Hiya, I was hoping to request a bouquet with gardenia and yellow hyacinth for Dana Evans, please <3
featuring: dana evans x reader
wc: 1,821
warnings: secret relationship, jealousy, divorced dana, reader works in the hospital but their job is left non-descript, allusions to an age gap but not specified, hurt/comfort, angst, self-isolation, insecurity
you can find the 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 here
There was no doubt in your mind that Dana Evans loves you. It’s written into her every movement and actions. Gentle hands that trail against your skin in the early dawn light as you fight against the noise of the world and having to actually get up for work. In every kiss shared between silken sheets and over cups of expensive coffee in the mornings. In the way her eyes always softened, just a little, when she saw you in the ER. How she always slipped a protein bar in your pocket when you weren’t looking or how she always saved your favourite when lunch was ordered in for the department.
It was quiet how Dana loved you, the little in between moments when no one was looking and it was just you and her. And it made sense, when you first started dating all those months ago. The ER survive on caffeine and chaos and gossip, there was no such thing as a secret between two people because someone would always over hear or over share, not out of malice or any ill-intent but in a bid to keep their sanity alive in a place that was determined to bury it six feet under.
It had been new, for both of you. Dana had only been divorced for a year and you had sworn off dating in the workplace after a disastrous break-up with one of the guys in radiology that ended up with him transferring hospitals. But things don’t always go the way you expect them to and the universe always seems to have a way to push you into what you need. So, when a drink on the roof after a rough shift turned into another at the bar and another at her house turned into something beautiful. You both decided to keep it close to your chest.
It was nice, at first. Kisses in hidden hallways when no-one was looking. Passing glances that weighed heavy against your skin for hours, lingering almost like a brand. Gentle touches against skin that, to others simply looked like colleagues passing instruments or offering comfort after a patient, but to you meant everything.
But then something shifted. Not loudly, but quietly. A new nurse had joined the team, older, a little more experienced in both the ways of life and medicine and he seemed to be glued to Dana’s side. Which, at the start was understandable, Dana was the charge nurse and her word was law in the ER.
Suddenly, her attention was him. Where her eyes would drift to you from across the room they now stayed firmly planted on him. The moments the two of you would disappear outside for a ‘smoke’ break and a kiss were non-existent as he followed her out with more questions, some of them more personal than what was truly professional. Then there was the way he stood next to her, shoulder almost deliberately pressed into hers when by her side or his chest nearly pushing into Dana’s back when they read over a chart together.
You never had a moment with her anymore, not alone. And though you spent the nights in her house, tucked against her skin, it suddenly wasn’t enough. Little seeds of jealousy had planted themselves in your heart, roots growing into gnarled and ugly things that sent flashes of white through your veins anytime you saw them together.
It wasn’t just you that had noticed, others around you had too. Princess and Perlah watched every interaction with an eagle eye, and though you couldn’t understand them when they started talking in Tagalog, you could get the gist of what they were saying. Before long, it had spread among the staff, a secret bet for how long until they hooked up or went on a date. Even Robby, who usually stayed out of gossip, had made a comment about how she deserved to be happy and fall in love again.
You thought she had. You thought she was happy with you. That was when the doubt started to creep in. When you would look over to Dana and see her smile at him, wide and warm as if she had known him for years while she barely looked at you. Even at home, she was quieter than normal, nights spent with a silly movie replaced with warm showers and crawling into bed before the clock even hit 9. When she did look at you, it seemed off. Nothing noticeable, just different. There was still warmth there, but it seemed almost muted like she was looking through a stained glass window.
It hurt. A lot. Every gaze was no longer a warm caress but a knife point digging into your skin. So you decided the best thing to do was distance yourself. Slowly at first, invites to join her for a smoke or lunch declined as you bustled about the ER. Disappearing into an exam room or around a corner whenever she approached.
Dana notices almost immediately, of course she did. She was already so observant, picking up the pieces that everyone else misses in the blink of an eye, adding that it was you and she zero’d on it immediately. The way your eyes dropped to the floor whenever she was close by, the furrow of your eyebrows and downturned shape of your lips when she was near, and the cherry on top the way you would scramble for an exit anytime she walked into the room.
By the time you declined her invitation to go back home, to her place, after a shift for a second time with a half-hearted excuse of being too tired or cat sitting for your neighbour (who she knew for a fact didn’t have a cat), a heavy weight settled against her chest. The distance became something palpable and dark, sitting heavy against her chest. She decided then she wasn’t going to wait for another ‘no’.
The knock on your door is unexpected. It’s late into the evening, the moon casting its silver glow across the space and meeting the muted hue of your reading light. It takes you a few minutes to answer, your brain automatically assumes it's a delivery driver at the wrong address, but then it comes again. Harders this time, more insistent along with a text from Dana saying ‘it’s me’.
Your eyebrows scrunch up in confusion at the text but you quickly throw your blanket off your legs and go to the door. When you open it, she’s there. The hallway lights are harsh, but they soften against Dana’s features. The sweet smile on her lips and the edges of her eyes. You want to ask her what she’s doing there, but she’s already stepping forward before you can think of a reason she shouldn’t be.
“I got these for you,” her voice is light, almost a whisper as she presents a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a bottle of your favourite wine. You almost cry at the sight of them, tears lining your lash line as you take a step back and let her fully enter the space. Your turning away from her before she can see them, walking towards the kitchen while she hangs her coat up on the rack.
Dana just watches as you move around the kitchen, eyes drawn close in concentration as she maps the tension in your body. The stiffness of your shoulders, how your fingers flex and unflex as you place the flowers in a jug of water, the scrunch of your eyebrows and the way there are a hundred different thoughts flowing through your irises.
Finally she moves forward, wraps her hands around your wrist and gently glides her way up your arms to your elbows and moves them against her waist before she moves further up until she’s gently cupping your face.
“Hey sweetheart, tell me what's going on?”
Her voice is featherlight as she speaks, concern and love woven into every syllable as they pass by your lips and suddenly you feel so ridiculous for ever feeling jealous or like Dana was forgetting you. The tears well up again, water dotting your lashline as you take in a stuttered breath.
“It…it’s nothing,” another breath, shakier this time, “it’s silly.”
Dana shakes her head, rubs a thumb against your cheek where she catches a stray tear as it slips through.
“It can’t be silly if it’s making you feel this upset.”
The raw honesty in her voice breaks you and suddenly the tears are falling and you can’t stop them this time.
“I just..I got worried,” the honesty of it stings against your cheeks, the tears feeling like pins digging into your skin, “I know we agreed to be quiet, to keep things secret but its…it’s not enough anymore”
You stutter out another breath, almost choking on the words as they tumble out of you.
“I want to be able to hold your hand without looking over my shoulder, I want us to go to the park and not have to worry about someone seeing us there. And then there’s him… the new guys, he’s everywhere and I don’t get a moment alone with you…He fits so easily into your life and everyone sees it, even Robby made a comment about the two of you together.”
Dana doesn’t move, doesn’t falter as she looks at you, she gives you the space you need.
“Then at home, I feel like I don’t even have you anymore because you’re so tired and if I’m being honest, having you only at home isn’t enough anymore.”
Dana’s expression softened, as she pulled you in closer to her, hands moving from your cheeks and down to your waist. She isn’t angry or disappointed, well maybe a little but more so at herself than at you, gods she could never be angry at you for how you’re feeling.
“Sweetheart,” it’s a whisper, but it's so steady and unwavering that you can’t help the way it lifts something inside of you, “You have nothing to worry about. He’s an old friend from nursing school. That’s all.”
She squeezes your hip gently, pulls you flush against her and places a kiss to your forehead.
“The questions? The private moments? He wasn’t flirting, he was telling me about his husband and asking about you. Every time we’re alone I am gushing about you, how amazing you are and how much I adore you. We were talking about how I was finally going to ask you to move in with me, how it’s time we stopped hiding.”
That was your undoing, those seeds of jealousy and self-doubt that had burst into petals withered away as the tears came hot and heavy now. You couldn’t hold back your sobs, the deep heaving breaths shaking your whole body as Dana places her forehead against yours.
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can I ask for frank langdon with yellow hyacinth, purple hyacinth and gardenia?
featuring: frank langdon x paediatric nurse!reader
wc: 1,480
warnings: jealousy, divorced! single dad!Frank, brief mentions of rehab, insecure Franke, workplace romance, pre-established relationship, inappropriate patient interaction [flirting], harassment of a nurse
you can find the 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 here
Frank Langdon didn’t think he was a jealous man. He had always been secure in himself, and in his relationships, he was cocky yes but jealous? It wasn’t a word he would use to describe himself. Until it came to you, the pediatric nurse who carried sunshine on the sleeve of your lilac scrubs with a smile so honey sweet he found himself craving a toothache just to be near you.
He was drawn to you, in some inexplicable way. Like gravity itself had decided you were the sun and he was simply a planet, destined to be close but never truly touch. In those rare times he saw you in the ER, he was always at your side. Close enough to feel the heat of your skin, hear the whisper of your voice as you laugh and joke with just him. For Frank, that had to be enough.
There was part of him, buried under the shame and guilt of a failed marriage and rehab that believed he wasn’t good enough for you. That he never truly would be. He was a mess of a man, a storm cloud just ready to rain down on your sunny day. So he lingered.
You notice, of course you do, the way he stands that little bit too close. His hands always ghosting against your skin as he moves around you or when you're passing over instruments. His chest almost pressed against your back as you read over a chart at the nurses station, one hand propped beside you as he leaned over your shoulder. Then there was the smile, the quiet one that’s gentle around the edges. When all the boyish charm and ego vanishes and it’s just you, you hold that secret smile close to your chest.
To those around you, there’s an obvious attraction. The other nurses mapping out the way you always look for him first when you step into the room and the way his eyes soften at the edges when he notices you. The little touches when you think no one else is watching. Your hands lingering around his bicep for just a second too long when you pull him away for a consult. The way you slip a protein bar in his pocket when you notice his trembling hands, giving a kind smile and a teasing wink as a loving sarcasm slips from your tongue. Soon, there's a betting board in Ahmad's office, hidden behind a dozen more so you don’t see it.
Neither of you make a move, for different reasons. Frank is held back by fear and that deep lingering insecurity of not being enough for you, that in some way he would ruin you. For you, it's fear that it’s too soon. You know about the divorce, how he struggled and continues to struggle, how much he adores his kids. You worry it’s too soon, that you would be forcing him into something he wasn’t ready for because if he was ready, surely he would have made a move by now?
It all comes to a head on a cold Wednesday night. The winter chill had fully set in to Pittsburgh and the city was slick with ice and snow, bringing a barrage of falls and hypothermia cases through the doors. Frank had barely had a moment to breathe all day, never mind actually sit down and chart.
It was when he sat down that he saw you, eyes slowly dragging up from the computer screen and almost immediately locking onto your figure. You’re with the parent of a patient, a little boy who had been brought in with a fractured wrist after a fall in the ice, but he’s standing a little too close. Touching a little too much, his hand wrapping around your arm in a way that's just a little too friendly for Frank's liking.
Frank felt it then, white and hot as it courses through his veins. He was jealous. It was a strange feeling, not one Frank was used to in a romantic sense. Sure he had been jealous when other residents got interesting patients in cases, when Garcia would swoop in and take over. But this was different. It was ugly and monstrous. It settled heavy into his chest, sharp claws digging into the muscles of his heart and dragging against his ribs.
Of course there was a part of him that thought it was ridiculous, jealousy. Over someone touching you, his person, when you weren’t even his to begin with. The realisation washed over him like a cold shower, he was an idiot. You might not have been his, yet, but he was yours and he would be damned if he watched another man touch you like that.
Especially as he watched the way your face shifts, honey sweet smile dropping into cold professionalism in a single second. How your shoulders stiffened, just a fraction as you took a step back from the man. Whatever had been said or done, it was not good. The man took a step forward and Frank was up without thinking,
He reached you quickly, the hand that usually hovered now wrapping gently around your wrist as he gave a reassuring smile to you. His eyes flick to the man, who smelled like cheap vodka and a mix of body odour and weed, and his gaze instantly hardened. Rage simmered under the surface now, red hot and boiling and it must have been in the air or in Frank's face because the man shrinks, just a little. Stumbles backwards as he tries to regain the upper hand.
“We… got a pro-problem doctor?”
His words are slurred and it takes everything in Frank not to turn round and punch him. Instead, he moves his hand up your arms, light and grounding and you melt into the touch just a little.
“No sir,” his voice is low, a dangerous undercurrent of lightning that has decided its target, “Just need to talk to my favourite nurse about some labs.”
The man scoffs, goes to place a hand on Frank’s shoulder but he’s already moving before it lands. Frank’s hand moves from your arm, down your back almost a ghost of a touch before settling just between your hips. It sends bolts of electricity and heat through your body as he leads you past the hub and treatment rooms and into the staff lounge.
You scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion as the door closes behind you, the quiet click loud in the empty space. Frank’s hand drops from your back, and a part of you mourns the warmth of it, as he leans against the counter.
He doesn’t look at you for a few seconds, his chest rising and falling slowly as he tries to calm the rapid of his heart. You nearly reach out a hand, to try and bring him back to you but decided against it.
“Frank?”
Your voice is soft, a whispered melody that finally settles the storm inside of him and he finally looks at you. All doe eyed and concerned, hand twitching at your side as if fighting every instinct that tells you to touch him. He notices it then, the way you look at him. The way you see him. Not as some broken man with baggage that's sometimes too hard to carry. But him. Frank. In all his glorious imperfections and strengths.
Something settles in him then, well more like crashes around him. Walls of ego and what he thought was damage cracking wide open and leaving nothing but vulnerability and truth. You saw him, all of him, and you stayed anyway.
His heart starts hammering again, for a different reason now, and before he can second guess himself he’s cupping your cheeks and crashing his lips against yours. It’s messy, months or maybe even years of pent of emotion spilling out between his lips. Your hands move in an instant, up his chest and around his neck as you try and pull him as close to you as humanly possible.
But then he stops, pulls away with laboured breaths and eyes searching yours for any hint that you didn’t want this, that he had pushed a boundary.
“I’m sorry,” the words stumble out of him, rushed before he can even think about it. But you stop it before it turns into a ramble. Hand moving to cup at his jaw, thumb rubbing gentle circles against the stubble off his cheek. Your eyes are soft, full of love and care and a promise that you want this too.
“The only thing you should be apologising for is not doing that sooner.”
Then you're pulling him down again, pressing his lips against yours. It’s softer this time, two souls finally meeting where they belong rather than orbiting around one another fighting against fate and the universe.
