What? They've acted in OTHER things?!

[hhanon]

So, you may be aware that some cast members of HH have acted in other things.  Give their profession, this is understandable.

This post is for those who would like to prompt/fic about the other things the guys/girls have been in, without mixing it up with HH-related/non-crossover fic on the other posts.


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UNPROMPTED: Gotta Get Down on Friday, Girl!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [2B/2]

[(Anonymous)]

“Or when-“ she pauses, in the face of his dismay, considers for a second before smiling and placing her warm hands on his terribly embarrassed chest (he’s not sure how a chest can be embarrassed, but he’s pretty sure that he’s so embarrassed that it’s managing fine), “yeah, that’s it. And proves my point even more!”

He remains silent.

“…Tim?”

“I suppose this explains why my boss loudly congratulated me on Wednesday morning,” he says weakly, and half considers the doorknob again (he’s sure that he could manage a good few hours of unconsciousness from this angle).

“And why you serenaded me on Wednesday evening?” She asks, seemingly innocently, and then only flutters her eyelashes when he looks in her direction and wonders if she could use an ancient Chinese move to put him out for even longer, “nevermind, that was sweet. Head?”

He’ll even beg “…We’re in your parents kitchen.”

“So?”

Beg hard, “Chris.”

“I’ve done it in here before. Sixteen years old: guy with a motorbike and a PHD on how society is actually a construction designed to keep us trapped in an endless cycle of oppression,” she still continues cheerfully, fluttering her eyelashes again, “I’ve also done it in their front hall.”

…Beg really, really hard, “Chris-“

“And in their bath. And almost on top of their telly. and against their wardrobe-“

Beg the hardest that he’s ever begged in anything in his life, “Chris-!”

“…Besides,” she looks, for a long second, like she’s about to continue the sustained torture. Eventually decides against it and beams like an angel about to set fire to several villages in the general area of Jerusalem, “at least you’ve actually met them before doing wonderfully filthy things against their property.”

And, begging over in the face of her halo, he firmly opens his mouth to protest again-!

…And halts.

And gawps.

And leans forwards to brace himself against a solid surface, for he needs a solid surface at the moment, but misjudges – staggering forwards into her slightly (just slightly, he can’t flatter himself too much at the moment with his brains falling out of his ears) worried form before he can stop himself.

“Tim…?”

“I’ve just met your parents,” he mutters, half hunched over due to his stagger and nestled just a little under her breasts.

“Yes…?”

“I’ve just met your parents,” he repeats for emphasis, because it really deserves a good bit of emphasis, and slides a little lower. Steadily heading towards the floor in an entirely humiliating way.

“Yes,” Not helped by her smirk, above, or her fingers in his hair as she tries to push him lower, “now, since you’re down there…”

He really hates her at times.

…That’s really not true.

And he slides down in his knees, taking advantage of the brief pause to spin and push her against the door, and slides her underwear down her legs as she slowly punches the air above his head.