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I’m gonna apologize rn. It’s not exactly fake dating, just... Billy not realizing they already kind of were?
Okay. Maybe Billy can kind of see where people are coming from when they assume he’s dating Steve. Just a little bit.
They’ve lived together for twelve years after all. They share clothes on laundry day, aren’t afraid to steal off of each other’s plates, have no secrets. All that shit that comes from co-habitation for such a long time.
And yeah, they have a million inside jokes, nicknames, habits. They cuddle sometimes, definitely don’t have many boundaries any more.
But he also knows for a fact that they aren’t dating. It’s not like they go on dates, or have an anniversary, or even kiss. Except when he kisses Steve’s forehead after a rough day at school and Steve kisses Billy’s knuckles after a nightmare. Again, they’ve been living together for twelve years. Ever since they were eighteen and decided to run away from Hawkins together.
Which is why he’s so caught off guard when Steve fucking proposes. He had told Billy he doesn’t feel like cooking even though it was his turn the dick, so they should just go to that one Italian place we like. So they went. Billy ordered their usual for them while Steve ran to the bathroom, never suspecting anything was unusual.
But then Billy’s favorite dessert was served, which Billy knew he hadn’t ordered. He had ordered Steve’s, because he’d seemed weirdly stressed all week which made sense in retrospect but still. Before he could correct the waiter though, Steve was thanking and dismissing them before pushing the plate of tiramisu closer to him before taking a small bite himself. Billy shrugs it off as a simple mistake, and starts to wolf the dessert down. Until he catches his next bite of cake shining?
Uncaring about politeness or some shit, because it’s just him and Steve, he sticks a finger into the spoonful and pulls out a-
A fucking wedding ring?
He snorts, and looks over at Steve. “Great gag, Pretty Boy. Don’t tell me you actually spent money on this though? It looks...” Billy studies the ring closer, wiping it off with his napkin and notices that it’s fucking engraved.
Billy and Steve 09.18.’15.
He looks back at Steve, sees that somehow he’d gotten on one knee in front of Billy, Bambi eyes looking like melted chocolate in the candle light. “St-Steve?” he chokes out, searching for some sign this is a joke. But, he knows Steve. He may be a little careless with his money sometimes, but not enough to buy a gold ring and have it engraved for a laugh.
This is real.
Billy isn’t sure what his face is doing, but Steve obviously reads his confusion and answers Billy’s question. “Billy, would you,” he takes a deep breath, and Billy’s watching so closely he can see the tiniest hint of Steve blushing. “Billy, will you marry me?”
Billy gives the only answer he could ever think of giving.
“Of course, Pretty Boy.”
They get married in December. A simple affair, just the kids who aren’t really kids anymore, Joyce and Hop, Nancy and Jonathan, Robin as Steve’s best man and Heather as Billy’s.
Billy confesses in his vows that he didn’t really realize they were dating until Steve proposed, and everyone laughed, and Steve blushed, gave him a small smile.
Billy had never felt happier.
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