5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

You're A Professional Athlete And The Boys Meet Your Fans At A Meet

*IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END!*

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Ashton:
Disc Golf
“Alright!” You said, walking out of your room in your uniform. “Today’s my first game of the season, ready to come along babe?” Ashton looked up at you, smiling at your clothing. “You look cute babe.” He said as his arms wrapped around your waist, eyes upon your own while his lips distracted yours. “Thank you,” you giggled, pulling him along to the car. “You know,” you said as you fastened your seat belt, “these things aren’t that boring. They’re actually quite entertaining.” Ashton laughed, nodding his head and starting the car. The music immediately turned on, some rock station playing from the previous time Ashton drove. “I never said anything about them not beiing fun; I’m super excited!” You huffed a laugh, looking out the window to the venue./“Just stand next to someone you know! Who cares anyway, you’ll be watching.” You got out of the car, still carrying the conversation you were having in the car with Ashton. He was getting upset that there wasn’t going to be anyone there that he knew. It was honestly ridiculous, but hey, there’s nothing you could do about it-especially now. “My mom and dad are here anyway too, sit with them!” Ashton made a twisted face, looking at right at you as he locked the car. He walked to you and held you tight to his body and whsispered in your ear, “your parents kind of intimidate me. I feel like they don’t like me.” You playfully hit his chest, rolling your eyes, “they love you Ashton, really. My mom calls me all the time to ask about you and my dad keeps wanting to get together with you. Plus, you’re here to support me, so that really shows something. Please just sit with them and quit complaing, I have to go.” He sighed and nodded, smiling and kissing you. “Good luck,” he said as he walked away. You quickly ran over to your first set-up and began to prepare yourself. You took a deep breath and looked around, searching for a sign of relaxation. ‘Don’t be so scared (Y/N), you’re going to do fine! You have your family and Ashton here, everything will be okay. Just relax… breathe…’ You thought to yourself as you picked up the first disc and took a big swing to it. You closed your eyes as the flying disc made its way to the chains, finally hearing a clang, you reopened your eyes and saw that you had gotten it in, on your first try. “Yes!” You said, turning your body to get a thumbs-up from your boyfriend when you suddenly saw him talking to some fans of both you and him, finally catching all their attentions and having them excitedly waving to you. You smiled back and waved, rolling your eyes at Ashton who was-only moents ago-afraid he wasn’t going to have someone to talk to.

Luke:
Luge
“You did amazing, (Y/N)!” A fan of yours said as you stopped by the gates after one of your events to talk to some people. “Thank you! Today was definitely one of the hardest ones I’ve had to do this season.” You sighed, shifting your weight to carry your helmet on your right side now. “I bet you’ll be in the olymipcs one day, you’re so good!” The little girl said, smiling at you with her colurful braces. “You’re so sweet!” You said, smiling back. “Can I have your autograph?” The girl said, handing you a sharpie and her phone case. You excitedly nodded and began signing your name. Just as you finished, you heard a very high-pitched, fake girly voice, “Oh my God, it’s (Y/N)! Oh wow, I can’t believe she’s right here!” You laughed as you turned around to see none other than your boyfriend, Luke. “Oh my gosh, Luke!” You shouted, running up to him and hugging his body, tugging it tightly to yours. “Were you here the whole time?” You asked, pulling away to look at him. “Yeah, I thought the least I could do when I got back from tour was to watch my beautiful girlfriend.” He kissed your lips, soft and smooth. You smiled into the kiss, happy to finally feel it once again. “Come, meet my fans. You know, you’re not the only one with fans.” He laughed and walked with you, his arm around the small of your back to keep you close. “Hey guys, this is my boyfriend, Luke!” You smiled, as the young kids admired how tall he was and asked him a bunch of questions. You didn’t talk, letting the children get to know Luke and hearing how great he was with small kids. You were so glad you finally got you favourite people and your favourite boy to meet, no more answering what he looks like or sounds like in stutters and ‘ums’.