#Amnesia fic

[certifiedbisexualdisaster]

Hey so what if amnesia fic but Buck forgot Bobby died

[ineffableclassics]

This story continues where the second season ends.

In the quiet heart of Soho, amidst the timeless rhythm of London streets, lived an angel that despite the celestial nature of his being, carried his life as a human. Mr. Azira Fell had forgotten he was an angel. His real name, his past, his angelical memories—all was wiped clean.

In the bustling heart of Mayfair, amidst the eternal chaos of London's streets, resided a demon who, despite his infernal origins, embraced life as a mere mortal. Mr. Anthony J. Crowley had forgotten he was a demon. His true name, his dark past, his infernal memories—all had been erased from his consciousness.

Words: 269,857

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

@revenessa

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50179945/chapters/126730423

[leashybebes]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard ❤️❤️ here's a first taste of a post-makeup amnesia fic that i'm reluctantly adding to the wip pile, because i have no self-control whatsoever apparently.

Buck feels like he's slipped and fallen into a parallel dimension. Because it's not Bobby, or Eddie, or even Maddie and he's having weird sensory stuff that makes her hand feel extra large on his own. 

It's Tommy. 

In the seat next to Buck's hospital bed, chin dropped down towards his chest, snoring quietly.

Buck must make a noise, or move, or something, because in the space of a heartbeat Tommy's eyes are open and fixed on him.

"You're awake," he says, and his voice shows nothing but relief.

"Looks that way," Buck manages.

"Thank god," Tommy says, shooting Buck his most handsome smile, squeezing his hand. "I'm so happy to see you."

And some part of Buck is undeniably happy to see him too, but another, larger part of him is deeply, hugely pissed off. Really? It takes hospitalization for Tommy to show up? Buck thought he'd left hurting himself for attention behind years ago, but apparently not. Apparently all unaware, it's still the only way he can get the man he - the only way he can get Tommy to look at him.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, pulling his hand out from under Tommy's and folding his arms across his chest.

Tommy's smile falters a little. "Where else would I be?"

Buck shrugs, shifts his jaw. He is not going to cry.

"How would I know?"

"Evan - "

That's it. That's the line.

"I want Maddie. Or Eddie."

Tommy looks confused now. Concerned.

"Honey…Eddie's in Texas, remember? He's been calling me like five times a day, though."

"What are you talking about?"

"I - let me get a doctor, okay?" Tommy stands, looks he wants to reach for Buck. Doesn't.

i have no idea who's working on what right now, but we are in a primo fic era apparently, so if you have something to share, consider yourself tagged!

[into-fiction]

just something that's been rattling around in my brain:

In a world where Fiyero never makes it to Shiz, he arrives at the Emerald City as a brainless prince roped into being the political boyfriend of Glinda the Good, Oz’s most darling public figure. At first, he thinks this is a pretty good gig, but there’s a level of mystery surrounding Glinda that gets darker and darker the more he learns. 

Like the fact that the Animals of Oz’s underground railroad keep trying to talk to her. 

Like the fact that the Wicked Witch of the West appears to be following her. 

Like the fact that she doesn’t remember anything from before four months ago, except a single name.

Elphie. 

(drabble below)

“Wait!” Fiyero cries, arm outstretched as though he can keep the witch from leaving. “Please,” he whispers. Desperate. Begging. “C-can you tell me why?”

Elphaba’s eyes narrow, her lips thin. “You don’t know?”

Fiyero shakes his head. 

Elphaba’s gaze skirts over him, appraising. “What do you think happened?” she asks, taking Fiyero aback. He swallows hard, collecting his thoughts. 

“I think they…I think they did something to her,” he confesses. His voice is barely more than a whisper, his palms clammy with sweat as his skin prickles with fear of being caught saying something so treasonous. But-

He’s had his suspicions for months now. 

Elphaba turns properly toward him, nodding sharply. “But do you know why?” she pushes. 

“I--” Fiyero breaks off, mind whirling. Why? Why would the Gale Force, the Wizard, whoever- why would they want Glinda to have amnesia? 

“No. I don’t.”

Elphaba tilts her head, gaze calculating. “Do you know who Madame Morrible is?” she asks, throwing Fiyero a little.

“The Press Secretary? I- yeah, I do. She’s close with Glinda, why?”

Something furious and wild flares in Elphaba’s emerald eyes, so much so Fiyero has to resist the urge to step back or reach for his hip. “You’re saying she had something to do with it,” he says. It’s not a question, but Elphaba nods anyway. 

“You catch on quick.”

Fiyero gulps. “She- she’s unsettling,” he responds. “Glinda spends a lot of time with her, but she’s rattled after. Won’t talk to me. Her meetings with Morrible or the Wizard are the only times I’m not allowed in the room.”

That, more than anything, had been the biggest red flag. But Elphaba still hasn’t answered his question. 

“What did Morrible do? Why is Glinda like this?”

Elphaba stares, silence stretching until Fiyero shifts on his feet, uncomfortable. Only then does she speak. “You really haven’t figured it out yet?”

A breeze stirs, swirling around the edges of Elphaba’s black cloak. Her chin tilts up, the wide brim of her hat casting sharp shadows over her face. “She’s like this because of me.” 

Fiyero feels the air get sucked out of him. “You?”

Elphaba nods, but this time it is rigid, stiff. Mechanic. She looks at him like she’s waiting for him to put the pieces together. 

“Because I wouldn’t conform.”

Fiyero’s head is spinning. He’s got all these pieces and he knows they fit together somehow if he just thinks. He’s never been known for his brain, but right now it’s working overtime. Morrible. The Wizard. The Wicked Witch. Glinda the Good. 

What? What is it? What is he missing? 

The answer comes slamming into him with the force of a bullet train. Or- maybe just a bullet. It pierces through his heart, ripping at the vulnerable core of him. “She’s a hostage,” he breathes, soft and horrified. 

Elphaba’s smile is the saddest he’s ever seen. “She’s leverage,” the witch explains. “Because Morrible knows I would never let her get hurt.”

Fiyero curls his fingers into fists, throat tight. “Because you love her,” he chokes out. “Don’t you?”

Elphaba’s shoulders slump, something almost like grief ghosting across her face. “You do, too,” she says instead of answering. “I can tell.”

Fiyero stammers, shaking his head. “I-it’s not like that,” he protests immediately. “It’s just a job.”

But Elphaba’s eyes are all too knowing. “No it’s not,” she states calmly. “Glinda is…she’s sunshine. She’s warm and she’s beautiful and she brightens your day. She’s so easy to love.”

The way she says it, soft and fond, tears at Fiyero’s chest, making his heart clench as he takes in her worn appearance. “It’s- it’s not like that,” he says again. Because it isn’t. Fiyero cares for Glinda, more than he probably should, but after just a few minutes of talking to her, he knows, intimately-

He doesn’t love her like Elphaba does.

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday 📚

Tagged by the wonderful @perfectlysunny02 & @desert--moonchild

Lil extra from my BuckTommy amnesia fic (other tease is here)

Edit: first chapter is out 🫶🏻

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Buck had never felt relief quite like when Tommy finally opened his eyes again.

Two days had been far too long. The plastic chair by the side of Tommy‘s bed had carved lines along the outside of his thighs, his back protesting the near constant hunch so that Buck could rest his head on the edge of the bed. He had to be close, close enough to feel the warmth of Tommy’s body, close enough to press a gentle kiss to the hand he hadn’t let go of for almost 48 hours.

When he opened his eyes again it felt like the sun had finally come up after a long night.

“H-hey you.” Buck squeezed his hand softly,

Tommy opened his mouth but didn’t speak, brows furrowed as he shifts on the bed.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? I can get the nurse, she said they were giving you some painkillers anyway but I could-“

He falters midway as he feels Tommy move his hand, the one Buck had been holding onto like a lifeline, away from him. Buck frowns, brain immediately admonishing him for holding it too tightly, he was probably squeezing too hard. He looks up at Tommy and opens his mouth to apologise but stops dead at the look on Tommy’s face.

Confusion, distrust, fear.

“Who are you?”

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[destieltaggedfic]

Hey can you recommend anything where Dean has amnesia and is like supper flirty with Cas

Ahhh yes. Dean having no memories, seeing Cas and thinking, 'well I wouldn't mind a piece of that'

Eyes Like Sapphires - sterekdestiel21   Ao3

Set S12.  To keep Dean under watch while sorting out his memory issue, Sam calls Cas and when they are by themselves Dean is open in his appreciation of the angel.

Word Count: 5k                                 No Sex

Amnesia is a Pretty Good Wingman – mikhuri   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Dean gets knocked on the head during a hunt and loses his memory.  He projects his thoughts about how he hopes the gorgeous guy with blue eyes is his boyfriend which Cas hears.

Word Count: 2k                                 No Sex

so you "love" me – prosopopeya   Ao3

Set S12.  It seems like his hang-ups as well as his memories have temporarily abandoned Dean in Regarding Dean and he doesn’t understand why he and Cas can’t make out.

Word Count: 2k                                 No Sex

If Suddenly I Should Forget You – mouthydark   Ao3

Nonspecific Timeframe.  After a one night stand with a witch gone wrong, Dean wakes up with no memory and goes missing for a month while Sam and Cas look for him.  When Cas finds “John” in a bar he inadvertently gets picked up while trying to keep an eye on Dean so they can get his memory back. (deleted @ May 2023 – Waybackmachine link)

Word Count: 14k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

The Way We Were  - Background_Foxe   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  An investigation into an insular community who’s members disappear more often than they should gets more complicated when Dean loses his memories and doesn’t realise his marriage to Cas is fake.

Word Count: 30k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Some Amnesia Mpreg for @ladyeyrewrites !

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Without opening his eyes, Buck knew exactly where he was. Hospital. Again. He sighed heavily, then slowly lifted his eyelids, immediately wincing at how much his head hurt.

"Buck?" Maddie's voice was gentle but worried. "How are you feeling? I can send the nurse in."

"What happened?" he mumbled, groggy.

"Well," Maddie said with forced lightness, trying to keep things casual, "as far as we can tell, you were mopping the station floor for about the seventh time when you slipped and fell. But don't worry - you and Baby Kinard are both just fine."

[c4t1l1n4]

This Page Has Been Intentionally Left Blank

He was right, a small part of his mind crows discordantly; they really did just miss the him who died. That love, the gentle touches and soft reassurance, wasn’t for him. Jason Todd of today doesn’t get that. He can’t bear to watch their faces change, the disappointment develop in their eyes when he tells them he’s back to normal.

But something deep down inside him, tinged in green says… What if?

OR, Jason gets hit with a spell that causes a short bout of amnesia that puts his mind back to when he was Robin. But when he regains his memories, he finds he doesn't want to give up his loving family. Certainly, there's no harm in pretending a little longer...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64046719

Inspired by a prompt by @ghost-bxrd

[ineffableclassics]

Crawly wakes up in a place he doesn't recognize. The last thing he remembers is being ordered to "make some trouble" up on Earth. Someone has dressed him in ridiculously tight clothes and cut off all his hair, and now there's an angel calling him by a different name and being nicer to him than anyone ever has.

Clearly, there's been some catastrophic misunderstanding.

Words: 33,229

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen And Up

By @cyan-kelpie

Art Credit: Interior In Yellow by Grace Cossington Smith

Listen Here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61976722

[leashybebes]

wip wednesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard 🥰

more post-makeup amnesia fic. *slaps the roof of tommy kinard* you can fit so much guilt and shame in this bad boy

Maddie and Howie arrive with the kids in tow. Jee Yun runs over to give Tommy the same little high five-fist bump-punch to the palm routine she always does, and Tommy feels himself smile for the first time since Evan woke up and asked what he was doing there.

"Sweetheart," Maddie says. "Do you want to go see Uncle Buck with Daddy and Kevin? I need to talk to Uncle Tommy."

Tommy looks at her, a little alarmed. "Is that the best idea?"

Maddie shrugs. "No better way to show him what month it is than a whole new person who was just a - " she glances at Jee Yun and remembers herself. "Just a little bean in Mommy's tummy the last he remembers."

"I guess," Tommy says, a little doubtful.

Howie gets a finger hooked into the back of Jee's collar, shifts Kevin higher on his hip and expertly guides his little family towards Evan's door, sparing a second for a sympathetic glance at Tommy.

Maddie watches them go with a little smile, then sighs and sits down next to Tommy.

"What are you doing out here?"

"As far as he's concerned, I broke his heart last month. He won't even look at me, Maddie. Me being there is not keeping him calm."

Maddie purses her lips, glances at him from the corner of her eye. "Are you going to run?"

Tommy bites his tongue. Reminds himself that she's Evan's sister, and like she's told him, she's a runner herself. She has a right to ask.

"No," he says.

"Good. Let me go talk to him."

Right on cue, Howie pokes his head out of the door. Tommy can hear Jee chattering and Evan - thank god - laughing.

"Mads?"

"Got it," Maddie says, and she briefly squeezes Tommy's shoulder as she goes, trading places with Howie, apparently concerned about visitor limits in a way no one connected with Evan or the 118 usually is. Tommy's aware that he's being managed, and is pathetically grateful.

"Here," Howie says, transferring Kevin into Tommy's arms before he has a chance to object. Not that he would, really. Tommy loves babies. Likes kids, but loves babies. But he can see it for what it is - you can't be tense while you hold a baby, not if you don't want them to pick up on it and become absolutely miserable in a split second.

"Low blow, Han," Tommy says, spreading his hand across Kevin's back and breathing slowly.

"Whatever works, man. How you holding up?"

"Uh. Kind of want to walk into traffic, honestly."

"Fair. This is one goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation."

Tommy gives Howie a narrow-eyed look. "That feels homophobic."

Howie laughs and knocks their shoulders together.

"When did you last eat something?"

"I don't know," Tommy admits.

"Alright. Leave Kev with a nurse if you decide to go hiking on the freeway, I'll be right back."

"Jesus, Howie."

With the baby in his arms, Tommy can't duck his head to avoid the way Howie ruffles his hair so he just rolls his eyes, resettles in his seat and waits.

no pressure tags for @rcmclachlan, @apollabarnes, @ambernotember and @jamieroyjamieroy

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WIP Wednesday

Helllloooooo, I know I have been terrible at keeping up with all the tags from all my lovelies ( @bidisasterevankinard @theotherbuckley @typicalopposite @perfectlysunny02 ) , so here is a snippet from the next part of Forget Me Not - I promise I’m still working on it, the break up just took all my writing motivation and threw it in the canal

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“You’re not sleeping”

Tommy looks over at him from his seat on the sofa. Buck crosses the room and hands him a steaming mug, sitting down next to him, mindful of the space he leaves between them.

Tommy shrugs, rubs his hand across the back of his neck “I just feel a bit restless, like I can’t quite settle.”

Buck lets out a sound of frustration, irritation crosses over his face as he jumps up.

“Sorry I should have…” he stops at the sight of Tommy, immediately drawn in on himself, the grip on his mug noticeably tighter. Buck squeezes his eyes shut and chastises himself, they had worked really hard on this, but the lesson that Tommy is safe with him doesn’t seem to have been one of the feelings that stuck around. Buck chewed on his lower lip and tried not to think about that too much. He did drop down to his knees, one hand balancing him against the sofa, close to Tommy’s thigh. “Sorry, that wasn’t at you. I just remembered something I should have given you when you came home. I just forgot because normally I’m with you…” he takes a deep breath. “Normally I’m with you at night when you need it.”

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[traumadumpwriter]

Memory Games - 6

A dark Maze Runner romance between a very damaged girl and our soft boy Newt. With trigger warnings for self harm, abuse, assault, PTSD, mentions of suicide and general violence. Also written in the style of multiple POVs.

"All that was clear was that they were all boys - all of them - and it filled me with even more dread, instinctually defensive and fearful of the opposite sex. Even if I couldn't remember anything specific about where I'd come from, I knew that men were dangerous."

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Chapter Six

*Angel’s POV*

My dreams were pleasant for the first time since I'd arrived in the Glade. No confusing visions of sterile rooms, vacant deserts and distressed shouting. Instead, it was Newt's grinning face and a field of green that complimented my slumber. I couldn't remember the specifics of the dream, other than his voice gently saying "My beautiful angel" and as I thought of it it made my stomach flutter.

I was surprised when I woke up to hear noise outside, my last two mornings being relatively silent and calm, and when I looked up and saw the sun beaming through the window, I realised that I must've slept in late.

"Shit. No slacking. I better get up." I thought, jumping out of bed and to the window, seeing the movement of many boys outside. It was then that I heard a knock at the door, followed by a deep voice saying "Wake up Greenie. You're with the track-hoes today."

I recognised it as Alby's voice, although we'd hardly spoken, and I was slightly confused as to why he was the one greeting me and not Newt. That confusion was quickly squashed by excitement though as I remembered that Newt was a track-hoe, meaning I'd be spending the day with him.

"Sorry. One second." I called through the door, pulling on a shirt and brushing my fingers through my hair before opening it.

"Morning." I smiled and Alby smiled back, a real one unlike the one of false comfort he'd given me before.

"Morning Greenie. Can I stop calling you that yet?"

I thought for a moment before giving my answer. I still hadn't remembered my name, and I had a horrible feeling that it wouldn't ever come, and so in a split second I decided to keep the name that Newt had gave me. I wasn't sure if it really suited me, especially given I was the only one who knew about the marks under my clothes, but the way it made me feel was nice - soothing even. And I trusted Newt's judgment for some reason, really trusted it.

"Yeah.. my name is Angel." I answered and he nodded.

"Well it's a nice name.. suits you." He smiled, and then his tone went more serious. "Jackson is coming out of the pit today. I doubt he- or anyone for that matter- will try to harm or bother you again, but just to be safe I'm going to ask that you avoid being alone for the time being. I, or Newt, or any other trustworthy Glader of your choosing will be around to escort you from place to place. Is that okay?"

I felt a pang of anxiety at his words, thinking back on Jackson's harsh touch and predatory gaze, but nodded confidently. I didn't like the idea of being 'escorted' everywhere, especially by two people who were seemingly so busy already, but I wasn't going to disagree.

"Yeah, that's fine. Sorry for being such an inconvenience." I said to which he shook his head with a smile.

"Nonsense Angel, you're no inconvenience. I'm sorry that it has to be this way. I promise that most of the lads here have no problem following the rules, there are just a few to look out for."

He then lead me downstairs to the kitchen, where the line was now pretty short as it seemed most Gladers had started their day at work. Frypan was hurriedly pouring soup into the bowls being handed to him before sending each boy off, his voice scolding despite his face bearing its usual grin.

"What you doing up so late Greenie, I thought you were an early bird." He teased at me, taking my bowl from my hands.

"I thought I was too. Maybe I'm not." I smiled back, taking my bowl back from him once it was filled and then waiting for Alby.

"Thank you, Frypan." He smiled sincerely and the shorter boy saluted, earning a chuckle from the leader. "Greenie's got a name now by the way, it's Angel."

"Well why didn't you say? Suits you good. I'll see you later, Angel."

"See you later." I smiled, secretly chuffed by both his and Alby's reaction to the name.

Maybe it does suit me.

"You know where the garden is I take it?" Alby asked and I nodded, gesturing to the large patch across the field. I could see Newt, Zart and some other boys leant over something, their faces marked with concentration.

"Yeah. You don't need to escort me there. I'll be fine." I chuckled and he nodded, waving me off.

I sipped on the soup from my bowl as I made my way over, the flavour unimpressive but edible. A few eyes turned to me and I saw a few whispers, but they seemed to be decreasing everyday and so I was relatively unbothered. I was more excited to spend the day with Newt than anything else.

"Good morning." I said as I neared the group, all the boys shooting up from their bent positions and smiling at me.

"Morning Greenie, you seem chipper." Zart smiled and I was quick to correct him "Angel. My name is Angel."

I snuck a glance at Newt and could see he was grinning, obviously happy that I'd decided to stick with the name he chose.

"Well good morning then, Angel." Zart said before adding "Nice name, suits you."

"Thank you." I beamed before bending down to be beside him and Newt "So what we doing today?"

"Well first of all, you ought to finish your breakfast, having some food in your stomach makes all the difference in this heat." Newt smiled. "Do you want a short sleeved top? Today is gonna be a sunny one."

I thought of the scars across my forearms and quickly shook my head no, although I could already feel the heat.

"No it's okay. I'll just roll my sleeves up if I get too hot." I said.

"Okay, Angel." He grinned, obviously completely unaware of my lie. "We're cutting off the dying leaves from our crops today and if we have time later we're going to plant some garlic bulbs. Sound good?"

"Sounds great." I smiled before quickly sipping down my soup.

"You really are chipper today, aren't you? Was the extra hour of sleep that good?" Newt chuckled and I nodded, thinking of my dream, unintentionally letting my cheeks go pink.

"Yeah. It was." I tried to sound nonchalant but Newt's grin gave me a feeling that he knew what I was thinking about. There was no way he could know, maybe I was just easy to read.

Around midday I could feel that my shirt was damp with sweat, and I was starting to struggle under the heat of the beaming sun, but alas I had to act fine. I was relatively fine. The company of the track-hoes had been very pleasant, much more than the awkwardness of the builders or the silence of the slicers. I had a feeling that even if Newt wasn't there, I would've enjoyed the job. But he had definitely noticed the heat affecting me, and kept offering to grab one of his vests for me to wear, which I politely refused every time.

"You're sweating buckets, Angel. Don't you even want to roll your sleeves up?" He questioned quietly, leaning close to me.

"No." I answered quickly before casually adding "I'm fine. It's not that hot."

"Well that's a lie." He eyed me with suspicion "What's up? You don't want the boys looking at you?"

"Y-Yeah. I don't want to expose any more skin than I have to, you know?" I agreed, secretly thanking him for unintentionally creating an excuse for me.

"Well they're not going to go mad over some arm skin. Here, let me help." He moved his hands towards my sleeves, his cleaner than mine, but I flinched away and his brows furrowed with concern.

"Sorry. I won't touch you." He apologised, his voice downtrodden, and although I wanted so badly to tell him he could touch me - to tell him that he'd done nothing wrong, I just sheepishly smiled.

His conversation lessened considerably after that and I started to feel a heavy guilt in my gut mixed with a spiralling anxiety in my chest. However, I acted un-phased, concentrating on trimming the leaves and making polite conversation with the other track-hoes. Arthur and Sebastian were slightly younger than Newt and Zart but clearly skilled at their job, and so I had been speaking to them a lot. Arthur had curly, brown hair, longer than mine by a couple inches and Sebastian had striking blue eyes, contrasted by his dark hair and tan skin. I decided that I liked them and I would perhaps join them for dinner one night, as they seemed to like me too.

"You're good at this. Think it's the small fingers, you know?" Sebastian had said and Arthur agreed.

"Are my fingers small?" I wondered out loud, holding my mud-caked hand up to my face.

"Compared to everyone else's? Yeah they're pretty small." Arthur chuckled. "Do you recon you'll stay on as a track-hoe?"

The idea appealed to me, but the excitement I'd had to be around Newt was now replaced with anxiety as I realised it meant I'd probably have to tell him the truth about the sleeves or just get used to working this way in the heat.

"I don't know. I like it but I want to try everything. Being a runner seems interesting." I mused and Seb scoffed.

"Being a runner is dangerous."

"Yeah and you have to be really fast." Arthur added.

"Well I don't think I'm slow. When I leapt out the box I went pretty fast, didn't I?" I questioned and they shrugged.

"We were busy weeding, chica. Didn't see any of that." Seb answered and so I looked over in Newt's direction, who was a crouched a few feet away from us.

"Newtus, do you recon I'm a fast runner?" I called over to him and he rolled his eyes with a playful smile, which I was relieved to see.

"Not really... I mean, maybe for a girl. But in general, no."

*Newt’s POV*

As Angel flinched away from my touch, I found myself mentally questioning her boundaries, confused by the way she'd decided to go by the name I'd picked, yet was seemingly uncomfortable with my touch. She hadn't flinched away from Minho last night, we're they becoming closer than I'd realised? I had to push the jealous thoughts out of my head, knowing them to be just that - jealous - and instead try to focus on my work.

It was easier to do that today than it had been yesterday. I knew she was safe in the gardens, all of the track-hoes being relatively relaxed and friendly lads, and if anything did go wrong she would just be a glance away from my eye line. This obsession was becoming unhealthy though, I knew that as soon as I'd felt the pang of rejection at her slight movement away from me. I knew it even more when the sound of her laughing with Sebastian and Arthur started to annoy me. Maybe it would be better if I distanced myself from her. After all, if Zart had picked up on my potential feelings, who knows who else could've.

Instead, I tried to keep myself focused on all of the work I needed to get done, mentally planning the weeks ahead. The grapes would hopefully be ready for harvest soon, so maybe Zart and I could make that wine. In a couple days the potatoes and mushrooms would be fully grown, so Frypan would be pleased with that. I would have some of the boys clean and prepare all of the crops to be eaten, and I would probably be busy planting more.

"Maybe Angel would stay on as a Track-hoe. Would I allocate myself to being her personal teacher? Or would I let Zart do it?" This thought broke through my scheduling and I almost groaned out loud at myself.

My pondering lasted in silence for a little while, perhaps an hour, before Angel called over to me "Newtus, do you recon I'm a fast runner?" and I automatically smiled at her use of my nickname. Then I thought of why she'd be asking that question. We're they discussing the Runners? I know that I'd pushed for her to be able to try every role, but I didn't like the idea of her running. Still, I couldn't let her know that as so far she'd shown that being told she couldn't do something just made her want to do it more.. like hanging out with Gally.

"Not really... I mean, maybe for a girl. But in general, no." I answered, finally looking up from my work and smiling at her. "Why, you wanna be a runner?"

"I don't know. Maybe." She smiled then added. "I thought I was quite fast. Maybe with some practice I'll be the fastest in here."

"Have you seen Minho run?" I raised an eyebrow and she giggled and nodded.

"Okay, maybe not the fastest. But I might not be bad."

"Maybe. I guess we'll see." I forced a chuckle, although my mind was instantly fraught with worry.

I decided I needed to speak to Alby immediately, and so I put my tools down and stood up, wiping the dirt from my trousers.

"Where you going?" Angel questioned, looking worried.

"Just gotta check something quick. I won't be long." I said, swallowing before heading towards the map room where I knew Alby would be.

When I walked in his head quickly shot up, relief flushing his face for a moment before it was replaced with concern.

"What's happened? Someone hasn't hurt Angel again have they?"

It took me back for a second to hear him saying her name. The name I'd gave her. And it gave me another item on the agenda of things to discuss with him. How she still hadn't remembered her name, and it didn't seem like she would.. yet she had known mine.

"No. Nothing like that." I answered quickly before letting out a sigh "I was just thinking... do you think we should let her try to be a runner?"

Alby looked confused at this. "Well I thought we'd agreed that she should try everything."

"Yes but.. the maze. It's a bit different isn't it? I mean not even all of the boys have tried it out, I don't feel like it's right. There's no way she'll be able to keep up with any of the runners."

"Well no one starts out as fast as Minho, do they? And she might not even want to do it, but we need to at least give her the opportunity. To show to the boys that she's just like them."

"But she's not." I thought before blurting out "And she didn't remember her name, by the way."

Alby's brows furrowed in further confusion "What do you mean? I thought it was Angel."

"No.. I uh- chose it for her. I don't think she's going to remember the one she had before here." I stammered.

Alby raised an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed by what I'd just said.

"You chose it for her? And she just accepted it?"

"She asked me to pick one! And I just went with the one that felt right."

He let out a frustrated huff before speaking again.

"So she trusts you then. That's good to know. But you're becoming far too attached to her. I don't expect you to come storming in here like that unless something has happened, and you're just worried about her trying out as a runner?"

"Yes! I'm worried about sending her into the maze alone with someone! You said it yourself, she needs to have someone trustworthy with her at all times - just incase!"

"And do you not think Minho is trustworthy? Or Ben? Or Nick for that matter? There isn't a single runner here that I wouldn't trust. I think what you're problem is is that you're jealous - and it needs to stop."

His words struck me in a spot that had me immediately defensive.

"But what if something happened? Not even with one of the lads, but something else. The maze is unpredictable and dangerous-" I started to protest until Alby cut me off.

"The Glade is unpredictable and dangerous. Now stop this and get back to work. Have Zart or Frypan escort her for the rest of the day. You need a break from this girl, I've never seen you act so erratic... except for when you nearly bloody killed yourself. I don't have to be worried about that now also, do I?"

I couldn't help but hang my head in shame at his words, silently nodding as I bit my tongue, knowing him to be right in his argument. It had been almost six months since my attempt and I still regretted it most days. I didn't know what I regretted sometimes though - the fact that I'd attempted it and permanently damaged myself as a result, or the fact that it hadn't worked. Since Angel had arrived I'd hardly thought on it, but now the guilt was overwhelming again and I found myself having to take a deep breath before speaking.

"You're right. Sorry. I'll keep some distance from her from now on."

"Well don't just ditch her if she trusts you. She could provide some valuable information. I could tell she was holding back with me. There's something strange going on at the moment. Just... be more.. objective."

"Alright. I will." I answered with certainty, although I was still feeling quite unsure.

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[typicalopposite]

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THANK YOU 3000 to the beautiful talented amazing @bidisasterevankinard for the tag :) now lets take it back to more

take me back - tommy amnesia fic - from ch 2

They release him a few hours later, and he orders an Uber to take him home— he can go get his truck later; he supposes he should take a couple days off anyway given… everything, anyway. He pushes his front door open and walks into the cold dark… empty house. Even though he hadn’t felt it in the moments between waking up in the garage and leaving for Evan's, the loneliness and heartbreak that has accumulated over the past year is felt as soon as his foot crosses the threshold. In the foyer, the framed 8x10 picture Evan took of them on his porch swing that used to be the first thing you see entering his house… is gone. 

Evan’s extra pair of running shoes are gone from the shoe rack. His Kiss The Chef apron is gone from the kitchen. His homemade almond milk is gone from the fridge. His toothbrush, and his drawers of clothes— plural because he often left his clothes and wore Tommy’s home— and his ‘your sheets suck, so I’m buying you a new set’, bed in a bag, early birthday gift is gone from his room… It is as if they never existed, just like Evan predicted. 

Except in Tommy’s head they just existed yesterday. In his head, yesterday they spent hours on the phone when they should have been resting between calls. They were making plans for what they planned to do to each other after their date. Tommy was dropping the box with the Lakers tickets off at the restaurant and making sure they were brought to the table before they arrived, so Evan wouldn’t see. Yesterday— only it was actually a year ago— Tommy was so fucking happy it sometimes overwhelmed him.  

He crawls into his bed, under the stiff sheets that smell like Tommy, and only him; he tangles himself within them and he allows himself to cry. He allows himself just this moment to grieve, to wallow, and to writhe from the sheer weight of it all until he feels like he is about to throw up… Then he allows the anger to seep in. He screams until his voice is hoarse and the wound in the back of his head is throbbing so strong a horse tranquilizer wouldn’t help him. He punches his pillow over and over until he misses a swing and catches the hard wood of the headboard. Then he reels his hand back and punches at that same spot until his knuckles bleed. 

He draws his hand up to his chest, skin broken and aching just like his heart, and finally allows himself to go numb. He lays on his side and zones out, staring at nothing until darkness creeps into his vision and he falls asleep… 

“Yesterday” he was hopeful this time just might be different. Today he knows he was wrong. 

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⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ <- some amnesia mpreg please

Continued from here!

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"I'm pregnant!" Buck's voice rose to a near-hysterical pitch as he grasped his stomach. "How...how in the hell..." His next words came out as a terrified whisper. "And who's Kinard?"

"Oh my god..." Maddie's face went pale. "You don't... oh my god," she breathed, realization dawning in her eyes.

"What's the commotion in here?" A nurse rushed into the room, alerted by their raised voices.

"You need to get a doctor right away!" Maddie said urgently.

[dreamwraith]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom - Character, Dash Baxter, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley Additional Tags: Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Diary/Journal, parasite theory, Separate Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom, Unreliable Narrator, hints of pitch pearl, Work In Progress, Dissociative Amnesia Summary:

Jazz wanted to know what had happened, but, like, I don’t remember anything. She kept asking these really weird questions like “who were you fighting” and “where is the thermos?” The fuck does a thermos have to do with anything? Why would I be fighting someone? And why at NIGHT? Her questions got really strange after that, like, she started asking about my…powers? And something about a ghost form.

Reallllly glad she waited to ask these things in my room instead in front of Mom and Dad. Questions like that could have sent them over the deep end.

Jazz got really upset. I mean, she was already upset, but she was getting REALLY upset by my confusion.

She finally asked, “What is the last thing you remember?”

And I said, “Going into Mom and Dad’s broken ghost portal.”

[rolandtowen]

She is completed!

Inspired by a post by @starthirst :

fic where Charles gets amnesia during a mission and forgets that he's not divorced anymore so when he wakes up and sees erik hovering over his bed in the infirmary he goes batshit at him and hank reluctantly has to confirm 'yes professor, erik unfortunately moved back in like two years ago,'

I made it angstier, sorry <3