#i'm gunna start punching throats

[monster-noises]

The fact people in this day and age don't understand, if not Expect, companies to never say what they mean or mean what they say Boggles my Fucking Mind

Like I had a guy come in to work today and he wanted us to match+beat the price on an item we carried with a sale on squid item at a store in a city about 2 hours away Buuuuut our policy is meet+beat with Local retailers.

And he got So Big Mad about us not giving him the sale ....

Is this asinine and stupid in the age of the internet where we also meet+beat online retailers? Absolutely.

Is it misleading the way it's marketed to customers? Oh for suuuuuuuuuuure for sure, it's so bad

But also like dude

C'mon

You Gotta know

You g o t t a know that there's gunna be some Stupid shit, and just because the policy is stupid doesn't mean i can make it Go Away

Things can be stupid but also True

Like c'mon

You live in this world, pull your head out of your ass and recognize that companies are nothing but liars and cheats and chill out when the policy doesn't align with what's advertised

[imagine-knb]

Can I have Nijimura's s/o getting choked by Haizaki due to an argument that fires up, please? The reader tried to get him off her by kicking his abdomen but it didn't work whilst begging him to stop. Nijimura walked in on them when he was looking for Haizaki(cause Haizaki always skipped practice). It left a mark or light bruises on his s/o due to Haizaki's force btw

I hope It's not confusing!😭

I'm putting this under the cut for depictions of violence and language. Admin Neon

Content Rating: M

Your hands gripped at his arm, nails digging into skin. You tried to pull in a gasping breath, but the second your mouth opened for more air, Haizaki pushed harder. With his forearm against your throat, it was cutting off your airways and you could slowly feel the pressure building up in your head. A strangled noise, sounding close to a curse followed by his name, escaped your lips but you couldn't hear it past your own pounding heartbeat in your ears.

"Fuckin' tired of you telling me what to do," Haizaki spat, lurching forward slightly to press his forearm in further. His brows furrowed and lips quirked into a small smirk when you attempted to kick at him, desperate to get out of his grasp. "Not such a hot shot not that you're cornered, huh bitch?"

Unable to answer, you clawed at his arms as you felt your eyes begin to roll. The edges of your vision were starting to go fuzzy and you were sure to lose consciousness soon. Another choked cry squeaked past your lips. If only you could—

"Fuck!"

With his arm off your throat, you fell to the ground while taking in gasping breaths of air. Your lungs burned, thankful for the oxygen. A few coughs sputtered past your lips as you struggled to regain regular breathing. Through tear bleary eyes, you looked up to see what had happened.

Haizaki was held up by the collar of his shirt, a nasty bruise already forming on his cheek from the punch that had pushed him off you. Above him, looking downright menacing with his brows downturned in anger, Nijimura held up a fist as if he were going to administer another blow.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked, voice low with a rasp that held more ill intent than it sounded like. Nijimura wasn't looking at you, his eyes instead focused on the basketball player in front of him. "I should report you. Take you to the coach or the dean or the cops or—"

"Shuzo."

Your voice was quiet, raspy with the damage to your throat, but it was enough to have him pausing. Nijimura looked conflicted. Taking another glance at Haizaki, he pushed him away and let go of his collar.

"I'll deal with you later," he spat.

Deflated and annoyed that he'd been caught, Haizaki huffed before shoving his hands into his pockets. He knew when a fight wasn't worth his while. Both you and Nijimura watched as he walked away, disappearing behind a corner that most definitely did not lead to the gymnasium.

"Are you okay?" Nijimura was kneeling in front of you in the next second, gentle hand finding the side of your neck. His thumb brushed over the bruises that had begun to form on your skin and you could see his jaw tense when he noticed them. "I'm gunna kill him," he whispered.

"Not before I do," you teased, wanting to ease the tension despite the weakness in your voice. Seeing the fight still in your eyes brought a semblance of calm to Nijimura's features — you would be okay.

He sighed deeply, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. "C'mon, let's go get those bruises treated."

[dxnisheatingdetective]

Five times protected for Harvey and Lily (let someone stand up for the man!)

five times protected:     ( five times the receiver was protected by the sender)

Harvey opened an eye from the sofa where he lay peering at hushed but intense voices by the door. He focused to try and hear what was being said but all he caught was snippets. It was Lily and she was in no uncertain terms telling someone to get lost. He hadn't expected to see her or her to come round but at some point she must have been worried about him. He'd taken a beating, not the most unusual thing in Gotham but he was getting too old for this shit and his ribs were bruised to shit. Harvey never liked to bother anyone so he'd headed home and buried himself in whiskey and painkillers for a bit. Lily had turned up all annoyed when she saw his black eye and then insisted she stay. Now she was telling whoever was at the door to get lost and he had to admit he was grateful.

(( Four more below the cut =) ))

"Hey, BACK OFF!" Harvey just stared at Lily for a moment. It surprised him when she stepped in, it always surprised him when someone else had his back. He wasn't used to it, he'd gotten so used to only ever having his own or having to look out for everyone else. It had been a reporter getting in his face about failings at the GCPD, Harvey had already been beating himself up for days because of a case involving some kids. Then all this other stuff had come out and one of the cops had been on the take from the ringleader and others had known about it. It was really good investigative journalism but all it did was make Harvey torture himself with the fact he should have known. He'd prided himself on toeing the line between dark and light for a while now. It was a saving grace, not being as bullish as Gordon meant he still got a heads up on the more nefarious activity within the GCPD. Offered stolen goods, told about the best whore houses, drug dens, illegal gambling. Bullock drew the line at kids though and he'd stand up to any of that crap. It tortured him that he either hadn't been paying enough attention or just hadn't found out what was happening earlier.

"You son of a bitch!" Harvey yelled throwing a punch before the guy grabbed hold of his throat. Harvey wasn't an athlete but he was scrappy, he could punch hard and he could swing a bat when needed. Strangled noises left Harvey as the perp forced him and his back against the bar, until, there was an ooft noise and the perp was falling to the floor. Lily was stood in her best dress, empty punch bowl that she'd just clocked the guy with in her hands. "Atta girl." Harvey joked loosening his tie and rubbing his neck. God he was going to be in pain the next day.

"Lil, please, I'm fine. Go home and get some rest." Harvey said gently. He'd been in hospital four days now after getting stabbed by a perp him and Jim were chasing. "I'm not going anywhere." Lily said, she'd been sat by his bedside almost constantly and he could see how tired she was. "Seriously, Lily it's okay, I'm fine. It's nothing that hasn't happened before. I'm gunna be just fine and the nurses and docs are all good, honestly nothing is going to happen to me." "That's what you said when you left the other night and now here we are." Lily replied. "Alright, okay, but if you start to smell y'know the nurses are gunna tell you you're a biohazard right?" Harvey chuckled whilst squeezing the hand that was still holding his gently.

"Look, I get it okay, but I gotta trust my radar and that guy is a grade A creep." Harvey said holding up his hands. "Harvey-" Lily folded her arms across her chest and watched him, narrowing her eyes. "Harvey Bullock are you jealous?" "Fine, don't be mad when I say I told you so though." Harvey wouldn't get to saying I told you so though, he was too busy punching the guys lights out and then having some unis arrest him on some trumped up charge. Lily hadn't noticed the guy waiting in his car as she started home after a long shift but Harvey had and there was no legitimate reason, save for maybe an undercover cop, for this random dude who'd just started working at the university to be hanging around and seemingly waiting for Lily. Harvey had watched as the guy watched and as soon as the lights went off in her office he'd gotten out of his car. Harvey followed suit and so Lily came out to Harvey nursing his knuckles and a flood of cops on the campus.

[casspurrjoybell-32]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 12

*Warning Adult Content*

I didn't need anybody's help, I'm fine.

I only did it out of desperation, a moment of weakness, it wasn't going to happen again.

I know for sure that I didn't want to go there again.

I hate pity and I surely didn't need it from a guy who hates me anyway.

There was a knock at my door before my dad came in.

"Hey," he said walking in my room, I could see the sad sorrowful look on his face.

"You okay?"

I guess he heard.

"How did you hear?" I asked keeping my gaze on the floor.

He sat next to me on the bed.

"Eric told me when I came to pick you up."

Oh God I totally forgot about Eric.

Now he knows and he's probably disgusted with me just like the rest of the school.

This is all Brent's fault.

"Oh..." was all I said.

Dad pulled me in a tight hug surprising me.

I tensed for a second before hugging him back.

"I'm here for you okay?" he asked, palming the back of my hair and burying my face in his shoulder.

The smell that could only belong to my dad engulfed my senses and made me relax a little.

I could only nod since I had a knot in my throat and knew if I said anything I would start balling my eyes out.

He would kill me if I told him about today's events.

He cleared his throat as he pulled back.

"Alright so if you want to take a couple days off from school you can," he told me his brown eyes were clouded with worry as he looked at me.

"Thank you," I whispered to him.

He nodded before standing, he glanced at me a tight smile on his lips.

He closed the door behind him as I stared at the door before my gaze move towards my closet.

Brent can't stay here, he's already made me take those stupid pills, so who know how long it will take me before I completely relapse.

"Why did you do that?" I yelled at Brent later.

I had ambushed him in his room demanding an explanation.

He hurt me all those years ago and I find him still trying to ruin my life.

So here I was glaring at him, refusing to let my tears fall.

"What are you talking about?" he asked nonchalantly.

He was leaning against his pillows on the bed with the remote in his hands, his gaze on the TV.

I looked at it to see he was watching... Jersey Shore... God how I hate that show.

My anger got the best of me and I stood in the way of it glaring at him.

"Move," he sneered.

I shook my head, I know this was going to have consequences but screw it.

"No," I told him boldly standing my ground with a straight back.

His eyes narrowed as he shut the TV off and threw the remote on the bed.

I watched as he walked up to me in three threatening strides.

I bit the inside of my cheek refusing to back down.

"What did you say?"

He was now in my face. Gulping I answered...

"I said no," my voice quivered but still solid.

His eyes darkened...

"Oh, so your gunna act tough now? Is that how this is gunna go?" he asked, gesturing with his hand between us.

"I just want to know why you would tell the whole school my business like that. What have I ever done to deserve your hatred?" I asked glaring up at him.

He leant down so close, our noses were almost touching.

"Choosing to be gay is what you did to deserve it."

Shocked I stared up at him.

"You think it was a choice?" I asked astonished he would even say that.

"Duh..."

"No one chooses to be gay it just is. It's not like you wake up and say 'Hey you know what I want to be a homo from now on. No, you're born that way," I exclaimed.

"Bullshit," he said stubbornly.

"It's against nature, you're against nature and you belong in hell," he said, scowling at me.

"Oh... Is that what your mommy says?" I mocked.

He punched me in the jaw suddenly, knocking me down on the ground.

My breath was shaky as I propped myself up with my elbow and wiped the blood from my mouth in shock.

"Don't. You. Ever. Speak about my mother," he warned his voice dropping an octave.

I looked up at him with rage filled eyes.

"You're not doing this to me again," I growled, my voice was low but I knew he heard it and the nefarious edge it held.

He was frowning at me.

"You think you're tough?' he said sending his foot into my stomach.

Grunting I curled into a ball after the fourth kick to my stomach, covering my face with my arms blocking most of his attacks while he called me a fag over and over again.

My arms were burning by the end of the beating, I whimpered as he lifted me up by my now completely battered arms causing them to scream out in pain even more.

Then he threw me to the floor again but in front of the door.

"Now get the fuck out," he screamed pointed to the door before going to sit on his bed.

Struggling to my feet slowly; using the door handle for leverage I finally stood but my stomach hurt too much to fully stand straight.

"I fucking hate you," I wheezed leaving the room and slamming the door behind me.

"Same here," he yelled back.

I struggled to my room lucky no one was in the room to see me holding my stomach in pain.

I threw my closet door open and grabbed my box and grabbed the baggy of pills I had stashed.

I reached for two and was about to put them in my mouth when a knock at my door halting my actions.

In a panic I stuffed the box back in the closet.

I was heading for the door when I noticed the two pills in my hands. Shit.

"Aiden?" it was my mother.

Frantic I stuffed them into my pocket.

But then moment I went to reach for the door knob I saw all the bruises on my arms.

Franticly I searched the floor for a long sleeve shirt and threw it on.

"Aiden?" my mom's voice sound a bit concerned now.

"Yeah?" I answered opening the door to fast causing me to wince in pain as my arms and stomach screamed because of it.

"Hey baby," she said looking at me in sympathy, her blonde hair was up in a bun and there was flour on her apron she wore.

"Dinner is ready. Do you wants some?"

I shook my head.

"Honey you have to eat, so sit your butt down at the table and start stuffing your cute little face with all the delicious food I made you," she demanded with a sweet smile.

I nodded with a sigh.

"Fine," I said keeping a blank expression.

She stared at me for a bit before crushing me in bone crushing hug.

Ah," I yelled in pain but she didn't notice because she was too busy cooing me and saying she was sorry for what happened today.

I nodded saying yeah, yeah.

"Let... go... please," I gasped.

"Sorry," she said, letting go, stepping back and nodding her head.

"Okay I'll make up your plate."

I watched her leave as I stood in my door, I didn't want to go down there.

After what Brent did today the humiliation I suffered because of him the pain he inflicted on me, the helplessness he made me remember and forced me to go back to the old me.

And here I am with drugs in my pocket, tempting me to take them.

My hand moved against my pocket feeling the two small bumps there just made my body crave to have them.

I could feel them burning against my thigh.

I needed them more than ever.

Taking a deep breath I walked down stairs leaving them in my pocket and headed in to the kitchen taking my normal seat.

My plate was ready and hot full of chicken, mashed potatoes and asparagus.

Usually I would be demolishing this in under a minute flat but I had no appetite.

We all sat in silence like last night, this time Nash and Connie weren't here.

Looking over to my dad I asked...

"Where's Nash and Connie?"

He looked up from his plate.

"Nash is at Daniel's and Connie is spending the night with Jennifer," he said.

I nodded looking back down at my food. I

could feel Brent's eyes on me but refused to look at him.

If I did I might just throw my fork at him.

"So Brent how was your first day at Aiden's school," my mom said, trying to fill the silence.

He cleared his throat.

"It was great Aunt Nancy. I made friends with a whole bunch of people today," he said excited.

My mother nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh good, that's fabulous," she said with a huge smile.

I rolled my eyes 'yeah he's friends with the whole school that wants to pound me for being gay.' Woohoo.

My eyes wandered over to my dad who was staring at me with concern.

I frowned at him as his lips thinned in a flat line.

I took a few bites of my food before getting up and throwing it in the back in the pots they belonged to.

"Aiden." I heard my dad call me as I was about to leave.

Turning around I saw him give me a stern look.

"What?" I asked him.

"You can't just take two bites of your food and put it back, you're going to get sick if you do that," he lectured and I nodded.

"I know but I'm not hungry today."

"Just like yesterday? No, you're going to eat something."

"Dad I don't want anything. Okay?" I said irritated.

"I really don't care Aiden, at least have some ice cream, its mint chocolate chip, your favorite," he says, trying to bribe me but I shook my head.

"I don't want it."

I just want to get out if this damn room away from Brent.

I watched as my dad got out of his chair, walked behind me grabbing my shoulders and guided me back to my seat forcing me to sit.

I groaned in frustration. I just want to leave.

I heard him rummaging behind me but I kept my gaze on the table.

Soon there was a bowl set in front of me full of green minty goodness but I couldn't eat it.

He placed the spoon next to it.

"Eat," he said and took his seat again and watched me as I stared at the bowl of ice cream in front of me.

I felt like a five year old, refusing to eat and having their parents force it on your mouth.

Looking up I saw my mom's worried expression and Brent's smug one.

Angrily I grabbed the damn spoon and dug it into the damn ice cream and crammed it in my mouth.

I glared over to my dad and lifted the spoon at him in a sarcastic gesture.

He kept his face blank but continued to watch me eat.

Soon it was only me and my dad in the room with an empty bowl, I stood up and went to rise my bowl out.

"Aiden I understand that you're angry and hurt but you can't starve yourself?" he said out of the blue. I looked over to him confused.

"I'm not."

He sent me the 'You can't fool me' expression before getting from his chair and leaning against the table.

I leant back against the sink staring at the stove.

I lifted my gaze to him and forced a believable smile on my face.

"Dad seriously I'm fine I just haven't had an appetite lately. Today was messed up but that has nothing to do with me not eating, I'm just not hungry," I told him walking in front of him.

He had a frown on his face not looking convinced.

"Don't lie to me Aiden, I know when something is bugging you. Is this about Brent staying with us then?" he asked and I controlled my face from sneering at the mention of his name, so I just shook my head.

"No."

His browed furrowed at me then his face softened.

"What about that boy? Do you still think that he hate you?" he asked me.

After the earlier events I had to think about that.

I mean what kind of person hates someone but tries to help them.

So maybe I was wrong, maybe he didn't hate me but I didn't want him getting into my business like he did. I don't need help.

"No dad, I don't think he hates me anymore."

[thatharringrovehoe]

I'm thinking of an AU where Billy wasn't involved in the shenanigans/horrors of season three at all. He worked at the pool, picked up extra shifts ever since Heather stopped showing up, went to scoops every chance he got just to see Steve Harrington's fat ass in those tiny shorts. He has a night off for once and decides to go and see that new sci-fi movie playing at the mall. Near the end he swears he can hear Harrington laughing like a lunatic with some girl down in the front row, but when the movie ends Billy doesn't see him in the que to leave, just the girl he works with huddled around a bucket of popcorn and giggling to herself while she wanders towards the water fountain. He needs to piss, so Billy makes his way to the bathroom, stopping short outside the entrance when the sound of someone wretching up what must be all of their internal organs filters through the door. He debates just going home, but he actually *really* has to go. So.

Billy pushes open the door, ignoring the painful vomiting sounds three doors down and takes care of business. It's not until he saunters up to wash his hands that he notices a pair of very familiar Nike's sticking out across the floor. And there sits Harrington, hugging the toilet like a lifeline and panting into the crook of his elbow.

"Harrington? Shit, you alright?"

And normally he'd poke fun. Pretty boy is obviously on something, evident by his blown out pupils and glassy stare. But he's also sweating buckets and shaking, tears and snot running down his face. And Jesus ever loving *fuck*, whoever worked over pretty boy's face wasn't pulling any punches.

Steve squints, eyes traveling slowly from Billy's boots up to his face. He smiles, dopey and high and Billy winces at how it pulls the purple black swelling of his cheek.

"Yeah, I feel way better now."

Which. *Okaaaaay*.

"I'll bet. What the fuck happened to your face?"

"I was integrated-..inter...interror-...I was tortured by Russian spies"

Billy snorts, amused despite himself.

"Oh yeah? That why you weren't at the counter today, sailor?"

Steve scrunches up his nose, and damn, Billy's gunna have to ask Harrington what he took when he's a bit more sober. It's some potent stuff if he's not even flinching moving an obviously broken nose like that.

"You know my shift schedule?"

*Shit*. Billy feels the tips of his ears go hot. Clearing his throat awkwardly as he glances down at his boots.

Time to change the subject.

"Why were you being *interrogated* by Russian spies, pretty boy?"

Steve sucks his teeth.

"Cuz the monsters came back and Robin cracked Dustin's code and then we went under the mall in an elevator to a secret Russian Army base and got caught and then they beat me up and shot me and Robin up with truth syrup and-...umm....I think that's it."

Billy blinks.

Once.

Twice.

And. *Huh*.

"That right?"

Steve nods, swaying dangerously forward before catching himself on the stall doorway.

Whatever he's on, Steve obviously *believes* what he's saying. There might even be something to that 'truth serum' element considering how he's answered all of Billy's questions so easily. And Billy never once in his life claimed to be a good person.

"Why were you with my sister at the Byers' house last winter?"

Steve's head shoots up, eyes wide as saucers and for one horrifying moment Billy's sure the guy is going to start crying. Thankfully he doesn't, just slumps even heavier against the toilet with a sigh.

"Because there are monsters in the dark. And I was supposed to protect them. I *had* to protect them. Hopper said to *stay*. And then you showed up and Max said you were gonna kill her and I was supposed to keep them *safe*"

Billy tries to parse through whatever make believe bullshit Steve is spouting before getting caught on the whole *killing his sister* part.

"What, and you believed her?"

Steve gives him a considering look. Barring the rest of *whatever the fuck* Steve is talking about, Billy isn't sure he wants to hear the answer the guy is obviously mulling over.

Finally, he settles on "I don't anymore", and something sharp and hurt in Billy's chest settles.

"Hmm. Alright. If you've been *shot up with truth syrup*" Billy huffs a laugh "tell me a secret. Something you specifically don't want me to know."

Again, Billy's never claimed to be a good person.

Somewhere under all that blood and bruising, Billy thinks he sees a flush creep up Harrington's neck.

*Jackpot*

"I'm the one who keeps stealing your photo from the pool corkboard"

He-..

Wait

What?

"That's-. Uh. Not what I thought you were gonna say."

Steve shrugs, embarrassed and looking anywhere but Billy. And Billy *has to know*. Has to ask.

"Why?"

Harrington looks up at him, not a trace of a lie in his eyes.

"Cuz every time I go to the pool to ask you on a date I chicken out."

Billy can't feel his fucking *face*. He has no idea what to say.

It's at this exact moment one of Max's nerd friends kicks down the bathroom door, holding Scoops girl by the shirt while Sinclair's little sister levels Billy with a challenging glare that has shame curling hot and acrid in his gut.

"STEVE! We've been looking *everywhere* for you! C'mon buddy, we have to get outta here before the Russian guys find us."

These hicks are fucking insane.

After helping Steve up to rinse out his mouth in the sink, Billy walks out of the bathroom with Harrington hanging off his shoulder when a bullet whizzes past his nose to embed itself in the cement wall.

Henderson is screaming "Shit, they found us!" while two men in black combat gear come charging up the escalator, armed to the teeth. They bark orders out in what is obviously Russian before a show car *flies through the air* and crushes them against the wall.

After Billy is introduced to a little girl with God damn *superpowers*, he's given a bare bones explanation while Steve plays with one of Billy's stray curls like it's the most interesting thing in the world. And monsters are real and there's a spider made of people out to get them and apparently Heather is possessed and all Billy can hear is

***Cuz every time I go to the pool to ask you on a date I chicken out***