5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Cravings

Credit (acidcxlum)
Michael.
2:14 a.m. Michael laid in bed, his fingers clasped together as his arms rested above his head, his knuckles touching the headboard. His body was stretched out under the fairly warm blankets, his leg twitching slightly as something odd occurred in his dreams. You were lying next to him, your hand on your protruding belly, your baby girl kicking and obviously hungry. Being 8 months pregnant, you thought the weird cravings would have been over by now, but it seems like they were only beginning once again. Your cravings ranged from mango ice cream with cinnamon, New York style hot dogs, pickled eggs and salmon, but tonight your baby was hankering for a double cheeseburger. You hated for Michael to get up, but you weren't allowed to drive, doctors orders. Biting your lip you sat up, turning on the bedside lamp and reaching over to tap his cheek. "Mike," His brows furrowed, shaking off your touch. "Mikey, wake up." With a deep groan he opened his eyes, bringing his arms down so he could rub at his eyes. "What's wrong Y/N?" He sat up, putting his hand on your belly, looking over you to make sure everything was alright. "I'm fine, the baby's fine, we're just hungry." "Well babe there's stuff in the pantry." He looked at you, a sleepy smile on his face as he started to lie back down. "No Michael, I don't want any pantry food. I want a cheeseburger from that place downtown." He looked at the clock, "They're closed honey." "Actually they are open all night." He sat up, shooting you a glare before getting up and proceeding to wiggle into some skinnies. "You better be glad you're carrying my child or I wouldn't even be doing this." "Thanks cutie." You blew him a kiss, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he pulled on a shirt, kissing your belly and your lips before leaving the house only to return with your burger and even one for himself.
Luke.
11:58 pm. Rummaging through the pantry you groaned aloud, throwing the bag of Cheeto's to the other side. Even though you had so much food, nothing was going to satisfy your craving. Pickles. Luke had everything, Oreos, chips of every variety, every kind of cereal, even tuna, but no pickles. Deciding to search one more time, just hoping you overlooked them, Luke stumbled down the stairs. With his eyes half open, his sweats half on his waist and his shoulders slump he saw the light on in the kitchen. "Babe?" He walked around the corner, chuckling when he saw you on the floor, continuing to throw around food and completely wrecking the pantry. "Sweetheart?" He touched your shoulder and you flinched, turning around to see him, your eyes watering and lip quivering. "Oh Luke, I'm so frustrated." He helped you stand, petting your hair as the both of you looked at the trashed pantry. "What's wrong?" Wiping away your tears you turned to him. "I'm craving pickles and of course we don't have any!" With a smile he kissed your head. "Did you check the fridge? I could have sworn we had some?" With a shake of your head you padded over to the fridge, opening it and still seeing nothing. "Hmm," Luke got on his knees, reaching in the back and pulling out the jar, a squeal leaving your lips. "Thank you so so much baby." You hugged him, your baby boy doing flips in your belly as Luke bent down to deliver a few pecks to your tummy to calm him down. "Now eat and come back to bed, I'm lonely."
Ashton.
12:55 pm. "Here sweetheart, eat your lunch and watch your cartoons." You sat a small plate of half a peanut butter sandwich, grapes and applesauce in front of your son, four year old Graham. You were heavily pregnant with your second child, 8 and a half months to be exact and every day you had a crazy craving. Whether it was tuna salad, banana pudding or oatmeal with random fruits, it was always something Ashton had to make or get his mum to make it for you. Today, it was cashews. You had no clue why it had to be cashews, you didn't even like nuts at all period. But everyone always says never deny a craving. Walking back to the kitchen you searched through drawers, in hopes to find a jar of nuts just waiting to be eaten. But of course, there wasn't any. "Babe, that was the best nap ever." Ashton quickly went to kiss Graham, coming back to you. "What's wrong?" "I have no idea why but I'm craving cashews today." "But don't you hate nuts?" "I know! But everyone always tells me you should never deny a craving." Ashton pondered, walking over to the pantry, "Could of sworn we had a jar?" He stood on his tip toes, knocking down chips and cookies in the process, a mess you would have to obviously clean up later. He soon smiled, making a sound of satisfaction, before handing you a can of cashews, not even touched yet. "I had got these for Calum since he can't get enough of these things but, here." Sighing you pulled a few out, looking at him. "Here goes nothing." You put them in your mouth, oddly enough not spitting them out. "I don't know if it's me or Harper, but I really like these." You couldn't deny the bitter taste they gave off, but it's what your baby girl wanted and what she wants, she gets.
Calum.
6:50 a.m. "Calum?" You shook your husband, his snores seeming to get louder every time you touched him. "Cal, babe wake up." He let out a grunt, turning over onto his belly before beginning to snore again. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Just as you made the mode to get out of bed, your precious baby girl kicked inside of your tummy. "I know sweetie I know, I'm gonna get your food don't worry." Taking one last look at Calum you grabbed your robe and began waltzing down the stairs. All you wanted was for Calum to make you some chocolate chip waffles, they were his specialty after all & no one could make them like him. You had been craving them ever since you laid down in bed last night. Getting out the batter, you tried making it, throwing in some chocolate chips and continuing to stir, trying to mimic Calum's recipe. You looked at the batter, seeing it wasn't runny enough, it was too thick. You tried adding more milk, it only made it even runnier, not how he made it. Giving up you dropped the pan, your frustration getting the best of you as you sat in a chair, beginning to bawl. By the time you had cried a decent amount, Calum came down. "There's my gi- what's wrong my love?" "I'm craving your chocolate chip waffles and I tried to make them myself but they weren't turning out right and I'm frustrated." Calum smiled, kissing your head before pouring out the batter and beginning to make his own. "Go get back in bed, I'll have them done in a few. I'll put a nice flower on the plate for you." "Thanks Cal." He winked at you, smiling as he watched you waddle up the staircase, shaking his head. He hopes this would be the last of you and your crazy early morning cravings.
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I'm -P- to the -I- to the -S- -S- -E- -D-
Bout this whole luke and arzaylea situation. Don't trust her one bit and her and luke have been taking things public way to fast that it's upsetting a ton of fans. Just my opinion.
-Kelly