#sigsh

[neoheros]

“morning samu!”

the bells that hang by onigiri miya’s front door ring loudly as you enter the building, the sound of your voice accompanied with a chipper smile on your face as the early morning begins.

osamu barely looks up from the counter at your arrival, not needing to see you to know that it is you, and even if he is too busy fiddling with the register, he still smiles knowing that you’re here.

not that it would be anything special if you were, you were here practically everyday at this point, it might as well be part of osamu’s morning routine to welcome you in.

not that he minds — he’d never — but not that he’d tell you that, anyway.

“good morning.” he says to you, the smile on his face obvious now as you can hear it in his voice, but he still doesn’t look up from the register, too immersed in the work to tear himself away.

“seat yourself, will ya? bit busy here at the moment.”

you shrug off your coat from your shoulders as you hear him, nodding to yourself as you pick the table you like the most, and you call out, teasing, “alright but if you ask me to serve myself too, i’ll be expecting a paycheck from you.”

you slightly hear him chuckle a bit at that, too busy to respond, but you understand anyway considering the incoming morning rush.

knowing osamu, your closest friend for years, he must be knee deep in question marks as he tries to commandeer both the cashier and the kitchen by himself, too stubborn to hire anyone else, and way too confident to ask for any bit of help.

you’ll save the scoldings you have in mind for him later.

now, you’re preoccupied.

you pull the chair on your table out for your guest this morning, a small gesture of your hand to get him to seat across from you as you make yourself comfortable, and once all that’s settled, you hand him one of the menus to choose from.

the menu isn’t complicated at all — mainly the reason you took him here — and you’re sort-of proud of yourself for bringing him here in the first place.

after all, what better first date than the restaurant you already go to every single day?

your date gives you a smile, “so, you come here often?”

from the counter afar, there’s a sound of the register suddenly closing in on itself that can be heard loudly, a loud “clang!” echoing throughout the entire building.

osamu blinks, his attention suddenly torn away from the register in front of him, confusion settling in his face as his eyebrows furrow together, his languid smile dropping slowly and he looks up — finally.

from where he stands, the first person he sees is you, you’re laughing and smiling and you’re all dressed so nicely today that it almost makes him smile — but then he sees you’re talking to someone else, someone you brought here, someone across from you, and that doesn’t make him smile at all.

“yeah, it’s my favorite restaurant.” he hears you reply, the smile in your voice evident.

and as much as osamu just loves to hear how much you like his establishment, he’d rather you say it to him and not to anyone else.

there’s a bitter taste in his mouth. he feels like he just got the wind punched out of him as he continues to stare.

did you seriously bring a guy to his restaurant for a date?

“what can i get ya this mornin’?” there’s an obvious frown sitting on osamu’s face as he stands near your table, a pad of paper in his palm as his other hand holds a pen lazily.

it took him a lot of energy to force himself away from the counter and actually walk over to you and your … date, but he figured the more he ignored you, the more likely you were gonna come after him for not … well … doing his job.

“jeez. reign it in with the joy, please.” you tease, your morning spirits undeterred by his newfound persona of he-who-hates-all-things.

osamu sighs, dramatically, and he straightens up slightly to look at you more professionally now, “i’ve got the new flavors in this morning, they’re new and experimental so you get the chance— alright, what the hell is that?”

you look down to where his pointing, an exasperated look on his face as he gestures at the very bright object you brought with you today that was just distracting enough to bring him out of his spiel, and you smile even wider— proud.

“my shoes!” you nod with excitement, grabbing them from the paperbag on the floor as you take them out to show him.

“those are shoes?” his eyebrows furrow together tightly.

“well, i broke them, that’s why they look so clanky and the steel stuff ended up hanging outside the sole part, so i was planning on fixing it today during my break time at work.”

osamu looks at you, deadpanned, “they look like they could kill somebody.”

and you scoff, “so dramatic today.”

you sneak a peek over at the other side of the table to check on your date, and your smile remains when you see him still pre-occupied with the menu, browsing his options as he gives you a small smile while he listens to the conversation.

back to osamu now, he still looks frustrated at — well, you’re not really sure at what — and there’s a deep expression that settles on his face as he looks at you like you’ve just stolen his pen.

a second passes.

“hand them over.” he suddenly tells you, a big sigh coming from him as his shoulders fall with defeat.

you turn to him, “what?”

“hand over the shoes.”

“samu, i know they look bad, but that doesn’t mean you can take them from me!”

osamu breathes in very loudly as he stares at you, his frown impossibly getting deeper the more he stays here it seems, and with another swallow of possibly his last straw, he puts the pad down.

“give me the shoes so i can fix them, you idiot.” he tells you, his tone as quiet as he can make it, and he swears, if you had not been one of his closest friends, you’d been out of your seat five minutes ago.

you cross your arms over your chest, “you know how to fix shoes?”

and he scoffs, “i don’t, but i figure my chances are better than yours.”

your expression finally breaks into a small smile, defeated, yes, but you did get out of fixing your shoes yourself, which is a win in its own case, and a scenario only possible with osamu by your side.

“you win.” you throw your hands in the air, and show him a wide grin as you hand over the shoes, “thank you very much.”

osamu takes the shoes from you and puts it at the empty table behind him, begrudged, but amused, not like he wouldn’t do anything for you anyways.

your date leans over to you slowly — an action that makes osamu want to roll his eyes all the way to the back of his head.

he gives you a smile, “you get good service here.”

and you reply back, “i know the owner.”

osamu ignores the wink you give him, and he gives you an unamused look as you grin. he shakes his head to himself and grabs the pad of paper once again before clearing his throat.

“order?”

“i’ll have two of my usual orders, and then one of each of the new flavors to go.” you tell him, proud at not having to look at the menu anymore to know what you like.

you do come here every morning after all.

osamu gives you a short nod, listing down your request, and begrudgingly, he turns to the other person at the table, “and you?”

“i’m just not sure.” your date tells him, humming to himself as he picks up the menu again. “give me a second.”

the gray haired man gives you a look; almost 10 minutes with that menu and he still hasn’t decided?

you give him an apologetic look, “oh, then, i guess hold off on mine too.”

osamu shakes his head, sighing, “i might run out of the new ones.”

and your date looks up from the menu to give you a wanton smile, “go ahead, order, i’ll be fine.”

you shake your head, polite, “no, it’s okay, i’ll wait for you. take your time.”

osamu clears his throat. adamant. “i’m almost out and i can’t make more.”

you shoot him a look. “then set some aside for me.”

and he squints his eyes. “it’s first come, first serve.”

there’s a stark frown on your face now too. your eyebrows tightly knit as you shoot the man in front of you a hard glare.

you have no idea why he’s making this morning so hard on you for no reason at all, but you’re about to say something to his remark if it weren’t for the sudden ringing on the phone that interrupted the conversation.

“i’m sorry, i might have to go.” your date intervenes suddenly, the ringing of his phone going off as he stands up and grabs his things from the table.

you look at him expectantly, “you do?”

“yes, something came up,” he tells you, apologetic and giving you a sad smile. he leans down anyway to come squeeze your hand quickly, and he says, “i’ll call you?”

you give him a small nod, “sure.”

not that you can do anything else about it, you say your goodbyes, and suddenly, not even twenty minutes in to your first date with him, he’s off and leaving.

the bells on the door ring loudly as the door closes with a slam.

your head falls on the table once he’s gone.

“well.” you grumble. “that was a bust.”

osamu puts a hand on his hip as he watches you, “ya seriously cannot be hung up like this on the world’s slowest reader.”

you lift your head up slightly to roll your eyes at him, watching him with squinted eyes as he walks away and disappears into the kitchen.

obviously, you weren’t hung up on this stupid date. you didn’t want to go on this stupid date anyway!

dating sucks. and it sucks even more when it’s forced on you last minute by a work friend who you’re definitely not talking to outside of the work place anymore.

you grumble again at the thought.

great, and you were having such a good morning too.

you let your head fall back on the table.

a minute passes in your sulking mess before you hear the sound of a plate being pushed across the table breaks you from your world of wallowing.

“here.”

osamu looks at you from the side, his gaze much softer now as he keeps his hand on his hip, and he watches as your confused look when you see him falls on the playe in front of you.

your usual order, and the new ones to go.

you look up at him, “but i thought you didn’t ring my order in?”

and osamu, defeated, rolls his eyes slightly, but you don’t miss the way his lips curl upwards even just a tiny bit.

you come in here every single day, every single morning, and order the same exact thing. rain or shine, he can also expect to greet you in as you come in those doors and greet him with that big smile you never fail to give him.

he can’t help it, it’s part of his routine now too.

atsumu keeps pestering him on hiring somebody to man the front desk so he can lessen his work load, but that would mean what? give up the chance to see you come in everyday? give up the way you say his name when you say good morning? give up your smile and your laugh and the way you tease and mock and tarry?

you’re the best part of his mornings working here, even when you’re with somebody else, you’re still the person he looks most forward to seeing every single day.

he rolls his eyes but you see him smile anyway.

“i already set these aside before you came in anyway.”

[th4n0s-wrld]

imHUNGRY

[besilentintheticklecloset]

Some random boys added themselves on my fave characters list and now they don't want to go away. They're invADING MY BLOG NO—

[sciderman]

I’ve gotta say. I am a staunch. STAUNCH I TELL YOU. Spideypool shipper. I literally don’t ship either of them with anyone else. This probably doesn’t actually come as a surprise to you considering some of the things I’ve commented on your blog. But I have to say…that post about what Nate likes about Peter…that piqued the tiniest bit of interest in Spideycablepool within me. I’m still terrified of Nate having sex with Peter so I can’t call myself a convert but you cracked open the door ever so slightly.

god, you know, writing about peter and nate having sex felt so illegal at first, you have no idea. it felt so illegal.

i'm kind of so very interested in how similar nate and pete are in their kind of - you know, feeling a duty to the world et cetera et cetera and them often having to make compromises for the greater good or whatever

i think it's so fun - nate is kind of duty-bound all the time, and - at least in 9319, he kind of embodies altruism totally. and wade doesn't get it - wade doesn't get it. wade can admire it - he can wish he could be more like that, but he doesn't get it.

he gets it just a little bit more with peter because - well, peter shows his damage a little more than nathan does. peter shows just how much it costs him, and so i think it's easier for wade to sympathise with peter because of it. heroism is something that becomes accessible to wade, through peter.

i think wade got mad at seeing nathan be so powerful with all his global movements to Save Mankind From Itself and - he sees peter, who's a much smaller, humbler guy who doesn't have any sort of illusion that he could save humanity, because he's kind of just trying to save himself. he's just trying to be better, every day. some guy who just puts on some tights and is trying his best - it's - it taught wade that heroism isn't something that's unattainable. it's not just for the guys with god-like powers and plans to save the universe every week. it's also for guys who are just scraping by, day-to-day, who aren't great with words and aren't great with plans and aren't great with money.

yeah. so i kind of love it when nathan and peter stand next to each other. these two guys who embody selflessness and sacrifice in entirely different ways. who want to make the world a little bit better but go about it in entirely different ways. who both want to make wade happy, but they both go about that in their own ways, too.

[panvnsleake]

candy bar literally did it so much that i need to limp 😹😹😹 pleas candy bar ive had enough this isnt funny. i want it to melt. melt melt melt candy bar -🏙

yeah smae here. it hurts.... -🍞

[bb-enablefreebuild]

This drawing chewed me up and spat me out

[bluebeetle]

ended up not playing bg3 bc i stayed up late talking with a friend but now its like. i wanna play but i should shower and have lunch and stuff lol...

[verycoolsnails]

Actually hate that I'm a night owl bc it just means that the whole world is against me . Forever .

[aannonn]

hey, minaturedeertree is a scammer

oh- 🗿

thanks for letting me know! ❤

[peacefullibrarian]

…I NEEDA GET THESE SIGNS ON POINT CAUSE WTF😭 LASKO WHY SRE YOU BETRAYNF ME IS THIS IMPERIUM LASK

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[pupytrail]

this is a free chance to yap about one of your blorbos (or ids if u wish)

Whagss a blorbo I lobe that ita such a seilyl word we are sleepy so exxuse our bad typing <,3 but uhh uh uhdb explodes - long post waringg

^ mememememeee me me me me me me me me :333 me me me its alittlety me trust !!!

^ hwast i look like bothering my mooties

^ also me when btirting my mooties and like when we see something we like :333 woof its littlwsry meee memememe me :3

^ £also me !!! Meeee memememe me :3

^ me whenr i seem yy amazing mooties I heart my mooties y'all are so silly and a am a xing and aweet !!!

Sigsh we don't really call em kins,,idk if ids is better fitt???? Emm idkidkkk we rrally wanna have a silly partner who kins or ids with the other side of ships ee liek we think that would be cutie because we could match em or like yea idk idk >__<

^ also me (sigsh and looks at my 3 headmates whos source is him technically,,)

^ also me eheheheheh

^ I luv lego joker hehehe :33 not f/o but lego batman is one of out favorite movies !!!!

^ me !! I'm batman pulls cap over my face like draculua but nawt,,, I relate to a very very specific batman tbh its almost like its someosnoc at this point </33

I could go on for awhile,, erm anywho :3

[trevination]

sigsh dramatically. what a guy

[shorts-wars-confessions]

i always see a bunch of interpretations of Prestin an the boss's relationships,, and almost all of them are bad..

i can see why you think the boss would be mean to Preston but like,, COME ON!! NOT ONE OF THEM IS LIKE PRESTON BEING THE BoSS"S FAVORITE?? OR PRESTON LOOKING UP TO THE BOSS? (shut up about the court case sigshs) PLEASE I NEED ONE GOOD THING TO COME OUT OF THEM THEY WERE EVERYTHING TO ME IN SEASON 2

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[gilderoylockhart]

SIGSH PLEASE GOD GIVE OUR FUCKIGN MENSTRUAL PAIN TO KGIII IT’D BE SO FUCKING FUNNY /REF

He actually has them right now 🙏🙏

[insanityloss]

looks around.. i swear on my life i know you from somewhere like some discord server or something.. sigsh

aha ,,, no you dont . TAPES UR MOUTH .

[felixphobic]

SIGSH

i yern to go home- to punch my brother and have fresh vapes.