#please remember me

[clarkeysbedchem]

ukyt friends, ive got a new username dont forget abt me please (you probably already have considering i haven’t posted in like 3 months)

- sincerely (formerly) clarkeysbedchem

[florencemtrash]

Please remember me - Azriel x Reader

Ok but just imagine how heartbroken Az would be if he lost the woman he loved, but when the Cauldron brings her back, she doesn't have any memories of him.

It's after midnight and I'm feeling things...

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You broke through the frigid darkness, something fragmenting beneath your fingers into a million sharp pieces as you wrenched your body up and gasped for breath.

Freezing. You were freezing to death in a pool of water. Or so you thought. Weak, uncooperative limbs flung over the lip of the pool, rough skin grabbing hold of you. You spilled out of the Cauldron into Azriel's waiting arms, and he wasted no time in burying his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent no longer tainted bitter and metallic by blood.

"Thank the gods. Y/n. I thought... I thought I lost you. Y/n. Y/n." He whispered your name over and over. A word more precious than the holiest of prayers.

You basked in the safety of his arms, the strength in the hands that gripped your hip and cradled the back of your head. That feeling of safety didn't go away when the stranger pulled back, molten hazel eyes staring into yours. He was the most beautiful male you'd ever seen. A face composed of graceful lines broken up by the tragic pain in his eyes, the tears that traced a path down his cheeks, the pained smile. He looked at you the way mates did in all the stories you'd read. Like holding you was the same as holding the world in his palms.

But when he kissed you, stealing the breath from your lungs like he was the one that had nearly drowned, you knew you needed to put a stop to this. One hand on his chest, the faintest hesitation on your lips, was all it took for him to pull away, eyes searching your body for any sign of hurt.

"Y/n? What is it? What's wrong, love?"

You hesitated. Your name was familiar on his lips, like it belonged there, like it belonged to him. But none of that changed the fact that you had no idea who this raven-haired male was.

"I-I don't..." You didn't want to say it. Didn't want to break the look of hope and relief on his face.

"Y/n?"

You finally noticed the small collection of fae behind him. A striking female with silver-tinted eyes beside a male as strong and wide as a mountain, Illyrian wings held tight against his spine like a notched arrow. A male and female, clearly mated, looking like figures carved from the fabric of the night sky. A female in red with golden-blond hair and doe-brown eyes. All of them weeping, or wiping away tears from red-rimmed eyes.

"Y/n? Please, look at me." Azriel begged, "Please." He whispered, feeling the tension in your body and the panic in your eyes, "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

When your eyes slid back to him, his heart plummeted in his chest, nose diving faster than he'd ever fallen in his life. He knew what words would tumble off your tongue before you said them. The confusion in your eyes spoke volumes.

"I don't... I don't know you."

The room stilled, voices trapped in everyone's throats along with their breath, and Azriel's hope shattered into a million pieces.

[bored-dromaeosaur]

I hate how invisible trans men are.

[davekatzdefensesquad]

I got through the sexy part of my Ouizzy fic and will be finishing up chapter two today hopefully since we pretty much did everything yesterday. I’m so excited to feel better. I’m still swollen in spots though and it’s tender but sweet lord I actually wrote yesterday and it felt so good!

[hobis-hope94]

~ Please Remember ~

AN: first time writing for Steve Rogers in a very long time! This could have a part 2 if you want?

Summery: when Steve sends in two of his most precious people, his wife Y/N and his best friend Bucky Barnes, he thinks he’s doing the right thing. But when the mission goes horribly wrong…it tears his world apart.

Parings: husband!Steve Rogers x wife!reader. Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader (platonic).

Characters: Dr.Cho. Natasha Romanoff, avengers and Tony Stark are mentioned.

Warnings: mentions of fighting, mentions of open wounds, mentions of blood, near death experience from reader, mentions of memory loss, sad!Steve and heavy angst (sorry!!)

(gif not mine):

Steve didn’t know where he went wrong. He’s Captain America. He shouldn’t have let this happen. How did he let this happen?

The mission was supposed to be simple. That’s why he sent two of his precious people in. You, his wife, and Bucky, his best friend. Knowing the pair of you, and how strong you both are combined, it would be okay. Or so he thought.

The last thing he remembers was hearing gun shots, your pleads then Bucky screaming into the comms saying he needed help stat.

then came Steve’s worst fear. he stood still as he saw your lifeless body on a stretcher, one side of your body coated in blood, a great big gash on your head, blood soaking the pillow as the doctors tried to move you as swiftly yet carefully as they could

Steve’s world fell apart as he watched.

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“I shouldn’t have sent you both in on your own,” Steve said after screaming at the surgeons to let him in the operating theatre with you.

Bucky was sat, only a few cuts and bruises visible on his face, one of his eyes swollen shut, he looked up at Steve. His best friend.

“It was my fault,” Bucky whispered tearfully, looking at his hands.

Steve stopped pacing and stared at Bucky.

“I should have told her to leave. She heard someone in trouble and went to save them….then the agents started pointing their weapons at me…but she ….she took on seven agents at the same time to save my neck because she didn’t want you to be without me,” Bucky’s voice was just a whisper, he kept his eyes firmly on the weird pattern on the floor.

“Jesus Y/N,” Steve sighed, running his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I tried to save her …I tried to get her to stop but ….” Bucky’s voice stopped working, tears strangled him.

Steve took a seat next to his best friend.

“She did what I would have done, it’s not your fault,” Steve said gently, patting his best friend’s shoulder.

Everyone loved you. But both the super soldiers loved you the most. Bucky loved your warmth, and the fact you are one of the only ones who treats Bucky like a human being….not an object to be feared.

Steve loves you because you are home to him. You comfort him when he needs it, listen to his worries and fears, and make the best ever brownies. You’re his safe haven and he’d be so utterly lost without you.

Steve and Bucky shot up when Cho came out of the operating theatre.

“She’s alive,” she nodded, both the soldiers sighed gratefully. “She’s sleeping and…one thing you should know…she might be suffering from amnesia.” She added gently.

Bucky gripped Steve’s shoulder tightly.

“How long is that going to last?” Steve’s question was hardly heard.

“Only time will tell,” Cho said gently.

“Wh…what can she remember?” Bucky asked tearfully, feeling the grieve from his best friend.

“She can’t remember anything from the mission. Or anything that’s happened to her recently…” Cho said gently.

Bucky looked at Steve, who looked completely and utterly terrified and lost.

“Can….can…” Steve said tearfully.

“She didn’t remember who I was ….or who she was for a little bit. So I’m not sure,” Cho said gently, knowing what he was going to ask.

Steve took a heavy breath as Cho informed the soldiers they can see you.

“I can wait outside, Steve,” Bucky said quietly as they reached your door.

“…please come with me. She’d be happy to see you,” Steve said gently.

Bucky nodded. He followed Steve in.

“Well. Aren’t I lucky? Captain America just walked in….that or I’m going mad,” you said, your head bandaged up, and you were all cleaned up.

You were half lying half sitting in the hospital bed. It wasn’t uncommon for you to address Steve as Captain America, so he thought all was safe….

“Sorry, Cap, D’you happen to know who holds the other ring on their finger?” You asked looking at your golden wedding ring.

Just above it was the beautiful engagement ring Steve had made for you. Steve’s heart sank, so did Bucky’s.

“…yes. B…but he might not turn up today,” Steve said gently and tearfully.

He sat as respectfully away from you as he could and Bucky sat next to him.

“Who’re you?” You asked noticing Bucky.

“I’m…James Buchanan Barnes…friends call me Bucky,” Bucky said tearfully.

“James is a nice name,” you said smiling slightly at Bucky, Bucky gave you a small smile. “Now, Captain, haven’t you got lives to save?” You asked noticing Steve sit down.

“N-not today,” Steve said tearfully.

“…your partner will be worried sick about you,” you said, noticing Steve’s gold ring on his left finger.

Steve looked at it, his baby blue eyes shone with tears.

“She’ll…she’ll be alright. I’ve let her know I’m okay,” Steve said gently.

“Good,” you said, you yawned. “Sorry, gentlemen. But D’you mind if I get some rest? These pain meds really did a number on me.” You said tiredly.

Steve was heart broken. Normally, you can’t be without him when you’re in need of a nap. He always lets you lie against his chest, with his broad arms around you. You can’t sleep if he’s not there.

Steve nodded tearfully, Bucky sighed heavily.

“I’ll come by tomorrow,” Steve said gently.

“Don’t put yourself out too much, Cap. You don’t need to focus too much on one person,” you said, snuggling into the not doing comfy hospital bed.

Steve’s heart sank further. He left heavily with Bucky by his side.

“You good?” Bucky asked Steve once they arrived at the compound.

“….I just want to be alone for a while,” Steve said tearfully, giving Bucky a brave smile.

Bucky understood. It hurt him to think he couldn’t help his best friend. He watched as Steve hesitantly went into your shared bedroom in the compound.

Steve shut the door gently and looked around. Lots of photographs of you and Steve, at your happiest. The look you always gave him when he did something amazing played on his mind. It was a look of love and pride and he missed it. He missed you.

God, it had only been a day but he missed you so much. You innocently slept in a hospital bed, unaware of how much hurt you accidentally caused. Steve went to your side of the wardrobe and gently picked up your favourite hoodie.

The one you’d always wear no matter what weather. He brought it up to his face, the smell of you smelt like home and brought some comfort to him for a while.

The pain he felt of not having you with him hurt so much. He got his phone and watched some videos of you.

The ones where he’d be hiding around the corner and jumping out at you, causing you to scream, tell him you hate him then see his face and relax and say “it’s a good job you’re so handsome, Rogers”.

Your random dance videos. Sometimes you’d just want to dance like no one’s watching. You and Bucky playing chess. You and Steve recreating that lift from Dirty Dancing, even the attempted lifts where Steve accidentally dropped you, you both laugh.

You accidentally getting stuck in between Sam and Bucky when they start to argue.

Yours and Steve’s cringey baking videos. Just everything. He missed your laugh. Your love. He missed you.

He silently sat in your room, hugging your hoodie tightly to his chest, the hood just touching his nose so he could smell you.

It had been a few weeks since the mission went wrong, you still hadn’t remembered Steve or Bucky. Yet, you seem to remember Natasha. That hurt Steve.

When you were discharged, Tony let you move back into the compound, but since you still didn’t remember Steve, Tony gave you a separate room. Just opposite his.

“Sorry to bother you, Y/N. Tony’s got dinner ready,” Steve said gently knocking on your door, you had it opened.

You looked at him, smiled. The team had been trying to ease your memories back. So far, you remembered the team. Just not being married to Steve.

“…what happened to your ring?” Steve asked gently.

“Well. My husband or wife…hasn’t turned up so they mustn’t love me anymore…or they think I’m dead,” you said sadly.

Steve’s heart sank further.

“I have been told not to say anything,” Steve said tearfully. “But I can’t have you thinking you’re not loved.” He added.

You looked at him with a questioning look.

“I’m your husband. We got married last year…a beach side wedding. You looked beautiful in your dress…” Steve said tearfully, remembering how you took his breath away.

You looked at him, still with the questioning look. Surely you’d remember marrying the Captain America, wouldn’t you…?

[lirlee]

I was alredy sleep deprived but then I decided to try honkai star rail, so I'm running on 3h of sleep and too much coffee. I don't even understand the lore this game has thrown at me right out of the gate. I'm also too tired to look anything up, so I'm just gonna pretend I know what's going on.

[captain-ferid]

Now kiss!

[ao3feed-larry]

Please remember me

by Itstilliswhatitis

There is a line between friends and lovers. A line that always had been blurry for Louis and Harry. What happens when they cross that line after a night out clubbing? What happens when they cross all friendship boundaries? And what happens when Louis is in an accident and loses his memory? When he can't remember anything or anyone...

Purely fictional

Words: 33656, Chapters: 16/16, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, William Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/3gFC7N9