Just pity (2D x reader)

You woke up to the usual sound of your phone buzzing. Your mum had made it a habit to have room for you now that you no longer craved her attention, calling basically every morning. You groaned and tried to roll over, only to bump into someone. You looked over and saw Stuarts blank black eyes staring up at the ceiling. You groaned, rolling the other way out of the bed, mumbling a half assed apology. When you had woken up you’d damn near forgotten the events of the previous day. As you brushed your teeth you opened your phone to look at the near 40 notifications. Some were calls others were messages, but they were all from Paula. The wench. Well, you decided she at least needed to know where her boyfriend was. You dialed her up as you pushed the mixture of saliva and toothpaste out of your mouth and into the sink. She picked up almost immediately. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Was the first thing you heard as the other line picked up. 

What separates you and Paula from being the same type of horrible was the fact that you didn’t act like you cared. You’re sure most people would agree that lying about having any type of love for someone was worse than being honest about not loving someone. Maybe Paula did love him. But not enough to stay faithful at least. Anyways, you were at your fucking limit. “Ya, don’t shout at me through the phone you damn wench.” You could hear her heave air in exasperated as you basically refused to answer her question. She should have asked where you lived when she had the chance. “Please, you’re making a scene. Murdoc could end back up in prison if the inspectors come by and find Stuart missing,” She explained, trying to make you see reason. Too bad for her that you did not adhere to logic. “Damn right he should end up in prison that fucking old freak.” The line went silent for a moment. Then she replied, almost meekly and softly in a way you’d never heard Paula speak, “You’re being really selfish. You’re gonna ruin his life.” You almost wanted to choke. Could she not comprehend the way that the man had also ruined Stuarts life? It was a fair trade of to you. You felt your blood boil.

“You’re fucking him that’s it, innit?” You asked spitefully. There was no proof and you didn’t even particularly have a hunch but you were just trying to make her angry. She had made you angry. Was only fair that you made her angry in return. But the line was just silent for a good while. It was like she didn’t even want to dispute it and lie to you. “Ah, for fuck sake Paula,” Was all you said as you hung up. It was a pretty open secret among you and Stuarts peers that Paula hadn’t always been super faithful, but this was something else. This was the man who was currently responsible for her boyfriends state. You walked out into the hallway, stumbling towards your bedroom groggily. When you got there Stuart was sitting up. You couldn’t tell in the moment if you had helped him up before you left for the bathroom, but it never even occurred to you that he could have done it himself. His lanky arm was just swung over your shoulder as you both got ready for the day ahead. 

You sat down opposite him on your small kitchen table, filling your bowl with more cereal. There was a slight buzzing coming from your phone which was laying backside up on the table. You flipped it over and saw it was your mother calling again. You laughed dismissively. “Yeah, don’t worry Stuart I’m not gonna pick up the phone and bore ya’ to death with that bloody ol’ womens dumb voice.” You reassured him, but as you looked up to meet his blank eyes it almost seemed like he was judging you. Slapping a hand on your face, which was growing increasingly hot, you let out another groan. “Fine, you win Stuart. I’ll talk to her.” You said, picking up the call hesitantly. The regret was instant. “Oh my god, honey, you picked up? Are you okay? How are you doing?” You almost couldn’t follow her as she talked and asked questions to the point of losing her breath. Stuart received a look from you. He was gonna regret this as much as you. “I’m fine, mum. No need to stumble over yourself for me.” You reassured her, trying to make her calmer. “Why are you not returning our calls?” She whined at you, and you were so close to just ending the call right there. “Been busy.” Was all you said, trying to keep calm. “What are you doing today? Me and your father can come visit you.” She suggested and you almost choked, trying to get your words out fast enough to not give her any ideas. “Sorry mum, I’m hanging out with Stuart today.” It wasn’t even a lie, technically. She said something akin to promising she would visit you next time. “Yeah, just wanted to hear if you were doing alright. Me and Stuart will get going,” You said, ending the call rather abruptly. Sucking a very large amount of air in, you let out one of the worlds longest sighs ever as the phone was placed down on the table again. When you looked back up at Stuart it almost looked like he had a smug expression. “Yeah, don’t let it go to your head buddy.” 

You had spend the remainder of the day watching some of Stuarts old favourite zombie movies, which you had kept for some odd reason. Not that you would tell him such, but you actually had to specific interest in zombies yourself. You found them to be pretty stupid, if you were to be honest. All those countless hours you’d sat through as a teenager for Stuarts sake. That was one of the many things you had brought up in the multitude of fights you’d had at the end of your friendship. Now, you didn’t mind as much. It was an eccentric hobby he had. You should have respected it back when you were younger. 

You looked back up at your clock that was ticking tirelessly away on the wall above your TV. There had been a long discussion going on inside of your head for the past 10 minutes, trying to figure out what to do with Stuart. You had work in an hour and you did not feel very certain about leaving him home alone but on the other hand you also felt VERY certain you were not about to bring the defenseless boy along with you to a club. Finally, as your time left was running very short you decided to let the tv stay on playing some sort of zombie movie while you went to work. There was no way he was able to use any of your amenities, but you explained how to work the most essential things in the house anyways as you walked around and gathered your things. It was probably just a habit of having guests. 

You laughed at the blond girls joke as you handed her the plate of shots; “Better bring the cups back safely, ya hear?” You joked and she thanked you, walking back to her friends with the shots. You stood for a second, looking at the back of the girls head as she walked. You wondered if you’d ever have a chance to go back to that kind of lifestyle, or if adulthood would swallow you whole. “You didn’t seem like the blonde type.” You immediately recognized the gruff and ugly voice. You just turned to look at him coldly. He was smiling. “What do you want?” You asked, grabbing at the desk below you slightly. He laughed. “I’ll start with a glass of Cognac. It’s not really a wild night for me tonight,” there was a hint of playfulness in his voice. His nose was slightly red, but otherwise he looked pretty much like you hadn’t almost pummeled him to hell and back. You started pouring the glass, choosing the worst possible Cognac you had hidden. “That’s not what I meant.” The glass was placed in front of him. He took it, not breaking eye contact with you even when he was chucking it down. You would have said something snarky, had it been anybody else. You don’t chuck Cognac.

“The cripple, I thought that was quite obvious.” He sassed, and you slammed another glass down in front of the man as he handed you the empty one. The air was thick with tension and your coworker was taking care of pretty much everyone as she could tell something was going down between you and the strange man. “So you can dent out the back of his head too?” You asked sarcastically. He growled at you, almost in an animalistic manner. You couldn’t help the disgusted and confused look on your face. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? 

He seemed to settle down again. “I’ve been taking very good care of him, I promise. Me hitting the poor kid was an actual accident. I’m very responsible.” He said, seemingly to get on your good side. You knew you couldn’t keep Stuart in your apartment forever. Just leaving to go to work tonight gave you the worst fucking anxiety of your life. Stuarts own apartment also seemed to be in a safer area. The weight of his empty glass reminded you of your own emptiness for some reason. “Alright, I’ll trust you cause I’m a fucking idiot, I guess.” You were degrading yourself to try and prevent further hurt if it turned out he hurt Stuart. You could convince yourself you knew but had no other choice. That you already scolded yourself for your bad choices. You outstretched another glass, but as he was about to grab it you pulled it back. “IF you let me keep the key. If I walk into you doing ANYTHING I deem not okay in his apartment or anything weird I will take him back and kick your fucking ass so hard you end up in a catatonic unresponsive state yourself. Got it, fucker?” You asked, keeping the glass out of his reach. He just nodded, a very wide and creepy smile forming on his face as you let him take the glass from your hand.

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Wow I just reread the previous parts and I can't even fathom the amount of stupid this story is.