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Comfort Character (Sad Dabi) x Comfort Character (Depressed NBlW Y/N)
This series will be labeled CC SD x CC D Y/N because the title is so long. 😐
-For those who don't know NBlW means that Y/N is Non-binary and is attracted to women-
☯I take no hate, say anything disrespectful and I'll say something disrespectful back☯
You stirred in your sleep, waking yourself up. Annoyed by this, you sat up in bed and realized you had fallen asleep in your school's uniform and shoes. Sighing, you remembered last night's events. You mentally cursed your teachers, as you got up out of bed and headed to your desk. Your laptop sat there innocently, almost as if it hadn't shut down in the middle of your essay the day before. Now-as you stressed over getting a four page essay over why you had to take a mental health day-you only have one day to rewrite it. As the slow hum of the laptop's fan met your ears while you waited for it to power on, you laid your head down on the desk. Tears spilled over your slim cheeks silently. Thoughts of suicide crossed your mind, but you knew you were just being oversensitive. Although, there was always that tiny voice inside the back of your mind telling you to reach out and get help. It was an overreaction. You were fine. At least, that's what you told yourself daily.
Your stomache growled, alerting you. As you looked up, you realise your laptop had shut down again. Sighing shakily, you get up and decide it was time to eat again.
Downstairs, your family chatted amongst themselves. No one noticed you standing awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs. You pulled up your pride bracelets. They were the ones people weave out if tiny rubber bands. You'd learned how to use them to cover your scars in emergencies. Sneaking around them to the stove, you picked up a paper plate and loaded it with two biscuits and a side of home-made gravy. You turned and headed back to the stairs. Just as you thought you'd slipped away, your father spoke,"Finally decide to eat, huh?" You nodded slowly, not turning to face him. You felt the earlier tears about to spill, taking a few steps up the stairs. He laughed,"Why don't you eat with your family?" Your heart pounded,"Sorry, I can't. I have work to do." He grabbed your shoulder tightly,"Nonsense. Surely you have time to spare to spend some quality time with the family!" You took a deep breath, before turning and walking to an empty chair. You sat down, only to stare at your food in disgust. You'd lost your appetite when your father had acknowledged you. He took a seat next to you,"So what have you been up to?" You shrugged, not meeting his eyes. Mother chimed in,"Don't you disrespect your father like that!" You flinched at the sudden noise. Your younger brother laughed,"Ooh. She's scared of Mom now?" You felt the tears brim at your eyes, spilling over. He added,"Oh, so you're fake crying now?!" You lost control of your temper, lashing out,"No! I genuinely can't take this anymore! Every day it's the same damn thing!" Your mother yelled,"You watch that mouth if yours Missy! I didn't raise a bitch!" Your tears flooded over your face now,"What about him?!"You pointed a finger at your brother. She responded angrily,"I didn't see him do anything wrong! You on the other hand. If I hear you speak like that again, I'll bust your lip open." You turned to your father for back up, since he'd been silent,"Dad?" He glared at you,"Boys will be boys. Besides, your mother's right. A fourteen year old shouldn't be using vile language like that." You screamed,"I'm 17! Or did you forget?!" Your brother chimed in again,"Well you're always in your room, so it's your fault." I growled at him,"Fuck you." You grabbed your plate, and stood from the table. Your mother was already beside you. Drawing her hand back, you dodged too late. Your cheek burned, and you could taste blood,"You can't speak to your brother like that!" You grabbed your plate, storming over to the stairs before shouting over your shoulder,"Here's dessert. Fuck you!" You opened your door, slamming it behind you. No doubt you'll hear about it later.
Dropping your plate onto your desk, you fell into bed, sobbing into your pillows. Your h/c colored hair clung to your wet face as you felt your eyelids droop to almost cover your dull e/c eyes. A strange wave of paranoia fell over you suddenly, and you sat up to glance around your darkened room. You silently wondered,"How'd it get so dark in here?" Just as you were about to stand up and turn on your light again, you caught a glimpse of your alarm clock,"What the hell? It's only two?!" You hadn't dozed off, and yet it was so dark. You turned to behind the headboard of your bed, pulling back the curtains. Sunshine blinded you, but none entered your room. Jumping back, you realised a sort of forcefeild covered the house. This was demented! You closed the curtains, and sat back down. Without warning, a powerful burst of warmth filled your room.
Peace!
💀❣️☯❤️💛💚💙💜☯❣️💀
© UwUturtle
-For those who don't know NBlW means that Y/N is Non-binary and is attracted to women-
☯I take no hate, say anything disrespectful and I'll say something disrespectful back☯
You stirred in your sleep, waking yourself up. Annoyed by this, you sat up in bed and realized you had fallen asleep in your school's uniform and shoes. Sighing, you remembered last night's events. You mentally cursed your teachers, as you got up out of bed and headed to your desk. Your laptop sat there innocently, almost as if it hadn't shut down in the middle of your essay the day before. Now-as you stressed over getting a four page essay over why you had to take a mental health day-you only have one day to rewrite it. As the slow hum of the laptop's fan met your ears while you waited for it to power on, you laid your head down on the desk. Tears spilled over your slim cheeks silently. Thoughts of suicide crossed your mind, but you knew you were just being oversensitive. Although, there was always that tiny voice inside the back of your mind telling you to reach out and get help. It was an overreaction. You were fine. At least, that's what you told yourself daily.
Your stomache growled, alerting you. As you looked up, you realise your laptop had shut down again. Sighing shakily, you get up and decide it was time to eat again.
Downstairs, your family chatted amongst themselves. No one noticed you standing awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs. You pulled up your pride bracelets. They were the ones people weave out if tiny rubber bands. You'd learned how to use them to cover your scars in emergencies. Sneaking around them to the stove, you picked up a paper plate and loaded it with two biscuits and a side of home-made gravy. You turned and headed back to the stairs. Just as you thought you'd slipped away, your father spoke,"Finally decide to eat, huh?" You nodded slowly, not turning to face him. You felt the earlier tears about to spill, taking a few steps up the stairs. He laughed,"Why don't you eat with your family?" Your heart pounded,"Sorry, I can't. I have work to do." He grabbed your shoulder tightly,"Nonsense. Surely you have time to spare to spend some quality time with the family!" You took a deep breath, before turning and walking to an empty chair. You sat down, only to stare at your food in disgust. You'd lost your appetite when your father had acknowledged you. He took a seat next to you,"So what have you been up to?" You shrugged, not meeting his eyes. Mother chimed in,"Don't you disrespect your father like that!" You flinched at the sudden noise. Your younger brother laughed,"Ooh. She's scared of Mom now?" You felt the tears brim at your eyes, spilling over. He added,"Oh, so you're fake crying now?!" You lost control of your temper, lashing out,"No! I genuinely can't take this anymore! Every day it's the same damn thing!" Your mother yelled,"You watch that mouth if yours Missy! I didn't raise a bitch!" Your tears flooded over your face now,"What about him?!"You pointed a finger at your brother. She responded angrily,"I didn't see him do anything wrong! You on the other hand. If I hear you speak like that again, I'll bust your lip open." You turned to your father for back up, since he'd been silent,"Dad?" He glared at you,"Boys will be boys. Besides, your mother's right. A fourteen year old shouldn't be using vile language like that." You screamed,"I'm 17! Or did you forget?!" Your brother chimed in again,"Well you're always in your room, so it's your fault." I growled at him,"Fuck you." You grabbed your plate, and stood from the table. Your mother was already beside you. Drawing her hand back, you dodged too late. Your cheek burned, and you could taste blood,"You can't speak to your brother like that!" You grabbed your plate, storming over to the stairs before shouting over your shoulder,"Here's dessert. Fuck you!" You opened your door, slamming it behind you. No doubt you'll hear about it later.
Dropping your plate onto your desk, you fell into bed, sobbing into your pillows. Your h/c colored hair clung to your wet face as you felt your eyelids droop to almost cover your dull e/c eyes. A strange wave of paranoia fell over you suddenly, and you sat up to glance around your darkened room. You silently wondered,"How'd it get so dark in here?" Just as you were about to stand up and turn on your light again, you caught a glimpse of your alarm clock,"What the hell? It's only two?!" You hadn't dozed off, and yet it was so dark. You turned to behind the headboard of your bed, pulling back the curtains. Sunshine blinded you, but none entered your room. Jumping back, you realised a sort of forcefeild covered the house. This was demented! You closed the curtains, and sat back down. Without warning, a powerful burst of warmth filled your room.
Peace!
💀❣️☯❤️💛💚💙💜☯❣️💀
© UwUturtle
