Dizzl

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 he’s afraid to let go.

And he is. Because everytime he wakes up in the morning you’re 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.

"Can’t 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. You’re 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 couldn’t even see you, right?", he gazes up at you. His eyes look tired and exhausted. He‘s always reluctant to sleep when you’re there, not wanting to miss any second with you in his arms.

"Please, Stu… I‘m always so lonely when you’re gone.", you whine quietly. Your whines became even worse now that you’re dead. Spooky sounds that escape your pretty lips. He sighs, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.

"Alright sweetheart. I‘ll 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 he‘d do, what he’s planning to do next, to a cat that’s healthy and happy.

It’s not murder if you put someone or something out of their misery, right?

It‘s 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. There’s 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. It‘s sound asleep but you can tell that there isn’t much life left in it.

"Yeah, I‘ll kill it for you. So it’s in your world, right? So you’re 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 he’s the reason that you can’t 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. That’s why it’s called "taking someone’s life", isn’t it?

"Don’t 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. He‘ll 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.

"C‘mere. 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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Y/N eats a bonbon and tries to figure out, what flavor it is.

Stu Macher

You sit at the fountain with Stu, Billy and Randy. The boys talk about the newest horror movie while you shove a bonbon into your mouth. You frown a little in confusion as the sweet flavor hits your taste buds. It was a dark red bonbon, which made you assume that it’s raspberry-flavored. But it’s not.

Stu notices your knitted eyebrows.

"What is it, sweet cheeks?", he asks.

"I can’t figure out the flavor. I thought it’s raspberry, but it’s not.", you explain to him, shoving the bonbon around in your mouth.

"Let me taste", Stu says, looking at you.

Your nose scrunches up.

"Ew, no! You can’t just suck at my bonbon"

Your boyfriend looks at you, confused.

"Why not? Yesterday you begged me to spit in your mouth but now letting me taste your bonbon is gross?", he chuckles a little, finding your logic amusing.

You huff, thinking about his words.

"You’re right", and with that you pull him down and kiss him. He kisses you back, his tongue dipping into your mouth and collecting the bonbon. He kisses you a few seconds longer before he pulls away, a thoughtful expression on his face as he thinks about the flavor.

"Hm… maybe cherry?", he looks down at you.

"Nah..", you say, tilting your head.

"Let me taste again", you say. And Stu leans down to kiss you again, shoving the bonbon back into your mouth.

"Maybe cranberry?", you asked after you sucked on it a little. Stu hums, gesturing you to give it back to him for a second taste. And so you kiss again, the bonbon changing it‘s mouth once again.

"Yeah, I think cranberry it is", he agrees after a moment.

"Cool, give it back now", you order. Stu grins, shaking his head.

"Nah, babe. Wanna taste it a little longer now."

Randy grimaces.

"Here, take this one", he hands you another bonbon.

"Please just stop tossing that thing around in your mouths, that’s slightly disgusting for everyone else around."

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Scott Miller

You, Scott, Javi and Kate sit in a diner. The weather is clear so Team Storm Par decided to go somewhere to eat lunch.

As you wait for your food, you shove a green bonbon in your mouth. Javi and Kate talk to eachother about projects they had at the university and Scott is focused on his Tablet.

"Huh", you mumble as your tastebuds hit the bonbon.

"Huh..?", Scott replies, without looking up from his tablet.

"The bonbon", you start, looking at your boyfriend. "it was green, it should taste like apple but it doesn’t.", you sound a little frustrated which makes Scott grin just a little.

"You’re adorable.", he says simply, tabbing around on his tablet. You pout.

"I wanna know what it tastes like.", you tell him. He lets out a hum.

"Alright princess, let me try it.", he says, turning to face you beside him.

"Okay", you smile, grabbing him by the collar of his polo before kissing him. Scott lets out a surprised huff, but he kisses you back. You slip the bonbon, along with your tongue, into his mouth. He pulls back slowly, his tongue moving around the bonbon to figure out its taste. His expression is focused, taking the task at hand extremely seriously.

"Damn", he mutters, tilting his head.

"Could be pear.", he says as he comes to a conclusion.

"Pear?", you ask, looking up at him. He nods.

"Wanna have it back, princess?", he grins as you nod immediately.

He pulls you closer, his big hand cupping one of your cheeks as he kisses you again, carefully slipping the bonbon back into your mouth with his tongue.

"And?", he asks.

You nod, agreeing with him on pear.

"Definitely pear. Thank you, baby.", you smile happily at him.

Scott hums, wrapping an arm around you to draw you closer while he focuses back on his work.

warnings: mention of smut, dry texter and reader isn’t much of a party girl

You’re at a frat party of your friends college. There are uncountable people, drunk and having fun.

But you’re not much of a party girl. You let yourself dragged along with your best friend, who you’re visiting at their college.

They said, that you need to come to a frat party, they are always legendary.

And now you stand there, in a corner, sipping your drink. You watch all the young women and men dancing, laughing and having fun. Some of them are more wasted than others, but everyone seems to have fun.

"So many attractive guys, huh?", your best friend said, wiggling their eyebrows as the two of you walked into the buzzing house.

And as you look around now, you do notice a few attractive faces. You took out your phone to check for messages. You click on the last chat with him.

<Alright, have fun>, his last text. He‘s always been a dry texter and you‘re kind of relieved he is. No stupid questions like; "Are you okay? There’s emojis missing in your texts.", you’re kind of a dry texter too.

Maybe Rafe is as happy about that like you are. You just understand eachother, even over text.

"You can’t have fun with that thing in your hand.", a deep voice says beside you. You look up at the guy. He‘s gorgeous. Tall, warm, brown eyes and curly, brunette locks that fall in his face. He smiles at you and you can tell that he‘s a little tipsy.

"Hi", he grins. "I‘m Jake"

You smile up at him politely.

"I‘m y/n. Nice to meet you, Jake", you say a little shyly. Socializing wasn‘t an easy thing for you.

"You‘re alone here?", he asks further, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and hope.

You shake your head, pointing at your best friend, who’s dancing like they‘re insane.

"Partner or friend?", Jake asks.

"Friend, but-"

"Great! C'mon, wanna dance too?", Jake reaches for your hand.

"Uh.. no", an aloofed smile on your face.

"Aww, c‘mon… or maybe you want to skip the dancing and go somewhere else?", the brunette guy asks, a suggestive edge to his voice.

You know what he’s referring to. He wants to take you in a quiet room, with maybe even a bed. He wants to kiss you, make out with you. To fuck you senseless. You huff. Even though you and Rafe aren’t really official, you shake your head.

"No, sorry. I‘ve got a boy back in North Carolina.", you tell Jake. His face turns into a surprised look, before he smiles.

"Oh, I‘m sorry. Uhm… have a good night.", Jake pats your shoulder and smiles at you. That was oddly respectful of him, so you smile and thank him.

Once Jake disappeared you take out your phone, texting Rafe.

<Miss you>

You already move to stuff your phone back in the pocket of your shorts when you feel it vibrate.

<Miss you too, baby>

And there you smile. It’s that simple. And even though you both are dry texters you send him a heart, just to receive one back.

You could never cheat on Rafe Cameron. Not even, when you two aren’t official.

Stu killed you and guilt tricks his mind.

warnings; mentions of murder, necropholia

warnings; mentions of birth, mentions of smut

this man just loved to breed you. And to be fair, you loved it too. So it wasn’t really a surprise that your period was lacking for over a month now.

When you bought the pregnancy tests you were nervous at first. You didn’t tell Stu, because you were a little anxious about what he‘ll say. You‘re still both in high school and it wasn’t really the goal for both of you to drop out as teenie parents.

When you took the test you were at his place. You’re always at his place since you found out that his parents just kind of abandoned him there.

You were just checking the result window when your boyfriend chimes into the bathroom. It’s a bad habit of his, he never minds if you’re currently pooping or just washing your hands in there. If he wants to be with you, he does.

He doesn’t even realize what’s going on at first, bragging about something Randy told him. When he finally sees the little white pen looking thing in your hands, he stops mid sentence.

"What do you have there, angel?"

When you silently show him the pregnancy test he snatches it from you, checking the result window with a frown.

"You‘re pregnant?", he whispers, looking at you with a baffled expression.

You just nod quietly, suddenly feeling a little ashamed.

The next moment you‘re scooped up into his arms. He spins you around like a little whirlwind and chuckles happily.

"I‘m going to be a dad!", he cheers, smile brighter than ever.

while you’re pregnant

Stu is still the goofy, lighthearted guy you fell in love with

but now he carries all your books and your school bag in school… well, he’s constantly carrying something for you

constantly talking to your belly like an idiot

he always makes sure that you‘ve eaten enough and that you’re hydrated

he even cooks for you

he‘s more protective than ever, always one arm around you or touching you in other little ways

pregnancy sex? yes. of course.

but there’s no position where you don’t face him anymore. he mostly fucks you in missionary, now.

deep and slow with intertwined fingers, pressing your hands into the sheets while he‘s constantly kissing some part of your pretty face or neck

"Is it safe for the baby?", because this idiot thinks his dick is big enough to poke his mini me inside the warmth of your womb

the birth

this idiot somehow managed to come with you into labour

he holds your hand and supports you

little forehead kisses

he eyes the midwifes, ready to fight them if necessary (it’s not necessary, he’s just overprotective)

he offers you water every now and then

when you struggle the first time a sly grin appears on his lips

"damn, angel, I did a great job, huh?"

he shut his mouth after you yelled at him and called him offending names like "stupid idiot"

he doesn’t mind, though. and he stays by your side nonetheless cuz he is, in fact, a stupid idiot sometimes and he appreciates that you still choose to stay with him, to have his child

when the midwives inform him that the little head peaks out he steps closer to have a look

did you thought he would faint? yes.

but he just stands there in awe, eyes sparkling as he watches how you press out the little being you both created

the midwives take the baby and wrap it up in a soft towel, handing it carefully to Stu, who smiles in awe at his little daughter

he steps to you and carefully hands you the little girl

fluff, no warnings (except for absolutely cute Stu Macher)

Will you drag the lake and bring me home again?

After a long day in school you and Stu are cuddled up on his bed.

You‘re laying on him, body melting against his as he gently traces little patterns on your back.

"You know, princess", he mumbles quietly, his slender fingers caressing your skin.

"Being here with you like this… it’s the best damn feeling in the world."

You can’t help but smile widely. Sometimes Stu has this moments, where he‘s so captivated by your love and affection that he turns into a romantic.

You gaze up at him, a loving look in your eyes.

"I hope that… once we‘re dead, we‘ll find each other again.", you whisper.

He smiles at your words, his heart swelling with affection and love. He brings one hand up, to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face.

"I hope so too, princess. I can’t imagine spending eternity without you by my side.", he speaks softly, his voice filled with genuine emotion.

You lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut for a second. "If reincarnation is real, I want to spend every life with you", your voice is just above a whisper.

Your boyfriend grins, accepting the challenge.

"If reincarnation is real, I'll find you in every life, princess," he whispers back, his voice filled with conviction and devotion. he gently caresses your cheek, his touch tender and adoring.

"In every timeline, in every universe, I'll find my way back to you. I'll find you, and I'll love you. Again and again and again."

You can feel goosebumps rise on your skin, just because of his words. You turn your head, softly kissing the palm of his hand. Stu's eyes flutter closed as he feels your soft kiss against the palm of his hand, his heart skipping a beat at the gesture. He looks back at you, his eyes filled with emotion.

"I mean it, princess," he whispers softly, his voice firm and sure. His fingers ghost across your skin, still tracing gentle patterns on your cheek. "I will always find you. In this life, and the next. I will always love you. That's a promise."

You look at him, eyes big. His words sink into your skin, through your flesh and into your bones. You can feel your heart reacting to his words, your soul melting under his gaze.

"I want to drown in those words", you whisper silently, captivated by his love for you.

Stu looks back at you, his gaze unwavering and filled with love and promise. He can see the effect his words have on you, can see the way your soul melts under the weight of his devotion. He gently cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your skin.