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6 | B.L & S.M

PROMPT: A typical weekend with the boys.

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In the heart of Woodsboro, where fall leaves carpeted the sidewalks and the scent of coffee lingered from the nearby cafe, [Y/N] found herself blissfully squished between her two favorite boys.

Billy and Stu, her best friends turned boyfriends, had her in a little bubble of affection, the kind that made her cheeks hurt from smiling.

It wasn't anything she'd expected, especially with these two—the brooding, razor-sharp Billy and the effortlessly chaotic Stu—but somehow, the balance they all struck together felt like home.

The day had started with the trio piled into Stu's van, Stu in the driver's seat, narrating with animated gestures and exaggerated expressions as they sped toward their destination: an old mom-and-pop diner Stu had promised was "a hidden gem, best pancakes in town."

Stu looked over at her, his eyes bright. "Babe, you're gonna love it. I'm telling you—this place, it's got, like, magical powers or something. Food here? Cures sadness. Makes you fall in love. All that jazz."

Billy snorted, arms crossed as he lounged in the passenger seat, giving Stu a pointed side-eye. "Stu, the last 'magical' place you took us to had rats, remember?"

"Hey, that was character!" Stu protested, glancing back at [Y/N] with a grin. "Tell him, babe—character, right? Adds spice to life."

[Y/N] laughed, her heart light. "If by 'character' you mean never-ending terror, then sure." She leaned forward, poking Stu's cheek. "But you're lucky I trust you, so let's see if these pancakes live up to the hype."

"Yeah, yeah, they're practically legendary," Stu promised, winking at her.

Billy just shook his head with a slight smirk, giving her knee a reassuring squeeze as Stu launched into an enthusiastic, borderline-absurd story about his last visit to the diner.

With both boys entertaining her, the drive flew by, and soon enough, they were piling out into the parking lot of the most charmingly rundown diner she'd ever seen.

Inside, the diner had faded leather booths, retro decor, and the comforting aroma of fried food and coffee.

The three of them slid into a corner booth, [Y/N] in the middle, feeling immediately at ease with Billy on her right, studying the menu with a focused intensity, and Stu on her left, who had already declared his choice loudly: "Triple stack of pancakes with whipped cream, extra syrup, and, uh, double the butter, please!"

"Do they let you double the butter?" [Y/N] teased, eyeing the server with a grin.

"For you, sweetheart," Stu said with a flourishing gesture, "they'd give you triple if you asked."

"Don't encourage him," Billy muttered, but the glimmer in his eyes betrayed his amusement as he reached for her hand under the table, lacing their fingers together.

As they waited for their order, the conversation turned to school, with Stu regaling her with exaggerated tales of his dramatic encounters with their teachers, each one grander than the last.

Billy chimed in with dry humor, making subtle digs at Stu's ability to blow even the smallest incidents out of proportion. [Y/N] found herself laughing, her cheeks warm, sandwiched between their distinct brands of charm—Stu's larger-than-life enthusiasm and Billy's intense, slightly sarcastic affection.

When the food finally arrived, it was every bit as indulgent as Stu had promised. He wasted no time diving into his plate, then promptly held up a whipped-cream-covered fork to [Y/N].

"Come on, babe, you've got to try this. It's life-changing," he declared, eyes wide with conviction.

"Uh-huh, life-changing, sure." But she leaned in, letting him feed her a bite as he watched her with a hopeful, boyish grin.

"See?" Stu prompted, "Right? Magic!"

"Actually...yeah, pretty magical," she admitted, shooting Billy an amused glance.

Billy's smirk grew as he reached over to steal a forkful off her plate. "It's not bad. But I think she'd enjoy her food more without you constantly invading her plate, Stu."

Stu gave an exaggerated huff, his fork dangling mid-air as he put a hand to his chest, feigning offense. "[Y/N] doesn't mind, right, babe?"

She laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder for a moment. "It's part of the Stu experience. Besides, I'd be offended if he didn't try to steal my food."

Billy shook his head but couldn't hide the fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

For a few minutes, they ate in comfortable silence, Stu occasionally making ridiculous faces across the table to make her laugh while Billy rolled his eyes but watched her intently, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her knuckles under the table.

After breakfast, they wandered around the nearby park, the boys taking turns to show off their attempts at acrobatic tricks. Stu ran ahead, attempting a cartwheel, only to nearly topple over in his enthusiasm, which sent [Y/N] and Billy into a fit of laughter.

"Oh, come on!" Stu whined, throwing his hands up. "I swear I nailed it yesterday."

"Yeah, sure, maybe in your dreams," Billy called out, still chuckling as he offered [Y/N] his hand. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's see if you can do better than Stu."

Taking his hand, she attempted a small hop, and as expected, she barely managed a wobbly turn before she, too, stumbled.

Stu cheered, clapping with exaggerated enthusiasm, and Billy, still holding her hand, pulled her close, laughing with that rare, soft glint in his eyes.

"You're both terrible," he teased, his arm slipping around her waist.

They spent the rest of the day like that, playful and carefree, with Stu dragging them into every quirky little shop they passed and Billy rolling his eyes but never letting go of her hand.

She found herself in awe of the small, simple joys of the day: the soft squeeze of Billy's hand in hers, the warmth of Stu's arm slung around her shoulders, and the gentle teasing from both sides that reminded her just how deeply loved she was.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the park in shades of gold and pink, the three of them settled on a bench, [Y/N] resting her head on Stu's shoulder while Billy wrapped his arm around her waist.

Stu looked down at her, grinning that wide, boyish grin. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you look this happy."

"Well, I have you two to thank," she replied, glancing between them.

Billy's hand came up to cup her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone. "And you're stuck with us now," he said softly, his tone somewhere between a promise and a tease.

"Forever," Stu added, squeezing her shoulder.

She chuckled, closing her eyes for a moment, feeling a deep warmth settle in her chest. She was, indeed, stuck with them—and she wouldn't have it any other way.