Grub Handler: Eridan Ampora"Glub!" "ERIDAN?! WHAT THE HELL?!" You stared at your Matesprit in horror. 'HOW?! WHAT?! ...WHAT?!' You held him at eye level, studying the Grub in your grip. "Oh my goodness." You mumbled in aw. He tilted his head to the side, purple eyes shining with childish curiosity. "You are so... ADORABLE~!" You pressed him to your face gently, and kissed him on the head. He smiled and squealed, liking the attention. He wriggled out of your grip, and landed on the couch. You watched as he made his way to the floor, inspecting anything, and everything, he came across. He suddenly stopped. "Eridan...?" "Wweh! Wweh!" He started crying, making you hurry over to him. "Oh... what's wrong, baby~?" You said in a baby voice, picking him up. Small purple-tinted tears made their way down his face. You heard a faint sound of a stomach growling. "Are you hungry? Well... let's see what we got..." You walked into the kitchen, trying to calm Eridan down along the way. 'Good thing Kanaya taught me about Grubs...Grub Handler: Eridan Ampora by DanuAvalonArtemis
In The Stacks ~ John x ReaderIn The Stacks ~ John x Reader by ittybittyfangirl
You walked into the building. Instantly, you were greeted with the smell of books, musty and delicious.
The library was pleasantly full, but not uncomfortably so, just right for a Saturday afternoon.
You wandered through the stacks, in the YA books, downstairs in the adult books, through the audio books. You weren't even sure what you were really looking for.
Suddenly, a book caught your eye. It was on a shelf, way at the top, in the YA section. You reached up on tiptoe, and then, you almost had it, but another hand snatched it out of your way.
Your gaze followed the hand, which led to a wrist, which led to a pale forearm, which led to a well-muscled upper arm. Your eyes travelled up to the stranger's face. He was around your age, perhaps slightly older, with big blue eyes, messy black hair, slight buck teeth, and black rectangular-framed glasses. "Oh, I'm sorry!" He apologized.
You blushed as it dawned on you.
The boy was in your AP Bio, English II, and Creative Writing classes. His n