#Amnesia fic

[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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[typicalopposite]

inspiration saturday <3

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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[outtoshatter]

Fractured Starlight, featuring THIS absolutely drop-dead gorgeous art from @seanchaidh7, is now completely posted, start to finish, thanks in large part to @missanniewhimsy for giving me a little push to just post the last few chapters today!!! :D

[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.

[rabctrl]

dear god please take all regulus pain and suffering multiply it by all circles of hell then tenfold it and give it to jkr

[deadnatura11]

I'm a sucker for an amnesia storyline and I think Buddie would EAT however I've only ever thought of pre-getting together amnesia... but now that Buddie seems imminent... I'm thinking of post-getting together amnesia incidents.

And -

The correct answer, to me, about when to give one of them amnesia (and who) is riiiight before the Buddie proposal.

Stay with me! Stay with me!

Eddie is going to propose to Buck, however - before he can - he winds up in an accident that gives him either full or partial amnesia. He doesn't have to lose all his memories, but he HAS to not have any memory of his time in LA (i.e. meeting, befriending, falling in love with Buck).

And Buck is disheartened, but of course he does his best to try and get Eddie’s memories back (because of course he reads up on amnesia and how to fix it). Except it's... not working. Then Buck gets in his head thinking that this is a chance for Eddie to actually explore being gay because "what if I'm his first but not his last" and Eddie, of course, realized he was gay and immediately got with Buck and didn't have that chance to 'explore' and might be settling for Buck because he's there and it's easy (all his fears bubbling up without the safety net of Eddie denying them). So he's pulling back to give Eddie "his chance", what he thinks Eddie "needs". Eddie feels sad about Buck ghosting him but he has no bandwidth to understand why.

Then. Then. THEN.

Eddie is rooting around in his drawer or his closet and he finds the ring, and seeing the ring REMINDS him of what he was planning on doing before the accident, causing all the dominoes to fall over as Eddie remembers what he forgot.

So when Buck swings by to collect his things, he is surprised to find the house decorated.

"With your favorite flowers. Your favorite meal waiting with some of your favorite wine, while your favorite music plays out of the speakers."

"You... remember all that?"

"You're not easy to forget. Not that I wanted to in the first place."

It's a normal date, at first until Buck broaches the subject of why Eddie remembered now despite all other attempts having failed.

"I wanted to wait until after dinner, but..."

Eddie drops onto one knee, proposing to Buck. We don't know what Buck says, until...

The entire fire fam is invited over to Eddie’s to celebrate him getting his memory back, Buck surprisingly absent while Eddie and Chris greets the guests.

When Buck does arrive with a platter of food and drinks he hands out Maddie is the first to spot the ring on his finger. "Is that what I think it is?" "What do you think it is?"

She shrieks. They hug.

Chimney, "What? Whats happening?"

"We're getting married!"

Celebration 🍾 episode ends.

[alcopop-beetle]

INTO YOUR OCEAN EYES [ongoing]

A Polin amnesia fic nobody asked for but I wrote anyway

Summary:

Months of letters unreturned, Colin Bridgerton suddenly hears that Penelope Featherington is to be wed, he is completely anguished and desolate—only to learn that it's a cover for something even more sinister: Penelope has been in a severe accident. Desperate to see her and protect her, Colin sets off for Ireland and arrives to find her unconscious in an infirmary, where he vows to never leave her again. As he gets to be in her presence once more as he takes care of her, Colin realizes that he has loved her all along, but just as he begins to hope for a future together, he finds her room empty one day—Penelope has mysteriously vanished.

Five long years of desperate searching, Colin unexpectedly encounters a transformed Penelope, far from his Pen, now a resilient tradeswoman with no memory of their past. Determined to rekindle their lost connection, Colin faces the ultimate challenge of helping her remember the love she once held for him—a love he had squandered and taken for granted. Colin must confront his past mistakes and fight to win back the heart of the woman he now knows is his past, his present and his future.

[joanofart5]

chapter 20 Overboard.

This chapter is 🥵 😢 and 💛.

New chapter is up and I’m VERY excited to share this one! 😊 I would love to know what you think!

Chapter summary:

Aziraphale is in Heaven. Crowley is going to Hell.

Chapter excerpt:

Aziraphale had kissed him. He kissed him like he meant it. Like he wanted nothing more in this godforsaken world than Crowley’s lips on his. Then Crowley, lacking any fucking sense at all, had kissed him back. Thoroughly. 

He had kissed him so well and so fully, that Aziraphale had requested, begged even, to be taken home. The angel had even said he was going to show him how much he wanted… well, best not to think about the details just yet. But the fact remains that Aziraphale has… intentions. Of the sexual sort. In case that wasn’t clear. 

Summary:

Based on the 1980's romcom Overboard, Crowley is a carpenter who has a not-so-great first encounter with the rich and snobby Aziraphale Archer.

After Aziraphale falls off of his yacht and loses his memories, Crowley comes up with an epic plan for payback. He will trick Aziraphale into believing he is Crowley's husband and the father of four rambunctious children.

Can Crowley stick to his plan and give Aziraphale the payback he deserves? Or, will he find out that Aziraphale is much more than he first appeared to be?

*It is not necessary to have watched the movie to enjoy this fic!*

[nostxlgiax]

might not have (did not loose) | knj

title: might not have (did not loose) | knj

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

genre: drama, angst, smut (eventually)

word count: 6.1k words and counting

status: work in progress

synopsis: he's all she's ever known, til she knows nothing at all.)

warnings: descriptions of car accidents, descriptions of injury, depression, memory loss, temporary amnesia, mentions of medicine, flashbacks, non sexual intimacy, strangers to friends, friends to lovers. slow burn, eventual romance, eventual sex, (more tags to come)

"he feels familiar—" she explains with a frown. it makes her head too heavy and hot to find the words. "—like someone you've seen before? somewhere? everywhere?"

she sees him in the hall, talking animatedly in a way she wants to reserve for herself.

it's selfish.

senseless.

"—like someone you can't forget."

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[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Dead Boy Detectives Victor AU: Amnesia Fic (GUESS WHO'S FINALLY GETTING HIS MEMORIES BACK, BITCHES?)

*shows up a month late with a smoothie* hey y'all. long time no see. but on the bright side, here's ya finale. *shakes bag of candy* got all the goodies for y'all. villain murders, memories, and happy endings. go ham.

It is, at the end of day, simple. Incredibly so. Painfully so.

It is bread and a song.

As Edwin stops to take a bite of bread- One bread and Two bread and Ten bread- Monty is humming a song. A familiar song.

Spring comes again. A crow’s song convinces the King of the Underworld.

Crystal and Niko are dancing in the background, flower crowns in their hair. There are flowers in Monty and Charles’ hair, too, just as there were the night of their wedding, and Monty is rolling his eyes fondly at Charles trying to convince him to take another bite of bread.

The salt hits Edwin's tongue. The music hits his ears. The scent of flowers hits his nostrils.

The memories filter in slowly, and then hit all at once.

(We finally give the people what they want.)

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[ineffableclassics]

Nearly a year after Aziraphale returns to Heaven, he vanishes from existence, leaving Crowley bereft on Earth. Just when the demon has finally started to heal and move on with his life, he finds his angel by chance in a library. But Aziraphale has no memory of his life as an angel, or of Crowley. How will our hero cope?

Words: 65,229

Status: Complete

Rating: Not Rated

By @rhosmeinir

[suddenlymicah]

i need a saiki amnesia fic where the way that kusuke tries to remove kusuo's powers ends up accidentally removing kusuo's memories and as his powers come back so do his memories and his friends don't understand why he can't remember anything and im gonna go write this now bye

[typicalopposite]

Hey. Are you still doing the make me write thing? 🤕 please

I surely am!! <3 here you go four more sentences for Amnesia Fic cont. from HERE! <3

He stares at the picture and feels his blood start to boil. He can’t do this… he hates it for how bad he wants to be there… how bad everyone who keeps asking makes it seem like they want him to be there, Evan included… but he can’t. The guy isn’t even doing anything wrong, and Tommy hates him. 

He silences the group chat and pushes his phone as far away from him as he can. 

<3<3<3<3<3

Make Me Write!

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HI SPOTTY!!! i hope you’re doing well 💖💖💖

🐉🐴😧

(feel free to write more than three sentences if you are amenable, i won’t be mad about it 😇💖)

Hi buff carrying on from last ask…. We have

🐉 Good knight sweet prince part 2

At least not until it’s far too late.

Far, far too late.

Calenth may be the smartest dragon around with the best ideas but he’s also smart enough to know when something has gone wrong, so very very horribly wrong.

Christopher you need to go

Take Gwil and go

As fast as you can

Go go now

And new for you ….

🐴 highway man au

Waiting is the boring part. Eddie doesn’t hate it as much as Chimney does or rather Jim Darling, his alter ego when they’re working the highway.

Chim is Jim Darling and he’s Jed. Bobby is called the Captain. Captain Darling on the wanted poster anyway. Bobby’s never said it but Eddie thinks he quite likes the honorific.

Captain Darling is not running the show tonight. He’s left instructions obviously but it’s just the two of them. Eddie’s kind of glad, Bobby is getting older and every robbery is a risk. He really should retire, even if he does it might not strike, after all Eddie’s, technically retired and here he is waiting in the darkness for a carriage to go past.

God it’s boring.

😧 amnesia fic

“Good morning handsome, how you doing today?”

He knows the voice, it’s the same voice that’s greeted him every morning for… he checks the calendar he crosses out at the end of every day to help him keep track of things, it’s all he’s got really and he’s hanging onto the control fiercely. There are five red crosses there, he knows he missed another eight while he was unconscious.

Josephine is smiling at him as she puts his coffee, juice and toast down on the table. He stares at the apple juice resentfully, how does he know he likes apple not orange juice and nothing else. Not even his own name.

Thank you so much for sending the prompts I’m feeling so inspired it’s fantastic 😊😊😊

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[iltrpls]

summary : “Your condition is called retrograde amnesia.” The doctor says, handing him a pamphlet.

“I’ll take that.” Buck says, reaching to take them from the doctor’s hands.

They both follow Buck’s movement slowly. “It’s a form of memory loss that causes an inability to remember events from the past.” The doctor says, bringing her attention back to Eddie. “You’re missing a few years right now and-”

Buck’s scoff interrupts them both. When both Eddie and the doctor turn their heads to watch him, he shrugs, “Sorry.” He says sheepishly, “But eight years is not exactly a few years.” He quotes.

OR: In which Eddie loses about eight year of his life and things are… heavily different than he last remember. OH! And you get to see buck and eddie be parents to a little girl.

[jakes3resin]

Pls im so desperate for the amnesia fic angst 🙏🙏🙏😫

Oh, amnesia fic! Genuinely, I'm still in love with that idea. I'm just a little freak of a writer who has so much in her head that things do tend to fall by the wayside. It will hopefully come out sometime between one of my a/b/o fic arcs. I desperately need to get through England arc first before I even allow myself to write for a different fic.

The whole fic would explore the soulmatism of Clegan as Bucky would be so different from the show there and Buck would be losing his mind trying to keep hold of his John. There'd be switched POVs so we could see how neither of them are doing well.

I'm partial to the Bucky shows up with no memory idea rather than he loses it after his arrival that I laid out in my original post. I have part of the train scene written that genuinely still makes me giddy because I just love the dynamics present in the scene that supposedly only has Bucky. I'll put it below because I really do adore it.

Help the boys onto the train, John. Keep'em calm, keep'em alive. A voice deeper than his own, with a twang Bucky can't place, seems to float through his head. It's comforting, yet he doesn't know why.

The boys trust you, John. Use that. Bucky swallows and reaches down to help drag the next man up. He goes until every man is on board, and he's left facing a yard full of Germans. A one man wall.

The boys all shuffle around, scared and unsure. Most of them turn to him when the doors close, whispers start to spread that he's a major as the train moves on. He thinks that means he's the highest ranked here. He thinks that means he's supposed to know what to do. He puts on a brave face and faces them head on.

They don't trust me like I trust you. Bucky says to the voice in his head. The voice says nothing in return.