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An au for like me and two people but Northern Exposure au. Billy’s a hotshot doctor from UCLA who took a scholarship to practice medicine in Hawkins, Alaska for two years but when he arrives he realizes it’s way too remote and not equipped for him. If only his hot pilot landlord Steve Harrington could change his mind.

Hey my cubs!! X3 I'm sooo sorry that I don't post much but I start with that again I swear! 😅😅 but!!!>:3 dispite that here you go with a cute little human!Ink x3 hope you like it!!

Billy and Steve getting locked out of Steve’s house in the pouring rain and instead of trying to find a way in, they end up fucking in the drenched grass because damn, Steve just couldn’t resist the way Billy’s sopping shirt was pressed to every perfect muscle.

Because we don't nearly talk about this enough;

Music taste headcanons!!

What are yours? What do they listen to? Here are mine, but PLEASE feel free to add to them as you think fits or feel like!!

Danny:

Pop

Rock

Musicals

Lo-fi

Jazz:

HipHop & Rap

Poetry Slam

Classical

Dan:

Classical

Orchestrals/OSTs

Lo-fi

Dani/Ellie:

Musicals

Rock

Metal

K-Pop

"Interesting, really." The red headed man put his hand up to his chin, thoughtful. His looks are quite well kept, as expected from a scholar. A little peach fuzz donned his face on the chin and sides, proper shoes and pants held up by a belt with an orderly ruffle shirt in ivory and vest in chestnut. As he could never without his ruffles, as impractical in the lab as they were. But he could simply tie them up, for his new experimental form of alchemistry.

"Yes, I know. Although; due to recent discoveries a few researchers and scientists, me included, are now speculating about the possibility that this predatory adaptation also resulted from our interference with humans- may I elaborate?" The merman flicked his shimmering tail in excitement, his scales have often been compared to labradorite, as been his eyes. His light, wavey hair, tied up in a messy bun with some strands hanging in his face, as the merman fixed his glasses as best they'd hold up, eagerly holding on to the boards of the dock. Grinning star-eyed up at the human, almost like a sea-puppy.

"Sure, darling. I am intrigued, do tell." He smiled softly at his lover as he began a tangent about his latest theories, based on his newest bioarcheological findings.

It's been a few years since Darryl moved to this little island, originally to indulge in his experiments and get away from his pressuring parents, who set up marriage proposals left and right. Luckily he got out of it by claiming to already be married to his work.

Never in a hundred years, would he have thought to encounter someone this engaged in scienc- just as engaged as he was! But there he was, at shore one night. Observing and noting constellations. He originally didn't want to scare off the stranger, but the sudden leap in his chest left no room for air, for his mind to think. But instead of scaring him off, the mysterious stranger seemingly found enjoyment in the conversation. His name was Whylt and he'd been around for quite sometime, apparently he'd heard of Darryl and was eager to meet him.

The two soon became friends. Close friends. And soon after that, even close to the point that one felt confident enough to steal a kiss in the secure darkness of the night, near the water and their now shared home. It felt like a dream come true, to Darryl. Even more so as Whylt opend up, told there was more to him and for the first time in their lives, they felt the sweet embrace of love in the soft sea breeze warm from the summer air, under the bright full moon. At first the redhead was worried. Worried he might just wake up in a shared bed with a poor lass, that he knew could never be loved by him as she deserved. Back with his parents, who know nothing but of a "good friend and colleague" of his. Worried that one day he might just wake up without this beautifully kind and smart being next to him, that the merman would flee and take his heart with him. But after one night as Whylt confessed similar thoughts and worries, they'd promised to vow to stay, until death do them part. And it's been quite a few years, a bit more than half a decade, since then.

"And have you made the effort to start writing yet? The papers for your theories?" The redhead grined smug, knowing full well his partner rather enjoys the practical part much more. As he earned a drawn out, dramatically bored sigh from the merman, his grin grew wider.

"Not yet, of course! I... Must find more evidence to prove or counter it. After all, I must consider all sides!" He breathed a laugh, trying his best to get around the mountain of paperwork waiting for him at his desk. Darryl let out a hearty laugh, bellowing into dusk and after a short moment, Whylt joined in. The merman lifts himself up onto the dock, temporarily exchanging his fins for legs.

"The food's ready too, if you'd like." The now two men help eachother stand up, the human getting kiss from his love, as they do.

"Thank you, dear. I love you, my little squirrel." He said laying is lips on the other's again, gaining the same form of affection back.

"I love you too, my little otter." He grabs the pale hand of the merfolk, to hold it up gently and adore it with another kiss. "Let's go, then." They smile at eachother smitten and content. In this moment and for many, many years to come.

“So mermaids and sirens are two different species?” “Just so. My people, what you call mermaids or merfolk, share a common ancestor to you humans, making us distant cousins. What you call sirens, however, are fish that evolved to look and sound like humans to attract their favorite prey.”

Shipping percico hurts so bad, but I’m okay with that.

Lex Luthor hates Superman, Lex Luthor hates the Justice League, bla bla bla… You know who Lex must really hate? Bruce Wayne.

Because he knows that bitch is Batman. He’d worked it through that big brain of his and he’s without a doubt certain that the same idiot who spilled champagne on him last New Year’s Eve moonlights as the Batman.

But he can’t fucking prove it. So he’s resigned to a lifetime of having to make stilted conversation filled with double meaning while Brucie just flutters his eyelashes and pretends to be a ditz. And Lex just has to sit there and take it, because Bruce knows that Lex knows and absolutely uses that knowledge to fuck with Alex at every opportunity—he says the absolute shittest, godawful pickup lines and flirts to his heart’s content, knowing full well that he helped Superman kick Lex’s ass last week and that Lex knows it was him.

...I have honestly never thought about this as a meaning and I am quite disappointed in myself for not thinking of it sooner.

Just found out "giving head" doesn't mean giving your friends the head of their worst enemy on a silver platter and frankly I'm disappointed

just some observations + thoughts about this:

Dacre accidentally defaulting to a New Yorker American accent and hand gestures for a few seconds is highly hilarious and the fact that that’s the take they chose to use, i love it.

The iconic “it’s givin me da heebiejeebies”, peep this grandpa, we love that that’s a thing Billy said in canon. It seems like something a bad fanfic writer would make him say BUT NO. He actually said it.

This is one of the only times Billy actually calls Max his sister of his free will and i… 🥺 of course it’s to Steve. 

Why do none of the Billy antis realize that this is completely valid thing for Billy to think? Billy has ZERO context as to what’s going on with the Upside Down, no one thought to try to tell him (despite the fact that the Byers house is a mess for a reason and there’s a literal demogorgon chestburster in the fridge that would’ve made it incredibly easy to convince him). From his perspective, it is so weird for this 18 y/o senior to be hanging around alone in this random person’s house with his middle school sister and a bunch of boys. Like i know we’ve been conditioned by this point in season 2 to know that Steve’s a good guy and has no bad intentions with the kiddos, but it’s so obvious why this is weird from Billy’s perspective.

Billy and Max have only lived in Hawkins for 1 WEEK at this point. They start going to Hawkins schools on October 30th and the fight happens November 5th. They just went through a MAJOR cross country move, likely due to traumatic reasons (depending on if you follow Runaway Max, which has since been retconned after Season 3, or the fanon theories, or even none at all, moving so far from somewhere you’ve lived your whole life can be traumatic on its own, not to mention with an abusive parent). In my opinion, he jumped the gun on fighting Steve, but it makes sense after Steve straight up lied to his face without any remorse. It doesn’t make it right, but it makes sense with context and the tiniest amount of thought.

And a random thought that this inspired: BOTH Billy and Max are in high conflict mode at this point with all of these big changes being so recent and i would give my left foot to see them interact a few months down the line. The most we get of this is we see them share a look before Max goes to the Snow Ball, and while Max is still standoffish, Billy looks almost remorseful. By the time Billy is possessed, Max obviously has forgiven Billy to some degree for his anger in this time period and cares for him deeply (by the way she reacts in The Sauna Test and Battle of Starcourt episodes).

What happened in the ~seven months between s2 and s3?? Release the flashbacks, Duffers!! Do the “make Billy’s death actually mean something” challenge or die by my sword.