“Yes, yes it was. You know why? Because you’re boiling and I won’t have more of your self-sacrificing ass. So, suck it up and take off your clothes, you need a bath.” You put the pillow aside, watching as he clenched his lids shut, refusing to look at you.
“Move, (Y/N). I’m fine.”
“Liar.” You pressed, shaking him a little. He had to wake up.
He huffed, rolling on the bed. “Please, I just need to sleep.”
With Mod L saying God Forbid Keito Be Seeing This, how would each of the members react if they did find this blog and read it's contents? MUAHAHA
Stumbles across one of the fics accidentally while looking for ‘gymnastics’ in the search. He didn’t know what he was opening, but read it out of morbid curiosity. He didn’t feel very strongly about much in the story, but couldn’t shake the overwhelming thought, “Well, they really need to understand, I’m WAY more flexible than that.” After that he reads a few of the other members stories, and then anonymously sends the page multiple messages with things they need to correct in each of them.
Hi guys! I’ve really missed interacting with you all. If you have any questions (it doesn’t have to be fashion related! I’m down with personal questions too), send it to the ask! I have anon on if that makes you feel more comfortable!
Author’s Note: this just in: emma can’t title for shit. Hooooly shit. That’s all I have to say about this. @omgitswillow and I kept talking about Jeremy with a tickling kink, and that lead to us writing this together. And, this is the sequel to this like I promised I’d give you all! Just like last time, they wrote Jeremy’s parts and I wrote Michael’s! We maay have gone a bit far, but we had fun, haha. I hope you all enjoy this! (also, I’m very proud to say this is the longest fic I’ve written, with the help of a friend of course. Thank you Willow~ <3).
**I guess I should leave a bit of a warning for bondage? There’s a bit of that in there, but it doesn’t get too bad ^^
Description: It started with a few video games. It led to Michael giving Jeremy exactly what he wanted, and maybe a bit more.
Word Count: 6,068
“Okay, seriously?” Michael mumbled. “You’ve gotta be cheating, Jeremy…”
“Well, if you call taking a chill pill cheating, then maybe?” Jeremy winked.
“Is your chill pill really an excuse for you beating me in these past 13 levels?!” Michael asked, putting his controller down and looking over at Jeremy.
Jeremy looked at him. “Sore loser, are we~?”
Michael glared at him playfully. “I never said that!”
“I think you’re being a very sore loser indeed,” Jeremy frowned. “That’s not nice…~”