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Comment Fic Friday

Hey everyone! It's Friday again and
this fortnight's prompt is...

McDanno-handcuffed-totally unexpected

So, whether it's about not expecting the handcuffs, the moustaches, or something completely different in a whole other fandom of your choosing, I'd like to see how your character/s deal with the unexpected!

A couple of simple rules...

1. Use the subject line of your comment to show us the fandom, rating, character/s or pairing, and title if you have one, like so: H50, Steve/Danny, PG-13, Simply the Best
2. As long as it fits in a comment (around 750 words) or two, we want to see it here.

Otherwise, it's all up to you on the how and when and where and why!

Comment away! ;-)


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Apr. 25th, 2014 07:15 am (UTC)
BtVS Spike/Andrew NC-17 Time on Their Hands
Andrew and Spike are waiting inside the candlelit interior room of the mission. Andrew is lying on the floor on his belly, leaning up on his elbows, propping his head up on his hand, and swinging his feet together like a little boy. Spike is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with his knees bent up, and his arms resting on his knees.

Andrew says in a sing-song voice, “I spy with my little eye something that begins with a ‘T.’”

Spike replies, rolling his eyes, “Tapestry.”

Andrew smiles. “Hey, good one. How did you…”

Spike interrupts Andrew. “Tapestry's the only thing in the whole bloody room.”

Andrew says, “Ah...so say you, but I say look deeper.” He rolls over onto his back, looking at the ceiling.

Spike growls, “I'll look deep into your jugular is what I'll look at.”

Andrew says, “Don't spazz out.”

“I'm not…” Spike glares at Andrew. “Don't say another word.”

Andrew rolls back on his belly, looks at Spike with child-like enthusiasm. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

Spike says, “What's the matter with you? Don't you understand what's happening?”

Andrew says, “Uh...yeah. We're waiting here till it's night again so you can ride on your motorcycle without exploding.”

Spike says, “And every minute we're stuck here, the slayer's out there facing hell knows what.”

Andrew shrugs. “Come on. What's the worst thing that could happen to her?”

Spike glares at Andrew. He snarls. “That’s IT!” and pounces forward, landing on top on Andrew. They begin rolling around on the floor, Spike crushing and shaking him.

Suddenly Andrew blushes and squeaks. "Sorry, um, Spike? You might want to stop that cos, uh, I'm, uh, well... getting a woody."

Spike stops manhandling Andrew. "Really? You have the same idea of foreplay that I do apparently. Or don't you like guys?"

Andrew blinks at Spike, then blushes again. "I like guys, I think. I mean, like last year, when I was watching you and Anya on the screen, I got a woody then too. I didn't tell the others but I think Jonathan did too cos he was acting all strange. And besides, you're so cool and so beautiful..."

Spike sighs. "You like guys all right." Spike reaches down and strokes along Andrew's groin, making him moan and writhe. "You want more?"

Andrew nods. "Yes, please."

Spike slides down and unzips Andrew's trousers. He slips his hand inside and Andrew squeaks slightly, then moans as Spike's fingers curl around and begin to stroke.

"Now if you're good, Andrew, and you promise not to keep bugging me, I'll even shag you."

Andrew's eyes widen and he nods in agreement. "I promise, I promise!"

Apr. 25th, 2014 02:13 pm (UTC)
Re: BtVS Spike/Andrew NC-17 Time on Their Hands
HA!!! This is excellent!!!
Apr. 25th, 2014 07:32 pm (UTC)
Re: BtVS Spike/Andrew NC-17 Time on Their Hands
Thank you!
Apr. 25th, 2014 10:10 pm (UTC)
Re: BtVS Spike/Andrew NC-17 Time on Their Hands
I don't know the fandom at all well, but nicely done! ;-)
Apr. 25th, 2014 10:22 pm (UTC)
Re: BtVS Spike/Andrew NC-17 Time on Their Hands
Thank you!
Apr. 25th, 2014 03:37 pm (UTC)
will it hurt when it all burns down, Coulson/May AOS, PG-13

Phil Coulson is a brilliant man. He never let any deception cross his path, even if it did, he would figure it out eventually. But how could he miss the fact....that one of HIS agents....this whole time after all

As he watches Ward, cuffed with two Agents at his side, the usually reserved Coulson let out a growl his fist flying into a wall. A tearful Fitz and Simmons jump at the sudden burst of anger. His knuckles are bruised and he's silent. When he breaks in front of his Agents its violent and quick.

"FUCK!" He yells, the sound echoing off the walls.

"Coulson?" Skye says surprisingly holding it together considering.

He doesn't answer. He takes a deep breath and quickly leaves the scene.


As he wraps up his bloody knuckles he hears the sounds of soft whimpering. He ties off the bandage and follows the sounds. He follows the sounds to the living room. It is a sight that is rare but he's seen it before. Agent Melinda May is on the ground, her face buried in between her knees. Second to Skye Melinda feels the most betrayed of all of them.

For a moment she believed he loved her.

He turns off the rage, though only temporary and dashes to her side. For the past couple of days since the crisis started...he made a vow to make up for treating her the way he did. This is a way to show how sorry he is and at the same time show forgiveness for lying to protect him. And one of the ways he could show her is putting all his woes aside...to help her.

He didn't realize it until now...he cares about her as much as she cares about him.

He kneels down beside her. He takes her face in her hands and runs his fingers against her moist cheeks.

"It's alright," He whispers, "you are going to be okay."

"He betrayed me Phil," She says in broken sobs, "He used me to keep me off guard."

"I know." He brings his face close to hers. "I know he did...and I promise you...you will never be used in such a way again."

He moves in and places a quick, soft and gentle kiss in her lips. He could taste the bitter salt of tears, something he expected but nevertheless tasted sweet. He pulls back and looks into her eyes, there are still filled with tears but grateful knowing she could be loved.

She wraps her arms around him. Her head settles into his chest. His chin rests on the top of her head as hand moves down her back keeping her warm and safe in his embrace.

The world is in shambles and in chaos. But for now he pretends everything is okay.

Edited at 2014-04-25 03:42 pm (UTC)
Apr. 25th, 2014 07:35 pm (UTC)
Very Nice.
Apr. 27th, 2014 08:14 pm (UTC)
SeaQuest, Jonathan Ford/Katie Hitchcock, G, back to the place where I belong
(Is it too late for this? Because I've wanted to write this for about 18 years and events this weekend shook it loose and I've only got to post it now!)

Katie's home is not what Jonathan expected. For starters, it's a house rather than the apartments he remembers, and it's in the suburbs whereas the Katie he knew preferred to live in the city. It's another reminder for him that while he doesn't feel any older, for her ten years have passed, ten years where she believed that he and all their friends aboard seaQuest were dead. 

He's not sure if surprising her today is the best thing to do; he just knows he doesn't want to go another day without seeing her. 

He knocks on the door and waits and it takes every bit of his military training not to turn and walk away. Then it's too late because he hears footsteps and the door is opening and she is standing in front of him. 


She doesn't look that much older than he remembers, the main difference being that her hair is longer now, falling down past her shoulders. Her eyes are the same bewitching blue that he remembers and they flare wide when she recognises him. She gasps, hands going to her mouth in shock and tears flood her eyes. 

"Hi, Katie," is all he can think of to say and it breaks the spell because the next thing he knows her arms are around his neck and she's holding him tightly, body pressed against his and just like that, he's home. 

"It's really you," he hears her saying into his neck. "I can't... I saw the news but I didn't... I couldn't..."

"It's me, Katie." One of his hands cups the back of her head, the other is splayed across her back and he gives into temptation, buries his head in her hair for a long moment. "It's me."

He can tell from the tremor of her shoulders that she is crying softly and his own eyes feel none too dry either. "You're alive," she says softly, giddily and he feels a laugh bubbling up in his chest. She pulls back first, stares at him hungrily, her hands going to his cheeks, touching him, studying him and more tears slip down her face. He wants to brush them away but a third voice stops him. 


Katie jumps, turns and Jonathan follows her gaze. His jaw drops when he sees a boy standing there, staring at him because he knows that face - it's his face, the same one he's seen staring out from dozens of baby photographs. He stares at the boy - at his son, he marvels - then he looks down at Katie. Her tears have stopped, but more out of fear, he thinks, than anything. 

"He's nine," she tells him. "I found out three weeks after you went missing."

The math quickly falls into place in his head and he nods, smiles. "Thank you," he says and then he does what he's wanted to do since he woke up in a hotel room shower and he found out where and when he was. 

He kisses her. 

Not for long, but long enough to be a promise of more to come. 

When he pulls back, he looks back at the boy who is looking like he'd rather be anywhere else, but also like he can't take his eyes off Jonathan. 

Jonathan knows the feeling. 

"Jon," Katie says and he realises with a start that she's not talking to him. "This is your dad."

Jonathan walks towards him, expecting a handshake but to his surprise, he gets a hug instead. He hears Katie close the front door and he smiles as he feels her arms go around them both. 

They've got a lot of catching up to do. 
Apr. 28th, 2014 10:48 am (UTC)
Re: SeaQuest, Jonathan Ford/Katie Hitchcock, G, back to the place where I belong
Never too late for any of our comment fic postings! I'm always happy to see new fics appear, any time!

Excellent use of the prompt! ;-)
Apr. 18th, 2015 04:43 am (UTC)
Game of Thrones; Gen; Jorah Mormont, Unexpected Gift
Apr. 20th, 2015 06:17 am (UTC)
Re: Game of Thrones; Gen; Jorah Mormont, Unexpected Gift
Still not getting into A03, but I'm thrilled you found words, anyway!!! ;-)
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