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[velmalav]

VELMALAV MASTERLIST

HAH! New masterlist let's fucking goooo (Currently writing for The Pitt and W2S)

Harry Lewis

one shots:

Valentine's Day

Frank Langdon

one shots:

Just There

Northern Downpour

series:

The Giver // night one // day two // night two // day three // night three [completed] [post with all chapters]

Harry Styles

If You're Too Shy Then Let Me Know

Roger Taylor

one shots:

Bubbles

Nights in '74

Caught in the Act

Collapsed

Stranded

Drunk Off You

A Thing For Blondes

headcanons/blurbs:

you out drink roger

secretive, heat of the moment kiss

roger tries to make you a cake

series:

Call My Bluff // 2 // 3

Sister // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6

Ben Hardy

one shots:

Turnoff

Distractions

All Too Well

blurbs/headcanons:

ben tries to make you feel better after a bad day

[velmalav]

Northern Downpour, Again (snippet)

Doing my best to finish the next (and final, I'm pretty sure) of my Langdon fic, Northern Downpour. But in the meantime, I figured I'd post the first few paragraphs for funsies. Unfortunately/fortunately? it's going to be longgggg.

...

From across the ED, you lock eyes with Frank Langdon, unable to fight the smile that forms on your face. Head half-cocked, elbows leaning onto a desk, he returns it. To everyone else around you, it’s a simple greeting, nothing more than a nicety. To both of you, it’s a secret language.

Three months is a long time to keep up a charade. Three long months of clandestine meetings. Three long months of avoiding an inevitable that keeps getting pushed back somehow. But as much as the thought pops up in the back of your mind, you can’t help the thrill that comes along when it simply doesn’t happen.

Leaned against a wall, you bite at your thumbnail without breaking eye contact. He taps the pen between his fingers twice against his temple. With a curt nod, you enter the room beside you. And as you double check the chart in front of you, you think, “Tonight. It’s a date.”

Original story here!

Masterlist (requests are open!)

[velmalav]

Just wrote what I imagine is one of the most devastating things I’ve ever written in my life…anyway, my Langdon fic Northern Downpour is getting another part after a year!!! Haha super chill and normal about this

[velmalav]

hello darling, wondering if you’re thinking about doing a second part for northern downpour because i know i would eat that shit right up !! that is all, have a lovely day 🫶

I know this is a bit old but I am very much considering it nowadays :-)))

[velmalav]

Valentine's Day - Harry Lewis

masterlist

Back from the dead!

Content: fluff, one shot, (swearing)

You typically spent Valentine's Day all alone. That is, until you get a surprise knock at the door.

February 14th. Valentine’s Day. A holiday that represents love, faithfulness, and passion. Three things that I can positively say I do not have this year.

I have been anticipating the day for weeks now. The usual discomfort sitting alone in my home, knowing each and every one of my friends were out with their significant others. But like last year and the year before that, when the day comes, it brings a melancholy that no matter what I do, I cannot seem to shake.

There have been many plans to combat this over the years. Sleep through it, play video games all day to take my mind off of it, try and find someone on Hinge to spend it with last minute. It just never works out. Always ends up in me in bed by 7pm, staring up at the ceiling, imagining myself dying alone. I know that sounds dramatic, I know. But it starts to feel a little bit less so when your family have literally said it to your face for years.

This is why I’m so shocked to hear a knock at my door at 7pm. While I’m laying in my bed, right on schedule, staring at the same boring ceiling I did last year.

I take a beat. There’s a chance I’m imagining it. The Hinge guy flaked at the last minute; there’s not a chance it’s him.

Then there’s another knock. This time it was louder, more comical. Almost like whoever it is is using both hands to bludgeon the door down.

“Hello?” I called out reluctantly. Knowing they absolutely cannot hear, I make my way down the hall to the front door before I repeat myself, “Hello?”

“Open the door, Y/N,” a familiar voice begged from the other side of the wood, “It’s fucking freezing out here.”

Now more confused than ever, I yank the door open to reveal Harry, a friend of a friend I rarely ever speak to. He is standing with a bright red nose and an anxious grin on his face. I can’t control the concern on my face at the state of him; he’s definitely looked better.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” I ask, again unable to mask the slight judgement in my voice. I didn’t even know he knew where I lived.

“I-uh, thought I’d swing by,” he stutters, grin wiped from his face. I’m sure my hard stare isn’t helping much. “Holiday and all, y’know.”

“Oh,” I’m not sure what else to say, so I step back and widen the door for him. “I guess…uh-come in, then.”

“Thanks,” he chirps, grin returning as he slides past me into the living room. I study him as he takes in my homely apartment, coat, hat, and shoes still on.

“Make yourself at home,” I awkwardly muster out, latching the door behind me and leaning against it. “No shoes past here, though, please.”

“Got it,” he nods, kicking off his shoes beside the door and slinking out of his coat. It’s then that I realized he’s carrying a backpack on his back. He drops it to the ground and rummages through it, glancing up at me once as if for permission.

“What’s that?”

Harry stands back up with a bottle of Pinot Grigio in his hands. “Uh, wine. For you.”

My eyebrows shoot up. I’ve gone from confused to extremely, very much so baffled.

“F-For me?” I stutter out. “Why?”

Suddenly his eyes decided everything around the room was much more interesting than me. “Thought you needed the pick-me-up, I guess.”

“Thanks?” I muttered, taking the bottle from him gently. “I guess I’m just confused. I mean, we don’t necessarily have the type of… uh-friendship for this? I do appreciate it, though, of course.”

Harry immediately nods, clasping his hands behind his back, “Yeah, I know. But I was talking to Jane the other day and she mentioned you were spending Valentine’s alone this year. As it so happens, I am, too. So, I made the last-minute decision to check in, I guess. See if you were around.”

His words are sweet, thoughtful even. But despite that, I can’t help the blush that runs up my neck. It’s embarrassing to know your friend has been telling other people know you were sad and lonely on the most romantic day of the year.

“I’m unfortunately always around,” trying my hand at a self-deprecating joke, which only makes my face redder.

Harry chuckles, but even for him it feels pitiful. Then there’s a long, unbearable silence. Just us, staring at each other, forced smiles on our faces.

“You know what,” I interrupt. Partly because I can’t handle the silence anymore, but also because I’ve had an epiphany. “I have some more wine in the fridge. You want to join me? I was just about to put a movie on.”

I wasn’t, but that’s not the point.

“Definitely,” Harry smiles. I swear his next exhale is one of relief.

“So, this is your go-to Valentine’s movie?” Harry wonders about twenty minutes into ‘My Bloody Valentine.’ He’s laid up on the opposite side of the couch, one arm behind his head, the other picking at his lip. I’m curled up in a blanket, head just barely peeking out to gaze over at him with an amused smile.

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a curt nod. “Nothing like watching people get chopped up. Really puts the holiday spirit in me.”

Harry’s brows furrow, but he’s laughing, “That’s like saying ‘The Shining’ is your favorite Christmas movie.”

Passionately, I shoot up from the blanket, leaning my hands onto my calves. “Shut up. How did you know that?”

His eyes go wide, “No fucking way did I guess that.”

“You literally just did. How?”

“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

There’s something about movies that really brings me out of my shell (as if the wine wasn’t helping it along, too). I push myself onto my knees, leaning closer to him so my fingers brush his calves. “I swear on my life, I am not. No one knows that. I’ve told no one.”

Then we’re both laughing. Maybe it’s the sadness of a holiday spent without a lover or the copious amounts of wine we’ve put down in the last twenty minutes, but we’re belly laughing to the point of crying.

“That’s just deranged,” Harry manages out between laughs. It only makes everything funnier. Without noticing, by the time we finish laughing, we’re sat up facing each other, tears coating our eyes.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” Harry suddenly says, sighing through the last of his giggles. To him, his words seem casual, something that’s been known for a long time.

But they stop me in my tracks.

The only light is from the movie flashing across the screen, hues of red and pink. For a moment, I watch the colors dance across Harry’s face. Almost as if something I should’ve been clued in on has just struck me like lightning. I watch him until his stare is just as serious as mine. Like an old Western, it suddenly feels like a stand-off.

Then he lifts his hand towards my face, brushing the past tears of laughter from my under-eyes. He leaves his fingers there, thumb softly continuing to move across the now dry surface.

“Harry,” I breathe, unsure of what I’m trying to say. Is it a protest? A confirmation? Oh, God, a confirmation of what?

Regardless, Harry doesn’t seem to ponder over it too much. Almost like he’s having so many thoughts of his own that he cannot process that I’ve even spoken. I believe the moment is over when his hand begins to recede down my cheek, but as quickly as my thoughts race, his fingers cup my jaw, and he pushes his lips to mine.

Where his actions felt confident, dissuaded, the kiss feels unsure. It isn’t until I lean into him that he feels reassured and slides his other hand around my waist. I’m processing everything so fast that it takes my brain a moment to reciprocate.

I want this.

I didn’t know I wanted this five seconds ago, but I do now.

My full weight is now leant against him, lips moving feverishly as if I’m scared he’ll pull away. My one hand lands on top of his cupping my face, the other curling around his neck. We don’t separate until we’ve both run out of air, breathing heavily into each other’s faces.

Harry’s eyes flicker to my lips and back up into mine again. His grip on my waist tightens.

“You’re…” he trails off, searching intently for more words. “I’m really glad I came over.”

“I am, too,” I reply with a soft smile, resting my forehead against his. “But I’m starting to think you had ulterior motives.”

He laughs. He leans his head down, so his forehead is against my mouth, “Wonder what gave you that idea.”

I grab his face with both hands against, forcing him to look back up at me. Harry attaches our lips again, but this time the kiss is quick, chaste.

“It was just dumb luck that the girl I’ve been eyeing up for months happened to be alone on Valentine’s Day.”

February 14th. Valentine’s Day. A holiday that represents love, faithfulness, and passion. Weirdly enough, I might have actually lucked my way out to all three this year.

[swagophile]

I had a dream that Joe Biden kept trying to sneak back into the white house to become the president again and he had a variety of silly disguises like in one he was wearing a big moustache and top hat and introduced himself as Job Iden and tried to sell trump snake oil and trump was super interested until his moustache fell off and then JD vance was like "wait a minute.. that's joe biden!!" amd he was like "welp, gotta run, see ya later jack!" and then all the evil white house staff were shaking their heads cus joe biden almost sneaked into the white house and the newest aid was there and she was like "That was a close call, Mr President" and his new aide was actually kamala harris wearing a big cartoon wig and they were all too distracted by joe biden to notice

[velmalav]

only one episode into season 2 of the Pitt and I’m feeling a langdon fic surge deep inside

[crisismoth]

sometimes i be saying im gonna go to bed and then i dont go to bed. frequently in fact. this is because i have the heart of an optimist and the soul of a liar

[van1llanotes]

✧ ⁠— THE PITT FINDING OUT YOU’RE DATING (except it’s actually only like three people)

characters : frank langdon, trinity santos, michael robinavitch, dana evans

warnings : reader is mentioned to be smaller than langdon. reader has hair long enough for a claw clip. mention of a code blue. gambling (betting pool on reader and frank’s relationship). constant switching of names between frank/langdon. purposeful lowercase.

word count : 1.7k

notes : no abby au ! at some point i started researching the university of pittsburgh’s medical school admission process (for the plot i guess??) ngl this is so lazy. i was super motivated in the first half and then just wanted to get it done by the end </3 (meaning it’s kind of a stupid ending but whatever). maybe will do a part two if anyone cares enough

7:00AM–Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center

7:00 and your workday was already a disaster. you, a senior resident at the pitt, had spent the night at your boyfriend, frank langdon’s, house. you overslept, nearly missing your final alarm before he pulled you out of bed by your ankles at 6:20am. to make things worse, your car decided it would be a wonderful time to stall. instead of waiting patiently, frank just hauled you into his car and drove you both to work.

it was your first time being driven to work by your boyfriend and while it should have been sweet and romantic, all it did was stress you out. your outfit consisted of your black scrubs with one of langdon’s sweaters–one from the university of pittsburgh. “pitt” in bold black letters laid across your chest with “school of medicine” in slightly smaller letters beneath. it was innocuous enough. if anyone asked about it, you could get away with saying you sized up.

frank seemed to notice your discomfort, his hand resting against your thigh as he drove.

“it’s fine. no one’s going to see us,” he reassured you, his tone annoyingly nonchalant.

as much as you wanted to feel reassured by that statement, the people of the pitt had an annoying habit of sticking their noses where it didn’t belong. in both the patient’s and staff’s lives.

especially in the staff’s lives…

a heavy sigh left your lips, staring out the window as he parked the car, scanning the parking lot to see if anyone was nearby. once you had decided it was clear, you pulled your claw clip from your tote bag, carefully collecting your hair into it. you had been an er doctor long enough to know not to wear one while in the car.

frank looked at you with a smug grin on his face.

“don’t.” you warned, a scowl tugging on your lips. “do not start.”

“i’m not starting anything,” he casually said, leaning against his seat. if that expression on his face was anything to go by–he was lying out of his ass.

“...i’m going to work.” you huffed, quickly crawling out of his car and hastily making your way inside.

frank just smiled, giving you a moment to get inside before following after you.

11:00AM–Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center

the morning had been incredibly busy. between the arrival of “the living dead” and a handful of patients with cuts, burns, and the victims from late night bar fights, you were running around the er for hours. with langdon…

unbeknownst to you, several doctors and nurses had been eyeing you and langdon all day. almost anytime dr. robby was called in for a second-opinion or to have a plan of action run by him, he would find you and langdon together.

the nurse station had gotten a little chatty at certain points in the day. princess and perlah had their suspicions for months, but your closeness today only spurred them on. even dana got in on the conversation.

at one point, you were looking over a patient’s chart when langdon came up beside you, a little too close to be considered professional.

robby and dana happened to be standing nearby and gave each other a look, not even needing to speak to understand what was going through their heads.

eventually, as rumors usually did in the pitt, everyone was well-aware of just how friendly the two of you were.

you were finally able to take a seat in the break room, a small lunchable on the table that you were picking from. normally, you would have a nutritionally acceptable lunch, but waking up in a house that wasn't yours and already running late made you work with what you had. and what you had was an extra lunchable that nurse dana had helped stocked the fridge with (mostly for the med students, but who was actually paying attention?).

mid-bite of your pathetic stack of stale

crackers and processed ham and cheese, dr. santos sat down beside you, squinting incredulously as if she knew something.

there was a moment of silence between her staring and your chewing where you waited to see if she would say anything. with a hard swallow, you looked at her, brows furrowed.

you finally opened your mouth to speak, but she swiftly interrupted you.

“how close are you and langdon?”

the question caught your off-guard, your face shifting into a confused expression.

“well we met in college so…pretty close.”

“right. right…”

santos pulled back, her gaze slowly drifting over you, notably lingering on your bare ring finger.

“is there something you need? any other questions?”

the question seemed to catch santos off-guard. she blinked, looking anywhere but you for a moment, shrugging her shoulders as she stuffed her hands into her scrub pockets.

“no. no, no more questions.”

your jaw tightened, watching her intently as she played footsies with herself, almost waiting for you to suddenly elaborate.

a sudden code blue over the intercom called her out of her head and cut your break short. with a sigh, you tossed the plastic remnants of your lunchable and got to work.

5:00PM–Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center

the day had been long and grueling. you were only two hours from finishing your twelve hour shift, but god were you tired.

you stood in front of the large board with all the patients listed, hands on your hips as your eyes slowly drifted across the names. the board was relatively empty, which only made you more anxious. that always meant the night was going to get worse.

almost as if sending your anxiety, langdon appeared beside you. he seemed so calm, so in his element.

“so…inflammation or vomiting?” he asked with a grin.

“whoever is first, langdon. i don’t cherry pick my cases.”

his brow shot up, hands raising in surrender. “woah, woah. i do not cherry pick my cases. i just…need a stimulating case.”

“you are such a shit liar.” you huffed, looking at the board once again.

“i’ll buy you dinner if you take the vomiting case.” he teased, nudging you with his elbow.

“you would buy me dinner regardless.”

“that i would.” he happily sighed. he paused, before leaning against the nurse’s station, staring at you for a moment. “speaking of…do you want chinese or mexican tonight?”

“oh my god, i would kill for some chinese takeout…”

“my place or yours?”

“mine. i’m not having a repeat of this morning,” you mumbled under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.

he let out a sharp breath, clearly a laugh he cut short.

“see you tonight then,” he shrugged, “enjoy your vomit patient.”

“wait—i didn’t agree to that!” but by the time you got the words out, he was already halfway down the hall to whichever case he had decided to pick up.

you just sighed, double-checking the room information for your vomiting patient.

you made your way to the patient, blissfully unaware of dr. robby and nurse dana standing on just the opposite side of the nursing station, having heard everything.

7:00PM–Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center

the end of your shift came quicker than expected. you managed to finish up your cases just in time for your shift to end. halfway through opening your locker, you heard someone lean against the other lockers, the sheets of metal clanking as someone’s weight pressed against it.

you turned, expecting to see langdon, and froze as dr. robby was directly in front of you.

“oh hey—“

“are you and dr. langdon…seeing each other?” he asked, his words slowly but purposeful.

“seeing each other…as in with our eyes? because yes, i would hope we are—“

“you know exactly what i mean.”

you were quiet, awkwardly fighting the smile that kept trying to sneak its way onto your lips.

“it’s my job to know everything that goes on in this er. anything that might impact how we operate.”

“it sounds more like you’re just being nosy.”

dr. robby smiled lightly at your words, “that’s part of it.”

you took a breath, taking a moment to think of just how much to reveal to him.

“we’ve been…seeing each other for a decent amount of time.”

“how long…?” he pushed, raising his eyebrow at you.

“about six months…”

“shit,” he sighed, sounding a little defeated.

“why? is that bad?” you quickly asked, almost sounding a little worried.

“no. it just means collins won the bet.”

you paused, blinking for a moment.

“you guys bet on us?”

“you know better than anybody else here that we bet on anything.” he replied flatly, his nose scrunching slightly. he knew all too well that you also chose to partake in many of these bets.

“right…” you sighed, awkwardly opening your locker. you paused for a moment, looking over at dr. robby. “this…doesn’t change anything about work, right?”

“as long as it doesn’t impact my er or your professional lives, no. it shouldn’t be a problem.”

a sigh of relief left you at his words. drama between doctors wasn’t usually an issue within the pitt, but big news was always scary.

“right well, i should get going…”

dr. robby just smiled, bidding you goodnight before making his way back to the nurse’s station, no doubt going to inform nurse dana of his investigative findings.

once you got to the parking lot, frank was waiting for you, twirling his keys between his fingers.

“hey,” he smiled, wrapping his arm around you as you two walked to his car.

“robby knows we’re dating,” you quickly spilled.

frank just looked at you for a moment, before shrugging. “secret had to get out at some point.”

“you don’t care?”

“pfft. why would i care that everyone in the pitt knows i’m dating someone hot?”

you rolled your eyes at him, puffing your cheeks for a moment as you tried to think of what else to say.

“they bet on us.”

“who won?”

“collins.”

“damn. is there a single bet that woman doesn’t win?”

you smiled at his words, looking up at him. “you reaaally don’t care?”

he looked down at you, his brow still raised. “no, i don’t. now get in the car or i’m making you pay for your own dinner.”

“you’re such an ass.”

“yeah, well, you love me.”

that comment made you pause for a moment, hand lingering over the passenger side door handle.

“guess i do…”

“you guess?”

you let out a dramatic sigh, but the smile on your lips did nothing to hide your affection towards him.

“i love you, frank.”

“i love you too.”

[bbibbii]

Dr. Frank Langdon - ER Ken

[velmalav]

This is the best thing I’ve ever seen

[langdonsbenzosaddiction]

[sunflowermp4]

unfortunately the little nod langdon does when he smiles is really devastatingly charming to me

[velmalav]

Patrick ball freaking out about that YouTube video on Instagram is SENDING ME

[velmalav]

Very happy everyone’s been enjoying my fics, hopefully get time tomorrow or Friday to finish the one I’ve been working on :-)

[kingofthepitt]

Langdon and his turning around thing he does when he's excited

[asfearlessasamango]

"You just stand there and look pretty, ER Ken"

[patrick-stewart]

#🤨😶🤷‍♂️ THE PITT | 1.04