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amelia shepherd & kai bartley » S18E12 » the makings of you

#this episode is making me lose my mind #grey's anatomy #kaimelia #amelia shepherd #kai bartley

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punksarahreese · 7 months

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ROBIN BUCKLEY + patches

STRANGER THINGS | 4.03 Chapter Three: The Monster and the Superhero

#stranger things #robin buckley

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ROBIN BUCKLEY in STRANGER THINGS 4.07 | Chapter Seven: The Massacre at Hawkins Lab

#beloved girl… baby #stranger things #robin buckley

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punksarahreese · 7 months

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“You’re a bad liar, did you know?” for reesker in bloodletting au?

“You haven’t visited me in days,” Ava’s words were not accusatory, merely a statement of facts. She held no grudge, if the way her arms tightened protectively around the human’s body was any indication. Sarah’s posture stiffened at first, yet then she remembered where she was, who she was with, and relaxed into the comforting smell of lilacs.

“I have been busy,” Sarah said quickly, not wanting Ava to think she had been avoiding her. She hadn’t been, she reasoned with herself. On the contrary, all she had ever wanted was to retreat to the beautiful ivy covered mansion that her favourite vampire called home. She couldn’t bring herself to, not for days, but that was beside the point.

Ava had known she was there before she even climbed the final hill towards the house. This time it had not been because her daughter was eavesdropping, hopping through trees like she thought she was a squirrel, rather just instinct of her own. That’s why she had met Sarah on the front porch, still clad in a long and far too formal gown for the middle of the woods in Chicago.

“You are a bad liar, did you know?”

Sarah shrugged, hiding her face in Ava’s shoulder. The red satin she wore was cool against her skin, easing the burning of her cheeks as the vampire so obviously read her like a book.

“My cherished one,” Ava continued as she led them to sit on the porch swing, “Where are you been? Not literally, of course; I know you haven’t left the cottage.”

Sarah almost laughed a little at her words, the way the vampire made herself clear to ensure she knew exactly what she meant. She sighed a little as she settled down on the rough cushion of the swing, surrendering to the promise of comfort as she leaned back into Ava’s cold frame.

“The Unseelie,” she murmured after some time, “That cat.”

“Damned mongrel,” Ava cursed, “What has he done now?”

“Still watching me, all the time. Since you told me he was Fae I figured he would lose the act but… he still lurks in his cat form. His eyes, Ava, he is so unnerving.”

“He won’t hurt you,” she promised, “He wouldn’t dare. Not on Seelie land and certainly not on my land.”

Sarah paused, eyes darting around as if looking for the creature in question. April had said his name is Crockett, an Unseelie Fae from New Orleans. Her brother had befriended him early on but the rest of the forest residents hadn’t been so welcoming. He brought a promise of chaos, being a lone Fae of another court, and his demeanour did not convince otherwise. The way he watched Sarah had seemed almost primal, stalking her as if she might attack him at any moment.

“He’s not here,” Ava promised, “He won’t come too close to my grounds. He may be brash but he’s not stupid. If you are afraid of him hurting you, beloved, I can have a word with the devil.”

“What if… what if my dad has sent him.”

“Oh, Sarah. I promise he has not. The Unseelie, while not bound by human or fae morals, do not answer to anyone. Crockett is merely being a pest, he will not hurt you.”

“You promise?”

It broke Ava’s heart, hearing the fear in her human’s voice. That’s what made her pull Sarah closer, using a bit of her inhuman strength to ensure the woman felt secure. She pressed a kiss to Sarah’s temple before speaking, “I promise, as long as I live your father will never lay a hand on you. If he even steps foot in our forest I will deal with him myself. As for that Fae, he is nothing more than a nuisance.”

“Okay…”

“You are safe, my cherished one,” Ava spoke the words like a vow as she repeated herself, “As long as I live.”

#they deserved more notes 🔪#q: hiatus

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punksarahreese · 7 months

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The Mentalist finale + September by Earth, Wine & Fire

#the mentalist

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punksarahreese · 7 months

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“You don’t get to call me that.” for estrangement omggg

Heat of the Moment

Estrangement | Exes!AU

Ship: Reesker

CW: accusations of abuse

WC: 1076

They had been yelling for a while, to the point where Sarah expected someone from PD to come banging on the door about a noise complaint. Ava had backed herself into the wall beside her fishtank, mirroring Sarah’s closed off body language that urged her to stay back. Startled eyes tracked her every movement, noting every shift and step the other woman took.

She wasn’t sure how this argument started, just like everyone before it. Sarah had let herself in with a huff, tossing her keys onto the coffee table and not bothering to pick them up when they slipped onto the pristine grey carpet. That’s where her eyes stayed frozen as she looked for words, searching for a way to convey what she wanted.

“You keep me isolated,” Ava’s whisper was barely audible, “When was the last time I went out with friends? The last time I met up with you and your friends? I don’t have anyone but you in Chicago, Sarah, and part of me wonders if you wanted to keep it that way!”

“Don’t you dare say that,” Sarah spat, “Your inability to make friends is not my fault at all.”

“Right, so the way no one ever thinks to acknowledge me when they invite you out right in front of me, that’s all coincidence?’

Sarah scoffed, “Well I think your totally approachable personality could be to blame, Ava.”

“I have a personality disorder, Sarah!” Ava’s tone matched hers as she uncrossed her arms, visibly shaking. She was looking at her girlfriend in disbelief, wondering where on earth the understanding, loving woman she knew went in all of this.

“That doesn’t excuse anything.”

“I never said it did. It’s an explanation, Sarah, not an excuse. You know how hard I have worked to be better socially, you know I’m trying. You of all people would know…”

Sarah ignored the way she blinked rapidly, if she did she might lose her courage. If she acknowledged the hurt in her girlfriend’s watery eyes, she might drop the subject and then the cycle would begin anew. Love and care turning to small conflicts and then even bigger meltdowns. It wouldn’t change, it wouldn’t stop; not unless Sarah fought back.

“They’ve noticed.”

“What?”

Sarah never once met her gaze, “At the hospital, they talk. They talk about how you act and how unfeeling you are. They wonder if you care about anyone but yourself. Your fights with Connor, your involvement with his dad. People have been talking for months.”

“I never did anything with Cornelius-”

“I’m not finished,” she said firmly, “They’ve talked to me, Ava. They ask if everything is okay at home. We say we’re dating but they never see us outside of work, not together. Some of the nurses ask if I’m okay, if there’s something wrong in our relationship.”

“I didn’t think anything was wrong… We just don’t do PDA, we aren’t those people. Sarah you know I never did anything with Connor’s dad and my relationship with Connor was a mutual issue. I’m not unfeeling, you know better than anyone that I feel too much. It’s why I have to depersonalize at work, otherwise I will break down.”

“Ava, I have been researching,” Sarah sighed, “Cluster B disorders… I think you were misdiagnosed.”

“Sarah Reese, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t you dare say it.”

Unruly curls bounced as she shook her head rapidly, mind racing too much to listen for the hurt in Ava’s voice. She had poured over countless journals and information for months, asking every psychiatrist she knew for information. Her notebook was littered with notes, messy beyond legibility for anyone else, all citing experiences she had recalled. Sarah had even reached out to her mom, something she never did anymore, asking for stories about her dad. She recited every observed behaviour and memory she had about the two of them, Ava and her dad, long enough that a connection bloomed in her mind.

“Your behaviour is concerning,” she started, “I can’t ignore it anymore, Ava. I wonder if you feel anything, really, because it doesn’t seem like it sometimes. I don’t want to believe you’re lying to me but that's all I can think now. Is all of it made up, do you really love me?”

“Sarah, I care about you so-”

Can you really love me? I think I have a habit of finding people who remind me of the man I grew up without… I begin to wonder if the pattern has any substance. The way you act, some of the things you’ve said, it doesn’t add up. I don’t think you’re borderline, Ava, I think you have ASPD.”

“Sarah,” tears had started tracking down Ava’s cheeks as the pain bubbled in her chest, “Don’t say that. You can’t diagnose me. I have trauma, I have all the markers of BPD and OCD. I was diagnosed after the last incident in my twenties, you know that; you read my notes. What are you even saying?”

“I’m saying people are asking if you abuse me emotionally,” Sarah’s voice was unlike she had ever heard before, cold and ripping at her heart like daggers, “My mind keeps comparing you to my dad and it all makes sense now. I’m saying I am starting to believe what they said may be true. I think maybe I flock to abusers with pretty words and lies-”

“No!” Ava’s scream rang through her apartment, punctuated by a thud as she backed into the wall again. Tears were freefalling down her face and leaving clumps of mascara behind, highlighting the agony she felt as she was staring at the woman she loved. Her hands shook violently as she tried to channel everything she felt into a feasible emotion, feeling like everything would bubble up until it exploded.

“You- you don’t get to call me that! After everything… How fucking dare you, Sarah? A-after I tried so hard, for years, to not become like the people who hurt me. You can call me a lot of things but psychopath? Abuser? I would never hurt you, and certainly not like this.”

“Ava, the research shows-”

“Out!” she screeched and scrambled to grab Sarah’s keys off the carpet, tossing them towards the door to make distance between them. She backed up again, arms crossed tightly around her body, “Get out, Sarah.”

#hey. read this :)#do I miss writing or do I miss validation

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punksarahreese · 8 months

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