Ashton: he liked them too, but he didn’t realized how obsessed you were until he watched the APMA’s with you. You just sat on the couch and cried as Mike won for best drummer. “Y/N? You okay?” Ashton asked, turning down the volume. You nod wiping at your eyes. “I just, Mike, and I’m just so proud, you know, like for seven years I’ve followed this band and I’m just, oh Mike. “ Ashton frowned. “You know I drum too, right?” he asked gesturing to the drum set in your living room. Sending him a glare you returned to the television. “Yeah, but you aren’t Mexican, are you?”
Michael: he was surprised you listened to them. It shocked him when he came home to Bulletproof Love blasting around the house while you cleaned. “You like them?” he shouted over Vic’s screaming. “Shut up Michael!” you screamed back. “MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS BULLETPROOF BUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO SHOT ME!” you belted out alongside Vic. “So again, you like them?” he asked later. You nodded bashful all of a sudden. “Well, we’ll just have to go see them on tour won’t we?”
Calum: Bassists do it deeper, that’s you’re motto. You had a thing for bassists. You loved Calum, obviously, and then Sandy Beales was a good friend of yours, but another bassist held your heart: Jaime Preciado. You just adored him. Calum was jealous to say the least when you’d drop everything to hear his shreds on One Hundred Sleepless Nights. He didn’t like the fact that you got VIP tickets to meet the band on the World Tour either.
Luke: he was jamming out to a band you hadn’t listen to before, and you were starting to get into it, especially the guitar. There was a soft Spanish sound that you found intriguing, but that wasn’t what got you, no, you had the hots for the ripping sound ,the hard sound. “Babe, what’s this band called?” Luke looked up from his computer, motioning you over. “They’re called Pierce the Veil. This is Vic, he’s the lead singer and guitarist. That one there is Mike, Vic’s brother and the drummer, dude with the hair is Jaime he’s the bassist, and that guy there with the owl tattoo is Tony, the guitarist.” You smirked down at the photo. “I like Tony, he’s hot.” Luke looked up at you, shaking his head. “I’m a Jaime guy."
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5 Seconds of Summer Preferences
RandomI used to write these a lot, then I didn't, now I might. There is no particular order the boys are listed. No imagines. Requests are open.
