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That scene from Season 1 of Buck laughing at the guy who got stuck on a car wash brish

I headcanon that to be his tickle laugh

The full on cackle is so on brand for him 😂 That would for sure be his tickle laugh 😁

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Another comment by @prodigalbadger on a post 😁❤️

Alternatively, maybe Peter 2 has the whole bossy and overprotective brother thing going on and Peter 1 and 3 know that just won't do so they tickle Peter 2 to get him to lighten up which of course inspires Peter 2 to enact revenge on his "little brothers."

(LOL, I loved this idea 😁❤️ Hope you enjoy it too, even if it's a bit shorter ❤️🥰)

Three huffed and threw down the pillowcase he was folding. "This isn't fair!"

"It's your and One's week." Two crossed his arms. "You agreed to this."

"But you're not doing anything."

"Yeah, because I did my chores so now I'm done with my chores." The eldest motioned to the floor. "You two decided not to do your chore so now you have to do the chore."

One slumped. "But this will take forever! We'll miss movie night."

"That's not my fault. That's the choice you two made." Peter Two caught the balled up pair of socks headed his direction. "And if you focused more on folding things instead of throwing things, you would be done with enough time to watch a movie."

One glared at the overflowing basket. Peter 2 was wrong. That was a mountain of things to fold.

Meanwhile, Peter 3 smirked. He picked up the forgotten pillow case and chucked it at the eldest. "Well we're protesting your stupid chore list."

Two gave the middle Peter his most unimpressed look while still catching the pillowcase. "Really?"

Three picked up something else and threw it at the eldest again. "No more chores!"

Peter 1 grinned and picked up some of the other things in the basket to throw as well. "No more chores!"

Two caught the first object, but when both began throwing things, he couldn't keep up with the onslaught. He brought his arms up to protect himself as he stepped backwards out of the room. The younger two shouting 'No more chores' the entire time.

Once he was back out into the open hall, both younger brothers dropped the things they had been throwing. Then Two heard two sets of feet rush toward him.

The eldest was tackled suddenly to the ground by two flying figures. Hands both scurried into different tickle spots while also trying to pin his limbs to the ground. Laughter poured out of Peter 2's mouth, mixing with the 'No more chores' chant both of his brothers kept up with like they were taking down some sort of dictator.

Finally, Three had Peter 2's arms pinned with his knees above the eldest's head and One had his waist pinned by straddling it. Both of them had their arms raised above their heads while they continued with their chant.

With a few residual giggles still slipping out, Peter 2 steeled his features and raised his eyebrow at the younger two.

Three paused his chant long enough to lean over his elder brother. "Do you agree to our demands?"

"Not on your life," Two replied in a clipped tone.

"Then face the consequences."

Before Peter 2 could ask, both Peter 1 and 3 dug into his sides and ribs. His earlier laughter turned into cackles as he squirmed underneath them. Those two troublemakers were asking for it.

A few moments later, the two stopped. Three then asked again, "Do you agree to our demands?"

"Noho!"

Then the tickles started up again. For a few minutes, they went back and forth. The younger two would tickle him, pull back, ask the same question, then start up again when Peter 2 said no. Just being stereotypical gremlins.

Peter 1 even blew a raspberry at one point.

That was it.

Once he was done, Two yanked a hand free before grabbing Peter Three's bad rib. That made the middle brother squeal and crash down onto his side. Then Peter 2 immediately snapped up, catching the youngest in a bear hug. As he squealed, Two turned to the side and dropped him down onto the ground next to Three.

The eldest then wrapped a leg over both of them to pin them both in place. "Thehere."

"Wahait!" Peter 3 yanked on his arms. "This isn't fahair!"

"Why not?" Peter 2 leaned closer to his face. "You did it first."

"Yohou wohon't get away with thihis! Ohour lawyer will hear about thihis!"

"You don't have a lawyer."

"You don't knohow thahat!"

Peter 2 rolled his eyes before giving Peter 1 his attention next.

The youngest froze, his eyes widening. He then redoubled his efforts to twist out of the hold while Peter 2 leaned over him. "Do you have anything to add?"

One didn't respond. He tried to keep his eyes firmly closed and his face turned away.

The eldest of the group simply spidered along the youngest's stomach as he pulled back, making him giggle and tug on his pinned arms. "Here is my demand. You two will finish your chore correctly, even if you complain the entire time, and maybe we can reschedule movie night for tomorrow."

"Ohor, here me out . . . we dohon't," Three sassed back.

"Then face the consequences," Peter 2 replied before his second hand began crawling up Three's side.

Soon, he had both brothers cackling underneath him, his hands jumping from tickle spot to tickle spot.

They were seldom ever the same spot on both either. If he was up in Peter 1's armpit, he would be down on Peter 3's hip. If he was crawling around Three's neck, then he would be pinching along One's sides. If he was blowing a raspberry into one of their stomachs, he would be shaking his hand in the other.

It was as if he was an orchestra leader creating a ticklish symphony all his own with the most adorable yet annoying instruments.

After a good few minutes of ticklish attack, he pulled back and crossed his arms. "So, are you two ready to finish your chore?"

"Uhugh!" Three groaned out.

"Wehe'll doho ihit," One whined out through his giggles.

"Good." Peter 2 pushed himself up and off. "Hop to it."

Recovering first, Peter 3 pushed himself across the floor with his feet, pulling One in by his ankle. The youngest squeaked in surprise, then giggled as he was pulled along.

Peter 2 rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he moved back to leaning on the doorway. These two troublemakers definitely made for some great entertainment.

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Hello! I love your 9-1-1 stuff! Would you consider doing one where Maddie teams up with someone to get Buck? Someone like Bobby, Eddie or Hen, maybe she visits the station 🤷‍♂️

Maddie and Bobby

Summary: See prompt above 😁

(Ooo! I love this so much ❤️😁 I actually had this prompt floating around in the drafts, but thought it fit so well with these two ❤️😁 Hope you enjoy ❤️😁)

Buck squirmed against the floor of the captain's office. Bobby had lured him inside saying he had a visitor that day. At first, Buck had been over the moon to see his sister. Then he heard the mischief in her tone. He had been tricked.

Before Buck could think of an escape plan, Bobby helped his sister pin her baby brother down.

Now he was being subject to a tickle attack 'game' his sister used to play on him all the time when he was younger.

"You know what I'm going to do?"

"Maddihie."

Maddie slowly lowered her finger toward Buck's torso. "I'm going to blow a raspberry riiiiiight here."

Buck squeaked as her finger made contact with his upper stomach. "No you wohohon't!"

"Who's going to stop me?" The elder Buckley reached up to tap his nose. "You?"

In response, the younger pulled his head away from her hand while tugging on his trapped arms. "Bobbyhyhy."

"What's wrong Giggles?" Bobby teased. "Is your sister being mean to you?"

"You sehee heher doing ihit!"

Bobby shook his head. "I don't see her doing anything."

"Yohou suhuck!"

"Oh Buuuuck," Maddie sing songed.

The blonde jerked his head back to her. "Whahat?"

Only to realize she was mere inches from the spot she had poked.

Buck jolted. "AH!"

Then the elder Buckley rushed her head down to blow a raspberry on the poked spot.

Buck's legs kicked around on the floor as he cackled.

Then Maddie raised her head and lifted her hand again.

She lowered her finger toward a spot near the blonde's right side. "Or maybe riiiiiight here?"

Buck jerked away to the other side, trying to escape his fate.

"Oo, I think you found a good place to put one," Bobby teased.

"Shut uhup!" Buck snapped through his giggles, his eyes not moving away from the dispatcher hovering over him.

"Can't help it when you look so adorable," the older man teased while pinching Buck's cheek.

The younger pulled his head away then tilted up to glare at Bobby. "Stohop talkihiIIING! NAAAHAHA!"

While he was distracted, Maddie took the opportunity to blow a raspberry in the spot she had poked.

Maddie pulled her head back up then lifted a finger to stroke along one of Buck's cheeks. "Aww, you look like a little cherry tomato."

The blonde glared at his sister.

Or atleast he tried to. It was hard to make a convincing glare when you were giggling like a little kid.

Then Bobby shifted so he could keep Buck pinned with one arm and poke to right of his belly button. "You should put one riiiiight here."

Buck squeaked and sucked in his stomach. "Noho!"

Maddie grinned. "Great idea Bobby."

While the elder Buckley slowly lowered herself back down, the blonde shook his head. "Noho! Bahad ideaha. Bahad bad idehea!"

"Why?" Bobby sratched his fingers under Buck's chin. "Is it that spot too ticklish?"

Buck lightly giggled, turtling his shoulders up to his ears. "Yohou're soho mehean!"

"But we love you so much," Maddie cooed.

The younger looked back down and saw how close she was again. "Ah! Mahaddihie!"

Without responding to the giggly protest, the dispatcher jerked her head down a centimeter like she was going to blow a raspberry.

Another shriek made its way out of Buck's mouth as he jerked his torso to the left.

However, Maddie paused before quickly jerking her head to blow a raspberry onto the left side of his belly button instead of the right.

The younger firefighter jumped and pulled back the other way. "YOU CHEATED!"

"Who said I had to go to the spot I poked?" The dispatcher defended with a grin.

Buck pushed his elbows together to hide his red face, a few residual giggles still slipping out.

"Uh-oh, someone's hiding," Maddie teased again.

The blonde whined. "Whyhy cahan't you both just tickle me ahand gehet ihit over with like Eddihie ahand Chihim?"

Bobby chuckled. "Where's the fun in that?"

Maddie slowly dragged one finger up and down his stomach. "This makes the fun last sooo much longer."

Buck squirmed and giggled again.

His elbows were blocking his eyes so all that could be seen was his nose and grin.

While he wasn't looking, the elder Buckley then opened her hand like a claw and lowered it down so she could scratch along her younger brother's stomach with all five fingers, making his giggles grow into light laughter.

He overlapped his feet, one on top of the other, attempting to pull his knees up, but not being able to get past his sister.

"You can wiggle and hide, but you won't escape my sights," the dispatcher teased again as she kept up the scratching.

"Thahat dohoesn't mahake ahany sehense," Buck managed to get out.

"Makes sense when you're a tickle monster." Those same nails started moving along his side. "But guess not for cute ticklish little beans like you."

Buck jerked the opposite way. "Nohot cuhute!"

"You kidding?" Bobby pushed both of the younger's elbows up so they could see his entire face. "Look at this adorable face."

Then Maddie's fingers moved to his opposite side. "How could anyone not think you were absolutely precious?"

By now, the blonde's face was turning dark red. "Shuhut uhuhp!"

"Mmm." The elder Buckley lifted her hand again. "I don't think so."

She then switched up her tactics by lowering her hand down to scratch in one spot on his stomach before jumping to another spot, then another, then another.

"AH!" One of Buck's feet slid across the floor before kicking out. "Nohohoho!"

"What's wrong Giggles?"

"Thihis ihis tohortuhuhure!"

Maddie rested her fingers on his stomach, not moving them an inch. "But we're being so gentle."

"Noho!" Buck tried to buck her hand off. "Gehet ohoff!"

Then there was the briefest twitch from her hand.

Immediately, Buck went right back down. "AH!"

The elder Buckley chuckled at the trembling under her fingers. This was almost too easy.

The she saw it. Bobby's free hand spidering along the floor toward Buck's side.

So she twitched her hand again to distract her little brother. "But your stomach is so warm."

Another squeak and jerk from Buck. "Mahaddihie."

A series of twitches came from the dispatcher's fingers. "My fingers just want to stay right here on your adorable tummy."

Buck squeaked and squirmed at each one. "Tehell thehem thehey cahaAAN'T!"

By now, Bobby's hand had reached Buck's side.

He curled all fingers except for one into a fist and dragged his one finger back and forth. "Hey Buuuuck."

Of course Bobby would add that in.

"Nohoho!" Buck's elbows went back together with a whine. "Nohot thihis gahame!"

"Who said this was a game?" Slowly, Bobby made his finger inch up Buck's side.

"Wahait!"

"That's just my wiggle worm friend." The finger began slowly inching across Buck's stomach. "He's looking for a place to go."

The younger's feet kicked around while he sucked his stomach in. "Dohon't yohou dahare!"

Maddie lifted her hand as the finger passed by under her and wriggled its way toward Buck's belly button.

"Bobbyhy," Buck giggled out.

The older man slowly wormed his finger inside the blonde's belly button. "This looks like a good place to call home."

Already, Buck was cackling from just the smallest amount of wiggling. "Gehet ohout ohof thehehere!"

"You can't kick him out of his home." Bobby dug in a little deeper. "He wants to stay here forever and ever and ever."

Buck's laughter shot up. "BOBBYHYHAHAHAHA!"

Then Maddie lowered both of her hands and started lightly gliding them up and down his sides.

Buck started laughing even harder. "NAAAAHAHA!"

For several more seconds, he had to endure the light administrations turning him into a cackling, squirming mess.

Finally, their hands pulled away.

Just for Maddie to blow one more raspberry right into the center of his stomach.

Buck let out one more squeal before she pulled back, letting him sink into a puddle of giggles on the floor.

Bobby finally let his arms go, chuckling as one dropped over his eyes and the other plopped down by his side.

Meanwhile, Maddie pulled his shirt back down. "Aww, he's pouting."

Buck immediately lifted his arm. "Aham nohot!"

However, the downturn of his bottom lip immediately proved her right.

"You always did after you got tickled." Maddie poked his bottom lip. "Gald to see some things never change."

"So thahat's how you got him to behahave," Bobby teased.

Maddie finally got up. "Had to think of something when he outgrew me by the time he was sixteen. Feel free to use it if he ever gives you a hard time."

"Oh I already have," Bobby assured her. "But I think I learned a few techniques for the future."

Buck lifted his arm to glare at the duo talking over him as if he wasn't even there. There were times he regretted introducing his sister to the team.

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This was a comment under a post I made:

I feel like Peter 1 definitely pulls lots of pranks on his Spiderbros, which they quickly learn they can teach him a lesson by tickling the snot out of him as they grow weary of his pranks. I can totally see Peter 1 laughing really hard at 2 and 3, maybe from a hair dye in shampoo prank or something, and 2 and 3 are just like, "Oh yeah? We'll give you something to laugh about!" Proceeding to chase Peter 1 until they corner him to tickle him to tears. 😆

(Peter 1 is a huge prankster toward his tickle monster brothers 😁 Thanks for the prompt idea @prodigalbadger ❤️😁 Hope you enjoy! 😁)

"Oh yeah? We'll give you something to laugh about!"

Peter 1's eyes bugged as he scrambled up to his feet. A squeal left his throat while he bolted up the stairs.

Two sets of pounding feet followed along behind him, making nervous giggles pour out of his mouth. "Noho! Ihim sorryhy! I'm sorrhyhyhy!"

"You're going to be," Three growled. "Now get back here!"

"Noho!" Peter 1 tried to scramble up the wall when he ran into a dead end.

Only for Peter 3 to wrap his arms around him and yank him down. The youngest kicked and flailed to try to get away, but he couldn't get out of the middle Peter's grip.

A moment later, he was on the floor with Three pinning his waist. Peter 2 then struggled with his arms to get him pinned above his head.

"Wahait!" One begged. "Plehehease!"

"You've pulled your last prank, punk," Three explained as Two finally got the youngest's arms pinned above his head. "Thought the green dye wouldn't be the final nail in your coffin, did ya?"

"Threhee." One squirmed. "Let's talk abahout thihis."

Two shifted forward so the youngest's arms were pinned between his knees. "You've lost your chance of that. It's payback time now."

"Wahait." One squeaked and turtled as Three's fingers began spidering around his torso. "Wahait!"

Then Two began swirling one finger in each of the youngest's armpits.

"Noho!" Peter 1's laughter and squirming picked up. "Nohot thehere! Plehease!"

"You've been messing with us all week." Two dug in with just those two fingers. "We've been tolerating you as much as possible, but now you've gone too far."

"I've got a date with Gwen tomorrow." Three dug into the youngest's lower ribs on either side. "Now I have to show up looking like a leprechaun."

One was cackling freely. His armpits and lower ribs were both bad spots on their own, but now they were being tickled at the same time. One's legs flailed around as all his super strength failed to help get him out of the ticklish hold. "PLEHEHEASE! I'M SORRYHYHY!"

"You're sorry you got caught." Two moved up to One's neck. "You will be sorry for pranking us so much though."

Peter 1 turtled as his nose scrunched up. The lighter tickles pulled more airy giggles as well as a snort out of the younger.

"Aww, you're lucky you're cute." Three pinched his younger brother's nose and gave his head a gentle shake. "I could just eat you up."

One's eyes popped in as he pulled his head free. "Noho, Threhee! Dohon't!"

The middle Peter smirked, slowly leaning down. "Should have thought about that before you turned me into a nymph."

"Nohoho." Peter 1 sucked his stomach in as his giggles increased. "Dohohon't. DohohoOOON'T! THREHEHEHAHAHA!"

As the youngest tried getting away, Three jumped down. He began to nuzzle and nibble along the youngest's stomach through the thin fabric of his shirt. He wasn't even making contact with his bare skin and it still tickled like crazy. Then Three decided to play dirtier by rubbing his nose over the spot where he knew Peter One's belly button would be.

"SQUEE! THREHEE!"

Meanwhile, Two spidered his hands down to tickle along the youngest's ribs. "Think our dear little brother has learned his lesson yet?"

"YES! IHI SWEAR!"

Peter 3 lifted his head high enough to see the youngest's bright pink face. He looked like a little kid laughing away. A mischievous little kid who had done so much crap to his older brothers. It made the middle Peter draw circles around the littest's belly button. "Hmm, I don't think he really has yet."

"Noho, plehease!" One kicked around again. "Ihi've lehearned. Ihi've chahanged!"

"In five minutes?" Two stopped his attack and smirked down at One. "That is incredibly fast."

Three poked into the youngest's belly button, giving his finger a little shake. "We must be extremely persuasive."

One jolted. "AH! Thehe mohost pehersuasihive."

Two tapped his chin. "Hmm, but will he remember the lesson?"

"Yehes!" One bucked up his hips to try to get the middle's finger out of his belly button. "Gehet ohout ohof thehere!"

"I don't know Three," Two talked over the youngest. "Think he's trustworthy?"

Three finally took his finger out of One's belly button in favor of scratching his chin. He leaned forward to 'study' the youngest's pink tinted face.

One poked out his bottom lip to try to look as 'innocent' as possible to the middle Peter.

In response, Three poked up One's stomach. "Hmm, I don't think he's quiiiite there yet."

Another nervous grin wobbled onto Peter 1's face as new giggles started to return.

"You know what?" Peter 2 joined him in poking One's stomach, working his way out instead of up. "I think you're right."

One's giggles grew even more as they kept up the dual attack on his stomach. They switched between poking and 'drawing' random shapes just to keep him on his toes. "Wahait! Plehease! Ihim sorryhyhy!"

After a pause, Two suddenly yanked the youngest's shirt up. Then immediately, Three dove down to blow raspberries across his skin. Since the middle Peter hadn't had work today, he hadn't shaved. Meaning his stubble was also now scratching along his bare skin.

It made him shriek and cackle and squeal as he he tried to roll out from under his older brothers. Ticklish feelings flared along his skin as every nerve became heightened. He couldn't even beg anymore.

Finally, Three pulled back and Two tugged the youngest's shirt back into place. Meanwhile, One collapsed into a puddle of residual giggles.

"So." Two then placed a hand on either side of Peter 1 before leaning over One's red face. "What did we learn?"

"Yohou guhuys suhuck," Peter 1 muttered.

Three pinched both of his sides.

One squealed and jolted up. "OKAY! Ohokahay. Noho mohore prahanks."

Two pushed himself off. "Atleast not one every day."

Three followed. "Got that right."

One stayed on the floor, one arm plopping down beside him and the other plopping over his eyes. He let out a dramatic groan before falling silent again.

Two sighed heavily. A moment later, he had both of One's arms in his hands and Three had both of his legs. Together, they lifted the youngest up.

Peter One squeaked, breaking into laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. He let himself get manhandled into the guest room the younger two always used.

The older two then swung Peter One back and forth while counting, "One . . . two . . . three!"

One sailed through the air before landing on his back on the bed, a few remaining giggles sliding out.

"We're washing this green out of our hair." Three pointed a finger toward each of his eyes then turned the fingers out to the youngest. "But we've still got our eyes on you."

"Whatever you shahay grahanpahas," One sassed.

"Watch it," Two warned. "We may just come back for round two."

The youngest squeaked and hid under the blanket, listening to older two chuckle as they walked away. They could be mean if they wanted to.

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So I had an idea where the core four (Buck, Eddie, Hen, Chim) are playing Mario Kart on the couch in the loft. (Or any 4-player racing game). So basically Buck starts winning and is in first place, he’s bragging about it and rubbing it in their faces. Then he starts feeling hands on him randomly. Like a poke to his side here. He drops to 2nd. A quick scribble across his stomach or underarm there. Then he drops to 3rd and Maybe a pinch to his rib or something and he’s in last place🤣 Just whining about it the whole time how they’re cheating. They tell him how they’re not even doing anything. His attention is focused on the game and he doesn’t see who’s doing it, he just keeps feeling it.

I just imagine like “That’s not fair, you’re cheating“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

(LOL, I love this idea Anon 😂 Hope you enjoy it 😁)

"That's not fair, you're cheating!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Buck shoved Chimney with his elbow, his hands never leaving his controller. "Keep your hands to yourself."

Chimney nudged him back. "Keep your focus on the game."

The core four were playing Mario Kart together and Buck had been on a winning streak. He'd won the last three rounds and was quickly getting to a fourth.

"Don't be jealous that I'm the best," he had bragged to the others. "You can get there too with a little practice. "

The timing was perfect as Buck's character zoomed first across the finish line

His grin had grown. "I'll even go easier on you next round."

Eddie had shoved him off the couch.

"You watch your mouth," Hen warned. "It'll get you into trouble."

Buck smacked Eddie's arm as he pulled himself back up onto the couch. "Hasn't yet."

"We'll see about that."

The blonde had raised one eyebrow at the paramedic before the next round started.

Again, he was flying down the road. This time they were on Rainbow Road, and Buck was handling the curves like a pro.

Until the tickles had started.

As the blonde cruised in first, he felt a sudden poke to his side.

It made Buck jolt, but when he looked down, he didn't see anything.

And when he looked back up, Eddie had slipped into first.

Buck gave him a sideways glare as he worked to regain his first place position. The two were neck and neck, with Buck still in second, when there had been a scribble across his stomach.

The blonde had squeaked and his knees slightly lifted. "Hey!"

He caught Hen's character sailing right past him, putting him in third.

"Stop!" The blonde immediately refocused on the screen. "You're going to make me loose."

Hen didn't look away from the screen. "Stop doing what Buck?"

"You know exactly what you're doing."

She was too far away to elbow and Buck didn't want to risk lifting his hand away from his controller. He was already fighting to catch back up to her and didn't want to fall further behind.

Then came the finally blow. Chimney's pinch to his bad rib.

Buck's controller had sailed over the coffee table as he had squirmed over to Eddie and away from the pinches. The younger's cackles filled the room before the hand had finally disappeared.

With residual giggles still flowing from his mouth, Buck had yanked himself upright and quickly scrambled up to recover his controller.

However, he was now currently in last place. Not even fourth, just all the way in last.

Hence why Buck was complaining about them cheating.

The blonde gave Chimney one last glare before working to get himself back in first. But by the end of the third lap, he sailed across the screen in dead last, his character on screen shaking its head in disappointment.

In the end, Eddie had won. He and Chim exchanged a high five behind the younger's back.

"No fair!" Buck threw down his controller. "He only won because you guys cheated!"

"Don't be jealous because he's in first," Hen had thrown back at him.

Eddie leaned back. "Maybe you just need a little more practice."

"Don't worry," Chim went next. "We'll go easy on you next round."

With a frustrated groan, Buck stormed off.

Back on the couch, the other three exchanged similar mischievous looks.

"Hey Buck," Chim called.

The blonde paused, giving him a glare. "What?"

"I know a game we can all win."

As Buck arched an eyebrow, Eddie turned off the electronic game. By the time Buck registered what they were implying, all three were standing. His eyes widened as he took one cautious step back.

"Three, two, one," Hen counted down. "Go!"

The younger firefighter bolted to the kitchen, three pairs of footsteps behind him. Without even thinking, Buck leapt on top of the island. He scrambled to his feet to keep away from the other three.

"Grab him!" Hen ordered.

Eddie darted around to the other side. "Corner him over here!"

Buck jumped. "No!"

The blonde tried keeping away while trying to kick at their hands and while trying to keep his balance on top of the counter so he didn't crack his skull on anything.

Then suddenly, two arms wrapped around his legs.

"Got him!"

Buck tried to keep his balance and squirm away. "Chimney, let gohoOOO!"

While the blonde had been focused on his brother-in-law, Hen and Eddie had each snagged an arm. All together, they yanked the blonde down and onto Eddie's shoulders.

The brown haired paramedic lowered Buck to the floor where he was promptly pinned. Eddie had his arms, Hen had his legs and feet, and Chimney straddled his hips.

As the blonde struggled to get away, Chimney leaned forward, a big smirk on his face. "Do you want to play a game?"

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Um, I don't know if this was intentional or not ❤️ Does anyone know if this is a Tumblr glitch? ❤️

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could you do a fic of Peter 1 and Peter 2 competing for who could give Peter 3 the best raspberries?

Raspberry Competition

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Awww! This is cute! ❤️🥰 Thank you Anon 🥰❤️ Hope this was what you were looking for and that you enjoy ❤️ :))

"Three! Get back here!"

With a squeak, the tallest Peter ducked around the couch. "Noho!"

Then Peter 1 blocked him off on that side. "Gotcha!"

"AH!" Three doubled back. "Stay ahawahay grehmlihin!"

Two started circling behind so the middle Peter tried running away to the kitchen.

However, he made it roughly two steps before he was snagged from behind.

"Ah! Wahait!" Three giggled out.

He tried squirming away, but was easily overpowered by a few side squeezes.

A moment later, his back was on the floor with Peter 2 pinning his arms above his head and Peter 1 sitting on his waist.

And the youngest was currently rolling up his shirt.

"Noho!" Three's legs kicked around on the floor as his nervous giggles grew. "Ihi wihill kill yohou!"

"No you won't." Peter One gave Three's midsection a few teasing pokes. "We'll kill yohou fihirst."

"What!"

"He's joking around." Two flicked the youngest's arm before looking back down. "But nice to know your mind is focused on actual murder."

Three whined. "What are you going to doho?"

"Easy." Two did a sweeping gesture to Peter 1. "Uno here has challenged me to a raspberry competition and I couldn't turn him down. "

"Oh noho," Three giggled out, forcing his elbows together.

Peter 1 matched his giggles. "Oho yehes."

The tallest Peter pulled his elbows back enough to give his younger brother a half-hearted glare.

"So now, we have to see who does it best," Two finished with a smirk.

Three turned the glare up to the eldest. "Yohou really dohon't."

"Yes we do." Peter 2 lifted his hands. "Uno."

While the two rock, paper, scissored over who would go first, Three was forced to watch.

It took three tries, then Peter 1 actually won.

His arms went up in the air. "Yes!"

"Alright One." Peter 2 shifted Three's arms further up so he couldn't hide behind his elbows. "You get the first raspberry."

"Why can't you watch a TV show like aha nohormahal persohon?" Three sassed.

"That's boring. This is more fun."

Just as the middle Peter went to retort, One blew his first raspberry. He chose to place it right over Three's belly button.

The ticklish buzz made Peter Three jolt. His eyes screwed shut as his mouth open wide as his cackles flew into the room.

One lifted his head when he was done, beaming from ear to ear.

"That was good." Two's voice drifted closer. "But let me show you how it's done."

A squeal left Three as Peter 2 blew a raspberry into the crook of the middle Peter's neck.

Once he was done, the eldest smirked at the youngest. "That's how you blow a raspberry."

Peter 3 collapsed into a ticklish groan. "Cahan yohou nohot?"

"What's wrong?" Two pinched his cheek. "Tired of being adorable?"

Three turned to try to nip at the hand.

"Hey." The eldest tapped his forehead. "No biting."

"Ohow!"

While the older two were arguing, One was debating where to place his next raspberry. He finally settled on a spot near Three's side and blew it there while the middle Peter was distracted.

Three jumped in surprise before more cackles filled the space. He tried jerking away, but couldn't get far from the way the youngest was pinning him.

Peter 1 gave Two a victorious smirk. "Ha! Beat that!"

Three squirmed again. "Hohow ahabohout hehe doehesn't!"

Meanwhile, Peter Two was already moving down. "With pleasure."

"WAIT!" Then another raspberry was blown into the side of Three's neck.

The middle Peter shrieked and tried to turtle up past the eldest's head. Yet he was stuck. Especially when Two purposefully scratched his facial hair along the spot next.

"NAAAAA! TWOOOO!"

"Hey." One glared. "That's cheating!"

Peter Two lifted his head. "Don't be jealous because you can't grow any."

"You're making him laugh more with it though!"

"Just that one time." The eldest ruffled the youngest's curls. "Sorry Uno. I'll stop cheating."

Peter 1 gave a half smile. "It's okay."

"Hey." The eldest tapped Three's belly button. "Blow one right there."

Three turtled with a squeak.

Meanwhile, One grinned before diving down, blowing the biggest raspberry he could into Peter Three's belly button.

The loudest shout left the middle Peter's mouth before he dissolved into cackles. All of his nerves were on edge from the attack.

Then the youngest blew another one and Three definitely tipped into silent laughter.

When Peter 1 finally pulled his head up, Two flicked his forehead. "Now who's cheating."

"Ohow! Just copying yohou."

Two stuck out his tongue at the youngest and One returned it.

Meanwhile, Three sagged into the floor. "Yohou twoho suhuck."

He almost missed the subtle wink Two gave Peter One. "You know Uno, I'm kinda getting bored with this whole competition."

One's eyes went wide. "Really?"

"Why don't we just have some fun?"

Three's eyes went wide.

One grinned. "How so?"

"Twoho," the middle Peter warned.

"I'll take up the face and neck if you take the torso," the eldest explained.

"Suhure thihing."

"Twoho." Three tried to turtle away. "TwohoOOO! NAAAAAA!"

For the next several moments, all Peter 3 could do was cackle and squeal as both of his brothers attacked him with raspberries at the same time. Occasionally, he would get out a 'No fair' or maybe a 'Not there', but they were quickly drowned by his laughter.

Once all three siblings were adequately out of breath, One and Two pulled back and plopped themselves on either side Peter Three.

"Ugh!" The middle Peter managed to get out. "Yohou twoho ahare horriblehele."

The eldest simply grinned. "You're welcome."

That earned him a shove from Preter 3.

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GUIDE: NAMING A TOWN OR CITY

This post was originally from a FAQ, but since the original link is now defunct, I am re-posting it here.

There are many things to keep in mind when naming the town or city in your novel:

1) Genre/Theme/Tone

It’s very important to consider the genre and theme of your story when choosing a town name. Take these names for example, each of which indicates the genre or theme of the story: King’s Landing (sounds fantastical) Cloud City (sounds futuristic) Silent Hill (sounds scary) Sweet Valley (sounds happy and upbeat) Bikini Bottom (sounds funny) Radiator Springs (sounds car-related) Halloween Town (sounds Halloween-related) Storybrooke (sounds fairytale-related) 2) Time/Place It’s also important to consider the time and place where your story takes place. For example, you wouldn’t use “Vista Gulch” as a name for a town in Victorian England. You probably wouldn’t use it for a town in modern day North Carolina, either. Vista is a Spanish word and would normally be found in places where Spanish names are common, like Spain, Central and South America, the southwest United States (including southern California), Cuba, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, and Florida. 3) Size/Settlement Type An isolated town of 300 people probably won’t be Valley City, but a sprawling metropolis of 30 million could be called Windyville, because it could have started out as a small town and grew into a large city. 4) Geography Words like gulch, butte,and bayou tend to be regional terms. You probably wouldn’t find Berle’s Bayou in Idaho, or Windy Butte in Rhode Island. Words like mount, cape, and valley are dependent upon terrain. Most of the time, you won’t have a town named “mount” something unless there are hills or mountains nearby. You wouldn’t use “cape” unless the town was on a cape, which requires a large body of water. 5) History Is there a historical person or event that your town might be named after? The Simpsons’ hometown of Springfield is ironically named after its founder, Jebediah Springfield. Chattanooga, Tennessee is named after the Cherokee town that was there first. Nargothrond, in The Lord of the Rings, is an Elvish town with an Elvish name. 6) Combination of Words

person name + geographical term = Smithfield, Smith Creek

group name + geographical term = Pioneer Valley, Settlers’ Ridge

descriptive word + geographical term = Mystic Falls, Smoky Hill

person name + settlement type = Smithton, Claraville

landmark + settlement type = Bridgton, Beaconville

Word Lists

Types of Settlements

Geographical Features

Place Words

Common Suffixes

Other Descriptors

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Anyone participating this year? 😁

#augtickletober2025 is here!

October's on it's way and it's time to start prepping those fanfics and artwork!

As always – this challenge is just for fun! There is no pressure to complete every prompt, just do what you want/what you can. Jump around the list, pick and choose, combine, and interpret the prompts however you like. Just enjoy yourself! Don’t burn out trying to do it all!!

I've continued with the daily and weekly formats for prompt lists this year. The groupings of prompt in the daily prompt list correlate directly with the extended prompts in the weekly prompt list. Both Week 1 and Week 5 are not full weeks based on how the calendar was set, but the rest constitute a full 7 days.

Whether you choose to use one of these lists or both, mix-and-match with another list, use another list entirely, or forgo all lists and make up your own ideas -- it's all up to you!!

As always, I’ll be eager to see all the works created with these prompts under the tag #augtickletober2025!

Happy Creating, everyone! And good luck!

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GRAHHH spidey prompt time??? Also idk why I can’t ask from my new acc but that’s ok

How about them all having like a wrestling match??

Ready Set Fight!

Summary: Peter 1 claims Peter 3 is cheating so Two decides to set him straight :)

(Thank you @parker-fluff @grayishgiggles ❤️ I love this idea so much ❤️🥰 It feels so good to write for them again ❤️🥰 Hope this is what you're looking for and you enjoy ❤️ :))

"1, 2, 3! You're out!"

Peter 1 groaned as Three cheered. "That is so unfair!"

"Don't be a sore looser Uno," Three teased as he flexed his arms. "That's another win."

"You're literally twice my height." The youngest of the Peters shoved the older. "You have an advantage."

"Nuh-uh! Height doesn't always equal advantage."

"Yes it does!"

Immediately, Peter 2 slipped in between them, holding up an arm to either brother. "Easy, easy. This is just supposed to be for fun."

"How is it fun if he's cheating?" One demanded.

"How am I cheating if I was born this way?" Three argued back.

Two sighed. This was going nowhere and fast.

So he went with another idea. "Alright Uno. Let's duel then."

The youngest reared back.

"You claim the height is unfair then fine." Two arched a brow. "Fight someone on your level."

Peter 1 steeled his face. "Fine, lets do it."

Three immediately jumped into a crouch. "A new opponent enters the ring."

Two gave him a light hearted slap to the arm before sparring off with Peter 1. Both he and the youngest crouched on either side.

Peter 1 looked absolutely determined to get the eldest down on the floor.

"First one to pin the other wins." Three held a hand between them. "Ready, set . . . fight."

Immediately, One pounced.

Two caught him with both arms, shifting one leg up into a 90 degree angle to brace himself for the extra weight.

He had to admit, the youngest was fighting back pretty hard. He was doing good too. Guess all those patrols were paying off.

One actual got the eldest rolling along the floor. He wasn't successful in pinning Two down, but he was making it difficult to get pinned himself.

However, Peter 2 had a few tricks up his sleeves.

And the opportunity presented itself in the form of his younger brother's armpits.

Two was able to slide one hand off One's shoulder and into his armpit before the youngest realized the situation.

Peter 1 squealed, yanking that arm to his side.

With that, Peter 2 rolled with his hand still in the younger's armpit. He got Peter 1 on his back before pinning him in place.

From his left, Peter 3 jumped over, hitting the floor. "1, 2, 3! You're out!"

Only then did Peter 2 pull his hand away.

Even with the onslaught of giggles, One scowled. "That's cheatihing!"

Peter 2 smirked. "But I didn't use my height."

Immediately, One started grappling with the eldest's hands.

"Ah!" Two corrected, spidering along One's sides and ribs. "You never said tickling was off the table."

The youngest pressed his arms down to try to block the fingers, cackles spilling out into the room. "That should behe aha givehen!"

"Says who?"

With a chuckle of his own, Three crept up to the youngest's head. He scooped up One's arms and pinned them over his head. "Maybe you need a reminder to be more specific with your rules."

"No!" Peter 1 squirmed hard under the elder two. "Yohou guhuys are juhust jeherks!"

Peter 2 gave Three a look. "Think he's trying to tell us something?"

"Couldn't tell ya." The middle brother pulled back one of the youngest's arms that almost escaped. "Keep getting distracted by the cuteness."

The eldest chuckled. "Sahame."

One buried his face in his elbows, grounding out. "Ihi aham soho killing bohoth ohof yohoUUUU! NAAAHO!"

Peter 2 moved to a different spot to blow another raspberry on his youngest brother's torso.

"NAAAH!" One snorted and squirmed. "TWOHOHO!"

After a final raspberry, Peter 2 switched to some belly button tickles. "You going to stop arguing that everything is cheating?"

One bucked his hips and tugged on his arms. "AH! YES!"

"And actually treat the fights as fun?"

The youngest whined through his laughter. "YEHEHES!"

Finally, Peter 2 pulled away. "Good."

One sagged into the floor, yanking his arms back to glare at the eldest. "You're stihill aha jeherk."

"I'm sure." Two pulled One's shirt back down before shifting off of him. "Alright Three. Your turn."

"What!" The middle brother cried out.

"You think I was just going to fight Uno?"

One smirked up at his brother. "Ha-ha!"

Three growled and let the youngest go. "Fine. You're going down."

"Oho." Peter 2 crouched into position. "We'll see about that."

As Three got into a matching position, Peter 1 pulled himself up.

He held a hand in between them, just as Three had done, before calling out, "Ready. Set . . . fight!"

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do you mind any prompts for other characters in the Raimi verse like Mj and Otto?

I don't mind them, but I really want to focus on Spideybros first ❤️ :) So any others might get pushed to the side for a bit ❤️ :)

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Does anyone have a prompt idea with just the three Spideybros? I haven't written for them in a while and I'm stuck on ideas ❤️

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are you still writing Spider-Man fics?

Hi Anon! I still want to, but I've kinda stuck on getting back into them ❤️ :) I don't have any more good ideas at the moment ❤️😅 If you have a prompt and want to share, please do ❤️ :)

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Have you thought of writing tickle fics for Thunderbolts yet????

I haven't seen Thunderbolts yet ❤️ Was it any good Anon? ❤️ :)

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You're Out

Summary: Hen, Chim, and Eddie decide to play a game with Buck.

(Fic request from @mysunshinebuck ❤️😁 Hope you enjoy ❤️😁)

What Buck had done to warrant such a game was beyond him.

One minute he had been on the couch and the next he was being yanked onto the floor by three sets of hands.

He had just enough time for a squeak before he was being pinned on his back. "What are you doing!"

Eddie finished pinning his arms above his head. "Cap told us to leave him alone and go play a game so we are."

The blonde squirmed. "What does that have to do with me?"

Hen straddled one of his legs to keep it in place. "You're a part of the game."

"What if I don't want to play?"

"Too late." Chimney straddled his other leg. "You've already been factored in."

Buck went still, but he did huff. "Fine. What are we playing?"

"Not really a name for it per se," Hen carefully explained. "But we know how it goes."

"Like you can't remember the name or you don't want to tell me the name?"

Eddie placed both hands on the floor and leaned over the blonde to look down at him. "We don't have a name for it."

Buck's eyes bugged out. "You made it up!"

Eddie had the audacity to smirk. "Now you're starting to get it."

Again, Buck fought to get out of the hold, but it was too late now.

"Alright, here's how this is going to go," Chimney plowed on. "One of us is going to cover your eyes then someone is going to tickle you."

The blonde whipped wide eyed to Chim then froze. "What!"

"You then have to guess correctly who the tickler is. If you guess correctly, that person is out. If you guess incorrectly, the game restarts. You go until you correctly guess all three attackers."

"How is that a fair game!"

"Who said anything about it being fair?" Eddie pinched his nose and playfully shook it. "We're just looking for fun."

Buck yanked his head. "Get away from my nose!"

"Well then." Hen cracked her knuckles and wiggled her fingers. "Should we get started?"

The younger firefighter squeaked. "Why can't you just play Monopoly like a normal person?"

Chimney looked to Eddie. "Edmoundo, would you do the honors?"

"With pleasure."

A moment later, one of Eddie's hands clamped over Buck's eyes. "Hey!"

Every nerve on the blonde immediately dialed up. Because of his lack of sight, every other sense was immediately locked on.

"Alright Buck," came Chimney's voice in a game show tone followed by tickling on his left side. "Who is tickling you?"

A nervous squeak followed by giggles spilling out was the response. "Wahahait! Chihimnehey!"

The black haired paramedic made a buzzer sound followed by an onslaught of light as Eddie lifted his hand.

Chimney pointed above his head. "It was Eddie."

The brown haired paramedic waved down to his friend.

He was rewarded with a glare.

"Hey, it was your first try," Chimney teased. "You'll get us next time."

Buck growled. "Shut up!"

"Uh, question," Hen piped up. "How are we supposed to switch without him seeing?"

Chimney tapped his chin. "Hmm, good point."

"I have an idea," Eddie jumped in.

Buck tilted his head up so he could watch Eddie reach into his back pocket and fish out a length of cloth.

Hen's eyebrows shot up. "You brought a blindfold?"

Eddie shrugged. "Always good to be prepared."

"If I didn't know you as well as I did, I would think it's a kink," Buck told him.

The brown haired paramedic wiggled his eyebrows down at his best friend.

That made Buck grimace and eye the cloth. "Now I'm scared."

"You'll be fine." Eddie reached down to secure the blindfold around his eyes. "Now hold still."

The blonde made a noise of disagreement, but didn't pull his head away. "This is ridiculous."

However, before he could voice another thought, all three of them moved up then settled in a different spot, pinning him again.

Buck tugged on his trapped limbs. "Guys. Seriously?"

"Okay, Buck," came Chimney's voice from above him this time.

"I can't do this if I can't see," the younger interrupted.

"Sure you can," Chimney continued while a hand spidered along the left side of his ribs. "Use your critical thinking skills."

Buck freely squeaked, his left knee colliding with a figure's back. "Ihi cahan't!"

"Who's tickling you?" came Hen's voice from his right leg.

He wasn't getting out of this unless he gave them an answer.

So, after he snorted, he called out, "Eddihie!"

Chimney made another buzzer noise and the blindfold got lifted up.

After blinking in the harsh station light, Buck looked over to see Chimney's hand poised over his rib.

"Nice try Blondie." His brother-in-law gave the rib under his hand a squeeze.

Buck squeaked, yanking himself to the other side.

"You're really bad at this," Eddie teased.

The blonde gave him a glare. "You try it."

"Nah, I'm good."

Buck then let his head plop back onto the floor.

"We'll make this easy." Hen pulled the blindfold back down. "We won't even trade places this time."

"Guys," the younger firefighter whined. "I can't do this."

"Oh ye of little faith," Eddie teased.

Buck groaned.

"We've tickled you enough times for you to know our tactics and our hands," Chimney pointed out.

With a huff, Buck resigned. "This is stupid."

"Watch it with the attitude Smartypants," Hen shot back.

"Watch it with the attitude Smartypants," Buck copied with a mocking tone.

Then a hand dug into the very center of his stomach.

Buck squealed and turned his face into his arm. He almost called out Hen's name, but that felt way too easy.

So, even through the laughter, he focused in on the attack rather than trying to distract himself.

The attacker kept their hand in the same spot, rotating it in a circle as they gently squeezed with their fingers. An image clicked in Buck's head and he realized he did know that technique.

It was usually followed by a playful shake and a teasing 'Who's a good boy?' pretty much every time.

So just as the hand went in for the shake, Buck shouted out, "EDDIE!"

The hand stopped and he heard his best friend mutter out a curse while Chimney laughed at him.

Buck slumped into a puddle of residual giggles. "Dihid Ihi gehet ihit?"

"Lucky guess," Eddie grumbled out.

The blonde of the duo smirked. "Wehere yohou dying to call me aha gohood bohoy?"

"You do do that a lot," Hen agreed.

Someone flicked Buck's forehead.

"Ow! Eddihie!"

"Don't be a smart butt then."

"Alright, Edmoundo is out of rotation," Chimney continued.

Hen's voice creeped closer. "Then there were two."

The youngest squeaked.

He felt them then quickly switch and pin him before he could recover enough to even think about escaping.

Back and forth. Around and around. Tickling Buck in all the spots they could reach.

And they weren't making it easy.

One time, Chimney used the light spidering Hen usually used and tricked his brother-in-law.

Then Hen dug into his more sensitive ribs. A tactic Eddie and Chimney usually used, almost fooling the younger firefighter again.

"NAAAAH! HEHEN!"

"Dang it!" The smaller paramedic paused and pulled up the blindfold. "How did you figure that out!"

A few residual giggles kept him from responding right away. "Yohour hahands ahare smalleher."

Hen huffed and yanked the blindfold down. "Fine. Let's see you get this one."

Turtling nervously, Buck hid his face back into his arm.

Then, the trio went silent.

After a few seconds, Buck pulled his head away. "Guhuys?"

Chimney immediately jumped back in, his tone taking a more mischievous dialect. "Alright Buck."

Again they switched. The younger firefighter could feel their grins match Chimney's tone and he could tell they were up to something.

Buck arched one eyebrow.

"Who is tickling you?" Chimney finished.

Then a hand hesitantly spidered across the younger man's stomach. This one was different.

It was almost as big as Eddie's, but it didn't have the same bold, playful attack the brown haired paramedic had been using. It was slower, more gentle as it explored.

At first, he thought it might have been Hen or even Chimney trying to trick him again, but the hand was too big for either.

It spidered its way down his stomach to where his shirt had been untucked from all the attacks. It slipped under his shirt, on to his bare skin, then moved to one spot in particular.

As soon as one finger slipped into his belly button, Buck shrieked out, "Bobby!"

"Bobby?" Eddie tried to keep his tone confused.

Hen matched it. "There's no Bobby here."

"Lihiar!" Buck cackled.

"Just us three," Chimney tried.

Buck shook his head as his shirt was pulled further up. "Ihi knohow thohose techniquehes. That ihis BobbyYYYY! NOHO!"

The figure blew another raspberry into Buck's side.

The younger firefighter jerked as he cackled out, "NAHAHOHO!"

A familiar chuckle entered the space. "How'd you know it was me?"

Someone took off the blindfold and Buck blinked in the bright light again. "Becahause onlyhy yohou would do those two right ihin aha rohow."

Bobby grinned and fondly shook his head. "Gave myself away."

"Should have switched up techniques." Chimney spidered along Buck's ribs. "Like us."

The blonde jerked the other way and Chimney pulled his hand back.

"I thought I told you to play with him," Bobby corrected.

Hen motioned down. "We are."

The fire captain slapped the heel of his palm on his forehead. "I meant include him in the game."

"Still are," Eddie added.

Bobby gave him a look. "You know what I meant."

"Do we?" Chimney 'innocently' asked. "Because according to you, we clearly had a misunderstanding."

Bobby huffed in frustration, waving them all back. "Alright. Get off of him."

With great reluctance, Buck was finally unpinned.

It took a couple seconds before he was finally able to push himself up and fix his shirt.

"You need a break?" Bobby asked Buck.

"Aw, come on Cap," Eddie pleaded. "Don't take him away just yet."

"We were having fun," Hen defended.

Buck gave Hen an unimpressed look.

Bobby matched it with a deadpan, "I'm sure you were."

"Taking him away is the equivalent of taking away our baby doll," Chinney added in with a mock pout.

Buck immediately jerked around to him. "I'm sorry, what?"

Bobby desperately tried to bite back his smile as he stood to his feet. "Alright, five more minutes. Then I really am taking him away from you three."

In response, Buck's jaw dropped as he turned to watch Bobby walk away. "Cap!"

"Play with them Buck."

"Do I get a say in this? . . . Cap!"

When Bobby disappeared out of sight, the younger firefighter threw his hand up in the air, turning back to Hen, Eddie, and Chim.

Eddie lowered his voice into a creepy tone. "Do you want to play a game?"

While Hen and Chimney snickered, Buck plucked off the blindfold and chucked it at the paramedic.

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Suspect At Large

Summary: Bobby has to help his wife with a certain blonde haired 'roommate'.

Warning: Bit of spice related humor included (🌶)

As soon as Bobby walked through the front door, Athena was standing by the couch waiting for him.

He knew that look.

Bobby closed the door. "You need backup Sergeant Grant?"

Athena crossed her arms and stepped closer.

"What are his charges?" came Bobby's next question.

"Evading dusting duty when it's his week to do it," the sergeant explained.

Bobby kicked of his shoes and emptied his pockets. "Last known location?"

Athena pointed one finger in the air.

Bobby smiled. "I'll bring him in for his arrest honey."

"Thank you baby."

With that, Bobby slipped quietly upstairs.

He knew his wife had probably searched the entire place already, but it couldn't hurt to check again.

A search of Buck's room revealed no sign of the missing blonde. His bed was made and his room was tidy, leading very few places to hide.

So Bobby went to the upstairs bathroom next.

There weren't many places to hide in there either if you were looking at a glance, but Bobby had discovered one spot Buck could utilize.

Sure enough, he checked the linen storage behind the door and saw two sets of socked toes peeking around a plastic drawer unit.

Bobby secured his grip around one of the ankles, earning a cry of surprise and a thump on the upper shelf.

"Ow!"

That was all Buck had time to get out before Bobby pulled him around and out from behind the plastic storage container. Amazing how he was able to stuff his entire 6'2 frame into such a small space.

Buck tried gaining any traction on the slippery tile floor to pull himself back, but it was useless.

Once the squirming figure was out in the open, Bobby pulled him up.

He pinned the younger's arms behind his back as if he were in handcuffs before marching him back down the stairs.

Buck continued pulling on his arms as Bobby tugged him along. A few nervous giggles slipped out of his mouth. "Bobbyhy, wahait!"

The older man bit back a smile. "You run away from the crime then you have to get the time."

"That doesn't mahake ahany sense!"

"Then maybe this will." Bobby stopped and tugged the squirming figure in front of him. "Here's your 'escaped prisoner' Sergeant Grant."

Athena stepped forward. "Where did you find him?"

"Hiding behind the plastic storage container in the upstairs bathroom."

"He fit behind there?"

"You'd be surprised where he fits himself," Bobby retorted while carefully pulling the squirming firefighter down to the ground.

"Ah!" Buck exclaimed. "Bobbyhy, noho!"

Athena knelt on the other side of the younger. "Thanks for exposing that hiding spot."

Bobby wrangled Buck's arms above his head. "You're welcome."

"Need a hand?"

Bobby finally got the blonde's arms pinned. "Not yet."

Athena held up her hands before turning her attention back on Buck. "Buckley, you're under arrest for backsliding on your share of the chores. How do you plead?"

"The fihifth!"

Athena lifted her eyes to give her husband a look.

She then pinned one of Buck's legs with her own. "Too bad. The courts find you guilty and sentences you to 'correction'."

"Yohou cahan't be judge, jury, and executioner," Buck argued. "That's rigged!"

Athena attacked his sides first. "Then you should have thought about that before shirking your responsibilities."

The blonde jolted before dissolving into laughter. "Noho! Ihi wahas goihing toho do ihit!"

"Then why were you hiding?" Bobby asked.

The younger glared up at the older. "Becahause shehe wahas going toho doho thihIIIS! NAHAT THEHERE!"

Athena continued her tirade on his ribs. "If you had done your part of the chores, I wouldn't have to."

Buck kicked his free leg, his foot sliding across the hardwood floor. A snort slipping out along with it.

"I told you," Bobby jumped in while wrapping both of Buck's arms with one of his own so he could wiggle around the blonde's neck. "You run away from the crime then you have to get the time."

Buck turtled into his shoulders, another jolt going through him from Athena's skittering over that one stupidly sensitive rib. His laughter growing louder and more shrill.

Having mercy, she slipped up to his armpits instead. "What do you think Officer Nash? Has he learned his lesson?"

Bobby took a peek through Buck's arms at his beet red cackling face. He had to bite back another smile at the sight. "I think he has."

"Good." Athena pulled back, letting the younger sag into a puddle of giggles onto the floor. "Then you have two choices prisoner Buckley."

Once Bobby went back to his wrists, Buck pulled his elbows apart so he could glare at the police sergeant.

"You can either get up now and do the dusting or you can have the chore for another week."

The blonde huffed. "Fihine."

"Glad we could reach an agreement."

"You know this is totally unfair," Buck argued. "We'd never do something like this if you or Bobby didn't do a chore."

Bobby shrugged, giving his wife a mischievous smirk. "Fair. We have our own punishments for that though."

Athena matched the smirk. "That's what the handcuffs are for."

Bobby leaned forward. "Little bit of spanking too."

Athena made an agreeing noise while closing the distance for a kiss.

Buck cringed hard and turned his head away. "Ew! Okay, okahay! I get ihit."

Bobby had to pull away to muffle a snicker.

Athena managed to school her features first, turning back to blonde. "It's just a kiss."

Buck gave her the most incredulous look he could.

"What? Feeling left out?" She teased.

"Not with what just came out of your mouths."

Bobby finally got his features under control. "She meant the kiss Buck."

The incredulous look turned into a confused one. "Why would I feel left out of a kiss?"

A new idea lit up Athena's face. "Maybe left out of the affection."

Bobby caught the expression and grinned.

"What are you two planning?" Buck warned.

After another second long pause, both Bobby and Athena rushed down.

Buck tried to turtle and jerk his head away, but he was a second too late to avoid the ticklish onslaught of kisses peppered around his face and neck. "Wahait! Wahahahit!"

Then Bobby played dirty by blowing a raspberry into his neck.

"AAH! NOT FAHAIR!"

Buck tried to hide his face again, but this time, Athena pulled him out of hiding.

She firmly took his chin in the palm of her hand, gently squishing his cheeks with her fingers. She then gently pulled Buck's head in the opposite direction so she could press a big overdramatic kiss into his cheek.

The younger had a grimace of a smile on his face, but his eyes were shinning the entire time.

Athena finally let him go. "Go dust like you should have done."

Bobby finally let the younger's arms go and Buck dropped them over his face with a groan. "Tohoo tirehered nohow."

Athena sighed.

Meanwhile, Bobby dug back into one of his armpits. "Now Buck."

With a squeak, Buck jerked his arms down and rolled to the side. "Okahay! Okay!"

Satisfied with the answer, Bobby finally pulled his hand away.

With an exaggerated huff, Buck pulled himself up and made his way to the kitchen. "This suhucks."

"Call it being an adult," Athena retorted.

The blonde muttered something under his breath as he went further in.

Meanwhile, Athena turned back to Bobby. "Thank you for your help with that."

"Happy to."

A second later, Buck reappeared, leaning on the kitchen doorway. "Hey Bobby?"

The older man turned his attention to Buck.

The younger smirked. "Why is the kitchen trash over flowing?"

Athena raised her eyebrows at her husband.

Bobby's eyes went wide before he then grimaced. ". . . I forgot to take it out before I left."

Athena crossed her arms.

"And the bathroom ones as well."

Buck's smirk only grew as he looked over at Athena.

"I'll handle him," the police sergeant replied without even turning around. "You go finish what you should have started."

Buck pulled a face.

"And put that face away before it freezes like that."

The blonde's eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"I have eyes in the back of my head Buckley. Now go."

The younger looked away, but stubbornly stayed in the doorway.

So Athena moved toward Bobby. "Unless you'd like to hear this."

That got Buck racing back into the kitchen. "You're on your own."

Bobby shook his head before going back to his wife standing in front of him. "If he talks, I'm going to have a lot of concerned firefighters asking if I'm in an abusive relationship."

A wry smile appeared on Athena's face as she bashfully looked away. "Think we went a little too far."

"Noho." Bobby guided her attention back to him by gently pushing her chin. "I think we went the right amount."

The police sergeant cleared her throat. "You do need to go take care of the trash though."

"I'll be back in five minutes." Bobby gave her a peck on the cheek. "I'll accept my punishment then."

Athena grinned. "I'll be waiting."

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