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When cleaning out his father’s garage, Shane has an accident that results in losing 9 years of memories. The last thing he is certain of? Rozanov standing in an elevator and almost sending a text about how they hadn’t even kissed.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
hey so idk where else to talk abt this but i just read my new fav wm fic ever, the characterization and dialogue was IMPECCABLE
https://archiveofourown.org/works/83918396/chapters/221229266
trust i seek and find in you by jostyards
(i knew when the author had an andreil username it would be goated and i wasnt let down)
i dont have to post this if u don’t want, i just needed to share the wealth lmao
first of all, PLEASE, always share your wealth and blessings with me.
second of all, oh mah gahddddd i just finished it and it was beautiful😭😭 i had this fic marked as read later cause i was afraid a little and wanted to wait til it was further along but i didn’t realize it was finished!!!!!!!!! i haven’t read an amnesia fic in a hot minute but this one is so sweet and yea, impeccable indeeddddd. it’s so thoughtful and i love when ever mack’s written as such an earnest person bc lowkey that’s also how i see him for real. i thought i at least i’d finished the first chapter before bookmarking it but i guess not?? when mack pull out the steel/ntdp bit in the first exam room scene i almost lost it. it was soooo!?!?-!?:?
i love this sm not gonna say more so i don’t spoil it in case someone stumble upon this lol (everyone probably has read this…. but if you haven’t, go go goooo)
easy link - trust i seek and find in you by jostyards
Panoramic View
Buddie Fanfic on AO3 | 7 of 8 Chapters Complete
Title: Panoramic View Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Pairing: Buck/Eddie Rating: Mature Summary: "It’s not like amnesia," the doctor said. "Eddie remembers who he is, who you are. He knows you. He remembers his life and likely most of what’s happened to him."
Buck frowned. "Then what's happening?"
"His memories aren't staying in their proper place anymore. He’s struggling to keep them compartmentalized.” She paused as Buck took it in. "His brain isn't signaling clearly when a memory is just a memory anymore. To Eddie ... it feels like it's happening now."
OR
The fallout from a major head injury blurs Eddie’s past with his present and forces him and Buck to confront an uncertain future, something neither of them was ready for. In the aftermath of it, Buck helps Eddie navigate the recovery, but misunderstandings between them threaten the single greatest constant they have always relied on. Each other..
Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending; Hurt/Comfort; Getting Together; Hurt Eddie Diaz; Soft Evan Buckley; Temporary Amnesia (sort of but not really); Injury Recovery; Domestic; Slow Burn; Idiots in Love; canon through 8x04
Currently writing a temporary full retrograde amnesia bloodymary fic (inspired by a tumblr post and its comments) and I finally got to actual interaction between grace and Simon and I feel like I wrote Simon so ooc
But also this is the guy who's often portrayed in fics to be overly aggressive and violent when in reality that's probably just a stress response. I'm writing the Simon that delicately held the seed pendant, that apologized multiple times for accidentally hurting people with the radiation camera. So it's no surprise that it feels ooc
(This is not a jab at writers who write him like that, I just feel like we don't explore enough of other parts of his personality. Yea he gets violent but even the best dog will bite if scared enough)
Blunt Force, Part 33
***
Two weeks passed without any updates from Agent Martinez. Deeks wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad sign.
His doctor had cleared him for another month unless new symptoms popped up and therapy tapered to once a week. So during the day, Deeks threw himself into studying as much as he could. There was limited information about the potential liaison position, but Deeks had started checking off the requirements he met and looking into those he didn’t.
Underneath all the business, he still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. Every time he considered his choices, his mind went to what Kensi or the team would think.
Kensi seemed to sense his need for activity and helped keep him occupied with various outings during the evenings and weekends. And when he didn’t feel particularly social, they found other ways to fill the time.
He’d also started catching up with old friends and making his way through any numbers he didn’t recognize in his phone. Explaining his situation had been a fun experience. Most people were accepting, but a few either thought it was an elaborate joke. Or seemed extremely uncomfortable with his situation.
Deeks sighed now as he battled with one of the strings he was threading through the guitar he’d found in his bedroom. His mom had taken the news of his “condition” surprisingly well. At least the conversation hadn’t involved any hysterics. The idea that he’d want anything to do with law enforcement after this though was another thing. They’d argued for several minutes last night before mutually deciding to take a break before one of them said something unfortunate.
“Just can’t catch a break,” Deeks murmured to himself as the new string snapped.
The doorbell rang a moment later and he took that as a sign, he wasn’t meant to play the guitar today.
“I’m coming!” He answered the door to find Eric waiting.
“Hey, Eric, Kensi’s not here,” Deeks told him apologetically. “She’s having brunch with friends.”
“That’s perfect. Because I came to see you,” Eric replied with a slightly awkward, but endearing grin. “I thought maybe you’d want to hang out.”
“You want to spend your Saturday with me?”
“Well, Kensi mentioned you had some hard decisions to make. Figured a day out in the ocean might take your kind of things.” Eric held up a tub of board wax, and shrugged. “What do you say?”
“I’ll grab a board and some shorts,” Deeks answered.
***
An hour later, they had paddled a couple hundred yards out from the shore. Deeks never minded the solitude of the ocean, but it was nice to have a companion. Especially since Eric knew what he was doing.
“Thanks for suggesting this, man. Did we surf a lot before?” Deeks asked, squinting to watch another surfer off in the distance.
“Sometimes. And it wasn’t exactly an entirely altruistic offer,” Eric admitted. Looking down, he shrugged a little self-consciously and dragged his hand through the water. “I’ve missed you. We didn’t always get a chance to hand out a lot outside of work, but we were pretty close. Hopefully we still are.”
“I hope so too.”
After a pause, Eric gave Deeks an expectant look. “So, what has the metaphorical weight of the world on your shoulders?”
“I have a career opportunity which is a lot different than what I anticipated. I also wouldn’t be in the field anymore,” Deeks said. He didn’t add that the fieldwork was out of the picture regardless of his final decision.
“Oh wow. Congratulations.” Eric paused to examine Deeks’ face. “I think?”
“It’s a good thing,” Deeks agreed cautiously. “Not everyone agrees. Mainly my mom. And deep down, I keep wondering what everyone else in my life will think when it’s not what they expected. It might look like I’m giving up. Or chosing another side.” Deeks spun in a half-circle to face Eric directly. “What would you do?”
“Well, given a very limited amount not details, I would say, if taking the job will make you happy and doesn’t violate your standards, then it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Whatever you do, you’re going to be amazing at it.”
“That’s putting a lot of faith in me,” Deeks managed, feeling unexpectedly touched by Eric’s comment.
“Not really. In the three years I’ve known you, you’ve always put your entire soul into whatever you do. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed.” Eric gave him an encouraging smile. “So, again, do what you happy. Because no matter what you decide, we’re not going anywhere. Even if you beg us to.”
A kick in the right direction (head over hoof) | Chapter 10 | Fortytworedvines
“You’ve remembered,” Audrey said, trying to stop her voice from hitching, trying to stop the tears that were welling up.
Siegfried nodded sharply, his gaze still fixed on her.
Her hands were trembling and she couldn’t stop them. She looked down at them, at the ring that had sparkled so beautifully in the sun yesterday, during their perfect day together. Slowly, clumsily, she eased it from her finger and placed it on the table. It made a tiny clink that spread into the silence of the room.
A kick in the right direction (head over hoof) | Chapter 9 | Fortytworedvines
“It’s Saturday!” Jimmy shouted, arriving first as usual in the kitchen for breakfast.
“So it is,” Audrey said. “And do you have any plans?”
“I want to go out with Uncle Siegfried. And you!” He sat down in his chair and beamed at her.
She looked at him thoughtfully. “How about a drive up into the dales? We can take a picnic. You know your Uncle Siegfried is still tiring very easily, so you’ll have to promise to be careful with him.”
Helen appeared then, Rosie trailing behind her. “What’s that?”
“How would you feel about Siegfried and I taking Jimmy out today? Rosie too, if you want?”
“That would be – amazing, actually. Thank you, Audrey.”
Audrey beamed at her. “It’s no trouble.”
“Were you planning to ask me?” Siegfried appeared from nowhere, slipped his arms around her waist and studied her teasingly.
“No,” she replied with a smile. “You can do as you’re told.”
A kick in the right direction (head over hoof) | Chapter 8 | Fortytworedvines
Siegfried slept for hours, and by the time he emerged from his bedroom, still feeling limp, it was dinner time.
Jimmy was on his own at the dinner table, playing with a toy car. “How are you, Uncle Siegfried?” he demanded as Siegfried sat down in his place. “Aunty Audrey said we had to play really quietly because you were asleep because you’d been a …” he frowned for a moment, trying to remember, “a silly sausage!”
