chuckle comes from him as he suddenly lifts me into his lap, settling me in between his legs, careful to watch the leads that are connected to me, monitoring any changes.

A squeal at the quick movements, smoothing down the hospital gown, before doing my best to settle down again.

“You, okay?” Conrad asks for what feels like the 100th time in less then 24 hours.

I look at the white shirt he keeps under his scrubs. I look up at him, giving him my best puppy look.

“Can I borrow your shirt. You know I hate these stupid gowns”

He smirks at my pitiful begging attempt but quickly hands over the shirt, nonetheless.

“It’s getting late, are you going to meet up with the others?”

He shakes his head and settles down with me, wrapping his arms around my fragile body. I listen as my heartbeat calms beneath him. He is and always will be my safe space.

“There is no place I would rather be right now. I love you Y/N”

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companionjones · 4 years

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You Just Wanted A Nap

Requested by: @theradkid

Request: Hey, if you are accepting requests- could you write an imagine with Conrad Hawkins x reader? Maybe something about the reader being a total badass and they work at the same hospital? xo

Pairing: Conrad Hawkins x Reader

Fandom: The Resident (FOX)

Warnings: Extreme violence, hospital shooting, dead body, blood

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“Are they still going?” Conrad wondered as he came in for his morning shift at Chastain.

Devon nodded with a look of amused appreciation that mirrored the resident. “They’ve been non-stop since last night.”

“Jeez,” Hawkins chuckled, “You know where they are now?”

Pravesh answered, “They’re just finishing up in OR2.”

Conrad smiled, “Thanks,” and headed off to find you.

“Whatever it is, I’m not available,” you notified your boyfriend as you were washing your hands and he came into view. “I just finished a triple shift. I’m dead on my feet. I’m going to take a nap.”

Again, the resident chuckled. “I know, I’m not here to ask you to do anything...except maybe this--” He pulled you in by the hips and kissed you.

Your hand went up to circle around his neck, and Conrad brought you closer. The kiss ended some odd moments later. Not that either of you could tell. Both of you had gotten lost in the embrace.

Once the two of you parted, you sighed, “Alright, unless you want to carry my unconscious body to the nearest bed, I think it’s time for me to go.”

“Who says I wouldn’t be up for carrying you?” Hawkins wondered cheekily.

“Me and my professionalism,” you responded with some laughter.

Conrad gave you one last kiss, and he let you out of his arms.

The on-call room you found was empty and dark enough for you. You would’ve gone to the apartment you shared with Conrad if you weren’t so tired. You fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

“Hhhgghh...Why am I being paged now? Haven’t you people had enough of me?” you mumbled to yourself as you blindly reached for your pager.

Your whole demeanor changed once you saw the code on the screen. Suddenly, you were wide awake. The code meant that there was an active shooter in the building.

A million thoughts raced though you head. Was Conrad okay? Were your patients okay? Were your friends okay? Protocol told you to secure yourself in whatever room you were currently in, but when you went to block the door, gunshots sounded from the other side of it. You finished your task, backed up, and hid yourself.

Screams and violence sounded for what seemed like a very long time to you. Shakily, you crawled to the door so you could look through the small crack under it. Three people were in your line of sight. You couldn’t tell if they were alive or dead. One of them moved. She was begging a man (you could only see his feet) to spare her. He shot her in the head.

The man walked toward your door. You held your breath. He didn’t seem to pay much attention to the room. The mystery murderer just continued down the hallway.

As soon as his footsteps faded from your hearing, you went to work. You opened the door and raced to the injured. Only the woman that you witnessed being shot was dead. You did your best to focus on your job. Once everyone else was stable and hidden, you got really dizzy. You knew it was the adrenaline in you going no where. Taking a deep breath, you settled on what you needed to do. You followed the shooter’s path so you could “clean up” after him and hopefully save some lives.

Meanwhile, Conrad was locked in a room with one of his patients, as per protocol. You occupied most of his thoughts. Poor Conrad had no idea where you were or if you were okay.

He was used to what was happening because he had been in Afghanistan. You, on the other hand, had never seen any of what was going before. He could only hope that you were somewhere safe.

Suddenly, gunshots flew though the air on the other side of Conrad’s door. Conrad immediately moved to comfort his patient.

“I know why you’re doing this!”

Conrad froze at the sound of your voice on the other side of his room’s door.

“I know why you’re doing this,” you repeated with your hands up in surrender. “Can we talk about it?”

The killer shook his head. “There’s nothing to talk about. She’s dead. You idiot doctors killed her!”

“That’s awful. You must be furious.”

He nodded, “I am. I loved Lyla more than anything in this world. And you took her from me.”

“Okay, listen. I understand you’re in pain, but you have to remember...only a few of the doctors in this hospital worked on Lyla. I wan’t one of them, and neither were any of these doctors in this area right now. I can take you to--”

The shooter angrily interrupted you, “No, no! Everyone is responsible. Anyone could have saved her, and nobody did! You’re all responsible!”

Conrad couldn’t breathe. Hearing you talking to a confused and devastated man with a gun in his hand was killing Conrad. He needed to be out there with you, but Conrad was terrified that stepping out there would set the shooter off and get you hurt.

However, the shooter was getting more agitated. Conrad felt that it was becoming true that you would get hurt no matter what. He stepped out of the patient’s room. “Don’t shoot! Don’t hurt them!”

Conrad entering the situation scared the gun man. A shot rang out, but it wasn’t aimed at you. It was headed toward Conrad.

“No!” you screamed, and charged at the shooter.

Everything happened so fast after that. The next thing Conrad remembered was being swarmed by a bunch of doctors. He sat up. “I’m fine. I’m fine! Where are they?”

Devon, who was luckily present, answered, “Y/n’s over there. They’re not hurt. Unlike you! Your arm was just shot! Conrad!” The intern yelled after the resident when Conrad got up to go see you.

When your own group of doctors parted, Conrad saw you, bloody and in shock, clutching a bloody scalpel. The dead shooter was laying some distance away with several stab wounds in his torso.

“Hey,” Conrad greeted softly as he knelt down next to you.

“Hey,” you responded, deep in shock. “Are you okay?” You gazed at his bandaged arm in extreme concern.

Dr. Hawkins shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. How about we focus on your breathing?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

For a few moments, it was just you and Conrad. He leaned his forehead on yours. Your breathing didn’t slow down right away. In fact, it sped up. You were finally processing what had happened. But Conrad was there with you. He held your hand and kept you close. It took some time, but you calmed down.

“Excuse me, Doctor.” An emergency tech placed his hand on Conrad’s shoulder. “But we need to take Dr. L/n--”

“I know,” Conrad cut off, but it wasn’t malicious. He kissed your knuckle. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay? Then maybe we can finally take that nap.”

The joke pulled a small smile from you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Conrad kissed you on the cheek and he disappeared into the crowd of doctors.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I also would love a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics on The Resident over on my page. You should check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapters, headcannons and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

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companionjones · 4 years

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Stupid Spelling Bee

Requested by: Anon

Request: Hi ... I would like you to write a Conrad and Nic oneshot

Pairing: CoNic

Fandom: The Resident (FOX)

Summary: Conrad misses date night.

Warnings: Cursing

Author’s Note: So there’s this one scene (sorry about the quality) that I found hilarious, and I thought about it when I saw the prompt.

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“Pneumothorax,” Irving announced to the two men in front of him.

Conrad was the first to smack the lunch tray he was using as his buzzer. “Pneumothorax. P-N-E-U-M-O-T-H-O-R-A-X. A collapsed lung. Pneumothorax. Give me something hard!”

“Alright,” Irving chuckled, flipping through the textbook in front of him. “Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia.”

That time, Devon was the first to smack his lunch tray. “Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia. S-P-H-E-N-O-P-O--”

“WRONG!” Conrad immediately called out. “The second part of that word, palatine, is derived for the middle French word for palace. Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia. S-P-H-E-N-O-P-A-L-A-T-I-N-E G-A-N-G-L-I-O-N-E-U-R-A-L-G-I-A. Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia.

“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” questioned Nic, who had just entered the room.

Devon, Conrad’s competitor, laughed, “It started off with me brushing up on some of my old medical textbooks.”

Irving exclaimed, “Nerd!” He turned to Nic, “Conrad and I found him, and we thought we would help him.”

Nic laughed, “Of course, Conrad wouldn’t miss a chance to--”

“Flex my spelling skills?” Conrad finished for her. “You’d be right! Next word!” he called to Irving.

“Okay, have fun. Just...Conrad?” She had to call his name to get his attention. “Don’t forget it’s date night tonight. I’m off my shift in two hours.”

Conrad nodded, only a little distracted in that moment. “Of course. I love you.”

Nic smiled, “Love you, too.” She heard the word “Ketoacidosis” as she was shutting the door.

Two hours later, Nic had made three calls to Conrad with no answer. She stood waiting outside the main doors of Chastain. Nic deliberated going to find Conrad. She was sure he’d be in that room she’d last seen him in, still playing that stupid Spelling Bee. But, she decided against it, going home instead.

Conrad woke up the next day, still at Chastain. “What time is it?” he asked aloud.

“8:30,” Irving informed from the part of the floor he had fallen asleep on.

Devon cursed, “My shift starts in a half hour.”

“It probably was a bad idea to turn the spelling bee into a drinking game,” commented Conrad.

Irving was quick to defend himself. “I have no regrets!” He cringed from the volume of his own voice in his head. “I have some regrets.”

Devon used the side of a couch to help him get to his feet. He half-heartedly wondered why no one had slept on it the night before. “Conrad?”

The resident groaned at the sound of his name.

“Weren’t you supposed to go out with Nic last night?” Devon hazily asked.

That got Conrad’s attention. “Shit.” He got to his feet as quickly as he could, which unfortunately wasn’t very fast. “I gotta make it up to her.”

Despite the fresh bagel Conrad had gotten Nic for breakfast that morning from the bakery down the street of Chastain (it was her favorite kind of bagel too), Nic did not budge. She took the gift from Conrad, and didn’t spare a second glance to him.

Conrad knew he’d fucked up. He wasn’t scheduled to be working that day, so he went home, tail between his legs.

Hawkins knew he had to do something big to get back on his girl’s good side after missing date night, so he spent the whole day going grocery shopping and cooking.

Nic Nevin got home to the smell of a whole lot of things burning. “Conrad, what happened?!”

He was using the fire extinguisher on the oven when he saw her. “You’re home already? Jesus,” Conrad looked at the clock, “I thought I had more time!”

Nic remained in the hallway. She waited for an explanation.

Conrad sighed, “I knew you were mad at me for missing last night, so I spent like five hours at the grocery store, looking for that kind of sauce you like, then I came home and I spent the rest of the day trying to make your favorite meal--”

Nic tried to interrupt. “Conrad--”

“Forelsket. F-O-R-E-L-S-K-E-T. Forelsket. It’s the feeling someone gets when they first fall in love.”

She tried again. “Conrad--”

“Mitzpah. M-I-T-Z-P-A-H. Mitzpah. The deep and emotional bond between people.”

“Con--”

“Redamancy. R-E-D-A-M-A-N-C-Y. Redamancy. The act of loving the one who loves you. I was planning on bringing all of this up over a great dinner that would hopefully make you a little less pissed at me, but I just want to let you know that I love you and I’m so sorry for missing--”

Whether consciously or not, Conrad had slowly been making his way over to Nic. She found a way to shut him up. She tugged him close and kissed him.

“You spent the whole day working on dinner for me?” She mumbled against his lips.

Conrad shrugged, “It didn’t go very well.”

Nic laughed and gave Conrad another kiss. “I’m not mad. Well, I was, but I’m not anymore. It was one date night. And you fell asleep during a makeshift spelling bee. How the hell am I supposed to be mad at that?”

Conrad just smiled, happy to be back in Nic’s good graces. “For the record, I won.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more stories on The Resident over on my page. You should check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for preferences, headcannons, drabbles, and one-shots. No smut requests, please. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, feel free to ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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companionjones · 4 years

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To Get Better (Part 3)

Requested by: @closetedgoth8

Request: Hi! I loved that resident fic, could there maybe be a part 3 where they can get the kid treatment, or the gang fights the ‘evil’ doctors to get the kid actual treatment?

Fandom: The Resident (FOX)

Warnings: Surgery reference, fight reference

1 // 2 // 3

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“Good morning,” Conrad greeted cheerily.

Opening your eyes, the first thing you saw was Dr. Hawkins. You responded by saying his name and repeating “Good morning to you, too.”

Conrad smirked as he leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up onto your bed. “I get to watch you today, so what do you want to do?”

“There’s not much to do, Dr. Hawkins. I’m stuck in this room, remember? No one’s allowed to see me or else I could be sent back to those evil doctors.” Your disappointment in your confined situation was shown clearly on your face, so you turned it away from the resident.

He brought his legs down, and leaned closer to comfort you. “Hey, don’t be so upset.” Conrad took a breath, and it looked as if he was using it to deliberate his next inquiry. “...Do you want to go for a ride?”

At first, his question puzzled you. Your concerns were put to rest, however, when Conrad helped you into a wheelchair and began pushing you down the hallways of the hospital.

“But what about the evil doctors?” you wondered.

Conrad laughed, “Stop calling them ‘evil.’ We’re not in some story where we’re heroes fighting villains. And as for the ev...idiotic doctors who are after you...Well, looks like we’ll just have to be careful with avoiding them.”

The day spent by Conrad wheeling you to visit all of your friends throughout the hospital. Your first stop was the ER. Thankfully, it was a slow day. Devon and Irving showed you around the department, and you even helped diagnose a patient. Irving, who found out about the secret that was you later than everyone else, was impressed. He said that after you got better, and maybe completed some odd years of medical school, then a job would possibly be available for you in the ER at Chastain.

Next, Conrad took you to Mina. She was preparing for a surgery with Dr. Austin. AJ was an interesting doctor. Apparently, Mina had told him of you, and AJ was in full support of Conrad’s deceptiveness toward Bell. Another thing about Dr. Austin was his clear-as-day egotistic personality. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you found AJ entertaining. You happily called him by his self-dubbed nickname, “The Raptor.”

To return your kindness, Dr. Austin invited you to sit in on his surgery. It was a routine procedure, so it was likely you wouldn’t see anyone die; and AJ also promised that the observation gallery would be empty except for you and Conrad, so no one would find out about you. Although there was a small complication during the procedure, the patient turned out fine. The only cost was the concern on your and Conrad’s end. Ultimately, you were glad you were able to watch the ordeal.

Your time with Conrad was winding to an end for the day, so Conrad started taking you back to your room. The person watching you for the night was going to be Nic.

“Hey! What are you doing with them?!” A burly man yelled at Conrad from the end of a hallway. He was one of the doctors that favored racking up your medical bill over giving you actual help.

Conrad wheeled you behind himself. “My job, Dr. Stevenson,” the resident firmly notified the approaching agitated man. “This is my patient.”

Dr. Stevenson angrily corrected, “No, this is my patient that you stole from me!”

“That doesn’t matter,” Conrad’s voice suddenly got very low. “What matters is you would rather watch a child get sicker over ending up with less money in your pocket.”

Hawkins didn’t get a verbal response. Instead, Stevenson wound up his fist and went to take a shot at your friend.

“No!” you shouted out of fear.

Conrad easily dodged the punch. He twisted Dr. Stevenson’s arm around the offender’s back and pushed Stevenson against a wall.

“Wait!” You called out to the resident. “Conrad, stop!”

He didn’t respond, Conrad was seeing red.

The commotion was drawing the attention of other personnel. You could tell that they were all viewing Conrad as the bad guy.

“Alright, everybody! Back it up!” came a high-pitched but authoritative voice out of no where. “I’m Dr. Bell’s personal assistant and I say that there is nothing to see here!” A boy appeared. He seemed to be in his very early twenties. Despite that, he was putting on the best show of power that he could. However, he wasn’t very good at it.

You had to hide a smile at how out of place he looked.

He tapped Dr. Stevenson’s shoulder. “Bell needs you right away.”

Stevenson rolled his eyes. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”

Conrad let him go. “If Bell needs you, then Bell needs you.”

“No way I’m leaving you with the child,” scoffed Stevenson. “You’ll just hide them away again!”

Dr. Hawkins shrugged, “I don’t know, man. It sounds like Bell really needs you.”

“He’s by OR-3,” the boy informed.

Dr. Stevenson glared darkly at the boy, then the resident, then you. He stalked off toward OR-3.

“Dr. Hawkins, you better get going now, because Dr. Bell definitely isn’t looking for that guy,” the boy chuckled.

Hawkins looked confused, “How do you know my name?”

“Oh, I’ve heard stories about you. It’s how I knew you were trying to do the right thing in that fight that just happened. You’re always trying to do the right thing.” The boy introduced himself upon seeing Conrad’s still-weary eyes. “I’m Grayson. Grayson Betournay.”

Conrad seemed to be put at ease. “So, you actually are Bell’s assistant.”

Grayson was nearly jumping up and down with excitement. “You’ve heard of me?”

“I’ve heard the name of Bell’s assistant,” Conrad clarified, a little amusement in his voice.

You giggled.

Grayson nodded. Realization that he may have been acting like a fanboy was hitting him. “Right. I’ll-uh-just let you two get on with your day.”

“Thank you. Oh, and Mr. Betournay?” you called as he was walking away.

“I’ve never been called a “Mr.” before. It sounds so official,” he noted childishly.

You laughed again at the boy’s antics. Then, your mood changed, and you nervously asked, “Could you keep me a secret?”

Hawkins continued for you, “We’re trying to get Y/n better, and the only way to do that is for no one to know we have Y/n, especially Bell.”

“You have my word, sir.” Grayson saluted.

The resident chuckled, “Conrad’s just fine.”

As you started to be wheeled away, Grayson looked as if he had just been bestowed the highest honor. “Thank you, Conrad.”

You and Hawkins were both holding back laughter as you rolled away.

“So, eventful day, huh?” commented Conrad once you were settled back in your makeshift hospital room.

Nodding, you admitted, “I want to see The Raptor again, and Grayson was really funny.”

Conrad agreed, “He was. Maybe I could bring them to visit you some time.”

“Dr. Feldman, too?” you wondered.

Conrad smiled, “Feldman, too.”

“Great!” you celebrated. “Maybe he could teach me more about the ER.”

“Maybe,” Conrad chuckled.

There was a knock at the door. It was Nic. “Hey. I heard the two of you had quite the eventful day.”

Conrad nodded, “We did. Y/n, how about you tell Nic about the new friends you made. I’m going to head out and start my rounds.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “Oh! Conrad?”

Hearing you say his name turned him around.

“Thank you so much for today. I really needed to get out of here.”

He smirked, “Any time, kid. Anytime.”

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companionjones · 4 years

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Hints

Requested by: Anon

Request: Hello sweet! How are you? Can you write with reader being a nurse and conrad always flirts with her but she does not take him seriously until he confesses in a cute way.

Pairings: Conrad Hawkins x Nurse!Reader

Fandom: The Resident (FOX)

Warnings: Language!

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“Morning, darling,” a chipper Conrad Hawkins greeted as he set a hot chocolate and bagel in front of you--your favorite.

Despite your job as a nurse, you saw Conrad at least five times a day. You were still trying to figure out whether that was Conrad’s fault or not.

“Good morning, Dr. Hawkins,” you professionally returned with a roll of your eyes.

Conrad was always like that: being sweet beyond sweet to you while still maintaining that ever-present smirk on his lips. He constantly made you question if there was something special between the two of you.

“Don’t you have work you’re supposed to be doing?” You did your best to fake indifference as he leaned over the computer you were at and you continued to type.

He slyly responded, “Not for the next ten minutes.”

“Then why are you here? Why don’t you go to the café and get some food? Or maybe take a nap or something.” It was hard not to look away from your work when Conrad was right there.

Conrad returned, “Well, I’m not hungry or tired, but I do want to talk to you.”

You couldn’t help but settle into the playful atmosphere by chuckling.

The resident leaned down closer to you. “Listen, could you do me a favor and meet me outside the main doors after your shift?”

Utterly confused by the question, you replied, “I...okay. But why--”

Before Conrad could answer, he was paged to the ICU. Nothing urgent, but he still needed to leave.

Conrad used it as an obvious excuse not to answer you query. “Ope, gotta go.” It was clear to you that he was tying to hold back a smile. “See you at seven!”

Groaning, you laid your head down on the keyboard.

At seven, you headed out the main doors of Chastain. The sight that awaited you made you freeze.

Hawkins was standing there, dressed in a full tuxedo, and was holding a dozen roses.

“What the hell?” was all that came out of your throat.

Conrad chuckled, “Hear me out. I was running out of options. You...uh...you weren’t picking up on any of my hints. For the longest time, I thought you weren’t interested in me. But then Mina convinced me of the opposite the other day, and...I thought I’d take a chance.” He offered you the roses.

Unable to do anything else, you laughed. “This is it!” you exclaimed, “This is the dream! Wow! I can’t believe this is happening to me! Ha, Jesus Christ!”

The doctor took such amusement in your joy that he started laughing along with you. “So, what do you say? Will you go out on a date with me?”

“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” You rushed forward and hugged Conrad as close as you could. “This is so cool!”

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I also would love a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics about The Resident over on my page. You should check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapters, headcannons and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

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companionjones · 4 years

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Why Are You So Nervous?

Requested by: Anon

Request: Hi, i dont know if you taking requests. Could write with reader being a paramedic and conrad falls in love with her

Pairings: Conrad Hawkins x Reader

Fandom: The Resident FOX

Summary: Conrad has a crush on you, but you make him uncharacteristically nervous.

Warnings: Heart attack, hospitals, Conrad’s a bit oc (sorry)

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“52 year old male heart attack victim. Attack happened 4 hours ago. Vitals are normal now--”

“As I’ve been telling these EMT guys, I’m fine now. There was no reason to bring me here,” the patient protested.

Dr. Hawkins smiled at the man, “Alright, sir. We just need to check you out to make sure you’re okay to go home.”

The man sighed, “Fine. I want to be outta here by nine tonight, though.”

“We’ll get you home as soon as we can, sir.”

Conrad and an EMT wheeled the man into the ER, but Dr. Feldmen said that he had it from there.

So, Conrad followed the EMT back out to the ambulance.

“Thanks,” the EMT--sorry, you mentioned. “He wouldn’t shut up the whole ride here.”

For a second, Hawkins looked as if he was going say something, but then he just nodded.

Then, the two of you stood there for a couple seconds in awkward silence.

“Okay...,” you started, “I...uh...think I’m gonna go now...”

Again, all Conrad did in response was nod.

“...Nice talk...” You added on your way out.

A few minutes later, Pravesh greeted his resident by asking, “How’s L/n?”

“They got a new haircut. You should see--Wait, how’d you know Y/n was here?”

Dr. Pravesh smirked, “You’re grinning like an idiot.”

Conrad attempted to hide his smile, but very much failed. “Shut up, man.”

“Why don’t you ask them out already? They would say yes,” Devon informed.

Hawkins was quiet for a moment, thinking up an answer. “...It’s complicated.”

Pravesh almost snorted, “No it’s not! You like them, they like you back. There’s nothing complicated about it.”

“Yes, there is!” Conrad opened his mouth several times to try and give some support for his reasoning. Then, he just sighed, “Look...the truth is, I’m nervous. Jesus, I’m a marine. I’ve seen combat! But when I’m around Y/n...It’s like they take up my whole mind. When I try to talk or anything, I start tripping over my words, or I freeze up, or...I don’t know. What the hell am I going to do?”

Devon eyed his friend. “Wow. The Great Conrad Hawkins, afraid to ask someone out on a date.”

The resident got defensive. “Hey, I didn’t say that I was scared.”

Pravesh smiled, “Okay, then ask them out during drinks tonight?”

“Y/n’s going to be there tonight?”

Devon grinned, “They are now,” as he got out his phone and started texting you.

Conrad groaned inward as he tried to focus on his work.

At seven that night., you, Conrad, Devon, Irving, Mina, A.J., and Jessica all met at a nearby bar to hang out.

An hour in, and you were having a weird time. Your main focus that night was Conrad, and it was not for your normal reasons.

The resident hadn’t spoken a word to anyone. Usually, it was only you he was awkward around, but tonight it was everyone.

Eventually, you decided to say something about it. You ambushed Conrad on the way out of the bathroom, and asked why he was acting the way he was.

He couldn’t really meet your eyes at first.

“Come on, you can tell me. I know something’s up with you,” you encouraged.

Still, you got nothing from him.

“Why won’t you tell me? Is it something to do with me? Do you hate me or something--?”

Hawkins reacted, “No! No. Trust me, that’s not what this is.”

“Then what is this, Conrad?” you worried.

He stayed silent, waiting for you to say something.

You didn’t. You wanted an explanation.

“OkayIlikeyou,” Conrad rushed out, “I like you a lot, Y/n. It’s just, I don’t know...He then proceeded to ramble to on about how much he liked you and how nervous you made him.

You let him go on for almost half a minute before you cut him off. “Conrad.”

He gasped for air. “Yeah?”

“Do me a favor.”

“Yeah.”

“Ask me out on a date.”

Conrad choked on his spit. “I...h...”

“Hey. Deep breath.”

Hawkins took a deep breath.

“Now. Ask me out on a date.”

Another deep breath. Then, unexpectedly, Conrad started chuckling. “I can’t believe I’ve been acting like this,” he commented. He backed you up to a wall, and kissed you.

After a few moments, Conrad separated from you. He murmured, “Would you like to go out with me?”

Suddenly, you were the one tripping over your words.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I also would love a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics about The Resident over on my page. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapters, headcannons and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

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companionjones · 5 years

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Together

Fandoms: New Amsterdam and The Resident

Pairing: Max Goodwin x Reader x Conrad Hawkins

Summary: You’re in and out of a lot of hospitals because of your condition. Throughout your life and your many trips to hospitals, you’ve gotten close to many doctors. You wake up to two such doctors in New York City.

Warnings: Hospitals, losing hope, making light of a pretty bad situation

Author’s Note: Okay so here’s what’s up. During my Junior year, I would write stories in the extra spaces in my notebook. The stories only usually took up about half a page, so they’re really short. Just a heads up.

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When you woke up, you sprung forward in bed. You were hooked up to every wire imaginable, and you had a tube down your throat. You were choking.

Two pairs of arms came out of no where, and tried to get you to lay down. The tube was taken out of your throat. You realized Conrad and Max were at both of your sides. They both had panic mixed with relief in their eyes, and both were telling you to settle down. Conrad and Max were trying to keep themselves as calm as possible as well.

Finally, you managed to get your heartrate to slow down. “Whi...Which hospital?” you asked, gasping for air.

They knew you were confused because both of them were with you. “New Amsterdam,” clarified Conrad, “They called me over because you...”

Max finished for the resident, “You got really bad this time.”

His smile recognizable to you as him trying to act optimistic, when in reality he was losing hope. Conrad looked the same.

“Well, that’s awful,” you stated matter-of-factly. Then, you chuckled. You couldn’t help it. “If I knew this is what it would take to get you two in a room together...”

Both men broke down into laughter.

Conrad smiled, “You shouldn’t say that...”

“Yeah, come on. Our goal is to get you out of these places,” Max grinned.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics over on my page. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

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companionjones · 5 years

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Doctor And Patient

Fandom: The Resident (FOX)

Pairing: Conrad Hawkins x Reader

Summary: You’re one of Conrad’s patients.

Warnings: Slight mention of seizures

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Waking up to a coughing fit was never a good thing to experience. You sat up in bed to try and make the attempt end faster.

It was a comfort to see Conrad beside you. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey, Dr. Hawkins,” you took a few sips of the water he offered you, “How bad was it?” You asked, assuming you had just experienced one of your many seizures.

Conrad sighed, “Well, it got pretty bad. But you’re still with us...you’re still with us.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on The Resident over on my page. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

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companionjones · 5 years

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Hospitals, Heroin, and Hikes

Requested by: @sej1983

Request: Can we get a Conrad x reader where maybe she gets attacked and Conrad has to protect her or save her?

Fandom: The Resident FOX

Pairing: Conrad Hawkins x Reader

Warnings: Slight cursing, slight mentions of drug use

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Opening your eyes, you realized little made sense to you. You couldn’t go more than a couple seconds without blinking, and everything around you was too blurry for your liking.

Suddenly, Conrad came into view. He was saying something, but you had no idea what. You noticed he looked terrified. You assumed it had something to do with the fact that you were probably dying. You tried to reach out to him, to tell him not to worry, but you were too weak for it. All you could pull from your throat before it filled with blood was a strained, “Con--” Finally, you blacked out.

The world came back to you slowly and painfully. When you opened your eyes, the lights were too bright, and it was too hard to breathe. You groaned.

That’s when you realized Conrad was next to your hospital bed. He called out your name and squeezed your hand.

“Conrad?” you rasped, “What happened?”

He went on to explain that one of the patients you were with was going through heroin withdrawal. The patient freaked out, grabbed a scalpel, and stabbed you multiple times in the stomach. Conrad was the first to get to you, and he was able to stop the bleeding long enough to get you into surgery. Conrad saved your life.

“Connie...” you mumbled, getting the resident to lean in closer, “...thank you...”

Dr. Hawkins just chuckled, “Anytime. We couldn’t lose the best doctor at Chastain, could we?”

That got you to laugh, too.

Conrad grew serious, “...And I couldn’t lose you either.”

A watery smile grew across your features. “Conrad...”

He looked up from his hands to meet your eyes. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I was pretty scared, too,” you smiled when Conrad barked out a laugh. Biting your lip, your heart sped up at the thought of what you were going to say next. “How about, once I get healed up, we go out and get something to eat or something?”

The resident grinned, “I’m looking forward to it. But just so you know, I’m not going waste someone as beautiful as you on some ordinary restaurant. Give me some time, I’m going to come up with a date that will blow your mind.”

“Alright, but don’t get too many ideas. I have a feeling my Dr. Hawkins won’t want me to move around too much in the first couple weeks after I’m out of here. So no hikes.”

Conrad smirked, “Yeah, I also have a feeling Dr. Hawkins will feel that way. No hikes. Deal.”

“Deal,” you agreed.

The two of you shook on it.

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