AUTHOR NOTE
--- This is a world where humans and trolls live together but still have a little bit of the hemospectrum-prejudice going on. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. Thank you---
You are laying on your couch reading lemons on Deviant Art and your moirale/friend, Eridan, isn’t bothering you for once; life is good.
“Move your glub’n feet.” Eridan mutters as he moves your feet off the couch and sits down
Never mind, life is adequate.
“Okay, I’ll move them.” You immediately press a bare foot against his face.
“Cod Damn It!” he shoves your foot away only to have the other foot press against his face.
Once this mature battle ends, your feet are in the seadweller’s lap as he flips through the TV channels. He pauses for a moment on a soap-opera but glances your way and changes to a History Channel show about an old war somewhere. Just as you get to the juicy part of your lemon Eridan starts talking.
“You knoww,

( A/n – If you haven’t yet go and read the opener >>>> demonofwrathrama.deviantart.co… This is going to be ___________ x Reader. You don’ t know what that means you’ll figure it out.
> I am busy as hell so there will be days that I won’t update.
> I am going to only do these on stuff I LIKE. If I don’t like the “Fandom” then it will not be on here.
>This is an AU for all of them (meaning lots of characters will be OOC).
>I am not the best writer so please ignore my mess ups.
> ALL HOMESTUCK CHARACTERS BELONG TO ANDREW HUSSIE NOT ME!
> You don’t like it then don’t read I don’t need you Trolling shit got it. That being said continue reading at your own risk. )
Cronus Ampora
You don’t know how long you sat there but you were brought back when you heard someone below you. You looked down and couldn’t believe your eyes…
“Wvell wvell wvhat do wve havwe here? Kitten stuck in a tree?

You reached into the box, grabbed something rectangular, and pulled out your hand. It seemed to be that you had grabbed a package of candy cigarettes, similar to the ones that Cronus had hanging out of his mouth all day. You opened the package and stuck one in your mouth. It made you giggle, seeing how completely off one simple cigarette made you look.
There was a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Cronus was behind you.
“You makin’ fun of me?” He asked in an accusing tone.
You quickly shook your head, not wanting him to be upset with you.
He leaned in close and used his teeth to take the cigarette from your mouth. “Good,” He muttered, walking past you and towards the closet. You blushed and quickly followed. The two of you smushed into the closet and Dave shut the door behind you.
“...You’re not going to smoke in here, are you?” You suddenly asked.
Cronus snickered. “My cig’s are just for show, you should know tha

Cramps
“Kitten?”’ calls a voice through the house. You groan and turn over, feeling the pounding headache get worse as you hear your flush crush coming in. It suddenly sinks in and you want to die ; Cronus Ampora was about to see you on your period. How embarrassing was that? He was your crush for Christ’s sake ; and a boy, at that!
Blood rushing to your cheeks, you look around the room and see a bottle of Ibuprofen and Midol and other menstrual- related healing pills and chocolate wrappers all over the room. It didn’t helping that you were in sweatpants and your hair was in the messiest, crappiest bun known to man. Placing your hands over your face and letting out another moan as the cramps returned, harder, all thoughts about Cronus seeing you like this to the point were you would rather die than continue having these fucking cramps.
Your parents had left for the weekend and your older brother was gone - to see Karkat, you think? You slouch farther into