Prompt: "I'm calling it, he's going to die." + BixLu
Called It
Lucy returned with the bowl of chips and set it down on her lap after tucking herself in against her boyfriend's side. Bickslow merely rolled his eyes as Lucy got herself comfortable. "Are you done now? Or do you want to elbow me some more?" She may be comfortable, but he certainly wasn't.
"Yep. I'm done," she replied, reaching into the bowl for a handful of the chips.
He refrained from rolling his eyes again as he finally reached for the remote. "So does that mean I can start it now?" He'd only been waiting for the last hour to finally start watching his show.
First it had been Lucy putting their son to bed, and then she'd wanted to go and have a shower and put her pyjamas on, and then she'd wanted to get a snack. And Bickslow? Bickslow had just been sitting on the lounge and waiting, because he hadn't really had anything else to do. He would've just started the show on his own, he'd been that excited to finally watch it (everyone had been raving about it for the last five years and Bickslow had started feeling like he was the only one who wasn't watching the fantasy drama), but he knew Lucy would've been mad if he'd done that.
So, he'd waited. Now though, if Lucy wasn't ready to watch it, he was probably just going to give up and go to bed.
"Yes, please! Hurry up. Press play!"
He finally pressed play on the remote and the episode finally began playing. Ten minutes in, Bickslow was already addicted and almost tempted to push Lucy off of him so he could go and sit on the floor right in front of the T.V., but he behaved and put up with being a human pillow.
A familiar face appeared in the episode, and Bickslow quickly pressed pause to point to the screen with a still image of the character, and then said to Lucy, "I'm calling it. He's going to die."
Lucy scoffed at him. "What? No he's not. What makes you say that?"
"Because he dies in literally everything he's in." Bickslow wasn't even sure he'd seen anything with that particular actor in it where his character had actually been alive at the end. The dude was just good at dying it seemed. "I bet you, he's dead by the end of the season."
"He won't be," Lucy insisted. "But fine, you're on. You owe me a full day off if he's still alive, though."
Bickslow grinned. "Deal."
Two weeks later, Lucy was left staring at the screen miserably as the ninth episode played. Behind her, Bickslow was cackling and rolling around on the lounge. "I fucking told you!"
Lucy could only scowl as she reached for the pillow she'd been hugging to her chest and leaning on, and threw it back towards his face. "Shut up."
The show was totally Game of Thrones, for those who guessed it. Reviews are always appreciated, too!