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20 | B.L & S.M

PROMPT: 7 minutes in heaven with the boys.

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The basement had always held a special energy at Tatum's parties—dim lights, loud music, and a hint of rebellion.

But tonight, there was an extra layer of tension in the air, especially for [Y/N]. This wasn't just a typical get-together with friends; it was a night full of loaded glances, knowing smiles, and unsaid words lingering between her and two people in particular: Stu and Billy.

It had started months ago, really, though none of them had acknowledged it directly.

[Y/N] and Stu had always been close—Stu's loud humor and boyish charm naturally drew people in. But with her, there was something more than friendly teasing.

She'd catch him watching her with that mischievous glint, always pushing the boundaries of their friendship, leaning in just a bit too close, lingering just a bit too long.

They shared inside jokes, late-night phone calls, and quick looks that spoke volumes. He was always so comfortable, so confident, that sometimes it felt like he was daring her to push back.

Then there was Billy. Quiet, brooding, and often hard to read, Billy didn't waste time with small talk or playful banter.

[Y/N] often found his eyes on her from across the room, studying her with that intense, calculating gaze that made her heart pound despite herself.

He rarely joined in Stu's endless jokes and taunts but had a way of slipping into her personal space, saying a few carefully chosen words that left her mind racing long after he'd walked away.

It was like he knew exactly how to unravel her with just a look.

Over time, she felt caught in a strange push-pull with the two of them. Stu was bold and teasing, always challenging her to join in his reckless games, while Billy was the quiet, dark pull—someone who didn't make himself easily available, which only made her want to break through his guarded exterior even more.

The few times she'd caught his subtle, barely-there smirk in response to something she'd said, it felt like an accomplishment.

Tonight, both boys had been acting just a little different. [Y/N] caught Stu's arm lingering on her shoulder a bit longer than usual, his laughs a bit more pointed when Randy's shy attempts at flirting with her fell flat.

And Billy? He hadn't said much at all, yet his eyes seemed to find her wherever she was, his gaze heavy and full of meaning. It was enough to make her wonder if he was silently measuring Stu's every move as well.

So when Tatum suggested "Seven Minutes in Heaven," [Y/N] couldn't help the rush of anticipation mixed with a hint of dread. She could feel both their eyes on her, and she knew something was bound to happen tonight.

"Alright, who's ready to spin the bottle?" she announced, her voice cutting through the chatter. Around the circle, familiar faces gleamed with anticipation.

[Y/N] found herself wedged between Stu, whose arm rested lazily over her shoulder, and Randy, who was trying a little too hard to look casual, stealing glances her way every few seconds.