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cinematicsoph · 2 years ago

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valntyne • calum hood blurb

summary: it's your first valentines day in a relationship and you're super excited. however, everything that could go wrong - did. and your boyfriend doesn't even seem to remember it's valentines day…or does he?

warnings: swearing, super duper cheesy…like extremely cheesy

a/n: heyyyy how y'all doing? happy valntyne's day, lovers! i randomly got this idea listening to valentine and luckily Cal won the twitter poll bc i lowkey wanted him to win it all along oops lol. anyways (as always) thank you to my amazing editor and to you guys reading this! i hope you enjoy and that you had a great valentines day !

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Today sucks. It has honestly been the worst day you’ve had in a long time. To make matters worse, it’s your first Valentine’s Day in a relationship and your boyfriend didn’t seem to remember or care.

You and Calum have been dating for four months and things have been going great. You and the guys have been friends for so long but you always felt different about Calum. When he finally got the courage to ask you out, you were ecstatic. Now it’s Valentine’s Day and while you usually hate this holiday since you never got to fully experience it, you were looking forward to spending the day with your boyfriend. But Calum didn’t say anything about Valentine’s Day when he woke up, and then you got called into work at 6 am so you couldn’t even stay at home with him. Then you got a shit ton of work thrown at you, and you spilt your coffee on your outfit and important documents that needed to be sent out before you left. It seemed that everything that could go wrong, did. All you wanted to do was go home and curl up in a ball, never to leave again. You knew that by now Calum had left your house to go back to his own and you couldn’t tell if that made you feel better or worse. Part of you longed for his comforting cuddles. His body temperature always seeming warmer than normal and his tattoos were strangely calming to trace always made you feel better. But the other part of you desperately wanted to be alone. To go to the grocery store and buy whatever the hell you wanted, go home to change into your pajamas, and binge watch John Mulaney specials until the tears on your cheeks turned to ones of laughter. Unfortunately, you cannot have both.

Work seemed to drag on, the end of your shift always seeming out of reach. Until finally, your boss walked into your office. “Y/N, you’ve been here for nearly 10 hours. Go home and enjoy the holiday with your boyfriend.”

��Yeah, I’m good. Thanks” you said, ignoring her and continuing the last of your work.

“Hey, I know I’m your boss. But I’d like to think that we’re friends too. I can tell when somethings wrong, Y/N. Did something happen between you and Calum?” She closes your door and sits down in the chair across from you. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You look up at her and the sympathetic look on her face made you tear up. “It’s just been such a shitty day, and it’s my first Valentine’s Day in a relationship, and my boyfriend doesn’t even seem to care. I woke up this morning hoping for at least a “Happy Valentine’s Day” from him. But I didn’t get anything. I got a “good morning” and then a phone call that I had to come in today. I just…I just want to go home and be alone,” you say choking up. You’re trying to keep the tears from falling and then you realize how much you just spilt to your boss. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant like that. I’m just so tired.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Why don’t you go treat yourself to some sweets and go home, okay? I’ll have one of the interns finish the last little bit of work.” You nod and gather your stuff. You quietly thank her and walk out your office door. As you’re walking to your car, you check your phone in hopes that Calum remembered what day it was and texted you. But there was nothing. No call, text, not even a tag on Instagram for a Valentine’s Day post. At this point, you don’t even want the sweets. You don’t want to walk through the store and see more people. So you head home, hoping for some quiet.

After unlocking the door and walking in, you take off your shoes and notice a rose petal on the mat you keep your shoes on. Confused, you pick it up and look at it. Looking at the floor, you notice more rose petals. You being to grow more confused and decide to follow them out of curiosity. You follow them all the way upstairs to your bedroom. You see that they go under the closed door so you open it up. Your bedroom is covered in balloons and rose petals and sitting on your bed is your boyfriend, grinning like a mad man. He looks as handsome as ever in a suit and red tie, hold a giant teddy bear and a few boxes of chocolates.

“Hey,” he says smiling even more (if that’s even possible).

“Hi.” You say quietly, walking over to him. “What is all this?”

“Well, I was hoping to spend Valentine’s Day with my favorite person ever, but they got called into work. And a little birdie may or may not have mentioned the terrible day you had. I didn’t forget about Valentine’s Day, love. I just really wanted to surprise you.” And that’s when the dam holding your tears back finally gives out. You sniffle and look at him. “Hey, it was not my intention to make you cry!” He sets the teddy bear and chocolates on your bed and walks over to you. He hugs you and lightly kisses your head.

“You’re just…you’re so incredible and I just spent the work day angry at you because I thought you didn’t care about Valentine’s Day.” Your words are muffled by his shirt. “I’m so sorry, Cal.”

“No, don’t apologize, love. I wanted to surprise you and I obviously didn’t think this through very well.” You shake your head and look up at him.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You peck his lips and he wipes your tears.

He kisses your head again and for the first time—he says “I love you.” You swear you have never felt the way you are feeling right now. You face breaks out into a huge smile and you kiss him. Eventually you pull away for air, still smiling.

“I love you too, Calum. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You walk over to the box of chocolates and giggle when you see “will you be my valntyne?” written on the lid. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He smiles and hugs you from behind. “Now let’s go cuddle and watch John Mulaney.”

“You read my mind.” You turn and kiss his nose.

“There’s a horse loose in the hospital!”

After you change into comfier clothes, you and Cal are cuddled together on the couch with your favorite comedian on in the background. He brought all the snacks and treats to the living room and refused to eat any of it claiming “it’s for you, love.” He pulls you closer and lightly draws shapes on your back. As he does, you feel your eyes begin to feel heavy. The long day and tears finally caught up with you and exhaustion kicks in.

“Love, you can take a nap. I know your day was rough,” he whispers and kisses your head. “You must be so tired.”

“‘M fine, Cal. I wanna stay up with you.” Your eyes are closed and you are cuddled into his side as much as possible.

“Go ahead and take a nap, love. I’ll be fine. I can carry you to bed if you want.” You nod, already half asleep. He picks you up and brings you back to your room. He lays you down on the bed and kisses your head. He starts to walk to the door

“Stay,” you say. You grab his wrist to stop him from walking away from you. “Please, Cal.” You look up at him as he smiles and nods. He takes his jeans and shirt off then lays next to you. Your legs end up tangled together, his arms wrap around your body pulling you as close to his chest as possible. He rubs your back and kisses your head every once and a while.

“I love you so much,” he whispers. Since he said it the first time, he hasn’t stopped. While watching the special, he would look at you when you were laughing and say it. You would say it back, obviously. He must’ve thought you had fallen asleep, but you were still slightly awake. “God, how did I get so lucky. I don’t deserve you, love. I really don’t.”

“Cheesy fucker,” you say with a sleepy giggle. You open your eyes and look up at him.

“I thought you were asleep!” He laughs, but is clearly embarrassed.

“I am! I am, keep going.” You quickly close your eyes again with a wide smile on you face.

“Yeah, no. I’m not going to make that ego of yours any bigger.” You both laugh and he kisses your head. “Just go back to sleep, bub. We can go back to watching John Mulaney specials and eating our weight in chocolate when you wake up.” You nod and look up at him. You kiss his nose and cuddle back into his side. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Cal.” You smile and close your eyes again. Before falling asleep again you remembered something. “You are gonna clean up the rose petals…right?”

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valentiyne · 1 year ago

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𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗓𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗍. three ☆ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽

Calum Hood x Fem!Reader part one part two Summary: It had been weeks since you heard Luke's voice- something needed to change no matter who stood in your way. Warnings: Mild cursing & Mentions of infidelity. Word Count: 2.1k Copyright © 2023 Valentine. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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Calum Hood was guilty. He didn't show it though, putting on a smile every time he stepped out the door and posing with the numerous fans alongside his best friend, Luke.

Luke Hemmings wasn't guilty. He put on a front that he was the happiest man, having everything at the touch of his hand. His hand loosely wrapped around your waist as you both stood on red carpets together, showing off your "Hollywood couple" status.

But in reality, you hadn't talked in weeks. You'd been staying with Calum, you on the couch and him in his room. You couldn't dare sleep in that bed again, could hardly stand being in the same vicinity as him. He wasn't mad, neither was Luke, but you were mad at yourself and that was enough. The night Luke found out, he didn't tell you to leave or pack your stuff. He just pulled you in for a hug and turned on the balls of his feet and walked back into his room.

Luke wanted to hate him, he wanted nothing more than to march over to the end of the tour bus and knock his ass out- but for some odd reason, he couldn't put one foot before the other. Maybe it had something to do with you, knowing it'd made you upset. It shouldn't even matter to him how upset you were because you were the last person to take anyone's feelings into consideration.

Calum took note of the amount of uneasiness Luke showed, almost always going out of his way to sit as close to him as possible during interviews, borrowing his stuff without asking- even going as far as stealing his guitar picks to throw him over the edge.

"What are you thinking about", Calum asks from across the dining room table, his voice echoing through the room. I stared down at my plate, my fork trembling in my hand as I recounted all the times I've left Luke in the middle of the night- just to end up in this house.

"Just not hungry", I reply quietly, pushing my chair back as I stand, scooping up the plate and marching over to the trash can.

Calum sighs loudly and drops his fork onto his plate, letting it clatter loudly as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

"For god's sake, Y/n", he starts, standing up and walking towards me. He grabs my arm gently and turns me to face him, examining my face. The rings under my eyes were apparent, regardless of the layers of concealer and powder I packed on. I looked like shit, and I didn't need a sympathetic look to tell me- I felt like shit too.

"When are we going to talk about this?". He pleads, his grip on my arm tightening ever so slightly.

"There's nothing to talk about, we did what we did and now I have to pay the price", I shrug softly and tear my arm from his reach, walking towards the trash can and scraping the food into the bin. He doesn't say anything as I slowly walk towards the sink and drop the dishes in, clasping my hands on the edge of the sink and I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.

"I'm going to Luke's tonight." I finally say, turning to Calum who stood in the dining room dumbfounded.

"Do you think that's a good idea?", He asks, turning to grab his wine off the table and taking a small sip.

"I don't know, but I want to see him", I rub my eyes with my hands, hard enough that I see fireworks. "I need to."

Calum nods a few times, swirling the red liquid in the glass before raising it up to his lips to finish off.

"Okay, do you want me to drive you?"

I shake my head; that's probably the last thing we need.

"I'll be okay", I say unconvinced, moving towards the living room which held my pile of stuff in the corner. I crouch down and bury my hands through my bag, pulling out my car keys and shoes before turning to look at Calum. He stood in the same position I left him in, staring at me cautiously. Almost as if I was a ticking time bomb, and he was scared that if he got too close or said the wrong thing, I'd explode.

"I'll call you if I need anything." I mentally curse myself, hating the very words that slip out of my mouth. It should be an innocent saying, but I was saying it to Calum Hood- the same person who was one call away when I needed him more than anything. With a swift movement, Calum stands in front of me and places a gentle platonic kiss on my forehead.

I sat in the driveway of our house for a while, looking up to see all the lights were out. I wanted to reverse back out and pretend I never came, it's been weeks since I've seen him and I don't want to rub salt on a fresh wound. But I also couldn't bring myself to shift the car into gear, staring frozen in time at the kitchen light that was now flicked on. I could see his silhouette, his messy hair, and his oversized shirt.

I could almost paint the picture in my head, the brown shirt encased in holes that he so desperately loved, the gold hair clip he stole from me knitted in his hair to keep his curls from his face, and the embroidered socks on his feet that I made him two years ago.

I opened the car door slowly, sliding out cautiously and onto the pavement. The light was still on so I picked up my pace towards the porch. I stepped over the creaky panel and placed my hand on the handle, the cold metal unwelcoming me. I look down at my feet, mentally telling myself to "get this shit over with" and see him.

The door swings open before I can react, dragging my hand with it, and my foot stumbles inside the door. I look up in horror to see Luke towering over me, a bag of chips in one hand and his phone in the other. He wore the brown shirt, his hair in the gold clip, and the socks were placed neatly on his feet.

We both don't say anything, he continues chewing a mouthful of chips before swallowing. I finally let go of the door handle and Luke steps aside, allowing me to fully walk into the house. I drop my purse on the shoe stand, my keys rested on the hook next to the door and I slip my shoes off- a habit Luke made me pick up. I slowly put my shoes on the stand, eyeing Luke's Converse now caked in mud. I turn around slowly to face him, the same emotionless eyes staring back at me. He shakes the chip bag, peering down inside before turning it towards me with a raised eyebrow.

"No thank you, i'm okay", I say quietly, putting a hand up at the offer.

He shrugs his shoulders and turns around, walking towards the living room and sitting on the floor- where the couch once was

"What happened to the couch?", I ask, following hot on his trail up until he sat down.

"Threw it out", Is all he responds with, stuffing his mouth with a handful of chips again.

I nod slowly, looking around the house to take note of anything else that's change. Everything else remained the exact same, aside from the couch now being gone and a photo of Calum, Luke and I surfing now shattered on the ground in the far corner.

Luke didn't dare look me in the eyes for a second time, just eating what was left of the bag and keeping his eyes focused on the movie playing in front of him.

"Lu?" My voice is quiet, almost like I was saying it for the first- or last time.

He mumbles in response, his body turning to slowly face me but his eyes meeting anywhere but me.

"Can we talk?"

He laughs now, a heartfelt chuckle that makes his cheeks turn red and the ground beneath us to vibrate gently.

"Talk? Talk about what, Y/n?"

I didn't have a response, I wasn't even sure we'd make it this far in a conversation.

"Luke," I start, crossing my hands over my body, "I love you. What I did-"

"Fuck you, Y/n" He spits out, finally meeting my eyes as he stares me down, mentally shooting daggers.

"Wha-"

"No fuck you for even trying to pull that on me right now. 'I love you Luke' and 'It was all a mistake, I'll never do it again." He mocks me now, standing up to his feet and walking up to me. "Were you rehearsing that in your head for the last year while my best friend took you on every fucking surface of this house?" His voice raises drastically, his body inching closer to me.

I don't cut him off, I let him speak his mind- knowing it's probably been bottling up for a while.

"I trusted you with everything, you've been by my side since day one- back when I had nothing. I just can't believe this, you show up here after a few weeks thinking things will go back to normal?", he throws his hands up in the air, "Nothing that happened was normal, I have to scrub my body in the shower for hours to try and get the idea of Calum touching you like I used to out of my head."

I stare at him, silent for almost an eternity before I dare to open my mouth.

"Luke, I'm sorry. I fucked up-"

"Fuck that, there's no fixing this. I don't want to kick you out but I think it'd probably be for the better. I'll help you pack and pay for a place, but I just don't think you being here is a good idea anymore." His voice cracks.

Nodding my head, I bite down on my tongue to stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. It'd be selfish of me to cry, unfair to him and the pain I put him through.

"Okay", I walk past him, slowly inching my way up the stairs with our eyes locked. His hands were clenched at his side, watching my every step.

Once inside the bedroom, I closed the door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed. Many emotions ran through my head, I wasn't quite sure what I was feeling- but I knew I didn't like it either. The clock on the nightstand ticked agonizingly slow, causing my leg to bounce before I finally stood and made my way into our once-shared closet. To my surprise, all of my stuff was already packed neatly into a few boxes; my glassware was delicately wrapped in newspaper and my valuables were stored safely. I could hear the door swing open behind me, my eyes not averting from the box as I heard his footsteps slow right behind me. His hands wrapped around my chest, crouching down to put his head on mine as he rocked us both slowly.

"I'm sorry", his voice cracks for the second time tonight, and I feel my body start to tremble underneath his reach.

"For what", I whisper quietly, almost mentally praying he couldn't hear me.

"For not being good enough."

Luke had helped me carry all of my belongings to the car, gently placing them down in the truck and putting my stuffed animals behind the seatbelts. We had avoided each other's touch since the shared moment in the closet, retracing quickly if we even bumped hands reaching for the same object. It was killing me and I knew it had the same effect on him.

"I think that's everything", He dusted his hands onto his basketball shorts, a mere smile painted on his face. I return the smile towards him, rocking on my feet before nervously playing with my hair.

"Thanks for the help.", I watch as he slowly averts his gaze to me again, scanning my eyes before walking closer. His face is almost millimeters apart from mine and I could feel his breath on my cheeks. His eyes were emotionless, almost dark blue in hue and deadly.

He stares at me, almost contemplating his next actions before he bends down and plants a gentle kiss on my lips in one swift action. I return the kiss, almost too quickly- causing his to pull away and clear his throat.

"For what it's worth, I really hope Im the last person who gets to do that", He laughs innocently, swinging my drivers door open and letting me slip inside. I give a sympathetic smile, closing my eyes for a moment before sighing.

"I do too"

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