Niall watched as his chubby physics teacher walked around the room, placing the class' tests face down on each student's desk. When the teacher finally placed Niall's test down, the Irishman eagerly looked at his score, only to flip the test back face down on the desk.
After all the tests were passed out, the teacher walked to the front of the room and turned around to face his students. "Alright, the results were a lot worse than I was expecting. The class average was about fifty-three percent. Because of the unusually low scores, I'm going to have everyone do test corrections."
The whole class groaned at the idea of test corrections. Nial
“Harry, Harry, I’m not so scary. Show yourself and see; just play with me!”
The curly-haired boy listened to Zayn repeat his incantation over and over from behind the couch. Over the past few days, the older boy had developed this obsession with sadistically tickling the green-eyed boy, making sure to tickle Harry until he cried. Zayn always made sure to stop when he thought one of the other band mates were nearby because he didn’t want any of them to think he was psycho. Unfortunately for Harry, he had to share a hotel room with the sadist and he knew that Zayn would show no mercy, since the other three boys were sta
"Uncle Lou!"
Louis looked down at his nephew, JJ, the little blonde holding one of his presents in his hand. The green-eyed boy had chocolate cake smeared all over his smiling face and his birthday crown was on the verge of falling off his head. The older lad crouched down to the young boy, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Stay," JJ demanded, folding his arms out in front of him in an attempt to look like a grown up.
Louis shook his head at his nephew. "Can't J. I already said bye to your mum and I need to get home."
"But it's my birthday!" the boy whined, stomping one foot on the ground.
"Okay, okay," Louis said, trying to calm the bo
Zayn twiddled his fingers, anxiously waiting for a knock on his front door. The raven-haired lad didn't even know why he's so nervous; he already met his new roommate before. After much waiting, Zayn got up and went to the small kitchen, filling a glass of water to quench his parched throat. Sipping slowly, Zayn started going through all the bad things that could happen with the new roommate, despite the conclusion Zayn had made about the lad being a decent fellow. For starters, his new roommate could be some kind of drug dealer, something Zayn didn't want to have to deal with. He could also have some weird disability and although Zayn knows
"Louis! Where's my beanie?!"
This always happens whenever Niall goes over to visit his older bandmate. The blonde knows Louis loves to mess around whenever people visit the Doncaster lad and Niall knows he to be wary of any possible pranks, or tricks, but Louis always finds a way to annoy him.
"I don't know," Louis replies with a smug.
"Lou, seriously, I need to get going," Niall lies. He doesn't have anywhere to be later, but the blonde is tired out from hanging out with the hyperactive brunette all day.
Louis sighs, not wanting Niall to go home already. "It's in the closet on the top shelf."
Heading over to the closet, Niall opens the
"We have food!"
Zayn looked up from the texts he was reading to see Niall and Louis at the front door, several bags of McDonald's in their hands. He reached for the remote and shut off the television, before tapping Harry, who had curled up into a ball and rested his head on Zayn's lap. "C'mon, time to get up Haz."
Harry let out whine, as he stretched his lithe body all over the couch and Zayn's body. The curly-haired lad reached for Zayn's face, with his eyes still closed, pinching and palming the smooth features, trying to decipher who woke him up, so he could seek revenge later.
"Where's Liam?" Niall asked the two boys on the couch, set
The Boy On The Bus Part Fourteen by SmutJunkie, literature
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The Boy On The Bus Part Fourteen
Niall's treehouse is a rather rickety, dangerous contraption, built to hold the weight of an eight year old. When Liam had first been invited up to it, he had declined as fast as possible. His fear of heights stopped him from climbing more than two steps up the ladder for months and only recently has he began trusting the old, splintering planks with his weight. Niall always teases him gently because he's Niall and that's what he does, but when Liam's breath quickens and his hands clench into fists as he looks down at the ground through the gaps in the wood, he speaks to him in a gentle voice, reassuring him that he won't fall, the planks won
The Ziall Chronicles: #1 Distractions by SmutJunkie, literature
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The Ziall Chronicles: #1 Distractions
A/N: So I really like this plot. I don't know if it will turn out well or not but I hope it does 'cause I love it.
But yeah, here's some cute Ziall brotherly stuffs that I just thought would be really cute.
AND BEFORE YOU GET AT ME, yes I know Niall's hair wasn't always blond but this is (unfortunately) fiction so shh.
HERE YOU GO:
"Yes! In your face, Louis!" Zayn fist pumps the air and grins, staring at the TV screen as his soldier takes the flag.
"Fuck you, Zayn," Louis curses through his headset, only making Zayn taunt him.
"It's only a game, Lou Lou," he parrots, copying Louis' words from only about ten minutes ago.
"Shut up."
"Bi
Ticklish Terror (Larry Stylinson Tickle) by SmutJunkie, literature
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Ticklish Terror (Larry Stylinson Tickle)
It's just a normal day in Harry and Louis' flat. The two of them are play fighting on the floor, rolling over each other, giggling. Louis finally overpowers Harry and pins his wrists to the floor.
"Say mercy," Louis commands, nosing all over Harry's neck, grinning at the boy beneath him.
"No!" Harry exclaims with a giggle, tugging at his wrists, but though smaller, Louis is stronger than him.
"Say, mercy," Louis repeats.
"Never!"
Louis sighs.
"You give me no choice."
He collects Harry's wrists in one hand and starts scribbling at his boyfriend's sides.
But what he doesn't expect is for Harry to start crying, shrieking in terror.
"No!
Skin as Soft as Margarine by SmutJunkie, literature
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Skin as Soft as Margarine
A/N: This is just the idea that Louis likes to touch his boys and his boys like to be touched and it's completely innocent until it's not.
"Harry, your skin is really soft."
Louis stares in fascination at the contrast of their skin tones as his fingers trace the inside of Harry's wrist delicately from where it's resting against his where they sit side by side on the sofa. Harry looks up at Louis, his mouth open to reply, when he notices the look on Louis' face and decides to leave it. Louis' fingers press lightly into the skin, as if he's afraid he'll break Harry, and Harry finds himself leaning into his touch, the light pressure surprising