72 with Buck and Eddie from 9-1-1
Just picturing one of them getting stuck or tricking the other into getting trapped somehow and then launching an attack 😁
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72: “As soon as I get out of this I hope you know I’m going to murder you.”
Have you ever heard of the sweater curse? The one that says if you knit a sweater for your partner that you're doomed to break up? Evan Buckley certainly has, and managed to convince himself that he somehow started his own curse. The Couch Curse.
If Buck's partner moves in with a couch, it means they're doomed to break up, and he's doomed to another empty living room. Two times is a coincidence, but three times is a pattern, and Buck knows how to recognize a pattern.
That means that, despite Eddie offering multiple times to help him pick one out, Buck wouldn't even let Eddie near him the day he planned to pick out his new couch. Eddie feels different from anyone else Buck's ever been with. Buck couldn't lose him to The Couch Curse.
Eddie had initially thought the superstition was ridiculous, but now, trapped between the back of the couch and the top of the couch's fold-out mattress, he was starting to see the merits of The Couch Curse.
He couldn't be too mad about it, since he got to watch as Buck's face glowed red as he doubled over in laughter, but it didn't change the fact that he was stuck in the liminal space between couch and mattress, folded in an awkward half-sit position from where he fell through.
"Buck," Eddie tried for something stern, but his own smile seeped into his voice, "Buck, this is serious. Get me out."
Buck took a few shaky breaths, stray giggles slipping out as he stood upright, a shaky smile on his lips. "I-I'm sorry, Eddie, but how did you even get there?"
"I don't know! I was sitting on the mattress and then I wasn't, just get me out!"
"Okay, okay," Buck complied, moving towards the spot his boyfriend fell through. He cocked his head to one side in the way that a golden retriever would, in the way that always drives Eddie crazy. Deciding on a method of attack, Buck moved forward, hands finding Eddie's waist and pulling.
"Hey! Hehey no!" Eddie flinched out of Buck's hold, squirming at the sudden tickly feeling. Eddie blushed when he noticed Buck gaping, "oh, shut up. Don't do that."
"I'm just trying to get you out," Buck reasoned, "maybe it would be easier if you had some incentive?"
"Incentive? Wha-'' Eddie screeched when Buck's fingers returned, wiggling on purpose this time, teasingly exploring Eddie's sides and ribs. "Buhuck!"
"What? I'm just trying to save you from the dreaded Couch Curse," Buck laughed, "I'm trying to protect you!"
Eddie arched as best as he could when Buck's fingers roamed down to his hips, a spot Buck knows drives him crazy. Eddie's only option is trying to block his spots, unable to grab anything to hold on, barely able to reach up to try to block Buck's hands.
“Buhuck!," Eddie screamed between his desperate snorts and cackles, "whehen I get out of thihis- I’m go- I'm going to muhuhurder you!”
Buck smiled down at his boyfriend, red in the face and gasping between giggles, "I guess we'll just cross that bridge when we come to it."
