#ihni

[cheleik]

Nah

I have no idea sorry

#ihni #sam and max #art #fanart #sam and max fanart

[luckylocus]

For @ihni! Billy feels pretty. And witty. And bright.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #ihni #this was short but so much fun! #glad you like it! #my edits #julie andrews

[disdaidal]

Touch starved roommates, touch starved ROOMMATES!

Oh 🙊 This is one of my favorite tropes, honestly. I've also loved writing this one (even if it's not a ST ship, but anyway).

This turned out a bit long (I was supposed to post a small snippet only) but oh well:

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Slowly, Cloud started running his long, slender fingers through Zack's hair again. Massaging the scalp underneath with gentle, rotating motions. The blond tried his best not to gawk at his gorgeous raven-haired friend whose head rested comfortably on his lap. Bright blue eyes speckled with mako green, half-lidded and hazy—long dark eyelashes spread like a curtain around them—, stirring prettily every time Cloud's fingers hit the spot. Cloud bit his lower lip and barely held back a whine when Zack's eyes closed, and the other man suddenly hummed deep and low in his throat. A sound which vibrated deep within his chest, and came out less like a sigh and more like a small moan. If Cloud didn't know any better, he could've sworn this moment between them had slowly turned almost... erotic. The thought alone made him swoon, just a little bit. His mind had quickly drifted off somewhere else for a moment—to a land far, far away filled with dreams and inappropriate desires regarding his best friend slash roommate—that Cloud knew he should not even consider doing, let alone be thinking of. Deep in thought, swirling through a hot daydream, Cloud's hands had gradually stalled over Zack’s head. His mind spiraling out of control and entering an unknown territory, that felt both strange and good; far better than his reality. His head spun, his ears rang with the blood rushing through them, and his chest suddenly constricted with emotions and desires that couldn't be unleashed, so he kept them safely locked inside his mind instead. That is until a snap of fingers interrupted him. Cruelly pulling and dragging him away from that sweet, sweet, hot daydream, that made him feel so happy and safe for a moment. Away in a dream. Cloud blinked dumbly. His big, baby blue eyes all wide and confused. "Huh?" And there it was again. That wide, playful grin that Zack used whenever he was flirty—with Cloud, or just anyone, really. The corners of his eyes wrinkled with joy while his turquoise eyes glinted and sparkled with this sudden, self-satisfied mischief.

"Where were you? You kind of zoned out for a bit," Zack asked, smirking. "Were you daydreaming about me?" Cloud's face burned. He looked away, not wanting to witness that stupid, smug grin plastered on Zack's stupid, smug handsome face, that Cloud had become all too familiar with and knew like the back of his hand. Unlike Zack, Cloud was painfully shy on most days, and his cocky roommate love to tease him and make him blush.

Cloud wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Not today, not now. “Don’t be ridiculous, Zack. Why would I ever daydream about you?” “Hmm, let me see...” Zack put a finger on his lower lip, pretending to look thoughtful there for a moment. Cloud considered punching him just for that. “Oh, I know! Cause I’m hot, irresistible and funny?" "Umm, how about modest?" Zack hummed, casually and unironically, and continued, "'Without me, your life would be lonely, boring and miserable. 'Cause you're not exactly a people person, Cloud; you don't actually go out and put effort into making new friends and connections, so that's where I come in. I bring them here and take us to all these cool parties, so you won't have to sit here alone and die of boredom. Also, not to be mean or anything but you can't cook to save your life. Like, seriously, dude. You lived off of microwave foods and energy drinks for months until this one mysterious, handsome chef moved in, took over your kitchen and saved your day. And every single day he cooks you these nice, delicious meals completely free of charge and out of the goodness of his pure heart because he likes to see you full and happy. So... you're welcome, babe."

Cloud rolled his eyes and wanted to argue that there was absolutely nothing mysterious about Zack. But his lips had already quirked at his friend's words, instantly betraying his delicate, quickly crumbling facade. It hadn't gone unnoticed by Zack whose victorious grin only seemed deepen at this quiet admission. Zack wiggled his eyebrows stupidly, and Cloud could only snort fondly and shake his head at him. This guy. “You’re so full of yourself. You know that, right?” “But I’m not wrong, am I? You'd miss me, terribly.”

#replies #ihni #wip ask game #zakkura #clack #i've fallen into this little rabbit hole #i just love their dynamic so much okay #my writing

[bottombillyapologist]

Harringrove for Turkey drabble for @ihni , the prompt that hit my inspiration nerve was "workout-ish, or a silly injury + care and cuddles after".

Enjoy!

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

It was the first thing Steve had said since Billy had curled up on top of their duvet cover and refused to move. He’d been sitting on the edge of the bed after Billy fled the living room of their apartment. 

Billy knew it had been stupid of him to try, he hadn’t had the same strength in his shoulders since Starcourt. Despite all physical therapy, his left side was permanently weaker than the right. That and a bit of numbness had put him off most heavy lifting. But he still wanted to try. He missed the endorphin rush of a heavy workout, and while he’d been cleared for lighter impact things like swimming and yoga, it still wasn’t the same.

He ran across the idea of calisthenics in one of the books he’d been gifted post-therapy. While some of the concepts weren’t in the cards for him, there were a few that seemed just a few steps past the strength building yoga he had already been doing. 

The look on Steve’s face when he’d shown him the book was telling. Thinly veiled worry, a slight purse to his lips that screamed disapproval. He knew Steve wasn’t going to tell him not to try, but the look made him bristle. He’d snapped the book shut and set it aside for the night. 

It was naive to still hope he could one day get back to where he had been before his injuries. In his heart of hearts, Billy knew that. But it did nothing to dispel the feeling that he was weak for not being able to overcome it. That he couldn't fight his own body for a sense of freedom. He couldn’t move without pain. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t lift. And he didn’t want to accept that this might be as far into recovery as he would ever get.

So Billy had gone behind Steve’s back. It’s not like he needed permission, but every step of his treatment and recovery had been run through Steve. He probably knew Billy’s limits better than his own at this point, and it felt wrong not to tell him. 

Steve was puttering around in the kitchen while Billy went through his regular night exercise routine. He stretched out, did what he could with the hand weights Steve kept under the TV, and only then did he try one of the more advanced exercises. It wasn’t even technically calisthenics. Just a more advanced version of a yoga pose he’d practiced plenty of times. 

He laid out on his yoga mat and pushed up onto his elbows, ignoring the twinge in his shoulder as he got his feet under him. It was kind of like doing a plank, but walking his feet forward until he was up in almost a vertical position, then slowly raising his legs. If he could do it, it would help strengthen his core and get him used to having more weight on his shoulders. Maybe one day he’d be able to do a real handstand again. 

Of course, he got stuck trying to muster the core strength to get off the ground. His back already ached from getting into the position, and he could feel his left shoulder dipping towards the ground. It was frustrating. And in a moment of stupidity, he’d kicked off the ground and tried to force it. 

Predictably, he lost his balance. He managed to flip all the way over, twisting to avoid going straight into the coffee table, but he caught the edge of it on his hip. 

Steve heard the crash. Of course he had, and came running. 

Which led them up to now. 

Billy was embarrassed. He didn’t know how not to be. He hadn’t looked at how bad it was, but he could feel a bruise blooming on his hip. His shoulder was throbbing, and the pain was radiating down his arm through shot nerves and making the whole thing feel like it was on fire. 

He just couldn’t get over how stupid it was of him to try in the first place. He should’ve known by now there was no point in trying to push himself further than he could take. This was a huge step back. He wouldn’t even be able to do his usual routine until this healed. Which could take a week, or it could never be the same again.

Steve was hovering at a distance. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, but waiting for permission from Billy to move closer.

“I should’ve known I wasn’t strong enough to do it. It was stupid to try.”

Steve paused for a beat, and Billy waited for a reprimand. For Steve to tell him, yeah, he shouldn’t have tried because now he’s undone a significant amount of progress.

“Billy, do you know how many times I’ve hit my head in the stairwell since we moved in?” Steve reached out to put a hand on his knee as Billy processed the question. There was a poorly placed overhang in the stairs to their apartment, and while Billy remembered to duck, Steve often didn’t. The first time he’d hit his head was when they were moving. He’d dropped a box of books down the stairs.

“I haven’t even bothered to count, but it’s a lot. No matter how many times I go down those stairs, I forget it’s there. Everyone does shit and hurts themselves accidentally. And there are so many things that are hard for you to do, or that you can’t do, that messing up is part of the process. I love that you try things even when you’re unsure. But baby, you know that means sometimes you find out the hard way it’s not something you can do. It doesn’t make you stupid.”

Billy swallowed down the lump in his throat. No matter how many times he heard the “progress isn’t linear” lecture, it didn’t seem to stick. He focused on Steve’s hand, now stroking up and down his calf, and took a few deep breaths.

It didn’t matter that he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t stupid for trying. Sometimes the only way to find out is the hard way, and it doesn’t make him stupid.

Billy huffed, uncurling from the position he’d taken on top the covers. 

“Ok…”

The smile Steve gave him was fond, and it made him feel silly for believing Steve would think he was stupid in the first place.

“Ok. Can I check you over now?”

Billy nodded. He appreciated that Steve didn’t make a face as he studied the bruising on his side, but moving his shoulder was another story. Billy gasped as he tried to straighten his arm, and Steve winced in sympathy before grabbing his wrist to stop him from moving it further. He gently palpated the joint of Billy’s shoulder, seeming satisfied with whatever he’d found.

“Alright, nothing’s broken but your shoulder seems strained pretty badly. I’m gonna grab an ice pack and some ibuprofen, do you want anything else?”

Billy shook his head, but regardless, Steve came back with a warm cup of his favorite tea and a sling for his arm for later. It took some situating, but once Billy took the ibuprofen in addition to his regular meds, they managed to get positioned with an ice pack balanced on Billy’s hip and another on his shoulder. His head was resting on Steve’s chest, and gentle fingers worked through his hair as listened to Steve’s heartbeat. 

At the end of the day, no matter how many times he screwed up his recovery, they were alive. They had their own apartment. Nothing was going to take Steve away from him any time soon, and that was enough. 

The ache in his body had settled to a dull throb, and the medication he’d been given to help his anxiety made him sleepy. Billy grunted and shifted a bit in Steve’s arms. Steve shushed him, pushing loose curls out of his face. 

“Go to sleep, bud. I’ll have meds ready in the morning.” 

Billy smiled a little at that. He’d probably feel like he’d been hit by a bus when he woke up. But Steve would be there with whatever he asked for, even if it was something ridiculous.

Overall, he had it pretty good.

#harringrove for turkey #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #hurt/comfort #steve harrington/billy hargrove #ihni #prompt

[weird-an]

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 💖

Oh, what a lovely thing! Especially because I write all these fics for myself and the love for the characters in the first place and reread them a lot.

I thought about this for quite a while, so here are my five favourites (at the moment, might change in a minute!):

Daily Affirmations - Billy living with Hopper. "5 times Hopper slowly tries to coax Billy into opening up after taking Billy in + 1 time Billy opens up on his own. "

I love letting the characters work through their issues.

Cross Road Blues

Billy sells his soul to a demon at the cross roads. It's Steve Harrington. Harrington who's apparently a demon and still sucks at school. Neil Hargrove gets a literal mouthful of what he deserves.

I mostly write Canon Divergence, but this was me dipping my toes into another AU. Crossroad! Demon Steve derailed my brain for the whole time. I have a visual mind and it's a whole movie in my mind. - Also hot demon sex?

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Billy getting hot and heavy with Steve and Eddie at Lover's Lake.

I'm really feeling the summer vibes in there. And I love to use smut as a form of liberty and self expression.

A Study In Bruises

Jonathan notices Billy's bruises - and how he looks at Steve.

I enjoy an outsider's POV - and at the same time it was the perfect opportunity to explore the differences and similarities between Jonathan and Billy.

Extended Stay

Billy lives with Joyce and Hopper moves in. It's hard for both of them.

I wrote this for you, Ihni and for myself. Because Billy deserves a home, but a home isn't that easy to build.

Bonus other fandom:

Snake Charmer

Aziraphale becomes interested in snakes - Crowley is jealous.

My first fic for the ineffable husbands. Crowley's POV is so much fun.

Omg, this post has become a ficlet on its own. Thanks for this great ask! I need to love myself a little more.

#thanks for the ask :) #good things #harringrove #ihni #you lovely person

[dragonflylady77]

OMG @ihni I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU!

Fandom friends are great. Harringrove fandom friends are the bestest. 🥰🥰🥰

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #ihni doodles #ihni #i love you #🥰🥰🥰🥰

[missroserose]

You're so good at yoga and pole dancing, AND you come from Real Winters. So, question: how do you feel about ice skating?

Oh man, when I was a kid I adored it—I used to take figure skating lessons, though I never got particularly good (I hadn’t yet developed the temerity to keep practicing until something stopped being impossible, haha). I haven’t gone in ages, though!

Also, fun fact: despite being from a place with Real Winters, I mostly learned to skate in an indoor ice rink in a mall (insert joke about selling ice to Alaskans here). I happened by that mall when I was visiting home last year, and…uh…

I can only assume it was meant to be dyed pink for breast cancer awareness, but I had a good giggle over all the children’s hospital jokes that came to mind 😂😂

#asks #about me #ice skating #ihni

[mourntheantagonist]

I have a question for you. If the boys were to have a day at the mall (season 3 obviously doesn't exist in this), how would the day go? Like, just being teenagers, hanging out on their day off. What would they do, where would they go?

I love this!! Okay so it’s Steve and Billy, so you KNOW they aren’t showing their faces together during the day, lol. Too suspicious.

HOWEVER! They absolutely spend a ton of their summer time at the mall. Billy has a bit more freedom during the summer, and Steve is regularly at the mall after hours anyway working closing shift at scoops. So it’s only logical that they spend all their time in the closed and dark mall running around like little kids because nobody is there to watch them. They break in to all the closed shops and try on clothes. They help themselves to some free food from the food court, hell, they even ride the coin operated horses and cross their fingers that they don’t crumble beneath the weight of them. And of course they break into the Macy’s home section and lay down on one of the display beds. They don’t do anything too scandalous, their clothes stay put, but they absolutely spend a little more time than they should kissing each other underneath blankets worth a fortune.

And word begins to spread about an apparent ghost in the mall, because nothing is ever where anyone left it. Doors left open that employees were sure that they closed. Fitting rooms full when they were sure they had been emptied. Popcorn on the floor of the theater when they were sure they had swept. Robin had begun telling Steve about this apparent ghost, telling him how they got hit too because the freezer was left wide open and she had shut it herself the night before.

Steve could only laugh, the only picture in his mind being the image of Billy with strawberry ice cream smeared all over his nose.

#THANK U ❤️ ILY #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #ihni

[stevewhoreington]

I cannot offer filthy or sweet or soft, but have something silly: I imagine some kind of dare where the boys dare each other to shave. So they start with legs. Under their arms. Arms. Chest. Happy trail. Down there. They match each other for every step, and it's not until Steve has taken it further and shaved off one single eyebrow that Billy takes one look at him and is like "You know what, I give up. You win. I'm not doing that." Steve is happy to have won ... but has only one eyebrow.

oh my GOD. i snorted!!!!

this is too REAL. the lengths they’ll go to because they’re too damn competitive!

steve’s like the cat that got the cream for the first few hours…

until it really sinks in.

“billy??? what have I done??? look what you made me do!!!”

#harringrove #hahahah they WOULD #ihni #asks

[leprot00978]

turtle power~

So posting in IHNI is gonna be slow moving forward BC of health but I will be posting 😄

If needed, in between chapters, I highly recommend store-bought serotonin. If you, like me, are on a budget though there is always YouTube!

#Writing #im so tired #dancing in the dark #Fanfiction #IHNI

[spaceofentropy]

Wolf dream and Stolen clothes, please?

Hi, Ihni! ❤️

You managed to get exactly the most cursed WIP of the list!

"Wolf Dreams" is book 4 of my original urban fantasy series; it's in Italian and set in Milan; and it's been sitting there for more than a year, waiting for me to find the gall to finish it. So far it's 104k words of "lady monster, with her girlfriend and their friends (plus their car [EDIT: it's a cat, not a car, goodness, the demon of typos really hates me! 😭]) try to repay a debt to a werewolf. Undead, elves and magical weird shit abound."

As for "Stolen clothes", so far it's just a concept born from a Twitter exchange. A little Mungrove modern one shot about the fact that (and I quote the entire content of my document)

Eddie steals clothes from laundromats. It's never on purpose, he always thinks it was something Billy left at his place which found its way into Eddie's dirty laundry, and so he's just bringing it home to give back to Billy (and when he wears it, it's just because he sometimes likes to have a piece of Billy on himself).

And every time Billy notices because they're very not-Eddie clothes, some are even in bright colors! 😱

#wip tag game #my wips #thanks for asking! #ihni #wolf dreams #stolen clothes #original fic #fanfic #mungrove

[mungrovebingos]

I know the bingo is focused on the Billy/Eddie pairing, but are friendships between them allowed too? Focused on them, but perhaps less romantic/sexual in nature?

Hello! 💜

The event is meant to be focused on the pairing and mainly in a romantic way; with this in mind, Billy & Eddie friendship will be accepted in the context of a pre-relationship—it doesn't have to be super explicit that they're heading in this direction, there can be some ambiguity only, as long as it's focused on their relationship (whatever its nature) and open enough to maybe potentially head this way. 😂

I hope this is clear enough 🥰

#*answered asks #ihni #*mod k

[disdaidal]

💕 Mungrove, How did they meet?

I'm just letting you know that there's a full fic coming out of this (thanks to you). I'm just having a little bit of a struggle finishing it right now. But most of it is written already, so I will post it soon. 👌

In short, they meet at Tommy's party. Billy's bored and Tommy keeps talking about this Eddie dude who sells the 'good stuff'. Eddie and Billy end up chilling together in Tommy's basement - drinking beer, getting high -, and talking about music while everyone else is partying outside or upstairs.

Billy gets really loaded while Eddie in turn starts sobering up (he's more high than drunk anyway). And eventually, Eddie offers to drive Billy back home. Billy however doesn't want to go home that night because of his dad, so they're going for a little ride around Hawkins instead, to kill some time. And then they'll sleep at the back of Eddie's van where Eddie keeps a blanket and a couple of pillows stored just in case. They'll only of course sleep together but they'll have to share a blanket and desperately try not to think about each other in that way, hehe.

And after that, they keep meeting each other regularly. At first, just "for business". And then it's all "I was bored tonight wanna hang out", "wanna grab some beers everyone else was busy", "wanna watch some horror flick tonight / listen to the new Metallica album" etc. etc.

And I'm sure you know where I'm going with this~

send me a ship: in-depth edition

#replies #ihni #mungrove #eddie x billy #no seriously it took me this long to respond because i was literally gonna answer with a full fic #but my brain's been all over the place #but i'll post it on ao3 so if you're interested then :))) #send me a ship

[grey-sides]

Tell us something you're proud of (if you want to share, of course).

This is such a kind ask!!!

I just recently achieved all the trophies on God of War: Ragnarok! I'm very proud of that, I didn't think I could do it but I did!!

Thank you!! ❤️❤️

#ihni #greye talks #omg what a sweet ask to send #seriously

[weird-an]

“Are you sure? You’re barely here when he’s over.” Joyce’s lips twist in a way that shows she doesn’t really believe him. 

He should have known that she noticed. There is always a plate with food for him in the fridge when he comes home, late enough to be sure, they’re already asleep. 

It’s not even a plate with leftovers. It's part of the meal she cooked for them. The first time Billy saw it, he didn’t touch it. Only when she asked him if he didn’t like it, he realized it was meant for him. Not a coincidence, not a trap. Kindness on a plate, served by Joyce for him. He cried himself to sleep that night like a toddler, muffling his sobs with a pillow. 

Read more on AO3.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @ihni ! Thank you for your beautiful fics, your great doodles, for your kind words, for being you!

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove fanfiction #read on ao3 #billy hargrove deserves better #billy hargrove needs a hug #billy hargrove #ihni

[elysiumwaits]

If you could have a dinner and a talk with anyone, from now or from history, who would you choose and what would you talk about?

So, personally, I would like to have a dinner with my grandfather, who passed in 2020. I want to ask questions about his thoughts and feelings on so many different things…

But in terms of historical people? I would love to dine and talk with Carrie Fisher. She survived so much! And we have a lot in common, from the Prozac to… well, a lot of things. I want to ask advice.

#I visit papa in my dreams #ihni #Ely answers #thank you for asking!