5SOS Preferences and Requests

Pancakes

Ashton: "And I'll have the blueberry pancakes as well. Thanks!" Ashton told the waitress handing her his menu. She smiled at him and looked to you. "What'll it be dear?" You glanced back down at your menu and found what you wanted. "I'll have the strawberry shortcake pancakes and a side of bacon please. Thank you." She nodded and took your menu and wobbled off to put in your order. "So Ash? What did you wanna tell me?" You asked sipping your orange juice. He grinned and fumbled with his fingers. He looked nervous. He never looks nervous. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. "I wanted to um tell you that uh...I asked your dad for permission." You stared blankly at him. "Permission for?" He smiled and got out of his chair and kneeled right in front of you. "Permission to do this. Y/N Y/L/N I love you. Will you marry me?" The tears started rolling down your cheeks as you nodded. "Y-yes Ash! I will marry you!" He giggled and pulled out a Ring Pop and slid it onto your finger. You laughed and licked it. "Perfect proposal. I love you Ashton." He stood up and grabbed you for a kiss. "Don't worry. The real ring is at home." He told you with a smirk. "I'd be just fine with this." You gestured to the candy. "I know! But I promised your mom I'd get you a real ring." You giggled again and hugged him. "I can't wait to see it!" He sat back down in his seat with you in his lap. "We need to finish our celebratory pancakes first!" You nodded just as the waitress came back with your food. "Congratulations! You two are adorable together!" She said with a big smile. Ashton kissed your nose. "Thanks! I always thought so too!"

Luke: "But I want pancakes!!!" You yelled at your husband. "But you just asked for Goldfish crackers!" He yelled back. "Those sound disgusting." You said softly. He sighed and threw the crackers in the trash. "Ok. I'll go make pancakes." "Thanks Lukey. I'm sorry." He smiled and kissed your cheek. "Well if you're eating for two I might as well make whatever sounds good to the baby!" You grinned and felt the queasiness once again. "Move blondie!" You screamed pushing Luke into the wall while you ran back to the bathroom. As you got sick once again, you felt Luke's hands on your back rubbing circles. "I'm so sorry babe." You pulled your hand up and flipped him off causing him to laugh. "Ugh. This baby better be cute." You said breathing deeply. "Only 6 months left Y/N. Then we'll have a baby!" You glared at him. "Only 6 months? 1 month feels like a decade!" "What happened to the happy, glowy time of the pregnant woman?" Luke questioned. "Ok how about you try growing something in your stomach, dealing with getting bigger, morning sickness, gassiness, and weird cravings and see how hot you look!!!!" Luke stifled a laugh. "Gassiness?" You shot him another look. "Seriously? That's what you get out of that?" He nodded while covering his mouth, muffling the sounds. "You suck." "Aw I'm sorry. I'm done. You look beautiful and I love you." You rolled your eyes. "I'm gonna go make your pancakes now..." You nodded and got off the floor and went back to your bed. Luke came back half an hour later with pancakes with powdered sugar on top with a glass of milk and strawberries. It looked like something you'd see in an ad on TV. He set the tray in front of you and smiled. "Bon appetit!" You looked at it and wrinkled your nose. "What? Does it smell bad?" He asked. "No. It looks beautiful. But it sounds horrendous now. Can you get me some Cheetos?" Luke opened his mouth then closed it. He nodded and left the room to make his 4th trip to the store just today. "Oh get the puffy ones! Not the thin ones!!!!" "6 months. Lord help us all."

Calum: "Now you're a pancake." Calum said matter of factly. "How am I a pancake? You're a pancake." You muttered. "You're a pancake!" He yelled. "Yes I got that but why am I a pancake?!?" You screamed back at your drunk boyfriend. Well to be honest, you were drunk too. "You're a pancake because pancakes are beautiful!" He screamed. "Pancakes aren't beautiful Calum! They're majestic!" You returned. "Well then you're a beautiful, majestic pancake!" He said looking somewhat confused. "But I don't wanna be a pancake! I wanna be a waffle! Waffles are much prettier!" You punched Calum's arm. "Ow. But pancakes taste better. And they're not as mean as waffles." You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Calum. You're just jealous cause I'm a waffle." He shook his head. "I'm a pancake. Pancakes don't get jealous. So stick that in your juice box and suck it!" He tried to do a dance move but he ended up tripping over his feet and landed on the floor. "Well now you're obviously a pancake." You pointed out. The next morning, both of you were beyond hungover. "Oy. What happened last night? Why am I on the floor? In just my underwear?" Calum sat up. "I dunno. But I really want pancakes. How weird is that?" You laughed. Calum stood up and put in his pants. "Huh. I want waffles. I don't know why you want pancakes. That's just messed up."

Michael: Michael poked your stomach once again. "Y/NNNN. Wake uuuup!" You groaned and pushed him away. "Nooo." He crawled on top of you and poked your nose. "Wake up!" You opened your eyes. "Why? What is so important that you have to wake me from my slumber?" A smile spread on his face. "I wanna go to IHOP!" Your eyes widened. "You do too? I've been wanting pancakes for days!" You squealed. Michael kissed your lips and helped you sit up. "God I love you." You giggled and got up to get dressed. 15 minutes later the blue and white building came into view. Michael opened the door for you and you walked over to the table that the waitress lead you to. You took your seats and grinned at each other like idiots. After the waiter took your order you blew your straw paper at Michael and hit him right in the center of his forehead. "Bullseye!" You giggled. Michael lifted an eyebrow at you. "You're being childish Y/N." Your smile faded as you pulled your hands into your lap. Before you knew it, a straw paper hit you on the nose. Michael smirked at you and winked. You shook your head. "Michael Michael Michael. Tsk. You shouldn't have done that." You picked up your silverware and unwrapped it. You twisted the sticky strip that holds the silverware and flicked it at him. He just barely dodged it and laughed. "You have started a war!!!" Within the next few minutes, various paper products were strewn about. You both laughed at the scene in front of you. Just as Michael flicked another paper ball, you ducked and it went flying, hitting the waitress who was carrying your food. She didn't expect that. But she held on to the plates and continued to come your way. You snorted as Michael turned bright red. She came over and set the plates in front of you. "Can I get you anything else? Nice aim by the way." You shook your head and bit your lip to keep from laughing. After she left you and Michael burst out laughing. "PANCAKES!"

(I don't know what my obsession of pancakes is now...but I hope you liked it! Mwah! Remember I'm always here if you need someone to talk to :)