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Chat Knew First ~ Chapter 5 just posted!

• Megumi x reader

• Megumi is a streamer

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You nudge Megumi with your hip.

“So,” you say. “Gumi?”

“It’s their stupid nickname for me,” he responds, hands tucked into his hoodie’s pockets.

“Gumi like Goomy?”

He stares at you, so you add, “Goomy, like the Pokémon.”

“I know what Goomy is.”

“You do?”

“I’ve played Pokémon before.”

“You’ve played Pokémon?” Your voice sounds incredibly skeptical.

He gives you a look.

“Why does that surprise you?”

“I don't know.”

“I owned every DS growing up.”

“Seriously?”

He nods.

“My sister was obsessed.”

“I did not picture you battling eight-year-olds on Pokemon.”

“I wasn't battling eight-year-olds. I was twelve.”

“So... twelve-year-olds.”

He’s silent for a second.

“...Shut up.”

You beam. “I'm changing your contact name to Goomy.”

He just shrugs.

“Go ahead.”

You continue, “I have a binder in my flat. You’ll have to come over sometime so I can show you.”

Chat Knew First ~

• Megumi x reader

• Megumi is a streamer

You've had a massive crush on the quiet guy sitting a few rows in front of you in Intro to Scientific Computing since the semester started.

Getting assigned to the same project as partners? Fine.

Finding out that Megumi Fushiguro is one of the internet's most popular Twitch streamers? ...Not so fine.

Now you're spending afternoons at his house working on your simulation project, staying up until sunrise gaming, and enduring endless dating accusations from Yuuji and Nobara. The more time you spend with Megumi, the harder it becomes to ignore your feelings.

The worst part? Chat already ships it.

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You walk up the porch steps, feeling bare in your thin white tank, no bra, and tiny pyjama shorts. When no one answers the door on your first knock, you lift your hand up to knock a second time when the door opens.

What. The. Fuck.

Hand hovering in the air, you admire the view before you. Megumi stands in the doorway shirtless and dripping wet. A pair of sweats hangs dangerously low on his hips, revealing his glistening abs, and he’s currently rubbing a towel over his soaking hair. Whatever’s in your stomach is NOT butterflies. Butterflies flutter; this is more like being dropped from a plane without a parachute.

“Hey, y/n,” he drawls, as if he isn’t standing half-naked in front of you. “I just saw your messages after my shower, sorry. Come in.”

His voice is soft and low, probably because he doesn’t want to wake Yuuji or Nobara, but it’s doing things to you. He smells clean and slightly woodsy, and you have to touch your face to make sure you’re not actually drooling. Fuck. You need to get this crush under control.

“I'm so sorry for bothering you,” you whisper.

“It’s really no problem, y/n,” he smiles softly. “Don’t worry.”

He beckons you in, shutting the door behind you and turning around to lead you down the hall and up the stairs to the second level. You follow behind him, watching rivulets of water drip down his back, and holy fuck. Whatever’s happening with his back muscles as he walks is some sort of religious experience.

Fuck Me Eyes ~

summary •

Hannibal x reader

You live in a small trailer park outside of Baltimore. Most people keep to themselves, except for this strange man who moved into the trailer at the end of the row six months ago.

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He's cooking something, and it smells delicious. You sigh and sit up on the counter. He stands beside you, bumping your knee.

“May I please try?” You ask, pointing to the pan simmering on the stove. Hannibal gives you an amused look, stirring the pan once before setting the spoon aside.

“You ask a remarkable number of questions.”

“Is that a complaint?”

Am I flirting?

“An observation.” He plays along.

“And what have you observed?”

He studies you for a moment longer than necessary. At the ribbons in your hair, the fact that your top is a little too short and shows a sliver of your midriff, at your shorts that have ridden up your thighs to become even shorter.

“That curiosity outweighs caution.”

Something about the way he says it makes your stomach tighten.

“Should I be cautious?”

He smiles.

After a couple seconds tick by, he makes for the cutlery drawer.

“Of course you may have a taste,” he says.

Sweetest Blood ~

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I’ve never given much thought to how i would die, but right now, i wouldn’t really mind death taking my hand. I’m moving away from the only home i’ve known to live with Charlie in Forks, away from the sunny weather of Phoenix to a constant cover of cloud and rain. To make it worse, Ellie Williams seems to have taken an interest in me, and despite all the warnings i’ve received, i just can’t stay away from her. But the constant push and pull i’m receiving, and the mystery of her, is making me question whether she’s even human at all.

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“Who are they?” I ask.

Angela replies, “Joel and Tess Miller’s foster kids,” as Jessica leans in, swinging into gossip mode. “They all moved down here from Alaska two years ago. They kinda keep to themselves.”

Jessica scoffs, “Because they’re, like, together. Like together, together. The dark haired girl, that’s Dina, and the guy with the strut, that’s Jesse.”

Dina looks to be around 18, dark hair midway down her back, but she has it tied in a ponytail. Alongside her is Jesse, same age, big and brawny with a playful glint in his eye.

“They’re a thing,” Jessica continues. “I’m not even sure that’s, like, legal.”

“Jess, they’re not actually related,” Angela defends.

“But they live together. It’s weird.”

Jessica’s voice fades into the background as I spot the last one of them to enter. Auburn hair tied back in a half-bun, freckles dusting her pale nose, muscles hiding beneath the long-sleeve flannel she’s folded to her forearms. She looks to be about 18 too, and seems inwardly turned, mysterious, but she has a boyish charm to her. She’s the most striking of them all, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off her.

“Who’s she?”

Jessica turns. “That’s Ellie Williams.”

Suddenly, Ellie looks over. Her eyes meet my own, and I quickly I avert my gaze, hiding behind my curtain of hair.

“She’s totally gorgeous,” Jessica sputters. “I mean, look at her. But so aloof and kinda terrifying. Impossible to approach. And she never notices anybody.”

Across the cafeteria, Ellie smirks at something. The smile pulling at her lips makes her impossibly more beautiful.

“Anyway, don’t waste your time trying to talk to her.”

I’m pulled from my reverie as she takes a seat at the table alongside Dina and Jesse. Immediately, she begins playfully joking around and laughing with them. But her eyes wander back to mine, and I quickly avert them again.