Perfectly Imperfect
Dr Dennis Whitaker x Reader, The Pitt x Reader
Find My Pitt Masterlist here This is a little fic for @domaystic Based on day 27: Holding Hands Dennis tries his very best to flirt with you. Failing miserably with each attempt. Brushed off as mere friendliness. Until finally he gets through to you. Turns out it was worth the wait. "I really like my hand holding yours" "I really like it too"
Notes: wholesome fluff. strong language. just two people in love. Dennis just trying to do his very best. oblivious reader.
Word Count: ~1.8k
You were smart.
Observant.
Capable.
Switched on.
The first to notice the smaller details with patients.
It was incredible how observant you were…
With everything except for when it came to social cues…such as flirting.
It seemed everyone in the Pitt knew this little fact.
As they watched Dennis tirelessly try his best to flirt with you.
Failing miserably with each attempt.
Brushed off as merely friendly, or just basic niceness.
You just never seemed to notice. No matter how many times Dennis would approach you, nothing ever seemed to click in your mind.
Even when he blatantly complimented you.
“You look nice today,” he had said one morning, while your eyes glanced over some charts.
You scrunch your nose, as you look up at him, as you remark with a light joke, “Oh thanks for appreciating my 4 day old hair that totally should’ve been washed yesterday”
“Uh–”
His brows furrow in confusion, he honestly wouldn’t have known. He truly thought you looked nice.
Well he thought you looked nice everyday.
He just didn’t always have the courage to say so.
“Thanks anyway, Dennis.” You nod, catching Robby’s eye as your feet move to jump onto a new case, turning back to say, “I like your curls, suits you”
And a wave of fluttering emotions settled in his stomach from your off handed compliment.
Other times when he thought words weren’t enough. He tried to make his affections obvious through little actions.
He extends his arm instead, offering you a cup, a small nervous smile on his face, “I got you a coffee”
Blinking in surprise you take it in your hands, “Oh that is so sweet of you, I’ll spot you one next time”
You’d smile, delightedly soothed by the drink.
Once again thinking nothing of it.
Not realising that Dennis only bought a coffee for you.
He’s left sighing in defeat at another failed attempt. Mouth downturned whilst he’s pulled away to work on an incoming trauma.
Don’t get him wrong. He had certainly tried asking you out.
It’s just that…
You never seemed to realise that was his intention.
You never turned him down outright either.
Nearing the end of a long shift, where the day felt too heavy. A day that makes you hesitate going home alone.
Dennis had walked up to you once more, after giving himself a little pep talk. He was ready to try his luck once more.
“Do you want to get a drink after work?”
“Oh yeah sounds good,” you nodded.
A smile spreading across his lips from your words, “Great–”
Only for him to freeze as you continue, “It’ll be fun hanging out with you and Trin. Definitely need a night out to relax”
“Oh yeah, sure. Trinity…” He deflates. Watching as you nod with a bright smile that he couldn’t say no to.
Shoulder’s sagging as you walk away, “I’ll just get my bag and we can plan where to go after”
He stands there and nods.
Catching Trinity by the arm, “Santos you have got to tell Y/N you can’t come tonight”
“Come where?” She asks with a raised brow.
“I asked her to get a drink after work, but she thinks that included you, to just hang out”
She clicks her tongue, “Better luck next time Huckleberry”
“Santos–” he pleads.
“Look I would totally say no, but I need a night out, and Y/N is great to hang out with. So. I would totally help, but I won’t,” She offers him a tight smile, patting his back.
He huffs audibly.
Dennis just couldn’t seem to crack it.
Couldn’t seem to work out how to ask you out.
Maybe you just weren’t interested?…Maybe you were just being polite?...
He honestly had no clue…
Then one day.
As you were rambling on about this movie you wanted to watch. Excitement bubbling out of you as you spoke.
He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you.
Enthralled by you and your glee.
He took it as his chance.
As an opening.
“Sounds like a cool movie, we should go sometime,” he offered.
Your eyes meet his, nodding in agreement, “That’s a great idea Dennis, could be a fun outing with everyone.”
He swallowed thickly,
Not again.
“Oh–uh, I mean–”
“But should we invite everyone? I’m not sure the film would be up everyone’s alley, or even if they’re free. Who’s going to work if everyone comes and then with that in mind, people are going to miss out–”
His eyes meet Santos’ from across the room. She gives him a determined look, exaggerated miming for him to tell you.
He takes in a deep breath before interrupting.
“–Y/N”
“Yes Dennis?” your words fall short, stopping to look at him, tilting your head in question.
“I meant us, as in you and I. Not everyone else. Just us. I’d like to go to the movies with you. Just you…as a date.”
He says finally. Before tacking on as his shyness comes over, “Only if you want to–”
You reach out, clasping his hand softly, assuredly. “I’d love to”
Nodding his head, as though he couldn’t believe it. The words falling from his lips quicker than he meant them to, “Great, then it’s a date”
Relief washing over him as he’s finally able to ask you out successfully. Able to call you and him going out together on a date.
Relishing the feeling of your hand wrapped in his…
Stunned as it's pulled away, your hands covering your mouth as you realise.
Shock coming over you.
Eyes widening.
“Have you been flirting with me this whole time?”
“Maybe, yes. Kind of.” He admits shyly.
“Oh my god, I feel like an idiot,” you bury your head in your hands, groaning in embarrassment.
Dennis’ eyes softened, trying to console you, “No don’t–maybe I wasn’t being obvious enough, I just didn’t want to come off too strong,” he tried to explain.
Lifting your head from your hands you say apologetically, “Dennis I am so sorry–fuck, I can be thick sometimes”
He laughs softly from your mutterings. Shaking his head to try to quell your apologies.
“Anyways. I can’t wait for our date. How does tomorrow night sound? We can get something to eat before—my shout, to make up for the whole. You know–Not knowing you were flirting, thing.” You offer. Heart pounding as you realise the boy you like happened to like you back.
He thought better than to argue with you, instead suggesting a compromise.
“How about we split it? And call it even.”
Your nerves begin to settle at his words, “Sounds perfect.”
And before you can talk yourself out of it. You lean up quickly, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before ducking away.
Thoughts scolding yourself for your oblivious nature.
Literally what the fuck?!
But as soon as you turn the corner, just out of sight, a bright smile widens across your face as you feel your heart flutter in your chest.
Racing from the very idea.
Excited and elated.
Leaving a stunned Dennis Whitaker standing still, hand slowly reaching up to clasp his cheek where your lips just brushed.
Cheeks flooding with a rising heat.
And across the room stands a very proud looking Santos. Who offers him a thumbs up in approval.
It’s about fucking time her roommate went on a date.
Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough.
A date that honestly…
Did not go to plan.
Dennis should’ve realised it from the moment that trauma came barreling through at 6:36 pm that it was going to be a long one.
Only once Santos and Javadi had practically shoved you both to the locker rooms, insisting they’d handle your hand-offs, did you both finally manage to leave the hospital.
Unfortunately by the time that happened it was well over 2 hours after you were meant to end your shift.
But who could’ve expected anything else?
What neither of you expected was the pouring rain that pelted down. Standing beneath the cover of the ambulance bay. Side by side.
Simply watching the rain pour.
There was no way to get to your car without being drenched.
And by that point there would be no way you’d get to go on your date together.
Dennis was beginning to lose hope. Faith flailing, it felt like his efforts to ask you out were once again were quickly being washed down the gutter.
But then you stood taller. Straighter. Determined.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yeah?” he replied, unsure as to what you meant.
Nodding at his words you slipped your hand into his.
“Ok, on the count of three, you’re going to have to run with me,” you stated. “One–”
“Wha–”
“Two–”
“Wait–”
“Three!”
Your feet begin to move, running through the rain as Dennis stumbles near the start, before falling into step.
Soon enough you reach the car park, sheltered from the rain, both panting a little out of breath.
Your eyes look over to him, seeing him absolutely drenched to the core, hair sticking to his forehead, clothes clinging to him.
Even now he looks gorgeous.
Eyes wide and glistening.
You can’t help but laugh. You both were probably quite a sight, as he began to chuckle beside you.
Hands still clasped together.
“I think the movies might be out of the question,” he says finally, as your laughter dies down. A sound that made him feel as though he were floating on cloud nine.
“Maybe not,” you said.
He furrowed his brows, confused by your words.
“Well. Since going out is clearly out of the question,” you answered whilst pointing to both of your drenched appearances. “We could pick up some takeout, go to mine and watch a movie there, can’t promise I’ll be wearing a little black dress but hopefully my pyjamas still look half decent”
“I like that idea a lot.” Dennis nods, a warm smile gracing his features.
So long as he was with you, he was sure to love it.
He squeezes your hand just slightly.
He softly murmurs, shifting closer to you, “I also, really like my hand holding yours.”
“I really like it too.” You quietly reply, looking up into his eyes.
You don’t know how long you must’ve lingered there.
Simply holding onto the feeling of his hands intertwined with yours.
Knowing that this was the beginning of something fun.
Something sweet.
Something perfectly imperfect.
Perhaps what started out rocky. A little misshapen.
Turns out wonderful.
Comfortable and warm.
Cosy as you nestle beside Dennis upon your couch.
A calm washing over you both.
And just maybe. Trinity doesn’t see her roommate until the very next day as they begin their shift.
A Cheshire grin on her face as she sees him, walking in with you.
His hair a little tussled, sleep still in his eyes. And most noticeably. In the very same clothes as yesterday.
As he had fallen asleep beside you on your couch, fingers still interlaced with yours.
A small smile upon both your faces.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this fluffy little piece. I can just totally imagine Dennis fumbling over words trying to flirt with you, and being disheartened with each attempt but not giving up (respectfully of course, would be a dif story if you turned him down, he'd totally back off if you did)! Let me know what you thought ✨ Comments, Reblogs and Likes are welcomed and appreciated 💕 If you enjoyed, consider checking out my Dennis Whitaker x Former Army Medic!ReaderTread Lightly Series Or find my Dr Robby x Wayne!Reader Rinse & Repeat Series Masterlist here 🩺 Or check out my overall Masterlist here
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