LOVE MADE ME CRAZY.

bucky・ daphne・ luke・ dana steve・ belle・ rey ・ padme natasha・ hermione・ shaggy・ hela killian・ elsa・ thor・ wanda stephen・ will・ regina・ kristoff adored by lorna

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velma dinkley.

“NO I DON’T THINK I have, but i can’t really know for sure.” none of them could really know anything for sure. maybe someone somewhere had said she have the grooviest smile in town. “well for sure not this town. you’re the first. you’re actually the first to comment on my smile in this town.”

❝ UGH. YEAH. THIS PLACE. IT’S like... pretty freakin’ creepy, right?”

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tilly.

“OH ME? NO, I KNOW i’m not good at making coffee. tea maybe. i work at the mystery machine. i can’t take credit for the impeccable service of giving coffee to the community. that credit goes to a nice guy named bucky… and others i’m sure. he’s just the one that happened to be working the time i was there.”

DANA ACTUALLY DID KNOW WHO bucky was - and was surprised to hear that tilly didn’t simply refer to him as the man without an arm. it was the polite thing to do, something that most abled people forgot, and dana appreciated her all the more for it. it spoke to her character. “the mystery machine?” she asked, and smiled. “that’s the, uh... groovy food truck, right?”

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loki odinson.

SHE STOPPED HER LAUGHTER AND it peaked loki’s interest. he wasn’t quite sure if it was because she was actually listening to what he was saying or if she was trying to figure him out more. he could say he respected the latter. “that’s the point of the cracks. we find out why they are and their weaknesses.”

❝ OH YEAH?” DAPHNE ASKED, NOT blind to the fact that her interest changed his tone enormously. “so how do you exploit the cracks of a robot? are you so sure there can be weaknesses? it’s not like they’ve got parts that can rust. what’s your PLAN?”

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anna.

“FUNNILY ENOUGH THEY SAID SOMETHING similar about me and baguettes,” anna said, grinning despite the situations. “but it was more because i messed up a baguette and it became a bagel on accident. i can’t imagine why they said that about you. i mean the not going to the front of the restaurant thing. that’s really rude.”

KRISTOFF COULDN’T HELP BUT LAUGH at anna’s defensive tone. it wasn’t malicious laughter in any way — he’d grown accustomed to anna’s way of looking at things, and he always looked forward to hear what she had to say next. “have you seen chez blossom? i don’t even think i’m saying it right. let’s just say i don’t look the part. i’ll die before i agree to a tux.”

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brooke maddox.

“YOU LOOK LIKE hammered shit—-” hands placed on her hips, eyeing him up and down. “were you drunk in the gutter ?? looks like you got blackout drunk or something.” sounded nice to the blonde. “i’m not sure what type of alcohol i like— not yet. must be nice to feel like TRASH. i’d like to blackout.. maybe i’d remember SOMETHING ??”

AS NICE AS IT SOUNDED TO GET SHIT-FACED drunk and forget just about every single fucking thing that had gone through his mind in the last forty-five minutes, something told him that was the exact opposite of what he had to do. if someone was after him like his ugly mug suggested, black out drunk was not an answer. “no way. i’m done blacking out. i woke up with this -” he motioned to his face “-and no memory last time i blacked out. i am not risking that again.”

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chris hartley.

Chris had been wandering the streets of this new town aimlessly. He had no memory of where he was supposed to be or even anything for that matter. Knowing only your name is rather fun when dropped into a place you don’t even know. He had chosen to take a stroll to just explore. He wanted to see if he could find anything that made sense. But he was pulled from his thoughts by someone’s voice. He looked over to see a guy with a bloodied face. “Holy shit dude! You okay?”

MIKE WONDERED IF THERE WAS A POLITE WAY to tell someone hell no, he is not alright, he’s freaking the fuck out, and he is scared shitless. “fuck no,” he ended up saying, and was disappointed that the word fuck managed to sneak its way in there anyway. well, he tried. “man, i just - i wake up with my face all beat to shit and i don’t... even remember who i am.”

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bitchesinasquare

“Um… I don’t know… Maybe it could be a blessing… Maybe our lives were awful before this.” She looked over at the man. “And you could have lost something worse than a hand.”

❝ AYE, THAT’S TRUE ENOUGH. STILL, i’d like to know the man responsible,” killian said, feeling red hot anger boil up inside him once again. he hated that part of him and knew it was something he’d have to control - felt that perhaps he’d gotten control of it before - but just then all he felt was anger. “he and i have a lot to talk about.”

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blaine anderson.

“I mean it sounds better than being stuck as a cashier at a bakery. It feels like I’m not living up to like my artistic potential… If that even makes sense?”

❝ SURE,” THOR SAID SIMPLY, THINKING about the artistic jobs he was familiar with. there weren’t many, and blaine certainly didn’t come off as a painter. “are you some kind of actor or... poet?”

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hana song.

hana grimaced at the sight of the guy in front of her. there was a part of her, the part she didn’t really know, that was used to seeing people all bloody and bruised, but she didn’t let herself sit on it too long. she had been choosing to ignore her lack of memories in favor of wandering around and trying to enjoy herself. “you need to get yourself cleaned up.” she called out, not even sure if he would notice her with the way he was staring at his reflection. “not only can that get infected, but you look pretty gross just walking around like that.”

MIKE ALMOST ROLLED HIS EYES like... like someone he must have known before when the woman called out to him. he tore his eyes from his reflection - something he was staring at purely out of horror, although it wasn’t uncommon for him to worry about his looks - and looked at the stranger. “trust me,” he said, “if i knew this is what i looked like before i left i would have gone right back to sleep. maybe i would’ve woken up with some memories.”

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lorelai gilmore.

“YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’VE SEEN A GHOST ??” lorelai gilmore, stood up against the wall, cool as a cucumber. being without memories was a hard pill to swallow; she was accepting it, each day at a time. 

“you’re going to need a drink.” lifting from her perch to walk closer to him. “first—- you need to get out of these clothes. LUCKY FOR YOU, i know the owner of a snazzy little shop with NICE CLOTHING.”

❝ HELL YEAH I’VE SEEN A GHOST,” mike said, turning to face the woman who was speaking to him. “ and it’s ME!” he pointed to his own face of horrors, and he was suddenly sure that this woman had absolutely no idea what it was like to wake up with no memories and a whole lot of gore. well, not everyone suddenly gets amnesia, you fucking moron, he thought to himself, and sighed. he moved his hand to his face to rub his forehead but snatched it back when the touch sent scorching pain down his cheek.

mike looked up again when lorelai approached. “don’t tell me,” he said, “it’s you, isn’t it? you own the clothing store.”

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gamora.

GAMORA, feeling detached from her own mind, stepped inside. not quite sure why her legs decided to bring her here. everything looked MISERABLE, including the man who was currently hunched over. 

something escaped her lips, it sounded coarse and harsh. “what’s wrong with you ??” gamora didn’t feel miserable, only ANGRY TO BE HERE. wanting to break everything inside, something stopped here. it snapped inside her mind, telling her to keep her hands away, keep them clenched to her sides. hands balled up in fists. 

“are you dying ??” was the only thing the sounded right. 

DYING, SHE ASKED — ARE YOU DYING? maybe, will thought. maybe i am. maybe i have before. maybe i just... faded. the thoughts were so sudden and so intrusive that he was shocked they came to him at all, and he swallowed hard, hoping that pushing them farther to the back of his mind would be enough, at least for now, at least while someone was here.

“a migraine,” will answered matter-of-factly, replacing his glasses back on his nose. he shrugged his shoulders, and made an attempt at a smile. “i’m not dying. i don’t think i am, anyway.” he walked back around from the counter towards where the dogs were playing - a fenced in area with astroturf and toys and bones and about eighteen dogs he’d found here upon arrival.

“what can i do for you?”

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ashley brown.

RELAXING ON A BENCH, ashley had a book in her lap. eyes kept scanning the same sentence OVER & OVER. keeping her concentration seemed to be IMPOSSIBLE. setting the book aside, she noticed another, enjoying the scenery. 

rising from her perch, ashley decided it was time to make a FRIEND. friends seemed to be impossible to find. each face that passed her by, ashley tried to familiarize it; hoping it would be someone she USED TO KNOW. however, he mind was a clean slate. 

“ENJOYING THE VIEW ??” stepping up to the brunette with a slight smile on her face. having abandoned her book on the bench hands were empty. 

A SWAN HAD CAUGHT REY’S attention when the redhead approached her and spoke, and she looked up in surprise. she reached for her side, habitually grabbing at an old staff that wasn’t there and she didn’t even remember.

it wasn’t that rey was ungrateful for human contact — truthfully she hadn’t had much of it since arriving, save for a couple neighbors in passing and the old librarian, luke skywalker — but she wasn’t accustomed to strangers making casual conversation. especially when everyone else seemed to have someone they were there with. ( funny how that happened — they all arrive with no memories, and everyone seems to pair off with one another while rey remains isolated, alone — just a girl from nowhere. )

“quite,” she said finally, a small smile tugging at her lips in greeting. “do we know each other?”

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fvllheart

“you are Q U I T E mistaken !! you should really think yourself wonderful—— you are great. we should be FRIENDS. do you accept FRIENDSHIPS ??” chipper demeanor took over the petite female’s body, “i’d like a few friends !!”

BUCKY QUIRKED AN EYEBROW AT minnie’s chipper demeanor — the broad smile that graced her lips and the compliments that rolled off her tongue as easily as anything. there were very few like that, and he was grateful to have met her. “accept friendships?” he would have laughed at the question had he not felt so sure that he’d met plenty of people who felt themselves above that sort of thing. “sure,” he said, smiling softly. “i find it hard to believe that you don’t already have plenty of friends.”

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bitchesinasquare:

“I feel like I should be speaking French or have some sort of thick accent with a name like Francis. Right? Like it seems like what should come normally to me.”

❝ WELL I GUESS WITH A NAME like rick i should’a expected somethin’ like that,” he said, his southern drawl unabashed as he spoke, “but i was still damn surprised when i heard my voice.”

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nancy wheeler. 

@fvllheart​

❝you like coco puffs?❞

❝ DO I LIKE COCO PUFFS? do i like coco puffs? of course i like coco puffs. they’re chocolatey, they’re puffy, and you get to eat them for breakfast. ain’t nothin’ to not like.

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ginny weasley.

“HELLO—-” shifting from foot to foot before pulling herself to be at eye level with the other. sleep had overwhelmed this girl, it was written all over her features. “hey, sleepy !!” cheesy smile crossed her features, feeling as if the two needed to interact. 

“how in the world did you randomly fall ASLEEP ?? here—– in this library ??” looking around, feeling comforted being near even the dustiest books. 

“GINNY—- by the way, i don’t want to be known as that WEIRD STRANGER who watched you wake up from a D E E P SLEEP.”

HERMIONE LOOKED UP AT THE STRANGER with wide eyes, still groggy and un-gathered. she looked down at the book that she’d left open on her bed - scientific theory about futuristic movies, one of her last shots at the absurd explanations available to her - and was grateful to see that she hadn’t drooled. she looked back up at the girl who greeted her. “wow. hello,” she said, sounded as surprised as she looked.

“if i’m being honest, i’ve been here since... last night, i think. i was up until four this morning reading. the librarian, luke, he knows me and he must have let me sleep it off.” she only meant to stretch a little bit it took hold of her entire body - her back, her neck, her arms. it was embarrassing in a way but it felt fairly normal for her, and she suspected it was a lingering habit from long before chesterwick.

“ginny,” hermione repeated, and smiled. “that’s a beautiful name. i could swear i’ve heard it before. still, it’s a pleasure. i’m hermione granger.”

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dorothy gale.

“OH REALLY? THAT’S SO NICE of you. i just thought light blue might be my color. i might be wearing it too much if we’re being honest.”

❝ LIGHT BLUE IS MOST DEFINITELY your color,” daphne agreed, nodding enthusiastically. “it looks beautiful on you. really brings out your eyes and flatters your skintone.” if there was one thing you could trust daphne to be enthusiastic about, it was fashion. and she was damn good at it, too. “if nothing else, promise me you won’t ever apologize about wearing colors that suit you.”