In my room - Stu Macher Pt2
you felt lonely without Stu, so he got you a little friend.
warnings: an animal gets killed.
this is for @syrooo
"Stu", your sweet voice hits his ears. A soft shiver running through his body.
You can feel his chest rumble slightly as he answers your voice with a lazy hum.
You two lay in his bed, as always. His arms wrapped tightly around your smaller frame like heâs afraid to let go.
And he is. Because everytime he wakes up in the morning youâre gone again. He hates that. He wants to wake up with you in his arms. He wants you to be the first thing he sees, starting his day with your beautiful self beside him.
"Canât you get me a pet? Maybe a cat or something?"
Stu chuckles quietly. He opens his eyes to look down at you.
"A cat?", he asks, his brows raised.
"Uh-huh", you mumble, sitting up carefully. Youâre now seated on his lap, his arms falling down to let his hands rest on your cold thighs.
"Baby, you know that a cat probably couldnât even see you, right?", he gazes up at you. His eyes look tired and exhausted. Heâs always reluctant to sleep when youâre there, not wanting to miss any second with you in his arms.
"Please, Stu⌠Iâm always so lonely when youâre gone.", you whine quietly. Your whines became even worse now that youâre dead. Spooky sounds that escape your pretty lips. He sighs, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.
"Alright sweetheart. Iâll get you a cat.", he finally gives in. It was never difficult for you to get what you wanted from him. Even when you were alive, he was always willed to keep you satisfied.
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The next day Stu picked up a stray cat in the city. He brought the small thing home with him and set it down onto his bed. The cat looked sick, weak meows leave its little mouth.
He knows that you would never forgive him if heâd do, what heâs planning to do next, to a cat thatâs healthy and happy.
Itâs not murder if you put someone or something out of their misery, right?
Itâs 5pm. Stuart decides to give the cat some tuna as a last meal.
The cat eats a few bits of the tuna, but leaves the most of it on the plate. A obvious sign that the little furr ball is sick.
He watches the cat as he waits for you patiently. As soon as the sun is set he hears the familiar tap tap on his window. Stu gets up and lets you in.
"Good evening, little lady", he grins goofily as he helps you inside. You giggle as you get on your tippy toes to steal a little kiss from his lips. As you do so, he slips his arms around your waist, holding you as close as possible to him.
"I got you something", Stu says in a soft voice. Thereâs a proud edge to it, making you curious.
"Look", he takes you to his bed, where the little, weak frame of the kitten is rolled up and asleep.
"A kitty!", you squeal happily, rushing over to the little animal. Itâs sound asleep but you can tell that there isnât much life left in it.
"Yeah, Iâll kill it for you. So itâs in your world, right? So youâre no longer lonely.", he explains quickly, picking the cat up.
"But do it quick⌠like you did with me", you tell him with a pouty expression on your face. The memory of him stabbing you right in the heart causing him to flinch a little. He hates it, this memory. That heâs the reason that you canât be with him all the time anymore. It was so stupid of him to take your life. Just because he thought that if he took it, he would own it. Thatâs why itâs called "taking someoneâs life", isnât it?
"Donât worry, princess.", he says as he twisted the cats neck quickly. You can hear a quiet snap, before the little body goes limp in your boyfriends big hands.
A few seconds later you can hear a meow from behind you. So you turn around and there she is. The little cat, looking all healthy and happy now. Well⌠besides the slightly dislocated head. But still. The fur is full and looks so insanely fluffy that you want to bury your face in it.
Giggles escape your lips as you move swiftly to pick up the cat, pressing it to your chest.
"So⌠what are you gonna name her?", Stu asks, carefully putting the limp, dead body of the cat in a box. Heâll bury her tomorrow in the garden, right beside the rose bed of his mother.
"Uhm⌠what do you think about Gwenny?", your soft voice mumbles as you scratch the cat behind its ear, making it purr.
"Gwenny is a cute name, sweetheart.", Stuart states, a fond smile on his face. He loves to make you happy. He moves to lay down onto his bed, making place for you.
"Câmere. I need some cuddles, before you disappear again.", he murmurs, gesturing you to come over and take your place against him.
And of course you move, setting Gwenny down onto his chest, before you lay down beside him and cuddle up into his side. Stu wraps his arm around you, the other hand patting the cats twisted, little head. Contentment washes over him as he holds you and you can feel him place a lingering kiss on your hair.
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[Hi, itâs Dizzy! I hope you guys understand that I couldnât let Stu kill a cat just because y/n was annoyed by it, like in the song. I love cats way too much. Well, I hope you enjoyed reading this. Iâm probably gonna make this a little series. See you guys!]












