#bill x holden

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Mindhunter + text posts and tweets [part 1]

#this post got gradually darker but I guess that's in tune with the show itself #mindhunter #holden ford #bill tench #wendy carr #bill x holden #jonathan groff #holt mccallany #anna torv #mindhunterplustextposts

[8ripecunts]

personal space, who is she?

#bill x holden #bill tench #holden ford #mindhunter #you know That One Episode this is based from #haven't drawn in weeks......im sorry mindhunties..been busy #don't worry We move

[dailycamart]

a hard day's night

#mindhunter #holden ford #bill tench #mindhunter fanart #bill x holden #my art #fanart #digiart #mmmm been working on this since last month #finishing one mindhunter fanart wip at a time.....slowly but surely.......

[silcoitus]

They're the same picture

#mindhunter #detroit become human #connor x hank #bill x holden

[tomwambsgays]

gunn wanted bill to be holden's blinders

but shepard thinks it's better if holden was tied on a leash

#mindhunter #holden ford #bill tench #bill x holden #mindhunter fanart #my art #yeah i know it's the baby leash meme but i turned it into a dog leash #because..........haha... don't get me started with holden's dog metaphors/dog motif #but im normal. gonna be normal about this

[suddenlyschwinn]

this whole sequence

#just guys being dudes #bill x holden #bill tench #billholden #holden ford #jonathan groff #holt mccallany #mindhunter #the brainrot is real

[rebvilla]

late night

#mindhunter #holden ford #bill tench #bill x holden #my art

[takada0112]

movie night

#bill x holden

[crownofstardustandbone]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Hello love, thank you so much for sending this!!

First up is a story I wrote not too long ago "Mercy Mercy Please (The Monster in Me)" which is a Theo x Liam Teen Wolf fic that is an enemies to hate fuckers to lovers story with 20k words of dirty, nasty, kinky dub-con hate fucking lol I love this one so much because I haven't written this dynamic before and these two are just PERFECT for it.

Next up is "Prussian Blue" which is a Clark x Bruce superbat story in which Bruce gets irradiated to lethal levels and Clark frantically tries to find a way to stop him from dying, while also being forced to confront the depths of his feelings for Bruce. I love this one because it's angsty (big surprise LOL), but also because of the relationships I built between Clark and Alfred, and Clark and Bruce--I think they're well characterized and engaging. Plus I did a SHIT TON of research into the acute effects of radiation sickness and the treatments for it, which is where the title comes from--Prussian Blue is a pretty standard treatment for radiation poisoning!

My next one I'll talk about is hands down my favorite thing I've written in the last few years because it's so unbearably tender. "Ribs Cracked Open, A Home Made Within" is a Geralt x Jaskier story that came about because I had this idea that with his extra mutagens, Geralt would probably be hypersensitive to the point of pain, and wondered what that would look like within canon. I also really wanted Geralt to be handled with care and affection and tenderness because we never really see that in canon, and when someone is so hurt by the world and so self loathing, I desperately crave stories where they get to be treated tenderly.

Next is "Handful of Aces, Pocketful of Nines" which is a Holden x Bill Mindhunter story that came about after a rewatch while I was high and had my brain go galaxy mode and see them as a ship 😂This story follows canon and is filled to the brim with yearning, internalized homophobia, and so much angst it'll break your heart! I love this one because it's got so many tropes that I adore, and I think is a very compelling story of two people who don't know how to love each other, but also don't know how not to love each other.

Finally, is "Unbroken" which I consider to be my Steve x Tony magnum opus lol This story is my baby--I spent two years writing it, during which time I was in grad school, working full time, doing an internship and trying to get homework done. It's angsty and full of pining, hurt/comfort, whump, and all the other tasty tropes that I adore. It's a complicated story about a complicated relationship--Steve is found in the ice during Tony's childhood and comes to live with the Starks where he serves as a friend and protector for Tony. Tony loves him, and when life intervenes, they're married to protect Tony from being given to Obie--but that doesn't mean things get any easier. I do honestly think that this is the best thing for stony that I ever have and ever will write, and I hope more folks give it a shot despite that underage tag lol

#my fics #my writing #thiam #superbat #geraskier #bill x holden #stony

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Mindhunter + text posts and tweets [part 3]

#there's been some Mindhunter on my dash recently *waves at boywonderrr* and it's inspiring me to join in and post a couple of drafts #hadn't shared this post with y'all yet for example #wendy carr #holden ford #bill tench #bill x holden #mindhunter #mindhunterplustextposts

[8ripecunts]

holden 100% turns up at bills home when nancy and brian are at her moms for the weekend under the guise of ‘im just handing u some files’. holden knows what he wants but bill is all about protecting the peace and boundaries (its his family home afterall!) hijinks ensues (they fuck, cos holden always gets what he wants) and he eats up how he gets to have bill in his marital bed

#anon #ask #mindhunter #bill x holden #holden ford #bill tench #i was supposed to simply answer “yea anon ur right 👍” #but i dont wanna sound like a snob so here's a lil comic #.........which i got too carried away that i worked on this for an entire week askdjsfh #i dont usually tag my self indulgent work with the main title of the show #but i spent way too much time on this so im forcing everyone to see this #another “idk how to write fics but i can draw so let's make a comic of that idea” moment #yea i gave bill bangs bc lets be real that stupid flattop wouldnt last after an hour of sweaty fucking

[justsomebirdy]

Too lazy to edit these to make them look nice but here’s some Mindhunter doodles I’ve just had lurking in my sketchbook :) last one is an OC

#Mindhunter #bill x holden #my art #sketchbook #these are mostly pencil but the markers are they grey tone copic set if anyone is curious

[blaineskindagay]

CURSE YOU, BILL X HOLDEN SHIPPERS, AND YOUR FANART THAT I CAN’T HELP BUT REBLOG!!!!

#I am not one of you #and i never will be #but you draw so goddamn well #ahhhhh #mindhunter #holden ford #bill tench #bill x holden

[tomwambsgays]

they overslept and missed their flight

#bill x holden #bill tench #holden ford #mindhunter #mindhunter fanart #my art #i love drawing eepy gays :) #like if you know me that's all i ever draw mostly #it gives me an excuse not to render the entire thing & play with light #dw theyre gonna bicker later and blame each other for not waking the other one up

[moriavis]

Maybe in another life kisses - Holden Ford/Bill Tench

How is this the longest of my fills so far? Repressed men are ridiculous. This is unedited, but I hope you enjoy it!

This is post S2 because of delicious angst. <3

~*~

Bill tossed back his scotch and wiped his mouth against his forearm, turning his attention to the left where the TV was playing the news, the sound lost beneath the bustling of the bar. Going home would be the smart thing, but he couldn't stomach going home to an empty house. He was too drunk— his loneliness would be unbearable. Hell, there were people at the bar and the solitude was still crushing him.

"Hey," he said, waving his hand to get the bartender's attention. "Pay phone. Where's it?" The bartender pointed back toward the bathrooms, and Bill slapped down a ten on the bar before he staggered to his feet. No one was using the phone, and Bill allowed a quiet gratitude to filter through him as he dialed a number.

"Holden Ford. How can I help you?" Bill smirked at the distracted tone of Holden's voice; he was probably working on another case. He'd been itchy since Atlanta, not that Bill could blame him.

"It's me," he said. "I wanted to know if I could crash at your place tonight. I've been drinking."

"Bill?" Holden's attention seemed to sharpen. "Are you okay? Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Nah, just wanted to know if you were out. I can get a cab."

"Bill, yeah. Of course you can come to my place."

"Okay." Bill closed his eyes against the dim, pulsing lights of the bar. "I'll be there later." He ended the call without bothering to say goodbye and then looked at the small community corkboard for the taxi services that were always advertised in the local dives.

Once he made his call, Bill made his way out of the bar, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. He was a god-damned idiot. He should've just found a new job and moved like Nancy had so desperately wanted. The problem was the work was so damned important— the most important thing he'd done so far, maybe the most important thing he would ever do, and it was so hard to balance with the needs of the people around him who couldn't understand.

The taxi pulled up, and Bill gave the cabbie Holden's address, cracking the window and resting his head against the glass so he could enjoy the breeze. Fortunately the driver seemed to pick up on his mood and didn't offer any chit-chat; Bill tipped him extra for that.

Holden was waiting outside his apartment building, arms folded against his chest, and the tense expression on his face relaxed when Bill walked up to him. "Glad to see you're in one piece."

"Keeping the light on for me, buddy?" Bill had sobered up a little during the drive, but he was still way past tipsy, and he accepted the shoulder Holden offered as they walked through the door together.

"You know it." Holden guided Bill through the hall to the elevator, supporting Bill's weight. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Nope." Bill leaned against the back wall of the elevator and closed his eyes again.

Holden made a brief, assenting noise, a sound that Bill had grown familiar with through hours of interviews. "Anything you need to talk about?"

"Don't give me your bullshit." Bill reached out and punched Holden lightly on the shoulder. Holden made one of those affirmative noises again, and for the first time Bill wondered if he'd made the right decision. Holden understood vulnerability in a way that not many did, knew how to twist it, how to make it work for him, and Bill couldn't help but wonder what sort of crazy connections were going on in Holden's head now. If Bill was giving Holden something he could use against him.

They made it safely to Holden's apartment, and Bill sighed as he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over one the coat rack before he settled on the sofa, laying his head back and resting his forearm over his eyes. He listened to the sounds of life and movement around him— Holden opening and shutting a cabinet, the run of the faucet. He wasn't surprised when Holden brought him a glass of water, but he held it between his palms instead of drinking it.

"You ever think," Bill asked quietly, "that doing the work we do isn't worth it?"

"No," Holden said immediately. "I think what we're doing is incredible. We save lives. We try to find closure for grieving families. Making a sacrifice is worth it."

Bill's mouth twisted in a pained smile, and he looked up, surprised to see Holden standing so close to him. "Nancy and Brian left the house.Didn't leave me a note. Didn't…" he shrugged, unable to find a way to continue that sentence.

Holden sat on the coffee table in front of Bill, close enough that their knees were touching. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"I couldn't go home to an empty house," Bill confessed.

Holden smiled. "You could move in with me."

Bill snorted a laugh and shook his head. "We're a sorry pair of assholes, aren't we? Can't even hold down relationships like normal people anymore."

Holden was quiet for a long time before he spoke again. "Most people  don't see the things we do. They can't understand why it's important, why we can't turn away and let someone else do it instead. To be honest, if it weren't for you and Wendy, I'd probably go nuts."

"Yeah. Someone's gotta keep your head screwed on straight." Bill reached out and patted Holden's knee, already bridging most of the space between them before he realized what he was doing. "Sorry."

Holden shook his head, clenching his hands around the edge of the coffee table to keep them still. "It's normal, I think. You know, when Debbie and I broke up, I… thought about you. You're so confident and solid, and I thought— if I could be more like Bill, maybe people wouldn't see me as a freak."

Bill stared at Holden, backlit by the kitchen lights. His face was unreadable. "We're all freaks," he said. "I'm just better at hiding it."

"Thanks." Holden's tone made it clear he didn't believe what Bill said, and he stood, forcing Bill to crane his head back if he wanted to keep looking. "Forget about tonight, just drink your water. The guest room's open."

Bill drank his water, and Holden vanished into the kitchen with the empty glass. That strange, bubbling loneliness was trying to make itself known again so he followed Holden, watching him wash the glass and put it back in the cupboard. "You said to forget about tonight? Why?"

Holden shrugged, still turned away from Bill. "We're having a conversation about shitty things at two in the morning on a Friday night. Nothing good ever comes of those."

Bill reached out for Holden's arm, silently urging him to turn around. Relief lit through him when Holden didn't jerk away. "If you're giving me a 'get out of jail free' card, figure I should do something to deserve it."

Holden frowned, tilting his head up just a little to look at Bill; Bill had never been happier about their two inch difference in height. "What are you talking about?"

Bill shook his head. "You talk too much." He leaned in, letting the heat of Holden's body warm him, and then paused. When was the last time he and Nancy slept close enough to feel those small markers of intimacy? He couldn't even remember.

"Bill?" Holden's voice was rough, panicky, and he grabbed onto Bill's arms like he was desperate for a lifeline, and Bill pressed forward, closing the last gap between them.

Bill had thought about kissing Holden a couple of times, if he was going to be honest with himself. When he was bratty, when he put himself in danger, there was always a weird thought in the back of his head that if they kissed, he'd probably like it. It was just a thought. He'd always had Nancy.

Now though, in Holden's dimly lit kitchen, Bill pretended. What would it be like to work with this weird, smart man and then come home with him at night? Maybe they'd switch off on who made dinner. With their salaries combined, they could share a house with a deck, and spend an evening with steaks on the grill when there was nice weather. He'd convince Holden that golf was a respectable sport. And at the end of each day, they could kiss just like this, lingering together after the chores were done. 

Holden's bottom lip quivered against Bill's, and Bill curled his hand around the nape of Holden's neck, keeping him in place. There wasn't a place for 'what if?' in real life, so Bill poured every bit of softness and possibility between them.

Holden made a sound as if he'd been punched, and the tight grip he had on Bill's forearms changed, his hands clinging to Bill's shoulders instead. For a second, Holden kissed Bill harder— and then he turned his face away, flushed and shaking as he leaned against the sink. "That's not fair."

"No," Bill agreed. "It's not." Bill let Holden go and walked away, focusing on each step until he made it to the guest room and shut the door.

Then he locked it. Not for his sake, but for Holden's.

~*~

#mindhunter #bill tench #holden ford #bill x holden #there's no portmanteau for this relationship?? #writing mindhunter fic in 2023 #what is my life?

[impracsoph]

#bill x holden #holden ford #bill tench #mindhunter #there will be sequels #aka bill puts sandwich down to eat holden’s hussy