because he will be ok


For angst week: reader is in an accident and gets amnesia and can’t remember their fiancé, Hercules. They get really scared of him because he’s all in their face relieved that they’re ok but they just have no idea who he is and freak out???

“Yes Herc, I got the mail and I’m heading home… yes your package of sew supplies came, it’s sitting the back seat,” you told your fiance clutching your phone between your ear and your shoulder.

“Thank goodness, I need to finish this dress in three days,” he replied, groaning.

You grimaced, knowing how stressed and overworked he had been in the past few days. He hadn’t been sleeping well, it was taking a tole on him.

“I know, I’m sure it will all work out just fine,” you told him in a soothing voice. “Try and take a nap until I get home.”

“Alright, I’ll see you when you get home. I love you.”

“I love you t-”

All of the sudden another car ran a red light, coming straight for you. You screamed, the car hitting yours and you hit your head.

The last thing that you heard was Hercules, screaming your name is desperation.


What am I doing?

Where am I?

Who am I?

You felt yourself floating in darkness, but you didn’t feel anything. Just numbness.

You heard voices calling out a name.

‘Y/N! Y/N! Please Y/N, wake up! WAKE UP!’ they called to you.

Was that your name? Were you this Y/N they were calling to?

Suddenly sharp pains invaded your skull, and bright lights were shining into your eyes. Were you awake?

“Hello?” you called out, your mouth dry.

A young woman in a… nurses outfit saw you and ran out of the room, calling for someone.

A second later an older woman came in, wearing a white lab coat. A doctor?

“How are you doing Y/N?” the old woman, asked you calmly.

“Is that my name?”

The doctor’s eyes widened, and she turned to the nurse.

“Get a brain scan, I think their injuries are worse than we thought,” she whispered harshly.

She turned back to you, a serious smile on her face.

“Yes, that is your name. Do you remember anything at all?”

You thought really hard, but all of your memories were blank. You looked at your hands, not recognizing them as your own.

You shook your head.

The doctor grimaced and continued to look you over.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to help you. We’ll run some tests and decide what to do.”

She patted your head and handed you a glass of water before leaving the room for a moment.

What was going on, you were so confused.

As you laid there contemplating what was going on, a man rushed into your hospital room He was extremely frantic and desperate looking.

“Oh thank god!” he cried as he saw you, clutching his hand to his chest. “I’m so glad to see you alive!”

He wrapped you in hug, squeezing you as hard as he could.

You shrieked in reply, shoving him off you. He looked at you in shock, not understanding what was going on.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

You stopped.

“Do I know you?”

He froze, his eyes holding a panicked expression.

“What?” he asked, his voice cracking in pain.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know you. I have no idea who I am, or what’s going on.”

A sob ripped through his throat, and he looked away from you.

“Excuse me,” he said, turning away and not looking back. He ran from the room, and that was the last you saw of him that day.

A loud sob was heard from down the hallway, and you knew it was the man that you had just seen.

Your heart ached for him.

“I don’t know who you are,” you whispered softly.

“But I’m sorry.”

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PSA don’t fall for a nigga that says it’s ok not to use protection because he won’t nut inside of you nigga if you’re not comfortable having sex without protection let him know dialogue is key !! Don’t do something you’re not comfortable with

anonymous asked:

this guy i'm friends with was being so nice maybe even rOMANTIC SO yesterday i fell asleep on the bus, he woke me up he took my bag, and took my arm in his and walked me to my dad's car, opened the car door, put my bag in and waved goodbye. and today after our honors concert he knew my feet were hurting and he told me to give him my shoes so i could wear his. this beautiful boy. wore. my. 6". heels. because. he. wanted. to make sure. i was. ok. IM NOT OK IS HE JUST BEING NICE OR IS HE MY PRINCE

wOW this is adorable he’s definitely a keeper i think hes your prince

anonymous asked:

Blake could've left last night or super early this am, but time wise it looks like he waited to help her get the kids up, make the school run, and she dropped him off at airport after. Even if Gwen weren't busy, Blake loses half the day flying to OK, so today is really kind of a logical choice with a concert Sat night and almost certainly flying straight to LA Sat night/Sun am for Voice on Monday. #longtermplan #family #gettingokreadyforsummertime

Yeah exactly! And then there was a pic with a fan at the ole red construction site pretty early in the afternoon, which means he went straight to the site because the ranch is way too far away to just stop by. And he was in Alabama already pretty early yesterday. Plus Gwen was working anyway.

All these people worrying themselves to death seem to think Blake just runs off to Oklahoma because he loves OK more than he loves being with Gwen or that he’ll choose hunting over committing to a relationship or whatever. Or they think he hates LA that much that spending time with the love of his life be damned, she’s not worth it.

It seems we’re forgetting he has a lot of business ventures going there right now. And it seems to me a majority of his hunting trips are pre-planned. He’s also working on an album.

I just don’t believe something happened to make him do a complete 180 on the amount of time he spends either with Gwen and the kids or in LA since last fall. I think he’s just busy.


“I’m just surprised to see you cry.”


Hard to argue with that logic.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

(Thank you to the MANY lovely people that recommended this scene from Deathly Hallows!)


he’s trying ok? </3

(I wanted to add two more things, but I’ll just save them for another gifset)


very lazy portraits of some of my favorite companions so far


hoseok birthday bonanza!

day 06 - dancing


confidence level: Ten



The great black dog gave a joyful bark and gamboled around them, snapping at pigeons, and chasing its own tail. Harry couldn’t help laughing. Sirius had been trapped inside for a very long time.

anonymous asked:

pleeeeease tell me there's a story about nate and aj? ❤️❤️❤️

WELL ANONS (from this fic):

Andrew Joseph Minyard doesn’t know a thing about Nathaniel Wesninski until he’s sent to kill him.

That’s perhaps more unusual than one would suspect, knowing Andrew. His general disinterest is well known, but he has a personal stake in knowing the movers and shakers of the magical families on the East Coast.

Know your enemies, and all that. Andrew didn’t used to have those, until he met Kevin Day and finally picked a side that wasn’t himself and his best interests. Now he kills people for righteousness, or what the fuck ever.

“The Wesninskis have a new leader,” Wymack tells them, hands folded on his desk like this is very serious news. “It’s Nathan’s kid, apparently. He’s cleaned house. Or it might be more accurate to say that he wiped the old circle off of the map entirely.”

Like he always does, Kevin goes pale at the mention of one of those families. Wymack flicks him a glance before continuing, “It’s not immediately clear where he stands on the old family alliances, but it makes sense for us to move now while he’s unsettled.”

Andrew can see where this is going already. “I didn’t realise we were killing off children now.”

Wymack shoots him a level look. “He’s twenty-two. Barely younger than you.”

“Well, I suppose that’s alright then,” Andrew replies agreeably. “When do I leave?”

“Hold on. Didn’t he kill his own father?” Nicky cuts in. “Shouldn’t that require a little more investigation than ‘when do I leave’?”

Dan waves a hand. “He’s a mage. Killer or not, he won’t be able to protect himself against non-magical weapons.”

“Don’t worry Nicky. I don’t like to be too well prepared,” Andrew says. It’s not meant to be soothing.

That’s how he ends up crawling through an upper-storey window of the Wesninski mansion, cursing mages and rusted locks. The house is probably warded - Andrew couldn’t say. To him it’s just like breaking into any other house.

What he does notice is the complete emptiness of the building. While mages don’t often have non-magical defence - and Andrew would be a lot less successful if they invested in some attack dogs, or even burglar alarms - they do generally at least have people. But every room he passes - soundlessly, of course - has its door flung wide open to display its total emptiness.

Every instinct he has is screaming. For a moment, he wonders if Wesninski has cleared out of the house entirely. But, despite the limited information for this trip, Andrew knows Wymack wouldn’t send him on a wild goose chase. The mage is here.

He creeps down the stairs, sticking close to the wall. It’s a broad staircase, gaudy even in the near-darkness. Apparently the elder Wesninski had more money than taste.

The lounge is no more elegant, and still empty of people. Beyond it, though, light falls from the doorway. Andrew creeps towards it, palming one of his knives.

Apparently, all his quiet was wasted. The person through the door is waiting for him - and this, having met Nathan, is definitely his son.

Twenty-two he may be, but Wesninski looks like a kid. With his fair falling into his face as he slouches against the kitchen island, he looks nothing like someone who could have killed Nathan and the entire rest of his circle in one fell swoop. Any tracery of magic in him isn’t detectable to Andrew though - for all he knows, the air could be singing with it.

The only giveaway that this man isn’t as normal as Andrew is the curling tattoo emerging over the collar of his t-shirt. It’s a mage-mark, and it’s large. Even Kevin, the most powerful of the Foxes in terms of sheer strength, doesn’t have one that extends so far across his skin.

“You’re AJ Minyard,” Wesninski says. He looks excited about that. Andrew didn’t realise he was a groupie. It’s the danger of being a contract killer - being known by your signature. Andrew is Andrew, except when he’s AJ and earning his keep in blood.

“Usually, your kind is throwing spells by now,” he replies blandly. Not that it ever helps them.

“That would be a waste of time, though. Wouldn’t it?” Wesninski says. “You’re immune.”

Well then. “You’re smarter than you look,” Andrew informs him. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you’re so successful,” Wesninski shrugs. “I need to send a message to Kevin.”

Wesninski isn’t following the script. Andrew glances at his watch - usually they’d have gotten past the initial failed attempt to blast Andrew off of the face of the earth with magic and moved onto either running - unusual, mages didn’t like to run - or begging. “Do I look like a messenger to you?”

That earns a thin smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that demeaning?”

“If you think I’m here for that, then you’re confused,” Andrew says. 

Wesninski throws his arms wide. “Well, go ahead then. You know I can’t fight you. And it’s not like I can run.”

Fuck’s sake, Andrew didn’t come here for a conversation. Still, though - he throws a glance at Wesninski’s legs. “Too lazy for it?”

“Not exactly. I know you probably don’t care for magical theory, so the short explanation is that right now I can’t leave this house. Hence wanting to speak with Kevin. The best I could do is hide in a closet, and I can’t imagine that would deter you.”

“As sob-stories go, you might want to try ‘but I have children and a wife’,” Andrew advises. 

“As if that would help me.” Wesninski rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to help me for free. I’ll give you something you want in exchange.”

Andrew really should have just killed him instead of saying a word. Corpses are so much less trouble. He raises an eyebrow to signal that his patience is wearing thin.

“If you want a chance at getting anywhere near Riko Moriyama, you’ll help me,” Wesninski says.

That’s an interesting offer. “What makes you think I care about that?”

“Do you think it isn’t common knowledge in the upper circles about what happened between him and Kevin?” Wesninski says. “Plus you’ve been working your way through all the high blood families over the last year. I figured a Moriyama must be right up there on your wish list. Particularly that one.”

He isn’t wrong. “I’m not here to make a deal with you.”

“Are you sure about that?” That smile again. It’s really a wonder someone so irritating hasn’t been killed already. “I have access to the Moriyamas now, whether they like it or not. I think you’d like to make use of that. Better move fast, though - you aren’t the only one who wants to kill me.”

Riko would already be dead if he were easier to get to. And Nathaniel now has his father’s seat on the council, even if he killed for it - succession is muddy  and ugly amongst mages at the best of times. He’d hardly be the first to do it that way. 

He’s right. Andrew could use that. Getting into Castle Evermore is difficult, and Nathaniel has a free pass through the front gates. If he could smuggle Andrew inside…if he were willing to do so…

“What’s in it for you?” Andrew asks.

“What, you mean besides you not murdering me tonight and me getting out of this fucking house?” So sardonic. “I don’t like the Moriyamas any more than you do, Wesninski blood or no. I don’t care if I die, as long as Riko goes first.”

It seems their interests all line up. Andrew can deal with Riko at last, and might even get a shot at the other Moriyamas in the process. He smiles a little bit, feeling his face cracking.

“Well, Nathaniel. Looks like you might be useful to me after all.”

Wesninski makes a face. “I go by ‘Nate’.”

“I really don’t care,” Andrew tells him. “I would say ‘wait here’, but I suppose that’s irrelevant, isn’t it? I’ll come to you.”

The with a message or a knife is unspoken but clearly implied. Nathaniel - Nate - smiles thinly.

“Better hurry,” he says. “Offer ends if I’m dead.”


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