Pairing: Dana Evans x Female Reader (Student Nurse)
Very suggestive but no smut maybe part 2 soon 🤞
Summary: On a particularly challenging shift, new student nurse struggles with the overwhelming demands of her job. Charge nurse Dana Evans notices the young woman's distress and takes her outside for what seems like a supportive break. Instead, Dana introduces the innocent student nurse to a world of forbidden pleasures, offering her first cigarette and a taste of rebellion that blurs the lines between mentorship and corruption.
The emergency department was a whirlwind of chaos that day, and I was drowning in it. As a newly graduated student nurse, barely twenty-two and fresh out of nursing school, I'd thought I was prepared for the realities of hospital work. I was wrong. The constant beeping of monitors, the endless stream of patients, the urgent calls for medication—I was overwhelmed and it showed.
"You're hesitating," a sharp voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to see Dana Evans, the charge nurse, standing beside me with her arms crossed. "That IV bag should have been changed five minutes ago."
"I'm sorry," I stammered, fumbling with the tubing. "I just—"
"Save it," she interrupted, though her tone was less angry than tired. "Come with me."
I followed her out of the triage area, my heart pounding with anxiety. Was I about to be fired on my third week? Dana led me through the automatic doors and into the cool evening air, not stopping until we reached a secluded corner of the ambulance bay.
"Rough day?" she asked, leaning against the brick wall.
I nodded, unable to meet her gaze. "I feel like I'm failing at everything."
Dana studied me for a moment, then reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Sometimes you need something to take the edge off." She shook one out and offered it to me. "Here."
I stared at the cigarette like it was a foreign object. "I... I've never done that before."
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Never? Not even in nursing school?"
I shook my head, feeling my cheeks flush. "I haven't even had a drink before."
A slow smile spread across Dana's face. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" She placed the cigarette between my lips, her fingers brushing against my skin and sending an unexpected jolt through me. "Just like this," she murmured, positioning my fingers around the cigarette.
When she leaned in to light it, her body pressed against mine, I could smell the faint scent of antiseptic mixed with something floral—her perfume, maybe. The flame flickered, illuminating her sharp features and the intensity in her eyes.
"Now inhale," she instructed, her voice low and husky. "Not too much at first."
I did as she said, drawing the smoke into my lungs. The result was immediate and violent—a coughing fit that had me doubled over, tears streaming down my face.
"Easy there," Dana chuckled, patting my back. "Like I said, not too much at first." She took the cigarette from my trembling fingers and demonstrated, drawing deeply before exhaling a perfect stream of smoke. "Like this."
I tried again, this time managing a smaller inhalation. The dizziness hit me almost instantly, a strange lightheadedness that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"See?" Dana murmured, her voice closer now. "Not so bad, is it?" She was standing directly in front of me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.
"I feel... strange," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Good strange or bad strange?" she asked, her hand coming up to cup my cheek. Her thumb stroked my jawline, sending shivers down my spine.
"Good," I breathed, leaning into her touch despite myself.
Dana's smile widened. "Good." She leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted to. I didn't. When her lips met mine, it wasn't gentle or chaste—it was hungry and demanding, with the bitter taste of nicotine on her tongue. Her other hand slid around my waist, pulling me flush against her as she deepened the kiss.
I moaned against her mouth, my free hand coming up to tangle in her hair. The cigarette burned forgotten between my fingers as Dana's tongue explored my mouth, claiming and possessing. When she finally pulled back, we were both breathing heavily.
"First time for everything," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. "Smoking, drinking..." She leaned in again, her lips brushing against my ear. "Kissing girls."
I shivered, my body responding to her words and touch in ways I'd never experienced. "Dana..."
"Shh," she whispered, reclaiming my mouth in another searing kiss. This time, her hands roamed my body, exploring curves that no one had touched like this before. When her fingers brushed against my breast, I gasped into her mouth.
"Sensitive here?" she asked with a knowing smirk, repeating the touch.
I could only nod, my mind reeling from the sensations. The cigarette fell from my fingers as Dana's mouth left mine to trail kisses down my neck. Her hands were everywhere—on my hips, my back, my breasts—touching me with an expertise that left me trembling.
"I've been watching you," she murmured against my skin. "So innocent, so eager to please." She nipped at my collarbone, drawing a sharp cry from me. "I wondered what it would take to corrupt you."
Her words should have shocked me, but instead they sent another wave of arousal through me. "Are you... corrupting me?" I managed to ask.
Dana laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against my skin. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm just getting started." She pulled back to look at me, her expression predatory and thrilling. "How about that drink now?"
Hi, good evening, I just came to ask, do you have two accounts? Because I ended up seeing two posts from 'Unexpected Delivery' one on your account and another posted a little later on the account @whittakermultiverse. Sorry to bother you, but is just because o became a little lost.
Hey thanks for this but that is my second account I was half asleep/barely awake when I posted that I completely forgot that I already posted it here and that was my bad now I'm making rules for myself when I shouldn't post 😅😭
But this gives me a good time to say this I'll be posting non omegaverse content there so I won't be changing my username again and plus It'd be easier for everyone 🙃
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A week.
Seven days since the club, since him.
You told yourself it was nothing. Just a night—reckless, fleeting, something to tuck away and forget. You didn’t even have his last name at first. Just Jack. A fighter. A stranger who felt a little too familiar in the dark.
But forgetting got harder when the nausea started.
Then the exhaustion.
Then the test sitting in your bathroom, mocking you with two lines that refused to fade no matter how long you stared at them.
You hadn’t meant to find him.
Not really.
It started with a search—just curiosity, you told yourself. “Jack, boxer,” turned into late-night scrolling, then into a name you recognized from a fight poster someone had tagged online.
Jack Abbott.
From there, it wasn’t hard. A gym name. A few tagged photos. A careless post that gave away more than it should’ve. Piece by piece, the puzzle came together until you were standing outside an apartment building that looked far too normal for someone who had already turned your life upside down.
You almost left.
God, you should have left.
But your hand tightened around the small plastic stick in your pocket, and your feet carried you forward anyway.
—
The knock echoed louder than you expected.
Once. Twice.
You shifted your weight, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might crack your ribs. This was insane. You didn’t even know what you were going to say.
The door opened.
And there he was.
Jack looked different in daylight—less shadow, more real. He wore a gray t-shirt and sweats, hair slightly damp like he’d just showered. His expression was neutral at first, guarded, like he was already deciding whether you were a problem.
Then recognition hit.
His brows pulled together. “...You.”
Not exactly a warm welcome.
“Hi,” you managed, your voice tighter than you wanted.
He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “Didn’t think I gave out my address.”
“You didn’t.”
That earned you a sharper look. Suspicion, curiosity—something flickering behind his eyes.
“So,” he said slowly, “this is… what? A coincidence?”
You swallowed. “No.”
Silence stretched between you, thick and uncomfortable.
Jack exhaled through his nose, clearly already irritated. “Look, if this is about last week—”
You pulled the test out before you could lose your nerve.
“I’m pregnant.”
The words dropped between you like a weight.
For a second—just a second—he didn’t react.
He just stared at the stick in your hand, then at you, then back again.
“...What?” he said, flat.
You stepped forward, pressing it into his hand because you couldn’t hold it anymore. “I found out a few days ago. I took more than one. They all said the same thing.”
He looked down at it like it was written in another language.
Then he huffed out a short, disbelieving laugh. “No. No, that’s—” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve got the wrong guy.”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t even know me,” he shot back, sharper now. “You don’t know who I’ve been with, what—”
“I haven’t been with anyone else.”
That stopped him.
The air shifted.
Jack’s jaw tightened as he looked at you again—really looked this time. Searching your face for something. A lie. A crack. Anything that would let him push this away.
He didn’t find it.
“You’re serious,” he said, quieter now.
“Yes.”
Another pause.
Longer this time.
He glanced down at the test again, turning it slightly in his hand like maybe the answer would change if he looked at it differently.
Then it hit him.
You could see it happen.
The exact moment the confusion cracked and something heavier took its place. His posture stiffened, shoulders going rigid as the reality settled in—fast and brutal, like a punch he didn’t see coming.
“Oh,” he muttered.
Not disbelief anymore.
Understanding.
His eyes flicked back up to yours, sharper now, but not in the same way as before. There was something else there—something unsettled, almost… shaken.
“You’re saying—” He stopped, exhaled hard, then tried again. “You’re saying that night… that this is—”
“Yes.”
The word came out steady, even if you didn’t feel it.
Silence fell again, heavier than before.
Jack stepped back, dragging a hand down his face as he paced a few steps into the apartment. You hovered in the doorway, unsure if you were supposed to follow or leave or disappear entirely.
“This is…” he started, then let out a humorless laugh. “This is not happening.”
But it was.
Every second of it.
He turned back to you, eyes sharper now, but not cold—just overwhelmed, like his brain was trying to catch up to something it wasn’t built to handle.
“You just show up,” he said, gesturing vaguely between you and the test, “after a week, and drop this on me like—like what am I supposed to do with this?”
“I didn’t come here with a plan,” you admitted. “I just thought you deserved to know.”
That landed.
You could tell it did.
Jack’s expression shifted again, something quieter slipping in beneath the frustration. He looked at you for a long moment, like he was trying to piece together how the girl from that night had turned into this—someone standing in his doorway with a future neither of you had asked for.
“Yeah,” he said finally, voice rougher now. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
Another pause.
Then, softer—almost to himself—
“...Damn.”
The word lingered in the air, heavy with everything he wasn’t saying.
You stayed where you were, heart still racing, waiting for the next move.
I'm closing requests on Saturday so I'm thinking every other week I take the time to write and I'm thinking of just posting one fic every other day and I'll be doing a dating Dennis Whitaker headcanons and dating Victoria javadi headcanons this weekend
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Bro this new update is pissing me off like I save fic to draft and the I click the edit button and then a edit a little bit at a time but when I clicked save it posted without me clicking the post button and it's so annoying and I know for a fact I didn't miss click anything does anyone know how to fix this?
