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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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From: (Anonymous)

It’s at 3AM on a Tuesday, very early on a Tuesday, that she realizes that she loves Tim, immediately sits up from where she was doodling on his chest and stares at the darkness of the room.

…Oh.

They’ve been doing this for a fair few months now, past a few anniversaries of the sofa incident at any rate, and she supposes that they’ve been settling into a relationship and having a wonderful time and all that… But she never expected this. Never even dreamed of it even after she started sleeping over pretty much every night, never even mused on it even after Marcus stopped looking surprised at her presence after school, never even thought of it even after she woke up after that night on the stairs and pretty much decided that she’d never be sleeping with another guy ever again.

It’s a big thing.

It’s an amazing thing considering that she’s never properly been in love before and once got into an argument with a flower seller about such feelings being a concoction of the evil managers of society to get more revenue in from the fat pigs that wandered the streets looking for a suitable trough to plant their overfed faces in.

Whoa.

…Whoa.

There is, in all seriousness, only one proper response to a situation such as this.

The covers are easy to slide down, since they were already halfway down for the slight doodling, and with all her accumulated years of skill his underpants are easily removed too. Tugged off and tossed to the side because they aren’t really important, not with these suddenly tender feelings flooding her heart and affecting her mind!

…Affecting her mind.

It occurs to her for a second, small and slightly scared, that she has never been in this far and she should probably run from it before it swallows her whole. Run from the definitions, run from the labels, run from somebody suddenly so much more important than herself who she will probably end up doing far too much for-

But this is Tim.

And this is Tim’s cock, limp but promising before her, and so she firmly shoves such points away. He will never force her, he will never hurt her, she’s in love with him… And so she leans down, swallows him down with her very best move, the one that he sort of deserves by now.

Immediately he stirs, starting to grow hard and hot in her mouth.

And she tightens her lips and hollows her cheeks and bobs her head as that lovely cock grows harder yet, properly starts to rise as she adjusts her position to take every bit of it…

He groans, his fingers vaguely clutching at the covers out of the corner of her eye.

And she smiles, not with her mouth but with every bit that actually matters, and bobs her head again. And leans to twist her fingers at his base and slowly starts tracing her teeth and swallows rapidly so that she can continue taking him so very, very deep…

“Chris…?” And he’s rising! In all ways, blearily opening his eyes as his cock continues to harden and sleepily pushing up onto his elbows as it reaches full potential (in sexual terms, he can hardly lift a fridge with it, but she supposes that he’s just good enough), “I have work in the-“

So sweet. She smiles again, tilts her head.

“…OhGoddon’tstop.”

Is rewarded as he slowly, sleepily, starts pumping into her mouth. Hands suddenly tangled in her bed-head, for she always has a bed-head even if she hasn’t slept for over a day, and holding roughly there as slightly slurred groans start echoing from above.

And it’s glorious, as she twists her tongue and almost gasps at the tug to her hair…

And it’s amazing, as she scrapes her teeth again and receives a rough buck up in return…

And it’s brilliant, as she tastes him and knows how close he must be…

From: (Anonymous)

But it’s not, if he’ll forgive her (he usually does) her ‘impudence’, exactly what she had in mind when she considered the celebrations after a grand realization of love. And while she’s usually fine with settling for less than exactly, she has to in this mess that they call a world, she does have the right to be an obnoxiously demanding twat at times such as these.

And so she draws back, swiftly with him muttering her name in a wonderfully puzzled manner, and beams at him briefly. Shuffling up to his chest before he can do more than vaguely flail at her sides and splutter about nothing in particular.

“Chris-“ he finally manages again, when she’s balanced just below his nipples and reaching for the condoms that they keep by the bed (her idea, for she has the best ideas and people really should listen to them an awful lot more before society tumbles down and the giant cockroaches take over) “…Have you drawn on my chest?”

“You’ll forgive me for it,” she hums in an entirely unconcerned manner, flipping one packet into her palm and swiftly shuffling down again.

“I do have to go to work tomorrow, what if they ask me-?”

“Tell them that you’re dating me,” she smiles blithely, sliding the condom over his cock as he instinctively (and this is, perhaps, why she actually loves him) braces her back and then her hips and then her thighs as she leans over him for a wonderfully sweet, loving, not at all a bit scary kiss, “and that I’ve given you bites in worse places.”

“You’ve given me bruises in worse places,” he hisses, so handsomely (as handsome as a hiss can be, not very since he sometimes looks like a stepped on gerbil at these moments, but it’ll do) as she slides onto him, pauses for only a moment as she gets settled and firmly braces herself on his chest “…Are we dating, then?”

…She should feel insulted, really.

She doesn’t, only braces herself harder and arches a rather firm eyebrow down, “you didn’t know that we were dating?”

“Well…” he hisses, again like a stepped on gerbil, as she starts to sway. Awkwardly brings his knees up to brace her back, and she decides on the spot (cock) that that’s yet another reason for hopelessly passionate love if she’s ever seen one, “I assumed, I must admit.”

“Good,” she hums, clenching her muscles in that particular way that makes Tim turn into a groaning teenager beneath her.

“I just assumed that you might not want to give it such a definition” …She pauses, stares down at him with wide eyes as he awkwardly continues to brace, “I mean – I want to, of course. But if you feel no desire to place a label on it then-“

…She loves him.

She honestly does love him.

And silences him with a quick and rapid lean down, a deep and loving kiss before he can say another word that’ll pluck the heart from her chest and make it all his in the most embarrassing of ways, “I’ve always liked those sort of labels, Timmy boy.”

“…You have?”

“Hush.”

From: (Anonymous)

And, not at all surprisingly… He does. And allows her to get on with this important, this very important, business with but one hand braced against her hip and the other fisting in the sheets of the bed.

She rides him fast, thorough with the added knowledge of certain pointed things. Her hands brace on his chest tighter than they ever have, her nails dig around his nipples and she finds herself growling out pure filth between her teeth – happy, happy filth that probably would shock a drug dealer into religion (not that she much cares, at the moment).

Beneath her, luckily, Tim responds with equal thoroughness. Taking her rough moments like he’s coped with this many times before (…Which he has, really). His hand gets tighter and tighter at her hip, his fingers clench so hard in the sheets that she hears them rip, he starts thrusting so hard that she has to actually hold on to keep her balance – a beautiful bump and grind that sends her eyes falling shut and a whimper bursting from her throat.

They move exactly in time for one moment. One glorious moment that she never would’ve expected even if she was the type to read romance novels without a highlighter and several tubs of glue…

And then he’s coming, his hand clenching at her hip and his head tilted all the way back as he tries to muffle the helpless sound of her name (poor Marcus, so traumatized at such a young age).

It only takes a few more pumps before she’s following after him, slumping down and growling a loving swear word into his chest just as his arms are coming up to ever so tenderly cradle her hair.

…She loves him again.

She thinks that she’ll never stop loving him, truth be told.

But she’s never been the type of girl for soppy confessions, was always more the type to set fire to the valentine’s day cards in the middle of the school field, and so she says something else instead – something far more meaningful than any silly declaration on the subject of her heart and how it urgently needs medical attention or some silly shit like that, “my middle name is Moira.”

There’s a long pause.

His hands, briefly stilled on her back, slowly begin stroking again – pulling back her hair so soft kisses can be laid to her bare (well, they haven’t got up and dressed in the past few seconds) shoulder “…Mine is Derek.”

“Oh.”

“…Oh.”

They pause for another few seconds, he continues to cradle her as she slowly turns her head and starts laying slow nips along the side of his jaw.

“…Christina Moira Black,” he says slowly, ponderingly as he continues to stroke and she slowly (gently, for she rarely wants to hurt him) continues to nip, “that’s quite pretty, actually.”

She smiles, so fondly that she could probably burst and wouldn’t mind a bit.

…And leans in for a slightly stronger nip, because she is herself and if she bursts she might as well take out a few innocent people with her ribs.