#illogicalhusbands

[noire73]

So, this was meant for “Day 1 - Enemies to Friends” for the Illogical Husbands week but I didn’t have time last week due to work, BUT I already had the sketches done so I wanted to finish it. 

[illogicalhusbands]

Bill and Alec bein cozy in the early morning. Alec having decided to make breakfast, so he's puttering around the kitchen when two hands find his hips. The warmth of Bill's chest presses to his back, and he almost giggles when the hands move to wrap around his waist. Instead, he grabs one of the hands around him and brings Bill's palm to his mouth, kissing small "good mornings" into it while Bill kisses the trail of freckles along his shoulders. V soft morning

i might have misread your prompt and only realised it right as i am typing this i apologise fucfshjinkscsx

[aziraphales-library]

do you have any good illogical husbands fic recommendations? :)

Hello!

Here’s some Illogical Husband fics I would recommend:

A Collapse (in judgement) by Handsome_Shark (T)

Alec has been working himself to the bone, not taking care of himself at all. He finally gets to take a little vacation to visit his boyfriend in London, but the stress and exhaustion plus to much wine catch up to him at the worst time.

I Find You Attractive (Why?) by RedShirtWriter34567 (E)

Bill wonders why Alec finds him attractive.

Touch Me by RedShirtWriter34567 (NR)

Alec is the most touch-starved person Bill has ever met.

There’s also this Alec Hardy/William Masters tag on AO3 that might help you find more fics here.

There’s also some really good illogical husband fics written by @bewareofchris and @illogicalhusbands on Tumblr!

~ Mod G

[it-is-ineffable]

Illogical Husbands Week 2019, day five: Job Switch. Extended

I know Illogical Husbands Week is over, but I kinda wanted to draw Bill in a uniform, so here is a companion piece to my original day five post.

@illogicalhusbands

[bewareofchris]

illogical week | day 1

G? | Alec Hardy/Bill Masters | Broadchurch/Masters of Sex | None | “Enemies to Lovers”

a/n: @illogicalhusbands, this is the loosest interpretation of the prompt I think I’ve ever managed.

It was worth noting that it was only a child’s birthday party.  In fact, the entire debacle from start to finish had been Fred’s fault.  You couldn’t blame a boy for wanting to show off how well he’d learned to make use of his legs.  A child needed to be rewarded for his accomplishments; no decent person was going to argue against that.  

Fred had shown off his running with an enthusiasm that couldn’t be matched.  He’d commanded an entire crowd of full-grown men and women to line up at an imaginary starting line and he’d raced them all from one end of the field to the other.  No matter how many times they went (and they had gone more than enough times) Fred clapped his hands on the finish line and shouted: “Again!”

Children had a uniquely efficient way of making fools of adults.

Adults had an unfortunate way of taking all the fun out of things.

“Oh come on,” Ellie said.  She was holding a glass of bright-red-juice while she smiled at him from the sidelines of this increasingly silly little game.  Her pink-faced terror was standing there on the start line waiting for his opponents to line up.  “Don’t be a spoilsport.”

“I can’t race him,” Alec protested.  He was grasping for a reason why he couldn’t possibly do it and the only one that even came close to being true was: “I’ll look like an idiot, getting beaten in a foot race by a baby.”

Ellie’s eyebrow seemed to indicate that he had uncovered her exact intention.  “Bill can race with you.”

Bill had been at the snack table, picking through the various offerings.  He was dressed in business casual, as if he’d expected to run into off duty doctors and potential investors at a child’s party.  He looked over at the sound of his name, “what can I do?”

“You can race.”

“No,” Bill said.

Fred’s brilliantly happy face was dropping into a somber look of confusion.  He was squinting up at Alec with a growing realization that his fun party game had reached an end.  (All party games had to end sometime.)  

Alec sighed, and looked away from the adorable faced little monster and over at Bill, “because you know I’d beat you?”

“Excuse me?” Bill said.  “You wouldn’t beat me in a race.”

“He’s got long legs,” Ellie said from the side, “he’s practically all legs.  That’s got to be good for something.”

“Legs only take you so far, when’s the last time you saw him doing anything remotely athletic?”

“I’m standing right here,” Alec snapped.  “If you’re afraid to get beaten by a man with a mechanical heart, that’s fine, you’re right, you will be.  Better not to embarrass yourself in front of all these,” he motioned his arms around to indicate the nursery school friends that had come for cake.  “Children.”

“I think Mr. Hardy would win,” Tom added from the side.

“Yes, thank you, Tom.”

Bill dusted his hands and walked over to the imaginary start line.  He was glaring at Alec as Fred danced in place with sheer joy.  “This is silly,” Bill said like a threat.  “And I will win.”

“We’ll see,” Alec said.

Ellie cleared her throat from the side, “to the end of the yard and back to the start line, as quick as you can.  Ready, set, go.”

Neither Ellie nor Bill had been wrong about Alec.  He did have significantly long legs and he did not get enough exercise.  The length of his legs was only as good as his ability to use that advantage; which was to say that it was more a hindrance.  

The only real advantage Alec had was Fred, who was reliably known to run diagonally across the field and always to the right.  He ran directly in front of Bill as soon as he heard the word go.  That afforded Alec a precious few seconds head start to gain speed before Bill managed to find a path clear enough to avoid hitting the kid.  

Bill turned when Fred did, halfway down the field rather than at the end of it.  Alec shouted: “cheater!” 

“Slowpoke!” Bill shouted back.

There was a great swell of cheering and shouting at the finish line.  Fred fell into his Mother’s arms as Bill slowed back to a walk and smiled smugly at Alec as he pushed his foot across the line.  

“You cheated,” Alec said when he jogged to a stop.  It didn’t matter if Bill cheated, or if it was stupid to start with.  It didn’t matter that half the adults at the party were strangers, or that Ellie would never let him live down losing to a baby.  It only mattered that he’d done; that he could run like an idiot.  That he could stand there with a little too much wind in his breath and a light sheen of sweat on his brow.  His heart was behaving.

“Alright?” Bill asked.

“Yeah,” Alec assured him.  “You?”

“I did win.”  Bill had a way of leaning into you, a sort of shuffle, half-step that he did before you realized it.  Suddenly you were holding hands with him and you couldn’t remember how it started.  By the time you were holding hands, you had the irrepressible urge to kiss him. 

Bill Masters did have a very kissable grin.

“You cheated,” Alec repeated.  But he kissed him anyway.  

“Cake!” Ellie shouted over the noise of the party getting nearly out of control.  “Let’s all eat cake!”

[sunaddicted]

Tagged by the always wonderful @spiritofcamelot

Rule: Post the last line you’ve written and tag as many people as there are words in that line.

Line: It was a simple enough impulse to detangle: James wanted to crush his throat in his hands.

17 folks lol, let's see:

@bewareofchris @acapelladitty @cumdumpsterbrucie @brookebond @happygoloony @thedeevirus @gwylliondream @themuller13 @pamdizzle @butterfliesandresistance @swilmarillion @astudyinfic @nekoii-akwelvhi @illogicalhusbands @lille082 @skylocked @vincturi

[deviousomens]

Creator tag

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2019. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Thank you to @breadcrumbsandstars for tagging me in this!

I’ll have to admit, it took me a while to figure out how to link back to my posts and I’m not entirely sure I even did that right but here we go!

Let’s Just Pretend --This was my first post for Illogical Husbands. And even though I didn’t know at the time that this was their ship name I threw something out there and it just took off.

The Funeral , The Reunion & Home- I’m cheating here with this but these 3 posts are special to me because they inspired other people to create something from them. For The Funeral, @quakerlasss wrote this fic and for The Reunion, @justachaoticfangirl  wrote this fic. For Home @illogicalhusbands wrote the fic attached in the post. Thank you again to you all!

A Short Killer Husbands Reunion ---not my first post for Killer Husbands (or Kiltly) but one of the more elaborate ones I could come up with.

The Letter ---I’m so proud of this fic because after almost 2 years of starting and never finishing countless fics I managed to finish this one.

Illogical Husbands Week Job Switch ---This was the first time I participated in any of these Week challenge things and I managed to do 4 out of the 5 days. But I’m mostly proud of this post because of the artwork ;)

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If you’d like to do this, @quakerlasss , @mj-irl and @hurtslikeyourmouth then I’d love to see it. If not, that’s cool as well.

[michealanddavidprojects]

Gostou? Shippa os #IllogicalHusbands ?

História completa aqui: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/what-it-takes-17843013

Dúvido que resistam a Bill e Alec!

[deviousomens]

Thank you for the patience, kindness and love! @hurtslikeyourmouth, @curlycutiepetunia, @quakerlasss, @assassin-or-templar-56, @rossieash, @illogicalhusbands, @mj-irl, @noire73, @brokenfannibal, @breadcrumbsandstars, @stardust-andwine

<3

[noire73]

This was going to be my entry for “Day 2 - Let’s date” for the Illogical Husbands week, based on Part 14 of Public Relations by the amazing @bewareofchris. You can also read this in AO3!

Drawing Bill with a beard was really fun and Alec is always a joy to draw.

[illogicalhusbands]

Illogicalhusbands fics and drabbles are now on AO3 for easier navigation and a better reading experience! Sorry it took a while, I didn’t want to commit to AO3 until I was sure that the fics were expansive enough already, but as this blog has hit more than 400 followers I’m guessing we’re already past the point of no return.

The blog now also has a navigation page (top of the left sidebar) which makes it easier to sort through our content! Enjoy your stay and happy shipping x

[bewareofchris]

i need more alec and bill fic aaaaaaaaaaa

Lucky for you it’s illogical week starting tomorrow.  I think the tag is going to be #illogicalweek2019 or somesuch.  @illogicalhusbands has the actual details

[deviousomens]

Thanks for the David Tennant and Michael Sheen hugs @curlycutiepetunia 😁 and you'd get one right back.

I'm definitely giving out hugs (assuming they are okay with that) to @hurtslikeyourmouth , @quakerlasss and @illogicalhusbands

Ya'll don't have to reblog or tag anyone if you don't want since you've already been tagged 🙂

Reblog if you wish you could teleport so you could give your tumblr friends a hug.

Tag your friends if you want!  (It’s optional obviously, but encouraged.  Spread the peace and love)

[deviousomens]

As Illogical Husbands Week comes to an end I just wanna give a big shout out to @illogicalhusbands.

Thank you so much for doing this for us! You're amazing!

To all the fans that participated, who wrote, drew, scribbled, photoshopped and maniped, thank you for the all the new content and for dedicating your time to this ship.

One a personal note, I just wanted to say, and this might sound a little cheesy but this was really fun and it seriously brought new life to me. It brought me out of my writing funk and helped me to start writing again And for someone who hasn't completed a single story in almost 2 years that's saying something.

Who knows if it will last but right now I'm riding the wave as I do my best to I write a full length fic. You don't know how incredible it feels to want to write and to actually be able to again. To be sitting somewhere and thinking up dialogue or watching a movie and remembering that you really gotta fix that one sentence so it doesn't throw off the whole paragraph. I've missed feeling this way.

I'm excited to be writing again and I'm writing again because of this ship and because of all of your support. So, thank you!

and on that mushy note, I'm outta here...

[noire73]

illogical week (Bill Masters x Alec Hardy) Day 5- Job switch

Rated: G

I wanted to do more for this the illogical week from @illogicalhusbands prompts, but I couldn’t make time for it, but I really, really wanted to write this. I’ll put this on my AO3 later on along with the probably other 4 days i missed xD.

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“I can’t imagine having your job,” Alec had said almost out of nowhere during one of the rare breakfast moments Bill managed to force his spindly boyfriend into having.

“Why not? I thought we had agreed that in concept it’s a very similar situation,” Bill said, folding his newspaper. “We both need to be prepared for an emergency as we could get called at unexpected hours, we have to deal with people on a daily basis, late shifts-”

“Yes-no but, I mean- I don’t think I could bare telling an expecting mother their baby-” Alec pursed his lips, stuttering for a moment before he found the right words to continue. “It’s hard enough as it is on my side, I wouldn’t want to have to experience it from the very beginning like you do.”

Bill sighed painfully. He knew what had prompted this, he just wondered why it had taken Alec this long to comment about it. A few days ago, Bill was called in the middle of the night to perform an emergency c-section to an unfortunate miscarriage. Alec had been the one to drive him to the hospital, arriving just before the ambulance had.

When Bill had returned from the ER, he had been white as a sheet of paper, hands in his pockets, and gaze firmly stuck to the floor tiles. He had avoided the waiting room -where Alec had stubbornly decided to stay- the minute he had seen him from afar, not wanting to give into the suffocating need of grabbing him by the hand and running away from the hospital. He didn’t want to see the disappointed look on the would’ve-been older siblings. He didn’t want to have to see an elderly woman cry, small, fragile thing; he most certainly didn’t want to see the husband’s reaction, the sheer devastating realization of impotency, and anger. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of himself when he had been on the man’s shoes.

It had been so long ago. Why now? Why was he being haunted by it now?

Bill had been so out of it, he didn’t see Alec approach him until he felt his hands softly on his arms. He tried to look at the taller man but he couldn’t will his eyes up or even lift his head just a tiny fraction. His eyes rested on the second button of Alec’s shirt, fighting a hard battle to keep the tears at bay. 

“Six months,” he barely whispered. “Stillbirth. We took it- took... out of her to- to prevent infection.”

“Bill-”

“Get me out of here,” Bill commanded in a shaky voice (barely louder than before) still not looking up at Alec, who didn’t take much convincing before he was leading them back to the car, a hand on his back the only thing he cared to focus on. The trip back home had been a complete blur of shadows and blinking lights. 

They didn’t talk, even though Bill could see from the corner of his eyes how Alec would sometimes look at him before huffing loudly. He had not been in the mood to talk about it yet, but having Alec beside him trying to figure out what was appropriate to do or say was really getting on his nerves, even though most of the times he found it endearing. Bill waited until a red light.

“I bought a couple of Cabernet Sauvignon from my last trip back to the States,” Bill placed a hand on Alec’s knee, squeezing softly, trying his best to look at Alec. “Maybe we could open one if you want.”

“If you’re up for it, yeah,” Alec dropped a hand from the wheel to cover Bill’s, entwining their fingers together. “There’s still some leftovers from earlier, we could- if you’re hungry, I mean,” his thumb was rubbing circles on Bill’s little finger.

“Yes, sounds nice,” Bill tried to smile, feeling just a small tug at the corner of his lips. Right before the light turned green, Alec lifted their joined hands to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on Bill’s fingers and carefully dropping his hand back to his lap. Bill started to miss Alec’s hand the moment the light change. 

The moment they were back inside the house, Bill leaned heavily against Alec, holding weekly at his jacket. There still was a hesitance in his partner’s response to this sort of contact, even after almost a year into their relationship. It was always a slow reach of hands that would snake their way up his back until they were wrapped around his shoulders. Slowly but surely, Bill thought. For all bones and sharp edges, Bill found out Alec gave pretty good hugs, always feeling the safest when he was cradled in his arms; that time hadn’t been an exception. 

As soon as Bill rested his head on Alec’s shoulder, his thin arms moved to encircle his shoulders, resting his scratchy cheek on Bill’s temple. He wasn’t hungry, he didn’t even want to drink really, he just wanted to lay in bed as the soft rhythm of his boyfriend’s breathing, the thumping of his once feeble heart. 

That’s all he needed. That’s all he wanted, but his feet were firmly planted on the floor. Not really knowing what else to do, his body completely frozen and unwilling to move, Bill finally left himself go, feeling a wretched sob tear through his body as he grasped Alec closer.

They held like that for a long time, with Alec whispering sweet, encouraging words on Bill’s ear. His arms eventually dropped down his waste to keep them upright better. Eventually Bill pushed himself away, apologising as he tried to dry his tears with the back of his hand roughly enough to feel the stinging drag of the skin, before Alec held on to it and whispered a soft “don’t do that.”

Moving to the living room with bottle and two glasses on hand, they sat there side by side, drinking slowly. At some point, Alec had reached an arm behind Bill, supporting it on the back of the couch, Bill started talking; he narrated what happened a few hours ago with detail, making Alec squirm just a couple of times (not really finding it in his heart to stop Bill as the medical report seemed to calm him down, even though Alec was having a hard time following up the more technical terms). It wasn’t until he reached the part where he had held the baby in his hands that he stopped, looking to a point far beyond the wall. 

Although he drew a couple of conclusions as to why this had affected his doctor so much, he was still unprepared to hear it.

“It happened to us. To Libby and me. I held our- I held her in my arms and I just- I…” he had been so stupid. “Our first success after so many attempts… after many failures,” said Bill, spinning his glass of wine by the stem with a shaky thumb and middle finger. “I was so afraid of- of how things would change. If I was really up for it or if I was even going to be a good father -which, well, we know had that turned out- that I thought it had been my fault she died because I didn’t want her...”

“Oh, Bill, that’s-”

“I know- I know. It took me a while to understand how out of my control that had been. Or- or so I thought,” Bill downed the rest of the wine. “I’ve been present for many similar procedures to this one but this time, it felt- if felt too close to home.”

Alec reached for the bottle, unsure of what he could even say to something like that. He filled their glasses with what was left, watching Bill make a face at his, wishing it was something ‘stronger’ than wine. “Look, Bill-”

“Do you ever regret choosing being a Detective?” Bill turned to look at him a bit more abruptly than his wine-dazed mind had appreciated. 

It took him a couple of seconds longer than he intended, still a bit aghast from the sudden change in their conversation. “No.” 

“Even after all the things you’ve been through? That- that thing about being the, er, ‘Worse Cop in Britain' thing?” Bill leaned closer to Alec, pales eyes trained on the other’s darker ones.

“I-It has its ups and downs, like any career. Aren’t you the same?”

Bill sat further down the couch with pouty wiggle. “I guess so…”

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Regret it?” Alec asked in almost a whisper.

“Not really. I knew what I wanted to be very early on. Never saw myself as anything else,” Bill took a couple of sips of his wine. With an amused snort, he continued: “Imagine me as a lawyer or a politician.”

“Wouldn’t vote for you, that’s for sure.”

“Well, I wouldn’t for you either,” Bill elbowed him softly.

Alec pushed back. “As a lawyer I think you would be quite fierce and unrelenting. Wouldn’t want to be the poor bastard that had to go opposite of you, though.” 

“Like you wouldn’t be the same,” they laughed, the bubbly feeling of the wine was finally make its effects present. “How about a Detective? What do you think?”

“Oh, you want my job?” Alec said with a wide grin, his arm had fallen into Bill’s shoulders, pulling him closer as he teased.

“We could switch. I could be the Detective Investigator while you’re the Doctor for a week and then we switch back the next one.”

“That would be a terrible idea! Can’t even find your own house keys in the morning, ya want to find a criminal like that?” 

Bill slapped him in the knee with his free hand while having a giggling fit. It was rare to see a drunk Bill Masters enjoying himself instead of the angry and  tired mess he occasionally allowed to surface. Alec was determined on keep making him laugh like that more for as long as he could.

“Seriously though, I have terrible bedside manners, you would probably lose a lot of patients because of me.”

“Might be more fit for the morgue, then,” Bill slurred.

The gasp that escape Alec sent Bill into another fit of laughter, having to resign on leaving his empty glass of wine on the side table to prevent himself from dropping it. 

“You cheeky bastard!”

That had been days ago; the idea of switching careers stayed with them for a couple of nights. Nights that served to show both men that they would’ve probably died of hunger as actors. Still, they entertained the idea for long enough were Bill would sometimes refer to Alec as ‘Dr. Hardy’ when on the telephone and Alec would call him ‘Detective Masters’ in return. Bill didn’t think he would’ve taken it as a serious consideration until he sat down for breakfast.

“You thought about that often, then?”

“Not often, no,” Alec played with his omelette. “It came to mind recently.” 

Bill nodded, having to agree on daydreaming on the ‘what ifs’ a couple of times. “To tell you the truth, I couldn’t see myself in your place either. I don’t think I would be able to cope with the things you’ve seen. I admire you for that.” 

The sudden declaration took Alec off-guard, looking at Bill with wide-eyes. “Um, er, yeah- yes. Likewise.”

[vincturi]

@illogicalhusbands

I think one of the best, no strangest, nope best things to come out the GO fandom is the very odd phenomenon of shipping Michael and David’s previous characters together. It’s like we’ve only just realized how much we were robbed of the amazing chemistry between these two actors and are trying our damnedest to rectify that.

These are the two I’ve seen the most of so far, and the gif edits / fics/ fanart have been pretty amazing. Are there any I’ve missed? 

Peter Vincent (Fright Night) / Aro (Twilight)

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) / Bill Masters (Masters of Sex)