constant “you up?” texts, even if you’re thousands of miles apart. he likes checking up on you.
sending each other instagram reels. he’ll send you stuff about tarot cards, you’ll send him cooking videos or recipes you want to try.
if he’s on tour or busy doing press for a new 5sos project, nudes are your go-to. you send a photo wearing no shirt and skimpy underwear? you bet he’s sending you a shirtless photo back, prompting you to take off your clothes.
you refrain from calling each other certain pet names or nicknames, but calum is adamant on calling you “baby,” so you call him “babe” in return.
he rolls you a joint for when you aren’t together every time you’re with him— it’s a parting gift. you do smoke with him on occasion.
you both are always sending each other new music you’ve discovered. he’ll wake up to a spotify link or you’ll go to sleep with your headphones on, listening to whatever tune calum sent you that day.
impromptu/spontaneous late night drives are a must. one minute you’re binge-watching your favorite show, the next minute you’re bent over the console giving calum head.
“you’re so fucking hot.” / “you’re so fucking high.”
every once in awhile, you go out to eat. you and calum have crafted a perfect list of late-night restaurants and cheap meals for whenever hunger strikes.
he always sends you clips of whatever he’s working on, whether it be new 5sos songs or a solo project. your ears are first to listen.
he leaves hickeys on your body, preferably where nobody else can see them. he favors leaving them in-between your thighs or somewhere on your stomach.
you’re affectionate, but not overtly. you hold hands from time to time, you make-out a lot, you cuddle. whatever is comfortable for you both, you engage in it.
you have inside jokes nobody else knows, not even the rest of 5sos. you’ll crack a familiar line that sends calum into a fit of laughter and the rest of the band looks at you both like you’re insane.
in passionate moments, calum records you having sex. he enjoys capturing the way your eyes roll back when he gives a particularly hard thrust, your lips wrapped around his dick or the way you whine when he whispers something filthy in your ear.
you steal his clothes, he steals your beanies.
“what do the cards say, oh wise one?” / “they say we should fuck.” / “how convenient.” / “i know right?”
calum tries to teach you how to play bass, but you end up getting distracted by how close you are to each other. sex ensues.
you get him into your favorite tv show and he’s mildly annoyed by it— even more so if he’s on the road and can’t watch it.
you both have some romantic feelings for each other, but with his career and your doubts, neither of you are sure the relationship would work if it got serious.
“dude.” / “bro.” / “…are you flirting with me?” / “….maybe.”
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