5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#15 Gremlins

Ashton:  He feeds it after midnight. Ashton got up early, rubbing at his eyes letting out a yawn. His eyes scanned the room searching for his little guy. He didn’t know what to call it, but it was cute and cuddly, and he loved it. He searched though the fabric of his bed not finding the mischievous little fella. He let out a charming whistle getting out of bed thumping across the floor. His whistle stopped mid tune at the sight before him. He wasn’t sure what it was, it was green, and pulsing with goo. It somewhat resembled an egg, but not really.  Eyes widening, he grabbed stretched over his bed, fingering his way to the night stand.  Grasping his phone he dialed your number. You automatically got up and ran over to his place, running up to his room. “What’s up-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?” You jumped back hanging in the door frame.  “Shh, I don’t know, but I can’t find the little one.” Side stepping around the thing he made his way to you. “What’d you do?” you squeaked watching it ooze.  He shrugged slipping his hands into your back pocket. “I don’t know, I fed ‘em last night but it wasn’t midnight. It was like 11:30.” Your eyes flickered to his alarm clock, 11:30. That didn’t seem right; you swore it was only nine. The buzz of the TV caught your attention; the clock in the corner read nine.  “Ash,” you whispered tugging on his arm, “it’s not 11:30.” You crossed the floor to the clock, picking up the cord seeing the end frayed. “You got played by the puff ball.”

Michael: He’s got Gizmo. You giggled as Gizmo snuggled under your arm as the three of you watched Snow White. His little buzzes and chirps made you so happy. His big eyes glanced up at you, and then turned to Michael. Michael let out a throaty laugh smiling at the two of you. In the opening sequence Gizmo started to hum happily leaning from side to side. “Aren’t you a cutie?” you asked in an obnoxious baby tone. Gizmo just chirped, focusing in on the screen. “Well, then. Mikey’s a cutie aren’t you?” you continued messing with your boyfriend.  Leaning over, you pinched his cheeks giving them a light smack. “I love you.” You whispered leaning into kiss him when a man entered the living room. He was quite terrifying really, just waltzing in with his two different colored eyes with this sense of doom. “Michael.” You whimpered. He stood making eye contact with the guy. “Hi?”

“I’m here for mogwai.” The Asian said and you couldn’t help but choke in a laugh as you thought if that’s what Calum would end up looking like.

“What, why?”

“You aren’t ready now, maybe someday.”

He picked up Gizmo, setting him in his cage. He was about to leave when Giz started bouncing around. Opening the top, Gizmo peeked out, muttering a, “Bye bye Mikey, bye bye Y/N.”

Calum: He almost kills it. You had stayed the night last night and were snuggled up in the bed. The small mogwai sleeping at the foot of the bed, as you lay across Calum. His chest rose and fell while his hands rubbed softly on your back. You sighed in content, the mogwai doing the same. It scurried up the bed snuggling under your arm to Calum’s chest. A soft chuckle rippled through his chest. His brown eyes staring down at yours twinkling with delight. “I love you.” He mumbled pressing a soft kiss on your head. “I love you too.” You mumbled against his skin, tracing his raised collarbone.

“Last night was fun.” He observed.

“That it was.”

“But, we need to get up. Make the most of today.” He threw the covers of, padding across the floor to draw the blinds, letting in the bright midmorning sun.

“Bright light! Bright light!” the mogwai screamed as the sun peered through it. It’s soft frame shaking.

“Shit!” he screamed drawing the back. You held the little guy, cooing to him how much of an idiot Calum was. “I’m sorry little guy.” Calum whimpered stroking the big ears, receiving a growl of distaste.

Luke: He gets it wet. Luke called you a few days ago saying he got a new pet, and since then you had practical camped over there playing with the little guy. It was late in the evening as you went over carrying an array of junk food up to his room. You knocked on the door before entering. “Hi baby.” You greeted smiling.

“Hello baby to you too.” Luke groaned wrapping his arms around your waist pecking your lips.

“I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to the other one.” You playfully smacked his chest before plopping down on the bed opening the bag of chips. Luke grumbled on about how unfair that was before picking the little guy up from your lap and placing him on the pillow beside you.

“So I found out what happens when you get them wet.” He said after a while.

“What, how-Luke!” you scolded, you were always one to play by the rules.

“I’m sorry it was an accident, I bumped into the table and spilt a glass of water. But anyway, back to my point.” He reached under his bed and pulled out an entire laundry basket full of them. They all chirped away talking to each other in their own language.  You stared at them for a second, then to Luke. Pouting out your lip slightly, you began to beg for one. They were too cute to pass up. He flopped down dramatically onto his bed. “Oh how you seduce me. Fine.”

a/n: this is it on the 80's. Now what? Back to me not knowing what to do? Or to the 60's. What? and I love this movie with every fiber of my being.

gif: my fave part of the movie.