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stardusttrashed · 4 years

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Football Coach Part 20

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Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warning: Angst

Weeks had passed since that night- the drunk decisions that piled on top of each other. Calum was practically attached to your hip. His hands made your body their new home, always settling on you intentionally and unintentionally. Evermore so since he officially moved in; boxes unpacked, apartment sold, the whole nine yards.

Calum squeezed your hip, pulling himself closer to you, “I promise we don’t need to buy a whole new dresser, love.”

“Mhm-- just like how we didn’t need to buy you extra hangers when you kept stealing mine. You’re so full of s-- stuff.” You looked down at D’artagnan with an apologetic smile, thankfully he paid no attention to your close slip up.

“What ‘bout that one?” D’artagnan pointed at the chestnut dresser displayed in the quaint and cozy room display. The sky blue decorations contrasted the primarily black furniture.

You twisted yourself, turning to face Calum with an expectant look. His eyes roamed over the room before finally landing on the dresser. He was gorgeous under the Ikea lights- so relaxed and natural, domestic even. His peach lips parted just enough for a quiet sigh to slip past. The caterpillar brows forever resting on his face- furrowed in concentration. The bridge of his nose highlighted by the fluorescent lights hanging overhead.

“It’s nice, good pick bubs.” Despite the encouraging smile on his face, you could detect the hesitation hidden in his chocolate eyes. “But maybe we should wait for a little-- y’ know to give mommy here time to make more room for me.”

“But it’s bigger than the one she has now,” D’artagnan pressed on, adamant on helping. Anything he could do to ensure Calum was completely settled into the house he did. He was probably the most excited out of the three of you that Calum was moving in. It was like a constant sleepover, interrupted by various kissing and ‘alone time’ between you and Calum, but still just as fun.

“I was thinkin’,” you interrupted D’artagnan in a gentle voice, “since you’re getting taller and all- why don’t you go pick out another bed?”

D’artagnan looked up at you beaming with excitement, “really?”

“Really really, Calum and I will be right behind you.” You held the basket steady and he clambered over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before hopping out. You waited until he took off around down the aisle before completely turning to face Calum. “What’s up with you lately? You’ve been.. Distant.” You poked your finger into his chest as you looked up at him.

“Distant eh,” Calum chuckled as he looked down, the space between you barely enough for a piece of paper.

You groaned, rolling your eyes at his cocky grin.“You know exactly what I mean Calum. You hang back whenever we go out together where someone from the team might see. I try to get you to settle in, no more bags or boxes, and you put on this fake face like you’re only doing it to spare my feelings. You change the topic whenever I say we should tell D’artagnan and our families about our engagement. If-,” you let out a deep sigh to steel your nerves. “If you’re having second thoughts about moving in with us, just tell me. I can make up something so D’artagnan won’t know, just-.”

“No, no, no. It’s nothing like that.” He cupped your cheek gently, grazing your skin with his thumb as he pulled you closer. “I love living with you and I’m sorry. I was trying to find the right time or way to tell you but I got a call from my coach. Our season is supposed to start and he- well he wants me to be team captain.”

“That’s great news Calum!”

Your beaming smile only made it harder to continue his announcement. Calum sighed and broke his gaze from your momentarily. “Pay wise, yeah it is- I’d be able to spoil you and D’artagnan more. But.. we’d, my team and I, we’d be going all around the country and if we make it far enough, out of the country.” You let out a quiet ‘oh’. “I have two days to decide and our season starts next week.”

“What ‘bout the misfits?”

“I know-.”

“The tournament- who’d coach them Calum?”

“I don’t know. If I took the position I’d wouldn’t be able to coach them through the championship.”

As much as you wanted to avoid thinking selfishly, but you couldn’t help it. It had been nearly two weeks since that so-called phone call. “When were you going to tell me,” your voice wavered. “Or were you going to even tell me at all?” You narrowed your eyes at him, your heart teetering the line of being upset and being hurt.

“Of course I was going to tell you-.”

“How silly of me, of course, you were- not like weeks had passed since you found out. Or like we’ve had plenty of alone time or anything.” A quiet scoff escaped your lips as you rolled your eyes. “Anything else you’ve ‘been meaning’ to tell me, or do I have to wait again.”

“Why are you overreacting like-” the words left his mouth before he could even completely process them. “Y/n, that’s not... I-.” He could see the hurt in your eyes slowly transform to an annoyance like a switch being flipped, your glare unwavering.

“You’re completely right, I’m going to overreact over there,” you pointed in the direction D’artagnan had run off in for emphasis. “You’re welcome to join us, if not then I’ll just call you when we’re ready to leave.” You turned to leave before stopping yourself, “actually I’d probably have to think about when the right time to tell you would be.”

The car ride home was dragged out due to the awkward air hanging- not even the radio could help. D’artagnan focused on the blur of buildings outside of the window, oblivious to the situation. Or maybe he was simply ignoring it. Calum thought maybe the air would be lighter once you arrived at the house but if anything it got worse. His mumbled sorry’s only added weight to the already heavy air. It was crushing him, drowning him. You simply held your breath- wallowing in the brutal atmosphere. It wasn’t even the fact that he said you were overreacting. You wallowed over the fact that he practically hid something from you. That he seemed okay leaving without a warning. What if he decided to do the same randomly? What if one day you wake up and he’s just not there anymore?

You sat on the bed with your knees to your chest. Your thoughts raced a thousand miles per second, flipping back and forth between the situation, what if’s, and desperate attempts to keep yourself from crying.

“I’m taking the spot,” Calum’s voice interrupted your train of thought. He leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom, his eyes scanning you for a reaction. He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want you to make some sort of protest. Instead, all he received were your steady glassy eyes. He sighed and stepped into the room, trudging through the air that left him heavy-hearted and breathless. Your eyes focused on his movements, watching his hands move like slugs in syrup as he packed a small suitcase. “And I- I figured it’d be best to give you some space.”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled under your breath. Calum brushed aside your actual words- far too relieved to hear your voice again. The simple hour or so felt like an eternity of solitude. “How am I supposed to sleep without your cuddles? And who’d Dart quietly mess with when I don’t want to wake up?”

“I hadn’t even thought of that,” Calum chuckled nervously.

“Of course you didn’t, idiot.” You crawled to the edge of the bed, pulling him towards you with the waistband of his pants. “I’m still not happy that you waited so long to tell me.”

“I know sweetheart and I promise I’ll make it up to you, starting now.” He nuzzled the tip of his nose against yours, his breath fanning over your lips. He could finally breathe again. Finally graced with your fragrance. He spent every single bit of his breath kissing you- drowning in the only way he felt was proper. “I love you… entirely.”

“Show me.” You melted into his kiss, determined to ingrain the feeling of him into every bit of your mind. Your mind took every piece of him it could, bottling it up to save for a rainy day.

“I will sweetheart. I promise. But not until I tell Bub, he deserves to know I’m leaving.”

“You’re what?!”

You whipped your head toward the door just in time to see the stuffed animal D’artagnan was holding drop to the floor.

“Is that why you were quiet in the car,” he shouted, the hurt in his eyes deepening with each passing second. “You can’t leave! You can’t! What about our team? We worked hard like you said!”

Calum slowly walked over to him, squatting down to his eye level. “I don’t want to, but-.”

“Then don’t,” D’artagnan stated blatantly- his voice startling you and Calum. “We made it this far! We can’t give up.” He stared down Calum with glassy brown eyes, unable to form any more words. How could he? How could Calum lead the team this far and abandon them? How could he abandon him?

“You know you and the team mean so much to me.”

“Then don’t leave! You can stay here and coach us.”

“If I go then I’ll be able to take more care of you and your mummy. I can buy you more toys and take you on trips.”

“You can do that if you stay! I can sell my toys- I’ll-.”

“Dart,” you cooed sadly as you clamber over to him. His small frame felt so fragile in your arms. “We’ll make it work okay. If he goes we could go on trips and watch Calum play. Maybe you’d even meet some of your favorite players. Trust me he’s not doing it to hurt you or the team.”

“I-’m goin’ outside,” he mumbled as he slipped out of your arms, gently pushing you away. Without another word he walked off, eyes focused on his shuffling feet. The closing door brought a new wave of heavy silence.

“Guess I’m on a roll with making you guys upset today, huh,” Calum awkwardly joked. You let a forced chuckle. “I can try to talk to him-- if you want.” He looked over at you with hopeful eyes. You knew seeing D’artagnan like this hurt him just as much as it did you. Calum loved him, sometimes more than he loved you.

“I got this one,” you finally replied after a minute. Each step you took toward the back door was like stepping with bricks tied to your feet. You had to be careful about how you went to him right now.

“Wanna talk about it?” You plopped down beside him on the platform swing causing it to sway gently. His eyes shifted over to you as he shrugged nonchalantly.

Moments passed where the only thing that greeted your ears was the breeze and sounds of birds. You forced yourself to keep quiet, absentmindedly scratching the mesh on the swing. D’artagnan did the same, using the sound to keep his mind off the thought of Calum leaving.

“I- is there something wrong with me?”

Your face twisted into a frown“Why would you ever think such a thing baby?”

He shrugged again, “I dunno.” He kept his eyes on the mesh. “Everyone seems to leave,” his voice wavered. “All the time.”

“I haven’t.”

“You’re different. I don’t know, it’s stupid. Nevermind.” He shook his head, his curls slapping his forehead. “I don’t want Papa to go, he promised he wouldn’t. I don’t want him to be like my dad… I like having Calum around.”

“And I like having you around.” Calum’s voice startled you both, nearly causing D’artagnan to fall off the swing. Calum let out a melodious laugh before running over to stabilize D’artagnan. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or interrupt. I just wanted to tell you I love you, Bub. I love you and your Mummy. You guys are definitely one of the best things that have happened to me. I don’t plan on leaving either of you any time soon, okay?” He took a break to kiss D’artagnan’s forehead. “And if you want me to I’ll stay here.”

D’artagnan shook his head, chewing on his bottom lip, “go.” The words took Calum off guard. He had prepared a whole speech expecting to have to call his coach and deny the position. “Just- just promise you’ll come back. Mummy can coach the team, we’ll be okay. And I can help around the house when you’re gone. But you gotta come back… please.”

Calum searched his wide brown eyes brimmed with tears. Was that really what he was worried about? What they worried about? “Always. I’m never going to abandon you or your Mummy,” he made sure to look at you briefly before refocusing on the kid. “You’re my family and I want to be there for you all I can.”

Tears streamed down D’artagnan’s cheeks and were fighting to make their way out of your eyes as Calum wrapped his arms around the both of you. He felt like a blanket fresh out the dryer, his warmth providing a blanket of safety around the pair of you. His secure yet gentle hold tole you everything you needed to know. You felt foolish for doubting he’d stay earlier. He was here for you and D’artagnan, right now, tomorrow, and as long as he possibly could be.

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stardusttrashed · 5 years

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Football Coach Part 18

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Word Count: 1515

Warning: a bit nsfw

“Is this the part where I get murdered,” you joked as you wadded through the darkness. You waited for a reply but came up empty, not even the sound of footprints. “Cal?” The floodlights blinded you as they lit the field you had wandered onto. You continued to wait for a reply, hoping with the lights on he’d announce where he was soon. “Calum Hood this isn’t funny anymore,” you called out, hoping the wavering in your voice didn’t carry out.

“Missed me,” Calum whispered as he snuck up behind you and grabbed your waist. You quickly spun around with your fist raised before you could even fully process what was happening. “Woah woah woah, it’s me, sweetheart,” Calum cooed, cupping your fist in his hand. He brought your hand up to his lips for a quick peck, “just me.”

“Don’t do that to me!” You swatted his laughter caused trembling chest.

“I’m sorry my love. Will it make you feel better if I give you a point now?” You shook your head as you allowed him to pull you closer. “A point and a kiss,” he questioned as he lifted your chin with his forefinger hooked underneath it.

“Bite me, Hood,” you grumbled as you continued to glare daggers at him.

“Where sweet cheeks,” he replied cheekily. “ ‘Cause I’ll happily oblige if you’ll let me.” Dipping his head down to your exposed neck, nipping at the soft skin gently. “I could start here,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling you ever so gently. You pressed your body closer to his, aching for his touch more than you could comprehend. He pulled away to admire you- the way your eyes fluttered closed, your slacked jaw, the way he could tell how much you wanted him without such words even falling from your lips. You were absolutely beautiful in every way and somehow you were all his.

“I take it the game is off then,” you managed to pant, your eyes still closed.

“Oh, not even close. I couldn’t possibly miss out on the chance to beat you again, you’re not getting off that easily.”

Your eyes snapped open as you glared at him again. “What do you mean beat me again? Nah uh, come get this ass kick,” you gloated, pulling from his grasp and walking onto the field further. “How do you want it,” you asked as you pulled your hair up into a ponytail. “Heels on or off, it’s up to you how badly you want to be beaten.”

Calum burst out into laughter at your blatant cockiness, “off. I can’t have you lose and walk out with a broken ankle. Don’t worry, I’ll let you put them back on later,” Calum winked. Are we still gonna start one to zero?”

“Yeah, sweet cheeks, you can have my point though. You’re gonna need it.” You tossed your heels off to the sideline.

Calum dribbled the ball over to you, resting his foot on top of the ball as he came to a stop in front of you. “Y’know this whole cocky act is kinda cute.”

You swept the ball from under his foot, immediately springing into action as you raced down the field. “And your talking is what's gonna help me win,” You called out with the assumption Calum was still way behind you. You kicked the ball, sending it soaring towards the goal only to have Calum swoop in last minute and stop the ball.

“Normally people wait for a ‘go’ before they start a game,” Calum chuckled before making his way to the other side of the field.

The sound of laughter entangled with pants soon filled the seeming enormous stadium. No matter how hard you or Calum tried to outsmart each other nothing seemed to work. Every spin move he tried you had already somehow seen it coming. Any fancy footwork you’d tried to pull, Calum was already blocking it. It had gotten to the point where you could barely make it past halfway line.

“What happened my love? I thought you were gonna kick my ass, huh,” Calum pant behind you, snaking his hands around your hips. His calloused fingers rubbed circles into the bits of exposed skin. He persisted in his attempts to kick the ball away from your control, but nothing like he had previously. “Or was that all talk?”

“Where’s a ref when you need one,” you joked despite making no attempt to stop him. “Last time I checked, feeling on an opponent like this isn’t allowed… not that I’m complaining.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love you.”

“Only like a bazillion times,” you smiled uncontrollably. “And yet every time it feels like a first.” Your cheeks felt as if they had a hair dryer directed onto them at your confession. “You make me feel, gah, I can’t even put into words how you make me feel.” You all concentration you’d focused on the ball and shifted it towards Calum. “I love you.” You spun around in his hands, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck. You scratched through his matted curls, not caring a single bit how sweaty he was.

“I guess that’s game then.” He flashed his signature cheeky smile, “which I guess means I won. Y’know considering you gave me your point and all.”

You hummed quietly as you chewed on your bottom lip, “and how would you like to cash in your price?”

“Think it’s just better if I show you,” Calum boasted, lifting you up easily with one arm. He kisses you like you’re the air he breathes, a meal he’s spent weeks being deprived of. His fervent kiss sent your mind spiraling, heating every ounce of your being. “If that’s alright with you,” Calum growled as he left a trail of kisses down to your neck.

All you could manage out was a quiet whimper and a quiet ‘fuck’. “Please,” you moaned, tugging on his hair gently. “I don’t even care about the turf right now, I just-. Fuck I need you.”

Calum slowly lowered onto his knees before laying you down on the cool fake grass. You helped him slide the jumpsuit teasingly slow off your body. Every inch of him wanted to simply rip the fabric off of you, to not waste a single second. And yet here he was, going too slow for even your taste. He admired every new part of you he uncovered. He committed the sight of you to his memory, reveling in every curve your body had to offer. You exceeded any expectations he had and made that crystal clear with the way his eyes ravaged your body.

You chuckled at the starstruck expression plastered on his face. “Like what you see,” you asked teasingly.

“You have no idea,” Calum replied in a barely audible voice. His swollen lips left sloppy kisses along your burning skin, moving down to meet his hands resting on the waistband of your panties. “All mine,” he grumbled to himself in between kisses. “Let's see how much trash you can talk now peach,” he continued with a sudden surge of confidence, knowing he had you like putty in his hands. Without warning, he ripped the fabric off your body causing you to squeal quietly. He groaned quietly at the sight of your dripping core, licking a long stripe along your entrance. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he praised you quietly before delving in further, lapping up your juices greedily. The way he switched between long slow flicks and quick kitten licks drove you wild. You were a whimpering mess beneath him, your hands desperately searching for something to cling to as he continued relentlessly. Any attempts to grind your hips against him was met with his strong hand pressing your hips down to the ground, pinning you in place.

“Cally, I,” you moaned as your back arched off the field. You tugged on his curls, hoping to somehow bring him closer than he already was.

“That’s it, fall apart for me. I got you,” he reassured you in a husky voice before going back to exploring you as far as he could. His thumb rubbed your clit, matching the pace of his tongue and sending you over the edge. He gently kissed your clit once more before pulling away. He pulled his shirt over his head and handed it to you.

“Is that it?” You ignored the squeak in your voice, too preoccupied with the needy feeling building up within you.

“Far from it,” Calum chuckled as he helped you change into his shirt. “But I want my first time with you as my fiancee to be somewhere else. At least try to make it a little special.”

“You would pick now of all times to try to be cute.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he smiled, picking you up as if you were as light as D’artagnan. “All the way home and twice as much at home,” he kissed you gently, the taste of yourself still fresh on his plump lips.

“Yes please.”

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