J+C: DRABBLES

☆"Don't Be Ashamed."☆

[ Jake is feeling ashamed/depressed for being autistic and Carrington comforts him. <3 ]

cw: nonverbal shutdown self-hatred, mental illness, dissociating, brief s/h.

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Jake was laying in his bed one night. Just on his phone. He finished his night routine and now is relaxing in his bed.

Well.. was relaxing.

He's scrolling on tiktok and his twitter. Seeing sudden hate comments. A sudden sigh escaped his lips.

Usually he doesn't really care, but he sees comments about his autism, claiming he's faking it for attention, and calling him all sorts of ableist things.

He clenched his jaw, scrolling through the comments and the hashtags. He didn't expect to see that much hate, especially for something he couldn't control.

He felt a lump in his throat, tears pricking at his eyes as he continued to read the comments. He was used to getting negative comments, but this was different. This was about his autism. It hurt more than he wanted to admit.

Blinking away his tears, he exhales a shaky breath. But he couldn't stop scrolling and reading the comments, the fake accusations, the bullying, the hate.

Yet he kept reading, in fact - he was supposed to be in bed by now. But he was just scrolling through the hate, each comment getting more darker than the last.

He was so engrossed in the comments that he didn't even notice the time passing. His eyes were tired, but he couldn't bring himself to put his phone down.

He couldn't stop scrolling, and he hated himself for it. He hated that he was letting the hate get to him. But it was so hard to ignore. The comments were like a knife twisting in his gut.

"What the fuck?" Jake asked out loud. Staring at one specific hate comment. It was an entire paragraph 'explaining' how Jake was 'faking his autism.'

He felt his heart drop as he read the comment. It was so detailed, so specific. He couldn't believe someone would say such things about him. He felt like he was being attacked, and it was all because of something he couldn't control. He couldn't help but feel hurt.

Carrington walked into the house, closing the door behind him. He dropped his keys on the table and took a deep breath, relaxing a bit after being out all day.

As Carrington walked up the stairs to call it a night, he noticed that Jake's bedroom light was still on by the crack underneath the door.

Curious, Carrington walked over to Jake's bedroom door and gently knocked. "Hey, you still awake?" he called out softly.

Jake lifts his head, recognizing Carrington's voice. He clicks his phone off. Getting off of his bed. He walked his PJ plaid pant covered legs over and turned the door knob. Opening it.

Carrington smiled when the door opened, relieved to see Jake. "Hey," he said again, his eyes scanning over Jake's face. "What's going on? You look like you've been up all night."

"I have been, sorta." Jake replied, mimicking the facial expression Carrington is expressing.

Carrington raised an eyebrow, his concern growing. "What do you mean, sorta?" he asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "Are you having trouble sleeping?"