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Don’t forget Gorillaz fans, Jamie Hewlett exist! He made all you’re favorite band members come to life in the music videos, shorts, ect! He continues drawing them countless times and works day and night to give you new content with the band members! So please appreciate him!!! ❤❤❤

anonymous asked:

Hii, there's something I don't get. Remember that tweet of Tae where he put a photo but then deleted it? Was that him or another person?? ' 3' btw I love your blog!

Hahahahah that was him. So let me tell you the story: 

Taehyung was posting photos and by mistake he uploaded a pic of him with red glasses . He quickly took it off. However, ARMYs already saved it. 

Tae was sooo embarassed he tweeted “ Please forget about the picture just now I accidently pressed it. it’s not me” but savage ARMYs kept retweeting it.

Then V tweeted again “He’s not me ~~ I’m here ~~~ Uwaaaa ~~ Do not be disappointed ~~~~ It’s an app ~~~ A glasses app ~~~~~~ Yeee ~~~~~” 

He posted some handsome photos of him when he went to Jeju so that people will get distracted and forget about it 

BUT NOP. NO ONE was ready to let it sink. Taehyung asked Jin to help him tell pple to forget about it, Jin the protective hyung went to the fancafe and told the fans:

but … now ALL the members became a target to the red glasses meme:

It

was (Vogue even posted this photo in an article HERE LOL)

crazy

It also trended in korea 

And you will think it ended here? no no nop. Savage Jimin had to come and post this video of him with the SAME red glasses HERE and make the hype even bigger

Now Taehyung with the red glasses is legendary. 

how I see the signs and what I want them to know
  • (side note - View of a Virgo rising, Leo sun in the 12th, Libra moon in 2nd, mercury Cancer in 11th, venus Leo in 12th, mars Leo in 11th)
  • Aries: was once my best friend, she made literally everything in my life brighter and always helped me to just enjoy things and stop worrying all the time. Also great hugs. Just simply has that energy, wherever it may be - physically, mentally, staying up until you binge watched that show, giving you their last money so you can get yourself something to eat before you starve to death, always down for a talk and a walk even if they had a packed schedule. Please don't miss out on times when you just have to take a day off to get your beautiful and strong energy back. I care about your health so please don't forget to eat properly and don't miss out on that quality time if needed.
  • Taurus: a girl from my drama class and my little sisters moon sign, I am just so in love with your sense for aesthetic. Total sunshines. I feel like I can always rely on you, super compassionate and knows how to make you feel comfortable when youre not. I love that when you have a goal in your mind, you will give your everything to achieve that! Also so humble but like I want you so desperately to know how beautiful I think you are!! I enjoy your company a lot. Please don't be afraid of changes, I know that's such a mainstream thing to write for Taurus but I really do believe that maybe sometimes you need to be reminded that life can also begin at the end of your comfort zone.
  • Gemini: a guy and a girl from biology class, I am literally stunned at how much these people know. Eloquent fluffballs. I could listen to you spreading knowledge 24/7, make great jokes in my opinion and just kind of knows... everyone?? Get along with so many people, can be very chill but also full of energy when they're talking about things they are interested in. Also fun-fact kings and queens. Please remind yourself to stay loyal to your true friends, you may know many people with whom you get along with so well and for sure everyone is intersting in their own way, but it's very possible to feel lonely in a crowd. Your closest friends will always get you out of that and help you, I promise.
  • Cancer: a close friend of mine, literally the most caring person I've ever met. Actual comedians. I don't know I just straight up fell in love with your humour. All the Cancers I know have or had some extreme physical problems going on, please get well soon if you read this and you're also not feeling well. Mentally on the next level, strong and kind of unbreakable. Don't hide their feelings because they just know that when you bottle up your feelings it's never going to end well. They just get you and will be there for you no matter what. Please take care of yourself just as well as you do with your friends and family, you are a true blessing and it's definitely okay to rant or cry or just let it all out.
  • Leo: my english teacher and a guy I used to be close with, very often completely misunderstood and taken for granted, which can lead to unhealthy behaviour. Will make you feel great after a plain shit day. I strive to be this talented at just expressing myself or being confident, even if you just want the world to think you are confident when you're actually not. Cuddly queens and kings. Better not hurt their pride because it took them a lot of time to actually get to that level and in a world where people hate on you for loving yourself, to them it feels like, despite all their work, they are not worth of loving themselves. Please don't forget that although sometimes it's hard to look in the mirror and like what you see, there are caring and warm-hearted people who love you just the way you are.
  • Virgo: a girl in my class I simply adore, I always annoy you with my endless compliments. Kind of just in love with these down-to-earth and sweet people. Either super chill or worried a lot, I wish I could just hug you until you feel less stressed. Smol but strong beans you can learn a lot from. So reliable, I actually hate doing group projects and always want to do everything myself but since you share that opinion we created something I was really proud of and now we always do them together. Please remember that passion is something you shouldn't be ashamed of, you simply don't have to be because it's something you love and your needs are valid. Also dreaming big, it's possible, especially for you so why not?
  • Libra: a girl I recently got to know and am already completely amazed by, literal social butterflies who sometimes only know in hindsight how much they enjoyed the company of someone because they adapt so easily and it's rare to find someone where you can just simply be yourself. Love how they view life and that they make me want to talk more. Very open and you never feel excluded because they just know how to include everyone. Please don't forget to remind yourself who you truly are and not to lose yourself in another person, because there really is only one you no matter how good you are at adapting to literally every social situation, you are amazing and I want you to be comfortable as well.
  • Scorpio: my dad and my ex boyfriend's mom, two very caring peole in their own way. I always love how sharp their sarcasm can be. Can comfort extremely well when they want to. So many secrets and things to know about them that I can lose myself in them wanting to explore whats actually behind their shell. Teaches you life lessons. Please don't forget that humans aren't flawless and that's completely okay. You don't have to hold onto old grudges, communication is key and talking about these things, confronting these people who did you wrong will help you grow as a person.
  • Sagittarius: an old friend of mine, very cute people who get interested in so many things and they are so versatile and adventurous I absolutely love their lively nature. Memes™. Total dorks you can fall for in a second. Are actually the best partners to just talk to about anything because they will be interested and share their opinion with you. Please remind yourself that cutting off people can be a very wise decision and you don't have to keep up with everyones shit if that's just not what you're in for.
  • Capricorn: I am literally so attracted to these people it's unreal, although I kind of always think that they don't like me...... anyways, my bigger twin sisters are caps and they are humble souls who really had to fight for a lot in life sadly. So proud of you. Keep up with the hard work, you really deserve everything. So realistic and pure I have heart eyes. Supportive and extremely loyal. Will stand up for you if you need it. Straight face™ but still manages to make even the most serious people laugh. Please remind yourself to not overdo it with the work, take a day off to relax and let yourself go maybe, even if it's hard - with the right people you don't ever have to be afraid of being yourself.
  • Aquarius: my ex boyfriend whom I had a crush on for like 4 years, teached me great life lessons. Will always have a weakness for aquas, they just attract me so much, how much of a fluffy dork can you be tbh? Capacity of acceptance is incredible. So much fun to be with. Are kind of just good at everything? You can talk to them about anything, it won't feel weird, they won't question it and just talk to you about that topic. So friendly, an underrated trait in my opinion, just complete and simple friendliness you enjoy to the fullest. Please remind yourself to let people not only see your amazing shell but also your stunning core, there are people who love to talk about the same things you love and nothing about you is weird, you are special and I absolutely love it.
  • Pisces: a very sweet guy I've been texting with for the past months, very open minded and also have that sensitivity I strive to have. Very inspirational smol puppy. Actual daydreamers™, may be late to school but love deeply and would never neglect your love. Kind of hate almost everything that's planned out? (I'm sorry I just love to plan things out) will hug you no matter what. Does not fear to dream big, is very talented at artsy stuff in my opinion. Please don't forget that even if it seems hard, and yes our school system is kind of very bad,we get to have that education and your dreams will be reality if you work hard enough to achieve them. You have so much potential, please don't ever waste it.

DONT

                     YOU

                                            FORGET 

                                                                       ABOUT

                                                                                                   ME

YCPfE News

Hey all you gorgeous people out there. 👋😘 I have a bit on an update about YCPfE…

Bad news: I’m taking a week off, so there won’t be an update today/this week. I’m really sorry and I hope you’ll forgive me. 😭🙏

Good news: Next week for sure you’ll get a new chapter! And it’ll have bonding. If I get it finished earlier than Thursday, I’ll let you know and post early.

Even better news: I’ll post a couple drabble things this week to make up for the lack of chapter. ((If you want to send a small prompt, or even a headcanon, I’ll try to write something for it.))

I hope you guys won’t be too upset. (I could list all my excuses, but the short of it is I’ve been too fucking busy.) Please keep reading! ❤️💕

anonymous asked:

Hi. I am someone you like to call an 'anti'. I don't want trouble. Can you show me why I shouldn't believe that Louis is straight?

Let’s forget twitter. Let’s forget Larry. Let’s forget the “girlfriends”. Just focus on HIM and his actions, ok?

(no source for the vast majority of the gif’s, please let me know if you own one, ok?. Oh and LONG POST AHEAD.)

This is my attempt at explaining you or more like showing you with gifs how IN FACT TOTALLY NOT STRAIGHT Louis Tomlinson is.

Tell me this boy is straight…

Keep reading

Some times I wonder.
What if Destiel can be explained with this scene of community. 

 
But then I remember Destiel started like this:
Dean asking for “Personal Space”

To: I will pin you against the wall because you stole my favorite gun underneath my pillow after “you played me”

And then I forget what I was thinking…
And… why did I made this post?
(At least I made someone smile ☺)

I tried to keep this as simple as possible and used the same reference so you can see the difference with each style !

I am willing to colour sketches so you do not need to purchase lineart for it to be coloured. “Full Colour” is not an upgrade to “Flat Colour” so if eg. you want a waist-length sketch with full colour it’s not $5 +$5 +$10 it would just be $5 +$10 = $15
If you choose to purchase a coloured sketch, the lines will look more like this. There is a chance your lines will look like this regardless of whether you purchased colour or not, what brush I use depends on my mood so if you have a preference please make sure to let me know before I get started

I will be sending a lot of wips to make sure it’s exactly how you pictured it and am willing to make as many edits as necessary while still in the sketching stage. (this applies to lineart and colour, if you ordered a sketch i will send you a rough stick figure to work out the correct pose)

Things I will not draw:

  • mecha/armor
  • furry
  • animals in general
  • nsfw
  • oc’s without visual reference (oc’s with visual reference are ok)

Everything else is ok !

You can message me here via my inbox or with an instant message or my twitter
I accept full payment upfront via paypal (paypal only) which i will send to you after we’ve agreed on your commission

I reserve the right to deny any commissions for whatever reason


NOTE: all sketches will be delivered with black ink unless requested otherwise, the only reason the example is purple is because my sai crashed before i could save it and i was lucky enough to have taken a screenshot but editing it to black afterwards looked Bad

SU Myers-Briggs Types

I’ve been working on this for months and I think I’ve got a pretty accurate estimate:

ENTJ–Yellow Diamond
INTJ–Bismuth
ENTP–Ruby
INTP–Pearl
ENFJ–Rose
INFJ–Lapis
ENFP–Steven
INFP–Greg
ESTJ–Sapphire
ISTJ–Connie
ESTP–Stevonnie
ISTP–Peridot
ESFJ–Jasper
ISFJ–Garnet
ESFP–Amethyst
ISFP–Blue Diamond

I really want to figure out Lars and Sadie–maybe Sadie is INFJ?

Please reply with your thoughts!

anonymous asked:

You've been posting lots of beautiful art work lately and I just wanted to say pLEASE DON'T FORGET TO TAKE BREAKS. YOUR HEALTH IS IMPORTANT. DRINK WATER, STRETCH, ENJOY A WALK OUTSIDE, AND PLEASE ACCEPT THESE VIRTUAL HUGS OF APPERCIATION. *hugs*

im so happy you said this…. SNIFF

so really happy you care about me and my health and stuff thank you so much////SOBS 

im having hard times lately so your supports means A LOT! im hugging you pal

malfoyvibes  asked:

i don't mean to be rude or pressure you or anything like that (you're genuinely my favourite artist on tumblr!!) but i was wondering if there's a reason you don't draw V in the comic strip things you make??

Thank you so much – that means a lot to me omg ;;o;; ♥ !

I don’t draw V that much because I don’t really know him yet!
I promise I’ll add V in all the previous posts once I finish the game (even tho Seven’s route ++ secret end was like, 101% spoiled for me) - anyway, I’m gonna call it the “V Expansion Pack” lol!

Please give me a bit more time ;;v;; ((Also quick notice please refrain from sending me any Seven Route spoilers – I’m trying to forget the ones that were shoved at me lolol))

So it's Albinism awareness day (June 13th) and I wanna spread awareness about my condition, because it's scary how many people don't know what it is. So I'm gonna tag a load of people in this post and please guys reblog, ask questions leave comments. Anything just spread this around. And please don't forget I'm an open book ask me anything and I'll answer it.

@inspiration-and-motivation @its-schwifty-time @imaginemycroftholmes @invisiblemelanin @im-a-sherlockian @anicez-shamy @ask-anthea-j @awesomepeoplehangingouttogether @andreakalfas @black-cat-paws @capndesdes @cumberbuddy @creativeartprompts @codenameantarctica @doctorwho @doctorwhoproblems @doctorwhotodayofficial @doctorwh000o @fuckyeahshamy @funkopopnerdsblog @greatmindquotes @historicaltimes @halorvic @hamishmash @letsdiscussaboutsherlock @lovesherlolly @ladycumberbunny @i-am-eurus-holmes @tragic-vampire @the-pathologist-who-counted @miz-joelys-sherlollilists @mistysblueboxstuff @scriptscribbles @space-and-time-in-the-tardis @someonebeatmetotheurl

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Thank you to all of you who reblog this

New

Alright we are almost at the end of @daisugaweek2017 so I decided to write another long one. I really had no idea what to do with Day 6: Old/ New, so I decided to vague the hell out of the theme and just write whatever the crap I wanted. Ayyyyooo. Deal with it.

Warning: fun language

Also, sorry it’s so long. The “read under the cut” thing is still not working for me for some lame reason. (CURSE YOU TUMBLR.) I promise I’ll stop spamming everyone eventually.


“Fine! I’ll just find a new job!” Daichi stumbled down the uncharacteristically empty street of Kabukichou, cradling a bottle of whiskey in one arm. “I didn’t need that shitty job anyway,” he slurred to himself, lifting the bottle to his lips. “I’ll find a better job. A job with parties and sex and… and liquor! Yeah, that’s it… I’ll be a bartender!” he thrust the whiskey into the air, turning his face to the soft night rain. For a moment he staggered blindly, closing his eyes against the cool pattering of the rain. He welcomed the cleanse of what felt like more than just his face and hair.

After the scene he had caused back at his office following the news that he was being demoted, Daichi needed a good cleanse. He needed to cleanse his body and soul- but mostly his memory- of the image of him hurling his phone at his boss, calling him a corrupt, ass licking, nut sucking pig, and pushing the desk over before storming out of the building in an expletive flinging huff.

I don’t fuckin’ need them anyway.

His toe caught on a raised piece of street and he lurched forward, eyes popping open once more. His gaze fell on the crumpled form huddled on the far side of the sidewalk, in between a trash can and the wall of a love hotel. He knew what it was the instant it caught his attention.

“Oh fuck. A dead body.”

Daichi glanced down the street. He could keep walking. He could pretend he saw nothing, go home, drink some water, fall asleep, and forget all about this tomorrow morning. After all, none of the scarce late night roamers seemed to have noticed Daichi or the body. He could just ignore it.

But Daichi had always been a bit of a boy scout.

And his pride as a good man prevented him from just turning the other direction and feigning ignorance.

He let out a low groan and stumbled towards the body.

“Hey,” he called. “You ‘live?” As he moved closer and closer and the body came more into focus, Daichi realized that it was too small to be the adult he had thought it to be. 

Daichi might’ve thrown up at the horror of finding the dead body of a child on the filthy streets of Tokyo’s least savory neighborhood, but rather than vomit leaving his lips, a breath of relief passed them by at the sight of a set of unfeeling, brown eyes staring directly up at him.

Oh thank god, he’s alive.

Daichi froze and stared down at the young boy that couldn’t be any older than four or five years old. He wore a ragged pair of jeans and a torn and filthy t-shirt, both drenched from the rain. He was barefoot, shivering as he hugged his knees to his chest. Atop his head was a flat mop of unruly grey hair, and nestled in the corner of one of the bags hanging below his dead eyes was a small beauty mark.

He was thin and filthy and holy shit Daichi just found a random kid on the streets, what should he do?

Daichi looked left and right frantically.

“H-hello?” he called. “You left your kid here… uhm… hello? Is someone missing a kid?”

But the street around him was empty, save for a small group of laughing drunks standing out in front of a club boasting nude girls inside.

As far as good, trustworthy adults went, Daichi was the only one in sight.

“Fuck,” he muttered and then clapped a hand over his mouth. “Uhh… uhh… I mean heck!” he rubbed his temples stressfully, nearly pouring whiskey down the front of his jacket. “Fuck— ah, heck,” he quickly screwed the lid back onto the bottle and set it aside. He shook his jacket off of his arms and stepped close to the young boy.

“Hey,” he said in a voice he hoped sounded soothing. “Hi. Don’t be afraid. My name is Daichi. Err… Sawamura-san. Are you lost?”

The boy eyed him dully for a long second, gaze drifting slowly across his appearance.

“Can you understand me?” he asked again. “Do… do you understand Japanese? Uhm… how about, English?” He spoke in disjointed English, “Hello, do you— need help?” and then winced at how stupid he sounded. He should have paid better attention during English lessons back in school.

The child didn’t react to either language, merely staring lifelessly up at Daichi, blinking lethargically.

“Where’s your Mommy and Daddy?” Daichi asked in a slow voice.

But he still didn’t reply. He sat quietly, getting drenched by the rain, shivering against the cold.

“Ah fu-heck,” Daichi glanced around again. “Okay… let’s get you to the police station,” he held his jacket out and settled it down around the boy’s shoulders. He then scooped him up into his arms and straightened. The boy placed hands on his shoulders and leaned back, holding him in his emotionless stare.

Daichi turned in a slow circle, “Okay uhm… where’s the police station…” He wracked his mind but couldn’t seem to recall the directions to anything other than the bar he had been previously drinking at and his apartment. “Okay, no problem,” he held the boy with one arm and thrust the other hand into the pocket of his suit pants. “I’ll just call the police…” he pulled his hand out, empty. “That’s weird…” he switched arms around the boy and checked his other pocket, just to come back with the same result.

“Where’s my…” he paused. “Oh… that’s right.” He pursed his lips. He had thrown his cell phone at his corrupt pig of a boss.

Ex Boss. 

He looked to the boy, who continued to stare at him stiffly, hands pressed against his shoulders.

And really, what else could he do?

He smiled warmly at the child and put his other arm around him, holding him securely against his chest.

“It’s okay,” he said. “You can stay with me for the night. We’ll find your mommy and daddy in the morning when I can think straight.”

Daichi knew it was a bad idea.

A random drunk taking a small, unknown child home with him?

He probably looked like some kind of child predator.

But it was the only solution his drunk mind could think of at such short notice. Besides, it was still steadily raining and the kid would die if he didn’t get him out of the cold and into some dry clothes. And he couldn’t rely on someone else finding and taking care of him. Not in this neighborhood.

So regardless of whether he looked like a creepy pedophile or not, there was no way Daichi was leaving him out on the street.

“It’s okay,” Daichi spoke- rather rambled- soothingly the entire walk home while the boy continued to stare wordlessly at him. When he made it back to his tiny apartment, he thought once more about how this was the worst terrible decision he had ever made in his life and tomorrow morning the police were going to barge into his room and arrest him, branding him a child predator for the rest of his sorry, stupid life.

But at least if he was in prison, he wouldn’t have to worry about looking for a new job. And at least the kid would be safe, warm, and fed.

That’s all that really mattered, right?

“Here we are,” Daichi closed the door behind him as he carried the boy into his apartment. “Home sweet home!”

The boy finally dragged his eyes from Daichi’s face and glanced around the entrance of the apartment. Daichi kicked his shoes off and then set the child down on his bare feet, removing the suit jacket from his shoulders.

“It’s not much,” Daichi continued, hanging the jacket on the hook next to the door. “But it’s warm. And it’s cozy. And it’s home.” He reached out and took his hand, “C’mon, I’ll run you a warm bath and make you some food.” He led him down the hall to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water.

“Wait here,” he said, turning for the door. “I’ll get you something to wear.” Daichi left the bathroom and let out a deep breath.

He was so fucked. If Asahi saw him now…

“What else am I supposed to do?” Daichi let out a low whine and stomped childishly to his bedroom. “Just let him freeze to death or be the prey of an actual child predator?” he went to his closet and sifted through the clothes, searching for something the boy wouldn’t be absolutely drowning in. “He’s such a cute kid! There’s no way he could survive out there! There was nothing else I could do. I did the right thing,” he nodded stubbornly and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of exercise shorts.

He went back to the bathroom to find that the kid had already climbed into the tub, his filthy clothes crumpled on the floor beside it. He moved his hand slowly through the water, staring at it with wide eyes.

“How’s the temperature?” Daichi asked, setting the fresh clothes on the sink counter. “Is it too hot? Too cold?”

The boy glanced at him but then looked back to his hands, running them reverently through the liquid, as if he had never seen such a thing before in his life.

“There’s soap and shampoo you can use,” Daichi pointed at the bottles sitting on the edge of the tub. The boy looked at them, turned to Daichi, and then faced the bottles once more.

Daichi watched him for a moment as he hesitantly reached out to the shampoo and poked it. He poked the soap next and looked to Daichi.

“Do you not know how to wash?” Daichi lifted an eyebrow. “How old are you?” he walked up and knelt beside the tub. “Okay. See this bottle?” he lifted the soap. “Soap. You use it to wash your body,” he popped the cap and took the boy’s hand, holding it out. He poured a small amount into his palm and set the bottle aside. “Just rub it all over,” he feigned washing his chest.

The boy looked at the soap warily, suspicious eyes flicking back up into his face.

“Listen, Kid. I’m already on the fast track to being deemed a child molester. I’m not washing your body for you.”

He cocked his head to the side questioningly.

Daichi sighed, “Okay, forget the soap then,” he rinsed the soap from his hand and then grabbed the shampoo bottle. “I’ll wash your hair for you.” He squirted a dollop of the shampoo into his hand and then gestured at him, “Turn around.”

The boy did as he asked, leaning his back against the side of the tub. Daichi scowled and lathered the shampoo in his unruly grey hair.

“When we find your mom tomorrow, I’m gonna give her a good lecture about teaching you not to trust people so easily. You’re lucky I’m a good guy, but what if some creep had found you before I did?” He let out a huff and massaged his fingers over the boy’s scalp gently. “Really, it’s bad enough that she lost you. And in such a fuckin’— ah, heckin’ bad neighborhood. Just what the fuck— shit, no I mean heck, ah god damn it, fuck. No.” He paused, pressing his forearm to his eyes momentarily. “When we find your parents, please don’t repeat any of this shit— junk that I’m saying.” He continued scrubbing his hair, “I already look like a pedophile. I don’t also need to add general bad influence to my record.”

He finished washing and then rinsed the boy’s hair.

“Alright, let’s dry you off and get you something to eat,” Daichi stood and grabbed a fluffy grey towel. The boy stood and climbed out of the tub and Daichi wrapped the towel around him. “Dry, dry, dry,” he sang as he rubbed his hair and shoulders. He released him, allowing him to dry the rest of his body as he turned to the clothes.

He lifted the shorts, “Alright, here you go. They’re gonna be like hakama on you, but it’ll have to do,” he knelt and held the shorts out. The boy stepped into them and Daichi pulled the drawstrings as tight as they would go and tied them off.

“And your shirt,” he lifted the t-shirt, “It’s going to be like a dress on you. But it’ll have to do.”

The boy dropped the towel to the side and held his arms out. Daichi’s eyes fell on a large, black bruise covering his left ribs. His mouth went dry and he swallowed, looking back into the boy’s face. He stared at him, emotionless, waiting patiently for him to pull the shirt over his head.

Daichi inhaled deeply and slid the shirt over his head and shoulders, pulling his arms through the sleeves.

“Alright,” he stood and turned away. “Let’s get you some food,” he dragged his fingers through his hair stressfully as he led the way down the hall to the kitchen.

Fuck. Fuck.

What’s that?

Where did he get that?

Did his parents do that?

Is he a runaway?

Daichi stressed quietly as he gathered ingredients for a meal from the cupboards and refrigerator. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t hand a kid that was obviously abused back over to the parents that might have been the ones to do it. What’s more, they’d probably just pin the blame on Daichi anyway.

He was a drunk, twenty-five year old man who had spent the past several hours of the night slumming it in the raunchiest neighborhood in the city.

Just who were the police going to believe?

He was so fucked.

“Tomorrow’s Daichi will figure it out,” he mumbled as he cooked. “Sober Daichi is much smarter than drunk Daichi. He’ll know what to do.”

He put together a simple meal and then sat on the other side of the table and watched the boy eat it. His eyes were wide as he hungrily scooped spoonful after spoonful of the food into his mouth, barely sparing the time to chew and swallow before stuffing another bite in.

“Slow down,” Daichi said. “You’re going to choke.”

The boy ignored him, sucking down a long gulp from his water.

“Jeez,” he muttered, leaning his chin in the palm of his hand. “It’s like you’ve never eaten before in your life.”

Physical abuse and neglect?

Shit.

Fuck.

When the boy finished, Daichi set his dishes in the sink and led him to the bedroom.

“Alright, you take the futon,” he said, fluffing the pillows and blankets. “I’ll sleep right here on the floor so when the police barge into my apartment tomorrow, I’ll look less like a pedophile. Ah, maybe I should sleep in the kitchen… nah, it gets cold in there.”

He patted the futon and looked up at the boy, “Here you go. Get in.”

The boy followed his instruction and Daichi tucked him in gently, pulling the blanket up to his chin and patting his stomach.

“There you go,” he said with a warm smile. “If you get cold, just steal my blanket, okay?”

The boy blinked up at him wordlessly.

Daichi stretched out on the floor next to the futon, letting out a tired groan. The exhaustion was finally taking hold of his already foggy, intoxicated mind.

He let out a loud yawn and stared up at the ceiling, “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Tomorrow, we’ll figure it all out.” His mind drifted to the bruise covering the boy’s side and dread filled his stomach. “It’s okay,” he said again. “Sober Daichi will know what to do.” He let out a laugh, “Who knows, maybe I’ll just have to be your new Daddy.” His eyes slid closed and he hummed, “I guess that means I’ll need to find a new job…”

His brain was shutting down, going to sleep for the night, when he heard soft rustling from the futon. And then Daichi’s blanket lifted and a small, warm body slid close and snuggled against his side. The boy rested his head on Daichi’s shoulder, thin arm wrapping tightly around his stomach.

Daichi’s heart twisted painfully and he put an arm around him.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled. “I’ll protect you.”

Is what he thought. And he sincerely believed those words as he fell asleep, swearing that in the morning he’d know exactly what to do.

To protect this child.

To keep him safe from whatever it was that haunted him.

However, reality just wasn’t as simple as Daichi’s drunken daydreams.

He had been so positive that he’d know exactly what to do the instant he opened his eyes that morning. But any confidence he may have had the night before was blown completely away the instant he awoke to find a grown ass adult man cuddled into his side, one hand tucked underneath Daichi’s shirt, fingers spread over his abdomen.

For long seconds Daichi stared down at the head of unruly grey hair resting on his chest. 

That head was much larger than the one Daichi had shampooed just a few hours prior.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Daichi let out a cry and sat up hurriedly, spilling the man to the floor beside him.

“What the fuck?” Daichi scampered backwards and pressed his back to the wall of his bedroom. The man groaned and rubbed his head. He rolled over and leveled Daichi with a brown-eyed stare. The eyes were the same as the ones that had drilled holes into Daichi’s soul last night, but rather than that dull, lifeless look, they were warm, curious.

“Wh-who are you?” Daichi demanded. His head pounded with a dull ache and his stomach twisted nauseously at his sudden movement. “Wh-why are you in my apartment?”

The man sat up and looked around the room, smiling affectionately.

“It’s not much,” he said in a light voice. His eyes slid over a bookshelf in the corner, “But it’s warm. And it’s cozy. And it’s home.”

Daichi blinked at him in surprise.

“Home sweet home,” he chuckled softly and faced Daichi, corners of his eyes crinkled tenderly.

He crawled on all fours in Daichi’s direction and Daichi noted that he was wearing his t-shirt and shorts, still too large, but no longer a dress and hakama.

“Wh-who are you?” Daichi repeated.

“Suga,” he answered simply.

Daichi leaned away as he drew nearer.

“What… what are you…”

The man put his hands on Daichi’s knees and pushed them down to the floor. He climbed onto his lap and straddled his hips, placing his arms around his shoulders.

“Why do you look so shocked?” he asked softly. “Didn’t you say you’d be my new Daddy?” his fingers curled in the hair at the back of Daichi’s neck.

“Wh-wh-what?”

He hummed and slid a finger along the line of Daichi’s jaw, “That’s what you said last night, wasn’t it?”

Daichi gulped, eyes falling on the beauty mark in the corner of his left eye.

No.

No fucking way.

“What are you?” he whispered.

The man smiled, eyes glittering with amusement, “Your new job.”

Daichi’s eyes widened.

He leaned forward until their noses touched, “You’ll do it, right? You’ll protect me?”

Daichi’s stomach dropped.

Well… on the bright side, he wasn’t going to be hauled off to prison and convicted as a child predator.

The man trailed his fingers reverently through Daichi’s hair, scrutinizing his face closely with wide, feeling eyes.

A shudder passed through Daichi’s body and he slumped back against the wall, breathing out a soft,

What the fuck.

The man straightened, eyes lighting up.

“I think you mean heck.”

He threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the apartment like the peals of Daichi’s funeral bells.

And he was so hecked.