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justa-fangirl · 7 years

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"I'm not wearing that!"

Thanks, Anon! Sorry it’s like a day late, I didn’t get your ask until it was too late for me to write last night.

Also, this ended up being 1657 words. What the actual fuck?

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak

Summary: Richie and Eddie make a bet.

TIme period is reader’s choice. Could be 60s, 90s or beyond. Whatever floats your…nevermind. I don’t like that metaphor anymore.

It was only a matter of time before Richie and Eddie’s cruel and friendly banter devolved into cruel and friendly bets. They were weirdly competitive around each other, and loved to show each other up and see the other humiliated. In fact, they probably would have bet on absolutely everything from sunup to sundown and beyond – if only Richie weren’t such a shameless cheater.

He was always miraculously winning their bets thanks to little loopholes which no normal person would think to exploit, and Eddie swiftly learnt that they should set down very specific rules before he accepted a bet.

But sometimes he was so swept up in the moment and wiping the smug smirk off Richie’s face that he would forget. And he usually paid for it dearly.

Today was one of those days.

They were on their way to Bill’s house one afternoon in late September, and Richie stopped as the Denbrough residence finally appeared in the distance.

‘I bet I can beat you to Bill’s house,’ he said casually.

‘What do you get if you win?’ Eddie asked, the question coming automatically as part of this new routine.

‘You have to dress up as whatever I want for Halloween.’

The answer came so fast that Eddie knew Richie had had it prepared. Usually their rewards were spur of the moment ideas, but the gleam in Richie’s eyes made it clear he really wanted this. What horrible idea was he cooking in that brain of his…

‘What do I get if I win?’ Eddie asked, hesitantly. He was already sure he didn’t want to accept, humiliation be damned. Richie would tease him for turning down a good bet, but some things just weren’t worth the risk.

‘I have to dress up as whatever you want for Halloween.’

Eddie laughed, but as he mulled it over he realised that didn’t sound too bad, not bad at all. He may not have a master plan in the back of his mind like Richie obviously did, but it was a whole month till Halloween and Eddie was sure he could think of something suitably humiliating to shut Richie up once and for all. He knew Richie was planning to have a Halloween party at his house with other kids from school – if he had to host dressed up in some ludicrous costume of Eddie’s choosing, everyone would know once and for all that Eddie was the master of their little bets.

It turned out some things were just too good to pass up. And in his excitement, Eddie forgot to ask for a clear set of rules.

‘Okay,’ he said, sticking out his hand.

Richie shook it, and then pushed Eddie hard into someone’s garden bush, instantly dashing off towards Bill’s house with a wicked cackle. He made it to Bill’s front door while Eddie was still trying to disentangle himself from the prickly branches and twigs that had scratched him raw.

The Losers were most unsympathetic.

‘It’s not funny,’ Eddie insisted, as everyone laughed at him.

‘When are you going to learn?’ Bill asked.

‘I have learnt! I just…forget sometimes…’

‘But just yesterday he bet you couldn’t beat him in a thumb war, and then he kicked you in the shin and slammed your thumb down while you were distracted in pain,’ Mike reminded him. ‘And I think I remember you saying you weren’t going to play these dumb games with him anymore if he kept cheating like that.’

Eddie opened his mouth to defend himself but Stan piped up.

‘I liked the one where you bet Richie couldn’t make you jump, and then he didn’t do anything for five days because you hadn’t specifically said what the deadline was for the bet.’

‘That wasn’t funny!’ Eddie snapped. ‘I was scared shitless that whole week!’

‘I know, it was hilarious.’

Halloween arrived, and with it Eddie felt a sense of dread, like the world might actually be ending.

He walked up the Toziers’ front steps like a man condemned, and knocked listlessly on the front door.

Richie flung it open as if he’d been waiting on the other side. He may well have been - Eddie knew he’d been as thrilled for this day to come as Eddie had been dreading it. Richie was never any good at keeping secrets, and it looked like it had been physically paining him to keep Eddie’s costume to himself the past few weeks.

Well, now the big day had finally arrived. At least it would be over soon, and then Eddie could asses the damage and decide just how far away he needed to move so he never had to see anyone from school ever again.

Eddie finally managed to drift back to life through his morbid thoughts, and finally took in Richie’s appearance. He was dressed very smart, in a nice jacket and bowtie, with his slacks neatly pressed. He looked more put together than Eddie had probably ever seen him.

He was also beaming with such a wide smile Eddie, in his dark and sour mood, was almost blinded.

‘Buddy Holly,’ he acknowledged, begrudgingly impressed.

‘The one and only!’ Richie agreed, dragging Eddie inside his front hallway. ‘And you, my friend, are all I need to make the look complete!’

‘What are you talking about?’ Eddie sighed, defeatedly.

Richie picked up a long piece of strangely-shaped cardboard that had been propped against the wall. Actually, it was two pieces of cardboard, Eddie noticed as they flapped together, connected loosely at the top by two strips of duct tape. And then Richie flipped the cardboard, turning it inside out, and presented it proudly for Eddie’s inspection and admiration. And Eddie realised it was only plain cardboard on the inside. On the outside, it was beautifully painted to look like a shiny Fender Strat.

‘Bill made that, didn’t he,’ Eddie said.

‘He only cut and painted it,’ said Richie, blithely. ‘I did most of the work: finding the cardboard, putting the duct tape on, all that stuff.’

‘Uh-huh,’ Eddie nodded. ‘I’m not wearing that.’

‘What?!’ Richie exclaimed, looking scandalised. He looked down at the cardboard guitar as if he couldn’t imagine why anyone would turn it down. ‘Why don’t you want to wear it?’

‘I don’t know. I just know this is a trap of some kind.’

Richie clutched the hand-made sandwich-board fixing Eddie with a calculating look, and Eddie just crossed his arms and stared back.

And then Richie was lunging at him, trying to get a grip on Eddie and slip the sandwich-board over his head. Eddie kicked and fought to get out of Richie’s hold, whipping his head around so Richie couldn’t get the makeshift sandwich board over his head.

‘Eddie! Careful! You’re gonna break it! I worked really hard on this!’

For some unknown reason—some treacherous sense of common decency—Eddie stopped struggling. He could tell Richie really did care about this stupid guitar thing, and he knew he’d feel guilty if he accidentally broke the cardboard and ruined all Richie’s hard work when he was so close to seeing his plans come to life. They may not be nice plans, and they may spell nothing good for Eddie Kaspbrak, but somehow Eddie still couldn’t bring himself to crush Richie’s dreams. So he decided to humour him for now, and let Richie slip the cardboard over his head. The strips of duct tape sat on his shoulders, so the front side of the Fender was draped down over Eddie’s chest, while the side that was painted liked the shiny back of the guitar hung behind him. The head of the guitar sat under Eddie’s chin, and the neck ran down to his waist, with the body ending around his thighs. Richie gave him a critical once over, and added some duct tape around the sides so the two halves didn’t flap around and sway too much if Eddie moved.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest again, careful not to crush the narrow neck of the cardboard Fender, and glared at Richie as best he could while feeling so completely compromised.

Richie was looking at him, his magnified eyes almost as big as flashlights, and just as bright. ‘It’s perfect!’ he sighed, dreamily.

‘What are you up to, Richie? I know this can’t be as innocent as it seems.’

Suddenly, Eddie found himself being spun round and pushed sideways, and he screamed as he clutched blindly at whatever he could grab onto as he fell to the ground.

But he wasn’t falling. He seemed to be dangling at an angle, held up by an awkward grip on his shoulder and hip.

He opened his eyes to find himself looking up at Richie Tozier, who was smiling down at him with a smile so benevolent Eddie couldn’t help but distrust it. Eddie’s arms were wrapped around Richie’s neck and he withdrew them quickly to cross them over his chest again when he realised suddenly that Richie was dipping him, like they were at a cheesy dance or something.

‘I don’t want any part of whatever this is,’ he said, hoping he sounded threatening. But he didn’t think so from the way Richie’s eyes continued to sparkle.

‘Well, too bad for you,’ said Richie. ‘Because tonight there’ll be nooooo heeesitatin’, oh boy!’ he sang loudly right into Eddie’s ear, strumming the fake strings painted across the cardboard at Eddie’s waist.

‘Oh boy…’ Eddie echoed, smiling through his returning sense of dread.

So he was just here to get manhandled by Richie all night long, was that it? And yes, sure enough, Richie was suddenly picking him up bodily off the floor to try holding him like a proper guitar.

‘Damn, this might not work! You’re heavier than you look, Eds!’

Well, it was going to be a long night, but Eddie decided to count himself lucky. He knew it could have been a lot worse.

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belovedplank · 5 years

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GOTHAM - JIM/HARVEY (GORDLOCK) PLOTBUNNIES

Pretend Couple – had to pretend to be a couple for a case, A mutual pining – both clients think the other will never feel the same, and so this is torture. Bonus if there is some set up by a colleague (Lucius? Lee? Essen? Or even one/a group of the cops that vehemently dislike Jim but are SICK of the UST and/or the sight of a pining Harvey)

Harvey gets sent away on a month long exchange with FBI. Jim is jealous and is a bit stand-offish when Harvey tries to keep in touch via text, and rejects a few calls when Harvey first leaves. However, he starts missing Harvey and tries tentatively to re-instigate the texts, only for Harvey to be a bit less available. He's been taken under the wing of a few of the people he's met on the course (think JJ and Garcia from Criminal Minds) who had realised the heart of gold he hide under all his bluster, and set out to increase his self confidence – helping him get into an exercise routine that he could maintain upon his return to Gotham, overhauling his diet (but without changing him completely – he will always love his donuts!) and his wardrobe. The Garcia-wannabe had also works out (by looking at his phone – which was full of texts/calls with Jim, and a few photos of with Jim on his own, or Jim and Harvey (even a pic of Jim with Harvey at a Bullock family thing) Harvey's feelings for Jim and decides to overhaul his wardrobe too; working on his self-confidence at the same time. Harvey returns 4 weeks later, nearly two stone lighter, impressive suit – and a new hat! Jim is totally speechless when he first sees him. He'd never noticed how gorgeous Harvey was! Jim is jealous when Harvey's new look and newfound self-confidence means that their quality time at the bar is disrupted.

Something stupid happens/is said which ends up with Jim and/or Harvvey being proclaimed 'whipped'. Could either be established relationship, or the catalyst to them taking their friendship to the next level.

One of them is de-aged (maybe due to something from Indian Hill?) and the other has to look after baby/child them. It takes that for them to realise just HOW MUCH the other loves them.

I've read several fics where Harvey sings/plays guitar, but I would love to read a creative!Jim fic, and Harvey finding out is what brings them together. For example, Jim is an artist, and Harvey finds a sketchbook full of pictures of him OR Jim plays the piano - or even some rather obscure instrument?

Established Relationship - they forget where they are and PDA (likely somewhere at the station, or maybe at the Bar - forgetting they're surrounding by colleagues!) Basically, involving a sweet and fluffy PDA which means they've kinda accidentally come out to someone (you can choose who!)

#fic #fanfic #fanfiction #plotbunny #plotbunnies #challenge #slash #gotham #jim/harvey #gordlock

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