you and your face again

Take your time to heal. We are still going to be here through whatever and whenever. We will never think of leaving you. We are a family. You are not alone in this battle. It wasn’t your fault, and nobody wanted that to happen. Stop blaming yourself. You deserve nothing but the best. The love of the world is greater than hatred and violence. That’s what your music taught all of us.
We will keep those beautiful and innocent angels in our prayers. We will pray for the families who have lost their loved ones and send them comfort. Our prayers could bring change to our hurting and broken world. We will keep on praying.
We need you to be strong and hold on. We are so excited to see you again with a big smile on your adorable face. We will wait for the time that you are completely healed and ready to inspire people through your God-given talent. We will wait to see the moonlight in your eyes again.
This world can be a dark place, but fear will never control us. Even after the worst storm, the sun will shine again. Better days are coming. Just hold on, everything’s gonna be alright.
—  E.J. Cenita, An Open Letter to Ariana Grande
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Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

Kitchen Counter (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.4k

Part two: Laundry Room. Part three: The Club.

Summary: “Baby, we’re in your parents’ kitchen.” You muttered, squeaking softly, trying to push his arm away with both of your hands, but he just kept pressing those fingers into your core. “That’s what makes it so naughty.” He whispered against your neck before his mouth wound up back against yours.


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Kisses {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R lol
WORD COUNT: 10k y’all!!!
REQUESTED: nope !

this is my longest one shot, it took up like 20 pages on microsoft word lmfao !! anyways it took me a bit longer than usual bc i went through a slight block (rip) but it is finished and i’m quite proud of it!! feedback is much appreciated, it rly motivates me!! ok that’s it i hope u enjoy :-)

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Roommates (M)

Originally posted by bwipsul

╳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut and kinda fluff & angst ??

╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently. 

(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)


The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.

Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.

“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.

“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator

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Stay for the night

So… I had this idea earlier today and I’ve been working on it since 3PM. I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Lots of love, B xx

The house is empty and silent, much different than when you first arrived and the last bottles of beer and wine have been tossed in the bin just outside of Harry’s kitchen. You’ve managed to tidy things up a bit, make the house less messy than when his drunk guests left almost half an hour ago and now, after washing your hands from the sticky remnants of beer that got all over them while you cleaned up, you can finally try and find him and bid your goodbyes.

When you do find him, he’s sitting on his couch, legs spread open and a hand resting on his tummy, his head tipped back and resting against the back of the couch, a frown on his forehead and his lips pressed in a tight line - if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s fighting nausea but you know the truth. You know he’s just about to pass out and sleep for the rest of the night on his couch and the only thing he’s waiting for is for you to leave - he’s too much of a gentleman to let you just leave without saying goodbye.

Smiling, you stand between his legs, one knee resting on the small bit of the couch that’s available and you lean forward, hand reaching for the curls that fall across his forehead, your fingers pushing it back in a slow rub against his scalp and he hums in appreciation of the gesture.

“Everyone’s gone.” You inform him, thumb smoothing across the frown lines on his forehead and he relaxes under your touch, his face turning softer, his lips opening around a sigh of contentment. “I’ve cleaned up so you don’t have to do it tomorrow.”

“Didn’t have to.” He says and you can see his sleepy green eyes open to glare at you, but the effect of his intended angry stare is just a grumpy and pouty, too sleepy to look menacing stare. “‘M a grown man, can do my own cleaning.”

“Know you are…” You giggle, cupping his face in one of your hands and rubbing your thumb across his pouty lips. “Just wanted to help.”

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anonymous asked:

You should totally do a blurb about Harry having to wake up really early for all of his radio interviews on Friday morning and having to say goodbye while (y/n) is still half asleep! It would be so cute and fluffy:)

This request was right up my alley. A bit of fluff before we all.. you know, die. x


Endeavor



He’s trying to move as quietly as possible, careful not to leave the bathroom door open more than a crack so the light doesn’t shine on your face as he tiptoes back and forth between it and the room. It’s early outside, the sky skill a dark, brooding shade of blue and the sun is still hibernating until it absolutely needs to be up.

He’s currently standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, trying to tame his wildly growing hair in a decent way. Although he won’t actually be on a television show today, he knows there’s bound to be paparazzi around the studios he’s going to. The tips Lou had given him have managed to fly out of his head. He sighs quietly, tapping his fingers along the counter and glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He takes a deep breath, puffing his cheeks out as he exhales. He’s nervous, exuberantly so. But even more so, he’s buzzing from his toes to the top of his head, the familiar feeling of anticipation and excitement bubbling in him. It’s been a year since he’s felt it, a year since he’s done what he loves to do, and this time around, he’s doing it exactly how he wants.

With one final glance towards the mirror, and a squirt of Tom Ford, he flips the switch gently and walks out into your room. His boots are clacking against the wood floors and he hisses, glancing up at you quickly as he comes to a stop. You’re unperturbed, though, still sound asleep with your head tilting a bit too far off your pillow. The skin around his eyes crinkle and the corners of his mouth lift up in his first smile of the day. The scene before him is one he’s seen many times, granted, usually he’s next to you with a much closer view. Your hair is sticking to your cheek and you’ve got the fluffy blankets you insist on having every night pulled up around you, he assumes to make up for the lack of his warmth. One of them is slipping off the bed and laying halfway on the floor.

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→ nudes, not flowers (pt. 1)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x reader x Jungkook

☆ genre → fuckboi!au, smut 

warning  public sex, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, dom!junghope, demeaning names during sex if you aren’t into that, jealousy

☆ word count   → 5.5k

summary   → you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines – but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps 

→  pt i | pt ii

a/n  → …. why tf did i do this to myself!!! (this is just smut that i had to split into two parts rip)
anyways tagging @kstopping @gxtsmxt @thotmi bc nothing says i love you like a junghope smut am i right



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{PART 29} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; After a much needed rest, you wake up to find that your world - as a Vampire, is still filled with the same love from Jungkook as it was when you were human. Decisions must be made - but you know that you’ll never have to walk alone.

“Without her, his mind became an empty vessel; filled with crippling emptiness and sorrow. But with her, his days would be forever filled with endless love and possibilities. For that; was the power of her love.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} //{Part 28} {Part 29} {Final Chapter: Part 30}

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Clingy

Note: If this is too short, I apologize! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME! Thank you for the request, sweets! .c

Request: the boys tease bucky over him being a clingy and protective boyfriend pls :)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid



Ever since you became a couple, or even started liking each other, Bucky was always by your side. Everyone in the Avengers tower knew that if they needed to know where you or Bucky were, they’d always find you two together. If Bucky wasn’t jumping in front of a bullet for you, he was snuggling so close to you, you could feel his heart thudding against his chest. You loved being with Bucky as much as he loved being with you.

Bucky was searching all throughout the tower for you, his eyebrows creased and his eyes speedily scanning around every room he walked into. You weren’t in bed with him when he woke up and it was making him nervous. He needed to be around you at all times, or else he feels like you’re in some sort of danger. The guys on the team always tease him and say he’s clingy and overprotective. Bucky always shrugged them off and said he’s neither of those, but deep down, he knew it was probably true. But he didn’t care and neither did you.

You were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast and laughing as Wanda taught Vision how to make pancakes from scratch. It wasn’t the most easiest thing to learn when you can’t even eat the food. You shook your head as you giggled, watching Vision send you a confused glance. And possibly a silent cry for help.

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders, the left one feeling cold. You smiled and leaned against Bucky’s chest, patting his forearms resting on you. “Morning, handsome.” You said softly with a smile. His face nuzzled in your neck and he inhaled your light scent of body wash. “You weren’t in bed.” He muttered sleepily, swaying against you.

You frowned slightly and nodded. “I know, I wanted you to sleep in a little.” You replied, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. He sighed and moved his arms to slither around your waist, pulling you even closer. Before he could reply, you heard chuckles coming from the kitchen table.

“Bucky, you’re so clingy.” Sam said with a head shake as he stuffed his mouth with food. You rolled your eyes at the way he was eating like an animal. “He is not.” You defended Bucky, hearing him whimper against you.

“He kind of is.” Clint added as he poured himself a third glass of milk. Tony snatched the jug from Clint’s hand just as he finished pouring it and angrily looked at him. “Wanna buy yourself a cow to keep around or buy a jug every two days?” Tony snapped at Clint, screwing the cap back on.

Clint rolled his eyes and moved back to the kitchen table, a few laughs sounding through the room. Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, pulling you further against him. You were on a stool at the kitchen island, so your whole back was pressed against Bucky, not an inch of space between the two of you.

“Tony, tell Spam and Clit that Bucky isn’t clingy.” You said as you took a bite of your own food. Steve snorted at the silly nicknames and you heard Nat laughing into her hand, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. You could feel the chuckle vibrating against your back from Bucky. The two men glared at you and you shrugged at them.

“No, he’s most definitely clingy.” Tony stated with a cocky grin. You groaned and rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Bucky sighed against you and hid his face in your shoulder again. “Am not.” He sleepily chimed in. 

You noticed Sam looking at Clint, the two grinning mischievously. “Don’t.” Steve warned, raising an eyebrow, pointing his spoon at the two trouble makers. He already knew what was about to happen.

But it was too late. The two had set their plan in motion. “So, Y/N, I was thinking we could train together later.” Sam said as he took a sip of his orange juice, his playful gaze set on the brooding and intimidating man behind you.

Bucky’s head shot up and his eyes landed on Sam. “She most certainly will not. She only trains with me so I know she’s not getting hurt.” Bucky said with a much rougher tone. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and you sighed, finding it ridiculous how they were pushing Bucky.

The three men laughed together at Bucky’s reaction. “And overprotective too!” Tony piped, holding his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. Your mouth was hanging open, you were so shocked. “Enough! He isn’t clingy! And his protectiveness isn’t even that bad!” You defended Bucky once again. You hopped off of your stool and pulled Bucky along to your bedroom, leaving the others behind.

You sighed as you stepped into your room and Bucky was silent, his hand slipping out of yours. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered softly, so much so, you almost didn’t hear it. You turned to face Bucky and gasped. “Do not apologize! Bucky, they’re just-just being idiots.” You groaned, walking up to Bucky.

Your arms slithered around his waist and his hands held your cheeks. “I just like having you with me.” Bucky said quietly, his blue eyes looking back and forth between yours. You smiled and leaned up on your toes to give him a kiss.

“Next time they tease you, it will be the last time.”


You were currently washing the dishes. Bucky was leaning against the counter beside you, his arms crossed and his shoe nudged against your sock covered foot. The small contact made you giddy inside. Bucky had a small smile on his face as he watched you clean the dishes. He offered to help but you insisted on doing them yourself.

“You don’t have to sit here and be bored, baby.” You said as you rinsed off a plate, the suds sliding off. Bucky shook his head quickly, his dark hair framing his face. “No, I wanna be beside you.” Bucky said, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and giggled, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You sighed lightly and smiled up at Bucky. “Okie dokie.” You hummed before going back to washing the dishes. Bucky visibly tensed when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. He was always alert around you, not wanting anyone to hurt you. But when he saw who it was, he still didn’t relax.

“Why are you hovering over her like that?” Clint asked Bucky, his eyebrow quirked in an amused way. Bucky’s shoe moved from your foot and you turned around, keeping your soapy wet hands in the sink. “He wants to. Now get out.” You snapped, turning back to your task.

Bucky sighed and tapped his metal fingers against the counter. “No, no. It’s alright, I should go work out anyways.” He said lowly, pressing a kiss to your head before walking away. You wanted to go after him, but instead, you turned your attention to Sam and Clint after drying your hands with a towel.

“You two better stop teasing him about this. After everything he’s been through, I’d rather him be clingy than distant. Which is what he’s doing now because you two won’t leave him alone!” You shouted as you threw the towel at Sam’s face. He caught it just in time and creased his eyebrows at you.

“We’re only joking, Y/N.” Sam said as he tossed the towel to the kitchen island. You scoffed. “It’s not funny! Either you two stop it or I’ll make your lives miserable!” You seethed at the two, smacking their arms. 

Clint shouted dramatically and Sam stared at you shocked, holding his arm. “Fine!” Sam shouted, walking out of the kitchen. Clint was mumbling to himself as he followed Sam and you rolled your eyes.

You were tired of them making Bucky feel like he was a burden. It hurt you just as much as it hurt Bucky. He was the sweetest thing and you knew you brought him comfort just as he brought you comfort. So what if he was clingy and protective over you?

You stepped out after the elevator doors opened on the gym floor, and you walked down the hallway to the gym doors. Bucky was sitting on the weight bench, lifting a weight with his flesh hand, his bicep flexing as he lifted. His eyes were focused on the mat, sweat already trickling down his forehead. You slowly approached him and stood in front of him.

“They won’t mess with you anymore.” You said softly, watching Bucky continue to lift the weight. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “They’re right.” He grunted, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You frowned and shook your head. “No, they’re not. Bucky, I’d rather you be clingy than distant.” You stepped closer to him, resting your hand on his that held the weight.

Bucky set it down on the mat and sighed, wiping his hand on his sweats. “Y/N, I could back off sometimes. ” He replied sadly, his blue eyes moving from yours to his shoes. You lifted your hands to his cheeks, making him look at you, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Bucky, I would die if I went five minutes without being with you.” You whispered, wiping his hair off of his sticky forehead. His heart fluttered as your fingertips outlined his jaw.

His hands rested on your hips and he gave you a small smile, lightly squeezing you. “Don’t go dyin’ on me, Doll. I love you too much.” Bucky said, making you blush like before. You giggled and Bucky hummed at the sound, pulling you closer to him. You straddled his lap and gently pressed your lips to his. Bucky’s hands held you closer than ever, your chests pressed against each others, your breath mingling together, hands grasping at one another.

You pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, leaning your forehead on Bucky’s. “I love you too, Bucky. You’re not clingy, I promise.” You said softly, playing with his hair. He nodded, gently grazing his nose back and forth against yours. “Overprotective?” He questioned softly as he squeezed you again.

You shook your head and laughed softly. “Not at all. But, you don’t have to take every bullet for me.” You said with a quirked eyebrow. Bucky pulled away from you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I can’t risk losing you.” Bucky mumbled, his metal thumb pressing into the skin of your waist. “You won’t.” You said, resting your hand on Bucky’s cheek.

Bucky sighed and pulled you in for a hug, his arms holding onto you so tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. “You’re stuck with me.” You added with a giggle. You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. “I’m fine with that.” Bucky said with a wide smile.

Note: I hope you like this. omfg. .c

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amour

pairing: jeff atkins / reader

genre: smut (lol someone needs to tape my hands in prayer form bc I NEED IT)

description: jeff wins the championship game and as the great girlfriend that u are… u know..u do some cool tricks…HAHAHAHA

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{PART 26} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook attempts to do the impossible; keep Yoongi under control for as long as he can in his own Manor. But, after an unsuspecting escalation - everything ends in tears…and blood.

“How sobering it is, to love something that evil can corrupt”

  • || Warning: This chapter contains violence and some scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 25} {Part 26} {Part 27}

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Imagine:

Tom is working in a film with you. He is attracted to you but he struggles with the fact that you are much younger than him. During a hot scene between you two, he gets a boner, later you tease him about it and in response he kisses you and ends up fucking you.

{ By: Anon } 

Kissing, Interrupted.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?

Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).

Word Count: 1,479

A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.


Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.

For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up. 

Hey, it happens… right?

Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”

Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.

And don’t even get started on boys.

Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.

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evidence that david wymack is the best character in this entire series, part ii

part i

The Raven King

  • Wymack didn’t care if he had nine Foxes or twenty-five. He’d stand behind them until the bitter, bloody end.
  • “Last I checked Andrew doesn’t like you,” Wymack said.
    • “He still doesn’t,” Neil said, but he didn’t bother to explain.
    • “Interesting.”
  • “Abby wrote me a speech to give you this afternoon. It sounded nice, had lots of stuff about courage and loss and coming together in everyone’s time of need. I tore it up and tossed it in the trash can beside my desk.”
  • Wymack cleared his throat and scratched a hand through his short hair. “Look. Shit happened. Shit’s going to keep happening. You don’t need me to tell you life isn’t fair. You’re here because you know it isn’t.”
  • “I want you on the court in light gear in five minutes or I’ll sign you all up for a marathon.”
  • “I don’t pay for electricity in this place so you can stand around and gossip.”
  • “Andrew Joseph Minyard, what the flying fuck have you done this time?”
  • “Answers now, Aaron,” Wymack said.
    • “I don’t know,” Aaron said.
    • “My ass you don’t.”
  • They were all on time, but Wymack and Abby were conspicuously absent.”
  • “Get your gear and get out of my locker room.”
  • He looked the other way because he knew how badly some of them needed their escapes to survive.
  • It was apparently better to be uncomfortable but safe than to trust a stranger with his fractured team.
  • “Last I checked this was a team meeting, not a gossip circle.”
  • “If any of you so much as look at the Terrapins on your way past their benches I’ll let you walk home from here.”
  • “Some people are just hardwired to be stupid.”
  • Neil had never seen Wymack smile like this. It was small but fierce, as angry as it was proud.
  • “Why did you pay for stalls, Coach?”
    • Wymack lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Maybe I knew you’d need them one day.”
  • Nicky pulled the window down to yell insults, but Wymack threatened him into silence.
  • Wymack pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag and put it down beside Kevin. “You have ten seconds to inhale as much of this as you can. I’m timing you. Go.”
  • Wymack turned on Neil. “Did you or did you not tell me you weren’t going to start a fight?”
  • “What can I do?” Wymack asked.
    • …”I don’t know,” Neil said.
    • “When you know, tell me.”
  • “Go forth,” Wymack told his Foxes. “Have fun. Or don’t. I don’t care. Just no more fighting, you got me?”
  • “Andrew spent that night here with me. At first I figured he was mad at Kevin for lying to him, but he was more worked up about you.”
  • “I didn’t ask for an apology, wiseass.”
  • Wymack stared at him for an endless minute, then said too quietly, “The fuck did you just say to me?”
  • “He chose to cross a line. You didn’t. You hear me? You didn’t. Don’t ever blame yourself for Seth’s death.”
  • Wymack kept Neil away from the microphone, not trusting Neil to behave himself.
  • “Five points or twenty-six miles. Do the math and decide which one makes you happier.”
  • “Let’s do this,” he said. “The sooner we kill these bastards, the sooner we can get roaring drunk at Abby’s place. I spent all damned morning stocking her fridge.”
  • “I have a cleaning crew coming in tomorrow to wash the Raven stench off our court. Let’s get the hell out of here and get wasted.”
  • “Neil,” Wymack said. “Between you and me, I don’t think you’ve ever been fine.”
  • “Nicky tried to hug Andrew and almost got himself staked with a kitchen knife.”
  • “Speaking of unpredictable assholes, when did that happen?”
    • “When did what?” Neil asked.
    • Wymack eyed him. “Forget it.”
  • “Figure out what you two need to cope with this, and let us know.”
  • “I want one lap for every time you’ve ever said the NCAA’s never had your back.”
    • “Oh, Jesus,” Nicky said. “We’ll be running all day.”
    • “Better get started, then,” Wymack said. “Move out, maggots.”
  • “Be here at six o’clock tomorrow morning,” Wymack said. “We’ve got a game to win Friday.”
  • [Nicky]: “I can’t understand you. That’s not fair.”
    • “Think about that the next time you use German at my practices,” Wymack said.
  • Wymack came out of nowhere and hauled Neil off Riko like he weighed nothing at all.
  • Wymack answered on the fourth ring. “You have a good reason to be bothering me on a holiday?”
  • “He sounds like Neil,” Wymack said, “but he doesn’t look like him. I’ll take your explanation from the top and without a side order of bullshit, thanks.”
  • He stopped fighting to get free; the hands that had been trying to wrench Wymack’s arms off him now held on for dear life.
  • “Can I let go of you and trust you to behave, or are you going to try and cut your face off again?”
  • Wymack didn’t say anything about the scars… He just checked Neil over with a clinical eye and poked at every line of stitches for weaknesses.
  • “He gave me a contract but I wouldn’t sign it. He couldn’t make me sign it. This doesn’t mean anything. I’m still a Fox.”
    • “Of course you are,” Wymack said.

and of course, mine and everyone else’s personal favorite:

  • “Help me,” he said through gritted teeth.”
    • “Let me,” Wymack shot back.