#I had to reupload this because it wasn't showing up in any tags

[ghostlyclem]

[reupload sorry]

[cherricola-star]

Pizza delivery boy Bangchan

Oh no it seems like you're a couple dollars short how are you going to pay for it?

One-shot, not proofread, reupload because I'm dumb and fucked up the polls, no tags yet

It's been a long day, a long grueling day which means cooking is off the table and honestly out of thought. It's also Saturday which means you don't have anything to do the next day so you can do whatever you want and not have to worry about the consequences of whatever you did the night prior.

There's choices on the delivery app that you're using but you really aren't feeling any of them as you scroll through the app. Chinese, Sushi, Indian, burgers they're all so boring. You continue to scroll until you see a new pizza delivery place DOMINO, not Dominos but DOMINO and you're a bit confused. How do they work out copyright laws? Regardless, you decide to check out the new store and scroll through their menu. It's a Korean pizza place with pizza toppings you've never thought to try before and other foods that interest you. You decide to play it safe and order a pizza that's somewhat similar to the ones you've had in the past with new add-ons.

You select the delivery option too lazy to actually go out and get it yourself and pay your fee. A wait time of 10-15 minutes is given so in the meantime you decide to get your stuff together to watch a series while you wait.

While you wait you decide to change into something more comfortable since you honestly were going to just pass out after eating so might as well just prepare for the inevitable.

As the minutes go by you've already changed and got a new show playing while you wait on your food.

*DING*

You get up from your space on your couch once you hear the sound of your doorbell assuming it's your pizza. You unlock the door ready to receive your pizza, not ready for the absolute beauty in front of you.

“Hey…Pizza delivery for uhh…,” he checks the top of the box for your name”Y/N?”

“Yeah that's me.” You awkwardly respond. You most definitely were not prepared for this man at all and if you had the slightest idea he would be coming you would have put on nicer nightwear.

You take the pizza from his hands and check to see if it's what you'd ordered and it's not, not at all actually in fact, it looks like someone else's order.

“Hey umm this isn't my order.” You look up at him. He flushes and checks his delivery tablet that you just noticed was strapped to his arm.

“Oh my God I'm so sorry. There's like 3 orders that I have with the same first name that's definitely my fault. I can go run down and get you yours.”

You nod your head in agreement and give him back the pizza and watch him rush to go and get the correct order.

He comes back to your door handing you the correct pizza, you checked that it was, and hummed in satisfaction.

“How much do I owe you?” You question him

“You can call me Chan and the pizza is gonna be $52.76,”

You're jaw drops, $52 for a fucking pizza?!? That's like not even bigger than 7 inches wide?!?

You have to ask him out of genuine disbelief if this is true.

“Are you being for real?” You hawk at him and he nods before responding “I know the delivery app doesn't show it but if you look it up it's a Michelin star restaurant. We just started doing deliveries so the app hasn't really uhh…updated I guess? Our marketing team is still working on it.”

You're actually shocked. Had you known it was a Michelin star restaurant you would have immediately rescinded that order and got regular pizza. Regardless you only had $38 including tip and that means you were short. $14.76 short to be specific.

“I'm well I wasn't aware that your restaurant was so important and I'm so sorry to say that I only have $38…” You look at him through your lashes genuinely not sure what to do. “You can take the $38 and the pizza back. I really can't make it up unless you want me to run down the street to the closest ATM.”

He gives you a good look and lets out a breath of laughter. “I mean there is one way you could make up for it.” You look at him in surprise, ”Seriously?”

He nods his head “I just need one thing from you and don't feel pressured from it alright?”

You agree and he responds positively. “Give me a kiss?” A kiss? He wants a kiss? Well it's not like you're uncomfortable with the idea he is extremely cute and if it gets you a $14 discount who are you to deny it. “I'll give you a kiss.”

He steps into your home and moves his hands to take the pizza from you and put it on a bear by table. He then holds the back of your head and pulls you in for a quick kiss which then turns into multiple kisses and then evolved into longer desperate wet kisses. You both pull away to catch your breaths. “You know.. you're the first client I've ever wanted to do this with,” he says between breaths. You reconnect for a quick kiss before he moves to your ear to whisper “I can make this pizza worth everything and more if you trust me.”

You look in his eyes and give him the okay to do whatever he wants.

“Show me your bedroom.”

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So so sorry babes I fucked up the poll so I had to reset it so here it is again.

[tinyidle]

seongsang -- hotteok -- they're basically begging me to make a drabble atp (references at the very end)

reuploaded because i forgot tags 💔

your ex teaching your current bf how to please you (based on this ↑ live when seonghwa was 'teaching' yeosang how to flirt) nfsw; fingering; exhibitionism; fem reader

you liked seonghwa, but he ultimately wasn't for you. yeosang, however, you loved. the only problem was that, unlike your ex lover, yeosang didn't know exactly how to please you. he was the best at understanding you, respecting you, and being the one you can count on. all of these were what you and seonghwa had lacked after two months of being together-- but five months in, you and yeosang were still strong. romantically, everything was perfect.

your sex life, however; that's how your ex came in.

"come on, yeosang, curl your fingers down. you can spin balls and pens but not your girl? tsk," seonghwa tantalized as yeosang was doing his best to push his slim, lengthy fingers in and out of you. he had the softest hands you've ever felt, but for some reason he was uncoordinated with them when it came to your cunt.

your boyfriend panted as he tried not to be too affected by your ex's words, looking up at your face to see any reaction from you, and you returned the favor by furrowing your brows to how deep he was going. however, you didn't feel your spot being pressed at all.

after five months of bland and rather unsatisfying sex (yeosang's words as he saw how you looked; not yours), your boyfriend called his friend-- who had happened to be your previous boyfriend-- and begged to show him how to please you properly.

after some reluctance, seonghwa finally nodded and scheduled a date for the three of you. now here you guys are: your ex egging your boyfriend to fuck you good while you were basically their toy to play with.

yeosang groaned as seonghwa held his hand, angling it a different way to reach you better. "like this, she loves when you reach her this way." he was right, as you squeezed your eyes shut upon feeling yeosang hit your g-spot deeply. it felt even better than your times with seonghwa, something you thought would never happen.

your boyfriend was mesmerized as he saw you contort your face into a shape he's never seen before. leaning down to lick your clit a few times, he went back up to ask seonghwa something. "had she ever made this face with you, hyung?"

seonghwa only chuckled as he watched you come undone on yeosang's fingers, shivering from the shattering orgasm. "yes and no. yes because she's made beautiful faces when she was close, but no because she made that face especially because of you."

"fuck," yeosang replied in a whispered tone, continuing to massage your spot as you grinded down on his hand. "i cant to see how many faces she'll be making tonight."

references for my inspiration for this small fic-y thing: the 'hotteok' live , yeosang just spinning things , and a recent yeosang fic @/riboism made that has been lost in time 💔

[calebs-hangout-corner]

(Long happy/?? rant incoming. Sorry, I just saw your account and had to talk to someone about this)

Ough. I've been thinking about when I read the original The Ghost Next Door book and it honest-to-God changed my mind or something because no book I've read so far is as of high reputation in my mind as that. Maybe it was because I was younger and hadn't read as much, but I have had it in my head for like a month now to Get That Book for myself. My school library has like twenty or so of the books but not that one!! When I saw the Goosebumps collection I was like "NO WAYYYY" but then I got really disappointed when it wasn't there. I need to ask the librarian if they can get it LOL.

Anyway, I remembered it again after going through a nostalgia blog and I searched the tag. Lo and behold, there was your blog! I don't remember any of the other plots very well (from the ones I read; the bookshelf where I originally read it was TINY and barely ever had GB books), nor any of the characters aside from Hannah and Danny, but nevertheless I'm enjoying your Goosebumps art and content a lot. Btw your art style is awesome. :D

I'm now desperate to find somewhere to watch the original 90's show. I've seen it's on Google Play or whatever and Microsoft, but I need to look into that. Help is appreciated, if you know where.

But I guess my question is: what books do you recommend? I like both the standard and the choose your own adventure ones (idk if there are any others). I read/started reading The Haunted Mask, The Werewolf of Fever Swamp, Welcome to Camp Nightmare, The Ghost Next Door (duh), Let's Get Invisible, Monster Blood, The Cuckoo Clock of Doom, The Girl Who Cried Monster (I think. That's the one where the guy eats the bugs or whatever, right?), Escape From Camp Run-for-Your-Life, You Can't Scare Me, Scream of the Evil Genie and/or Be Careful What You Wish For (one of them, lol, maybe both. I think it involved a cola can?).

Any suggestions would be appreciated! Thanks for reading this long-as-hell ask and also thank you if you respond! Obviously, no pressure. Hope you have a great week and good things come your way!

P.S., you got me to start listening to the Goosebumps the Musical: Phantom of the Auditorium soundtrack and it's so good.

-👻🪐 (I hope emoji anons are okay, just in case there's a follow-up ask or something)

Hello!!! This message is very sweet and I had fun reading it, thank you! I'm sorry it took me a day to respond, I was a little busy!

I hope you're successful in finding the book. My library has the opposite problem: It has no books except Ghost Next Door (germany doesn't really sell them anymore, so they're hard to come by, even in libraries). Also, all the Goosebumps episodes you can find on YouTube somewhere! There's many reuploads of them.

As for books I'd recommend, you've already read a few of the ones I really like! But if you need more my favorites you haven't read from the series' you mentioned liking include:

- Phantom of the Auditorium (but like the book version! Very good, very fun, really emphasises the "the gang shares one braincell" part)

- Werewolf Skin

- Calling All Creeps

- Night of the Living Dummy 1 and 2, I've heard the third is good too but that one actually didn't manage to hold my attention, but maybe it will for you!

- Welcome To Dead House (This one's fun)

- Piano Lessons Can Be Murder (I just think it's neat)

- A Night In Terror Tower (Again, I just think it's neat!!), This one also has a "Give Yourself Goosebumps" sequel book "Return To Terror Tower) I recommend aswell!

- Beware, The Snowman!

As for the Give Yourself Goosebumps books I'm like "Please Don't Feed The Vampire"

Those are the books I'm fond of. It's a bit of a list, I hope you don't mind!

[kybercvnt]

I'll Take Care of You

Pairing – Cassian Andor x GN!Reader

Summary – Cassian has spent most of his life caring for Maarva, so he wasn't unfamiliar with comforting those he loves. Especially you. So he sees you are sick, he immediately springs into action and supports you like he always does.

Word Count – 2015

Warnings – Mentions of vomiting and sickness.

A/N – This is a reupload since for whatever reason it was hidden from tags.

Beneath those cold and hard eyes, Cassian’s heart was warm. You saw him for who he really was, what he stood for, and the determined endless fight for those he loved. Cassian always looked so intimidating to the average man, he acted serious all of the time with a face full of stoicism. He had been through so much as a child, being rescued by Maarva but to be torn from the life he grew up in to learn another.

Goodness, and Maarva. She and Andor were inseparable. You knew her so well that you could even consider her your other mother. You found it cute how much Andor cared for her, he would always put her in front of himself, he was such a momma’s boy. When you learned that Maarva rescued him, he made it known that he owed it to her, ready to risk it all. As she got older, Andor got stronger, and as she got more reliant, he was still forever and always supporting her.

Whenever he saw you, though, his austere expression would falter, and a much open and happier Cassian would be brought to the light. You didn’t know what you did to deserve this different Cassian, you treated him like you treated everyone else you met. Except you made him feel special and loved, you acted like you really cared for him with a sincerity he never knew he needed. 

You were like a beacon to him, he had grown so attached to you that he knew when something was wrong. When somebody had been mean to you, or you had been broken up with, you couldn’t match his level of impassiveness and he always knew. He would show them a piece of his mind for messing with you, for messing with him. He was always a part of you, always sticking up for you and staying by your side. No relentless teasing from your friends about how protective he was of you would ever break the bond you both had.

It was almost like a sixth sense, he had. Today was one of those days he knew you weren’t doing so well. You hadn’t shown up to meet him in your usual spot, and he became increasingly more worried as time passed. When he decided to investigate your whereabouts, he saw you emerge from behind a building. You wore something more comfortable than you normally did, something more homely and warm, clutching it around your body. Your pace towards him was slow, and you didn’t look very lively.

He wanted to smile at your arrival, but when he heard the harsh sniffles from your blocked nose, the grin was wiped from his face. He didn’t let you force yourself to move any further to him, and he brought himself to you, reaching to you in comfort.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Cass.” You told him, your voice sounded quiet and faded as if you were losing it. You saw one of the many looks of Cassian, not glee, not serious, but worrying. The same look he’d give you when he’d catch your glossy eyes on the verge of tears. That time, you regretted looking into those concerned eyes because you realised how lucky you were to have him in your life.

“No, no. You didn’t keep me waiting at all, Princess. What’s wrong?” He asked you. You splayed your palm on his chest to push him away, and let out the most gruesome, wet, and throaty cough he had ever heard into your elbow. You had indirectly answered his question.

“I think I might’ve caught a bug or something.” You rubbed your own chest to soothe the aftermath of that mucusy belt.

“We don’t have to hang out today, you know. You should be resting.” You had hoped that your sickness was actually just one of those spontaneous phlegmy mornings and it would go away as the day progressed. You had doubted your own judgement and left your house in a shivering and sick mess.

“Please.” You rasped. “Please take me home.” He hugged your shoulders, wanting to keep you warm and not daring to have you leave his side.

“Too far. My house is closer.” He told you. You truly wanted to object to being accommodated in his home while you were ill, but you weren’t sure if you could even make it all the way to your house. As always, Cassian was right.

“But, Maarva.” You protested.

“Maarva won’t mind you, she never has. She enjoys your company, remember? You’re like another addition to the family.” He comforted you while you both walked. You were still just as slow and weak as you were when he saw you, so he made sure that he went at your pace.

“She can never have enough kids, can she?” You joked, and Cassian laughed. You weren’t sure if it was genuine, or if it was just another one of his supporting techniques. You were never quite sure, but either way, it worked. His warm smile made your stomach do flips, or was it the sickness? It was all just waves of nausea to you.

When he opened the door to his home and let you step inside, you could see the blurry figure of Maarva perched in her favourite armchair. That’s where she liked to sit most days. You were getting dizzy though, cold sweat was forming across your forehead, and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. Bee was eagerly ready to greet both you and Cassian at the front door, and you saw the way he was scanning your vitals.

“Oh dear, what happened?” Maarva asked generally, but it was only Cassian who could speak for you.

“Just a sickness they probably picked up at work or something.” He said, supporting your weight as your ailing body trudged through the room.

“They have a 98.769% chance of a full recovery within the next 24 hours.” Bee-Two piped up, but nobody was interested in hearing about the odds.

“I think Mera from down the road caught something similar a few days ago. A terrible bug going around.” She yelled from her seat to you both, who were now walking down the hallway. Well, he was more like dragging you at this point.

You saw that he was taking you to his bedroom at the end. You loved his bedroom. You saw the fragments of his childhood plastered around the room, your favourite was the toy Bantha that sat next to his bed. You loved how he never really grew up. He never found his belongings ‘childish’ or ever wanted to swap them out for something more mature and ‘cool,’ you appreciated how his identity resonated within the four walls of the most comforting spaces in a house.

Once you were about to pass the refresher, you felt the wave of nausea rush over you once more, so you gained a surge in strength and bolted into the lavatory, immediately ejecting last night’s dinner into the toilet. Cassian grimaced at the sound, before leaving and giving you some privacy with your eruption of bile.

After you had emptied your stomach’s contents, the nausea subsided and you felt much better than before. You flushed the previous traumatic heaving down the toilet and leant back on the cool tiles. Cassian arrived back not long after leaving, now with a glass of water in his hand. He leaned down and handed it to you, you gave him a weak half-smile as thanks, and began to sip at the water and spit it back into the bowl, cleaning out your mouth. Cassian opened the cupboard under the sink and passed you a fluoride tab. You popped the dissolvable inside your mouth, the taste of sickness had now been overpowered by the succulent mintiness.

Once you were ready, Andor helped you up off the floor and steadied you to his bed, where he gently sat you down and aided you under the sheets. His mattress wasn’t as plush as yours, you knew that his body had been more acquainted with sleeping on firm surfaces as a kid, and Maarva had been so kind to get another mattress that would remind him of home.

As he tucked you under the covers, he trailed a thumb down the side of your cheek, the sickliness evident on your skin. You loved the touch, it was comforting and you wanted him to do it forever. Unfortunately, his hand had only lingered on you for a moment before pulling away.

“I’ll get you something to eat.” He told you. You didn’t have an appetite, so you objected.

“I’ll just be sick again.” He turned to your cries.

“Have you eaten anything today?” He asked. Rats, he got you. You felt too sick to eat anything, so it was better off just not to. You continued to stare into his eyes, not wanting to admit you hadn’t. “That’s what I thought.” He turned back around and walked out of the room. You looked up at the ceiling, reflecting on your relationship with the man. He was your best friend, like a brother even. He was always there for you in your dire needs, and you there for him. You really didn’t deserve him, he had too much compassion to waste on you. So, you were very much thankful to have someone who cared about your well-being this much. So much so that you were tucked up in his bed, being cradled and cared for like a baby.

He came back with a piping hot bowl of soup. A rich, bountiful, watery meal, filled to the brim with sustenance. You slowly slid yourself up to sit upright and accepted the bowl, thanking him. You slowly sipped at the bowl full of soup and felt warmer, and a lot better. You heard the whirring of droid wheels and saw the glimpse of red behind Cassian.

“This soup will increase your chances of recovering by 3.000028%,” Bee said. You wanted to smile at the little droid’s speech. Droids and their love for percentages, you suppose. Cassian smiled when he saw you smile, it felt good to him that you had looked a lot better than you did when you first entered his house.

“You’re too good for me, Cass.” You told him, lifting the bowl up to your lips.

“I care a lot about the people I love. I’ll take care of you, I’ll always take care of you.” He sat on the edge of the bed, staring into you with that loving look he always had for you. His hand reached over and held yours which was still clutched onto the sides of your bowl. Neither of you broke eye contact, he had you beguiled. “I mean it. You're the person I love the most, so I’ll care especially for you.” He had you enamoured, and you were speechless.

You decided to show your gratitude for all of the efforts he went through to make you feel better and you leaned into him. He knew you so well that it was like he had predicted this and leaned in as well. Your faces met and your noses brushed past each other for a brief second before your lips met. You were thankful for the fluoride tab and the soup, you would’ve never lived with yourself if he had to taste your own vomit. The unspoken and unexchanged feelings were now released into the atmosphere, and your sickness had mysteriously dissipated.

He was someone that meant so much to you, he would always put in the extra effort to have you feel supported. Your happiness made him happy, and he was only satisfied when your negative feelings were quickly whisked away by his presence. No other man would put himself through hell to make someone feel like they were in heaven, except for Cassian. Now he was all yours. You wanted to make sure he understood how deeply you appreciated his efforts, and he happily received the affection you provided.