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"Dammit, Jim! Why do you always have to give me the hard questions?" Jim batted his eyes. "It's not a hard question, Bones. Just answer it." McCoy groaned. "Yes, Jim. I am ticklish. Happy?" "Very!" Spock's signature eyebrow rose. "Jim, if you don't mind, what exactly is 'ticklish'?" Kirk laughed. "You don't know? Geez, you may be a Vulcan, but they have nerves too. You have feelings, they're just hidden. Besides, didn't your mother ever tickle you?" "I do not think so." Kirk thought for a second. "Spock, truth or dare? Say dare." "...Dare." "Spock, I dare you to be tickled by Bones." McCoy's jaw dropped. "Are you out of your mind? I

"Dammit, Jim! Why do you always have to give me the hard questions?" Jim batted his eyes. "It's not a hard question, Bones. Just answer it." McCoy groaned. "Yes, Jim. I am ticklish. Happy?" "Very!" Spock's signature eyebrow rose. "Jim, if you don't mind, what exactly is 'ticklish'?" Kirk laughed. "You don't know? Geez, you may be a Vulcan, but they have nerves too. You have feelings, they're just hidden. Besides, didn't your mother ever tickle you?" "I do not think so." Kirk thought for a second. "Spock, truth or dare? Say dare." "...Dare." "Spock, I dare you to be tickled by Bones." McCoy's jaw dropped. "Are you out of your mind? I

You awoke the next morning, your head pounding and the ceiling above you was spinning. You groaned slightly and scrunched your eyes shut again and buried your face into what you presumed was a pillow on the bed you were currently sleeping on. It wasn't until said pillow started to move underneath you that you realised that it was in fact an actual person. "Oh my god." You whispered. "Oh my god." Images of the night before flashed before you, Mycroft's soft lips against yours, his hands big and strong holding onto you...his perfect lips. Your face flushed red and you peeked under the covers. Good. You were still fully clothed and so was he,

It was the morning of February 9th. The weather was cold and wet, but not enough to bring the wonderful white snow. One would say this is a dreary day…but not you. You turned over in your bed to see your fiancée, Tom, sleeping peacefully. It was this wonderful man’s 34th birthday. He still seemed so tuckered out from the BAFTAs. You smiled adoringly and kissed his cheek before slowly getting out of bed. You had a lot to get done.                                                                   ~*~ Throughout the entire morning, you prepped for Tom’s birthday. You got a couple of DVDs featuring Shakespeare’s pla

“(Y/n)!!! Do we really have to go? I don’t want to come… why can’t you and John go?” Sherlock whined wrapping his blue scarf around his neck as you returned back to his flat, now washed and dressed in some jeans and a long sleeved top to cover up your cuts and bruises. “You should be resting after what happened; we don’t need to go shopping!” “Shut up Sherlock, I’m fine! We’re going and that’s that!” You barked causing Sherlock to let out a loud sigh as he went to grab his coat. “See you later John!” “See you later.” John laughed, turning h

“Water Fight” – Avengers (and Loki) x Reader ~ Chapter 6 *** “You should go and have a rest, it was a long day…” Loki suddenly called from behind you. Your eyes snapped open when his arms wrapped around your waist. “Besides, I like to have my maids well rested before a day of serving…”  Loki leaned forward and gently ran his lips over your neck.  Your eyes widened in response and your body went rigid.  Shit. *** You had had such a great day, and then Loki just decided to ruin it, and when Tony found out about the deal you had been all but forced to make, your life became a living hell.

/Avengers x Reader Sleepover! Pt. 11 "Messy twister? OMG, that's the best idea ever! I'll go get what we need!" Tony said as he darted out of the room to gather the supplies. "Can you explain the rules?" Steve asked (y/n) politely. "It's easy! All of you know how to play twister right?" Everyone nodded yes, "well it's exactly like playing normal twister except there are lumps of paint on the spots!" (y/n) explained happily. Everyone had quizzical looks. "Wait a second. So not only do we have to play this game in bikinis and speedos, we also have to get covered in paint and no doubt slip everywhere?" Natasha said. "Huh. When you put it like t