5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

2- Spoons

ASHTON: "Your ring is really pretty, Y/N, where did you get it?" Ashton asked you one summer day when you two went for a walk in the park.

"Aww, thanks, Ash. It was my grandmother's and it was--get this--made from a recycled spoon."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm," you said, smiling.

"I want to make something with spoons!" He jokingly whined.

"We've got plastic ones and permanent markers at home..." and before you knew it, he was dragging you back to your apartment and having you help gather the supplies.

After hours of sitting on the living room floor together and doodling on spoons, you had successfully created both your families, his band mates, and yourselves as spoon puppets. You wouldn't trade this goofy relationship for anything.

MICHAEL: It's three a.m. and you couldn't sleep. You tried herbal tea, reading, counting sheep, blankets on, blankets off, one foot sticking out from under the blanket, playing your classical music playlist made just for these situations, and rolled into every possible position, but there was no way you were going to slip into a dream world when you were this awake in reality.

You tuned into the city sounds outside your window, hearing the weekend drunks stumble down the street and hailing cabs, and the honking of horns as one pathetic excuse for a driver ticked off another.

So distracted by the sounds outside, you didn't notice Michael slip into your bedroom, kick his shoes off and slide in under the duvet, until he was taking you into his arms and cupping your body in his.

"Welcome home, Mikey," you whispered.

"You should be asleep, princess," he said, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

"I couldn't."

"You can now. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, tracing his fingers up and down your arm before playing with your hair.

CALUM: When you woke up, you had a text from Cal saying he was at the studio and would be home around 5.00, which gave you just enough time to bake him a birthday cake. You threw on sweatpants and one of his t-shirts before skipping stairs down to the kitchen.

You reached into the cabinet above the stove and grabbed the cake mix, then retrieved the other ingredients from the cabinets and refrigerator. You read the directions three times through before even starting to make his cake.

Eventually, everything was all mixed together and baking, so you went back upstairs to grab his gift and change into an outfit he would love.

4.00 rolled around and the cake was cool enough that you could ice and decorate it. After covering the base in white icing, you got the sprinkles out of the cabinet and filled a Ziploc baggy with icing, cutting off the corner so you could spell out "Happy Birthday" in it--but the front door opened and Calum strolled into the kitchen, whistling happily.

"You're not supposed to be home yet," you said defeated.

"They let us go early. Was this all for me?"

"It was supposed to surprise you; it's your birthday, afterall."

He hugged you and places a sweet kiss on your cheek. Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, he dipped it in the container of icing and pressed it against your cheek, kissing it again.

"It may be your birthday, Hood, but it's on like never before," you challenged, fingers finding a plastic spoon and launching sprinkles in his direction.

LUKE: Luke's dad, Andrew, slaved away over a hot grill as the rest of the Hemmings' and you sat at a wooden picnic table in the back yard. Four silver spoons rested in the center table, cards being passed around them.

"Are you lot about ready to eat?" Mr. Hemmings asked, waving his hand through the smoke of the grill.

"Not now, Dad," Jack replied, checking and passing the cards that are pushed in front of him, "our game is about to become really intense."

A couple more cards were passed around the table before Luke's mom, Liz, reached into the center and snatched up a spoon. Ben, Jack, Luke, and you all competed for the other three, but it was you and Luke's older brothers that came out successful.

"You guys must be cheating or something," Luke insisted, distressed.

"Maybe you're just not as quick as us," Jack said, laughing. Everyone passed their cards towards the next dealer and placed their spoons in the middle of the picnic table.

"Who even suggested we play Spoons, anyways?" Luke mumbled.

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*when I was writing this, I googled 'Spoons' and its apparently also a café in Baltimore, MD. It's now a bucket list item to go to Spoons Café in Baltimore, Maryland. On another note, this one was really cheesy and I'm sorry-ish, but happy birthday to Calum!*