𝒏𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 ?
𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎 !
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ꕀ stu macher x reader
TWs: mental hospitals, abuse, car accidents, stalking implied(?)
you stood sheepishly at the entrance of the woodsboro mental hospital, your bag of belongings held in both your hands in front of you. craning your head around the side of the building, you searched anxiously for stu's car.
you spoke with him yesterday, shocked that he was able to find your number. it was three days after the incident and your second day in the only inpatient hospital that woodsboro happened to offer.
during your scheduled call time, though you were not expecting one from anyone, one of the nurses insisted it was for you when you told them. you took it into your hands and mumbled, ‘hello?’
“hey, (y/n)! heard you got thrown in the nuthouse after what happened to your boyfriend,” stu macher, you recognized his voice instantly.
from who? was your first thought but it was hard to deny that the news of your rumored to be abusive boyfriend was fatally injured in a car accident spread like wildfire.
you gulped and began stuttering when you tried to speak again, “t-thanks, i, uh... appreciate the condolences. why'd you call?” your eyes flickering over to the staff just next to you on the other side of the sheilded desk bar.
"well, that's not very appreciative of you, (y/n)," his tone sarcastically hurt, “i just wanted to see how you were doing. knew things were bad with him but it just ended so poorly, dontcha think?” stu's voice bent, being both taunting and coi with his words.
your chest began to cave, losing control of your breathing pace. “yes,” you insisted, becoming frustrated with the looming psychological torment. “is that all?” voice subtly urging the end of the conversation.
“easy, easy, okay? i just wanted to offer you a ride back home if you needed it.” an audible smile beamed through his clearly honeyed words.
“thanks, but-” the reminder that your parents would still be working flashed across your mind as you started to answer. and you did not about to take the bus back.
“...that would be fine. thank you.” appreciation all too genuine as you cast your eyes down to the floor and looped the cord around your finger. stu was brimming with excitement by the news of his untimely passing, you bet.
it was no question that he was obsessed with you, and while it was suffocating at times, you allowed it most of the time.
having few friends, it was not like you were ever to busy not to fall for his frequent attempts to get you to himself anyway he could. “i leave at two tomorrow.”
“great! tomorrow at two," stu punctuated, all chipper. you prepared for this painstakingly paced conversstion to end already.
"and besides,” he added just after you suspired. “me, personally? i think the fuck had it coming. see ya'then!”
a loud click followed by a continuous beep after left you feeling like stu was keeping a secret, still unable to decipher if he knew what you thought he knew or not.
after what felt like a lifetime, stu arrived in his beige chevrolet caprice, speeding up right beside the curb and halting right in front of you.
he was dressed in his usual attire of an undershirt and a short-sleeve button up, peeling the glasses he was wearing off and smacking gum with a smug expression.
“looking good~” you were already getting in the car, doing your best to keep your eyes forward, looking over at him finally with a polite smile and back ahead again. “don't look,” you begged.
the outfit that you turned yourself in was your lounge wear of a sweater and sweatpants (and they hardly matched, at their wornout and worst). the car pulled forward again, gravitating you towards into the seat from velocity.
“telling me where to put my eyes now?” stu smirked, looking back over at you again. taking in the world from the semi-safer bubble of the hospital, you were taking in the flow of traffic and the sun out the window.
you smiled a bit to yourself, even from your peripheral you could see his baby blues peering out at you. his soft scoffs and titter to himself made you roll your eyes, aware of his annoyance with being ignored.
stu put both hands on the steering wheel, looking back over at you one more time. “sooo, now that you're single...”
