You huff as you stand up for the twentieth time during the first ten minutes of Hocus Pocus. How many trick or treaters can there be in your quiet lane? Answering the door, mask on, you screech out loud and thrust the bowl of sweets out so that they can grab some. What you weren't expecting was for the person outside to start screeching as well. Moving the sight obscuring mask out of the way you see Karkat. But not in his usual attire. No, instead you are met with the sight of Karkat dressed in a hot pink, quite revealing fairy costume, soaked from the rain, bruises littering him and almost completely covered in glitter. You almost spit all over him I mean, who wouldn't nearly choke at the sight of their grumpy, troll boyfriend/matesprite coming home in such a state?

"What the hell happened to you?!" You spit out, gasping for breath. 

"SHUT UP AND LET ME IN. I'M COLD." You move aside and he hurries in, immediately going up to his room. Not too long afterwards, you hear the shower turn on.  Calming down you continued to watch Hocus Pocus. Half an hour later Karkat comes to the living room dressed and looking tender. 

"So what happened anyway?"

"I got ambushed by Feferi and Gamzee." The image of the two trolls mugging the small troll nearly made you cry.

"What do you mean?"

"I was walking back from Sollux's hive and when I turned the corner those two fuckasses came running at me with that ridiculous shit up there." He said pointing to the ceiling.

"Oh my God..."

"Don't even laugh, I've had enough of that shit."

"Aw, do you want to cuddle and watch Hocus Pocus?" Karkat hesitated before quickly strolling over. He dropped himself so that his head was resting in your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, humming contently as you did so. With a purring Karkat in your lap, you couldn't help but notice the slight irony. It's funny how someone who was such a douchebag online could be such a cutie!

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I came out to my parents about my depression and suicidal thoughts the other day. Not gonna lie, I regret it but they've taken it well. They said that they sort of expected it because I'd always had signs of depression and I was always so different from my sister. I'm kinda glad I told them though it was getting hard to shoulder it all. I would suggest opening up to someone to those who also have trouble relying on people and talking about their feelings. It's the first huge step in an uphill struggle but I believe all of those who feel the way I do can do it. I'm an unmotivated piece of crap aiming to be a video game designer which is incredibly difficult and South Cheshire is being evasive so yeah. But I've made that step and along with support from my adoptive mother, my real mum and dad friends and Councillors I think I might actually be able to do it.

I believe in you.