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12 | B.L & S.M

PROMPT: Billy and Stu are fighting over you.

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The Friday night vibe was exactly what [Y/N] needed after a week full of pop quizzes, group projects, and gossip that she couldn't care less about.

She was sprawled on Stu's couch, popcorn bowl balanced on her stomach, flipping through random TV channels while the guys finished bickering over which movie to watch.

The three of them hanging out together had become a regular thing—so regular, in fact, that even her parents were used to Billy's steely calm and Stu's goofy charm showing up at her doorstep every Friday night.

Tonight, though, their usual rivalry seemed to have kicked up a notch.

Stu had thrown himself onto the couch beside her, arm draped over the back with a ridiculous sense of pride, while Billy sat to her right, casting Stu a side-eye that could cut glass.

"So, [Y/N]," Stu began with a smirk, clearly savoring the attention, "admit it. You love me more, right? I mean, I'm basically the human embodiment of everything you could ever want. Fun, charming, devilishly handsome..."

Billy let out a low, dry chuckle, arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah, if by 'devilishly handsome' you mean 'devilishly annoying,' then sure, Stu."

Stu clutched his heart, feigning offense. "Annoying? Annoying?! Oh, that's rich coming from you, Mr. 'I Have No Emotions.' I make her laugh, Loomis. And a girl who laughs with you, stays with you. Everyone knows that."

[Y/N] snorted, holding back a laugh as Stu beamed, like he'd just dropped the wisdom of the century.

Billy gave an exasperated sigh, his gaze locking onto hers with that intense look he wore so well.

"Please, you think she actually falls for that? I'm the one she comes to when she wants to talk. I'm the one who listens," he said pointedly, side-eyeing Stu. "You just turn everything into a stand-up routine."

Stu rolled his eyes, scoffing. "You don't have to remind me that you're basically an emotional robot, Billy. I get it. But guess what, [Y/N]—" He pulled her closer, slinging his arm around her shoulders with a flourish.

"I'm the one who's fun. You don't wanna date some brooding, moody guy who treats everything like life-or-death."

"Oh, please," Billy retorted, leaning in closer on her other side.

"Who do you think actually cares about her well-being, huh? I'm the one who picks up her favorite coffee every morning when she's too tired to drag herself out of bed. You? You're off in la-la land half the time."

[Y/N] bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter as they continued their ridiculous back-and-forth, each tugging her just a bit closer to their side of the couch. She couldn't deny she was loving every second of it.

Stu's mouth dropped open in fake outrage. "First of all, I am not in la-la land. I'm in Stu-land, and it's way better than wherever you are, my dude. Second, I bought her pizza last week after her exam. And not just any pizza, but the one with those fancy toppings she likes. Right, babe?" He grinned at her with puppy-dog eyes, like he'd just solved world hunger.

Billy leaned forward, rolling his eyes so hard it looked like it hurt. "Oh, yeah, like anyone's impressed by pizza, Stu. I stayed up with her till 3 A.M helping her study for that exam in the first place. While you were... what? Playing video games?"

Stu gasped, hands flailing like he'd just been mortally wounded. "That's so not true! I was studying, too!" He paused, looking at [Y/N] sheepishly.

"Okay, so maybe I was studying how to beat Mario Kart, but I was there in spirit. And besides, you needed a break. And who was there to make you laugh when you were about to lose it, huh? That's right, me."

[Y/N] finally cracked, a laugh bursting out as she watched her two boyfriends go toe-to-toe in a battle of pure absurdity.

She leaned back, head resting on the cushion, totally enjoying the chaos.

"Okay, both of you need to chill," she said, her voice barely holding back more laughter. "I can't keep track of who's winning this contest."

"Oh, I'm winning," Stu said, throwing Billy a smug look. "Tell him, [Y/N], about the time I serenaded you in the cafeteria with that 'Kiss Me' song. Admit it, you loved it."

Billy groaned, face-palming. "Stu, you weren't serenading her. You were yelling off-key while dancing on a table. Half the school thought you were having a seizure."

[Y/N] couldn't help it; she laughed so hard she almost spilled the popcorn.

Stu pouted, giving her an exaggerated wounded look. "Babe, you liked it, right? I mean, how many people can say their boyfriend practically risked getting detention just to impress them?"

Billy leaned in, that smirk of his curling up the corner of his mouth. "Oh, yeah, real romantic, Stu. But I'd like to point out that I didn't need to embarrass myself to get her attention."

He glanced her way, lowering his voice in that deep, steady tone that always seemed to draw her in. "She knows I'm here for her. I don't have to prove it with, I don't know, karaoke disasters."

Stu huffed, grabbing a handful of popcorn and chucking it at Billy's head. "That's what you think. Girls love grand gestures, right, [Y/N]?" He threw her a confident look, almost daring her to prove him wrong.

[Y/N] raised her hands, trying to look diplomatic.

"Look, guys, I think it's sweet that you both care this much, okay? But it's not about who does what. I love both of you." She smiled, feeling her heart swell as she looked between them.

"You're each amazing in your own ways. And that's why I don't have to choose."

Billy and Stu glanced at each other, the competitive gleam in their eyes slowly fading, replaced by something softer, something that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

But, of course, this was Stu—and he couldn't resist getting in the last word.

"Fine," he grinned, elbowing Billy, "but just so you know, she said both, which means you only get half of her love. I get the other half, obviously. So technically, I'm still winning."

Billy rolled his eyes, leaning back on the couch and crossing his arms, but she caught the faintest smirk on his face.

"Keep telling yourself that, Macher. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Stu grinned wider, flashing [Y/N] a wink as he threw an arm around her shoulders. "Guess that means we both win, huh?"

She laughed, pulling both of them close as they settled into a comfortable silence, each basking in their little victory.

She knew they'd be back at it by tomorrow, each trying to outdo the other with ridiculous gestures and affectionate teasing.

But that was okay—it was what made them, them. And she wouldn't change it for the world.