#conrad hawkins x reader
Just a note- I tend to write this in an AU format where Nic and Conrad didn’t date. It makes writing easier because I could never write over Nic. I love their relationship.
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“One Hundred Percent”
Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader
Warnings- None? Fluff
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Since bringing our baby girl home from the hospital, sleep has become, well, none existent.
Both me and Conrad settle into a routine quickly but sometimes our sweet girl refuses to sleep.
Tonight happens to be one of those nights.
Her cries burst into the main bedroom and I am up in an instant.
“She’s up again” I mumble getting ready to exist the bed.
Conrad shifts his weight to lay me back down. He presses a kiss on my forehead and says “I’ll go get her, you go back to sleep”
He climbs from the bed and pads into the nursery.
As much as I’d love to go back to sleep my body has become custom to being awake when my baby is.
I wrap the blanket around myself and follow my baby daddy.
I stay by the entrance and watch the scene unfold.
The crying stops as soon as she lands herself in Conrad’s arms.
She said her first word only a couple of days ago and it’s quickly become a habit.
I smile to myself as she babbles to her father.
“Mama, Mama, Mama”
“Dada will have to do for now. Can you say dada?”
Conrad had been trying to get her to say it for awhile but she makes a show of mocking him. It makes for a good laugh.
He tries to put her back down into her crib but she clings onto his shirt, whinging again.
“Okay honey, okay” Conrad picks her up again and sways slowly.
He stays there, letting her babble garbage before another word leaves her mouth.
“Dada”
A gasp escapes my mouth as I watch Conrad’s face light up. He laughs to himself and smiles as he cradles his daughter.
He spots my presence at the door and waves me in.
I stand next to him and marvel at my little family. We fought long and hard to get where we are now and I couldn’t be more grateful.
Eventually, Gigi falls asleep against Conrad’s shoulder and we settle her back down into her crib.
I may not get much sleep but it is one hundred percent worth it for moments like this.
Here is a second one for all the Conrad Hawkins fans out there ☺️
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“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 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”
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 be my safe space.
“There is no place I would rather be right now. I love you Y/N”
