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incorrect911argoship · 2 months
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*The 118 running laps around the station*
Ravi, running: Slow down, Buck, I can’t ketchup!
Buck, not slowing down: You’ll just have to use all the strength you can mustard.
Chim: I was happy I convinced Ravi to come back but now I think I made a mistake.
Hen: I told you the "drill sergeant persona" Ravi had with those recruits at the academy was inspired by Buck.
Chim: I didn't want to believe it.
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nicholasnelsons · 2 years
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rip ravi i know you would have immediately grabbed that saw out of buck’s hand the minute he grabbed it out of fear for everyone’s life
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daisies-daydreams · 11 months
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Sweet Girl (Daddy!Ghost x F!Brat!Reader)
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Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Edging/Orgasm Denial, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie, Clit Play, Manhandling, Squirting, Uses of "Daddy" and "Baby Girl" Word Count: 1,126
Summary: Simon edging his girl. ;)
Author's Note: I woke up and chose horny today. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Reader is a soldier in 141 (undefined rank).
MINORS/AGLESS BLOGS DNI
“Simon, please,” you wheezed, hot tears streaming down your red cheeks. He pumped his cock into you slowly, his thick length dragging across your soaked, sensitive walls. You felt everything: every vein, every ridge of his shaft, every dip and curve of his tip as he pushed himself in and out of you. Simon’s chest rumbled as he observed your pouting lip and misty eyes. God, he loved it when you were completely cockdrunk like this.
“No can do, lovie,” Simon growled as he spread your legs even wider with his rough hands. You gasped, limbs softening like putty in his palms. He's been edging you for an hour straight, bringing you to the precipice of your high only to snatch it away at the last second.
You gained his ire after you shared one too many flirty quips with Johnny after a mission. Simon knew you were a good soldier, a good girl...his girl. But every so often, you'd get that mischievous glint in your eye and do something that made his resolve snap in half. Today was one of those days. The way you batted your lashes and played with your hair when you spoke to Sergeant MacTavish made something feral burn and rise within him. Later, after both of you stepped through the door of Simon's quarters, he led you to the couch.
You squeaked when he suddenly ripped your pants and panties off with his bare hands. Your legs were spread wide as your hips were pulled to rest on the edge of the middle cushion. You shuddered when your lower lips grazing over his clothed erection. Simon was determined to mark you, to cover you in hickeys and bitemarks until your body looked like a tapestry woven of purple and red. He wanted to see you unravel beneath him, to drown in a pool of pure ecstasy as he filled you to the brim with his hard length.
But there was something else. Yes, you were his good, sweet girl...but you still acted rashly today. And rash actions are cause for some form of discipline.
"This isn't easy for me, too," Simon huffed as he continued his slow, agonizing pace. You moaned out something incoherent, mind turned to mush from his cock relentlessly molding your cunt to the shape of it. "I want to cum inside this perfect cunt so badly," Simon grunted, his hands roughly squeezing the inside of your thighs. "But daddy's gotta teach you a lesson," he panted with a dark gaze.
Your thighs quaked as your walls suddenly fluttered around his girth, some of your slick bubbling where your sexes were snugly joined. Simon immediately paused, knowing that you were so close to your sweet release. You pound your fists on the couch cushions next to you as your lips curled into a sneer.
“SIMON!” you whined, your legs coming up to wrap themselves around his lower back. He eyed you, his mask pulled up just enough for you to see a shit-eating grin cross his stubbled face. You felt like you were being torn apart at the seams, your core tight and painful as it wound into a searing knot.
“Yes, love?” your boyfriend piqued. More tears were pushed from your eyes as he ever so slightly bucked his hips forward. A hot bolt of bliss struck through your cunt, causing you to whimper. Everything felt more sensitive, each of your nerve endings lit on fire from your orgasm being denied again and again and again.
“I need to cum, need to cum so so bad!" you pleaded, resisting the urge to spear yourself on his cock. Simon scanned you, taking in how you were nearly folded in half, how your breasts jiggled each time you drew in a deep breath. He hummed.
“Think you’re ready to be my good girl again, hm?” Simon grunted, his fingers slipping from your thigh to rest just above your bundle of nerves. You nodded your head, nearly hitting his broad chest from how harsh your movements were.
“YES! Yes, I’m ready to be a good girl. Please daddy, please let me cum!” you sobbed. Simon clicked his tongue as he positioned himself, his fingers pushing down on your clit.
“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” he groaned. Before you knew it he was pistoning his dick in and out of your sopping wet cunt. You keened and clenched your hands on his muscular forearms, your nails pressing deep marks into his tattooed skin. He drew deep, slow circles around your clit. You drooled as his hard cock turned your insides into mush, each drag of his length sending you plummeting into a euphoric tension. “Come on, baby girl. You can do it. Cum for me,” he growled with a sharp snap of his hips as his other hand pressed down on your lower belly.
You released an ear-piercing wail as your body shook, a bright light drowning your vision. Your orgasm tore through you like a tidal wave, brutally battering you with surge after surge of violent bliss. Simon’s voice was muffled, your mind overwhelmed with the warm sensation flooding every inch of your trembling body. Your walls sucked in his cock so tightly, drawing him in closer to your womb as he stilled inside of you. Your pussy was an absolute mess: puffy lips swollen, your hole stretched wide as you squirted over your thighs and Simon’s rough abdomen.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” you heard his muffled voice gasp. You blinked slowly, the room spinning as your vision came back to you. His hand was still leaning on your stomach, cock twitching as it released the last few strings of warm cum into your spasming pussy. You squealed when his teeth grazed your neck before he pressed hungry kisses up to your lips. You latched your arms around his neck while he picked you up and spun the both of you around. He sat down on the couch, keeping you on his lap. Simon sighed as your pussy hugged and warmed his cock. You blushed at the feeling of his cum trickling from where he kept himself plugged into you.
“Did so well, baby. Look at how wet you were for daddy,” Simon murmured as he guided your chin to look down. You gasped at the mess you’ve made. Your eyes widened at the sight of his soaked V-lines, your slick dribbling down into the dark patch of hair that rested above his sheathed length. You dipped your head into his shoulder, a red heat burning from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. Simon chuckled, bringing you into a tight embrace.
“Such a sweet girl…my girl,” he whispered softly.
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Something There (Chapter 3)
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Roy Kent x Reader
Warnings: Language, some angst, putting the "enemies" in "enemies-to-lovers", some sexual references, more childish arguments between adults who clearly want each other
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“Oi! Coach Buck! Need a hand?”
“Thanks Jamie.” I smiled as I handed my duffel bag to a smiling Jamie Tartt. Just as I was about to ask where he got his adorable headband a gruff voice barked out-
“Whistle!”
With a groan, I turned my attention to the middle of the parking lot, which was full of Whippets and Greyhounds, who, up until a moment ago, were mingling and chattering as they loaded their luggage onto the two team buses. In the center of it all stood Rebecca, still managing to look like an absolute goddess in her ponytail and activewear that probably cost more than I could ever afford, and Roy, standing like a drill sergeant in a black tracksuit, scowling at everyone. If I didn’t know him, I’d think he was just angry to be in a parking lot at six in the morning with two professional soccer teams who were acting more like teens going on an overnight trip. But, knowing Roy Kent, that was just his stupid, rugged face.
Rebecca plastered on a smile as everyone turned in their direction. “Thank you, Roy,” she hummed. She turned to the two teams. “Good morning, all!” Everyone called back either mumbled or enthusiastic greetings- nothing in between, although I did notice that most people seemed excited. “Right, so thank you all for being on time. We are just about ready to head on out. But we thought, in the spirit of this weekend, that we shouldn’t all be on our separate buses. Instead, you will be seated with someone from the other team, Greyhounds and Whippets.” There was a pleased buzz among the players. “Just a way to start getting to know each other and becoming that united Richmond community I know we can be.” With those last words, her eyes pointed meaningfully at Roy and then me.
It was all a bit embarrassing. There was no secret at Nelson Road that the reason for the “First Annual Pre-Season Retreat” was because of us. It had become something of a joke. Someone even tried to start calling us “lovebirds” after Rebecca’d screamed at us in the hallway, but Roy had very quickly put a stop to that with just a growl. Of course, no one could stop Lucas from making those same jokes to me in private as we watched Lust Conquers All at my place.
“So, Whippets, you’ll report to your dear Coach Lucas-” Rebecca pointed at Lucas, who stood between the buses holding a drawstring bag. “-and you’ll pull out the name of one of the Greyhounds. Once you have your seat partner, you can start climbing aboard.” She offered me that same tight smile she’d had that day in her office after she screamed at Roy and me. “Coach Buck, why don’t you lead by example?”
Praying my blush wasn’t as bright as it felt, I made my way to Lucas, who looked suspiciously chipper as I dipped my hand into the bag. I felt around the papers before grabbing one, praying I’d get Jamie, or Dani, or Sam, or Nate, literally anyone but-
“Roy Kent,” I read flatly, narrowing my eyes at the still-grinning Lucas. “This thing’s fucking rigged,” I grumbled.
“Of course it’s rigged,” confirmed Rebecca, who I hadn’t realized had moved towards the buses. “You two are the whole reason we’re here in the first place. Now on you go.” She gestured towards the Whippets’ bus. “Any two seats as long as they’re together.” She turned to Lucas. “Go ahead and put the real papers in, please.”
I watched with utmost betrayal (and a little admiration) as Lucas emptied out the bag- which I now realized was full of papers just bearing Roy’s name- and filled it with fresh pages, which held the names of people I’d actually want to sit with.
Roy, whose pained expression probably matched my own, scowled down at me as we headed towards the bus doors. “You don’t get fucking carsick, do you?”
“Nope.” What the fuck?
He nodded. “Good. We’re sitting in the back. Dunno about your team, but mine’s annoying as fuck on road trips, and I want to be as far away from them as possible.” He stomped up the steps, not bothering to glance back to see if I was following him. I let out a deep breath and adjusted my backpack on my shoulder.
When I stepped onto the bus, Roy was already sitting in the very back, arms crossed and eyes focused on the window. Because, obviously, he took the window seat. With a huff, I plopped down next to him, stuffing my backpack between my feet.
“Coach! Can we sit with you?” Jamie had stepped onto the bus, followed by Kira, the Whippets’ newly dubbed captain.
“No!” Roy barked, rolling his eyes.
Despite Roy’s answer, Jamie and Kira sat down in front of us, with Jamie assuring Kira that Coach Kent was just joking. He turned and sat up on his knees to look over the seats at us while the rest of the bus filled up.
“Coach, can we roast marshmallows tonight?”
Roy looked comically disgusted, either by Jamie’s suggestion or the simple fact that the striker was talking to him. “Fuck no.” He turned back to the window.
Jamie pouted and turned his attention to me. “Coach Buck would let us roast marshmallows, wouldn’t ya, Coach?”
“That’s more Rebecca’s call, she’s the one planning this thing,” I reminded him. “Besides, did you even bring marshmallows?”
“Oh, no.”
With a grunt, Roy looked back at us. “Then this is a fucking pointless conversation, isn’t it?”
Jamie lit up again. “Sam brought the marshmallows, actually. I was in charge of chocolate.”
Roy’s eyes narrowed at his player before he looked back at me. “’m taking a fucking nap. If I wake up with a dick Sharpied on my face, I will make sure to find a lake to throw all of your clothes into.”
“I’d be doing you a favor,” I muttered like a child, folding my arms and slouching. “A dick on your face would distract from what a dick you are.”
He opened his mouth to retort, but the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted us. In unison, we looked up to see Rebecca, eyebrow arched as she gazed down at us. Fuck, that was the exact face my mom would make when she had to pick me up in the principal’s office.
“Jamie, could you keep an eye on the gaffers here? Make sure there’s no fighting?”
The striker nodded earnestly, clearly intent taking his job seriously. “You got it, boss.”
Next to me, Roy snorted. “What, you don’t want to do babysit us yourself?”
“Oh, no,” Rebecca scoffed. “I’ll be on the other bus. I am not subjecting myself to the two of you for the next two hours.” With that, she whipped around and strutted off the bus, offering us a teasing wave before climbing down the stairs.
I slumped further down in my seat, determined not to look at Roy for what I knew would be the longest two hours of my life.
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Roy wasn’t sure how long he’d been napping. He just knew that when he opened his eyes, there were trees everywhere, the sky was overcast, the players had finally stopped singing Taylor Swift songs, and someone’s head was on his shoulder.
He looked down out of the corner of his eyes. Her eyes were closed, and her eyebrows were scrunched, and the way her lips twitched made Roy wonder what she could be dreaming about. Him? She’d probably say that was a fucking nightmare.
A small, idiotic part of Roy wanted her to stay there, close to him. Wrapping an arm around her was almost fucking tempting, especially when she shifted closer and he caught a whiff of- was that lavender? Fuck, why did she always smell nice? Another part of him- the logical part, he assured himself- wanted to wake her up by shoving her off of himself and chastising her for drooling on him.
But the part of him that didn’t want Jamie fucking Tartt to narc on him decided just to pretend he was still napping and sit up a little, gently, so that she would slowly wake up, realize how fucking close she was to him, and get the fuck off of him. So, that was what Roy did.
Sure enough, as soon as he shifted, her eyes fluttered open. Quickly, she pulled herself away from Roy, checking that he was still asleep- or at least appeared so. Relieved to see his eyes closed, she turned her face towards the aisle, hoping none of the players had seen her admittedly embarrassing moment.
That stupid part of Roy missed her warmth.
After a bit, figuring she wouldn’t suspect a thing, Roy pretended to wake up, wondering why he fucking cared so much going through all this trouble to save her the embarrassment of being caught using his shoulder as a pillow.He glanced over at her; as if she could feel his gaze, she turned in his direction, her cheeks growing in color the moment their eyes met.
“Don’t worry,” she hummed, cool as ever. “Didn’t draw a dick on you. Couldn’t find my Sharpie.”
Instead of the small chuckle that grew in his chest, Roy gave a little grunt of acknowledgement before pressing his forehead to the cool window, not sure what he’d do if he kept looking at her, in those leggings and that cozy-looking fleece jacket with the little Whippets logo embroidered right over her heart. He spent the rest of the bus ride sitting like that, watching the trees whizz by, listening as Jamie turned around and engaged her in an animated conversation about the places she’d visited in England so far, with both of them giggling when Jamie mentioned that club. Roy’s ears grew white-hot as he remembered that night when all three of them were there. Fucking idiot.
What if he’d been in a good mood that night? If he’d smiled and helped a pretty stranger order her drink? If he’d asked where she was from and discovered she was American? If he inquired about what brought her to England and discovered who she was? Hell, what if he’d done his homework and read the damn report Keeley had written? He’d have recognized her immediately and probably put in the effort to introduce himself. Maybe even bought her that drink, welcome her to Richmond. And they’d smile at each other at work and have pleasant conversations and chat as they ran on the treadmills at the end of the day and share the Dog Track like mature adults and maybe one day, down the road, Roy would ask what she was up to some weekend and if she would maybe be interested in-
Nope. Nope. Shut the fuck up, Roy. Just keep staring at the fucking trees.
When the bus finally arrived at the campground, Roy did some quick math, and realized they’d napped together for about forty minutes. Forty minutes of her sleeping with her head on his shoulder, their faces just centimeters away from each other without anyone shouting or arguing.
Not that it fucking mattered.
Everyone loaded off the buses, chattering excitedly. Finding a good opportunity to put some space between them after the too-close bus ride, Roy helped unload the luggage from the Whippets’ bus, relishing the chance to throw Jamie’s bright pink leather duffel bag in his face.
Once everyone had their belongings, Rebecca waved to get everyone’s attention, projecting her voice in a way that impressed even the gaffers. “Right then. So, we have just a short trek to the cabins. Ladies will be one way, gentlemen the other, and coaches-” The coaching staff perked up. “We’ll be in the middle.”
Roy threw his head back as Rebecca warned the players against turning the weekend into the Olympic Village, which caused more than a few Greyhounds to pout. All of the coaches would be sharing a cabin? More of this co-ed shit? Sharing with anyone would be bad enough, Roy would rather sleep on the fucking bus than have to listen to Coach Beard’s snoring, but having to spend his weekend sleeping in the same room as-
“You know you’re in the way.”
“Fucking seriously?” He turned around and glared at the coach as she adjusted her duffel bag on her shoulder, ponytail bouncing like she was in a fucking shampoo commercial. “There’s an entire fucking forest. Just fucking go around me.”
Jamie Tartt clicked his tongue as he walked by. “Careful, you two, or I’ll have to tell Rebecca you’re bickerin’ again.”
“Fuck off, Tartt,” Roy grumbled, just as Coach Buck muttered, “Can it, Jamie.” The two coaches blinked at one another before following the group along the path, neither of them saying anything more as they walked side by side.
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“Bunk beds. Of course it’s fucking bunk beds.” Roy Kent scowled and dropped his bag on the cabin floor, right in front of the doorway.
“Seriously, Kent?” I groaned, glaring down at his stupid duffel bag. “Move your fucking bag.”
He rolled his eyes, but nevertheless Roy picked his bag back up and moved further into the cabin. I followed him in, tossing my own bag onto the closest bunk I could find. Slowly the other coaches and Rebecca filed in, all carrying their luggage.
Sitting on one of the bottom bunks, Roy scowled. “Any chance I’m allowed to sleep outside and hope a fucking badger mauls me?”
Before I could second that idea, Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Roy, I will assign you and your shit knee to a top bunk if you don’t watch it. Besides,” she continued, “just think of this as one big sleepover. We’ll stay up late, tell ghost stories, share our deepest secrets, and drink the booze I know Coach Beard has in his backpack.”
“Moonshine always makes me feel better when I’m feeling a little homesick,” Beard explained, winking in my direction. I grinned back.
“Right,” Rebecca hummed. “Well, we are all meeting in that big open space once we’re settled in.” She checked her watch. “Doctor Sharon should be arriving soon.”
Nate lit up as he unzipped his suitcase. “Doctor Sharon’s coming?”
Rebecca nodded. “She’ll be running this weekend basically. She’s kind enough to drive back and forth to be with us.”
“We could’ve just driven back and forth?” Roy groaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck!”
I scoffed as Lucas tossed his own bag on the bunk above mine. “You really think Rebecca’d give us that option?”
“No one fucking asked you,” he mumbled, loud enough that only we could hear.
Lucas gripped my shoulders and steered me towards the doors. “Why don’t we head on out before Rebecca schedules you two some couple’s counseling, hmm?”
About thirty minutes later, both teams were assembled in the amphitheater behind the coaches’ cabin, listening as Doctor Sharon explained what the weekend would consist of.
“… and I did make sure to schedule time for team-building games,” she was saying, which was rewarded with a giant whoop from Isaac McAdoo. “Now, there will be a block of time in the afternoons where you’re able to train with your coaches-” She gestured towards us. “-and I will be set up to meet with anyone who just needs to talk one-on-one during that time.”
My eyes wandered as Doctor Sharon continued to talk about the small groups we’d all been assigned to. It was almost impressive to see the Greyhounds pay such attention; they could be absolute toddlers sometimes with all that energy, but apparently something about Doctor Sharon commanded their respect and attention. She and I had only said hello a couple of times, but already I liked her no-nonsense attitude.
As I continued looking around, a pair of brown eyes locked with mine across the amphitheater. Fucking Roy Kent, making me spend my weekend here, I thought with an instinctive scowl, which was quickly returned by the bearded man.
“Hey,” Lucas hissed as he elbowed me. “Stop undressing that man with your eyes. I don’t care about how much you want to run your hands through his chest hair and let him have his way with you. You are in public, Bucky.”
I broke the staring contest to gape at Lucas. “Quit saying shit like that! Someone’s going to fucking hear you one of these days.”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s not exactly a huge secret. Everyone knows you two want to shag.” He loved using British slang now, especially when he was being obnoxious. “Well, except maybe you two.”
“Luke, I swear to-”
“So, go ahead and get into your groups,” Doctor Sharon was saying. “And we’ll start our ice breaker.”
Lucas stood and pulled me up with him. “Gee, I wonder who’s in your group.”
“Bite me,” I grumbled as I left him to walk over to Dani, who I knew was in my small group based on the lists Rebecca had given everyone.
“Hola, Coach Bucky!” he greeted with that dazzling smile. “I am so excited that we are in the same group for this weekend!”
I couldn’t help but return his infectious grin. “It’ll be fun,” I agreed. Of course, I immediately regretted my words when Roy strode over to us, already frowning.
“Can’t believe we’re in the same fucking group,” he muttered, crossing his arms.
“Really?” I scoffed as Kira, Olivia, one of my defenders, and a couple more Greyhounds- Colin Hughes and Richard Montlaur- strolled over. “You think Rebecca wouldn’t use this as an opportunity to punish us even more?”
He only growled in response, which I’d realized was his way of admitting that I was right about something without actually telling me I was right. Fucking idiot. Against my will, Lucas had given me the lowdown on Roy Kent’s romantic history; how the hell did he get models and actresses to sleep with him? He was so damn weird.
Okay, well he had been a successful soccer player and was a pretty solid coach now. Which meant he was famous. And probably pretty wealthy. And obviously in shape. And I could see how some people would think he was attractive in a rugged, lumberjack kind of way way. And even I had to admit that there was something kind of sexy about that growling way he spoke-
Realizing I was staring at Roy still, I turned my attention to the players who’d joined us. “Hey Colin, how ya doing?”
He nodded. “Good, good. Just kind of cold.” He rubbed his bare arms.
Before I could point out his lack of jacket, Doctor Sharon called for everyone’s attention. “Right. Just to start things off simply, we are going to play Human Knot. It’s a great way to practice cooperation and communication. So, please, circle up, grab hands, and, well, you know the rest.”
Our group did as we were told, quickly thrusting our hands into the center and grabbing whoever we could. The next few minutes were full of tugging and climbing over arms and ducking under arms. Despite Roy’s growling, I found myself having fun, laughing with the players as we tried to solve our self-made puzzle, determined to be the first group finished. It wasn’t until we were nearly done that I realized whose hand was holding in my left.
“Whoo! Bucky!” Lucas called across the field as my group spread out into a perfect circle, finished with our game.
Roy’s eyes were fixed on our joined hands, a scowl on his bearded face. I wondered if my hand was warm in his, like his felt in mine. Not that it mattered; the moment Doctor Sharon declared our team the winners of the game, he yanked his hand out of mine, nearly ripping my arm off in the process.
“Dick,” I hissed, rubbing my now sore shoulder.
“Priss,” he shot back, rolling his eyes.
“How are we doing here, coaches?” Rebecca, who’d appeared with the stealth of a ninja, clapped her hands on our shoulders, beaming at us with scrutiny behind her eyes, daring either of us to complain.
In unison, we both plastered on fake smiles and chirped, “Great!”
When everyone was dismissed for lunch, Roy watched as she waved goodbye to everyone except him, then went on her merry way to Lucas so they could walk to the dining hall together, hating the feeling he got in his stomach as he watched her figure stroll away.
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It was the longest fucking morning of Roy Kent’s life. He’d had to play childish icebreaker games, do a fucking relay race that killed his knee, and sit in some fucking hippie circle talking about what it means to be a good listener or some shit. Worst of all, he had to do all of it while trying not to stare at the only other coach in his group.
“How’s it going?”
Because this was shaping up to also be the worst day of Roy Kent’s life, Jamie had appeared at Roy’s side; Roy wondered if the striker had caught him staring at the Whippets’ manager.
When Roy only grunted in response, Jamie continued talking as the two men began walking. “Boy, you really got it bad for Coach Buck, don’t ya?”
Roy stopped in his tracks, fists clenched at his side. “The fuck did you just say?”
Jamie cocked his head. “Coach Buck. You like her, right?” Receiving no answer, Jamie shrugged and kept walking; Roy reluctantly followed suit. “I mean, I don’t blame ya. She’s mad fit and smart and obviously likes football and she’s the only person I’ve ever seen get under your skin more than I do.”
“I don’t fucking like her,” Roy spat, glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to hear Jamie’s lunacy. “Can’t fucking stand her, actually. And the feeling’s mutual so don’t worry about me hurting her fucking feelings.”
A small O formed on Jamie’s lips. “Oh fuck, you’re in complete denial then? Shit, I thought you were just trying to keep it a secret until you figured out how she feels.” He patted his coach’s back. “Let me know when you realize you fancy her so we can have a proper chat, yeah?”
Not bothering to wait for Roy’s inevitably expletive-filled answer, Jamie jogged ahead, slowing down so he could walk backwards while chatting with a trio of Whippets.
Finally alone, Roy sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. You’re in complete denial then? Fucking Jamie Tartt, he really was stupider than he looked. Roy didn’t like her; on the contrary, he thought she was the most infuriating person he’d ever met. So fucking argumentative. He’d yet to have an actual conversation with her; how was he supposed to tolerate her, let alone like her?
Roy didn’t like her. Roy didn’t like her. Roy didn’t like her. Roy didn’t fucking like-
“Coach Kent.” Doctor Sharon offered a small smile as she approached him. “Mind if I walk with you?”
Roy cleared his throat and his mind. “That’s fine.” He bobbled his head from side to side. “Can’t believe they got you to drive up here for this shit.”
Doctor Sharon’s smile became a smirk. “Can’t believe you’re the reason for ‘this shit’, as you call it.”
“Oh no, not you too,” Roy groaned, throwing his head back. “Listen, I’m fucking sorry everyone has to give up their weekend, but come on, we all know Rebecca was the one who came up with this idea, fucking blame her.” He shrugged. “She could’ve just sent us to go do some fucking mediation with you and be done with it.”
The doctor shook her head. “Roy, this is about more than the two of you. This is about two teams becoming a community. It’s something Ms. Welton feels quite strongly about. She wants the Whippets to be successful, and she thinks having the Greyhounds in their corner is a key part of that. You can understand that, right?”
Roy shrugged. “Fucking guess so,” he mumbled as they approached the dining hall.
“And it doesn’t help things when her two managers are at each other’s throats all the time, does it?” Doctor Sharon asked pointedly.
“No,” Roy admitted with a defeated sigh as they joined the line for food.
Once they’d loaded their trays with whatever food Roy couldn’t be bothered to try to identify, Roy heard someone call his name. When he turned, he saw Coach Lucas waving at him from a table with all the coaches and Rebecca; only one of them looked annoyed at the sight of him.
“Come on, then,” Doctor Sharon said as she nudged Roy. “Good opportunity for you two to practice being civil.”
Roy reluctantly followed Doctor Sharon to the coaches’ table, grunting as they were greeted. Internally, he groaned when he realized he was sitting directly across from the Americans.
While everyone ate, Roy did his best to focus on Beard sitting to his right, he really did. But he kept feeling his gaze shift across the table, where he’d catch glimpses of her smiling, laughing, joking. He especially hated the way his eyes lingered on her mouth when she sipped her water through the straw of her water bottle; even without her red lipstick, he couldn’t help the way his eyes continually settled there, wondering if those lips were as soft as they looked.
“Roy? Did you hear what I said?”
Blinking and praying to whatever deity was listening that no one had caught him ogling, Roy turned to look at Nate on Beard’s other side. “What?”
Nate leaned forward. “Rebecca was telling us about a nearby field we can use for training. D’you want me to go ahead and set up cones to make the pitch?”
 Roy nodded. “Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”
The lips he really wished were out of his eyeline started moving. “You want some help Nate?” Her eyes flickered to Roy for a brief moment. “We’ll be using it too, after all.”
“That would be lovely, thanks Coach!” Nate beamed and picked up his plate. “Ready to go?”
“Absolutely.” Her eyes returned to Roy as she grabbed her plate. She stood up and stared at him for a moment, head slightly tilted. It was an unreadable stare, one that didn’t hold her usual fiery anger. It was a look that made Roy’s stupid heart flutter for a brief moment.
Of course, she couldn’t know the effect she had on him. Fuck no. So, he let his eyes narrow at her suspiciously, much to the chagrin of an observant Doctor Sharon and the amusement of a perceptive Coach Beard, and was rewarded with an exasperated eyeroll.
“You’ve got fucking spaghetti sauce on your shirt, Kent,” she huffed.
Roy didn’t check his shirt until she had turned on her heel, put her plate in a stack of dirty dishes by the kitchen, and strutted out of the dining hall with Nate right behind her. It was only once she was out of sight that Roy looked down at his chest, where a small splatter of red stained the bright blue of his Richmond jacket, right above his stupid, stupid heart.
Fuck.
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As much as Rebecca wanted to torture us that weekend, she still wanted winning teams. So, after Doctor Sharon’s presentation on “healthy communication methods” (during which Roy Kent communicated his annoyance by healthily glaring at me pretty much the whole time), the teams were dismissed to go to the pitch Nate and I had set up.
“Oi.”
I turned away from Lucas, who’d been asking about our warm up. Roy towered over me, his fingers twitching slightly as he stared at me. He looked like the slightest movement would spook him, so I simply raised my eyebrows to let him know I was listening.
He cleared his throat. “If you want, we can work on the north half of the pitch. You can have the shade.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lucas’s jaw drop slightly. It was hard to blame him; Roy Kent was speaking to me civilly. Even worse, he was offering to do something nice. Nate had to have put him up to it. Or Beard. Hell, knowing Rebecca, she’d probably threatened him into it.
Not that I was going to turn it down.
“Sounds like a plan,” I replied. Lucas nudged me sharply. “Thanks,” I quietly added.
“Hmmph.” With a curt nod, Roy headed to the north side of the field, where, with an earsplitting “Whistle!”, he gathered his team.
Lucas blew his actual, physical whistle and had Kira lead the Whippets in warming up. With the team occupied, he turned to me. “Well, wasn’t that sweet,” he hummed, waggling his eyebrows.
Eyes glued to my players, I scoffed. “It was the least he could do, considering how we landed here in the first place. Besides, everyone’s chomping at the bit to rat on us if we start fighting. He’s probably just trying to make it look like he’s the bigger person.”
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Lucas laughed, turning his attention back to the team. “But hey, stay in denial, that’s fine. Just don’t come crying to me when you wake up in that man’s bed someday.”
The punch that landed on his arm would end up leaving a bruise that lasted for several days.
On the bright side, at least my assistant coach shut up and focused on practice. Sharing the field proved a bit difficult, but I found solace in the fact that Roy Kent was suffering just as much, having to pause when one of our balls ended up on their side or realizing he didn’t have enough space for a certain drill. As the afternoon came to a close, I blew my whistle and called my team over.
“Great job, all,” I declared. “I know it wasn’t our normal practice, so I really appreciate your patience.” I glanced at my watch. “You’ve got about forty minutes til dinner, so you’ve got some free time. Shower, rest. Don’t forget Doctor Sharon’s available, too.”
Kira Malone spoke up. “Actually, Coach, we’re staying out here for a bit. You’re welcome to watch if you want.”
Lucas and I exchanged looks. “Okay,” I said slowly, trying not to show my confusion.
The Whippets stayed on the field, kicking around a couple of balls. It took a moment, but I realized they were watching the Greyhounds; no, they were waiting for the Greyhounds. The moment Roy dismissed the men, they jogged over to the women, and everyone began chattering excitedly.
“What the hell are they doing?” Lucas whispered as we planted ourselves on the grass.
I shrugged. “No clue.”
Each team lined up at one end of the field, everyone looking exhilarated, bouncing on their heels and smiling. Nate strolled over to us, holding a ball in his hands.
“You two staying to watch?”
Lucas tilted his head. “What exactly are we staying to watch, Nathan?”
A knowing grin spread across the assistant coach’s face. “Oh. You’ll see. Isaac and Kira had the idea during lunch.” He turned and walked to the center circle, where he placed the ball as if a game were about to begin. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Roy and Beard standing by the goal post, watching with just as much interest and muttering to one another.
When Nate, who’d moved off the field, blew his whistle, Isaac and Kira, who were first in line, sprinted forward, racing towards the ball. Kira reached it first and began making her way towards the men’s goal; Isaac managed to steal and ball and take it the other direction. After a bit of back and forth, Isaac scored, eliciting thunderous cheers from both sides. Lucas and I exchanged glances. What the heck?
Colin Hughes and Cheri Willis competed next. Then Sam Obisanya and Sandra Finley. On and on. Eventually, every player had ran up to the ball and had a little one-on-one with a member of the other team. When Kira and Isaac ended up at the front of the line again, both lines rushed forward and, keeping their lines, exchanged giggly high-fives- as if they were children after an AYSO game instead of professional athletes.
As the players mingled and laughed, Beard and Nate made their way over to us; Roy followed, keeping his usual distance.
“Did you guys know about that?” Beard asked, eyebrows raised over his sunglasses.
We shook our heads. “You?”
Nate perked up. “Isaac told me about it during training. I guess during lunch one of the Whippets mentioned how much she liked doing playing that after practices as a kid, everyone thought it sounded like fun.” His smile turned thoughtful. “That looked like a blast for them. I had fun just watching them,” he added.
“Me too.” We all turned; there was Rebecca, watching us with an amused grin. “That is what this weekend is about.” She pointed to the players, who were beginning to make their way to cabins and showers, laughter on their lips and springs in their steps. “Respect. Collaboration. Community.” She eyed me and Roy, who’d slowly made his way over once he’d caught sight of Rebecca. “Something we could all learn, hmm?”
Roy and I turned our gazes to one another; I could tell he was trying just as hard as I was not to narrow or roll his eyes, or let out an annoyed huff, or make a snarky comment. We both knew Rebecca was waiting for us to surrender and call a truce. Maybe even pay a compliment about each other’s coaching. Hell, just a mutual nod of agreement would be enough. Just offer her some glimmer of hope that the entire season wouldn’t be all bickering and screaming.
But neither of us was willing to yield first.
“Gonna go take a fucking shower,” Roy mumbled, turning and following the players back up towards the cabin, his head ducked downward, as if he felt the same embarrassment I felt. I wondered if he was also asking himself, Why is this so fucking hard?
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Roy banged the back of his head repeatedly against the cabin wall. This was stupid. Childish. A fucking waste of time. And he wasn’t positive, but he thought it might be a human rights violation.
Despite the players’ little game and Rebecca’s “one happy family” moment after training, they’d found a new opportunity to argue: Roy had left his towel hanging from the wrong bunk. And of course, that was a fucking problem. Because everything was a fucking problem, apparently.
“Alright, I’m done!” Coach Beard scolded, reminding Roy more of an exasperated father than an assistant coach. “You two, with me.”
The still seething managers reluctantly followed Beard along the dirt path to a small cabin, more of a shed really, filled with tools and gardening equipment. Beard opened the door and gestured for them to go inside.
“Excuse me?” she had squeaked as Roy grumbled, “What the fuck, Beard?”
With an eerie calmness that made Roy’s blood go cold, Beard nodded towards the shed. “Go inside. Do not come out until you figure out how to get along. Or you’ve banged this thing out of your systems. Or one of you is dead. At this point I don’t care.”
“I doubt Rebecca’d be okay with this,” Coach Buck tried, clearly as desperate as Roy not to go inside the shed. “Or Doctor Sharon.”
Coach Beard laughed in their faces. “Do you two really want Rebecca to know you’re fighting again?”
Fucking Beard. He had a point.
So now Roy sat on the floor of a fucking storage shed, with no light but a bare bulb above them, trying to stay in his little personal space bubble as best he could, trying not to flinch every time their knees bumped, each tiny touch sending Roy’s heart into overdrive.
“Can’t believe I’m missing the fucking s’mores to sit in a shed with you,” she sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned her head against the same wall Roy was trying to kill himself on.
Roy snorted. “Really? You’re upset over marshmallows? That’s the most American shit I’ve ever heard. And I played for fucking Lasso.”
She tilted her head towards him, the soft light on her face making his chest tighten almost painfully. “Yeah, Kent. I’m upset over fucking marshmallows.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m missing a bonding experience with my team, idiot. You’ve coached the Greyhounds for what, three years now? And you played with most of those guys, right?” She wiped some dirt off her knee, brushing his knee as she did. “I’m still getting to know my players. Earning their trust. And I’m missing an opportunity to spend time with them off the field because I have to sit in this shed with you.”
There was a heavy silence as Roy took in her words. She was always pointing out the differences between their experiences; he was experienced, she was new, he was home, she was an outsider, he was a man, she was a woman.
Of course, when she was feeling particularly feisty, she’d also remind him that she was an Olympic champion. Which he was not.
To his surprise, she broke the silence. “Tell me about Lasso.”
Roy furrowed his brow and stared at her. “What?”
“Ted Lasso.” She shrugged. “You all keep talking about the guy. This American manager who got Roy Kent to actually tolerate him.” She narrowed her eyes, a hint of playfulness behind them this time. “Kind of curious how he managed that.”
The snort that came out of Roy’s nose surprised them both. “Dunno. He fucking wore me down with how fucking kind he is. Made me fucking soft. Wanker.”
She nodded. “So, if I’m aggressively nice, you’ll stop rolling your eyes every time I walk into the room?”
“Maybe.” Roy didn’t bother to stop the corner of his mouth from tugging upwards. “You’ve got to be real fucking annoying about it, though.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard. Everyone knows you think I’m annoying as fuck already.”
Both coaches let out breathy chuckles, each thinking about how silly, and ridiculous, and stupid this whole thing was. They were fucking adults, after all. Professionals. They both wanted to lead their teams to victory; and, if they were being honest, both wanted the same for the other coach’s team.
So why the fuck were they in a fucking shed in the middle of the woods?
Roy took a shaky breath, not sure where he was going with this. “It’s impressive, you know,” he murmured. “The whole moving to a new country to start a new team shit. Don’t know how you did it.”
Even in the dim glow of the lone bulb, he could see her face tint pink. “It’s kind of fucking scary,” she admitted softly. “But it’s also kind of the coolest shit I’ve ever done.”
“Yeah,” Roy agreed, shouldering her playfully, amazed by his own actions. “Even I have to admit, it’s pretty fucking impressive.” He bobbled his head and rolled his eyes. “Almost as impressive as an Olympic gold medal.”
He liked the sheepish grin she shot him. It looked good on her. “Alright, I might bring that up a lot. But no one gets mad at Michael Phelps for talking about his.”
“That bastard has, like a million of them,” Roy laughed, feeling his shoulders relax for the first time since he’d walked into the changing room on her first day. “But I guess you have a fucking point. It’s impressive,” he repeated.
“You know what’ll be really impressive?”
Instinctively, Roy leaned closer, not caring if she noticed the way his eyes flickered down to her mouth, still gorgeous even without that red lipstick. “Hmm?”
Her raised eyebrows told him that if she noticed, she didn’t mind. “When both of our teams win the whole fucking thing at the end of this year.”
“I hate to break it to you, but Chelsea did that a few years ago,” Roy informed her.
“So? Fuck Chelsea.” She was completely grinning now, a sight Roy couldn’t believe was all his to witness, rather than stealing a glimpse of a smile meant for someone else. “We’re fucking Richmond. You guys are, like, perennial underdogs, and we’re a brand-new team led by an American. That’s some fairy tale shit.”
Roy nodded softly. “Fairy tale shit,” he repeated. “I like it.”
Before Roy could do something about the warm feeling in his chest that he hoped she was also having, there was a buzzing noise coming from her pocket. With a frown, she pulled out her mobile, clearing her throat as she glanced at it. Unable to help himself, his eyes flickered to the screen, where he saw fucking George Willows’s name above a text message.
“Guess I finally got a fucking signal out here,” she joked, locking her phone and darkening the screen. She looked back at Roy. “So, fairy tale shit?”
Roy leaned back, putting distance between them again- physical and metaphorical. “It’ll be a good season,” he said bluntly, ending whatever moment he decided was one-sided. “I’m sure your team’ll do fucking fine.” He paused, finger tapping on his bad knee. “D’you need to text fucking Willows back? Set up an interview or some shit?”
This time, the color on her cheeks wasn’t for Roy. “Oh, yeah. He wants to do some profiles on the Whippets, so we’re setting that up.”
Roy let his head fall back against the wall, wondering how hard he’d have to hit it to give himself a concussion. “Shouldn’t you let Keeley deal with the devil? It’s part of her job.”
She sighed. “He’s not the devil. He’s a nice guy. And I don’t mind helping out.” Smile now completely gone, she frowned at Roy. “And I don’t have to justify myself to you, Kent.”
“No,” he agreed. “Guess you fucking don’t.” He stood as suddenly as his knees would allow, nodding towards the door. “Come on. Let’s just fucking tell Beard we apologized to each other and agreed that ignoring each other is the best course of action.”
“Fine.” She hoisted herself up, slower and more carefully than Roy expected. “Thanks coming up with that idea right now instead of, oh I dunno, an hour ago.”
Not quite looking at Roy, she brushed past him, giving his shoulder a little shove with her own, and threw the door open. Roy stood in the doorway and watched as she walked, not to the campfire, where the sounds of laughter and joking and even singing could be heard, but instead to the coaches’ cabin, her shoulders slumped and head down.
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garden-0f-eden · 1 year
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BY THE RIVER
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SUMMARY: Whilst awaiting the hours until you were to attack Foy you struggled to sleep, fearing for the life of not only you but the rest of you squad, your captain finds you on the riverbanks and decides to comfort his (favourite) Corporal.
Warnings: Talk of family trauma, PTSD, fem!reader, reader is from British army (Easy took her in), language, reader is said to be 19, slight angst, fluff
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Sleep had refused to come and find you tonight, refused to come and put your tormented mind to rest even if it's just for afew hours. It almost felt like some sort of cruel joke. Your comrades are laid down to sleep forever and are finally at peace, whilst you can never rest, never at peace, not even when you're positive you're safe, positive nothing can hurt you. You was certain you'd have a higher chance of freezing to death before sleep found you. That didn't sound too bad right about now.
You made sure Sergeant Lipton was asleep before pushing the fir braches away from the top of your shared foxhole, and crawled out onto the freezing blanket on ice that drained the forest of colour. You carefully pulled the branches back over the foxhole and crept away from the village Foy and towards the river.
You cringed at the sound of the snow being compact under your boots, occasionally loosing your footing on the, now, ice. The sound of running water eventually filled you ears distantly, coming into view over the fallen and burnt trees scattered in the snow. You clean off a stump and pull it to the riverbank, using it as a makeshift bench.
Since leaving the foxhole you realised just how cold it was, your hand were numb and it was almost impossible to ball them into a fist as you shove them into your pockets, you breath now more prominent in the air and your shivering become more aggressive.
All you do is stare into the river, watching as the water cascades over the rocks or maneuver around it. You think about Toye and Guarnere and the look of sheer horror on Bucks face. Part of you feared you'd end up like Buck. Not that you didnt respect him. Oh god no. He's saved your life on multiple occasions and you owe him your life for that. But still, you feared the scars of the war would never fully fade. That is if you survive till the end of the war. Part of you hoped you didnt. You didnt want to see the devastation its caused. Do your family even know if you were alive? Have they just assumed you're dead? Probably. They doubted your every move, practically disowned you when you even considered joining airborne. "The military is no place for a woman." You remember your father telling you every. Single. Day. You were 17 when you enlisted, now 19-
You're quick the snap out of your thoughts at the sound of heavy slow footsteps behind you, "You okay kiddo?" You leap up from the log you sat on, reaching for the knife tucked into your belt, "Woah- steady Corporal..." he put his hands up in surrender. "H-Holy shit Winters! Don't scare me like that!" You whisper shouted at him. "Sorry..." he murmered as you let out a breath you wasn't aware you were holding, "Mind if I sit?" He spoke softly to you, it was nice. He was always soft with you, not like Milarky or Lipton barking orders at you every seconds of the day, you understood it was their job, but the roughness drilled into your brain. "Um... yeah sure I don't mind." You sit back down facing the river, listening to his footsteps approach.
"Its dangerous to be out of your foxhole alone you know?" He murmers as he takes a seat besides you, following your gaze into the water. You don't answer, you hadn't even realised he spoke. "Y/N?" A concerned look spreading across his face, he touched your knee gently and carefully, as if you were the most fragile glass, you flinched slightly at his touch. "Sorry sir..." you murmured looking at him now, snapping out of your trance. "What's on your mind, Soldier?"
"Will Toye and Guarnere be okay?"
He gives you a sad smile "They're fine. They're getting proper medical care." He Pat's your knee reassuringly.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"S' so cold... I miss England." The laughs slightly, "I miss Pennsylvania... say...where are you gonna do once the wars over?" You dont even think about the question, just shrug, "Not sure, I've had enough of Europe for now though, probably forever." He grins and nods "Same here Kid... No family back in England?" He asked confused, hadn't you told him about your brother? "Yeah but...." you pause, looking away from him, debating what words to say, he takes it as a sign to change the subject, "Why dont you come back to America with the rest of Easy?" You giggle and roll your eyes, "And where would I go cap? Huh?"
He takes a deep breath and hesitates before answering, "Come back with me... Back in Pennsylvania I have a nice little house along a river...just like this one... and its warmer." He adds the last bit teasingly, speaking of warmer, you realise how your shivering has stopped and how you've now leaned into his side without realising, his arm gently around your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours. "As much as that sounds nice... I dont think your wife would appreciate you bringing home a random British woman." He scoffs and let's out a laugh, "I'm not married Corporal, or in a relationship at that."
You were honestly surprise, Winters was a nice man, caring and supportive. Good-looking too if your being honest. "Missin' out then..."
The words left your mouth before you could even process them, you could tell your face was probably even redder from embarrassment then the cold now. "Is that right?" He asked playfully raising his head and looking down at you, you've already dug yourself into a hole you cant get out of, so you might as well dig a bit deeper. "I mean, your nice, you care a god awful amount about your men. And you are...handsome..." You mumbled the last bit, you'd rather die then tell him, "What was that Corporal?" You refused to speak, you wanted to die. "Are you refusing to tell me? Disobeying your superior.... tut, tut, tut L/N, I thought you was better then that..." he said playfully leaning into you. "Ugh... add annoying to that list," you roll your eyes jokingly, "I- I said you was handsome..." You repeat, louder this time, even though you know full well he heard you the first time. It made him grin.
"Tell me Y/N, is there a lucky man sending you letters overseas?" He countered the conversation. Sly fuck. "No sir..." He raised an eyebrow "How comes?" He was now genuinely interested. You just shrugged again, "I never really found the right guy..." your voice trailing off. "Surely loads of men would be after you! You're a strong independent young woman who works her ass off, not to mention her intelligence AND beauty... and she makes great coffee." You look down at your boots, now blushing like crazy.
"Please don't..."
"Please dont what?"
"Play with my feelings."
He scoffed, "Look at me Corporal." You hesitate but meet his gaze, you saw how he looked at you and made your heart race. He looked at you with pure adoration, a soft and gentle smile. He looked at you as if you were a sculpture calved by Michelangelo himself, or as if you hung the stars in the sky or you were hand sculpted by the gods. "Captain..." you murmered nervously as he gazed at you.
He raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair hanging from beneath your helmet behind your ear and gently wiped of a smudge of dirt from your cheek. His hand lingered as you self-consciously lean into his touch, it made him think of a cat. He chuckled to himself.
"So will you come back to Pennsylvania with me?" You pretend to think deeply about it before rolling you eyes, "Sure. What have I got to loose." He suddenly turns serious and takes you hands in his "Fair. But please never loose your accent." He pleads half joking, half serious, making you laugh softly, the cold scratching your throat "I doubt I will Dick..." He slowly leans in, searching your face for any sign of fear or hesitation, then softly presses his lips to yours. Sighing in relief when you almost instantly return it. The kiss is slow and passionate. Something you both longed for. Something you both had thought about for a long time, he pulled away resting his forehead against yours, grinning at you.
"You know you've always been my favourite."
"I better be."
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actualalligator · 1 month
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Sometimes I just think Buck is too dramatic for his own good. Like, he decides that Chim leaving is his fault. Talks to only Taylor about it who only has his side. He is tough on Ravi as some sort of Buck training course, and then sits down to dinner with everybody and says, I'm leaving, Ravi is the new me. Eddie's the new Chim. Eddie's like??? Who's replacing me? Buck says, Cap will figure that out and then Bobby is like ??? You're not leaving. Nobody is replacing anybody. Stop.
Buck, beautiful boy, maybe if you had talked to any one of these people one time during this shift instead of being drill sergeant Buckley, you might have had a better day.
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punch-out-filth · 10 days
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how do you think sex between von kaiser and king hippo would go? i think hippo would dominate him the most considering his size, and kaiser would rly appreciate how he can make his submissive fantasies come to life. I think kaiser rly gets off to being commanded, disciplined and treated like a servant (or soldier and get yelled at like a drill sergeant). At the other hand, I think if kaiser gets in a real dominant headspace, he would totally be able to overpower him. I think hippo sees kaiser as a small and cute little thing, so suddenly getting someone shorter than him to dominate him so roughly would really turn him on! But what do you think?
Wow, this was such an interesting pair to think about, and it's definitely one of my new favorites! I really enjoyed writing about it. :D
So, obviously, the size difference between these two would play a huge part in their dynamic. Seeing that Von Kaiser is much smaller than King Hippo, he would pretty much be completely under Hippo's control the whole time, which is exactly what Kaiser would want when he gets dominated. I think Hippo would really enjoy bossing Kaiser around before sex, just generally manhandling him and demanding him to worship his body, especially his cock, which Kaiser would gladly do for him. It's a huge power trip for King Hippo, and a massive turn on for Kaiser since he really gets off on being commanded and talked down to.
In terms of sex itself, Hippo would probably be a bit scared of hurting Kaiser at first since he's so huge in comparison, but once he realizes how much Kaiser really wants it, he would just fuck him without holding back. Kaiser would enjoy feeling Hippo's big, strong hands wandering down his body and wrapping around his waist while he gets pounded into, and he especially likes when Hippo pushes his face down into the bed/floor when he lays on his stomach. The mere thought of getting completely overpowered by someone much bigger than him turns him on, so being able to finally live out his fantasy with someone as big and strong as Hippo is indescribable. The feeling of Hippo's balls and belly slamming against his ass drives him crazy, and I'm positive that Hippo would love it, too. I think he would really like how small Kaiser's body is compared to his and would enjoy being able to fully squeeze and grope Kaiser's pecs and ass with his huge hands. Even just fingering Kaiser and feeling him buck against his hand would be great.
As for the reversal with Kaiser on top, I think Hippo, although unfamiliar, would quickly take a liking to it and end up absolutely loving it. There's already a sort of guilty pleasure that comes with being royalty and having sex with someone of a lesser status, but having that person dominate him as opposed to the other way around just adds to the taboo nature and makes it even better. As a result of Kaiser refusing to tell his partners that he wants to bottom, he has a ton of experience as a dom and, unsurprisingly, is really good at it. However, because of their size difference…
(As always, heavy BDSM stuff is under the cut. Don't read any further if you aren't comfortable with that. :) )
I think Kaiser would have to fist Hippo to really satisfy him. Kaiser's cock isn't small by any means, but Hippo is just too massive in comparison to really be that affected by Kaiser's dick. This isn't a problem for either of them though, since Hippo loves being able to feel nice and full for once and experience what it's like to be submissive, and Kaiser gets to give pleasure right back to someone who gave him his after denying himself for so long. They can both have fun leaving each other sloppy and gaping. ;)
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loonykatz · 26 days
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Some Cyberchase OCs.
First one is Dr. Ivy. She's a doctor (duh) and has a somewhat cold and no nonsense personality, and is very condescending towards Slider. She was originally a one off character for Spaced Out, but I grew very attached to her so she's more than that now. She and Coop occasionally hooked up in the Spaced Out universe. (Bro won't escape the scaly allegations like he escaped his son for years.)
Second is Loot (The one on the right). She's Swipe's snooty adopted sister who butts heads with him often. While Swipe just steals whatever, Loot goes for more grand targets like stuff from a museum or expensive parts, and she can't stand how he conducts himself as non-serious.
Next is Foxy Loxy (Or just Foxy). She's a tragic thief/criminal from Happily Ever After. Her past is of course shady, and her personality is mischievous and sassy. She's a character I'd like to have appear in a future fic where she gives a traumatized and hostile Slider a hard time at first, but they eventually become semi-friendly or as friendly as Slider can be after seeing his dad get mutilated in front of him.
Next are Hammer and Mallet, some cyber sharks that bully randos on the beach. Their personalities are stereotypical high school jocks, jawks if you will.
Last ones are Buck Headshot, Tank, and Guava. (The others are just Hammer and Foxy again.)
Buck is a former drill sergeant from the cyber military, and is very strict and cruel. He stole some important metal from Slider's place, and made him work under him to get it all back. At one point he whips Slider into shape and pushes him over the edge physically and mentally.
Tank is Buck's sentient training dummy. Buck gave said dummy feelings and emotions just to fuck with whoever he trains. Also, Tank's gender is unknown but uses any pronouns.
Guava is an axolotl native to Aquari-Yum. I don't have much on her yet, but her personality is that of a dramatic and girly diva.
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iconicbuck · 2 years
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Can you blame them?
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Drill sergeant from hell and Clipboard Buck
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mccall-muffin · 1 year
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Love vs. Hate - Part 19 // Joe Liebgott x OC
Summary: After Holland, Easy Company has been releaved to Mourmelon, France. There is not really much to do, BUT they meet their new CO.
Warnings: Language, War generals, Fluff
A/N: Alright... I am BACK! with a filler and I'm so sorry! It will get better, I swear! But anyway we get a little Joe and Liv time.
Here is my Masterlist
Tag List: @brassknucklespeirs, @liebgotts-lovergirl
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November 1st, 1944 -Nijmegen, Holland
"Liv! Liv!" I slowly wake up from my sleep and open my eyes. "Damn it, Liv, wake up already!" I tear my eyes open and sit up. "How can you sleep so deeply?" asks Harry, standing over me. "What's wrong?" I ask, and he points his head in a direction. I stand up and follow him. "Jesus, Harry, what time is it?" "Early..." he says then, and we exchange a look.
He leads me to Winters and the other officers. "What happened?" I ask as I look into their faces. "It's Moose. He's been hit." "What?" I ask in shock, looking at Dick. "How so?" "Friendly fire..." he sighs. "What the hell?" "Whatever," Dick then says. "We don't currently have a CO at Easy Company, which makes it all the more important that you platoon leaders take charge." I look briefly at Peacock and then at Harry. "And who will be the new Platoon Leader?" I ask. "Colonel Sink will inform me over the next few days." Dick lowers his eyes briefly.
"In any case, get ready. We're being moved to France. The trucks are leaving this afternoon, 1400."
November 15, 1944 - Mourmelon, France
We have been in France for two weeks now. And that without CO. The stay is boring, and we have no real task, which is why Winters has condemned us to drill training. Since Harry has more and more other functions than leading the second platoon, he often hands it over to me. Once Buck is back, he'll take it over again.
Just as we finish another drill, I sit down at a table with Don, Skip, Penk, George, and Joe, and we play cards.
"Hey!" I protest as Don leans over again to look at my cards. "Stop cheating!" "What? I'm not doing anything! I'm just scratching myself," Don justifies himself, pointing exaggeratedly at his leg. "Yeah, right, because you can't scratch more discreetly," I grin, and he winks at me. "Ha!" Joe says, tossing his last card onto the deck. "Won," he grins at me, and I give a feigned snort before nudging him and tossing my remaining cards into the middle. "You can deal for that now," I laugh, pushing the deck toward him.
Since we finally got rid of the Brits and especially Walker, Joe and I have had moments when we could be alone, which has strengthened our relationship. Of course, by now, pretty much everyone knows we're a thing, but no one comments on it or says it out loud. I'm also sure that the other officers, besides Harry, know.
"Hey, what do you guys think? Any of you guys coming for a round of craps later?" Don then asks as Joe redistributes. "Are you nuts? I told you a long time ago I wasn't playing with you anymore," I say immediately, and the others shake their heads. "Oh, come on. Not against me, with me." "A no from me there too, Don." Don looks at me disappointed. "All right, sweetheart, then don't. Will you at least lend me ten dollars for it?" "That too? I just gave you cash, didn't I, Don? Ask Skip." "Oh no, forget it. You already owe me $60," the latter immediately intervenes.
A discussion breaks out, and Don tries to get money from all of us somehow. "Oh, you know what? Otherwise, you'll never give it a rest," I say after a while and pull out my wallet. I take out twenty dollars and stick it out to him. "That'll be $100, Donnie," I say, waving the notes in front of his face. Don reaches for it, but I pull it away from him again. "I'll get that back!" I emphasize my words again, and he nods. "Yeah, it's all right. You make more than I do, too, so don't pretend," he then says, taking the notes from my hand. "Even if I weren't, I'd still have some, and you wouldn't."
We laugh, but then my friends look behind me with interest. "Sergeant Stark?" I hear Dick's voice and turn around. There stands Dick with a first lieutenant. I don't know. I quickly stand up and salute. "Sir." "Sergeant, this is first lieutenant Norman Dike. The new CO of Easy Company," he introduces the stranger who is eyeing me. "And this here is Sergeant Olivia Stark. Assistant Leader of Second Platoon." Dike watches me for another moment before holding out his hand. "Pleased to meet you." I nod and take it.
"Sergeant Stark is leading Second Platoon at the moment, with support from Lieutenant Welsh, until Lieutenant Compton returns," Dick explains. "Very well. I'll get back to you, Sergeant," Dike says, turning away. Confused, I look to Dick, who rolls his eyes as much as he can, before following Dike.
"I guess that's our new CO," I say as I sit back down with the guys. "Looks like it," Don says, and then I notice Joe is no longer at the table. I look questioningly at his empty seat and then back at Don. He nods his head back to one of the rooms in the lounge. Sighing, I get up again and go to Joe's room.
No sooner have I closed the door behind me than Joe has already taken my face in his hands and is kissing me stormily. I feel his tongue in my mouth and am a little overwhelmed, so I push him off me. "Whoa, Joe. What's going on?" I ask, surprised, looking at him. "Nothing; why? Can't I kiss my girlfriend?" he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?"
Joe falters and scratches the back of his head. "Well, I thought..." he says, then sighs and sits down on the cot used for medical emergencies. Then he buries his face in his hands. "Aw, fuck!"
"Hey..." I say softly and sit down next to him. "I didn't mean anything by it, okay? I was just... You surprised me a little bit, that's all. We never talked about what we were." Joe looks up, and I try to smile at him. "I know..." he then says and looks at me. "Do... Do you want to talk about it?" I ask hesitantly.
Still, Joe looks at me. "I think... I think you know how I feel about you by now," he says softly, averting his gaze. I take his hand in mine. "Joe?" Now he's looking at me again. "Okay, here it goes... I... I like you. A lot, actually. And... Well, I would... I'd like it if I could call you my girlfriend." We look into each other's eyes.
Then I slowly stand up, and Joe looks at me in irritation. Then I sit down on his lap and put my arms around his neck. Then I smile at him. "I'd like that," I whisper against his lips before kissing him. Joe puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer. I bury my hands in his hair before gently pushing away from him. His eyes have grown darker.
Slowly, Joe reaches for my zipper before slowly unzipping it without breaking eye contact between us. When the jacket is open, he slides it over my shoulders. Of course, I'm still wearing a long-sleeved shirt underneath, but Joe still lets my jacket fall to the floor. Then Joe leans backward, and I sit on his lap.
I feel his cold fingers stroking my skin and giving me goosebumps. Suddenly, I grab his wrists. "Joe," I murmur against his lips, but he continues to kiss me. "Wait," I try again, and he stops before looking at me. "What's wrong?" he asks. "Are you...?" "No," I say quickly, rolling my eyes in amusement. "And yet, I don't think this is exactly the place, do you?" I look around the small chamber, and now Joe raises an eyebrow in amusement.
"You're right," he sighs, then rubs his face and lets himself fall backward on the bed, sighing again.
I climb off his lap and sit beside him on the bed. "I didn't like the way that new lieutenant looked at you," Joe says after a while, and I look at him in surprise. He looks fixedly at the ceiling. "What do you mean?" Joe rubs his face and then props himself up on his elbows. "Well, the way he looked at you like he was - I don't know - like he was about to undress you with his eyes." "Bullshit!" however, I wave it off. "I'm sure he's just never seen a woman in uniform before. Just because you're used to it by now doesn't mean others are."
Joe leans forward again and carefully runs his finger over the hem of my shirt. "Well, I get his point if it makes the woman look like you... But I'm looking forward to seeing you in regular clothes too, love." I laugh. "Oh yeah, and what if I decide to wear a uniform for the rest of my life?" I push myself up onto my knees and look at him with amusement. "Even then, every man will be jealous when he sees you on my arm," Joe laughs, and I nudge him playfully.
Then I get serious again. "And I'll still only have eyes for you." Joe sits up and kisses me passionately. Then he rests his forehead against mine, and I close my eyes for a moment. "Liv, I..." Joe then begins, but at that moment, there is a knock on the door, and it is opened.
We quickly slide out of each other, but I quickly recognize Don, who walks in with a hand in front of his eyes. "Are you guys dressed?" he asks, and I roll my eyes. "Yes, we are," I say, and Don puts his hand down. "Good," Don grins at me. Joe, meanwhile, rubs his face. "What do you want, Malarkey?" he asks, annoyed, and Don gives him an amused look.
"Hey, don't be rude, will you? Our new CO wants to see us. All of us. Five minutes in the square," he says, and Joe and I exchange a look before sighing and following Don.
December 1st, 1944 - Mourmelon, France
"Jesus, this guy is driving me nuts," I grumble to Lip, standing beside him, annoyed as the guy's complete drill training. I look over at our new CO, 1st Lieutenant Norman Dike, standing next to the new leader of 1st Platoon Jack Foley. "Which one?" asks Lip, "Which one do you think? Dike." "What did he do?" "Other than the obvious? I get the feeling he always wants to keep me around." "You mean...? He's taken a liking to you?" asks Lip, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know what it is. But it's freaking me out."
"Sergeant Stark?" Dike calls out at that moment, and I look again briefly at Lip, "And here we go." I take a few steps toward the lieutenant. "Lieutenant?" "We have a field exercise this afternoon. You'll be assisting me." "Sir, isn't that the first sergeant's job? I'm the assistant leader of the 2nd Platoon along with Lieutenant Welsh as long as Lieutenant Compton isn't back." Dike muses at me briefly. "Right. Lieutenant Welsh can manage on his own for this afternoon." With those words, he disappears again. I exchange a glance with Lip, "See?" "Maybe you should talk to Winters?" I lower my head. "It's not like he's tried anything... I don't want to cause Winters any unnecessary trouble 'cause I have a weird feeling." "Yeah, but if it gets worse, then you need to address it. We can't put our whole company at risk just because he's taken with you."
"Who's taken with you?" Lip and I turn around, and standing in front of us is Joe, who has just returned from guard duty. Lip and I exchange a quick glance. "No one," I say then, crossing my arms and rubbing them with cold hands. Joe raises an eyebrow and eyes me. I know for a fact that he's not letting up and definitely still wants to know.
Lip looks thoughtfully back and forth between us before checking his watch. "Okay, listen up. Lunchtime. The next drill is scheduled for 1400 this afternoon. Dismissed," he calls out, and the guys take their leave for lunch. "You coming?" Joe then asks, and I'm about to say yes to him when Harry walks up to us. "Liv!" he calls, and I look up. "Can you come with me for a minute, please?" I nod, say goodbye to Joe and Lip, and follow Harry into Winters' office.
I salute Dick as his Orderly closes the door behind me. Dick stands behind his desk while Nixon sits in a chair, and Harry also takes a seat. "What can I do for you guys?" I then ask, looking at Dick. "I was just wondering how's Lt. Dike doing?" he asks directly. I think about it for a moment. "Fine. I guess, at least." Now Dick looks up from his papers and looks at me urgently. "Liv?" I sigh and roll my eyes slightly. "Well, the guys are calling him 'Foxhole Norman' already. And he's only a few weeks in without combat. He's... Well, he's... I don't know how to put it."
Then Harry speaks. "I told Dick about the formation for this afternoon. What's with that? Why do you need to assist him?" he asks, and I now look at him. "I don't know. He just informed me about it a few minutes ago. I told him that's the First Sergeants' job and that I'm with you. I guess he didn't care." I shrug and look back at Dick. "Why does he want you with him?" he then asks before Nixon laughs in amusement. "Isn't it obvious, Dick?" Now Dick looks at him, confused. "What is?" he asks. "Our new CO has a liking for Liv." I bite my lips and watch Dick's reaction. He looks at Nixon for a moment before looking back at me. "Is that possible?" "Well, I realized that he always tries to keep me around him from time to time, but he never said or did anything in that direction; otherwise, I can assure you that."
"Won't get far with it anyway, does he?" now Harry laughs, which earns him a nasty look from me. Dick rubs his forehead. "Agh, we don't have time for that. Just stay with the 2nd Platoon, as usual, Liv, and leave Dike to me. Harry, you get back to me if he gives you any trouble. And I want to be informed if something's happening, Liv. We can't risk a distraction like that." I nod. "Yeah, it's enough that my assistant leader is distracted," Harry quips. "Hey. I'm not," I say quickly. Officially, the other officers don't know about Joe and me, but I'm aware that even they have picked up that we get along well. Very well. Besides, nothing happened in the company or outside escaped Nixon's notice. "I was just kidding, kiddo," Harry grins. "Yeah, about that... Just make sure Dike doesn't get a hold of it. If he really has a liking for you, I bet he would do anything to get rid of Liebgott. Easy still has only 65 percent strength; most are replacements, including your new CO. We can't spare a man," Dick then says.
"Yeah, all right. Uh, they're talking mid-March action. Train them three months, go into Berlin, end it," Nixon says. "The only thing holding Easy together is the NCOs. The Toccoa men," Dick adds. "At least we're trying." "Yeah, and that's why I don't want to lose any of you over something unnecessary. Especially not because an officer falls in love with a sergeant." That sentence out of Dick's mouth sounds kind of weird, but I still have to smile.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door, and Dick's orderly opens it. "Sir, a Sergeant Guarnere is here to see you," he says and has to laugh. "Look what just came in," I say. "The daredevil," Harry adds. "Hi, captain," the latter says, coming in with a limp. "Welcome back," Dick replies to him. "Never thought I'd see you behind a desk." "Someday, he'll sit behind it," Nixon adds, amused. "I just got AWOL from the hospital. Hope that won't cause trouble." "Would you care if it did?" asks Dick, and I can't help grinning. "Not a bit, sir," Bill returns, then takes a letter out of his jacket. "Got a letter for you here from Moose. Lieutenant Heyliger, sir. He's recovering, but it'll be tough," Bill then explains, holding the letter to Dick. I look at him sadly for a moment. "Thanks, Bill."
"There's gonna be a football game? Those guys in the 502nd?" Bill then asks. "Oh, yeah, Christmas Day. We will kick their asses!" I answer him immediately and walk up to him. I put a hand on his shoulder. "Great! Skytrain boys. Can't wait." We both laugh. "Great." Then he turns back to Dick and salutes. "Well, I'll just go find some trouble." "You do that," Dick says, saluting him as well. When Bill is almost out the door, Dick calls him back again. "Hey, Bill?" "Sir." "No more joy riding, right?" Bill winks at him and pulls out another letter. "Anybody ever heard of a little joint called Lulu's?" he asks, and I shrug. "Not me." "I'll just ask around." "Wait, I'll come with you. You don't need me anymore, do you?" I then say and look at Dick, who shakes his head. "Great, thanks, sir."
I follow Bill out of the office and then hug him. "It's so good to have you back, Bill," I say, and he grins. "It's good to be back, sweetheart. How have you guys been?" "Well, we've been bounced back and forth. You caught on to the Heyliger thing. Other than that, not a whole lot else happened." "Ah, yes? Are you sure you're not hiding something from me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "I wouldn't know what." "You and Liebgott?" I notice myself blushing slightly. Luckily, you can't tell in this cold. "Well... Yeah. There was something," I say, and Bill laughs. "You're impossible, sweetheart," Bill grins, putting an arm around my shoulders, and we walk together to the mess hall.
After eating, I walk up to Don. "Hey," I say, and he looks up. "Hey... Well? I heard you're supposed to assist Dike this afternoon. What's up with that?" he asks directly. "It's already taken care of. Winters reversed it. But I'll tell you later. Have you guys seen Joe?" "You see that? No sooner does she have a boyfriend, and now I'm nothing. Unbelievable, really," Don protests, and Muck, Penk, and George laugh. "Okay, first of all, shut up, and second of all, you're still my number one," I say with a laugh and kiss his cheek. "Ha! Don't tell Liebgott that... Fine, fine. He went back to the barracks. Must have been knocked out from guard duty." I thank him and say goodbye to my best friends.
As I step into the barracks, I immediately spot Joe lying on his bed. "Hey," I say, and he looks up. "Hey," he returns, turning his attention to his comic book. "Haven't you read that one at least a hundred times?" I ask, sitting down next to him on the bed. He shrugs but doesn't look up. "Okay, what's wrong?" I then ask, taking the comic out of his hand.
Joe sits up, annoyed. He looks at me. "What was that about earlier? Why are you hiding things from me?" "What are you talking about?" "Your conversation with Lip. I want to know if something else is going on, okay? I made it clear to you that this isn't a game to me, Liv..." "Whoa, calm down now, Joe. I don't have anything going on with anyone else." I take his hand in mine. "I'm all in. All the way, okay?" Then I lean forward and kiss Joe on the mouth. "You and me, yeah?" "And who's taken with you now? I'll kill him, I swear!" "You're always so dramatic, Joe," I laugh. "We suspect Dike has taken a liking to me. But Winters is already on it. He wants it all reported and has his eye on it." "That WestPoint scumbag." "Don't worry; you're the only man in my life, baby. Except maybe Don, but I don't think I'll get rid of him any time soon," I laugh and kiss Joe again.
This time he's more into it and pulls me onto his lap. "Dike better keeps his hands off you," he says, putting his hands on my ass. "This one's mine." I laugh and take his face in my hands. "You're cute when you're jealous; you know that?" "Cute? Did you just call me cute?" asks Joe, playfully indignant. "You bet I did. I say, " cute, cute, cute, cute," and I kiss a spot on his face with each' cute.' Joe starts laughing and swings us both over, which makes me laugh too. He is now lying over me and looking down at me. "You're amazing," he says, kissing me passionately. We lie on his cot for a moment, making out when the door is pushed open.
Panic spreads through me, and Joe and I break away from each other as quickly as possible, but the person will have seen us anyway. How could we have been so careless? "Hey, lovebirds," Don then says, however, and I exhale in relief. "You guys are really brave or stupid, but you'd better stop the smooching now. Dike's looking for you, Liv." Annoyed, I grab my head. "Again?" Don nods. "I got here as fast as I could to warn you." I stand up and walk toward my best friend. "Thank you," I whisper, then walk out of the barracks to find Dike.
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Buck breaking down that door saved eddie from himself. It was a rescue. Chris made a 911 call to Buck and he showed up in civvies but with the LAFD colors. Without Buck, his partner in all things, Eddie would have eventually gotten up off the floor, cleaned up his room, and with dark shadows on his face armed with a half smile and some clean clothes he would have eventually found some sugarcoated way to tell chris ‘i had a really rough night but i’m better now’ and ‘i’m so sorry for scaring you, it won’t happen again’. And he’d mean it and believe it. He’d bury the skeletons deeper into the closet and board it up and cancel with frank and join a boxing gym and pull far away from anyone who might see through Emotionally Repressed Eddie 2.0. Shame and fear are No Joke!! Without some help that he was ready to actually trust and a ton of elbow grease to breakdown the walls/doors, he wouldn’t know how to do anything but what he’d always done. Repress. Repress. Repress and carry on. Thanks, Ramón & Mr. Asshole Drill Sergeant!
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*Buck teaching Ravi and Albert how to bake bread*
Buck: What do we say when making bread?
Ravi, glumly: That's the dough rising.
Buck: And what do we NOT say?
Albert, sadly: That's the yeast fucking.
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Buck & Eddie: “Would I be doing it for Christopher or for me?”
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This post includes a detailed character study on Eddie to illustrate the journey he took to learn that it was ok for him to be in a relationship with someone who not only loves Christopher but who also loves him too.
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Eddie told Buck, “Would I be doing it for Christopher or for me?” in season 2 while he was debating if he should allow his estranged wife back into his son’s life.  In season 5, during a conversation with his father, Eddie said, “I’m going to be better” and his father asked, “For Christopher?”  But Eddie shook his head no and said, “For myself!” ��For a long time Eddie hid behind his son and denied himself the opportunity to be loved for just being himself.  But once he went back to therapy and took it seriously, he learned that he could be better for himself and that it was ok for him to want things for both himself and for his son (read blog post: “Eddie Diaz:  He’s going to therapy so that he can be better for himself” for more information on Eddie being better for himself).
“For me?”
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Edmundo started believing that he wasn’t enough for anyone to love him when he was a child because his parents constantly made him feel like he was a disappointment.  He was told he couldn’t do anything right even when he tried to help the family by cooking eggs for his sisters when he was 12 years old and got yelled at for setting off the smoke detectors.  Or when he tried to get his mother to the hospital by driving his father’s truck but he wrecked it and his father yelled at him for it.  Since his father’s job required him to be on the road most of the time, his mother was there and she relayed everything Edmundo did wrong to his father after he returned home.  She was the one who tried to control Edmundo and is probably the one who wouldn’t let him just be a kid.  He never had the opportunity to learn who he was or who he wanted to be because he was told by his father at the age of 10 to “step up and be the man of the house”. Since he didn’t see a good example of a loving relationship between his parents while he was growing up, he didn’t understand that being loved doesn’t mean being controlled or being told with different words or phrases that he was a disappointment.  His understanding of love has been flawed since then and has continued into his adult life.
“Would I be doing it for Christopher or for me?”
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After Eddie got his girlfriend pregnant, his parents pushed him to marry her and he thought the example his father set for him, by working a job that required him to be away from home would also work for his marriage too.  Eddie enlisted in the Army to provide for his family which is the same thing his father said he did while he was working away from home.  Eddie believed that leaving his family to provide was a way to show that he loved them and in turn they would love him but it didn’t work for him the way it did for his father. In 5x17 “Hero Complex” Eddie told his father that he was never around while he was growing up and his father spoke up and said, “I was providing for the family”.   Eddie’s understanding of love was skewed and it would take a long time for him to fully understand that love cannot be represented when someone is absent.
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While Eddie was in the Army, he had a lot of traumatic experiences that caused him a lot of pain but he hid his pain and tried to keep moving forward.  In 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia” Eddie told his therapist that one of his Army drill sergeants told him, “Pain is nothing but weakness leaving the body” which further illustrated how he hid his pain so that he wouldn’t have to deal with it.  He didn’t want to seem weak in front of his family so he hid his own feelings and wouldn’t show them to anyone.  Love is unconditional and Eddie should have been able to express himself at home with his family but he wasn’t able to with his wife and parents constantly telling him he was doing things wrong.
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Eddie returned to the states for the birth of his son but when it was close to time for his tour to end, he re-enlisted so that he wouldn’t have to go back home.  He told Buck in 2x10 “Merry X-Mas”, “When Christopher was first diagnosed, I was in Afghanistan, right at the end of my tour. Instead of going back home, I re-enlisted.  I told myself it was to pay the bills” and Buck said, “But you were running away too?” Then Eddie replied “Yeah, but I got to pretend like it was for a noble cause and serve my country”.  He and his wife were young when they got married and they didn’t know each other well enough to build a family or a life together.  He told her they weren’t ready when they first got married during their conversation at the restaurant in 2x17 “Careful What You Wish For”. They never discussed how the things they wanted individually were very different from the way they were living as a couple with a son.  Once he was honorably discharged after being wounded, he went back to El Paso but his wife left him. He no longer worried about being loved for himself and instead he focused on making sure that Christopher got all the love he needed from him even after his wife left them.
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Not long after Eddie returned from Afghanistan, Eddie started using Christopher as a shield to protect his own heart from being broken.  He would tell people that Christopher loved them instead of talking about his own feelings. His parents used Christopher too when they wanted to remind Eddie that he was a disappointment to them because after his wife left them, his parents tried to convince him to leave Christopher with them so that they could raise him.  Eddie tried to explain that Christopher being with him was the best option especially since he had already applied to two different fire departments and he had been accepted.  His mother was still trying to control him when she said, “Don’t drag him down with you Eddie!” causing him to once again feel like a disappointment. He talked with his son on the porch after the conversation with his parents ended and not long after that he moved them to L.A.
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Eddie was recruited to work at the 118 after he completed the L.A. Fire Academy at the top of his class and he was partnered with Buck.  His wife never tried to contact him or his son before or after they relocated but Eddie had to contact her in 2x7 “Haunted” so that she could interview for Christopher’s admission into The Durand School.   She kept trying to get Eddie to let her see Christopher but he told her in 2x10 “Merry X-Mas” that he could forgive her but he didn’t know if he could trust her. When Christopher told Eddie that he asked Santa Klaus for his mother to come back, Eddie went against his better judgement and allowed her back into their lives.   He told her during dinner at a restaurant, “Being his dad has been the single greatest joy of my life.  That little boy has taught me more about being a man than war ever did” and she told him he was a good dad.  He explained how he wanted them to be a family again but she told him she wasn’t pregnant and that changed things for her.  She continued and explained how she wasn’t ready to be a wife or a mother and then she told him she believed they should get a divorce.  The conversation they had during dinner is the one they should have had before they got married. She was hit by a car and died not long after their conversation.  The grief and pain Eddie experienced after her death caused him to “turn inward” and he tried to stay in control.  He focused solely on making sure that Christopher had everything he needed but Eddie was denying himself of anything that could have made him happy.  He told his therapist in 3x8 “Malfunction” that he didn’t want his son to be like him and that he didn’t feel anything even when he knew he should have felt happy or sad.  He boxed up all his emotions to stop himself from feeling anything.
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Eddie carried the pain, guilt and brokenness around with him for a long time after she died.  A fellow firefighter introduced him to an illegal fight club in 3x5 “Rage” and he used that as a way to lose control if only for a few minutes as he fought with an opponent in the ring.  Bobby found out about his participation in that fight club and he told Eddie that he was the guy who was always in control and how he wanted Eddie to know that he didn’t have to lose everything before he allowed himself to feel anything.  Eddie told him, “Christopher needs me to be in control because I’m the only parent he’s got left”.  He continued and explained how he knew he shouldn’t have allowed his deceased wife back into his and Christopher’s lives because she broke Christopher’s heart again. When Bobby said that was what Christopher wanted Eddie told him, “I knew better” and then continued with how he forgave her for everything but that wasn’t enough and he wasn’t enough for her to stay.  He was heartbroken and it only added to Eddie’s pain.  He was ordered to go to therapy by Bobby but he didn’t want to be there and he didn’t take it seriously.  He wanted to keep moving forward and avoid talking about his feelings.
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Eddie listened to others about the things he should want instead of admitting there were things he wanted for himself that were different from what was being suggested to him.  Bobby told Eddie it was time for him to move on from his deceased wife in 4x6 “Jinx” and Eddie did the same thing he did in the past; he listened to someone else tell him what he should want (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie:  Women pursued Buck, while Eddie was pushed towards women” for information on how Eddie was pushed towards his ex-girlfriend).  After his conversation with Bobby, he asked Christopher’s former teacher out on a date after he saw her in 4x6 but his relationship with his girlfriend was not love and both of them spent a lot of time ignoring the red flags that were present within their relationship.   Even though Eddie said, “Chris loves you so much” in 5x3 “Desperate Measures” while he was breaking up with her, she never said she loved Christopher and her response was “Eventually you thought you would too”.  It was like she was playing the part of the dutiful girlfriend whose main goal was to marry Eddie.  After being Christopher’s teacher for one year and then dating Eddie for 10 months, she never learned how to be a co-parent for Christopher even though she works with children Christopher’s age every day. She was a vice-principal but she never implemented anything she learned to suggest activities that Christopher could participate in the way Buck does. He and Eddie worked together to build Christopher an adaptable skateboard and that was while she was Christopher’s teacher in 3x12 “Fools”.  Her focus was on Eddie not his son and that’s why Eddie couldn’t see her with him and Christopher long term.  She had become a trigger for his panic attacks but instead of discussing it with him after they left the hospital in 5x1 “Panic”, she tried to avoid the breakup conversation even though she knew he was having them long before she agreed to stay with Christopher during the blackout.
“For Christopher? For Myself!”
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Every time Eddie has been faced with losing Buck, he panicked because the thought of Buck not being in his and Christopher’s lives scares him (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: Eddie panics about losing Buck” for more information on how Eddie panics when he believes he’s losing Buck).  Another thing that’s scary for Eddie is to verbally admit that he’s in love with Buck.  Even though he hasn’t said it, his eyes have always told his truth.  He looks at Buck with heart eyes all the time and he’s tried to tell Buck numerous times that he’s in love with him.  His attempts to tell Buck that he loves him have been both for him and Christopher not just for Christopher like it had been in the past.  Eddie knows how much Buck loves Christopher and he knows they’ve built a family together. It’s the family he chose and he trusts Buck with his heart and his pain.  Buck is the only person Eddie has allowed himself to be vulnerable with.
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Eddie used Christopher as a shield in 3x1 “Kids Today” because he was worried about Buck after he saw him coughing up blood in the Grant-Nash backyard during Buck’s welcome back party.  He took Christopher to his loft so that he could spend the day with him to cheer him up. Eddie tried to tell Buck how much he loved him when he tried to get him out of bed so that he would stop feeling sorry for himself.  He also wanted Buck to know that he was scared about the thought of losing him when he said, “That blood clot could have almost killed you but it didn’t”.  The thought of losing Buck scares Eddie just like the thought of losing Eddie scares Buck.
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Eddie tried to tell him again in 3x3 “The Searchers” when he took Christopher back to Buck’s loft after the Tsunami.  He told Buck that he should eat some extra slices of pizza because he looked like he was losing weight which illustrates how Eddie pays attention to Buck’s health. Then he told him how he knows that Buck loves Christopher enough to never stop trying just like he does. To reassure Buck that he wasn’t going anywhere and that he knew how hard Buck fought to save Christopher during the Tsunami he said, “There’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you”. Eddie told his deceased wife he didn’t know if he could trust her when she asked him to see Christopher again once she came back but Eddie told Buck after only knowing him for one year that he trusted him with Christopher more than anyone in the world.  Since Eddie uses Christopher as a shield, if his statements are translated then Eddie was telling Buck that he loves him and that he trusts him more than anyone else in the world.
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When Buck filed the lawsuit, Eddie was so angry that he yelled at Buck while the 118 was shopping for groceries.  In 3x5 “Rage” he asked Buck, “Do you know how much Christopher misses you?” when he was in fact missing Buck too. Eddie was the last firefighter hired so he wasn’t going to lose anything once Buck won the lawsuit except for his connection to him.  He was already angry that they couldn’t talk to each other and that hurt Eddie too because he and Buck had built a family together.
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In 4x14 “Survivors” Eddie telling Buck about his will was another one of Eddie’s attempts at telling Buck that he loves him.  He told him about the change he made to his will more than one year prior but when Buck asked him why he waited so long to tell him, he said, “Because Evan, you came in here the other day and you said it would have been better if it were you who had been shot. You act like you’re expendable but you’re wrong”.  Christopher is Eddie’s heart and when he named Buck to be Christopher’s legal guardian in his will, Eddie was giving Buck his heart.  If Eddie dies, Buck will have the best part of Eddie, his son. Buck may not have understood Eddie’s intentions with naming him in his will so it will be very important for them to have a conversation about The Will so that Buck will know exactly what Eddie meant when he made the change (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: The Will & Legal Guardianship” for more information about Eddie’s will).
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Buck parents Christopher the exact same way Eddie does and it’s easy to see how they are not only perfect co-parents for him but they’re also perfect for each other (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: Christopher Diaz has 2 dads” for more on the identical ways Buck and Eddie parent Christohper). In 5x2 “Desperate Times” Buck picked up and hugged Christopher the same way Eddie had done only a few seconds earlier.  Eddie also gave Buck heart eyes right before he told everyone on the firetruck that Buck takes Christopher to the zoo all the time. They’ve built a family and it’s the family Eddie chose instead of it being a ready-made family like everyone assumed he had with his ex-girlfriend.
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Eddie went to therapy for the second time in 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia” but he still didn’t want to cooperate with his therapist.  He tried to complete the assignment he had been given but once he learned that everyone he rescued from the helicopter had died, he lost it and smashed the furniture in his bedroom and punched holes in the walls.  Christopher called Buck and he rushed over.  He broke down Eddie’s bedroom door and he saw Eddie during his most vulnerable state.  Eddie never allowed his deceased wife or his ex-girlfriend to see him like that.  He cried in front of Buck and Buck was the one to help Eddie start to heal by stepping in with him again and being there for him (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: Buck listens to Eddie” for more information on how Buck listens to Eddie).  
After all the pain Eddie experienced in his life, he never thought anyone would love him, therefore he only cared about making sure the person he was in a relationship with loved Christopher. But Buck loves both Eddie and Christopher and that’s the difference between Buck and the people Eddie was either married to or dated.  He told his deceased wife while they were having dinner that he wanted to be a family again but she told him she didn’t want that with him and that she didn’t want to be a mother. Eddie didn’t realize it at the time but he had already started building The Buckley-Diaz Family with Buck not long after they started working together in 2x4 “Stuck”.  Buck sees possibilities for Christopher not limitations and he works together with Eddie to find solutions.  He helped Eddie in 3x12 “Fools” by researching other options for Christopher to ride a skateboard which helped them to build him an adaptable one.  Buck has been co-parenting Christopher with Eddie for more than four years and the most important thing about that is Eddie never had to ask Buck for any of it.  Buck simply stepped in with Eddie in 2x4 “Stuck” without overstepping. He helped Eddie develop a support system in L.A. for him and his son while his parents tried to convince Eddie to let them raise Christopher.  His deceased wife abandoned both of them but Buck has been and will continue to be there for both Diaz boys.  
Eddie is working on being better for himself and he’s learning to consider things that make him happy as well as things that will make Christopher happy.  He wants to be better and he’s finally starting to understand that love has to be accepted and it doesn’t mean one has to be in control all the time. He’s learning to accept help from others when he can’t do everything on his own.  He also reconciled with his father and they agreed to work towards being better together.  Healing is not linear and Eddie knows that but he’s doing the work.
Now that Eddie is working on being better for himself and understands that he can be in a relationship with someone who not only loves Christopher but they can and should love him too, will he finally admit that he’s in love with Buck and do something about it?  Are Buck and Eddie getting closer to becoming a CANON couple during season 6 since they both have learned more about true love?  Will they talk about all the things they’ve ignored like The Shooting and Eddie’s will?  Only the showrunners, writers and producers know the answers to those questions.
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buddierights · 2 years
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Thinking about how Eddie told Frank that his drill sergeant used to tell him that pain is weakness leaving the body, and how he understood it and internalized it all wrong. I’ve always understood it as embracing pain because it means you’ll come out stronger in the end. Embracing the pain in exercise and training means you’re breaking down your muscles and building them back stronger. Embracing emotional pain will hurt but it will allow you to address something that is amiss and begin to heal. But Eddie just heard “pain is weakness” and all he knew was to brush things off and move on, so he internalized that saying to mean he can’t allow himself to feel pain, always staying strong for those around him until the pain grew to be too much to handle. I can’t wait to see his journey through healing now that he has not only allowed himself to feel that pain, but showed his pain to Buck and hopefully has realized he doesn’t need to face it alone.
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getoutofthisplace · 1 year
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Dear Gus & Magnus,
Magnus is more physical than Gus ever was as a toddler, and Gus is often the victim of Magnus's physicality. We've been working on teaching him to protect himself from Magnus's hair-pulling, ear-pulling, scratching, and pinching (and occasional biting) instead of letting Magnus get to him and then screaming for help.
Gus reminds me of the way I was as a boy. Our house was not a very physically rambunctious house. Laura and I mostly fought using words, not our bodies. I remember riding on my dad's back and pretending he was a bucking bronco when I was a kid, and I remember wrestling with him a couple of times as a teenager, but I mostly didn't like any physical confrontation and avoided it at all costs. When Will and John physically fought, which was often, it made me uncomfortable. Hitting people in football made me uncomfortable. When basketball got physical, I hated it. I preferred non-contact sports -- tennis and baseball.
When I went to basic training, I had to engage in a pugil stick bout (giant Q-Tip fight), and I was incredibly nervous about it. When the time came, the drill sergeants chose competition by size. I fought this guy I liked named Straub. He was built just like me, which I didn't like because it meant I had no excuse for losing, should that be the case. It was the first time I'd ever really been tested in what could be called physical combat. When the drill sergeant blew the whistle, I fought like hell and used my pugil stick to knock Straub to the ground a couple of times and win my bout.
I still don't like physical combat in any form, but I like knowing I have the ability to harness my aggression if I need to. One day, Gus will have to learn he has that ability too, I think. But something tells me Magnus will always know.
Dad.
Little Rock, Arkansas. 3.5.2023 - 9.53am.
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thekernblabskys · 2 years
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Beautiful Smile Makeovers, Advanced General Dentistry
We love how even the cheesiest jokes, when informed to a child, can end result in full-on stomach giggles. One of our favourite matters is seeing a infant giggle and exhibit off their healthful smile.
We’ve compiled a listing of some of the silliest dentist jokes we’ve heard. Share them with your infant and possibly they’ll keep in mind some of them to inform us on their subsequent visit!
1.) Q: Which is the first-rate day to go to the dentist? A: Tooth-day.
2.) Q: Which dinosaur is a dentist’s favorite? A: Flosso-raptor.
3.) Q: What do you name two dentists that are very different? A: Molar opposites.
4.) Q: Why did the deer go to the dentist? A: It had buck teeth.
5.) Q: What do you name a dentist that doesn’t like tea? A: Dentis.
6.) Q: What is a dentist’s favourite variety of boat? A: A teeth ferry.
7.) Q: Why did the donut go to the dentist? A: It wished a filling.
8.) Q: What job did the dentist have in the army? A: Drill sergeant.
9.) Q: Why did the golfer go to the dentist? A: He bought a gap in one.
10.) Q: What sort of award did the dentist win? A: A little plaque.
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