gonna test the waters in a new fandom. Let me know if you liked the work I post later!

So my wife and me finished watching the first season of Bates Motel and we love it! Can’t wait till the second season comes out in german.

We are especially fond of the beautiful cast! Like, is there any ugly person in this show? Everyone’s so hot. And of course the story~

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”

Walking into a new fandom be like:

when you accidentally stumble into a new fandom that is not huge and prolific as you’re used to and you’re just looking around going “okay, who do i follow on tumblr and twitter for this? where and the group chats and discord and how can i get invited?”

then on to ao3, “5 pages? that can’t be right! where is all the fic?!”

then you realize, “oh NO i have to WRITE the fic don’t i?

I got my bf into Stormlignt Archive and he’s finally far enough in that I could start showing him fanart! I am having so much fun helping someone into the joys (and feel spren) of the cosmere