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The master's touch, as it were.

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Good, now they can start experimenting.

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Smashes a plate over Steve's head

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Billy: *drags Steve with him by the arm*

Steve: wait, where are we going?

Billy: I would like to get fucked by something other than my life, for once. If you don't mind

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Harringrove ✨💖

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Steve: Wear a shirt when you come for ice cream and I'll consider it.

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Steve on the way to the Upside Down/or some kind of a secret facility, getting ready to save and again confront Billy

I don't care about definitions, you're the love of my life, that's all I know. Stop trying to get away from me.

Or

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'The Giver' was written about Steve Harrington.

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Just do him a favor.

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It's the only way.

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Billy Hargrove who has never stopped taking about California. About getting out. About going home. Needing the ocean like air.

Steve Harrington who tries so hard to accept this as a truth. The kids will graduate, Robin will go off to college, and Billy will leave.

Billy Hargrove who has been slowly leaving his dad’s house behind. Who has been sneaking out one piece of clothing, one cassette, one trinket at a time.

Steve Harrington who has a guest bedroom that might as well belong to Billy at this point.

Billy Hargrove who is still there when he finally graduates. Working at the pool for a bit of money, living out of Steve’s guest room, because he sure as hell isn’t going back to Neil’s house now.

Steve Harrington who starts to think Billy might actually stay.

Steve Harrington who comes home on Billy’s eighteenth birthday, carrying a store-bought cake, to an empty house.

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Steve: Duhhhh it's illicit sex with other guys.

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Quick, Steve! Do something!

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Also Steve: *currently on his way to save Billy's ass*

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Now listen.

I love girl dad Billy as much as the rest of us. I love him choosing to put his macho-masculinity aside to be girly with his girl. However.

My heart will always be with boy dad Billy — at least, for his first kid. After that, fuck all. But the first needs to be a baby boy.

Because I need him to hold a tiny baby boy in his arms and feel such intense, incredible love that it completely shatters him. Knowing instantly that he could never, never leave this child. Could never hurt this child. No matter that. Knowing that even if this boy turns out exactly like him, he would never in a million years abandon or hit his boy.

I need him to cradle his son in his arms and look at his parter and be sobbing. Be asking not why but how. When before he wondered why his mother left him, what he did to make his father hit him — not it’s how. How could his mother leave him, when Billy has held his son for moments and already loves him this much? How could his father hit him, when Billy feels nauseous at the thought of his baby boy in pain? How could they do that to their son when Billy’s love for his boy could swallow him whole, could crush him under the weight, crush his heart and throat and lungs?

And the part of him that’s scared, that wonders if he’ll turn into Neil as he gets older — it dies. Slowly, but it dies. Because even when his son turns out to be a troublemaker, Billy loves him. Even when he’s a teenager, and you know how teenagers are, Billy loves him. No matter what he does. No matter what he says. There is nothing in this world that could ever make Billy not love him.

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Prince Steve of Hawks Flight Landing has some questions for his new suitor.

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