Tozier’s Wife

Bill Denbrough is my hubby

[laiiaaa]

Your writing is stunning! Can I request injured!reader and Carmy rushing to be by her side? god the idea of that man dropping everything to be with you....

this has been in my drafts for probably a year now. i forget why i was hesitant to post it. so here’s something for you all :)

“Hey, Cousin—”

“I’m in the middle ‘f something, not now, Richie—”

“Hey.” He raises his brows, gives that serious look that has Carmen’s head peeking over his shoulder because it’s so sharp he can feel it. “It’s your girl. You wanna take this.”

He gets nervous, then, heart beginning to race. Where’s his fuckin’ phone?

“Give it here,” he says, arm extended. Richie hands it over and slips out the door, shutting it to leave Carmen by himself in the office; it only makes hurt stomach lurch harder.

He lifts the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“. . . Carm?” Your voice is broken and wobbly, wrought with tears.

“Baby?” He doesn’t even think before he’s jumping out of his chair, tucking the phone between his jaw and shoulder while he scrambles to find his keys. “Baby, you there? Where are you?”

“I-I’m at the hospital, I tried calling you—”

“The hospital—?” His mind goes back to New York, back to that morning. “What—” He takes a deep breath. His jacket. Where the fuck is it? “Okay, you’re okay, I’m comin’ now, alright?” He storms out of the office toward the lockers, finds everything right where he put it, including his phone. Dead. Fuck. “I gotta hang up, okay? I’m sorry, I know, I can’t take the phone with me. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

“O-Okay.” A shuddered breath rings through the line, and it kills him. “I’m okay, Carmy—”

“I know,” he says, shimmying into his jacket and feeling for his keys. “I know, baby, but I’m comin’ anyway, you hear me? Gonna be there in ten.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. I love you.”

He doesn’t put the phone back properly, just slides it across the counter and hopes it doesn’t break again, shouting out orders over his shoulder on his way out the door.

The ride there is the longest ten minutes of his life. He doesn’t know what to expect. He doesn’t know anything at all, really. Are you hurt? How bad is it? What happened? Is it a burn, a broken bone, just a flu that got out of hand? Will you need surgery? Did you get in an accident? Did someone try to hurt you? He doesn’t want you to be alone right now. He needs to be there with you. You were fine this morning. You were fine this morning, all beautiful and groggy when he kissed you awake, still cozied up in bed when he left early as the sky turned blue after sunrise. You were fine. You were fine, and then he left, and suddenly you weren’t.

The fluorescent lights make him nauseous. They’re too bright, and a disgusting color, and too different from all the gentle lighting you insisted upon at home. Made the place homey, you said, and he agreed. The nurses at the station must think he’s out of his mind, all wide-eyed and asking for you.

“What’s your name?” the one asks him.

“Carmen, I’m her fiancé, I was—I was just on the phone with her—”

“Okay,” she nods, softening. “She’s doin’ alright now, she was askin’ for you, though. Still gotta get her wrapped up, but you’ll be outta here soon.”

He’s too busy wondering What the fuck does that mean? to properly answer.

When he’s finally brought to your room, his nerves subside—only a little. There’s no blood, no bland hospital gown to say you’re headed off to the operating room. Just a pillow over your tummy, with your arm—your swollen, bruised arm—resting on top of it.

“Hey, hon,” he says, coming to your bedside and smoothing a hand over your forehead to press his lips to your temple. “You alright? What happened?”

“They—” you sniffle when you look up at him, lip quivering— “They had to take my ring off, Carmy—” he nods along to your rambling with a concerned brow— “I-I told them not to, but they said my hand was too swollen—that-that it was gonna mess up my finger—. . .”

“What’s that, baby?” He smiles into your hair and exhales through his nose. So typical of you to get upset about something cute like that, he knows you’ll be okay. “Your arm’s all black ‘n blue, and you’re worried about your ring—?”

“But it’s special—”

“Shhhhh . . . I know, I know . . . ‘m just askin’ you to ease up.” Another kiss lands on your forehead before he asks, “Where’s it at, baby? I’ll fix it for you.”

You pout and look somewhere behind him. “On the table, but you’re not gonna be able to—”

“Just take a breath ‘n relax f’me, yeah? I got it.”

He stands upright again, turning to check that the ring is there—that beautiful, beautiful big diamond for his precious girl, before reaching toward the nape of his neck to unclasp his chain. Carefully, he threads it through the ring, silently urges you to sit up so he can hook it around your neck, icy-cool on your smooth skin, admiring the way it sparkles like your eyes.

You’re still pouting when he’s done, and he kisses your soft lips anyway while he wipes away stray tears. “Better?”

“. . . yeah,” you admit through a murmur.

“Good,” he huffs, pulling the visitor’s chair right next to your bed. With your good arm, you reach for him, just any part of him, and he holds your hand as he kisses your dry knuckles. “You gonna tell me what happened now? What’s got you all banged up?”

And you groan and roll your eyes, insisting that it’s too embarrassing to tell, and he lets you drag it out just because he thinks it’s cute when you’re stubborn. The doctor comes in with the x-rays to confirm that, yes, indeed, you’ve got yourself a broken arm, and after you’re splinted and discharged and given a sling and the next day’s protocol, Carmen holds your good hand on the way out the door.

“Oh,” you start, pausing before he opens the car door for you, “I forgot to tell you.”

“Hm?”

“I drove here.”

“You what?”

“I told you, I was embarrassed, Carm—”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby,” he grunts, laughing and shaking his head with fingers running through his hair as he helps you into the passenger’s seat. “You’re killin’ me today, y’know that?”

And it’s not the last time. When he unlocks the front door and sees the laundry spilled all the way down the stairs, with a basket flipped upside down at the bottom, he can put the pieces together. He kisses you softly, doesn’t say a word about it, takes you to the bedroom, and tucks you into bed to let you rest now that your adrenaline is wearing off and the pain meds are making you sleepy.

He fixes up the mess without a second thought, and once he’s done he slips right under the covers next to you, thanking whatever God there is that you’re okay, and that he’s got you back in his arms.

(And tomorrow, when he takes you into the doctor’s office for a proper cast, he has Natalie and Pete pick up your car. He still hounds on you about it weeks later, how you drove yourself to the hospital with a broken arm. You insist it makes for a good story, and to that he can’t deny.)

[19tozier]

the hands of love (bill denbrough)

warnings: adult bill, stress/anxiety, mentions of canon horror, takes place after events of chp2, it’s not relevant to the plot here but eddie and stan are alive Because I Said So

inspired by the song hands of love by miley cyrus

[losers&reader are adults here]

you aren’t sure what wakes you up at first.

you blink a little stupidly, still caught in the wisps of whatever dream you were having. the room is dark and cool around you. moonlight streams through the gaps in the shutters, turning the air to haze that looks so solid you think you could pass your hand through it. and it’s quiet, the only sound the soft creaking of the ceiling fan above you. bill isn’t even snoring.

bill isn’t even snoring. you frown.

you turn onto your side, reaching onto his side of the bed. you expect for your hand to meet solid flesh, to trail up over his shoulder and splay over his heart, but all you encounter is emptiness. the cold sheets aren’t even rumpled.

you sigh to yourself. it must be one of those nights again.

the lights prove to be too much for your eyes so you leave them off, stumbling to pull on one of bill’s t-shirts over your bare body. you don’t bother with pants, only underwear. if all goes well, you’ll be back to bed in no time.

the rest of the house is just as quiet, all the lights turned off. your footsteps are soft as you pad down the hallway, instinctively turning the corner to get to the last room on the left. there’s no other place he could be.

just as you suspected, there’s a golden glow at the bottom of the door, casting the faintest shadows onto the wall across from it. if you strain your ears you can hear the sounds of his keyboard, and eventually, a stilted groan. resolved, you reach forward and slowly open the door.

it’s mostly dark in bill’s office, only a single lamp on his desk spilling slanted light over the floor. bill’s hunched over his computer, his face screwed up in a grimace behind his reading glasses. he doesn’t hear you walk in, even though you aren’t really trying to be quiet, too focused on whatever it is he’s writing.

he gets like this, sometimes, so into his own head that he can’t differentiate between up or down. he’s so easily stressed, your bill, when he tries to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. unfortunately, he does that too often, retreating further and further into himself until you have to gently coax him back out.

fortunately, you’ve perfected the best way to love him.

he startles when your hand trails over his arm, brushing up his shoulder as you tuck yourself against his back. his chair is uncomfortable where it digs into your side but it’s worth it to hold him for just a second. like second-nature, his hand comes up to cradle yours, slotting your fingers together.

“what time is it?” he mumbles to you, blinking like he’s suddenly aware of just how tired he is.

you hum, turning your head to kiss just behind his ear. “i’m not sure,” you admit quietly, rubbing your thumb along his collarbone. “but you should come to bed anyways.”

he sighs, leaning back against your chest before he shakes his head. “i need to finish this draft by thursday. i-i can’t s-s-stop now.”

you frown worriedly. his stutter only comes out anymore when he’s stressed beyond belief. if it’s coming out now, when the only thing keeping him up should be the words flowing through his brain, then things are worse than you’d originally thought.

“that’s three whole days from now, love,” you say softly, not giving voice to your worries just yet. “you’re already almost done, you said so this morning. you’ll have time.”

he groans, pulling out of your embrace to slump his head into his hands. you watch, feeling helpless, as his hands fist into his hair. “b-but it’s not perfect, i n-n-need to—t-t-to—fuck—“

your heart clenches. you move from your spot on the arm of his chair to sit on his desk beside his computer, pulling his glasses off and coaxing him forward until his head is pillowed on your lap. he’s so tense he’s trembling, or maybe that’s him trying to keep it together. either way, you’re suddenly terrified.

“what’s going on, bill?” you ask, your voice pitched so low that if he wasn’t so close he wouldn’t be able to hear it. your fingers brush through his hair, soothing where he had pulled on it. “this isn’t about the book, is it?”

he shakes his head, pulling himself closer to you. like this, he reminds you so painfully of the little boy you’ve only ever seen in the few pictures he has of his childhood. he doesn’t seem inclined to speak but you know you just have to give him time. you keep stroking through his hair.

eventually, he sighs, his breath warm against your bare thigh. he squirms a bit, not eager to open up, but he’s always been brave, and your heart swells with pride for him even as he mumbles, “w-what if they h-hate it?”

all at once, you get it.

“oh, baby,” you soothe, bending your head to kiss the back of his neck. he holds onto you tighter, not willing to show you his face yet. “is this about the losers?”

miserably, he nods, his forehead rubbing onto your thigh. he doesn’t say anything else but you don’t really need him to. you understand what he means now, because the book he’s writing—the book all about the childhood trauma he and his friends faced that, even now, you can barely hope to understand—is the most important thing he’s ever done. you know he feels the pressure to get the story right without telling too much, and you know he feels the pressure of telling his friends’s stories without doing it wrong. it’s a lot, and if this were any other book you might even tell him to do away with the idea, but you know that he needs to.

“w-what i-if they h-h-hate it?” he asks again, much quieter this time, the words smeared into your skin. his voice is damp and his shoulders tremble even more. “w-what if i-i f-f-fuck it up a-and—“

“bill,” you interrupt him, gently. you tug at his shoulders until he sits up, looking up at you with his watery blue eyes. you sigh, leaning down to press your foreheads together. “you know they’re not going to hate it.”

he whimpers, just slightly, and your heart breaks. “b-but w-what if—“

“but what if nothing, love.” you thread your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp the way you know he likes. “you’ve been talking to them about it the entire time. you haven’t made any decisions about this book without everyone’s approval. you know how much they already love it.”

he’s silent, just staring into your eyes, so you smile softly, bringing one hand to cup his jaw. “if you’re really so worried, call them in the morning and talk to them about it. they might be able to help.”

bill stares at you for a second longer before he blows out a sigh and nods. his shoulders slowly stop trembling, the tension leaking out of him until he slumps against your chest.

“t-thank you, baby,” he mumbles against your collarbone, adorable exhausted now that you’ve managed to get through to him. you grin to yourself, kissing the top of his head.

“come now, billiam,” you say, adopting the tone that richie or eddie or stan might use to make fun of your husband. “it’s time for bed.”

he huffs a weak laugh, pulling back to kiss you gently. “anything for you.”

it’s cheesy but you know he means it. your cheeks flush pink even as you hop down from his desk, twining your hands together to tug him out of the room after you turn off his computer and lamp. he just lets you lead him to your bedroom, his eyes barely staying open now that he’s broken his own trance. even now, after all your years of being together, after everything he’s been through and all that he’s told you of the horrors he faced, the fact that he trusts you so completely still makes your chest burn with your love for him.

your bedroom is just as dark and quiet as you left it and you waste no time climbing back into bed. you don’t bother taking off your clothes, you’re too tired and comfortable anyways, so you just lean against the headboard and watch him strip off his shirt and jeans until he’s left in his boxers.

he climbs into bed beside you, but instead of curling up and nodding off the way you thought he would, he cuddles up beside you, nestling his head on your shoulder and slinging a heavy arm over your hips. his leg nudges between yours and his other arm slides between you and the mattress, effectively trapping you against him. you don’t mind one bit.

“thank you, (y/n),” he says again, sweeter now in the darkness. he’s no stranger to intimacy and he knows exactly how to put his thoughts into words, but sometimes simpler is better. maybe it’s because you and him work together so well that everything becomes simple. no problem is too big with you by his side. “i love you. i d-don’t know what i’d do without y-you.”

you press your lips to his forehead. “i love you too, bill.”

you want to wax your own poetry to him, go into all the intricacies of how much you love him and how much you know you are better with him by your side, but your eyes are suddenly too heavy to keep open anymore. he’s soft and warm on top of you, relaxed now as he slips into sleep, and you aren’t far behind him.

that’s alright, you think as your eyes drift closed. you can just tell him in the morning.

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[lizzylizzl]

Post-War

Moonlit Confessions (rated T): In the silent depths of the night, guided by his sister’s steadfast support, Ron finally finds the courage to open up to Hermione, sparking a conversation they should have had years ago.

Not without you (rated T): Hermione hadn’t imagined spending Christmas Eve alone and sad in her childhood bedroom. Luckily, a certain red-headed young man decides to drop by and pay her a surprise visit.

Who will wipe away my tears? (rated T): Ron struggles with his own grief while trying to be there for Hermione, Harry and his grieving family.

Rivers of Darkness, Glimmers of Light (rated T): When Ron tries to cope with a cruel nightmare on his own, Hermione remains steadfast in her support, convincing him that facing darkness together is much easier than going through it alone.

Amidst the neon lights (rated T): Ron experiences the challenges of keeping his partying friends in check, especially his girlfriend, who experiences her first episode of excessive drinking.

Sip of Solace (rated T): Ron and George strengthen their bond over a few glasses of Firewhisky, opening up about things they’ve never shared with anyone before.

Domestic/Married

Insatiable (rated M, nsfw): A pregnant Hermione desperately longs for her husband. Will she get what she needs?

The Storm before the calm (rated G): As Ron navigates the storm of pre-wedding jitters and the playful banter of Harry and his brothers, his need for a private moment with Hermione intensifies with each passing minute. In the end a clandestine private first look is the ultimate antidote to his jangled nerves.

The new normal (rated G): New parents Ron and Hermione share a bed in the hospital after their daughter’s birth.

Hangry (rated M): After a gruelling day at work, a very hangry Ron has to blow off steam. Good thing his wife is there to bring him back down to earth and satisfy his hunger, even with the fridge practically empty.

Cold hands, warm hearts (rated G): Ron, Hermione and Rose create memories during the season’s first snowfall.

Couple of the Millennium (rated G): Hermione is not happy about them being voted Witch Weekly’s “Couple of the Millennium”. Can Ron calm her down?

Spotlight (rated G): prequel to “The Couple of the Millennium” where Ron learns about their new title.

Deathly Hallows

Put your thawing mind to rest (rated G): Stranded in the tent during a freezing winter night, Ron and Hermione grapple with the harsh realities of their fractured relationship. Ron, set on finally breaking through Hermione’s icy defenses, seizes an unexpected opportunity as a black long-legged intruder becomes an unwitting ally in his quest for reconciliation.

Vigil (rated G): Ron wrestles with overwhelming emotions as he keeps vigil at Hermione’s bedside at Shell Cottage.

Don‘t let go (rated T): As they find themselves stranded in the eerie confines of 12 Grimmauld Place, Ron and Hermione’s relationship takes a significant step forward.

[romione-trope-fest]

2024 Masterlist

Soulmates

Red Rings by @honouraryweasley12

The Way I Love(d) You by @adenei

I Wish It Was Only A Teaspoon by Iris Blanche (ao3 link)

Something To Believe In by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

When You Wish Upon A Star by @adenei

OOTP Missing Moments

Hufflepuff (Tea) Search Party by @cowahbull

3am by @be11atrixthestrange

What’s In A Gift? by @adenei

Thunderstorms by @mertronus

How To Parent Gryffindors by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

The Perfect Pair by @adenei

Perfect Prefect Present by @nena-96

Ocean Eyes by @flaming-brown-witch

Whiskey on Rounds by @be11atrixthestrange

Fake Not Dating

Call It What You Want by @adenei

The One Where Ron and Hermione are Fake Not Dating by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Sneaky by @redandbrown

The One Where Everybody Finds Out by @alltoowellread

Before Daybreak by @flaming-brown-witch

He's Gonna Know by @adenei

Cockblocker Harry

Reconnect by @edie-k

There Was Only One Git by @nena-96

The Bug Who Lived by @edie-k

Love and War by @be11atrixthestrange

Can't Do This Without You by @adenei

Stand Still by @flaming-brown-witch

Go For Two by @edie-k

The Talk by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Never Been Privy To by @reallybeth9

Home Remedy by @honouraryweasley12

Only One Bed

Rouge by @hinny-canons

One Bed by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Mine by @flaming-brown-witch

In Your Arms by @hpfanted14

Shell Cottage by @adenei

Put Your Thawing Mind To Rest by @my-patronus-is-a-champagne-glass

Rock, Paper, Scissors by Rennervator (ao3 link)

Sleep Hexed by @cheesyficwriter

The New Normal by @my-patronus-is-a-champagne-glass

Muggle AU

Magic Matches by @katenoteight

Enchanted To Meet You by @nena-96

Capture My Heart by @adenei

Not Another Statistic by @nena-96

Let's Go by @flaming-brown-witch

Do You Like Chocolate? by @mertronus

Have An Ice Day by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

The Girl From The Bar by @be11atrixthestrange

Weasley Weddings

Speak Now by @adenei

Finish by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Six Weasley Weddings by @be11atrixthestrange

The Storm Before The Calm by @my-patronus-is-a-champagne-glass

A Wild Romania Wedding by @nena-96

Say Yes To Heaven by @flaming-brown-witch

[melis-ash]

[olive-garden-hoe]

Existing as me:

[taeminestrone]

“We have a role available for a nerdy teenage boy going through some internalised homopho-“

Finn

[modifiedmonster]

Show, don't tell : Part 1

Directory Writing Masterlist Blog Etiquette Buy me a Ko-Fi?

[ Angry + Frustrated ]

Red face

Tensing up jaw/body

Clenching fists

Gritting teeth

Stomped feet

Rolling eyes

Crossing arms

Kick/Hit something

Eyebrows furl

Face crunches up

Tight lips

Narrow eyes

[ Happy + Excited ]

Laugh/Giggle

Smile from ear to ear

High tone in voice

Smiling/Grinning while talking

Heart Pounding

Clapping

Breathing deeply

Squeal/Scream

Talking fast

Contentedly Sigh

Tilted head

Hand clasped over mouth

[Bored + Tired ]

Pace back and forth

Sigh loudly

Blank face

Play with fingers

Staring off into space

Yawning

Fidgeting around

Leaning head on hands

Rubbing eyes

Droopy eyes

Dark circles under eyes

Complaining

[Sad + Scared]

Trembling lips/body

Tears in eyes

Bite Nails

Curl up/tuck knees to chest

Bite nails

Eyes burn/turn red

Stop breathing OR breathe fast

Lose appetite

Frowning

Darting eyes

Blinking quick or not at all

Pounding heart

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[silly-mime]

Just two divorced parents exchanging their kid on the weekend

[digitallangel]

i want andrew neiman soooo bad

[yourmomxx]

Top Gun: Maverick is now my comfort movie and none of you can stop me.

[lumaxisbomb]

Tbh

[robinsteve]

i’ve been thinking about lucas and max a lot since the trailer came out- specifically, how their relationship is presented in contrast to the other non-adult ships (jancy + mileven) and why the different treatment endears them to me so much.

i don’t hate nancy + jonathan and mike + eleven (just not my cup of tea!) but both relationships are built on this foundation of “shared trauma” and “being indebted to each other” and “soulmates,” and, as finn wolfhard put it, being a “leech” on the other person “that you can’t fucking peel off.” 💀

this is so different from lumax, who are marketed and perceived in-show with a less… intense focus. it’s more of “i like talking to you, madmax” and shared interests and whatnot and there aren’t so many weighty expectations about the future of their relationship. notably, lucas + max are the only pair that isn’t shoved together. correct me if i’m wrong, but lucas seeks max out without prompting from anyone, tells her the truth on his own, asks her to dance without any nudges from mike or murray or even steve. and it’s not like there’s anyone encouraging max to return his affections, either. it just kind of happens organically.

to be clear, i don’t think shared trauma or encouragement from others automatically sets up a couple for failure. however, there is a marked difference in how some couples (jancy, mileven) are mostly characterized as soooooulmates forever and ever whereas others (lumax, jopper) are simply presented as people who like each other and find comfort in each other and want to maintain close relationships. it’s precisely because of this lack of expectations that i am looking forward to lumax reconciling after enduring the events of s4. i would have no trouble believing a scenario in which they decide to build a more serious, stable relationship- without falling prey to any of the promises that everyone seems to hold jancy and mileven to at gunpoint 😵‍💫 

ambiguity is usually my best friend but i think lumax is one of the few pairs i’m genuinely okay with being “locked” into endgame, even though they’re (ironically) broken up at the beginning of s4 with no guarantee of getting back together. of course, s4 could easily shake things up. maybe they end up hating each other. maybe they think, “you know what, we’re better off as friends.” maybe max dies or falls into a magical decadelong coma (god forbid). but no matter what happens in s4 that’s where i’m at right now!

[linwritesif]

A List of Prompts

because yeah i think it would be helpful if there was a comprehensive list of those, so

ANGST. want to cry? here's some onion for you.

fighting/intense

someone is injured

protective

reluctant allies

shedding a tear

secret relationship--getting caught and confronted

enemies to lovers

corruption arc

sentence starters

forbidden love

101 ways to break the characters (and readers) heart

broken trust

hit em where it hurts

for the damaged

short angst sentence starters

soft angst sentence starters

high pain tolerance

dark and angsty sentence starters

from the villain

SMUT / NSFW. having horny thoughts? endulge.

action prompts

subtle intimacy

sexual tension

kissing starters

smut dialogue prompts

sfw friends with benefits

types of kisses

soft dirty talk sentence starters

consent is sexy

spicy actions

subtle smut sentence starters

nonverbal sexual situations

bdsm and dom/sub prompts

build the tension

love and leashes

FLUFF. for when your heart needs healing.

simple actions.

forehead touches.

things done while spooning

things done while dancing

oblivious idiots in love

idiots in love

dancing prompts

dialogue prompts

simple touches

casual affections

soft and sweet sentence starters

types of hugs

comforting

domestic intimacy

comforting actions

soft touches

BITTERSWEET. for those who like to hurt and then soothed.

reassuring your lover

reassuring your lover pt. 2

sacred moments

hurt/comfort prompts.

hero x villain prompts

lovers in denial

comforting a lover after a nightmare

grumpy x sunshine

enemies with benefits

noticing trauma

all about the yearning

found family

nightmares and sleeping

reassuring

reunion after (physical) trauma

possessive/territorial

for the heavy hearted

enemies to lovers

hero x villain sentence starters

dissociation starters

intervention

enemies to lovers and lovers to enemies

[beeangxt]

[harlstark]

s02e02 x s04e05 parallels

[lumaxisbomb]

So I love Lumax and byler

[nick-nellson]

STRANGER THINGS 4.04 Dear Billy