Better Weird than Dead: An Eerie, Indiana Fic Fest

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(I was talking to Froodle and we decided this is totally necessary. I apologize for the craptastic banner)



What it is: A fest of Eerie Fic! Including Eerie, Indiana and Eerie, Indiana: The Other Dimension. Just comment with your prompts and write for any prompt that speaks to you. That easy!

Rules:

1) Only one prompt per comment, please, but feel free to comment as many times as you want
2) Prompts can be anything. Song lines, words, ideas, pictures; anything goes. Just no NSFW pics
2) Prompts can be filled an unlimited number of times
3) All ratings and genres allowed
4) Rate all stories in the subject line of the comment (i.e., Title of Story, Rating)
6) All pairings and gen fic allowed.
7) Have fun. No, really, it's a rule. It's required. If you aren't having fun the Garbage men will come for you.

Comments

[froodle]

Hot chocolate, with marshmallows and whipped cream.

Chocolates; Teen (there's some naughty language :P); Dash/Mars

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It's on his nose. There is whipped cream on Teller's nose and it is really hard not to stare at it and now he's licking the chocolate residue from his lips and...fuck. I shift my position on the couch, trying to discreetly cover my extremely obvious response to this obvious mating ritual with a throw pillow. Teller seems oblivious and merely focuses all of his attention on the mug of hot chocolate cupped in his hands, long, slim fingers intertwined as though he's clutching the heat to himself. My own cup sits forgotten on the coffee table, steam rising from it in little wisps that fade quickly into the nothingness of air.

"Your marshmallows are going to melt," Teller says, forcing me to look at him again. The whipped cream is still on his nose and for some reason my throat goes dry. He doesn't seem to notice my discomfort and merely gestures to my mug with his head. "Your marshmallows, they're going to melt and then you can't eat them in tiny sips."

I blink, trying to force my brain to just work, trying to make words come out of my mouth. But there's nothing coming, all I can do is stares at Teller's nose. He's staring back, his brow furrowed, concerned, confused, worried I'm going to attack him.

It's then that I realize I've been leaning forward very slowly, all attempts to hide my traitorous lap forgotten as the throw pillow slips to the floor. Teller just watches me. I stop a few inches from his face. I can feel his breath, smell the chocolate on it. "You've, uh," I swallow, lick my lips. His eyes track the movement and for some reason I shiver. "You've got whipped cream. On." I go to point, but I'm too close to be effective and instead I lean forward just a little more and, with a quick flick of my tongue, catch some of the whipped cream from his nose.

I'm expecting the sting of hot chocolate down my front, maybe a fist to the jaw, but instead, after a millisecond of frozen indecision and confusion, Teller tilts his head ever so slightly and catches my mouth with his.

It's my first first kiss, and it tastes like chocolates.

RE: Chocolates; Teen (there's some naughty language :P); Dash/Mars

[froodle]

OH MY GOD WHY IS THIS SO GOODDDDDDDDDD

RE: Chocolates; Teen (there's some naughty language :P); Dash/Mars

[froodle]

I legit squealed!

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Pirates

Re: Chocolates; Teen (there's some naughty language :P); Dash/Mars

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you're adorable.

[froodle]

Halloween. Something with costumes.

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[froodle]

cant reply. dead of squee.

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adorable.

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

The thing about selling your soul is...

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That's no motorcycle...

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Purple striped bunny, tigers and a Giants sweatshirt.

[deifire]

Family dinner

Re: Chocolates; Teen (there's some naughty language :P); Dash/Mars

[lipstickcat.livejournal.com]

Gah... Lovely <3

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:) thanks!

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[froodle]

X_X

[froodle]

oh, seconding this SO HARD!

[slinkhard.livejournal.com]

Dash X, Mysterious Skin AU

Dinner For Two; T(ish...); Slightly angsty; mentions of MPreg

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"Dash, where's dad?"

"Investigating.

It's become a nightly ritual, explaining where Marshall is to Ben.

"Again?"

Dash nods, staring down at the potato he's skewered on his fork. He's gotten good at this cooking thing, the least Mars could do is come home and eat some of it.

And spend some time with their son.

Dash looks up at Ben when he's sure the boy is focused on his plate, studying the strange array of features. No one was more surprised when he was when it turned out where ever he came from, males could give birth - gave that whole "nothing's gonna happen anyway" conversation when they ran out of condoms an interesting ending. Still, it's interesting to look at Ben and see both himself and Mars. He's pale, he has streaks of gray in his otherwise very brown mop of hair hair, and his brown eyes look out from a face full of features that are part him and part Mars.

It's almost disconcerting, but it also makes a strange swell of pride fill his chest.

Ben looks up, catches him watching, shoots a worried look across the table. "Whatever it is, I didn't do it."

Dash grins. "Just like I taught you, atta boy."

A blush spreads red and hot over Ben's cheeks and he ducks his head, failing to hide his smile. 'Thanks, Dash," he says. "Dad says I shouldn't do that, though."

"Of course he does, he's a stick in the mud. Now eat your peas."

Ben rolls his eyes, but obeys with a muttered, "Fine, Dash."

He never asked Ben to call him papa or any other variation of 'dad'. Mars is always Dad, and Dash is just Dash, and it doesn't bother either of them. And Simon is Uncle Simon, and he pampers Ben like crazy. Which is good, since Mars never seems to want to.

Dash holds in a sigh and picks at his own peas.

At first it wasn't like this. Mars was home every night, and the whole coparenting thing was actual them coparneting (and arguing, but that wasn't anything new). But lately...Mars has been away more and more frequently. He and Simon are working on something, but they won't tell Dash and Dash is pretty sure it's just because Mars knows Dash will insist on helping but he doesn't want to leave Ben parentless if things go wrong.

Which is great of him and all.

Except where does that leave Dash?

He jumps when something heavy lands on the table and both he and Ben stare up at a grinning Marshall.

"I finally found it!" he announces, pointing at the box he's just put on his usual place. "God. Finally. Happy birthday, Dash."

Dash blinks. "I don't...have a birthday?"

Mars waves his hand. "We've been over this, we're celebrating the day you woke up in the mill, now open your present before I let Ben do it."

The excited look in Ben's eye gets Dash out of his chair and around the table, carefully peeling back the tape and opening the box to look down at a huge leather bound tome. "What is it?" he asks.

Mars's hand falls lightly on his back. "It's Lodgepool's ledger," he says, "It took me forever to find it, then I had to negotiate with the Bureau, but Simon and I made a deal that if we digitized the information we could have the original."

"So...all this month..."

"Yeah, sorry, babe," Mars presses a quick kiss to Dash's temple, then rounds the table and scoops Ben out of his chair. "How are my boys? I've missed you!"

"Marshall," Dash says over Ben's giggles. Marshall looks up, brow creased at Dash's serious tone. This is where Dash could get all sentimental, express his thanks with teary eyes...but he's Dash, so instead he just says, "You owe me a month of dishes."

And Marshall laughs, his whole face lighting up as he carried Ben away into the kitchen to help with the dirty dishes.

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Syndi battling the weirdness of Eerie.

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Greek Gods.

RE: Dinner For Two; T(ish...); Slightly angsty; mentions of MPreg

[froodle]

gave that whole "nothing's gonna happen anyway" conversation when they ran out of condoms an interesting ending.

I guess theres really no such thing as safe sex with possibly an alien maybe clone perhaps a frankenteen?

I love this, and I love the idea of simon and mars bringing the bureau into the 21st century, and I love that this is the perfect gift for dash-as-adult.

[froodle]

oh, I like this one! never thought syndis actual characterisation in the show fitted with mars's characterisation of her as an airhead - she always seemed just as smart and driven as he was, just more involved in the community rather than looking in from the outside the way he did.

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She is legit like always studying. AND WHEN SHE'S HELPING HER LESS GENIUS FRIEND LEARN SHAPES OMFG THAT WAS AWESOME.

Mars just doesn't realize it because he's the little brother and she's the big sister plus there's like three years between them so they're pry not super close anyway...

Re: Dinner For Two; T(ish...); Slightly angsty; mentions of MPreg

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heehee, you know bringing the bureau up to the 21st century was Simon's idea. Mars was like 'Let's just steal it! It's too much work and they suck.' And Simon was like *not listening* *makes deal*