Just pity (2D x reader)

There's a smell. That's the first thing that happens, even before you open your eyes. You notice a smell, and you have a slight suspicion that's what has awoken you, but you can't be sure. But it smells good. You're pretty sure it's a food smell, and you want that to be true so badly. You stir a bit, trying to get yourself to wake up more, and you notice another odd thing. 
There is an unmistakable heat and weight of another person on your left side. Your eyes shoot open and you look over at your side anxiously. But when you notice it is just Stuart your eyes soften and you start to recall yesterday. And then the day before that. And all the occurences of the last few months. 

Stuart is still asleep. He's pressed harshly to your side, his head angled awkwardly on your shoulder. You fell asleep sitting and watching films. Your back hurts, and you bet when Stu wakes up his neck will be in shambles. Honestly, despite your brief relief that Stu is the one sleeping next to you, your anxiety starts to act up again as you realize that someone else is the cause of the smell. Before you can get up to investigate or wake Stu so the two of you can sneak out the window, your old bedroom door is flung open, revealing your mother. Stu wakes up at the loud noise and bangs his head on the shelves above your bed.

"Oh sorry, did I wake you?" Your mother asks, caringly. She says it in a way you've never heard her say it before. Like she cares. Quickly you shake the bitter thought from your head. You don't need this sort of internal conflict right now. You begin to try and explain away your presence in their home, but Stu interrupts you instantaneously. "Is that bacon?" He asks. Your mother, who seems relieved to be saved from your speech, smiles. "Yeah, breakfast is ready if you want some. I'll give you a second." She says. Her smooth long dark brown hair swaying as she turns and closes the door. A light yellow is flowing through your windows, and outside a bird begins to chirp.

"Let's get the fuck out of here, mate." You say to Stuart and begin gathering your stuff haphazardly. Stuart just sits there looking at you, and when you notice in your fumbling that he is not doing the same you look at him questioningly. "They made breakfast." He says, his eyebrows knitting together pleadingly. You can't stand his puppy dog eyes, but neither can you stand to eat breakfast and converse with your mother. You shoot him a harsh look and grab the window, sliding it open. But before you can crawl out of the window Stuart grabs the back of your shirt harshly and drags you back inside. You land on your arse and let out a groan, and he lightly smacks your face. 

"Ya know what? You're very ungrateful!" He scolds you. Your first reaction is to stick your tongue out at him, but you can tell he is being as serious as he can be so you refrain from doing it. It's always been hard for you to take him seriously, when he is normally so damn goofy. First you think there is no damn way you're going to eat with them, but then Stuart sits down in front of you and stares you down pitifully. Then you think, fuck, no way this lousy bastard is going to look at ME with pity. But you don't say anything and there is a thick tense aura around you both. 

"I know that they weren't always there. But they're trying." He says, earnestly. You feel bad, but you're still convinced you don't owe them anything. He can tell you're thinking, but you're not considering what he is in all reality asking you to do. The expression he gives you is harsher than the previous. "I forgave you too." You can't help but for your mouth to open at his scornful comments. At this point, you'd have liked to have forgotten what happened before his accident. But you haven't, and now he is reminding you that he hasn't either. You don't like the way it makes you feel and you let out a waile of pure annoyance as you stand up, defeated. "I'll stay if you promise to never use my past mistakes against me like this." You groan. He just smiles, knowing he has won. And maybe, just maybe, he has helped you realize some things that you need to work on. But probably not, he thinks as he walks down the stairs into your parents kitchen.
Your mother seems almost surprised that you are still there. Your dad turns away from frying the bacon as you and Stuart come into the room, and he smiles. It's the first time you've seen them in over 5 months, you realize. Your dad starts to make conversation as he puts the bacon on the table. "Good to see you guys still hanging out. Stuart always was a good influence on you." He tells the both of you, and Stuart laughs before replying back. "It's hard to be a bad influence on someone already so bad!" Your parents laugh but you just sit there, annoyed. You fish a pancake onto your plate angrily, and you don't even bother eating with a fork or knife you just shove that motherfucking thing into your mouth without caring what they think. None of them seem to notice either way as they make conversation with Stu. The thing is, you're kind of jealous. You know parents are supposed to act nicer to their children's friends, but sometimes it almost seemed like they liked Stuart better than you. 

After probably an hour of malding while eating bacon and socializing it seemed like heaven called out to you. Your phone let out a little jingle, signaling to you that someone was calling. You smile. "Sorry, good breakfast. Have to take this." There was a light skip in your step as you went outside to take the call, and probably a fat smoke. You pick it up and put it in the curve of your shoulder, so you can light the smoke with your hands. The cigarette mumbles your introduction, but you don't care. "Ah, finally. You pick up." Murdocs voice basically violates your ears and you can't help but cringe. "Yep." 

There is no real excitement or emotion in your voice, you made sure of that. He needs to know his actions have consequences. It feels like every interaction you have with Murdoc is the definition of insanity. You've tried to make him understand his actions has consequences multiple times now. Maybe this is the point in time you'd jump ship and stop contact, if it wasn't for Stuart being in deep. You've been in environments, you've been around. You realize when someone is on the edge. Promises and lies of grandeur while you follow them to the grave. But Stuart doesn't have the nihilistic carefulness that you do. 

"So, where are you?" He asks. after realizing you're not going to further the conversation. You scoff. "Where do you think I am?" There is some sort of noise in the background, some banging and clashing, maybe the sound of a cat meowing, but you're not going to question the chaos. "Alright, no need for the attitude sweetheart." You roll your eyes at the demeaning nickname and the hypocrisy of his attitude. The wind is nipping at you in a very uncomfortable way, and the smoke rising from the cigarette does nothing to warm your thoughts either, leaving you cold to everything around you. "What do you want?"

Murdocs sighs so loudly you wonder the genuinity of it, or if it's simply for theatrics. "When are you bringing the dent brain back?" He blathers out, and you can't help but pull a grimace and grit your teeth. He just has no remorse, but you can't be bothered to argue with him at all. You know he won't change. "Probably today. Doesn't mean he will want to see you." 

You can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks. "Oh, tell him he's going to want to see this."

Oh no.

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