"Hold On To The Memory, And Let The Rest Of It Come."

My girls. Kicking ass and bullying John Walker. I want them to be best friends.

Forgot all about this show— thank u to #thepitt for reviving my love for noah wyle

"No matter how each of us survived, maybe we owe it to those who didn't, to become the best of mankind."

SHAWN HATOSY as SAMMY BRYANT Southland | Identity (4.04)

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Pretty Boy

Harry Potter x fem!reader

WC: 563

CW: mentions of the Dursleys being neglectful; FLUFF

Summary: You love to make your boyfriend embarassed

Day 21 of mk's mad dash

Sadly, your boyfriend grew up without any affection from his family. So, it was no surprise that any affection he was shown was foreign to him. And, in some cases, maybe even a little embarrassing. You remembered the early days of your relationship- how even a peck on his cheek or a hug would make him blush furiously. With time, of course, he became more comfortable in your affection and even initiated it himself. Still, occasionally, you were able to bring back out his shy side, intentionally or not. 

In this instance, you were very intentional about trying to make your boyfriend blush. After he’d called you pretty girl a few weeks ago and left you a flustered mess, you were determined to get revenge. 

You decided to act completely unassuming, only throwing the term of endearment back in his face when he was most vulnerable and sweet in your arms. 

After a long Friday of classes, you brought Harry back to your dorm to cuddle and relax, simply enjoying one another’s presence. You snuck some food from the kitchens that now left you both feeling stuffed and satisfied. In your current position you were laying sprawled out, back on the bed and Harry nearly entirely on top of you.

In your post-dinner bliss, you two had gone mostly silent, reveling in each other’s company and touch. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through Harry’s wild black hair, pursuing a pointless mission of trying to untangle his curls. 

Your boyfriend’s face was buried in your neck, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to your skin when the urge presented itself. 

When your fingers made their way to the nape of his neck, Harry hummed softly against you.

“Feel good, Haz?”

“Yeah, baby. So good. Love when you play with my hair,” he sighed.

You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, “Good. You deserve to be spoiled, you know.”

“Why? ‘Cos my parents are dead?” he mumbled.

To those who didn’t know your boyfriend, this type of comment would’ve left them floored. But for you, who was used to his dark humor, you only laughed disbelievingly, squeezing his arm chidingly, “Harry!”

“Well?”

You pressed another fond kiss against his skin, this time to his cheek, “You deserve to be spoiled because I love you and because you’re a sweet boy.”

Then more quietly you whispered, “my sweet boy.”

Harry raised his head from its home in your neck and pecked your lips lovingly, “love you, baby.”

You knew that now was the time to strike. 

“I love you too, my pretty boy.”

Your boyfriend’s face went from loving to embarrassed in seconds, his brown skin coloring red. 

He whined and buried his face back in your neck.

“What’s wrong my love,” you asked teasingly.

“You know what’s wrong,” he grumbled, “you did it on purpose.”

“Did what on purpose?”

Harry looked back up at you, the most adorable pout gracing his lips, “You called me…. pretty boy…. just to make me embarrassed.”

“I said what I meant,” you answered honestly, “though the teasing was a benefit.”

Your boyfriend continued to pout at you, “I hate you.”

“You love me,” you reminded him, “Otherwise you wouldn’t feel so embarrassed right now.”

“Fine,” he huffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever you say, pretty girl.”

And damn him, because now you were the one left a blushing mess.

WARZONE • THE PITT FANFIC

• MIXTAPE •

ᴡᴀʀᴢᴏɴᴇ ~ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

' step on my feet, lookin' for a fist fight, come and find me, walkin' dead in daylight. '

ғᴜɴɴʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ~ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ

' blame is a coward, but self-righteous a funny little creature hiding out in me.

sᴇʀᴛᴀʟɪɴᴇ ~ ɢʀᴀᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ

' blacken eyes stare into my face, swore it would be the last time i would make the same mistake. '

ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ-ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ ~ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ

' the thoughts of you i can't stomach, tastes a lot like vomit

sick of seeing you smile. '

ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ~ ᴅᴀɪsʏ ᴊᴏɴᴇs & ᴛʜᴇ sɪx

' you regret me and i'll regret you, You couldn't handle your liquor, and you can't seem to handle the truth. '

ᴅɪᴇᴀsᴇ ~ ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ

' there are no more tears to cry, i heard you beggin' for life, runnin' out of medicine

uou're worse than you've ever been. '

ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ~ ғɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀɪᴠᴀʟs

' once it starts it never stops, discipline is all i'm not. can;t help myself, you listening? why can't i say what i want? '

ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ~ ᴊᴜʟɪᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ

' i'd slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me. '

ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ~ ᴀʟᴇx ᴡᴀʀʀᴇɴ

' i've got a tendency to run, and all i've learned from love is that it leaves me. '

ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ~ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ

' i have spent my life, chasing things, that have only brought me pain, in the end, when i'm dead

hope it was for something. '

ɢᴀᴍᴍᴀ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ~ ᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ

' two by two, each shot to numb, for the imagery to show all that's become, just how much is left, how much to love? a story of a boy whose dream dwindled.

Casting directors really see Shawn Hatosy and just

This was one of the most heartbreaking scenes in television history

WARZONE • THE PITT FANFIC

👥: dr. michael robinavitch, maeve montgomery

“ i solely believe that you can be mad at him for as long as you want to— but he is the godfather of your child— you cannot stay mad forever. “

“ and you can forgive him? he betrayed our trust— he was high as a kite while looking after andrew, robby— i just don’t know if i can ever look at him the same— “