The Dream
Yet looking behind and shocked as i saw the coach was hot on my heels, quickly caught up to me, just screaming "faster faster!!"
TS: Chapter 5
The coach was waiting for me--by that, i mean he actively blocked my path to get around him. "yes, coach?" i asked innocently.
Coach Dynamics
Tom and Jayce have a dynamic hard to replicate. Work Text: Tom was sitting on the couch. After a long hike he found Jayce was still asleep. Normally he'd ask him to join him and Maccon, but after a grueling day of exams he decided to let...
"The Thin Line," Part AA
I was curled up in a corner of the coach, next to a window and underneath a coach-blanket.
Swimming in Grey - Chapter 1
coach rick, the varsity team coach and the head coach of the entire swim team. the other two where coach terra and coach brian, terra taking control of junior varsity girls and brian with the junior varsity boys.
High School Days Ch5: Locker Room Blues
coach townson was the assistant head coach, his second in command as it were.
Never Too Late To Learn
He picked up the intercom and calmly announced, "coach rubin, report to the principal's office. coach rubin to the principal's office." down in the gymnasium, the coach cringed hearing the order.
BWOAH Chapter 1
Hey wait, there's coach. [to coach b] coach, what stretches do you want us to do? coach b: 30 of the regular stretches. commodore: got it coach. [to ariana] i've never actually thought about what i would be.
The Draft
"i'll try, coach," lucas said. "but uhh...it's kinda up to _them_." the coaches laughed. lucas joined them, but noticed the jesters's coach was the only silent one in the room.
The Sleepover
The coach asked. before casper could answer he was on the floor and coach hogan was typing some sort of code into the system. the keypad beeped and coach hogan wrenched the locker door before casper could even think to stop him. "aww look at this."
Intro - acception into the team
Not like he knew where it was anyway, walking in the coach had looked at him. "ah there he is!" the tigress yelled as the young wolf walked toward the team. -is that our coach? a girl?
Inflatabull
I scratched the base of my horns, "yeah, well coach..." "son, you don't have to call me, i'm not your coach here. in here, call me mr. larson....or god...whichever you prefer."