#Amnesia fic

[ladyeyrewrites]

I Was Just in Peru

Chapter Four of BuckTommy Amnesia Fic is now on Ao3. Be prepared for more tears

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[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

I wish you woud write a fic where either Buck or Tommy get amnesia

This made me laugh a bit, Anon, because my friends have said I should write an amnesia fic too, but I haven't had an idea for it yet. Hopefully you like what your request inspired!

Here be the silliest amnesia ficlet ever:

"Evan. Evan!" Tommy crouched down in front of his boyfriend, carefully feeling around his head for any bumps. "Look at me, baby."

His favorite pair of baby blues fluttered open, hazily looking around until they landed on Tommy. "Wh-what happened?"

"You got a little enthusiastic during your cooking and karaoke time," Tommy said, tilting Evan's chin so he could check his pupils. "You slipped—" He still wasn't sure how he'd managed that. "And went down hard. I think you hit your head on the cupboard. Does anything hurt? How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three," Evan said, frowning as he moved to sit up. "And mostly my butt and my elbow, but I think I'm okay." He stared up at Tommy with wide eyes. "W-who are you though?"

Tommy's heart stuttered in his chest. "I'm Tommy."

"Tommy," Evan breathed out. "We—we know each other?"

"Yeah, we do," Tommy said, swallowing hard. "I'm your boyfriend. Do you—do you not remember me?" How hard had he hit his head? They had to get him to the hospital—this was bad. This was really bad.

"Boyfriend?" Evan's lips quirked up in a way that had Tommy's eyes narrowing. "I think that's ringing a bell, but—I might need a little kiss to help me remember..." He chewed on his bottom lip, barely holding back a grin as he looked at Tommy through his lowered lashes.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Tommy laughed as he sat back on his heels—relieved and exasperated in equal measure.

"What about my kiss?" Evan pouted. "How am I supposed to remember my strong, handsome boyfriend—hmpf—"

Tommy pressed forward, putting his all into the kiss, into the reminder of exactly who they were to each other. "Better?" he asked, once they'd finally pulled apart.

"Much better," Evan agreed breathlessly. His face fell into a grimace as he shifted on the floor. "My butt still hurts though."

"Come on," Tommy said, as he helped Evan to his feet. "I'll kiss that better too."

"Best boyfriend in the world," Evan laughed, leaning into him.

"And don't you forget it."

(For this ask game.)

[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!

[hyperfocusthusly]

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

[typicalopposite]

fuck it friday

Ok so technically it’s still Thursday but it’s like REALLLLY late Thursday! and @beanarie asked for 9-15 sentences of amnesia fic so to kill two birds with one stone I’m giving 15+ quite a bit more to make it a good little snippet 🫣 (also it’s a Thanksgiving scene sooo 🫶)

“Tommy!” Howie exclaims happily, leaving his arms open long enough it’s clear he’s waiting for a hug. With that big cheesy overly happy smile, who is Tommy to deny an old friend. He laughs as he leans down into Howie’s embrace, and tries to swallow the lump that feeling so welcomed back into their family causes. Maddie is already at Howie’s side ready for her turn and after she pulls him in he feels little arms wrap around his legs. Jee smiles up at him, and he— okay, he’s a little glad he came. 

Eddie and Chris get to him next and it’s the first time he’s seen Chris— that he remembers— since he left for Texas. The kid’s creeping up on being his height, it shouldn’t make him emotional; it does make him emotional. “Hey Tommy!” Chris says with a bright smile, and damn it’s good to see him genuinely happy again, Eddie too. More hugs ensue. This is… nice. He thinks he might even be able to drown out the inevitable awkwardness coming if he keeps riding this high. 

Bobby is out back deep frying the turkey and Athena catches Tommy when he’s dropping his measly pan of devil eggs and store bought rolls off in the kitchen. “You came!” she says with a shock smile. “Oh, I’m glad!” She opens her arms and then it’s more hugging— passing him off to Karen, and even Hen. That’s just about everyone, Tommy thinks… 

“Oh… Tommy!” 

God, he really hopes he is able to control his face. 

Dylan pulls the patio door shut behind him, and makes his way over to where Hen and Tommy are still lingering in the kitchen while she fills him in on everything recent with Denny and Mara. Try as he may, he can't stop the tension tightening every muscle in his body as the lone stranger (to him) approaches. “Uhm, hey…” he replies, trying to not sound hostile… wondering if he sounds hostile anyway. 

“You know,” Dylan says, a surprisingly genuine smile spreading across his face. “We have yet to be properly introduced.” He extends his hand— Tommy does a quick scan of it to make sure there’s no shock button— and he waits patiently for Tommy to make the next move. He swallows every ounce of pride, jealousy, and resentment and shakes the guy's hand. He is met with as firm a grasp as he gives and Dylan’s smile doesn’t falter when he says, “Better late than never thought, am I right? Come on, Buck is out back.” 

Tommy feels his brows pulling together, and Dylan nods towards the glass door where Evan is staring in at them. He quickly waves once he is caught, and Tommy really hopes he can control his face as he waves back, feeling the flood of butterflies he has no right to still get… especially not standing three feet from Evan’s boyfriend. Dylan puts a hand on his shoulder, nudging him in the direction of the door; he nudges him in the direction of Evan, and can’t help but feel a little weird being pushed towards his ex by his ex's new boyfriend. 

Bobby hugs him as soon as he steps outside, which is expected; Evan stalls for only a moment before hugging him as well, which was not. Tommy can’t help but try to sneak a peak of Dylan. He half expects him to speak up, or lash out… What right does Tommy have to hug Evan? He doesn’t seem bothered in the least. He lets Evan get his hug, then reclaims his spot at Evan’s side, and although there’s not much Tommy is feeling too particularly thankful for in this very stressful and confusing point in his life… he’s thankful Dylan doesn’t appear to be threatened by him in Evan’s life. 

The day passes far smoother than Tommy had anticipated, and the Dylan of it all is nowhere near the thorn in his side Tommy had thought he would be. In fact, Dylan is— fuck, he is great, actually. as much as it pains him to admit it, Dylan really seems good for Evan. He is charming, and funny. He gets along with everyone; he talks about Evan’s parents like they get along well, too. Tommy wants to find things to be jealous of, but he makes himself so likable it’s hard to justify not liking him. Most importantly he looks at Evan like he hung the moon, and can make Evan smile and blush the way Tommy used to be able to do... 

At least he calls him Buck. At least Tommy gets to keep Evan. He supposes he’s thankful for that, too.

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[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

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23194714/chapters/55524460

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Some Amnesia Mpreg for @ladyeyrewrites !

****

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."

[sweetlittlevampire]

| WHEN YOU COME HOME |

A @mdzsbigbang fic, with art by the lovely @natsugami-mari (uploaded here and on AO3 with prior permission.)

�� CQL post-canon | Wangxian | 18,889 words | Complete | Rating: G 💌 WWX travels and writes to LWJ, until the letters stop…and LWJ discovers that WWX has forgotten him. 💌 Happy Ending!

Find the link below the artwork.

[afewproblems]

Thinking about Shawn Spencer, a man with an incredible eidetic memory, waking up in the hospital with no clue who he is.

The first sound he hears is the steady beep of a heart rate monitor.

Which is...strange.

As is the groggy weight holding him down, threatening to pull him back to sleep. He flexes his hand, or tries to, only managing to slighly twitch his pointer finger inside the pulse monitor, his nail connecting against the hard plastic.

"Shawn?"

A voice says above him.

"Holy shit, get the doctor--"

He tries to open his eyes but they don't cooperate. Instead, exhaustion pulls him back under, dropping him into sleep once more.

The last thing he feels is a warm hand clasping his own as he slips into darkness.

***

Sunlight on his face brings him back this time.

It's warm, blanketing his closed eyes and uncovered hands. The steady digital beep of the monitor from before slowly filters in as he manages to actually open his eyes this time.

Sleep remains, curled around the edges, but it's presence isn't as heavy as it was the last time he awoke.

He slowly looks around the room, squinting against the bright sun shining in from the window to his right.

To his left he sees two chairs, one with a suit jacket laid overtop of the arm, the other with a sleeping man in a salmon button up.

He looks around, seeing a drawn curtain bisecting the space, obstructing his view of his potential neighbor. At least he ended up with the window.

The man in the chair stirs slightly as the heart rate monitor changes, the beeps coming slightly faster than before.

He watches as the other man lifts his head, blinking once, twice, before his eyes widen comically and a delirious grin takes over his face.

"Shawn--Shawn! Juliet, he's awake!" The man yells as he scrambles up from the chair and makes his way to the bed.

The sound of squeaking shoes on linoleum and quick foot falls announces her arrival. A woman, blonde, dressed in a black pantsuit, jogs around the curtain while a tall, lanky man follows closely behind her. The man's grey slacks match the fabric of the suit jacket on the chair.

Based on the matching bags under their eyes, these three must have been waiting for him to wake up for awhile.

He watches as the woman's face changes, her pinched brow smoothes out as a soft smile overtakes her expression. The man behind her only looks annoyed, his blue eyes flick from the monitor to the chart at the end of the bed which he reaches for, scanning the pages silently.

"Oh Shawn, thank God," the blonde woman says as she sits down on the edge of the bed next to his knees, "how are you feeling?"

He opens his mouth and winces as the words crack and shatter in an unintelligible whisper.

The man in the salmon shirt reaches for a cup on the side table with a straw already prepped and holds it up for him to drink.

Something small in his chest twinges at the thought of how he must look, how he can't even lift his arms to do something as simple as grasp the cup in front of him. He takes three sips through the straw and hums out a sigh as the cool water soothes the sandpaper coating his throat and tongue.

He coughs once and breathes out again before trying to speak once more.

"Who the hell is Shawn?"

Part two

[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.”

[ladyeyrewrites]

Another amnesia fic you say? Heehheheheheeh

💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭 😌🙂‍↕️

@typicalopposite you are taking your "make me write" duties very seriously and I respect it. This has been sitting untouched in my drafts since June and you've just made me double what I had already written:

Evan opens his eyes with a groan. At least, he thinks he opens his eyes; everything’s blurry and white like he’s staring into fog. He blinks. Groans.

“Buck!” he recognises the voice but not the name, but he must be imagining things because Maddie’s in Pennsylvania not Peru. Except, now that his vision’s clearing he sees the tell tale ceiling tiles and fluorescent lights of a hospital above him, hears the distant beeping of machines in other rooms, feels the rough scratch of a hospital gown against his skin.

“Maddie?” he turns his head and there she is, sitting next to him, eyes glassy and red rimmed like she’s been crying. “How are you here?”

“Of course I’m here.” She squeezes his hand, leaning closer. Her face is different, rounder, the lines carved deeper around her eyes and mouth. It’s been years since they last saw each other, but somehow she seems older than she should.

“What about Doug?” Evan asks. “Surprised he let you fly to Peru.”

“Buck, Doug’s dead,” Maddie says, frown deepening.

“What? How?” Evan asks. “And why do you keep calling me Buck?”

Maddie’s eyes widen. “Evan, can you tell me what year it is?”

Evan frowns. “2017. Why?”

Maddie’s eyes widen.

“What?” Evan asks. “What’s wrong?”

Before Maddie can answer, the door to Evan’s hospital room opens and man he’s never seen before enters with two cups of coffee. Evan’s mouth goes a bit dry at the sight of his broad frame and well defined chest that’s barely contained under a tight-fitting henley. God this guy is ripped, but who is he? And why is he giving Maddie coffee?

Why is he smiling at Evan now with so much relief it makes Evan want to cry for some reason?

“Evan,” the man sighs, face lighting up, nose scrunching in a smile that flips Evan’s stomach. “You’re awake.”

“Tommy,” Maddie puts a hand on the guy’s arm. “He thinks it’s 2017.”

The man’s – Tommy’s – face falls like he’s been hit over the head with a hammer.

“Do I know you?” Evan asks.

[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

[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

[hyperfocusthusly]

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

——

“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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@rubydaiquiri (I didn’t connect your URL change sorry!-adding you so I don’t miss you in the future 🫶🏻)

[snsp6]

To all my wtdsik fans looking for a fic with an amnesiac Kalego who has strongly committed to his position as a familiar for Iruma, then try this silly little fic I’ve started writing!

Basically, Kalego loses his memories and when he wakes up he is told that he is Iruma’s familiar (both instances were because of a certain security devil), to which he just accepts the fact and falls into the job.

It’s still a work in progress, and I’m taking in suggestions or inspiration for the plot! I hope you enjoy!