Twitterfic

[inmyriadbits]

In the spirit of compulsive organization, I'm collecting all the twitterfics I've been writing at the prompt post and putting them here. Feel free to make more requests! I'm still having fun with it. :)

- for celli, some White Collar. with kissing. by boys:


Peter wrenches away, gasping. "Your tie is crooked," after a pause, silk crumpled in his hand.

"You seem to want it that way," Neal replies.

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- for celli, NCIS, tim/tony:


Tony lies a lot, camouflages the truth when he slips; but Tim catches some -- "You're my favorite probie, Probie," and he grabs Tim's wrist.

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- and another for the same prompt [turned into double-length]:


"I really hope you appreciate the way I'm not making any Lassie jokes right now, Timmy."

"I would, if I didn't think you're just waiting until we're no longer stuck at the bottom of a working well where it would be very easy for me to drown you, Tony."

"...Fair enough. McDamsel."

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- for celli, Mag7! Ezra!:


"How unbearably mortifying," Ezra says.

"I'm just surprised it didn't happen sooner." Nathan cleans the skin pinched by Ezra's wrist holster.

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- for celli, from the following exchange -- celli: *g* How about something USTy with Chris?; me: Ezra/Chris? Or just like, Chris/his reflection? ;); celli: ahaha. either. BOTH. I obliged. :)


Ezra bites the coin. "Genuine," he says, then grimaces. "Tastes appalling, though."

Chris wonders how the other gold in Ezra's mouth tastes.

*

Vin glanced over at the bar. "Three sheets to the wind," Buck gravely observed, as they watched Chris play with his hair in the long mirror.

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- for celli, Good Wife. Alicia/Kalinda [a double]:


It's after her divorce, triumph in court; fingers of scotch, and a broken high heel.

It's in the cab when Kalinda leans over for the kiss, hand finding the top of Alicia's stocking under her skirt. Alicia feels no guilt; she has no husband, and Kalinda's mouth is warm and honest.

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- for celli, NCIS: So Gay, G and Sam:


G once bought a book of baby names with a pink cover, for only 1/26th of the content.

(The girl at the counter had smiled; she assumed another reason.)

He threw it away another day, after Sam said his name, and G realized that it didn't feel like an initial anymore. Not from Sam.

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- for serialkarma, Dean and his leather jacket (SPN):


Dean runs cold fingers over his jacket's collar, lapels held together against the wind. "It's fucking freezing," he says, but breathes easy.

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- for serialkarma, John, cigarettes (SPN):


He doesn't often smoke, but the occasion calls for it. "Marlboro Reds," he tells the cashier, and tries forget about the birds AND the bees.

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- for serialkarma, White Collar, cufflinks [the length on this one just totally spiraled out of control]:


Elizabeth is not looking at Neal's ass while he searches for the missing cufflink.

...okay, she totally is.

"It must have fallen under the couch," Neal says, voice muffled as he bends over, and Elizabeth bites her lips together. She glances at Peter -- and sees him looking, too.

She waits until he looks at her. His face shifts, guilty as hell -- but Elizabeth just smiles, and raises a suggestive eyebrow. Peter relaxes; she throws them both into the deep end.

Elizabeth steps forward with a smile, to where Neal brushes dust from his sleeve with a frown. "Here, let me help you with that."

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- for serialkarma, Dean and shaving (SPN):


He taught Sam to shave by comparing it to girls--firm strokes, easy on the curves, etc.

(Dean's now working on an equivalent guys metaphor.)

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- for divanoir, Dean/Castiel and a conversation in the Impala:


"It won't hurt him if I shoot him, Sam. Really."

"Dean...."

"I do not understand. What is objectionable about asking if we are there yet?"

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- for arielchan, Singing in the Rain: the epic threeway:


Kathy's back thumped against the window. Inside, Cosmo froze, arrested by the sight of Don pressing against her, head tilted in a deep kiss.

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- for maribouquet, some Peter/Elizabeth/Neal:


He steals Neal's hat for Elizabeth. Neal cheats--he kisses her to distract, taking it back.

She turns red; Peter takes it again, on purpose.

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- for maribouquet, a little something about Hotch. Any flavor (Criminal Minds):


Hotch changes the channel, landing on a Chaplin movie. He thinks of Gideon--a familiar tug of hurt--but it is still impossible not to laugh.

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- for maribouquet, something Sweets-related (Bones):


Everyone came to Sweets for advice; he went to Angela. He'd learned to see patterns and give them name, but she saw the heart, clear as day.

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- for thespatz, Due South, cactus:


"Xeriscaping, Ray," Fraser said, like that meant something in American.

"Bless you," he said.

"The cactus, Ray," Fraser said. "It's a clue."

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- for slodwick, a Fringe fic:


Peter bends over a table. Olivia's hair falls on his shoulder as she leans in.

"What is that?"

"Optimus Prime. I'm his only hope," he evades.

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- for fox1013, Middleman! [one-and-a-half]:


"I don't know, Boss, that game of alien strip poker we broke up was pretty traumatizing. I think we need the treat."

"Then if morale demands it, Dubbie, I suppose we can use Middlefunds at the ice cream truck."

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- for thespatz, White Collar, challenge:


"En garde, scurrilous dogs!" Elizabeth cries, brandishing a towel roll at Neal, who gravely takes his stance. Peter pretends to be unamused.

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- for divanoir, future!Castiel on being human:


Cas pretends to stop caring long after Dean actually does. Pretending, even if just to fool himself, is the only consolation in being human.

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- for thespatz, Supernatural, grease. Dean/Cas, if you can manage it:


Realization hits Dean, humiliatingly during a cable airing of Grease. He coughs beer & tries desperately to un-imagine Cas in leather pants.

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I'll continue to update as I write 'em.