#I have brain worms for this boy

[polkadottedpie]

More Osomatsu as a Regressor!

CW: vent regression, guilt, PTSD, referenced child abuse (Tougou), masking, dissociation, separation anxiety

Based on the regressor!Oso headcanons post I wrote before, because I didn’t get a chance to add any comfort to the end. It's much lighter than the last one I promise. I've fallen hard for this cute little guy!

Because Osomatsu would only feel guilty about being an inadequate big brother, he probably wouldn’t feel comfortable with any of his brothers stepping into the caregiver role for him if they found out. It would just feel wrong and like he was doing something wrong by having them take care of him like that. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t seem to fully understand that his slips are regression (or what regression even is for that matter).

If he ever got close enough to someone outside of the family to confide in, however, he might be a little more willing to let them take care of him! Of course, it would take some adjustment time to get comfortable coming to his caregiver for help, rather than try to weather his episodes of vent regression by himself.

Would call his caregiver Nii-/Nee-chan, and loves babyish nicknames like Osomacchan and otouto!

He calls his regression “the fuzzies” and gets a lot more timid, complicit, and sleepy when he’s vent regressing, due to the brain fog and anxiety that accompanies it. If he starts to slip in a social setting, he’ll often slump over and whine about his head feeling fuzzy.

At first, he only ever experienced vent regression during breakdowns and stuffed the fuzzy feeling away as soon as he was finished. But upon finding a caregiver and learning more about what “the fuzzies” are, he might eventually be more inclined to use regression to relax and unwind afterward rather than just to let his emotions out.

He doesn't always notice right away when he's slipping into his fuzzies, especially when it's a quiet slip. An attentive caregiver might pick up on the signs of him starting to dissociate, though, and could direct him to a safe space to regress.

He’s very physically affectionate when fuzzy and loves to be babied and spoiled with physical affection. He's always attached to his caregiver in some way, be it shyly clinging to their clothes or outright wrapping himself around them and climbing up onto their back for rides. Cuddles are a must when he’s having a breakdown, and gentle hair pets are the best for settling him down. The quickest way to make him giggle and cheer him up after a cry is with tickles, playful hair ruffles, and messy raspberry kisses on his cheek!

When he gets more comfortable with being small, he might struggle less with brain fog, making him less sleepy and more excitable!

Despite his usual lazy nature when big, he's actually really eager to help and do things while small, which makes you think if maybe his self-acclaimed uselessness has something to do with the learned helplessness picked up from Tougou's treatment of him.

LOTS of questions. Why is it okay to eat curdled milk when you cook it but not when it goes bad? Why do leeks make my eyes itchy? Where do bugs go in the wintertime? Better keep Google open and ready, because he is the Ultimate Question Asker!

He’d be the type to enjoy going outside to explore and make mischief like a ten year old should! He’ll run around in the woods for hours, climbing trees, turning over huge rocks, and digging up bugs while his caregiver supervises him.

Definitely wouldn’t like straying too far from the watchful eye of his caregiver and has serious anxiety over stranger danger due to his trauma from the Tougou incident. If he finds himself left alone and undistracted while small, it has the potential to trigger flashbacks of Tougou finding him. In which case, he’d run into his caregiver’s arms the moment they came back.

He’s not big on regression gear, perfectly happy with finding his own creative means of entertaining himself with sticks and rocks and the like outside, making forts out of cushions and blankets around the house, sheets for capes, and the like. In the same way, he prefers cuddling with his caregiver more than any stuffie you could possibly give him.

He loves games and toys with lots of creative freedom, moving parts, and action, like dominoes, tickle fights, and tag. He’s fascinated by the concept of Rube Goldberg Machines! In terms of television, he prefers more inappropriate humor in the vein of shows like Crayon Shin-chan.

[kiiingsnake]

this yellow bitch means the world to me rn

[milflaszlo]

J Antonio Rodriguez and Hannah Whitley in HADESTOWN 📹: @medium-observation

[ghostsfruit]

I have brain worms so I just gotta share this.

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- Its late at night and Clark and Bruce are falling asleep together in the same bed -

Clark: Someone's really clingy tonight, you alright bats?

Bruce [nervously]: Oh, yeah everything's perfect! I just love to hold you.

- Earlier the morning before -

Bruce wakes up at 2 am, and sleepilly calls for Clark, before realizing he's completely alone in bed. He jumps up and makes his way out of the opened door, and continues calling for Clark.

Before he looks up and sees his boyfriend lazily floating about with his head slung back and his pillow barely holding onto his hand.

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- Bruce now uses himself as an anchor so this doesn't happen again, Clark doesn't mind one bit -

[bellpipers]

Yaoi can save a repressed dead edwardian school boy

[homoquartz]

charles: proper villain

edwin: yes, she is a proper villain

[treeprince]

why do we beastify luo binghe when turning shen yuan into beast is right there for the taking

he wouldnt even really give a shit except for how "naked" he might be, and all i can imagine him doing with his new form is cataloguing all its traits and pretending to be scary so he can tend to whatever castle/estate/magic kingdom he got beast!cursed into management over without being bothered (im talking howl's moving castle sophie levels of "your face finally suits you" acceptance)

binghe showing up as the beauty who has to seduce the 'monster' interests me so much more, especially if u throw in a zesty bit of angst with everyone in town calling binghe a 'beast' for turning down all his marriage proposals, being run out of town for various crimes he never committed just bc he's the orphan and the easy target, who then meets someone so kind and yet so twisted looking, who has basically cursed himself into his current state, and having to teach each other that who they are is not what they are

i think it would also fit lovingly into binghe's whole thing about wanting someone to finally choose him, on purpose, and for shen yuan to be the one to say that he always will and not have the curse just fade away or disappear, mayhe it creeps up in small ways on days sy has trouble believing in himself, but then a touch from binghe, or a smile, and he can feel his claws retreat, or his fur smooth back out into skin

as long as someone like binghe can smile at him like that, he cant really be so bad, can he?

[tearueful]

One Up (Homelander x Reader)

A scene that has been rattling in my brain that I needed to get out. [Ao3 link]

Homelander catches you calling him your boyfriend | Homelander x reader, gender neutral reader. No warnings beyond Homelander being Homelander and language.

"Well- Homelander and I are dating." You snap out, not even knowing why you said it in the first place. All you know is that you wanted to one-up that stick-up-his-ass HR brat bragging about banging a D-list supe.

"We're going to go-", You pause because the amusingly shocked faces within the cluster of your co-workers morph into various levels of fear and unease. You sense him before he speaks; prey tensing up as a predator draws close.

"Well- Homelander and I are dating." You snap out, not even knowing why you said it in the first place. All you know is that you wanted to one-up that stick-up-his-ass HR brat bragging about banging a D-list supe.

"We're going to go-", You pause because the amusingly shocked faces within the cluster of your co-workers morph into various levels of fear and unease. You sense him before he speaks; prey tensing up as a predator draws close.

"Hey sweetheart," He purrs the words close to your ear as Homelander leans in from behind you. "What are ya gossiping about?" He heard you and your false claim. Of course, he fucking heard you.

"I- Oh." Instantly, color blooms over your face as you turn your head enough to glance at him. He's painfully close, the heat of Homelander palpable against your cheek. Turn your head a little more and you could kiss him. 

You'd never dare. Your words have been damning enough.

"N-nothing, babe." You stammer out, tugging a smile into place as your heart jackhammers within your chest.

Homelander settles a hand on the back of your neck with a soft creak sounding from the leather his gloves are made out of. The action is possessive; which sends a thrill straight down your spine. The sort of thrill one gets when the roller coaster harness feels a little too loose to be safe.

One finger slides up and circles the skin of your neck briefly as your breath catches in the back of your throat.

You snap your gaze forward back to your co-workers who hang about in stunned silence. With Homelander backing you up, the skepticism is bleeding away before your eyes.

Nancy from IT breaks the silence, "I didn't realize you two were a couple!" She presses on, voice cheerful. "I can't wait to hear how that happened."

"It's a funny story," Homelander interjects, voice smooth and dripping with his camera-ready charm. The sort that hides his fangs. "Maybe we'll share it sometime."

Homelander's hold tightens, fingers digging in with a grip that could pop your head right off your shoulders. The threat is clear. Comply or else. The laugh Homelander releases is in stark contrast, jovial and warm with a flash of those white white teeth at your co-workers.

Your co-workers laugh along automatically because everyone in the office knows to appease this erratic supe, or else they end up another mistake for Vought to sweep under the rug.

"Alright," Homelander clips out as he abruptly drops his hold from your neck. 

"Don't forget our plans for tonight, babe." With a wink in your direction and another fanged smile at your coworkers, Homelander sweeps away.

[heyitsspaceace]

edwin paine you are a stronger man than i because if i confessed to my best friend and got that reaction i would have thrown myself into hell right then and there

[spirallingstarcases]

patreece

[merakiui]

breaking news: my third eye is open again and i'm falling for lilia and his charms.

[f1xwers]

Deep Conversations at the Waffle House

Despite its... eccentric... reputation, Logan held a fondness in his heart for Waffle House.

He had basically grown up with the restaurant chain, his family often going out to eat at the diner and later, going there with Oscar whenever the two were in the American South and had enough free time.

It was practically a rite of passage for any non-Southern visitor to stop at one of the infamous little diners.

OR

The daily shenanigans of a Florida Waffle House featuring a slightly maniacal Oscar, a tired Logan, and a group of incredibly concerned mostly Europeans.

Ain't gonna lie pookies, I can't really explain this one but I hope yall enjoy it anyways 🫶🏽✨

🧇 Divider Credit: draculasdaughterrr & this post by them ♡

[talk-danmei-to-me]

Nobody:

Me, singing into a cider bottle: I'm off the deepend, watch as I dive in!

[ef-1]

r u relaxed? | october 24, pt 1

[wormdebut]

Part One | Part Two | Part Four -

Steve had been popular in high school, he never asked for it. He didn’t really want it, but he was the captain of the Swim Team and the Basketball team, he had happily coasted through the Hawkins High Show Choir Revolutionaires. (Blame Robin for that one, he didn’t know he would have to dance, which he did not like to do but he sang like a song bird thank you very much.)

Popularity just kind of came to him. He was in the GSA, which Robin had been the president of (she was also the choir president) and when he came out as bisexual his senior year, that kind of solidified his King of Hawkins throne. He and Robin had been Prom King and Queen of the class of 2019.

Robin thrived with it, but honestly? It burnt Steve out. So when he and Rob moved to Chicago to “expand their homosexual horizons”, thought courtesy of one Robin Buckley, Steve was happy to take a back seat and let her be the social butterfly she loved to be. Steve was happy just taking things a step and breath at a time. High school and the years following had moved so fast, it was nice to just listen to people and see things that he may not have had an opportunity to before.

Ever the codependent pair, they had gotten jobs together at an insurance office in the city. It was graphs, phone calls, and paper work but Steve didn’t mind it temporarily. They both had accepted the job with the intention of getting to their destination, neither Steve nor Robin were intending to keep the position with Murdock Insurance Agency.

It had been a few days since Steve had had his absolute shit rocked by the hot as fuck barista at the coffee shop he and Robin had decided to try,

“Steve, he liked you and their lattes were delicious can we please go back? You’re being just a little teensy bit irrational with this.”

“Robin he’s just so—he—oh my god, I can’t talk to him again.”

‘Talk? That’s a little generous Steve, I’m pretty sure you like, heavy breathed at him like Ghostface does on the phone in the Scream movies.”

“Oh come on Rob! He had just gotten through a super hot, sweaty, ridiculously sexy fi—“

“Steven Richard Harrington I am begging you to shut the hell up and go get us coffee on your lunch break, please. If not out of love, then due to the fact that you owe me for listening to whatever the fuck that just was.”

“Fine, okay, but if he’s there and I embarrass myself, you’re going to miss that experience, so sucks to suck.”

Robin laughed and waved as Steve made his way through the office floor, taking the elevator the few floors down to get to the exit in the lobby. It was nice weather, a little chilly, but nothing Steve wasn’t used to from Indiana. He would’ve put in effort if he knew he was potentially seeing Eddie the sexy ass barista today, but alas, all he could hope for was that his khaki pants and the olive green windbreaker on his back made him look decent enough.

The Daily Grind was surprisingly quieter than it had been the morning Steve and Robin met Eddie. He stepped inside and vaguely recognized the curly headed kid that had been with Eddie last.

The kid popped his head up from the register at the tingling sound of the bell above Steve’s head, “Welcome to—“ curly head cut himself off and his eyes doubled in size, “Oh my god you’re the guy! MAX” he yelled towards the back of the store, “Max! Eddie’s guy is here, right now! Oh my god he’s gonna be so mad.”

Eddie’s what? Steve blushed, and he wasn’t able to hide it, he was kind of overstimulated by the very loud greeting from this kid and was suddenly very confused by whatever was happening here, “Um hi?” Steve questioned more the greeted walking up to the register.

The kid smiled a toothy grin at Steve and stuck his hand out for him to shake, Steve didn't necessarily want to shake this strange little mans hand, but it was the polite thing to do, “I’m Dustin and this—MAX,” Dustin yelled again. Steve politely pulled his hand away, Dustin was so loud. Steve turned his head the direction Dustin had yelled and saw a red head pop her head out through the door.

“Christ Dustin What—“ Max turned her eyes to Steve and gave him the full once over. What was with kids these days? Were they all so loud and unapologetic? Jesus, Steve was clearly older than this girl and she was just full on ogling, “Well hello. I’m Max, it looks like you’ve met Dustin, you are?”

Steve went to speak, hoping the heat he felt on his cheeks wasn’t painfully present and showing his embarrassment on his face. He left Hawkins to get away from the spotlight, he wasn’t fond of having it forced upon him these days. “I-I’m—“

“Hes the guy that Eddie was telling you about? You know the dude he met after he cussed out Cappuccino Brenda?”

Steve really didn’t have much choice but to watch the exchange, no one had come in after him and these two seemed very distracted by Steve being here, so he just waited for them to finish talking…about him apparently.

Max’s eyes went wide “Oooh, Oh! Yes! Hi, what’s your name?”

She looked at him expectantly and Steve was so confused about this whole situation. His fairly impenetrable fortress of wall that he had built up over the King Steve of high school cracked just a little, and while King Steve loved most everybody, King Steve was also a bit of a bitch, “Oh do I get to speak now, instead of being spoken over?” He looked to the two baristas with a smirk and his hands found their way to his hips.

They both looked at him with eyes wide, out of the corner of her mouth Max said, “I thought you said he was shy?”

Dustin broke out in a goofy grin, “I like him.”

Steve huffed, “I’m seriously right here, what is even happening right now?” Steve dropped his hands from his hips and tried to rear in whatever pieces of him that had come lose, “I’m Steve, so what do I gotta do to get a couple medium lavender oat milk lattes?”

Dustin went to speak, but Max cut him off before he could, “Y��know what? They are totally on us, as long as you just give us your number for our new loyalty program.” Dustin looked at Max with an eyebrow raised.

Steve watched her wave him off toward the machines, and shrugged, “Okay? Sure.” Max tossed him a sticky note pad and a pen, he scribbled his number down, “Uh—Thanks Max, this has been great.”

She grabbed the notepad and hopped to the back with a two finger salute, “Catch ya later Pretty Boy.”

Steve gave a brief wave and shuffled over to Dustin, who smiled as he handed off the lattes, “Nice to officially meet you Steve! See you around.”

Steve offered a small smile and a brief thanks, before stepping back out onto the street, god. The Daily Grind was trip, every time.

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[missmisnomer]

i’ll not ever let anything hurt any of you, ever again.

Who's the real monster haunting the narrative? Find out for yourself: read The Lemonade Leak on AO3.

I believe this delightful little child belongs to you, @turtleinsoup?? 💙