I've been loving the first few tickle asks that you did ❤️ They were all so good! The one with Eddie trapped in the couch had me grinning ❤️😁 And the older brother tickle threats with Nash and Dick were fantastic! ❤️ :)
If you've still got some writing steam left, maybe #88 with Buck and the team? ❤️ :)
Thank you!! I'm glad you've been enjoying! :) I live for cute sibling dynamics!
This one is set during the Gerard era, I love Bobby but this prompt just screamed Gerard-era 118 to me (annoyed, paranoid, and a teeny bit vindictive)
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88: “We don’t have time for such childish— hey! Stop it!”
Gerard stepping away from the station during a shift was a rarity. A much enjoyed and appreciated rarity, but, unfortunately, still a rarity.
He had stepped out only minutes ago to get "rations" for their "dinner". Also known as some sort of flavourless mush that maybe would consist of some sort of quinoa and the blandest vegetables he could find. Gerard didn't believe in things that tasted good. Or wasting time on cooking.
In the meantime, the 118 was tasked with cleaning the fire trucks until they shined in the dark, and had spent the entire day shining chrome with every cleaning product known to man. Once again, and unsurprisingly, Buck couldn't back down from an argument with Gerard, and it ended up with the entire team facing the consequences.
Buck put his foot in his mouth like it was his job, and the rest of the crew was, to put it mildly, absolutely pissed off.
"Guys, I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd force us to clean the trucks again," Buck sighed, tossing his rag into the nearby bucket of dirty water.
"Are you serious?" Eddie asked, standing up straight to look Buck up and down, "he's made you clean the toilet for ten days in a row, you didn't see this coming at all?"
"Well, maybe, but I didn't think-"
"That's the problem, Buck!" Hen shouted, dismounting from her position inside the ambulance, where she had spent much of the day taking gauze out and putting it back again, "you don't think!"
"I said I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"You know what, Buck?" Chimney was suddenly right behind him, voice coming directly from next to Buck's ear, "I actually think it's time to stop the blabbering. Don't you? I mean, it did get us into this mess to begin with."
"I didn't mean-"
"Do you hear that, Hen?" Chim asked, interrupting Buck and turning towards her, "I hear something. I think it's getting louder."
"Oh," Hen smiled deviously at Chim, sensing the playfulness in his voice, "I think I hear it, Chim."
"What? What are you guys talking about?" Buck asked, panic rising in his voice.
"I think it's the sound of some needed revenge," Chim's voice was suddenly as close as it could possibly be, and his fingers were suddenly all over, scratching maddening shapes into Buck's tummy and ribs. Buck reacted with a snort before clenching his teeth, stuck in Chim's backwards embrace.
"Hey- No!" Buck shouted, trying to double over in Chimney's arms, shoulders shaking with restrained laughter, “we don’t have time for such childish— hey! Stop it!”
Buck made an attempt to break from Chim's hold that only served to fail miserably. Muffled snorts and aborted giggles escaped sporadically as he squeezed his eyes shut to try to combat the feeling. Even his hands prying at Chimney's failed to provide him with any reprieve, Chimney's fingers working as if they were completely unhindered.
"Hey, how much tickling do you think is worth an entire day of cleaning the trucks?" Chim asked, looking towards Eddie and Hen.
"I mean," Eddie said, a lilt in his voice, "we have been doing this for hours."
Chimney hit that spot right under Buck's ribs and really dug in, and Buck's laughter finally poured out, loud and squeaky. "Guhuys, plehease! I sahaid I'm sohohorry!"
"Hmm, I think you're onto something, Eddie." Chimney's fingers dug into Buck's hips, and Buck shrieked, doubling over uselessly, going limp in Chimney's hold. "Afterall, I think we've heard enough of his yapping for one day. His laugh is much less annoying."
