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Patrick Ball photographed by Tiffany Slagle for CTGLA during rehearsals for Hamlet.

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Sneak peak for the Mel/Abbot fic:

Jack didn’t notice her, not really; knows he hadn’t thought much of her excitement in joining them in the E.D when she had shown up for her first morning shift. Knows he had made a sharp crack about her getting nothing from this job but suicidal tendencies that Robby had tried to sooth the rough edges off. Remembers being surprised when she fought to be able to donate blood and ended up getting Dana to prod any who can to donate during the insanity that Pittfest turned into. He remembers he had been impressed even as he worked on patients at how far she was willing to go to save the life of a patient. Then there was no more time to notice anything but take action after action to save as many people as he could.

He didn’t notice her, not really - noticed bits and pieces of her but didn’t truly start to notice her till some days into the aftermath of that hellish day. Started to notice how she flits about the E.R, zip fast yet bright, during those hectic moments during hand off between day shift and night. Noticed that she spoke stutteringly but assured in a way that was quiet; nearly unintrusive. How oddly warm she is as he overhears her comforting patients as she goes from room to room, awkward at first but still warm. It reminds him of Mohan, who is similarly warm but there’s an edge to hers like she’s desperate for something. King, on the other hand, has the warmth of a steady flame. He notices how steady her hands are that they barely ever shake during whatever procedure she's performing, steady and smooth in their movements. Even as her voice goes a little high and anxious, her hands never tremble.

It's fascinating, the dichotomy of being seemingly held in balance in one person.

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newbie vamp victoria who confuses her love with shen for bloodlust and avoids him for fear of killing him. and shen's just like: drink from me! live with me! love me!

and maybe even turn me.

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just hit twenty fics on the victoria javadi/john shen tag on ao3! and the twentieth fic is by the wonderful indolic, writer of lol, chill. that makes the fourth new fic today! shenvadi is making their rounds!

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First look at Robby and Dr. Shen

Season two has officially started filming

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debating on changing my writing font from arial, size eleven to EB Garamond, size twelve.

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i love making all my favorite over-hated and misunderstood and socially awkward teenage girls in film vampires. giving them all the caroline forbes-treatment makes my day.

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cannot stress this enough!!

Everyone should read this btw

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discovered the shavadi ship name. new victoria/john content unlocked!

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reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

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hi so. respectfully, im gonna need a fic of this if you can 🙏 https://www.tumblr.com/francislangdon/785462354950422528/hello-power-of-attorney-anon-here-another

consider this a continuation of hitting every red light;

Langdon has been complaining about the bed in his room at the rehab facility. He texts Mel about it in the afternoon, after therapy, when they’re allowed their phones for an hour during lunch.

it’s like the shitty dorm bed i had in undergrad

don’t they know i have a bad back smh

Mel has to say, he’s not entirely wrong. The bed has sheets but she can still hear the plastic crinkle of the mattress with every movement. She feels like she’s laying on cardboard, too hard to be comfortable, but somehow not particularly supportive either. It’s definitely not as good as the memory foam mattress she has at home, with her pillows and weighted blanket.

Her arm braces against the headboard and Langdon groans, hips bucking as he uses the leverage to thrust inside her. Mel’s thighs twitch, bracketed around him, urging him deeper. She uses her other hand to pull his head down for a kiss, muffling the noises he’s making.

It feels amazing, the wet glide of his cock spreading her open and hitting the right spots with every thrust. Langdon reaches his hand down and circles her clit, making her gasp in pleasure as the sensation thrums down her body.

The bed is terrible. Mel does prefer it to the driver’s seat of his car, though. She doesn’t have to worry about accidentally bumping the horn, or someone spotting them through fogged windows.

“Yeah, fucking take it, sweetheart,” he grunts. “Been dreaming about this all week.”

She arches her back, falling into it as he thrusts harder. Langdon nips at her neck, biting pink marks into the exposed skin.

It builds in her quick, his hurried movements and rough thrusts taking her to the brink. Their lovemaking is always rushed— that first night in his car, then two days later in the backseat, then once in a park near her house before he tells her he’s going to inpatient rehab for two months.

The first two weeks, they had supervised visits in the family room of his rehab facility. The first one was the worst. He had the shakes, red rimmed eyes, a remorseful downturn to his mouth.

“I know my actions were…inappropriate. I understand if I made you uncomfortable—“

“Frank,” she interrupts, “I wouldn’t have come if you made me uncomfortable.” Mel habitually locks her hands together. “I want to see you get better.”

He looks at her with wide eyes. “I’ll get better. I’ll get clean for you, baby, I promise.”

It’s not exactly healthy, Mel thinks. He shouldn’t be getting clean for anyone but himself. But she knows he’s putting the work in, desperate to be able to come back to the Pitt more than anything else.

It’s nearly romantic, she decides, that he would say that. Although she’s proven to lose her mind a little around Langdon, as evidenced by her the two pairs of panties that she’s lost to the backseat of his car.

After two visits, they let her go with him to the gardens out back or to his room for the allotted hour of visitation.

For the past three weeks, Mel has been visiting Langdon on Tuesdays and each time he fucks her hard into the mattress that he hates.

Mel cries out as he hits her cervix. The thumb on her clit gets more insistent until she’s coming apart, melting underneath him.

“Perfect,” he drawls, “Perfect fucking cunt.”

She breathes heavy, the stretch of him inside her suddenly so sensitive.

“I’m close,” Langdon mumbles, brows pinched together in pleasure.

“Go ahead,” she insists, “I want to feel it.”

“You know I can’t say no to you, baby.”

He ruts into her a few more times, losing his rhythm as he chases his high. Mel feels it when he goes still, a deep groan escaping his mouth before she feels the fullness of his seed spilling inside her.

He collapses on top of her. She runs a hand lazily down his spine, counting his thoracic vertebrae. “You need to eat more. You’re losing weight.”

An unhappy groan leaves him. “Withdrawal is a bitch. I miss cooking.”

“Really?” Mel hates cooking. She’s a passable cook, but certainly not good at it.

He rolls over, but there’s not much space in the twin bed, so they’re still smushed together, he’s just facing her now. “Yeah. Getting my meals at scheduled hours from the cafeteria makes me feel like a prisoner. I guess there’s a lot of things about normal life that I miss.“

She sits up slowly and starts pulling her clothes on. Their hour is almost up, and she would prefer for the nurse not to find them half naked. She’s not sure if they’re strictly allowed to have sex during visitation.

“You’ll be done in three weeks,” Mel counts. She looks at him seriously. “I’m really proud of you.”

Langdon smiles softly and shakes his head.

He gives her a sweet kiss, both hands on her cheeks. “Bye, Mel.”

She smiles, leaning into the kiss on her tip toes before coming back down. “Bye, Frank.”

She makes her way to the lobby to check out with a slight limp. She readjusts the strap of her bag. There might be a bite mark on her neck. The nurse at the desk smiles knowingly as she signs her name out of the log.

“See you next week, Mrs. Langdon,” a passing aide calls out to her.

Mel doesn’t correct them.

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no new shenvadi fics = another disappointing day

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shenvadi has captivated me… unchillest girl in the world needs chillest guy in the world dick…

i’m rolling around a fic idea in my head in which javadi volunteers for a shift on christmas day out of a weird sort of rebellion (she knows that she could definitely let her mom help her get out of this shift but actively chooses it instead)

of course shen is there because he does not gaf. strangely sexually charged holiday spirit ensues.

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the pitt, melabbot, casual relationship

- title: existential crisis

- mel had her existential crisis young. struggling between medical bills, devastating grief, and becoming her sister's caretaker. who better to help dr. abbot through his.

(this is a rough idea. nowhere near fleshed out enough to write but it's a start.)

Pls pls don't make me have to be the one to write the messy Jack Abbot/Mel King fic, pls I have too much on my plate but holy fuck do I need/want it. I know they barely interact but for some reason this thought has gripped me.

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me: rereading my favorite shenvadi fic (crackerjack by something different) for the fourth time. i finish the fic and check the victoria javadi/john shen tag.

AO3: 10 Works in Victoria Javadi/John Shen

me: OH MY GOD THERE'S TWO NEW FICS.

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yes, for the love of god, yes. make shenvadi canon!

been so obsessed with shenvadi 2day

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more shenvadi (victoria javadi/john shen) fics please! eight isn't enough; i need hundreds!

some recs:

crackerjack by somethingdifferent: fucking delicious. never wanted to round some bases more in life. not to mention the title, it's so...i don't know the word. all i know is, people eat crackerjacks at baseball games; baseball has four bases; and the summary says, "javadi rounds the bases." it's just...mwah! i love shit like that. (this is part two in a two-part series btw. first part is just as wonderful.)

lol, chill by indolic: baby... unbelievable. shen saying he's going to hell. victoria not knowing he asked her on a date. ugh, i need more!

66% success rate by nojbosdnjaos: marshmallow fluff at its finest. as a person with multiple family members who have diabetes, i will feast on this despite the risks.

i didn't even mean to discover them. i just opened the pitt tag and was blessed. shenvadi is second only to langdonmel/melfrank/kingdon (seriously, what is the main name?) in my mind. yeah, i'm that into these two after 8 fics.

thinking about writing my own with a newbie vampire victoria. i'm trying to think of another plot but i'm really into vampires right now.