#devon pravesh x reader

[angelsvoice1love]

Unknown (pt 1)

Y/n: Really, Conrad? You asked, as he threw his energy drink on the man's car.

Conrad: Yes. He parked on a disabled parking, and he wasn't at all. So, this is what he gets.

Y/n: Well, if he's breaking the law...then I guess it's only fair. You replied, smiling at him.

After a while of running around, and treating patients a mother with a little girl came running in yelling and asking for help.

Since you are a 2nd year resident, you ran up to the mother and the daughter. You started listening to her breathing, it was slow and sounded steady. Suddenly, she started seizing. After you gave her a shot to stop the seizing, the girl was lying calm.

Y/n: Ma'am, does your daughter have a history of seizures?

Girls mom: N...no. Never.

Conrad: Mind telling me, what happened today?

Girls mom: She was...uh...she said she had a headache and she also had a fever. But I thought she was just getting a flu.

Conrad: Any other symptoms, that we should know about?

Girls mom: Yes...she...she said that she had a tummy ache too and uh...um...vomited twice.

Y/n: Your call Dr Hawkins. You said, looking over at him since he was assigned to your case.

Conrad: Run tests, MRI, X-ray, and Labs.

Nodding, you made notes of the tests that needed to be done, and got on it right away.

"Few hours later"

Y/n: CONRAD! you yelled, down the hallway, as you ran to him.

Slipping in the process, Conrad caught you in his arms preventing you from falling.

Conrad: Woah. Are you okay? He asked, as he pulled you up.

Y/n: Um...yeah. Thank you. You replied, as you swallowed. The...the test came in. Little Anita, has swelling on the brain as shown here on the MRI, X-ray shows that her chest is normal and her blood shows that she has a few divisionsies in her blood.

Conrad: Okay. I'll consult with the neurosurgeon, ask what he thinks we should do. In the mean time, I want you to give her some vitamin c, vitamin e and calcium. Also make sure she stays hydrated.

Y/n: Anything else?

Conrad: Let's just hear what Dr Cooper says before we do anything else.

Nodding, you turned around to leave, when you were stopped by Conrad speaking.

Conrad: Note, be careful on the floor, we wouldn't want you falling now would we?

Y/n: You'd be worth falling for. You said, which caused you and Conrad to laugh.

Conrad: That was a horrible pun.

Y/n: Sometimes, you just got to make one.

After a long shift, a little girl that was in the clear you could finally go home.

Once you got home you took a shower, washed your hair and once you were done you dried your hair and got dressed in your pj's.

There was a knock on the door which made you frown, then suddenly the door opened to reveal Conrad.

Y/n: Conrad? What are you doing here? You asked, as you grabbed the black silk robe next to you.

Conrad: This. He gave a simple answer as he kissed you.

Y/n: Conrad, what are we doing? You asked, as you placed your forehead on his, and your hands on his chest. What about Nic?

Conrad: Shh. Don't talk. He said, as he kissed you again.

Without hesitating, you kissed him back as he undid the robe making it fall open. With ease he brushed it off your shoulders, as his hands moved to your waist. Moving his hand up on your waist trying to remove your shirt, he asked you to jump and you did.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arms around his neck you giggled as he kissed your neck. Moving your hair to the other side, you you connected your lips as he laid you down gently.

Conrad removed his jacket, shirt and pants leaving him in his underwear.

Hovering over you Conrad, smiled as he kissed your nose and forehead before looking at your pj's.

Conrad: These are beautiful, fortunately I get to take this off. He said, causing you both to laugh.

He gently, pulled down the side of the strap kissing your shoulder then your collarbone. Conrad moved his hand to your leg, as he rubbed your leg.

He then kissed your neck, your hand moved to his hair, as you pulled his to your lips.

Y/n: No foreplay, Conrad.

Conrad: That eager I see. Alright then, no foreplay. He connected your lips as he moved to take off your clothes.

"Next morning"

Y/n: Morning. You said, shifting to your side as you looked at Conrad.

Conrad: Morning. He replied, laying on his stomach looking at you. You know, there's still some time before, we go to work.

Y/n: What are you getting at Conrad.

Conrad: You know what I mean. He smirked, as he attacked you with kisses.

After a while, Conrad fell beside you on his back and you both were breathing heavily as you both looked at the ceiling.

Conrad: That was fun.

Y/n: Yeah...fun. But...should that have happened? You asked, looking at him.

Conrad: What? Why are you asking that? He questioned, as he sat up.

Y/n: I...i don't know. You said, sitting up holding the covers to your chest. I just...im not sure what happened last night or this morning...i don't know the meaning behind it.

Conrad: I don't know either. All I know is I couldn't wait anymore to be with you. We can talk about this, work it out.

Y/n: How about dinner?

Conrad: Tonight, after shift?

Y/n: Takeout. It'll be better, since we'll both be tired.

Conrad: Deal. He said, as he kissed your cheek. Before I leave, you should know all 6 times were amazing. He Siad, making you blush crazy.

As Conrad, finished getting dressed you kept looking at him and smiling as he come by to give you another passion filled kiss before leaving.

It was official, you were involved in something with Conrad that you didn't even know how it will end up in the end of it all.

Question was, how would it end with everyone around at the hospital and anyone can find out.

[companionjones]

Flirting, Flowers, and Forgiveness

Requested by: Anon

Request: hi love!! could a request a fic for the resident? for devon x reader? like the reader gets jealous of someone flirting with her boyfriend and he teases her about it?

Pairing: Dr. Devon Pravesh x Reader

Fandom: The Resident (FOX)

Warnings: A little reference at the end, I think that’s it

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    “Good morning! I’m Dr. Pravesh, and I’m going to be taking care of you today.” Devon introduced himself as he walked up to a bed in the ER.

    His patient that day was a young woman, and her eyes widened when she saw her doctor. “Well hello, Dr. Pravesh. Suddenly, I’m not so upset to be in a hospital.”

    Dean chuckled good-naturedly, “I’m honored, but I’d still like to get you out of here as soon as possible.”

    The patient shook her head. “I’ll be fine staying as long as you’re here.”

    Pravesh humored the patient while he checked out her injured leg. “Yep, that’s definitely broken,” he then pointed out. “You’re going to have to see our head of orthopedic surgery.”

    “No!” she playfully whined, “I want you to fix me!”

    Devon shrugged. “Sorry. Someone will be with you in a moment. Someone who isn’t me,” he added to tease her as he was walking away.

    “I really wish strangers would stop hitting on you,” you pointed out as you signed your name on some paperwork at the nurses’ station.”

    Again, he shrugged. Devon leaned back against the counter with the smuggest look on my face. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

    Rolling your eyes, you quickly finished what you were doing, and put it away. You turned and walked away from Devon.

    Needless to say, that took him off guard. “Whoa Y/n, wait!” He cut you off before you got to the door. “Are you really jealous?” The question wasn’t accusatory. Devon was truly surprised.

    Sighing, you declared, “I see at least three people offer you sex every week. As your girlfriend, yeah. I’m a little jealous.”

    Devon defended himself. “You know I would never do that to you, right?”

    “...Of course. I know that,” you conceded. “But knowing it doesn’t make it such any less. You didn’t have anything else to say, so you kept walking.

    Hours later in your shift, you hadn’t talked to Devon since. That was, until he walked up to you with a flower in his hand.

    You observed it as it spun between your fingers before turning your gaze back up to Devon.

    He explained his actions. “I will give you one of those every time someone hits on me, inside or outside of this hospital. I’d like it to remind you of us and how I feel about you. Okay?”

    A few more spins later, and you nodded. “Yeah, okay. This is pretty cute of you, by the way. Thank you.”

    “Anytime,” he smiled. “So, since that’s over, may I point out how adorable you are when you’re jealous?”

    “Shut up,” you forced your grin down into a half-smirk.

    Devon continued, “I’m serious. That little pot of yours kills me every time I see it.”

    “You keep going like that, Pravesh, and you’ll be buying me a whole bouquet of flowers to try and get back into my bed.”

    He shut up, but Devon was still chuckling on his way back to the ER.

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[talatomaz]

familar faces | nic nevin x carter!reader

a/n: this is set during “the snap” but after crisis on infinite earths.

fun fact: nic is played by emily vancamp who was also sharon carter and julian booth is played by jenna dewan who was lucy lane in supergirl. (there are more people from dctv/marvel in this show too)

warnings: mentions of death/blood

word count: 2.2k

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reader is sharon carter’s sister who, after the latter died during the snap, went to earth 1 where she helped kara, sara, barry, oliver and the rest of their teams restart their universe. when the world was rebirthed, reader woke up to find herself in an atlanta hospital with a familiar nurse caring for her

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“Thank you, Oliver.”

Those were the last words you heard before you were swept away, along with the other paragons, in a flash of white light. You were in a state of constant movement as you saw moments of your life fly by. You focused on each memory, the important ones having a much more lasting appearance.

FLASH

You looked up at your friends in shock when it was revealed you were a paragon who could help save the universe. This was crazy. You had left an Earth devastated by insurmountable loss to now be faced with the exact same issue, except this seemed to be exacerbated tenfold. You nodded in agreement when Barry asked you to help his wife, Iris, Superman and Lois in their pursuit for the rest of the paragons.

FLASH

You found yourself in a poorly guarded building where you were immediately greeted by a man in a red suit, a woman smartly dressed, another in a white lab coat and another male with long hair, a tablet in hand. You expressed your confusion when, in a flash, cuffs were placed on your wrists. You rolled your eyes in annoyance as you looked down at the chains secured around your wrists.

You had just arrived on this Earth, somehow misplaced after “The Snap” on your Earth and having gone through extensive Shield and CIA training, you unlocked the cuffs with ease and faced the group. You explained who you were and where you were from, and Dr Strange’s theory of multiple universes was confirmed when the latter male expressed his glee at your appearance.

FLASH

You launched into Sharon’s arms and hugged your sister tightly. The both of you clung to each other, distraught over your Great Aunt Peggy’s passing. You hadn’t seen Sharon in months as she had been recruited into JTTF by Ross and you had stayed back home, to look after your Aunt, and to join Maria in working at the New Avengers Facility after Shield was disbanded.

Tears fell from your eyes as you mourned your beloved family member. Sharon rocked you both where you stood and murmured a simple ‘I love you’.

FLASH

God, you felt like you had the world’s biggest hangover.

You touched your head, immediately wincing at the sudden pain and you were shocked to see the remnants of blood on your fingertips. You sat upright before you were gently pushed back down by an Indian man, dressed in a white doctor’s coat.

“Stay down. You had a pretty nasty fall that caused that cut on your head. You’ll need some stitches which I’ll get a nurse to do and I can get you something for the pain. But first, I need your name.”

“Where am I?” You asked, ignoring his protests when you sat up once more.

“You’re in the hospital.” The man replied.

“Where?” You repeated, swinging your legs off the bed.

“Chastain Park Memorial, in Georgia, Atlanta.”

The man was joined by another doctor, who looked fairly young, his wrists riddled with beaded bracelets. They both began a quiet discussion and you could only catch certain words. Head fall...could have amnesia...confusion.

“Doctor?”

“Conrad Hawkins and this is my resident, Dr Devon Pravesh.”

“Look, Doctors, I’m fine. I don’t have amnesia and I’m not confused. Well, maybe a little but not because of this.” You gestured your head, the bleeding having stopped.

“I just need my-my phone.”

You looked around for the device when your voice faltered as your eyes widened at the woman approaching.

It couldn’t be.

When the blonde stopped at the foot of your hospital bed, you looked at her in both shock and confusion.

“Ah, this is Nurse Nic Nevin. Nic, this is...”

“Y/N. Y/N Carter.” You answered but found no semblance of recognition in the female’s eyes.

The trio of medical professionals gave each other quick knowing glances before returning their focus to you.

“Y/N, nice to meet you. I’m going to get you all stitched up, get a CT scan done and then, if everything’s good, you’ll be free to go.”

Your sister-no, the nurse-explained. You must still be on Earth 1. No. It was destroyed. And then saved again.

You jumped off the bed, immediately reaching for your coat when you stilled at the news announcement coming from a TV nearby.

“An entity known as the Anti-Monitor attacked Earth intent on its destruction. Thankfully, we were saved by Earth's greatest heroes.”

The pieces then began to fall into place as you realised the events that had come to pass. After the universe was restarted, you and the other paragons must have ended up in different places. The rebirth must have caused you to faint and hit your head which is how you ended up here. That also explained why there was a doppelgänger of your late sister here. It was the Earth 1 version.

Refocusing on the news segment, you listened as the President expressed her condolences and gratitude for Oliver’s sacrifice. At this, your knees weakened and you expected yourself to hit the ground, ready for the impact on the hard marble floor. It didn’t come though. You were held upright by Sharon-Nic, her arms securely wrapped under your arms.

“That news is quite alarming. It was to me when I first heard it.”

She led you back to the bed, where the two doctors were still stood, and gently sat you down.

“I don’t get it. Why didn’t Ollie save himself?” You murmured to yourself.

“You knew Oliver Queen?” Dr Hawkins asked.

“In a manner of speaking.” You replied, lost in your own thoughts.

You were interrupted when you felt a warm wet cloth on your head. Looking up, you noticed the doctors had left leaving Nurse Nevin and you alone as the former started to clean your wound.

“What do you know about this Crisis?” You asked, trying to gage her response to see how receptive she was to the existence of multiple Earths.

“Not much. Just that Oliver Queen, a vigilante from Star City saved our world alongside some other heroes. Apparently there was a Crisis on Infinite Earths but none of us seem to remember much.” She explained, as she stitched your wound, noticing the lack of pain expressed on your face.

“Oh, this is nothing. I’ve had much worse. Believe me. Though, usually, I do my own stitching.”

“You a cop or something?” She raised her brow in question.

“Or something.” You laughed dryly.

“You’re quite the mystery, y/n Carter.” Your sister’s doppelgänger admired.

“You don’t know the half of it.” You countered.

“Tell me.”

You glanced up to stare into the familiar eyes. “Are you sure? This could be shocking to hear.”

When she reassured you and angled you in getting you to reveal your secret, you finally relented.

“Fine. But if you don’t believe me, don’t say I didn’t tell you so. Look, I told you my name but I didn’t tell you who I was. I helped Oliver and some of my friends to rebirth the universe but I’m originally from a different Earth-a different universe. I’m from a place where my family and closest friends are heroes. Similar to here, I guess.”

You then explained about ‘The Snap’, that you worked for a now-corrupt Government organisation but were currently employed by another secret organisation. You paused when you got onto the subject of your sister but continued anyway.

“I lost my sister to ‘The Snap’ and so many others. The reason why I was so shocked when I saw you was because...”

You faltered once more but at Nic’s persistence, you sighed, “You look exactly like her.”

The former looked at you in sheer disbelief and now probably thought you were certifiable so you quickly reached for your phone that was in your coat. Unlocking the device, you opened your photos app and your heart clenched as you scrolled through the photos.

You stopped at a photo of you and Sharon pictured at the gun range where you had beaten her for the first time; your faces were painted with smiles and a look of admiration and pride filled her eyes.

Showing your phone to the Nurse, you heard her gasp, “Oh My God. It’s true.”

“She was everything to me.” You whispered, tears filling your eyes at the painful memory.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” She said, her hand rubbing your arm in a tender embrace. She may not be your sister but she knew exactly how to comfort you.

“Thanks.” Wiping your tears, you jumped when your phone came to life in your hand, vibrating furiously, as Kara’s face replaced the photo on your screen.

“Kara?” You immediately answered the call and couldn’t help but smile at the superhero’s voice.

“Thank Rao, you’re okay! We couldn’t find you. Where are you?”

“It’s a long story. I’m at the hospital. I promise I’m okay!” You said, when the blonde shouted down the phone in shock.

“Kara, I may not have super hearing but there’s no need to shout. I’ll explain everything later, I just-”

Your next words caught in your throat as you heard two familiar voices.

“Kara, I have to go. I’ll call you back in a bit.”

Hanging up the phone, you pushed back the curtain and you and Nic ran to the origin of the voices. You stopped at the two figures who were clambering out of the beds they were wheeled in on. You shook your head, thinking your mind was playing tricks on you.

There was no way their doppelgängers were here too, even less plausible was the idea that it was actually them.

“Y/N!”

Your jaw dropped as the brunette called your name, the male doing the same when he saw you. It really was them.

You ran up to the beds that the duo were on and stared in shock, “Maria? Nick? Is it really you?”

“Of course it’s us. Now what the hell is going on?” The former director of Shield questioned. Definitely Fury.

You laughed, hugging Nick and then doing the same to Maria. She pulled you from her arms and placed her hands on your shoulders.

“What happened? Last we knew, we were in Atlanta when we...disappeared and the next moment, we were back again.”

“You’re technically still in Atlanta. Wait, how is this even possible?”

“Agent Carter, what’s going on?” Fury asked Nurse Nevin whose mouth opened but no words came out.

“That-That’s not Sharon. This is Nurse Nic Nevin. Um, is there a private place we could talk, Nic?”

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Nic led you to a unoccupied conference room where you found yourself joined again by the two male doctors.

You caught everyone up to speed but still remained confused as to how the Shield duo were back.

“Maybe the rebirth of this universe somehow stopped Thanos from doing what he did.” Fury suggested and Maria nodded in agreement.

“Nick’s probably right. And in the midst of it all, we were both somehow transported here.”

“So does that mean everyone’s back?” You asked, standing up to lean on the table.

“More than likely.” Maria answered.

“We have to go home. Sharon. She could be back. I have to see her, Maria.”

“I know. We just need to figure out how to get back home.”

“How the hell do you travel to another Earth?” Conrad questioned.

Instead of answering, you dialled Kara’s number and on the first ring, the former picked up.

“Kara, I need your help. Can you get an extrapolator from Cisco and meet me at Chastain Park Memorial? I’ll explain when you’re here.”

Disconnecting the call, you counted down from 10 and upon reaching 1, the blonde in question appeared at the conference room door.

Everyone’s faces were covered with a look of shock making you laugh as you gestured for the hero to enter. She ran to you and lifted you up in a bone-crushing hug, glad that you were okay. She released you when you said you were having trouble breathing.

“Is everything okay in here?”

All of your heads turned to the door where a woman stood, smartly dressed.

“Lucy?” Kara asked in surprise but she introduced herself as Julian Booth, a device representative for QuoVadis.

“Kara, I think there’s some things you need to know.”

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You explained the situation to Kara and she told you about what had happened in Star City whilst you were here, including the fact that the Anti-Monitor had been shrunk and would stay like that forever, much to his chagrin. She then wished you luck for your return home and expressed her desire for you to continue visiting. After saying goodbye to you, you did the same to Nic and the two doctors.

“You ready to go, y/n?”

“Yeah. Nic, I know this day has probably been the weirdest one of your life but thank you. You may not have known my sister or even be her but I can tell, deep down, you’re exactly like her.”

She smiled and hugged you whilst Dr Hawkins and Dr Pravesh elected to remain in place, watching the embrace.

You returned her smile and joined Nick and Maria. Pressing the extrapolator, a portal appeared in front of you and you looked at the duo,

“Let’s go find my sister.”

[devonpravesh]

the kiss

pairing: devon pravesh x fem!reader

summary: a woman in the er flirts with the reader’s crush, devon.

warnings: none/cursing.

“Ah, Ms. Rogers, I’m doctor Pravesh and this is doctor (Y/L/N),”

“Oh god, if I had known you would’ve been my doctor I would’ve done a bit more about my appearance.” A woman in her mid-to-late twenties said.

I softly chuckled, “You’re here for lowerback pain, I think figuring out what’s going on down there is more important whether doctor Pravesh thinks you’re attractive or not.”

She gave me a side eye while I quietly eyed her up and down. Dark brown hair, green-blueish eyes, plump lips. Devon’s type.

“If you could lay on your stomach for us that’d be great.” I said sarcastically. Devon rolled his eyes.

“Alright, where exactly is the pain coming from?” Devon asked her while we put on gloves.

“Just above my bum.” She said.

“Alrighty, let me have a look.” I said before Devon could speak.

“Very well, Ms. (Y/L/N),”

I softly touched her back while she let out a short hiss. “I’m sorry! It feels really stiff here.” I said while continuing to put pressure on it.

“It hurts! That’s enough! I want doctor Pravesh to look at it!” She yelled at me. I rolled my eyes and took off my gloves while standing up from the chair, “Whatever.” I muttered softly.

“I’m sorry for doctor (Y/L/N)’s behaviour,” Devon spoke as he put on his gloves, “Now, let me have a look.” I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary comment.

He put a bit of pressure on it as Ms. Rogers kept making flirty comments.

Devon blushed as she gave him a compliment about his appearance.

What is wrong with this guy? Usually he’s confident.

“Well, Ms. Rogers, seems like you have herniated disc, meaning that a fragment of the disc nucleus that is pushed out of the annulus, into the spinal canal through a tear or rupture in the annulus. We cannot give you any treatment for this expect antibiotics for the pain. If the symptoms continue for longer than six weeks it is recommended to come back and we’ll have to find a solution.” Devon simply explained.

“So I’m just gonna have to live with it?”

“No, the pain should go away on its own in a few weeks, but like doctor Pravesh explained, if it’s still there after six weeks, we recommend that you come back.”

“Alright. Thank you so much, doctor Pravesh. And you too, doctor (Y/L/N).”

“Of course, it’s our job.”

My pager went off as Ms. Rogers kept asking Devon some more questions, some more personal and others more work related.

“That’s me. I’ll see you at lunch break.” I said and quickly left the room, looking around for Mina.

“What’s up?”

“Kid in E.R. Had a seizure, asked for you.” She quickly explained and we went our seperate ways.

Lunch break.

“What was that?” Devon asked as he put down his tray.

“What was what?”

“Your attitude in there with Ms. Rogers, she needed professional help and you were being bitchy to her.” He slightly raised his voice at me.

God, that was so attractive.

“Well, she was being a little bitch to me, too.”

“You’re overreacting, she was not. And even if she was, we’re doctors, we’re supossed to help anyone. Not matter what. And for a matter of fact, I know you’re not upset because of her so-called attitude. So tell me, what’s really wrong?”

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

“What?”

“I really like you, Devon. And I didn’t want to make things awkward so I never told you. Of anyone for that matter. So her flirting with you just really got to me, because I know for a matter of fact that dating someone you work with will not work out.”

“(Y/N)... How long have you felt this way?”

“For a a long time now. I just didn’t want to ruin what we have. I know it’s not close to a relationship but I like what we have. We’re good friends, and if admitting my feelings for you will change that, than I wish I could take it all back. But I can’t. So Devon Pravesh, I like you, and if you don’t like me back, so be it.”

He started smiling, “Yeah, no, I get it. Doing this... could totally ruin the work environment, not only for us,” He kept talking while inching closer to me until our lips touched. I quickly moved my arms around his neck.

“Hate to interrupt but I have some important news to talk about.” Bell said.

“What is it?” I spoke while my face kept getting redder as Bell kept staring at us.

“We don’t have enough guests for tonight charity gala and we need the money, do you two by any chance know some rich people willing to give money to a hospital?”

“I could ask around, I know I have some CEOs in the family.” Devon said.

“My sister and her husband should be able to come, they have their own law firm so they have money to spend.”

“Alright, that’ll be all.” He said and left.

“So, uhm,” I started but immediately stopped, not know what to say.

“Yeah,” We both started laughing after a few seconds of silence.

“I probably should apologise for my comments earlier, didn’t mean to come across as rude. I just never expected you to like me like that.” He said while shifting from one foot to the other.

“‘S alright. The kiss made up for it.” I said with a wink.

[daydreamingatnight209]

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”

[themarvellouswriter]

FIX ME UP

OMEGA! BUCKY BARNES X ALPHA! READER

Summary: The cute EMT has a very snarky personality and the pretty trauma surgeon isn’t a fan.

Genres: Slight smut, fluff and slight angst. Mostly fluff though.

Words: 2.6k

Notes: This is actually my first A/B/O fic.

Warnings: 16+, Dub con, Non con if you squint. But everyone ends up happy I promise. Not beta read yet, will do it later.

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Friday, 20:37

“Doctor L/N! This is the last one. 30 year old beta male. Broken arm and concussion. BP is slightly elevated. O2 levels normal.”

“Thanks Sam. Please take him to med bay 5 and have Doctor Feldman to give him a full check up,” you call out from where you’re examining another patient, a fifteen year old female omega. She’s looking up at you in awe.

“What?” You give her a small smile as you finish looking over her reports.

“Nothing, its just that you’re an alpha and you’re so much in control when nobody lets unmated alphas near newly minted omegas.”

You laugh. “I have more self control than all the people in this entire building. And I don’t get that affected by omega scents. So, there’s that.”

You close the folder. “Well, good news. I’ll draw up a rough schedule of your medicine and you’ll be as good as new in a few weeks.” She smiles up at you. “Thank you doctor. Nobody took me seriously when I told them I wanted to be an omega athlete. They’re always telling me that its for betas and alphas. I hate it when people say that.”

“You know, I used to hate it when people used to tell me that I couldn’t be an surgeon because I was an alpha. Look who’s laughing now. Never let people tell you what you can and can’t do.” She nods determinedly as you take your leave.

You step outside for a breath of fresh air. Your thirty hour shift is about to be over in about an hour and you couldn’t wait to get home and prepare for your upcoming rut. You had been on your feet for what felt like days and all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep for hours.

You spy a haphazardly parked EMT van. Curious you make your way over, wrapping your white coat closer to your body. “Sam? Is this one yours?” You say yanking open the front side door of the ambulance. There is a figure slumped over the steering wheel, breathing heavily. Long dark hair falling over their face. You sniff. “Barnes?” The person in question turns slightly. “Ugh. Of all the people to find me here. It had to be you.” You roll your eyes at his irritated voice. “If its that much of a problem how about I walk away like I never saw you?” You move to close the door. “Wait, no. Stop. I need my meds. I ran out. And Sam left so can you please…?” Your doctor side took over, ignoring the previous and very mutual hostility between the two of you. 

You pull him back to the seat. His face is flushed and he’s sweating profusely. You take a deep breath, making him flinch slightly. “So, you’re an omega. Should’ve figured. I’m assuming you ran out of suppressants and now you’re about to go into heat?”

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Alright smarty pants, can I get them? Or do you need my doctor’s note?” Your mouth twitches, fighting a smirk. “How about I do you one better?”

You unclip his seat belt and rest your hand on his waist. He stares at you mouth ajar. “What’re -” “Relax, I’m not going to hate fuck you in an ambulance. I’m taking you to the Omega Ward. You’ll be safe there.” He looks taken aback, opening his mouth to protest. “Be quiet and get out.” He shakily climbs out, legs nearly giving away as his feet touch the ground. You catch him in your arms, alpha strength making you lift him up with ease. He’s trembling in your arms, eyes clouding as his body approaches the initial stages of going into heat. He buries his face into your neck. “I still hate you but you smell so good.” You snort as you carry him inside bridal style. “Dumbass.”

All eyes are on you as you walk in, your archenemy Barnes tucked in your arms. People literally stopping in their tracks to look at you.

“Has nobody ever seen an omega in heat? In a hospital of all places? I mean is it really that weird?” Your voice is sharp and cuts across the room like a knife. “Get back to work.” Doctors Feldman and Pravesh, your friends from the ER, give you a surprised look as you walk past them. You mouth ‘I’ll explain later’ at them, as you make your way to the lift.

Barnes looks up at you, eyes wide, pupils blown. The pretty blue of his eyes almost black now. You swallow as his rich, dark extremely familiar omega scent invades your senses.

“Thank you.”

“Its my duty.”

“Not everyone would do it. Especially if they hate the person in question.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You open your mouth to object but are cut off as the lift open and a wayward hand makes it way towards Barnes. You take a quick step back. Another alpha stares at you, eyes filled with lust. His eyes move to the body in your arms. You feel him shift closer to you, fear mixing in his scent. You growl threateningly at the stranger who immediately runs out of the lift at the sound. You enter and use your elbow to hit the button to the basement where Omega Ward is.

Barnes looks up at you with glassy eyes and rubs his nose against the underside of your jaw. “That’s ticklish and wildly inappropriate Barnes.” “Bucky.” “What?” “Call me Bucky.” You clench your jaw as the top of his head moves along your neck. “Bucky. Stop. You’re going to be nesting in a very safe space soon. You won’t need an alpha.” “Say it again.” “Say what?” “Say my name.” You finally look down at him, dark hair spread across your shoulder, eyes glittering in the dim light. “Bucky.” You whisper in his ear. The omega throws his head back and lets out the most sinful moan you’ve ever heard. “Fuck,” you mutter to yourself and hoist him upright. Cradling him tightly you nearly run out of the lift as it opens.

You stop at the reception and check him in. One of the sweet smelling beta nurses leads you to a small room and you deposit Barnes, Bucky, on the bed and then dump a pile of blankets on top of him. “Nic will be taking care of you, for as long as you need. You guys are friends, right?” His gaze moves to the blonde nurse who just walked in to join you. “Hey, Buck. You tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you. Anything at all.” He gives you a sad look as you turn away.

You give her a slight nod and walk out, shutting the door behind you. “You smell like him now,” Nic says from behind you. “Don’t remind me.” You sigh and go back to your floor, still about 40 minutes before you’re done with your shift. Conrad Hawkins, your best friend since high school, meets you as you step out. “So, Barnes, huh?” You roll your eyes. “Like the other betas here, who actually listen to me, why don’t you?” “Just saying. You hate him and you carried him to the OW. When there was a perfectly good gurney here.” He tilts his head towards the ER. “Oh my gawd, stop. I am an alpha taking advantage of an omega in heat. I think I scented him.” He snorts with laughter. “You think. When you growled at the guy in the lift, the entire floor heard it. And the dude pissed himself.” You grin. “Nice,” you nod appreciatively.

“I would love to continue this riveting dicussion about Barnes’ heat and Y/N’s idiocy but we have a surgery to get to,” Mina Okafor seems to pop out of nowhere and drags you away with Conrad still laughing behind you. “I don’t have any. My shift is about to get over.” “Too bad. Its a whipple and Doctor Austin wants you there.” You sigh for what feels like the millionth time that day. “There is somebody out there who hates me.” “One thing’s for sure.” “What?” “Its definitely not Barnes. You stink of him.” You give her an exasperated shove as you both begin your preparations for the surgery.

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Saturday, 7:45

You dragged yourself out of the OR, pulling off the bloodstained garments off and throwing them away. You made your way to the Omega Ward to check up on Bucky Barnes. It felt weird to call him Bucky, you guys weren’t exactly enemies but had never gotten along for some reason. He was excellent when it came to disguising himself as an ordinary beta. But he wasn’t ordinary at all. And you knew it, felt it deep inside when you looked at him. Something special and so inherently Bucky about him. Even though the both of you never got along and rarely agreed on things, you couldn’t deny the feeling of protectiveness that rose within you when you saw him. With his soft brown hair and big blue eyes, the toothy smile, the razor sharp wit and general overall perfection it was impossible to not fall in love with him. You froze in your tracks at the sudden thought, stopping right outside the Ward. In love with Bucky Barnes? The salty EMT with whom you liked to butt heads? Thinking about all your encounters only added fuel to the fire that you loved him. And given the way he was looking at you with those soft, lust lidded, ocean coloured eyes and practically breathing in your scent, you were mostly sure he felt the same way.

You gave Nic a small grin, walking past her and pushing open the door of Bucky’s room only to be greeted with the overwhelming smell of an Omega in heat, strong enough to make even your knees weak. Taking in a deep breath, you walked inside to give his vitals a quick once over. He was huddled in a corner, tee shirt drenched with sweat and face flushed, eyes tightly shut, softly moaning your name as his hand pumped his length and brought him closer to the edge. Your eyes went wide as you saw him climax to the sound of your name, grateful that the rooms in the Omega Ward were soundproof. He hadn’t realised that you were in the room yet, you felt a bit relieved, inwardly knowing that his heat was distracting him from everything else around him. You finally knelt beside him, cupping his face in your hands, making him open his eyes and look at you. You gave him a genuine smile, brushing the sweat off his brow. His dazed expression slowly morphs into one of panic and absolute mortification.

“Oh my god, how long have you been here?”

“Long enough to know that you want me to help you through your heat.”

“This is humiliating.”

“Not really. I just had an epiphany and given the way you’re reacting to me touching you, I think you did too.”

“I’ve been in love with you the second I saw you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realise that I love you sooner, it would’ve saved us a bunch of heats and ruts spent alone.”

“Agreed. Now are you going to keep talking or take me back to your place before the next wave of my heat sets in?”

“I thought you’d be more comfortable in your place?”

“I want you to consume me. And your place, with all that is you is the best place for you to take me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I trust you.”

“Is that the heat talking?”

“Not at all.”

“Great. My place it is.”

You don’t even remember how you brought Bucky back to your place, swaddled in blankets and smelling so absolutely divine. You tucked him in bed, feeling the first onset of your rut come on as you tinkered in the kitchen, making sure you had enough for the next few days and joining him as fast as you could. You curled your fingers in his soft hair before pulling him into a deep kiss and straddling him. His hands were placed firmly on your hips, holding you so close and you felt a rush of delight at having him so close to you. He was nearly intoxicated by your presence, breathless as he pulled your shirt off hands touching everywhere. Feeling a soft laugh bubble up you grinned at him. “So perfect.” The tips of his ears turned scarlet at your words, making you coo softly and pinch his cheeks before kissing him again. Your rut was making you more sensitive to his touch and it felt so good. For a moment you just wanted to soak in everything but there would be time for that later. Right now, Bucky was the priority.

Pushing him back in bed and pulling off his uniform was easy. Taking the entirety of his massive length in your mouth was not. So you started slow, all the while maintaining eye contact as you teasingly, tantalizingly began to suck him off. His hands found their way to your hair, harshly tugging the roots, begging you to go faster and the moans escaping his perfect mouth were nearly a sensory overload. And he felt so good, so perfect and pliant under you. Achingly beautiful and you had no idea how you’d managed to leave him alone for so long. He was now only all yours and you weren’t going to let anyone near him. You were an alpha and nobody was going to even look at what was yours. He came shortly, much sooner than you’d anticipated as you licked your lips before trailing warm kisses up his chest, ignoring the exhaustion that was threatening to overwhelm your body. You sank your teeth into his neck, his warm blood filling your mouth and spilling down his chest as you marked him as yours. He looked at you wide eyed and you felt horror set in as you realised what you’d done, backing away.

“You marked me as your mate.”

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry. You look so beautiful and perfect and my rut is going to set in anytime-” You babbled away, frantically waving your hands.

“I’m not complaining. And why is my mate now so far away? I need my alpha.”

You stared at him in disbelief before throwing yourself at him and holding him tightly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. Just waiting for you to have your way with me.” He admits, slightly shy now.

“And I will because I love you so much.”

“I love you too Y/N. You’re the best alpha I could ever ask for.”

You don’t say anything, finally letting the exhaustion set in knowing there would be enough time to talk things out later, now that you both belonged to each other forever. And sleeping in his arms felt like heaven. It would feel even better when you both were fully ready to take things as they come. Before you finally drifted off you felt him smile against your skin and could almost see your co – workers’ smug faces when you both showed up freshly mated and smelling like each other and looking like young idiots in love. And you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

[goattales]

If you still are taking fic requests. NSFW Devon Pravesh x Male Reader. After a long a day, Devon meets a guy at a bar and takes him back to his place for some kinky fun. You can use whatever headcanons you have for him.

You first caught sight of him the second he walked through that door. You know how you're always told that there are some people that just draw attention and ask to be looked at? That was him, that was Devon. You didnt learn his name until the morning after, though.

He looked like he was only here because his feet had taken him and his brain had been too tired to tell them otherwise, but he caught you staring and walked towards you like he finally found a reason to move with purpose.

He has his head held a little to the side as he slipped onto the stool next to you and raised one eyebrow, one very perfect eyebrow, and offered you a very lopsided smile that parted to show white teeth and a pretty pink tongue as he asked what you were drinking.

You could barely find the words to answer, too caught up in the thought of that tongue joining uour tongue in a very intimate dance that had you both naked and close in a way two adults would sometimes be.

He smiled again when you babbled out am answer, and he smiled harder when he ordered the same, then there was the little laugh as he put his glass to yours with a clink and said "Here's to a night of mindless dancing and promiscuity"

Needless to say you both skipped the dancing.

The rest stood true, there was no more than three extra drinks and a stumbling walk back to his apartment between that chuckle and the sound of his clothes joining yours in a pile on cold, wooden flooring.

He was very gentle, despite the rush and the deep, burning need to feel eachother in every way possible, his hands never held your body too tightly, his teeth never closed around your skin, and even the hickies he left were a very pale purple, nothing like some you had gotten before.

Some of you wanted him to be harder, though. You wanted to feel the ache in your ass and the base of your back, you wanted to look at the deep marks on your neck and shoulders and trailing down for body to your dick. You wanted to see them and think of how good his cock looked as you took of his pants and his briefs and wrapped a hand around it.

But that didn't mean you regretted anything that did happen, and you did still think about him and his dick and how his mouth formed a perfect o as you worked his erection with your hands and strayed fingers over the head just to hear him gasp.

You also thought about the way he took a tie from has wardrobe and ran it through his fingers once, slowly, before he took is and bond your hands to the bed.

When you woke up he was still asleep, tucked into your chest with his hands holding the hand and arm you'd draped over his chest. He stirred when you tried to pull it away, though he let you go only to turn over and smile at you again.

"My name is Devon" he said, "Devon Pravesh"

[topherwrites]

Conrad Hawkins Devon Pravesh Mina Okafor

Requests are Open!

[devonpravesh]

rainy night.

pair: devon pravesh x reader.

summary: it’s a late, rainy night at chastian. fluff.

warnings: maybe some cursing? oh and i don’t know shit about medical stuff lol.

“Ah, night shift. God’s greatest gift to humanity,” I joked.

“I thought I was God’s greatest gift to humanity?” Devon joked.

“Right, babe, you are. But I feel like Mina might take over that place soon.” I said, sending a wink her way.

She chuckled, “Watch it, you two love birds, it’s raining outside and it seems like it’ll be busy.”

“What’re you still doing here? Didn’t Austin just page you?” Irwing asked her, they seemed to be distracted in their own conversation.

I sighed, “What’s wrong?” Devon asked.

“Nothin’, I just feel like it’s going to be a long night.”

The doors of the ER opened, revealing a man lying on a hospital, blacked out and covered in blood.

“36 year-old male, took a hit to the chest, lower and higher abdomen with a metal bat, short of breath, has been blacking out every few minutes and throwing up blood.” The ambulance worker said.

All four of us rushed over to the man.

“Send him to trauma one!” Feldman yelled.

After a couple of minutes we figured out what was wrong with him, an internal bleeding in his abdomen and lungs, and sent him to surgery.

“Your husband’s in surgery,” I said to Mrs. Stevens.

She sobbed as she softly spoke, “Will he be okay?”

I nodded, “You have my word.”

“Thank you doctor.”

I softly smiled at her and squeezed her hand before walking back to the nurses.

“Jess, have you seen Dev-,”

“He’s with a patient in over there, something about kid having a metal ring stuck on his wrist.” She pointed her head at where he was working.

I chuckled, “Children, anyway, thanks.”

I slowly made my way over there, hearing a part of the conversation.

“How did you even manage to do this?” Devon asked.

“It was a bet.”

“Did you at least win?”

“You can’t ask him that!” I spoke, making him turn around and the kid look up.

“Uh, hi, doctor (Y/L/N),” I introduced myself with a short wave of my hand.

“‘Sup, I’m Clyde.”

Devon spoke up, “Well did you?”

“Hell yeah I did, easy 20 bucks.” Clyde bragged. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “You injured your arm for 20 bucks?”

“Yeah, this appointment is probably gonna cost more than 20$, ain’t it?”

“Yup.”

We made a short conversation as Devon helped the kid.

“It’s time for our well deserved break.” I said smugly.

“Oh, I know that look, and there no way in hell we’re going in one of the empty rooms, again! Conrad caught us, last time, remember?”

“Oh come on, babe, it was just Conrad. He didn’t snitch.” I said and held his hand as we walked over to the cafeteria.

“Hm, janitors closet?” He asked.

I scrunched up my face, “That’s a really small space, Dev.”

“We don’t have any free rooms tonight.”

I shrugged, “Janitors closet it is.”

He dragged me inside by pulling my hand, the second we entered I locked the door and put my lips on top of his. Our lips moved in sync, tongues fighting with each other’s.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

“Ugh,” Both of us groaned.

“Another one in the ER.”

I nodded and we ran out of the closet.

Sorry if it’s short! Not sure if a ambulance worker has a specific name lol.

[companionjones]

Bet On It

Requested by: Anon

Request: hey! could i request a devon pravesh x reader? anything really goes but maybe them bonding over nic and conrad having their tongues stuck down each others throat and finding an unpredictable love? thank you!

Fandom: The Resident (FOX)

Pairing: Dr. Devon Pravesh x Dr!Reader, Dr. Conrad Hawkins x Nurse Nicolette Nevin

Warnings: Sexual reference at the end if you squint your eyes and tilt your head.

Author’s Note: I was going to name this The Bet, but I couldn’t pass up a High School Musical 2 reference.

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    Early one morning, you had just began your shift when you started your rounds. Three patients in, and instead of an old, bedridden woman, you found Conrad and Nic making out.

    “Oh! Sorry, I forgot Mrs. Everett was discharged,” you explained yourself, but neither of the couple seemed to realize you were there. You shut the door on your way back out.

    From some distance away, you locked eyes with a friend and fellow doctor, Devon Pravesh. He was sitting at the nurses’ station in the middle of the hallway. Devon seemed to know exactly what was going on in the room you had just exited, and he found it hilarious.

    Too soon for you professional liking, you found yourself smirking as well. You walked away from Pravesh enjoying the private joke you shared with him.

***

    “Pay up.”

    “What? No way! It’s only 8:15!”

    Some weeks later, you and Devon had decided to make your shared days interesting by placing bets on how long Dr. Hawkins and Nurse Nevin could keep their hands off each other. The bet that day was whether or not they would get together within the first hour of being on duty. You decided to have some faith in the couple. You realized your mistake when Devon pointed you in the direction of the subjects of your bet. Conrad had Nic pressed against a wall as he kissed her. You payed Dr. Pravesh five dollars.

***

     Three weeks after that, you were the last one cleaning up after a surgery. Normally you wouldn’t have taken as long as you were, but it was a scary one. The girl made it out okay, yet you nearly lost her. She would’ve died had it not been for a decision you made. You were just trying to calm yourself down.

    It didn’t surprise you, but Devon suddenly entered the room. “Ha! I found you.”

    “You were looking for me?” you teased.

    Dr. Pravesh chuckled, “I figured out an idea for higher stakes.”

    “With Conrad and Nic?”

    He nodded, “Let me take you out on a date.”

    “What?” you inquired after you paused.

    Devon smiled, “If I win, you go out on a date with me.”

    “And if I win?”

    Pravesh leaned against the sinks. “What do you want?”

    Biting you lip in thought, you finished washing your hands. You leaned on the sinks next to him. “I don’t know...You buy me lunch for a week.”

    He scoffed, “One date is worth a weeks worth of lunches?”

    “A date with me is,” you clarified as you slyly glanced up to the doctor.

    Devon examined you, making sure you were serious. “...Alright.”

    The two of you shook hands. When you went to let go of Dr. Pravesh’s hand, however, his grip tightened. It was such a small movement, but it nearly took your breath away.

    “Come on, Pravesh,” you were teasing again, and your voice became lower in your attempt to appeal. “You wouldn’t want people to start betting on us, would you?”

    He leaned in closer. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want...”

***

    “Ha, ha, ha! I won!”

    Dr. Pravesh was stitching up a patient in the Emergency Room. He looked from the wound he was working on, to you. “No freaking way.”

    “Check the on-call room. They’ve been going at it for like twenty minutes.”

    Pravesh finished his job, and met you at the desk area. “Twenty minutes! Damn...I was really looking forward to going out on a date with you.”

    “Well, you’re lucky, Pravesh. So was I,” you admitted boldly.

    He seemed surprised but that quickly got taken over by his ego. “You were? Dr. L/n...what do you plan to do about that?”

    “How about you still buy my lunches for a week...I go out on a date with you...and we’ll call it even. Is that something you’d like?” You didn’t want to, but you bit your lip. It revealed to Devon that you were apprehensive of his response.

    Devon just smiled. “You can bet on it.”

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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

[devonpravesh]

worries

-> pairing: grayson betournay x reader. -> summary: reader gets into the plane crash (3x05) with bell and grayson gets really scared. -> warning: none/cussing.

I quickly put my hair in a ponytail as Dr. Bell softly started yelling to me about, in his words, almost being late to the airport.

“Our flight doesn’t leave for another couple of hours. What do you even wanna do at the airport?” I asked and applied some lipgloss.

“We don’t have time for this, and if you’re not coming along I’ll just leave you here alone.”

I sighed and put my gloss in my purse, “Fine.”

“Can we atleast catch breakfast here at the hotel?” Bell turned in complete shock.

“My god, (Y/N), you’ve got to be kidding me. You haven’t had breakfast yet?”

“No, I overslept so I didn’t really have any time-,”

“Of course you did.” This time, it was my turn to roll my eyes, “You know what? It’s whatever I’ll just grab an overpriced donut at the airport somewhere.”

“No, no, it’s fine. You’re right, we’re early. You can go and have your last few pancakes.” I squealed in excitment, “Thank you Dr. B.”

After 5 minutes we finally sat down in the general dining room, “Make it quick.”

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, yeah, sure.”

“Hey, by the way, did you talk to anyone at the hospital? I heard it’s been weirdly quiet.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t stay that way,” He said. I rolled my eyes, “Always looking for money, I see.”

“What can I say.” He dismissed with a shrug.

A couple hours later we sat down in our economy plane chairs, “Grayson always screws up,” He huffed.

“Oh, geez, it’s like he did something terrible, we’re in economy, so what?”

“So what? What if one of the other hospitals directors saw me stepping in here?” I rolled my eyes.

“Uh, Dr. Bell?” I said as I felt the plane falling down, full speed.

The captain said something about a burned engine, but my anxiety had already taking over. After what felt like eternity, I felt a sharp pain in my head and felt someone tugging on my arm, “Get out of here!” Bell said.

I stood up, only to fall back in the seat. He looked at me before looking around. He went up to some random guy and suddenly they both stood in front of me, “Come on, I’ll help you get down.” He said and put his arm around me.

After one hour had passed, I was finally laying down in one of ER beds in the hospital.

Devon pulled the curtain open, “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I must admit I’ve got one hell of a headache.”

He chuckled, “You’ve got a concussion. I suggest bedrest and I’ll write a prescription for some medications. Got any questions for-,” Before he could finish, a very worried Grayson ran up to us.

“(Y/N)! There you are! I was so worried something had happened to you,” He said and hugged me tightly.

I laughed a little, “hey, babe.” I said after he released me.

“I see my work is done. Take care,” Devon said and closed the curtain before leaving.

“You spoke with Bell, I assume?” I said.

“Oh yeah, he’s fine. I heard about what happened on the news and came here as soon as I could.” He said while holding my hand. I smiled, “I’m fine. Just a small concussion.”

“I was so worried. I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Let’s not think about that. I’m still here, aren’t I?” I spoke in bubbly tone. He nodded with tears in his eyes, “Aww, babe, come here.” I said while making space for him on the bed.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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it’s a little short sorry!! also thank you @bitweird1 for requesting this!!

[devonpravesh]

charity gala.

pairing: grayson betournay x bisexual!reader

summary: grayson has to help the reader with a patient, but the patient is homophobic towards her so grayson defends her.

warning: none/cussing. angsty/fluff

“Dr. (Y/L/N)! Dr. Bell send me down here to ask you some questions.” Grayson, Dr. Bell’s assistant, said as he ran up to me to catch up with me.

I glanced over my shoulder and threw him a sweet smile, “Sure, I’ll have to help this patient first but you could stick around in the meantime.”

He smiled and blushed a little, “Okay.”

“Oh and, Grayson? Please, call me (Y/N),”

He nodded his head and apologized as I chuckled at his cuteness.

I quickly turned around and started walking next to Conrad and Devon, Grayson quickly turning around so he walked close behind us.

“If you two boys would be so sweet to send Ashley’s results to me that’d be lovely, see you two at lunch,” I said and turned around again, Grayson doing the same.

I quickly opened the curtains of the bay my patient was staying at, “So, William if I may?”

“You may not. It’s Mr. Beau to you.” A man in his late sixties spoke.

“Alright, Mr. Beau, I see here that you had a heart transplant last year?”

“That’s right,”

“If you’ll allow me to I woud like to lift up your shirt so I could look at your chest?”

He sighed but did as I asked. As he lifted his shirt I noticed a big rash around the scar.

“Hmm, that’s not unusual, but I’ll have to make an echo of it.” As I put on the cold gel and looked at the images on the screen I noticed something unusual.

“Dr. Feldman, could you come look over something over here?” I quietly spoke as he was not so far from me. He nodded and walked over.

“What is it, (Y/N)?”

“Does this look unusual to you?” He nodded, “We have to page AJ.”

After a few minutes, AJ explained to William that he needed surgery because of the fact that William’s body was reject the donor heart.

“I see your daughter’s and wife’s number on the contact list, should I call them?”

“No! My daugter’s a lesbian, and my ex-wife decided to defend her. I never want to see or hear from them again.” He spoke, sternly.

I cleared my throat, “Well, I think that’s a bad reason to cut off contact with someone.”

“Why would you care?” He face scrunched up in realization and pure disgust, “Oh dear god don’t tell me you’re also a lesbian.”

“I, ahem, am not. I am bisexual though.”

“I request another doctor! Immediately!”

Grayson’s eyes widened in shock as I stood there speechless. After a few seconds of silence, Grayson spoke up, “Dr. (Y/L/N) is a great doctor, no matter what her sexuality is. It cause of people like you that people of a different heritage or different religion or different sexuality have a hard time! You old people only appreciate the sad things in life, like your seasonless food!”

I burst out laughing, “I’m sorry, Mr. Beau, I’ll let the nurses prep you for surgery.” Grayson and I walked up to the nurse, “William Beau, bay 5, extremely homophobic, be careful because he also seems like an extreme racist. But he needs to be prepped for surgery, but if you’re not comfortable with it I could do it myself.” I said to Nurse Hundley.

“Oh, it’s fine. I’m used to over privileged white men.” She said and headed to his bay. I smiled to myself and turned around, now facing Grayson.

“So, those questions, hmm? Can they also be asked in the cafeteria as we drink some coffee?”

“Oh, uhm, yeah, sure,”

I raised my eyebrow but linked our arms as we started walking, “Thank you, Grayson.”

He raised his eyebrow and looked at me, puzzled, “For?”

“For what you said to Mr. Beau.”

“Well he was being an ass.” Grayson said as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Well, as a thank you, let me buy you a coffee? Or do you prefer tea?” I asked.

“Oh, coffee’s fine.”

“Alright,” I said and and let go of his arm before I walked over to the coffeehouse.

“Can I have one coffee with two sugars and a bit of milk and one tea please.” I said sweetly to the cashier.

“Coming right up.” He said as I paid for the stuff.

“So, what are these questions about?” I asked as I sat down with our drinks.

“Oh, just asking how you’re liking it around Chastain because you’re new and all that stuff.” He said.

“I mean I’ve known Irving and Jessica for a long time, so working with them is an absolute delight. But so are the other people,”

“Yeah? So I can assume you’re liking it here?” I turned around as I heard the voice of Dr. Bell.

“Dr. Bell, hi. Yeah, it’s an absolute delight working here.” I said with a sweet smile, showing off my testh.

“That’s great to hear. I’m sorry about sending William Beau your way, but you were the only one available.”

“Oh, that’s alright, he’s in surgery right now, with Dr. Austin.”

He nodded his head, “So I’ve heard.”

“Care to join us for a drink?” I asked out of politeness, hoping he would say no so I could spend more alone time with Grayson.

“Oh, I can’t, board meetings and stuff. Grayson, after you’ve finished your drink I expect you to go back to the office and finish the things for today.” He said before walking away.

“You got it, Mr. B.”

He turned around, ready to scold Grayson, “It’s Dr. Bell, nevermind, why even bother? Oh and, I believe I’ll see you both at the charity gala tonight?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I said with an smile planted on my lips. We waited In silence as Dr. Bell started to walk away.

“So, anything else you’d like to ask?” I said and stared at the boy in front of me.

“Well yeah, uhm, would you like to go the gala tonight? I mean, with me? Like, as my date? You know what? It’s a stupid question, you’re probably more intrested in someone else anyway.” He said as he started to gather his things.

“Woah woah woah, where is all that coming from?” I asked as took his hands in mine, stopping him from being able to do the task he wanted to do.

“Well, aren’t you intrested in another doctor? Someone like Conrad or Devon.”

I laughed a little but shook my head, “No, I’m not. I-I am interested in you. I like you, Grayson. And I would love to go to the gala with you.”

“Wait, really?”

I laughed a little and showed him a bright smile, “Yeah.”

I let go of his hands and quickly put them behind his neck, while he puts his around my waist and slowly kissed me.

“We should probably go back to work.” I said after we let go of each other to catch our breaths.

He nodded, “Yeah.”

“I can’t wait for tonight,” I said and winked at him before turning around and walking back to the ER.

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thank you @bitweird1 for requesting this! i hope you like it!

[companionjones]

The Resident (FOX) Masterlist

  *CoNic (In show ship, Conrad x Nic)*

Stupid Spelling Bee ~ ☁️Conrad misses date night.

  *Conrad Hawkins*

The Broken Fall ~ 📬☁️Can you do a Conrad x reader about when they break a bone and he gets worried some how idk

Doctor And Patient ~ You’re one of Conrad’s patients.

Hints ~ 📬☁️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.

Hospitals, Heroin, and Hikes ~ 📬☔️Can we get a Conrad x reader where maybe she gets attacked and Conrad has to protect her or save her?

I Came Into This Hospital... ~ ☔️Warning: Major Character Death

Missed Phone Calls ~ 📬☔️Can you do a Conrad Hawkins one where him and the reader are married or dating and when he's at the hospital the readers appendix ruptures or something where they get hurt and is taken into chastain and Conrad freaks out and then fluff after their surgery

Thank You, Doctor ~ 📬☔️Could you write a story where Conrad has either a panic attack or a flashback in front of his co-workers, and he starts hyperventilating?

To Get Better (1/2/3) ~ 📚☁️Platonic!Conrad x Child!Reader. Conrad helps you to get better.

Together ~ 📝☁️Max Goodwin (New Amsterdam) x Reader x Conrad Hawkins. 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.

Waiting ~ 📝Conrad is waiting for you to come out of surgery.

Water ~ 📝☔️You wake up in your hospital bed after more attacks from your illness.

When All Seems Lost, Turn To Your Husband ~ 📬☔️ I was wondering if you could write something where the reader and Conrad are married and they’re both residents and the reader just lost a patient she really cared about and he tries to comfort her but she keeps denying it but in the end she finally needs him?

When He Worries ~ 📬☔️Can we get a Conrad x reader where maybe she gets attacked and Conrad has to protect her or save her?

Why Are You So Nervous? ~ 📬☁️Could write with reader being a paramedic and conrad falls in love with her

You Just Wanted A Nap ~ 📬☔️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?

  *Devon Pravesh*

Bet On It ~ 📬☁️Hey! could i request a devon pravesh x reader? anything really goes but maybe them bonding over nic and conrad having their tongues stuck down each others throat and finding an unpredictable love? thank you!

Flirting, Flowers, and Forgiveness ~ 📬☁️For devon x reader? like the reader gets jealous of someone flirting with her boyfriend and he teases her about it?

[companionjones]

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

[companionjones]

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

[companionjones]

hey! could i request a devon pravesh x reader? anything really goes but maybe them bonding over nic and conrad having their tongues stuck down each others throat and finding an unpredictable love? thank you!

https://companionjones.tumblr.com/post/184978018758/bet-on-it

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