hi! could i request a fic where reader is a nurse in the pitt and one day she comes in with her hair dyed pink and dennis, who was into her even before that, is totally down bad now and then later at home trinity could accidentally walk into den jerking off to google pictures where he searched up "women pink hair no face" imagining the reader?
i imagine santos calling him disgusting and tell him to finally ask the reader out that she cant cope with this anymore while whitaker would be so embarrassed and panickedly tuck his junk back into his pants (o the genre is jg suggestive fluff! would be nice if it ended up with him and reader going on a date with him 😭💗)
i just love perverted dennis hcs..
angels have pink hair ᜊ𐔌๑ ´ ˔ ` ꒱ d. whitaker
a/n ; i literally love this so bad LMFAO thank you. might make a pt 2 as i didnt get to the asking out bit!
content ; not proof read, coworker!dennis, dennis is kind of pervy, reader implied to be afab, masturbation (m), dennis gets caught, honestly kind of second hand embarrassment LMAO
dennis sighed rather loudly as he plopped his bag onto a random swively chair, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. it was another brisk, quaint friday morning at the PTMC- and by brisk and quaint, he meant he didn't have to shove through a huge crowd of people to get into the building this morning. it was one of those days where nobody was trying to blow their head off with fireworks or take their arm off in a motorcycle crash. at least for the next hour. the lobby wasn't packed to the brim yet, which was a good sign.
dana smirked, pausing whatever she was signing to glance up at dennis. "happy friday, kiddo." he chuckled politely.
"yeah, at last." he murmured, unzipping his backpack. he'd finally managed to score a weekend off, and he was getting giddy just thinking about it. two whole days of lounging around with the apartment to himself, watching shitty horror movies and stalking whatever social media account of yours he could unearth. he knew it was weird, perverted, but you were just his type. and it wasn't like he didn't want to ask you out- he just... kept putting it off.
trying to push out the lingering fantasies of you the weekend from his mind, he sat up to grab whatever patient he could grab from dana. he watched as javadi and santos indulged in whatever gossip was floating around the ER- mostly just the recycled snippets of victoria's crush on mateo- and started to walk over.
until their heads snapped up to the door.
"wow." trinity laughed, beaming as victoria gasped in a girlish sense of awe. dennis, for some reason slightly anxious now, followed their gaze to the door. and wow, indeed.
something in dennis’s chest tightened. your hair had always been soft and dreamy- but this was something else entirely. the way the cotton candy pink strands fell around your giggly smile, the way the colour seemed to melt against your skin. his mouth fell open dumbly, before shutting quickly. you grinned.
“does it look okay?” you tucked it gently behind your ears, cheeks rosy from the attention. “i did it last night, i was a little tipsy."
"it's so cute on you!" victoria practically squealed, walking over to get a better look. "i tried to dye the ends of my hair purple when i was, like, 16. my mom was so mad though, i had to get a bob."
your laughs and chatter fell on deaf ears, however, and as a result dennis barely noticed you glance over to say hi to him.
"um- dennis?" you repeated yourself, and he immediately perked up like someone had flipped a little switch on his back. "hi." you chirped.
"uh, sorry-" he breathed, trying to chuckle it off. "your hair is- it's- i love it. looks... perfect on you." he managed to sputter. he'd always gotten flustered and fuzzy in your presence, but this was different. you beamed back at him, and he tried his very best to keep his composure. he wanted that image of you smiling in his head forever.
"thanks! i was worried it was gonna look too bright, but i actually kind of like it. i think-" you started, but not before dana interrupted the group circle you had around you.
"alright, alright, this isn't a beauty salon." she waved her clipboard like she was shooing a flock of pigeons. "someone's gonna die waiting to be seen if you keep this up."
"that happens everyday, dana." trinity mumbled, and dana shot her a knowing look.
"careful there, dr santos." she raised a brow, but hints of a smile stayed on her face nontheless. "don't want robby hearing all this negativity in the workplace." trinity nodded like a teenager being told off. you turned back to face dennis.
"well, um... i'll see you!" you gave him a nod, pink hair glinting underneath the fluorescent lights of the hospital.
"yeah- yeah, see you." dennis said dreamily, watching you walk off to whichever patient was free. that was humiliating, he thought to himself, attempting to quietly readjust his bottoms. he sneered at himself for the way he looked at you, reminding himself for the fifth time this morning to just keep to himself til the shift was over.
trinity slapped him on hard on the shoulder, making him jump with an abrupt “jesus christ” before turning to face her. the look on her face was one of triumph he had never seen- like she had just struck gold.
“sooooo…” she began, cocking an eyebrow at him. he already knew where this was headed. “pink hair, huh?” he groaned under his breath. this was the happiest she'd been all week.
"please, don't start." dennis rubbed his hands over his face, already exasperated. "not right now."
"i dont know what you're talking about, huckleberry." she grinned wryly, turning on one heel to walk to the computer she was using. "get back to work!" he ran a hair through his hand, quick to busy himself with whoever needed the most attention.
just make it to the weekend, dennis.
he'd been home for about an hour or so when he opened up his laptop.
it was trinity's old one that she had reluctantly given to him when he'd first moved in, dusty around the edges and a few scratches on the screen. not that he cared- growing up in rural nebraska, this would've been top notch when he was living there.
he couldn't get the image of you smiling so sweetly at him out of his head, pink hair and all. you were so pretty, it made his dick heart hurt.
he was propped up in his bed in an old, battered band tee and a pair of boxers, already half hard from scrolling through your instagram for the hundredth time. he just couldn't get over your hair.
and how badly he wanted to bunch it up in his hands while he had you on all fours in his bed, or crouched over him kissing his length up and down. he felt guilt rise up in his tummy- but the need for relief was bigger.
almost nervously, he typed into the searchbar: women pink hair no face. immediately the screen lit up with results- it wasn't you, but it'd have to do.
sleazebag, he thought to himself. his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as if you were watching him.
but he was too far gone to care as he palmed himself over his boxers, hand slipping underneath the waistband.
trinity got home about quarter to 11, rubbing her aching forehead like she’d aged 20 years in one night. she had half a mind to get mad at dennis for clocking out early and leaving her to her own devices for another two hours- but she was exhausted. all she wanted now was to curl up in bed and not think about all the missing paperwork or how garcia had snapped at her during surgery.
slumping her bag onto the nearest chair, she walked over to the kitchen with a sigh and began rummaging through the pantry.
“where the fuck…” she scoffed under her breath. the last thing she needed right now was to be out of milk, at 10:45 in the evening. it was half full this morning, how could-?
whitaker, she thought, groaning softly. looking at the closed door of his room, she walked over and impulsively opened the door, bursting in.
“okay, i know you like to eat, but you can’t just-”
“WHAT THE FUCK!!!” a yell came from him, and trinity barely had time to see him scrambling to pull the covers over his waist. from the angle she was standing at, she managed to get a glimpse of what seemed to be a very naked woman with very pink hair. almost the same shade as- “GET OUT!”
“OH MY GOD-” she yelped, slamming the door with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “GROSS, DENNIS!” she yelled through the door after a few seconds of silence.
“do you know what knocking is?!” a muffled sputter came from inside, and she could hear the mortified tone in his voice.
“that’s my old computer you’re using!” she bit back, gripping the handle tightly shut. “are you looking at porn on my old computer?!”
what followed was a groan of embarrassment and about two minutes of silence in which trinity spent trying to desperately erase the image of what she had just walked in on from her mind.
she sighed. “can… can i come in now?”
cautiously this time, trinity opened the door to dennis standing nervously with- thank god- sweatpants on.
“okay.” she rubbed her hands over her face, clearly exasperated. “what… the fuck was that about.” dennis gulped.
“nothing-” he started, but trinity cut him off.
“is this about your thing for-”
“oh my god, it is.” she breathed, as if she was speaking to a little kid. dennis looked down at his feet, shame bubbling up in his body. he might have to move back to nebraska after this, he thought.
“okay, listen.” trinity started again, this time stern and clearly exhausted from a 10 hour shift. “either you ask them out on monday, or i’m making you pay rent.”
“i can’t come home to you jerking off with my computer because you’re too scared to ask someone on a date.” she snapped. “it’s disgusting. i don’t wanna see that.” he nodded.
“okay, you know what-” she sighed, massaging her temple. “i’m going to bed. i can’t deal with this right now. but if you don’t get a date with them in the next week, you will be paying for my wifi bill.”
“okay, okay, i get it. i’m- i’m sorry, okay?” dennis waved his hands, trying his best to finish this conversation. “i’ll… i’ll do it. i’ll ask them out.” trinity raised an eyebrow.
“i’m serious, fuckleberry.” she looked him dead in the eye. “by next week. or you’re-”
“paying the wifi bill, i got it.”
finally slinking out of his room, she closed the door sharply again for good measure. he stared down at the carpet for a solid minute.
“ask them out… i can do that.” he murmured, nodding to himself. he looked back at the still open computer sitting on his bed.
sighing again, he shut it for good measure and climbed into the covers.
all this because of some hair dye, he thought to himself.
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