thug alone

So yeah… most of my family is from va and like dark skinned black ppl so I really worried for them with all this bullshit…

And what’s crazier to me is just..how much most if not all white ppl just don’t…give a fuck.

Like yeah a news article here and shit but care? No. And I know ppl get detached , I suffer from it to cause I currently am not living in the states , but like..literal nazis protesting us having any sorta power.. in broad daylight. And these fuckers are running ppl over and it’s just ok. No ones. Even calling them aggressive or violent let alone fucking thugs and terrorist and yet.. we can’t even die with out being called that.

It’s fucking insane to me that this is life now.

My Only, My Hiro- YandereTadashi Chapter 1

This is an expansion of rochichan’s yandere Tadashi comic. 

Here’s the link to both parts:

Part 1: http://rochichan.tumblr.com/post/106207061565/maybe-since-we-have-yandere-hiro-we-have-yandere

Part 2: http://rochichan.tumblr.com/post/106357151265/can-we-have-another-yandere-tadashi-please-d

Enjoy!

Hiro was just walking back from the university. Tadashi was cleaning up his lab and at first Hiro waited for him. But after waiting for a while he decided to go ahead and start on his way home. The sun was beginning to set, and Hiro didn’t want to walk home in the dark. Hiro had no way of knowing that simply wanting to be home before dark, would change his life forever.

As Hiro was walking it was beginning to get darker and darker so he took a shortcut he had taken many times before. It was not an alley. And he hated it when people called it that. It was just a gap between two buildings. One of them an apartment that barely anyone lived in, and the other an abandoned building…okay maybe it was an alley. He just never thought of it that way because he’d never felt in danger walking down it. Alley’s were supposed to be seedy places, covered in garbage, infested with rats and alley cats. This was just a space in between two nice looking red brick buildings and the only thing that could be considered dirty in it was an old aluminum trash can. Hiro slipped in between the two buildings and started heading for the cafe. He was almost half out of it when he heard “Hey you!” from behind him.


Hiro glanced back and saw a stocky man with mop black hair dressed in plainclothes,smoking a cigarette. His nose was curled in a sneer twisting his nose piercings into odd angles. Hiro narrowed his eyes. Ever since he’d quit bot fighting he had been dogged by Yama’s thugs trying to get a rematch out of him. He turned around and continued walking trying to ignore him. “Hey I’m talking to you!” the thug yelled.


Hiro turned around again and snapped “What do you want?”


The thug scowled. “Yama’s gettin impatient. He’s challenged you and no one ever ignores a challenge from Yama.”



“Yeah well there’s a first time for everything! Tell Yama I’m not interested.” Hiro retorted.



“Hey you little bastard! Don’t you understand English?!” The thug yelled.



“I’ve told all your little friends this and I’m telling you too! I’ve quit the bot fighting business!” Hiro reached into his shoulder bag and pulled a stack of bills out of his wallet, chucking it at the thug. “Here! If it’ll get Yama off my back! Now leave me alone!”



The thug grabbed Hiro by the shoulder and forced him up against the brick wall. The thug pulled a knife and held it under his chin. Hiro’s eyes widened and he pressed himself as close to the wall as he could to avoid the tip of the knife that was scarcely pricking the skin on his neck.



“Yama ain’t lookin for money. He wants his pride back. And I ain’t here to persuade ya. I’m here to bring ya to Yama by any means necessary. And guess what?” The thug leaned forward, a malevolent smirk on his face and an insidious look in his eyes. “He said he didn’t care what shape you was in. Just as long as you can play. Said I could have a little…fun with ya first.”



Hiro’s heart race and terror surged through his bloodstream. He could feel the thug’s breath on his neck and he twisted his head away and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt tears prick his shut eyes and he grit his teeth but didn’t dare scream ,should he get his throat cut out.



Somebody please help me!” He screamed in his mind.



The next thing he heard was a horrible crushing sound. Opening his eyes the first things he saw were the thug’s body flying off to the side and bruised knuckles that were clenched so hard they were white.



“Tadashi!” He cried out in relief. It seemed Hiro’s brother had come to rescue him again. Hiro looked up at his brother….and his joy faded. His brother was….different. He was panting heavily and his eyes were filled with hatred, revulsion, and another dark something that he couldn’t interpret. He barely had time to process this before Tadashi threw himself at the thug and began viciously beating him. The thug tried to defend himself but Tadashi knocked the knife from his hand. Tadashi punched him again and again, breaking his teeth, blood was beginning to stain his knuckles. The thug gurgled through the blood and broken teeth in his mouth, his face was swelling and turning purple.



“Tadashi!” Hiro cried out, surprised at his brother’s sudden violence.. “STOP! He’s had enough! HE’S HAD ENOUGH!”



Tadashi stopped hitting him, but he wasn’t nearly done yet. He looked down at the thug who continued to gurgle for mercy. Time seemed to stand still for those few moments, before Tadashi’s hand uncurled, reached for the discarded knife on the ground, clenched it in his fist, and raised it above his head.



“TADASHI NO!”



The knife came down and punctured his chest. The thug was screaming through the blood in his mouth which, horrifyingly, also caused him to begin to choke on his own broken teeth. The knife was pulled out of his chest and thrust into his stomach. Tadashi stabbed and stabbed at the thug, blood splattering all over the ground and all over Tadashi. The thug was convulsing and writhing in his own blood, his pleas for mercy muffled by the blood, gagging as his broken teeth scraped at the inside of his throat.



Hiro stood there, a horrified expression frozen on his face,tears in his eyes, trembling violently as Tadashi continued to plunge the cold steel into the thug’s chest and stomach. Finally ,after what seemed like an eternity, the thug stopped struggling and Tadashi’s hand stilled. Hiro’s violent shaking spread into his speech as he stuttered out in small voice thick with fear “T-T-T-T-Tadashi?”



His older brother turned his head and looked at him. His face was covered in blood and his eyes were full of concern and relief, a slight smile was on his face. The image of such a common expression for his brother with his face covered in blood, as he leaned over the body of the man he just murdered, made Hiro nearly vomit. The tears that were resting on the brim of his eyes began to stream down his cheeks.



Tadashi rushed over to him. Hiro was frozen in place as Tadashi kneeled down and drew him into his arms, placing one hand one the back of his head and the other on his back.



“Shhh. Shh. It’s okay now, Hiro.” Tadashi attempted to soothe the trembling boy. Hiro felt sick as he felt the blood on his brother’s hands seeping into his clothes and smearing into his hair. As terrified as he was, he was unable to move. He felt a horrible stew of emotions stirring up in his stomach. He was petrified as he tried to comprehend what he just saw. His brother, his sweet, charming, loving, gentle brother who would never hurt anyone, had just murdered a man. Once his mind put the pieces together, brain cells firing, he jumped away from his brother.



He looked up at his brother’s confused expression. “T-Tadashi-what the hell did you do?!” Tadashi reached out toward him and said


“It’s okay Hiro. He won’t hurt you anymore.” Hiro flinched away from his brothers hand. “What you did to that guy was insane! You shouldn’t have done that!” Hiro was nearly screaming.



Tadashi looked slightly confused. “Don’t tell me you expected me to let that guy go after seeing him touch you like that.” He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “NO! It’s not even that! It’s-You-You didn’t have to kill him! Why would you do that?!”



Tadashi began to approach his little brother again, his hand outstretched to take his brother’s hand. “Hiro, you need to understand I did that because I love you-“



“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Hiro cried, slapping his brothers hand away from him. A strange unhinged expression came over his brothers face.


“Why don't you understand?”

He whispered dementedly.

“Why? Why? Why? Why? Why don’t you understand I did this because I care about you?!”

He was starting to shout now and Hiro turned to run but Tadashi grabbed his wrist and gripped it so hard, pain shot through his arm. “Dashi! AH! Let me go!” 

“Why don’t you understand I had no choice?! He would have destroyed you! He could have killed you!“ Tadashi was gripping his wrist harder and harder until it felt like he would break it, and Hiro kept thrashing more and more scratching at his older brother’s fingers, trying to get free.

"Why don’t you understand I only want to protect you! You don’t understand! I will make you understand!


"GET AWAY FROM ME!” Hiro screamed finally tearing himself away from Tadashi’s grip and running as fast as he could down the alley and away from Tadashi. The older boy stood shocked for a moment before his face contorted in anger. His eyes shot around the alley before they fell on the aluminum trash can. He grabbed the lid. Hiro was rounding the corner out of the alley when Tadashi started running.


HIRO!”

Hiro heard his name roared by his hysterical brother. He let out fearful whimper and forced himself to run faster. His lungs were burning but he didn’t dare stop running. He was headed around to the back of the abandoned building where the large wall of tall wooden fence broke off for a short chain link fence. All he needed to do was hop the chain link fence, cut through that back yard, get inside the cafe and call 911. He was just about to jump the fence when Tadashi cut him off and started to advance towards him.

“DON’T YOU DARE DISOBEY ME!”

Frantic and filled with adrenaline Hiro’s eyes darted around before laying eyes on the back door to the abandoned building. He rushed for the door.

“HOW DARE YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME!”

He screamed. Hiro wrenched the door open, ran inside and slammed it behind him. It didn’t stop his brother for long. Tadashi threw the door open. His maniacal eyes scanned the trashed old apartment.

“HIRO, YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME DO SOMETHING I REALLY DON’T WANT TO DO!”

He heard heavy running steps on the floor above him. A smile curled onto his lips. Hiro bolted into the old bedroom, terror surging through his veins as he heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. He quickly raced into the attached walk in closet ,buried himself behind the old hung up coats and hid. A few moments later Tadashi burst into the room. Hiro heard him tromping around the room. “Where are you!?” He hissed. The sound of furniture crashing filled the air. The commotion suddenly stopped and the only noise the terrified boy could hear was the heavy breath of his pursuer and his own pounding heart. He prayed his brother would give up and look somewhere else. The tension hung heavy in the air and pressed with titanic weight on his chest. Hopelessness and fear filled his body as he heard steps coming toward the closet. He pressed himself to the wall behind the coats not even daring to breathe as he heard the knob turn and the door open. His brother entered the closet, his eyes scanning over the room. Hiro’s hands were clamped over his mouth to prevent the terrified whimpers from spilling from his lips. His stomach sank when he saw his brother approach the corner of the closet he hid in. He saw Tadashi’s hands weave between the coats and pull them aside. His face curled into a smirk. “There you are!” He hissed. Hiro darted out from between the coats and ran for the door, but in two quick strides Tadashi had beat him there and shut the door pinning him against it.



Hiro was trapped. Pressed up against the door he looked with terrified eyes into the dark ones of his brother, a wicked glint was in his eyes, trash can lid clenched in his hand.


"I really didn’t want to have to do this Hiro! I didn’t want to have to hurt you! But bad boys who misbehave must be punished!” He barked.

Hiro’s eyes filled with tears as he whispered hopelessly “Dashi! Please don’t!” Tadashi’s assured expression faltered for a moment as he looked down at his terrified little brother. But he put his doubts aside. This was for his own good he told himself. “Now be a good boy,” He drawled. “and lie down for your nap!” And with that Tadashi raised the trash can lid and struck his little brother hard across the side of his head. Hiro slumped to the ground, unconscious. Tadashi scooped up his brothers lifeless body and left the abandoned house.


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The first thing Hiro registered as his mind teetered on the edge of regaining consciousness was a stinging pain on the side of his head. As he groggily struggled to arouse himself from the clutching darkness he became aware of his body yet again and began to stir slightly. But when he attempted to move his body he found he couldn’t get far as something was hindering him. His confusion caused him to rise more quickly. His eyes opened and his blurry vision came into focus and as it did he realized that he did not recognize his location. The walls were dark indicating it to be nighttime and the only light in the room was moonlight spilling through a small window above a bed that he seemed to be resting on. Finally dropping his eyes to his immobile limbs Hiro was horrified to find his arms and legs bound to the bed with what appeared to be a black wire. He struggled against them for a second but stopped when he realized his back was pressed up against something solid and warm. Two strong arms wrapped around his chest. Hiro didn’t even have to turn to know who his captor was.


“D-dashi?” he uttered.


“Hey baby bro.” he cooed into his ear, nuzzling into Hiro’s hair. “Your awake.”


“Where are we?” he whimpered.


“Somewhere safe……somewhere no one will ever hurt you again…..”


“Wha….”


“Shhhh its okay now. Shhh….”


Hiro felt tears filling his eye’s and cascading down his cheeks. Tadashi turned Hiro toward him and wiped his tears away with his thumbs. Tadashi wore a calm and contented expression as he cradled his brothers face in his hands. “Shhh! Now don’t cry! This is a wonderful thing!” He pressed his forehead against Hiro’s and looked him in his terrified eyes. “It’s what we’ve always wanted!Just you and me and no one else! Forever!“ 

 His voice took on a gravely and grim tone. He then drew him into his arms and threaded his fingers into his hair.


To be continued…..

Brooklyn- Pre-serum Steve Rogers

Part 1/?

Word count - 1353

Warning- violence?


“Just gonna run out to the store mom! I’ll be right back!” You yelled out to your mother before pulling the front door closed behind you.

The cold Brooklyn air blew past you on your way down the porch steps.

You hastily walked down the street not wanting to spend too much time in this weather.

You needed a few more things than you could find at the bodega so unfortunately you’d have to go further than the corner store.

When you finally made it to the store you speedily shopped picking up all the items you needed.

Lastly you grabbed a bottle of pop to drink on your way home.

You turned around and saw this man standing beside you looking at something nearby.

He was short and frail looking but attractive none the less.

He looked over at you and gave a nervous unconfident smile which you returned.


Living in New York not many people smiled at strangers.

Or started a conversation with them for that matter.

“That’s a nice coat you’re wearing.” The man spoke up surprising you with a voice that didn’t quite match his body.

This time you gave a wide toothy smile to the man.

“That’s so sweet of you to say. Thank you.”

He smiled back, a little more confidently this time, “You’re welcome ma'am. Have a great day.” He turned away walking off.

That was pleasantly unexpected.

You went to the checkout lane feeling much better about your day.

It was always good to see nice,kindhearted men. Especially when you felt as if there were none left.

You paid for your groceries and had began heading back home.

You mentally screamed when you noticed the group of men standing on the sidewalk not to far from you.

One of them said something to make them look your way before they went back into conversation undoubtedly awaiting your arrival.


When you got closer one of the men began walking towards you causing you to stop.

“Hey doll. What’s a pretty thing like you doing walking alone?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Just headed home from the grocery.” You flatly informed hoping he’d take a hint.

No such luck.

“Well why don’t you let me carry those and I’ll walk you home?” He urged.

“No thank you sir. I’ve got it myself. Have a nice day.” You began walking again and quickly turned the corner.

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey wait up!” You heard his voice again along with quick footsteps.

You frustratedly turned to face the man.

Your mood was ruined and although you wanted to stay polite you were running out of patience.

“Alright how about I take you out for dinner instead?” He insisted once he finally caught up.

You raised an eyebrow.

“No thank you.” You responded.

“Oh come on sweetheart. Give me a chance. I’m not like these other guys.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes this time.

“Oh I’m sure you’re much different. It’s just that I’m not interested.”

His brows furrowed in an angry way.

“What do you mean not interested? What? Am I too ugly for you? Not rich enough?” He gestured to his clothes taking a step towards you.

Your eyes widened and you clutched your groceries ready to swing them at a moments notice.

“That’s not what I meant. I just… I meant that-”

“She said no. She doesn’t owe you an explanation.” A voice said from behind the man.

You heard footsteps and the guy in front turned to get a look at the man who interrupted him.

It was the man from the grocery store.

The small man.

This wasn’t going to end well.

“Who the hell are you?”

Grocery man shrugged,“Doesn’t matter. What does matter is the fact that you’re harassing a lady who clearly doesn’t want to go out with you. Just leave her alone.”

He smiled and walked over to the man from the store towering over him and looking down menacingly balling his fists.

You had to do something.

“Stop!” You yelled,“ Don’t hurt him. I’ll go on a date with you!”

“No you won’t!” The small man yelled back. “You don’t want to. Don’t do it for me. I can handle myself.”

He took a step back and bent at the knees putting his fists up.

“Hit me little boy!”

He shoved the small man harshly causing him to stumble.

He quickly stood back in his position before he got punched.

You gasped and dropped your things as punches were thrown.

You ran over and screamed for them to stop.

You grabbed onto the bigger mans arm just as he was about to throw another punch.


He shook your off and you fell.

“Hey!” Small man yelled lifting his fists again getting ready to continue.

His nose and lip were bleeding but he didn’t back down.

You didn’t even have time to admire his willpower before he got hit again.

Seconds later a woman came out of her house,“Leave him alone you thug!” She angrily yelled at the bigger guy.

He pulled away as the other one fell to the ground.

“Get outta here before I call the cops.” She added and the man mumbled something and walked off angrily.

The lady walked over as you rushed to help the man up.

“He really did a number on you Steve,” she said,“are you alright?” She asked as you pulled him to his feet.

He nods,“Nothing I can’t handle. I’m sure you know that by now.”

She rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

“Steven, you aren’t invincible you know. You’ll get seriously hurt one of these days.”

He sighed,“Yes Mrs. Stanley (stanley.. get it? Stan lee? Wink wink) . I’ll be more careful.”

She scoffed,“Why don’t you come in and get cleaned up? No sense of giving your Bucky a heart attack when you get home.”

He smiled,“I actually uh.. would like to walk the young lady home. Make sure she makes it safely.”

She raised an eyebrow and looked at you who was nervously looking at Steve.

“Alright. I’ll see you Sunday for grocery shopping. Don’t forget.”

He smiled again,“Of course not Mrs. Stanley.”

She turned away and walked back inside.

“I hope you don’t mind me walking you home. I just wanna make sure you get there safely.” He spoke up.

You looked over at him.

You two were very close together and you got to get a good look at him.

He looked even more attractive with his brown hair and blue eyes.

His eyes, they look sad. A small sadness like there was something bothering him.

“Yes.” You spoke,“You can walk me home.”


He nodded and knelt down to grab your discarded groceries and you led the way.


Steve fell into place right beside you.

You were both silent.

You were never good with guys and didn’t want to say anything stupid.


“Thank you for sticking up for me Steven.”

He fought a smiled not wanting to be prideful but saving a pretty girl made anyone feel good.
“No need to thank me ma'am. I was just doing what was right.”

“Not too many men believe that.”

“They’re boys, not men.”

You fell silent again.

“So is uh…” you cleared your throat anxiously,“Is Bucky your girlfriend or wife?”

He smiled this time,“Best friend.” He paused,“But I’ll be glad to let Bucky know you think his name is girly.”

You gave a small laugh.

“So,” you began as you saw your house in the short distance. “I’d like to thank you for helping me.”


“Oh no it’s fine you don’t need to.”

“I know.” You paused,“I want to.”

“Okay.” He nervously mumbled.

“Why don’t you come in and I get you cleaned up?”

“Oh no you really don’t have to. I used to getting beat up I can do it myself.”


“Yeah, but you don’t have to.” You stopped in front of your porch. “Let me help you Steven.”


He gave a small crooked smile,“Yes ma'am.”

It’s 2am and from my window I just saw the little Robin beating the shit out of a ton of thugs alone. He’s like a 5th grader right? #whereisNightwing #IThoughtHeBabysat #whereIsCPS #BatmanWatchYourChildren