Stanning Idiots

summary: in which straight A student riley takes a break from her procrastinating to help pretty boy zion with more than just his homework

author’s note: @softhottie‘s submission for @temperaryheart‘s 700 follower challenge! literally posting on the last day but better late than never, right? (haven’t written for leisure in a while so fair warning)

prompt: prettymuch lyric (bolded)

warnings: mention of drugs, smut (oral, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging)

word count: 3.5k

No on-campus college experience is complete without the following things: sleepless coffee-driven nights, at least one blackout drunk party experience, and a casual hookup or two. Third year Sociology major Zion could definitely say he’s checked off all of the above (several times, he might add). He was especially well-versed in the collegiate sport of hooking up. In fact, he would probably be considered something of an MVP. He’s had his fair share of players in his game. But like with any sport, it takes strategy. There was a secret artform to finding the most opportune times for intimacy when in college. Shared rooms and thin walls don’t exactly allow for privacy, especially when the room in question is shared with a nosy Italian business major named Nick.

This is why Zion decided to make every second count when he discovered his best friend and roommate Nick would be out of their dorm room for a few hours. According to Nick, his abnormal psychology midterm was “going to be the death of him.” It was his last exam before finals week, and he knew he couldn’t afford to fail so he announced that he would be spending that entire Thursday evening in the library studying for it. Zion tried to hide his excitement at his friend’s departure.

“Damn bro, that sucks. Happy studying though,” he managed to utter on Nick’s way out, feigning concern.

Paring: Calum x reader

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: This is part 2 to Where You in the Morning? Some of have you have been so patiently waiting for this next part and I’m so sorry it took me literally year to write it. Those of you that haven’t read the first part should go ahead and do that before reading this one. Title is from Shawn Mendes’ song Why. I hope you enjoy, please don’t hate me and feel free to yell at me in my inbox. As always thank you to @myloverboyash​ for reading this over. 

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Calum hasn’t see her in weeks, hasn’t spoken to her in the same amount of time. He’s not sure what he expected from the first time he saw her but it wasn’t this. The last place he ever thought he would see her again was at the car in a club, with some other dude’s arm wrapped around her shoulder. Calum couldn’t help the sudden jealousy that washed over him, seeing her out with someone when the last time he spoke to her he’d told her he loved her and she once again, walked away from him. Calum hadn’t been with anyone since her and he felt a sting in his chest that it wasn’t the same for her. But, the look of shock on her face said that she hadn’t planned on seeing him in a setting like this either, and the way she stepped out of her company’s touch, also told him she didn’t necessarily want Calum to see her here.

Summary: When life is overwhelming and all you can feel is broken Calum is there to help ease the ache. 

Word count: 1k

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Calum could see the exhaustion that’d been following you; the tiredness in your eyes and languid movements were inescapable. He could note the anxiety that captured you; chapped and bitten lip and nervous tics non maskable. He had kept his eye on you the last few days, ready for you to come to him, his personality and your relationship never one to push. He’d wait, arms open and ready to console you. You knew he was there but there was always something in the back of your mind that kept the words in, kept your feelings in a glass bottle. Sometimes it took a push to finally crack; sometimes you simply shattered.

Calum's Intros: Fever Dream Edition

  This is basically self-indulgent dirty smut. But also goes out to my Listy Anon. Sorry this took so long sweetheart!

You were in a panic.

The deep purple bruises on your neck were almost impossible to cover with concealer, and you were about to walk down the aisle of your friends wedding as a bridesmaid. These were just the hickeys that everyone could see, if they knew all the other places you had them they might think even worse of you.

“I can’t believe you slept with some rando from the bar and let him mark you up like that. Are you insane?” Your friend Kate said from behind you. You looked at her in the mirror as you continued piling on the concealer.

“Not now, Kate. I’m not in the mood for lectures.” You sigh, finally seeing some progress in the coverage.

“Who was this guy anyways?” Kate smooths down her hair in the mirror you’re using.

Making a hot track with @calumhood yesterday. Excuse my outfit’s awesomeness and also hi @postmalone how are you

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