NO I'M NOT COMING BACK GUYS d:
But I'm fine c:
Request: Louis Fears: Part 2So, being tickled twice a day for at least five minutes and being tazered almost hourly wasn’t exactly what Louis had in mind for ‘getting used to being tickled’, but it was working. Maybe a little too well, actually. See, Louis likes things that make his heart race or gets his adrenaline up- bungee jumping a few years ago was the biggest rush he had gotten aside from being onstage.Request: Louis Fears: Part 2 by QuickSilverShadow
Truth be told, he was starting to like it. And because he knew the others hated it, he respected them more for putting up with him tickling all these years, especially Harry, who was easily the most ticklish person he had ever met. Just wiggling your fingers three inches away from his sides could make the boy giggle and squirm, and Louis had used that to his advantage plenty of times.
But now, the tables were turned, and Louis was squirming and wriggling underneath Harry, whose fingers were wiggling incredibly close to Louis’ stomach. “Remember when you used to mock me for squi
Ziall Hybrid: Part 10Zayn purred as the sunlight warmed his back. Against all odds, and certainly the lads’ expectations, his upper body and back was hair and fur free. A cool, wet hand rubbed down his back, and he glanced up at Niall, a small smile on his lips. “Are you feeling okay?” He nodded. “Talking, I mean,” he added awkwardly. Zayn’s eyes darted down, the smile fading.Ziall Hybrid: Part 10 by QuickSilverShadow
“Ah… a-mrow.” He growled in annoyance, adding an agitated, “Mrow,” for emphasis. Niall lightly scratched behind his ear, trying to soothe the annoyed boy.
“It’s okay,” he promised, rubbing the smooth fur between his fingers. “Take your time, you’ll get it back.” Zayn glanced up at him hopefully, a quiet meow slipping from his lips. “I know most cats hate water, but…” Zayn glanced at the shimmering blue water, his tail twitching. “It’s warm and nice, I promise. Nothing like the rain.” Zayn curled
Zianourry: Isolation"We have food!"Zianourry: Isolation by Khid
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, setting his bags on the table.
"Still in his room," Zayn replied, trying to avoid Harry's hands and shake the youngest off of him.
"Probably still in his room," Louis told the others, following Niall suit.
"Liam!" Harry screamed, tired of everyone talking and hoping everyone would shut up.
A door could be heard opening from somewhere down the hall. Liam
One Direction Tickle Torture: Finale*(A/N: This is a sequel. To read the prequels, please scroll down to the description and click on the links.)One Direction Tickle Torture: Finale* by Khid
You walk back over to the remaining boy, watching him fidget in his shackles as the socks keep his feet warm and toasty. Through his sparkling blue eyes, you can see him practically begging to remove the material of discomfort, causing you to send him a little smirk. When you finally reach him, you pull out the earbuds from his ears and put your face close to the side of his, the edge of your mouth slightly brushing against the skin of his ear. "Listen carefully," you whisper. "You hear me?"
He nods fearfully, clearly intimidated by what you've already done.
You give him another smirk and continue. "I'm going to release you and we're going to take a short walk, but don't try anything funny. If you do, then the other boys get tickled again. Understand?"
He nods again, but more forcefully, and releases a muffled sound from behind the gag.
After his confirmation, you walk over