Today was the same as any other day. Go into school, be tripped in the hallway and be the laughing stock for a while. When it gets to lesson time you have spitballs hurled at you, people kicking your chair, etc... It will go on like that until your safe haven arrives. Lunch time. As usual, you rush to a far away and concealed fence. By concealed I mean a large iron fence(AUTHOR-CHAN: (you know the ones that have those squares in between the metal bars)) hidden by a huge bush and some trees. There, you wait. Around a minute later, the only solace you have in this world appears in all his grey glory. Standing on the other side of the fence is Karkat Vantas, the troll.

"WHAT'S UP PATHETIC HUMAN." You giggle at his usual greeting.

"Sup, useless troll." He frowns slightly.

"YOU KNOW, YOU STILL HAVEN'T TOLD ME WHAT'S BEHIND THAT BUSH AND THOSE GOGDAMNED TREES." He says clearly not amused.

"I will someday, just... Not today. Okay?"

"DON'T BE A FUCKING POET WHEN YOU'RE OLDER." You giggle again and pull at the bottom of your long sleeved sweater. Karkat takes note of that little action.

Time passes quite quickly, both of you chatting and you offering him half of your food. To this offer he would reply, "I HAVE NO NEED FOR YOUR DISGUSTING HUMAN FOOD." But then taking that half when you said you made it yourself. You gasp as the bell rings. Karkat stands and dusts himself off as you pack your things away. You stand and wave as you run back to the bush. Karkat waves back before turning and walking away. You exit through a hole in one of the smaller bushes. You somehow got into class before most of the others did. The people that were already in there either ignored your presence or gave you a slight pitying look. You hated it. Not the people ignoring you, oh no, the people giving you pitying looks. You didn't want pity.

You had seen pictures all over the internet of people with cuts on their arms, often making disturbing messages like "It's them, not me." Or "It's all societies fault!". These people wanted attention. Unlike you. Yes, you cut but you didn't want to reveal it to anyone. You wanted to go to the psychiatrist and get help but you didn't want to burden anyone with your problems. You also were scared of the way they might look at you. With disgust? With hate? With boredom? With a smile? With pity? You didn't know and you weren't keen to find out. As the class began to fill up a bit more, people had spitballs at the ready. As a certain person walked in you shivered as their name tumbled out of their mouth.

"Oh, hello (y/n) how's my little suicidal freak?" You put your head down.

"Aww, still having violent thoughts. What? Do you want to hit me for talking to you like this? Well?" Your fist clenched a little and they noticed.

"Oh, so you do, huh? Well go right ahead, not as if you would though." They said about to turn to their own desk. No. You weren't going to take the humiliation anymore. Not anymore. NOT ANYMORE!

You stood, your chair screeching against the lino floor. You grabbed the back of their jacket and swung them round. You brought back your fist and just as you were about to swing, the teacher walked in. Regardless, you swung anyway and punched them in the jaw.

"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?! I NEVER STOOD OUT! I WAS NEVER HORRIBLE TO YOU! I NEVER EVEN WENT ANYWHERE NEAR YOU! WHY DO YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THIS TO ME?! DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE OUTCOME OF YOUR WORDS AND THE EFFECT THEY HAVE ON ME?!" You screamed as they flinched, obviously quite frightened by this new development of character. However, you didn't see a refusal on that face of shock. You lifted up your sleeves.

"THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS! I HAVE HIDDEN THIS FROM EVERYONE I HAVE EVER CARED ABOUT! EVERYDAY I PUT UP WITH YOUR BULLSHIT JUST TO GET THAT LITTLE BIT CLOSER TO THE SUICIDAL THOUGHTS THAT LITTER MY MIND! It's slowly eating me up inside! Why do you feel the need to act this way towards me? What did I do...?" Tears slipped off your face, and suddenly, you were embraced from behind. People started muttering.

"Wait, when did a troll get in here?" One whispered to her friend.

"He has such cute nubby horns!" Another squealed.

Nubby horns. No. It couldn't be.

"K-Karka-?" You croaked uncertainly.

"NO! SHUT UP! DON'T EVER DO THIS TO YOURSELF AGAIN, YOU UNDERSTAND ME? YOU PATHETIC HUMAN! WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST TELL ME?! I COULD HAVE HELPED YOU!"

"Karkat, please don't be angry with me! I'm sorry!" Karkat dragged you outside and arrived at the bush. He pulled you through.

"I'M SO PISSED AT YOU RIGHT NOW! WHAT DID I SAY?! I SAID WHAT DID I SAY?!"

"YOU SAID DON'T EVER CUT! THAT YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO CUT AND YOU DON'T WANT ME TO GO THROUGH THE PAIN THAT YOU DID! I'm SORRY Karkat I couldn't help it. It just kept happening again and again!" Karkat shook his head.

"ME AND YOU. WE ARE GOING TO A PSYCHIATRIST RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW!"

"W-wait Karkat! What if they judge me?!"

"THEY WON'T FUCKING JUDGE YOU, YOU IDIOT! IT. IS. THEIR. JOB! THEY PROBABLY SEE PEOPLE LIKE YOU ALL THE FUCKING TIME!"

"Fine Karkat."

"THANK FUCK. I WAS GETTING TIRED OF YOUR LAME ASS COMPLAINTS."

After you started going to the psychiatrist, you just kept going. It was really giving you the help you felt you needed. Of course, you weren't making as much progress as you, or your psychiatrist, would have liked.

The reason?

You were still being bullied. That, and the fact you were constantly alone.

21st of April.

You sat with your head down. Spitballs flew at you. Some hitting, others completely missing.

"Today class, Dale (Sorry if your name is Dale (If boys read my stuff...) but I was just using a random name that came into my mind.) stop spitting those vile things, we have a new- Dale. I'm giving you a warning, stop. We have a new- That's it. DALE OUT OF MY CLASSROOM. Oh, do you want to join him too mister Fletcher? No? Good, sit down and be quiet. Today class, we have a new student. He is-"

The teacher looked exasperated as a ruckus started up outside. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Well, not really.

Dale flew in from the corridor, and angry voice following after. With Dale on his back, that angry voice followed him in.

"BASTARD! YOU ARE THE ONE CONSTANTLY MAKING TROUBLE FOR HER! WHAT DID SHE FUCKING DO?!" Dale quivered on the floor. Dale was the one you had sent to the floor the week that Karkat found out. Karkat was held back by the teacher. You looked up and saw Karkat causing trouble. You stood and walked to the teacher and Karkat.

"Karkat, calm down, it's fine. I'm OK. Just introduce yourself so we can have this all sorted OK?"

"SHIT... FINE, BUT ONLY BECAUSE YOU FUCKING ASKED. I'M KARKAT VANTAS YOU FUCKERS GET USED TO ME BEING HERE. AND DON'T APPROACH (Y/N) IN ANYWAY OR I'LL RIP YOUR GUTS OUT OF THAT PATHETIC PINK SKIN OF YOURS. I AM YOUR FUCKING GOD AND DON'T FORGET IT YOU LITTLE NOSE PICKING NOOK-SNIFFERS."

With that Karkat sat with you at your desk. For the remainder of that, and the rest of your lessons, he growled at anyone who so much as glanced at you. Of course, it all had to end soon.

Karkat walked you home and said his goodbyes before leaving you to go into your apartment. Your parents had abandoned you when you were seven years of age. You guessed that they were just sick of you. These thoughts didn't help so you banished them from your mind. You smiled at the thought of Karkat and sat on your couch.

Weeks later!

Karkat had been looking after you and today was no different. However, you were suspicious as to why he was being a bit... Distant, let's say. It was all cleared up quickly though.

"HEY, (Y/N)... WOULD YOU... I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE... YOU KNOW... GO... SHOPPING WITH ME? (Did I make anyone think he was gonna ask you out or are you all used to my weird tricks?) I NEED TO PICK UP SOME SHIT FOR KANKRI AND SIGNLESS BEFORE I FUCKING MOVE IN WITH YOU."

"Oh, yeah, that's fine, I'll go shopping with y- Wait? What? Move in with me?"

"YEAH. I WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU AREN'T FEELING FUCKING LONELY AND WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU'RE ILL? I WON'T KNOW UNTIL I GET TO SCHOOL. MAINLY BECAUSE YOU WON'T FUCKING DOWNLOAD TROLLIAN OR PESTERCHUM."

"Fine Karkat, you can move in with me. But we're gonna have to share a room..." A blush rose to both of your cheeks. "... And a bed..." that blush just got redder.

"T-THAT'S FINE, JUST DON'T TAKE UP TOO MUCH SPACE..."

"Haha, OK."

A few days later.

Karkat had officially moved in with you yesterday and you two were preparing for bed. Karkat finished getting on his pyjamas before you did and walked out of the bathroom and opened the bedroom door.

"HEY, HURRY-!" Karkat stopped dead once he found you fumbling with the clasp of your bra. And, in your underwear.

"GET OUT!" Karkat's nose started to bleed.

"GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!" You screamed throwing the closest inanimate object at him, which happened to be the under wear you were going to change into tomorrow... Yeah, it hit him in the face. He snatched it off before throwing it back at you and running into the living room.

"FUCKING HELL! I'M SORRY!"

"YOU GOT BLOOD ON MY NEW UNDERWEAR!"

"ISN'T IT NATURAL TO HAVE BLOOD ON YOUR UNDERWEAR AT SOME POINTS DURING A FEMALES YEAR?!"

"NOT REALLY! WE WEAR SOMETHING CALLED A 'PAD' TO KEEP OUR UNDERWEAR CLEAN FOR FUCKS SAKE!"

"I SAID I WAS SORRY!"

"FINE! I'M DONE, JUST GET BACK IN HERE SO WE CAN GO TO SLEEP!"

Karkat trudged back in and got straight in the bed. You, already in the bed, turned your back on him. He followed suit.

Timeskip to morning.

When Karkat woke up that morning he found out something new about you. You were a cuddler. He woke up with you practically strangling his middle section and pressing you face into his chest. Karkat was just as shocked to find he, himself, was a cuddler, with one hand on the back of your head and the other on your upper back. He kissed your forehead and blushed.

"FLUSHED FOR YOU, YOU LITTLE FUCKER..." He whispered.

"Flushed for you too Kitkat."

"...WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Le end~~~~~~~~~~

You proud I did something? This took me a while, and with all the other requests I've been trying to do, they're all taking FOREVER.

Not to mention, it's hard for me to write Vriska shots because, she isn't my most well-liked troll in the world... I'll still do them, but it will take me a HELL of a lot longer than some others. Just ask Kabiro Xatuni, they've been waiting forever and I only have a few sentences for theirs... Sorry... I've been trying! I swear!

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