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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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Worth in Individuality

Summary: Buck's missing Eddie down in El Paso so he starts to isolate himself more. Eddie doesn't care for this type of behavior and calls in some help.

(Another fic request from @mysunshinebuck ❤️ :) I'm a sucker for anything Bobby and Buck being father/son ❤️😅 Hope you enjoy! ❤️ :))

"And that was it."

On the other side of the screen, Eddie walked to his kitchen. "Cap didn't bench you?"

Buck shifted on his bed, placing one hand behind his head. "Nah. Said since the lady started it, I got off the hook."

"And you're sure you're okay?"

Buck shrugged. "Got some scratches on my shoulder, but I'm fine otherwise."

Eddie glanced over at his screen. "So . . . the injury wasn't the reason you skipped out on dinner at the Nash's house tonight?"

"Bobby told you?"

"He asked me if you were okay." The paramedic squatted down to get into one of his cupboards. "Said he was worried about you."

"I'm not isolating myself."

Eddie stood back up. "Never mentioned that."

"I'm not though."

Eddie kicked the cupboard door closed. "Not complaining bout or nightly FaceTimes, but you really should go out and have fun."

"What if hanging out with you is fun to me?"

"Hanging out with you is fun to me too," argued the brown haired paramedic. "But that doesn't mean I'm not also going out and hanging out with others."

"Christopher doesn't count."

Eddie moved back to his living room. "I hang out with Christopher at home. I hang out with friends outside."

Buck fell quiet.

"Don't make me call Bobby."

"Don't bother him," the blonde argued back. "He's having the others over tonight."

"Okay."

Buck sighed. "Listen, I'm tired. I'm going to call it a night."

"If you're sure." Eddie sank onto his couch. "Not too late to go over."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Sure." Eddie shifted forward. "See you then."

A moment later, Buck caught his reflection in his darkened phone screen. His skin was lighter. Not in a sick way, but in a 'I haven't really seen the sun in a few days outside of my uniform' way.

Buck threw his phone onto the night stand and rolled onto his side. He closed his eyes and listened to the house settle around him. A reminder he was completely alone.

Loneliness crept into his heart. He missed coming here and hearing Christopher chatting or running around downstairs, or hearing Eddie hit every creaky floorboard as he tried to move quietly through the rooms. He missed knowing he would be there when he woke up.

He felt like nothing without them here.

Buck snagged the pillow next to his head and tugged it toward him, hugging it tightly to his chest. It wasn't a person, but the solid squish in his arms lifted the loneliness just enough for him to slip into sleep.

For a while, Buck restlessly slept, drifting from dream to dream with no idea what was going on.

Some of them were with Eddie. Some were with Christopher. Some were with them both.

Still others were of different members of his family calling out for him.

They were motioning for him to follow, but Buck couldn't go. Every time he tried, he was stuck.

Something was holding him back.

"Buck," a familiar voice called out.

The blonde slowly felt himself drift away from those dreams, the other voices slowly echoing away out of his ears.

"Buck . . . Buck." The pillow in his arms got tugged away. "Hey, Buck."

The firefighter stretched out his legs with a tired groan. He stretched his arm out in attempt to find the pillow again.

A hand gently snagged his arm and lifted it up before a new weight settled next to him. "Hey."

Buck finally cracked his eyes open to see his arm looping around the waist of someone sitting next to him. He felt fingers working through his curls as well as someone's eyes looking down at him.

"You need to wake up," Bobby told him.

The younger firefighter sleepily tilted his head up to look the older fire captain in the eye.

Bobby smiled down at him. "Too early to go to bed just yet."

Buck squeezed his eyes shut again. He shifted forward to bury his face in Bobby's side.

The older fire captain shifted from playing with Buck's curls to rubbing his back. "Come on, gotta wake up."

"Mm," Buck muttered out.

Bobby chuckled as he switched to patting. "Have you eaten anything yet?"

"No."

"Good." The older fire captain shifted up and over, disappearing from the blonde's hold.

Buck's hand plopped back onto the empty bed, but his head did lift up.

Bobby moved around the bed, patting Buck's leg as he passed. "Come on."

The younger turned his face into his pillow to let out a muffled groan before finally getting his arms up. He finally pushed himself up and out of bed.

By the time he made it downstairs, Bobby was waiting by the dining room entrance.

He pushed off the wall and moved in. "Brought you some food."

Buck scrubbed at his eyes while following. "Did dinner finish already?"

"It's still going on," Bobby called from the kitchen.

Buck froze in the dining entrance. "You left?"

"Just for a bit."

"Did Eddie call you?"

The older fire captain looked up in surprise. "He didn't call."

"Then why---?"

Bobby walked back over to the blonde with a plate of food in his hands. "I wanted to come and check on you."

Buck hesitantly took the plate when it was offered to him. "Told you I was fine."

Bobby stepped around him to the couch. "Your shoulder must be bothering you pretty badly if it made you miss out on a dinner invitation at our place."

The younger moved over to join the older fire captain, setting the food on the coffee table in front of him before sinking back. "Just wasn't feeling up to it."

"Wasn't feeling up to dinner or up to hanging out?" Bobby asked as his arm came to rest on the couch behind the blonde.

"Both," Buck admitted while crossing his arms, eyes avoiding the older fire captain.

"You can't spend all of your free time cooped up inside here," Bobby told him while softening his voice. "Isolation isn't a good thing."

"Not isolating."

"When was the last time you hung out with someone that wasn't Christopher and/or Eddie?"

"You. This morning."

"Work doesn't count Buck."

The younger sighed and shrugged.

"Hey." Bobby tugged his arm to pull him a little closer to his side. "What's going on?"

". . . I miss them."

"Christopher and Eddie?"

"It's just not the same without them here."

"Hard loosing the people you care about."

Buck hummed in agreement.

With a gentle tug, Bobby had the younger fully leaning against him.

Buck shifted so his head was on the older man's chest.

Meanehile, Bobby started rubbing his arm. "You're going to have to move on eventually."

"I don't want to move on," the blonde protested. "I want them to be here."

"Not going to happen. Least not any time soon."

Buck went quiet, staring off into space for a bit.

"I'm here right now."

"You should get back to the others."

Both of Bobby's arms wrapped around Buck in a loose hug. "Party can wait a little longer. Besides, they know I'm here."

The blonde went back to quietly staring while Bobby held him close. A tiny bit of the loneliness slipped out of his heart, but a big portion still clung on tightly.

"Come on kid." Bobby's hug shifted down a bit, one of his hands grabbing the blonde's side. "Smile a little."

Buck immediately grabbed onto Bobby's wrist while giggles started flowing out into the room. "Bobbyhy."

The older fire captain kept squeezing as Buck squirmed and kicked his way into a ball.

Then Buck immediately buried his face into Bobby's chest.

Bobby shook himself free from the push the younger had on his wrist before spidering up to his ribs. "Hiding will get you nowhere."

"AH!" Buck jerked his face out of hiding and squeezed his arms to his sides to try to block the fingers, loud laughter bursting into the room.

"Now you decide to come out of hiding?"

"Bobbyhy. BobbyYY!"

A moment later, Buck felt his back crash into the couch.

Bobby was over him in a heartbeat, pinning him in place while the blonde fought with his hands. It was a loosing battle that ended when Bobby got his hands free enough to attack his armpits.

Buck squealed. "WHY!"

"Eddie sends his regards," Bobby finally relented.

The younger jerked to the side. "Ihi tohold hihim!"

"He's worried about you Buck." The fire captain grabbed the blonde's more sensitive rib. "We all are."

Buck jerked hard and cackled. "YOHOU'RE KILLIHING MEHE!"

"No." Bobby pulled his hand away. "You're killing yourself by pulling away from everyone."

The blonde caught his breath through his giggles, his eyes not meeting the fire captain's.

"It's okay to miss people, but your worth is not tied to who's here and who's not here. You're worth something all on your own."

Buck finally looked up.

"Do you understand me?"

Buck nodded. "I understahand yohou."

Bobby switched to spidering up Buck's sides. "Yeah, but you don't believe me."

"Wahait!" Buck grabbed his wrists. "I doho!"

"No, I don't think you do." Bobby quickly jumped down to dig into his stomach.

The younger jolted at the change. "NAHA!"

Bobby switched to lightly spidering up again. "Say it."

"Sahay whahat?"

The older fire captain quickly shot up to pinch one rib on either side of his torso in time with his words. "Say you're worth something all on your own."

Buck jerked back and forth as he tried to get enough energy and coordination for a push back. "OKAHAY!"

Bobby dropped back down to gentle side squeezes. "Okay what?"

The younger firefighter had to take a moment to catch his breath through his giggles. "Ihi'm wohorth somethihing ahall ohon my ohown."

Bobby kept squeezing. "Are you allowed to miss them?"

Buck snorted. "Yehes!"

So Bobby finally pulled his hands back. "But just because they're gone does not mean you're worth anything less."

The younger huffed. "Ihi gehet ihit Cahap."

"Good." As the older fire captain pulled away, he pinched both of Buck's sides one last time.

Without the pin of Bobby's body weight, Buck's entire body jolted into a ball as he flopped to the side. "Nohot funnyhy."

Just as Buck was getting his breath back, there was a knock on the front door.

"You expecting your own party?" Bobby teased, a grin pulling up his face.

The blonde pushed himself up. "It's probablyhy Rahavihi."

"Ah," Bobby commented.

"Doors open Rahav," Buck called out.

The front door swung in. "Name's not Ravi, but we'll still come in."

Buck immediately froze.

Eddie gave him a look while holding the door open for Christopher. "You just going to sit there?"

The blonde haired firefighter huffed before rushing over to give Christopher a quick hug. "I just got off the phone with you. How are you here?"

"A, that was a couple hours ago." Eddie nudged the front door closed with his foot. "B, planes exist."

Christopher looked up at Buck. "You were so loud, we could hear you from the Uber."

From the corner of his eye, Buck caught Bobby ducking his head with his shoulders hunching up. "That was Bobby's fault."

"Were you two playing a game?" Christopher pressed.

Eddie stepped past them. "A very one sided game."

"Thanks for ratting me out by the way," Buck sassed.

Eddie turned to him. "You said don't call Bobby. Never said anything about text."

One of Bobby's hands balled into a fist before he held it up to Eddie.

The paramedic bumped it with a fist of his own, both wearing matching grins.

Even Christopher was giggling at the unimpressed blonde.

Buck pulled away. "So how long are you two here for?"

"Just a couple days," Eddie admitted. "Christopher has Monday off from school so we made a weekend getaway to visit some family."

"Sorry I don't have anything prepared." Buck crossed his arms. "I wasn't aware you were coming."

Eddie shrugged. "Kind of the point of a surprise."

Buck glared at him.

Before the two could go any further, Bobby stood. "I know you two just got here, but dinner's still going on at our place if you want to join. If not, there's a couple extra plates of food in the fridge."

Buck's eyes widened. "You knew they were coming?"

"Why do you think I brought three plates?"

"You didn't tell me you made three."

Bobby took a few steps closer to pat his shoulder. "Because you were asleep when I got here."

Christopher moved forward next. "Can we go Dad?"

"You feel up to it?"

"Yeah. That sounds like fun."

Eddie smiled. "I'll drop off our bags upstairs, then we can go."

As Eddie took off, Bobby turned to the teen. "Danny's there. So is Mara and Jee."

"Sweet!"

Bobby then eyed Buck next.

However, he was too busy glaring holes into the back of a certain paramedic's head as he went up the stairs.

So Bobby pinched his side to get his attention. "Hey."

With a squeak and a jerk, the blonde swiveled back to the fire captain.

"Go get your shoes on."

Buck's eyebrows furrowed together.

Bobby gave him a look. "We're not leaving you behind. Go put on some shoes."

A small smile pulled up the corners of the blonde's mouth.

"Preferably something comfortable," Bobby continued. "You know you're going to be running around all night."

Immediately, Buck wrapped the fire captain in a hug.

And Bobby eagerly returned it.

"Thanks for watching out for me," the younger added.

"You'd do the same for me kid." Bobby then gently pushed him back. "Now go get your shoes."

With that Buck disappeared upstairs, leaving Christopher and Bobby standing in the living room.

Christopher turned to the fire captain. "Bobby?"

"Yes Chris?"

"What were you doing to Buck?"

Bobby's mouth quirked up in a small half smile. "Just showing him what he's worth."

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I'm seeing so many of these and yes, 100% ❤️

the only thing i would accept other than buddie roommates is buck and athena roommates

buck, a fully grown 32 (?) year old, moving in with his mother figure, athena who thought she had an empty nest having to deal with that kid

and it turns out to be really cute because actually athena, in a unpredictable and probably grief fueled manner, loves being mother hen to her buckaroo and buck revels in that motherly love

buck cooks for athena which helps her heal that bobby shaped hole in her heart, athena looks after buck and packs him a healthy breakfast for work which just makes buck cry on the inside, they talk about bobby when no one else will talk about him and share fond memories

and she is genuinely concerned when buck doesn’t come home at night because he spends so much time at eddie’s place (she clocks their situation really, really fast and ends up being a massive catalyst for buddie to finally get it together and is a bit sad when buck moves back in with eddie)

the cuteness is just elevated like tenfold when buck babysits jee at their place and athena, in addition to getting to be a mother hen, also loves to be a grandmother hen - they color together and bake together, just the three of them, and athena loves her jee cuddles almost as much as buck

even when buck moves back in with eddie and chris, they make it a point to have at least one night per week just the two of them, athena and buckaroo, it’s almost like they can feel bobby’s spirit wrap itself around them when they’re together and it really heals something in both of them

(plus they genuinely love each other, buck adores the stories athena tells him from her days as a rookie and athena thinks buck is a lot smarter than people give him credit for)

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Bugging Bathena

Summary: When Buck's in a mood, he bugs Bathena ❤️ :)

(Okay, @mysunshinebuck and I were talking about this and wanted to share it with you guys ❤️ :) Hope you enjoy! ❤️😁)

"Buck."

"What? I'm not doing anything."

Athena set down the dish she was drying and crossed her arms. "You've been bugging me for 20 minutes."

"I haven't been bugging you," Buck defended.

"You've been talking non-stop the entire time."

"Oh, so I can't even talk now?"

"Watch your tone."

"Hard to watch something I can't see."

Athena arched one eyebrow up.

Buck held up his hands. "You said it."

Athena started moving around the counter.

The younger didn't say anything. He just watched her as she got closer to him.

Meanwhile, Athena studied his face. She must have seen something because she softened.

A moment later, the police sergeant wrapped Buck in a hug that the taller firefighter immediately returned.

"You okay?" Athena asked.

"I'm fine," Buck admitted while resting his chin on the top of her head.

A small smile tugged up the police sergeant's mouth. "Having a rough day?"

Buck shook his head before burying his face into her hair.

"You want to talk about it?"

"No."

Athena deadpanned. Buck wanted the attention, but wouldn't tell her why he wanted the attention.

"You know I'm hear if you want to talk," the police sergeant reminded him.

"Mh-hm."

Athena pulled her head back so she could look up at him. "Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Buckley."

"Thena."

"Buckaroo."

"Ma'am?"

Athena glared at him.

Buck gave her a little smirk. "Just being respectful."

With a sigh, Athena grabbed Buck's wrist and tugged the younger firefighter to the living room. "Bobby."

The mentioned fire captain looked up from where he was working on his computer. He lowered his chin so he could see her over his glasses.

With a gentle shove, Athena pushed Buck toward the couch. "Your son needs attention."

"Oh?" Bobby plucked off his glasses and plopped them on the coffee table. "So he's my son when he wants attention."

"I'm standing right here," Buck reminded.

Athena pushed him down on the couch by his shoulder. "Go see Bobby."

Buck pushed himself up into a sitting position, giving the police sergeant a glare as she started to head back into the kitchen.

"Aw." Bobby played along by scooting closer and wrapping Buck in a bear hug. "C'mere kid."

"Bobby," Buck whined. "I'm not a child."

"Oh?" Two hands came to rest on the blonde's sides. "Then when do you laugh like one?"

Immediately, Buck's eyes went wide. He knew that tone.

Then Bobby's hands started squeezing.

Buck jumped back into the older man''s chest. "Noho! Bobbyhy!"

"What Buck?"

Lehet mehe goho!"

Bobby pinched at Buck's hip. "Why?"

The blonde firefighter squeaked, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Nohot thihis gahame agahain!"

Bobby went for the other hip. "What game?"

"AH!" Buck turned and buried his face into the top of the couch.

In response, the older man tugged him out of hiding. "Get back out here."

The blonde firefighter jumped again when one of Bobby's hands jumped up to his ribs.

This time, his elbow hit Bobby's stomach.

The older man paused his attack with a grunt. He went back to just hugging the younger while he caught his breath.

Meanwhile, Buck descended into light giggles.

Finally, Bobby lifted his head. "Watch where you swing those things."

"Thahat's yohour fauhault."

"How is it my fault?"

"You wehere tickling mehe!"

Bobby immediately dug a hand into Buck's stomach. "Were?"

Buck cackled and squirmed forward to escape the hold, but Bobby kept him pinned.

"Bobbyhy!" Buck whined through his laughter.

"What Buck?"

The younger squirmed himself backwards again. "Lehet mehe goho!"

Bobby attacked Buck's lower stomach. "Why?"

Buck kicked and squirmed into the back of the couch again. "NOHO!"

Bobby went up to his ribs again. "No what Buck?"

A squeal erupted from the younger and he squirmed into a ball before going still, his face burying into the top of the couch again.

Finally, Athena came back out of the kitchen. "Finished the dishes."

"Almost finished with this one," Bobby replied while pulling his hand away from Buck's ribs.

The younger stayed hidden in the couch, giggles still filling the room.

"Buck," Athena called.

"Whahat?" Came the muffled whine in response.

The police sergeant moved closer to the couch back. "Watch your tone."

Buck lifted his head enough to address her. "Again, can't watch something I can't seEE!"

Bobby's attack on his sides had him hiding again.

"Are you done now?" Athena asked him as she leaned against the back of the couch.

A slight shift had Bobby's hand back at his ribs.

Buck immediately jumped out of hiding. "YES! Yehes Ihi'm dohone!"

"Done with what?" Bobby asked, hand poised over the sensitive spot.

Buck tried to shift away, but not going anywhere because of the couch back. "Wihith my attihituhude!"

The older man finally pulled his hand away. "Better be."

The younger immediately sagged into the couch.

In response, Bobby ruffled his curls and pushed him up. "Go finish your chores and leave Athena alone."

Instead of getting up, Buck turned to glare at Bobby.

Immediately, Bobby started to move forward, hand aiming for Buck's ribs again.

The younger bolted. "Alright, ahalrihight! Ihi'm going!"

"Always here to talk if you change your mind," Athena reminded as Buck headed to the stairs.

"I know," Buck replied while snatching up an empty laundry basket sitting at the foot of the stairs.

After the younger disappeared up out of sight, Athena turned back to Bobby.

Bobby pointed at the now empty stairs. "That is your son."

"Yes, because my son does his chores," his wife shot back.

Immediately, Bobby's face dropped into a deadpan.

Athena pushed away from the back of the couch. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take care of a few more things in the kitchen."

As she stepped away, Bobby snatched up his glasses from the coffee table and turned back to his laptop to finish his work.

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Hello!

I did have to delete one fic that was posted ❤️ The requester did not do anything wrong; however, I did not realize they were a minor when they requested the fic ❤️

Thank you for understanding ❤️ :)

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yes I requested the last fic I love how you characterize Peter 3 and him being unwilling to open up just yet and Harry reassuring him it’s very heartwarming

I'm glad you enjoyed it Anon ❤️ :) I had a great time writing it ❤️ :)

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love the last fic you wrote I requested that prompt tysm!

I'm assuming this is for the Spider-Man fic with Harry? ❤️ :) So glad you enjoyed Anon! ❤️ :)

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Yes that recent episode of 9-1-1 was crazyyy :( I'm always down to chat about anything 9-1-1!!! I have a lot of thoughts but also have been trying to just ignore it lol. In part by only reading fluff to feel better about it

Same ❤️ Like I can kinda understand why they did it, but at the same time . . . Why did it have to go that way? 💔

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This isn't a tickle ask but . . .

Has anyone watched the newest episode of 9-1-1?? I need to talk with someone about what I just saw 💔

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hiii I loved your Hawthorne brothers sickfic. can you write another one where Grayson gets sick at the foundation?

I would absolutely love to Anon, but I'm trying to keep those fics to my second accoun ❤️ :)

This just helps me keep the two separate ❤️ :) Thank you in advance! ❤️ :)

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can I request lee!Harry and ler!Peter 2 and 3 where Peter 2 is introducing Harry to Peter 3 and he’s kinda nervous because of his experience with his universe Harry and Peter 2 shows him that Harry is harmless (sorry if this is confusing)

One Step Closer

Summary: See promot above :)

(Not confusing Anon ❤️ Hope you enjoy, and sorry it took so long to write ❤️ :))

"What if he doesn't like me?"

Two turned to the middle Peter as they walked up to the door. "He will."

Three continued. "What if he thinks I'm annoying o-or thinks I look funny?"

"He won't think either of those things."

"But what if he---?"

Peter 2 paused long enough to turn to his brother. "Pete, he won't."

"You don't know that."

"I do."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know him."

With that, the eldest rang the bell. There was no turning back once that door opened. No more wondering how both sides felt, no more chances to prep for the best first impression, no more chances to reschedule. It was all or nothing.

Three's head snapped up when the front door opened.

Out stepped an older man. His brown hair was thinner than in the pictures Peter 2 had showed and pronounced crows feet appeared when he smiled. However, there was no denying that same bright smile and warm brown eyes.

Peter 2 wrapped the man in a hug. "Good to see you Har."

Harry eagerly returned the hug. "Good to see you too Pete."

After a good squeeze, Two pulled away so he could turn. "Harry, this is my interdemensional brother Peter 3."

Harry held out his hand. "Nice to meet you Peter 3."

Three tried to hide his nerves behind a big smile while he firmly shook Harry's head. "Nice to meet you too."

After the handshake, the younger Osborn poked his head around the porch. "Thought you said you had two little brothers now."

"I do, but One can't make it. He's got a shift and a test to study for."

Harry sucked in a breath while he held open the door. "That brings back some memories that I do not miss."

A moment later, Two stepped across the threshold. "Me neither."

With a chuckle, Harry turned to Peter 3.

Peter 3 felt his nerves heighten. He forced his nervous grin wider.

The younger Osborn motioned him forward. "Come on in. Don't be shy."

"I'm not shy," Peter 3 quickly replied while practically bolting past the older man.

The genuine smile on Harry's face faltered a bit at the younger Peter's nervous actions. A wrinkle appeared in the middle of his forehead before it quickly smoothed back. His jaw tightened a bit before going back to a relaxed state.

In response, Harry clapped Peter 3 on the back, ignoring the flinch from the younger man. "Peter---my Peter---has raved about you."

"Really?"

Three had to personally wince at the high-pitched tone that came out of his mouth.

He had to clear his throat before he could try again, "Really?"

"Uh . . . Y-yeah. He says you're great."

"That's great. He's told me a lot about you too. We already have so much in common."

That made the younger Osborn chuckle. Some of the tension in his shoulders melting away. "I'm sure we'll find more along the way."

"Oh yeah, totally."

"Come on." Harry tugged him toward the living room. "Tell me more about yourself."

"What do you want to know?"

"What do you for work?"

"I work as a scientist in Osborn industries in my universe."

That made Harry's head perk up. "Who runs it? Norman or Harry?"

Images of his own Harry popped into Peter 3's own mind. His smile and his gaze fell.

Meanwhile, Harry shared a glance with his own Peter. Had he said something wrong?

Peter 2 gave him a sympathetic look, shaking his head in the process.

With a nod in response, Harry turned his attention back on the younger Parker. "So how did you three meet?"

"That's an interesting story," replied Two.

Three chuckled, slowly making his way back into the conversation with nerves still lingering. "That it is."

Harry took a seat in one of the chairs of his living room, leaving the spot next to Two on the couch open. "Tell me about it."

At first, Two started the story. Occasionally he would turn to Three for confirmation of facts or for parts he couldn't remember.

Meanwhile, the younger Peter sat next to his older counterpart. He balanced on the edge of the cushion, never fully leaning back and never fully relaxing. He just seemed so nervous and on edge.

Harry tried to give him some time, focusing on jumping in with comments about the story his best friend was retelling instead.

One comment made him jolt forward. "You got stabbed?"

Two bashfully chuckled, rubbing a certain spot on his torso. "Yeheah. It wasn't fun."

"Ya think?"

Three let a muffled huff.

The elder Peter dug his elbow into the younger's side. "Quiet you."

Peter 3 grinned, freely chuckling this time.

Harry chuckled as well. However, he still looked at his friend with concern. "You sure you're okay? Should we have Otto check you out again?"

"It was months ago," assured Two. "I'm okay now."

"Wish I could have been there."

Peter 2 patted his best friend's knee. "You're here now. That's what matters."

As the two chatted, Peter 3 studied them both. They seemed so relaxed and chill. Yet, there was some underlying nerves in the older Harry. He felt nervous just like Peter 3 did. Not upset or angry that he was here.

Three felt his shoulders relax even more. He wasn't completely sold, but he was more comfortable.

"You know, Three here thought you were going to take his head off."

Jolting up, the younger Parker stared at his older counterpart. "I did not!"

Peter 2 gave him a smirk. "You were nervous enough for it."

"You know why," grumbled out the middle Peter.

"Ihi knohow. I knohow."

In response, Harry barked out a laugh. "Another inside joke I should know about?"

Three's face fell.

The younger Osborn's eyes went wide. "I'm sorry. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

All Peter 3 could do was give him a jerk of a nod. No matter how much time would pass, it was still so hard to open up about it.

A nudge brought Three back to the duo next to him.

Two gave his younger counterpart a wink. "You know he's completely harmless, right?"

"I mean . . . I guess," replied Three as his eyebrows furrowed together.

"He is." Two scooted closer to Harry. "Just watch."

Before either Harry or Three could ask what he meant, Two's hand squeezed his best friend's knee.

Harry jolted. Several strangled sounds left his mouth as Peter continued attacking his knee.

At first, Peter 3 almost thought the younger Osborn was in pain. Atleast, until he caught sight of the grin on his face.

The younger Osborn finally got one of his hands coordinated enough to shove Two's hand back.

"See? Completely harmless."

Three had to lightly snicker at the kick Harry gave Peter 2. They were just as bad as he and One.

Then Peter 2 moved his attack up to Harry's thighs.

The younger Osborn yanked himself to the opposite side of his chair, smacking Two's hands in the process. "Knohock ihit ohoff."

Two kept going. "Make me."

Harry curled into the arm of the chair. However, Peter 2 was quick to follow, jumping up to spider along his sides.

"Peter!"

"Yeah?"

A snort interrupted Harry's comeback.

"Wow." The older Peter's hands moved down to the younger Osborn's hips. "Thanks for sharing that with the room."

Three's shoulders hunched forward from the laughter he was trying to repress. He didn't want to annoy them any longer.

Meanwhile, Harry was desperately trying to glare at his best friend while cackling his head off.

"Don't get mad at me because your hips are so easy to attack."

"IHI'M GOING TOHO KILL YOHOU!"

"I'm quaking in my boots."

Peter 3 turned his head away. "Pfft!"

"Hey Three."

The younger jerked his head up. "Hm?"

Two nodded to Harry. "Come here."

"What?"

"Come here."

"Uh." Peter 3 slowly stood and made his way over. "Okay."

Three had no idea what the eldest was planning, but he was very curious. Once he was close enough, he caught the smirk the eldest was giving him.

"Watch this," explained Two.

The next sound to leave Harry's mouth sounded like a strangled shriek because two hands decided his ribs needed to be played like a piano. Stupid Peter Parker and his nimble fingers.

"His ribs are almost as sensitive as yours," teased Two.

"Hey," Three straight up whined before clamping his mouth shut again.

The eldest shrugged. "Just making an observation."

"PETEHER!"

Peter 2 paused his hands. "What?"

In reply, the younger Osborn sank into the chair he was sitting in, catching his breath through his residual giggles.

"What do you want Harry?" Two teased while he pinched two ribs. "You have our attention."

Harry jolted, grabbing his best friend's wrists. "NOHO! Dohon't yohou dahare!"

Peter 2 was freely chuckling with his friend. He grinned up at his younger counterpart. "Want to help me out?"

Immediately, Three held up his hands and took a step back. "I don't want to intrude."

Two opened his mouth to respond, but Harry beat him to it. "Yohou're fihine Threhee."

The younger Peter's eyebrows shot up.

"I'm seriohous," assured Harry with a smile. "I mahay complahain, but I don't cahare."

"But Two's your friend."

"So are you," Harry pointed out.

Three still seemed hesitant to join.

"Don't have to, but don't feel like you have to sit on the side lines either."

Meanwhile, Two gave his younger counterpart an 'I told you so' look.

The smile pulled from Three was a little bigger this time, but not fully relaxed into the genuine grin it could be.

Then Peter 2's fingers wormed into Harry's armpits. "This spot's always a good one."

The younger Osborn jumped before sliding down the chair to the floor.

Two followed. "Hey! Get back here!"

"Noho!"

Three squatted down a second later. "Don't let him get away."

"Don't worry. He won't get far."

Harry snorted in response, trying to roll onto his side.

Then Peter 2 dug his thumbs into the middle of his friend's armpits. It caused Harry to freeze with an ear splitting shriek.

"See? No going anywhere."

Three grinned and shifted so his hands were on the floor.

A moment later, Peter 2 finally gave his friend a chance to catch his breath.

Harry sank into the floor, catching his breath through his residual giggles.

The eldest Peter moved to sit next to him. "Sensitive."

Harry kicked at his best friend. "Soho ahare yohou!"

Suddenly, Peter lunged for his sides again.

Harry squirmed the other way while pushing Peter's wrists back.

Meanwhile, Three watched the two while shaking his head. Then, without thinking, he snatched up Harry's wrists in his hands. "No Two, like thi---."

Peter 3 froze. He hadn't meant to get involved. He was just supposed to be an observer.

He waited for the ball to drop. For Harry to yank his hands back and demand what he was doing. He waited for Two to reach over and place a hand on his arm to let him know he'd taken it too far.

But that ball never dropped.

Instead, Two gave him the same smirk he gave when Peter One was the one on the floor between them and immediately dug back in to Harry's ribs with a tossed out, "Why thank you Three. I never would have thought of that."

The younger Parker stared. He was so distracted that Harry almost got his wrists back. In fact, the middle Peter had to scramble to get them pinned back above the younger Osborn's head.

The grin on Two's face grew as he continued his attack. "Want to help me make him jump?"

Three hesitated. "I guess."

"He's not going to care Three."

". . . I don't want to over do it."

Two gave his younger brother a sympathetic look and sigh before pausing his attack. "Hey Har."

The taller man parted his elbows. "Yeheah?"

"Do you care if he joins?"

"Ahagahain, noho." Harry relaxed even further. "You didn't even ahask befohore yohou attacked me thehe fihirst time."

"This is true," replied Two with a grin. "As soon as I found out, I attacked. It was payback for all the times you just decided to get me."

"Ihi knohow. I cheered you ohon whehen yohou finally got the guts toho do ihit."

By now, Peter Two's face was a lovely shade of pink. "I thought you would kill me if I did."

Three felt Harry shift. Then looked to see one of the younger Osborn's fingers pointed right at him along with a matching grin.

Then came the reply, "Just like him."

"Pfft!" Three had to hide his face in his shoulder.

"Laught it up Fuzzball," Two playfully sassed. "Now are you going to help me get him or not?"

"Or we could gehet yohou," teased Harry.

The eldest Peter dug into Harry's armpits again, making the younger Osborn squeal and smack his elbows back together.

By now, the temptation had reached a heightened level. And Harry had said he didn't mind so . . .

With a bit of hesitation, Peter 3 poked the younger Osborn's ribs. There wasn't a retaliation. There wasn't a demanded what are you doing being shoved in his face. There wasn't any of that.

Granted, it was probably hard for Harry to retaliate when he was currently cackling his head from Two's attack.

The taller Peter didn't want to over do it so he waited until Two had 'mercy' on his friend and went for his neck before he gently poked around his ribs.

The response was downright hysterical.

With each poke, Harry jerked to the other side while turtling into his shoulders and hiding behind his elbows.

Three tried not break out into his own laughter, but it was hard when watching an Osborn laugh and squirm beneath you.

"See?" Peter 2 paused his attack. "Told you he wouldn't care."

Even in his residual giggle state, Harry lifted one of his elbows. "I doho cahare about yohou twoho."

"Not what I'm talking about Har."

Three gave a genuine smile that finally reached his eyes. He looked genuinely happy with no hesitation holding anything back.

"Cohourse hehe's happy ahat myhy expensehe," teased Harry.

The middle Peter's eyes went wide. "No!"

"Ihim teheasing," the younger Osborn assured while pushing himself up. "Ihim teasihing."

A moment later, Three turtled into his shoulders again. Nervousness appeared on his face as he looked between the two.

Genuine concern furrowed Harry's eyebrows. "You okay?"

Immediately, Peter 3 wrapped him in a hug.

Harry quickly returned it with one of his own.

". . . It's good to see you again Harry," the tallest Peter quietly spoke.

"Three?" Harry gently pulled back. "What happened to him?"

The middle Peter quickly looked away.

"Hey, it's okay. We don't have to talk about it. I'm just curious."

"I know I'll tell you one day." Three lifted his head, showing the pain in his eyes. "But I just can't right now."

"I get it." Harry squeezed his shoulder. "We'll file it away for another time."

The middle Peter relaxed. His shoulders dropped and his arms wrapped back around the older man. Another little part of his heart healed back into place. He wasn't whole yet, but he was one step closer.

One step closer.

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i mean even if Norman did get his act entirely together that sort of damage is something that doesn’t really ever leave a person.

This is very true ❤️ I would like for them to make up, but I don't know for certain if it would work out ❤️ That would be between Norman and Harry ❤️

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yes! like what the other anon said when these problems come up because of his past and his Dad I feel like Harry would feel guilty bringing it up to Norman.

And I'm sure Norman feels guilt too over what happened too ❤️ It would be a bit to work through in the beginning, and I mean a LOT to work through, but I like to think they can rebuild their relationship stronger this time ❤️ :)

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Oh my goodness!! The ravi fic! I LOVE IT!!!!! Thank you so much , you wrote exactly what i pictured in my mind 🥹🥹

You're welcome Anon ❤️ :) Glad you enjoyed it ❤️ :)

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I imagine the situation isn’t improved by the fact a lot of these habits were caused by Norman and he doesn’t want to feel like he’s harming the peace or the good relationships any of them have with him.

That definitely puts a strain on the relationships he has, and on him too ❤️