suguru looks at you and thinks he could tell you everything.
it's tempting—how you hold his gaze when others normally avoid it. anyone else and their eyes dart away immediately, blurring him into the background. not with you though; with you, he exists in central focus.
there's a strand of your hair that's fallen out of place, and he reaches to tuck it behind your ear, quickly. it's a trick, a sleight of hand that conceals the tremble of his fingertips.
(your breath hitches when he grazes your cheek.)
the noise in the cafe is a symphony of indistinct chatter and soft alternative folk music, with ceramics clinking as the constant underlying beat. none of it is supposed to go together, but it carries the ambiance in its harmony.
he leans in closer when you speak.
you continue your story, off on a tangent already; his head tilts to the side, a finger to his temple as he nods along, lips curling at the edges fondly. this same look has made others nervous, flustered, but you seem unfazed; meeting him eye-to-eye overtly.
which isn't normal.
and if he's being truly honest with himself, none of this—what he's doing, thinking, how he's feeling—is normal.
suguru believes in secrets, that some things are better kept to himself.
but, it's one look into your eyes, at the way you regard him so unlike everybody else that has him wondering how you'd react if he tells you you look pretty instead of nice today—how you are pretty much a frequent visitor to his thoughts lately.
(you talk and talk and talk because you can never tell what he's thinking—mysterious smile matched with an unnerving stare is a combination too deadly.)
he doesn't do 'brunches'—it's either a late breakfast or an early lunch, pick one—yet he finds himself seated in a cafe at 10:27 a.m., having one with you.
the lock to his chest has been tampered with; if he dusts it off, he'll find your fingerprints, left behind unknowingly. you are innocent until proven guilty, but his lips, usually shut tight, are now slowly unzipping; it's you, the root of all this.
if he tells you he likes looking at you—might always want to—would you consider having another brunch with him? to stay longer in that suspended in-between of breakfast and lunch time?
(you blink, suguru still leaned in, listening.)
(if you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, will his breath hitch just the same?)
for @rinniessance; a lil birthday gift for you angie bby! (i might be a lil early posting this... oop!) i've never written sugu but wanted to try for you 🥹 ily you beautiful soul!! (not a birthday fic itself but i hope i gave a decent characterisation of him! 🥺)
thank you notes: @mysugu @soumies for helping me try to figure this man out 😭
comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡
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winston: “anyone wanna hear my favourite joke about the periodic table?”
genji: “i do not.”
hanzo: “no.”
cassidy: “i-i’m still puzzlin’ over the last one.”
*moira: “na.”
phara: “no one wants that.”
*d.va: “na.” *giggles*
reaper: “no.”
ashe: “can’t say i do.”
*junkrat: “i dunno. will it make me go ‘he he’? eh?”
*reinhardt: “yes! but i can’t promise i’ll understand it.”
junker queen: “not unless you want that table broken over your head.”
doomfist: “i do not.”
ana: “no thank you.”
baptiste: “i’m guessing.. no.”
*brigitte: “na!”
echo: “this is not, perhaps, the best time.”
sojourn: “winston, please. no.”
solider: “no!”/“nope!”
*mercy: “n.a.!”
*mei: “na!”
*winston responds to these responses with a chuckle.
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Just saw your post about the Mercy/John/Augustine whole thing and *chef's kiss* so I have this question that's been on the back burner for a while and thought I'd ask your take on it then, why for dios apate did they chose it to be Mercy and Augustine with John? Why not just one of them? I mean Mercy is an anatomy expert right, she probably could have done something by/on herself or Augustine
Well it's like in the post, right? Dios Apate Major had to be both Augustine and Mercy, because just one of them wouldn't have worked.
If one of them had started coming on to John, it would have put John on the spot and had a much higher chance of setting off his paranoia. Their seduction technique relied on the existing dynamic between the three of them, and played on one of John's most fervid desires: for his friends to get along and like him.
It goes like this: Augustine and Mercy start an old fight, and pull John in as mediator. They let John "succeed" at deescalating the argument, thereby making him feel good about himself, then pivot the remaining tension to sexual tension. John's already part of the argument, so it's easy enough to make it feel like a natural progression when they pull him into their exciting new method of making up. And there you go! John's seduced, their complicated power dynamic isn't upset, and John's none the wiser that it was all a scheme to gain access to his genetic code.
So long story short, just one of them showing new interest in John would have been suspicious. Showing new interest in one another and taking John along for the ride gets under his defences, because he wants so badly for them to get along.
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Unfortunately, the PokeAni zine I was a part of (Type Wild!) got cancelled recently so here are 2/3 pieces I completed for it! (more infos under cut)
First the print: the BW female rivals (featuring Trip) just chilling at a café. (Trip is paying) (he doesn't know that) (Burgundy's whole reaction is just "cry harder rich boy" tbh)
Second: A cute Sycamore found fam sticker! I make these four lil guys rotate in my brain like rotisserie chicken. They're important to me <3 I wanted to add a quote to it from the French lyrics of the XY game credits but decided against it last minute. The ones I thought about were: "Laissons donc s'épanouir les fleurs de la bonté."
The whole song fits perfectly but I think this particular line is simple, short and fit the vibe I wanted.
The whole team was absolutely lovely and I keep staring at the art/writing created by the talented creators composing said team and like... I don't know man, I just love everything we created. Really sad that we had to cancel but that's just how the cookie crumbles sometimes.
I finished 2 different pieces out of 3 for Type Wild!. Those 2 were meant to be merch (a print & a sticker). The last piece was a page artwork which I shall complete in my own time and post whenever it's done (pss pss it's XYZ related)
Thanks again to Mimo and Null for inviting me onto this project. It was really fun and I loved being able to see so many talented people's creative process. You guys all rock <3
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From the "McGriddle and Shark" post replies, all I can think of now is
"I'm not the Onceler!" the Necrolord Prime, King of the Nine Renewals shouted.
"My Lord?" Mercymorn inquired as Augustine snuffed his cigarette out in an ashtray.
"Do I look like the Onceler?"
"I think you'd have to explain what a 'Onceler' is, first, John," Augustine huffed out.
"THIS GUY," the Emperor Undying shouted while scribbling a picture on the back of a memo from the cohort.
"Teacher, to be fair, if you wore a hat," Ianthe offered, gently.
"The resurrection was a mistake," God said, as he slumped into a chair and cradled His head in His hands.
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